#amyas writes

[xoxoamyas]

party of our own

rating : suggestive themes towards the end [ 16+ ], fluff leaning, petnames used on reader [ toots and sweetcheeks ], jealous schlatt

jschlatt x gn!reader

☆ in which you're at a party with schlatt and things don't go as planned. at least you get a kiss out of it? <3

note : i don't usually write for schlatt, so i hope that you enjoy !

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[ Prompts : 53. a breathy demand: “kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond + 62. sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss ]

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Parties weren't usually your forte.

Schlatt had been invited to one, getting a plus one in the process, and ultimately, you ended up tagging along. You weren't sure how the party would go, considering you didn't usually bother with them.

As you mostly stuck to Schlatt's side, you were fairly quiet compared to the music that blasted through speakers. Grown adults acting like teenagers as some either danced along, shouted drunkenly over the music, or nursed their -likely alcoholic- drinks. Or all three at once.

You were starting to get antsy from where you stood besides Schlatt, who had been talking to one of his friends. You hadn't paid much mind, focusing mostly on trying to tune out the stimulating music so effectively, your entire surroundings. That was done mostly by either looking around the area nonstop or at Schlatt like you're in a daze of awe.

He hadn't dressed up too nice, just in a casual outfit. But his hair was put up into that one bun that would usually make your heart skip a beat. Suddenly, you’re ready to be done with everything happening around you. You moved one of your hands, your finger looping around one of the belt loops to Schlatt’s jeans with a slight tug. A silent notion to get his attention and essentially say that you’re getting fairly bored and ready to go home, or at least leave the place.

Schlatt simply tries to wave the motion off, having moved one of his arms to wrap around you and rest a hand on the small of your back. It was clear he hadn’t gotten your message, but at least he gave you some form of physical attention.

It takes a while before you do anything else, having just leaned against his side a bit for support until the guy he's conversing with finally walks away. You hadn't been listening to whatever he said his excuse was, so you paid the guy no mind.

“What's wrong, toots?” Schlatt suddenly asks, voice low in your ear as he had leaned over just slightly to whisper to you. It made some shivers run down your spine, but you played it off by moving to hold your arms as you leaned against him.

“I'm ready to go, baby.” You spoke in a tone equal to his, as you moved your head to look at him more properly.

“If you want to head out, then go. I've got some other friends I need to catch up with.” He slightly grunted moving to remove himself from you so that you could easily move. The action only served to make you frown as you moved to hold onto his shirt with one of your hands.

“I thought we were going to hang out tonight, though.” You tilted your head just slightly, watching as Schlatt sighed and nodded. He glanced around for a moment before placing his hands along your waist.

“And we can still hang out, just later at home, m'kay sweetcheeks?” He raised a brow in question, though it was obvious it wasn't fully up to debate. You knew you had a choice to stay or wait for later, though. It just went unsaid.

“I can wait for you to be done.” You ultimately decide, which makes Schlatt frown for a moment but ultimately nods and agrees.

In an instant, you have to bite your tongue to hold back verbal disagreement as his hands are removed from your body. You just let him, mostly continuing to stick to his side as he moves on to talk with another friend.

Of course, you don't stay by his side for much longer. Straying off a bit to see if they had any water or soda that wasn't doused with alcohol in it. The kitchen has an island counter with a couple shamelessly making out on it, making your face twist up in discomfort.

Your look for soda proved successful, grabbing a solo cup that had been left untouched and poured yourself some soda from the bottle. Ignoring the sounds from the couple, you just move on with yourself, solo cup of soda in hand as you found a place to sit in that had been relatively clean. Which just happened to be a vacant loveseat that was actually more comfortable than it looked.

You sat there for the better half of an hour, slowly sipping your soda and letting time pass. Someone had joined you at some point on the loveseat, some girl who was definitely under the influence of something with how comfortable she was just talking and leaning against you.

At some point, Schlatt had finished talking with some of the guys at the party. He'd set out on a search for you, only to eventually find some girl practically trying to size you up. Of course, you were oblivious as ever to her futile attempts whatsoever.

“Hey, who's your new friend?” He asks as he steps along your side of the loveseat, his hand resting along the back of it in a near tense manner. He loves the way you look at him when you tilt your head back to see his own face properly.

The girl doesn't seem put off by his words or tone of voice, simply smiling in a doped out manner. She simply squeezed your arm with a wink before getting up and walking off to find somebody else to bug.

Seeing the action alone made something in Schlatt short circuit. Momentarily, he considers going after the girl before realizing how it would look if he tried to argue or fight with her. Instead, he just huffs air through his nose and proceeds to yank you up from the loveseat, uncaring of the small sound of surprise that came from you. He hadn't been listening to what you said, anyway.

“Kiss me,” He demanded in a low tone, suddenly uncaring of just how public they were. Schlatt needed the reassurance that something like that hadn't torn your feelings from him, even if it was a minor thing.

