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scientia-rex · 4 months

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Hi Dr. Kristophine, do you have any advice on what kind of information doctors need for medical issues that are more nebulous than "my knees hurt"? I've been feeling Weird and Bad in a way that has me concerned, but I'm afraid to make an appointment because I don't know what to say that will get the Weird and Bad feeling across in an actionable way. Going to the doctor takes SO much energy that I don't have to waste and I don't want them to just take a blood test and say everything's fine go home (again).

The best thing you can do with medical information you're trying to prepare for your medical provider, as a lay person, is be as specific as possible.

-Location: Is it one place in particular, or everywhere? Does it stay in one place, or move around?

-Timing: When did it start? Did it come on suddenly or slowly? Does it happen continuously? Does it come and go? Is it always there to some extent, but it gets better and worse? On a scale of 1-10, with 1 being fine and 10 being the worst you can imagine, how bad is it at its best, and how bad is it at its worst? How much time does it spend really bad vs only kind of bad?

-Quality: If it's pain, is it aching, burning, stabbing, dull, electrical zap, etc.? If it's not pain, what is it? Is it discomfort? Is it weakness--i.e., you can't do that thing? Is it fatigue--like maybe you can still push through doing the thing but it feels like you're trying to wade through mud to do it? Is it a racing heart, sweating, pressure?

-Triggers: Does something in particular set it off? A time of day, a food, an action, a medication, a thought? A surprisingly common trigger for migraines is sitting still with your neck in one position. (New research suggests that necks are critical to migraine formation, to which I yelled out loud at the paper, no duh!) There may be triggers you haven't noticed; try keeping a symptom diary, where you note down when you have episodes and what you were doing beforehand, what you ate that day, menstrual phase, etc. Any detail that you can remember, whether or not it seems relevant at the time.

I cannot tell you how many times I've dug deeper into a chronic issue only to discover that the patient can, in fact, tell me what the trigger is, but because it's something important to them, they simply haven't noticed. May subconsciously even avoided noticing. Do you get migraines every time you DM? Do you need to work a stretch break into your D&D session?

There can also absolutely be multiple triggers--I know I'll get migraines if I don't sleep, if I'm sick, if I sit still for too long, if I have dental work, etc.

So bring in all the info you can. Write it down if you're afraid you'll forget. Don't hand it to the MA, too many doctors will go "oh my GOD they brought a LIST how high-maintenance" and tune out. Hang on to it but tell them about everything.

I don't expect patients to be able to tell me "I believe I've had a left radial styloid fracture" but I do expect them to tell me "I fell and tried to catch myself with my left hand and now my wrist hurts," and that's good enough. The rest of it is my job. When it's something more vague, like "I started feeling different and bad about six months ago," any other information helps. Did you start a new med around then? Are you going through menopause? Do you struggle with anxiety? Do you have first-degree relatives (parent, sibling, or child) with genetic disorders, autoimmune disorders, etc.? Do you have a history of anemia? Are you vegan? Have you started having night sweats and unexplained weight loss? Did you recently travel internationally? This can go a lot more different directions than a hurty wrist, so bring in all the info you can.

And keep in mind that modern medicine is very limited--much more so than most people think. There is an excellent chance that medicine will not be able to diagnose your condition. It may still be able to offer treatment. It may fall on your shoulders to manage it as best you can, knowing that doctors don't have answers. Nobody can tell me why I have chronic pain, and I don't mean as in "I've asked doctors and they don't know," I mean "I've personally scoured the literature and had the relevant and appropriate tests and no one can know at this phase of medical knowledge." So I deal with it, I've stopped trying to push myself past my reserves because people who can't admit to ignorance tell me to, I keep my painful body moving because that helps, I do PT, I take a multivitamin occasionally because I know my diet sucks. I manage.

There are not always right or wrong answers--I don't take gabapentin, because I don't want the sedation and kidney exposure, but patients with my exact symptoms might find it helpful and may find the risks and costs worth the benefits. My mother, who has whatever it is that I have, right down to the tricky stomach, from whom I presumably inherited it, has taken medication at different points in her life, depending on how much pain she was in and what other responsibilities she has, and that is perfectly reasonable. Autonomy matters. People have to be able to make these choices for themselves, with assistance but not paternalism from their medical professionals, because the math is different for everyone.

#the attending dr. kristophine #listen I feel very strongly about autonomy #I am here to help not to dictate from on high

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nolita-fairytale · 1 year

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burn your life down: the director's cut, or rather, fun facts about this story now that it's over

luca's last name in my fic is davies, and formally davies-bernardi. bernardi in italian means 'strong as a bear' which, was truly a perfect coincidence that i originally thought it sounded good hyphenated with davies. it felt like the perfect little nugget to drop in here.

this one kind of took on a life of its own. I thought maybe a headcanon or a few chapters, then 46.5k words later... before writing a fic, i always like to map out where i'm going, because it helps me zero in on what story i want to tell. as someone (and who hasn't, truly) who has plenty of abandoned fics, i like to get clear on what story it is i want to tell before beginning to write so that i know it's a fic worth writing for me. no, i don't think finishing a fic should be a marker of success, but where i'm at right now, it feels like the best way for me to see if i have a story to tell or not.

speaking of stories to tell, the reason i wanted to have our main character divorced was because i wanted to try something different. i wondered how i could differentiate this mc (while keeping the reader neutral so you could picture yourselves in it if you wanted to) from others that i have written / will write in the future. the divorce and growing apart is actually kind of inspired by my previous upstairs neighbor who i met a year after his divorce. i wanted to imagine what the inner world of someone who had experienced a divorce that wasn't messy, but its relationship had just run its course and i the end, left two people who weren't sure who they were and how to talk to each other anymore would be like.

music and playlisting really helps me envision and feel into the world that I’m building. I ask myself questions like: what does their love sound like? what does this relationship shound like? how do i want the world i'm building feel, and how do i convey that in sound? and then of course, what songs could underscore certain moments of this chapter? listening to the playlist i create as i go really helps me get into character aka enter the world of the story when i'm sitting down the write.

so many of my fics and interactions are based on my own real life experiences, which is why they often feel so human and so real. i weave in little details like conversations i've had, a person i reminded of. i often write dialogue after i've imagined the scene in my head down to the cadence of how characters speak to one another to make sure it feels grounded.

speaking of, we've got to talk about the food in this fic, something that you all complimented me on at the very beginning! it was important for me to have the food feel deeply personal to reader, and be an expression of her identity through the years. yes, i wrote it with an mc with asian heritage in mind. however, i wanted to make space, again, for you to picture yourself in this fic, which is why mc's ex and family were written with japanese heritage.

a lot of the dishes were inspired by dishes i've had that were similar to what i think her culinary pov would be, and a lot of it is the way that i cook as well. i am not a chef by any means, but i am AM a home cook who occasionally does pop ups who very recently discovered my own culinary pov. food for me is something that not only helps me express myself, but has helped me connect to parts of my own identity. in so many ways, as someone who describes themselves as a cultural melting pot, food helps me feel closer to myself; it helps me find and define, and express who i am.

the culture of food and the role it plays in allowing us to connect was really important for me to weave into this story as well.

for the mikkelson twins, i pictured timothee and pauline chalamet as jesper and mathilde.

for the kimuras: rina sawayama would play astrid, darren barnet would play joe, and gia kim would play lina.

let's talk about luca's character development: so many things were so will poulter-coded/borrowed for will poulter, which felt right to do considering he wove his own life into the luca's tattoos. examples? the nike book, the kendrick lamar on the playlist, how much internal work the man has done on himself.

in the end, I initially had mc have a way bigger freak out than she did -- that it would be her final: holy shit am i ready to be loved moment, but as i wrote it, it ended up being luca who brought up the main conflict. it just ended up going in a different direction and didn't feel right to go with my original plan, because she felt so in their relationship already that i pivoted.

i watched a lot of travel and lifestyle copenhagen vlogs because i'm obsessed with youtube.

after season 2 of the bear, i wanted to explore what positive relationships with mothers could look like in these characters. that's why mothers (and single mothers) are the superheroes of this fic.

i knew i wanted this fic to be about these things: second love, loss, trusting the beginning that comes after the end, inspiration, following your heart, and mothers. these are the guiding principles that i used when writing, knowing that these were the pillars i wanted this story to be about.

looking forward: i am working on two oneshots that will live in this world, one about marcus visiting again -- an eat, pray, love for him of sorts -- that's about mothers and loss and life. the other one is a fun, sexy little smutshot that will hardlaunch their (she and luca's) restaurant so keep an eye out for those. truthfully, i've only just started workshopping the marcus one and am prioritizing finishing my carmy fic first.

opening myself up for q&a! feel free to ask any questions about this fic or my writing process in the comments.

#chef luca #will poulter #luca the bear #the bear season 2 #the bear headcanon #luca x reader #the bear hulu #the bear fx #the bear fanfiction #chef luca x reader #pastry chef luca #burn your life down

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a-killer-obsession · 24 days

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Wanna say real quick if you're a fanfic writer and you're looking at my page like "ohhh they hit 500 followers so fast and they have a upload schedule and post twice a week, maybe i have to post twice a week to get followers" - Stop

This turned into a whole guide for newbies so more under the cut

Please do not use me as an example! Im disabled and unemployed which means i have time to write two chapters a week, please do not put that sort of pressure on yourself!!! I only let myself have a upload schedule because i keep a small backlog of chapters, meaning i have some buffer if my health is bad or i get writers block, and as yall saw recently i will take a break if i loose that backlog. If i was forcing myself to write two chapters a week on a strict deadline i would absolutely loose my shit and probably burn out very quickly. And to be entirely honest, I haven't seen much difference in follower growth now that I have a schedule versus when I was just posting whenever I remembered to. I really don't think a schedule makes a huge difference, I just like having one because it gives me some sense of routine now that I'm unemployed.

