#but i am someone's source of strength and so are u

[hauxicrook]

YES! Trust me U are someone's source of strength, Believe me

[thejujvtsupost]

Hi! I saw your requests and can I just ask a little red riding hood au where reader is little red and geto/gojo/nanami/toji are the wolves that eat you (out).

[They don't have to be literal wolves but just as wild. U can pick one but if you want to write for more than one it would be great]

Good Enough To Eat 18+ mdni

Anon your brain is beautiful! This was originally for Halloween, but my I present: full moon Nanami 😌

Notes: F!reader, sex in the woods, prey/predator play(+dom/sub?), oral (F receiving), light breeding kink bc it’s Nanami, minor injuries, reader is consenting/discussed beforehand- consent is v sexy!

Someone did a public service and pulled an audio of Nanami’s heavy breathing and I need to be euthanized. I’d also like to dedicate this to @pseudowho because they’re always on top of the Kento Agenda and sharing the audio with them was a MUST. Like that’s literally our husband. 💗

You weren’t sure how long you were running with your picnic basket but you couldn’t catch your breath.

You couldn’t stop, either.

What started out as a simple evening picnic in the woods with your lover turned into a chase, as you ran for your life.

Kento… Kento was different from other husbands…

His unique qualities weren’t a hindrance to your relationship aside from the few times a year his instincts took over- and the heightened senses around the full moon. Even then, you both were so careful to avoid any accidental injuries. His body was far stronger than yours, with his heightened strength and lack of restraint being around him during his most vulnerable moments was dangerous.

“You can’t run forever, my love. I can smell you…”

Despite his taunts you refused to respond. He would catch up eventually but you didn’t want to make things worse by alerting him with your voice.

Unfortunately, between the blood pounding in your ears and lack of oxygen in your lungs, you lost your balance and tripped over an exposed tree root- with a twisted ankle, you were now dinner.

“Poor thing, that looked painful. Let me see it.”

Kento sounded calm but you knew the truth. Inside he was a simmering, insatiable, beast that already expressed its intentions of eating you.

He was getting closer and closer with his inhuman speed, you tried to get up and run but he had you pinned face down to the forest floor in seconds. Fuck.

“Got you.”

His voice was raspy in your ear as he started mouthing at your neck, “Gonna take you apart right here, right now. Feel how ready I am to take you?”

And you did, his cock was straining in his pants when he harshly ground against your ass. Impatiently, he pulled your hips up and adjusted your legs, keeping a hand on your back to maintain a good arch. The draft of the cool night air hit the back of your thighs, reaching higher when Kento flipped your dress up.

“No panties huh? You like being a wet whore don’t you? Running through the woods from a beast and leaking from your cunt.” He leaned down to inhale your scent close to the source and growled. “This pretty cunt needs filled up.”

You couldn’t help but feel a little bit of shame at how turned on you were by all of it.

A high pitched mewl left you as his tongue flicked across your clit from the back, feeling the way it throbbed each time it lashed against you. His lips sealed around your sensitive nub, alternating between slurping up your growing arousal and suckling your clit.

Your body was on fire, pussy clenching, needy for him to fill you. “Kento please!”

With one last smack of his lips he moved his body over yours, completely dwarfing you under him and tangling your fingers together. “Gonna get you full of me, breed this pretty pussy.” His cock brushed against your folds for a moment before he thrusted into you in a single breath.

If you weren’t so wet, the stretch wouldn’t be as pleasant. Unlike now, when your eyes were rolling back from the feeling.

You could feel his cock grow harder, stretching you, his swollen tip rubbing against the spongy spot in your cunt, making you leak around him.

He’s panting in your ear, needing you to milk his cock, your whimpered moan of his name only spurring him on more. He moved your legs higher to fuck you deeper, thrusting into you in the most animalistic manner you’ve ever experienced with him. With every pass, he hit his target. You knew your knees would be bruised by morning and it would be a welcomed mark.

His grunting and panting rivaled your moans as you grew close to your peak- he wasn’t far behind you with the way your cunt was fluttering and slicking.

“Kento- gonna!” You couldn’t finish your sentence before you released around his cock, soaking the dirt beneath your bodies.

“Yeah that’s it, come baby.” He roared, spilling his spend into you with a few sloppy thrusts before stilling, his cock throbbing with its own heartbeat, an endless stream of cum filling your pussy.

He pulled out once his breath was even and carefully flipped you over, “Are you okay, sweetheart? Hurt anywhere?”

Your eyes were still glassed over when you smiled all dreamy at him. “We gotta do that again.”

Kento fixed his clothes with a chuckle and gathered you in his arms, putting the little picnic basket in your hands as he carried you back to the car.

He buckled you in and held your hand to his lips when he got in the drivers seat. “How about a hot bath and some ice for that ankle when we get home?”

While worth it, you’d definitely feel deliciously sore tomorrow, deciding then to take the day off work.

[violet-prism-creatively]

My live reactions to Harrow the Ninth

Continued from my pre-reading assumptions and post-reading thoughts about Gideon the Ninth

Everyone who said "Harrow the Ninth will take a while to make sense, be patient and it will pay off" was absolutely right! I made a lot of notes throughout with predictions, some of which were correct and some of which were... not.

Theories that were wrong:

The Emperor wiped Harrow's memory of Gideon

Gideon has spoken with The Body

The Body's eyes now appear yellow because they're Gideon's eyes

Harrow only sees her own eyes as black because she wiped her memory of Gideon, everyone else perceives them as gold

The Sleeper is The Body

The Sleeper is Gideon

"Ortus the First" is Gideon (the Ninth)

Harrow is haunted by Gideon

The picture in Camilla, Coronabeth, & Judith's shuttle is of Gideon

Cytherea's body moving around is a hallucination

Gideon's sword is haunted by the lyctor who established the Ninth House

I also did make some pretty good guesses, though. Here's some more of my notes that are just fun reactions!

"Her parents had... found out... about what she had done" SHE DOESN'T REMEMBER GIDEON'S VITAL ROLE IN THIS

This Teacher is a lot more helpful

there are advantages to having God himself as a father figure

"the grey-wrappered figures of Camilla Hect and Palamedes Sextus laid on the slabs in the mortuary" NO :(

bookmarking this other incomprehensible clue

it's that graffiti S that everyone drew in elementary school lol

"You had noticed at previous dinners that he did not like some particular vegetables, so you had put them all in." that's so petty, I love it

"said Camilla Hect" YAY

"the skull of someone who, soon after death or symptomatically during, had exploded" Palamedes!

Harrow never got actual sword training as a lyctor, did she? Now Camilla can help her!

"Nobody had seen you walk through that door [to The Tomb]. Nobody had watched you leave." GIDEON SAW AND THAT'S WHAT'S GOING TO CONVINCE HARROW THAT SHE'S NOT INSANE, EVENTUALLY

"What a destructive, romantic, ridiculous act. It was always a certain kind of ass who approached love like that" yeah it's a certain kind of stupid, heroic, selfless, etc. to make yourself forget the person you're in love with to protect them

"Harrow Nova" another alternate universe where Harrow is in Gideon's role?????

"they've got a hotshot new BARI star" oh my god it's a coffee shop au in space

SHE REMEMBERS GIDEON!!!!!!! (how??)

"You sawed open your skull rather than be beholden to someone. [...] Harrowhark, I gave you my whole life and you didn't even want it." AAAAAAAAA!!!!

"I was, and am, a grown man, and you both were neglected children" thank you Ortus for taking responsibility. actually a decent person

"What the fuck is going on?" yeah i feel u babe

"'The only thing that ever stopped me being exactly who I wanted,' she said, 'was the worry that I would soon be dead... and now I am dead, and I am sick of roses, and I am horny for revenge.'" hell yeah!!

oh Ianthe was gaslighting her. yeah Gideon wreck her!

"you'd kept my sunglasses" awww

"I never made her look like that. She can't love me, even if I'd wanted her to." aw :( and she's still so devoted anyway

"Your art, not my strength, was the ultimate source of our victory." so Ortus does get to be a hero after all, in his own way!