“Right now?” You ask in a surprised tone, completely caught off guard by the sudden switch he had. It was almost hard to understand, not initially realizing where this newfound disquiet mixed with agitation came from.

“Right now.” Schlatt slightly grumbled out, one of his hands moving to wrap around your waist in order to pull you closer. You don't let him kiss you, placing your hand over his mouth and effectively separating where your lips would have connected.

Your nerves crawled over you, making you glance around at the other party people. You knew your relationship wasn't a secret, but it wasn't entirely public, either, considering Schlatt liked to keep the relationship to one another.

Anybody could recognize him in some way.

You grasp one of his hands into yours and move to walk, guiding him away from the practical centre of the party. Finding a way to a staircase that led up, taking the flight with him easily following behind you. It was easy to tell the bedrooms of the house were off limits, or just in use, so you took a moment to spot the bathroom.

You hardly have enough time to get a word out when the door clicked shut, suddenly having been pinned. Schlatt’s arms were on either side of your body, effectively keeping you in place. You hadn't even heard the click of the lock as your eyes remained on his.

“Don’t make me say it again.” Schlatt had a slight grumble to his tone, clearly wanting that kiss without too much work from his end. He just wanted this for reaffirmation that you were still his.

Your hands found their ways to his face, cupping his cheeks, and you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. Practically holding your breath as you felt the hairs of his moustache against your own upper lip a fair amount. Your hands going over the mutton chops he had, having refused to get rid of them on multiple occasions, as you held more of his jaw than anything else for now.

The moment of what seemed to be intimacy remained, though Schlatt was quick to take charge without hesitation. He had moved you with ease, making it so you sat atop the sink counter as he kissed you without hesitation. He ends up catching you off guard with a pinch to your side, making you let out a slight sound of protest to which he uses as an entry way for his tongue into your mouth.

You two essentially stayed there and made-out, both now near uncaring of the party and the music downstairs. It was nice, you had to admit, the way he kissed you almost feverishly. It wasn't often that it happened, but when it did, it always made those butterflies soar high in your chest.

When the kiss finally seems like it's done, you're both catching your breaths, Schlatt’s forehead pressed against your own. Before you could wiggle out of his grasp to get down, he clicks his tongue with a tisk. The sound made you automatically pause yourself as you looked at him attentively.

“Did I say we were done, toots?” He uses a low tone that sends shivers down your spine. You slowly shake your head no, feeling yourself freeze when one of his hands finds it spot along your neck.

“Everybody at the party's gonna know who you belong to.”

[mxwhore]

i am infected with love for amyas btw. i'm afraid it's incurable

AND extremely contagious too, we're on yam yam lockdown over here

[heartfullofleeches]

Dearest could you spare me a drop of some nsfw headcannons for amyas??? I've been scrolling through his tag and I agree with anon with the small pathetic ones being the doms while we peg the strong confident ones supremacy 😞✊.. Ofc you can write him however you want though, it's so funny how I'd drop him in a dark room full of spiders to ROT but be attracted to him at the same time LMAOOO anyway would love the face reveal king 👑

(Been a hot minute since we've summon the pathetic cupid to the table so I will grace you with his presence.) [Mentions of knife play (if you squint and somo)

Amyas can be your angel....or your twisted, perverted mess of an angel. It's all about where you set the grounds in your relationship. Given an inch, he will take a mile. Put him in his place, and he's your toy to command and break as you please.

Amyas lives by his personal moto of "weakness is power". He feels the cuter and more submissive he is, the more you'll love him - and see he's too helpless and weak to ever leave alone. He's watched you shower before and watched porn where he imagined you two as the actors - but pretends like he's never seen a human body before. To be fair, it's nothing like actually touch you so his shyness isn't a total act. He blushes and stammers as he asks you to take off his cardigan because he's too nervous getting undressed in front of someone so beautiful - but really he just wants you to touch him more...and you're pretty as hell.

That moto works just the same if you let him dom. He's so sweet and shy - you never would have guessed him to be the same freak that shoves his tongue down your windpipe until you nearly faint and grip your hips so forcefully they bruise with his finger marks. His praise comes off as thinly veiled degradation for you letting this worthless mess of a cupid do as he pleases with you - and how eternally grateful that worthless mess is. Want him to choke you he will make you see stars. If it's jealousy/angry sex, he will engrave his name into your collar with one of his arrows so everyone knows you belong to him and once he cools down he let's you mark him so people know he's yours too.

Speaking of his arrows, there are different types that cupids can possess. Amyas in charge of both "true love" and "heat of the moment" arrows. The first is - as the name implies, but the second is a little different. That burst of undeniable passion when two people who absolutely hate each other fuck, or when eyes meet across the bar for a one night stand the parties in question will never forget for the rest of their days. Amyas would never used his arrows on you.... unless he had to, but he would graze your skin with one of the latter. With just a small nick, the effects are temporary. He'll cut you again and again if he grows addicted to the faces and sounds you make. It's pretty much knife play with an aphrodisiac filled blade.

