#idk it usually change every few sentences

[rosicheeks]

Rosie darling I can never ever be too sweet to you because you are the sweetest (and sexiest - damn fucking sexiest 😍🥵) person in this galaxy. I very much enjoy being your secret admirer you gorgeous woman. ❤️🥰 I am so happy you are enjoying your paints. It is what I wanted for my darling Rosie. ❤️ That photo shoot will be the best one yet for you princess Rosie. 😁❤️ I love your questions. I love cats. I have 4 boys. Cats are already perfect so I’ll choose two other animals. I’d combine an otter and an elephant. I’d call it an eletter because that is the first word I thought of for that horrific creature. 😂😳 I am from the southeastern US. The state between Alabama and South Carolina. 🍑😘 I’m in my 30s but under 35 (I hope my old man status doesn’t take away my darling anon status 😂). I can be myself around my best friend Nikki because we have been friends for a decade. I know I could also be myself around you because I just feel so comfy with you. Talking to you is like sitting by a warm fire and drinking hot chocolate while reading your favorite book. ❤️🥰😁

SWEETIE I MISSED YOU 🥰

[sukunasweetheart]

I was rereading some of your fics and got inspired so please hear me out🙏

Reader being college!sukunas pretty little gf but going through a bit of a insecure phase. Having to wonder if sukuna using her for her body. While also having to endure people trying to flirt with him at every party (sukuna has never and would never flirt or cheat but since reader is going through something, she's obviously bothered)

This continues for a few weeks, reader brings it up but sukuna always gets annoyed and shuts it down(Sukuna and reader both not knowing how to efficiently communicate). Reader's insecurity is kind of building up😕 so atp shes debating whether to break up with him because shes just so tired of feeling like she's not enough.

One night reader gets drunk during a night out with maki and nobara so they have to call him to go pick her up. Sukunas kind of mad since she hasn't called or texted him all day so he calls her out on it while driving home. Reader being a emotional drunk decides its the perfect time to unleash how she feels. Sukuna listens to her and starts worrying when reader very briefly mentions a break up. So when they get home sukuna gets her to spill the beans before she knocks out. Meanwhile sukuna spends all night thinking about how to reassure reader that he loves her (he doesn't want to lose her😭)

Next morning reader wakes up in his arms and he tells her he wants to talk about what happened last night now that shes sober. So they have a serious talk about it (tears were definitely shed)

Edit: THIS WRITING WAS GNARLY IM SO SORRY😭i had a vision but i couldn't put it into words correctly. i gave up near the end but i kind of just wanted to hear your thoughts😖

AWWWW THIS IS SO ADORABLE FR

i love the angst and happy ending, always 😘😘😘 it hurts so good </3 just them being so unsure of each other and what to do, even if its clear that they both are so deeply in love <3

very relevant angst bc someone like sukuna would find it very difficult to understand what it feels to be insecure... it makes you wonder how much patience he could have for someone who is intensely insecure (me)

anyway i can imagine drunk reader being a sobbing, bumbling mess when shes at home with him, talking in a way thats barely comprehensible, weeping in between sentences and sukuna just not knowing what to do with you except wipe your tears away (he'd call you cute if you weren't actually so upset) but then you mention that maybe its better off if the two of you break up, which wipes the smile off his face

imagine him wracking his brains at night while he observes your sleeping face, not knowing what to do... he'd never thought that what he was doing now wasn't enough in making you feel secure with him and that he was making you so unhappy

maybe what you need is more verbal affirmation, bc sukuna is so action oriented, he realises he doesn't nearly as often tell you that he loves you and only uses gestures to show it instead.

idk this might be corny but imagine you and him practicing saying 'i love you' while sitting face to face, holding hands, and for the first time you see his ears get pink, its certainly not something he says often. you bursting into laughter at the stiff way he says it makes him even more bashful.

"stop fucking laughing! it's your turn now, hurry up."

but when you say it, it sounds so natural and genuine and sweet, even when you're saying it in between laughs. it makes him wonder how you're doing it.

anyway, seeing sukuna's ears get so pink and seeing how awkward he is for a change, is strangely healing to you and probably helps you gain some confidence back bc who else could incur such feelings in him other than you?? especially when he usually has such an idgaf attitude :)

[howlsofter]

Hellfire.

You’ve been working for John Constantine for a little. He’s been too protective to let you learn anything but he wants to keep you close. Just my usual one shot smut with a little plot.

Words: 2.8k

Tags/warnings: m/f penetration, cunnilingus, drinking, smoking, a little dirty talk, choking, idk sex mostly

John Constantine hates being bothered.

But he needs a new driver.

Just temporarily.

He’d found me on one of his previous endeavors, but many already know who I am. Taught of the occult and arcane by a small circle on the streets after my parents passed, my skills are above most.

Not that I ever get to use them with John. He’s worrisome, shaking as he presses his cigarette back up to his mouth, inhaling like it was his last breathe. He is peering outside.

“John, this time please,” I beg as I round up to the building, John doesn’t even look my way, tossing his cigarette to the ground the moment he opens the car door. He rushes inside and I sigh, tapping my fingers against the steering wheel and letting my head fall back.

30 minutes or so and he’s back, staggering with another goddamn cigarette between his lips. He climbs into the car and I drive forward,

“Where to?” I ask, glancing in the mirror. He’s been crashing at mine for this stent, but he’s been talking about something West. Something I could help him with.

My life is in Brooklyn. I pursed my lips together when he told me. I agreed. He knew I would. I’ve been following John blindly these past few months, yet I don’t know if he really gives a fuck about me.

“Fuck,” he spreads out in the backseat, closing his eyes and pressing his cigarette up to his lips, “anywhere. Do you have alcohol?”

That’s code for my place, because I almost always have alcohol. He’s not a terrible house guest. He doesn’t touch my food, he crashes on the couch fully clothed, no blankets no pillows. That’s only if he’s tired, otherwise he sits and, thinks. I guess.

I pour us a glass and leave the bottle in the middle of table. John sits back and retrieves his cigarettes from his pocket, knocking out another and putting it up to his lips.

He lights it before taking a long sip of his drink. He’s sat back in his seat but leaned forward in a long folded over shape. He takes another drag as soon as he’s swallowed the liquid, huffing out and looking around my apartment.

Nothing has changed since the last time he’s been here, he realizes quick and settles back to me. I reach out, “may I?” He seems annoyed but he snatches the pack from his side pocket where he’d returned them.

I scoot my chair over closer as he grabs the lighter. He holds the cigarette up and I lean forward, taking it from his fingers between my lips. I still, following his hands as he takes another long drag, looking at me waiting for him. I raise an eyebrow and begin reaching for the lighter myself. John’s eyes dart to it and he reaches out quick, flicking his wrist to open it and swiftly sparking it up. I inhale just enough to light it before taking a real drag and sitting back.

“Any plans here, John.”

He takes another sip, “always asking me shit. No, there’s no plans. I’m waiting for someone to slip up.”

“I haven’t found anything about the soul stones,” I’ve been researching, asking around, “most people say they haven’t heard of them.”

“Then you’re asking the wrong people.” He takes a hit after every sentence, this man breathes no oxygen.

“Maybe it’s not in Brooklyn anymore?”

“West…” he mentions again, “but it’s just another gamble.” He turns his head away, like he’s tired of the conversation and finally I take another drag of mine. I can feel the nicotine buzz in my body, I only ever palm one off of John occasionally. It mixes well with a little alcohol.

John leans back up, resting his elbows on the table and taking another large sip of his drink. “Are you really coming?” He asks, suddenly so serious. He takes his last sip of his drink, putting it to rest on my tabletop, he flicks his ash into the ashtray I have specifically for him.

“I said I was.” I respond, lifting my own cup, I swirl the liquid around and take a small sip.

“You don’t have to.”

“Do you want me to?”

John puts the cigarette out, leaving it in the ash. “Only if you want to.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“You’re… useful to me. But I don’t want to uproot your life.”

“I have no other life. Do you want me to go?” I’m shifting closer as I speak, John watches me careful, like I’m about to lunge at him.

“None at all?” He almost teases me, I watch his lips form the words, he tilts his shoulders towards me, leaning in.

I’m not going to engage, he tilts his chin up, like he’s going to kiss me, but I know John’s games and I turn my head. Quickly cutting him off to take a long drag.

John wants to roll his eyes, snaking a hand past me to take the short stick from my hands. He takes an equally long drag, burning through the rest of the cigarette before casting it out with his first.

“I want you to come,” he tells me. He says it like I’m holding a gun to his head, but his body is open, pulling me in slightly. I have to tilt my head up to him.

“Then I’m there,” I almost whisper it. He bites his lip for a moment, pats his blazer for his smokes and fills the gap between us. It’s sweet, one careful kiss. I capture it, silently allowing him to continue. He has his stance open, on either side of my chair. He leans in closer, sliding his hands around my hips and pulling me to the edge. I moan against his lips, he we taste the same almost, the same brand of cigarette. He pulls away and leans back, licking my saliva off his lower lip.

“This is your obligatory one minute to reconsider.”

“Reconsider?”

“To reconsider being with me. You have 45 seconds.”

I reach out and wrap my fingers around his tie, pulling him back closer to kiss him again. He stops the count, swallowing me up hold. He pulls me over into his lap and stands, holding me up against his waist.

I’m straddled up against his cock, which poked at me through his loose slacks. He fumbled to my room, forgetting which door it is at first, setting me up on my dresser when we were there. He bites at my neck, sinking his teeth in hard enough for it to hurt. I hiss, going to shove him away. No matter there I pushed or pulled him, he didn’t budge. John secures his arm he already has around my waist, his other hand reaches into his pocket. He retrieves his smokes and sets them beside us on the dresser. He kisses where he was just attacking me, hand sinking into his pocket to retrieve his lighter. My break is short lived, he runs his nose down my neck and delves into a soft spot there. I choke and stretch away from him, knocking his lighter from his hand on accident.