What im trying to say, especially if you're new to posting fanfics, is please dont stress yourself out by thinking you need a strict schedule for anyone to like your fic or follow you. You shouldn't be writing for followers anyway, write for yourself! Write because YOU want to write. And if you fall out of love with that writing, dont feel like you need to force it just to make others happy! When i get burnt out writing Wavelengths, I keep going because *I* want to get to the ending, I've been excited to write it for months. Its another reason i dont start writing new long forms until i have a generic plan of where im going, which is something i highly recommend. Having a chapter you're excited to write really helps when you're trying to find motivation.

While I have you here, let me lay down some general tips for new fanfic writers, especially for those who post on tumblr:

Write because you want to write. Don't ever feel like you need to cater to someone else, that's a sure fire way to get burn out

If you do get burn out: don't worry about it, either it'll pass or it won't. Maybe you'll drop that idea all together and move to something new. Don't sweat it, write what makes you happy. Forcing yourself will only make it worse and it'll show in your writing. Writing fanfics is a hobby, it should be FUN. Sure someone might come across your fic years from now and be sad that it's not complete but they'll probably only be sad for a few days at most and then they'll forget about it. Its not a big deal. Who knows, maybe you'll find inspiration years down the line and make someone's day by randomly updating after years of hiatus. It happens 🤷

Dont worry about how much engagement your fic gets. I know absolutely incredible fics that get barely any engagement, and some frankly hard reads that have a ridiculous amount. Its all just dumb luck really. Again - write because you want to

Don't sweat typos too bad. I recommend finishing your chapter/one shot, giving it a day or so, and THEN come back to proof read. I find doing this gives me fresh eyes and I often find a lot of ways to improve the chapter while I'm fixing typos. If you accidentally leave typos in there, don't worry too much. As long as it makes enough sense for people to understand what you meant, people will still read it. Just look at the first few chapters of Wavelengths for example, they're riddled with typos from swapping from 3rd to 1st person, but people still read them (I'LL FIX THEM SOON I PROMISE LMAO)

Don't worry about being cringe. Cringe is dead, make your characters as self inserty and over powered as you want. CRINGE IS DEAD. If you think its fun to write powers and tropes that you're worried will be cringe, fuck it, write it anyway. As long as YOU have fun writing it. Do you know how many "whoops accidental pregnancy" trope fics I've written? Every single one of my long forms has either had it, or planned to, because I like that trope! I don't care if its cringe, I will continue to get my characters knocked up

Some quick accessibility things:

Please left align your fic! I've seen people posting center and right aligned because it "looks cool". These alignments should be used sparingly! As well as things like italics and different fonts/font sizes/colours! They should be used to highlight small sections only! Otherwise they can make it very difficult for people with reading difficulties to read!

If you're posting on tumblr:

Make sure the majority of your fic uses the default black font. Some people set the whole thing to a different font or the "small" font or a different colour and I literally can't read them, and it makes me so sad! I'm sure I'm not the only one with this issue! Its okay to use other fonts for things like headers and descriptions, but for the bulk of your fic use the default! Theres a graphic designer out there somewhere who spent a long time picking the best font for the body text on this website for a reason!

If your fic is longer than a few paragraphs, use the READ MORE function!!! Either cut under a description or the first few paragraphs so people get a preview of your fic. You may think it's silly to hide most of your fic, but if someone, especially on mobile, comes across your fic automatically trimmed on the fyp, and likes your stuff, and they go to your account to see more and have to scroll for a million years just to get past your newest post, they're quickly going to give up trying to read your other stuff. Using the read more function makes it easy for people to browse your blog and check out more of your works!! It also makes it more likely people will reblog for the same reason.

Along the same lines: have a masterlist. This can be as simple as a pinned post where you add a link every time you post something new. This makes it super easy for people to check out more of your work!

If you have a long form/multi chapter I also recommend going to the previous chapter and adding a "next chapter" link when you post the next one. Not 100% needed though, if you have a masterlist that can be enough on its own, people just appreciate having that next chapter link for binge reading. PUT IT AT THE BOTTOM PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING. I hate when I finish a chapter and have to scroll for a million years to get to the top for the link

Feel absolutely free to use the way I format my fics and masterlist as example, but like I said, it can literally be just as simple as a list of links. I recommend listing the links at bare minimum as the title of the fic, and the pairing people can expect (including if its nsfw is a good idea too)

Speaking of NSFW: if your work isn't suitable for minors please make that clear! Even just a 'minors DNI' at the start of the post is good! If you wanna get fancy there are lots of creators who make lovely 18+/minors dni banners you can use for free, just google it and plenty will come up. If you're not adding a cut before the NSFW content then make sure you mark the post as for mature audiences (idk how you do it on the computer because I'm mostly a mobile user but on mobile you can find it bottom right, the icon with the two people). Not appropriately censoring your posts can result in tumblr restricting and possibly banning your account.

Finally, and this one is oddly specific to people who use google docs, but you can use a copy of this google doc to automatically add all the html to your writing so you can just copy and paste it into tumblr or AO3, instead of having to manually fix all the formatting. Do not just copy and paste AO3 html into tumblr, for some reason it has major issues with italics and will cause you a major headache. Just use the linked doc, its a super time saver, I've been using it for ages now

Okay thanks for reading bye

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velandvithestarlightgullwings · 30 days

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To the Pro-Palestine Protestors...

So, I've noticed that everyone has been so angry in regards to Gaza and looking at people voting for Kamala (never Trump btw) and excuse them every which way of being Zionist, colonizers, and how people don't care about Gaza.

In all honesty, I think people are missing the forest from the trees. Americans of all sides of the political left spectrum live in a place of privilege. And to be more specific, white lefties and liberals' live in a place of privilege.

When you bring up Gaza and voting, you hear a lot of white liberals crying "How can you vote for "Killer" Kamala? I'm not voting! I'm voting third party! They have to earn my vote! BLUE MAGA! BlueAnon!" Not aware that many people are scared about where the country they were born and raised are going through.

Many people have just "woken" up to the devastation that was caused from Trump's presidency after refusing to vote/voting third party in 2016. From getting rid of RvW by forcing through two Supreme Court Justices, removing Affirmative action, actively targeting trans people with horrible laws, trying to control women's bodies, targeting protections for Climate Change, the rise of incels culture (ask South Korea how bad that's going for them), the gutting of the Postal service, book burning, the gutting of pandemic response (right before COVID), turning D.E.I into the latest dog whistle. People are finally understanding the damage don't want to lose any more, especially with Project 2025 on the horizon if he wins again.

And a lot of these things often hurt minorities to a crippling degree and will hurt them if Trump wins again.

Because of this, when Kamala stepped in when Biden stepped down, people threw their weight behind her because they don't want to live in a world where Trump wins again.

On the flipside, you have Palestine.

The Israel-Palestine conflict has been ongoing for 75 years now, with the recent attack by Hamas inflaming things to a full on genocide for the Palestinian people by local colonizers, Israel, led by Benjamin "I have to fight so I don't go to prison for crimes" Netanyahu.

Many aren't aware that during Trump's four years of horror, he actually caused October 7th to happen. On December 6, 2017, President Trump formally recognized Jerusalem as the capital of Israel and moved the American embassy from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem.

In the age of the internet, people are more connected than ever to the plights of those around the world, Ukraine being one, Congo another, and Palestine, which the latter eclipsing the first two.

Israel's anger over October 7th, which many Israeli's compare to 9-11, caused them to lash out at the many innocent people of Palestine. Because of Biden's lackluster response to trying to quell the continuing of a 75 year old issue, many have taken to the streets in protest of the conditions and indignities that Palestinians have gone through.

With the threat of another Trump presidency brushing up against Palestine supporters, its caused a divide with many pointing fingers.

As a black woman, who is engaged to another woman and has a trans brother, I am deeply aware of what a Trump presidency can do and the harms that have come from it and what will come from it. I've posted plenty of articles, both writing by myself, along with those from reputable sources, going over what we can expect if Trump wins while also showing my support for Palestine and her people. I've done protests, I've donated and I do the best I can to uplift their voices.

With that said, I've recently realized that the Pro-Palestine movement has been invaded by influencers, bad faith actors, those that believe in accelerationism, and those that are deep in the Antisemitism sauce. Vultures, essentially, and what was a just case has morphed into a case that would rather see the United States and those who live there perish so that Palestine can stay alive.

So when you have a group that doesn't want their rights being taken away just after realizing how bad it's become because of one party vs a group who are protesting the rights of another, things will get a little hard.

Here's a little story.

My grandparents was part of the Civil Rights movement with my Grandfather quickly going to Vietnam in the short time they overlapped. I've heard the horror stories from them for years.

How they were beaten, hosed, bitten by dogs, called all sorts of slurs, spat on, just the absolute worse that humanity can offer. Not to mention the many lives that were lost around them.

But, because of their sacrifices, and the sacrifices of those around them, they were able to succeed in their mission and now we have civil rights for not just black people, but for all people in the united states.

Black people are aware of what our elders had to fight for and when my grandparents, people who are on the last years of their lives, heard the rhetoric Trump and his party were saying, they were horrified. It took them back to that turbulent period in their lives.