Whether you're breaking his back or he's breaking yours, Amyas likes a little bit of romantics thrown into the mix. You'll know the evenings plans with he's cooked you a full course meal and wears nothing but the apron he slaved away in. Maybe you want to eat dessert off his chest. He has the sensitive nipples to make it extra sweet with those sounds he makes. Candle lit bedroom, a playlist of all the songs that remind him of you, a nice bubble bath afterwards. Bird brain's got you covered.

Another sensitive point is his wings. You can pull him from his dominance streak with a sharp tug on his feathers, or stroking their base gently. Run your fingers down his spine where they meet and he will be putty in your lap.

Amyas finds your sleeping face to be extremely beautiful. I mean - you always are to him, but while you're asleep you're more angelic than him. If you don't know about his other side he will take this advantage to whisper every little dirty secret he has as he jerks off near you. He'd temp teasing those pretty lips with his cock, but he knows he's not worthy of such an honor and he'd probably end up just shoving it down your throat or cumming on the spot.

Cupid boy can really sing. Straight pipes on this one. It's best to make sure all windows are closed and maybe even soundproof your room with how loud he gets. He's a lot quieter if he's top, but that doesn't mean he shuts his mouth

As a final note, Amyas wears panties with bows on them. He's not a huge fan of boxers or other cuts of underwear - also they're just really cute and he likes putting on cute things for you.

[tar-maitime]

last words

Rating: T Characters: Maedhros | Maitimo, Sons of Feanor Relationships: Maedhros & Sons of Feanor Additional: character death, grieving, kinslayings, War of Wrath WC: .75k

@feanorianweek snuck up on me, so instead of writing something for each of the days, I'm just going to have to go with this...

.......

“Are you so quick to turn your back on our father, then, traitor?”

It’s not the last thing Curufin says to her. There are plenty more words between them, in that fight that eventually ends with an agreement to attack Doriath, and in the preparations that lead up to the assault. But by some chance or other, it happens that ‘traitor’ is the last thing Curufin calls her.

Not ‘sister’. Not any of her names. Just that ugly word that hangs between them, that she keeps hoping they’ll have time to resolve, up until she finds him dead in a pool of blood on the floor.

Maedhros doesn’t know why it sticks in her mind like that.

The last thing Celegorm calls her is ‘general’, as in “As you command, General,” with a too-playful grin and a wink, when they’re discussing who will be deployed where just before the attack. Maedhros only finds out later that he’d disregarded her instructions entirely to chase down Dior Eluchil and fight him personally.

He’s still wearing that same grin when she finds him dead in the throne room, even though his wounds tell her that he didn’t die quickly. She wonders if he teased at death the way he did with her and their brothers.

She hears his voice calling her General, General, General, over and over till it loses all meaning, as she sprints through the frozen woods looking for the lost princes, as she returns empty-handed and deals out justice to Celegorm’s men.

The last time she sees Caranthir alive, he says, “The strap on your pauldron is wearing thin, Nelyë,” with such complete normalcy that she has to rack her brain, later, to realize that those were his last words to her. She can’t seem to take it in. Celegorm and Curufin had practically courted their deaths in Doriath, and she’d sought to save them from it as much as she’d sought to save Doriath from them. But Caranthir...she hadn’t seen it coming. She doesn’t think he did, either.

Her father, her uncle, her cousin, her husband all were afforded some kind of dramatic weight to their deaths, to make the world stop and acknowledge that something had gone horribly wrong. Kneeling in a corridor in Menegroth, Maedhros can only think inanely that it’s unfair somehow for her middle brother not to have been granted the same dubious courtesy.

.......

The last thing Amrod calls her is ‘Maitimë’. If he’d called her anything else, anything else...

But Maedhros hasn’t thought of herself by that name in centuries. She never gets to ask why he landed on that name out of all the many she’s had - a flashback to Alqualondë? a mere slip of the tongue? - because the disused name takes a fraction too long to get her attention, and by the time she turns toward him, one of his opponents has already put a sword through his ribs.

She pays more attention after that (after she’s screamed, after she’s laid waste to the defenders of Sirion who did this). She makes sure she knows exactly where Maglor and Amras are and what their situation is at all times after that. 

It’s not enough to save Amras, who dies in her shaking arms, calling her “Amya.”

Perhaps he wasn’t talking to her at all, saying that - Maedhros’ face is more like her father’s, and the scars and cropped hair have left any resemblance to Nerdanel vestigial at best. But she still hears it echo in her mind along with traitor and General and Nelyë and Maitimë, so as far as she’s concerned, it counts. 

She is glad, when it occurs to her, that the twins (the new ones, Maglor’s peredhil who want to be hers as well) never call her that in their quest to bestow a maternal title on her.

.......

When Maedhros goes out to fight in her last battle of the War of Wrath, Maglor stops her with a hand on her arm, and makes her eat something, and tells her “Stay safe, sister,” before she leaves.

