#i adore yooooooou

[techniiciian]

Do you gravitate toward certain characters?

lemme put my thinking cap on for a moment . . .

i don't have many muses that have similarities. in the past i've written anywhere from murderous cold hearted and cruel slashers to indifferent and neutral muses to precious goofy ones like matt.

i will say i find a sort of comfort and ease when it comes to writing more lighthearted characters. as much as i love the drama and violence and angst that can come from darker moodier muses, let's say for example thomas hewitt or vincent sinclair, it an be so heavy and taxing that i can't write them for too long without it draining me and leaving me feeling well . . . sad and unwell.

while muses like matt, who can have a wide range of dramatics but ultimately have a hopefulness, are utterly refreshing to write. especially when there is chaos and shenanigans involved. and even with angst and drama i find there's still a bit of silliness that can be had, and i truly enjoy that.

i think in the end i'm drawn to soft hearted characters more often than not when i take on muses.

as for just my preference for characters i enjoy in general, well. . . the list is long and varied.

[babyhatesreality]

OKAY HOW ABOUT A LITTLE ONE THAT LOVES SHARING HER FOOD WITH EVERYONE IN THE ROOM AND ESPECIALLY WITH HER DADDIES

Soo maybe a scenario or headcanon where the reader start with sharing her veggies with her daddies but after a while she start sharing food that she likes so when there at the avenger tower and its Lunch time she wanna give petie and the other a bit of her food and wann give her daddies a bit of her favorite food so she grabs a bit and hold it to her daddies mouth 😻

Oh, this is an adorable thought, you cute Nonnie you...

Sharing is Caring

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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Bucky had never seen your eyes so wide before. He chuckled softly, thoroughly enjoying your incredulous delight.

"Dat's....for me?" you asked in a hushed tone, completely in awe of something so wondrous.

Bucky had to bite the inside of his cheek from outright laughing. They had found some individual snack packs of mini Chips Ahoy cookies the last time they went grocery shopping, and had packed them as a post-lunch treat today. They'd brought you up to the work floor with them, as it was just boring paperwork today. Knowing how much you loved your cookies, the small bags seemed like a good idea to try. They had no idea you'd react with such reverence.

Your little mind was BLOWN. A whole bunch of little chocolate chip cookies in a pretty blue bag, and all for you??? It was too much. You were overwhelmed with the indescribable majesty of it all.

"Yeah, it's for you, munchkin," Bucky said gleefully, his grin threatening to split his face. "You can have the whole bag since you finished all your fruit." He opened the bag and held it out to you.

You took it as carefully as if it were a Faberge Egg. Bucky had to pretend like he had an itchy nose- using his hand to cover his mouth as your complete and total wonder was so damned cute that it was making him giggle like a schoolgirl. He wondered how long you'd actually be able to keep quiet about this.

He didn't have to wonder for long.

You shrieked with absolute delight, jumped up and down, and then absolutely hurtled yourself at Bucky, who caught you with a laugh. "TANK YOU TANK YOU TANK YOOOOOOOU!" you screamed delightedly, hugging your Daddy as hard as you could. You let him go and popped one cookie into your mouth. It was so little and it was so good and it was the BEST. You looked back into the bag. There were SO MANY in there. You carefully extracted one, and held it up to Bucky. "Here, Daddy!"

Bucky smiled and shook his head. "Those are yours, baby, they're for you."

"But I wanna share!" you said, jumping up and down. "C'mere! Open!!" Laughing at your sweet impatience, Bucky leaned down and opened his mouth as requested. With a squeal of delight, you popped it into his mouth, then surprised him with a quick kiss on the nose. "Tank you!! Chew good!" you shrieked over your shoulder as you tore out of the room, on a mission. You just heard Bucky laugh at your instructions as you skidded into the next room.

"GUYS LOOK!" you shrieked with joy, holding your small bag aloft. Peter, Wanda, and Pietro turned around, curious, but were just as excited as you were when they realized the treasure that you held. You shared one with each of your friends, in turn, before running out of the room and back to Papa's office. You yelled 'hi' to all your friends and family as you ran past them in your delight, and they all knew you well enough to step to the side as you barreled down the hallway to your destination.

Steve sighed patiently. He could hear you blazing your typical path of destruction towards him. He loved your carefree and playful spirit, but was constantly afraid that you were going to get hurt in your exuberance. You flew into his office, looking more wound-up than usual.