"Awake Remembrance of These Valiant Dead Kia Hua Ko Te Pai Snap Back to Reality Oops There Goes Gravity" I remember seeing posts about this name now! lol

yeah it's a weird chain of people in other people's bodies (Gideon would love the innuendo)

"We needed your, ahem, genetic material" Ianthe was right, ew. Also Gideon is the daughter of God I guess?

"You watched us kill our cavaliers in cold blood, and none of them had to die." ok that is a pretty bad thing for him to do

the tragedy that Gideon only had John as a father for a few minutes, while Harrow had him as a father figure for months but didn't want that

"'my necromancer started an affair with your mother... not knowing I'd also been doing the same thing, using his body.' // I said, 'What the fuck.'" extremely valid reaction from Gideon

"Oh, we'll still hate each other, my dear, we have hated each other too long and too passionately to stop... but my bones will rest easy next to your bones." that's kinda romantic in its own way

to be fair, if John dies, the entire solar system of Dominicus dies

"We died" no actually I think you might be alive and being saved

???????? Another alternate reality memory thing??

Multiple notes about how Harrow might just be the way she is because of growing up in a temple with strict routine, no social interaction, and no variety of sensory input... but I'm headcanoning her as autistic. Also headcanoning Gideon as ADHD, and autism/ADHD gay couples are my favorite ships.

Tagging people who have been following along. I'm going to switch to not tagging people anymore after this, but tagging all posts as #violet reads tlt, and you can follow the tag. @procrastinationaccount @vivaciouscynner @pearlofmydreams @cursed-druid-girl @ghostly-atv

[astrojulia]

All about Cancer

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I always start by talking about people I know who have this sign… So, it's only in this short excerpt that I speak fully as a person who experiences astrology in everyday life and not as an astrology student (and a would-be astrologer). I can't escape the fact that I see people of this sign as highly emotional. No, it's not something negative (when well-performed), and it doesn't even mean that it's someone who cries for everything. It's just that it's a person who acts more emotionally than rationally (because we are all emotional beings).

As a general energy, I see that Cancer shows how we are beings trying to live a material life... There are several ways of seeing life, with beliefs or not. You can believe in the soul, spirit, etc. But you can't deny that we seem to see life through a window in our eyes, and there is a part of us that is not material. You can't deny that it's hard to live, but it's the best experience in our life. This energy of not being something material and that we are in a shell is what this sign represents for me.

As always, I need to say that when I write in the post, I need to put what the experts and the most important astrological community say and think, because I am responsible for every word I write, but here I always say that it is just my point of view, my studies and my evolution, because I’m the type of person who always wants to be better the next day. So let me tell you this: for me there is no underdeveloped aspect! For me, the underdeveloped part will always be our “Shadow self” that will appear when we most need to defend ourselves! Underdeveloped is our deepest instinct and we need to look at it as a Digivolution and not a Pokémon evolution (nerd references!!!). 

Cancerians are all about nurturing, taking care of their peeps, and doing their best to help those close to them. They can be pretty over-protective sometimes, and may make decisions that reflect what they believe is best rather than what's actually going on. But that's just because they care too much.

Cancerians' greatest strength lies in their emotional intelligence, and when they harness it effectively, they truly shine. In today's society, emotions often have a negative connotation, causing many of us to suppress our feelings and view emotional expression as a weakness. This can lead to moodiness and a tendency to romanticize things that shouldn't be romanticized. However, when Cancerians embrace their emotional side, it becomes nearly impossible to knock them off balance. They have a deep understanding of their own emotions, as well as those of others, which allows them to navigate relationships and situations with ease.

They are highly sensitive individuals, with an emotional depth that sets them apart. While their sensitivity can be a great strength, it can also make them emotionally vulnerable at times. They often feel things deeply and may be more affected by negative events or criticism than others. However, their vulnerability is also a testament to their immense capacity for empathy and caring, which is a hallmark of their personality.

They are known for their remarkable intuition and deep understanding of the world around them. They possess a natural sensitivity and an ability to read between the lines, which allows them to connect with others on a profound level. However, they can also be withdrawn and shy, sometimes retreating into their own world when they feel overwhelmed. This tendency to be reserved should not be mistaken for a lack of interest or engagement; rather, it is a reflection of their need for privacy and reflection. In moments of quiet, Cancerians can access their deepest thoughts and emotions, allowing them to recharge and reconnect with their intuition.

Cancerians are individuals who possess a deep well of emotions and a profound attachment to the people and memories that are important to them. They have a unique ability to cherish memories and relationships with great depth and passion, and they are often sentimental about the things that matter most to them. Their sensitivity and sentimentality are a testament to their caring and empathetic nature, which allows them to connect with others on a profound level. However, at times, their sentimentality can cause them to become overly emotional and maudlin. They may become lost in nostalgia or overly focused on the past, making it difficult for them to move forward and fully embrace the present moment. While their sentimentality can be a strength, it is important for Cancerians to balance it with a healthy perspective that allows them to appreciate the present moment and the opportunities that it presents.

They have a deep appreciation for tradition and are often drawn to the customs and practices of the past. They find comfort in the familiar and enjoy the sense of continuity that comes with following longstanding practices. However, at times, their attachment to tradition can cause them to become overly bound by the past, making it difficult for them to embrace new ideas and ways of doing things. While their respect for tradition is a strength, it is important for Cancerians to balance it with an openness to new experiences and perspectives. By doing so, they can broaden their horizons and grow in ways that enhance their lives and enrich their relationships with others. When they are able to strike a healthy balance between honoring the past and embracing the present, Cancerians can tap into the wisdom of the past while remaining fully engaged in the world around them.

They have a strong attachment to their homes and families, and often derive great satisfaction from nurturing and caring for those closest to them. They are domestic in nature, and find comfort in creating warm and inviting spaces that reflect their personal style and values. However, at times, their focus on the domestic sphere can cause them to become overly sheltered, limiting their exposure to new experiences and perspectives.

So, in other words:

At their best, Cancers are:

Nurturing: Cancers have a natural inclination to take care of others. They are empathetic and compassionate individuals who enjoy making others feel loved and cared for.

Kind: Cancers are kind-hearted and will go out of their way to help others. They believe in treating others the way they want to be treated and always try to put themselves in other people's shoes.

Loving: Cancers are affectionate and express their love openly. They value close relationships and are devoted to their loved ones.

Honest: Cancers inspire others to admit, face, and accept the difficult truths in their lives. They have a strong sense of integrity and believe in being honest with themselves and others.

Supportive: Cancers are incredibly supportive of those around them. They encourage others to pursue their dreams and offer a shoulder to lean on during tough times.

At their worst, Cancers can be:

Passive-aggressive: Cancers may resort to passive-aggressive behavior when they feel hurt or upset. They may say one thing but mean another or use sarcasm to express their feelings.

Irrational: Cancers can be highly emotional and may let their feelings cloud their judgment. They may make decisions based on their emotions rather than logic, which can lead to poor outcomes.

Moody: Cancers can have drastic mood swings, going from happy to sad or angry within a short period. They may have a hard time controlling their emotions and may take their feelings out on others.

Expecting repayment: Cancers may do good things for others but always with the expectation of being repaid in some way. They may keep track of their good deeds and expect others to reciprocate in the future.

Victim mentality: Cancers may adopt a victim mentality, feeling sorry for themselves and blaming others for their problems. They may have a hard time taking responsibility for their actions and may feel helpless or powerless.

As the fourth sign of the zodiac, Cancer is the first reflection of what we really are. After the certainty that comes with the strength of Aries, Taurus stirs things up, and that's why we need to return to the past, to our origins, to review what we really are.

As a water sign, Cancer is the surface that reflects everything above. It's there, and at the same time, it's not, always being an illusion, a mirage. As a cardinal sign that seeks things, Cancer seeks security, just like the crab that has its shell to protect itself from everything and is always looking for a home that can better comfort it (Paguroidea).