There’s no particular reason to think that those will be his last words to her, any more than any other parting might be their last. But Maedhros still tucks them away in a drawer in her memory, just in case.  “You too, hanno,” she says, and ducks out of their tent to make for the latest battlefield.

[jdotsodomite]

amya @toppingjeffsatur and i talking about this iconic fic series by @bisexualbard-writes which consumes my every thought

[triflesandparsnips]

The poll choosing between ten historical recipe manuals I have open as tabs on my phone is complete, and we have a winner-- the 1659 classic:

An antidote against melancholy. Or, A treasury of 53. rare secrets & arts discovered, by an expert artist, Richard Amyas

...tbh, I fucking love Amyas-- his book is maybe three actual recipes and the rest are TOTAL FUCKERIES.

Like, I cannot stress this enough: OMFD's Edward Teach 1000% has a copy of Amyas's An Antidote Against Melancholy and, moreover, he's working on an unauthorized fan sequel that he wants to go lay on Amyas's grave in his honor, maybe while giving it a little kiss.

I love this guy.

These aren't the full titles, btw. For true wonderment, see below:

A most Excellent Receipt against Melancholy; Comforts the Stomach, openeth the Liver, helps head-ache, breeds good blood takes away faintness of the Heart, Swoonings, expells Melancholy, prevents Madness, makes a man merry and a chearful countenance; and taken at night, takes away all Fancies and Melancholy Dreams.

A most rare Powder to keep teeth from perishing, to fasten loose teeth, to restore the Gums wasted, to keep teeth white, or prevent tooth-ach, and make a sweet breath; It is the same I sell and use.

How to make Hair to grow.

For to make a most excellent Ball to take away the Spots, Freckles, Red-Pimples, and heats out of the Face and Hands: It' also takes spots out of Linnen or Woollen: It is the same I make & sell.

A Receipt how to write your name on a piece of Paper, and to burn that piece of Paper & the same letters to appear on the back of your hand.

A device to make a Chamber to appear full of Addors and Snakes.

To make Fish drunk, so that they will tumble to the side of the water; so that you may take them, if you be but nimble enough; else not.

How to catch Crows, Kites, Magpies, Jackdaws, alive with your hands.

A fine Conceit, to clear a Room of drunken or rude company.

A pretty Conceipt to fright the people of a house, and make them believe there are Spirits walking in a Room.

[newtthetranswriter]

Who I write for

requests open

(anything that looks like This I will not be accepting right now)

Jujutsu Kaisen (anime and manga)

Gojo

Yuta

Toge

Yuji

Maki

Choso

Nanami

My Hero Academia (anime and manga)

Hawks

Fatgum

Denki

Tokoyami

Dabi

Bakugo

Amajiki

Kirishima

Mina

Shoto

Tokyo Revengers (anime and manga)

Chifuyu

Mikey

Draken

Mitsuya

Baji

Kokonoi

Akkun

Yamagishi

Yamamoto

Inupi

Kazutora

Haikyuu (anime and manga)

Sugawara

Daichi

Kurro

Kenma

Oikawa

Bokuto

Akashi

Osumu

Atsumu

Spy x Family (anime only)

Loid

Yur

Demon Slayer (anime and manga)

Kyojiro

Muichiro

Inosuke

Tanjiro

Haganezuka

Mitsuri

Shinobu

Giyuu

Chainsaw Man (anime only)

Denji

Aki

Power

Fairy Tail

Gray

Natsu

Sting

Rouge

Gajeel

Freed

Bickslow

Black Clover (anime and manga)

Finral

Fuegoleon

Nozel

Magna

Luck

Zora

Rill

Nacht

Klaus

Vanessa

Fullmetal alchemist brotherhood

Edward

Alphonse

Hawkeye

Roy mustang

The Legend Of Zelda (Breath of the wild and Tears of The Kingdom)

Link

Final fantasy 7 Remake and Crisis core reunion

Cloud

Zack

Umbrella Academy

Ben

Klause

Five

Criminal minds

Spencer Reid

The Outsiders

Sodapop

Two-bit

Maze Runner

Newt

Thomas

Minho

Avatar The Last Air Bender and the legend of Korra

Sokka

Zuko

Mako

Bolin

The Witcher (tv show)

Jaskier

The dragon prince

Soren

Callum

Ibis

Amya

Good Omens

Crowley

Aziraphale

Buddy Daddies

Kazuki

Rei

Blue exorcist

Shima

Yukio

Rin

Bon

Five Nights at Freddy's the movie

Mike schmidt

World of Warcraft (any expansion as I'm down to read lore)

Kalecgos / Kalec (distinction because maybe reader is unaware of him being a dragon

Illidan Stormrage

Genn Greymane

Anduin wrynn

How to train your dragon

Hiccup

Fire force (anime only)

Captain Obi

Vulcan

Viktor

Shinmon Benimaru

More to come as I get new hyper fixations.