I hear it bounce around on the ground with a few soft thuds then silence. John follows it with his eyes before they snap back to me. I dont know why it’s so embarrassing, I can feel my face burning and John simply moves on. He presses more pretty kisses to my neck, coaxing me again. I give in easy, wrapping my legs up around him. He moves to kissing me again, going to undo his belt. I groan, reaching out to knock his fingers away and do it myself. My shaky fingers fumble over the black leather, pulling it from the matching black belt loops. I wait to break the kiss once I’m done, blinking up at John through my lashes. He takes over, pulling it completely out and dropping his belt to the floor, he’s completely hard now. His slacks sink down his waist without his belt, his briefs waistline visible and the tip of his cock pressed against the edge, waiting.

He sits back up, running his hands along my thighs and yanking me closer to the edge of the dresser. He forces me to sit back when he undoes my jeans, looming over me and nudging my nose with his.

I push my hands flat against the wood, lifting my hips up and letting him slide them off of me. He sinks down, the flat of his hand running from my outter to my inner thigh slowly, making sure they’re well apart before he’s sliding over my panties. I grip the edge of the dresser, looking down at John for once. One hand curves around my thigh, fingers hooking my underwear and holding them to the side with his ring finger, the rest of his hand flat between my hip bones. He presses there with minimal pressure, wasting no time sliding his tongue right between my folds. He opens his mouth wide, running right from my entrance up to my vulva then a few open mouth kisses, his tongue seeking out my clit and pressing in rough circle. He has his eyes closed until he’s found a rythme, looking up at me and shifting his free hand down, palming himself through his slacks.

It feels way too good, really, I’m trying hard not to wriggle out of his hold in pleasure. I can only grind down and shake, unable to rip my eyes from him. I snake my hand into his short dark hair, pulling at it then fixing it to the side.

John’s tongue slips down, exploring my entrance as his hand finally manages to get his button off and he’s exposed himself. He stroked himself slowly, lustfully, trying to fuck me with his tongue.

I switch between his hand and his face, I’m getting closer. His mouth feels better and better each second, I begin to freeze up, focusing on the sensation. I’m almost smirking, I’ve never thought I’d have John Constantine in this position. Jacking off while I grind against his face.

He sees my smirk and he just can’t help but be an asshole. Slowing his tongue, he licks one more slow strip up me before pulling off, he practically rips my underwear off as he stands back up.

I groan, edging myself back from the dresser and cursing quietly, “getting too cocky there, Hellfire,” he warns me, brandishing my nickname he’s almost called me one before. He goes back to holding my hips, lulling me forward as he drags his cock right up against me. His saliva mixed with my pleasure coats his cock and he groans into my ear, “protection?”

“Already casted,” he nods.

He runs his hands up my hips and finally slips my top off, letting it fall with his other clothes beside us in the pile. He undoes a few of his shirt buttons quickly, pulling it off over his head when he’s had enough.

John assumes position. “Hold my shoulders,” he commands, bringing his hips back, one hand adjusting himself and the other holding my side. He presses the tip in carefully, my body rejects him. It aches, I tighten my hold around his shoulders, encircling him closer to me. “Fuck, relax,” he tells me to like it’s easy. I inhale stiff and sharp and he runs his hand around me to my back, “breathe,” he tries again, speaks slower. I do, inhaling again slowly. He’s pushing into me on my exhale, carefully, steady. We both make a noise when he’s, passed the hardest part for me. John is hungry, running his hand up to cup my breast, he sinks his hips into me further.

I lean back on one hand, supporting most of our weight, my other arm is still encased around John. I can’t go anywhere as he fills me up, pushing him away only makes him smile. He gets halfway in before he snaps up into me. His name falls past my lips, not given a moment to regain my composure before he’s fucking me. Quick and rough, his body makes a slapping sound every time we meet.

He groans over me, following the curve of my open mouth with his brown eyes. His pupils blown, he grabs at my neck, encasing his large hand around it and holding me still.

He’s gripping me just rough enough to steady me but I can still breathe. My gasps are raspy against his palm, the pain is all pleasure. I gaze at him through my eyelids, going weak against his grasp on me. I paw at him with my free hand, running the line of his collarbone and trying not to let my eyes shut.

John yanks me forward, my useless hand coming up quickly to his wrist as the rest of my body sits up in order. He speeds up his thrusts, holding me by my neck right up his face. He’s so focused in, there’s not a thought behind those dark eyes besides need.

I let my sticky forehead press against this, eyes eyes dip down, not realizing how hard he’d started choking me. He loosens his grip but only moves his hand when his hips have slowed, scooping me back up while he’s still pressed inside of me. I wrap both arms around him around, barely assisting him in the transition from my dresser to my low bed.

He gets on his knees, falling out of me as he sets me back on the bed. I fall back doll, letting my arms rest above my head as I lift my hips and stretch out. He runs his hand over himself a few times, trying to really take in his view before crawling back up to hover above me. He pushes my legs apart with one hand, still touching himself as he leans over, pressing an open mouth kiss to the soft spot of my thigh. The niceties never last long. Next he’s biting me again, holding my leg down when I immediately begin my escape.

“So pretty,” he hums, running his nose up my leg, licking my hip bone and adjusting himself to press against my entrance. It’s easier for him to slide into me in this position, he grabs my arm when I go to block my blush.

He eases slowly, shuffling to find the best position where he has at least one free hand. He runs it down my side, squeezing my hip and bringing me closer. With his thumb he presses more slow circles against my clit, I lay still and lazy, following his slow motions with my hips as encouragement.

“Am I being good?” I prompt him, my voice scratchy from him grip before. I say it quiet, unsure if he even heard me. But John most certainly did, unconsciously picking up speed.

“That’s what you want?” He snaps up in me, moving his thumb over me with a matching thrust. My hips jut out, trying to push my legs apart further. The same tingling heat building up inside of my groin.

I only kinda nod, too close to be embarrassed. I ghost over the tattoos on his forearm and grip his upper, pleading with him with my eyes. “You’re being so fucking good,” he murmurs, coaxing my orgasm with every thrust, “letting me use you.”

“John,” I whimper his name, trying to get him to keep talking and attempting to drag him closer. He’s getting closer, not daring move from where he is now he’ll spill. His arm is shaky, flexing under my grip. He is losing his breath, mouth ajar.

He sucks in quickly, “fuck, you can cum, baby,” he says it in a growl, edging himself as I spill. My body grips around him and his head falls slack against my shoulder, he bites into the skin there but I don’t even register it past the pleasure that’s hits me.

It rings out through my whole body, John slows, sloppy thrusts as he continues to use me. When I’m settling he pulls out, letting out a delicious moan and cumming. Warm spurts all over my bare stomach, I hum in delight, running my fingers to scoop some up and lick them clean.

John sits up slowly, huffing as he pushes his sweaty hair back. “Fuck, Hellfire,” he mumbles, climbing off the bed to grab his smokes and lighter. I’d knocked it off halfway beneath the dresser. He lights one up swiftly, how he’s done it a thousand times before, and grabs a random shirt off my floor. I don’t protest, it’s dirty anyways. I steal the cigarette from his lips as he wipes me clean.

[catoslvt]

Gally (TMR) x Reader

you were from Aris' maze, and the people who saved Gally saved you as well.

because Aris is like the male equivalent to Teresa, Gally is the male equivalent to you.

everyone sleeps in the same room in sleeping bags and stuff apart from people who may need checkups during the night (like Gally and you🥰)

Also there's still apples and shit cos idk

he has a nightmare about Chuck cos I'm sad.

I was meant to be sleeping over two hours ago, but I'm restless, my mind going over 100mph, I need to get up and walk about, try to tire myself out and maybe go get a drink.

I slowly stand up from my bed, trying to listen for footsteps, if the people who usually check on me during the night realise I'm wandering out of bed during the middle of the night without letting one of them know i'll probably be in a lot of trouble, but I need a drink so I really don't care.

As I slip out of my room/hospital room, I hear quiet cries coming from the door next to mine, Gallys room.

My heart stops for a split seconds, and I stop in my tracks, peeking my head into Gallys room. I realise he's sleeping, his eyes shut tight, and his face screwed up as though he's about to cry, and without second thought, I creep into his room, trying to keep my footsteps as light as possible.

I watch Gally for a few seconds before he starts mumbling, his voice breaking with every word and his sentences hardly making sense.

'Maze'

'Chuck'

'Stay'

"Gally." I say quietly, moving closer to his bed, but he remains asleep, his face tensing and twisting as the mumbling continues getting louder, I need to wake him up before Donnie or someone else comes to see what's wrong.

"Gally." I say, getting slightly louder, and as I touch his arm, His face stops twisting and making horrible expressions, and he mumbles one last word.

'Chuck'

"Gally." I say, my volume now getting increasingly close to my normal speaking volume, and I give him one last final shake, and his eyes slowly begin to open.

"What the fu -" He goes to say very loudly, and I press my finger to his lips.

"It's only me. Everyone's still asleep. You need to be quiet, I'm sorry for waking you up, but I think you were having a nightmare." I tell him and gally sits up and moves so his back is against the wall, and he pats the spot next to him for me to sit down beside him.

We've both been here for probably close to a year, we've both changed a lot since we first arrived both physically and mentally, adapting to life outside the maze where everything isn't given to us in a box and things aren't in perfect harmony, but we've made it work, we're close, which makes sense because in Gallys maze he was the male equivalent to me, or vice versa, I don't think it really matters though.

"It was just a stupid dream." He states, turning away from me.

"About Chuck?" I ask even though I already know the answer.

"Yeah, It felt so real, like I was back there killing him all over again." He sighs, and I gently grab his arm.

"But it wasn't you. You didn't do it. You had been stung by a griever, and it wasn't even him you were trying to kill." I remind him, trying my best to comfort him.

"Do you get dreams about Rachel?" Gally asks as he turns to look at me, his eyes instantly falling on mine, and I feel myself blushing slightly.

"Yeah, but they're just dreams, I've come to terms with the fact I'm not at fault for her death. WICKD is." I answer and he just nods before shrugging.

"Wanna go a walk? I'm hungry." Gally then asks as he turns to look at me, and I quickly stand up nodding rapidly.

"I'm so thirsty, that's why I got out of bed to get a drink, but then I heard you mumbling, so i came to make sure everything was alright." I tell him, and he lets out a joking 'mhm'

"Are you sure you didn't just want to watch me sleep?" He teases as he stands up and stretches before walking over to the doorway of the room, which hasn't had a door in god knows how long.