"Hi Papa! Guess what??"

"Hi Baby. Whatever it is, it must have been important for you to be running around the floor like that."

"Oh. Oops. Sorry, I forgotted again."

"Yeah, I figured. What's up, pup?"

You giggled at the little rhyme and the resigned but loving look on his face. "Lookit da COOKIES!!!" You made a show of clearly walking- not running- towards him, and he grinned at the strained look on your face as you fought against your natural cheetah instincts. Once you got next to him through, you flung yourself into his lap, scrambling and squirming to pull yourself upright. Steve gave you little assists here and there, and put his arms around you once you got to your destination. "Here, I wanna share with you please!"

"That is so sweet, baby, thank you." He couldn't say anything else as you dug one out of the bag and tapped it against his lips. He made a funny face at you, then started pretending that his lips were glued together. He tilted his head at your, his eyes playfully twinkling. You giggled, then laughed as he teased you by not opening his mouth, and playing like he couldn't. You ended up smashing the cookie flat to his lips and pressing it in, not letting up, screaming with laughter. Finally Steve "pried" his lips apart and let you push the cookie in, then tickled you as you continued to laugh like crazy.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on in here?" A deep voice startled you. You stopped laughing, twisting around. "There's not this much happiness allowed on this floor." Nick Fury was standing there with his arms crossed, but you could see a hint of a smile on his face. You hopped off your Papa's lap and skipped around the desk to stand at the Director's feet. Ever since he'd declared you a part of the family, you absolutely LOVED him and always enjoyed a moment to bask in his coolness.

"Hi Mr. Nick!" you said happily, completely unaffected by his tough guy demeanor. "Here, I wanna give you something!" You held up a cookie to him. You might not have been afraid of him, but there was no way that you were going to ask him to open his mouth like your Papa and your Daddy.

Nick took it from your hand with a low chuckle. "Well, thank you, little one. How'd you know I love mini cookies so much?" He looked at you curiously when you got a very, very serious look on your face.

"I am about to blow your mind then," you said, completely solemnly. You held up the cookie bag for him to inspect, inwardly thrilled. You knew that you were about to change Nick Fury's life forever with your little blue packaged miracle.

[kalicofox]

37 for yooooooou~

(Hi. Have fun with your way too many characters. I adore them all.)

From the OC/NPC Ask Game! Thank you so much~! ^_^

Number 37 is a six month old infant named Aspen. Aspen is a firbolg, who was dosed with sleeping potion and left on the doorstep of an orphanage during winter. By absolutely no coincidence, another firbolg, a twenty year old named Cynthia lives in that same orphanage, and she recognized Aspen's features as belonging to the sister that abandoned her at the orphanage. Cynthia has since claimed Aspen as her own and is doing her best to raise him with the assistance of the caretakers of the orphanage.

[kiwiana-writes]

Fan fiction asks:

38, 73

Also Happy birthday darlin 🩷🩷🩷

Thank yooooooou my love!!!!!!

38. What is your most self-indulgent posted story?

...All of them? 🤣

It feels weird to call the Much Ado actor AU self-indulgent considering how freaking LONG it is but it definitely was just a big ol' love letter to some of the things i adore, and the fact that other people also wanted to read it was a bonus haha. Over on the Schitt's Creek side, One Hundred Days was a silly self-indulgent self-congratulatory concept that I had a ton of fun with.

73. What do you tend to get complimented on the most about your writing?

It's either smut or how deeply and completely I make people feel big feeligns, because I contain fucking multitudes.

[Fanfiction writing asks]

[luckywolfsbane]

I LOVE YOUR SHADOW SO MUCH I ACTUALLY CANT HANDLE IT

OMG THANK YOOOOOOOU

I adore him, actually? He's such a good guy, but he's also such a shit? I'm approaching him as if he's Four's version of Ravio! I decided he wasn't originally Four's shadow. He was Four's Dark World counterpart, but he was basically turned into Four's shadow because evil bs. His physical form remains linked(ha) to Four, but even that is decently loose since they're different people!

