#so it was really fun finding out that that's basically what the developers wanted you to picture ^^

[strawberrysundi]

Fun little subtle detail I never noticed before!

So, MOTHER 3 actually has a couple different voice blips for dialogue. There's 5 in total, and the thing I'm looking at distinguishes them as Young Boy, Young Girl, Man, Woman, and Non-human. Idk if those are what they're referred to internally, but presumably that's how they're more-or-less distributed throughout the game (I wouldn't read into the names too much, the Magi apparently use the Man blip for example, so they're not objective in any case).

Anyway, what's fun is how they use these with Porky!

So, for most of his dialogue, Porky uses the "Boy" blip. He uses this whenever he taunts you over the intercom in the Empire Porky Building, the fake Porky you meet before fighting all the Mecha-Porkies uses it, all the way up to "I'm the most clever, most charming, and most trouble-making boy ever..."

But in his next lines after the shot pans up to the mass of machinery in the roof ("I welcome you once again"), his dialogue suddenly shifts into the "Man" blip.

And finally, once he's fully revealed, the rest of his monologue is accompanied by the "Non-human" voice blip.

It's pretty easy to catch if you're looking out for it (especially when he starts speaking with the Non-human blip, that one's really distinctive), and I think it's a really neat detail!

(Oddly enough, he actually switches back to the Man blip after this, during his battle and the cutscene leading up to it.)

So yeah, that's a pretty cool way to build up to the big twist with him, I think it's really clever ^^

[rafesangelita]

…DILF!RAFE X BITCHY!KOOK!READER AU

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DILF!RAFE X BITCHY!KOOK!READER first met each other over drinks at the country club bar, both of them seemingly washing away their problems with premium alcohol. she hadn’t noticed him at all until the bartender brought her a drink that she didn’t pay for. “courtesy of mr. cameron.” she looked up to see that the only man seated not too far away from her was already staring at her over his own glass. attractive, slightly intimidating and cold looking, and the cherry on top— obviously loaded with money, it didn’t take long for bitchy!kook!reader to come to the conclusion that this ‘mr. cameron’ was exactly her type. swallowing her pride, she made her way over, her hand brushing his thigh as she settled in to the seat next to him. “i could understand why i’ve decided to spend my friday night here all by myself, but you? it’s not making sense to me.”

DILF!RAFE X BITCHY!KOOK!READER who end up staying at the country club past closing time, both of them talking nonstop as they drunkenly laid out their dirty laundry to each other, neither of them sparing a single detail from their conversation. dilf!rafe finds out bitchy!kook!reader’s parents make him look like he’s dad of the year despite him having a really hard time balancing his work and home life. rafe tells her that he’s been divorced for almost a year now, his kids having decided to leave tanneyhill with their mother when things got really messy. “what guts me is that my kids wanted to stay with me first. they gave me a chance and they watched their mom leave for the mainland in tears, and i still couldn’t be there for them the way they needed. i basically live at work, and once they picked up on that, there was no going back.”

DILF!RAFE X BITCHY!KOOK!READER who come to the realization that they fit each other like puzzle pieces. bitchy!kook!reader— having never been part of a family, craving the attention of an authoritive figure, and rafe— seeing that she’s so much younger than him and wanting to redeem himself for not being the dad that he wishes he could be. the two of them end up back at rafe’s place that very night where it doesn’t take dilf!rafe a lot of time to figure bitchy!kook!reader out. seeing that she has never had anyone tell her no, let alone discipline her, he finds himself correcting her attitude and bratty tendencies by fucking it right out of her. he’s not letting up on her until he see’s tears rolling down her cheeks and the only thing she could say is a pathetic ‘sorry!’ every time he thrusts into her.

DILF!RAFE X BITCHY!KOOK!READER who develop an interesting relationship dynamic, both of them filling each other’s voids in the most perverted ways. making her cum until she was nothing but a blabbering mess, dilf!rafe never failed to pound her in until she was set straight. “you wanna stomp in your little heels and roll your eyes at me like i’m one of your girlfriends? i don’t think so. you don’t get to do whatever the fuck you want when you’re inside my house. you follow my rules when you’re under my roof, do you understand that?” of course, bitchy!kook!reader nodded without hesitation, her defiant demeanor melting away into nothing as rafe worked her body like no one else knew how to. dilf!rafe always comforted her after he was done ‘punishing’ her, her trembling form being enveloped by his big arms as her heart fluttered in her chest at the closeness and intimacy of it all.

DILF!RAFE X BITCHY!KOOK!READER who often find themselves arguing about bitchy!kook!reader’s irresponsible decisions to party on the weekends until she’s calling rafe for help, her heels clicking against the pavement as she struggles to stay upright on her feet. while rafe tries his best to keep in mind that she’s still young and living her life, he can’t help but to lecture her all the way back to his place. “i can’t stop you from having your fun, but at least be responsible about it. the thought of you standing out there all disoriented just doesn’t sit well with me.” he grumbles, his knuckles turning white from his tight grip on the steering wheel. while bitchy!kook!reader knows she should be receptive towards rafe’s words, she’s instead smiling at him as she rests her feet on his lap. “thank you for caring about me.”

୨୧ after hours with dilf rafe ୨୧ country club day with the kids

[bbrattywise]

SEEKING VALIDATION FROM THE 3D IS SOOOOO LAST SEASON

HEAR YE! HEAR YE! ladies & gents, boys, gals & non-binary pals, i present to you another post brought by urs truly, @bbrattywise : this post was ib: this reddit story

anywho, intros done, let's cut straight to the chase, i think the reason why most ppl struggle with validating themselves from the imagination is we're scared its "lying to ourselves" & its "being delusional" *red buzzer to both answers because those are FAR from right!!*

1) the imagination is REAL, realer than this reality in a sense that whatever u persist in the imagination will quite litreally materialise into ur 3D (because thats litreally how the law of assumption works. You assume in ur imagination/4D and it materialises into the 3D, ya get me??) So no matter what, ur dominant thoughts/assumptions (a.k.a ur dominant thoughts u persisted in ur imagination whether thats being tiktok famous or having ur dream yacht) have no choice but the manifest into the 3D.

2) u not feeling happiness/any sort of positive emotions when visualising/imagining living in end w/ ur desire ≠ it being fake. Because obviously, u having something = u being quite used to it so ofc u are not gonna feel all giddy everytime u think about it. Thats totally normal!! that is the same principle for experiencing "negative emotions". You experiencing any sort of emotion doesn't change the fact that you ALREADY HAVE ur desires in ur imagination, so chillax buttercup! you are not doing anything 'wrong'.

3)"but how do i imagine having my desires?" pls dont overcomplicate yall, i swear its as easy to do as it is to say. Basically pick what u want & acknowledge it being in ur imagination. For example, whenever i be stressing about the 3D i be like "oh yea, i already have it in the imagination which is my true reality" and go about my day. Its as easy as thinking, think as u already have it (because that is quite litreally the case). As Neville Goddard says "creation is finished" which i love falling back to whenever i am in doubt because once you've imagined ur desire, thats it. Thats all you gotta do.

4) find ways to make ur imagination ur fun place. When i started utilising the imagination, i was like "huh, wdym i can litreally imagine WHATEVER?!!" lemme tell u, the imagination is limitless!! It's like playing sims 4 without the restrictions put in place by the developers. You make DA MF RULESSSSSS!! Wanna visualise owning a pet dragon?? the sky's the limit!! its so fun picking things & living out ur imagination knowing that it materialises into the 3D regardless <3

the law of assumption (though a mundane, universal law) is such a beautiful thing to be aware of so utilise this information. Don't dwell in old circumstance because you're scared of change. Trust me, take this leap of faith and really have fun with the law of assumption. After all, its practically a life cheatcode, might aswell use it, right?

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Wahhhhhh

Your neglected child Yuu was so cute and now I can’t help thinking about the Vices

Trey probably dotes on them a lot. He might even see it as a way to redeem himself for being unable to help Riddle as a kid

Ruggie def has a soft spot for kids and you can fight me on that. Would probably be a great babysitter

Jade… what can I say about Jade. Idk actually

I can’t imagine Jamil would be as gung-ho about brainwashing a child but he’d also definitely want to use Crowley’s favoritism to his advantage

Rook would probably find child Yuu adorable. I can imagine him teaching them how to shoot a tiny little bow (no one knows how he got one)

Ortho and child Yuu bestie supremacy. That’s all I have to say. No it’s not. I imagine Ortho and Yuu would have this whole “discovering the world together dynamic” due to their separate circumstances but they’d also do it together

Lilia would see child Yuu and scoop them up before presenting them to Silver like “new sibling just dropped” especially if he felt they weren’t being properly cared for

Aww, this is so sweet.

Trey goes into dad/big brother mode as soon as he finds out there's a little kid at NRC without parents and, above all, with clear signs of being malnourished. Trey tries to balance giving Yuu lots of sweets and sugary things with healthier options so they doesn't end up with any additional health problems. They've also developed a great habit of cooking together! This way, Trey knows exactly what Yuu likes and dislikes, ensuring he won't have a problem if the kid is picky—we all have our tastes!

Whenever Yuu says something related to the way they was raised or about their parents, Trey can't help but get a strange feeling of nostalgia that makes him feel sick. He tries to keep Yuu from thinking about their parents most of the time, but above all, he tries to be as assertive as possible about the fact that what Yuu's parents did was WRONG, that they're a good kid, that they're not a burden, etc. Basically, he's trying to do what he should have done a long time ago.

Ruggie initially thought Yuu was a lost child, maybe a teacher's kid. He doesn't trust Crowley AT ALL to take care of Yuu, so every time he sees them (be it in the cafeteria or somewhere else), he tries to check on them in a lively way (asking them if they're okay, if they're eaten anything recently, if Crowley is watching them). Yuu likes to be around Ruggie to play; they thinks he's fun, and Ruggie takes it as a compliment.

Ruggie is used to children and can read them well, so he notices something is wrong with Yuu (and at first, he thought Crowley was the culprit). Ruggie tells Yuu that if an adult hurts them, they should go directly to him for help (Leona owes him one, after all). But he calms down and feels bad when Yuu explains about their parents. At least he assures Yuu that they won't have to see them again.

Jade is terrifying to Yuu; whenever he tries to interact with them, Yuu runs away like their life depends on it. Ironically, they're friendlier to Floyd (because he's much friendlier to little kids in general), and they tend to play a few games when Yuu has nothing to do and Floyd is bored (things like racing Yuu on Floyd's shoulders, Floyd grabbing Yuu by the arms and spinning them around, etc.).

Floyd doesn't really realize that Yuu has a troubled past until Jade points it out. When he does, however, he assures Yuu that if their parents (or anyone, really) try to hurt them again, he'll happily squeeze them :)

Jamil has mixed feelings about Yuu. On one hand, they're the sweetest kid around, but on the other, he uses Crowley's favoritism toward them whenever he can. This doesn't mean Jamil doesn't take care of Yuu, of course not. He makes sure they eat at least three times a day, get some exercise, and study. He's like a mother hen, and he worries A LOT when Yuu gets hurt or starts crying for any reason. He has a younger sister, so I like to think he's relatively good at comforting them.

Jamil doesn't really treat Yuu any differently after learning of their past, but he does make a point of not doing certain things that might remind them of their trauma, things like leaving them alone for too long, yelling at them, and raising his hands when angry (along with teaching Yuu that if they feels bad, whether physically or emotionally, to go to him or an adult). Above all, Jamil got used to Yuu feeling SAFE around him and made sure it stays that way.

Rook thinks Yuu is the cutest little thing ever, constantly lifting them up in the air like they're a stuffed animal and hugging them (if they complains to him he'll stop, but if not, he'll carry on as if Yuu were his personal teddy bear). The idea of him trying to teach Yuu how to shoot a tiny bow and arrow is hilarious (everyone is worried about two things: 1- Rook using himself to prop up Yuu's apples for a target shoot, and 2- WHERE THE HELL DID HE GET A BOW FOR SUCH A YOUNG KID?). Vil is going to have a heart attack because of them both.

Rook is a big brother; let's just say he has a sixth sense when Yuu is feeling particularly bad. During these times, Rook tends to act especially theatrical in an attempt to cheer them up, or he even tries to talk to Yuu about how they're feeling to see if he can do anything for them (Rook definitely joins Floyd and Ruggie's "I hate Yuu's biological parents" squad, but he's more silly and discreet about it).

I've already talked about Ortho and the first-years here.

