#but what can u do dfghjk

[daydadahlias]

How do you feel about MiM's success? did you expect it?🤓

oh boy i sure am gonna say some words!

this is an interesting ask bc I don't really perceive MiM as being very successful personally.

I mean, I'm so immensely happy with the reaction it's getting and the interaction it's getting (bc any interaction on writing is literally the best thing in the world) and I absolutely love having the opportunity to share it more than anything!!!

but it's hard to think of it as being successful because I am, of course, comparing to every other fic I've ever posted on the same platform. and, in comparison to the reaction Scene 14 and Take Notes were actively getting as I was posting them live in the same manner I'm currently posting MiM, this is a considerably smaller reaction.

for context, a chapter of MiM usually gets somewhere between 2-5 comments (and maybe around 5 asks let's say). In contrast, Scene 14 was probably getting a consistent 5-7 comments every update (and, if I'm remembering correctly, probably around 10 asks, which is insane to think about in retrospect). Take Notes, in addition, would be getting around 7-10 comments a chapter (and probably ~10 asks as well but I don't really know that number; i'm just making shit up).

Also, I do think it's worth briefly noting that Bite Marks (another chaptered fic I tried to post on a schedule; rip my baby) has about double the amount of subscriptions that MiM has and (what I consider to be) considerably more kudos while also being significantly shorter.

So, when you're looking at the actual "statistics" of fics I've posted, I don't see MiM as being all that successful.

this is of course not to give the impression that I think MiM should have more comments/interaction or anything because I'm not a little greedy monster yknow and I really would be happy and content if only one person read it.

but I just don't think it would be accurate of me to say I think the fic is successful within the scope of how fics of mine have done in the past.

however, this statistical drop off is simply because our fandom is significantly smaller now than it was when I was posting Scene 14 and Take Notes. I could post either of those fics right now and I simply do not think they would do nearly as well as they did in 2021.

But, since those are the posting experiences I have to compare to for all my work in the future, I am well aware that no fics I post following them will ever get the same level of interaction and - therefore - I will never be able to perceive them as being successful. which,, sounds depressing dfghjk but i swear it's not!! it's not something i let myself dwell on (especially bc it's something ALL the writers in our fandom are experiencing). I write fics for me and whoever wants to read them can. it's a blessing to get to be able to share stuff at all!! and all i need is just one reader to keep posting <3

in terms of expecting it, I would say maybe that I never really have any expectations of how people will respond to fics. i'm never right when i make predictions anyway. I just never really know, so I think I'm always a little surprised by how people respond. even after 3 years of posting in the same fandom, i dont think i'll ever get over the "omg people read my stuff and like it" feeling.

so, TL;DR, i feel really good about MiM bc anyone is reading it at all :)

hope that kind of answers this, sorry for the tangent

[pupkashi]

Hi darling, could I please get  “fine, i get your cereal-soup argument, but there’s nothing you can say to convince me that a hot dog is a damn sandwich.” with Nanami, man would bust a vein dfghjk

hi friend !! thank u so much for the request i hope u enjoy this :3 I’ve been loving writing for nanami hehe

it’s been over an hour now, and nanami is desperate to move on from the topic at hand.

“my love, please i don’t want to repeat myself again” he sighs, throwing his head back as he sits on the couch, you’re still pacing infront of him, arms moving erratically to emphasize your points.

“no kento! you have to see where I’m coming from, cereal is soup!” you say, a passion behind your voice that makes him smile a bit.

“baby for the last time according to the dictionary-” he begins, voice as calm as ever in contrast to your heated on.

“for the last time shut the fuck up with your dictionary definitions!” you groan, hands flying up to you hair as you look at him, “think about it with your heart, your soul!” kento is stifling his laughter as you look at him with pleading eyes.

“my soul doesn’t know a damn thing about cereal and soup, my brain however does! and according to the definition of soup it has stock of some kind!” he’s groaning, he’s sure his forehead vein is soon to pop out if it wasn’t already.

“is milk not stock from a cow?” you say, nanami is in shock at your words.

“are you insane?!” he cries, “do you know what beef stock is?” his voice is a higher pitch now, and he’s sure he’s gonna pass out from sheer frustration.

“but you see where I’m coming from?” you smile, nanami takes a deep breath, opening his eyes and seeing you an arms length away with a bright smile on your face.

“okay darling, i get your cereal soup argument” he begins, grabbing your hand and pulling you into his lap, a small squeak leaving your lips. he doesn’t hesitate to press a kiss to your lips, smiling as he’s pulling away.

“but there’s nothing you can say that will convince me a hotdog is a damn sandwich” his voice has a sort of anger behind it, you’re sure gojo had this debate with him at some point in time.

“we’ll you see-” you begin, laughing against your lovers lips when he shuts you up with a kiss, his hand snaking behind your neck and deepening the kiss.

“don’t even try to start this now” he mumbles, pulling away only when you’re pushing him off you to catch your breath.

“fine” you smile, letting yourself melt into his arms as he carries you to bed, grateful that the two of you can finally get some rest.

his peace ends abruptly when he exits the restroom and you’re on FaceTime with the one and only, gojo satoru.

“nanamin! you told me i convinced you Hot Dogs were sandwiches!” gojo shines through the phone, you’re smiling at your lover.

“let us explain to you why they are!” your voice giddy as kento lets out a deep sigh, so much for sleeping early.

[trepidatious]

(   natalia  dyer  &  alexandra daddario   )   bopping  along  to  vanilla twilight  by  owl city  is  vienna schuyler  ,  the  twenty-one  year  old  cisfemale  thrown  back  to  their  sports journalism  days  with  none  of  her  memories  .  voted  most  likely  to  break  into  area  51  ,  vienna  was  known  for  being  passionate  &  bashful  ,  go  figures  you’d  always  find  them  on  the  ice  rink  ,  but  grew  up  to  be  tranquil  &  withdrawn  .   ✎   kaya  ,  22  ,  she/her  ,  pst  . 