[xoxoamyas]

`` I love you ,,

rating : fluff/comfort, pet names used on reader [ darling, love, and doll ]

wilbur x gn!reader [ use of you/yours, no use of y/n ]

☆ . you've been overworking yourself, and wilbur has taken notice. he finally gets you to take that well-deserved and needed break. <3

note : i'm in a tiny bit of a writers block, so i decided to give something out of my depths a try [ i'm more experienced in angst ]. anyhow, i hope you enjoy it! any pointers at all are also appreciated, i love to hear them :]

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“Hello, darling.” You're greeted by that soft, mushy tone Wilbur uses whenever he's in a mood. His arms loosely wrapped around your shoulders from behind as you sat on a computer chair, having been working away at editing something for your own projects.

“You haven't left the office in some time.” Wilbur rested his chin along the top of your head, successful in getting you to finally relax back into the seat and effectively a fair amount back into him.

“Hardly call this an office.” You give a light huff, not needing to glance around the room to mentally know how barren it still was. You hadn't had time between keeping up with your own projects and paid-for products for others to decorate the barren room. At most, it had a beanbag in one of the corners and a singular photo of you and Wilbur from one of your dates. One photo, and you had so many ready to be printed. You just needed the time to actually do it.

“I know, love.” He's trying to be understanding, giving a soft sound between a hum and general acknowledgement.

The moment sits for a good moment, and it just feels nice. It makes your mind go blank, not worrying over whatever deadlines were approaching, almost completely forgetting about what projects could and couldn't wait.

Wilbur quietly says your name, drawing your attention and thoughts completely to him. A nice, fairly relaxing feeling washing over you. Realizing just how heavily stressing you had yourself for the past few days. He's quick to grasp your dominant hand into his when you go to reach for the mouse to your computer again.

“Take a break, please. A real break, love.” You can hear the concern lightly lacing into his tone. Wilbur moves a bit, instead to slightly kneel beside you, your hand still held in his yet in an easy grasp that you can pull away from. You wouldn't have pulled away no matter what.

“I just need to save the progress,” you try to explain, ignoring the wave of nervousness that hits. The realization you were about to put your much necessary work down to take a break. Something you convinced yourself you didn't need no matter how much you truly did.

You can practically feel Wilbur's eyes flicker over you, likely seeing through whatever calmness you were visibly projecting. He removes his hand from yours, replacing the touch by letting his hand cup around your shoulder. On his way to standing completely, he presses a kiss to your temple. Seeing the application close a moment later, showing the homescreen of a picture you took and held sentimental value to.

You take his hand in yours again when he offers it, standing and instantly moving in. Wrapping your arms around his torso, and yeah, you've missed this. Wilbur's arms move in an automatic manner, efficiently pulling you closer to him as you press your face into his shirt. Just breathing him in for a few seconds, basking in the warmth he had all the same.

It stays like that, the two of you in a much needed embrace that had you both melting against one another.

“Bed?” Wilbur is the first to break the peaceful silence. It's definitely a welcome break of the quiet. Realizing just how much you've missed hearing his voice, feeling the way his chest moved as he breathed, listening to the way his heart beat when you pressed your ear against his chest..

When you finally nod at his question, having gotten carried away with that last point, he surprises you by suddenly wrapping his hands along the back of your thighs. Taking that as your signal and slightly jumping up for him so he can pick you up easier. Legs slightly curled along the sides of his waist, your arms moving to wrap around his neck. He uses both of his hands to support your bottom, making sure you were both good before he made his way out of the office.

You just mostly rest your cheek on top of his shoulder, feeling almost like you could fall asleep. Though, from past experience, you knew your legs would hate you if you did that.

Wilbur has to remove one of his hands a couple of times for doors, but you're mostly supported the entire time. He taps the bedroom door shut with his foot before moving towards the bed. Pressing one knee into it before letting you go through your theatrics and dramatics. He chuckles fondly as you groan when your back hits the comfortable mattress. Proceeding to give a sound of complaint as you stretch your limbs out over and off the side of the bed. You think bones that weren't supposed to pop popped, but that would be an issue for future you.

“What are you doing?” You queried with pure curiosity, watching as Wilbur moved himself off of the bed. Continuing to lay there, content in taking up the entire space as if you were a cat.

“Can't exactly sleep in jeans, darling.” There's a hint of amusement as Wilbur speaks. Laughing the slightest bit when you give a soft and long “ooohh” in return. “Work on getting comfortable, doll.” He partially motions towards the sheets you were laying on top of.

Any other day, you'd make some witty comeback, maybe a suggestive comment on him changing in front of you. You just don't have the energy for it at the moment, though. Mentally committing the moment to memory so you can be a little extra next time to make up for lack-thereof this time.

By the time Wilbur's finally in some comfortable pyjama pants, which were Grinch themed, you were under the covers and practically almost lights out just laying there. You feel him crawl into the bed, giving a content hum and moving on your side to face him, instantly hinting at not wanting to spoon.

“Hi darling.” Wilbur had a small yet sweet smile on his face, pulling you close by wrapping his arms around your waist. Both of you let your legs intertwine and tangle together as much as possible. You wrap your arms around his torso once more, happy to be holding him as he holds you.