"In your dreams." I scoff as I follow him.

"Unfortunately, my dreams aren't that good." He continues as he leads the way to the places makeshift kitchen, my breathing stopping when we walk past one of the enterances to the sleeping room.

Once we reach the kitchen, I instantly find a bottle of water, Ripping the cap off and chugging half of the bottle as Gally finds two apples, keeping one in his hand and stuffing the other in his pocket.

"Can we go to our car?" I ask and Gally smiles widely with a nod.

our car is one one of the old banged up cars our group keeps in one of their garages. It's a good hiding spot because all the windows are blacked out, and somehow, every door is still intact.

"We can't stay for too long. Everyone will be waking up in a few hours, and god knows when someone will wake up to check on us." He says as he grabs my hand and leads the way.

"Do you think the car still works?" I ask as we climb in the back of the car we have claimed as our own private hang out spot.

"I'm not sure, wouldn't be much help to us anyway." Gally answers as he begins eating the first apple, offering me the second but I shake my head no.

"Well, we could always just drive away, maybe make our way back to the mazes, see if the grievers are gone, and if they are, then we could just live happily in the maze." I say, being completely sarcastic and Gally just laughs.

"You always have to find the positives in everything, don't you?" He asks with a smile and I shrug.

"I guess that's one of our biggest differences, eh?" He continues with a gentle shove to my side.

"I like that you're almost always negative." I tell him as i turn to face him, and he just smiles.

"and I like that you're almost always positive." He states, and I feel myself turning red as I look away and smile.

"We've known each other for like a year, and im closer to you than I was with any of the girls in my maze, and I was with them for like three years." I tell Gally as I slowly turn to look at him again, and as I'm speaking, I could've sworn I saw his eyes drop to my lips for a few seconds.

"I hated everyone in my Glade, so it's not hard to be closer to you than I was them." He remarks, and I scoff and look away.

"No, I didn't mean it like that -" Gally quickly says, and I try to hide my smile by looking hurt.

"No y/n, I didn't mean it like that." Gally says as he gently grabs my face and makes me look at him, and his eyes fall to my lips again, and before I even had time to register what I was doing, my lips were on his.

"Shit." I gasp as I pull away from Gally, instantly pushing myself against the door on my side, trying to get away from him but also still wanting to be in the same space as him.

"Why did you pull away?" Gally asks, pulling me away from the door and almost pulling me onto his lap as his lips meet mine in a gentle but quick paced kiss.

It seems like we spend hours in the car kissing, but it probably wasn't even half an hour before we're clambering out of the car, trying not to laugh.

"I really hope we haven't had checks." Gally whispers to me as we begin walking back to our rooms.

"I don't even care if we did, I'm too happy to care." I tell him as I stare up at him, now standing at the thin strip of wall between our rooms.

"I'll see you at breakfast?" He asks looking down at me.

"Save me a seat." I say with a smile, and he leans down and kisses me to the lips before pulling away and walking into his room, and I do the same walking into my room with the largest smile on my face.

[falsewordz]

Study Session

GN Reader who's pretty assertive, expect some dom reader and sub asahi vibe here

CW: ...idk, just...fluff??

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: This is just reader teasing and doing intimate stuff and Asahi blushing wayy too much. I need this fluff in my life. AHFSKNKS I want this in real life. Please, anime god or whatever god out there, please let me have a boyfriend like this. Or girlfriend. I don't care I just want fluff in my life. 😭

End of term exams were coming up and you were stressed. You wanted to get someone to study with you to feel less anxious, so you dragged your dear boyfriend, Asahi, down with you.

You came up to him during recess and asked him if you could study with him, either today after school or another day, his choice. Then added, "We can study at my house."

You two studied together all the time, but it was always at school, not once did you study together at your house. Asahi was ready to accept your invitation until he heard your last sentence. He stopped mid word and red clouds rose to his cheeks immediately as he processed what you had said, stammering as if he's suddenly lost the ability to produce coherent speech.

After some heavy blushing and stammering, he gave a positive response back. A response that was probably made a bit too loudly, causing everyone nearby to look and Asahi frying himself internally.

It was cute. Really cute. The fluffy feeling of seeing Asahi blushing and stumbling on his words because of you already made you feel better. You were looking forward to the study session.

After club activities finished, you went down to the gym to pick Asahi up. Volleyball training usually lasted pretty long and always ended after your club activities, so you've made a habit of coming here after you finished.

You enjoyed going to the gym, sitting in the audience section on the top, watching Asahi and rest his teammates practice. You would have your homework with you, writing with the background sound of shoes squeaking against the gym floor and the energetic shouting from the group of teen boys.

It was just nice to be doing something and when you needed, you can just lift your head up and boom, there he is. You would always see Asahi on the court. He's just there, always ready for you to locate him. The warmness you feel every time you see him on the court, full of confidence, always there for you, is something you couldn't really describe.

Although today you noticed something was off. Asahi was making more mistakes than usual, Sawamura and Sugawara both were quite concerned. When Asahi awkwardly told them the reason for his nervousness, Sugawara smirked and started teasing him, Sawamura also teased a bit but mainly focused on getting him to concentrate.

When Sawamura noticed your arrival, he kicked Asahi out and got him to change so he can accompany you. Since Asahi was already distracted, Sawamura knew it would only get worse now that you're here, so he decided it would best to save everyone the trouble and just get Asahi to do what was on his mind this entire time. Asahi can focus on practice another day.

You ran up to Asahi and clung onto his arm as soon as he finished changing. It's something you've done way too many times yet Asahi still heat up every time you do it.

The red blush on Asahi's cheeks just looked so cute that you couldn't help but sneak a peck. The shade on his cheeks deepened immediately. He looked at you, saw your unsaid need in your pleading eyes, and gave a quick peck back with his eyes squeezed shut.

Now you're satisfied.

You led Asahi back to your house. After some comforting along with nervous and awkward conversations between Asahi and your parents, you finally managed to get him into your bedroom.

He sat along side with you on the ground, you could see he's still nervous. His muscles were all tensed up, his head down, although sneaking a few glances at your bedroom now and then. He looked almost like a big dog with his tail between his legs.

He looked so fluffy you couldn't resist but to lean in his arms and snuggle against his chest. Asahi was still nervous, but now the source of nervousness had changed to you instead of being in your room. You patted him a few times in attempt to ease his stress, then started taking out your exercise books to begin studying.

This wasn't something you had done before. You and Asahi were at school most of time, so there wasn't any opportunities to indulge yourself in such intimate behaviours. However confident you seemed on the surface, beneath you were worried about how Asahi was going to react to this sudden gesture.

"Um...are you going to stay like this?" Asahi was practically burning. His body temperature was already warm enough due to his big build, but now? You felt like you were leaning against a hot bar of metal.

"Yeah. You said you were going to study with me, and I feel that I study the best being like this." You looked up to face Asahi, pleading with your puppy eyes but both of you knew it was only a facade and you were smirking beneath it.

There was no way he could say no to that face, but before he agreed, you let him off the hook and got out of his lap. You decided it was too much for your big boy to handle - there was no way that you were going to admit that you were also getting embarrassed - so you took the next best alternative, snuggle against his side with your head on his shoulder.

"Is this better?" You asked, still leaning on his side.

"Ye...yeah." His reply was hesitant. Although your movement was sudden and his stress level shot through the roof when you did it, it didn't mean he hated it. In fact, it was nice to be so close to you, to surround you and enclose you by his muscular chest and arms.

Seeing that you were again starting to take stuff out of your bag, he hesitantly opened his mouth. He said something, but it was so quiet you couldn't even hear him by being right next to him. So you looked at him, tilted your head, "What is it?"

When he tried to resay it, he instinctively lifted his right hand up to cover his face since you're now looking at him, but you caught it and held it in place. You stroked his hand softly using your thumb, encouraging him to speak his mind. "Aww don't do that, I want to see your face."

After some intense struggles within his head, he finally voiced his want, "Uh...so...um, could you do that again?"

"Do what?" You asked despite knowing full well what he was talking about. You tried your best to keep your smirk down, and your efforts seemed to be working, for now.

"...sit in my lap." He averted his gaze from you, otherwise he felt like he was going to short wire.

And those cheeks, oh dear, they seemed even redder now, if that's even possible.

Now it was impossible to keep your smirk down. You licked your lips, "Of course."

Any worry about being too sudden and Asahi taking it illy was all out of the window. You happily crawled back onto his lap, making yourself real comfortable in the little area he's created just for you.

Now you're ready to study.

This might not be the best position for studying, but hey, you could work around it.

And it seemed that Asahi could too.

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twenty questions for fic writers

tagged to do the do by @prince-of-elsinore, ty ty for thinking of me

How many works do you have on ao3?

211 (and elsewhere, maybe a dozen we don't talk about, bc they suck, on livejournal; maybe a couple dozen short pieces here on tumblr that have never migrated to ao3)

What's your total ao3 word count?

1,515,103

What fandoms do you write for?

Almost all Supernatural, but also some video game fandoms (FF, DA, maybe BG3 soon), MCU, etc. usual suspects.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. oh so good, oh so fine -- 993 kudos 2. there will be better days -- 846 kudos 3. see things so much clearer -- 621 kudos 4. into the flood again -- 602 kudos 5. side two, track one -- 558 kudos maybe someday we'll break 1000, lol

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely I do, and would find it rude not to. I know other people have all kinds of reasons they don't respond but I don't have any of those reasons, especially since I'm pathetically grateful every time someone bothers to say they liked something, lol. If anyone's even a tiny bit encouraged to become a repeat reader by the writer responding, I want to encourage that as much as possible. Plus, every once in a while, you can get a dece conversation going in the comments! Find a like-minded fan! That's worth any effort to compose a few sentences of thanks. The only comments I don't respond to are emoji strings or cut-and-paste 'another kudos here' comments, because they're not actually comments. (I appreciate the thought, but... I don't want them.)

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I have had some beta friends who would argue about this one, lol. I guess the saddest is probably the hollow summer, since the whole plot is kind of hurt/no comfort. I don't believe in a successful boy king, let's say that.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

again, probably depends on how you define 'happy'. glory days is probably the most cheerful; for me, the happy comes better with more experience behind it, so the thirty-third yard would maybe be my personal choice.