Lilia formally knows Yuu as a friend of Malleus, but he thinks they're the cutest things in life. he's constantly on their tail, appearing out of nowhere (scaring Yuu in the process, though Lilia is good at calming them down with a lullaby), showing up at Ramshackle to make sure they have food and good living conditions, though eventually he just shows up one day, grabs Yuu and Grim like a sack of potatoes, and decides they'd have better living conditions in Diasomnia (partly to spite Crowley. The custody battle will be legendary).

Lilia does the typical things a father should do with his children: read them a bedtime story, tuck them in, pack them lunch for the day (he doesn't cook it, Silver or Sebek does), and is very likely one of the few adults Yuu ends up accidentally calling "dad" (Lilia will have to be restrained from doing an express adoption right there). Overall, the little kid has made its way into the old general's heart.

For this reason, he is very patient when it comes to comforting Yuu about their original "family." He usually soothes them with a lullaby and puts them to bed in Diasomnia, but not before going to "talk" to Crowley about it.

Let's just say Yuu has all of NRC in the palm of their little hand, but it's not something the students complain about.

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(ESPAÑOL)

Awwwww esto es tan dulce

Trey activa el modo papá/hermano mayor en cuanto se entera que hay un niño pequeño en NRC sin padres y sobretodo, con claros signos de estar mal alimentado. Trey trata de equilibrar entre darle muchos dulces y cosas azucaradas a Yuu, y cosas más saludables para que no termine con algún problema de salud adicional. Tambien un gran habito que tomaron es de cocinar juntos! Así Trey sabe con exactitud qué cosas le gustan a Yuu y que cosas no, le asegura que no tiene problemas si el nene es quisquilloso ¡todos tenemos nuestros gustos!

Cada vez que Yuu dice algo relacionado a la forma en la que fue criado o con relación a sus padres, Trey no puede evitar tener un extraño sentimiento de nostalgia que lo deja sintiendo enfermo. Él trata de que Yuu no piense en sus padres la mayoría del tiempo, pero sobretodo, trata de ser lo más asertivo posible en que lo que los padres de Yuu hacían estaba MAL, que él es un buen niño, que no es una carga, etc. Básicamente trata de hacer lo que debió hace mucho tiempo.

Ruggie pensó al principio que Yuu era un niño perdido que talvez era el hijo de algún profesor, él realmente no confía PARA NADA en Crowley para cuidar de Yuu, por lo que cada vez que lo ve (ya sea en la cafetería o algún otro lugar) trata de checar que este bien de forma animada (preguntarle si está bien, si ha comido algo recientemente, si Crowley le esta cuidando). A Yuu le gusta estar cerca de Ruggie para jugar, cree que es divertido y Ruggie lo toma como un cumplido.

Ruggie esta acostumbrado a los niños y sabe leerlos bien, por lo que nota que algo malo pasa con Yuu (y al principio pensó que Crowley era el culpable), digamos que Ruggie le dice a Yuu que si un adulto le hace daño, que vaya directamente a él por ayuda (Leona le debe una después de todo), pero entre que se tranquiliza y se siente mal cuando Yuu le explica lo de sus padres. Al menos le asegura a Yuu que no tendrá que verlos de nuevo.

Jade es aterrador para Yuu, cada vez que el intenta interactuar con ellos, Yuu corre como si su vida dependiera de ello. Irónicamente es mas amigable con Floyd (porque el es mucho mas amigable con los niños pequeños en general), y tienden a jugar algunos juegos cuando Yuu no tiene nada que hacer y Floyd esta aburrido (cosas como carreras con Yuu en los hombros de Floyd, Floyd agarrando a Yuu de sus brazos y haciéndole girar a toda velocidad, etc).

Floyd realmente no se da cuenta de que Yuu tiene un pasado turbulento hasta que Jade se lo señala, cuando lo hace, sin embargo, le asegura a Yuu que si sus padres (o cualquier persona en realidad) intentan lastimarle otra vez, el felizmente los apretara 

Jamil tiene sentimientos encontrados con respecto a Yuu, por una parte, es el niño más dulce que hay, pero por otra parte usa el favoritismo de Crowley hacia ellos cada que puede. Esto no quiere decir que Jamil no cuide de Yuu, claro que no, él se asegura que coman mínimo 3 veces al día, hagan algo de ejercicio, estudien, es como una mamá gallina, y se preocupa MUCHO cuando Yuu se lastima o empieza a llorar por cualquier razón. Él tiene una hermana menor, me gusta pensar que es relativamente bueno en el confort.

Jamil realmente no trata diferente a Yuu tras saber su pasado, pero si tiene en cuenta de no hacer ciertas cosas que puedan recordarle su trauma, cosas como dejarle solo mucho tiempo, gritarle, alzar las manos estando enojado (junto a enseñarle a Yuu que si se siente mal, ya sea física o emocionalmente, vaya con el o algún adulto). Por encima de todo, Jamil se acostumbró a que Yuu se sienta SEGURO cerca de él y se asegurara de que se mantenga así.

Rook piensa que Yuu es la cosita más adorable que puede existir, constantemente lo esta levantando en el aire como si fuera un peluche y abrazándolo (el para si Yuu se queja, pero si no, el seguirá como si Yuu fuera su oso de felpa personal). La idea de que trate de enseñarle a Yuu a disparar un pequeño arco y flecha es súper graciosa (todos están preocupados sobre dos cosas: 1- que Rook se use a sí mismo para apoyar las manzanas de tiro al blanco para Yuu y 2- ¿DE DONDE DIABLOS SACO UN ARCO PARA UN NIÑO TAN JOVEN?). Vil va a tener un ataque cardiaco por culpa de los dos.

Rook es un hermano mayor, digamos que tiene un sexto sentido cuando Yuu se siente especialmente mal. Para esos momentos, Rook suele actuar especialmente teatral en un intento de animarle, o directamente trata de hablar de Yuu sobre cómo se siente para saber si puede hacer algo por ellos (definitivamente Rook se une a Floyd y Ruggie al Squad de “odio a los padres biológicos de Yuu” pero es más silly y discreto al respecto).

Ya hablé de Ortho y los de primer año aquí.

Lilia conoce formalmente a Yuu como un amigo de Malleus, pero cree que son la cosa mas tierna de la vida. Constantemente está detrás de ellos, apareciendo de la nada (asustando a Yuu en el proceso, aunque Lilia es bueno calmándole con una canción de cuna), apareciendo en Ramshackle para ver que tengan comida y buenas condiciones, aunque eventualmente el solo aparece un día, los agarra como un saco de papas a Yuu y Grim, y decide que tendrían mejores condiciones de vida en Diasomnia (y en parte para molestar a Crowley. La batalla por la custodia será legendaria).

Lilia hace las típicas cosas que debería hacer un padre con sus hijos con Yuu, leerles un cuento para dormir, arroparle, aprontarle un almuerzo para el dia (no lo cocina el, lo cocina Silver o Sebek), y es muy probable que sea uno de los pocos adultos que Yuu termina llamando “papá” por accidente (Lilia tendrá que ser contenido de hacer una adopción express ahí mismo). En general el nene ha hecho su camino en el corazón del viejo general.

Por lo mismo, es muy paciente cuando se trata de consolar a Yuu con respecto a su “familia” original. Suele calmarle con una canción de cuna y lo pone en su cama en Diasomnia, no sin antes ir a “hablar” con Crowley al respecto.

Digamos que Yuu tiene todo NRC en la palma de su pequeña mano, pero no es algo de lo que los estudiantes se quejen.

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[oogaboogasphincter]

Jackson!Joel spicy alphabet 🦫☕️🪕

Next up on my spicy alphabet conquest: Joel Miller, specifically Jackson!Joel (HBO's version). And yes, to me there's a difference between HBO!Joel and game!Joel, and also between pre-outbreak!, post-outbreak!, and Jackson!Joel. i hope you enjoy reading! (i wish there was an acoustic guitar emoji😭) MDNI 18+ ONLY under the cut! (alphabet template credit here)

A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Joel's job of caring for you isn't finished as soon as you stop having sex. He's incredibly affectionate, tearing himself away from you (even if you call for him to come back) just so he can get you a glass of water. He would prepare it ahead of time, but once things start getting hot and heavy his thoughts are tunneled to you and only you. He cleans you up with a warm washcloth and his calloused hands run impossibly delicate over your tender areas. He's a massive cuddler and will fall asleep with you in his arms, cradled to his chest, with his nose and mouth pressed gently against your hairline.

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Joel likes his torso. He's big, broad, and burly and he knows it. He likes what it can do for him, whether that's intimidating enemies or acting as a shield to protect the ones he loves. Thanks to your reassurances, he's even grown fond of the soft belly he's developed with age and finally living a life as close to comfortable as he can get. On you, he's also drawn to your waist. No matter its shape, he likes settling his hands there whenever he can. He's a sucker for hips, too. He always teases that he hates to see you leave, but he loves to watch you walk away.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's got a pretty dastardly load stored up in his heavy, hairy balls. Joel's been celibate for the better part of the past seven years, but he's still a hot-blooded man. Once he met you and fell in love, it was like his body remembered its neglected endocrine system and started to nurture it again. His cum is a nice and thick opaque white that looks glorious wherever it ends up splattered across your skin. Joel doesn't really have a preference of where to come; instead he's too focused on the look in your eyes when he does. 

D - Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Joel has too many dirty secrets as is to keep sexual ones also. He has a few fantasies that he wouldn't mind telling you about if you asked because there's nothing loaded or emotionally charged behind them — they're just for fun. For example, he thinks he'd enjoy a lap dance from you because his eyes would be free to eat you alive as you flaunted your body just for him, and he'd go even crazier if you didn't let him touch you as you make him just sit there and grind yourself all over him. He keeps a few other thoughts on the back burner of his mind that he visits when he needs something to envision while he jerks off, but you'll have to try harder to get the details about those out of him. 

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Like I mentioned, Joel's body went into hibernation after Tess and before her, sexual encounters were sparse post-outbreak. But when his desire is rekindled with you, all of the tricks Joel collected from charming women up and down the streets of Austin pre-outbreak come flooding back to him. His aging muscles still have their memory, rediscovering just the right pattern of hooks and rubs to bring you to glory. Joel's a little shy about his body count only because he doesn't want you to think of him as an easy conquest, but he suddenly finds pride for it when he pulls a certain mind-blowing maneuver on you (or when Tommy pushes his buttons a little too much). 

F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)

While he enjoys cowgirl because it gives him a chance to marvel at you while resting his achy bones, Joel's theoretical favorite is missionary. Call him old school, but he can't get enough intimacy with you now that he's let you inside the walls he's built around his heart. Realistically though, his favorite go-to is doggystyle because it's a crossroads of all the best: it's easier on his back than missionary, he gets to satisfy his dominant streak, and he can admire your beautiful form all at the same time. He's also a fan of lying on his side behind you, spooning you and cocooning you in his chest with his arms wrapped around yours so that his short thrusts reach deep inside you. (Basically, every position with you is his favorite.) 

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

If there's one thing about Joel, he's got jokes. However, I think the first time you two are intimate with each other he's very serious because he wants to make sure he's giving you a good time. From a genuine standpoint, he'd never want to do something that would ruin the moment for you or burst the peaceful bubble you've fought so hard to create. But after you've been together for a while and have become familiar with each other's language of intimacy, he likes to amuse you because making love is a happy time for him. Plus, he thinks your giggle is wildly sexy. 

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Joel does little if no grooming downstairs. He's not the hairiest guy to start, but he likes what he has so he keeps the bush around his cock full. If it starts to look a little scraggly he'll trim himself up, but only then. His love for the all natural extends to you; whatever you have going on when you leave yourself untamed, he'll love it. If he could choose, he likes thick bushes (he had his sexual awakening in the 70s, after all). And there's something about the heat from your hairy navels rubbing together when he's fucking you, or burying his mouth in your pussy and getting a noseful of your soft hair... it drives him wild. 

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect?)

Joel's fierce protectiveness morphs into delicate tenderness and care when you're intimate. Since he still has his struggles with emotional constipation, he tries to make up for it by prioritizing your physical comfort. He's always making sure the position you're entangled in isn't making you strain. He'll do things like stuff a pillow underneath your hips or wrap his arm around the top of your head when you're underneath him so it doesn't bump into the headboard on his eager thrusts. Actions like these are sometimes easier for him to show you how much he cares rather than speaking the words. 

J - Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I literally wrote an entire blurb about this (see: coming soon!). 

