#dunno. just something silly i thought of while vibing.

[watatsumiis]

Have yall ever heard about that study a while back where some folks studying butterfly migration habits couldn't figure out why the butterflies would take such a large detour, then after some research they found out there was a mountain there millennia ago and detouring around it was just something that got hardwired into their brains?

I imagine things like that are actually semi-common in places like Liyue and Mondstadt, where the land has undergone so many physical changes over the years (whether that be due to giant pillars of stone being tossed about haphazardly, or a god deciding they're sick of a certain set of mountaintops and yeeting them into the ocean like frisbees). I think that, once discovered, these strangely adjusted little animals would probably be celebrated in vastly different ways by the neighbouring nations.

A kaleidoscope of butterflies is celebrated twice a year as it passes through two small villages on different sides of the border - the Liyuens see it as a reminder to not get their heads stuck in the past, because it can make the future all the more inconvenient (like taking a long, winding path when there is a straightforward one readily available). The Mondstadters, however, see it as a symbol of their own freedom to be as rigid as they please, if the desire so strikes them - to stick with old, futzy traditions and do things in their own way.

It's a very localized celebration, not often talked about due to the size of the villages. It's passed down purely by word of mouth to the children of the villages, so the irony of the situation is, through pure happenstance, simply never noticed.

But, it goes to show, no matter how different each nation and its people are, they are all humans at heart, and are wowed by the same feats of nature.

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[dante-mightdie]

The way i'm straight up dying over the second-wife Price au so far Like I don't think you understand how nice it is to see such a fun take on such an already-lovely idea, but GOD I would love to see Price seeing reader after a good few months of trying to convince himself that he was right in leaving her there. Maybe he always felt that guilt, that twisting in his guts that made him feel like a bastard when he thought about you, maybe he never quite got over the look on your face when the ropes were tied, the fear in your eyes. You weren't supposed to be scared when you looked at him, but you were. He's long since accepted that you're dead. It would just be silly to think otherwise, but he's still got the other wife, right? The other wife, who he slowly realizes isn't nearly as gentle as you were, who didn't stop a moment to smile at passing children or nod at him when he came back from a successful battle. maybe he's terrible for wanting to go back, but then he sees you in the woods, holding a baby in your arms and cooing at the little thing while you wash it. It could be his. That's the first thing he thinks, and then he sees Simon. Simon who should be dead, Simon who defected mid-battle mere days before he met you, Simon the *traitor*who comes up behind you and knocks his forehead against yours so gently and takes the baby into his arms as you smile at him. And maybe Price feels a sort of longing in that moment, a sort of pain he's never felt before, because you look... happy. You look happy in a way Price has never seen on you before. Genuine and comfortable, that soft smile on your face spreading as you chuckle and hug Simon. Or maybe not. Maybe Price turns and leaves, maybe he never quite sees that it's you or maybe he just cant mentally reckon with you being alive without him like this, happier without him after he hurt you unforgivably. Maybe Price doesn't even know if it would be worth giving up his half-assed, but functional marriage with your replacement-that thought still makes him shudder-to try and talk to you again, because you look like you wouldn't even entertain him, and he **knows** that Simon won't I dunno, just some thoughts for you, I hope you like :)) (You have absolutely no obligation to respond if you don't wanna, just want you to know that this au and your writing in general has honestly been something nice to come home to and it's really helped me through some rough days)

simon bumping his forehead against you like a stray cat is awakening something in me

c/w: stalkerish-vibes from chief!price, nsfw, masturbation, sex, mentions of war, torture, children

he had to return a couple more times just to be certain. dedicating a few hours a week to come back to that lake in hopes of seeing if you were actually alive or if his mind was playing tricks on him. he caught a few more glimpses of you. some by yourself, a few with your baby and a couple with your ‘husband’

he’d watched you bath by yourself in the late evening, slipping off your clothes and unknowingly giving him a view of your most intimate parts. not like he hadn’t seen them before. sometimes when he felt extra guilty and pathetic, he’d stroke his cock as he watches you bathe in the lake

he’d also caught you and your child down there once or twice, a genuine happy smile on your face as you help them dip their feet in the shallow tide. he knew the whispers of the clan was getting to you, rumours that you couldn’t conceive but he never had his doubts. he just never had the time to dedicate to you due to his many responsibilities as the clan chief

that’s a weak excuse, still. he had energy to dedicate to his second wife, for a while at least. he soon tired of her and her attitude towards her wifely duties. and he didn’t just mean her bedroom duties, although that was becoming an issue too. he also meant her responsibilities to the clan. she had a responsibility to offer them support and she was failing to integrate herself with them

you didn’t seem to have any issues with your marriage. you seem perfectly happy with your husband. price wonders if you really know who he is. it’s hard to imagine the ex-wife he knew as shy and timid seems this content with the infamous warrior ‘ghost’

price wonders if simon has told you about his time as a prisoner of war under an enemy clan when he was a fresh adult. perhaps he’d told you about how he got all those scars, how he’d endured years of torture before he finally escaped. except, he didn’t stay away once he returned home. no, he went back in the middle of the night. and slayed every enemy in that camp with his own two hands. a blood-thirsty fury in his veins as he takes his revenge

the sweetness only lasted a few minutes before the taste turns bitter. especially when he finds that he’s been shunned from his clan. his actions deemed inhumane, evil, unnecessary. simon didn’t agree, not one bit. he had dedicated his life to the clan and this is how they treat him after he nearly died for them

price had never met him. he was a known name around these ends. probably not to you. you don’t seem too afraid of him when he tugs your clothes off, bumping his nose against yours and pushing you up against a tree. hoists you up and wastes no time in lining his cock up with your pussy. nudges his tip inside your hole before thrusting the rest of his cock in

john watches as you whine and moan and beg for more in a way he never got to see before. perhaps if he had actually dedicated any time towards your pleasure, he would’ve gotten to witness this too. he fucks his fist from his hiding place, imagining that you were falling apart on his cock instead

he wishes he could use some of that famous courage he’s known for to actually come up and speak to you. apologise for abandoning you, not being a proper husband and protecting you from all the people trying to tear you down. yet his feet can’t seem to pass further from the spot he watches you from

he figures he should leave you be, you deserve your peace and your happiness. you seem to have found it. he wonders if you’ve found forgiveness for him in that time too. maybe you’d throw that sweet smile in his direction, welcome him with open arms and tell him that it’s okay

but he knows that unlikely. he’s sure that wolf of yours would show up, sniffing out a potential threat near his mate. bare his teeth and growl at price for even selling close to you. much more likely that he’ll rip john apart with his canines and claws, leave his mangled body in the dirt. he’s not so sure that you’d tell him to heel either, how can he expect you to save him when he left you for dead?

[stylesloveclub]

Pleasing (jealous blurb)

In which another waiter flirts with y/n, and Harry gets really jealous.

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Y/n stands in front of Harry, dressed in an oversized apron and a silly little chef's hat that she’d found discarded in his pantry.

“Tonight,” Harry announces, “we’re going to make a simple honey-garlic glazed salmon, served on white rice with a side of roasted vegetables. Do you have all your ingredients prepared?”

His kitchen island is covered with all the necessary materials that she might need for the cooking session that Harry’s planned for them. “Yes, chef!” she salutes.

Considering how he’s one of the world’s best chefs and she’s a college student who only ever goes into her kitchen to boil water for her cup of noodles… he thought it’d be cute if he planned a little cooking lesson for her. He’s chosen a meal on the rather simple side – fish is quick to cook and takes very little prepping, and rice is a food that even a child could make. Paired with a healthy variety of vegetables, this is the perfect meal that he thinks y/n should learn to cook for herself so that she wouldn’t be living off of frozen meals anymore.

He rolls his eyes at her silly behavior. “This isn’t Hell’s Kitchen, puppy.”

“I dunno,” she contemplates. “You’re giving Gordon Ramsey vibes right now.”

“Except m’not gonna yell at you and make you cry.” He steps forward and cups her face tenderly, looking into her pretty eyes, his gaze filled with adoration and care. “Just want you to be able to make yourself something other than a frozen pizza.”

She smiles cutely, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him sweetly. His eyes flutter shut momentarily, reveling in her soft kiss. “You’re so sweet,” she murmurs against his lips. “M’ready to learn. Tell me what to do.”

He pulls away. “Preheat the oven to 425. Do you know how to do it, or do you want me to show you?”

She rolls her eyes. “I know how to turn on an oven.”

“Hey miss sassy, just asking!” He steps back in surrender. “I’ll get the vegetables ready while you do that, then.” He grabs their carrots, cauliflower, zucchini, and sweet potatoes (all veggies that y/n had picked out when they’d gone grocery shopping together), and runs them under the water to rinse them clean.

Meanwhile, y/n stands in front of his oven, a furrow between her brows. In her shitty little kitchen at her apartment, the oven just has one panel where you enter the temperature you want, and then a single button to “Start.” Harry, however, has two ovens stacked on top of each other, with a bunch of complicated settings. Did it matter if they used the top oven or the bottom oven? Were they baking or broiling? Convection on or off?

“Um, Harry…” She looks at him helplessly, tail between her legs. “I don’t know how to work this.”

He shakes his head and chuckles, drying the rinsed vegetables off. “I thought you knew how to turn an oven on?”

“Okay well your oven is stupid and fancy,” she gripes, crossing her arms as he saunters towards her cockily.

He stands behind her, leaning over her shoulder so that his front presses against her back as he adjusts the settings. One of his hands rests gently on her shoulder as he murmurs in her ear, “Press top oven, then bake. Then you press start once and put in 425, then press it again and it’ll start heating up.”

She grumbles once more, Harry hovering behind her with a satisfied smirk. “What next?”

“Need to cut the vegetables.”

“Okay, I can do that!”

“No, no…” Harry stops her as she reaches for the huge knife that he’d set out on the cutting board. This knife is meant for professionals, sharp enough to cut through a piece of paper in midair. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

She pouts at him. “Harryyy,” she whines. “Let me help!”

“You are helping! You can make the sauce right now, baby, that’s the most important part,” he coos reassuringly, “Let me do the cutting though, don’t want you to cut your fingers or anything. The knife is just a bit too big for you.” He presses a soft kiss to her fingertips as he says it, re-emphasizing how delicate and precious she is to him. “Okay?”

“Okay,” she agrees softly. She can’t help but melt into a puddle when he takes that soft tone with her, talking down to her sweetly and making her feel all fuzzy inside. Of course she’ll listen to him! Especially when he kisses her fingertips so softly like that!