The connection between Cancer and its opposite sign Capricorn is incredibly intricate, as it delves into the interplay between our instincts and our super ego. It represents a harmonization of the child's desires and the adult's needs, or even the reverse dynamic

Cancer, as a zodiac sign, is ruled by the Moon, which is often associated with the realm of emotions. Being influenced by the Moon, Cancer symbolizes the depths of our instincts, the richness of our feelings, and the core of our fundamental desires.

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Sources:

“Os astros sempre nos Acompanham” by Claudia Lisboa

“DEPTH ASTROLOGY: An Astrological Handbook”, Volume 1, by Gargatholil

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[narhinafan]

One thing I don't get is people stating that Kishi's wife disliked the ending, like was she the one writing those things day and night spending every week drawing the manga? Or did they do that.

And not to mention that Naruto is a fucking shonen, whatever head canon you have for any character is normal but it isn't cannon (speaking to the people who really think Naruto is gay or some shit) it's what the writing wants that goes it isn't that fucking deep.

Kishi wanted Naruto to marry and love Hinata it's not that deep people it's just fucking entertainment. It's like they made it their entire personality that Naruto likes dick or some shit, and no he doesn't love Sakura she's just a friend (sis more like it)

And don't get me on the lowlives of anti Konoha that are Narutoxmulti and Hinataxmulti, they speak as if when Naruto and Hinata are in the presence of one another they ruin each other's characters when Hinata's greatest source of strength is fucking Naruto, and when Naruto is at his lowest she picks him right up. Like fucking shit Sasuke did nothing to fucking deserve Hinata most of that shit is Hinata being salty and just as some guy said "deranged revenge porn paring" he ships naruhina.

And good lord ok those fucks who say they haven't interacted much, like do you know how relationships work irl, because I sure do that's why I am not having a fucking girlfriend at fucking 16 because it's literally set for failure, you should date as an adult and preferably a stranger or someone you trust very much. Hinata is fucking both for Naruto in this spectrum, when they were strangers Naruto was comfortable around enough to let loose about his self doubt something men usually don't do especially with fellow men (that's for SnS fucks who don't get how men fucking work because they are most likely white fucking women, geez if you don't know how this shit works stfu you have no relevance in her you sick fucking bastards. The ship feels more like a porn fetish than a fucking ship) men usually say this kind of shit to a trusted women on thier life usually a mom (he did that with Kushina ) or get this a fucking wife which he didn't do with Sakura (don't get me wrong I fucking love Sakura but NaruSaku is stupid af because I have a sister relationship kinda like NS and I know for damn sure I won't tell my sister about my self doubts because that shit mom would be more experienced with, don't get me wrong sisters can sure give you a good fucking pep talk but they can't do things your mom or wife can do.)

Oh lord don't get me on Narutoxmulti who hate NH, because it's just some poor fucks having Naruto have sex with any women because their sexy? And what they hate NH because it's forced? So your logic is having Naruto fuck Mei who he never talked to once because it somehow makes sense and isn't just because you have a porn addiction and Hinata is the type of women you'll have a relationship with for wife which is fitting for Naruto because foxes literally mate for life, actually foxes are very faithful so when their vixen dies, cannonicaly if Hinata dies Naruto won't have sex with anyone really, shows how much u fucking know about your self insert (who's my favorite character of all time)

Like I stated it isn't that deep and should never be that deep, one Sakura fan I like said this once to someone bashing Hinata for stupid reasons "Politics and Naruto don't go hand in hand", whatever happened with Hyuga ended since the chunin exams or after the war by the time the last rolled because you see Hanabi acting like a normal fucking child, shows how well you really fucking care about the hyuga and Neji.

God these people are so fucking stupid and idiotic I can't get fucking rest from them, I'd rather die than stay in this shit hole of a fandom that doesn't know it's characters properly fucking pieces of shit

Yeah she didn't writing the end and she never outright said she disliked it either.

I totally know what you mean I hate how you can't have any same sex friendship or sibling like relationship with out part of the fandom trying to force feed it being gay down your throat. Like I have nothing against gay ships when it is intentionally done and not forced, but seriously as you said the writing doesn't go that deep and is not meant to be taken that way.

True a lot of antis that ship muilt ship Naruto or Hinata always make them completely OC or outright ruin their characters and relationship with each other.

There interactions might not be a lot, but each one is significant and the way they interact and treat each other is different to how they are with their other friends. Naruto has always been able to show his weakness to Hinata he is comfortable enough with her to share his doubts despite the fact he is constantly putting up a front where he acts confident till he makes it. Fact is Hinata is the only female other then his mother Naruto is comfortable showing sides of himself he doesn't show other people.

For sisters it depends on the type and their relationship with their sibling. Sakura though her relationship with Naruto is negative she isn't the kind of person Naruto can unload his doubts or talk about his feelings without being made fun of. Plus she hits and insults him quite often as well she simply doesn't inspire the same sort of comfort Hinata or Kushina would give Naruto when it comes to opening up about himself.

Yeah never been a fan of harems doesn't match Naruto's character, but also doing them tends to ruin a story. Also some of the ships are just disturbing like I've seen people match Naruto with Tsunade for the same reasons you listed. Naruto is 100% the kind of guy that is faithful and the one that wants a genuine and sincere relationship with the kind of life he went through he wants to be genuinely loved and not a lot of characters can provide that to the extent Hinata can.

Seriously its stupid how they try to bring up that he hasn't changed the Hyuga when we saw things have changed and have yet to see a new gen Hyuga with the seal. The branch house is not a thing anymore or if it is no longer mistreated. We haven't even seen a servant or maid Hyuga in Boruto yet. Things have improved even before Naruto became Hokage and likely even more so after if there were any issues left.

[thegoldencontracts]

Why is Azul you favorite? Who is your least favorite and why?

Why do love Azul? Let me just list everything rn (im soryyy i must yap about this man:

His backstory

The tragedy of the fact that he essentially becomes like his bullies by throwing his power around in turn

His complicated relationship with the twins

The tragedy of the fact that Azul has never experienced love and acceptance from anyone outside his family, always met with cruelty and rejection, causing him to become jaded towards the notion of sentimentality and hide his attachments to even things like his own restaurant with claims of being in it for the money

His work-ethic

He gets flustered by compliments and it's so cuteeeee asdjhfd,gjlksds

That scene with his baby pictures after his overblot and he's so embarrassed RHAKJEDFuhksrjg

The tragedy of the fact that Azul is so insecure despite all his talents. It's never good enough. It never will be. He's easily jealous (see book 6 with him and riddle) because he's so used to being mocked for being bottom of the barrel that he's always afraid of going back there.

ISDIOJFKLHSFKDJNSFGGSFN HES A GOOBER ISAJODFRKJGNFM

The fact that despite his weak appearance, he has sigma octo-strength. Like he would so kabedon floyd do you see what i am seeing (u cant bc im hallucinating,,, delulu T_T)

As for my least fave... not really sure ngl, Iike all the characters even if Azul and the octatrio are just my faves

I'd have to say Cater just bc WHY IS HE SO IRRELEVANT TO THE PLOT??? Like genuinely hes such an interesting character and for what... literally nothing would change if he wasn't there other than like someone else would paint the roses

and there's this (suuuper controversial from what ive heard) cater x vil writer and their portrayal pretty much became the main one for cater and tbh i just really did not vibe with it and it permanently soured his character for me bc i consume more fan-content than canon nowadays so fanon has a major impact on whether i like or dislike a character bc it'll be the source of most of my content (because let's face it there's DEFINITELY more fanfics than vignettes for the characters)

CATER FANS PLEASE DONT CANCEL ME I STILL LIKE HIM I JUST CANT STAN HIM THE SAME T_T

[bewitchedfeathers]

Eyyyyy U/mbrella Ac/ademy!

I was rly rly into it for a while and left off somewhere in early/mid season 3 iirc, but I was down absolutely horrendous for B/en in particular lol. How many times do you wanna bet B/en warned K/laus about being out in the rain, making out with someone who obviously has a cold, exposing himself to some allergen, etc. and ended up having to say “I told you so” while being Very Worried but also Very Incorporeal and unable to help as much as he’d like to? Could also always pull the classic “ghost can induce people by phasing their fingertip through their nose” or similar vibes, especially w K/laus since he’s more connected to spirits?

