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Request from my TikTok account

How the TFP decepticons would react to (human) reader call them love

Includes: TFP Megatron,TFP Starscream, TFP Breakdown, TFP Knockout, TFP Predaking, TFP Shockwave and TFP Soundwave

Megatron:

- Honestly if you’re an human, he would look at you like you just told him humans can fly.

- He would for sure grin like a maniac the moment he understands what it means in human terms or in your terms.

- He wouldn’t show you that he’s proud that you called him love, he’s a prideful warrior and leader after all but if you happen to call him love while someone else is there it would increase his ego even more (if its wouldn’t be high enough already xD)

- He secretly wants to hear you call him love every time (He would soundwave get to record it so he could listing to it while you’re away doing human stuff. It would confuse soundwave so much, but he wouldn’t let anyone know what Megatron does nor ask a question.

- (Oh btw, not even you would know that. It’s a secret between Megatron and soundwave )

Starscream:

Oh dear god, the moment you call him Love it would be over for you.

- He’s a proud mech, for sure but by Primus- the moment you give him this nickname you would have consequences for your own actions.

- It’s not like he would get mad at you, everything but that.

- No, it’s more likely the fact that you have to admire him so much for you to call him love (he’s a poor mech, he deserves some love)

- He would hide you from Megatron.I mean he would do that even before but after you call him love he would do anything to make sure you’re at least fifty miles away from megatron. He doesn't want you to get hurt, and he knows where Megatron goes, death and pain follows.

Knockout:

- Oh dear heaven, don’t feed this man more ego it’s already enough.

- He would probably just look at you, pick you up like a teddy bear and hold you in front of his faceplate, wanting you to repeat what you just said.

- The moment you would repeat, this bastard would grin at you like a maniac

- Ofc you love him, who wouldn’t? Yes, yes he would take it as you would love him, not as a cute nickname.

- He would pinch your cheek, telling you what a cute little human you are

- Would tell everyone that you call him love and that you love him, I mean obviously you have to love him.

Breakdown:

-His first reaction would be like “what did you say? Did you call me love?”

- He would definitely pick you up just to make 100% sure that he understands you

- He would be like soundwave and admire your cute little nickname.

- He would give you a nickname too cause of that, not like love or other human nicknames but more likely something cybertronian.

- He would make sure to show you how thankful he is, for him it’s important to show you the same respect. (Yes, for him it’s your respect to him to call him Love )

Predaking:

- His emotions tend to change but the moment you call him love he would smile at you, even if he was angry only moments before.

- He would ask you why you call him love since he’s a big intimidating mech.

- He would pick you up to bring you somewhere safe, somewhere he can cuddle with you and show you how much he appreciates his adorable little nickname you gave him.

- He would honor his nickname, but Primus he would get jealous easily so don’t call anything or anyone else like Love or smt like that.

- We don’t want roasted humans or other cons, don’t we? I mean it’s not even thanksgiving yet.

Shockwave:

- He would just stare at you, no emotion, not a single word, nothing.

- You would have to explain to him why exactly you called him “love” cause he isn’t lovely, he’s a creepy scientist mech with a strong will and logical explanations . Not a sweet little mini bot (at least this is his opinion)

- After a while he would come attached to your sweet little nickname for him and don’t you dare to call somebody or something anything near like Love or lovely or he would for sure get rid of it. (Without your knowledge ofc).

- He would questioning himself a lot cause how could he get attached to something like that, for him it’s not logical.

Soundwave:

- Same like Shockwave, he would just stare at you not capable of anything but repeating in his processor what you just said to him.

- Honestly he would be confused, do you mean by that that he’s lovely? Or do you love him and if yes, in which way?

- You would have to explain to him too what exactly you mean.

- Not like the other two mechs he would show you that he’s proud that you call him love.

- But don’t say that in front of other mechs, it’s not that he doesn’t like it or want you to hide it, but it’s safer for you cause you’re still a human being. I mean he’s a busy man and even though Laserbeak is always with you or at least near you he’s paranoid of like anything.

My request are open :)

[tonberry-yoda]

Heyy.. since you liked the previous Ramattra request so much I might have another one..? :D I've had this idea where somebody keeps leaving Ramattra anonymous small gifts during his time in the monastery. How does he react when the secret admirer turns out to be a super secret human admirer with a not so secret crush on him? Obviously Ramattra is the only one who doesn't realize that somebody has feelings for him. Such a classic situation xD Maybe headcanons or a short story? Up to you! Thanks!

notes: OMG I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO WRITE THIS ONE FRRR. You have the coolest ideas and I just love writing requests for you! this one is so creative and just super fun to write, so thank you <333 thanks for all of your support! have an amazing day and stay super duper hydrated <3

Secret Admirer - Ramattra

word count: 674

warnings: probably typos, but nothing other than that

It was snowing. Nearly a blizzard. It's not like Ramattra could feel the cold, but he knew he would have to head inside. The monastery had warm light and was always quiet. Full of other omnics who needed a place of refuge, somewhere to call home for a little while. There were some humans, which was a hard obstacle for Ramattra to cross, but seeing as most of them wanted to help the omnics and rebuild their lives made Ramattra hopeful. Just a bit.

He greeted omnics as he walked in and headed over to the room where he spends most of his time praying, his staff hitting the ground with every step he took.