“Good girl,” he praises. “Can you get the honey and mix it with some lemon juice?”

She nods, mixing the ingredients into one bowl and whisking them until the honey is no longer as thick and sticky as it initially was, watered down by the acidic lemon juice. She looks at Harry expectantly, who’s cutting the carrots into bite sized pieces at the cutting board, waiting for the next instructions. “I put some butter to melt in the microwave,” he says, “could you take it out and add it to your sauce?”

She does that as well, then adds some garlic and pepper flakes as instructed by Harry, whisking it together until she has a rich sauce sitting in front of her.

“That’s gonna be for the salmon, so you can set it to the side for now.” He brings a big bowl of chopped vegetables and sets it in front of y/n. “Now we’ve got to toss these with some oil so it doesn’t burn in the oven. And some seasoning, obviously.” He lets y/n add the salt and pepper, and adds a generous drizzle of oil, before showing y/n how to toss it all together so that each piece gets evenly coated. Then, together they spread the veggies out on the baking tray. By this point the oven has preheated all the way, and is ready for the veggies to go in.

“Let me do it,” y/n says when Harry opens the oven.

He looks at her hesitantly, but she pouts up at him with her cute, puppy dog face. The one that gets her whatever she wants, the one Harry can’t say no to. “Fine. But wear some oven mitts.”

After the veggies go in the oven, Harry does most of the remaining work. He massages their salmon fillets with the sauce that y/n made (which he makes sure to compliment, tasting a bit of the sauce and telling her how yummy it is and how nicely she made it), then puts them on a baking pan right underneath the veggies. “We put the vegetables in first because they need 40 minutes in the oven, more or less. The fish, however, needs to come out of the oven in exactly 15 minutes, or else it’ll be dry. Got it?”

She nods from where she’s positioned herself on his kitchen counter, watching him wash his hands. He slots himself to stand between her legs, hands resting on her spread thighs. “What do you think?” he asks, “Easy enough to make on your own?”

She wraps her arms around his neck. “Yeah, I think I could do it. Don’t think it’ll be as good as when you make it though,” she pouts.

He kisses her cheek. “I’ll always cook for you when we’re together. This is only for when I’m away. What did you eat when I was in Milan?”

“Um… a lot of bagels. And dino nuggets.”

He holds in his gag, imagining the sad, soggy nuggets that she must’ve been having for dinner when he wasn’t there to make her gourmet meals. “Exactly. You need to be able to make yourself some nutritious meals for when I’m not here to cook for you.”

Her fingers curl into the hair at the back of his head, staring up at him sweetly. She can’t believe she somehow snagged a guy who cared this much about her, who would spend his weekend teaching her how to cook vegetables so that she had something healthy to eat when he wasn’t with her.

She’s just about to lean in for a kiss when her phone rings, interrupting their little moment. Harry steps away from his spot between her legs, letting her hop down from the counter and rush to her phone.

“Hi!!,” she says to whoever’s on the other side of the phone, one of her friends from college from what he can tell. Her voice is sweet and sugary, like always.

Harry leans on the counter, crossing his arms across his chest as he watches her with a fond smile. She bites mindlessly at her cuticles as she listens to what her friend is telling her, and he stops himself from walking over to pull her hand away from her mouth. Her nail biting habit is one that he’s trying to break, not a fan of the way she sometimes makes her pretty hands bleed from how often she bites at them.

“When are you going?” y/n asks on the phone, pacing from one side of the kitchen to the other. “Today? Oh… no, I don’t think I can come. I’m…um, I’m at my friend's house.” She stutters over her words as she tries to figure out how to word it, very clearly avoiding name dropping Harry, or even hinting that she’s at a guy’s house.

It makes Harry’s brows furrow. She’s at her friend’s house? Friend? He doubts she gets on her hands and knees and begs to get fucked by her other friends.

In his head, they were in a relationship. She was his, and he was hers. No questions asked.

He cares for her quite deeply, if it wasn’t obvious, and for the most part believed that she felt the same way. So he wonders… why would she avoid calling him more than just a friend? Did her friends even know that she was seeing someone, or did she not even want to call whatever they have going on as “seeing each other?”

The oven timer goes off before he can question her about it.

A conversation for later, he supposes.

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“Hey, y/n!”

Harry’s ears perk up when he hears her name, being called from down the hallway.

“What’s up, Jason?” she responds, bright and bubbly. She’s always like that at work, no matter how dragging her shift may be. He thinks that’s why the staff like her so much – she’s a drop of sunshine right in the middle of their restaurant.

“How are you doing?” he asks, smiling down at her and crossing his arms in a way that he hopes makes his biceps bulge attractively. Jason is another one of the waiters at Pleasing, a college student just like y/n. They’d once bonded over the fact that they go to the same university, but he majors in business, which is completely unrelated to what she studies.

“Oh, good! Same old, same old,” she huffs cheerily, waving her hand in the air as if she were waving away her troubles. “V’got a huge party coming in at 8, you know how that is.” Having a table of seven people is always a struggle… larger parties tend to stay at the restaurant for up to 4 hours, ordering a bunch of extra drinks and sweets until they’re practically kicked out of the restaurant. Y/n dreads the thought of how much she’ll be running around, trying to keep up with seven people’s orders, and how late she’ll be stuck here. If they’re coming in at 8… christ she might not get home until 1 in the morning. She wonders if Harry’ll be willing to wait for her so that they could still drive home together.

“Damn, that sucks,” Jason hisses sympathetically. “You know… how about I talk to Alfredo and see if we could switch tables?”

“Oh, don’t be silly Jason! You’re basically done for tonight, didn’t you just get the bill for your last table?”

“I mean– yeah, but I insist.” He smiles down at her charmingly, “you work so hard, I think you deserve to go home early tonight, yeah? Let me take care of your tables.”

Harry decides he’s heard enough. He stands from his desk, brows furrowed and steps out into the hallway, where he sees his y/n, smiling up at this silly college boy. It grinds his gears, jaw clenching and fingers fisting at his sides.

“Jason. Y/n.” he snaps. Their smiles are instantly ripped off their faces, the two employees straightening up as soon as they hear Harry’s stern voice. “What are we standing around for? Don’t you have tables to attend to?”

“Apologies, chef,” Jason says, at the same time y/n murmurs out a soft, “Sorry Mr. Styles.” She looks at him sadly, seemingly wounded by the harsh tone of his voice, and it takes everything in him not to melt at the sight of her sad puppy eyes.

“Get back to work,” he grits out harshly, turning on his heel.

He steps into his office, and slams the door behind him.

“What a miserable old prick, am I right?” Jason murmurs to y/n to lighten the moment, when he thinks Mr. Styles can no longer hear them. She doesn’t respond.

Harry doesn’t know how to interpret her silence.

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There’s a quiet, timid knock at Harry’s office door.

“Mr. Styles?” Y/n steps in nervously, shutting the door behind her.

Harry looks up momentarily, then back down at his paperwork. He ignores her.

“Harry?” she tries again. Again, he says nothing. His brows are furrowed as harshly scribbles something out on his paper, but it’s not his usual concentrated furrow. He seems upset.

“What’s wrong?” she pries, stepping closer to his desk. When he once again doesn't even glance up at her, she huffs. “Why are you ignoring me?”

He stops writing, his blue pen halting mid-word on his paper, before speaking slowly. “How do you think I feel, when I see you entertain that stupid boy’s flirting?”

She pouts, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Flirting? I… I haven’t been flirting with anyone?” she says quizzically, confused by this random accusation.

He scoffs, finally looking up at her. “I know you’re not that stupid, puppy.”

She blinks at him, still confused.

“That boy– Jason.” he grumbles. “He’s so clearly flirting with you.”

“Jason?” she asks again.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed it.”

“I– well… he’s just being nice,” y/n explains, as if Harry’s a child throwing a tantrum. “You’re overreacting.”

He blinks at her, processing her words. Overreacting. As if everyone in the kitchen hasn't noticed the way Jason stares at y/n's ass whenever she bends down, or how he's always falling behind on his tables trying to talk to her! Could she really not have noticed?

He shakes his head in disbelief. “Fine, whatever.” He looks back down at his paperwork.

The audacity of this man, she thinks to herself, to ignore her like a fucking five year old. “He offered to cover my tables, that’s it–” she continues to explain, but he cuts her off.

He holds in the urge to explode. “I dropped it,” he grits out instead. “I suggest you do the same.”

In his head, he's envisioning every single way that Jason's ever looked at y/n weirdly, all the instances in which Jason's flirted with her, asked her if she has a boyfriend. But, if she’s going to ignore the way Jason was smiling at her, standing so close to her, offering to do favors for her... then there’s no point in him trying to fight it.

He’s just a friend to her, anyways.

“Leave me. I have work to finish,” he mutters coldly.

He starts writing, and she feels her heart break a little bit.

“Yes sir,” she murmurs, voice thick as she steps out of his office.

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The rest of her shift is dull.

Jason doesn’t end up taking her table, since Mr. Styles had yelled at them and scared him off, so she’s up on her feet, constantly buzzing from the dining room to the kitchen, heart heavy with every step.

Every time she goes down the hallway, past Harry’s office door, she feels resentment building up in her chest. How dare he? Accuse her of flirting with someone else, when she was literally just doing her job, then ignoring her and kicking her out of his office like she’s some stray puppy annoying him for some food.

God, the fucking nerve! Was she supposed to just stop being nice to people to appease Harry’s jealousy? How could anyone in their right mind think offering to cover someone’s tables is a method of flirting?

“Psst.” She’s snapped out of her rage by Grace poking at her shoulder. “Jason wanted me to give you this.”

She looks down at the small piece of paper Grace holds out to her. “What is it?” She opens it up, and finds 10 digits written down in scrawny, boyish handwriting. A phone number.

Grace smiles at her teasingly. “He asked me if you’re single. He’s super into you, said he’s been trying to drop hints ever since you got hired but you’re always too busy to notice.”

Oh, she realizes, heart dropping. Harry was right.

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She stays behind after the restaurant closes, hoping to get a moment alone with Harry. He hasn’t left his office at all tonight, not even to check on the chefs when one of them burnt some bread in the toaster. As everyone packs up their stuff, closes up their stations, and leaves, y/n stays in the staff room.

Only once everyone has left does she head to his office.

The light from under his door is the only thing lighting up the dark hallway. She knocks softly, but enters without waiting for him to say “come in.”

