#i'm still trying to figure it out lol. all i do is train and sleep 😭 but I'll fit this back in eventually

[giggly-squiggily]

H2D ARE REALLY OPEN?!?! (I'm just excited, am not yelling at you lol)

Okayyy so ever since S3 I've been craving something with genya shinazugawa and I was looking for the right person to ask and I believe that person would be you :3

Hm.. I dunno how to ask this as if it were a headcanon lol- so uh could you do sanemi helping genya go to sleep after like a nightmare? Or something like that- slight fluff if that's okay, if not that's perfectly fine! I headcanon this just cuz well, we all know sanemi loves his little brother and I feel like if he was in the mood he would actually be "nice?" to him??

Feel free to decline this request ofc <3

🐸 - anon

{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}

YESH! (No worries excited/happy yelling is always welcome!) This got a bit more heavy then planned but eh- we're rolling with it! I hope you like it, Froggy! (And don't worry- I do have some Sanemi Genya tickly antics planned in the future if you were looking for that :3)

CW: Swearing, sick-fic (nothing graphic, just a fever), angst, Demon Slayer Swordsmith Village Spoilers.

“He has a fever- we want to monitor him overnight in case it gets worse. I know you don’t want to hear it but I figured I’d tell you while you’re here.”

Damn that Shinobu! Why’d she have to go and give him the Genya update? It was absolutely plotted- she knew once she said “Genya” and “Collapsed” in the same sentence he’d freak. He was originally going off to train with Tomioka, but now here he was- sitting by his sleeping, flushed brother with a bucket of cold water and rags.

Damn her and her direct attacks at his soft spots!

Damn Giyu for being so freaking understanding and wishing Genya better health!

Damn the small part of him that couldn’t walk away when his brother got sick…

“You freaking brat- who told you to overwork yourself like this?” Sanemi growled as he glared at his brother, expression softening some at the pinched look he wore. “Genya?”

“Mmm…n-no. No! Stay away…please…no, brother-!”

Sanemi felt his heart drop. Was Genya…dreaming of him?

“Please! Brother-brother! Don’t take him away! Please-” Genya was squirming in the sheets, fists shaking as they clutched the fabric knuckle white. He was sweating- definitely delirious. Tears pricked in the corners of his eyes as he weakly called out. “N-Nemi! Nemi, where are you?”

“Shhh, I’m right here. I’m right here.” Sanemi moved before he could think, closing the distance between him and Genya as he clutched his hand. “I’m right here…Nemi’s right here.”

“N-Nemi?” Tears leaked, racing down Genya’s face. “Ne-emi, I’m so-sorry!”

“I know.” Sanemi squeezed his hand tighter.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry- I c-couldn’t..I couldn’t s-save you…”

“You did. I’m right here. I’m saved…You did good, kid.” Sanemi spoke, voice hoarse from the sudden lump in his throat. “Don’t worry…N-Nemi’s here.”

Genya took a few shaking breaths, eyes hidden by the wet rag across his brow. When he stopped moving and his breathing returned to a sleepy pace, Sanemi carefully replaced the rag with another, pressing the back of his hand against Genya’s cheek. It was cooler- still feverish, but better. Good- he’d be okay.

“You saved me more times than you realize, Genny. You’re one of the only reasons I haven’t rolled over and died yet.” Sanemi spoke, voice barely above a whisper as he brushed his brother’s hair back, the same way he did when they were kids. “So get better, and stop worrying so much, okay? I’ll…I’ll try to be better for you. I promise.”

The next morning, Genya woke up fever free and alone. Strangely enough, his chest felt just a tad lighter than before. 

“Huh… think I dreamt of brother last night."

[sassenach082]

i'm curious: since mav is bradley's legal guardian (permanent, I assume) does that mean he's probably on shore assignments (or top gun, i guess) for the majority of his naval career instead of what he does in the original canon (quits top gun, never goes back to teach after that first time, presumably is on deployment a lot before he gets in trouble for something and gets put in the test pilot program?) that's an interesting prospect to me since it seems similar to a lot of pre-tgm fic, where mav just... like, stayed at top gun after '86, and never left, but obvi in most of that, he didn't have a kid to take care of. i mean, things probably change a lot after bradley... maybe cuts ties in the 00s?? if the pulling papers things still happens, but with all the family support and no mention of carole ever explicitly telling mav in the beginning about not letting bradley fly, i'm also curious how that plays out too since it's also probably v canon-divergent. and also — how do u think ice's career trajectory goes? ive seen many takes on how he got to compacflt lol

Hey nonnie! Whew, buckle up, I have a lot of thoughts.

They're going to be at Top Gun for a while, but they won't be staying there. Ice will come back later on, but Mav will be doing other things. This is going to be long and rambly so if you want to read (and aren't bothered by vague spoilers) more under the cut!

With wars coming up they're going to be shifted around back to active duty flying, particularly in Desert Storm. Mav figures out a way to make it work but he refuses to let Ice go without him, and Bradley gets it because he's a military kid. They also aren't going to always be together; actually, they spend quite a few years apart, which is going to hurt my heart to write.

They try to stick to the West Coast. I don't know how much you know about the Navy, but the two main hubs are San Diego and Norfolk, Virginia. In real life they shifted Top Gun out to Fallon, Nevada, but since in the canon of the movie it's still in Fightertown it will be staying there. Most Naval Aviators on the west coast are actually stationed at Lemoore, a base in the middle of California which is a bit of a shithole if my cousin Jay is to be believed, lol, while the east coast aviator hub is Oceania, Virginia. Aviators go through cycles of on a ship, leaving a ship, and then into fleet replacement training to go back on a ship. As soon as my cousin the aviator gets a good night sleep I'm going to pick his brain more about it. If anyone reading this is an aviator or knows one hit me up! I adore my cousin but talking is not his superpower. I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS.

Anyway to answer your question it's going to be a bit roundabout. IRL you have to have a plan for your dependents in case of deployment and Mav gets it figured out with Ice's help as for who will watch Bradley which will be a whole other can of worms but I don't think Mav or Ice are the type to watch their friends go off to war without them. I haven't fleshed it all the way out but Mav is going to CHOOSE the test pilot path, mostly because it keeps him close to Bradley, and he's going to be doing some special ops shit because in my brain that's literally the only reason the kids in the movie have no fucking clue who he is even though they've all been to Top Gun and walked past his picture EVERY DAY in the atrium, haha.

He's still Mav so yes he will still be pissing off Admirals.

As for Ice, I haven't figured out exactly how I want to get him there I'm still doing research. I do know that they have to command ships so at some point he'll get a carrier most likely because he's Ice and who the hell better to hand a carrier to, in my opinion. He leaves the sky fairly early in his career if you look at the whole span of it, partly because flying is something he loves but doesn't define him like it does for Mav, and this way he can keep Mav up there doing what he loves while he also gets to climb the ladder. It's a lot of politics which I hate so I'll be grumpy about having to research all that shit but I mean COME ON, it's Ice. Of course he gets a fucking Fleet. I also headcanon that the Joint Chiefs are beating his door down and he's just like that Obama eye meme saying THEN PERISH because he likes being able to go to the ocean to escape them.

Anyway back to the Navy, not sure if you or anyone who is into Top Gun knows this, but Ice is quite literally AS HIGH as you can go in the Navy. There hasn't been a Fleet Admiral (with the five stars) since Nimitz died in '66 and has only ever been held by four dudes: William Leahy, Ernest King, Chester Nimitz, and William Halsey Jr. (names you may recognize if you know your WWII Naval history but I digress). So basically four-star Admiral is IT, like that is the top of the ladder, unless you get asked to join the Joint Chiefs of Staff and work directly with the president. Tom likes to be in charge of things so I think the Joint Chiefs would be hard for him - they have no direct control over the Navy at all and it's a desk job in Washington D.C.

Maybe one day he could become the Secretary of the Navy, but I don't know if I can see Tom doing that, tbh. They have to be 5 years removed from military service at minimum. So I dunno. Still up in the air as far as Tom! Right at this moment he's being an asshole on an aircraft carrier in 1987, so there's that.

[actress4him]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 7 - Obsession

Surprise! I haven't forgotten that this story exists lol. This piece takes place immediately after Cadence's first captivity, before she moves and changes her name and hair, so it's a prequel to the main canon. If you're new to this series, it does sound like I'm implying noncon a couple of times in this, but Oliver does not do noncon.

Taglist: @justplainwhump , @whump-ventures

Masterlist

No. 7: “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

Contains: lady whump, long term captivity, conditioned whumpee, stalker, creepy/intimate whumper, fear of recapture

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He’d let her go.

He’d let her go, and Cadence still can’t figure out why. Days and weeks and months of pain and torment and making sure that she knows without a doubt, in nearly every possible way, that she belongs to him, then he just…let her go.

It doesn’t make sense.