Do you get hate on fics?

nope; worst I ever got was some twerp who actually responded to someone else's comment, bitching that I didn't put the right peepee in the right poopyhole. But only one of those, ever, and safely ignored. idk, I don't attract that much.

Do you write smut?

...yes.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

only one, and it only sort of counts -- i heard love was blind, which is Cordell Walker/Dean Winchester, but of course the point is that Dean's getting the body of his brother by other means. I like crossovers but I usually want there to be a point beyond 'let's mash these two faves together and see what happens'; I'm more inclined toward doing a whole-universe fusion, e.g. fully placing characters with what you can salvage of their key backstory elements into a universe not their own... which I guess would also count as a crossover, wouldn't it. so I also did that with putting the Winchesters into the Dragon Age 2 plot, in whatever we were before. definitely 'crazier' than the first one here, lol.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I think that's the kind of thing that happens on WattPad. Who cares.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, a few.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I tried; it didn't work. Both people need to be contributing to the writing for it to really count as 'co-written'; nevertheless it's stuck with both author names on ao3 because I don't think there's a way to change that.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

I think from context this should be clear. Although will also forever hold many small candles for the little guys.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

the aforementioned "co-written" fic, which was meant to be a huge series. The first fic is finished because I brute-forced my way through it, but there was a full five-season arc we were going to try to get through. Alas. The first one is decent, though, and works as a complete fic on its own: In a Cursed Hour.

What are your writing strengths?

voice, pacing, naturalism; characterization, though that can be argued in a fan-space

What are your writing weaknesses?

plot -- I find it intensely boring. Avoidance of plot then tends to flatten stories into similar non-arcs; I don't mind that, but it's a skill to exercise.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'll only do Spanish, and that's only because I studied it for eight years. Even then it's usually the wrong choice, unless it's a fully blended multilingual story (which most are not, and in the wrong hands it comes off as absurd); better to convey through the POV character either understanding it or not, and dealing with it in narrative instead of straight dialogue. Although a word or two here or there is nbd, clearly.

First fandom you wrote for?

Final Fantasy VIII

Favorite fic you've written?

well, questions, you got me, because I don't believe in favorites. at this moment in terms of writing skill I think the best might be asceticism, but in terms of one that sits in my head and fully just is canon, lol, it might be there will be better days, mentioned above. the only heaven fic I need. I guess that says something.

kind of interesting to look at the stats, if also stressful. let's get some other writers to be interested/stressed -- uhh @redmyeyes, @phynali, @hellhoundsprey, @stillwaterseas, @whiskeycherrypie

some shots in the dark :)

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WIP Writing Poll

Trying something a little different since I've got a (blissfully) clear weekend ahead of me and I didn't do WIP Wednesday in the usual sense this week:

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips and then for whichever wins, write one sentence for every vote it gets (but you should also write 1 sentence for every vote each of them gets!)

Not expecting a ton of traction but I figured it's worth trying.

WIP blurbs below the cut!

Emergence:

Wholesale rewrite of Power Rangers Mystic Force. Nick still rolls into town, the core five are still recruited, Udonna still loses her Snow Staff, but all it takes are a few changes to change everything. Madison makes a move. Koragg recognizes his missing son. Everything is the same, and nothing is the same. More romance, more mysticism, more focus on the characters.

Tales of the Outer Planes:

Prequel series to Descent and TFaK. What happened between March and August 1986 that brought Eddie and Steve so close? A few big incidents, and even more smaller moments that build to something new.

A Brother is Born for Adversity:

Immediately after the end of Righteous Gemstones 3x08. Kelvin's on Cloud 9, Keefe's anxious, and they need to have a talk. Missing scene, essentially.

Magical Mysteries Never Give a Single Thing Back:

Summer 1985: Eddie Munson makes a deal with a demon, trading away true love for musical success. One hitch: that demon looks like Steve Harrington, and says he could give Eddie love in exchange for his musical talent instead. Eddie refuses. Part two is still a WIP and tracks the fallout of that deal, for better or worse.

Steddie Witches AU:

Steve Harrington is from a long line of well-respected witches in one of the world's most powerful covens, but he's never quite lived up to the name or the expectations. He assumed he'd live a life of magical grunt work, but he finally gets a mission from the circle to hunt down a hedge witch, someone operating outside the rigid magical structure of covenhood that keeps everyone safe. Steve thinks he's ready, but nothing could prepare him for Eddie Munson, rogue hedge witch.

Til I Lose My Breath:

Ronance oneshot inspired by girl in red's i wanna be your girlfriend. Robin's helping Nancy organize some things while she's home from Emerson, and Nancy's definitely sending signals, right? ...right?

Snowed In:

Oneshot about a young Udonna and Leanbow getting snowed in while away in the mountains. Fluffy, with basically no plot. Inspired by every K-drama ever where the main couple gets snowed in for the night and has to share body warmth, except one of them is an ice witch.

Mama's Biscuits & Gravy:

Kelvin used to make biscuits and gravy with his mama every Saturday morning. It's pretty much the only thing he knows how to actually make. So why can't he get it right for Keefe?

Evergreen:

Kelvin/Keefe (Gembers?) fluff about dyeing Kelvin's fauxhawk.

Beyond the Crystal Cave (There's a Tunnel Made for Lovin'):

Sequel to Descent and TFaK. The Spicy Six go to a local festival, eat crappy food, ride rides, and get stuck on the Tunnel o' Love when it breaks down. They get stuck for a WHILE. Shenanigans reasonably ensue.

No pressure tags (if you wanna do your own or just vote idk I'm winging it): @hairstevington @eriquin @serpentinegraphite @poemsingreenink @grimalkintoes @t0rchlitgarden @horsegirleddiemunson

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks to the ever lovely @lucky-bishop for the tag! <3

How many works do you have on ao3?

74! Which feels both like a lot and not that much at the same time.

What's your total ao3 word count?

270,119?!

What fandoms do you write for?

Right now primarily Teen Wolf and I recently revisited my first fandom of Gundam Wing. I've also written a ton for BBC Merlin, Percy Jackson/Heroes Of Olympus, BBC Sherlock, Harry Potter, Newsies and random other things...

Top five fics by kudos:

Act of Man | BBC Merlin | Arthur/Merlin

Nightmares | PJO/HoO | Percy/Jason

Looking for the Thing We Lost | Teen Wolf | Peter/Stiles

Here I Am (Stuck in the Middle With You) | PJO/HoH | Percy/Jason

Know How A Man Becomes a Beast | Teen Wolf | Peter/Stiles

Do you respond to comments?

Yes, on all of my stuff from the past few years. There are older fics that I've opted not to respond to comments on for varying reasons, but I do read them all.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

When I have angst, I like to have it with a happy ending, but I would probably say this fliclette I wrote based on the prompt: "Can you do a Jasercy fic where Jason is trying to comprehend the fact that Percy's gone, preferably death, but it doesn't have to be."

A Slow Deep Panic | PJO/HoO | Jason/Percy

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I really like the end of Stuck Between Stations. After putting Stiles and Peter in the Wild Hunt and in time loop, the least I could do was give them a happy ending.

Do you get hate on fics?

Not hate, but I have gotten weird comments. I usually just ignore if they are just odd, but I have also deleted comments that are boarding on hate.

Do you write smut?

Yep!

Craziest crossover:

Aside from one HP/Sherlock fic that was co-written with my bestie and that we both abandoned, I don't really do long form crossovers (and that one wasn't crazy anyway). That said, there was a tumblr prompt game years ago, that was for 3 sentence fics and almost every prompt I got was a crazy crossover:

Dean and Castiel. Fight Club

MJN crew (bonus points for including Herc Shipwright). Supernatural hunters.

Sherlock/John. Teenagers working at Mooby's (View Askewniverse).

Jack/Spot, Night Vale AU.

Arthur and Eames. Exorcism.

You can read all of these and a few others: 3 Sentence Fic Collection. And actually, this was a fun trend, we should bring it back.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of, and knock on wood it never happens.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! A few actually, and it's always so, so, so flattering:

Acts of Man was translated into Chinese

Black Sails in the Sunset was translated into Português

Looking for the Thing We Lost was translated into Russian

This is a perfect time to say that I am always open to my fics being translated, podficced, remixed, etc. Just let me know so I can gush about it!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, the aforementioned abandoned HP/Sherlock fic, but it's been ages. @punchedbymarkesmith and I have kicked around some collab ideas, which I think would both be a blast and also for a potentially niche audience. Maybe 2024 is the year this happens!

All time favourite ship?

Steter is the one I've stuck with the longest, but I do have a few that I will always return to in the same way you might eat a comfort meal.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Look, I really, really want to finish It's Only Forever. I have like 1, maybe 2 chapters left. But it's been so long and I feel like my writing has changed, and idk. Every year I say I'm going to work on it, and every year I don't... le sigh.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm really good at finding a small moment in canon and then diverging from that. I also think I'm good at authentic dialogue and I think I'm pretty good at world building.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Action/fighting. Keeping things short unless it's a drabble/other restrictive format.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I am not fluent enough in any language other than English to do this confidently. Instead, I would write something like:

Stiles cursed at them wildly in Polish.

or

Peter responded in French, then turned back to Stiles and resumed their conversation in English.

First fandom you wrote in?

Gundam Wing. All of my old fic from *cough* 20+ years ago is lost to the annals of time (actually some is still on archived GW 1x2 sites if you look hard enough). And if you are one of like 7 people who remember my username, you can find my Newsies and Harry Potter fic (my next two fandoms) still on ffn. After I got out of a bad relationship that kept me from my own interests, including fandom, I returned with BBC Sherlock fic, which you can still find on AO3 if you scroll to the beginning of my profile.

Favorite fic you've written?

Gosh, I feel like this changes all the time, but I am particularly proud of At This Truth We Have Arrived. I loved exploring certain aspects of Peter's character, and doing a different take on Nogistune Stiles. I was also able to incorporate a lot of different themes and elements into it, as well as get my own closure with Monroe, something that has bugged me since the finale. Plus, I think I was able to accomplish a reveal that would add extra elements if anyone went back and re-read the story (even if I somewhat show my hand if anyone paid attention to the epigraph).