The room was empty, as it usually was, and snow was falling into the room diluting all sound around him.

Then, he saw it again. Another present.

For the past two weeks, there have been small presents left behind in the room. At first, he had believed that these gifts were for the monastery or for the sake of prayer, but he began to notice that they were really for him. There would be notes attached or simply just a gift with his name on it, but never theirs.

He never figured out who it was. He never saw anyone come into the room, so it confused him, but at the same time, it brought him a bit of joy.

---

"Why don't you just tell him, y/n?" An omnic had asked you as you were fixing her up. "I think it's pretty dang obvious that you like him."

"I don't even think he knows my name," you giggled. "Plus, I think it's fun having this little secret. He'll never know." You put your finger in front of your mouth to signal that you wanted this secret to keep going.

If the omnic could roll her eyes, she would've. "When you have the rare chance of talking to him, you have goo goo eyes. I think he knows."

"Do I make it that obvious?!" You buried your bright red face in the palms of your hands.

The omnic gave you a supportive pat on the back. "Look, y/n, why does that have to be a bad thing necessarily?"

You looked at her in shock. "I'm a human!"

"So?"

"It's kind of known by the whole world that Ramattra hates humans."

"But you've been so kind to us and to him, I don't see the problem."

You jokingly rolled your eyes and stood up, collecting your things. "Well, I think it's fun being anonymous."

"Are you dropping off another present today?"

"Did Ramattra go home already?"

"I'm pretty sure he did."

"Well, I guess I'll be off then. To drop of the gift. I hope your recovery goes well."

You waved to the omnic and headed over to Ramattra's part of the monastery. You decided to get him a new candle. Something new to light up the dark halls.

As you walked into his room, you froze. His giant figure was standing in the room, as if he was waiting for you.

"Ah, y/n. How are you?" He asked.

You quickly hid the candle behind your back and smiled. "Hey Ramattra. I-I'm good! How are you?"

He chuckled and walked towards you, tilting your chin up with his staff to look at him. "I'm good. Thank you for all of the gifts these past couple of weeks."

Your face flushed a bright red. "Y-Yeah, of course. S-Sorry."

He took the candle from behind your back. "Don't apologize. Why were they for me?"

Oh god. He didn't know.

"I... uh.... they uh..."

Ramattra tilted his head and you took a breath. "Did you read any of the notes?" You asked, a little embarrassed.

"Secret admirer." He said faintly before coming to a realization. "Ah, I see now." He looked down at you a little shocked.

"Sorry." You said, looking down at your hands.