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dom/sub - This goes both ways. Joel has controlling tendencies that win him over sometimes, and there's nothing he'd love more than to have you fully submit to him and listen to his every word. He'd never compare you to an animal, but think about what he said about sheep: how they're quiet and do as they're told. When it comes to you, he loves your personality to bits, but... there's a lurking thought in the back of his mind that craves having you on your knees, doing whatever he wants. On the other hand, Joel gets equally tired of ordering others around and being designated as the reluctant voice of reason. Knowing he can place his complete trust and faith in you to keep him safe, he dreams about the relief that would come with just listening for once. 

Choking - I think this goes hand in hand with Dom/sub, but again I think Joel would like the power/control this exerts over his partner. Most of the time he doesn’t do it very rough — instead his hand is almost just resting on your throat and keeping you in place. His forearm will be pressed down the middle of your chest and his nose will be smooshed into your cheek while he stares deep into your eyes, watching for every flicker of emotion that they betray. He’ll give you a soft squeeze to redirect your gaze back to his when it falls away or just as your orgasm hits so the deprivation and subsequent supply of oxygen floods your nervous system with that much more ecstasy. 

Restraints - This one he uses sparingly and only when the mood is just right. He usually brings out a tie worn soft with wear or his belt when he’s had a particularly rough day. Joel has some trauma around instruments like these, so using them on you reframes the bad memories in his mind to something farther away from terrifying. He likes to restrain your wrists behind your back or bind your ankles together, tightening his belt enough so that it leaves a mark on your skin… and surprisingly, he’ll be incredibly gentle and sweet to you. No spankings, no slaps or hits - his rough hands position you with incomparable tenderness and care. His favorite thing to do is run his hand down the slope of your back slowly, feeling every inch of you, and carefully hold you down on the mattress by the back of your neck while he takes you from behind. 

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

Joel likes being intimate at home because he's worked so hard to build a sanctuary amidst the chaos with you. It makes it easier for him to feel like he can let his guard down for once and focus entirely on you instead of having to constantly be looking over his shoulder, for Infected and nosy Jackson neighbors alike. He'll take you in multiple spots around the house just for the rush of something different, just because he can now: on top of the kitchen island, in the laundry room, on the stairs. He LOVES fucking you outdoors too. He tries his best to schedule dates with you to venture into the wild outside of patrol, since he thinks fooling around during patrol is a little irresponsible. Yet sometimes he still can't resist when you tease him while he's just trying to fulfill his duties; it's torturous watching you strut around the empty buildings or riding through the woods on horseback, knowing he can just ravish you on the floor or against a tree if he wanted and no one would ever know. 

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

One word: intimacy. Joel gets hard by expressing his love for you and feeling it returned (so sweet, right?). Late night conversations with your thighs draped over his lap; gentle, admiring touches all over your still-sleepy faces in the morning sunlight; kisses where he can feel the desire for something more barely contained within you. He’s a big acts of service guy too, so if you had dinner waiting for him after he got back home from a long patrol shift he would fall to his knees at your feet in utter glory of you; he’s a simple man in that sense. At the end of the day, you can take the man out of the South but never the South out of the man. 

N - No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Joel doesn't like things that feel forced or gimmicky. He'd never shame someone else for having these preferences, but things like role-play or sex toys beyond your standard vibrator just don't do it for him. As much as he's afraid of it, he needs genuine connection with another soul. To him, these things get in the way of or poorly try to substitute that. And of course, he would never do something you didn't like. While he enjoys pushing your limits with consent at the forefront of both your minds, he'd never think of doing something that was a hard limit of yours. If you're having a bad time so is he. 

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Heaven is a place on Earth where Joel can spend hours between your legs. He prefers giving to receiving because his blood types 100% service top. His skill is impeccable because he’s so receptive: he’ll keep his eyes on you the entire time, reading flickers of your expression and feeling flutters of your folds around his fingers as cues to go faster, deeper, maintain, etc. Now, this isn’t to say he would turn down a blowjob; to him, that would be just downright disrespectful. But your taste is unparalleled in his opinion. And your moans, Jesus Christ — he could come in his pants just from listening to you, and with his tongue buried in your heat? He’s a goner. 

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

 -BOAF. Capital b, capital o, capital a, capital f.

-Boaf?

-BOAF! 

Joel has the gift of rhythm, whether that’s fast and rough or slow and sensual or a heavenly mix of both. He knows how to read your mood and pick the exact pace to make you see stars. Despite his age, he’s capable of making the bed creak if he wants to — in fact, he’s joked before that he can go as hard as he wants because he’s been meaning to make a new bed frame from scratch, anyways. 

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Joel enjoys the occasional quickie, it just depends on the situation. If the two of you are alone and it’d be more of a struggle to ignore your desires than to satiate them, then he’s pinning you up against the wall before you make a trip to the market or taking you behind stable walls just before you head out on patrol. If there’s any real risk of getting caught and it’s not just an imaginary scenario to make you both hot though, then he’s not really into it. Joel has a possessive streak, but it runs so deep that he’d rather covet you all to himself than show you off in your most vulnerable beauty to unworthy eyes. 

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Again, overall Joel is risk averse. At this point in his life, he’s had to weigh too many difficult choices to actively pursue something without a guarantee of it working out in his or your favor. However, in the sanctuary of your bedroom, he’s open to exploring different facets of his sexuality. To get to this point in your relationship, he’s already put so much faith and trust in you that he knows you’d never push him past his limits. Plus, he’d do absolutely anything for you that brings that beautiful, excited smile to your face. 

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Joel lasts 20 minutes on average from start to finish. Nothing crazy, but just enough that you’re perfectly satisfied and ready to go again should your desires be rekindled. Speaking of which, he can confidently go two rounds. He’s accomplished three once before, but the next day he was fucking exhausted (and not particularly in a good way). 

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Besides dirty magazines (do those count?), Joel doesn’t own any toys and never had the desire to. He uses your vibrator on you whenever you ask, though he’s smug enough to claim that you usually don’t need anything besides him to get you to come. Getting him to try a new toy might take some convincing or destigmatizing, but he’s open to trying anything that you think will make you happy at least once (though he can’t promise he’ll like everything). 

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

To me, Joel wouldn’t like to tease much when it comes to sex. He pulls your leg plenty in nearly every other situation and he never wants you to think that he doesn’t take intimacy with you seriously. Like I said, he might crack a joke or two, but he doesn’t make you hold back or lead you on (for very long, at least). For instance, when he comes out of the shower and you make a comment about how sexy he looks in his bathrobe, he’ll only make you wait as long as it takes him to brush his teeth before he starts rolling around in the sheets with you. 

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sexy old man noises are abound when you make love with Joel. He’s less about moans and more so about grunts and panting exhales. He likes to talk, both to constantly check in on you to make sure you’re enjoying yourself and because he can feel you clench around him whenever he murmurs gravelly praise in your ear, making his breath catch in his throat. He also likes to talk with you in hushed whispers while you make love because it makes the whole experience so much more intimate for him. Even if it’s just catching up on your day, Joel likes anything that reminds him he’s making love to you. That might sound stupidly simple, but Joel doesn’t have sex with you for primal reasons (though those aren’t completely lost on him). In other words, he doesn’t have sex for the sake of having sex. He makes love with you because he wants to show you how much he cares, to completely envelope himself in everything you. 

W - Wild card (a random head canon for the character)

When he went to summer camp as a teenager, one of his bunkmates had brought a Playboy and proudly showed it off to the other boys. The day before the campers returned home, Joel quietly swiped the contraband and his pension for dirty magazines was born. While that specific magazine is long gone, to this day — half a century later — Joel feels unsettled if he doesn't have some sort of printed porn in his possession. Since you entered his life, he doesn't feel the need to use stuff like that as much but he unironically thinks that some of the pictures are beautifully shot. Sometimes, he'll look at them like one would a piece of art. He likes to imagine photographing you like that, beautiful in your vulnerability, so that he can always have a little preservation of your beauty and his love to last the test of time. He's a connoisseur, but if anyone ever called him that he might just implode from humiliation. 

X - X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

In short, Joel is perfect. He’s got a girth that demands a satisfying stretch from you but it never hurts. His length is the same, reaching deep inside you without poking uncomfortably at your ending. As previously mentioned, he’s hairy all over his navel and it sparsely climbs up his shaft and around his balls. He’s got a few cute freckles too; one just right of center at his base, on his left inner thigh, and another right on the curve of his ass. 

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Joel won't lie; his increasing age has taken a toll on the rabid energy that used to consume him whenever he found himself remotely attracted to someone. Yet when he started going out with you, he felt like an old pervert: wanting more than he thought was gentlemanly, worrying that it would drive you away. When you reciprocated eagerly, it soothed that itch which comes with the question of unrequited love. Since your love has been proven to him time and time again, he doesn't feel rushed and the need to prove himself through sexual means is lessened. He knows you're understanding when he says he wants to but his body just doesn't cooperate every time. However, Joel makes sure every time counts for more than once when his physical form finds itself capable of the task. 

Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes Joel longer than he would like to fall asleep. Even after having a wonderful time with you, sometimes he gets stuck in a loop in his brain. As he holds you, he can’t help but think about how life would be like with you, what his family would look like, if the outbreak hadn’t happened. With your sleeping form of peaceful warmth snuggled against his chest, he feels safe to let the weight of agony push down his heart for as long as it needs. For once, he doesn’t suppress the pain but willingly, albeit reluctantly, embraces it. After his quiet tears clear, he looks around his bedroom, down in his arms at what he does have, and then he’s able to sleep with the hope that he’ll get to experience it all over again in the morning. 

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hii, could you write a fluffy smut where Reader is a virgin (no experience)? Basically Agatha takes Reader’s virginity, but in slow steps to make her comfortable and showing Reader everything. Reader being untouched since forever -Reader is really HORNY- 

Step by Step !NSFW!

Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Warnings: porn with the tiniest bit of plot??, loss of virginity (R), oral (R receiving), fingering (R and A receiving), soft agatha, explicit consent, hand holding kink if you squint, not beta read we die like the coven

A/N: Hi! I'm so sorry I've been gone, my canon event decided to happen in November instead of October, but I'm getting back into the groove! I was so excited to write this because I've been needing soft smut lately so I hope you enjoy!!

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It was agony. No relationship of yours had ever progressed slower–not that you minded. But it was a bit painful.

With Agatha being over 300 years old, she had learned a thing or two about patience. Going through the Road had brought you closer together, and you were now in your sixth month of this relationship. You had held hands, kissed frequently, even moved in with each other, but you hadn’t had sex.

No other relationship you were in had lasted this long. Agatha was so much more different than your last partners: she had more wit than what was good for her, she made you laugh every day, and more importantly, she put your needs before anyone else’s. She consulted you in important decisions and let you be a part of her life. She cared about you deeply–more than anyone had before, and the thought of that made you tear up.

How thankful you were that nothing else had worked out.

After receiving a peck on the lips while making dinner for the both of you, you smiled, “Do you wanna watch a movie tonight?”

“Okay,” Agatha responded, turning her head quickly and raising her eyebrows, “but no more Fifty Shades. I don’t care if it was just so we could make fun of it, that shit was weird.”

You giggled, “I wasn’t gonna suggest Fifty Shades. I’ll let you pick.”

The domesticity after moving in with Agatha was palpable–and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You developed a nightly routine with her: you would make dinner while she cleaned out Señor Scratchy’s cage. The both of you would sit down for dinner while Señor Scratchy ate on the floor beside the table, you’d talk about your days and the new shows you two were watching together, Agatha would usually tell a story or two from her “glory days” as she’d call it, and then the two of you would clean up the kitchen together and retire to the living room with a glass of wine each, finally going to bed around eleven. 

But tonight, every minute of your routine pained you. All throughout dinner you wanted to shout at Agatha to take you right there. You were so painfully turned on, you were sure she could tell.

Doing the dishes, you had to hold yourself back from pulling her into a passionate kiss and having her fuck you right there on the counter.

But now, it was nearly nine, and the movie Agatha had picked out wasn’t even halfway over. You were so close to taking matters into your own hands–that was, until Agatha’s touch on your thigh felt anything but innocent.

As her fingers trace a line up and down your thigh, you find it hard to control your breathing. Her fingers continue, getting closer and closer to the apex of your thighs.

“Do you like that?” she asks, muttering in your ear.

You take a deep breath, “Yes.”

She hums, chuckling softly and looking back at the television, “Keep watching the movie…”

You obey, despite how hard it is, and continue watching the movie as her fingers don’t leave their position and you become more and more needy.

The movie is over by eleven, and soon, you’re saying goodnight to Señor Scratchy and turning off the lights.

As soon as you get in the bedroom, Agatha’s shirt is off and she’s left in her bra. The sight almost makes you drool and she smirks, “You like what you see?”