I remember shortly before Biden stepped down, my grandmother busting into tears, asking how this country could elect a monster like Trump and how he could even be in the position he is now where he could win and how all they fought for was about to be ripped from them.

I argued in the defense of Palestine, but my grandfather asked me a question. "What good is trying to fill a cup from your cup when your cup is empty?"

It was at that time I realized that despite Gaza going through the trauma and pain they were going through, I couldn't just withhold my vote because of my feelings. Because he was right. America, whether people disagree or not, influences the world. We've seen it with Civil Rights, we've seen it with Gay Marriage, we've seen it with MAGA. we do, everyone else shortly follows. It's why a lot of people despise the United States.

We're the stone and the rest of the world is the water. We cause ripples with everything that we do. and if we allow ourselves to fall to Facisim, the rest of the world will follow suit. You may think it's arrogant, but it's not. It's a factual observation of the world.

As I mentioned before, black people know what is at risk. All of us aren't voting for Kamala because she's black or because of the "Vibes." For some, that may play a part, but for the majority, we do it because we know what is at risk if Trump wins and we know who will be first to feel his dictatorship.

As much as I hate to say it, white LGB people can always return back to the closet. They are white first, and their orientation second. It would hurt them deeply to do it, especially after living free for years, but they can always hid who they are. Trans people and minorities, not so much.

We have to protect ourselves and a lot of people on the Pro-Palestine side are upset by this fact. Maya, a known pro-palestine supporter and Palestine herself, came out with two videos.

Basically calling black people (especially black woman) colonizers and to let ourselves die to uphold Palestine. She resorted to bigotry and in turn, spat in the face of many of us who not only was down with the cause, but also used our voices to defend it.

I use this as an example because this is what many of the protestors want for the American people as a whole who are terrified for the rights they are losing by telling them not to vote or vote third party.

"To hell with your worries and fears risk of losing everything wanting to save yourself! What about them?! Both sides are evil! This is 1st world problem! River to the s-"

Stop.

So many people live in a place of privilege thinking that what happened to Germany can't happen here so they feel that they can sit it out or actively hurt the only way people can fight back against Trump and his RNC rule but they literally aren't paying attention.

Every day, the RNC and the Supreme Court Trump set empowered are stripping away our rights.

I'm not saying not to care.

Protest for Gaza, donate to their causes, uplift them every chance that you can get. Because Israel is doing evil and is actively committing genocide and colonization on a group that they have hurt for so many years.

But you can't condemn people wanting and needing to protect themselves as well. Especially when you have someone who is promising to become a dictator day one. Not voting or voting third party is not an option. If we start toa grassroots option for someone third party the second the election ends, then show up four years later, then we might have a shot. But until then, we only have two choices.

Kamala.

Trump.

They are the two that will sitting as president when the election is over. and there is only one choice in order to protect ourselves.

Because Trump is in record wanting to give police immunity. He is on record wanting to deport pro-Palestinian protestors and protestors of any kind.

He already even tried a Muslim ban.

This man is evil and this is our only shot to defeat him.

Make the right choice.

I posted two videos that TL:DR my thoughts on things by two beautiful women. At least watch those.

#vote democrat #please vote #vote blue #vote kamala #fuck trump #project 2025 #free gaza #palestinian genocide #help palestine #i stand with palestine #but we have to stand for ourselves too #palestine

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just1alien · 4 months

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Don't it taste like holy water? Ao3 version

Agatha Harkness x Female Reader

Warnings: Slow burn; Smut; Oral; Reader receiving.

Manthing and minors are DNI.

Hope you can enjoy it as much as I did while writing it.

Do you have suggestions? Requests? You can tell me everything, dear. But make no mistake, always be polite around here, understood?

...

“It's a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Agatha's eyes narrow, a hint of defensiveness in her voice.

“You sound like you're implying you know me somehow?”

“Precisely. I was sent here to help you to control yourself. Recently, you made quite a mess with Wanda.”

“That woman is insane! Everything that happened was her fault! She scoffs. Wait! Sent here? I don't remember calling for help from anyone.”

“Oh, the coven sent me, darling.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Of course they did, I'm sure they're all so worried about me. The lot of them can shove it, especially the so-called, 'High Council'. I don't need any help, thank you very much.”

“I think you do, Agatha.”

“And what makes you such an expert, hm? Do you know anything that's happened? Or do you just want to judge the book by its cover?”

“Perhaps I am an expert, or a treat. What do you think?”

“A treat?”

She laughs, a small smirk forming on her lips.

“Are you trying to be a flirtatious little temptress, dear? If so, you're doing a quite terrible job.”

“So full of yourself.”

“Oh please, honey. In my over three hundred years of being a witch, I have never once not had someone pining over me. I know I'm beautiful, and I'm smart enough to know it. You're no different, you just won't admit it yet. How old are you again, love? Surely no more than mid-thirties, if I'm being generous.”

“Oh, trying to play the mentalist, charming. But make no mistake, I'm not here to flirt. As I said, I was sent by the coven. Check it if you want. Now, are we going to get out from this forest?”

She lets out an exaggerated groan, throwing her head back dramatically.

“It appears I have no choice but to get out of this wretched place, then. Let us go. But I have a few conditions.”

“What conditions, Agatha?”

“One, absolutely ZERO flirting from either side. Two, I don't do anything I deem beneath me. Three, my familiar, Señor Scratchy, is non-negotiable. Are we clear?”

“Very clear, 'miss zero flirting'. You were so certain that I was here to tempt you. Shame on you.”

“Shut it, smart ass.”

She turns around, walking towards the edge of the forest.

“Follow me and don't fall behind.”

“Yes, mistress.”

I pointed out the last word, just to see her reaction.

“You heard it. Now, can we please continue walking?”

“Oh, we'll be continuing, but first we're going to discuss your choice of words.”

She grabs you by the chin, bringing your face right up to hers.

“Let's get one thing straight here, darling: you do not call me, 'mistress' ever again. You hear me? Do I make myself clear on that one?”

I left a loud chuckle escape from my lips.

“Oh, Agatha. Very intimidating.”

She growls, letting go of your chin.

“Don't make me regret this decision to bring you along, darling.”

She resumes walking, looking back over her shoulder.

“You better keep up if you know what's good for you.”

“Sure.”

The forest begins to clear, a beautiful village appearing before you. A smile forms on Agatha's face, her eyes lighting up.

“Ah, I'd almost forgotten how pretty this place was.”

“Beautiful, indeed.”

I said, admiring not the village itself, but her smile.

“Come, let's pay my old cottage a visit.”

She starts walking down the cobble-paved road, admiring the scenery. Despite the fact she can look as young as she wants, you remember that she's likely three hundred years old. This village is likely the world she first lived in. Her hometown. And she's seeing it for the first time in centuries. It's no wonder she is so enamored by it.

“Please, lead the way.”

“Ah, that I will.”

Her cottage comes into view not too far down the road. It looks like a fairy tale house that could come right out of a story book. The outside is made entirely of dark oak, with a thatched roof. A small herb garden is in the front of the cottage, with many plants and flowers you don't even recognize. The porch has two cozy rocking chairs, and a hammock sits idly hanging to the side by the front door.

I came closer to the herbs, analyzing them.

“Interesting...”

Agatha comes to stand beside you, a prideful smile on her face.

“Ah, my collection of ingredients. I have a few that are my finest, such as the Devil's Ivy, or the Deadly Nightshade. I also grow things on a less... Deadly side. Such as the Basil, Lavender and Catnip.”

“Catnip? Are you a cat person, Agatha?”

My tone was playful.

She rolls her eyes, but you can see a small smile on her lips.

“No, I actually like rabbits the best. Speaking of which, you've yet to meet my familiar, Señor Scratchy.”

A little rabbit comes hopping over to you, circling your feet curiously and sniffing you.

“Hello, little one!”

I said, touching his fur.

Señor Scratchy tilts his head up and makes a soft grunt, rubbing up against your leg.

“See, according to him, you can trust on me.”

I gave her my best smile.

“Don't think that little move won me over yet, love.”

She kneels down to Scratchy, petting his head and scratching behind his ears.

“Such a sweet little boy, yes? Oh, who's a good bunny, yes you are, yes you are! Hmm? Should mommy give you a little snack? Yes? You deserve it, dear.”

She opens the door as Scratchy runs in, and gestures for you to follow her inside.

“Thank you.”

I entered, watching my steps.

The inside of her cottage is just as beautiful and magical as the outside. The furniture looks old, but well taken care of. A small fire is lit in the fireplace, and the smell of herbs hangs in the air. Everything about the cottage is homely and comforting. Despite being 300 years old, Agatha clearly takes great pride in her home. In one armchair by the fireplace, Señor Scratchy has curled up into a little ball. He is clearly not used to getting visitors.

“Cozy, for a murderer witch.”

She smiles, sitting down on her old-fashioned chair, putting her feet up.

“Of course, darling. Just because I enjoy a good hex and curse doesn't mean I don't also like a comfortable home. I enjoy the finer things in life.”

Agatha's eyes roam over to you, a knowing smirk playing at her lips.

“I'm guessing you wouldn't know about that. You clearly don't enjoy the finer things.”

“Where is that coming from? Trying to push my buttons?”

I seated on the other chair, waiting for her to answer me.

“And if I am, what are you going to do about it?”

Agatha leans back, resting her head on her interlocked fingers. She's clearly enjoying teasing you.

“What a teaser. Some may say you're desperate for attention.”

I locked my eyes on her.

She laughs, letting her head roll back against the back of the chair

“What then? Does it excite you? Does it bother you? Hmm?”