He kneeled down to your level and lifted your chin with his index finger. "Don't apologize."

~~~~~

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@sleepyorchidmonster​​ EY THANK YOU!!! 🧡🧡 I’m glad you enjoyed!! SDFLJSDF I HOPE YOUR HAVING FUN IN THE TWST MADNESS o7 I’d be More than happy to do Those two sets :D For anybody who’s confused, somebody asked about Dorm Leader/Housewarden Friendship Headcanons HERE. And I think a lot of people have been missing it (which is my bad I ended up extending the post poorly) But I also Did Azul and Riddle in the reblogs!! The version I linked contains that discussion. OKAY THAT SAID, ON WITH THE SHOW

Leona and Riddle: This one is Hilarious because They already have an awkward place to start xD Riddle being present and active during Leona’s overblot.... sure is something. Although honestly I don’t think It’ll effect their relationship much. Riddle having already overblotted himself wouldn’t care to hold that over Leona’s head, and Leona seems to me to be more of a “water under the bridge” person. Riddle was one of the least offensive party members there, and if he was going to hold a grudge he might as well start with Jack, and he doesn’t do that, so i think bygones are bygones between them. Having started book 5 as well... I think at this point Leona’s already adopted Riddle, since during the Housewarden meeting over The VDC (i hope i got the acronym right x’D) he threatened Azul when he was trying to scam Riddle. Riddle I think respects Leona for his power. He probably doesn’t think all that highly of him slacking off, but he also is aware of Leona’s prowess in multiple different areas, and knows that while Kingscholar is not punctual, he is reliable. Especially in a bind. That and I can imagine Riddle has a lot more base respect for the Hierarchy of the school. He’s a Sophomore, so no matter what, Leona is his Senpai and to a degree he will respect that. Within reason of course. I think Leona is neutral to respectful of Riddle. The housewarden of Heartslabyul has no interest in picking fights with Leona, so he has no interest in trying to hold his ground. I think Leona probably respects Riddle’s work ethic too. less the rules, but more that he’s an honest individual who puts in his effort and does what he’s supposed to do. I can imagine he might be rolling his eyes a little bit at his rule keeping, but hey not his domain not his problem, therefore he could probably care less in the end. Now where I think they can connect? Intellectualism. Riddle is the studious type, and so is Leona. If the two of them got started on certain topics I can see the two of them discussing it for hours. Riddle making some offhand comment about a historical figure and Leona bouncing off of it with more information, both of them discussing their different viewpoints of failures and successes, of victories and defeats. Riddle would be interested in hearing Leona’s viewpoints as an actual member of Monarchy/government himself, and Leona would just probably enjoy actually getting to talk about some of the nonsense he’s had to learn for school and/or politics over the years. I can even see Riddle maybe asking Leona for advice on leadership on occasions. While Leona’s leadership style isn't’ Riddle’s, if he got to know Savanaclaw and its housewarden better, he’d see that they were a very tightly knit and supportive pack. Something that he finds more similar to his heart soldiers than he would’ve guessed. Riddle showing interest and Curiosity in Leona’s way of leadership and the topics he is well informed in could do Leona a lot of good. It could ease the frustration of having so much “irrelevant and useless” information now that he’s not going to be King. It could help him realize his own skills and talents. If nothing else it’d just give him somebody to talk to in a non-antagonistic situation. I think they end up meeting in the middle a lot with their relationship. Riddle is a lot more willing to put in a good word for Leona and give him the benefit of the doubt, but maybe also more willing to calmly and gently chastise him for his more self sabotaging behaviors. Leona grows to respect Riddle and his way of working even if he wouldn’t do it in a billions years, but also how to push the kid forward out of his comfort zone to try new and different things, and think about the world and other people in a different way. I also just think that Leona is a highly protective person of the people he cared for, so I can totally see him being more than ready and willing to defend Riddle in a physical or magical fight. He needs to worry about it less with the Heartslabyul housewarden because he has his card soldiers... but when Riddle goes off the deep end... Ohhhhh bother. Sometimes Leona will just see a scared teenager and that will be what he acts on. Riddle is small, he’s learning, he’s growing, he’s young, and as a result its Leona’s duty to protect him (uncle instinct ftw SLDFJKSDKLGSD). But this would only really happen in a real fight or in the case of something like, an awry potion explosion. If he sees Riddle choosing to throw hands with Floyd he’s just going to sit back and laugh. And the more proof he gathered of Riddle being able to defend himself the less he’d worry. So yeah! I think they could have a very cute respectful Upperclassman/Lowerclassman bond of respect and understanding. :) Malleus and Kalim: I look at Kalim and go, “You could fix him”. SDLKFJSDGLKJSDLGJSDGLJSDGLSJDGKLDSGJKLSDGJ. OKay but seriously. Malleus is the person who never gets invited to anything. Kalim is the one who always invites people to things. I’ve connected the dots- SDFLLSDKFJSLDGJSD Now it would be more complicated than that for so many reasons. Part of the reason Malleus is so lonely is because he tends to be unintentionally reclusive. But not without good reason. People don’t treat him like a fellow student, and it grates at him, so he steps away from the masses to be able to breathe. The chances of Kalim actually encountering him are practically living in the floorboards. On top of that, Jamil is freaking TERRIFIED of being around Malleus. It has nothing to do with him inherently fearing Malleus, it has everything to do with him fearing THE CONSEQUENCES OF AN INTERNATIONAL INCIDENT WITH A FOREIGN PRINCE xD. And honestly??? Given Kalim’s track record I can’t blame him. But if we were to put the nitpicky details aside and just view them like they didn’t have these obstacles, I think they would be incredibly good friends. The Fireworks event that takes us to the Scalding Sands showed to our faces that Kalim doesn’t fear Malleus like other people does. Trey and Cater were both a little bit wary of him, but Kalim didn’t care at ALL. It might be because he’s also royalty