It has to be some kind of trick, right? There’s no way he’s done with her. He didn’t grow tired of her, he was still doing the same exact things up until this morning, including whispering in her ear how perfect she is and how she’ll always be his. In fact, he told her as he was dropping her off in the middle of this unfamiliar street that he’d see her again soon.

So it can’t be over. He’s watching her somehow right now, she has no doubt. This is just another one of his games. She never expected him to go this far, to actually let her outside the warehouse where he’s been keeping her all of this time, but he does love his games. Loves to find new ways to mess with her head, to watch her struggle and attempt in vain to hold on to the tiny little slivers of hope and dignity that she has left, only to fall further into his clutches each time.

This time, she gets the feeling he wants to build up her hope. He wants her to believe that she’s actually free, so that he can laugh and feel more powerful than ever when he swoops back in and snatches her up again.

Well, she doesn’t believe it. She’s not going to believe it, ever. He did his job well, she knows who she belongs to, it’s carved into her skin and the deepest recesses of her mind. There’s absolutely no way that he’ll leave her alone for long.

So she walks aimlessly, waiting for him to appear. The sun is far too bright, too warm. She hasn’t even seen the sun in…how long has it been, anyway? It doesn’t matter, because it isn’t over. She’s going back any minute now. There’s no need to count the days, to think about what could be, to try and find anyone to tell her story to. She knows better. If she tells anyone, they meet the same fate as her. 

A car drives by, and Cadence nearly jumps out of her skin. She nearly forgot that life existed out here, in the real world. That people were still driving around, going to work, running errands, going home to their families and friends and sleeping soundly in their own beds every night. She used to have that kind of life, too. She doesn’t remember what it was like, anymore.

The farther she walks, the noisier it gets, and she flinches at each sound. Every car she expects to be his. Every corner she passes, she’s sure he’s waiting around. 

Instead, she finds herself wandering alone down a street she actually recognizes. These stores and restaurants are ones she’s been to before. Back when she had a normal life. Back before she belonged to him. 

A real, live person passes her on the sidewalk, wrinkling their nose and eyebrows in her direction. She knows why. He likes to show her herself in the mirror. She looks like a ghost. She feels like a ghost, haunting her own past.

Cadence turns onto a quieter street and keeps waiting for him to show up. Only, he doesn’t. The too-bright, too-warm sun begins sinking behind the distant skyscrapers, but she’s still alone. This is lasting much longer than she’d expected. Then again, his games aren’t meant to be easily understood, and he has no reason to worry about leaving her out here. He knows just how well trained she is. He’s confident in his work, confident that she’ll behave even without his constant presence.

Darkness falls. She has no energy left, didn’t really have any when she started walking hours ago, but she doesn’t know what else to do. It’s only when she realizes she’s been slowly edging her way toward her old apartment that she realizes that’s probably where he is. He knows where it is, after all. He showed her pictures one time of himself inside of it - lying in her bed, sitting on her couch, eating at her table. That has to be it. He’s waiting on her to give in, to go home, to decide he’s not coming back and try to go back to life before him.

So that’s what she does. There’s no use fighting it. She’s not enjoying any of this taste of freedom, anyway, she might as well end this game as soon as possible so that she doesn’t have to suffer through the anticipation anymore. Doing what he wants is always the best solution.

It hurts, dragging herself up the stairs to the second floor apartment, but she arrives at the door and stares for a long moment. Her floral wreath is still on the door, her worn welcome mat sitting neatly underneath it. She’d half expected someone else to have moved in. Why hasn’t someone else moved in? Yes, she knew he’d been here at some point partway through her time with him, so it was clearly still hers then, but it hadn’t clicked until now that she hasn’t been paying rent for quite some time and there’s no reason she shouldn’t have been evicted. 

It has something to do with him, she’s sure. 

She has no key. If he dropped her off close enough for her to walk here and made sure that it still belonged to her, though, then he must have intended for her to get inside. She tries the knob, it’s locked. Stooping down with a cringe and hitched breath, she looks underneath the mat. Sure enough, there’s a brass key. 

The apartment is dark, and smells musty. Her heart is in her throat, waiting for him to step out and smile at her. She waits a moment in the darkness, then reaches over with a shaking hand and flips the light on, wincing at the sudden brightness. Almost immediately she turns it back off, then back on again. One is too dark, the other too bright. But she’d rather be able to see him coming, so on it stays. 

All of her things are still here. Besides the thick layer of dust, it looks exactly like she left it. Over there is the kitchen and the small table where he sat and ate his meal. Closer by is the sofa where he lounged, propping his feet on the coffee table. In the next room is the queen sized bed that he laid across, resting his head on the pillow. 

That’s probably where he’s waiting now. She walks in, heart pounding, and flicks that light on, too. But it’s empty. Her bed is made, her empty glass still sitting on the bedside table. She goes to the bathroom, there’s nothing there. Checks the closets, the back deck, under the bed and inside the shower, moving quickly and frantically now. 

He’s not here. She was sure he would be here waiting for her.

But again, he has all the power. Of course it wouldn’t be anything that she would expect. He’ll be here, though. He’ll come back for her. She belongs to him. She’ll never be free of him, he told her so. Refusing to get her hopes up is the only way that she can beat him, even if it does mean she’s playing right into his hand by continuing to believe everything he says about her.

It really doesn’t matter what she does. He always wins.

She might as well sit and rest a little while she waits for him. She looks at the bed, then the couch, then picks a spot against the living room wall to sink to the floor, hugging her knees to her chest. 

He’ll be back soon.

[mamamittens]

Well, we have a game plan but the coming weeks will be quite illuminating about if we'll need to take out loans to consolidate pre existing debt.

The "Oh Shit Sale" is still ongoing btw, which basically means half off commissions and the chance to sponsor a chapter of a fic I haven't updated for $20 bucks (ABSOLUTELY A LAST RESORT FOR ME AND NOT IN ANY WAY GOING TO CONTINUE ONCE I FEEL COMFORTABLE IN MY CURRENT FINANCIAL STRIFE).

I will be very glad to announce the sale has ended but for the moment, it is still very much active.

Anyway, time for something less depressing! Like rambling about my new pokemon OC until I feel able to go to sleep!

So, I have a very definied look for Edna during work hours. Very... Althetic chic? Idk, she's wearing leggings and sleeveless mock turtleneck, it's very much A Look. So I was trying to figure out what her 'comfy' wear would be.

Personality wise it would make sense for her to prefer comfy, soft fabrics. She doesn't like conflict despite being very fit, as her workout routine is stress relief, which is why her normal outfit is so athletically inclined. My roomie suggested sweater dresses? But I'm not committed yet.

Whatever style it is, I want it to be cute and very... Soft? Like, cuddling would be so fucking amazing. Perhaps sweats and thick sweaters. Like a lazy librarian?

And her hair... It's already down for her main look, save random braids from her Pokemon friends. And that much hair would be heavy as shit so idk if she'd pull it up. Doubt she'd bother wearing her Togapi beanie though. Maybe one big braid with little braids throughout since she has time to let them actually do her whole hair. Just a thick, chunky braid lol

I also put some thought into how her job works. I doubt they'd be so slave driving she'd drop off a package and immediately return. She'd likely have a bulk delivery to a region she needs to complete in a certain time frame and as long as she's not late, it's fine. So in her off hours she'd likely be cleaning out whatever housing she owns in the area of her aunt's personal affects, saving them for her folks when it's sentimental or donating. I like to imagine her ordering local, sometimes with her most recent troublesome client as an apology for making her jump through hoops to deliver a package THEY ORDERED.

I imagine all of her aunt's properties are decked out for housing pokemon and eggs. So she's well prepared for the shenanigans her aunt's charm brings.

As for why she doesn't do pokemon breeding, well aside from ruining the egg gag if it's on purpose, she just doesn't have the eye for it. Edna really loves pokemon so she wouldn't have the heart to critically evaluate a Pokemon's worth the way her aunt did. She could absolutely do it if given time, but she'd just end up adopting all the 'failed' attempts, which isn't viable. She also wouldn't be able to stand people that would pay for such services as they'd likely be very dismissive of any perceived lack in a pokemon.

For sleeping arrangements, Yolky has preferential treatment as a rule. And also because they wind up as the smallest in her party, even by Togepi/Togetic/Togekiss standards, being slightly smaller than the smallest known measurement. (I may fudge numbers a bit cause it's infamously unclear how tf these professors are measuring these pokemon, so maybe Yolky's final form is measured by wingspan?) And Baby and Danny sleep nearby depending on where they are. For storms, Danny likes to keep watch with Helper (who never really sleeps to begin with, literally keeping ghostly vigil and watching over any eggs) and Baby likes to sleep on Edna's legs if Danny is present. Particularly once they evolve into an alpha Sylveon (as yet another joke on Yolky's expense, he's so mad about that).

Parcel has insomnia so they often stay up with Helper but do enjoy napping as they travel on trains and such. If they can manage, they like sleeping against Edna's back/hair.