[0celestialbitch0]

Celeste I adore you, have a happy valtiens day <3<3

ANON!!!! I adore you! I LOVE YOOOOOOOU!!!! AND I HOPE YOUR DAY WAS FULL OF SO MUCH LOVE 💕 MWAH MWAH MWAH 💓💓 happy Valentine’s Day <3

[kylewalker-peters]

ELEANOR!!! wishing the happiest of birthdays to u angel <3333 i adore u and u adore annoying u even more. u are so so funny and smart and big brained and i’m so glad we bonded over the infamous bvb zombie au bc now i know u!!! love u so much, can’t wait to beat u again at mini golf soon 💘💕💖💞💓💗

Alex I love yooooooou thank you so much beloved

[gardenerian]

honestly, every excuse not to do the laundry is a good excuse - no ac being one of the best, if i'm asked. but i almost ran out of clean shirts, so there's that :')

ANYWAY

since ao3 is working again, to better topics- gushing over fanworks, because, well, i'm well and truly obsessed with everyone's fucking TALENT over here in this little corner. although, to be fair, you probably know a lot of them already? i'm always late to the best parties, but here goes nothing-

i am still working through things beyond mistake, because?? the premise got me hooked. mickey in especially is beautifully written and i can't. get. enough of it. also, PJ is a badass fucking friend and right for, well, all of *gestures* it.

wait, lemme grab the open tabs for more-

AH, YES, HOW COULD I FORGET, i still gotta catch up on these foolish games, because, c'mon, this just gotta be good. also, love me some "unknowingly texting and it going okay, but hating each other face to face until they realise" (what a genre.).

like a good tumblrian (is that even a word) i of course gotta read your question has been received. just. c'mon. the idiots as tumblr users? how do y'all feel being the geniuses you are.

old man that i am, too, you found me, you knew me's hopefully gonna feed my need for some good old soulmate au (just like @whatthebodygraspsnot's sweetpea. this one's gonna have me dead for good at some point, the WARMTH of it all.)

also, ALSO, i scheduled rereads for both @squidyyy23 's dancing after death and @gallawitchxx's exception to the rule, because i deserve a treat and these two works in particular are pure serotonin to go, topped off with some golden shit i can't name but also can't ever get enough of. and also because squid and bee deserve all the love they can get, i'll die on that hill a thousand times.

(meh, i hope all the links are right and working.)

and there's probably a shitton more on my list right now, but this has gotten long already, and with everything going on i probably won't be able to read all of it anyway - even though y'all make it so worth it every second. some days(tm) are ahead; i'm a procrastinating farmer and these works are my tools. anyway, all love and flowers to you🌼🌾🍀

(also, patiently impatiently waiting for the irish revolution au-)

holy fuck nosho you came through!!! i have not read all of these yet! many of them are on my list to read (literally, i made a spreadsheet aslkjdfh), and with your recommendation i will be sure to get to them ASAP 🥰 YES hating each other face to face while falling head over ass in love online is one of my all time FAVES, sign me UPPPPP!

as a macy stan i am SO THRILLED about today’s yqhbr update! @celestialmickey is a blessing 😇 she has given us all a gift today! 

also HELL YEAH sweetpea! i need to catch up! that fic is SO clever and fun, i am enjoying the hell out of it. you absolutely deserve the serotonin of squiddy and bee words - we are so lucky to have such wonderful, lovely people sharing these stories with us! golden! so true! 

love love love love love love to see you drop by my sweet! ty for sharing these links! my spreadsheet runneth over! 

irish AU is coming… chapter one is complete………. i am fixing her up 😇

[smolbeandrabbles]

Cruel Summer - Harold x Reader (Adore)

Author’s Note: So...! I decided to make a convoluted plot even MORE convoluted! And also bring back one of my favourite ideas with Phil, only make it a real affair this time 

He deserves some love - because honestly, he’s a super sweet cinnamon roll 💜💙

Disclaimer: Adore characters / plot not mine but sometimes you do have to ask yourself questions, right? / Aha-! Look another song from ‘Lover’

* If you’ve seen the movie then I’ve changed some plot points around... 

Premise: You’d been yearning for him for a long time... And this summer presents you with only your wildest dreams. Perhaps you both shouldn’t, but they deserve it...