and it just hasn’t occurred to him that Malleus being Royalty is not the only reason people are afraid of him, but regardless Kalim Does Not Care Nor Notice. This means that Kalim is one of the only person who consistently just treats Malleus like a person. This is a FANTASTIC place for them to start! Because honestly isn’t that why Malleus grew so close with Yuu???? Because you’re the only person who treats him like a normal friend instead of something to be Gawked at or Feared?? And Malleus also does something that Kalim really needs. He would see Kalim for being Kalim exclusively, and not care a single bit about his riches. Somebody pointed out to me that Kalim throws money at a lot of problems because he doesn’t know how else to repair things. He’s never been taught the emotional navigation of having a real friend, all that he knows he’s learned through trial and error. And he’s such a generous and giving person, that of course he’s going to try to give to solve a problem!! Because he knows giving is good and it helps and makes people happy!! Because that’s also part of the double edged sword of this method, is it kinda works. Some people do need money, some people just want money, so in that way it does solve some problems! And it ends up teaching Kalim the wrong lesson again and again. Malleus tho, Malleus wouldn’t care about all that. He’d be there for Kalim and Kalim alone. If he wanted grand parties and fine dining he could simply request it from his kingdom, but he’d rather have a good friend any day. He wouldn’t ask much more of Kalim than his company, and I could see him often turning down Kalim’s more exuberant requests for simpler things, unless it seemed like Kalim was really passionate about it. It might honestly take the two of them having a falling out where Kalim grows distressed that Malleus doesn’t want his normal method of ‘fixing’ things, and Malleus grows frustrated that Kalim keeps trying to give him things that he neither needs nor wants, but if they got past that hurdle? Man the amount of good these two would do for each other. They’d finally both have somebody who sees them for who they are rather than what they are. Malleus values Kalim for being Kalim, and Kalim values Malleus for being Kalim. (As a side note, yes Jamil is also a great person for Kalim to know, but their relationship is understandably complicated and will take time/effort to heal. And I believed they’ll figure it out. :D ) Kalim finally seeing that his own presence, as just himself, no shiny gold and sparkling silver, would do a tremendous amount of good for his self love and confidence. Malleus having somebody who loved him for being a friend would bring him a lot of quiet and peace and contentedness he seeks, and it would make his frustrations with people who do get caught up on his aspects easier to tolerate. So I also guess I’m also looking at Mallues and going, “You could fix him” SDLFJSDLKGJLSKDGJASDLJGSDGJDSGSD But yes wholesome besties sdlkfjSLDKJGSDLGJSDG you would always be able to know when they spotted each other cause Kalim would get really excited xD

[sachiko1309]

Be my little good boy

Summary: Jasper and Y/N have been friends for a while, but both feel more than that for each other...

Word count: 3455

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), handjob, praising, degrading, top reader, bottom Jasper, first attempt at this xd, Minors DNI this contains adult content

This was made at the request of: @ch3rrybunnies and it is my first time writing top reader + bottom male character, so I hope it is acceptable at least. I really tried my best, as I am usually not doing that type of fic 😅

Jasper and I had been friends for some time now. He had saved me from a very dangerous situation I had maneuvered myself into, making sure I would get home save. Since then, whenever he could, he stopped by my house. A smaller cottage on the outskirts of a mining town. My parents had died, leaving me the house and garden, in which I grew vegetables, selling them on the market to buy the other things I needed to live.

We had established a friendship, but he always remained his stoic and retreated self. And whatever I tried to get him to loosen up, didn’t work. I had seen him feed on a human before, nearly dying myself, when he attacked me in his frenzy and after that he had become even more wary of me. Making sure to never stand too close to me, or make me feel cornered. I was very thankful for that, but I grew annoyed with his behavior. His gift of course told him and so did I many times, but he wouldn’t budge, always arguing it was better for me that way.

 But I was determined to make a move on him. He wasn’t married, didn’t pursuit another woman and look wise, he fell completely in my department. Taller, muscular, good looking, a gentleman. Something very rare in the current times. The civil war causing several men to die fighting for their beliefs and those that remained simply were either scared from what they had seen, or never even bothered to integrate back into society.

Suddenly, a whirl of wind announced Jaspers arrival. He had become more relaxed with being himself in my home and I was glad he did. He needed to relax and have at least some sort of save haven. “Good evening, Jasper.” I greeted him in an amused tone. “I am glad to see you took at least the time to take off your hat.” I teased him and he frowned at my remark: “Always, my Lady.” Tilting his head slightly and bowing, before he sat down at my kitchen table. “Anything I can offer?” I asked with a smirk. We played that game every time he stopped by. “I take my usual.” He answered and I sat an empty cup down in front of him. Settling onto my usual spot, I looked out of the window watching the sun finally retreat on the horizon.

“Where have you been the latest?” I asked, looking back at him with curious eyes. Jasper only chuckled, disregarding his cup, before he reached into his pocket pulling out a little dangly necklace. “Denton. I was visiting the statue of the founder of that city or more like the name giver, since he was already dead, when it was built. Anyway, I also found this one and it reminded me of you.” Handing me the small necklace. It was a golden locket and when I opened it, I couldn’t help but smile. In it, there was a dried leave of my favorite flower and a small picture of him. “Thank you Jasper. That’s… This is so nice of you.” Looking up, I beamed at him with a wide and honest smile, to which he only shrugged. “It’s the least I can do to thank you for not turning your back on me.”