I have no idea who has done this yet, since I sat on this for a bit... so no pressure tags for @lolahardy @mirrorthoughts @myletternevercame @punchedbymarkesmith @midmorning-bomb @like-lazarus

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Evie @energievie tagged me in an end of year writer interview! This is such a cool idea.

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1. How many works do you have on AO3? 

15! I plan to increase that by a lot next year!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Just shy of 62k.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Since Prom - Steddie, E

An Offer - Kanej, T

back to the past - Steddie, T WIP

Coach H - Steddie, T

Kinktober Drabbles - various, E WIP (it's finished on tumbr. I just need to move the last few to AO3 lmao)

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

Ngl, I struggle with this. I want to. I see and cherish every single one! But I forget to reply, or I don't know what to say, or I don't check for comments for a month and when I finally see them, I feel like it's too late. 😅

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

That would be A Coat Or A Blanket. Angst is not my forte. I want happy endings for everyone.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Probably Since Prom? Or Arrivals. Just because there's an actual plot and a real ending lol.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not yet. But maybe in the future? 🤷

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes lol. It was on a kinktober fic. Ao3 rule number 1: don't like, don't read. Apparently they didn't get the memo. 🤣

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

Most of my fics are kinktober! So kinky, gay sex. 😏 That'll change next year. I mean that I plan to write a lot of non-kinktober stuff, not that I won't be writing kikny, gay sex.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so 👀

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but I wouldn't be opposed

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

Nope, but I wouldn't be opposed. Seriously, if you ever want to collab, lmk! 😄

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Currently, it's Gallavich. But my favorite of all time is Drarry.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

It's one I haven't even started posting yet. It's a Gallavich soul mate AU where the pair have special gifts centered around eye contact. Mickey can see soul mates and Ian severs soul mate connections. I'm absolutely in love with it but I'm also kinda struggling to get through it. 😭😭😭

15. What are your writing strengths?

Word limits. I love the challenge of trying to portray certain emotions or situations in a limited amount of time, and I feel like I'm really good at it. I don't have to get caught up in details, I can just make my readers feel in just a few sentences.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Pacing lol. I don't have patience, I always end up rushing my ending.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

2 situations. If the POV character doesn't speak the language, I try to limit it to things that can be easily assumed without need for translation. Expletives, nicknames, or recognizable phrases. Unless, of course, the POV character is meant to not understand what is being said. And 2, if the POV character speaks the language, I'll usually have them translate in their thoughts. I just want the reader to be on the same level of understanding as the POV character.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter. That was way back in the day. I posted my first fic in 2010. 🤣 On my current account, it was Six of Crows.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Hooo boy. Doctor Who comes to mind. I'm obsessed with the idea of Fourteen and Jack Harkness meeting again. I've always wanted to do something for Criminal Minds. I'll probably dip my toe into Supernatural, too. I've done drabbles for Mungrove, Harringrove, and Harringroveson, but i'd also like to do full fics for them. Idk, I've always got too many ideas.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Either Since Prom or Coming Soon To Home Video. I can't pick.

If you write fanfiction, you should totally do this! Consider this me, tagging you.

Our just giving you cake. 🍰

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fanfic writer ask game: 3, 9, 15, 22

hiiii, kiry!!!

so!

3) What's your favorite fic that you've written?

oh my god, i feel like that changes as the wind blows! usually, it's the thing that occupies most of my headspace at any given moment, so that'd currently be my wip, make them bow. but in a few weeks when that one is concluded, i'm sure my mind will jump and latch onto something else.

9) Do you write every day? if you wrote today, share a sentence that you've written!

i wish! no, it's actually pretty sporadic, based on my state of mind, my geographic location, and idk, the phases of the moon? anyway, what with my exams i haven't really been writing lately, but here's something from the texting au i teased last week:

Klaus Daddy Issues What on Earth is an “updog”? are you kidding me? was your phone hacked Klaus Daddy Issues Beg pardon? yeah, i'm not fallimg for that Klaus Daddy Issues I would love to tell you there’s nothing to fall for, but I’m not quite certain what you’re aiming at. Regardless: my brother told me he saw an “updog” outside, and then gave me a significant look. Now, I’ve known my brother for quite some time, you might say, and I knew better than to ask him. But you seem to be well-versed in how the youth speaks these days, so I thought you might know. It seems I was right.

15) How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters?

i already answered that one here!

22) Do you know how a fic will end before you start writing?

usually, but very, very vaguely, and it's very much subject to change. occasionally, a fic will take a hard left and i'll have no choice but to follow, as though i'm on a leash.

fic writer asks!!!

[foryoureyes-o-n-l-y]

I have read @bananaheathen 's fics before, almost all of them multiple times over, but I hadn't dared to start Of Mates and Men as a WIP. I know , I knowwww it was constructed in a way that it was equally enjoyable as a WIP, but knowing how much I loved their other fics , I knew I would be obsessing over the wait time too much to properly enjoy it

ANYHOO , All this to say that I had been saving it as a sort of treat to myself during the winter holidays because the hype around it within the Fandom made me feel like it was an indulgence I would enjoy the most tucked under blankets with a hot beverage , that that, is the kind of treatment it deserved. Now I have been told I'm too particular and dramatic about the way I consume media, so much so, that in trying to consume every piece of media to make sure I enjoy it the maximum amount, I've ended up not consuming them at all. But, hear me out. You all were NOT KIDDING ABOUT IT BEING AN INDULGENCE, A PROPER TREAT, A REMARKABLE EXPERIENCE IN MY LIFE THIS YEAR AND ALSO QUITE LIFE CHANGING. After having curled under covers with hot beverages ( and also using every other ounce of free time I get to read it because I am addicted?! ) and having given it the treatment I assumed it deserves, I have some thoughts ( yes, more, actual thoughts, this was just the introduction )

1. I didn't think you could learn THIS much from a fic, to put it plainly. And I've read tons of fics before this which were absolutely beauuutiful, fics that've made me cry(out of happiness and/or pain), fics that I took time to recover after just because they were so moving, so SO nice, I couldn't quite believe it was real. I've read so many fics which had one huge moment or several scattered pieces which really made me stop and introspect and take a deep breath and have touched me in more ways than one. I've read fics before that I considered instrumental in some way, in making me a better person. But friends when I tell you This Fic surpassed it all, i mean, THIS

FIC

SURPASSED

IT

*ALL*

!

Look I was ready for a good fic, I really was, i read great banter by the author before, and I loved Louis going bonkers over Harry in very dramatic ways in their other fics as well so I genuinely knew I was in for a good time. But I could never, ever ever prepare myself for the personal impact of the fic on me. I hadn't ANY idea, a fanfiction could teach you this much about life, about myself, about - IDK I'm already out of words this is not going great 😭

Fanfiction usually teaches you a few life lessons there's no denying that. But I genuinely didn't expect to learn so much about myself, to actually feel such a personal connection to any story. Idk I just, feel like a better person, and my relationship with myself has changed even if by a little bit and I just observed that I'm being a little kinder to myself, in my head. It's never , EVER happened before and I'm not sure how it did now. It was the life lessons that came dressed as beautiful life lesson-y sentences that hit you HARD (idk if you know what I mean ) but it was also the overall journey, the consistent little things, the changing relationship between Louis and himself, the persistence of people who love him in his life and the love he has for them, and the way the love shapes him as a person - It was all of that and more, or less Idk,

I feel good in my heart, when I read this, a warmth I cannot explain, a safety that's...I'm not even sure how that could happen, a love for my people that's 10 times fiercer than what I consciously felt before and a very new, fresh friendships with myself that was definitely not their before.

Is this actually therapy in the form of a fic? No absolutely not. I would never say that. Therapy is important, it's irreplaceable like that really.

But does it heal you in a way ONLY art can? Absolutely yes. Does it just touch you so very intimately that you feel better just by that? Absolutely. Is it the literal example of how art just existing, makes us so much better as humans just by making us FEEL? 100%

I've learnt so much from this fic about love and friendship and grief and sorrow and Happiness and love and friendship, but I cannot emphasize this enough, no fic has ever impacted the relationship I have with myself, the unfairness of it , the cruelty of it, and somehow this has. And if it was not clear from this terribly wrong rant, I'm so eternally grateful to you @bananaheathen for doing this. You don't know how many lives you've touched and changed Just by providing this very enjoyable, very beautiful work of art. .

(I'm not done

Can you imagine 🥲)

2. The JOKESSSSSS. The inside jokes, the jokes within the inside jokes, the Fandom jokes, the wordplay The WORDPLAY, the niche wordplay that's just there for the fandom to find like little treats within a large treat for being a part of this chaotic space. One thing about me is I love canon references in AUs because they are so creatively done and it's just so fun when you realise that a canon moment is happening and you know, You knowww it's one of those momentsTM and you know what's gonna happen next and it's just a special thing between the author and the fandom and yeah. One of my favourite things.

But again, I was not ready for the way this fic includes Canon references( I don't think anyone can be ready for that actually). Because it's SO FRESH, SO UNIQUE??!?!!!!?! like I would have never imagined the Restaurants being named like that?!?! Sarah and Pillow Person?!???! Diana?!?! Perrie's?!!! ( I'm trying to make this spoiler free hence the ambiguous exclamations but also I have no words to explain the genius behind this so I'm not even trying )

They just keep coming 😭😭🤯🤯 they just keep blowing your mind and then they are just followed by more. If you thought you were floored by Tea Swift, welp you didn't think fast enough and now you're floored by Pillow Person and then soms other niche reference that only the fandom will get IT'S SO LOVELY GUYS HOW IS IT SO LOVELY I GENUINELY CANNOT BELIEVE HOW GOOD THIS IS LIKE I'M ACTUALLY HIT BY A TRUCKLOAD OF FEELINGS OF ADMIRATION AND REVERENCE WHILE I WRITE THIS

3. The banterrrr The banter, THE BANTER !

The OT5 Banter, The boyfriend banter, the best friends banter, the consistently enjoyable and somehow so accurately characteristic banter that pervades this fic is probably the mosttttt enjoyable part for me. Makes me want to reread it while reading it. For the first time.