He looks up, slightly startled. He thought he was the only one left in the building. His tense shoulders relax when he realizes it’s just y/n.

His hair is mussed, curly tendrils sticking every which way as if he’d been raking his fingers through it every five minutes, tugging at his roots frustratedly. “What is it?” he asks. His eyes are red and stressed too… he’s never looked this tired.

“Jason asked me out,” she says, fingers wringing behind her back nervously. Harry freezes. His shoulders tense and his heart stops.

“Oh.” He puts his pen down and looks up at her. “Are you going to say yes?” he asks lightly, no indication of the turmoil in his stomach.

“Jesus Harry,” she breathes, confused and shocked by his words. “No, why would I? Why would you even think that?”

He shrugs. “Makes more sense for you to be dating a college kid. Someone who goes to school with you, who you can tell your friends about.” His words slowly reveal his insecurities, that he’s older than her, boring and something that she might be ashamed of. “Better than dating some miserable old prick, isn’t it?”

“Harry…” she trails off softly. “I’m– I’m not the slightest bit interested in Jason. Or anyone else.” She looks up at him with round eyes, her voice growing shy, “only… only you.”

“Well then, why–” he cuts himself off, trying to formulate his words in his head. He shakes his head at himself, frustrated, and stares at the table. ““The other day, when you were at mine… you told your buddies that you were at a ‘friends’ house.” He looks up at her sadly, “It was like you were trying to keep us a secret. Like you didn’t want them to know you were… seeing someone.”

Her breath hitches in her throat as he continues, “If you don’t want t’tell your friends, then how am I supposed to know that we’re… exclusive? It made me feel like– like you didn’t think this was as serious as I did.”

“No,” she breathes, “no, you’ve got it all wrong.”

She walks around his desk to stand in front of him. He rolls his chair back, and she situates herself on his lap, straddling him and holding onto his face. “I didn’t tell them because… well we just haven’t talked about it, have we?” Her eyes flicker with insecurity as she rubs her delicate fingers over his cheekbones, his stubble rough against the skin of her pretty hands. “Because… well what if I went around telling people that I’m your girlfriend, and you didn’t want that? What if I’m just some clingy kid who just self-proclaimed myself as your girlfriend?”

He holds her wrist gently, keeping her hands pressed against his cheek. “Baby...” he murmurs delicately.

“I was worried that maybe you didn’t want to call it the same thing I did,” she continues sadly. “I– I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“Puppy… I thought you knew,” he cups her jaw and looks into her eyes so earnestly that she feels her heart swell. “Thought you knew that you’re mine, that m’obsessed with you.” He nudges his nose against hers softly, “Don’t care what you call it, as long as you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she whispers back with a smile. “Nobody else’s.”

“I… I got so sad when I saw him flirting with you,” he admits shyly. “Thought he was gonna steal you away.”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve–”

“S’not your fault, puppy. You’re too sweet to even notice it, always wanna see the best in people.” He chuckles to himself warmly, caressing her cheek softly, “precious little thing.”

“Well, if it helps,” she says, leaning her face towards his touch, “I texted him and said I’m not interested. Told him that I’m seeing someone,” her eyes glimmer happily, “and that it’s pretty serious.”

His eyes grow warm and a grin spreads on his face, “good… yeah, that’s good.” With one hand cupping her jaw and another on her waist to hold her steady on his lap, he leans in for a kiss, slotting their lips together and fluttering his eyes shut.

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When they get home, it’s all soft touches and warm words.

He’s so happy, a warm feeling bubbling in his stomach at the idea that y/n is his… that she’s his girlfriend, or whatever you want to call it. It’d been so long since he felt like this, so long since he’d been in a serious, real relationship. It made him giddy. He felt like he was 12 years old, kissing a girl for the first time all over again.

He pulls her into his bedroom before she even has the chance to put her stuff down, taking her bag from her and stripping her of her clothes. He unbuttons her blouse slowly, kissing her softly as he fiddles with each button, and unzips her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. He guides her hands up to his shirt, so that she could do the same– undress him, kiss him, run her hands up and down his bare chest the way he’s doing to the soft skin of her back.

He places her on his bed gently, hovers over her and kisses all over her, just worshiping her. He kisses her face, her cheeks, her lips, down her neck, over her breasts, and along her stomach. He kisses her core, licks and sucks somehow romantically, until she’s cumming on his tongue, whimpering his name softly and arching her back towards him. Her hands touch all over his body, skimming over his muscular back and gripping his shoulders as he comes back up to kiss her.

He lines himself up with her, and pushes in one smooth, gentle stroke. Her legs wrap around his hips, and he rocks into her, moaning into her mouth and breathing heavily against her neck.

“Fuck baby,” he whispers, “You’re mine. Mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to look at.” She moans delicately, opening her eyes and staring up at him with rose-clouded vision. “Say it– tell me you’re mine,” he whimpers.

“Yours,” she whines, “all yours.”

When he cums, he cums inside of her, spurting into her in long, thick streaks that fill her to the brim. He moans softly into her neck, shuddering on top of her, and she caresses her fingers through his hair, kissing all over his face until he pulls out. They lie next to each other, and in her sleepy haze, she whispers out his name.

“If I’m yours, does that mean you’re mine too?” she asks, eyes wide.

He turns towards her and brushes her hair out of her face, “That’s exactly what that means sweetheart.” He kisses her sweetly. “M’all yours."

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Not a request but thoughts on wife!reader giving tan the silent treatment? I feel like they bicker over the silliest things (old married couple vibes) but what if she decides to pretend to ignore him, like he'll say something and she'll hit him with the "Sorry, what was that?" And she's good at keeping her act up, so she's having a blast watching him trying to apologize to her. 💺 anon

hii! if not mistaken this was the one you wanted as a drabble? also now just realising, I wrote this slightly different to your ask, and this post is a little shit, my bad. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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tangerine x fem!reader

word count: 300

✧.┊MASTERLIST

Being married to Tangerine wasn't always easy. He's strung so high that you often bump heads over the tiniest things. More often than not, silly, petty disagreements, nothing major and nothing to call home about. But they've been happening more regularly, especially today. Maybe it was something in the air or just a lack of sleep, but one thing for sure, they were inconsequential.

"Babe... the dishwasher," Tangerine says, poking his head out of the kitchen to see you. "You're meant to rinse em first. It fucks with the shit inside."

"I did," you playfully whine, head dropping back against the sofa. "I always rinse. Always." 

"Then, how come there's chunks of food and shit floating around the machine?"

You sigh, increasing the volume of the tv. "Dude, I dunno. You tell me."

"It's cos you're a shit stacker, that's why," he chuckles, collecting two glasses from the cupboard. "Want a drink while I'm out here?"

You hear him, but you don't respond. You kick your feet up on the coffee table, adjusting the blanket to cover your legs.

"Oi? Ya deaf?" he calls out, standing in the doorframe. "Want a drink?"

"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you," you hide a smirk, turning to face him.

"Yeah, ya did," he nods, his brows furrowing. "I said, do you want a drink?" he repeats, enunciating the words.

"What's that now?" your smile slowly widens. "I didn't catch the last part." You snicker, watching your husband grow more annoyed. 

"Takin' the piss?" he asks, his head cocking to the side, clearly unamused.

"No? I didn't hear, that's all," you shrug, beaming at him.

"Yeah, yeah," he softly chuckles, sitting beside you and draping his arm over your shoulder, pulling you in for a hug. "I forgive you." He smiles, kissing your temple.

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tan taglist: @tangerinesgf @kpopgirlbtssvt @like-a-fine-skylark @earth-elemental18 @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @thewinterv @navs-bhat @ilovetangerinewithallmyheart @theredvelvetbitch @randomawesomeperson102 @lov3lypeaches7 @princess-pebbles-things @astermath @dynamitehacke @boldlyimportantface @charmedkim @fruitlovertangerine @psiiconic @bubblezuku @sporadiccherryblossom @landryslove @daenerys-supremacy @dontknownameauthor

[kingmaxstatic]

Surge and Kit Redesigns

(based on various things I like in their concept art!)

Notes/Headcanons

Surge The Tenrec

Nonbinary Lesbian (They/She), 18

Kept her blue nose from the concept art! (I just thought it was a cool addition to her design overall! I dunno, looks nice!)

Gave her her baseball bat because It's cool and I like it (It compliments her brutal and gritty vibe. She can also charge it up using her powers!

The jacket isn't as hot as you think it'd be!

My friend said the clothes under look like a prison jumpsuit and I am.. tempted to say that that's canon.

Her love language is bullying.

Probably has ADHD and HATES standing still for too long if she isn't doing something cool.

She likes baseball :]

She still has the logo on the back of her jacket! I just forgot to add it.

Kitsunami The Fennec

Demiboy AroAce (He/It), 13

Once I learned that the red striped glove from concepts was based on the diver flag I KNEW I had to add it.

Gave Kit back his big ears because I think they're silly (and ngl the reason Sega requested to take them out was.. kinda dumb? Side Note about this: If he COULD fly with those ears that doesn't mean he knows how to)

I gave him the dot eyes! I think it adds to him that while his face is mostly covered his eyes look more intimidating but if you flip up his hair he's just ._.

Has autism and lets Surge do most of the talking for the both of them.

Kit is honest to a FLAW and will often tattle to whoever (Starline or Surge) Starline still doesn't remember if he's just "like that" or it's something he added.

Has gills somewhere on his body and is able to breathe underwater

[sexxyasia]

capture the flag (LUKE CASTELLAN X !FEM! READER

ABOUT: after luke hears about you being a little too nice to some of the other boys in his cabin, luke starts becoming over protective, and jealous since everyone says you're the most beautiful girl at camp...

(proofread)

WARNINGS : told in 3rd person, pet names (reader & luke), cursing, p in v, jealousy, teasing, overstim (reader), kinda noncon, luke being a little jealous BITCH, use of y/n, rough sex, squirting, sex in crazy places, (tell me u know that song) unprotected sex, creampies (dont be silly, wrap your willy...), y/n being very childish and humorus whilst luke isnt even smiling, an instigating ass friend. a few ocs that arent too important and the reader can be any race (no shit) but i intended for her to be black :P...

MDNI :P (bruh cmon js wait until ur 17+... if u dont wanna u will be blocked. sorry not sorry pooks. :O)

(dont mind the fuck ass banners i used, they're fucking terrible. i was too lazy to actually look for something... but ig it KINDA matches my vibe 😭)

"woohoo" you cheered while having the opposite teams flag in hand.