“The only time, I would turn my back to you is when you bend me over this table.” I teased, knowing fully well that hiding the feelings I started to grow for him was pointless. He had probably already figured the last time he was here and since then, they only became worse. Still, he cleared his throat, skidding around on his chair. “Y/N. We both know that this cannot happen.” I sat down the locket: “Why not? Its not like somebody would know or care?”

“It is not right in the first place and most important of all, dangerous.” He held his ground and I groaned: “Yeah I know. You could kill me and all that shit.” But then his words replayed in my mind and I looked at him with furrowed brows: “Wait. That’s the only thing keeping you from allowing us to happen?”

“I think it’s a very good reason.” Jasper answered, getting up to probably help me with the necklace, but I didn’t give it to him. “If you were human, would you have agreed to it?”

“Let me help you with the necklace. I want to see how it looks on you.” Dodging my question, he tried to reach for the locket, but I didn’t let go of it. “Don’t sidestep me, Jasper.”

“Probably not like this. I would have asked you properly to court me. I would have made sure you would be treated very good, asking you for walking dates, steal a kiss or two, before I would have asked for your hand in marriage. I would have married you in the towns chapel, built a home for you and me, planning to have several kids with you, to grow old, eat your horrible cooked food, help you in the garden. All of it.”

“What is keeping you from still doing it? I mean you could turn me and we could do all of that without the kids part and visibly growing old.” Letting go of the necklace, I allowed him to put it around my neck. He stayed silent for a while, leaning against the kitchen wall with a stoic expression. “Like I said. It is not right this way. You deserve a better life than me.”

“Stop downplaying yourself. You know I don’t like that.” I growled at him, causing him to straighten up. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Atta boy.” I teased and when I saw his eyes flicker for a little moment, I started to wonder. “Everything alright? Have you fed enough?”

“I always do when I visit you. I wont risk anything.” His answer was strained and I got up stepping closer to him. “Then what's wrong, Jasper? You know you can trust me. I am here for you anytime you need it, however you need it.”

“I am alright.” He gritted out, but his breathing was agitated and when I came even closer, his hands started to shiver. “I think it is better for me to leave. I am sure, you are tired, I can smell the garden on you. You must have worked in it all day.”

“Don’t go.” I whispered, letting my hands wander over his shoulders and down his chest. His eyes were darker than the usual red, now turning into a darker tone switching into black. “Tell me, Jasper. What's going on inside your head?”

“I am nervous.” He answered honestly, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his vest.

“Why?” I pressed on and he let out a shaky breath. “You know why…”

Grinning slightly, I let my hands wander over his chest and lower. “Are you letting me help you with that? Or do you want to stop?”

“But… but what about our friendship?” He stuttered out. “Wouldn’t it be weird for us to… I don’t know… do it?” He added and I just smiled at him: “It doesn’t have to be weird. Think about it as me doing you a little favor. I just wanna help you, Jas.” I whispered into his ears and he shivered at my words, a little gasp leaving his mouth and I knew I was starting to win. “We don’t have to go all the way. I can just take care of you.” Letting my hands slide down further, I sank to my knees, dragging out the words while I spoke. He reached for the kitchen counter on his right, stabilizing himself, while watching me with big doe eyes.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He whispered and I heard his suppress a moan. Grinning up at him, I played with the strings of his pants. “Then ask for it. Be a good little boy for me and ask me nicely.” My fingers slid over his stomach and the waistband of his pants. “Please, Ma’am. I… I want you take care of me.” His eyes were trained on my face and my hands and I applied the smallest amount of pressure against his crotch, but even that was enough to pull a desperate whimper from his lips. It sounded wonderful. The total opposite of his usual composed confident self. And having him give in to his softer vulnerable side made me proud, stroking my ego just right.

I didn’t waist anymore time, opening up his pants, pushing them down a bit to free his erection. It was already leaking precum and I carefully let my fingers wrap around his length. Jasper leaned his head against the wall, letting out a high moan. “Does that feel good, sweetie?” I asked to which he only nodded weakly. “Be a good boy and use your words.”

He opened his eyes slightly to look at me: “So good, Ma’am. Please don’t stop…”

“I wont if you are behaving like I want you to. I want to hear you and I want you to trust me, do you understand?” I increased the pace of my hand while I spoke, imposing a punishing rhythm on his cock.

“Yes, Ma’am. Whatever you want.” He whimpered desperately, struggling to keep his stand. I clicked my tongue: “Straighten up, soldier, or you will get nothing.” And he instantly changed his position, stretching his legs again. “N-no… I… I will do better, Ma’am.” He managed to say between ragged, sharp breaths and his desperate whimpers. The way his strong southern drawl changed into sweet little moans aroused me, every little sound that left him going straight to my core and I could feel myself grow wetter with every second. “Good boy.” I praised him, feeling his length throb against my hand at the nickname. “You like that? Being called my good boy?” I asked further, a smile tugging on my lips.

“I do, Ma’am.” He whined out, another loud moan escaping him when I circled my palm over the sensitive tip of his cock. His hips thrusted against the rhythm of my hand and I grinned even wider. The knowledge of having the power to either bring him immense amounts of pleasure, or take it away and leaving him to be crying out for more made me feel powerful. I picked up the pace, the throbbing tension between my legs growing to a point where I started to grow impatient.

Jaspers face contorted in pleasure, eyebrows furrowing and lips twitching as the endless sounds of his moans mixed with his soft whimpers. He became more and more desperate with each second and it was one of the most arousing sights I had ever seen. “Are you getting close, sweetie?” I asked him with a teasing tone.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He cried out, his hands digging into the wall and kitchen cupboard and I heard wood splinter, but I ignored it. “Are you going to come for me like a good little boy?”