4. OT5 feels. So. Much. Of. It.

The friendship makes you laugh and cry the most I think. It's just. It's beautifully done, a work of art to just narrate the evolution and the persistence of the friendship in that way. Something that is so purely done in the story I would Never be able to praise in enough words.

5. Look I cannot see an end to this post if I keep taking up one thing at a time that I loved about this, maybe I'll write a post as big as the fic ( no that's too much, it's quite a big fic , But I might, it is possible). The relationship is beautifully done, the Individual character arcs and their growth, beautifully done, the relationship develops very very very beautifully and is a whole other thing of beauty in itself i don't know how else to define it.

I have several more thoughts but I would never finish them I think , because I keep getting new ones as I write this and whenever I find myself thinking about this fic. So to summarise my rant about how miraculously good this is, I just want to say,

My feelings towards this fic are similar to Louis' feelings for Harry in it, and to anyone who's read the fic, the seriousness of that statement is not lost, i know.

Thank you so so much for this @bananaheathen Ironically, I don't have words to properly thank you for what you've created. But it is a highlight of my year.

[kaelsleftverdantsphere]

Delicate

This is a little Voren'thal/Belo'vir thing, idk, don't @ me I'm just very soft about them

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Voren'thal despised the other apprentice's face the second he first saw him. So full of himself, proud and careless... With that ever present annoying smirk.

During their practicals, where Voren was truly putting his all into every incantation and every single little detail, Belo'vir got the same grade. Putting in zero effort. He could've been blind and armless and he would still get the same grade as him.

It was driving Voren'thal up the wall, making him tug at his own hair and scream his frustrations into a pillow.

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One day, as he sat with his father, eating dinner at the manor, the older elf spoke up. They wouldn't normally speak during dining, this must've been important.

"Word got to me about that... Salonar boy." His father sounded displeased, but that was just his natural tone, nothing to worry about.

Voren gripped his spoon so hard his knuckles started turning white. "Mhm..." He nodded, as calmly as possible.

"The grand magister is very pleased with his progress..." He took a bite and swallowed it before speaking again. "It would be highly disappointing if he got chosen instead of you..." He sounded almost nonchalant this time, which put an even stronger strain on Voren's nerves.

"I understand, father..." He nodded, looking up from his plate. "I am trying my hardest-"

"Well then maybe you were not made for the position after all..." This sentence came in biting. "Perhaps you haven't inherited the talent I thought you had... Maybe you really are weak like you say..."

He was thankful he hadn't taken another bite, he might've choked otherwise. "Father-"

The older elf waved his hand in the air. "How are those dreams of yours? Still a problem?"

He nodded, looking away, his eyes landing on one of the expensive paintings on the dining room wall.

"Hm... Do you drink the... Tea I got you?"

"Of course... It doesn't help a bit..."

"Curious..."

And that was that, not another word.

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Yet another day, yet another time keeping up with Belo'vir.

The darker haired boy was waving his hand infront of his face. "Voren? I need to talk to youuu..."

He slapped his hand away and looked into his eyes. "What is it?"

"I think I forgot..." Once again, that frustrating grin.

"Good, you can leave me alone then-"

"Hm... Can you see well? I have wondered ever since I first saw you... Your eyes are like... Hm... Cloudy..."

"Are you trying to make fun of me? Because if so, I have heard worse, Salonar..."

"Huh? No, I wouldn't dare, you would incinerate me..." He chuckled. "I am just curious... I apologize if it made you uncomfortable..."

"Forgive my manners but I do not wish to tell a rival all my weaknesses..."

"So you really cannot see well, can you?"

"I am not telling you!"

"Interesting..."

Belo'vir continued on speaking but Voren paid more attention to his notes.

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Voren'thal spent the week before this year's finals hidden away in his room, studying, practicing and not sleeping one bit. His usually sun-kissed tone seemed incredibly pale, the dark circles under his eyes came in way more pronounced then ever. But he kept himself awake with magic and tea.

Of course the first elf he sees on his way is Belo'vir.

"Voren!" He ran up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"What do you want?" He gripped the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for a second, before opening them and looking at the brunette.

"Wow, you look tired-" He gave him an awkward chuckle. "I just wanted to ask you... A few other apprentices and I are going to a pub after the exams... Would you like to come with us?"

"I don't have time for such childish past-times, Salonar..."

Belo'vir's expression changed into a sadder one, it took a bit of time for Voren to realize. "I... I understand." He took his hand off of the light haired elf's shoulder.

Voren rolled his eyes. "And next time you approach me- don't touch me like that..."

"Oh! Sorry, I just didn't know how to get your attention otherwise... I'll keep it in mind you're not a fan of physical touch."

"I am just not a fan of yours, Salonar..." His eyebrows knit together and he walked away through the hallway before Belo'vir could say another word to him.

That day, he didn't ace his exam.

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He´s been frustrated because of the other apprentice before but this time he was furious with him. It must've been because of the distraction before class, not because he hasn't properly rested in a week, not because he's barely eaten. It must have been because of Salonar. That elf was a bad omen.

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After a long talk with his father, Voren decided to go outside for a calming midnight stroll around central Silvermoon. He walked slowly, quietly, looking around the street which was charmingly lit up with magical lanterns.

Just as he walked around an inn, a familiar, yet fairly drunken, voice drew him in.

"Look! I am terribly sorry, m'lady, but my heart has been claimed by another!" Fairly theatrical in nature, the brunette was standing on the table in seconds, talking to an equally drunken barmaid. Oddly enough, the possibility of knowing just who his rival's love is was surprisingly thrilling. "Their hair shines not like the light of the sun, but the moon, that our ancestors have rightfully followed! Their eyes just like the sea, mysterious and captivating! I just so wish I could sail on them! AND THAT GAZE! The way they look at me as if I were an enemy! Their features so delicate-"

Most of what he said was vague and, frankly, non-sensical, but something in Voren moved. He wondered just who this special lady could be. Light hair, blue eyes... Maybe turqoise, he did mention the sea after all. Who of their peers glares at Belo'vir in such a way-.

He wondered about the mystery girl for the rest of his way home, partially forgetting about the exam earlier that day. For some unknown reason, he just needed to know.

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From that day onward, he made it his mission to find out who this mysterious elf Belo'vir is crushing on might be. He would sit in class and watch the people around him, watch Belo and the way he looked at others.

He started noticing little things. Like the freckles on his nose, little dots drawn by Belore herself... Voren had this urge to... He couldn't describe it, he just wanted to squeeze something, bite it and just scream as loud as possible. It must have been hate, a strong negative emotion aimed at the brunette, and those freckles just reminded him of it... Or... You know, something like that.

He noticed that Belo'vir's nose was not entirely straight, in fact, it appeared to might have been broken sometime in his youth. Maybe... Maybe this feeling was just Voren wanting to break it again.

His lips were heart shaped and Voren'thal wanted to... Huh. This was weird. Something in him might have- no, he would never even touch Belo'vir, let alone kiss him! This must've been just... One of those missplaced thoughts that prolonged insomnia brought onto him.

Somehow, even as he watched the brunette during every lecture, he felt as if he didn't find out anything. There was no person in their class with silver hair... Nor was there anyone with eyes close to the color of the sea, with most being more akin to the sky... Maybe the mystery girl was from somewhere else. The club or his old place of study. Yes, that must have been it.

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This... Research... Might have escalated into something greater.

Belo'vir noticed him one day and flashed a smile so bright it could rival that of a Sunstrider. And Voren'thal might have melted a little, he could not tear his eyes away from him.

The brunette approached him. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, of course..." He shook his head a little and tried to correct his own face's grimace. But it was just involuntarily smiling back at the other elf, as if he were under a spell of some sort.... Has Belo'vir put a spell on him? Of course he would do that, right? Asshole.

"Alright... If you say so... But- a smile suits you better than a frown..." He said and left him again.

It left Voren'thal wondering... Those hot flashes that came and went as he was watching the brunette... The tickles in his stomach whenever he saw him smile... Was this some kind of joke? To get back at him for being rude? Yes, that would be reasonable but... Casting some kind of... Love spell on him? That's a little far.

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There came a dream. Unusually not a nightmarish prophetic one, just a... Just a dream.

Belo'vir approached him in it, he spoke but Voren'thal could not listen when all he could do was taking in the sight of the man before him. He was like an anchor holding him in the ground, making the time stop with just a gaze and an ever present, annoying, needlessly dashing smirk. Locking eyes and losing a hand within Voren'thal's locks... Kissing him.

It was a simple one, more of a long peck, not a proper thalassian kiss.

But there was blood rushing into Voren'thal's cheeks and he did not want to make it stop. He pulled the brunette closer to him and kissed him more passionatelly, biting into his lower lip and savouring every little bit of it. Belo'vir's lips tasted like honey. Sweet and floral, feeling almost like velvet.

When Belo'vir took over, he could tell he had much more experience with kissing than him. Or he was merely naturally talented, like with everything else he did.

But just when the slightly shorter brunette started taking off his shirt, a knock on the door woke the blonde up.

He sat up on his bed, his sleeping robe sweaty, his face flushed. "Y-Yes?!" He called out, a bit breathlessly for it to sound mad.

"Breakfast will be ready shortly, sir!" The voice of a servant claimed before walking away and leaving Voren to question his sanity.

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After their last class together that day, Voren'thal decisively walked across the hall to Belo'vir and this time, it was him placing a hand on the brunette's shoulder. "I need to talk to you..." He was trying HARD to sound intimidating but it was so Belore darn difficult when he couldn't stop smiling like an idiot.

"Oh? Sure..." The other elf smiled back at him as they walked into the gardens and sat down on a bench.

"You think it's okay for you to just cast a spell on me like that, Salonar?" He spat.

"I did what now?"

"Stop pretending you have no idea what this is about! I have never heard of a love spell to work this good, I will give you that, but using it on me just because I don't like you is-"

Belo'vir's smile softened, he chuckled. "A love spell?"

Voren'thal nodded. "Of course?"