“I–ye–Uhh–”

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” she drawls, and steps closer to you. 

Her hand is on your chest and she walks you backwards until your knees hit the bed and you collapse onto your back. As she crawls toward you, you sit up and scoot yourself back until you’re in the center of the bed and Agatha is in front of you..

Your hands go around Agatha immediately when she kisses you, pulling her closer. A chill runs through you at the feeling of her chest against you and it amplifies when her hands run under your shirt.

She pulls away from your lips just enough to mutter, “Is it okay if I take this off?”

“Yes,” you whisper, and your shirt is discarded in an instant with your lips back on hers.

Her hands move to your back and her fingers lightly touch the band of your bra. “What about this?”

You nod, “Yes.”

After removing her own bra, the two of you in nothing but your underwear, and the heat between you increases immensely. Your hands run over every inch of each other’s bodies as you kiss passionately.

Agatha pulls away from your lips and looks you deeply in the eyes, holding your face with her hands. You had never seen such an expression on her. Even when sad, she’d keep a hard exterior. But this is new. This is soft and loving. It’s filled with warmth but tinged with concern.

“Are you absolutely sure you want to continue?” she asks softly.

You nod your head, “Yes, Agatha.” She leans in to kiss you again, but you stop her.  “Wait. I’ve…never done this. Is it alright–can we go slowly?”

Anxiety courses through you. You’re waiting to hear the familiar words that your past relationships would throw at you.

“Oh…Well, I only wanna be with someone who’s experienced…Sorry.”

“I don’t date virgins, sorry.”

Instead, these words never come.

Agatha smiles softly, “Of course. We can go at whatever pace you want. We’ll go one step at a time.”

“I’d like that,” you mutter, almost having to hold back tears. “Thank you.”

Smiling again, Agatha kisses you and pushes you slowly down onto your back. “I’m going to touch you now,” she says. “Is that okay?”

You look into her eyes and nod.

“I need to hear you say it.” Your cheeks grow warm at the sound of the sternness in her voice. “Yes,” you respond. “That’s okay.”

“Good girl,” she smiles, and kisses you once again. 

You can feel your pulse quicken and breathing pick up as her fingers skim over skin–down your chest, brushing over your nipples and over your abdomen, down to your hips. 

She sits back and takes a good look at you as she continues to hold your thighs. “You look so good like this…”

You become flustered, hiding your face in your forearms before Agatha leans down and pulls them away. “Oh, don’t hide yourself from me, darling,” she smiles. “You have nothing to be worried about.” She sets your arms down gently, “Take a few breaths for me…that’s it. Do you want me to stop?”

You shake your head no quickly, “No! Please, don’t stop.”

“Okay,” she whispers, kissing you deeply and then making her way down your body. “It’s okay if you don’t finish quickly–or at all. It’s just about feeling good. Okay?”

You nod and she kisses your hips and licks up your thighs, and delights in the way goosebumps form over your skin. Her fingers pull aside the gusset of your underwear and run up your slit, circling your clit.

When you moan, Agatha hums, placing a kiss on your thigh. “That’s it,” she coos. “Let it out. Tell me how good it feels.”

When her sentence ends, it’s only seconds before you feel her tongue on you now. You let out a long moan as she continues, drawing short, languid lines with tongue.

“More,” you pant. “More, please, Agatha.”

She looks up at you, “I’m going to use my fingers next, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, and gasp at the feeling of her fingers tracing your entrance as her tongue continues. “Oh, my god, Agatha…”

When her two fingers slide in and curl, your back arches and you grab her free hand. You relish in the way her fingers interlock with yours and it makes the pleasure all the more enjoyable as you start grinding your hips into her tongue. 

Your hand clasps over your mouth as a whimper turns into a particularly loud moan, “God, Agatha–oh, fuck!’

“Do you want me to go faster?” she asks, not removing her fingers. You don’t respond until she curls her fingers again, “Answer me.”

“Yes!” you moan. “Yes! Please, go faster!” As she quickens her pace, your body feels like it’s on fire. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes! Don’t stop!” Your back arches and you gasp when Agatha sucks hard, moaning loudly. “I’m–oh, god–please, Agatha! I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop!”

Agatha hums against you and tightens her hold on your hand, “Keep going, baby. You can do it…cum for me.”

She seems to enjoy the view a whole lot more as you shake and moan beneath her. “Good girl,” she says as she crawls back up to hover over you. With her fingers still slowly working inside you, her hand lets go of yours and takes your chin. “That was a lot for your first time,” she says quietly, and kisses you. “But you did so well for me.”

You smile into the second kiss and hum as you taste yourself, taking pleasure in how Agatha’s fingers still haven’t moved from their original position inside you. “I love you,” you whisper against her lips before taking your own hand and sliding it down Agatha’s body. You find the edge of her underwear and move your hand beneath them. “Is this okay?”

Her lips brush yours and she huffs as your fingers gather her arousal and circle her clit, “Yes, just like that. Keep going, baby.”

When her lips clash with yours again, her own fingers inside you start again. You’re both breathing heavily into each other's mouths and your foreheads press into each other as Agatha begins to rock her hips on your fingers. Your second orgasm didn’t take long to hit and Agatha’s first didn’t take long either–neither did your third or her second.

The entire situation was so erotic, you could barely handle it. You had read books, watched movies and TV, even watched porn a few times. But nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to Agatha’s delicate touch and passionate kisses–the sounds she makes when she finishes and the praise she gives you as come undone beneath her. You had only ever dreamed of someone like her.

Agatha lays on her back with her arm around your shoulders, the comforter and bedsheets askew in a wild mess around you. You’re both breathing heavily and you place little pecks on her hand and wrist.

“Are you–are you sure that was your first time?” Agatha huffs tiredly.

You giggle and bury your face in her neck. As you kiss the exposed skin softly, you say, “That impressed, huh?”

“Quite,” she answers.

Moments of silence and kissing go by before you lift your head and look Agatha in the eyes. “So, do you wanna go again?”

Agatha laughs and kisses you, “You are completely insatiable!”

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Not so confident

Couple: Kika Nazareth x Reader

Au! omegaverse, alpha x omega

from this request:

You are a 21-year-old junior. You had traveled to Spain after applying for a scholarship to a renowned university to study one of your greatest passions: photography. Since you were little, you had begun to develop a love for the camera, capturing the important moments around you. When your parents gave you a camera for your 6th birthday, you knew that was what you wanted to do for the rest of your life: capturing important moments, or the beautiful things you always managed to see when you went out.

At 13, when they used to ask you what you wanted to do at school, your classmates and sometimes your teachers would make fun of you, although you always thought they were the stupid ones for not wanting to follow what they really wanted but instead following what made the most money.

From police officers and soldiers to soccer players and singers were the most repeated answers in your classroom. When it was your turn to answer the question, a few seconds passed before the entire classroom erupted in mocking laughter. Some even whispered that you would starve to death while you simply ignored them. The passion for it was what ran through your veins; the mockery no longer hurt you.

At 17, you had managed to participate in an exhibition at a local gallery, where you were able to display some of the photographs you had captured throughout your life.

The following year, you applied to a university in Barcelona. You wanted to change your surroundings and see what new things you would discover. It had been three years since you made that important decision, and you were already stretched thin with the rent on your small apartment, not very habitable, but sufficient for the basics (sleeping, bathing).

It was a cozy place. In the afternoons, it was filled with students with their laptops, and in the mornings, it was usually adults or people who obviously worked in important companies. It was always like that, until one day someone you never thought you'd meet showed up in person. Two of the greatest players from the most important and famous local team: FC Barcelona.

It's not that you were entirely ignorant on those matters; you knew Barcelona was a place where soccer was lived and breathed, so you'd learned something from your coworkers and classmates, but it never occurred to you that you'd meet a world-class athlete.

You listened from your seat as Daniel took the order while you felt and listened to Alicent and Grace talking about how good they looked in person. From what you'd been able to hear, it was Alexia and Marta, both team captains, or well, that's what Grace had told you when you asked who they were (after scolding you and telling you you were completely ignorant).

"Your duty will be to deliver the order. I don't trust either of these two to approach them, understand, Guiri?" You looked at him silently, processing what he'd called you, then nodded. "I've been here for three years, and I speak Spanish and Catalan better than you, silly." Daniel laughed at your words and then walked past you, checking on the girls and giving them the order not to deliver anything.

Meanwhile, you started cleaning the counter, waiting for one of your friends to yell out that the order was ready, listening to the murmurs of the customers. You liked that moment; you could always see the different customers as a different world. You often started thinking and creating stories about what their lives could be like, how they got their scars, or what they did for work, what their homes were like. Grace often accompanied you during those breaks and gave you more ideas of what they would be like.

You were staring at a fixed point on the wall until you felt someone tugging at your apron. You quickly turned around to find your best friend, reaching for where the already-made order was placed. You sighed softly before whispering your thanks and going to deliver the order to the table.

You came out from behind the counter, walking calmly, holding two Americanos, a piece of cake, and a croissant. You arrived and, with a soft whisper, asking permission so as not to interrupt the conversation you were having, placed the food on the table. "Do you need anything else?" You stood up straight, waiting for an answer. "No, thank you very much." The one you recognized as Marta replied, "Okay, enjoy." She gave a small smile and returned to your place behind the counter.

"What did they say? Is it true they're prettier in person? What do you think of them?" You began to feel dizzy at the questions that kept coming from your friends and colleagues.

"Stop bothering the Guiri, you two lesbians thirsty for beautiful women." Daniel appeared ready to rescue you, while giving the girls little pushes. "There are more orders to make, go to work, that's what we're paid for." You thanked him and went to do your job as well.

The days had passed, and you were in the middle of a work break in the cafeteria (actually, you'd taken two days off to work on a university project). On Thursday afternoon, you left your apartment and headed to the cafeteria. You thought that by leaving your small apartment, you might have more ideas for the project, and what better place than there.

When you arrived, everything was calm, more so than usual, although it didn't seem strange to you. You sat at your self-proclaimed table, one that was in a small, quiet corner, not too close to the windows but not too far either. You liked that because it made you uncomfortable for people passing by to see you sitting there, but at the same time, you liked it because you could look outside without anyone looking back. The internet was also great there, so the editing software worked wonderfully, even though your laptop couldn't run many programs anymore due to the time you'd had it.

It had been two hours since you'd arrived at the cafeteria. Every now and then, Daniel or Pablo (another cafeteria worker, but on a different shift than yours) would come over to ask if you needed anything or offer you something to eat, which you always declined. You weren't hungry, and you didn't have much money to spend on such a treat. Less than 10 minutes earlier, Daniel had come over to ask if you wanted anything when, once again, you felt a burning gaze.

At first, you didn't think anything of it. Normally, when it happened like this, it was because some guy was trying to convince himself to approach you and buy you something, or sometimes, you assumed, it was because someone was lost in their thoughts while staring at you. This time, it wasn't like that.

When you turned around to see where and from whom the gaze you felt was coming from, you locked eyes with a very pretty brunette who was apparently accompanied by a tall blonde. You stood admiring her, almost as if you'd had a crush on this stranger. The girl looked at you again, this time being caught, and showing a cute blush as she gave you a shy smile. You, on the other hand, stood there doing nothing, your expression neutral as your heart raced, thinking of a thousand scenarios about why she kept looking at you and giving you those smiles that seemed harmless.

But they weren't; there was nothing harmless about them when they were capable of making your heart flutter so hard while you felt your cheeks heat up and it became harder to breathe normally, accompanied by that feeling so movie-like like butterflies in your stomach. Although this felt more like 500 elephants fighting inside your abdomen, trying to get out of there.

When you came to your senses again two minutes later, you no longer saw the brunette standing in front of the counter, causing you to quickly start searching the entire place, still trying not to look like a stalker. But when you didn't see it in the usual places that customers chose, you let out a resigned sigh as you turned your gaze back to the computer that was crying out for your attention so it could end the suffering of working.

You were about to continue working when, out of the corner of your eye, you saw a shadow sit down in front of you. You felt that excitement again, wondering if it was the brunette from a few minutes ago, but your disappointment was great when you saw Grace, a colleague and university colleague, as well as your best friend back in Spain, sit down in front of you, also taking out her laptop and starting to work after greeting you cheerfully. You only responded with a small nod.

And so it went for another 30 minutes, when someone stopped your exhaustive work (which consisted of choosing a photo, looking at it, rating it as the best one, only to realize it wasn't, then starting to search for a new one on your camera card, and then repeating the cycle again), you looked up, finding a tall, green-eyed blonde already looking at you with a warm smile.