As part of the universal weirdness concerning people casually carrying around incredibly heavy pokemon, there are many times where Edna doesn't even notice one of her Pokemon are asleep in her hair, using braids as footholds or securing points. Usually Yolky, especially once Danny starts braiding her hair with his poison spit to prevent frizz. Accidentally boosts all of their poison resistance with this stunt but he's not sorry, just embarrassed.

If it's Yolky in her hair, he's often mistaken for a massive bow, not helped by his unique, shiny-bred appearance.

Ah, for reference, Baby is a shiny Eevee that evolves into Sylveon. Danny (Cadenza) is a shiny Toxitricity. Parcel is a shiny Delibird (from work, she doesn't hatch or find this one). And Helper (Little Helper) is a shiny-bred Chandelure from her aunt that she inherited with many properties and a 'Happy Egg Charm' that unbeknownst to Edna, spawns increasingly rare eggs on top of determining viability of eggs, compatibility of two pokemon, and if an egg is shiny.

It's the main gag, it's a whole thing and I'm having a blast imagining it.

Edna usually gives the Pokemon or eggs to local professors, fueling a massive conspiracy in every region about how tf she gets these rare eggs. Only the professor from her home region knows the truth cause he's familiar with her family and aunt. But he just never seems to get the chance to explain. Whoops.

[the-whispers-of-death]

more titbits about my ocs

Hazzard became radio active due to an unfortunate stint in Chernobyl. the merc group was getting paid hella cash to hunt down some people and said people didn't want to get caught so they booked it in a random direction that just happened to be radioactive. the groups commander was the type of man to care more for results and money than his soldiers so he ordered them to advance anyway (while they had no protective gear against the radiation) Hazzard in all his wisdom went after them and of course got their asses but spent just a little too long in there and the radiation got him. now he didn't really get sick or anything (i have an au where he got cancer from it and that's the reason Romanas joined tf 141, to pay for treatment) but the radiation stayed on him. the thing that saved him was probably his height (205 cm) and density (man is built like a brick tank). Romanas, who was on the mission with him spent three days throwing up from the radiation (and stress from almost loosing Hazzard but he won't tell anyone that). Johan made fun of him. so yeah it's not fully fleshed out and i might rework it but that's the main idea on how Hazzard became radioactive (there's also a version where it happens because of a lab accident but idk because most of Hazzards backstory is a lab lol)

now Void is a different egg. you see i have the "now" and "after" of his story figured out but the "before" is beyond me. i was of the mind that the fact i don't have much of a backstory for him only adds to the whole "nobody knows anything about him" bit. i was planning on making him a lab experiment gone rouge (since commander did find him in the woods eating a deer carcass. after that the guy just appeared in the groups base) but idk about that. what i am certain on is that his tongue and vocal chords were removed surgically. who did it and why we may never know (i have like two certain story points for his backstory but i think the lack of it kind of adds to it y'know? he's Void just Void nobody knows anything about him)

also Selga trying to feed people has everything to do with the fact that food depravation was a common punishment under commanders rule so literally everyone in that group has food anxiety

also all of my ocs are very touch starved and very cuddly with eachother but they hate outsiders touching them or who they consider "theirs" (if they accept you be prepared for hesitant and testy touches and if you allow it or encourage it you'll have several grown men laying down on you like you're a bed, grumbling into your ear while they nuzzle your cheeks and under your chin) they also take group naps in cuddle piles. sleep is very important to them due to some stuff with..... "training" so sleeping and napping is among their favorite things to do once commander is no longer in charge

Since I've gotten so much information, this response probably won't be lengthy. But know that I adore what you've typed.

Stone was originally an OC where no one was supposed to know much about him (I still think Johnny & Gaz don't know too much about him) but then I got excited about his backstory and told literally everyone. So I'm rocking with the fact that not much is known about Void's backstory.

Selga trying to feed people because they all have food anxiety hurts me deeply. I hope the commander's dead. He deserves to be dead.

We love cuddle piles here, The Lions share barracks because they like to cuddle.

[cheryyori]

moon knight fic idea that I had brewing in my head for 2 months but I can't push myself to write right now bc I'm having writer's block ofc

Might write them down as headcanons/bullet points to have them down before making this idea more concrete

fem!oc used for this fic idea btw! (can be read as a reader insert as well if you so choose as, but written this idea with an oc in mind), also lots of Japanese and other Asian mythology that I find would fit the story in mind, also I'm Asian so why tf not let me project a bit ok???

fic idea:

Imagine oc being able to see ghost and spirits (more specifically yokai and anything close to the sort) since childhood. Terrifying really.

Demon paralysis be damned when you open your eyes to see a literal shadow figure staring down at you. Panic attack ensue.

Oh yeah, did she mention the voice in her head guiding her on what to do with these spirits and how to handle them, yeah that's a thing too...

Apparently they're the goddess Izanami, overseer of the underworld Yomi. Fantastic.

She also mentions how more spirits are running amok and unchecked bc APPARENTLY THANOS' SNAP HAD FUCKED THE BALANCE OF LIFE AND DEATH. So I guess those that disappeared weren't actually dead but literally just ceased to exist and it threw Yomi is a disarray of chaos.

Basically the goddess was pissed. So now oc is their unwilling paranormal detective, being forced to faces these horrendous spirits so they can pass on. Fucking fantastic.

Also the Blip actually made it worse too. Great.

Apparently there's some consequences of being forced to help these spirits

They're not limited to out of body experience while taking the train home, usually with oc being in the place of the memory of the spirits that were either before or lead to their deaths. Awesome. More nightmare fuel for her ig.

While this happens to her mentally, physically her body will either be unconscious, spaced out, or even moving on its own unconsciously.

When she sleeps they become vivid nightmares she can't remember usually, only the terror she felt. Sometimes she'll find bruises and scratches on her and remember only bits of what happened. Night terrors. Check. Bodily harm. Check.

Works in the museum both Dane and Sersi works at too bc I can and pls Jeremy add some Dane/Steven/Marc interactions for season 2 pls I'm on my knees

Dane was said to make an appearance in Moon Knight originally but they didnt know how to add him so Dane is now in this fic bc idk what to do with this info now.

Dane and her are friends and friends only. He helped her get a job bc she's out of one bc she was Snapped.

Oh right she was snapped, forgot to mention that lol.

Yes she knows Sersi is an alien wizard. No she doesn't want to turn into a giraffe Dane.

If Dane is doing his Black Knight activities, 9 times out of 10 she doesn't know. She thinks he's distance himself bc of what happened to Sersi, and decided not to push.

Takes place a bit before the start of the series. She's Steven's neighbor but they dont talk much, only wave and greet each other on the lift and when they head to the same bus stop before she left to step onto the subway.

Goodness does Steven thinks she's adorable. A little better at social cues than he is but still as awkward. She a goober really.

She thinks he's cute too. Like a puppy.

Somehow they go on a date (personal headcanon that it was Jake that set Steven with a date bc he has the most social out all of them, which will make things real awkward for them when everyone finds out yikes). Well they try too. You know what happens on Steven's end but surpise suprise. She actually arrived late to the restaurant bc she had another out of body experience bc of some spirits she had encountered (thankfully it was in her home) by the time she arrived Steven wasn't there. It was hours later, she assumed that he thought she stood him up and left.

She ate the steak anyways. She was hungry.

She didn't dare to call or text him, afraid of what he'll say, so color her surprise when he called her instead.

What??? They have a date??? But it's Sunday. Confused, she decide to tell him that she thought he thought she stood him up. Both are confused. They decided to reschedule the date then, both hoping that this one goes well (tbh both were ecstatic that the other was giving them another chance).

Ofc that doesn't happen bc Harrow and his cult with Ammit ensue hijinks.

So Marc and her are complicated bc they used to be friends as kids but then her family moved to NY. They kept contract and talk but it became very minimal. Like simple how are you type shit. So they have no idea what the other looks like over the years.

So Marc is in for a big twist when he finds out Steven's date is her. It doesn't help he had a tiny itsy bit of a crush on her as kids.

But he doesn't have feelings for her he loves Layla still, right? It's probs bc of the fond memories he held of her as a child that makes him soft for her. No not bc she's kinda of a cute goof.

They're grump and sunshine embodied really.

Also embodies slow burn and friends to lovers trope real hard. Marc's gotta to learn to move on and live a happy life. It's hard but he'll get there.

He is emotionally constipated and will deny any possible thought of him having feelings for oc or any form of happiness.

Oc does not approve and annoys him with affection.

What the fuck was that????

A hug.

Disgusting. Do it again....

Nicknames. Nicknames! NICKNAMES!

Sunshine - Marc, Twinkle Toes - oc

Hc that Marc was kinda clumsy as a child and oc called him that to tease him (was more reinforced after they watched atla).

Steven call her his little sunflower.

Jake calls her his bébé usually.

And Layla.