I need an excuse for Be/n to snz, but all I’ve rly got to offer are a) corporeal due to Kl/aus b) possession and it’s a rly strange, but interesting sensation to him, honestly maybe him taking over Kl/aus’s body when he’s sick to make sure he takes care of himself and poor sick bby can just mentally clock out while resident ghost is Thriving c) we really pull some shenanigans with ghost worldbuilding, like being affected by ghost dogs or smth lmao

Kl/aus drunk and sick, my beloved tbh. I could also rly vibe with a dust or pollen allergy for him tbh. Absolute drama queen when sick or allergic though. But at the same time is very “I’ve survived worse, it’s fiiiine.” Stuck sneezes and false starts a lot?

I think there’s potential for A/llison’s rumors too, like could she rumor people into stopping a rly long/intense fit? Or out of being sick altogether depending on how advanced her powers are at the time? I feel like she would absolutely hate having a bad sore throat or losing her voice, since that’s such a source of strength for her. Honestly, she modeled and things too—probably also doesn’t like looking too disheveled, especially in public?

Luth/er being awkwardly a lil too big and bulky for tissues to some degree, especially since they’re so fragile to begin with, never mind his strength. Huddled up uncomfortably in a motel bed too small for him. Extra uncoordinated and unbalanced and trying to not knock into things or people bc he’s a gentle giant.

Brain’s a lil too half asleep atm to cook any potential pitches for the other three, despite them being some of my favorites lmao, but I do think fever nightmares are good all around, these guys are absolutely stacked with trauma fhsjdhsjsbbs and they’re in such need of good caretaking omg

Rosie! I'm so pleased to share another fandom with you! Thank you so much for sending this I am so desperate to talk to people about unbrella snz.

Ben is so cute. I'd love for him to have a cold (he's alive now for reasons idc) and just be tired and sniffley and not wanting to bother anyone but it's such a sneezy cold that he can't hide it. Gets fussed over by the others. He just deserves nice things.

Or maybe he comes back to life and everything is new again including sneezing. Maybe he even thinks it feels good to sneeze, satisfying and relieving, and develops a kink for it.

Also Luthor just struggling because he's so big and strong. Tissues are useless, especially because when he doesn't try to stifle his sneezes are big and messy. He's so embarrassed and always apologizing. Someone(s) gives him a bunch of handkerchiefs and he so grateful for something better than tissues that isn't a hand towel.

All your hcs are great

[nightcolorz]

tagged by @molloytheboy Ilysm king thank u for the tag <3 this is so fun

How many works do you have on AO3? 10

What’s your total AO3 word count? 74,616

What fandoms do you write for? right now just the vampire chronicles + amc iwtv. I used to write Batman fan-fiction about the rogues gallery but I stupidly deleted them from a03. I wrote one fic that’s still up about hazbin hotel, and I used to write a lot for our flag means death but for some reason never published any of that

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? You can lean on my arm as you break my heart, Millennia Gate, A Slave For God, церковь в огне, and Must Have Been the Wind

Do you respond to comments? I try to always respond to comments! I love comments so so much and if someone is taking the time to tell me how they feel about my fic then they deserve to hear back from me ❤️🙏‼️ often times all I can think to say is a heart felt thank u, but I want the ppl who get something from my writing to know how much it means to me

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? this is a tough one bcus a lot of my fics are straight up heart attacks. I usually end up defaulting to a small bit of hope to end things off when I go rlly dark, and the only time I didn’t do that was with “You can lean on my arm as you break my heart”, which is probably my darkest fic anyway. A handful of my fics end ambiguously bleak like that but I think the intensity of that one makes the sort of ambiguous sort of bleak ending extra upsetting. But most of my fics end badly

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Definitely “A vile hunger for your hammering heart” haha. That is one of my favorite fics I’ve written but it’s so niche and stupid it rarely gets any attention 😭🙏

Do you get hate on fics? I only ever got a hate comment once on my tiny Drabble collection, for tagging it as bpd cuz lestat was displaying some heavy bpd traits and they didn’t like that ig. I deleted the comment and vagued them on my tumblr and they showed up in my ask box so I hope this doesn’t summon them 💀. It was funny tho! Rlly rlly confusing stuff😭. But nah otherwise not rlly, which is surprising to me cuz I write some stuff definitely hate worthy 🙏but I don’t think hate is super common on a03, at least in this fandom

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yeah sometimes. I only can rlly write smut that’s traumatic and unhealthy 😭. I wrote happy smut once in my life, in “it must’ve been the wind”. Otherwise I write evil smut

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I honestly am not a fan of crossovers 💔

Have you ever had a fic stolen?I hope not! 😭. But no I don’t think so.

Have you ever had a fic translated? I wish!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I consider my claim to fame “millennia gate” to be co written, but it technically isn’t written by two ppl lol. I write it and my boyfriend helps me brainstorm and edit

What’s your all time favorite ship? Daniel x Armand, for sure. Weirdly enough I’ve only ever written and published Drabbles about them. I’ve been planning to write more of them tho 🙏‼️

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I hate this evil ass question 😭 I don’t want to say millennia gate bcus I love her and so many ppl love her but I’ve rlly been struggling to find motivation to write her lately. Millennia gate is a reflection of such a specific time in my life and I used it to vent a bunch of issues I was having, and it’s hard for me to tap into that now that I’ve grown sm as a person. I think and hope that inspiration will come back to me tho cuz I hate the idea of abandoning her 🙏 my love child truly.

What are your writing strengths? I’ve been told I’m good at writing dialogue, themes, and pacing. Ive also been told im good at understanding and portraying characters in a way that’s true to the source material+ compelling, which is good cuz I write fanfic lol. A lot of ppl read my fics cuz they like my metas, so I think that’s a strong suit. I’m also a freak for metaphors 😭 oh my god I use elaborate figurative language in casual conversation, it’s bad. The best praise I ever got was from a teacher, she said I write like Anne rice but way better 😭. I don’t rlly think that’s true, but I love it.

What are your writing weaknesses? I find it hard to be subtle and let my writing speak for itself, I tend to hammer things home a bit too strongly so that the effectiveness wears off. I always fight the urge to write big blocks of unnecessary text just so the audience knows what I’m getting at, over explaining and stuff. I struggle with writing sentences that aren’t super long and clunky. I’m rlly bad with grammar. I can’t spell 😭. I also am blind to the quality of my own writing and tend to over edit unnecessarily cuz I find it hard to open up to beta readers

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I do it all the time. I don’t use google translate, I try to use more deluxe sources when I write in languages I don’t speak because I’d be so embarrassed if I got something wrong 😭. But I rarely write in a language I don’t speak for more then a sentence or two. Once someone who speaks French commented that they loved that they could read the French in my Lestat fic and I was so happy and relieved it was coherent to someone who speaks the language 😭

First fandom you wrote for? The first fandom I wrote for was technically the how to train your dragon books in my childhood notebook, but the first fanfic I ever published was for Harry Potter. I remember it was an angsty backstory fic about Remus lupin, lmao.

Favorite fic you’ve written? it changes, but right now it’s церковь в огне, because I re read and think about it as if it’s a fic I haven’t written 😭. But I have my favorite memories attached to “must have been the wind”, “A vile hungering for your hammering heart” and Millennia gate. Those last three have started inside jokes with me and my friends, and r often quoted to me 😭 so definitely I consider them favorites thank u again for the tag Finn!! Tagging @oopsallvampires @discomfort-character @lestatslestits

[grollow]

Grimm put up a good fight😌for the prompt asks I would like to see him and Hollow with something from a series of "firsts". IE, first kiss, first hand hold, first time accidentally setting one of the Dirtmouth houses on fire, ect ect. Just one of those things will do, anything ya want! I like fluffy "first" prompts 💖💕

I'm not back from my mini hiatus but I wrote this in record time and I don't know if you see my Ao3 updates or not so I wanted you to see it. <3

b u r n || AO3

If there is anything that I have learned, in all of my years, throughout lifetime after lifetime after lifetime, it is that nothing ever truly stays buried.