"Sorry to bother you. You're obviously busy, but my friend thought you were pretty and wanted to know if she could have your number… I'm sorry if I'm the one asking, but she's being really shy, usually she's not" You felt your cheeks blush when you heard the blonde speak. You looked at Grace, hoping she would somehow help you, but when you turned to look at her, her mouth was slightly open, as were her eyes, and she seemed more in shock than you.

You decided to look away when the girl looked into your eyes, nervous to see what she would do or how she would react. You continued with your process of choosing a photo.

"If you don't want to, that's fine. I don't want to bother you either." Hearing her voice again, you reacted as you turned to look at her. "Sure, sure, I can." You sounded more desperate than you intended. You cleared your throat and spoke again with a smile. "Sure, no problem."

You looked for some paper to write on and a pencil that wrote well to begin writing your number. When you finished, you handed it to her, still with a stunned smile on your face.

"There's the number… and the name, you know." When you said the last thing, your voice trembled a little, but it seemed the other girl didn't notice. She simply gave you a small nod while murmuring a soft thank you and left for her table, where the brunette was already waiting for her.

Days passed, exactly 4 since you gave your number to a stranger for her friend, whom you fell in love with, and you were back at work without the stress of having to hand in some project the teacher had come up with to ruin his students' lives.

It was around 9 o'clock when, while you were helping Alicent place the orders, Daniel approached you two. "Y/N, I need you to help Grace deliver the orders. I'll stay behind to help Alicent finish." You turned around as you left the cloth you were previously using on the counter. "Sure, I'll let you know if anything happens or if you need anything."

You began placing the coffees and sides on a tray while looking at the receipts to see which table they were on so you wouldn't make a mistake when delivering. You politely greeted some customers, and with the regulars, you stayed a few more minutes to chat with them before leaving to continue delivering.

You were going for the last coffee, a simple order, coffee with a ham sandwich at table 9. You were distracted as you tried to avoid some small children who had come with their parents and also backpacks lying on the floor that could make you fall.

When you arrived, still looking at the floor and some kids apologizing for the mess, you left your coffee on the table while whispering a soft greeting, this time going unanswered.

You looked up and found the brunette from a few days ago, this time sitting alone at your favorite table, a tender blush covering her cheeks.

You saw her open her mouth, wanting to reply, only to close it again. It caused you a bit of amusement and tenderness; she looked like a fish opening and closing its mouth.

"If you need anything else, you can go to the counter or ask my colleague." You turned around and went back to helping Alicent or Daniel. As much as you wanted to stay and talk to the pretty stranger, if Daniel saw you, he might scold you, and that was the last thing you wanted at that moment.

Half an hour after that brief encounter, you saw her again, this time at the counter, as if she were looking for something or someone. It was Alicent who helped her, since Daniel was on the phone in his office. The moment her gaze met mine, she fell silent.

Seeing this, Alicent followed the brunette's gaze to where she was still staring, almost hypnotized, and found you, who also stood there, like an idiot, staring at her.

Alicent let out a small laugh, which brought you out of the small trance you were in. You moved, not knowing where you were as you heard the brunette talking to your companion again. Apparently, she wasn't Spanish or Catalan, but her accent still made it very clear that she wasn't a local.

You walked over to where the dessert samples were placed and began to place them where they were missing while you were lost in your thoughts, until you felt someone give you a push from behind you. It was Alicent, who was pointing behind you where the brunette was standing calmly waiting for your attention.

"Sorry, do you need anything?" You quickly approached, leaving Alicent behind to see if the girl needed anything.

"Hi… sorry to bother you, but my friend asked for your number a few days ago." You fell silent upon hearing that. Had the blonde made a mistake, or was she trying to play a joke on her? "I wish I could have asked you in person and not through other people." You let out the unintentional sigh you were holding as a smile slowly appeared on your face.

"Ummm… sure, I guess it was the best thing, or well, the ideal… sorry." Your voice trembled with nerves.

"Francisca, but my friends call me Kika. Nice to meet you." You saw her hand extended towards you and without hesitation, you took it in yours. It felt soft.

The visits to the cafe where you worked were becoming more frequent, sometimes with teammates like Ellie, Esme, Frido, Alexia, Aitana, or Ingrid. All her friends had noticed Kika's crush on the girl who usually served them, so they always made more orders when she delivered their coffees. Sometimes they ordered things they wouldn't even eat, just to see Kika being a nervous mess who couldn't utter a word, which was unusual for someone like Kika, who couldn't stay quiet for more than two minutes.

"Y/N, nice to meet you too."

It had been at least five months since Kika met you and started hanging around where you worked, and also since you started writing to each other.

Kika was everything you wanted in an alpha: she was sensitive and affectionate, and she always seemed like the kindest and most tender person to you.

And Kika, well, she was falling more in love with you every day. She'd been trying one week to ask you out to dinner or a date, but every time she was about to ask you, she'd get cold feet and ask something she'd come up with in a moment of nerves.

The first time, she was actually willing to pop the question. She kept telling herself it wasn't something to be so nervous about, it wasn't like she was asking you to marry her or anything like that. It was just a simple date so she could get to know you better and see you for more than the 20 minutes she spent in the cafeteria.

She ordered the same thing as always while she sat down at her usual table, which over time had become her favorite. Hilariously, it was your favorite table, and even more hilarious, you both liked it for the same reason.

I waited about five minutes before Grace approached to ask her (mostly out of habit of serving the customers who always came to sit down), but when she saw who it was, she simply greeted her, turned around, and returned to her place at the bar while giving Alicent her order. While you were waiting on a table not far from where Kika was sitting, you were looking for her with your eyes.

Kika kept repeating the same words she'd been saying to herself since she woke up that day. It was normal to ask someone out. She always asked girls if they wanted to go out with her to walk the streets of Barcelona, ​​but they weren't you; they were friends, and she felt a sisterly affection for them. However, things were still a little confusing regarding you. Every time you spoke, Kika felt her heart beat faster, almost as if she were training or playing a 90-minute game, and she'd dare say even faster. She always wanted to be present in your day. And of course, every day, every minute that passed, Kika continued to fall in love with you, with how you told her about a class you had that day, with the photos you'd taken—that was something that made her fall even more in love.

So yes, it was more difficult to ask you out, because unlike the other girls, she didn't feel that need to be your chosen alpha. To be your partner.

When she saw you minutes after finishing her coffee at the bar, she bravely approached you to talk to you and finally pop the question, but she regretted it halfway through when she saw you talking happily with a boy, the same one you had been serving when she arrived.

Many thoughts flooded the alpha's mind when she saw you in that situation, so she decided that this wouldn't be the day to ask you out. And maybe it could be the day to ask if you had a partner or not.

The second time was two days after that brief moment of doubt about whether you were single or not. The answer to the question felt like it had won the World Cup for Kika; she screamed, jumped, and ran all over her apartment celebrating your refusal.

That day was in the afternoon. She knew from your words that you had switched shifts that day because you had to do some university paperwork and hand in some work, so she arrived fully motivated to talk to you.

Already feeling like she owned the place from so much going on there, she sat down in her seat and waited patiently for you to uncover some clients. When you fixed your gaze on the new customer who had arrived and realized it was Kika, a big smile spread across your face, and you waved to her, which Kika waved back.

When you were free, you walked quickly, almost anxiously, to her table, already with her coffee ready. You placed it on the table in front of her and sat down facing her.

"How was your day today? How was training? How many goals did you score, huh?" Your smile never left your face. Every time something related to Kika was involved, it was inevitable that your face would be smiling and pink.

Kika couldn't think of anything else but how soft your hand felt on hers. "Yeah… sure… really hot, yeah." Her words came out as whispers, and she couldn't form coherent sentences as she felt your touch, even if it was just like that.

"It was good. It's so hot. I don't think I've gotten used to all the heat in Barcelona yet," you laughed. You understood perfectly what she meant. When you first arrived, you had a lot of problems with the heat and also heat strokes. You couldn't imagine how bad Kika was having it being a professional athlete.

"I totally understand. To be honest, it wasn't until my second year that I was able to get used to the hellish heat here. Now it's more bearable. Poor you." You reached out your hand until you placed it on Kika's hand resting on the table, pouting slightly as you finished speaking.

"What else did you do today?" You were going to ask her about her day again, but unfortunately for both of you, the little bell above the entrance door rang, signaling that there were new customers. You quickly apologized to Kika and returned to your spot behind the bar.

Kika sighed when she stopped feeling your hand, and almost defeatedly, she lowered her head. She felt like she was going to cry from the embarrassment of not being able to form a coherent sentence when she spoke to you face to face.

She slowly got up from her seat and left the money on the table, leaving after watching you fill up with new customers. She didn't want to look at your face because of the embarrassment she felt. She told herself she wanted to be her normal self and show you that she was a worthy alpha, an alpha who served, not an alpha who couldn't speak because of nerves. But when she saw that smile that lit up your face like a giant lantern, she gave up on all those thoughts.

This time, it took her four days to plan how to ask you out. She had to ask Ellie to pretend to be you to practice what to say. It must be said that Ellie still makes fun of it, even though she secretly found it very sweet on Kika's part.

Now Kika was returning home with two problems: the first was practicing how to properly ask you out, and the second was dealing with the erection that was starting to grow in her pants when she saw you bending over to clean a table.

She talked to all the alphas she thought might be able to help her. It started with Alexia, then Irene, Marta, Caro, and even close friends. Everyone agreed that she had to be authentic, put aside the nerves they'd all felt at the time, and be honest with the person she wanted to ask out. That day she went with renewed spirits and a single mission: to leave that cafeteria with a date with the beautiful omega she'd fallen in love with.

She arrived earlier that day, sat at her table, and waited. 10 minutes passed, and she waited. 20 minutes passed, and she continued waiting, until her phone rang with a notification.

"Sorry I didn't let you know. Maybe you're not interested, but I won't be going to work today. I asked for the day off to rest a little since I'm feeling ill. xo"

Kika sighed, a long sigh as she thought about what she could do. She had less than 15 minutes left to leave for the Johan Cruyff, where she had a match today. She'd have to be late.

With that idea in mind, she got up and walked straight to her car. Before she even left the cafeteria, she was stopped by Ingrid and Mapi, who were just entering. That day, she couldn't make it, or at least not Kika.

The game was against Valencia, and you were excited, accompanied by Grace and David, another of your friends from university. They had both convinced you to go see a Barcelona game, and to be honest, you really wanted to see Kika play.

You went to a mall and found a jersey store. The guys said it was a cheaper option than going to the club's official store, so you bought it there. You had the number 18 on the back and Kika's name.

You got up early and did everything you had to do. By 10 a.m., you were already free, so you told your friends to get together. You had to buy a jersey to support the team, although you weren't sure if you'd have enough money to buy it.

Unconsciously, she was already leaving her mark you.

You were carrying a backpack with a jacket in case it got too cold, your cards, and a poster. You were going to ask the boys for help, but for fear of being made fun of, you only asked Grace for help. It was a question you'd been wanting to ask her for a long time, but you'd been too afraid to ask. You'd seen many times how Kika seemed to want to tell you something, but she never did.

Thirty minutes before the game started, you entered the stadium. You'd always heard about the team; it was impossible not to, but watching it, experiencing it, seeing so many people turn out to watch them made you feel so excited.

You saw Kika come out to warm up; from what David told you, Kika would be a starter. You didn't even listen to him or pay attention anymore; you were so focused on watching Kika socialize with her teammates and hearing so many people chanting her name made your chest swell with pride, so much so that it could explode.

The match started off pretty well until the 15th minute, when a small defensive error led to a goal. From what you could see on the big screen, it was scored by the other team's number 7. You turned your gaze to where Kika was talking to the rest of the team, cheering them on.

0-1, 15th minute.

Three minutes later, a goal was scored for Barcelona. You celebrated with the kids, while everyone chanted Alexia's name. You couldn't help but do the same, following the crowd's behavior. You cheered Alexia's name, watching Kika hug her and look so happy. When the ball rolled back onto the field, you sat back down while taking a sip of water, your throat beginning to feel dry. The following minutes were completely in Barcelona's favor. They had good control of the ball and had created several good scoring opportunities, and the ball had rarely dropped so far back as to touch their own half.

1-1, minute 18.

The game started in the 21st minute with a ball from number 5 (you hadn't learned all their names yet, so you were guided by their numbers on their backs). A direct pass to the tall girl wearing number 2 followed by a short pass to Ingrid, number 23, who took the ball and crossed halfway across the field, giving a through ball to Frido, the blonde girl who had asked for your number for Kika and who also frequented the cafeteria with her partner. She made a center pass to number 11, whom you recognized as Alexia, and she gave a through ball straight to the penalty spot, where Kika appeared and finished the play with a beautiful goal.