They're divorced. They'll try to work it out but really Layla realizes that she fell out of love for a while now. The lies and guilt put a strain on their marriage.

That doesn't mean she doesn't care for Marc. She does. As friends.

She won't admit it but deep down, she thinks Marc was conflicted about his feelings whether he knew it or not (whether it was his guilt about her father or not, no one truly knowz). So seeing how he gets along with oc is good for him.

Layla slowly pushed him towards her bc she wants Marc to be happy as well and move on.

Layla is a good friend and wants everyone's best interests.

Now onto Jake.

Keeping in mind of the hc that it's Jake that asked oc out on a date on Steven's behalf. Well then things are gonna be messy. Bc haha they've met before. Like way before Marc met Khonshu and became his fist of vengence.

They met when she was in college and hit it off from there. I don't want to give away too much of their relationship but long story short. Jake does break contact with her.

So when everyone finds out about Jake things get awkward real fast and real bad.

Small hint of their relationship is ???? To lovers trope.

Khonshu is a manipulative bird brain and Izanami commit Khonshu hate crimes on the reg as she should.

Speaking of Izanami.

Goddess of Death and Creation. The overseer of Yomi, the underworld.

Yeah she's cool. Kinda unhinged but cool.

A bit over the top, but aren't all gods are???

Kinda gives off Scaramouche vibes from Genshin Impact but not as arrogant you know. She's not very well liked within the Japanese pantheon due to her role and also from her ex-husband's influences.

She really does care for oc. Thinks of her as her kin. She was a mother once too.

Speaking of her ex-husband, also commits hate crimes against her ex-husband Izanagi too (iykyk) and tbh go off queen.

Only oc sees her and she takes an appearance of a normal woman but dresses expensively. Thinking of Manwol from Hotel de Luna, same vibes as well tbh bc when I write Nami I think of Manwol tbh.

Oh possession is a thing too, ig

Bc with how oc acts, Izanami needs to take over when push comes to shove. Though this happens rarely.

Mostly this happens when oc is unconscious and in peril danger. Or when provoked enough to encite her fury or vise versa (usually the later is towards other gods of different pantheon, yeah she's still bitter they did nothing to restore balance in life and death). Sometimes when oc's spirit/consciousness is forcefully pushed out of their body, Izanami takes control to make sure the body is breathing.

Overall that's it for this word vomit. It's still in the process but if you want to know more lmk bc I haven't seen this idea in Moon knight fics just yet.

Fic idea inspiration taken from: Hotel de Luna (kdrama), Goblin (kdrama), Tomorrow (kdrama), The Uncanny Encounter (kdrama), Tale of the Nine Tailed (kdrama), Death Mark (game), Spirit Hunter NG (game), Mieruko-chan (manga)

[annaphoenix1994]

Ch.108 - Trying Again

Previous Chapter - Masterlist 1; Masterlist 2 - Next Chapter

After the ceremony, Simon and Kiera decide to try again for their third child together.

Author's Note: I'm sorry this took forever for me to publish. I hope you all will forgive me after reading this smut-filled chapter. I've been so busy with work! In the past two weeks, I have been to Seattle, Spokane, Butte, Bozeman, Rock Springs, and soon to be Steamboat Springs. A lot of days have been spent sleeping in the truck or at a cheap AirBnB if available. I even wrote half of this chapter a week ago while in a horse stall that was vacant that I could sleep in during a layover. Lol I'm currently publishing this chapter from Wyoming at some cheap AirBnB that's in the middle of nowhere before I head back to Colorado in the morning. I'm hoping to update again soon. But either way, I hope you all enjoy!

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Once the ceremony had concluded, Simon had helped eased Kiera into the passenger seat of his car, eager to get her home and enjoy the rest of the evening within the presence of each other before they departed the next morning for the first destination to mark their honeymoon - to which Simon still did not tell her what he had planned. With assurance that Jacob and Evie were taken care of and secured into Eva's vehicle, Simon waited until Eva had driven in front of them on the way back to the ranch. 

"That ring looks good on you, babe." Kiera giggled from the passenger seat, blushing as she physically witnessed Simon's pupils dilate to a thicker diameter once he held his gaze on her, his lips curling into a smirk. 

"Not used to wearing rings, but I'll gladly get used to this one," He chuckled, his right hand reaching for her left, bringing her knuckles up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss there. "Didn't think that ring could look more perfect dressed on that pretty finger, love." 

"I still can't believe we just got married," She sighed. "We've waited so long for this and now that it's finally happened... I can't wrap my head around it." 

"Me either, but I'm glad it did," He smirked. "As much as I dread leaving our children behind for our honeymoon, I think it'll be a relief for you to have some time away." 

"It will, but I'm going to miss my babies so much," She frowned. "Mom said she's going to send us constant pictures and videos while we're gone." 

"I'm sure, love," He assured her. "I can't wait to see your reaction once you figure out where we're going." 

"Well, where are we going?"

"That's a surprise. But I will say I accidentally fucked up the flight..."

"What do you mean?" She arched her brow. 

"Well, our first flight was supposed to go towards the east coast, but I somehow scheduled it for Nevada..."

"You're confusing me, Simon."

He smirked, "Let's just say we'll be spending a couple of days in a certain town in southern Nevada first..."

He watched her jaw drop, "Babe, are we... Going to Las Vegas?" 

"Possibly," He smirked. "Just know that I can't afford to be losing my new wife in Sin City. I babysit Johnny enough." 

She giggled, "You can't babysit me if you can't find me..." 

He arched his brow and she giggled, "Trying to make my blood pressure rise already?" 

"Oh, I'm sure you already are getting a rise out of this evening. If you know what I mean..." 

"Don't start anything you can't finish, love." 

"Who said I didn't want it to finish?" 

She smirked as she watched his face flush before he moved to adjust himself behind the steering wheel, clearly desperately trying to hide his pending erection, his mind briefly short-circuiting as he had hoped they were nearly home. Sighing, he gripped the steering wheel tightly before reaching for her hand, hoping to distract himself from intimate thoughts until he were to get home. 

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Without giving her any notice, Simon hastily swept Kiera off of her feet before he began to carry her towards the house, the train of her dress waving in the night air as Kiera giggled into his neck, placing short and teasing kisses along his hot and aroused skin. "All bloody mine," He grumbled. "You got that?" 

"Roger that, Lieutenant." 

He huffed in frustration, closing the door with his foot before rushing himself and his new bride into their bedroom, easily laying her on the bed and gently resting himself between her thighs, caging her between his arms and capturing her lips with his. "Simon." She moaned into his mouth, her core flexing in arousal.

"What is it, love?" 

"I can't believe this - us. We're finally married." 

"Good thought, yeah? Let's make this ceremony official." 

She groaned at his words, running her hands through his neat hair only to ruin it, leaving the residue from his hair gel on her fingers. His hands had slowly began to run up her smooth legs, smirking against her lips when he realized she had been wearing a garter around her thigh after the pads of his fingers swept across it. "What's the order of this thing?" He questioned. 

He knew. 

He knew what it was for and the tradition behind it, but he wanted to hear her say it as well as add his own twist to it.

"Oh, you know, typical bride attire," She giggled. "Tradition." 

"Is that right?" 

"Mhm. Don't they have that in Manchester?" 

He shrugged playfully, "Don't know. Never been married before. Might have to fill me in on this so-called tradition."

"I'm sure you can figure it out, babe." 

"Oh, so you're not going to tell me?"

"Well, we kinda broke the tradition a little bit..." 

"We've broken several, love." 

She giggled, "Well, you know how I tossed my bouquet during the reception and you refused to take my garter off from under my gown-"

"Because I'm selfish and didn't want anyone to see your legs? Yes." He replied proudly, the pads of his fingers tracing over the garter slowly. 

"You were supposed to take it off from under my gown and toss it to your groomsmen and whoever caught it was supposed to be getting married next-"

"Well," He scoffed, placing a kiss to her collarbone. "We agreed to make our own traditions. I think I know what I want to do with it." 

"Hm? What's that?" She hummed. 

"I think I'd want to rip this off of you with my bloody teeth and display you as my trophy," He didn't give her a chance to reply before he placed a kiss to her lips and lowered his body to where his head was under her gown, placing slow and delicate kisses from the inside of her knee and thigh until his lips fell onto the garter itself, gently grasping it with his teeth before he began to drag it from her thigh, smirking against her skin every time he heard a pretty whimper leave her lips. "And when I do that, nobody's eyes except my own get to lay on you." 

"I'm all yours, Simon." 

"I like hearing you say it." He murmured, proceeding to remove the garter with his teeth and slide it over his wrist before his mouth returned to her inner thighs, proceeding to move upwards under her gown before his lips landed on her sweet core, his hands resting above her gown to run his fingers along the lace fabric. All fucking mine. 

Her fingers were desperate to latch into his hair while her soft moans filled the quiet bedroom. She couldn't get enough of the image of him in his suit all for her. 