"you were so fucking amazing y/n..." your teammate ezra says to you with a bright smile on his face.

you give him a warm smile back and embrace him in a tight hug. his hands wander to your ass, but you ignore it thinking he meant nothing of it.

your team had been kicking ass all day, you'd been playing capture the flag since 9:00 this morning, you were fucking tired.

you threw the flag to ezra and waved goodbye to your other teammates before walking back to the aphrodite cabin.

when you arrived you told your siblings about everything. even the hug with ezra. you were so excited to practice for the next game tomorrow with ezra and his friends.

ezra arrived back at the hermes cabin with his siblings and friends and saw luke sitting on his bed reading a book when all of a sudden some of the boys from the aphrodite cabin rudely interrupted.

"hey man, you'll never believe what ezra did to your girl... or my sister? i dunno!" luke quickly looks up in shock "what happened..." "they were like huggin' and shit like all day. they might be doin something on the low..." one of your brothers; pedro said in a whispered tone.

"like a lot?" luke asked with a furrowed brow.

"hell fucking yeah a lot, he like touched her ass and everything. i think they, like each other, man..." pedro instigated.

luke stood up and stormed out of his cabin, making his way to the aprodite cabin.

when he arrived he knocked on the door and then let himself when no one answered.

"y/n, come here, i need to talk to you..." luke yelled out.

"hey baby, whatchu doin here?" you asked playing with his necklace.

"you were touching all over ezra and thought i wouldn't know. do you like him?" luke said in a hushed tone.

"honey, you know i'd never like any other guy... and besides, i was only touching him to hug him because we'd won the game this morning..." you said while rubbing up and down his torso.

some of your siblings in the cabin giggled as you two talked back and forth.

"come with me y/n, i'm not joking with you anymore. i seriously have to talk with you." luke grabbed you by your wrist and took you to your favorite spot; the middle of the woods.

the woods were your favorite because you two could hook up there when your cabins were full and the bathrooms were occupied.

why did luke take you here just to talk?

"just take it off baby, you know you wanna..." luke whined

you slowly nodded, not being sure if you even wanted to, but it was luke so you definitely wanted to.

while you worked to take your shirt and bra off luke squeezed his cock through his shorts and boxers to relieve some of the tension thats built from seeing you in a thin tank top and booty shorts all day.

luke pulled your shorts clean off and rubbed your clit through your panties on the wet ground making you moan lightly.

"i bet ezra doesn't even know what a clit is..." luke mutters to himself.

while you lie on your back luke pulls his shirt and shorts off too.

left in nothing but his light grey boxers that read calvin klein on, his shoes, and his necklace.

he pulled his boxers down just under his cock to reveal his raging hard on that he's been harboring for quite some time.

luke kneels over you, lining his throbbing cock up with your pulsating hole before shoving it in without warning.

he quickly fucks your dripping hole, making you a whimpering mess.

"do you think ezra could fuck you this good?

your creamy cunt left a ring around the base of his girthy, and veiny cock. he squished your cheeks while you looked up into his eyes to guarantee your eye contact

"answer me." he said whilst hitting all your spots with his leaky, red tip making you tremble and squirm.

"no baby... no." you whisper while you moan out in pure pleasure.

his hand quickly rubs circles on your puffy pink clit. he kisses and licks all the glittery gloss off your lips. your back arched off the ground and your legs shook under his touch.

his deep orgasmic groans fill your ears making you dig your long fingernails into his back, causing his to fuck into you faster and harder.

"does my pretty girl like that?" luke says in a cocky tone.

"yes... harder baby, harder." you moan into his ear.

his big girthy cock stretched your walls to an almost painful point. making you wrap your legs around him as thighs clench around his toned waist.

the way his thrust perfectly filled you up made your stomach tighten and your heart race.

he pulled his throbbing cock out and rubbed it all over your dripping clit.

"you're such a good girl for taking me so well." luke said while he lightly stroked his cock over your pussy.

"am i?" you said bucking your hips upward in need of friction again.

"yes you are mama, yes you are..." he moaned out.

he pushed himself all the way in making you gasp as his heavy balls smacked right under your pussy. his hand wandered to your clit and he slapped it a few times getting a few praises from you.

all of a sudden your body convulsed upwards and liquids sprayed out of your abused cunt. you tightened around his thick cock and squirted all over his torso while he mindlessly fucked you and attacked your clit.

"honey, slow down fuck!" you say pushing his torso forward.

"give me one second baby... one second." he said while his head was thrown back and his tip lightly brushed your cervix, causing you to be on the verge of pain and pleasure.

all of a sudden his thrusts got slower, but deeper. his cock slammed against your cervix causing you immense pain, that was somehow still pleasureable.

"fuck baby, thank you!" he moaned out while his balls emptied in hot sexy spurts of cum, filling you to the brim and making you squirm.

"what if i get pregnant, you should've pulled out!" you whine

"trust me, you won't." luke says standing up and brushing off his knees.

he helped you stand up, legs wobbly and your heart still racing. he handed you your clothes and kissed you up and down your body while you got redressed.

"we should go back, huh?" luke suggested.

"yeah..." you said breathlessly

(i wanna make a taglist, but i dont have anyone to put on it, plz tell me if u wanna be on it :P)

[dyemelikeasunset]

Hope this is not too silly of a question, but I've been binging Disney Park videos the past handful of days (yes, I am embarrassingly a lifelong Disney Park fan, while also being deeply critical of the company) and I dunno, it got me thinking about what a Disney Date in the Park look like for Dom and Mor. 😅

I feel like Morgan would be a fan of the parks and be really excited about going and geeking out over everything (Morgan absolutely is Disney Princess vibes in my mind) and maybe getting a little overstimulated, while I picture Dom being utterly confused, taking certain things too seriously, but discovering something she genuinely loves and getting consumed in it. And ending the night watching the fireworks show, holding hands, and snuggling up next to each other and being adorably sapphic.

THIS IS THE CUTEST QUESTION PLEASEEE 🥹🥹🥹

in fact it was so cute you got me rambling, so under a read more it goes lmao. I basically wrote a blurb (it gets a little emotional at points cause that's who i am)

So Mor does like a couple of the Disney princesses (she really likes the background art of Sleeping Beauty and likes the movie if you watch it with the lens that "Aurora isn't the main character and neither is the prince, the three fairies are!! It's actually a heroes' journey about the three of them and that's so interesting yknow? What other movie stars three old ladies fighting a dragon???" but Aurora isn't necessarily her fav princess "I mean she just sleeps. the memes about her are funny though." Not technically a princess, but she loves Lilo a lot)

But no, she doesn't go to the parks often because of overstimulation. It's actually Dom's idea cause "Ah couples go to disneyland. That means we should go too? I should ask Morgan if she wants to go." And Mor is surprised, "I haven't been since I was 12? do you want to go???" and promptly discovers Domi has never been to a single Disney park ever in her life, so Morgan makes it her business to give Dom an enriching experience

They spend the next few months doing research between work and life-- on the best places to stay and how to optimize costs-- and it's really business-like and practical. Halfway through the process Domi's like "Is. Is this romantic? We're being so dry" but Mor insists "No it's important to be prepared!! For everything!!"

Anyway, cut to them finally going, it's probably exciting but also a little nerve-wracking. They chose the LA park. Mor did her hair up in buns to match Mickey cause teehee, cute. Dom wears a facemask cause she doesn't want to get recognized. Dom probably wants to take a lot of pictures bc. lol. couples do that?? right??? also Morgan is beautiful and she wants to remember it.

"We should do the hand holding trend"

"N-no Domi I'm too embarrassed"

"NO LET'S DO IT"

They do the hand holding trend. Mor makes it her pfp later.

Mor is constantly trying to sneak in couple selfies and it becomes a personal game to catch Dom looking candid in cute situations (spoiler, Dom's candid is still like a model. High fashion girlfriend + Donald Duck. Mor can't stop laughing)

They start having fun. They're both grumpy at the price of park food and agree not to do many of the rides because "that's an unreasonable amount of people." They try small world and are a little uncomfortable at the dolls, but being together in a little boat on the water is nice-- they end up staring at each other more than the ride and decide to check in. Dom has to lean in close so Mor can hear her over her sound-supressing earbuds. Morgan takes the chance to kiss her and Dom completely forgets what she was saying

After lunch, Mor surprises Dom with Mickey Ears because she HAS to see it. It's as adorable and hilarious as she thought it would be, and when Domi laughs, Mor finds herself thinking about how lonely Dom was as a kid and wonders if she's helping her heal her inner child, bc Dom has helped Mor heal hers. Dom wears it for the rest of the trip and every time she smiles at her, Morgan wants to laugh and cry at the same time.

They surrender and buy $5 churros to eat as they ride the ferry and realize halfway through they keep getting on the boats. Mor is shy but eventually caves and takes a picture with Tiana.

They visit the Disney Gallery to learn about some of the history. Mor already knows a lot of it and ends up filling in some of the gaps to Domi. The awkwardness has completely melted away at this point and Domi is trying to find an artbook or poster she thinks Mor would like. She sees Mor looking at mugs and wonders if she's happy, wonders if she's stopped thinking about all her exes, wonders how anyone could hurt someone has kind as Morgan.

They decide to find a spot for the parade early and talk as the sun sets. The parade starts and Dom holds Mor close so the crowd doesn't make her anxious. She finds herself watching Morgan more than the parade.

As the fireworks start, Dom tells her about a memory of when she was 19. She was staying in Tokyo for a job and watched fireworks alone in her hotel room and wondered if she had made the right career choice. Mor watches the lights dance on Dom's profile and can barely get a whisper out, so she squeezes her hand instead. Dom smiles at her so warmly that Morgan almost feels whiplash

Mor lays her head on Domi's shoulder in the hotel bed and can't get the story out of her mind. Dom's soft breathing doesn't lull her to sleep like it usually does. They were too tired to make love but she desperately wants Dom to know how much she means to her. She settles for crying into her neck quietly and it's a strange mix of exhaustion and sadness and relief and joy. Morgan makes a silent promise to never let Dom be alone again

When they're packing for home in the morning, Dom wonders out loud if they'll come again. Mor asks if Dom had fun, and she smiles so wide that it washes away all the lingering melancholy. Mor promises she'll take Dom whereever she wants to go, whenever she wants to

[greens-spilled-tea]

This is something that's been cooking in my mind for a few weeks now but like. There's this kind of pervasive vibe or feeling I see in a lot of CDD circles which is this thought that CDD alters are somehow more... viable? Real? compared to non-CDD headmates. I actually had an argument with a close friend of mine in regards to this recently, and they felt really offended that I'd imply that my existence as an entity is no more real than a child's imaginary friend, or a paromancer's thoughtform. They argued that you can see alters in brain scans and therefore they're more "real" in that sense.