She looks back over at you, her eyes raking over your body, slowly.

“Unbelievable, Agatha. Anyway, now that you're having me around, I need a place to rest.”

She raises an eyebrow, a devilish look in her eyes.

“Oh? So you'll be staying with me? My, my, how intriguing. Perhaps you won't be too much of a bother after all, darling.”

She stands up.

“Come along, I'll show you the guest room. I'm sure you've had a long journey.”

“Thank you very much, Agatha.”

I followed her.

“No need to thank me, it's my pleasure, doll.”

She leads you down a small hallway past a bathroom and down to the guest bedroom.

“Here we are. This should have everything you need to freshen up, and the bed is plenty big too. I'll be in the kitchen, should you need anything.”

She smiles politely, but you sense that she is hiding another motive.

“Doll? Do you like using pet names on strangers?”

“Ah, it's a bad habit. What can I say? I enjoy giving attention.”

She steps closer to you, bringing her arm up to gently stroke your cheek. She gazes at you intently.

“And besides, you are quite the cutie-pie. Those luscious lips are just so... Biteable.”

“I thought you were the one who said 'no flirting either side'. Can't control yourself near me?”

She brings her mouth up to your ear, her breath brushing your lobe.

“Darling, I've never been able to control myself when I see something I like. I take what I want, and you are looking rather... Delicious at the moment.”

I tried to control my breath with her proximity, her perfume filling my nostrils.

“So demanding, Agatha.”

She gently brings your chin up towards her face, her lips inches from your own. She murmurs slowly.

“I can see your heart is beating fast, my love. Are you nervous, hmm? Or perhaps... Excited?”

“Or bothered by your boldness.”

“Oh, I'm sure you are.”

She moves a finger up to your lips, trailing lightly over them.

“I can feel how soft those lips are, how tender. It would be such a shame if no one got to taste them.”

She leans in closer, and you can feel her breath gently tickling your skin. It's clear she is about to kiss you. Your body and mind are screaming at you to stop her, but in your heart you know you want it.

“Back off, Agatha. I'm not one of your girls.”

I said harshly, entering her guest room.

“I'll see you on the kitchen, ok?”

She frowns.

“I was so close to having a taste, how disappointing.”

With a resigned huff, she turns away and starts to walk towards the kitchen.

“Suit yourself. I'll be in the kitchen, doll.”

I gave her an annoyed look before shutting the door.

After I changed myself to something comfortable, I met her on the kitchen.

Agatha is stirring a pot of stew over a blazing fire, wearing a simple black dress that's quite flattering on her. Her hair is tied up into a loose ponytail, and her feet are bare.

“Well, look at you, doll. Getting changed into something, comfy, were you? Is that a hint from you, perhaps?”

Agatha smirks, raising a suggestive eyebrow at you.

“What are you doing?”

I asked, ignoring her teasing.

“Oh, I'm just making a little something for dinner, that's all.”

She grabs a ladle from a nearby shelf, scooping the stew into two bowls. Handing you one, she takes her own and sits down at a small, round wooden table in the kitchen.

“Come my love, let's eat.”

The stew looks absolutely divine, smelling of beef and vegetables. She eats quite elegantly, a trait of her upbringing, no doubt.

“So you like to cook.”

“Hm? Oh, yes I do. I find cooking quite enjoyable, it relaxes me. I don't do it very often, but I can hold my own when it comes to making a good meal. You should taste this stew. I guarantee you'll find it delicious. It's quite the recipe, I learnt it from a very kind witch about... Oh, a hundred years ago now.”

She gives a chuckle, as if the span of a hundred years are only the blink of an eye to her.

She was beautiful and interesting. When you were assigned to take notes by her actions, you were aware it would be difficult not to get drawned by her.

"Hmm, the stew tastes marvelous!”

I said, eating with content.

As good as the stew was, her smile was even more enticing. You found yourself entranced by everything she did, from the way she picked up the bowl with her slender fingers, up to how she brought every spoonful to her plump lips. Her tongue would always dart out in the briefest of moments, licking away every stray drop. It was driving you mad.

“I'm so very glad you enjoy it, love. Perhaps I might just have to give you more of my cooking. We can make a great team, you and I.”

“Now you're ok with my company? What changed your mind?”

She lets out a chuckle, shaking her head.

“I never said I wasn't. You're quite charming, even if you've got that sharp tongue. I've grown quite fond of talking with you. Even if you try to deny it, I know you've been enjoying my company.”

She shoots a sly wink at you, her spoon dipping back in for more stew.

...

After we ended the meal, I found myself looking around her book colection.

“Fascinating.”

I said quietly to myself, unaware of her presence in the room.

She lets out a small hum of approval, placing a hand on her hip.

“Ah, my beloved library. This is where I spent most of my time whilst I lived here. This room is... Well, for a lack of a better word, magical.”

She comes up beside you, running a finger delicately across your back and making her way up to your shoulder. She leans down until her lips are at your ear, her voice lowering just slightly.

“Tell me... What do you like to read, darling?”

“What are you trying to get from me with this teasing, hun? I'm not so easy, Agatha.”

“Of course you're not, love. But I can make you so very easy if I so wanted.”

She steps closer behind you, her front pressing up against your back. Her hand traces a path up your shoulder and into your hair, stroking gently. Her voice drops even lower, the words practically whispered in your ear.

“I could have you begging for my touch, darling. One flick of my wrist and all your resistance would be gone. Oh you would look so very pretty beneath me, begging for every little mercy...”

“A-Agatha. Stop it!”

“Oh please, I know you want it.”

She tugs your hair lightly, pulling your head back to rest against her shoulder.

“That's it, love... You know that if you let me, I could have you screaming my name in no time... Begging me to go harder...”

I felt my knees going weak. It was hard to breathe.

She chuckles softly, tracing a finger down the line of your neck and onto your shoulder.

“That's it, darling... Relax for me... Give into it... Give into me... You know you want to... Your heart is beating so fast, your knees so weak... Your body knows what it wants...”

“From my point of view, you're the one begging, Agatha.”

She laughs lightly, bringing her hands down to rest on your hips. She begins to gently roll her abdomen along the small of your back, her breath hot in your ear.

“Is that so, love? Maybe I am the one begging, but you're the one practically melting in my hands."

She presses kisses along your jawline, leaving her mark on your skin.

“I know I'll have you begging much louder soon.”

I turned back to face her, feeling my desire along my inner thighs. She was evil.

She smiles, holding your chin with her fingers to make you look at her. Her thumb brushes gently across your bottom lip, her eyes searching yours

“Darling... What naughty things are you thinking about? I can see it in your eyes... Such sinful, beautiful thoughts...”

She tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, her fingers tracing down the side of you face and gently cupping your cheek. Her voice is low and silky, so smooth to the ear.

That's it, she's on my mind. Falling into her game, I started to tease her too.

“I see you're still hungry, Agatha. Perhaps you wanna taste some dessert.”

I pushed my dark green nightgown up just a bit.

She lets out a chuckle, her eyes hungrily devouring your exposed skin.

“Oh darling... You're so very naughty. Showing me a glimpse of your body... You're trying to tempt me, aren't you? You're craving my touch, aren't you darling?”

She takes hold of your hips, pulling you close and pressing her body against you. You can see the want in her eyes, the desire within her starting to spark just from the sight of your skin.

“I want your warm tongue elsewhere, Agatha. I want to see the great witch on her knees.”

“Oh, you are so very bad aren't you love?”

She purrs, her mouth moving to kiss at your neck. She starts to trace a path down, her lips working along your skin and leaving small red marks.

“Me, bad? Perhaps you'll see...”

“That is what I love about you, darling... You're so naughty and so very sexy...”

She continues leaving marks on your skin, her mouth eventually reaching the hem of your night gown. Her hands come up to play with the smooth, silken fabric, rubbing it between her fingers and teasing your sensitive hips.

I was using her book shelf to keep me from falling.

She presses you up against the bookshelf, pulling away from your skin for a brief moment to look up at you. There's nothing but pure desire in her dark, lusting eyes.

“Darling, you're not going to last very long if you keep standing... Let me help you.”

“No...

I walked to her couch, feeling her eyes on me.

“You're are the one to kneel, remember?”

“Well I'll be... Who knew you had such a dominant side, doll?”

She smiles, sauntering over to the couch and kneeling down by your legs. Her hands gently come to rest on your knees, beginning to move up your legs under your night gown.

“Are you going to treat me well, love? Or am I at you mercy?”

She smirks, her eyes gleaming with dark desire.

“Oh, sometimes you like to give in, hun? Wonderful. Now, taste me.”

Her smirk turns to a seductive grin, her hands moving up your inner thighs.

"You really are a bad girl... But then again... So am I.”

She gently presses her head against your thigh, leaving a small bite. Her mouth works its way up your leg, eventually reaching your heat and pressing her hot lips against you, giving you a few soft kisses.

I intertwined my fingers between her hair. Her soft, messy hair.

I arched my back with her move...moaning softly.

She begins to move her tongue deeper between your folds, moaning softly herself from the taste of your dripping heat. Her hands begin to move up your body, gently caressing your quivering abdomen and eventually reaching your sensitive, needy breasts.

“You're so very beautiful... So very... Perfect..."

“I want you between my legs until I be satisfied. Are we clear, Agatha?”

“Well, when put that way darling, how could I ever say no?”

She laughs, gently biting at your inner thigh.

“Don't worry love... There will be more than enough of me left to please you tonight...”

“Finish your job down there, darling. Hush.”

“Oh, so very demanding... Let me have a little more fun first. I want to worship your body, darling.... You deserve it.”