Watching Kika receive the ball, you couldn't help but stand up, nervously biting your nail, eagerly waiting to see how it would end. When you saw it was a goal, you started screaming and jumping while celebrating with the other fans. You turned to see Grace, and she was just as euphoric as you. The two of you hugged each other while continuing to jump.

2-1 in the 22nd minute.

"God, girl, I love your girl for showing up at the right moment and giving us the lead!" David was the one who shouted close to your ear so you could hear clearly over all the noise.

The first half ended without any more scoring chances. Both teams were already looking a little tired, but eager to keep going and finish the game with a win.

In the 62nd minute, you saw the big screen show that Kika would be substituted and Pina would be brought onto the field. You saw her happily wave to her other teammates on the bench.

You continued watching the game, reacting to each opportunity. When you saw number 17 find the ball and look at the goal, you knew it would end in a goal. According to the statistics provided by David and Grace, Ewa, number 17, was becoming the team's top scorer.

3-1, minute 66.

The goal started with Ewa recovering the ball, then she turned and shot straight at goal, scoring a magnificent goal that the entire crowd began to celebrate.

The match ended 4-1, with the fourth goal scored by Frido and Aitana, also great players.

When you saw the players shake hands and begin to interact with the crowd, you quickly walked over and took out of your backpack the poster you and your friend had made a few days ago. You stood proudly near where Kika was taking pictures with fans, responding to them, joking, and happily signing shirts.

The moment her gaze met yours, you saw her almost drop the marker she was holding and her mouth slightly opened, then she formed a big smile. She looked down at the poster you were holding and felt her brain begin to short-circuit.

"Kikinha, do you want me to get a coffee? Or a date?"

It was an understatement to say that Kika wasn't expecting any of this, not even your presence in the stands, much less the poster. She kept thinking you were sick at your apartment and that she should stop by a pharmacy to check on you.

She hurried over to you, feeling her heart pounding and her hands sweating and shaking.

"I thought you'd be at your apartment… I thought you were sick." You leaned over the protective grille. "It was a white lie. I couldn't tell you the surprise. I would have ruined it." Kika smiled as she shook her head and reread the sign. She really wanted to keep reading it to see if it was true or a product of her imagination. "By the way… whose shirt are you wearing? As I remember, you said you didn't know anything about soccer." You both turned around when you heard a girl calling her to sign her shirt.

"I don't care who's shirt you're using, but I don't like it."

You gasped when you saw her take off her shirt and climb onto some chairs so she could be closer to your eye level. She held out her hand, holding the shirt, waiting for you to take it. As soon as you did, she grabbed your hand and gently pulled you closer to her, her face very close to yours.

"This time, I'm not going to hold back." She closed the distance and gave you a kiss, a simple lip-lock as she brought her free hand to your cheek. When you separated, you both blushed as you felt everyone around you looking at you. "Is that… yes to the coffee or the date?" you asked timidly, clearing your throat.

"It's a yes, to everything you want today, tomorrow, and in the future."

Hearing her words, you became excited and firmly grabbed her face to kiss her again. This time, it wasn't a simple lip-lock; you kissed her properly, but in a way that was acceptable for the place you were in.

"Now you have one of my shirts, occupied by me." Her voice sounded a little possessive as she hugged you.

"The shirt I'm wearing is yours. I bought it in the mall before I came," you said from your place near her neck.

"Now you have a new and better one. If you need another one, just say it and I'll give it to you." You laughed as you pulled away from her and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

"Go finish your work. See you later. I love you."

Kika smiled at you, feeling a strange shyness creep through her bones. She blushed, and while looking directly into your eyes, she answered.

"I love you too. The date is a done deal."

Sorry if it's too long, but I had a lot of ideas and I tried to make them all fit together.

Thanks for reading!

Bon dia, Bona tarda, Bona nit.

-Onaswife

[batsandbirdbrains]

I think the idea of Dick actually being Lex Luthor’s original test clone is fun. Like he’s the original clone that’s half Lex and half Clark. Maybe Lex thought he wasn’t developing Kryptonian powers, or maybe he just decided that he wanted to try full Kryptonian clone next and he got bored of the half Kryptonian clone he didn’t really want. Dick was a test to prove cloning could work. Lex didn’t actually want a child that was only half Kryptonian.

So he tells a lab tech to get rid of the baby. What he meant was for the tech to dispose of the baby. He didn’t realize the lab tech took the baby and gave it to a couple he knew that worked in a circus.

So Dick is raised not knowing he’s actually a clone. But then when Bruce takes him in, he thinks there’s something so oddly familiar about Dick. He can’t put his finger on it right away, but he looks like someone Bruce knows. Maybe a couple someones. It drives Bruce nuts until he finally just runs a DNA test to see if maybe the Graysons had some relatives Bruce knew, maybe Dick had some extended family that he might want to get to know.

But then it comes back that he’s a match for both Lex Luthor and Superman. And Dick is so confused, because he’s eight.

Bruce figures it out almost immediately. He tries very gently to explain it to Dick.

Dick freaks out and gets upset at first, because he’s sad his parents weren’t really his parents, but Bruce promises him that they must have loved him so much if they raised him like their own while knowing he wasn’t really their biological baby. Then he gets upset that Lex Luthor is his dad, because Lex is a bad guy, and Dick met him at a gala a few weeks ago and he was mean and called Dick a circus monkey.

Bruce spends several days comforting Dick about the whole thing. The fact that he’s half Superman helps him feel better. But he doesn’t want Superman to be mad at him for being his half-clone. And if Superman decides to take him away to raise him, Dick doesn’t really want to leave Bruce. He likes Bruce. He likes the manor. He likes Alfred. He likes being Robin. He doesn’t want to be a Superboy.

But Bruce convinced him to tell Clark anyway. And Dick is so nervous and he makes Bruce hold him the entire time they talk to Clark, and he hides his face in Bruce’s neck when Clark freezes and doesn’t say anything for a few minutes.

“Well,” Clark says after a few minutes, clearing his throat. He’s only met Dick a couple times now, and he hates that the boy who had been so excited to meet him at first is now scared of him. “I suppose if I was going to have a half-clone, I’m glad it’s you, Dickie.”

Dick is still a little freaked out, and now he’s getting upset, and he pulls his face away from Bruce’s neck to ask Clark in a teary voice, “Am I gonna end up bald like Lex?”

Clark lets out a startled laugh, then moves closer to ruffle Dick’s hair.

“Nah,” Clark teases him. “My genes are clearly much stronger than his. That’s why you’re so handsome.”

Dick smiles at him, but then goes back to hiding his face in Bruce’s neck. Bruce pats his back, then turns to Clark.

“He wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t take him away from me,” Bruce tells him.

“Oh,” Clark gasps, “oh, um. No, no, I won’t take him away. I think - you’d be much better for him, anyway.”

“You don’t hate me, right?” Dick’s question is muffled.

“No,” Clark says quickly. “I could never hate you, Dickie. Never.”

“See?” Bruce whispers to Dick, planting a hand firmly on the back of Dick’s head. “I told you everything would be alright.”

Then years later, when Dick finds Superboy when he’s investigating Cadmus with Wally and Kaldur, he’s so determined to save Superboy. Because that’s basically his brother. That is his brother. And he tells Clark as much when Clark gets weird about it and gets all standoffish with Conner (who Dick names almost immediately).

Idk I just like the idea of Dick eventually messing with Clark bc he gets mad about how mean he’s being to Conner, and Dick eventually scares the crap out of Clark because he sneaks up on him and asks in a creepy, deep voice, “Am I a real boy, papa?” And that’s what gets Clark to finally get over himself and go have a real conversation with Conner.

I also like Dick immediately claiming Conner as his brother. Except he gets mad that he’s technically older but Conner is physically older.

“You’re the little brother!” Dick insists.

“I’m much bigger than you.”

“Thats not the point! I’m the big brother!”

“Hmm. No thanks.”

Conner has learned the fine art of trolling from Dick himself. Dick regrets teaching him so well.

[fragranticareviewers]

Question inspired by the recent compilation of Lust reviews! I have the "solid" (creamy) version of the fragrance and I've never smelled anything like the mouth/breath/bodily notes reviewers are mentioning. Does it just play well with my skin? Is it possible that the solid comes off totally different from the atomized spray? ....Are reviewers just talking out of their asses in order to have an opinion about a "controversial" scent? This is an interesting subject to me bc I'm a product development chemist but I don't work on anything remotely close to fragrances or anything used on the body, so I know very little about how these products work!

Love the blog, thank you for curating these really good posts!

thanks for the ask! this sent me on a fun rabbit hole.

it's probably a few different things:

you're right on the spray and solid versions being different. from what i know, it's a lot harder to control the dosage with the spray, so it's really easy to go overboard

lust is also a particularly indolic jasmine. indoles occur naturally in both human feces and jasmine flowers - however, the indoles in jasmine occur at concentrations of around 200 ppm, whereas the indoles in human feces vary depending on gut microbiome, but generally seems to sit at around ~2.59 mM. i'm having trouble finding sources on the concentrations between the two that even use the same measurement, but anything above 0.01% concentration of indole tends to give, to quote perfumerflavorist.com, "an aggressive, repulsive, overpowering fecal-decaying impression."

with the above said: i am awful with chemistry. just absolute dogshit. i haven't studied it since high school. if anyone wants to play with some numbers here or rip into my math, you have my blessing.

but basically, my understanding is: more fragrance = more indoles = more fecal smell.

i think there's also a social component to it, like you said. which happens with any controversial fragrance - people see other people writing funny reviews and want to write their own. this is something that applies to the whole blog, i think - my posts are carefully curated to be funny, but that also means you miss out on the majority of the reviews where people say it's fine.

& in case anyone wants to correct my work, my sources are as such:

perfumerflavorist profile on indoles, and a paper from 2015 on a method of measuring indole in human fecal samples

[carlsangel]

CARL GRIMES HEADCANONS (pt. 4)

( MODERN AU! for any general reader, takes place in the 2010s if he was in highschool…guys idk save me.)

tags: nsfw mention (no details), fluff?

masterlist here!

read ghost in the woods here!

✦first of all, you’d meet later in highschool , probably senior year, so initially you two had some shared class together, you’d definitely both be really good at it as well, probably an english or math class. he’s quite smart because he was always sort of raised to prioritize things well, mostly because he knew he’d have time for his interests once he was done.

✦that being said, he’d definitely finish his work early and pull out a gameboy and just play on it till the class was over but you definitely took notice and sort of bonded with him over it. formed some inside jokes etc. you’d see notice him around school a lot more often after that and made a point to start to hang around him and he definitely did the same because he does that with people he has a liking to.

✦hed start inviting you over after school to hang out and each time he did this it started with playing on some console he had so he could show you how to play his favorite games so you could play with him. as time goes on and the two of you got closer, you’d end up starting to develop feelings and you’d have your first kiss on one of these occasions.

✦you’d start dating and you became a regular at the Grimes residence, his mom obviously would adore you and his father wouldn’t see you till dinner but you still bonded with him over simple things.

✦ highschool for carl became to be more about you and less about the academics. he still was really good at school but you were pretty much the only reason he went. he went to school events only if you went and if you didn’t he didn’t see the point in going. that basically means if the event isn’t more fun than making out with you on his bed (which it never is), he wasn’t going.

✦ anywayyyy a lot of the time your days looked like this: you’d meet carl at his house in the morning and you’d go to school together after having a breakfast Lori prepared for you. after that you’d just go to school and suffer through your classes until you got to meet carl and eat with him in the library for lunch. then you’d go through a couple more classes, some you’d share with him which made it go by quicker. finally after school you’d walk to the store nearby the school.

✦at the store you’d get some snacks like chips and chocolate bars, occasionally a comic if you could find them, it honestly depends on the day. you’d walk home eating your candy which you’d regret when you got home since you felt you should’ve saved it. you then get home and sit in carls room on the floor and watch whatever game he plays, rotating the controller back and forth.

✦once you had enough of that and felt it was time to relieve some tension, you’d probably fool around. Whether you made out or possibly had sex depending on the day, you’d do it rather quickly because you knew what time Lori would be home and you wanted to fit something in before she’d gotten there. you’d cuddle for a bit and let me tell you that guy is obsessed with breaking bad. so you’d watch that for a bit before Lori got home and began making dinner.