P A R A L L E L S

mia thermapolis ( princess diaries ) , hyuuga hinata ( naruto ) , casey carlyle ( ice princess ) , amy antsler ( booksmart ) , nadine franklin ( the edge of seventeen )

T R O P E S

shrinking violet , grew a spine , adorkable , homeschooled kid , geek , she is all grown up , extreme doormat , the confidant , eyes always averted , nice girl , shy finger twiddling

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          born in albany, new york to philip and danielle schuyler, the schuyler twins had been the center of their parents’ world from the moment they took their very first breath. they never had to want for anything and their childhood was often spent in upstate new york, visiting a family cabin during the holidays. it was those winter adventures that inspired vienna to pick up her first pair of skates, wanting to join the teens who’d she see skating across a frozen lake. at first she stumbled through, barely being able to keep herself upright, but by the end of the holidays she had mastered how to glide across the frozen landscape. after that it was only a matter of time before she started begging for lessons which inevitably lead to small competitions and private coaching.

          after developing a familiar routine on and off the ice, her parents getting transferred to bellevue, washington caused the schuyler family to move across the country and a seed of doubt to be placed in vienna’s head. while at first apprehensive that her ice skating career would never get to see the light of day, her nerves were quick to dissipate once she joined a local rink and continued her budding career as a skater. homeschooled so she could have time for her private coaching, vienna never got to socialize with others her age, often sticking to the sidelines and offering shy smiles to her fellow competitors. instead her downtime was spent alone, although sometimes in the company of her twin, as she binged movie franchises from star wars to lord of the rings.

             by the time she was a freshmen in high school, most of her summers were spent in san diego for a weekend, attending comic con whenever the dates didn’t coincide with her skating life. socially inept with no skills other than skating, vienna’s parents made it a point for her to attend a university like them, not believing that their daughter’s skating career would be enough to keep her afloat despite the success of her international junior career. vienna found herself reluctantly agreeing, being too timid to argue and chose to join rvu knowing her old coach from new york had moved down to california.

            a wallflower entering university, attempting to make friends and being in a school setting had felt like a rug being pulled right from under her. in her classes she was hardly acknowledged, only having her presence known whenever she was paired up for a group project. without the private tutor she was used to having her whole life, class settings were often spent with her lost in thought, filling her mind with daydreams of the future and random thoughts about whatever film she had watched the night prior. even when confronted outside of class, she’d often have a soft tone with whoever she was talking to, her eyes cast down as if she was only a few minutes away from stuttering. when you did notice her, it wasn’t uncommon to find a beginning of a blush forming on her face, a nervous smile becoming her default expression whenever interacting with someone.

            stretched thin with her studies and unable to qualify for the 2009 u.s. nationals championship, it was common knowledge within the skating community that vienna would still continue training during the current cycle of competitions instead of participating. skipping most of the major international competitions, she instead put her energy and skills into having a set of polished routines ready for the 2011 circuit. but with her degree being in sports broadcasting, espn had invited her to be a co-commentator for the 2009 world championships held in los angeles. with the conversation being about a topic she knew like the back of her hand, her commentary came fluidly and her usually bashful nature was nowhere to be seen as she observed the performances before her. with that attempt successful, it was no surprise that she was invited to vancouver to once again commentate on the competition.

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            graduating from rom valley university in 2010, she became a paid intern at espn, attending different competitions whenever she wasn’t competing in them. the internship only lasted a year, with her putting her broadcast career on pause to focus full-time on the 2014 olympic circuit. the next few years passed by in a breeze with her getting silver at the 2013 u.s. nationals and sixth place in the world championship, earning the united states a third spot in the olympics. during the 2014 u.s. championships, vienna placed first in the short and free programs, winning the national title and securing a spot on the u.s. olympic team. the rest of her career followed similarly, with her once again competing and placing in world’s as well as winning a bronze team medal in the 2018 olympics.

            before the throwback to 2010 happened, vienna had taken another pause in her competitive career, having suffered a stress fracture that put her out of commission. however, as a now internationally decorated medalist, she found herself returning to her broadcast roots, once again commentating at the different competitions and being interviewed on numerous talk shows. throughout her years post-graduation, she had kept in touch with a few people but for the most has kept to herself, preferring her own company over any amount of people. now able to turn on her charisma in situations non-related to skating, she had found herself content with where she was in life, with her days of smiling bashfully at the ground long gone, instead being replaced with confidence.

Q U I C K  F A C T S

unfortunately she’s one of the few who DOES NOT remember anything after 2010

all the self-growth and confidence she developed post-graduation??? long gone and home girl doesn’t even realize it sdfghj

definitely still a bashful mess who is avoiding eye contact whenever possible but hey, she’s definitely approachable and currently lacks the ability to be rude to anyone

doesn’t realize the whole marvel cinematic universe becomes as big and major as it is now so if anyone spoils anything she’d either think they’re an oracle of sorts or a secret writer for the mcu

she’s the biggest nerd and fan girl like i saw a few actors/oscar winners on the taken list and if any of your muses were a part of a marvel, lord of the rings, star wars, etc ( if it was at comic con then consider her a fan tbh ) she would have lost her shit being like “i went to school with this person omg” or “my friend is the scarlet witch!!!”

knows random facts about the stars and outer space and probably used to tweet at nasa a lot

her favorite barbie movie is the rapunzel one solely bc homegirl is staring and singing about the stars sdfghjk

probably asked her acting friends to be an extra in whatever movie they’re in

she says it as a joke but one of those “ get me in the movie. jk.... unless ????”

believes aliens are real and probably talked about it in 2010 and in 2020

like her theories about area 51??? and the government???? she could talk about them for days tbh

avoids drugs like the plague. will not even be anywhere where there’s weed smoke bc she’s scared it’ll pop up on her drug test bc she’s a paranoid dumb lil bean

probably doesn’t really drink that often but when she does it’s tito’s vodka

big nerd who speaks sindarin, can read aurebesh, and can somewhat speak togruta despite the limited amount of words that are known

named after the billy joel song and proud of it

ANYWAYS PLS PLOT WITH ME !!!!! my discord is medieval 4loko gang#5402 but feel free to hmu on here <3

i have a stats page here and wc page here !!!

but also come check out her pinterest board here

[obeymematches]

anyways in this post you get a boquet from your om! boo (brothers only)

inspired by some old traditions still alive in my country held on the last day of april <3 though it has many variations i'm only including the one with boquets. ((other variations include getting an entire tree decorated for u & placed over ur gate. the most old-fashioned one is stealing&hiding ur lover's gates (yes) so while dad is away looking for it, you&boo get to spend time together))

though we can just ignore all that & get flowers just because <3

anyways i'm putting a read more here because this post is going to be full of images (from google) 💗💗

general boquet color meanings on this day; pink - dating (but you take it seriously) white - engagement purple - old relationship but no marriage green / blue - friendship

Lucifer: Getting flowers from him as gifts isn't big news, though he only gifts them on occassions. I feel like this is about what you'd get regarding style. Probably uses flowers from his garden (somehow he has time to tend to it which is good for him) but i doubt he'd have the time / patience to actually make a nice looking boquet; probably pays someone else to do that for him.

Mammon: Swears he'd never get you a stupd flower because who does that???? then shows up with something like this last minute.

Leviathan: Seriously considering not ever giving it to you but now that it's done it's too late for that- yes he actually put together the entire thing, took him his entire Thursday afternoon-

Satan: I feel like he'd be the most likely to give you flowers randomly so it wouldn't be his first rodeo at the florist. Yes he got the flowers from there but put the entire thing together by himself.