She places a delicate kiss on your belly, working her way up up your body and eventually reaching your mouth.

"Oh darling... Your mouth.... Your body... So very delivshous...”

I felt my own taste on her mouth. It made me gone mad.

“Stop teasing me, now. Go back down and do it, Agatha. I can't take it anymore.”

She gives a smirk, looking into your eyes with a dangerous lust

“I see... So you're desperate for me...”

She begins to pull down your night gown, removing your underwear slowly and giving you a few more kisses.

“Very well... As you wish, my love...”

She lowers herself down, her breath tickling your heat.

“Ready, darling...?"

“Please, Agatha. Just...d-do it.”

She smiles, her voice a seductive whisper

“As you ask darling... Enjoy....”

Her lips meet your heat, and she begins to devour you with hunger. Every inch of you is consumed with her attention, her every movement being dedicated to giving you the most pleasure... It's almost overwhelming just how skillful her mouth is.

“You taste so very good love...”

“I'm...close...keep...doing it....”

My naked body was on fire, desperate to release myself on her mouth.

She moans at your words, knowing that you're right there on the edge. Her mouth works even harder than before, pushing your ever closer to the sweet release.

“You're almost there, love... Almost there....”

I rolled my hips, feeling her tongue work harder unti I came all over her face.

She works you through every wave of pleasure, lapping up ever drop that you give her. When the last of your orgasm has faded, she sits up, a huge smile on her face and her chin glistening with your juices. She gives you a satisfied smile.

“God, darling... You have no idea how delicious you are....”

“Oh, yes, I know. That's why you were on the ground, praising me.”

“That you did, love. My my, you're very demanding...”

She wipes her mouth with her arm, gently sitting up beside you and bringing a hand to your face.

“Are you happy now? Did I give you enough pleasure, darling?”

“Oh, Agatha...you can be so sweet, hun? I need to rest now.”

I picked up my nightgown and panties, walking to the guest room, still naked. I turned back to watch her following me.

“Have sweet dreams.”

She smiles, watching your retreating form as you walk towards the guest room and admiring the way your behind moves with your steps.

“Rest well, love. I hope you dream of me.”

“Oh, I will.”

She gives you a smirk, biting her lip as you close the door behind you. The moment you're out of sight, she lets out a small laugh, shaking her head and running a hand through her hair.

“And oh what dreams they will be....”

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha all along #agatha: darkhold diaries #agatha harkness smut #smut #fem x fem #witchcraft #sapphic #lesbian

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tangerinesgf · 1 year

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Hii! Are you still doing the smut prompts? If so, can I request 2 and 19 for tangerine? 🥰 thank you!

Tangerine x fem!reader

Prompt 19; A and B go out to dinner and A gets handsy underneath the table.

Tags/warnings: 18+, smut, nsfw, public sex, fingering, Tangerine is a little shit

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long, but I just recently got my writing flow back on. I got a lot of requests for 2 and decided to only use it once in fear of repeating myself, so I went with 19 for now. Also I kind of twisted it around a little bit, I was at the cinema last week and the idea just popped into my head. Hope you enjoy it!!

Tangerine was bored.

No that was an understatement, he was on the verge of falling asleep.

You'd dragged him out to watch a movie you had apparently been waiting on since the last installement in 2019. And while Tangerine usually likes movies, he's having a real tough time sitting through this particular one.

'Mission Impossible' the title had said. He rememberd the original series back in the 80s, which he didn't love, but Tangerine also couldn't say that he hated it.

So as you practically begged him to come with you, he had given in. As much as he loved to, he didn't want to judge prematurely. It might be a good movie. Unfortunately he wasn't able to enjoy it. Tangerine constantly found himself picking at how ridiculous and unrealistic it was, much to your annoyance.

"This Ethan lad should've been dead five times already, you realize that, right?" He whispered into your ear.

"Will you quit it already?" You replied. Tangerine could feel the rising frustration radiating off of you.

"I'm just sayin', love."

"Just shut it, alright? I'm trying to follow the story, if you don't mind."

"Fine." Tangerine leaned back in his seat, trying to focus on the scene playing in front of him, but he had lost the plot a long time ago. He looked over at you, but you seemed to be lost in the story. At least one of you was enjoying it.

Then and idea popped into his head. Tangerine uncrossed his arms and moved his left hand to rest on your bare thigh. He saw your eyes slide over it, but didn't say anything.

Then slowly he started to trailing his up until it reached the hem of your skirt. Your hand was fast to grab at his wrist.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Nothing." He answered. His eyes were focused on the screen, but you could see his lips twisting up into that shit eating grin of his.

"Bullshit."

"Thought you wanted to follow the movie." You placed Tangerine's hand back on his own lap and turned your attention back to the film.

But he wasn't about to give up so easily.

Not even a minute later his hand was back under your skirt, his fingers ghosting over your panties. Satisfied when a soft gasp escaped from your lips.

He pressed two fingers down on your clothed cunt, feeling you body tense up at the sudden pressure. "Tan."

"Just watch the movie, love" He whispered. "I'm gonna need ya to tell me what happened afterwards."

"We're in public."

"Mhm." He hummed as he lazily started rubbing circles on your clit. Tangerine knew if you wanted to, you'd only have to ask him and he would stop, you never had any trouble putting him in his place before.

He gave you a moment to stop him, but when nothing came out he moved his hand higher up, slipping into your panties. He could hear your breathing getting heavier as he brushed over your cunt, gathering your slick on his fingers.

Your eyes were focused on the screen, but Tangerine could tell that's the last place your mind was at the moment. His eyes were almost burning into your face, obsessed with the way you reacted to his touch.

Slowly he pushed a single finger into your folds, lazily pumping it along your walls as he could see you biting your lip to hold back any sounds. It wasn't visible in the darkness of the cinema, but he was sure your cheeks were flushed red.

When the sound of the movie got louder with what Tangerine assumed must have been some sort of gun fight, he pushed a second finger inside.

A moan escaped your lips as he crooked both of them inside you, making you slap your own hand over your mouth, muffling any other noises. Your other hand was gripping the armrest like your life depended on it.

"Still payin' attention there?" Tangerine teased in your ear.

You briefly remove your hand to respond to his question. "Fuck off, you fuc- oh god-"

Just as you started to talk his fingers pushed back in hitting your g-spot with amazing precision. The grin on his face told you, he'd done that on purpose and if you weren't so busy trying to keep yourself quiet, you'd slap that stupid smirk off his face.

Not short after that he added a third finger, accompanied by his thumb rubbing your clit in the way he knew you liked it.

No matter how hard you tried he could hear your muffled moans from behind your hand, only making spurring him on. You'd been lucky there were no people sitting directly next to you, although he had no doubt there weren't at least a few people who'd caught on to what you were doing.

When Tangerine felt your walls clenching around his fingers he knew you were close. After a few precise thrusts he crooked his fingers again, leaning back towards your ear once more; "I know your close love, c'mon."

He dragged his fingers along your walls one last time before sweet release washed over you, knuckles white from gripping the armrest. You fell back into your chair, exhausted as Tangerine skillfully worked you through your orgasm.

Your hand dropped from your mouth onto your lap, trying to get your breathing back under control. A small whine slipped from you mouth when Tangerine pulled his fingers away. Your eyes followed him as he licked your juices off of his fingers like it was a chocolate dessert, his eyes purposefully not meeting yours.

You turned your eyes back to the screen, but the movie already seemed to be ending. You felt like it was supposed to be a cliffhanger for part 2, but since you had barely paid attention it didn't mean anything to you.

Tangerine looked at you in your blissed out state as you were trying to make sense of the rest of the movie. When the movie ended and the lights turned back on he noticed a glint of sweat on your forehead.

He pulled his handkerchief from his suit jacket and gentle wiped the sweat from your face. "This was fun, we should go to the movies more often."

A/N: disclaimer, I love Mission Impossible, this was just for the fic lol, and I just feel like Tangerine would hate those movies for some reason. Anyways hope you liked this, I for one had a lot of fun writing it.

#tangerine x reader #tangerine smut #smut prompts #tangerine x fem!reader

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ezziefox · 1 month

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The Reason Why I Can't Move On in Writing + more depressing thoughts

I think I just realized why it's so hard for me to surpass three or four chapters max when I begin to write my new books, or why I always find myself taking a break and taking forever to get back to it, and when I do, the momentum that might've never been there in the first place is lost and I don't know where to pick back up in my WIP.

I recently became more and more aware of how much time I spend on social media. But that's not the big issue I'm talking about here. It's my attention span and my anxiety.

Addressing the Anxiety

There are a lot of things in my life that I get anxiety about, and it largely comes into play whenever I'm writing in my free time. As I still attend high school, I don't get much free time, but even in my free time I fret about how much time I have. Because when I write, I love to get lost in it, listening to my music and all. But, as a person who has a strong hatred for my school especially and nothing can ever fix that hatred (the pandemic ruined everything for me in that regards), every time I open Word or some other app to begin my writing, instead of thinking about getting lost in my work and getting in the moment and writing seamlessly like I did when I first discovered Wattpad back in the summer of 2020, I instead focus on how much time I have to write what I want to.

And because of this constant timer and thought in the back of my head, instead of getting lost in what I love to do, I am instead constantly fearful and anxious of my time running out before I have to go to bed to return to the very place that depresses and maddens me to my core. And I have nothing nor no one to blame but my own mental health. But I still can never find myself liking school to at least make myself feel better. I wish I could attend a different school, even in a different country. I really wish I could have a restart so that I can have an open mind and freeer mind to continue doing what I love.