✦at that point you’d just sit at the counter with him while his mom cooked, just to chat about your guys’ days and do homework simultaneously. after dinner you’d return home. some days you’ll go to your house though which tended to be a bit different.

✦at your house, after coming home from school you’d nap immediately but that’s because carl is obsessed with your bed. it’s extremely comfortable to him and he can’t resist falling asleep in it. you never got the hype since you sleep in it every night so you’d sit there and comb your fingers through his long hair till you fell asleep as well. at some point at your house he’d mess around with your animals.

✦he’d also mess with your trinkets, he loves your trinkets which he also loves to give you. a lot of your trinkets on your shelves are from him since he gets you them for fun or for special occasions.

✦also i forgot to mention you’re like one of his only close friends, he definitely has like one or two super close friends but you’re like a bestfriend and a partner at the same time so you’re like who he spends time with most. that being said he doesn’t really interact with people much at school or outside of it if he’s with you. he’s very nice and sorta known since his dads the sheriff but still he’s sort of reserved sometimes but also not?

a/n: so so sorry for my absence, i thought id write some hcs and throw them at you because why not!!!! okay i love you guys so much and i hope to write some more soon. BYEEE I LOVE YOU!!!

tag list: @zomb-1-egutzz @lunarnightt @ilikestrawberriesandwomen @hiro--aoki @h00d-tr4sh @callsignwidow

[evercelle]

I've always been impressed by your ability to analyse media. Your understanding of characters, dynamics, themes have always blew me away, and it's even more impressive how you always find ways to communicate it so elegantly in your artworks. And being able to pick up on these complexities seems to have made engaging with media extra fulfilling for you.

I love seeing this kind of literary depth in fandoms, but I have the media literacy of a brick and have always had to rely on other people's analyses or takes to even begin understanding on that level. I was wondering if you know how you do it, or how anyone can learn to do it really.

btw thank you for always making such lovely art, hope you have a nice and fun year.

close reading is a skill, and like any skill it's something you can develop with effort!! the more you engage and think about a piece of work (and libraries of works) the more you'll get out of it

analysis at its core is inquiry and evaluation... when you're engaging the text ("text" here meaning the work itself whether it's literal text, artwork, movies, games, etc.) try breaking down ur thoughts:

what does the text want to say? -> what does the work want to accomplish? does it instill a narrative, a message, a feeling? teach a lesson? does it ask you a question? does it set up and fulfill or subvert expectations?

how does the text say it? -> what literary/visual techniques did the creator use to convey #1? what were you told versus what were you shown? what was implied vs explicated? does the work favor certain types of techniques or recurring motifs? are they aligned with specific characters or moments or themes?

how did you receive it? -> did the text succeed in conveying #1 via #2 to you? did it hit the mark, and to what degree? if it didn't: why not? if there's disparity between what the text seems to want to say and what you got from it--why and how?

there's so much more to analysis (e.g., for example, applying this framework to a text in context to history, or current events, or the genre; accounting for bias, on the part of the author or the reader; etc. etc.), but as a basic framework this might help to think about the text in large scale (the work as a whole) and then narrow it down (breakdown an arc in the story--a specific character's story--an individual moment in the story--etc).

i also think it's important to sit with a text and formulate ur own initial thoughts on it first before looking for other people's opinions! then you can read others' analysis too to see where it aligns or diverts from yours, what you agree or disagree with, what takeaways might change or enhance your own reading of the text. and then you can get RIGHTEOUSLY indignant when they dont understand ur blorbo the way you do

sorry for textwall HAHA but the more you practice close reading, the easier it gets to identify tropes and literary & artistic devices, and as your mental catalog expands, i think it'll become more fun to identify, compare and contrast what works/stories really resonate for you...! it's wonderful as a creator too, because you can reverse engineer that framework when you're telling your own stories ✨

[fairestwriting]

hi hi!! what do you think ab idia with a (normally introverted, but maybe similar to him in the sense that they get unusually excited about things they're passionate/a fan of) yuu whos basically his simp?? like the no.2 biggest idia fan (only coming after ortho ofc!!)

like idia's doing absolutely NOTHING and they're staring at him "siiiigh isn't he so cool <3" while everyone thinks they have some issues

sorry if this sounds rambley ghhhfhhghhf

𐙚 Idia Shroud

He wouldn’t have expected anyone to ever act that way towards him, but especially not you— There was… something he picked up on the first time you talked, a sort of weird feeling he got when he noticed the way you stared at him. But how was he supposed to guess that you’d develop this sort of admiration towards him, out of all people in this world…?

Idia honestly assumed that the only reason you were looking at him so intensely was because you thought he was weird. It just felt so obvious? He doesn’t know the details of your arrival to NRC, but everyone in school knows you’re a real outsider. So he just… subconsciously concluded you’d think he was weird and that’s all. Hell, even regular NRC students think he’s weird.

The first compliment he hears feels like… honestly, just a really pleasant surprise? You said something about his technology, he doesn’t really remember what now— Something about it being impressive that he managed to get his tablet to do what it does. The blazes of his hair expand as they grow pink and he freezes for a moment before stammering out his response. ”Y…You think so? It’s… not even my best work, though. Heh.”

…It makes him a little bit cocky. At least for a while. He was seriously expecting you to be judgemental, but it turns out you think the things he does are cool? Maybe you two could even become friends, you’re so curious about the things he does, and he’s definitely willing to explain them in detail, he’s wanted to for a while—

Of course, however, there are only so many compliments Idia can handle before his brain starts to malfunction. He ends up inviting you to play a game with him on call after you said you wanted to learn how to play it, and that’s where things start going beyond Idia’s comprehension. He shows you how to do something, could be a really simple thing, and you’re immediately awed. He starts wondering if you’re actually making fun of him, his explanations getting disrupted by stutters—

Idia waits for your “true” mocking intentions to become clear. They never do, no matter how much he fumbles his words, or even the things he’s doing in the game. You just keep copying him, any of his nerve-induced, totally amateur mistakes going over your head. Raving about how cool it was and how skilled he is and how much fun you’re having. He really just can’t keep up with it. You couldn’t be serious, even though it sounded like you couldn’t be anything but serious.

He drops the call suddenly, too flustered to continue, and the day after you come up to him to ask if everything was okay. You keep staring at him with those big eyes, full of admiration even Idia’s self-deprecation can’t deny. How the hell did someone like you end up in his life? He gives out an excuse while he tries and fails to process the whole situation. You’re talking about how you’re glad he’s alright and looking forwars to the next time you’ll game together. This does not feel real. Not at all.

Idia finds that he doesn’t hate it. Not in the slightest, really. He’s only human after all, of course it feels good to be admired, and you’re always really nice and fun to spend time with. But, especially when he sees you sighing dreamily over him as you talk to your friends, who just look at you like they can’t believe the words coming out of your mouth, he can’t help but agree with their sentiment— Even though he’s still not complaining about the sudden attention at all. And, really, he never will.

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[datattertots]

Idk if anyone else have done it but here's my take at least-

Introducing... G̶̪͊l̶̡͛i̴̮̋t̶̘̂ć̴̨h̸̼͐!̵̼̂SMG4! AU

And now a small fun cutscene for this au-

SMG3 slams SMG4 door open, barging into his room. "FOUR WHAT THE HELL?!?!! YOU'VE BEEN STAYING IN YOUR ROOM ALL DAY!! I SWEAR IF YOU'RE DOING THIS AGAIN ON PURPOSE I'LL-!!!"

SMG4 turns around with a sharp gasp.

"What the...? Four? What's going on here...?"

Sooo basically after IGBP, SMG4 slowly started to develop this glitch effect, at first he could hide it, but as time goes on it got worse... Especially after they moved to the new castle-

It started off small, a quick flash, a small glitch that could easily be mistaken for a trick of the light, a blink and you'll miss it moment.

Which is why for a while no one noticed, not even SMG4... But when he did start seeing it, he wasn't sure if it was real or just a hallucination...

So it took a while for him to realize and accept something is actually wrong, until he accidentally glitched while holding an object and breaking it when he got startled.

It would start getting worse, but he figured out that staying calm helps reduce and control it almost, while strong emotions often bring it out, so after that he was mostly able to keep it under wraps.

He didn't want to lie to his friends... But he couldn't help it, he didn't know how to explain why he even started glitching in the first place (well... maybe he has a hunch on why but he didn't want to admit it to himself-). Or why he didn't bother to try telling them until now...

It's not like it bothers him particularly (except maybe on a bad day, which usually he stays in for those days, excusing himself by saying he felt sick.), he felt fine! ...Aside from maybe some weird lingering tingle or static like feeling, but that's all!

So he kept quiet and maybe sometimes, his friends would start noticing something was off, but they could never quite put a finger on it, as SMG4 would reassure them that he was fine and/or tell them they were just seeing things.

Obviously they noticed his weird behaviour and started getting suspicious of him anyway, Especially SMG3, so he can only convince them so much before they all inevitably find out one way or another...

Extra notes:

Is this a form of corruption? Kinda? But no, not really, it's more like a wild uncontrollable power he acquired since it can definitely be used to his advantage or do something destructive if left unchecked (more in a future post maybe)

What prompted me to create this Au? Well it started when I thought about other ways SMG4 might get affected after IGBP and then i started thinking about vanellope from wreck it Ralph and immediately my mind was like... GLITCH POWERS!!! :D (It just make sense, after all that's his original name- oh yeah it's all comig together, putting the glitch back in supermarioglitchy4 baby!!!)

What does his glitch power entails?

Well here's a few abilities i have listed for now! (Note; they might be subject to change in the future)

-Teleportation (can glitch through things)

-Painful regeneration in exchange for invincibility (aka he's immortal! But recovering from a critical or fatal injury is still very painful)

-Partial shifting by touch (related to his teleportation but also glitchy nature which he can change, move or remove something by touching something while glitching)

Extra ability

-Enhance speed and strength in a short burst

-Ability to change and modify his voice

Emotions effect

Happy/excited: speed increase and more control/higher accuracy

Sad: lag/slowness and higher regeneration

Angry: power intensity increased but pain doubles and regenerate slower

Scared/shock/nervous: decrease control and accuracy making him glitch a lot more

Will there be more added to the story?

Yes! Still developing it since it's mostly just a concept still so, many things might change along the way.

I've had this idea for a long while now, but never really got to make more of it until now! I hope you enjoy it! :)

[deminetly]

𓏵 A GUIDE TO SCRIPTING FRIENDSHIPS

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YOUR FRIENDSHIP

┆what kind of friendship is it? is it chaotic, fun and full or adventures or deep and inspiring? maybe its just calm and supportive? maybe even a mix of all of these? (dynamic ideas here)

┆what do you want them to bring out in you? consider that if you script them to be really crazy and rebellious, you might turn out that way aswell. if you script them as calm and responsible, they probably wouldnt come with you to explore an abandoned hospital or shoplift some cute clothes

┆duo archetype examples golden retriever + black cat, chaotic + responsible, mom friend + menace

┆how long have you been friends? are you just gonna meet them for the first time and build up the friendship overtime or have you been friends for years and know each other really well already? if youve already known each other for a while, how did you meet them?

┆traditions maybe you get ice cream together every sunday, maybe you go for a trip every summer

┆hangouts what do you do together?

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THEM AS A PERSON

basic info template here

┆traits to script weird, interesting, selfless, creative, supportive, caring, sweet, open-minded, fun, funny, adventurous, understanding, silly, helpful, thoughtful, unhinged, deep, positive, loyal, empatchetic, shy, cool, patient, passionate, wise, trustworthy, generous, humble, brave, reliable, inspiring, authentic

┆general vibe are they loud and chaotic, deep and mysterios or soft and calm? a mix of all of these?

┆energy level are they hyper or more towards the calm and chill side?

┆skills you can script them to have any skills that might benefit you like them being a hairstylist so they can help you dye your hair or being super good at math so they can help you with your homework

┆hobbies

┆a fun fact maybe they hate mint gum, maybe they have a secret tattoo that only you know about

┆friendship love language do they show affection by hugging you, complimenting you, making you gifts or asking you to hang out all the time?

remember - scripting every small detail about their personality is not necessary, your subconciousness already knows what you like in people

you can use already existing people/characters as insipration

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THINGS TO SCRIPT

you guys dont have the same style (could cause fights while shopping)

theyre always getting you small but thoughtful gifts

they match your energy

they always have time for you

they always have interesting stories to tell you

they give amazing advice

you have a secret hangout that only you know about

they are very good at school and always willing to help you

they have the best taste in music, movies, shows, books, etc and introduce it to you aswell

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QUESTIONS TO HELP YOU DEVELOP FURTHER

describe your friendship in 3 words

whats your go-to activity together?

why are you friends?

whats your favourite memory together?(if you havent met yet, whats something you cant wait to do with them?)

how do you two balance each other out? are you opposites that attract or two peas in a pod?

have you ever gotten into a fight? why? how did you fix it?

how would they describe you?

do you guys have a shared secret?

do you go to the same school or maybe even work together?

do you guys have a shared dream? (ex: travelling to another country together or starting a busieness together)

whats their signature scent?

whats the craziest thing you have done together?