Simon's hands splayed across the outside of her thighs, holding them firmly against either side of his head while his tongue lapped through her folds, nearly making her jolt every time he crossed her clit with every slow and determined minute. 

Eventually, she had climaxed on his encouraging tongue, rewarding him for his efforts before he sat up on his knees, looking down at the overstimulated mess of his new bride, smirking at how flushed she already was. He sat back on his knees, admiring the way her dress bunched up at her waist and how her skin flushed, leaving red blotches of adrenaline dressing her chest and cheeks. Smirking, he moved to where he was standing on his feet, walking over to the nightstand to retrieve a condom from the drawer, setting it on top of the nightstand before he removed his dress shirt, tossing it to the side as Kiera moved to sit on her knees on the bed, her perfectly manicured nails curling around the belt of his trousers, her lips pressed against his muscled abdomen while her fingers slowly unbuckled his belt. 

She pumped his erection slowly with one hand, her thumb swiping the small bead of arousal that pooled at his aching head, swearing to herself that she could feel his pulse through his shaft. "On your back, babe." She whispered. 

"Dominant lass, yeah?" He smirked, looking down to admire the doe-like gloss in her eyes. 

"Don't make me ask again."

He couldn't help but smirk at her demand, sincerely loving when she'd get intimately aggressive with him, Kiera being the only person he'd consider being submissive for. He didn't know why, but he loved being bossed around by her - it unlocked a new excitement he never knew he had. "What happens if you do?" 

"Then I guess I'll just satisfy myself." She hummed. 

"Is that right?" He arched his brow, curling his index finger under her chin, forcing her head upward to look up at him. "Those toys of yours don't have the same affect, love." 

"Making yourself feel better, huh?" She giggled, knowing she was pushing his buttons. "On your back." 

"I don't much like being told what to do-"

"Oh, I know, Lieutenant," She hummed, placing a kiss to his chest. "But you're a long way from the barracks, babe. Need I remind you that I technically outranked you if you want to start using terms." 

He inhaled sharply, his chest rising and a tingle traveling through his body, although he still didn't budge. I want to see if she really could make me, but bloody hell, those eyes she's giving me makes me want to fall to my knees and do anything she asked...

"That's what I thought," She giggled after hearing no response from him. "On your back." 

He couldn't help but do as he was told - Kiera being the only person to be able to dominate him. If he were honest, he quite liked being submissive - having her on top of him to her mercy and using him as she pleased. 

He loved it. 

Especially in her wedding dress - the sight alone drove him wild. 

Her dress splayed over him as she straddled his hips, subtly rolling her own hips to grind against his erection. He couldn't help but grasp the fabric of her dress in his hands during his desperate attempt to grasp her hips, leaning his head back against the pillow when he felt himself succumb to her hot core. 

They groaned in unison as his hands firmly held her hips while she slowly slid down on his length, eventually able to fully sheath himself inside of her. 

In roughly three months, the couple had lain together once due to the unfortunate events of the miscarriage in July followed by her father's passing. 

And during that one time, he had begun to use a condom to prevent another pregnancy knowing she had wished to wean from birth control and that he didn't want her to go through another miscarriage. 

It was a decision made by him to use a condom for her sake, knowing the effect hurt her more than it did him.

He knew she had been mentally exhausted - the last thing he wanted for her was to feel like she had an obligation to please him sexually. 

After all, he could care less if she had told him she'd never want to have sex again, knowing that the miscarriage alone was enough to frighten her about the idea of ever getting pregnant again. 

"Fuck!" She hissed, briefly uncomfortable due to the sudden stretch, keeping herself still on him to let her body adjust to his size. 

"Are you alright, love?" 

"Yeah," She nodded, splaying her palms across his chest. "Been too long for us." She admitted, blush staining her cheeks. 

"I'll wait as long as you want me to." He assured her, his hands finally finding the skin of her hips under her dress, gently rubbing circles along her skin with his thumbs. 

Her hips rolled against him, Simon unable to restrict his hips naturally wanting to buck up into her, but he knew she had things in her control when he was under her, completely surrendering himself to her. 

Already overstimulated from his tongue, she had heard herself squelching against him between moans. It was addicting for the pair of them. "You feel so good, love," He admitted, his voice gruff and smooth. "You were bloody made for me." 

She hummed in agreement, leaning her head back to enjoy the sensation he was giving her with just his length alone - his touches and words nearly driving her over the edge every time she felt his skin on hers. 

Suddenly, his forearms hooked under her thighs, effortlessly picking her up off of his length and curling his arms to where her core was level with his face. She braced her hands on the headboard in front of her, tightening her abdomen to keep her full weight from landing on his head. "Simon, I-"

"Don't hold yourself," He warned, his hot breath fanning against her wet folds and making her shiver against him, gasping when she felt his arms tighten around her thighs and pulling her weight down onto his face. "Sit." 

"But I don't want to hurt-"

"-Sit," He said sternly. She was unable to see his threatening gaze by how her dress had spread over his head when he moved her, but she knew that look. "Like a bloody chair." 

"But what if I suffocate you-"

His arms tightened around her thighs and pulled her down onto him, the tip of his nose pressing firmly against her clit, giving her the perfect stimulation while his tongue began to work against her folds, eager to bring her to a second orgasm. He loved when he would bury himself inside of her, but something about pleasing her with his mouth drove him crazy. Like a drug, he would think, musing about how intoxicating her taste was to him. 

He rewarded her with a quickened pace of his tongue when he felt her relax, knowing that gravity was in her favor when she finally realized just how good it felt. And to Simon, the thought made him harder than what he already was - almost painful. 

But he couldn't let up anytime soon. 

She tasted too good. 

Her moans gradually grew louder and louder, her stomach tightening at the sensation of his skilled tongue, goosebumps erecting along her skin when she felt his hands leave her thighs and slide up her back, slowly and delicately unclasping each button that held her dress together, keeping her nude body from him. He knew that if he didn't get that divine dress off of her soon, he'd accidentally end up ruining it. 

Sensing that she was on the brink of her second orgasm, he couldn't help but smirk when he heard a desperate whine leave her lips, knowing it was a punishment for even saying that her toys could get her off faster than he could in a sorry attempt to get him to submit.

With the dress now draping from her shoulders and exposing her breasts, he curled his arms around her waist and gently guided her to lay on her back, placing a hot kiss to her vulva before he guided her to lift her hips to slide the dress from her body, leaving her to be completely nude under him. His hair was now a mess and his chin was glistening with her excitement. Licking his lips clean, he then moved to make a trail of kisses from her hip all the way to her sternum, shooting a quick glance to her before he gave attention to her breasts, expecting her to deny access to them as she was still breastfeeding. Unbeknownst to her, Simon knew that even caressing her nipples were more stimulating than before she was ever pregnant. 

Judging by her sudden moan after he did it, he assumed that she had finally realized.

Especially when she arched her back to press her breasts even closer to his mouth, begging for more than just his hands. "Eager, are we?" 

"You're just teasing me at this point." She giggled playfully. 

"It's what you get for teasing me with the thought of you playing with yourself earlier," He answered, sitting back on his calves to reach for the condom on the nightstand, pinching the corner of the wrapper between his teeth before she stopped him. 

"You won't need that, babe," She spoke, her foot coming up to rest on his hip. "I want to try again." 

"Are you sure?" 

She nodded, "Positive." 

He wanted to ask her what was going through her mind for her to compile her decision, but he didn't want her to think about the reason as to why he had begun wearing condoms in the first place since the miscarriage. "I know we haven't really talked about it prior to the wedding, but-"

"-I love having children with you," He assured her. "I want another one." 

She smiled, "You do? I thought two plus Baler was enough for you." 

"The lad is almost an adult and our two are now a year old. I can't lie to you: I loved seeing you waddle around like a penguin with your belly." 

She laughed as his hands ran up and down her smooth calves, slowly tracing his fingertips to her hot folds, excited at the primal thought of getting her pregnant again, except this time, they were actually trying.

"Best get to it then, babe." She smiled, opening her legs for him when she felt his body lower onto her, their lips locking as his hips lazily pumped against her, teasing her yet again before he snuck his free hand to guide himself into her, the sensation driving him over the edge with her immense warmth and tightness. 

They lay in sensual lust - his hips guiding himself slowly into her as he savored every thrust while she purposely squeezed her walls around him every time he withdrew his hips. His lips were pressed against her neck and jaw while her nails dug into his back, leaving small scratches behind only to encourage another hard thrust from him. "You're so deep," She groaned. 

"I can go deeper," He whispered into her neck.

"H-How?" She asked, surprised. 

He smirked against her jaw before slowly withdrawing from her, "Turn over," He directed, grasping the nearby pillow to place under her abdomen, arching her hips perfectly for the deep angle he was about to let her experience, giving him an unrelenting pace into her G-Spot once he began to thrust. "There you go. Press your thighs together and cross your ankles," He continued, now standing at the edge of the bed, pumping himself lazily as she did as she was told. "I can't lie and say I won't hold myself back from getting rough," He admitted shyly, his head now at her even tighter entrance. "You grip me even tighter like this." 