Asmodeus: Honestly... who cares about occassions when he can just spoil you any day? He's been sus on social media all day long tho. After he gives it to you, he posts about it on every platform just so everybody knows what's up

Beelzebub: I feel like he'd be very simple about it, probably hints at it before you meet so you are not caught off guard. He's just so nice. Definitely gets it from a florist but that's ok.

Belphegor:

Very unlikely to gift flowers but every now and then he can do that if he wants to, you know. Keeps it simple. Definitely gets it from a store.

_________

in case you were wondering, here is what your tree would look like if you got one dfghjk ppl in my town still do this it's crazy

[theogony]

HELLO THIS IS INK I HAVE A QUESTION. in ur opinion who is ur favorite wlw kotlc pairing + also tell me abt them in detail if u have the time!! + poetry/music u associate with them and/or w kam i'm thinking thoughts definitely unrelated to anything at all. also pls these i am not a robot checks like "pls click the x u see" dude i need glasses i cannot see shit

OK FIRSTLY I AM SENDING GODDAMN BLESSINGS RECAPTHACAS ARE A CURSE AND BANE AGAINST GOD I HATE THEM SO MUCH LITERALLY AREN"T ROBOTS MEANT TO PASS THE BECHDEL TEST WHY DO I NEED TO GO THROUGH THIS BULLSHIT

secondly!! uh fuck why would you make me choose between the women i love them all. but also marellinh because red and blue inverted motifs and clashing yet somehow clinging to each other. also linhella as one who's also been shunned since birth and hence taught to be wary and with way more similarities than expected and biana who is recently been shunned and realising that the both of them have a lot more common and yeah and also. solinh as in the both of them not fitting in at all but somehow learning to fit in with each other and making a goddamn home out of nothing

anyway can you tell i do not think the song twins are straight

but also!! poetry!! i'll keep this brief because i really do not have a lot for the wamen but a lot for kam so i'll restrict myself to one per each

ok firstly linhella and uhh i. associate them with both being afraid and somehow learning to love each other yet also growing together and uhhhh yes.

-Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to Vera tr. by Olga Voronina & Brian Boyd

ok now marellinh. ok one of my favourite authors and DFGHJK help i literally love them so, much. but also something about the both of them coming back to each other and yeah. yeah. and something about fitting in with each other

- To the Desert by Benjamin Alire Sáenz.

and now. kam the penultimate of this L so i cannot restrict myself so here is three because they. just. them ok them

via. but also this quote represents so much of what kam is to me because yknow. there is so many multitudes in them that they deserve everything. and also because the pining yknow the pining.

via . ok listen personally to me both of them are super touchstarved so this and also!! the idea of kam always searching out for each other despite everything that. yeah.

- Honey Girl

ok listen this one is kinda sad but also. i feel like this represents the both of them so well because tam can not be accepted by the world and maybe keefe wasn't accepted by sophie or something but. god anyway them

[aliendes]

Natural Borns - Chapter One

dystopian!au / futuristic!au

AUTHOR NOTE: here it is! Chapter one of Natural Borns. If you haven’t already, please read the prologue, or else this wont make the most sense. The prologue gives some backstory about the universe that you need to fully enjoy the story. Thank you for all the love on the prologue, it pushed me to want to put this out early. If you enjoy this series, please follow and reblog so it can reach more eyes. Feel free to send me an ask! I would love to answer any questions, because I’m sure I’m inevitably going to leave some things unanswered (this is my first time writing a series, after all). Enjoy! xx Des

Series info/genre: Angst, fluff, (possible) smut NSFW due to darker themes Pairings: ot7 x fem reader (eventual) Warnings: this series will have different trigger warnings listed for each chapter (if there are any), but as a whole, this series will include violence, mentions of depression & other mental illnesses, cursing, abuse, drugs/alcohol, some shitty medical descriptions because i am NOT a doctor, self-esteem issues, fluff, and possible smut in future chapters (but that’s undecided). i will add more warnings/tags in the future if there are any. Description: In the year 2613, over half of the world’s population are what scientists consider ‘designer babies’. YN is a small town girl who is a true natural born, someone born naturally without he help of a lab or gene splicing. Her DNA is greatly sought after, but what is she willing to do to protect it? Word count: 3.6k 

It was early. Too early for you to be awake. As you rolled over in your bed, taking your poofy duvet cover with you, you noticed that it was barely dawn. Your curtains were drawn, how you always left them - liking to wake up with the sun, and you couldn’t even see said sun on the horizon yet. You could make out a pink line that melted perfectly with the purple and blues of the night sky. After admiring the beauty of it for a moment, you rolled back over with a huff.

You’re already awake, might as well get out of bed.

You lived on a peach farm, or orchard, that your family owned and had chores and duties to fulfill around the house and land. The orchard was on about ten acres, small for a farm, but big enough to get the job done. Your father sells the peaches you harvest to local grocers and restaurants and sells the rest at your mother’s stall at the farmer’s market in town. Your mom grows flowers in her garden on the property and makes beautiful arrangements for locals. She just recently made the arrangements for the wedding of one of your old classmates. You helped out where you could with harvests, taking care of the animals your family cared for, and working the market on weekends. It wasn’t a luxurious life by any means, but you were happy. You definitely couldn’t complain, not when most natural borns had way less than you. You were fortunate, really, and content living this small town life.

You swung your legs over the edge of your bed and stretched your arms up high, letting out a big yawn. Your pajamas were all bunched up and uncomfortable on your legs as you scooted closer to the edge of your bed, expecting your toes to meet the cool wood of the floor. Instead, you were met with something warm and fuzzy and a loud meow that sounded through your room, making you jump.

“Ai- sorry Mochi,” you grumbled, watching the cat scurry across the floor. You smiled and shook your head at the cat, who was now giving you a death glare from next to your bedroom door. You slowly stood up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and opened the door to let the devil cat out. He quickly took advantage of the open door and ran down the stairs as fast as he could. You watched him for a moment before making your way to your bathroom down the hall. 

Closing and locking the door behind you, you started your morning routine of brushing your teeth and hair and washing your face. Once you turned the faucet off, you rubbed a clean white towel over your face, pulling it down slowly as you peeked over it at the mirror. You looked tired, small bags beginning to form under your eyes, skin darkening slightly from being out in the sun, maybe even a little sunburnt from working at the market yesterday. Still starting at your reflection, you hang your towel up on the rack with a sigh, turning to get dressed for the day.

Your normal work day attire consists of jeans and a t-shirt. It was June, just starting to get unbearably hot in Korea, so you opted for some looser linen pants and a light shirt. You didn’t have a whole lot to do today other than feed animals, clean the chicken coop, and help mom out with some arrangements. You wouldn’t be harvesting the peach trees until late July or early August at the rate they were growing currently, though you did still need to monitor them and make sure they remained healthy before harvest season. 