But... well, I wasn't really talking about that. I mean in a more sort of philosophical standpoint, my sense of self, my identity, and how others see and perceive me, are no more or less real than those who experience other forms of plurality and non-singular existence. Sure an alter may appear in a brain scan, but each person's relationship to what it means to be an alter in a DID system varies widely between "unique identity with their own sense of personhood" to "not a person, but another version of a person seen through a different lens" to anything else. Even for singlets, "self" and "personhood" and "identity" mean different things for different people.

For me, my self and my identity are kind of just illusions (or delusions?) that I cooked up to tell myself who I am and how I interact with the world. I truly don't think that "I" exist, but because I believe I exist to a certain extent then that existence becomes my reality. In the same way, people may believe that a thoughtform, daemon, imaginary friend, headmate, or anything else may actually truly exist for them. And while that isn't my reality, it is theirs. What makes my perspective of myself more real than these other things?

And similarly, the version of me that other people see may also vary widely. One person may not know that I have DID and thus only see "Reimei". Another knows the different alters and will be able to see "Gray" and "Green" and "Purple" as their own entities. Still someone else may know we have DID and not see the alters as separate entities. Still someone else will know me, Gray, as "the one who loves classical music and rambles a lot", while someone else knows me as "a wizard wannabe who's addicted to video games". Which of these versions of me is the real me? None of them and all of them and somewhere in between and also outside of all of that. Reality is different from person to person and I think all of these perspectives of me are real, but also not real. So if that's the case, then why should I care if someone else's headmate is real or not? I simply live in a different reality from them.

I dunno, I just think it's kind of silly to consider who's existence is more real and valid when really all of that is kind of arbitrary and subjective.

[mirakurutaimu]

I know it's a little silly but you having merch makes me real giddy. Like damn I remember the early day streams and look at this imp now!! She got merch! Imp become big!! It's super fun to see. I hope the Mimi plushies come back in the future, bank account was too desolate to snag one now.

hell yeah homie 💜 thanks for all the support over the years!!!

actually, my third anniversary of streaming was THIS WEEK!!! i just forgot about it lmao!!!

some brief thoughts and words on that below the cut

(and maybe someday i'll be able to release a plushie again... maybe cooler stuff... we'll see!!!)

damn remember read mores? i can't believe this site is still around

anyways.

this week marks my third anniversary as a full-time streamer! well, I say "full-time streamer" but honestly I'm not very consistent (or good) at it lmao. don't get me wrong, I love streaming, love hanging out with the chatroom stoners and shooting the shit while playing games or whatever and I'm eternally thankful that I get to pay my bills thanks to the generosity of kindly stoners online. you guys are the best!!! (for the record, none of this is intended to come across as self-deprecating or baiting engagement or anything, I am simply speaking objectively and truthfully)

I feel like my lifestyle (and combination of rotating hyperfixations + debilitating attention problems lmfao) doesn't conduct itself well to being a ""Good"" streamer y'know? can't rightly schedule streams because I never know what kinda vibe a future day is going to have, can never decide what I'd even stream ahead of time, can't stream at a consistent time of day due to tumultuous changes in sleep schedule, can't plan or organize Big Fancy Event streams due to attention problems (tabletop stream coming Soon™️™️™️™️™️), all I ever stream is Defense of the Ancients 2 (I'm sorry my brainworms from my teenage years came back I prommy I'll stream something else. at some point. eventually. maybe. probably. definitely)

despite all that dumb shit, you guys have stuck with me! you're the best!

over the years, my community has helped me pay my bills, helped me move across the planet, helped me better come to terms with long-ruminated thoughts on my gender identity, helped me with hella inspiring art and fan works, inspired me to focus on and improve my own creative endeavors, etc. etc. etc. etc. I truly can't thank you guys enough for the joy you all bring to my life every day!!!!!!

my job title is "Streamer" but in truth, the most important part of this job to me has always been building and maintaining a stable, comfortable community where folks of marginalized identities and the like can come together in a judgement-free chill zone to hang out and inspire each other in. my Discord server is my pride and joy! I love hosting random, unannounced watch parties of the same 5 cartoons at 4:20 AM with you guys, I love hanging out and working on art with you guys, love seeing your art of your characters, etc. etc. it makes me happy that I've been able to provide a cool lil corner of the internet for folks to have a good time in.

so uhhh anyways rambling aside. you folks rule and I'm glad I get to maintain such a cool spot online. dunno where I was going with this other than that. here's to many more years of hanging out and ripping the bong my dudes 🤘👽⚗️

to quote my man chipp zanuff's theme,

BE FREE 'TIL YOU DIE

[iamthecomet]

-slides into you ask box softball style-

A wholesome thought: Mountain has pet ducks, because I, being a caretaker of ducks am biased and think he should.

He doesn't have a big flock, he's got, like, four that he hatched because someone got farm fresh duck eggs and he was like, "Okay, but what if-"

They don't have really fancy or flowery names, they're named really silly things, like, I dunno, "Plap".

Initially, he was hoping that at least one egg would hatch out of the half dozen the others let him keep to test things out, and he was so, SO happy when the second one hatched, and then the third, and man did he cry when he got a fourth little duck.

They're his babies, and he gives the siblings very specific instructions when he's away on how to care for them, and he's very firm on the no bread rule.

Dew asked him if he had a favorite, and Mountain was like, "Of course not!" until they were out of earshot and he was like, "Okay, but Flip-Flop and Ducky are great, they're so great they make my poor Plap and Snickerdoodle look bad, but they're such good girls, and I-"

He loves his ducks, yeah?

-steals home plate-

ASKLFASHFKA. This is perfect. Ducks are perfect for Mountain. My best friend has ducks (and chickens). Some of her ducks are ones she hatched and raised as ducklings. She has one she goes kayaking with (she has a harness for it so she hooks it to her kayak and it swims next to her). Ducks in general are such a Mountain vibe. They definitely follow him around while he's gardening. He spoils them, gives them lots of treats and as much love as they ask him for. The other ghouls know how to take care of them too...he's taught them all. Just in case he gets sick, or has to go help Copia with something, he wants to make sure his girls are taken care of it when he's gone. Dew and Cumulus in particular really like hanging out with the ducks and always volunteer to help out if Mountain gets busy or isn't feeling well.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| La Belle et le Bad Boy ||

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Succubus!Reader

Rating: 18+ Explicit, no minors pls!

Tags/warnings: season 3 vibes, religious tropes, demon physiology, pheromones, oral (69... niiice), unprotected p in v sex (pls be responsible irl), maybe a tiny little smattering of real feelings.

Author's note: it's gradually getting into Spoopy/Creppy season so I gift thee some monsterfucking! Stuffed full of ridiculous religious tropes and allegory as usual, a bit of humour (I dunno wtf I was thinking for the dialogue at the end except that Matt is a complete slut lol), and I dunno about you but I've always wanted wings and a tail 😁

~

You were both nocturnal creatures, one thing you had in common at least.

You observed him, on silent wings in the dark. He seemed to be some sort of guardian angel of a small part of the city. After a couple more nights and a closer look, you updated your information as you watched him hang some wretch over the side of a building's roof with a grin on his face.

Nope, not an angel.

A devil.

And so it goes that you were in need and he was hurt, but he was strong. He also seemed to have a slightly enhanced healing ability, and a flicker of heat lit up within you as you pondered the possibilities. Oh yes, this one would be fun.

You waited one more day, this one would be worth it. Slinking through the night back to the side of the church you knew he slept at, you ached with the hunger, but unlike mortal beings, the pain of it was not concentrated in the digestive system. It wracked your whole being, it was making you weak, making you desperate. You needed to feed.

The crypt below held his scent. There was a single bed next to a sink in the corner that was splashed with a few stray spots of dried blood but not his, you could tell. With some effort you tucked away your wings, tail and horns, melding them into your body and skin so now you looked just like any other woman on the surface while underneath, the eternally insatiable appetite for fornication that you'd been cursed with yearned…

Normally you'd just pick up a random guy in a bar who was easily stunned by your looks, have him six ways from Sunday and then see yourself, or him, out. However, you had ascertained very quickly that this one would need a rather different approach. Fortunately you had a range of weapons in your arsenal.

Sprawled out naked on the bed you breathed in the scent of him, allowing it to infuse into you, mixing with your own. Biochemical reactions in your skin were transforming it into an irresistible concoction of pheromone perfume.

Now all you had to do was wait.

You amused yourself by looking around the crypt, your nails scratching over the old dusty stone coverings of the tombs, curiously examining some bloodied lengths of rope on one of the shelves, lighting a few candles, flicking through stacks of silly old Christian texts and leaving your scent over everything.

You smelled the fresh blood first, wafting down the stairs through the iron gate. Again, little of it was his. Underneath it was a steady alluring thrum of adrenaline. Delicious, you thought, there might be even more than one meal tonight. There was little point in hiding so you just sat on the end of his bed, watching him descend into the crypt and stop suddenly, tensing, clenching his fists, tilting his head to the side as if he could see you through the black fabric that covered his eyes.

“What… are you? And what the hell are you doing down here?"

This was interesting. He didn't seem too unnerved, could tell you were not human at the very least. You wondered what else he knew.

“Just a girl, looking for a date.” you replied with a sharp smile, your fingers stroking over the soft folded-down bedclothes.

“In a church crypt? Think you might have better luck in one of the bars uptown.” His nostrils flared and you saw him shake his head a little.

“Oh I don’t know, there’s something to be said for a dark dingy lair stuffed to the brim with religious symbolism. You might call it a kink of mine.”

Matt huffed a breath out through his nose, trying to disperse the odd and distracting scent that was pervading his senses and get to the bottom of why there was a ‘thing’ with the strangest heartbeat he had ever heard, in his church, on his bed. So much for tonight being quiet.

You leaned forward, now able to fully appreciate his form at this close range. “And mysterious vigilantes dressed in all black? Now, there’s another kink…I reckon I’m in just the right place, don’t you?”