Words: 3015

Warnings: Student/Teacher affair / Affairs in general / swearing / Sexual connotations

A/N: So... I tried to edit this on mobile and basically it deletes everything! So all that info you just read had to be re-written and I can’t remember what I said. So apologies you gotta put up with this second version instead! 😑 _______ Fever dream high In the quiet of the night You know that I caught it Killing me slow, out the window I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes What doesn't kill me makes me want you more And it's new, the shape of your body, It's blue, the feeling I've got And it's a cruel summer It's cool, that's what I tell 'em, No rules, in breakable heaven but It's a cruel summer With you Said "I'm fine", but it wasn't true I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you And I snuck in through the garden gate Every night that summer just to seal my fate And I screamed for whatever it's worth I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard? ---

It was never supposed to be like this. But it was. An elaborate game within a game. An affair for the sake of having one?? 

He was the hot teacher you always got to fantasise about in the back of class, and that was all fine, in your head. But after semester you got to return home... and started dating his son. And you weren’t sure if you weren’t doing that because of him...

But the longer this relationship lasted, your fantasy began to calm down. You were nearly sure it was dying away, because Tom was sweet and you liked being with him. And you could look at Harold and smile and talk to him and not feel your heart beat stutter or… heat build in a way that made you bite your lip hard and tap your pen against your notebook so loud your friends often grabbed your hand to stop you… Tom made you feel like you were living that late teenage summer romance you were supposed to be in. Like you finally belonged in something with someone….

 Until that all came crashing down. And Harold had been the one to find that out and come to you. He didn’t have to; but felt it was his responsibility. You were both being cheated on. But he was at a loss for what to do next. Straight divorce and back to Sydney? Your parents still lived here, there was less escape for you when it wasn’t term time... and you didn’t really want to leave them just yet. You were also confused as to why he would sit across from you and talk about this so late at night – seeking advice about something so complex from someone so young? You wondered if he might be thinking the same thing you were – or if that was because suddenly all those feelings came rushing back to you – like Tom was just a temporary distraction from the real thing. And this time they would show you no mercy.

It had been a small, not entirely innocent suggestion, if your respective significant others were having affairs - why not start one yourselves? At first that notion had horrified him - heck you were his student. Of course it would. And he was still a married man - you’d scoff at that because it clearly didn’t stop his wife. But once it was out there you couldn’t go back either; because if he rejected you you’d still have to sit in his classes all year. Added to that - in Sydney you were far away from both his family and yours. And you wondered if that was the factor to tip it. He could have you here and there. And in Sydney, away from campus it wouldn’t have to be one big secret. That escape across the country held the tantalizing prospect of sinful freedom. If Harold stayed faithful, like the kind of man he seemed like he was, then when he was in Sydney, he had no one. And when he was here... well, did he even have a wife anymore?

**

So, fantasy became reality. And it felt like the biggest immorality ever committed; but also the greatest decision you’d ever made. At every twist and turn it was who was going to catch you out? Your families? The faculty? Your friends? Soon enough the family part stopped being a care, because it’s not like anyone in his had a leg to stand on. And you started realising that Tom was a cover... and an excuse. If your parents asked, you could simply say you were spending time with him – you doubted they would mind, or get the idea to interrogate him. They got it; you were young, they did that kind of thing all the time at their age. Alas, if you were actually doing any of this with Tom… You would spend the day with your ‘boyfriend’ pretending everything was fine (both of you living the sham that this was still real; but also believing the other was none the wiser) and then in the evenings both of you would sneak off and slip into your other lives.

It made dinner at their house interesting. If people could read thoughts... If everyone sitting here had to be honest just once… Well, everyone around that table was cheating on someone with someone else - it just so happened that two of you around the table were together. And when Ian and Lil sometimes came around too and all 6 of you were there. Wow... Only then it was strange, because Harold would act like a husband again, and Tom like a good boyfriend. And with arms all around the right people you knew it was likely the entire table was jealous.

 Still. There was that one evening Tom went off for a walk, and Ros followed suit... leaving you two at the table semi-awkwardly. There was a good 5 minutes silence before anyone decided it was safe to speak. “If they had any idea.” You leant across the table, a quizzical expression on your face – they would have to walk to their own affairs. Yours was sitting right here. And you wondered how they didn’t think they were making things obvious. Or was that only because you knew. “Maybe they do and that’s why they left?” “How long do we have...?” You almost didn’t dare breathe the sentence for fear of footfalls back on those stairs. He gave a shrug “I wouldn’t expect Tom to be back until the morning... I still wouldn’t suggest the house... but the venue is up to you... Darling...” You rose from your chair and rounded him, small smirk on your face as you ran your fingers up his arm; savouring the gentle shiver you could feel over his skin, you bent low to whisper your choice – making sure your lips grazed his cheek before you stood and left… It was barely a mile, and minutes if he drove you… Harold could have you home and be back before either of them – nobody any the wiser…

What scared you a little about it was you’d never done this with Tom before... or anyone. And now you were here doing this you didn’t want anyone else... But it wasn’t supposed to last, there was no agreement. The arrangement was just a bit of fun to get even. No strings. No falling in love.