And in times when I get endless time like I've never before like summer, that idea of endless time and "soon I'll be able to do what I want to do with no push or setbacks" quickly dries up and goes out the door. Especially when my trip is close to ending, all I can ever really think about is how much time I have left. I'd rather spend it procrastinating and "having fun" whilst still realizing that it will come to an end, rather than get lost in my writing and when I shut the computer and look up, it's time for all fun to end — the free paper is burned.

I genuinely don't know how I'm going to get through this part without a complete mind reset and change of environment. As it goes for the mind reset part, my mind will never change. Not without a significant change in my life. And I hate that. But my mind refuses to be unstuck from the place it is in now.

As for...

Addressing My Short Attention Span

Because of the aforementioned anxiety with time I addressed, I've begun to consume my media (entertainment & procrastination) in short form so that it feels like I've gotten in so much fun in such a short time that I feel satisfied. How to explain this in simpler terms?.... Well.... I'm constantly fearful and anxious of my free time ending that I convince myself it's been longer than it's truly been by watching short-form content such as YT shorts, Instagram reels, and when I watch actual full-length videos, instead of watching completely through the video, I simply listen to it for a short while, and to get the gist of it and thoughts on it, I read through the comments while watching as little of it as I need to before I quickly lose interest and go find a different video to watch.

Tonight, as I write this to save it as a draft to post tomorrow, I've been trying to fix my attention span by sitting through some of the old content I used to watch, that being documentary-type videos. It's been going well so far. I've sat through all the videos and seldom went to the comment section. I didn't skip through any of them or anything like that. However, I did stop in the middle of one video to come and write this right now. I knew I could've waited until tomorrow, but I feared I wouldn't have been able too convey the emotions of realization that I am feeling right now as well and explain it as well as I am feeling it.

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I'm hoping that this truly is my issue, and that once I fix my attention span, I can at least get through writing more chapters, no matter how long it takes. I'm fully aware that especially once school starts back, so will the anxiety leeching itself onto me. But anything is better than nothing, right?

Sigh.

If you're just like me, or something like it, my advice to address and sort out your attention span. And if it's within your reach and capability, your anxiety too. It's these things that hold us back from accomplishing anything in life, and writing is something we wish to accomplish, so if you can, find a way to conquer them. Do what I currently can't.

All of this deeply saddens me. I don't know where to go next, if I even want to move, or what will find its way to me next. Needless to say, I don't have much hopes for the future, but at the same time I do.

I like to tell myself I always give up, and then I realize that I never truly do and it's always f*cking with me. Sometimes I wish I would just give up, because no matter how much I want things or desperately hope that some miracle will grant certain things in my life, I always end up f-cking myself over in the end. I am mentally f-cked and tired. No matter how many breaks I get, it never seems to be enough for me.

And I always want more. I get told I already have everything. It's just so much going on in my life from family, to friends, to my own mind that just constantly fucks me over and disregards me in every way. I don't want to drop any personal information regarding the people around me, so that's all I'm gonna say about that.

You know, today I realized that it's one thing: being a kid and never truly realizing how much something or someone in your life is mentally f-cking you over, versus growing older and you're only a teen and you realize it in real time as it's happening. Earlier I wished that I could just be the former: be a kid that doesn't realize the mental gravity and toll that's being taken on me as I have no one but my cousin in my life that truly understands me and went through the same experiences as me and it's mentally f_cked her too.

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freyaloi · 3 months

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The orb has spoken, It's time for me to speculate some more because I need to get my thoughts out.

Many have suggested the Orb is talking about Flameheart himself here... But I can't help but wonder... From the last batch and then this one... I have my doubts... What would Flameheart have to be mournfully about?

Let's entertain this for a moment because why not. It is indeed possible that Flameheart's time in the Sea of the Damned manifested his old estate... But why would he need to be collected via horse and coach? His physical form has been in the living world all this time, so surely he'd just manifest himself like any other time...

Now, the wreck the Reapers were reassembling has vanished, but we all know where that is going... However, so has the Burning blade (the sword). With Tasha supposedly now cured, according to her and Ramsey the Reapers have apparently stolen that too but why? To give to Flameheart? Probably, or maybe not, as it was done so quietly in the night, without much fanfare and the Reapers usually like to make a huge scene... (I have another theory there but that isn't what this I about right now). All of this is in keeping with the return of Flameheart, including Olga's cards.

What isn't lining up as of late is the Orb... As if it's trying to tell us something else... And there's someone else lived on an estate, possibly the very same one the Orb is referring to, who used that very same study... someone who perhaps was still dealing with grief... and was about to embark on a new life... someone we know and is very much tied to Flameheart and that glass bauble.

"...Having travelled full circles in every possible direction, Father eventually settled down on this magnificent estate, in which a small candlelit corner of the most private room I now write.

Tomorrow I will not be here.

I arranged to vanish over the horizon to retrieve myself." - Tales from the Sea of Thieves (aka Junior's journal, the very first page)

From what I understood, Junior spent the night in that room and vanished to the docks and his newly bought ship in the early hours to set sail... And while he was no doubt excited to start his new life, there was probably undoubtedly some grief... Of the things he was leaving behind, and no doubt thoughts of his father crept into his head... Of the stories, of the legends... But soon enough he'd get to see it all for himself.

While Flameheart could have done exactly the same thing when he took back off to Sea, it seems improbable given we know he came and went with decreasing regularity on his adventures while Junior was growing up, until one day he never returned and news of Flameheart's death eventually reached back home.

So unless Rare has done a lot more retconning recently than we thought... Including changing Flameheart's backstory...

I can't help but still feel the Orb is talking about Junior here... (Unless it's talking about the time Flameheart decided to deck a couple of merchants that wanted to confiscate his house, but he was pretty much broke back then so I find it unlikely lmao.)

Also, the fact Junior is missing from his usual spot in the latest trailer... Maybe it's just an oopsie on Rare's part... But they showed us the hideout for a reason., yes to show off Flameheart obviously, but I think there's a hidden message there. Maybe they just moved him for the trailer, maybe he has a new spot... But time will tell I suppose, let's see what this ornament has to say next week.

I also could just be waffling because Junior is the only character in the whole game that has caught my interest so my theories naturally have a bias I suppose, lmao. But I like discussing lore in games, even if it is just with myself.

Either way, food for thought.

Again, If you read this, props to you and thank you.

I'm am literally just brain-vomiting theories at this point, at least the semi-concrete ones because they need an out... And maybe it'll get me writing again, lmao, at least my will to draw is slowly returning.

#sea of thieves #flameheart #flameheart jr #the servant of flame #I could also be reading way to much into this and it's all a metaphor but hey #it's fun to speculate

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yandere-sins · 6 months

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it's so sad to see blogs like yours go from posting lots to basically be abandoned...i get it's because you're busy and i can't fault you for that but i miss the times where i would log in daily to read stories on these blogs...

Honestly, I'm glad I was on a mini-vacation this weekend so I didn't have the time to think about what to reply here and could overthink what I want to say to this, but I'll be honest, posting here every day is just not sustainable long-term. For no one. It's something you can do when you have no responsibilities, but as we all get older, things change and so must the things that once were our routine.

I get how you feel, I have my weekly manga that I read and I know when they come out and look forward to it. So if they were to just drop all suddenly, I'd be sad too. You get used to it and enjoy the routine, so it's like a part of you gets ripped away when it suddenly stops.

Although I can't speak for other blogs and their circumstances, I can tell you that I have recently learned that change isn't the end of the world. Even if it hurts, even if it's hard to comprehend sometimes and you catch yourself falling back into an old pattern only to be confused by it after all this time. It gets better and easier.

I am still too traumatized and burned out from three deaths in the family, taking care of my grandparents with strokes and dementia, moving, having to go back to full-time work and honestly trying to adult by myself for the first time in my life, to be able to run the blog how I'd actually want to do it. But I'm doing my best.

Sometimes I can manage, other times I learn to lower my expectations of myself. But alas, even this change is good and managable, and I'm sure, whatever the other blogs are going through, they are doing their best as well. Sometimes it'll need some patience from you until it goes back to normal, and sometimes, the change is happening but I promise you, it's okay.

There's not much to say other than that I understand, but I don't see how it could change for me at least. I hope you can come to terms with the occasional posts, but thank you for reading my writing daily, I'm glad that it was a part of your routine! ♥

#admin

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hello!! I have returned with another random thought about ADHD/neurodiversity that I feel like I've known for ages but never really had the words for it so! this is partially an infodump because I can't shut up but also if you don't mind reading my long ramble on the relationship between ND people and online spaces I would love to know your opinion because I haven't seen many people talking this?

I have written a long rambly thought dump that I'll put under the cut if you want to know the details but the TLDR is: I think something about the internet is just a lot more suited to ND people and gives us more of a place to unmask than the real world does? in my experience, the more online I was the more unmasked and happy in myself I was but when I started masking to fit in in the real world I kind of,, lost that?

I've always felt there's a very strong link between neurodivergent people and social media and well tend to gravitate towards each other (which I adore and would love to write an essay about one day when I can function better! I wanted to study it for my dissertation at uni but there wasn't really enough to go on sadly </3)

but I've also been thinking about masking and I just realised,,, in my own life at least, I feel like online I naturally unmask? and I don't know if that's because I'm around neurodivergent people online more often and them unmasking makes me feel safe to unmask or if it has more to do with the way social interactions are inherently different online (I always feel there's less room to overthink/it's less draining. I only have to think about my words rather than body language/expression/volume/how the other person is responding ect ect)?