Your pheromones wormed their way into his bloodstream as easily as oxygen, you could see that he knew something was off, something was wrong, and he was trying his best to fight it. Poor thing. You pushed yourself up and slowly walked towards him, relishing in the way he was visibly trying to remain in control.

Your voice turned soft, serious, but with a lilt of playfulness. “I’m not going to hurt you, and I’m not going to do anything you don’t want exactly…I just need something from you. Will you help me?”

Matt was almost starting to pant, his chest and shoulders heaving as he tried to get clean air into his lungs but all he could taste was you, damp, cloying and thick, sweet and musky, more and more of it clouding over him. The scent gave him a mental image of you and him tangled together, and it was all he wanted.

“In fact,” your breath washed over the skin of his neck raising the short hairs at the back. “I think you’ll enjoy it. I know you like to wallow in the darkness.”

His fingers twitched at his sides, itching to touch you, a little frustrated that you seemed to have him pegged out.

“What do you need?” he gritted the question out although from the way he was feeling he already knows the answer.

"Come." He gasps as your skin touches his, your hand on his hand. "Sit with me."

Matt allows you to lead, heat spreading through him as he settles next to your naked form on the bed like it's completely normal.

"Your scent, it's like nothing else, what are you?" he asks again, acutely aware that every cell in his body is vibrating with the need to touch you and taste you even though you've only just met. And aren't even human, he thinks…

You don't answer, instead your hands come to his head and untie the cloth mask, pushing it off so you can finally see his face without obstruction.

He's pretty. Gorgeous brown eyes, the unchanging dark pupils flitting around with minute movements as you stroke your fingers through his thick hair. He leans into your touch, his tongue flicking over plush pink lips that are marred by a bloody split. You cradle his head in your hand, scratching through the stubble on his jaw and chin and he's practically purring.

Then you kiss him.

For some reason he can't fight it, doesn't want to, it's like you've poured the purest honey down his throat. No, something even better than that - a warm liquid yearning trickling through every vein and capillary, alien and familiar in equal measure. Your tongue licks across his lower lip tugging the split there open and releasing the iron tang of blood into both of your mouths. But then you're pulling away from him, he chases you, he wants more. They always want more.

"Matthew."

His newly learned name feels so good on your tongue. You like it, it suits the whole sad, tortured saviour vibe he's got going on, living in the bowels of a church and running around the city beating up criminals in black pajamas for fun. It's cute.

He looks confused. He's really cute.

"How do you know my name?"

You sink to the floor in front of him hitching up the bottom of his shirt and begin laying soft kisses all over his toned stomach and chest, crawling up and pressing him gently backwards to lie down. He goes so willingly.

"It's written in your blood," you murmur, distracted by the slightly pained way that he gasps as you suck a light bruise to the surface of the skin of his hip. He's extremely sensitive, you're going to enjoy this.

He aids your oral exploration, pulling the shirt off entirely and you lick your way to his nipple, arousal already coming off him in waves as you tug and scrape with your teeth and then soothe with your tongue.

"I can tell a lot from a drop of blood." you admit to him. "your name, your desires… all the little secrets that help me get what I need."

Matt groans as you draw your hips over his, the very centre of you dragging over his semi-erect cock through his pants. "You… you still haven't told me what that is." He grins and pushes his hips up and you smirk back, grinding down and feeling him harden as he finally touches you, sliding those strong hands up your thighs to grip your waist and rock you against him.

"A little bit of sexual energy, that's all." You reply, leaning down to taste his lips again. He's a good kisser and you take full advantage, sick of the multitudes of men that would jam their tongue down your throat like it was a fight. You may be a demon but that didn't mean you didn't enjoy being treated gently.

And yeah he's gentle, but what you saw on that rooftop tickles at the back of your mind.

"Mm, you've confirmed my suspicions," he says as he breaks away, "although I thought things like you, succubi… demons… only existed in fairytales."

You chuckle as you smooth your hands down his body and tug at his belt. "I'll bet you've experienced some quite fantastical things in your time, Matthew. Things you can't quite explain. Why can't I be real?"

It seems to be enough for him as he unbuckles the belt, kicks off his boots and takes off everything but his underwear. He traces rough fingertips up your arm and you shiver pleasantly before he quickly flips you underneath him.

"How does this work, are you taking my soul? Damning me for all eternity?"

"We fuck, it feels good, and I'll only take your soul if you ask nicely." you tell him with a grin, somewhat surprised at his boldness. You were used to your 'partners' usually being so quiet and submissive. He's anything but as he kisses and nips his way down your neck, crossing over your breasts, making you arch and sigh as he goes down, down, spreading your legs apart and breathing you in.

You feel giddy. It's been a while.

"I'll ask nicely, sweetheart." he says it so casually, before dipping his head between your thighs and licking a wide, wet stripe over your pussy.

"Mm, fuck yes-"

All your long years it had always been take take take, but now this man, this devil of Hell's Kitchen, wanted to give to you.

The pull of your pheromones are strongest here, but he's in no hurry. His tongue flicks and swirls over and around your clit, his hands hooking around your thighs so he can pull you firm against his hot mouth, lapping you up. He's good, so good.

"You taste fucking amazing." he muses, breaking away for a moment to catch his breath.

"It gets better…" you purr, snaking fingers through his hair. He moans and his strong arms lift you up as he rolls underneath you. You turn to face the bottom of the bed, thighs either side of his face, and ride his mouth, feeling his moans vibrate right through you as you're inching your hands down his abs to slide the black silk shorts off. He kicks them away, his beautiful cock now exposed, curving up hard and just begging to be sucked and worshipped. Matt jerks as you wrap your fingers around the base and slide your soft, wet lips over the head. A fresh flood of your slick drips into his mouth and has him reeling with drunken desire and he can't help the way his hips thrust his cock further into your hot mouth and throat, moaning loudly as you take him so deep, nose brushing against the thick curls at the base of him without even gagging. You were right, it does get better.

Precome leaks down your throat and you hum at the little appetizer, working your mouth, tongue, and hands, bobbing your head up and down his length and feeling how he tenses and twitches. He pulls hard on your hips, lost in the taste of you and the way you're sucking him off. He hasn't had anything but his own hand for a good while and even then he's usually too busy or physically wrecked to enjoy even that. But you, fuck, you were revealing yourself to be a gift from this darkness he'd wrapped himself in. You may be a demon but it certainly didn't seem like you were here to judge him for the choices he had made.

He bucks his hips when you slide your hand down to cup his balls and squeeze. His tongue flickers and laps at you incessantly, moans muffled in your dripping cunt as your body jerks, your erratic pulse climbing and thumping in Matt's ears with your thighs clamped around them as he feels you start to cum on his lips, filling his mouth with your slick, delectable essence.

It pulls his orgasm out of him like a revelation, the song of your unbridled pleasure ringing in his head and the taste of you surrounding him as he releases down your throat with a deep, feral groan. You said it would feel 'good'. The understatement of the millennium. You swallow and lap up every single drop, humming in satisfaction as your hunger is starting to abate. Matt shivers under you as the sensations become too much, hands flying to your face and hands to tell you to stop.

You lay down beside him while he recovers, tucking yourself into his side admiring the unabashed way he licks the remaining taste of your from around his glistening lips.

"Good?" you inquire, gazing at the long lashes brushing his cheeks as he closes his eyes. It feels like this relaxed expression of his might be rare these days.

A slow smile spreads across his lips.

"I thought you were gonna suck the soul out of me."

You return it. "Oh, you'll know about it when I do."

He slowly reaches for your face, running his fingers lightly over your features, building a picture of you in his mind.

Am I to your liking?" you tease, loving the attention, even if it was partly hormonal. You'd stopped emitting the pheromones just after you'd swallowed him down, and the effects were starting to wear off.

He explores your skin, tracing a path down your neck, collarbones and trailing off down your chest.

"I always thought demons would be…"

"Monstrous? Terrifying?"

He shakes his head. "Beautiful. And you are."

Men were always quick to lay compliments on you when in the midst of pleasure, but you could feel that these words were genuine.

He moves you, guiding your legs over his to straddle him.

“'Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.'" he recites.

"I'm not weak," he slides a hand to the back of your neck pulling you near to kiss you again, your back arches as he runs his hands down it and presses you close to his body. "...but I am willing, is that so wrong?"

He's hard again and you move forward slightly, tilting your hips and catching the tip of his cock at your entrance making Matt's breath hitch. He holds you by the hips as you sink down on his thick length, a soft shared gasp of relief between the two of you as he's sheathed so deeply inside of you.

"Doesn't feel wrong…" he breathes, his hands mapping every inch of you he can reach as you ride him. You claw his scarred chest letting your head fall back, giving yourself over to the sublime feeling of an itch that was finally getting scratched.

Matt grits his teeth at the pricks of pain from the tracks of your sharp nails. "Fuck…" he grips at your thighs and ass leaving marks and you hiss, leaning forward to pull his upper body up off the bed towards you. He mouths your breasts, kneading with a hand while he teases and sucks with his tongue and lips, one then other, and all the while you rock and grind down on his throbbing cock.

"I don't even know your name." he sighs, kissing along the underside of your jaw.

"Mm, I don't have one. You can call me anything you like."

Matt leans back on his hands so he can thrust up into you and it makes you moan so prettily.

"Gorgeous- Beautiful-" he punctuates each pet name with another thrust. "mm god, you feel so good… Angel."

It feels amazing for you too, so good that your horns, wings and tail are all itching to be unfurled from under your skin. Matt's hands slide over your shoulder blades almost at the exact same moment as if he knows, but that's impossible.

"What's wrong?" he asks. God damn him and his oddly perceptive senses. "You want to say something, do something, you're holding back..."

You rake your fingers through his hair, tipping his head back so you can suck marks all the way up the side of his neck.

"I'm not like other girls…"

Matt splutters out a sound that's half-moan half-laugh. "No shit."

You bite him in gentle retaliation.

"This isn't my exact true form…I don't normally show my partners…"

He strokes the side of your face. "Would you show me?"

"I don't want to scare you off, I'm kinda having fun."

"You won't, and I am too. Please?"

You can't resist it, there's something about him that makes you want to please him and so you stretch above him, arching your back, sighing with pleasure as let your short, curved horns break through the skin of your scalp parting your hair. You guide both his hands up to them, his mouth dropping open a little as he feels them carefully. You moan at the intimacy of it and then Matt feels a sudden draft sweep through the crypt, fluttering the flames of the candles causing them to smoke as your leathery wings spread out to their full extent. You guide his hands down again to your back from where they emerge, shivering as he strokes over them so reverently. Something snakelike wraps around the top of his thigh, his hands continuing down your sides and over your ass to touch it, and you flick your tail around his wrist making him smile in surprise.