“Yes, fuck yes, Ma’am. Please… Don’t stop, please, I will do everything you want, but please let me come.” Jasper whined, looking at me with half-closed, glassy eyes.

“Everything?” I pressed further and he nodded wildly. “Yes. Everything, Ma’am.”

“Good boy.” I said softly, encouraging him even more: “Then go on. Give into the pleasure, sweetie. Be a good boy and come for me. I got you.” Jasper took my words as a command, and only couple seconds later, I felt his cock twitch in my hand. I couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful face twitching like that when his orgasm took over. Ropes of pearly white sticky cum poured out of his cock and onto my hand. I helped him through his orgasm, the grunty moans slowly changing into sweet little whines. He had his eyes closed, his breathing going rigid as I pushed him even further overstimulating him a bit. Only when his whimpering turned pained, did I pull away my hand, reaching for a towel to wipe my hand and then his cock clean.

“Feeling better?” I asked him, when I was sure he would be able to answer me again. An adorable smile formed on his lips: “I feel great. This… Thank you, Ma’am.” The pure bliss on his face made me chuckle and I looked at him with a raised brow. He didn’t dare to look at me, when I took his hand, slowly leading him into my bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I looked at the young vampire standing in the middle of the room and looking everywhere but me.

“So…” I began. “Is it true that you have never courted a woman?”

“I… uh… no.” He stuttered out, clasping his hands behind his back.

“Well, do you want to test it?” I asked, now looking at him with a soft smile. I could see he was still scared, but curious at my offer, so I added: “I don’t mind going further.” Taking off my clothes, I let him decide what he wanted, but me being so at ease seemed to ease his tension a bit, because he finally laid his eyes upon me. I stepped back, allowing him to take in my naked form entirely. “What do you want, sweetie?” I asked seductively, watching him gulp harshly at my words. “I… uh… I… Can I touch you?” He shyly asked, his hand already reaching out to me. I smiled at his innocence, walking over to the bed and sitting down. “Of course. You can touch me everywhere you want.”

He slowly followed me, stopping in front of me, before he sunk to the ground, kneeling before me. His eyes roamed over my body, taking in every inch, before he slowly reached out with his hand, gently cupping my breast with it. Then he looked at me with curious eyes: “Why would you even pursue me? Aren't you scared?”

I shook my head. “No. I know you would never hurt me. You are stronger than you think and if you let me, I will show you exactly how strong you are.” I chuckled lowly

Jasper stayed silent for a while, weighing his thoughts. Then he looked up at me, a blush creeping on his cheeks. “Can you… Would you teach me how to pleasure a woman?” He silently whispered, averting his gaze quickly after he spoke. I smiled at him, taking his chin in my hand. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything.” He blurted out and I just chuckled. “Alright. Then follow me.” Slowly I climbed up the bed, propping myself up on the pillows, while he settled at the end, still completely dressed. “Lose those clothes.” I whispered, watching him blush again, but he followed my orders.

Once he was naked, I spread my legs, inviting him in. “What do you want to learn first?”

“I don’t know… I never have… What do you usually start with?” He asked, eyes trained between my legs. I grinned: “You wouldn’t be able to give me that today. How about I ease you in first, and we keep the adult stuff for a later time?” “I… What?” Jasper breathed, this time his tone was even more shaky, making my smile grow wolfish: “That’s a discussion for another place. Just watch and learn.” Collecting some of my slick, I flicked my fingers over my clit. “See that little bundle here is your best friend when you want to pleasure a woman. You have to be very careful though. Its really sensitive, but I promise knowing how to use it, will have any woman on her knees in seconds. You can either use your fingers or your mouth. Whatever you want.”

“I have read about this.” He stated, watching my fingers pleasure me. “Can I…?” I nodded, taking my hands away. I expected him to use his fingers, so I gasped in surprise, when he buried his head between my thighs. His touches were soft kisses, trailing up my thighs until he reached the middle, pressing a sloppy kiss to my heat. I moaned softly, letting my fingers weave into his hair, to guide his movements.

“Gosh Jas…” I gasped, causing him to look up. I stared into his brown hues. “Just like that… Eat me out like a good boy. Fingers and tongue.”

“Is that what you want?” He rasped and I saw a glimpse as to why he grew to be a Major so quickly. There was no doubt that he could be demanding if needed. I let squinted my eyes, staring him down: “Are you questioning my orders, soldier? Put your fingers inside of me and suck on my clit.”

“I am sorry, Ma’am.” He answered, immediately going back to work.

“You better are. I give you a pass this time, because you are learning. But the next time you don’t follow my orders, I will make sure you will learn your lesson.” Holding his head back by his hair, I stopped him from doing more. “You should be thankful, I even allow you to do this.”

“My apologies, Ma’am. Thank you for letting me learn.” Jasper whimpered, visibly melting at my harsh tone. “Please… Let me pleasure you. I want to be at your service and learn from you to be better boy in the future.”

“I sure hope you do. From now on, whenever you fail to follow my orders, I will chastise you for as long as I think it is needed, have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Then get back to work.” Shoving his head down again, I let go of his hair, watching as he sank down, cursing as I felt one finger intrude my core, slowly pumping in and out of me, a second finger following very quickly. Then his mouth was back on my clit, circling it and softly sucking on the sweet pearl every now and then. I could feel my orgasm starting to build inside of my stomach, the heat of my pleasure, slowly filling my body. The knot in my stomach tightened with every move of Jaspers tongue, a hot sensation spreading through my body, as my legs started to tremble.

Suppressing a moan, I praised him, causing Jasper to moan against my core, the vibration only adding to my pleasure. He must have realized, I was getting closer, because he slightly picked up the pace, curling his fingers upwards, stroking my sweet spot deep inside of me. I fought very hard to keep my hips still, not wanting to overwhelm him with too much going on, but I couldn’t help but buck every now and then.