She began to reply before her mouth opened to a gasp, the hot stretch of his length entering her and pressing against her G-Spot once he fully sheathed himself. "Please get rough, Simon." 

He groaned at her plea, hoping that she knew just how rough he could get. Pressing his palm between her shoulder blades, he did as she requested. 

Relentless, powerful thrusts of his hips snapping into her at a set pace. Each thrust rubbing against her G-Spot, making her toes curl and her back shiver while the pillow under her head collected her loud moans. 

Skin-to-skin contact filled the room along with their moans of pleasure. "Harder." She begged. 

"Are you sure, love?" He whispered, keeping up his pace. "I don't want to hurt you-"

"Harder, Simon," She moaned. "I want you to." 

Bracing one arm next to her head and the other palm between her shoulder blades, his thrusts grew harder and harder, the headboard of the bed now colliding with the wall as the squelching from her core swallowing him drove him wild. He curled his hips downwards every time they snapped, jolting every time he felt the sponge-like flesh of her G-Spot against him. 

Several minutes later, he stilled to release his spend into her, pumping slowly until he too became overstimulated, only keeping up his pace to bring her to her second orgasm before he did. 

With deep breaths, he rewarded her with kisses along the column of her back, slowly withdrawing himself before he helped her move to a comfortable position, smirking at how her mascara pooled at the corners of her eyes before bringing his thumb up to wipe the marks away. 

[aspecpplarebeautiful]

I’ve had like two panic attacks tonight bc Christmas Day I have to go to the house of one of my abusers (she told me I belonged in a concentration camp because I’m queer, told me she would slap me if I were trans (thankfully she didn’t follow up on this), and abused me a whole lot over sixteen years) for Christmas Day because my parents (two of my other abusers, who think I need to get over how she treated me) are still friends w her parents. At least I’ll sleep great tonight lol

Is this an event you have to go to? I understand that sometimes it is, but if there's a way you can get out of it, definitely consider doing that. If not, and especially if you are dependent on any of these people either socially or financially, then it may be time to start figuring out a long-term plan to being independent of them so you can make a clean break from them in the future.

Otherwise do you have a support group? Having people you can talk to and who will be understanding can be a big help in situations like this. If you don't, try looking into local crisis lines (can often be found in your phone book or through a Google search), or a site like 7 Cups, who have trained listeners who can listen to you and be sympathetic and understanding.

For the visit itself, don't be afraid to do what you have to do to get through it. Maybe it involves lying, maybe it involves biting your tongue and not saying what they deserve to hear to keep the peace and get yourself through the night without incident (or as little as possible). Also leave as early as you can get away with. If it helps get you out sooner you can also make up an excuse like you're worried about the roads or your pet's sick and you don't want to leave them alone too long (or whatever else might be believable for you).

I'm sorry you have to deal with this, Anon. It really is a difficult situation.

All the best and take care!

[i-am-beckyu]

yeah you've got fake fic prompts of mine still in the works, yeah you're still working on important things, but have more questions

deserted island edition ✨ food and water are all squared away

what book are you taking with you?

you can only watch one show on loop (on your own time), what is it?

you can only watch one movie on loop (on your own time), take your pick

five songs, go!

you can get a free dessert that you can have once a month. what is it?

your captor(s) let you have fast food once. what's your pick?

you find materials to make a structure. are you making a shelter or something else?

before you leave, you get your person pick of six items. what are they?

you're given paper and pencil, are you writing or drawing? you can not do both.

you get an animal to accompany you! what is it? :D

you get internet for six hours. what're you wasting your time on the most?

are you fishing in the water or hunting on land? doing none of that and growing a garden?

are you sending an sos secretly or just waiting to see where this all takes you?

what's the first thing you're doing when you get off of the island?

would you rather be alone the entire time or only have the annoying company of your captor(s)?

💃🕺

answer whenever you have the time btw !! get caught up with real life before you go cracking into the online stuff <3<3

Yes!! Hello Brick!

I am so sorry the prompts are taking so long to finish. Work is being extremely difficult atm and draining a lot of my energy and motivation to do anything but sleep so trying to prioritise has been rough writing wise especially with finishing my secret santa prompt on time! When its done, I should get out the fake fic titles next.

As for this, this I have some energy for!

what book are you taking with you? Since I assume ao3 doesn't count, Knife by R.J Anderson (will forever be my favourite written book)

you can only watch one show on loop (on your own time), what is it? mmmmm probably Friends because that's long and hilarious.

you can only watch one movie on loop (on your own time), take your pick Mmmmmmm either Pixars Luca or Newsies the broadway musical (I watch those soooooo often)

five songs, go! Have the links too: Figure it out , New Zealand, Get used to it, Calm and I can talk

you can get a free dessert that you can have once a month. what is it? double scoop coffee and pistachio icecream (I love that combo and I call it Cappacio)

your captor(s) let you have fast food once. what's your pick? KFC

you find materials to make a structure. are you making a shelter or something else? Shelter

before you leave, you get your person pick of six items. what are they? well if I'm on an island, medical kit, book on survival, warm and rain proof jacket, a metal water bottle, lighter, knife. (ironically I have all these things in my room so this would be possible if I was taken lol)

you're given paper and pencil, are you writing or drawing? you can not do both. Probably write.

you get an animal to accompany you! what is it? :D if we're talking domestic, dog. But if I could train one that wasn't gonna eat me, tiger :3

you get internet for six hours. what're you wasting your time on the most? ao3. A girls gotta read fics.

are you fishing in the water or hunting on land? doing none of that and growing a garden? mmm probably all 3. I'd have nothing better to do and all 3 would be beneficial for survival. Fishing would be safer than hunting tho I would think.

are you sending an sos secretly or just waiting to see where this all takes you? if the opportunity supplied itself and I was smart about it, send an sos secretly.

what's the first thing you're doing when you get off of the island? Get a hug from my Dad. I like his hugs.

would you rather be alone the entire time or only have the annoying company of your captor(s)? Company. I think I'd go insane on my own. I'm a people person

Thank you for the questions Brick! I'm sorry I'm not able to be as active as usual, but thank you for being understanding of that lovely thing we call ✨L I F E✨

[judgementdaysunshine]

Congrats!!! Can I get a ship please ⚓️ ?

Fandom: Harry Potter / DC (preferably batfam) / star wars

She/her, and I'd like a male ship please.

I'm slightly above average height for a girl (about 5'9) with brown wavy hair, but I'm always dying it bright colours/changing my haircut (much to mother's dismay lol). Style-wise, I tend to alternate between super preppy, if not a little too formal, to just completely grunge. Depends on my mood and who I'm hanging around with that day I guess. I am quite impartial to my combat boots though. And high-heels. Ideally both at once.

I'm an INTJ Slytherin Leo--fairly introverted and aloof by nature but after years of practice and forcing myself out there, I can be quite bubbly and chatty when necessary (super draining though and it still sometimes weirds out some of my oldest friends how quickly I can switch). I will not shut up about random nerdy/sciencey nonesense if I feel comfortable. Not too great with emotions though--it's a work in progress heh.

Currently a physics and maths double major with a minor in philosophy because that somehow seemed like a good idea at the time and no one told me I couldn't do it. Quite active around campus--super involved in leadership for some clubs and the student union, and compete in debate. I love it because it's all super interesting af but I'm not too great at math for someone doing a degree in it and I'm at a point where I'm surviving on irresponsible caffeine consumption and spite alone. I switch between hobbies and interests really often because i suppose i just get bored a little too easily, so I'm a bit of a jack of all trades--only things I've really stuck with for a long time are writing (that will never see the light of day) and just tinkering around with stuff to figure out how it works and seeing what I can do with it. Technically a classically trained pianist because parents expected it but uh I haven't practiced in a while so I'm a 'lil rusty--more into rock music these days anyway.

I'm trilingual--French, English, and Arabic (needs a lot of work though). Trying to learn Latin for the hell of it (also helps with Philosophy a bit). Fortunately got to travel a lot as a kid because of my parents' work so it's helped with getting some practice I suppose. I just love travelling and getting to know other cultures honestly, especially having lived in big cities and had friends from all over my whole life. And getting to visit all the museums and art galleries is a huge plus.