"Oh, wow."

"Mm, that feels so much better," you admit. "What do you think?" He still rock-hard within you so he's definitely not frightened at least… fuck, you'd never felt this self-consciousness before…

You're not given time to ponder as he grabs your face in both hands, smashing your lips together, kissing you so deeply and with such ravenous passion that you swear to yourself that you'll make this the best fuck he's ever had. You lick your tongue against his as it slips between your teeth, sighing as he nips at your bottom lip and diving in again while his fingers are weaving through your hair and caressing your horns. You groan into his mouth, bucking and rolling your hips hard against his as he's pushing all of your buttons now. He brings his lips to your ear, running his thumbs over the point of your horns again slowly, making you whimper.

“Oh-”

"Does that feel good, angel?"

It wasn't supposed to go like this, you squeeze around his cock and it's his turn to moan, one hand on your lower back and the other slinking down between your legs to find your clit. The tight, slick little circles he draws on you make your tail thrash and your cunt throb. It was always on you to give pleasure, I mean, yeah, you took some from sex in general, but you had never been treated like this, never been given so much so freely.

As you rise and fall Matt feels your wings wrap around him. It's the strangest situation but he doesn't give a fuck anymore. You hadn't hurt him as you promised, in fact you had done anything but.

He keeps rubbing your clit in time with your movements, the simmering heat between you blazing up to the next level as his touches escalate yours and back and forth until you're both rapidly approaching your edge. The small bed creaks loudly as you move together, the frame knocking against the stone wall, sending tiny bits of masonry dust trickling down as it thumps against it. There's a crucifix up there, and the thought of trying to fuck him so hard next time so it falls off the wall it briefly flashes through your mind.

Next time.

What was happening to you?

Matt can't hold on anymore, you feel too hot and tight around him, plush and yielding, dark and delicious, everything all at once. And yet there's a tiny glint of innocence in you that hasn't been corrupted by whatever made you.

A fallen angel if there ever was one.

"Sweetheart, gonna give you what you want…" his breath is coming short and fast and you can sense the familiar thrum and pulse of energy you've been waiting for, ready for release, begging for you to take it.

You wrap yourself around him more tightly, weaving your limbs with his, your breathy moans spilling into his mouth as you share desperate, fervent kisses that push you both closer to your peak.

"Angel…" a prayer, a plea.

"Matthew… my devil."

"Fuck, angel, I-" his fingers strum over your swollen clit and you cry out as you cum, your wings beating back and forth, pussy clenching around his cock as he keeps fucking you oh so sweetly, like you're not a 'thing', not a monster. Like you're his.

He moans so beautifully as he comes undone for you then, looking like a fucking renaissance painting, and the pleasure you both experience is blinding. It's a white hot fire, it's exploding stars and galaxies, it's every single inadequate metaphor that could ever be drawn on sparking and rippling through the two of you as he spills deep inside, sating your eternal hunger with the richest feast.

For a time.

Afterwards, he lies in your arms, shrouded and warm in your wings as you trace a history written in scars over his body.

"What you do, in the shadows... do you think you'll ever be able to stop?"

Matt thinks about it for a moment before answering.

"No. Not until I'm satisfied." He brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. "I guess we're the kinda similar in that way."

You can't help but laugh as you consider the comparison, "I dunno, I've fucked quite a lot of people…"

He just shrugs and chuckles along with you. "So have I, angel."

There's a peaceful moment of silence between you and then Matt leans in, kissing your cheek, his lips soft and inviting as he makes his way towards your lips. "You still hungry?" he asks, the mischief in his tone unmistakable to you now.

You swear you’ve never had such a willing man. "I’m sure I could manage some more..."

Matt Tags (let me know if you want added or removed): @saintmurd0ck @mindidjarin @peterman-spideyparker @pastafossa @mattmurdocksscars @mattmurdockspainkink @marvelswh0re@hellskitchens-whore @pedrito-friskito @sweetieswiftie @briefcasejuice @shedaresthedevil @freshabogados @insanelyobsessedwithdilfs @e-dubbc11 @father4giveme @idrinkcoffeeandobsess @imperfxctly-me @stress--relief @murnsondock @stupidthoughtsinwriting​ @whistle1whistle​

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* Angsty follow up 'Wish These Snakes Were Your Arms' drabble here *

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Leland HCs, because he died in Chapter Four

My heart has been broken by fanfiction countless times with Leland dying omg. (You know who you are) Anyways so I decided to write some Leland Golden boy McKinney HCs!!! They're mostly for my comfort and my inexplicable thoughts. Went from Leland hater to Leland brainrot real fast. Thank you, fanfiction authors! You're a gift to the planet <3 Not used to writing for characters that aren't my ocs, and these are purely my own comfort hcs, so hopefully you guys don't mind my little contribution to the fandom. I might post other hcs if people want? idk Side note: These are also kind of somewhere between "soft boyfriend" and "part time group dad" energy, interpret these how you want. :D

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He's not big on slushies originally. Probably not a big fan of cold things generally with a few exceptions of course, but he can't resist seeing you so excited to try the new flavour and wanting to drag him along. (At the time, probably blue raspberry. It came out in '74!) And of course, he'll go with you. You manage to persuade him to try it. He winds up enjoying them quite a lot. Blue raspberry is his favourite from then on, though you can never quite tell if it's the flavour that he likes or the fact that you introduced it to him.

He doesn't like hot custard. Can't explain that one, it's just a thought, honestly. But he'd rather die than eat hot custard, he just doesn't like it lmao

He absolutely has a thing for you wearing his shirts or if he has a jacket on, his jacket at the time. Especially when it's colder out, and he knows he can help you warm up. He protects his friends from literal cannibals in game, so why not from the elements too? And to build on this, I also HC he doesn't really like leather jackets because of his arms. They're always tight for his shoulders. But he still wears them sometimes for style points, you know what I'm saying? (When I say "a thing" here it means his heart is swelling and he can't stop smiling. Proud dad, maybe happy boyfriend, I dunno I'm just here for happy and alive boy Leland)

He gives the best hugs out of the whole group, for sure. He's always warm to the touch, even in winter, it's like he's literally got a built in heater or something. Plus, look at him. He is literally built for hugs. Wrestle hugs? Are those a thing? They are now I said so He'd definitely have anyone he cuddles with feel safe when he holds them. (He also prefers to be hugged around the waist than higher up his body.)

If you ever go out to watch a movie with him, you're absolutely leaving there laughing. Leland is a master of comedic timing and stupid comments. He'll find a way to spin any movie to be a comedy. Horror, Romance, anything. He'll make a terrible joke, and it'll be funny. Maybe less because of the actual comedic value, more in how he delivers his jokes, or how he ends up laughing halfway through them and ends up laughing also. His laugh is infectious.

Leland gives me dad joke energy. I will not elaborate.

He is literally just such a ray of sunshine. He's a bit dim-witted at times (it's ok bb me too <3) but he makes up for it in how pure he generally is. He's a good shoulder to cry on, especially while hugging him (literally speaking as well as emotional things- sorry, I'll shut up about his arms now). He might not be 100% certain how to comfort you most of the time, but he's trying his best.

One thing I can conform for an absolute certain is that he has the most banging record collection anybody has ever known. Man has brilliant taste in music. Queen, ABBA, that whole vibe is his favourite to listen to. He has a collection of vinyls he tells nobody about. You're probably the first to know, likely from him knowing the words to things like Killer Queen especially.

His favourite song, however, is definitely Hooked on a Feeling. It's just... I can't explain it. He'd dad dance to this, for sure. He's just a little silly goofy boy <3333

If you're the type of person that sees fluffy and/or soft hair and immediately wants to braid a bit of it, he will gladly let you do so. He'll probably have to lean down for it to be more comfortable for you. He doesn't care if you're a bit messy or not used to braiding hair properly, he'll happily keep it in for a day at least. He has the SOFTEST hair anybody has ever known, he's just a very fluffy boy and I love him.

In the winter, if you forget to bring gloves or whatnot, he'll hold your hands to warm them up. Referring back to the little portable heater energy thingy we've got going for him. Also, doesn't matter who you are his hands are always bigger than yours even if it's very slightly.

He gives me golden retriever energy he's so baby That's it that's the post, love y'all, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk <3

[cuubism]

20 questions for fic writers!

tagged by @arialerendeair :) wow this is an ambitious game XD

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

162

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

906,535. I'm trying to hit 1 mil by the end of the year so wish me luck 😂

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Basically just Shadowhunters and Sandman with occasionally forays into others.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

a lucky break(out) (2,457), mind & heart, body & soul (2,112), don't mess with the high warlock of brooklyn (1,723), In Waking Dreams (1,141), and Complex Mathematics (1,068). Kind of a surprising spread tbh.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always, though it can take a while. It just feels nice to do.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Certainly After Life. Magnus died in that one.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmm, most of my fics have reasonably happy endings. The Silly Rabbit series is very happy. The chaotic whumptober fic Kidnapping Your Heart is basically just crack so I'd consider that one pretty happy too 😂

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Only rarely, and usually it's on fics that I'd considered relatively unobjectionable, like MHBS, which is funny. The more fucked up stuff doesn't get hate but the stuff I thought was casual and mainstream does 😂 dunno why

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, though it's something I've had to get gradually more comfortable with over several years. With each fic I become further corrupted and venture into kinkier material. This can only be a good thing. I don't know exactly what we mean by what kind... I like when it's heavy on the feelings. Especially if the feelings are unspoken.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Usually no, but I threw Aziraphale and Crowley into Nightingales for one chapter. If I did ever write more crossovers it would probably only be between canons that seem to naturally meld together (like Good Omens and Sandman).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Well not that I know of [knock on wood]

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yup, Points of View was translated into Russian. Very cool.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Never in the direct sense of both contributing writing to the same document. I don't think that method would work well for me. But @magnusbae is my perennial brainstorming buddy who's crafted the backend story and vibes of so many of my fics, especially dreamling. I've done the same with @silver-lily-louise for some malec stories before too.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I don't know if I have one. Malec maybe for sheer longevity. I'm usually obsessed with one thing at a time and then just not obsessed with it at all at other times XD

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oof. I'd still like to finish my malec wips XD I begin to fear that I won't, though, since some would be so long and I've made so little progress on them this year. Maybe, though.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue (also my favorite part to write). Creating weird concepts, magics, functions of the world and so on. Language & style.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sometimes I have to remind myself to do character introspection. I'll get through an entire scene and realize I haven't remarked at all on what the POV character is feeling, shown it externally maybe but not had them actually reflect internally. It comes from a combination of two things: spending a while in school writing film scripts and internalizing that writing style (all visuals no internal narration), plus just being kinda dissociated from my own feelings most of the time 😂 my characters aren't feeling shit because neither am I. I also tend to overcomplicate my plots and get myself mired in them, it's the number one reason I get stuck on fics or don't manage to finish them.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've only done it very very sparingly and I'm careful to get it right. Only used if it makes specific contextual sense.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Funnily enough it was probably also malec back when I was a teenager, before Shadowhunters show even existed, though I never posted anything then.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Oh gosh. For malec probably still dissolution. For dreamling I'm extremely fond of Deja vu, Deja connu, it really pushed me outside the bounds of the types of stories I usually gravitate towards, in a good way. At the moment more of my 'favs' are probably in sandman simply because changing fandoms forced me to up my game and expand my comfort zone, which was a good thing. I also really like how Patron Saint came out, I hadn't been that happy with a one shot in a while, and writing from Death's POV really helped me grasp her character better. One of my only fics that had a platonic relationship at its core, too.

tagging @pellaaearien, @tharkuun, @im-not-corrupted if you feel compelled to do 20 whole questions XD

[fareehaandspaniards]

What music would BB characters like?