By the time you were ready for the day, the sun was just barely coming up and the smell of coffee beans entered your nose. Mom must be up, you thought to yourself. You smiled and made your way down the stairs, grabbing onto the bottom of the banister and swinging yourself around it, an old habit of yours from all the way back in elementary school. You were still a kid at heart, even at the age of 23. 

“Good morning Pearl!” your mother called from the kitchen. Pearl was the nickname your parents have called you since you could walk. Natural pearls are extremely rare, almost never occurring in nature. You were also a rare breed, a true natural born, hard to find like a pearl, hence the nickname.

“Morning mama,” you said, walking up to her and giving her a side hug, “watcha makin’?” You asked with a teasing lilt to your voice. Your mom was a tad shorter than you and you liked to take advantage of that, leaning your elbow on her shoulder as you watched her stir the pan in front of her.

“Steamed eggs and rice, now go get your father, would you? We have to start on these arrangements soon, Mrs. Lee needs 25 of them by tomorrow afternoon.”

You gave your mom a nod and made your way back up the stairs, hopping over Mochi who was now taking up residence on the second step. “You’re gonna get stepped on your curious cat,” you said under your breath. Mochi just watched on as you took two stairs at a time. 

Before you could reach the top of the stairs, you nearly stumbled straight into your father who had just come around the corner. “Who-whoa,” he laughed out as you grabbed onto the railing to stop yourself from smacking into him. 

“Mom needs you!” You yelped out, passing your dad on the stairs and running into your room to grab your phone from your nightstand. You could hear your dad chuckling as he walked down the stairs. As you picked up your phone, you noticed you had a new message in your group chat you had with your two best friends, well, your only friends, you supposed.

From Mina [11:13 pm]: pearl!!!

From Mina [11:13 pm]: pearl are u awake?

From Woo [11:15 pm]: why are you awake min?

From Mina [11:17 pm]: cant sleep, pearl, u up!?

From Woo [11:23 pm]: I’m gonna guess not

From Mina [11:25 pm]: ugh dfghjk 

You giggled at your screen for a moment before typing back a response.

You [6:37 am]: sorry guys, i went to bed early last night what’s up min?

You pocketed your phone, definitely not expecting a response at this ungodly hour, and headed back downstairs. On your short walk, you thought to your two friends, Mina and Wooyoung, who you befriended in middle school. Well, actually Mina befriended you and Wooyoung in seventh grade because you were both outcasts that didn’t talk to anyone. Ever the martyr, she brought your little group together and you’ve been thick as thieves ever since. You don’t see them as much as you’d like nowadays, as they both attended the small community college in your town. You never really liked school, never excelled at anything, and were always a homebody. College just didn’t sound fun to you, especially if people there were anything like at your highschool. Highschool hadn’t been kind to you. You were labeled ‘half-breed’ and ‘mutant’ by a group of girls who wanted nothing more than to see you suffer because of your looks. Boys would flirt with you, leave you love notes, and even try to harass you in the halls, but never because they actually took an interest in you. The one time you went to a party with Mina, you had been cornered in some guy's barn by one of the popular boys who was trying to get in your pants. This just made the popular girls even more angry with you and would jump through hoops to make your life hell while at school. All of those experiences taught you one thing: most people can’t be trusted. Some might say you have trust issues (Mina) while others will try to get you to come out of your shell a bit more (Woo and your mom), but in the end, you’re comfortable with your two best friends and your parents. You never asked for more because you simply didn’t need it.

Most, if not all, families these days only had one child, so you nor your friends ever knew what it was like to have siblings. Even your parents were only children, so no aunts, uncles, or cousins to call an extended family. This was normal, though, because a law was put in place in 2505 banning families from having more than one child to help with population control. If a family broke this law, they were fined excessive amounts of money. The law was easy to enforce with parents of lab born children, since their child had to be entered into a national database, meaning no company would work with them again to avoid hefty fines, or possibly being put out of business. It was a little harder to enforce with natural born families. The law was definitely one sided, aimed to force more and more natural borns into poverty. 

You were snapped out of your daydream as you entered your kitchen, taking in the sight of your dad sitting at the dining table reading something on his tablet and your mom making a grocery list. You smiled softly, rounding the table and taking your usual seat next to your mother. “Thanks for breakfast, mom,” you said kindly, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek. 

“Of course, Pearl. Now eat up, we need to get going soon if-” your mother was cut off by the sudden shriek of the doorbell, which caused you to jump what had to be 5 feet in the air. Who was ringing your doorbell at - you took your phone out - 6:44 in the morning?

Your father had the same perplexed look that you must’ve worn, getting up out of his chair and heading towards the front room of the house. You shared a puzzled look with your mom who just shrugged her shoulders and went back to her list, blowing on a piece of hot egg in her spoon. 

As you started to fiddle with your own spoon, you tried to strain to hear the conversation happening in the other room. You could hear hushed murmurs that sounded rushed, almost angry. You squint your eyes in confusion. It sounded like your dad was mad. He never gets mad. Who could be at the front door? Slowly, you rise from your seat to go investigate, your mother paying you no mind.

As you round the corner of the kitchen, your father comes into view holding the front door at a 90 degree angle from the wall, effectively blocking your vision of the man on the other side. Your dad’s profile told you what you needed to know, though. He was visibly angry, apples of his cheeks reddening. He was still speaking in a hushed tone, though you could tell it was tense.

Slowly, you walked over to your father, peeking around the front door. If your dad noticed your presence, he didn’t mention it. Standing on your front porch was a man, shorter than your father, with dark hair and round glasses perched on his nose. He was obviously a natural born, as he didn’t have any of the perfect or striking features you were used to seeing on business men such as himself. He didn’t look intimidating in the least, but you could almost see the steam rolling out of your dad’s ears. As soon as the man caught sight of you, a bright grin took over his face.

“Ah, you must be YN,” he starts, taking a step forward and reaching out his hand, “it’s so nice to finally meet you.”

You were confused by his words, taking a step back to match his. You didn’t know this man and you definitely didn’t want to shake his hand. Did he say finally meet you? What is that supposed to mean?

“You need to leave,” your father started, causing the shorter man’s attention to fall back on him, “now.” Your dad left no room for discussion, effectively ending the conversation. 

The mysterious man nodded once, looking back at you. “We’ll be in touch,” were his final words before turning on his heel and walking back towards a sleek, black car at the end of your drive. Before you could take in any more details of the car, your father was closing the front door. He breathed out a heavy sigh and placed a hand on your bicep, gently leading you back to the kitchen.

Your mom looked up from her, now nearly finished, breakfast. “Who was it, sweetie?”

Your dad sat back in his chair, leaving you standing, confused, in the middle of your kitchen. “Yeah, dad. Who was that?” You asked, genuinely concerned about the stranger.

Your dad let out another sigh before turning to look up at you, “Just another company. You know how they are, Pearl. Persistent, but they’ll back off eventually once they realize we aren’t interested.”