Not truths. Not lies. 

And most certainly not a hurt so deep that I find myself impressed it hasn’t a smell. 

It is a tangible thing, the way that it clings to its every motion. It is a myriad of shadows and regret and it drips off it. I am reminded, continuously, of the great sheets of water carried by the devastating storms that blow in parts of the wastelands beyond. 

Those are places it has never seen; that few, if any, in this kingdom have. 

I would invite it to come with me, if I thought it would accept. It will not. 

Its place is here, in this dying kingdom that moulded it from the fathomless void below. An artisan, that Wyrm – I cannot deny that part of me is jealous at the sheer marvel of creation his vessels are.

I have a favourite one, though, and it is not my summoner.

It is instead the creature that my summoner rescued, when it scaled the Godseeker’s mountainous challenge in order to blot the sun from the sky.

I should be more bitter, perhaps. My Ritual remains incomplete. I do not know if it will return and that is a problem for me. The child remains dormant in the charm, left in my tents, awaiting its return – and I am distracted instead by its birth-cursed sibling, pock-marked with scars and peppered with burns that Soul should long have healed.

I do not think it can channel anymore.

This is, perhaps, the source of its predicament: it is standing in front of its old prison and assaulting my senses all over again with a depth of feeling that makes me question the merit in the Wyrm’s so-called foresight. If my eyes can see the cloak of regret that it wears, surely his could have as well if he’d but known to look.

Ah, but perhaps that is unkind of me: we are ever slaves to sentiment and it is not uncommon for someone to see what they wish to see. I am no stranger to such concepts. I see what I want to with it as well. I see a creature with potential to be so much more. I see pain that can find closure, if guided by deft hands. I see a strength unmatched by any that I have ever beheld, and I am at once enamoured and intimidated. I do not spook easily but it seared and burnt without breaking.

It is impressive.

It is also trying with abject futility to do something with sticks that I can only guess the purpose for. 

“Hello, my friend,” I greet it  softly and I stay out of its reach.

Sneaking up on someone who has hurt for so long and with no relief is not wise. Sneaking up on someone with a particular grievance with those who have an affinity for dreams is even less so. I give it the space it requires.

It turns back to me. I can make no emotion out in its mask and that is by design. Its siblings are both the same, although the spider’s tones when she speaks have plenty of inflection - more than enough to deliver intent. 

I wonder what it thinks of me. What it beholds when it looks upon another… vessel of a fashion. We are not entirely different in that regard, but the origin and motivations between our natures are worlds apart.

It watches me with an intensity that I find at once daunting and incredibly fascinating.

This is not our first meeting. The spider dragged it out of the Black Egg and to my tents. I am more qualified to help deal with injuries wrought in dream than any other and, as loathe as she was to admit it, I was the best option that she had for help. We bandaged it together and she never let her eyes leave mine. She introduced the two of us and when the deed was done, she took it away. I assume to a house in Dirtmouth. I did not ask.

I am not exactly welcome by the locals.

I saw it descend into the well when I was talking to the steeds. I will not lie: I followed out of curiosity for its purpose.

This place must bring back a lot of memories for it. It has, after all, known very little else and every other place that it spent time is long gone.

I let my gaze go up to the Temple. It is carved in the husk of a great void beast and enchanted with seals that, even in their darkened state, are impressive. There are tangled veins of withered, dead infection: brown and mottled instead of the sickly orange-gold that I know was once here. The pustules yet remain, hanging off the building as a macabre reminder of the prisoner’s previous state.

I think that it should not be here. 

My opinion, however, is not one that it has any obligation to listen to.

“What are you doing?” I ask, and I close the distance once I am sure that I have not startled it. I have practice dealing with people who have been badly traumatised. My Troupe is often alluring to individuals of that nature. It is no different in that regard. 

It holds up a stick for me to see and then looks down again. I cannot shake the feeling that the motion is one born of shame. It was supposed to not think or feel, I recall – to be truly empty, to be the perfect shell its sire needed. It is none of those things, and it is embarrassed by that. Hence the weight worn over it, a mantle to be crushed beneath.

I do not understand its meaning. Perhaps I am not meant to.

“Does your sister know that you are here?”

It does not answer. Not in a nod or a headshake, though I am fully aware it is capable of both. It stares instead at the stick in its hand. 

There are rocks beneath its hand on the ground, and they have clearly been moved there from their previous positions.

I know what I am looking at.

“Are you attempting to make a fire?” I ask, my hands lacing together under my cape. When I stand this way, I appear smaller. It is much bigger than I am, but both hunched and crouched, I practically tower over it and there is something in its demeanour that suggests it would rather itself disappear as well. 

A broken thing, the Hollow Knight. 

I am given an answer in the form of a nod and I allow myself to chuckle.

“To burn the Temple?”

Another nod. 

I hold my hand out, then; it is an invitation. 

“How big of a fire would you like?” 

It cocks its head to the side. It does not know if it can trust me. In fact, it probably thinks that it should not. After everything it has been through, I cannot fault it. It does take my hand and let me help it stand and I consider that to be a victory.

Its head inclines toward the building. I cannot see where it is looking, not really, beyond the structure, but my feeling is that it probably…

… wants quite a large one.

Or at least, I would want a very large pyre indeed, if I were confronted with a place that housed my worst memories.

“Stand back, if you please,” I request, and it is obedient: it complies by taking enough steps back that I wonder if it is running. It is not. It watches me.

What kind of performer would I be, if I did not give it a worthy show?

I held my hand above my head and offered it a very satisfying snap. The fire on the building ignited in the same moment: crackling flames, dancing freely up the sides in a scarlet that put my eyes to shame. 

I drop my hand to my side and look back over my shoulder. It creeps closer, until it is at my side, but it is spellbound. I do not need to see its eyes to know that they are trained on the dancing light consuming the shell. Burn. Burn.

“Bigger?” I ask and I smile. It nods without looking my way and I curve my wrist; I pull my fingers closer and the roar of the flames becomes louder yet still.

The shell is strong. It is not particularly vulnerable to heat and yet with enough effort –

I heard it crack. I heard the top of the shell – the de facto roof, really – cave in and embers fell into the middle chambers. From there, it was only a matter of time until the inferno took hold.

“There is catharsis in saying goodbye to the things that have caused us pain,” I tell it and it does not look at me. I move over to the side, so that I am close enough to touch, and then lean my head over to rest against its side. “I would be your friend, if you would allow me.”

It does not look at me. I did not expect it to.

I also did not expect its hand to snake down and lace its fingers with mine, but it does: it curls them into the spaces where mine are.

I smile wider. With my free hand, I coax the flames to dance ever higher for it to watch. They crackle and offer a very satisfying pop.

It will not take long to burn it to ash.

I will stay with it until then. I have ever loved having a rapt audience. 

[dreamyautumns]

Yay! My first Enstars fic on this account! This is for my fantasy WataEi AU, I hope you all enjoy! Also, happy pride month!

💛🩵💛🩵

Eichi sits upon his bed in his room. The party downstairs was becoming too much for him to handle. He grips his blanket tightly, his body shaking.

I have to be careful… I almost passed out downstairs. What if-

The prince breaks out into a coughing spell. He collapses off the edge of his bed and turns to the counter for his medicine. Eichi reaches for the potion bottle and nearly dropped it as he was coughing. With a deft hand, he lifted it up and drank some of it, gasping for air once he stopped. The fit subsided, his body shaking rapidly. He placed the bottle back on the counter and crawled to his feet.

“I’m getting worse…”

KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Eichi-sama? Is everything alright in there?”

Eichi looks up at his door and shakes. Yuzuru…

“U-uhm! Yes, I’n quite alright! I-“ Eichi coughs once, but manages to continue speaking. “I’m fine! Please, do not worry; I believe Tori needs you more!”

“Young Master is enjoying himself at the party right now… I simply came to check up on you. The king is worried that you have fallen ill for the night.”

The prince pauses before sighing. “I have. Tell my father I won’t be back out tonight… I apologize.”