That was a stupid promise to make... How could you not completely fall for him? It was hard to think of anything else every moment you weren’t with him – it was hard to think of a time you’d ever wanted anyone so badly as you wanted him. It was even harder to imagine that anyone else would take care of you the way he did; maybe that was because he was so much older. That his son was your age… You weren’t sure. And you weren’t sure you wanted to find out. But at the end of the day (or in fact any part of the day where it was possible) there was no way you could feel as good as the feeling of being tangled up with him like this. There was a certain elation in something so sinful – but how could something that felt so good, and so right, be so wrong? What if it wasn’t? What if the universe was simply course correcting… How you would sigh like that against his lips at the feel of him inside you; how he fit just perfect. That couldn’t have been wrong, this couldn’t have been a mistake. Somehow everything had been twisted and messed up to lead to this moment in time. And maybe that’s where everyone was supposed to be. Except it made no sense… How could you have all supposed to have been liars and cheaters… and whatever the heck a bunch of teens-turning-twenty-somethings in relationships with adults twice their age were? What was wrong with all of you!? Trouble was you’d tried to have a long hard look at yourself in the mirror. And you’d thought about stopping it. But why should Tom be allowed to get away with it? Often Harold would look at you and open his mouth and you thought he would say it; he seemed like he’d be the one to end it. When too far was really too far. But maybe no one could turn back now… You spent all of that long hot summer stealing everything; all those glances back to the house from the beach, where you could just about make him out checking you were all safe down here as tide came up. When Tom would kiss the salt from your shoulders and you wished it was Harold instead. Every spare moment of just ‘running into him’ when you knew Ros was at work and the boys were out surfing again, how you would just take walks with him that just bordered appropriate with the way your arms brushed – and when anyone would pass you’d talk overly loud about what you were hoping from for the next semester. How when it was clear no one would be around your fingers would link and you would bite your lips together and look away from him so he wouldn’t see how much he made you blush. That would make you too much like a kid… How you could steal so much more than that if you were just careful enough, you could all be in the same house and you could still get away with kissing him – that was the ultimate in risky and tactical – and you wondered if you both lived for the rush of that. How sometimes Harold would do things you would expect of the father of your boyfriend – like sometimes he’d put his arm around you, or hug you close and kiss your cheek as you left. And everyone else would see something appropriate. Oh no, not at all… There was never anything quick about the physical intimacy though. No 5 minutes here or there or in the back of a car… oh no. This was tactile, and you couldn’t count the number of times you’d woken up in his arms in a hotel room. Won’t they be worried? …Are you kidding? You think they’ll notice? What do you tell your parents? …I’m with Tom. …Hah… How many times one of you would sneak around the back of the others house – your parents had held a party and invited Tom’s family. Big mistake, your garden was secluded and couldn’t be seen from the house. You’d grown up here all your life, so you didn’t even need to worry about the glance back when he wandered down after you – just drag him to you by his belt and undo it – claiming his lips for your own and trying to ignore that gold band on his finger as he ran his hands over you and tangled them in your hair. And when you both arrived back at the party 30 minutes later and apparently no one noticed, that’s when you knew you were gonna get away with this. He watched you when you wended your way to their house from the coast with Tom, all the way back, and when Tom was preoccupied with carrying his board or talking to Ian you let your eyes linger on him too. And the way you would use that outdoor shower they had like you were on some kind of photoshoot; and you knew that every one of those glances that you sent his way were teasing; each one more than the next…. How he’d light his cigarette and take long slow drags, and you would move your hands over your body and sift them through your hair as the water cascaded over you. How you bit your lip and both of you were caught in a stare that meant the other couldn’t look away. And sometimes Harold forgot what buttons were and the breeze from the sea would catch his shirt – and you couldn’t help but try and keep your vocalizations quiet as that throb of desire did more than just run through your body. It screamed at you to run up there and undo the rest of those buttons for yourself. His little smirk told you he knew you were mentally undressing him, so you closed your eyes and pushed yourself back against the wall – and all you could see was Harold all over you and wish he really was. And that was a mental image that stayed with both of you, because when you opened your eyes again he was gone… and when you got home the first thing you did was turn your shower on again to finish that fantasy for yourself… And later that day you got to relive it all over again… ***