"I have never casted such a spell... And I'm sure you would notice the feeling of a stab in the heart or something... Because... If you actually read something about the spell, it's pretty painful at first... Most people hit by it think they might be dying- just for the caster to help them, of course..."

Voren'thal stopped dead in his tracks, his face as pale as the wall behind him. "What do you mean?"

"That... If you think you're in love... It's definitelly not because of a spell..."

"That's impossible!" He stood up. "You're a man! And the most annoying one I have ever seen in my life at that! Even just now you DARE to lecture me about how LOVE SPELLS WORK?"

"I- I like you too, Voren'thal... I thought you would never feel the same way..." He stood up just as well. "I just want you to know that it's alright... Everything you're feeling right now is alright, darling..."

Voren'thal froze again. Something within him really wanted him to call him darling again... And something else wanted to kiss him... And something wholy different wanted to hit him in the face. "I am not in love with you I... I don't think I could be-..."

"And if that's what it is then that's alright too! You don't have to know immediately, just... Just let your heart decide and... Know it was not a spell..."

"I-" One of those little somethings took over when he grabbed the brunette by the shoulders and kissed him.

It was a lot more... Wet and gross than in his dream... But also ways more thrilling.

And that face of pure surprise on Belo's features when he finally pulled back to take a breath.

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"Do you remember our first kiss?" Belo'vir asked him, while carrying him to the bed. Little smile lines deepening near his eyes. "Back then you would never let me help you like this..."

"Oh shush, back then I had no difficulties with my limbs acting against me..."

"Oh you did, don't you remember?" He chuckled as he placed him on the bed. There were grey streaks in his hair showing all the years they have spent together. Voren, grey haired since birth, would often make fun of him for it, always light-heartedly, but he would. He loved every single bit of his hair however.

"That was way later, Bel, you're beginning to remember things wrong, old fool!" He chuckled back before a short cough.

Belo'vir shook his head. "Still think I have bewitched ya?"

"Wholeheartedly..."

[staydandy]

I did not expect to reach 100 followers before the end of the year! This community is great! Thanks so much! It's been a blast so far!

So, um.. Hi! I'm StayDandy!

I live in USA .. English is my first and (sadly) only language, but I want to learn Korean (I've gotten to the point of knowing the alphabet, being able to read/sound out words, understand a bit of the sentence structure, and recognize/remember a precious few words).

I started to get into Asian dramas and music early 2021. I've been watching & reading anime & manga/manwha, since college (*cough*, 10 years ago *cough*), but my interest had faded over time. Until last year's nose-dive back into dramas (Prison Playbook cracked the door, and I slammed it open!). I've been obsessed ever since! 😆 The interest in K/J/C-Music is newer; I hadn't really explored it before this past year (unless you count when PSY originally released Gangnam Style lol) .. I still listen to American music, but K/J/C music has taken over my Spotify, it's now the dominant genre (throw in a little Swedish power-metal and that's basically my Library in a nutshell).

I started exploring the whump community on Tumblr this past April - I was honestly amazed there were so many people with this interest, same as me! I started posting in May - I wanted to join in the fun, & contribute my own backlog of lists (I'd been writing them for over a decade after all, might as well put them to good use).

So.. idk if there's any interest.. I thought I'd share a detailed look at my List posts .. some of it is rather self-explanatory, but some of it might not be .. maybe this'll clarify what & why I format them the way I do.

But if you're just looking for a place to start exploring my page, I'd suggest My Directory. It breaks off to everything else. I organize everything manually so it's as accurate as I can make it.

Thanks again for Following along!

Post Breakdown (below the break) :

I'll use this surprisingly popular post as an example (really would not have guessed that Bridal Mask would receive the attention it did).

First, of course, you get the show title (in English & it's original language) .. a picture for the show (I try to use a pic that has the whumpee(s) in it) .. then a quick synopsis of the show. Simple, self-explanatory.

At the end of the synopsis I include a direct link to an official data site for the show (usually it's MyDramaList for Asian shows, and between Wikipedia or InternetMovieDatabase for English shows). • I include the "AKA" because there are quite a few shows that go by multiple names because of different translations/interpretations of the original title, or even official title changes before it aired. I've had the issue before of trying to find a show using (unknowingly) an uncommon translation of the title, which made it difficult to find what I was looking for. So, JIC, I include them here.

If there's multiple whumpee's I will color-code them, which carries throughout the list. • The links on the actor names are searches of my Tumblr. It's an easy way to see if I have any other lists with said actor in it. (I don't include them on English lists because I rarely have multiple lists with the same English actor. In the case that I do, I'll add the link)

The country links back to that country's whump list library.

Next are the notes about the show (any interesting details, what it's adapted from, ect.).. notes about my list.. &/or just my general thoughts on the show.

I use ellipsis ( ... ) for when there's a break between whump scenes. • Every now and then I will include my own thoughts amongst the whump, usually "subscript & in blue" • You can see the color-coding in action (I wish Tumblr had more color options). • When there's multiple whumpees I use a kinda "tag-you're-it" system : -- I mention a Character (A) and their whump until [chronologically in the episodes] something happens to Character (B), any whump following is (B)'s whump.. until (A) is mentioned by name again, then everything after is (A)'s whump ... and so on and so forth.

(Apparently Tumblr only actually uses the first 20 tags on a post, which is incredibly unhelpful. I still try to include all the key-words in my tags, but they're more for my own quick reference when I manually organize my posts.)

Hello again!

Thanks for reading! I've had people tell me I have an "interesting" way of organizing, & I tend to over-think things (you should see the organized chaos that is my bedroom! lol).

If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I'll do my best to answer. Or if you just want to chat, I'm cool with that too.

And for those of you who've made it to the end of this post; If you see a show in one of my Libraries that is not marked as a "full whump list" (whether it's been posted already or not), but you're interested in seeing a full list for that show, let me know! I'm already going back and updating some partial lists here and there, but if you ask I'll prioritize your request!

Hope ya'll have a good Holiday season and New Year!

[zaharya]

Scrivener 3 – Main Tutorial (Part 2)

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This is tutorial 2 (part 2) of my neurodivergence-friendly tutorial series for Scrivener 3. It's intended for people who are new to Scrivener, as well as people who are already familiar with it, as it covers the major features in quite a bit of detail.

Important note: All my tutorials are based on Scrivener for MacOS! Though minor, there are some differences between Scrivener 3 for Windows vs for MacOS, so you may notice a few small discrepancies if you use Scrivener with Windows. Further, all tutorials are based on my own personal workflow, and all screenshots are from my personal files, so please don't distribute those elsewhere. My workflow is not universal (duh), and if you use certain features differently that doesn't mean one of us is doing it wrong. You do you! Lastly, this tutorial originated on Discord, which is probably noticeable in how it's written – I am not changing that, since many people have insisted that this was exactly what made it easier to follow than the official Scrivener tutorial.

A continuously updated Masterlist with all my Scrivener 3 tutorials can be found here.

(Part 2 begins below the cut.)

Main Tutorial (Part 2)

[Direct continuation from where Part 1 left off.]

Copyholder

Now I've already talked about layout and the Split modes further up, but that's not the end of our layout options in the Editor. Besides Split mode to show two files/scrivenings, you can also use the Copyholder to display notes, a snapshot (we’ll get to that), another scene – whatever. To do that, you right-click on the file you want and go to Open -> in Copyholder. You can change the position of the Copyholder with a right-click into its frame.

Similarly, if you choose Open -> as Quick Reference, the selected file will open in a small, floating window. Many options to have many things open at once – neat shit.

[There are a couple other options for the Editor (including Typewriter mode, Focus, and Composition mode); they are covered in the Extended Tutorial.]

The Inspector

So, finally, all to the right we have my favourite thing: the Inspector, with five tabs. [Reminder at this point that this is just my personal workflow. Ok? Ok.]

Notes

The first tab (outer left icon) is Notes. With Notes selected, up top you see Synopsis. I use this to roughly outline my scene. Sometimes there's no more than a sentence or two in there, in this case now it's a fairly detailed one.

Under that you see the Notes, and you see that not everything is in the same font. I put many things in the notes, the three main ones of which you see in the first image above:

something that'll potentially go into the author's notes when I eventually post the chapter with that scene in it; aka my thoughts while writing, how i felt, something funny, idk — really whatever, just author's notes

shit I wanna remember without having to think about it every time; here, who's in the scene and the age of the three most important characters

in the serif font you see deleted sentences! meaning sometimes while writing I'm like "nah, i wanna say this differently" but I also am not sure how, so instead of deleting the thing outright I cut-paste it into the side notes and keep it. Sometimes it gets used later, sometimes it won't.

Every now and then I'll clear out the side notes, for which (in some projects) I made a dedicated Deleted Passages root-folder to collect it all in. Whenever the side notes get too full, I cut-paste the whole blurb into the deleted passages file for that scene. Though, admittedly, it's quite rare that I keep multiple and organised files of my deleted passages. Usually it's just one huge thing where I never find anything.

Still, I've legit brought back whole long sections of text from this deleted passages log. Like, sometimes I'd bring back up to 700-1000 words that barely needed edit, it just had to go somewhere else and I wasn’t there yet. And I still do that, even though I by now discovered the Snapshot function. We’ll get to that in a bit.

Bookmarks

Moving on to the next Inspector tab, we're not with Notes anymore but with Bookmarks! So, wtf are Bookmarks, how do they work, why the fuck do we care?

In essence, a Bookmark allows you to open linked files in the Inspector. That’s neat because your Editor can stay where you were and you can continue writing, rather than clicking away from your scene there to check your notes — which then means you have to find your spot again once you return. Nobody likes that. 

(Yes, you could right-click on your desired internal file to open it in the Copyholder. That’s effort though, plus now you can’t use the Copyholder for something else. Anyway, moving on.)

There are two "types" of bookmarks: Project Bookmarks (PB) and Document Bookmarks (DB) -- yes i'm abbreviating those because I'm lazy. You can easily switch between the two like this.

And because Scrivener is amazing, both of these do exactly what it says on the tin.

Project bookmarks are accessible from everywhere and anywhere in the project. No matter which folder, file, or scrivening you're in, PBs are always there for you, like the kind of reliable person that is too mentally stable to be friends with any of us and brings us tea when we’re cold.