There is a shuffle at the door, one of hesitation. However, the butler speaks, receding. “I understand, Eichi-sama. I do hope you will feel better.”

Footsteps. Eichi waits for Yuzuru to leave before climbing back into his bed.

This is horrible… my illness is truly taking it’s toll… I don’t want to die, but… perhaps death will relieve me of pain…

Eichi closes his eyes and wraps himself under his blanket. He thinks about how unfit he was to rule his kingdom at such a weakened state. The country would fall to chaos in his rule when he dies.

Perhaps the kingdom’s time had finally come. The prince shuts his eyes, trembling from the thoughts, hoping that someone, anyone, would take this pain and burden away from him.

tap, tap, tap…

Eichi’s eyes shoot open. He turns to the window and looks up.

“A cloud…?”

A dark shadow was cast over his balcony. He got up and looked at the moon, the glow reflecting in his bright blue eyes. He gripped the handle with slight hesitation and pushed the door open.

The night air was crisp as the stars twinkled. There were no clouds in sight, however. So what had cast that shadow?

“Perhaps… I imagined it.”

“No, my tiny prince~! You are not imagining things!”

Eichi’s eyes widen at the sudden, booming voice. He looks around for the source until his gaze lands on a huge, imposing shadow. The shadow belonged to none other than…

A giant!

~

Eichi’s jaw dropped in utter shock as he looked up. A gigantic man stood before the balcony, his figure taller than the castle itself. He had long, flowing, bluish white hair, and dazzling purple eyes that shone like crystals. He wore a white poet blouse beneath a blue vest, and black pants. His hands were on his hips as he gazed down at the little human prince.

“A-a giant…!” Eichi stammered, completely awestruck. He stumbled onto his behind, his breath catching in his throat, as the giant laughed. An echoing, booming laugh that shook the ground.

“Ahaha! Such a funny little human! Good evening, tiny prince~” the giant crowed, a tone of endearment in his words. He bowed his head and smiled gently as Eichi tried getting up.

“H-how did you get in the kingdom’s walls…?! I thought-“ Eichi’s words are cut off when the giant places a finger over his mouth to shush him. The prince could feel the strength of the creature from this simple act, his nerves shrieking at him to turn and run.

“Shush, little prince. I have my ways… of magic~!” The giant suddenly opened his vest, a flurry of whites doves soaring out from inside. Eichi was practically gawking at the spectacle, his eyes twinkling.

“M-magic?! You can use magic?!”

“I have many talents, little prince! For I am your humble magician, Wataru Hibiki! You are the little prince of the human kingdom, Eichi~”

Eichi gasps. “You… know my name?”

Wataru chuckles. “Fufufu~ I know much about you, tiny Eichi. The kingdom’s dear, ill prince… please, cheer up for me.”

The prince looked down, his face sullen. “I… cannot. All I have experienced is pain, tonight…”

Wataru frowns, but quickly regains his enthusiastic tone of voice. “Tsk, how unfortunate. But never fear! I shall entertain you and make you feel better!” The giant flips his hands before creating a shower of flower petals to rain from the sky. Eichi gasps once more and holds his hand up, a rose bud landing in his open palm.

“How do you do this…?”

“Ah, a good magician never reveals his secrets, I’m afraid. But I got what I wished~”

The prince tilts his head in confusion. “Which was…?”

Wataru grins. “A smile from you~”

Eichi’s cheeks flush with a gentle pink color, his heart fluttering with admiration. The giant leaned down and rested his head upon the balcony, gazing at the prince with dreamy eyes.

“H-Hibiki-kun, I- you’ve come just for me? But I do not understand. Why? We do not know each other, and-“

“Hush, tiny Eichi. You worry about too much. I’m quite glad my magic was able to make you happy. You seemed so down~”

Eichi nodded. “You’re very tall… I never knew that a giant could use magic…”

Wataru pulls up and extends his hand to the prince. He then swirls it around him in a circular motion. “You’ve yet to truly understand the world. Perhaps our encounter was fated~!”

Eichi feels a deep admiration forming in his heart as Wataru pulls back, little stardust bits leaving his hand. The giant steps back, the ground shaking, as he turns behind him.

“It appears I must go~ good night, my tiny Eichi!”

With a final, booming laugh, Wataru snaps his fingers. Eichi is blinded by brilliant light. When it dissipates, the prince looks up to see the giant is no longer there. Eichi’s face is warm with blush as he looks up.

“Wataru is gone, now… oh my stars! T-that was so dangerous! He had me so… enamored with his magic, I nearly could have experienced a fate worse than death! I must tell the soldiers that-“

Eichi pauses. Something in his heart was telling him to not speak a word. Wataru had completely captivated his attention.

The prince reentered his room, shutting the door and collapsing from his pounding heart.

“Wataru Hibiki… you charmed me so much in so little time… who exactly are you?”

[hardcandycigarette]

Lady and The Scamp Part One

Harry Styles A/U

Based on an ask. I hope it meets expectations.

1925 Midwest United States.

Y/N is a 35 year old childless widow running the restaurant left to her when her husband died. It’s her only source of income, and she’s done quite well until recently when she lost her cook.

Harry is a young man, new in town who needs a job,

What happens when he makes his way into Y/Ns life?

WARNINGS- None…yet

Y/N’s favorite part of the day was after lunch, when the locals were fed and had moved on with their day. While she was happy that business was good and she was able to support herself with her small restaurant, it had become too much. She was owner, waitress and now cook. Abe, the cook, had found a beautiful girl and snuck off one night, leaving Y/N to run the kitchen all by herself. Young love, though; she didn’t blame him.  Despite the added work, Y/N still found joy in the day and was grateful for the success of her restaurant.

But only one week after losing Abe, she was exhausted. Despite being proud of her ability to keep the business going since her husband's death, she still wished for more. But to the world 35 was a spinster and as a widow she was pitied due to her widowed, childless life. It had been two years and not a single man had even batted an eye at her. Her nice figure, beautiful, waved hair and big doe eyes never got a second glance these days, Though to her she didn’t feel or look much older than she did even 10 years ago. She cared for herself and felt she was just as attractive as many of the younger women in town, but perhaps her confidence was misplaced. She was lonely, despite her success and strength. She had no one to share her life with, and her age meant that she was unlikely to find someone who would accept her as she was. And besides most men her age were boring as watching paint dry.

As she washed the last of the afternoon glasses, her eyes welled up with tears as she remembered her husband, John's passion for her, how he made her feel like the most beautiful woman he had ever met. After trying for 10 years they knew children would not be part of their love story. They were only 28 at the time, but it had become apparent she would never bear children. She told him she understood if he wanted to leave her. That night he told her that only God himself could take him away from her, and so God did just that. Not then but eventually. His death was unexpected, but she assumed that most 33 year olds' deaths are unexpected. So young and so beautiful. She wondered if it ever really stops hurting or if you just get used to the pain.

There was a loud slam at the front door, which startled Y/N. Her place was closed now, and the townspeople knew she would not serve after 2 p.m. She set the glass she was washing down on the counter and wiped her hands on her apron.

"The kitchen is closed," she called out as she swung the door to the dining room open and saw a young man standing at the counter. His curly hair was unruly, escaping whatever he had used to smooth it out.

He jumped, startled by her sudden presence. He managed a sheepish smile as he fumbled for words to explain why he was there. "I'm sorry, I was just looking for," he said apologetically.

“What can I do for ya?”

He fumbled with the tweed cap in his hands. "Yes, ma'am. I wonder if I could-"

“Go on spit it out.”

“Yes, ma’am can I maybe speak to the owner, please? If you don’t mind. You see-“

Y/N sighed. “What can I help you with?"

“Maybe if your husband is here I could speak with him.” He turned and pointed toward the window. “I seen you were lookin' f' help.”

“Well, if you wanna speak to my husband you’re out of luck.”

He stammered again. “When might he be back ma’am?”

“Husband’s been gone a long time now.”

He dropped his head. “’M so sorry for your loss, ma’am. Are you the owner then?” He looked up while his hid hung down.