Eventually, the tension snapped - and you and Tom has a screaming match so loud the whole town probably heard it; “I’m in love with someone else-!” “Well it doesn’t even f**king matter-! I am too-!” “Yeah-! I f**king KNOW!!!” That hit hard, you could tell and Tom wanted to know how and when and then who... who was with you because he was with someone else?! But you walked away. Because you couldn’t even stand to look at the man you should be loving, when it was his father you really wanted. Not that Tom apparently wanted you anyway.

 So for a few days you stayed at home. And your parents knew it was all about the breakup... As if this relationship had been all that real to begin with. And you were wallowing in your own self-pity and misery, and kicking yourself for almost not feeling how you were supposed to feel. You should be disgusted at yourself for what you were doing, you should have hated him for admitting he loved someone else. You should have been crying over the way you’d yelled at each other.  Instead you were worried you didn’t have cover enough anymore to see Him. Trying to think of ways you could make up with Tom to have cover, that both of you could fake this relationship to be with who you wanted to be with. But he would ask who; and you got the feeling that hypocritically he wouldn’t like you cheating anyway. That bridge was burned. Why bother going to the house if you didn’t have a boyfriend there anymore? why be involved at all... Well, apart from Harold being your teacher... That should have been reason enough to stop though; and you had college email – and those questions should really be left to the semester itself. Using that as an excuse to knock on his door was weak at best; and it was starting to look like the only one you might have. But you craved him; you wanted his touch all over your skin. And when you weren’t lamenting about how you’d ruined your cover – you were locked in your room and creating that sensation for yourself. It was hardly the same though… And one evening you lay wide awake, staring at your ceiling. When even your music couldn’t send you into a bout of weird dreams, you came to a sickening realisation that had you sitting bolt upright to reach for your phone and dial a number you didn’t have. This was supposed to be no strings attached payback. It didn’t matter to either of you when and how it ended. But, it was no longer just an affair.

**

You summed up enough courage to do something even stupider than just reveal everything in a fight. And although you had left your house fine with a deep breath, your vision was blurring by the time you got to their house and tears were running down your face as you ascended the steps. It was too much, and it took you a great effort to reach that last step - by that time you were trying to catch your breath from your sobs and your chest hurt. Nothing worked, and it was getting hard to swallow the lump in your throat too.

Which means you must have looked a mess. You didn’t know who was in, but you could hear Tom and Ian calling to each other down on the beach, so you wouldn’t have to face your now ex. What the hell you were supposed to do if you stumbled into Ros you didn’t know. You hoped beyond hope that was a bridge you would never have to cross in such a state as this.

You padded towards the open door way, just trying to calm yourself down a little.

You didn’t even manage to make it all the way before Harold met you, curse your loud crying. Curse everything in the world right now, you wanted to run to him and hold him and have him run his hands through your hair as you cried, but you knew that wasn’t possible. So you stood on his balcony crying as he watched you with heartbreaking concern. “Sweetheart, Tom isn’t here...” You shook your head violently “I’m not here for Tom...” “Oh...?” He stepped out but you took a step back, you took as deep a breath as you could manage but the tears still ran. “Why are you here Y/N... what’s wrong...” There was fear in your eyes, fear that heightened the same response as him. Because there was honestly mixed too that he knew was about to hit hard Your voice waivered, and you knew how weak and pathetic you sounded, but you had no choice – your body, your heart, your minded compelled you; “I need to tell you something.” “What is it, darling...?” He took another step that you didn’t concede, and he watched fresh droplets rolled down your face. You held your nerve, and his gaze. You couldn’t take hiding this... And knew you were about to tear everything else apart.

“I love you.”

---

@dennismitchell @happyskywhale @wltz-bby​

#MendoTagSquad.