Wrapping an arm around my hips, he totally sank against my body. I moaned this time, wrapping my hand in his hair and wrapping my legs around his shoulders to keep him in place.  “That’s it…” I rasped out. “Just like the good boy you are. Keep going and I will reward you with my orgasm.” Pure bliss was spreading through my body and it was hard to focus and keep my hold on him. That seemed to spur him on even further, because he sucked on my clit harder this time, while curling his fingers up perfectly hitting my sweet spot.

My orgasm hit me like a brick wall, wave after wave the pleasure rolled through my bones. I allowed myself to moan, bucking up my hips and tugging harshly on his hair. My legs closed in, holding him in place for a while, before I remembered that it was Jasper not any random man, that I had pressed so hard against my body. Letting go of him with a sigh, I let my head fall back into the sheets to catch my breath. “Fuck… That was… How come this was your first time? You are obviously lying.” I gently teased him, causing him to blush. “I have been reading a lot. I wanted to be prepared.”

“You really are made to please, aren't you?” Letting him go, I patted the mattress next to me, pulling his head onto my chest when he had settled. Instantly, his arms wrapped around my body and he snuggled into my warm embrace.

“I only live to please you.” Came his quiet answer and I felt him relax more and more into me. Starting to stroke his hair mindlessly, I watched as his breathing pattern slowed down, the tension in his fingers holding onto me starting to fade as well. “That’s it, little boy. Let go. I am here for you.” I whispered, lulling him in with my soft little praises to help him come down.

[youmarin]

Backslide by 21p

Speaking to the void abt my thoughts on Backslide bc I might be reaching and Tyler might've simply really meant he regrets Saturday a bit OR, it is all part of the story/lore. Or both lol.

*I've never bothered much to decipher the lore. I consider myself a big fan but I just vibe to the music and get the general message. I don't get too fussy about every single detail though it's really creative and interesting. Their world building is so good. But I'll leave all the work to the lore-studying clikkies.

Both have water metaphors and similar lyrics but written in different mental spaces/scenarios?

Ex.1: "Keep things fresh, she said that I should change my clothes." - Saturday

"Is that a stain? You should change." - Backslide

Ex. 2: "I can't feel the waves anymore, did the tide forget to move?" - Saturday

"Cause I feel the pull, water's over my head" "Reach my hand above the tide" "If you could throw me a line" - Backslide

And since Saturday's from SAI, from the propaganda time, it makes sense that, as part of the story, he'll regret doing Saturday when he probably wasn't at his best yet but forced to show he "was" (i don't know if I'm making any sense lmao). Cuz Backslide is about not wanting to slip back to when things were bad (to put it some way).

I don't know. Just felt like sharing this bc I've seen on IG and in here people freaking out like "Why would he hate on Saturday like that." And on the other hand, a lot of people were hating on SAI when it released saying that the bubbly, light, upbeat songs weren't it. So really there's no way to please everyone. And well, artists are always gonna dislike at least one song they've made so no big deal. If you like it, keep liking it. I'm sure he's happy some people do. And if you don't, well, don't.

Anyways, somebody probably had already noticed these things and worded it better than I did.

If you read this, cool. XD

[quitealotofsodapop]

[Chenxiang is similarly protective but is secretly really anxious, and since he wasn’t around for MK’s birth he doesn’t really know what to expect.]

At least he doesn’t faint, right? That’s already better than Tang XD

But it’s probably something he should discuss with someone if nobody brings it up with him. Maybe Sandy? He’s the best bet. Tang would have the factual stuff covered, I think – y’know, between the fainting XD

Realistically, he’s probably to be outside with the other kids – mostly to keep MK from wearing a hole to the USA in the ground and Mei from filming everything – to let the adults do what needs to be done.

I’m betting somebody’s gonna be turned into a stress ball by him at some point.

Oh yeah Tang got all the theory stuff sorted out when MK was on the way, but he did not anticipate himself fainting at game time.

Pigsy spent the whole time cleaning, cooking, and making sure Tang woke up.

Wukong was in full-on panicking dad-mode, even though he himself had helped deliver monkey babies before back on FF Mountain - the situation is just that more stressful when it's your baby. Spends a lot of the time soothing/tending to Macaque.

Sandy was able to provide moral and medical support in the meantime, but was secretly really nervous cus' it was new territory for him.

Nezha walked in at one point mid-birth, got freaked out, and fled to join Pigsy in the kitchen.

Macaque was seconds away from straggling everyone in the room - especially Wukong. Why are they freaking out? He's the one having the baby!

Eventually the Egg/baby!MK is born to raucous joy.

It didn't help that the destructive magical force of MK being born + combined with Macaque's own haywire magic also literally whipped up an unseasonable storm that blocked off the noodle shop from the outside world.

After MK was born, Guanyin (often a goddes of childbirth) made a brief appearance to bless the baby and annouce it and Macaque as perfectly healthy. SWK's lawyer also called within seconds of MK being born so that they could sort out the birth certificate.

Princess Iron Fan calls Mac a while later to congratulate him + still swear her family's mission to destroy Sun Wukong. Macaque chuckles and wishes her well. Chang'e gets so overjoyed by the news that the moon briefly turns blue.

Meanwhile, the entire Celestial Realm feels a cold shiver go up their spine...

The twins births were similarly dramatic. Esp since SWK caused an earthquake with his labor in addition to Macaque's shadowy storm. The big kids get sent outside to tackle the storm and damage control, and to prevent them from burning holes into the floors (I liked your "to the USA joke" XD). Bai He had to be distracted with Pigsy or else she would have turned herself into a kitten and snuck in to comfort her parents.

[run-me-through-but-not-like-that]

okay, i know you already had a truth or dare game in a fic (and i loved it, i swear. the moment izzy referred to reader as the love of his life?? chef kisses), but i'd love to see a fic ABOUT it. like, maybe lucius dares izzy to kiss reader, or viceversa? or maybe he pulls the romcom move of saying "i dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room" asdfghjksxcdfghj. anyway, i'd just love to see reader and izzy kiss in a truth or dare game. bonus points if they're not even dating yet xD