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SCENARIOS TO SCRIPT

you discover an undergroud club together

they surprise you with the tickets to your favourite band/artist

they make you a playlist and you go for a late night drive listening to it

going on a spontaneous road trip

you start a prank war (harmless of course)

sneaking out to go to a house party together

building a tree house

finding a stray animal and taking it home to raise it together

you start a yourube channel together

getting matching nails/hair/outfits

getting a job at the same place and working together

starting a podcast together

karaoke

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EXTRA

make them a playlist

make a moodboard for them/your friendship

design their house

script in a pet for them

write a story about one of your most memorable moments

[theallyandhisbeast]

About bucktommy and 911 in general

You know, in the end, this just feels extremely cheap and cruel.

Showing bucktommy be incandescently happy in all the episodes but 8.6? Even in this ep you can feel how much they care and genuinely love each other. Audience was largely optimistic and excited about them, in a way we have never seen for other buck's LI.

Only to what? Throw it all away because you can't be bothered to write a satisfactory arc for them? Because Buck is the epitome of the guy who dates a lot but always gets broken up with? That to be able to decide if you want to be in a committed relationship if you are bi you have to explore first or else your decision is null and void?

What a way to waste potential and your characters arc.

The special thing about Tommy was that he was beloved by not only bucktommy fans, but GA, and most importantly he was a sort of representation we don't see all that much in media. People loved him because they saw themselves in him, they could connect to his journey and they were genuinely rooting for him to find love and family with Buck. To waste it all away, and to do so by basically throw at us all that we loved about them is unnecessarily cruel.

What hurts the most is that even buck and tommy themselves didn't want to break up. but instead they "must" because bowing down to harmful stereotypes about bi people who are "confused and so they must experiment before settling" is more important than telling a compelling story.

Even without bt break up, I feel like this season took a sharp dive for the worst about well thought storylines in a way that baffles him. Gerrard was reduced to a joke, as was Ortiz, both pgs that could have been used to create compelling arcs that intertwined the 118 even more but instead we got this cheap throwaway joke of a Gerrard, Ortiz was basically throw out of office in a single ep. Hotshot sl could have been fun but instead it's just.... there. And coming back too just for funsies, cause apparently that sl was more important to develop instead of a interesting queer relationship.

Athena once again doing copaganda. Bobby coming back to the 118 without any particular struggle or even guilt about dropping the bag. Things said in interviews that we expect to happen and never even made it to the screen (Eddie's loneliness? Chim and Hen having conflict over Mara? Buck feeling guilty about injuring Gerrard?).

The way Maddie cannot have any sl that is not either tied to a man or about motherhood. Madney having another surprise baby instead of them choosing on purpose to expand their family. Hen & Karen gaining trauma after trauma about their children and not having any other sl that is not tied to that. Josh just existing in the periphery and only becoming important as the "insightful token gay" but not having any type of meaningful screen time since Carson.

The other side characters like Sue, Ravi, Linda, Carla completely disappearing without anyone mentioning them. Ravi has not been given any important sl ever since he talked about having cancer and ever since reduced as a comic relief without anything to add to his character but he's a "landlord".

Chris is out of the picture for who knows how long, and is basically kept around to be traumatized over and over again. Eddie hasn't gotten any character development until first s5 and seemingly now, but i'd argue that the whole thing just felt rushed because what do you mean it takes one chat with a priest for him to do a 180° while he still isn't talking to Chris? And Eddie was the one who got the best treatment of all of them this season.

It's the way this show is slowly chipping itself away. It's the way they start a queer story line promising it would be impactful and handled with care and then half-assing it a best. It's the way the other queer characters are never explored and able to breath and revel in their queerness in the first place. Because, really, when was the last time Hen and Karen kissed on screen? When was the last time they went on a date? When was the last time their arcs were not about children or getting hurt, but just about them as individuals? And on this thread what about Maddie? Or Josh? Or Chim? Or Eddie?

Everything feels reused again and again and again without no real development than then starting the circle all over in half a season.

What a waste.

[randomness-is-my-order]

my shikanaru fics: a masterlist

listen, shikanaru was, is and will probably always be my otp so i’m just gonna start the long and tedious task of documenting my fic links for this ship. (fml but i NEED to wrangle everything into some form of organised chaos so bear with me). i’ve apparently written seventeen stories with them, which is both a smaller number than i’d thought and yet genuinely a baffling amount. note that while this ship features abundantly in my work, the primary focus of the story is not always on the development of their relationship.

i will mark my personal favourites with a “🖤” because yes, i do not love all my babies equally. i discriminate. some are just more dear to me, okay?

note: shikanaru is the default main/primary ship in these stories. the other ships mentioned are automatically the side-ships or the shared-spotlight pairings.

from oldest to newest ↓

1. twist in time: surprise surprise, it is a time travel fic. hokage naruto goes back into his younger body. changes everything. my first fic ever. if you tell me to sell this to you, i will probably lovingly insult the writing instead. still, it’s got pre-relationship shikanaru and they just mostly banter (naruto banters alot in general) | 91k words | complete | 40/40 | sequel is on hiatus | bamf!naruto, canon divergence, sasusaku | rated T |

🖤 2. swiggles: a quintessential sealmaster naruto fic where i’ve quite frankly gone a bit wild with the lore and the plentiful doodles. naruto makes friends, makes seals, makes some more friends. shikamaru is basically his best friend, along with sakura. obito returns to the village in this au but only after naruto’s already in the academy. speaking of, this fic, as of the last chapter, has only just reached graduation so it’s heavy on the pre-canon storyline. personally, developing the friend group in this, as well as the sweet, almost childish yet meaningful bond between shikanaru was very enjoyable for me | 83k words | incomplete, on hiatus | 19/? | eventual fuuinjutsu master!naruto, slow burn, fluff + humor, sakuino | rated T |

3. feelings? what are those?: just a short, silly oneshot about my favourite throuple, shikasasunaru. wrote this as a giftfic while twist in time was still a wip. it’s about naruto forcing shikamaru and sasuke to not be emotionally opaque peanuts | 4.7k words | non-oblivious!naruto, idiots in love | rated M |

4. the words tattooed on my soul: this is a fanpoetry fic. one poem from shikamaru’s pov who apparently writes plenty of these and stores them in a shoebox which he, ofcourse, hides under his bed | 172 words | poet!shikamaru | rated T |

5. the dance of destiny: platonic soulmates sasunaru and best friends shikasaku. sakura and shika leave the village to train with tsunade and years later, return so that sakura can become the hokage—she’s a champion of the civilians, basically. meanwhile, naruto has thoughts and feelings about this, given his own dream of taking the kage mantle. these four meet and their destinies (hah!) intermingle, much like an off-tempo waltz on the dancefloor (hah! again). shikamaru apparently has an asshole dad—shikaku—in this because that was what the muse wanted | 7.4k words | 2/? | incomplete | bamf!everyone | sasusaku | rated M |

🖤 6. colors of you: a lighthearted oneshot about shikamaru discovering that the village vandal painting konoha in all sorts of ridiculous murals is, infact, naruto and joining him on one of his escapades. this was written for a prompt challenge hosted on r/fanfiction actually. had a fun time writing this story. i really like how their dynamic turned out | ~4k words | pov shikamaru | rated M |

7. all in good time: another time travel fic about a burnt-out twenty-year old naruto finding himself back as an academy student after becoming estranged with konoha 12 in the og timeline following a failed jounin exam in which he ended up being the cause for shikamaru getting injured and scarred. this one’s more angsty, with a gentler naruto who’s a little sick of his life as a chunin. i really want to write and complete this story one day, because the storyboarding for the plot is a bit different than my usual fare | 13k words | 3/? | incomplete | alternate universe + time travel, slow burn | rated M |

🖤 8. the stories we never shared: a fic wherein naruto leaves konoha the night before graduation and years later, tsunade assembles a mission squad of seven to go after him, to protect him and offer him refuge, as a response to their knowledge about akatsuki and their plans to target jinchiruukis. this is also a shikasasunaru poly fic. it’s much slower and extremely interpersonal. i’m trying to develop and juggle different relationships and friendships with due regard. this fic also possibly has one of my favourite versions of naruto i’ve ever written. shikamaru is the mission leader and he shares a mutually contentious relationship with sasuke | 27k words | 4/? | incomplete | bamf!naruto, threeway povs, slowburn | rated M |

🖤 9. being known: a 5+1 fic about naruto and shikamaru sharing various conversations as they grow up and how their friendships ends up becoming something much much more. i’ve probably re-read this work the most because this is how i imagine shikanaru at their most grounded. they’re alike in so many ways beyond the superficial differences and it’s always a fun task to coax those commonalties out. it’s also non-linear | 18k words | 6/6 | complete | getting together, pov!shikamaru, pov!naruto.

10. blood of the covenant; water of the womb: my take on the arranged marriage trope. shikamaru is heir of the nara clan that resides in suna. shikaku is kazekage. naruto is heir of the uzumaki clan which is the closest thing to royalty in the shinobi world. to stop the prolonged conflict between konoha and suna, their marriage is proposed as a means for amicable ceasefire | 4k words | 1/? | incomplete | bamf!shikanaru, enemies to friends to lovers, politics | rated M |

🖤 11. naruto’s very eminent, very influential babysitters: naruto is raised communally amongst all the clans of konoha, on shikaku’s suggestion. mostly a humorous and fluffy fic and has the least amount of shikanaru, tbh. since they are, you know, babies. as of the last chapter, though, shikamaru has begun to have certain sorts of awakening. naruto is an absolute gremlin child here, chaos-maker extraordinaire. features interpersonal clan lore and many many side characters | 25k words | 5/7 | incomplete | fluff + humor, pre-canon, crack treated seriously | rated T |

12. the triad hypothesis: yet another poly shikasasunaru fic. they’re rogue ninjas together, trying to bind together resources and manpower to oppose danzo who has taken over konoha as hokage | 3k words | 1/? | incomplete | bamf!shikasasunaru, pov multiple, rebellion, politics | rated M |

🖤 13. twelfth guardian: naruto is sent to the daimyo’s mansion for his “safety”. shikamaru arrives there after becoming jounin, as one of the twelve ninja guardians. plot ensues in the background (conspiracy against the hokage, betrayals, etc.) while they fall in love after getting to know each other. this is my recent darling fic. i’ve drawn some art for it which is not just shitty doodling, i swear. i just have to sit and complete the third part so i can mark it as finished. it’s one fic where i’ve dug deep into shikamaru’s psyche and really enjoyed it | 20k words | 2/3 | incomplete | bamf!naruto, bamf!shika, multiple ocs, pov shikamaru | rated M |

🖤 14. if you shall permit it, i’d like to smooch your brain: another 5+1 crack treated seriously fic in which a raging sapiosexual shikamaru finds naruto irresistible because he’s sort of an unconventional genius. it’s majorly a fic about boys of konoha 12 hanging out together, gallivanting. also non-linear and imo, quite funny | 21k words | 6/6 | complete | pov!shikamaru, smart!naruto, crack treated seriously | rated T |

15. मैं और तुम (me and you): my first ever hindi fanfic about shikamaru and naruto spending some time together. that’s it, lol. my capacity to write longform hindi stuff is extremely limited | 557 words | complete | shayar!naruto | rated G |

16. anbu’s infamous throuple: as the name suggests, this is, obviously, another shikasasunaru poly fic in which they’re all anbu members. it is an epistolary fic and also sort of crackish. sasuke and shikamaru are friends but naruto has a hate-your-guts mutually antagonistic dynamic with sasuke while he gets along quite well with shikamaru. naruto is a squad captain, sasuke is his liaison officer which is totally a real position and not something i created for plot purposes. shikamaru is a communications specialist | 1.8k words | 1/5 | incomplete | bamf!everyone, anbu!shikasasunaru, epistolary fic | rated M |

that concludes the list. the seventeeth fic is actually the sequel to twist in time. i will regularly update this masterlist, as and when new updates/fics are put up!

if any of this sounds like your cup of tea, read on and enjoy! <3

made on: 16/03/25

last updated: 18/03/25