[eatsleepmemerepeat]

^Imagine if this is what Harry replied to the wrong number Rosalia😂

I’m high key disappointed that he didn’t reply with this joke below though. That joke would have been so good. Adore yooooooou. Literally, she would have been the perfect recipient for that joke. SHE LITERALLY NARRATED THE VIDEO. COME ON HAROLD, I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOOD AT MAKING CORNY JOKES!

[basedkikuenjoyer]

🎵 Whenever I see your smiling face, I have to smile myself...because I love yooooooou! 🎵

Now this? I’m kinda sad we didn’t get some of this part. I’ve wondered a lot about Oden’s sometimes callous attitude and how the siblings bear an outsized share of the hurt caused in his wake. This scene would have pushed that angle a fair deal better. But, the specific idea of Oden telling the story and being a bit of an unreliable narrator could’ve been a later addition that clashed with showing that side there. I adore the little beat about the siblings being tough as hell. Not really caring about the flames. Losing the panel of their satisfied smiles is the tragedy of Act 3 and nothing will convince me otherwise. Really wish Kiku kept this older draft of her baby haircut. The bowl cut is cute in a dopey way and all but...look at her!

There is also one glaring omission from this early draft. Flashback wouldn’t be the flashback without Izo toting around his Kiku backpack.

[mcyt-imagines]

Karaoke Night With Sapnap

 - Imagine having a karaoke night with Sapnap after a rough week - 

Walking into your shared apartment with Nick to find the place already decked out for a casual party or rave was definitely unexpected. However, it did help to brighten your expression as you crossed the threshold of the door, wondering how long it must have taken him to amass the decorations littered across your vision.

You vaguely recalled your boyfriend mentioning something about a ‘surprise’ as you were leaving for work this morning. This however wasn’t exactly what you had pictured as you’d rushed out the door with a piece of toast shoved in your cheek.

“Nicholas..?” You slowly approached your living space, shrugging off your satchel bag resting it atop the kitchen counter as you passed. The lack of response worried you for a short moment until you rounded the corner to reveal your boyfriend jamming out with his earbuds in.

With a deep breath he raised the cheap plastic mic in his hand to his lips only to belt, “Honey, I’d walk through fire for yooooou, just let me adore yooooooooou.” You tried your best to keep your giggles quiet but only after a few more lines Nick’s eyes rose to meet your smiling form. A smile broke his face in half, and he threw his arms wide. You took your hands in his and began to dance with him, your face mirroring the smile on his. 

“Just let me adore yooooooou!” You happily croon as he discards the mic to wrap an arm around your waist. “Like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do!” He sings into your neck pressing kisses in his wake. You laugh and wriggle in his grip as your nerve endings light up in defense of his ticklish kisses. He pulls away sparing you and instead begins to spin you around your couch for a few moments with only your conjoined musical laughter to dance to as the song ends. “What do you think!? Like your surprise?” You wrapped your arms around him and nodded, sighing into his embrace. “You haven’t even seen the best part yet.” 

Nicholas moved to the side pulling his arms from around you to reveal a large karaoke machine that the mic he had been holding earlier must have come from. You gasped in delight, “How did you even set all of this up?” You mused moving to take a seat on the couch to pop off your shoes as Nick disappeared into the nearby kitchenette. “I didn’t mean to do so many decorations but uh, I didn’t have anything else to do today and kinda got bored. So I just kept getting more and more stuff to put up…” 

The Texan explained as clangs and crashes could be heard in-between phrases. You noticed the old Christmas decorations adorning the top of your television and sighed knowing you’d have to put that all back tomorrow morning. The thought didn’t annoy you as much knowing that Nick would undoubtedly help with rounding them all up.

“I know work has been kicking your ass so, I wanted to treat your ass to something fun.” He snickers emerging from the kitchenette with a bowl of chips in one hand and clinging onto multiple sauces in the other. You grin as he sits and shove his shoulder lightly at his sexual tone, but softly press a kiss to his cheek thankful that he kept you in his thoughts. “Thank you, Nick.” He smiles and wraps an arm around you to give you a squeeze. “Anytime babe.”

[rokachan]

Roka! Holy shit you're back! Do you still take anons for asks/prompts/drabbles? And are your ships still the same? Are there any of your old writing ships that are taboo for you now? I adore your writing and am excited as all fuck to see you back and active! -Anon Shipper

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You!

Yooooooou!