“Hi sweetheart.” You hum right back, watching as he can't hold back the smile tugging into a borderline grin. Always one to be happy over the reciprocation of pet names. You loved watching him get all happy and giggly over it.

“Okay, okay. Try and get some sleep, love.” Wilbur moves, pressing a kiss to your nose. Having fully expected a more proper kiss, you pout at him, promptly making kissy lips at him. It just gets him to let out a light yet amused laugh, finally moving and pressing a soft, loving, and fulfilling kiss to your lips.

When he pulls away, you tuck your head right under his chin. Relaxing and enjoying the warmth that was provided inside and out.

“Hey, Wil?” You make sure your voice is a soft whisper.

“Yeah?” Wilbur moved one of his hands to trace light patterns along your back using his fingers, the action soothing.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[mxwhore]

the fear of bringing another monster into the world vs making and having baby

[runawaymun]

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

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This is rather long, but it's one of my favorite little group interactions in And the Stars Shine the Same :) I just love writing banter between Thranduil and Elrond, and letting Galadriel get in on the teasing, too! Elrond's just so easy to fluster :D

Routine conversation was had while they all ate. Celebrían and Lady Galadriel devolved into news of Lord Celeborn and many of Celebrían’s friends who were still in Lothlórien. Elrond took the opportunity to turn to Thranduil and say:

“I want to apologize for my sons’ behavior while they were in your hall.”

Thranduil waved it off. “Nothing that I would not expect from your four-legged plague. Fear not. They received their due recompense for their actions.” 

Elrond’s mouth curled into a smile. “Ah yes. The leeches. Rather creative on your part.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Elrond. It wounds me that you think I would do something so base.” Thranduil replied coldly, though his expression belied amusement. 

“Of course not,” Thranduil sniffed. “They were placed there deliberately, but not as a prank. It is a fashion these days. Improves the flavor. I cannot expect you to have any experience with such things. You are so dreadfully behind the times, as usual.” 

Thranduil had hardly spared him a glance through most of breakfast, but now Elrond felt him studying him, squinting. He caught the king’s eye and frowned.

“What?”

“Are you aware that your ears are bruising? Rather impressive bite mark, I must say.”

Elrond flushed red. “I hadn’t noticed.”

Thranduil hummed into his teacup. “Blush as prettily as you like. It doesn’t help them blend in any better. You may wish to consider wearing your hair a bit...differently. Though I suppose your wife rather likes the look of her handiwork. No--” he put a hand on Elrond’s arm. “Do not rush out, mellon nín. T’would draw far too much attention. Celebrían!” 

Celebrían looked up from mid conversation with her mother. Elrond shielded his very pink face in one hand. 

“You must be more careful with your poor husband. Peredhel skin bruises more easily, I think.” 

Elrond could just fade from shame. He felt sure Galadriel was hiding a choked laugh in her cup. Celebrían shot Thranduil a knife-sharp glare. Thranduil reclined in his chair with a smug smirk and gave one of Elrond’s uniquely-shaped ears a fond tug. 

“Oh, stop turning so pink, Peredhel,” Galadriel said. She nudged Celebrían in the shoulder. “You have always liked his ears.” 

Celebrían let out a cry of pure outrage. “ Amya! Please!” 

“It was all she could talk about during your betrothal.”

When Lindir came running up to the dais with some announcement, Elrond had never been more glad to see him.

“My lord, we have just received word from the outer borders of the Valley. Lord Glorfindel has returned and he will be at the gates soon.”

Before anyone else could even react, Erestor launched himself out of his chair and flew out of the Hall of Fire. Elrond dropped his napkin to his plate and stood, relieved at the excuse to go somewhere that wasn’t here. 

“Thank you, my Lindir.” He held out a hand to Celebrían. “We ought to go meet him.”

Celebrían took his hand and got up. 

“Shall I join you?” Galadriel asked.

“No need, Amya,” Celebrían said in an almost panicked tone. “Finish your breakfast.” 

The two of them couldn’t get away from the table fast enough. As they started out, Thranduil called after them: 

“Do fix his hair for him, hiril nín. Or your golden warrior may launch an inquest when he arrives. He is so very overprotective, that one.” 

If they had not been in such a very public space, surrounded by the people of Imladris, with Lady Galadriel seated next to Thranduil at the dais, both Celebrían and Elrond would have made a very rude gesture at him. As it stood, Celebrían just shot him a glare that could have melted the Helcaraxë. Elrond had only just recovered his composure and the comment served to make him blush an even more alarming shade of red. When he glanced back at Thranduil, the Elvenking just toasted him with his glass. 

No matter. He’d get back at him later. Where did Thranduil think the twins got it from? Celebrían?