I have been chronically online since I was about 12 and that has shaped me as a person very much (and saved me too <33) but I always felt more able to unmask online and was also more likely to actually be rewarded for it? by meeting other neurodivergent people that would talk about The Thing We Love!!

I met my best friends online and they all happen to be neurodivergent (although we didn't know at the time!) and I know this is a very common experience for neurodivergent people! and it's partly why I think the internet is so wonderful!

when I was younger I had a fanpage on Instagram that got more followers than it should've given how young I was and I'd become a part of a community I was so happy and safe in which kind of,, made up for the fact I didn't have that at all in school?

I have been having the usual quarter life crisis recently and a lot of that is because in those few years I had no friends but an online space I loved I was so sure of myself and my identity I think because I had a space I could unmask freely? I also wasn't very good at masking at school so I struggled to fit in but I was happier knowing I could be myself then trying to force myself to be something I wasn't?

eventually I did make friends irl who I adore but around that time is when I started to lose who I was, I hadn't realised until just now that the time I started fitting in with other people was the same time I stopped doing the things I loved and ended up so burned out most everyday tasks are overwhelming?

also like I see a lot of people say, getting my diagnosis taught me to start understanding how to accept myself and it changed my life for the better! my school didn't do anything to support me but I learnt a lot about myself and started to understand that I am,, different to neurotypical people and that's okay!! however,, back then the neurodoversity movement was nowhere near as great and listened to as it is now so I feel like I almost,, gave up? felt like I'd been told by the external world so many times that I had to mask that I learnt how to?

i think unconsciously I started masking instead of trying to grow towards self acceptance like I was before. but with the way the wider world is talking about neurodiversity now I feel like the whole concept of unmasking is more acceptable now? also I am an adult that can make my own decisions not a 13 year old that has teachers and other 13 year olds so I don't have to deal with people not accepting me the way I did when I was younger?

idk if that makes any sense but I have many thoughts about masking ! thank you for reading <3

#ramblings

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wetcatspellcaster · 28 days

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Writer Interview Game

thank you so much for tagging me @eraserspiral !!!!

When did you start writing?

I wrote a lot of 'original fiction' as a teen, including a couple of TERRIBLE novels, that were essentially just a grab bag of all the books i was reading at the time. School (and in hindsight, grief) stopped this around 16-18, and then a very high pressure degree at a high profile university seemingly killed off my love of writing entirely.

I got back into writing at 26... weirdly?? just before the panini?? (january 2020, did past-me feel something in the water and know i'd need to hold onto any crumb of serotonin for dear life??) I had just finished my PhD applications, and after sinking so many hours and so many words into the most joy sucking series of forms I've ever encountered, I decided I wanted to write something fun for a change!

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I don't write smut. I read a LOT of smut.

But in terms of themes, I tend to write in worlds/fantasy settings where we can all pretend that capitalism doesn't exist, or that if it does exist, the protagonist is winning at it. I really like speculative fiction (sf and fantasy) that tackles capitalistic themes/poverty well - this has been on my mind recently bc of an arc in a D&D game I've been playing, where my wonderful DM has essentially gone 'capitalism bad' but then let us do something about it <3

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

I find it hard to know what my writing 'is like'... not bc it's wildly unique or anything, but just bc I don't think I can see my own influences that clearly (if anyone wants to drop me some comparisons in the askbox, go for it, I'm curious!)

But in terms of writers I want to emulate, at the chatty/colloquial end it's T Kingfisher and Sarah Rees Brennan, who have a good handle on when to hit emotionally or on high fantasy register, and then when to have really grounded/human moments that make their characters incredibly relatable (and often very funny). At the high fantasy end, it's Shannon Chakraborty, Ann Leckie, Nghi Vo, Silvia Moreno Garcia. They write haunting and engaging narratives!

And, of course, I'm always trying to muster an ounce of whatever the fuck Howl/Sophie had going on.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

I use my desk for work/thesis and want to exclusively keep it that way, so my writing space is actually just on the corner of the sofa in my living room, with my legs crossed, a blanket, and a cup of tea. No music, pure autistic silence (but also bc my laptop speaker is broken). Scotland gets dark for a long time in the winter, so it's usually pretty cosy vibes. It's probably not good for me, as I get a LOT of leg cramp.

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Honestly, not to be tsundere about it... but maybe ignore the muse a little? If you've burned out or you're trying to brute force a scene, all you're doing is guilting yourself into being productive. With fic writing, especially, you should be doing it to have fun, not bc you feel like you have to. So if the words aren't coming, do other things for a bit. Go on a day trip, hang out with friends, do chores or read something. In my experience, my brain doesn't stay quiet for long, and ideas for my current project will come to me when i'm not trying to squeeze them out of myself like toothpaste.

Sometimes the well runs dry! Rather than feel terrible about it, be kind to yourself, and wait for rain x

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

Hahahahaha, let's not talk about how I keep placing people into the worst versions of themselves and then have them improve and earn love anyway, regardless of if they deserve it. Or how I'm interested in characters who feel a wealth of emotion they hide from everyone behind a mask of either performed indifference, wilful charm, or simply bc they can't articulate it in the socially correct way. Or women who think 'if I cannot be beautiful or loveable, I will be competent', and the men who-

Anyway, introvert x extrovert pairings, amirite? Everything else is shown to me in a vision (my therapist reaches a dead end in my session as I insist nothing is wrong, asks me about my fanfic, and then delivers me a laundry list of the stuff I'm currently coping with. Lowest point: being told im IDing through the fucking DARKLING, on one project. That man is a war criminal, and I dont look like Ben Barnes).

What is your reason for writing?

In the beginning, I think it was pure comfort. I'd just come out of a period of extreme depression, and wanted to hallucinate some characters in love.

But recently, and going forward, I think it is a genuine exercise in proficiency. I thought my writing was so terrible that I said 'I couldn't write', for so fucking long. I now genuinely think this is something I'm good at, and that is something it has taken me so very long to believe, and even longer to say. I am a very self-deprecating person. I have so few things I feel good at, or that I think bring something worthwhile to the table. As academia delivers me blow after blow and the world leaves me feeling worthless, I am going to cling to this until my hands bleed.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

focusing on the 'motivation' part of this question... I think the comments that happen to land on the one specific thing that matters to me, those are the ones that hit hardest. It happens rarer than you'd think. part of the joy of fanfiction comments is the wealth of different reader interpretations, with people seeing things in your own work that you've never noticed. All interpretations are amazing, especially the ones that show you a blindspot you never considered. But when a reader hits the nail fucking on the head (gets a 'gold star in reading comprehension'), that's the most motivating, and makes me want to open my document and write the next chapter. Because I know then that at least one person out there 'gets it', and is fully on board with the story I want to tell.

But that is a very selfish, specific feeling. All comments are motivation, and all reader interpretations have value!

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

Idk if this seems weird or a disingenuous answer but... as a person?? Writing a story for fun? Pieces was a very cool and special experience, but it was very unexpected. I wasn't and never considered myself to be a 'big name fan'. I never want to enter any kind of popularity contest, and I never want to be beholden to people who are reading a story I am writing for fun. Very funny to have a story blow up when you have weird feelings about attention lmfao. Like don't get me wrong, absolutely amazing to ride such a huge tide of support, but this was meant to be my silly introvert hobby :')

I also hope they think my writing is good!! obviously!! i know it can't be everything everyone wants all the time, but you know!! i think it's neat!! I hope y'all think it's neat!! plz and thank!!!

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

lmao eraserspiral's reply to this question was a fucking mood. (just deleted it in my template to make space).

I guess... I know how to flesh out a character, and a character voice. I think I can establish a character's personality, their strengths and their flaws, and have them consistently become the vehicle for both progression and some very real, understandable mistakes. I think chapters from different perspectives feel distinct, and that when development in either direction (bad or good) happens, it feels earned.

idk man, this is a hard one to answer when depressed :')

How do you feel about your own writing?

At the end of the day, it's a lifeline. Sometimes I keep very much to myself and I protect it fiercely, because it's one of the only things that kept me going at certain points in the last few years. At my lowest, I've often wondered for what, if anything, I'll be remembered for or what I'll leave behind... and now I actually have things! 12 whole stories, where once there was nothing! Sure, it's fanfic! But some people's favourite fanfic. None of it is perfect, but it all matters to me, and we're now at the point (4 years in) where I am starting to slowly realise how it has changed me as a person, and will continue to change me going forward.

I want to start on some original ideas once my thesis is over, vivaed and done, but I don't currently see my writing as anything something I can make into a career, bc I need to keep the joy in it as the joy literally keeps me alive :')

tagging: @imscissorbladez, @pricemarshfield, @blarfshnorgull, @violacae, @dededrabbles, @brabblesblog - no pressure, just trying to share this tag game to more groups/social circles! :) x

#tag games #my writing #this one got heavy unfortunately! but it is what it is!

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siriannatan · 4 months

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I'm back with dragon Scott propaganda

I was writing a different thing and then had an epiphany. And then this happened. It got a bit more steamy and suggestive than o intended but I like the final result 😉

Warning: A/B/O/ nudity / suggestive / Scott being a menace

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55694242/chapters/142536340

fWhip felt weird since the moment he woke up. Even if his draconic side manifested rather recently he noticed he was warmer than usual. All his clothes felt strange. Not like itchy or anything. Just something he couldn't name felt wrong. Like really wrong.

But he ignored it. It was probably just anxiety to do with Scott coming to talk about Rivendell rejoining the Wither Rose Alliance. Talking to Scott always made him feel weird so it wasn't that big of a deal.