As for me there are some squads based on preferences:

Edgar I am sure would listen to bands like Metallica, something like rock or metal + deep stories in songs

Bloody Crow - Maneskin fan detected i am sorry xd (respectfully)

Lady Maria is totally a folk-rock enjoyer, maybe as Caryll and Rom. Also I think Lady Maria might enjoy Nightwish?? I dunno

Micolash? I dunno actually. I can imagine this man sleeping peacefully while listening wild mash-up of Richard Vagner's "The Ride of Valkyries" and Maroon 5 "Misery" plus CPR song....... But tho I think he is a person who likes actually slow music. And sad. Absolutely mood destroying music. And the he listens to something crazy

My fav is ABBA squad, which includes Gehrman, Ludwig and Damian, I think they would be much of enjoyers lol Because ABBA is mostly abot love/life struggles and three guys had enough shit, they need something nice and sweet and they feel no shame to show it xd

Also Gehrman may enjoy some of russian rock songs I suppose? He has this vibe - melancholy as a way of life (but tender melancholy)

I would like to find something for Laurence but I can't.

Sorry if you don't like any bands I wrote for your favs, these are just my silly thoughts (If you also have music hcs for bb characters - I am listening)

[glitchyk]

Hey uh… I hope you guys won’t mind me randomly dumping this here

Basically— I think you four are really cool people and I’m happy that I unintentionally inspired the mafia au, because it gave me an excuse to get to know y’all, which I’d wanted to do.. for a while. Quite a while, since you all seemed so nice, but I kinda felt like it was overstepping to try and talk to you directly, which is why I never did. I could send the message directly but I uh… yeah this is more confident space wise. Aka Discord will not let me write a Glitchyk-sized writing.

…Fuck this feels awkward.

Moshieee: I’ve said this probably too much, but uh.. I really appreciate you, you inspire me to do more stuff, as I’ve said before, you inspired that one AU I made, and you’re just so sweet in general. You remind me of a really caring older sibling, you’re not just some goof ball, but it’s nice to have serious talks, sometimes. Maybe it’s because I feel like I relate to you, also I think you’re really awesome. You’re the first person I saw on here that was doing traditional art and not online art, and you were so fun and creative that it inspired me to do things.

Bun: Hey! I didn’t know you much at the start, I just saw you around, and I thought you were interesting, especially since you were nice and for some reason followed me after moshieee did??? It’s fun to talk to someone who’s openly goofy, as all of you are, and it’s just nice. I dunno why, I just really like talking to you, maybe because we give off the same chaotic vibes at times. Also maybe bc you make the art of a character you like, I make the edit for it, which makes you wanna make more art, and it’s a cycle/silly

Dia: Online punching bag🫵/silly. You may not think you’re cool, but I think you’re really awesome, and amazing human being, your art is good and I find your story interesting for tadc and you’re just— fucking awesome overall. I’m happy that I have unintentionally inspired stuff with you, because I’m happy that I could give someone a good idea, and that someone be a good artist, so an idea isn’t wasted on my shitty art. I like just dumping random lil prompts on you, and also we vibe, I feel like we’re a bit similar (plus happy birday ✨)

Rabid: Amazing. Fucking awesome human being. Your art is amazing, your personality is chaotic and I feel like mostly matches mine, you literally inspire me every day with your awesome art, characters, storytelling, and I feel so fucking proud when I see you do your art. I didn’t know you personally when I started feeling proud, but I guess it’s because (as I’ve said various times) that it’s so cool seeing someone around my age doing such good art, I have similar feelings for Neptune since their art is awesome, but I dunno them well and so I will not write a paragraph about them (yet/j). I love randomly annoying you, since you seem fine with it (if you’re not please tell me—) and it’s just so cool to be able to see someone around my age, who’s so damn amazing. It inspires me a lot, makes me wanna do stuff. Oh! Also something I almost forgot to add, I saw your corruption AU for tadc and that also just made me so much more interested in you, since I had a sort of ‘corrupted’ AU that I made before I even came on tumblr. Is basically all this stuff added up made me really wanna interact with you!

I’m happy I unintentionally inspired the mafia au, because it gave me a reason to comfortably interact with y’all. In all, all of you are awesome, in art, personality, and story wise, in all different amazing ways. Sometimes I sometimes feel like I can never compare to all of you in art, and I don’t know why you all willingly became acquaintances with me, but it mostly inspires me to try harder. Y’all are awesome… that’s my mini positivity dump for now, had to restrain myself from writing a whole fucking thing on every detail of this subject, since I know I have to eat food and I will not type and eat at the same time.

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Even when talking about the difficulties of life, this Luz still looked and sounded so positive and upbeat. A far cry from the current state our beloved protagonist girl finds herself in.

And wow, this entire episode really was a targeted attack against me specifically, huh? I mean, even Luz’ line about being able to read witch tongue reminds me how back in the days, I could read gnommish (from the Artemis Fowl books) and decode the messages along the bottom of the pages. It doesn’t hit as hard as that one previous scene, but it still hits pretty close to home.

Camila believed that if Luz applied herself more, then she could do great things. She was right about that; just look at what she’s been able to do with glyphs in such a short time. Even Philip, who’s spent the last four hundred years or so thinking he was literally the only real person in the world admitted that he was impressed by her.

The point being that ”normal” subject like math or social studies might not be able to hold Luz interest for long, but given the right subject and the right environment, she will excel.

Timeline wise, this takes place right before the disastrous book report we saw at the beginning of episode one, season one.

I believe the ”Domicile Evil 4” poster is a reference to the Resident Evil franchise.

Down in the right corner we have… ”Night of [the?] Zombie S-” Night of the Zombie S…squirrel? That doesn’t look like a squirrel on the poster though. Maybe it’s a shrew or something, I dunno.

There are also a bunch of books in the bookcase: mostly Azura books, no surprise. There are also three books that have titles. One says ”Ghosts” on it, so I think it’s the same book that Gordon Ramsay read in that one episode of Hotel Hell that was in Connecticut.

Now, despite my brand new glasses, I have a hard time making out the other two. I think one of them says ”Taxi-something” on it, and there’s a skull next to it, so it might be about taxidermy.

That one pink jacket with the golden star in the wardrobe is giving me Steven Universe vibes. I bet Steven would love it. Is it organic though?

”…I’m staying in the Human Realm. Permanently.”

Oh, so that’s what Luz was planning, that makes sense. I mean, it’s a terrible idea, but it makes sense. I’m surprised I didn’t think of that possibility.

I guess Luz though there was still a real possibility that they could create a new portal, even before Hunter told her about the hidden Titan’s Blood. And she thought the other Exiles could return back home… and that they’d be okay with leaving her behind? And I guess she was willing to send them into a world where who knows what has happened ever since they left it at the whims of a hyperactive kid with the power to move celestial bodies around.

Luz, sweetie, I know you hate yourself right now, and I know fourteen-year-olds aren’t the best at making good long-term decisions, but please think about this.

I should probably talk a little bit about Camila’s reactions as well.

Her facial journey throughout this playlist fairly subtle, and I am not the best at reading faces, but here goes:

When the videos first start playing, she looks a little unsure. Probably because she shouldn’t be watching her daughter’s video diary.

Then Luz talks about Manny’s death. And while that is undoubtedly still a great source of sadness for her, Camila’s first instinct is to reach out towards the image of her grieving daughter.

We then move on to the videos showing off Luz’ antics, her trying to cut her hair with the sword, and Camila’s expression becomes fond. She’s missed this side of her daughter, her silly ideas, wonderful creativity, and endless optimism… even if her ideas don’t always work out.

Her smile fades as in the next video, Luz talks about the conversation she had with Camila about school. I get the sense that Camila feels guilty that she didn’t appreciate her daughter for the things she was good at or passionate about, trying instead to get her to fit into a box. 

Finally, we arrives at the last entry, where Luz says she’s going to stay in the Human Realm forever. Camila looks shocked and then… this expression. I believe she’s reached the same conclusion as me, that it is a bad idea. Even without bringing Luz’ extended family in the form of Eda & King (and also Hooty and Cool Aunt Lilith) into the equation, all of Luz’ best friends, and her awesome girlfriend are from that other world. I think Camila on some level knows that Luz will never truly be happy in this ordinary human world.

This is why we wash our wounds and make sure to change our bandaids regularly, Hunter.

Also, nononononono, it’s happening, it’s happening, oh no-

Also, also, eeeeeeww!

Turns out I was right!

To be more precise, my third proposed theory of why Luz’ burnt her hand on the glyph back at the vet clinic was right. It was because of the hidden Titan’s Blood, which makes glyph magic work… at least to some extent, those light orbs look a bit wobbly.

Not only does this give Luz a way to find the blood, but it also gives her some way to defend herself against the monster waiting in the woods.

Hey, let’s think positively! Maybe Hunter isn’t possessed by his creepy uncle, but is actually just turning into a werewolf! Yeah, that’s what’s happening. And Luz is exactly the kind of nerd who knows how to deal with a werewolf.