Sorry this if this way too long, but congrats again! Have a great day xx

Here ya go dear! And thank you! 🪷

First I ship you with Remus Lupin! 💙

He likes your passion for physics and philosophy always seeing how hard you work and never give up which makes him so proud of you for it

He is amazed at how talented you are with foreign languages speaking Latin around him as well as bits and pieces of Arabic and French mostly speaking English but he never fails to smile when you say I love you in a different language

He always makes sure if you've had more than 2 or 3 and a half cups of coffee to give you water or milk even if sometimes he has to sweet talk you to do it he just wants you to be healthy a little bit

He never minds when you're chatty or quiet always listening and talking smiling sweetly at you before laughing at your bubbly and lively actions

He likes to have your head in his lap while you both read to each other or in silence enjoying the other's company

He likes seeing you wear his sweaters whether to sleep in or just around the house he falls in love with you all over again just seeing you in a sweater

Next I ship you with Tim Drake! ♥️

He always helps you if you're having trouble with math or any work that you are getting frustrated and confused by ready to teach you a few tricks to help

He never lets you get sleep deprived or really out of control with caffeine always giving you water or milk to help you in between the consumption of caffeine

He likes how you go from the nice button up and skirt with your hair up in a bun to a loose fitting grunge shirt and jeans with a messy ponytail or braids always smiling at how good you look

He loves going to the park or museum with you he lives learning more of history or just enjoying the peacefulness of the park in the evening or night

He likes hearing stories of you traveling around with your parents when you're younger always having a good laugh or fond smile hearing of your childhood

He likes to just lay on your lap or stomach when he is tired and needs sleep always feeling his stress wipe away laying on you while you wear one of his hoodies

And finally I ship you with Anakin Skywalker! 🧡

He never judges anyone for their size or height but he will take a chance at least twice to get a joke about your short height just to make you pout at him

He likes listening to you play piano when the two of you are in Naboo visiting Padme or your family in your childhood home on Corusant

He likes knowing more of the cultures from you since he only knew a bit of naboo culture and some of Tatooine and corusant culture but learning more about them and if others made him love you more

He likes to teach you how to use a blaster and drive a speeder always smiling at you driving his speeder like he does but also mindful of how you drive and how fast reminding him of Obi wan

He loves how you treat his padawan like a sister, his best friend like a sister, and his master like a father loving them just as much maybe even more than he did

He gets tearful and emotional when he sees you place a flower on his mom's grave always going to tell her happy birthday, happy Thanksgiving, merry Christmas, happy New Year, and how much you wish you could have met her making him fall in love all over again

[skzlover96]

Dirt

Hi guys! Actually, this is my first English fanfic, which is also my first fic here on Tumblr, yay! It's actually quite angsty, so buckle up, it's gonna be a rough journey lol I'm still trying to figure out how everything works here + English is not my first language, so please understand hehe TW: self-loathing, gossips, appearance issues, pretending, members being insulted, social anxiety, panicking, generally depressive text; let me know if I missed anything Disclaimer: the text below does not represent any real people and is created as a work of fiction only; whatever is written here is not meant to insult, hate, or mock anyone — fictional or not

Dirt

It streams down his skin, staining it, and pooling under his feet. It's everywhere — he can't wash it away, he can't hide.

Changbin hugs himself, tries to cover his ears.

"Damn freak. How dare you want to be a visual."

"You look more like a pig than a bunny."

"If I was you, I'd throw all the mirrors away. Like, you know, don't wanna get a heart attack after seeing my face."

He can't erase this voices from his memory. They whisper and whisper in his head, and Changbin curls up in his bed, desperately trying to escape from them.

It doesn't get any better.

Felix desperately tries to catch his breath, panicking, still shaking from his dream.

There's this dirt again, and it's coming from him.

He is filthy.

He is wrong.

Such a disgrace for the members.

Useless.

"I don't get your mumbling. How can you be a singer if you can't even talk properly?"

"You are cute, but we need to cover these. They look like dirt."

Disgust.

Whispers.

"You are pulling them down."

Felix rolls around and pulls the blanket up to his shoulders.

It still won't help him sleep again, neither does it warm him up.

Hyunjin tries not to pay attention. It won't touch him if he doesn't listen. But whispers brush against his skin, staining him, soaking into him.

"You are just a pretty face. Who would you be without your beauty?"

"Well, obviously they recruited you. You're lucky, handsome"

"Yeah, but he's definitely rotten on the inside. Scandals don't just pop up out of nowhere. Don't you think he really was a school bully?"

Hyunjin doesn't listen. But he still feels dirty.

Jisung feels guilty and sorry. He loves making music, he loves performing, he loves to see Stays' starry eyes and hear his name being said by a thousand voices.

But why do you all need to touch him?

Fear wraps its sticky hands around his throat every time they come to an airport. Han knows it was his choice to live followed by cameras and hungry gazes, but he still can't get used to them. Too many people, too close, too loud.

Everything is too much.

All of them want to touch him, and someone even succeeds, making Jisung shiver. The touch burns his skin, and Han thinks that if he looks at his hand, he'll see it printed onto his body forever.

Dirt, dirt, dirt.

On the inside Han is screaming on the top of his lungs. But, as usual, no one hears him.

Chan is drowning. The thought that he failed again despite all the promises suffocates him.

Years of training without debut.

Heinous face in the mirror every day.

Endless responsibility for everyone and everything that nearly crashes him.

He's just...wrong.

He just wants everything to be perfect. He wants his loved ones to be safe and sound. He wants to... What does he really want, actually?

Chang looks in the mirror and gives his reflection a tired smile.

Make up hides inner dirt perfectly.

Minho can't even remember if this version of him is real or not. He used to be softer. He used to be lightsome.

But somehow softness and light won't help him reach his dream.

He learns to cut throats and give disdainful looks.

He digs his newly found claws into his dream and bites it till it bleeds on him.

He despises all this dirt, but if it helps him to glow again as he used to — softly, happily, without looking back, without being weak, — well, Minho is ready to pretend dirty no matter what.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Btw forgot to say but yeah I doubt about that the drowning xd

Oof he's gonna lose connection

Hmm idk about cop

Aaand there he goes xD

Yesss besties he does 👀 :)

"Are you suggesting a trip to the tropics?" "I wasn't, but-" xDD girlie sounded skeptical at first but Nyla wants to get out of here lol 💀 XD

YESS go lol :D

And you get funding xD

Knowing him and Bailey? You're right not to be surprised

Oh yeahh lol no jurisdiction xD

Well I mean just help in general is good

I mean they don't have it either lol, there's still crime

His anniversary xD

Wesley 👀?

LOL yep xD his rich family money

I don't think you're bringing him though lol

Hey and you get reimbursed lol!

XD First class and the trust fund lol

Grey's right on that xD

"Why can't it be both?" ain't it xD

Yep lol, basically

Also it's not even that sunny there or anything lol

OOP hey guys o.o

Bro's just trying to ask to talk xD

😬😬 I'm glad you're talking though

:((( poor babeys D:

I mean you might wanna try and figure out if it's good weird or bad weird

Lol bell around the neck xD

Yk we probably won't see Wesley but at least we got a mention 😌

Sorry (not) anyway lol

XD he's like "you're ruining my Tim tests" lol

I mean hey he trained you xD

XD I love them lol

OPE why are y'all walking someone at night ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Like to meet Angela and Nyla? Nah because you don't know they're coming

Honestly they'll probably be thinking they're on their own for a while if not the whole time

Like be thinking that for that amount of time I mean

Y'all I should NOT be watching this at night😭 we ain't even at the real freaky stuff yet xD

Feeling like them right now lol

Okay not that bad lol

THAT SOUND DID NOT HELP

Like the door opening

Why are we here though? Are we taking her back? Shouldn't she already be there also we didn't see the body with y'all lol?

Poor lady :(

Ahh taking a look

Hmm looking for anything sus

Behind her left ear? And looking like that? Nahhh that's sus

The left ear is just bc, hard to get to

Uh oh o.o

Guysss 😭

"Where's your hand"- oh right bc it's dark lol

Okay but besties. Why would it be empty. Think about that

Susser by the moment

I'm too tense rn y'all xD

Guyssss xd

Yeeah better than using it xD

Hopefully he's not secretly a good guy lol

UH OH

Oh yeah don't forget the camera o.o

Y'all are stressing me out 😭😭

Guys let's be real it's not gonna happen xdd

Oh missed the escaping bit lol had to go back

Uh oh o.o

I would not sleep if I were y'all lol

Don't worry they're coming xD

LOL but it's instead of each other xD

But I was gonna say nah they're gonna have to show up when Nolan and Bailey are already in danger or something, bc otherwise they'd leave (bc clearly the boat's working by then)

OPE

NAHH Y'ALL I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS

I said, having totally signed up for this xd

HE SHOULD GO CHECK BUT-

NAHHHHH

UH OH

NO GIRLIE DO NOT GO OUT THERE

ONE OF YOU STAY

HE GOES YOU STAY

NOOO-

AGH CRAP

Gosh 😭😭😭

Aww hey girl :))

Nahh sleep xD

Aww love them 🥰

If it is today though be careful lol

UH OH IT IS NOW TODAY??