“Yes. You say you’re looking for a job?”

“I am.” He nodded.

“Where’s the accent from? I know you’re English but where?”

“Cheshire.” He smiled.

“Huh. Okay. Well, what can you do?” She leaned onto the counter resting her chin on her hands.

His face lit up. “Oh I can clean, repair things-“

“Can you cook?” She narrowed her eyes, inspecting him.

He moved the hat around in his large, masculine hands, avoiding eye contact. “I’m actually  a pretty good cook. M’mum taught we when I was just a lad. Used to spend loads of time with her and m’ nan. They told me I might not find a wife and needed to learn to look after m’self.”

“And did you? Find a wife I mean?” She stood straight and placed her hand on her hip.

“Oh no ma’am.  I guess they were right.” He dropped his gaze to the ground, and shrugged.

“Alright, so what’s your name?”

“Harry.” He lifted his eyes upward.

“I knew a Harry once. He was a real monkey’s ass. You’re not a monkey’s ass, are you Harry?”

His cheeks turned pink, as he looked down again. “No, no ma’am. M' not.”

His clothes were somewhat tattered and he hadn’t had a good haircut or shave in a bit. That much was obvious. She examined him before giving him an answer. “Ok, where are you living, Harry?”

“Boarding house up the road. But tonight’s m’ las’ night there. Tomorrow not sure. Got no place.”

“Tell you what, Harry. I don’t know why I’m doing this other than an instinct and the sight of you is breaking my heart, but I’m gonna give you a chance. Thirty cents an hour plus room and board. Won’t find a better deal in town.”

“Thank you ma’am. Thank you. I won’t let you down, you’ve got my word. Hand on heart.”

“So you be here in the morning at 4:30 AM. You give me a good day’s work and I’ll let you move into the spare room upstairs over this place.”

“Yes, yes, ma’am.”

“Y/N, no more of this ma’am stuff. Go on now. See you before the roosters in the morning. When you get here walk back down the side alley here and knock on the second door, and I’ll let you in.”

Harry was beaming. Y/N could see deep dimples make an appearance as he smiled. He couldn’t believe his luck, his poor mother must be looking down so relieved he wouldn’t be a vagrant come tomorrow. As he walked toward the door he continued to look at Y/N. “Thank you Y/N, Thank you. I won’t let you-“ BAM Harry walked right into the front door. “I’m sorry,” he said to the door.

Y/N shook her head and looked down embarrassed for him. This kid was adorable. “Say Harry, have you eaten today?”

“No, not much, just a bit at breakfast.”

“You wait right there. I’ll get you something.” Y/N turned and walked back to the kitchen. She plated up some fried chicken, some vegetables and on a separate plate a piece of cake. She covered it with a piece of cloth and re-entered the dining room. “Here you go Harry. Eat up and don’t be late in the morning or I’ll cut you loose before you ever get started. Tell Addie up at the house that Y/N sent you back with this and ask her to heat it for you. Tell her you work for me now and I’ll count it as a favor.”

Harry took the plates. “Thank you, and I’ll bring this back to you when I come in the morning.”

“And hold down the cloth over that food or it'll go flying."

“Thank you.” Harry made it out the door with no more clumsy words or deeds.

He was relieved to have made it out without any further awkwardness. As he walked home, he felt a weight lift from his shoulders.

****

That night as Y/N fell asleep she talked to John, just as she'd done every night for two years. "Do you think I made the right decision, John? I just don’t know what to do darling. I can’t keep up on my own anymore. It’s too difficult.” She felt the grief creeping in on her, her chest heavy. “I don’t know anything about this young man, except his name. I hope he doesn’t turn out to be some sort of scoundrel. I can’t take any more disappointment.” She started to cry. “I love you so much. I miss you so much. Every day I pray you’ll somehow magically return. I know you can’t but darling if you can see me, if you can hear me, please help me.” She calmed herself and the cries eventually stopped, and she drifted off to sleep as she thought about the young man with green eyes.

[a-mere-dream]

PLEASE DO CONTINUE THAT SCREENSHOT REDRAW. And oh myyyy goddd, a KHR/SV crossover!!! I've never considered it but with this ship? This sounds so good. Thank u for the rec. As for KHR ships, it has such great opportunities for content, especially gen content, with the strength of the found family trope in the source material, so I'm 100 percent on you on being fine with anything because tbh. The cast is so large and I love them all---

Yes!! That's exactly it with 10051 :D If you ever do end up finding those old fics, I'll gladly read them. (Fics age like wine; if it's old, and you still manage to come across it, it's almost never bad.)

Also, confession: I am inordinately fond of a really intense platonic relationship between Tsuna and Byakuran because like... 'You Are The First Person I Have Ever Killed' and 'You Are The Only One That Can Kill Me' really is such a way to know someone :P

[hordemama]

do the rabbit eaters Actually eat the space rabbits?? since theyre both sapient, how do the two species interact and mingle? were relations worse in the past and better in current times, or do they just avoid each other alltogether?? also do they have anything like internet on their planet? ive seen some technology stuff youve drawn and talked about, but i Am fairly new here so i dont know a whole lot yet sorry 😭 but if they dont get along and theres internet, i have this mental image of a space rabbit and rabbit eater meeting online on a sort of anonymous-ish website like space tumblr or something and becoming mutuals/besties, i think thatd have some fun emotions that could go with it. sorry for the ramble!!

well lets ask someone! As controversial sociologist, Dr. [unpronounceable by human tongue], said in a debate:

"In the past, our little brethren have been both a source of opportunist nourishment and interesting perspectives with fascinating culture and intellect. But now? We respect our past and the struggles of our ancestors, but is it still morally correct to kill and eat other sapient beings who live and love as we do? Was it ever?"

"...Well yes, feeding one's family is important, but consider: the [rabbit] must feed its own family! Who are we to say might makes right, when for us, there is no other option. We are the largest and strongest of the sapients. Who are we to abuse that power? We should instead focus on how we can protect. How we can exchange our strengths and live better lives. This does not necessarily mean we will lose our culture to their modern ways. We don't have to intermingle the way they do."

in the past, manus DID eat singular rabbits when they could and if there was a need, but groups of rabbits over two can easily overwhelm predators so its not the BEST option. (not to say there wasnt a sporting aspect for some, but that wasnt common.) and there may have been altercations and territorial disputes in the past, but they generally didnt cross paths often. Rabbits aren't huge fans of getting wet or moisture in general so the semiaquatic lifestyles of manus meant that their resource/territory needs didnt overlap. however, when technology developed more and rabbits started sending out crafts into space and receiving them, the manus sent representatives to voice their environmental concerns. These have (as far as we know) been heard and acknowledged. but relations are overall better nowadays! its not often rabbits get eaten without trespassing and the two can generally walk amongst eachother in business and otherwise. however, theres not a huge interest in doing so, so the two tend to naturally stay apart.

and while theres no internet on the planet i think that is an EXCELLENT thought. im totally drawing that later. woukd be a fun idea for my space rabbit tuff, since she has no idea what a manus even is. in the dnd campaign shes gonna be in, my friend was talking about playing a manus! also hii!!! welcome!!! i havent posted a lot about tech in general (i should soon) so you aint missin much. thank u for the ask!!!

[dojae-huh]

Let's discuss that topic....Lee Haechan definitely shines in his parts. Not for this cb but all...I've been a fan of NCT for quite some time now. The vocal line consists of Taeil, Doyoung, Haechan, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo. When people compare, Taeil and Doyoung usually come out on top. Doyoung's vocals are considered better than Haechan's in terms of range and technique. However, Haechan still gets a lot of good parts. Maybe it's because of his unique tone. When you listen to NCT's music, Haechan's voice stands out and doesn't blend in with the group singing as much as Doyoung's does. Haechan's solo parts are definitely refreshing to listen to. Doyoung's vocal tone, on the other hand, blends well with everyone. Could that be the reason why Haechan gets more solo parts while Doyoung often goes for the chorus?? Not saying doyoung doesn't get solo parts or he don't shine in his parts, but hc gets more lines comparss to dy, even though dy is considered as a top vocalist in their team... So am a bit confused!