[thefallenangelsgang]

Hee Hee Hoo Hoo just wrote some fucked up letters for my DnD campaign

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Playing an interesting take on Saltmarsh my group is affectionately calling Pirates and Parolees. Everyone in the party is a criminal out on parole except for me, a First Mate on the vessel that was supposed to give them job experience and serve as a sort of training while out on parole. We finished our first two prologue sessions (we are easing a lot of new players into DnD so we tried to take it slow) and ended with the ship being attacked by Umberlee cultists (our Quartermaster was a plant!) our captain and 7 other crew members died.

Now I am stuck in Saltmarsh with 5 parolees who's crimes range from identity theft to serial killing, my best friend (the captain) is dead, and I can't leave the Parolees without permission from the government.

For those that are familiar with my Edge of Midnight or Baldur's Gate 3 writing, or have heard me talk about my PC Wynleth Reiden, you may recognize some names on these. Wynleth is serving as an NPC in this campaign and as the main governmental contact for the characters. Her husband Zan Caimaris (who is usually dead when he is mentioned) was alive and the Captain on The Eliza Lee. He died in the Cultist Attack (or did he? *wiggles brow in Wynleth's backstory requires him to come back very sick, we'll see if my brother sticks to that though*)

My current PC, Asta Galhearth, was best friends with Zan and one of few that knew about Wynleth and Zan's relationship. He tried to save Zan from his watery grave but a Kraken got in the way of that. A kraken also killed the crew members he tried to save and then some. He's feeling really responsible about it so he resigns from the company. We'll see where this goes lmao.

[Letter 1]

Symond Larke Pride of the Gate Mercantile Seatower, Lower City, Baldur’s Gate To whom it may concern, I regret to inform you that the Eliza Lee has been lost, her cargo along with it. We were attacked off the shores of Saltmarsh, a mere quarter mile from our destination. We lost many crew to the attack, their names are listed below. Kharvas Gav -Rigger Concrete - Rigger Andor Den - Rigger Amya Den - Rigger Beacon Xath - Healer Mel Hallow - Cook Lilyore Zasebar - Cook Zan Caimaris - Captain Attached are letters written to their kin. Please dispense to their families along with their final pay. I hope it brings them some closure. Please also take this as my formal resignation from the company. I have failed my crew, my captain, and the Eliza Lee. I am no longer fit to command a crew or a vessel. I ask that you dispense my final pay to my wife as I do not know if I shall return from this journey. I have also enclosed a letter for her. The Parolees under Zan and I’s care have survived. I have contacted the Authorities and am awaiting further instruction. it was an honor to serve, Asta Galhearth

[Letter 2]

My darling wife, The ship was attacked. Zan didn’t make it. The surviving crew is stranded in Saltmarsh. I don’t know when, or if, I will be able to return home, I have resigned from the company. You should have received this letter with my final pay. I wish it was more but I cannot bear to continue to call myself a sailor with the blood on my hands. I failed them. I failed Zan. I failed you. I hope you can forgive me. I will try to write soon with updates on my journey home. Despite my exit from the company, I am still responsible for the parolees under my charge. The road ahead seems long and arduous, I long for nothing more than to feel your embrace. Pray for me, it seems I have incurred the Bitch Queen’s wrath. I will hurry along as fast as I can. Yours eternally, Asta

[Letter 3]

Wynleth Reiden Ambassador of Baldur’s Gate The High Hall, Temple District, Upper City, Baldur’s Gate Madam Ambassador, I regret to inform you that the Eliza Lee has been lost. We have lost a substantial amount of our crew, including our captain, and all of our cargo. The company has been notified and the remaining crew allowed to make their way back to Baldur’s Gate however they see fit. I have chosen to resign from my position with the company but, in reviewing the documentation, cannot cede my responsibility of the parolees taken under Captain Caimaris and I’s charge. I am looking for further instruction. I was ordered to await something concerning the parolee’s when we arrived here in Saltmarsh. We have arrived, though through unforeseen circumstances. If you are aware of any solutions to our predicament, or any clauses that allow me to shed this responsibility into more capable hands, I would be much obliged. I am completely out of my depth here and, frankly, have been since we picked them up in Waterdeep. Anxiously awaiting your response, Asta Galhearth

[Letter 4]

Wynleth, I am so sorry. I tried to save him, I really did, but I failed him. I’ll never forgive myself, Asta

[jdotsodomite]

💌😈💕

amya my beloved. u unleashed me to liveblog all my terrible little thoughts. forever in your debt. A++ coolass person, i admire your writing motivation so much. owner of a great suit and greater opinions. my bestie!!! 😈💕

- mutuals send me a 💌 and ill tell u something i love about you

[crowned-in-thorns]

when are you gonna drop your first piece 👀

It really depends! I have some works that are about a year old but Amya needs to draw a piece for that and I need to polish it first. On the other hand, I could just write a new piece. I am shooting for the end of next week, nonetheless.

[multivrses]

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[tesjamebraj]

I’m currently writing a book and I wanted to share a small excerpt from the first chapter. I hope y’all enjoy it.