"Okay, great, but why do we need that?"

Well, no matter what you’re writing (thesis, novel etc.) there are probably certain things you’re gonna look up more than once (if you’re anything like me and your memory is as sound as sieve at least). General notes, outlines etc. seem like the obvious choices to be linked as PBs — you’ll likely need them over and over, and a PB lets you access the thing(s) from anywhere quickly. Neat shit.

Document bookmarks on the other hand are specific to the file where you created the bookmark (shocking, right? I’d never have guessed that). So if you bookmark a thing for the third scene in chapter 14, the DB won’t show up anywhere else. 

"But V, you just said that we can make things accessible from everywhere, why would we not just do that?"

Right, sure, fair point. Until there’s this side character which is kinda prominent in those two scenes but not really anywhere else and you keep forgetting whether you gave them armour or not, or whether they’re tall or tiny, and where did you say they came from again? Are you sure you want to clog up your project-wide bookmarks with the half-empty character sheet for Obscure-Sidekick #36? Exactly.

Now, though I’m sure it’s already quite obvious from above: What exactly do you actually save as a bookmark?

Internal Bookmarks (IB) are any files from within your Scrivener project that you select over the Binder-menu thingy you see in the image. Those are the notes, the outlines, the character and location sheets, the research you’ve imported — whatever, you could even link another scene that is really closely related to the one you’re working on with a DB.

External Bookmarks (EB) are the logical counterpart of IBs, meaning anything that isn’t in your Scrivener project. Is there this one website you always inevitably open while writing? Bookmark it.

EBs also include External File Bookmarks which allows you to link a file from your computer to keep it on hand; like the PDF of that one Review article that covers the entire theory for your thesis and you’re tired of going back and forth while trying to paraphrase.

Now those of you who paid attention saw a thing named Matching Text. The way this works is that it’ll compare the text of the doc you’re currently in with the text in all the bookmarks and show you any matching text. I’ll admit I have not yet found a good use for this, except if you’re writing a research paper and wanna check that your paraphrasing holds up. I’m sure there’s a point to it and it’ll reveal itself eventually – until then we'll gloss over this here.

Metadata

Moving on from Bookmarks, we go one further to the right to the little tag icon: There we have General Metadata, Custom Metadata, and Keywords.

General Metadata is literally just that; ordinary metadata. Boring, moving on.

The only preset that I saw for Custom Metadata is “Event Start Date” – I added Event End Date myself by clicking on the three little dots which opens the settings. You can pick your date format (short, long, full, including time, custom etc.) and there are three other types of metadata (Text, Checkbox, List) that I haven’t explored yet. 

I assume if you have something that can either be true or untrue for a scene a checkbox would make sense.

Keywords are really quite simple: To set it up, you either use the menu bar (Project) or click on the three little dots in the Keywords field and choose Show Project Keywords. Now in the beginning that’s obviously empty – so you fill it with ... well, with whatever you want! 

I sorted mine by character and location, but you do what you need for your project. The left little plus is to add a keyword on the same level (sibling), the one to the right of it creates a sub-keyword (child), and the minus to the right of that deletes whatever is selected.

You can shift the keywords around as much as you like, can drag and drop them into each other to make them child-keywords etc. Though personally I’d create it as linearly as possible because then it makes a pretty rainbow by default! Whiii!! Of course you can also change the colours so… ANYWAYS

To add a keyword to a file (folder, scene, whatever), you either open the Project Keywords and drag-and-drop (works with multiple at once!) or you click on the three little dots again and choose your tag you wanna add.

Now why is this cool? It’s cool because a) if you go into the Project Keywords, select one and then click the little magnifying glass (bottom right), it’ll show you all the files/folders that have that Keyword in the Binder (neat shit), and b) COLOURS!

Corkboard view, for example, looks like this:

And Outline view looks like this:

You can also display the actual text of the tags, I chose to have them as colour chips. You can pick and choose what is displayed in the outline; word count, progress, synopsis etc. Further, Outline view also gives you the option to display any Custom Metadata you made.

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Due to Tumblr having a maximum limit of 10 images per post, this is the end of Part 2 for the Main Tutorial. Click here for Part 3.

All tutorials, supplementary posts, and what they contain are listed in the Masterlist. Thank you for your attention, I hope it was helpful, and if you have questions send an ask or message me.

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[apollos-boyfriend]

Adding on to the person who mentioned Scott in Empires fics: yeah! I've noticed this a lot with Lizzie since I've been checking her Ao3 tag at least a few times a week (on average) since August, with as a period that spanned a few months where I'd check Lizzie's Ao3 tag for new fics multiple times a day. I was uh. Very hyperfixated lol. Anyway for awhile I read basically every fic that had Lizzie in. And so many of the fics were specifically Flower Husbands fics where she was just there briefly (and usually ooc) to give Jimmy dating advice. (Biggest pet peeve is when her only characterization is a hypercompetent supportive #girlboss who's there as a side character to be cool and supportive but never actually does anything important. I have seen too much girlboss Lizzie. Try actually making her plot relevant challenge. And funny. She is funny let her be funny). Anyway. I gave up checking the most-kudosed fics bc they're never about her (the number of Lizzie-centric fics has risen over time but even now only like one or two of the top-twenty-kudosed fics in her tag are about her). And most of the fics that are about Lizzie? Oneshots. She still has 40% of fics left once Scott is excluded but a lot of them are oneshots. If I had a good way to exclude oneshots, there would be very few fics Lizzie centric fics left. Could be a lot worse though. Even just in the Empires fandom. I could be trying to look for Pearl-centric Empires fics. Heard that's terrible.

Oh LOL. Just checked again and not only does removing Scott remove like 60% of the works in her tag it also completely changes her stats. Katherine, Gem, Shubble, Fwhip, Sausage, Pearl, and Sausage leave the list of top ten characters in her tag (after Scott is removed) and only like 14% of fics with Jimmy in them are left. So probably the only reason they are tagged in so many fics with her is because they're all side characters in Scott centric fics that also include Lizzie. Apart from Joel, all the top ten characters in her tag (after Scott is filtered out) are only in like 10-20% of fics about her, meaning there are probably a lot more oneshots than actual long fics (since those are the fics that are less likely to have other characters in them). Again on the oneshots thing: like 40% of the fics in her tag (aka 319/777) are over 3 thousand words, but only 30% of the fics in her tag minus Scott (96/311) have over 3 thousand words. Looking at it another way, fics over 3 thousand words (without Scott) out of total fics in her tag (with Scott) is about 12% (96/777).

Sorry if this is too long. I planned this ask as like a two sentence comment but. I have been thinking about this for literally like half a year and have only talked about it two times so I have a lot of repressed feelings about it (also I just really like statistics). I was afraid if I complained about it online people would get mad at me for criticizing. And for criticizing popular character and stuff. I The Empires fandom was so discourse free I didn't want to ruin it. Idk. Lol. I've spent more than an hour on this ask so I really hope it's not terrible (why am I like this).

ldshadowlady has NOT been here since the og days for some people to disrespect her like this. i can't tell if this is out of misogyny or just the mcyt fandom being bad at tagging/characterization. maybe both actually.

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I don't think his dad died of overheating though. The leaks hadstated he used a gruesome way to say the dad and girl died by being turned into lumps of flesh. I can't find reverse search for sentences using the kanji and on the whole saying they died or turned to a actual corpse would have been less gruesome? I don't know. Some on Japanese side of Twitter posted art of Shishikura as a joke so I'm leaning that way. Considering AFO kidnapped his dad they had the theory of AFO tries uses that quirk

Also the hand Enji was looking at had scars. Some theorized the dad was a quirkless reckless do gooder. At some level both Deku and All Might were estentially quirkless and gained the powers to be superhumans. And AFO and Endeavor will then have that one flimsy connect that they both believe acquiring suitable quirks is the only way to make someone the strongest.

i just checked the raw before going to bed yesterday and yes, it doesn't contain any word implying 'fire' in Japanese. this reminds me of a few weeks ago with hawks' "prosthetic wings" but bro, in Jp it implied his swords 💀 the kanji was used (悪漢) isn't the word mha uses to refer 'villain'. it simply means 'bad guy' although it does mean 'villain' in the dictionary. rip.

both fantrans and official just like to tempt foreign readers to learn JP themselves huh?

(and yes, tf enji don't use that tone with your parent! it sounds impertinent even to me who barely understand jp. and if anyone question if it's really enji's father then yes, the Japan word said so.)

the wounds didn't really show which type of damage he had received. i said the kanji isn't the word that used to refer 'villain' in mha but look at the damage, like, it's so obviously that was a criminal using quirk a.k.a a villain. so enji's father wasn't (necessary) a quirkless gooder or a civilian either. heroes have already existed long before all might debut, just that that era was tyrannized by afo and, not really important but, the older generation had their quirks weaker than the new generation. it makes an era where heroes were there but not enough, where heroes tended to lose their lives in action and people lived in fear. with that scar then enji's father probably was a hero too.

also bc if he wasn't a hero then it made less sense for enji to put his portrait on the wall. that's an action only for those (who's gone) with prominent talent and/or achievements you revere. Japanese usually won't do it for family member, but i guess that partly implies how enji feels about his father? like, it sounds weird if his father died as a reckless civilian but enji was just deeply shook by the 'weakness'. he would have been a weak fool too and enji would have mourned him in the butsudan like he did with touya instead of looking up to his portrait. culture problem. it makes even less sense if enji's father was quirkless. how did it influence enji's self-deprecating take about his own quirk?

one more thing is if enji's father had a quirk it probably was fire-type and had the same physical limit as enji. (shoto and touya inherited that limit as well.)

idk about afo since i think that bald bastard is your typical 'i do this because i can, not for any particular reason' villain in the neighborhood. endeavor, as the world, didn't know ofa is a gastrointestinal quirk until after the war. he was simply an asshole, narcissistic Asian parent who thought of his children as expanded parts of himself. which was why shouto and touya were held significantly in his mind and heart, because fuyumi and natsuo doesn't inherit his fire part, and shouto and touya does. although such mindset probably had gone during the short time he and touya training together. idk, love changes people. every mistake he made after touya's death was driven by trauma and effort to deny his weakness.