Yuta as well, on paper. And considering he got better in recent years, we are going to see him with more lines in the future.

All in all, the 4 main vocals get relatively same-sized parts. These line-distribution charts are not precise (don't include adlibs and choruses, I think?), but the result should even out when many songs are used.

Source - Sticker album, all songs

Source - NCT 127 songs 2017-2020

Source - Ay-Yo song. It's one song, but I couldn't find any recent albums.

Jungwoo used to get fewer lines, however, over the recent years he has been pushed in front (and in "Walk" he is very prominent).

I suppose there are 3 main factors at play: 1) the need to distribute lines among all members (if Jungwoo is pushed, the rest of vocals get less lines), 2) the difficulty of incorporating so many vocals (a song can't be a highlight non-stop, someone has to sing the rest), 3) individual strengths.

For example, as you said, Doyoung is well-known for being able to blend with anyone. He is often the one to carry a chorus or to sing together with a weaker member (Johnny-Doyoung pairing is common). He is on backvocals the most.

Doyoung can belt and sing big notes, he can replace Taeil (when the latter can't perform) and be the only main vocal (NCT U songs). He is usually not given those big notes, because they are designated to Taeil (whose tone is more brassy and more suited for a final "oomph" in 127). On the other hand, Doyoung is given all the airy gentle phrases like "Stay".

Jaehyun has a lower voice, and most title tracks have no room for this tone, so he is delegated to rap or to the lead vocal position.

Finally, there are non-flashy segments in songs that, due to the lyrics or the placement, don't get memorised well, however, their execution requires a lot of skill (emotion, tone modulation, etc). For example, in Fact Check album Doyoung's voice was used in new ways, which I appreciated a lot. Despite that, I won't be able to name the exact lines without checking the songs, those lines are woven into the musical fabric.

Haechan's voice is nasal, so yes, he stands out. He also can't hide very well his nasality. Technically he can do less than Taeil or Do (Taeil, by the way, also gets a lot of transitional parts on b-sides).

As a final word, to properly discuss how every main vocal is used (Hyuk vs Do) I need analytics on all albums before me. I distinctly remember Haechan started to be pushed in Neozone (before this album it was Tende trio as a unit), and later on vocals were paired by two for highlights and bridges (Do+Taeil, Do+Woo, Woo+Hyuk, Jae+Woo, etc). I'm a biased party, however. I can't trust my own memory (never enouugh of Doyoung for me, naturally).

It jumped at me that in "Walk" Woo was in forefront. Therefore, it is well maybe the case that Hyuk is not the one pushed in front anymore (and we are mistaken here due to the past impressions). Afterall, it was Woo in "Ay-Yo" pool scene (DoWoo) and "2 Baddies" rainy scene (JaeWoo).

[bravernificationbeam]

tagged by @tuometarr whom i am kissing on the mouth <3

20 Questions for Writers

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 34

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 167,597

3. What fandoms do you write for? Whatever u know lol. like whatever catches my interest at the moment

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Present Time, Todd Anderson ; Nothing but Immortality ; Spurious Hatred and Something Like Affection ; #ToddandNeil'swedding2ksomething ; Love Speaks at Midnight

5. Do you respond to comments? Sometimes! If I feel like I have something to say. but I always love to get them!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? damb....maybe Nothing but Immortality since I stuck with the canon that Neil dies, but the 5th chapter also goes back in time a little bit. Also Called Collisions and Kill Team Free Will are pretty dark but not necessarily for the main characters so

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Rainbow Diffraction Spike, Love Speaks at Midnight, and Vanilla Blue are all sweetness!

8. Do you get hate on fics? nope

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? every now and then. not really a 'kind' about it--for me it's always about exploring how i think these characters would have sex

10. Do you write crossovers? i don't think i've ever written a straight up crossover? definitely taken heavy inspiration from a different source material however

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? maybe lol? someone asked me on ff.net ages ago if they could translate one of my fics--not sure whether or not they ever actually did it

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? not in as many words, but a friend of mine had a very heavy hand in inspiring Pushing Platonic and Dogs on the Bed

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? i don't know lol! i think the ship i've shipped the longest that i'll still go to bat for is hardenshipping

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i have scattered WIPs across my laptop and phone--none of them stick out in particular

16. What are your writing strengths? i'm just very good with words in written form all around--they just make sense to me

17. What are your writing weaknesses? probably making really tied together, cohesive, plot-driven stories. do i need to do that? no. am i just one bitch? yes. however, always like WOWWWWW when i see a story tie itself the fuck together (shout outs to my time at sandrock (the video game) and lisa frankenstein as of late)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? pops, love it, not a total necessity. but also, if you do this make sure you know it lol. i only feel comfortable enough to do this in french.

19. First fandom you wrote for? *my longest deep sigh ever* h*talia

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? i can't pick! i did a really great job on present time todd anderson--ppl kudosing it ur right!--, just tied it all really nicely together and told it perfectly in a way i didn't fully even realize i was doing at 18; Undo Dawn is my fav like longform fic I've done and I think I brought some really interesting angles to it; and you know what? I really like my most recent story I Think We Might Be Fucked Up Soulmates too--i think i got those girls down to a T!

i don't have a tonnnn of writing mutuals--if you wanna do this go ahead!

[heeliopheelia]

the truth is… even though my uni summer exams  ARE FUCKING STREESSING ME OUTTT GODDAMN…. the best part of me doing little breaks inbetween studying (stu is silent)  is going on tumblr.com  and seeing that user heeliopheelia posted new chapter #feelingblessed #maybelifeisnotthatbad 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

are mentally ill? and the answer is…. aren't we all? uhmm babe i dont know how to tell u this but no ? ( but also im here writing all of that 🥴🥴….so perhaps? i mean yeah u know what yes we are BUT NOT THAT SILLY thoo U NEED TO GET CHECKED GIRL) 

YES!! im also a private investigator working for fbi (stands for FUNNY BEAUTIFUL INTELIGENT duh🫡🫡) and “im not in love with heeseung” I CALL BULLSHIT my source?.... trust me bro

BROOOOO NOT THE MOM JOKES wow they are so cringe……… i said knowing DAMN WELL that i laughed like a silly goose 🫣🫣

not heeseung thinking twitter is a messaging app? hello?

“we got ourselves a comedian” god i love that meme  *taste u have taste ma'am

seung getting rejected……bro thats a fucking L brother…….jay tho... he is just like fr lmaooo OH YEAH YN IS TRIPPING EXTRA HARD THESE CHAPTERS ☠️☠️☠️

(platonic) husband is a rly cute contact name btw idk if i told u this before!!!!!!! ^^

their convo was so 3IWFRVDJFSDZXJRKDS FRUSTRATING wtfffff 😣 low key sad hours 🙁

whats hee’s cash app?? i can vemo him some $$$ CUZ YEAH samee bro fucking same

YES THANK U !!! THE NILE IS A RIVER IN EGYPT finally omg someone knows biology here i was losing hope (lololololo)

new sexuality unlocked bitches : 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

HIII!!!!!!!!!! today i cried 3 times( IM OKAY JUST OVERWHELMED!! no need to worry ) and this made me happy so happy, sweetheart <33 ahh this adventures are crazyyy, but so much fun !!!!!!!!!!!!! thank u ma’am xxxxxx - today only kisses cuz its hot af today am the temperature is making me idk im melting away <3 😘😘😘😘

OOF bestie I've finished my uni exams like two weeks ago so believe me I know how nerve wracking they can be 😭 But I'm so happy this little crazy smau of mine is helping you cope with this shit 🩷🤧

THE MOM JOKES JUST DON'T WANT TO LEAVE MY BRAIN I'M SORRY (they're unfortunately a part of my personality now) 😭🙏 Btw it took all of my strength not to make any more of these geography jokes so I'm glad you stepped up and did it for me LMFAO 🩷

AND NO MORE TEARS TODAY BABE 💅 MWAH MWAH 🩷🩷

Ps my advice for handling the exams