You slowly nodded in understanding. These designer baby companies have been coming to ‘scout’ you since you were in elementary school. They would come to your home, or even your school, and try to talk to you about selling your DNA and how it would be beneficial to your family, maybe even bring them out of poverty, make them rich. When you were a child, the offer was enticing, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious even now. But you knew where you stood on the subject. You didn’t want to sell your DNA. You didn’t want anything to do with these big companies that were making natural borns poor while getting rich in the process. But you remembered something, “Dad, what did he mean by finally meeting me?”

Your dad has his back turned to you again, starting to eat his breakfast. You could see him visibly stiffen at your question before quickly relaxing again. Your mother seemed to notice this too, sending a worried glance at him, to which you couldn’t see his response. Without turning to look at you, he mumbled, “That was Hyunwoo, a former classmate of mine.”

So you were right in your assumption about Hyunwoo being a natural born. You know your dad hadn’t gone to college, and his family lived in this very house while he was growing up. That means Hyunwoo must be from the same town as you. Most people living here were living in poverty, so why did he look like a million bucks? No one from this town could afford a car like that either. Before you could get too lost in your thoughts, your father was speaking again, “He works for a pretty well known company in Seoul. He’s been interested in you since you were a little kid.” The thought alone was enough to make you feel nauseous. You didn’t even know this man, yet he’s known about you practically all your life. Apparently he’s been seeking you out for a while too, if your assumptions are correct.  

“Why was he here?” You voiced your thoughts aloud.

Your father set his spoon down on his dish before turning his entire body in his chair to face you. “It’s nothing Pearl,” he started, firm but gentle, “You know these companies never leave us alone. His is no different. They’ll get the message sooner or later.” There was a finality in his tone, making it known there was no room for discussion on the matter. With a nod of his head he stood up from his seat, gathering his dishes, and deposited them into the sink. “I’ll be out in the orchards if you need me.” 

You nodded before sitting down at the table and picking at your food. 

“Don’t worry, dear,” your mother said as she, too, stood up with her dishes, “this type of thing happens all the time.” 

Even though you trusted your parents, and they were right - it did happen fairly often, something about Hyunwoo seemed different. The way he looked at you and spoke the words ‘finally meet you’, made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Even your mom and dad seemed nervous when his name was spoken at the kitchen table. But you trusted your parents. Right?

In the early afternoon, you had just finished your chores of feeding the chickens and cats, and you were wandering around the orchard. Your dad had retired to the shed on the far north corner of the property. He liked to spend a lot of time in there, tinkering with old appliances. You and your mother had finished the arrangements for Mrs. Lee earlier and now she was at the market fulfilling the list she made earlier. 

You didn’t really have anything that needed to get done right away. You know you should probably go check on the flowers in your mom’s garden, make sure they don’t need to be watered again, but it’s been a while since you’ve walked through the orchard without the responsibility of the trees looming over you. Your father cleaned up the trees earlier, made sure drip lines were intact and checked over the farm, so you decided to indulge in your favorite pass time. 

You walked away from the chicken coop towards the edge of the orchard. It was truly one of your favorite places in the whole world - not that you’ve seen much of it, but still - and you could spend hours getting lost among the beautifully colored canopy of peach blossoms. 

When you reached the edge of the orchard, you leaned your hand against the cool oak colored bark of one of the trees, and toed off your shoes, leaving them in the dirt. The trees were just starting to blossom with pretty pink and white flowers among the green and almost yellowish leaves. Only about another month before harvest, you thought idly to yourself. 

As you walked through the trees, you relished in the feeling of the cool dirt beneath your feet, squishing between your toes with each step. The air outside was hot and humid, but the earth was cool under the shade of the trees. With each trunk you passed, you let your hand ghost over the rough bark, memorizing the feeling of it. You looked up at the leaves, slowly moving in the slight breeze today. Your family's farm was small, only about 10 acres, so the trees weren’t so dense you couldn’t see the sky above or would be completely hidden from view while walking through them. If your dad were to come out of his shed, you probably would’ve been able to see him from here, though it was a good distance away. 

As you got closer to the center of the trees you found a nice trunk to sit down against and pulled your phone from your pocket, checking your group chat with your friends. 

From Mina [2:05 pm]: pearl pearl pearl

From Mina [2:06 pm]: where are u

You rolled your eyes at your best friend's antics before typing out your reply.

From you [2:36 pm]: walking through the trees, what’s up?

Almost immediately you were looking at a response.

From Mina [2:37 pm]: there was some guy here on campus today

From Mina [2:38 pm]: a girl from my econ class said he was looking for you

From Mina [2:39 pm]: said he looked like he didn’t belong here, i’m assuming it’s some company but i wanted to let u know

Your heart dropped into your stomach at this new knowledge. It wasn’t incredibly strange for someone to be looking for you at the college. Most residents of the town attended the college at some point or another, what with it being free to attend because of a bill passed decades ago by natural born activists fighting for education for those living in poverty. But something about this felt wrong. 

Before you could respond to Mina to ease the worries you were sure she felt, you heard what sounded like a twig snapping somewhere behind you. Already on edge from the text messages, you quickly stood up, turning almost completely around in your spot. Your eyes focused on the spot where you thought you heard the noise come from, only to be met with nothing. Despite knowing you heard something, part of you wondered if it was all in your head, the events of the day messing with you. 

In the distance, you could see that your family’s truck was still missing from the drive, meaning your mom was still out shopping. Quickly, you glanced at your father’s shed - the doors were still shut tightly. Momentarily you wondered if he would be able to hear you if you screamed. Shaking the thought from your mind, you turned back around to face the tree. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught movement from behind a trunk a few yards in front of where you stood. 

“Who’s there?!” you half yelled, fear starting to creep up your spine. You definitely weren’t one to fight, much more comfortable running from your problems and confrontation. You wished Mina was here, she would be brave enough to move forward, to protect herself from danger. You slowly started walking backwards, not taking your eyes off the trunk where you believed someone to be hiding. You wanted to turn and run, but didn’t want to risk whoever it was behind that tree attacking you from the back. As you continued to take cautious steps, your back collided with something firm, yet not hard enough to be a tree trunk. This was softer, warmer. Human. 

To be continued....