If you are the anon shipper responsible for all the most amusing asks from when I was last actively rping then THANK YOU for being a good bean! And keeping my inbox busy!

But uh okokok... Yes! Anons are always welcome to throw a name in my inbox for prompts and asks and memes! If it isn't an oc I'm already well versed in, please make sure to give me their tag so I can go check them out! Otherwise just slap me down a name and I will have a good time!

Roka's official ships are all sort of in flux and not yet ironed out. Myra and Roka have some catching up to do, but they're happy to see each other again and all. Togy is probably down for me writing that ship, but we haven't had any real IC interactions, just OOC chatters.

For friendships Roka has run into Ren, though she hasn't sat down to talk about anything serious with him, and she's actively keeping in touch with Ilan who currently has the most info. Pim is a newer addition to the talking to more and Roka is v excited to get to know the pink friend more! There are a few people Roka wants to track down and check up on, but that's still an ongoing thing with people OOC and re-est abolishing friendships and all and seeing who is still around and writing.

[brokendevilwrites]

it is like 5am right now where i am and i'm rereading the sky is green and i just wanted to let you know how much i love your story and how much i think about it. this is probably my third re-read of it and i adore the touches you've given to sue - where it is kind of clear that she feels something for emily but it's not enough to go off on. also this line: "Her lips are bruised and Emily isn’t stupid" is probably my favorite line of all time. thank you for all of your efforts to this story :)

Okay,

1. I hope you got some sleep because that is a vicious time to be awake. I do nights sometimes and I can tell you the girl you see at 5am is not the girl you wanna meet.

2. Thank you! Sue fucking adores Emily, it's sick. She's fully ride-or-die. There's a scene in this next chapter (I hope. It's in my notes.) that explains her kind of reasoning/character process. But I'm glad you know she's doing her damn best with the situation she's been given.

(The situation caused by entirely her and Emily refusing to COMMUNICATE like adults.)

I lose my MIND when people say they have a favourite line - fucks me up. Like it feels not real, ya know? That entire scene was a blast to write though so I'm super happy you enjoyed it.

Thank yooooooou

[taurusicorn2400]

Top Five Favorite:

Things I like about 💕Violet💕 (In collaboration with @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale for T5F)

Ngl this was really fun to make, also I got to look at pictures of Vi, so it was even better.

Gonna start this off with number 5 baby. The way she sits, man. Listen I know that's kinda weird to say, but the way she sits is kinda like a natural way to do it also very gay. So yeah the way she sits, adorable, love that.

Just look at her. Love that for her.

Coming in at number four, we got how she took care of Tenn. Like I find that really freaking cute and awesome. Just they both lost the same person, right, and Vi just went "he's my brother now", and tried her best to take care of him. Love their relationship, would love to see more, no cap.

Babies. Family. This was the only picture I could freaking find what the heck.

At number three has got to be her eyes. I just really like the color of them. Like bro, they so pretty. They like green or something, and I can stare at them all day. Pretty eyed girl I love yooooooou.

And number the second is her love for stars. Something about it just makes me go OWO. Also it shows that she's a huge freaking dork because like are you kidding me, she knows about stars. She could probably go one for hours about it if you let her.

She's rambling bout stars there.

Now we are at number one. The thing that has won it all. My top favorite thing from all my top favorite things about her. And that be.....her voice. I just really like it man. Like singing and talking voice. It's has that softness to it, but it's a tiny bit raspy ya know. It makes my heart go BOOM. I just love it.

Honarable mentions: her vest that she totally ripped to make, her gay panics, her smile, the fact she tries to act tough but she's really a big softie, the line she has about James if you choose to flip him in the truth or dare, the fact we sfirst see her on top of the school's gate, idk that was just cool to me, and she likes chicken nuggets.

Babey.

T-posing on the haters

[kaztrolls]

❤ moi plz? ;w;

send ‘❤' + a url & i’ll write positivity / what i think abt them.

SILVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR I ADORE YOOOOOOOOOU

I’m super glad I got the chance to get to know you! You’re so sweet and patient and god I will FIGHT THE LAYERS OF HELL TO GIVE YOU A BREAK!!!! You deserve so much for all your kindness and I really hope the best for yooooooou!!!

Also DAT ART. SO GOOD. THOS CHARACTER? GIMME ALL THEM