But when he was sitting opposite Scott, massive table between them, and absolutely couldn't focus on anything but his lips and how his pale blue scales reflected the sun he realised that something was wrong. Since when did he care how soft Scott's hair looks? Or his horns? Or anything but how hard he was to get along with?

“fWhip? Count fWhip?” Scott suddenly snapped his fingers right in front of his face and fWhip shook off some of the fog. “Are you okay? You've been spacing out a lot,” Scott sighed, arms folding on his chest. fWhip's eyes unable to look away… Why did he want Scott to hold him?

“I'm fine, I think…” fWhip grinned, so professional. Gem would smack him with her staff if she saw.

Scott just sighed, got up and as fWhip was about to apologise and try to salvage the day walked towards fWhip and not the door. fWhip blinked a few times to make sure. Nope. Scott was suddenly sat on the edge of the table right by fWhip. Looking at him with an unreadable expression before grinning widely.

“Oh this is hilarious,” the half-dragon half-elf chuckled. fWhip didn't ask what was oh so hilarious. He was too busy sighing and melting as Scott's ice cold hand touched his forehead. “You're probably usually warm but you're absolutely burning up. Thinking about it, you only recently awakened your dragon's blood, no?”

“Wha… yeah, hasn't even been a month,” fWhip managed no nod without sounding too dumb.

“So you probably have no idea what your second gender is,” Scott hummed, cold finger tracing fWhip's jawline.

“What the hell are you on about,” fWhip rolled his eyes but felt himself grow even warmer.

“Dragons don't have two genders like most other creatures. They have three. Alpha, beta and omega. Only two of them are capable of reproduction,” fWhip could not believe he thought Scott giving him dragon biology lesson was sexy. “And we, as half-dragons get one of the three genders on top of our normal gender,” Scott finished with a toothy grin that has fWhip blushing. Or was he blushing before that?

“And yours would be?” fWhip asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Alpha, and considering how delicious you smell at the moment, I think you're an omega. Lucky for us, unlike an actual dragon, it doesn't make you capable of carrying a child,” Scott mused, his grin growing as he leaned forward, looming dangerously, and unfairly attractively, over fWhip. “And I think you might be slowly going into heat, meaning you should find a room and lock it well unless you want us to share a bed for the next few days,” he chuckled darkly and fWhip whimpered. He freaking whimpered at just his damn words.

“Wha… Why?” fWhip asked a bit dumbly.

“Because, alphas like omegas a lot and I'm already having a hard time not bending you over this table,” Scott hugged out a cold cloud before leaning back. There was a light blush tinting his cheeks. “At this point it's probably too late to make me leave your house,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. fWhip wanted his hands in Scott's hair.

At least his mind was slightly clearer with Scott huffing that cold breath into his face. “So I should lock myself and what? Wait for it to stop?” He huffed, annoyed to not know something about himself.

“Masturbate,” Scott tossed casually with a shrug. “What? You'll be in heat anytime now, meaning, you'll be super horny and desperate to get fucked, fWhip,” Scott said pushing away from the table.

fWhip's eyes widened in terror. There was no way he was ever letting anyone…. Maybe Scott… no. No one was ever touching him that way.

“Okay, I'll go and lock myself away then,” fWhip decided as a cold shiver ran along his spine and abruptly stood up causing his chair to clatter to the ground.

As soon as he took one step his legs gave out. He whimpered again as he heard Scott grumble something in elven. He more felt and smelt the other half-dragon approach. He refused to look up, closing his eyes tightly for good measure. He must look so pathetic, he thought before Scott picked him up.

Princess carry was impossible on account of wings, so Scott simply wrapped fWhip's arms and legs around his neck and waist and hoisted him up. “Try to not rub against me too much, okay,” he chuckled and fWhip grumbled in annoyance. “Yeah, yeah, you're a scary omega, I know,” Scott chuckled, far too close to fWhip's ear and carried him off.

To fWhip's guest bedroom where he's been staying. “Don't worry, I have no intention of touching you, but my smell will probably help you so no complaining,” Scott explained his decision once fWhip was sat, curled up, on the bed. “I'll lock the door and get everyone to leave,” he said and turned to leave.

fWhip was faster and grabbed his sleeve. He had no clue why. Just did. “Umm… is it really necessary?” He asked, not quite willing to let Scott go. He suddenly was smelling really nice okay.

“I have no choice but to stay unless you want me doing something dumb like asking Gem for her blessings to court you, then yes,” at least Scott's snarkiness was still there.

fWhip groaned. No, he did not want that. Gem still was wary of Scott. But he also didn't want to let go of Scott's sleeve.

With a sigh the elven king removed his short, military style jacket and wrapped it around fWhip's head with a chuckle. “There, if you like it so much then have it.”

And freaking left.

fWhip groaned as he sprawled out on the bed. Whole room smelled like Scott. His jacket was still around fWhip's head. And he felt warmer than the day he suddenly sprouted wings, tail and so on.

Well, he gave himself an excuse. This is his guest room. In his house. So he can do whatever he wants. Even get naked save for Scott's jacket around his shoulders.

fWhip had no clue how long his heat lasted. But felt thoroughly humiliated as soon as he woke up with a clearer mind. He refused to think about everything he's done while imagining it was Scott doing it, and much more, to him.

And by gods. Scott absolutely must have heard him moaning like some whore.

Why must he remember the whole heat?

He yelped as there was a knock on the door. “Hello? fWhip?” Scott asked, far too cheeky for what fWhip's just been through. “Are you awake, too tired to speak or still sleeping?”

“Five minutes,” fWhip grumbled realising the state he was in. He wasn't meeting anyone while naked and sticky with sweat and… other stuff.

“Need a bath? I can carry you?” Scott oh so graciously offered. Yeah, right. He probably just wanted to make fun of fWhip.

But going to the main bath did sound tempting. Soaking in warm water was always tempting. But now with how sticky and in pain everywhere he was? To hell with shame he thought. “Is it still us in the manor?” He asked, just to be careful.

Upon a confirmation he wrapped himself in a blanket and accepted Scott's generous offer.

Seeing Scott walk in, in the same outfit as when it started. Minus the jacket but we know where that was, under the bed. Wasn't something he was ready for so he curled up tighter as his imagination started to work.

“What? All my stuff was here, fWhip, and your clothes are too small for me,” he rolled his eyes as he picked fWhip up. Not really bothering with the blanket.

fWhip tried to protest but was ultimately far too tired. And Scott was pleasant chilly after everything. So he just his his face in Scott's shoulder, thankful there was one less layer to keep the cold in.

“Wash of first before getting in, I'll go get us something to change into,” Scott declared once fWhip was sat in the bathroom. A bit fazed as he stared to doze off in Scott's arms. To his own absolute humiliation.

Us? fWhip wanted to aske but didn't really care enough to voice it. It was a bit too late to feel shy around Scott. He decided with a sigh as he slowly and meticulously washed off all the stickiness.

Scott was back shortly after fWhip slinked into the water and got comfy with his head on his arms over the edge. He looked up to say something but Scott was undressing so he looked back down and closed his eyes.

“No questions? Who are you and what have you done with fWhip,” Scott joked and fWhip huffed in annoyance. Can't he be just pretty? Who needs that and wit?

“Does anything similar happen to you?” He asked, barely cracking one eye open. He didn't have to see Scott naked just yet.

“Yes. You're lucky my rut happened recently so it was harder to trigger.”

“And if it did?”

“No door would keep you safe,” Scott practically purred. At least to fWhip's brain it sounded like he did. Why did he suddenly wish Scott did badge in on him? “What? You like the idea?” The elf chuckled and fWhip just blushed like mad.

“How often?” He asked instead of gratifying that with a response.

“Once a season, and since we're in late spring I think you'll always fall towards the end of it,” Scott hummed, joining fWhip in the big bath. Why did he have to sit thi close? Their wings were almost touching and neither of them had them open all that wide. And why with his back to the edge? Elbows over it to keep him from floating away.

fWhip was tempted to push away and just float for an hour or two. The water here was naturally hot and heat didn't bother him anymore so he didn't have to worry.

“Annoying,” he hummed, doing just that and shifting to lay on his back once sufficiently far from Scott. “What?”

“Nothing, you're just cute,” Scott chuckled stretching out his wings. Blue and white looked annoyingly good on him.

“Gem's gonna hate you so much more once she hears of this,” fWhip grinned, secretly eyeing Scott's collarbones. They were too perfect, pale and unblemished. He wanted to bite him.

“Well, she probably already did, your advisors and staff weren't too happy when I kicked them out,” Scott chuckled dryly.

“What did you tell them?” fWhip asked. A bit worried. Well, if Scott did tell them the truth then it saved him the need to explain.

“The truth,” of course he did. “I’m assuming some went to Gem to verify,” he added and loud shout of fWhip's name reached them. “There she is,” Scott grimaced and swam away, to the other edge.

fWhip just floated. Watching with mild amusement as Gen rushed in, followed by Pearl and Sausage.

“Hi Gem, did you know dragons get heats?” fWhip grinned as they realised that he and Scott were naked and in the bath. Like there was anything else to do in this part of fWhip's manor.

“Talk to me once you're done,” Gem said, face the shade of her hair and pulled Pearl along as she left. Sausage just whistles, shot Scott a wink and followed them.

fWhip was so looking forward to it. But first he had another like hour and a half of soaking to do.

#my stuff #my stories #empires smp #fanfiction #empiresshipping #empires fwhip #empires scott #suggestive

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