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Chapter 1

The autumn moon shined bright as Amya walked along the neighborhood sidewalk. With her arms crossed, her strut was reminiscent of a soldier. She had just broken up with her boyfriend, Ryan. He kept trying to pressure her into sex. At the ripe age of 22, she had only kissed a man and she had no intentions of doing anything more until she was ready. She refused to be pressured by anyone else.

Amya…

There was a whisper in the wind that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She turned behind her but saw nothing but the darkness of the night. She continued to walk at a hurried pace when she heard the voice again.

Amya…

“I am losing my mind.”

Amya stopped in her tracks and took a deep breath. When she heard growling behind her, she couldn’t help but to turn around. A giant wolf had started galloping towards her. Amya began to panic and took off running. She crossed over across the street when she felt fingers on the back of her neck. The wolf slid at the sudden turn. Amya used this advantage to hide in a nearby yard. She watched as her attacker searched the area for her. Amya hid under a row of flower bushes and was in shock of what she was seeing. She pulled out her phone to take a picture. No one would ever believe her.

A giant black wolf was walking around on its hind legs, sniffing the air— trying to find her scent. Amya tried her hardest to not make a sound. The wolf’s ears perked up and Amya knew what it was doing. Her scent had been clouded by the scent of the rose bush that she had ducked under. Now, it was trying to hear her. Amya tried not to make any sudden movements that would’ve given her position away. When a nearby trash can toppled over, Amya took the chance to run through her neighbors’ backyards.

She heard a loud howl behind her. The sound of galloping feet began to grow closer. Amya wouldn’t dare turn to look back Amya hopped a large wooden fence into her neighbor’s — Mrs. Delaney’s — backyard. Amya noticed the pool in her backyard had finally been finished and it was already filled with water.

Amya wasted no time in slowly lowering herself into the water. It began to rain heavily. This was another advantage. The rain drops would further make it hard to see Amya beneath the surface.

Right when Amya finished lowering herself as far as she could go, the wolf came over the fence as well. A low growl escaped its snout. The clack of its nails on the cement surrounding the pool gave the illusion of it being a normal sized dog that was just walking around.

Amya held her breath for as long as she could. She could see the monster circling the pool — sniffing the air. It was obvious that Amya had been in the area — her scent lingered in the air. Her fear was prominent.

Amya’s lungs started to burn. The shadow of the creature lingered around the pool. Amya tried to continue holding her breath, but she knew that if she didn’t come up for air soon…that she would drown.

When the animal sneered and stalked off, Amya torpedoed out of the water to gasp for air. She climbed out of the pool. She was gasping loudly for air… The sound of the thunderstorm masked her attempts to catch her breath. She couldn’t believe what had just happened.

Amya rushed out of Mrs. Delaney’s backyard, and didn’t stop running until she was safely inside her own home. She was dripping wet. Amya rushed to the kitchen and got a bowl and a bag of uncooked rice. She placed her phone in the bowl filled with uncooked rice. She grabbed the bowl and made her way to her room.

What the fuck is happening?

Amya grabbed some clothes and headed for the bathroom. She needed a shower and to clear her mind. She was just chased by a giant wolf. She didn’t understand why it had begun to chase her. She had just left the night shift at work when she heard the heavy panting and thunderous galloping that was headed towards her.

She tested the water to see if it had warmed up a little. The water was hot so she dialed it back a little bit. When the temperature was to her liking, Amya undressed and stepped into the shower. She hadn’t realized how cold her skin was until the hot water washed over her. Her body was weak from running — weak from almost drowning. She nearly collapsed in the shower.

Amya managed to cleanse her body from the dirt and chlorine that she encountered during her chase. She didn’t know how she was even able to put her clothes on. She lacked strength and her body was weary. She left her sopping clothes on the bathroom floor until tomorrow. She walked lazily back to her room and fell on the bed. Everything went black and for a moment, Amya was at peace.

[vyther15]

Tag people you want to get to know better

ty for the tag amya! (@toppingjeffsatur​)

three ships

1. yan bingyun/shen-xiaojie because i am nothing if not predictable

2. vegaspete because i am still a predictable bitch and also they got me to seriously consider writing a/b/o so like, they make me insane.

3. the couple from Reset that I am forgetting the names of because i bingewatched 6 eps las tsunday and then paused so i could stay on track with the groupwatch but they are adorable and I love them

first ever ship: the first ship in my ao3 history is ZoSan but i don’t think that’s actually my first ever ship lol

last song: Holiday/Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day

last movie: Chronicles of Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader because i am insane about edmund

currently watching: Snow Sword Stride (groupwatch) and Reset (groupwatch)

currently reading: technically 2ha (take 2 lol), technically Jane Eyre (for class), technically Moby Dick (whale weekly), technically Frankenstein (frankenstein daily), and technically Sherlock Holmes (sherlock holmes weekly) but all of those are with the caveat of I haven’t opened any of them in a week or more and i’m not liable to open them any time soon

currently consuming: ginger ale?

currently craving: pizza and also no homework

tagging: @myhamartiaishubris, @marzaid, @princesswithabraidedcrown, @peridot-tears, and @starfire889