AUTHOR NOTE: Sooooo, who do you think YN ran into?! Who do you think will make an appearance next chapter? ;)

copyright aliendes 2020

[literalite]

Gm bestie, how are you? 🥺

1, 39 and 99 for the oc's

am choosing to do ambrose bcos i miss him </3

1. what common traits do you share with your oc? what about them is the least like you?

we r both trans guys and we r nerdy but like. in different ways... i gave this mf my obsession with marvel and a tendency to people please although i made his a lot worse and also we r both asian. he's heterosexual tho im not lmao... also man is a lot smarter then i am i dunno computer shit DFGhjk

39. does your oc have any nicknames? what are the origins of them? if they don’t, can you come up with some possible ones?

ppl dont rlly give him nicknames and ambrose is kind of a bad name to try and give nicknames to sdfghjk like u kind of cant shorten it in a good way

99. what is your oc’s morning routine usually like? what do they eat for breakfast (if they have breakfast)? what time do they usually get up in the morning?

he wakes up early after a long night of tapping away at his computer... cooks a big healthy breakfast for himself and manny hes a good cook btw and he learnt a lot from his mama... maybe rice porridge? goes and wakes his lil boy up and they eat... basically very nice and good. he knows what hes doing and hes happy and mannys happy its all good

[the-trans-anon]

7 and 16

7. tell us about one of your characters who’s an absolute joy to write

Um.... [side eyes Thea who's like the main pov character or at the very least the main focus of everything I write lately] UM....

Ok jokes aside Thea is probably the character I enjoy writing the most, which is probably why he's the one I tend to gravitate towards. It's just easy to slip into his brain and read his train of thought. And like you can do a lot with him, like yeah you can do angsty stuff where he's depressed and self-destructive and *pissed* but Thea's also just....really funny?? Like he's clever and kinda quick-witted and it's fun to write him with people he's friends with just bc he comes up with the silliest shit (best posted example I have of this is the snatcher plush fic, it was a joy writing him coming up with defenses for his stupid ass naming skills)

Other than Thea....my favorite is probably Amelia, which is interesting because she was such a last-minute creation. Like I literally just made her bc I REALLY wanted someone to take the kingdom from Vallerie once she goes to jail for attempted murder bc I did Not want to deal with the situation of "the only royal is in jail and unfit to rule and now there's no one to take over guess it's time to play hot potato with the ruling status". So I was like "ok I don't want this to happen, what if she had a sibling?" and then Amelia was made. But she's just a very interesting character to work with and I've had a lot of fun fleshing her out and it's like....she has such an interesing dynamic with Thea bc it's like....idk it's that feeling of having someone you love and look up to and care about deeply and you think they care about you too only to realize they Don't and they drop everything you had for a guy they just met and both her and Thea were hurt very very deeply by this person who they both loved so much and that shared trauma kinda brings them together and they help each other move on and idk....I just think that's nice :)

16. do you write any particular genre? how do you feel about genre categories in general? love them? want to combine them? want to do away with them altogether?

Not really. I just write dfghjk. In general I think genres are useful, like if you don't really know what story you're looking for but u know the type of thing u want to read so then sorting things into genres can help u find that thing. I do feel like we need more specific categories (like sci-fi can mean a LOT of things) AND it should be a thing where if a book isn't a romance novel but has an entire b-plot deicated to a romance then it needs to be in a romantic subclass, bc I am so tired of reading an interesting, exciting book only for the plot to suddenly come to a slow, unbearable crawl because it's time for the ~romantic part~ (looking at u hunger games)

[nymsonlinecottage]

💌✨🍼🍯🎂🍃💫🌧⛪🎄🎶❄🕊🌈🎥🎁🔪 I KNOW ITS A LOT BUT I TOLD YOUR ASS I WAS GONNA SPAM YOU-

b r u h 👁👄👁 I MEAN, YOU DID SAY YOU WERE GONNA SPAM, SO I SHOULD HAVE BEEN EXPECTING THIS DFGHJK

(🍼 and 🌈 are already answered! ♡)

💌: diary or journal?

Journal, because there's more room for creative liberty with what you write in it, and sometimes I just need a place to jot down a fic draft before I type it out

✨: which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

Kaz. Just... yeah. No further explanation needed

🍯: describe your favorite smell

O K , right after it rains, in the country, at sunset, you step outside and it smells so... clean. Normally Louisiana is humid and stuffy, but after it rains all that washes away, and you can smell the grass and all the nature that surrounds you. It's more of a lack of smell, tbh, but everything is just so calm and c l e a n , I love it

🎂: if you had three wishes, what would they be?

(this sounds dumb but) to travel the world, to end world hunger/poverty, and to have a superpower cus sUPER POWERS-

🍃: would you rather live in the sea with mermaids or the forest with fairies?

wait... wait shit I need to think about this... ok, am I becoming one of these mythical creatures? If so, then I'd want to live in the sea. If not, then I'd want to live in the forest because I couldn't live in the sea if I can't have a fin to swim around quickly

💫: what is your sun, moon, and rising sign?

sun is Cancer, moon is Picese, rising is Libra

🌧: favorite thing to do on rainy days?

I don't like rain because I have ~past trauma~ with storms and hurricanes, so mostly I just lay in my room and try to sleep through it

💒: which show would you want to live in?

ATLA ATLA A T L A I WANNA BE A BENDER SO BADLY 😭😭😭😭

🌲: what is your favorite holiday?

IM SO FUCKING BASIC but I thought about this for fifteen minutes and I honestly think I have to say Mardi Gras. It's hella loud, but I always bring noise cancelling headphones when I start getting over stimulated, and it's just one of those times when I feel like there's a real sense of community that ties us all together... like, don't talk to me about true friendship until you've had a deep, personal conversation with a drunk lady at a Mardi Gras parade

🎶: favorite song right now?

Past Lives by Born

❄: what is your favorite season?

Fall!

🕊: 3 habits you have?

clicking me tongue, picking at my lips and skin, and scrunching/tugging at my hair

🎥: what show are you currently binging on?

it's so hard for me to bing shows because I get distracted so easily 😭😭 but I'm currently watching ATLA and constantly rewatching episodes from lr, mm, and lref

🎁: when is your birthday?

June 26

🔪: scariest/creepiest experience?

I have so many, my older sister was a bully when we were kids and she would always come up with elaborate ways to scare the shit outta me, and also I was a wimp so I would get scared at everything, even if it wasn't scary. But an actual time when something was super fucked up and creepy was literally just a few days ago when I'm pretty sure a ghost came and haunted our house dfghjk

LIKE, I JOKED ABOUT IT, BUT IT WAS TERRIFYING. THE LIGHTS AND AC KEPT FLICKERING ON AND OFF, AND I HEARD SOMETHING IN THE KITCHEN EVEN THOUGH ALL MY FAMILY MEMBERS WERE IN THEIR ROOMS, AND THERE WAS RUSTLING, AND Y'ALL REMEMBER WHEN I SAID ONE OF MY BIGGEST FEARS WAS THE SUPERNATURAL??? YEAH, THAT FACT STILL STANDS

[solongllondon]

for the "hi i'm not from the US" ask thingy :) 4, 7, 10, 15, 21

dsfghj sorry, this took me forever but im finally getting around to doing this, thank u so much michelle 🧡🧡

4. favorite dish specific for your country?

okay so we’re gonna go very, extremely cliché here and also disregard that im technically vegan but I think Kässpätzle probably?? they’re just?? so good? and since i grew up at the swiss border and most people think we’re swiss rather than german im gonna add raclette as well bc. it’s just?? so good??