Oh no just time moved up

ANYWAY BAD O.O

I would be s t r e s s i n g xD I'm sure Lucy is too lol

Aww hey guys :D

Them dang screams xd though that one sounded more like a seagull lol

OPE SLFHDHKSLD SLAY LOL

I love them so much <33

Just thinking about Angela being like "heeyyy babe how are things just calling to tell you I'm using your trust fund card to pay for first class tickets to a remote island to rescue Nolan from a murderer 🥰🥰 kk love you, don't forget to pick Jack up, I'll see you in a few days 😙". Iconic XDD

PHEW she made it xD

😑 when I tell you I would be m a d

Especially bc it looks like she didn't bring anything with her xd

Lol both

Slayy Celina

Yeah I'd be glad, done with all that stress xD

Okayy slay Celina, we love her research

Like it's a thing she does yk :)

:OO Slay bestie :D!!

Ahh he was gonna rob maybe 👀

Go off Celina :D

The difference in responses lol xD

[a-tale-of-legends]

Ideas for Legendverse Champions ( not all)

Lance

Is often called "old man" by Cynthia. He is only 3 years older than her.

Generally very stern and straightforward. But also very paternal, a very good source of comfort for the likes of Blue and Silver.

Bc he's very straightforward he didn't immediately notice how Red was handling his new position. He regrets it deeply.

Fucking Dork. Likes puns and capes and sweets and gossip magazines -

^ the puns get worse when he becomes a father ( Silver)

Overall very respected among the leagues. Not entirely sure if he was a champion before Blue, but that's something I'll think about later.

Wallace

Still deciding when or how long Wallace became champion tbh. If it was literally at the end of the magma aqua plot I feel bad bc his reign was so short. But anything longer and I have to figure out how long Steven n Wallace were champions respectively. I'll figure it out eventually

Thanks to Juan he can speak several languages- including his own home dialect

Used to be pretty uptight as a kid. Training with Juan made this rigid exterior melt away but what really speed ran this was meeting Steven motherfucking Stone. Wallace used to hate this man lmao.

Wasn't expecting to be someone Jin goes to for comfort but he'll gladly be a shoulder to lean on for the kid.

Cynthia

I want her to do more in platinum but I dunno what lol

Knows Cyrus from a while ago, but has lost connection with him at some point. She doesn't really blame herself for how he ended up though.

Kinda like Steven in that she enjoys being champion but likes doing her own thing more. She's not irresponsible by any means, but her focuses tend to be elsewhere. Sometimes it seems Lucian is running the league.

I would say in the modern era the champion title went like this: Bertha -> Palmer -> Cynthia. Palmer wasn't really there to help Cynthia with the process of being a champion. While she no longer resents the man, she isn't totally fond of him. She tries not to carry that out on Barry, especially bc the boy just wants to impress his dad.

^ so bc of that, Cynthia really does try to be there for Danica when she champion. It's easy enough bc Danica was literally 11 when she gained the title, so it was moreso Danica having the title, but Cynthia pretty much did everything else. She's perfect by no means- again she likes doing her own thing- but she really is trying.

Used to be very close with her little sister Calypso. But Cynthia's fame is as a blessing as it is a curse. It kinda drove them apart, and Cynthia isn't sure what to do to fix things.

Diantha

The media LOVES pointing out her "rags to riches" backstory. It is true that she wasn't exactly rich when she started out, but she wasn't like. Some dirt poor girl that was finally seen for her talents or some shit. Her life was honestly pretty average. She did have big dreams to make it big one day, but that can go for anyone, no?

Best friends with professor Sycamore. Unsure how they met ( either through childhood or meeting at the legendary evolution guru's training stuff) but they've been close friends ever since. Life kinda prevents them from hanging out as much as they used to, but they try to have monthly- bi monthly meet ups.

Knows karate. Do NOT fuck with her.

Okay that's it I'm tired but still can't sleep so. Bleh.

[curejiraiya]

I've been watching cherry magic and reading a bunch of yaoi doujin so I thought of the idea for my own, but like I'm not gonna write it and I'm not gonna remember it past a few days from now so I thought I'd share it lmfao

so they're both about 27 and are childhood friends

the seme (lmfao) is a shorter guy with black hair and a kind of scruffy face, his name is like Kanji or Kojiro or something with a hard K sound and two syllables. He's an office worker who doesn't sleep well and has permanent bags under his eyes. The like pessimist negative kind of guy except when he's with his partner. His partner is like his light in the dark.

the uke (these terms holy shit) is a taller bigger guy, with light brown hair with a fade to blonde dye. he's got big eyes in a fun anime mc color like pink or purple. His name is like Joutarou or Junnosuke or something on the long side. and his partner definitely gives him a cute nickname. He's got a big infectious smile and is just an absolute ray of positivity. When he was younger he dreamt of being an idol and trained hard for it (hence the figure), but despite his dream being impossible now he still sings all the time and has this like Cinderella singing to animals air to him lol.

And then the twist is that the uke has fibromyalgia and is mostly wheelchair bound. So like he's fighting to be this ray of positivity when his illness has taken almost everything from him.

So then the story itself is short and fluffy mostly, because that's the kind of doujin I read lmfao like the ones with 6 or 7 chapters and light drama that resolves fast and fairly.

The pair start together before the story begins and it mostly resolves around the seme and how he takes care of his partner and like the troubles that come with having a disabled partner, but it's shaped in a really fluffy and fun way. Like he does shit like buy fluffy pillows for his wheelchair so then there's a comedy panel of this scary looking dude with eye bags buying fluffy pillows lmfao. Or like him picking his partner up from the hospital and going on a date as if they both just came from work. Both of them also support each other through rough days like having to stay late at work only to go in early the next day, or the other guy being in tons of pain that he has to miss out on doing things he wants.

The "drama" would be at the office people would talk about bringing their partners to workplaces events or whatever and it would be revealed that the office was even LGBT friendly but it wasn't wheelchair friendly so the seme still would have to go alone. He would doubt his relationship a bit and one of his bosses would make a gross comment about putting his partner in a home or something. But he would get home to his partner trying as hard as he can to help him and realize that he didn't want a "normal" partner and that his uke was perfect for him. And since this is my perfect story the guy who made the gross comment would be fired.

also there would be a flashback chapter that like starts with them meeting as kids in like elementary school. the seme would be sad and the uke would dance for him or something dumb and pass his infectious smile. then it would flash to them getting together, I'm imagining like the uke at like 17 being rejected from an idol audition and being in a ton of pain and not knowing why, and his future partner having to be the positive one for a change and cheering him back up. then he tells him he loves him. yeah

no guys I think this story is so good though, if only I was an author.

[travesty-majesty]

do tell! it's been a minute since i've heard anything about your ocs, anything new you've figured out since then?

Hi hii!! Thank you for asking hehe

Well I've been working out this story about some phantom thieves / vigilantes who are working to take down a corrupt billionaire + police force in Chicago, and I'm vibing with them atm!

I think I've definitely described them before, but basically they're all based on playing cards :0 the main one is Diamonds, genderfluid icon, their brother Spades, and then Clubs and Hearts. They go between petty stuff like graffiting a police station to murdering a corrupt detective and a serial killer, so they have range lol

They call themselves the Royal Flush! They're v snazzy

The main characters are Eli, a detective that joins the police without enough qualifications and is thrown into the Royal Flush case, and Diamonds, the leader of the group! Each chapter switches POVs

I got gifted a character during Artfight that I've inserted into the story, and adding her in suddenly brought the whole story together, which is the most satisfying thing ever ^^ i have a plan in my notes of how I want it all to play out, but I'm still working on adding small details to flesh out relationships and stuff

The police characters are either corrupt and incompetent, or chill and unbothered, and while I absolutely do not like the police, I enjoy the detectives I've created for this story >:) you've got:

Eli, main character, who hasn't gone through police training and was thrown straight into detective work. Doesn't ever get enough sleep, runs on coffee, and isn't particularly dedicated to the police force, just trying to make money to help his sister

Roy, the typical chill detective who stays relatively calm in most situations. Looks 8 years older than he is, dresses in an unbuttoned shirt and a bomber jacket no matter the situation, and also is just trying to make money and keep himself afloat

And Aria, gifted character, who's actually a private investigator that the police force hires, definitely doesn't give a shit who she's working for until it comes into a plan. She part-owns a nightclub and is one of the baddest bitches I have the pleasure of writing

And ofc the Royal Flush are super fun to write too, but I don't wanna ramble about them for too long so I'll just summarize with;

Diamond, the frontman who lives for performing and gets the biggest justice boner an afab could possibly get

Spades, their brother, the biggest homosexual Chicago's ever seen, who also enjoys the spotlight but is content just helping out

Clubs, the hitman, keeps everyone on track and pulls off the harder things to do like disarming and murder

And Hearts, the woman in the chair, Chicago's aroace queen who manages the social media aspect of being an illegal vigilante group

I'm very excited about them :) after writing all of this I realize i actually have another story that might've been more exciting to read about but hey!! I still think these guys are really cool :] tysm for asking!!