7. three words from your native language that you like the most?

Käsekuchenkrümel is my number one favorite word I think because it sounds sooo nice. also doch because there’s nothing quite like it in English and I like ending arguments with it lol. The third that just comes to mind is Altbauwohnung. I think because I’m moving soon lol 

10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language?

i don’t really swear in german that much but if I do i think arschloch is the one that reflexively comes to mind?? I also like calling people Esel but that’s more affectionate than anything elese lmao 

15. a saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get?

if i don’t pick Bernd das Brot’s existence or Manuel Neuer as a meme, am i even german? also harry potter und ein stein i guess dfghjk

21. if you could send two things from your country into space, what would they be?

oh god, i wouldn’t mind it if i never had to see anything concerning GEMA again so kicking that off into the wild open space would be fun. (i don’t think you can actually send...a concept to space but bear with me lol) and if we’re already thinking along those lines I would make the Rundfunkbeitragsgebühren disappear too bc fuck them?? why do i have to pay those?? i don’t even own a fucking tv lol 

lol this was fun thank u!! 

✨send me non-US specific asks✨

[daydadahlias]

NOOO i love scene 14 and greyhound ashton too but there’s just something about vanilla calls and howdy partner ashton 🫶🏼🫶🏼 they’re so special to me and i love how you write ash bc it’s such a breath of fresh air seeing someone love him so much 💗 my fav ao3 author 4evs

one of the things I love the absolute most about fanfic is when I read a story where I can just tell how much the writer loves the guy they're writing about so this is a really massive compliment for me, thank you 🥺

[hyunjinz]

hi agnes!!! 🙇🏻‍♀️and 🦞!!! i hope you’re having a lovely day🥰💓-jem🌱✨

🙇🏻‍♀️ why do you bias your bias? oof i actually i find this question hard dfghjk i honestly can’t pick a specific reason. you don’t choose your bias, your bias chooses you lmao okay well hyunjin is incredibly charismatic. my eyes just naturally go to him no matter what. i enjoy watching him on stage because his stage presence is insane! he’s a truly talented boy. but also he’s such a precious, adorable bub i just wanna give him the biggest hug and protect him! and also the way he talks? i love his vlives because i find them very comforting and i feel this calmness every time. i also feel safe even though he’s not physically here. i admire that he’s a good listener and he tries his best to give advice. it’s inspiring how he improves his english and feels more comfortable and confident using it. he’s very creative and hardworking! and also insanely attractive. not just his looks but everything about him. his presence is so elegant if that makes sense. i love how he’s so emotional!! sensitive and empathetic boys >>> he’s not afraid to show or talk about his emotions both on and off stage. the way he portrays them in his lyrics, rapping, singing, dancing.. it’s magical and magnetic. and also him being dramatic af! that just adds some more spice to his being lmao idk i just feel this rush of affection and fondness whenever i see him. is this what love feels like? okay i’ll stop here i’m getting emotional sdfghj

🦞 would u rather take pictures with seungmin or hyunjin? can i say both dfghj i’m gonna say hyunjin because i’m biased lmao but they’re both great photographers so no matter who i’d take a picture with it’d turn out aesthetic af :’D

thank you jem!! i hope you’re having a wonderful day as well!! :3

skz emoji ask meme

[baby-fites]

NSFW hc female reader w tamaki? their first time! thank u

aaaAAAAA yesss ok it’s hcs not a fic but it got. long im so sorry dfghjk

-This angel is so, so, SO nervous, but nervous is different then scared. This would be at least a few months into the relationship, and by now he’d at least be able to feel safe and comfortable around her.

-They’ve probably gotten slightly heated before but uh. Imma be real with you chief he’s been too anxious to keep it up before now. This time though he’s determined!

-His girlfriend would absolutely need to take the reigns, and would probably end up on top so he’d stop asking if he was putting to much weight on her or making her uncomfortable every five seconds.

-He stutters so much and his blush goes all the way up to the tips of his ears but this is also the farthest they’ve gotten and he’s so hard it almost Hurts.

-Genuinely whimpers when she gets her top off and his hands keep twitching until she guides them up to touch her. 

-His entire body is shaking by the time she gets his shirt off and it takes every ounce of courage he has to stop her when she goes for his pants. When he finally manages the “W-Wait-!” she assumes he wants to stop and starts telling him it’s ok to do something else they don’t need to have sex. He’s quick to say that that isn’t it but it takes him a few tries and a lot of deep breaths before he can, while staring off to the side at the wall next to them, ask if he can eat her out.

-She says he doesn’t have to do something he’s not comfortable with and he looks bummed out as fuck thinking she just doesn’t want him to, she tilts his head to look at her like “Tamaki, Is that something you want?” and he literally whines out a yes.

-Once he’s actually between her legs he’s frozen because she’s looking at him and god that’s embarrassing and he accidentally blurts out “don’t look at me” super bluntly before blushing even harder and shoving his head into his hands because “I-I’m sorry- I’m sorry I just can’t- c- cant do it with you… looking.” She says that’s perfectly ok and promises not to before laying back and staring at the ceiling.

-That’s when it gets good. He’s still nervous and embarrassed but there’s less pressure on him, he can take a deep breath and get into a zone of semi-comfort, and once he does… hoooo boy does he eat out like a fucking champ. What he lacks in experience he makes up for in the need to please, he pays attention to her reactions and his tongue works absolute wonders. The only problem is how often he pulls back to ask if he’s doing alright. 

-May accidentally edge her a few times that way but she can’t get too frustrated with him because he just… looks so desperate to do well for her, and he IS doing well for her, and he deserves to know.

-Eventually she cums with her legs wrapped around his head and her hands in his hair, holding him close so he doesn’t even think about stopping to ask.

-He’d be ready to take a cold shower if she were done but it’s not over with that easy, she drags him up by the hair as gently as her shaking hands can and kisses him so passionately his head spins. 

-He barely notices she’s flipped him again until she gets his pants down, but the second his cock is free he’s shivering he’s so overwhelmed. She doesn’t need to do this if she doesn’t want he probably wasn’t even that good and doesn’t really deserve it- He’s talking himself in nervous circles and she’s having none of it.

-He’s already painfully hard and leaking precum and the second she slides the condom down onto him he yelps from how sensitive he is and ok ok he wants it he really wants it.

-Practically hyperventilating when she sinks down on his dick, he’s nervous and sensitive and trying really hard not to buck his hips because that’s what his body desperately wants to do.

-Every exhale is a whine once he’s all the way in and he’s a stammering mess of pleas and her name and jumbled curses and then she starts moving.

-He loves her, he loves her so much and his voice is shaking as he practically wails that fact out loud, he’s tearing up and his face is buried in her shoulder. He can’t keep his hips still and he’s close, so close and he’s so sorry he’s so fucking sorry he can’t- he can’t he’s gonna cum.

-All it take’s is a quiet “It’s ok baby, I love you so much” from her and he’s sobbing, his thrusts are sloppy and he knows he’s finishing way too soon but she’s holding him all the way through it, telling him it’s ok and she loves him and doesn’t he feel so much better letting it out?

-He cries into her shoulder for awhile, even after pulling out and letting her throw away the condom. He’s still embarrassed and apologetic but most of all just, emotionally vulnerable. Tells her he understands if she never wants it again and is genuinely surprised at assurance that she does. He doesn’t stop cuddling into her the entire night though, he really doesn’t want to let go.

[linogram]

i'm doing good! and the comeback definitely helps with that dfghjk ~ i'm in love with the album and i replayed levanter alone like 4 times, it's just so good?? and y e s seungmin came straight for my wig, he's amazing, and minho's falsetto?? him singing??? brilliant i love it ~ i haven't really focused on the story line so i'll just let that part be, but aesthetically speaking the m/v was really nice?? there were many points where i'd just go "ooh pretty!", which song is your fav this album?~ 🍜

I always forget there's a story line, I think overall my favorite is probably sunshine, it just has that warm vibe to it and I tend to like jisungs style a lot tbh, I just rlly like minho and seungmins parts, booster sounds so good, the transition from road not taken to STOP is amazing, levanter has this like feeling to it, idk how to describe it, seungmins "I wanna be myself" and "I feel the li-i-i-i-ight" rlly got me and I knew they would from the second i heard them in the teasers, and you can STAY? oh my god im gonna cry, what about u?

[warmaster-aranaies]

gimme the leftover ones for eudar uwu

2. What are your kinks?

Hairpulling, biting, getting stepped on, knotting, being dominated, choking, cutesy aesthetic, shorter guys

3. Have you ever had a threesome?

Nope, threesomes are not very high on the list of Eudar wants. He’s a very faithful guy.

4. Have you ever had sex in public?

As un-public as you can bang in a region where windows with glass arent common, I guess adfghn. But no, the furthest Eudar would go is have sex on his roof in the middle of the night or in the raptor stables or something

5. Have you ever faked an orgasm?

Yeah but only like, once or twice back when he still had some weird assumptions about sex. The dream didnt spoon-feed him sexual knowledge so as a sapling he had to make some experiences

7. Any kinks you would never admit to?

Not really. Eudar is relatively tame, as far as kink goes

8. Does pain turn you on?

To a degree, yes. He doesn’t wanna get beaten but he loves getting choked roughly

9. Are you a sadist or masochist?

Masochist

10. Dom, sub, or switch?

Submissive to the core

11. Have you tried anal? Did you like it?

Kinda obsolete question since I don’t think Sylvari have a mammalian digestive tract adfggh

12. What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve done?

As far as kinky goes it's probably something along the lines of convincing thier (who is a big gay softie) to go hard on him. Screw him to overstimulation.

Also minor foreplay in suns refuge but that was full of anxiety of getting caught

13. Do you like biting scratching?

Yes abolutely

14. Do you like being spanked?

Yes, but not as a standalone act. He appreciates a spank while doing it but getting spanked like a child just feels awkward

15. Do you like having your hair pulled?

10000000000000/10 yes

17. Shave, wax, or natural?

He still looks like the day he left his pod, he doesn’t really practise any kind of fancy pube leaf grooming

18. Do you have a favorite sex toy?

Homeboy surely owns a dildo or two. He likes being penetrated

20. Who do you want to fuck the most right now?

His man, duh.

21. If you were the opposite sex for a day, what would you do?

I HC sexual dimorphism in regards for genitals to be kinda not existant in Sylvari. But if he was socially feminine for a day he would probably just do what he would do anyways.

23. Do you like foreplay?

It's the most fun part

24. What turns you on the easiest?

Boyfriend being pushy, especially physically

25. How do you feel about creampies?

Oh? Yes?

26. Spit or swallow?

He's a good boy and swallows

27. Have you ever had sex with the same gender?

Yup

28. Opinion on hookups?

Not really his thing. He gets too attached

29. Can you deepthroat?

I doubt Sylvari have a gag reflex bc no organs. So the real question is: do u want ur dick come closer to their internal compost heap

30. Have you ever filmed yourself having sex?

Do videos exist in tyria i can only recall holograms rn dfghjk

31. How often do you masturbate?

Every 1-2 days

32. Opinion on giving/receiving head?

Both good

33. Have you ever been caught masturbating/having sex?

Surely. He has spent a lot of time with the sunspears, especially his buddy fahir.

34. Do you ever go commando?

Underwear uncomfy n gets caught in nooks and crannies

35. How was your last sexual encounter?

Comfy and loving

37. Booty or boobs?

Both...

38. Girth or length?

Girth

39. Do you like the lights on or off during sex?

Dusk/dawn is the perfect light level

40. Rough sex or intimate sex?

Usually intimate, but occasionally he wants it rough

41. Do you like dirty talk?

.....not really. He likes gestures more.

42. Have you ever taken someones virginity?

Nope lol

44. Do you like lingerie?

Wearing? Very. On partner? Occasionally. Depends on the thing, really

45. How would you rate your own sexual performance?

7/10.

46. Can you squirt?

Nah he just gets juicy

47. Have you ever made yourself sore from masturbating?

Surely

48. Do you like being called derogatory names during sex?

Nope. Big no. He's here to get loved and roughed up, not to get called names

49. Do you like to be choked?

Yes

50. Do you like to be restricted during sex?

Oh yes

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OHHH SHIT GAME OF THRONES, GAME OF THRONES OC!! (do u like how the show is going? i think it shoulda stuck to the books and gone on hiatus or something when they ran out of material dfghjk the later seasons are a mess imo)

Name: Briar Tyrell

Age: 13

Story: Winter Rose

Fandom: Game of Thrones/ASoIaF

Face claim:  Mackenzie Foy

Love interest: Robb Stark

Summary: Catelyn Stark didn’t realize that a negotiation with Renly Baratheon was really a negotiation with Olenna Tyrell.  But it was, and that’s how Briar finds herself engaged to Robb Stark, the King of the North himself.  Away from her family for the first time, and in unfamiliar territory, she can only hope that her future husband is as warm and welcoming as his kingdom isn’t.  To her great relief, he is, and he’s so much more as well.  Now a queen, Briar will do whatever it takes to make sure that her husband and his people survive the war.

Aesthetics: roses, flower crowns, ice, crowns, winter landscapes, the smell of flowers, “sweet as sugar hard as ice”, queen, fancy dresses and hair, warrior queen, “men fight wars, women win them”

anonymously (or not) tell me what fandom you’d like to see me create an OC for. (can also be a fandom I’m writing for, but you’d like to see another OC)