Roach is hot and more people should say it!

The Hottest Person on the Ship:

When Bonnet announced that they were having a 'game night', Izzy thought he was going to have a stroke. This had to be what hell was like. Of course, he hadn't planned in taking part, but Edward wasn't about to grant him that mercy.

No, Edward had ordered that Izzy join them and play along. Buttons was the only crewmember that was excused to keep watch. Izzy planned on getting through the night with a couple of drinks to take the edge off and joining in only as much as he had too.

The crew had decided to move onto a game Lucius dubbed 'truth or date', saying something about it being the best time now that the crew was a couple of drinks in. The rules were simple. Izzy already hated it.

So far it hadn't been too bad, he supposed. It could have been worse, he had been certain the crew would take it as a chance to humiliate him. Due to a dare he had been forced to compliment Stede fucking Bonnet, and when he had chosen truth he had to assure the crew that had never slept with Edward. They had both been caught off guard by that but the crew had been mildly surprised by the answer.

"Alright, do your worst Lucius," you braced yourself as Lucius called on you for your turn.

"Truth or Dare?" Lucius asked with a smirk.

You squinted at him playfully, trying to figure out what was going on in his head. He was a good friend of yours but he could be an absolutely menace when he wanted to be.

"Dare," you chose with a shrug. He wouldn't do anything too cruel to you, you knew that.

"Okay..." Lucius grinned, "I dare you to kiss the hottest person on the ship. Excluding me, of course. That would just be unfair."

He seemed pretty pleased with himself. You just rolled your eyes.

"Seriously, Lucius?" you raised an eyebrow at him.

"You never talk about that kind of thing. I want to know," Lucius shrugged, not deterred in his choice of dare.

"What if they don't want me to kiss them?" you asked. You already knew who you were going to approach, and you had a feeling you might get stabbed for it.

"If they're playing the game, they have to play along," Lucius insisted.

"Fine," you rolled your eyes. You were still going to ask.

You stood, placing your drink down by your seat.

Izzy grimaced at Lucius' childish dare as he stared down at his drink. He chastised himself for his reaction but he didn't really want to see you kiss somebody, nor did he want to see who you thought was the most attractive member of the crew.

He would never admit it out loud but he had become fond of you. He didn't think he would ever warm up to Bonnet's crew, but you had won him over without even trying. Izzy knew how pathetic it all was but whatever, he wasn't going to watch.

He could hear your footsteps approaching, crossing the circle that the crew sat in. He was sitting beside Edward, mostly so that his captain could stop him from escaping. So, it made sense that you were approaching, you were probably choosing Edward. Which, in your defence, made sense.

Edward must have thought the same thing because he pushed his chest out a little and smirked, preening under the compliment. Of course he was happy with Stede, happier than he had ever been, never even looked at somebody else, but he still liked the flattery.

The footsteps stopped. The crew was quiet.

"Uh, Izzy?" you asked, bringing Izzy out of his thoughts, noticing the toes of your boots standing in front of him.

Izzy blinked and looked up at you with a confused expression.

"This okay?" you knew he hadn't really wanted to involve himself in the game but he was technically playing and he was your pick. Still, you thought it was best to ask as to avoid getting stabbed.

"Uh...yeah?" Izzy answered, blinking up at you again. It was kind of cute, catching him off guard like this, but you weren't sure why he seemed so surprised. Maybe he hadn't been paying attention?

You cupped his jaw in your hand, just to steady you both a little, as you lent down. You were cautious enough to not move too fast but your lips finally brushed against his.

You had intended for the kiss to be light and quick, not wanting to push his boundaries or make him anymore uncomfortable than he probably was. But then the first mate went at kissed you back. It was cautious and faint but it was enough that you couldn't bring yourself to pull away just yet.

Pressing your lips firmer against his, you were just about aware of the murmurs and playful whistles coming from the rest of the crew. Izzy was definitely aware of it, you felt him tense under the attention.

Feeling the way he tensed, you pulled away from the kiss and took a step back, giving him a smile.

You spun around, smirking at the scribe, "too easy Lucius. Better pick up your game."

Lucius just smirked from his seat, utterly pleased with himself even if he had been a little surprised by your choice. You just rolled your eyes at him before returning to your seat.

"See, you've still got it, Iz!" Edward laughed, clapping Izzy on the back in a friendly manner.

"Fuck off," Izzy muttered, taking a generous sip from his drink.

The game continued, nobody getting too caught up on your dare. Izzy received far less teasing/mocking comments or questions that he was expecting and anything the crew said as seemed genuinely light-hearted, you had just laughed it off.

Still, he found himself glancing at you now and again, trying to figure out your game. You hadn't laughed after kissing him, and neither did the crew really. So, if you were attempting a joke, it hadn't landed the way you wanted.

The again, you had seemed...sincere, Izzy supposed. You had asked if it was alright with him instead of just kissing him, even thought Lucius had pretty much told you to just go for it. Then you had smiled at him, the way you smile at him on any other day or the way you smile at the crew, no hint of mockery. You had even teased Lucius more than you had teased him.

Izzy didn't know what was more embarrassing. That he gave into the kiss without basically no hesitation or that he just couldn't fathom your answer being true. You thought he was the hottest person on the ship...what the fuck?

The game continued, various truths and dares being completed. A few more kisses were shared between different members of the crew, not being treated like it was a big deal.

Once the game had come to an end, Stede had clapped his hands and asked Roach if he had prepared some snacks. Of course, the cook had, and Stede declared a break in games for the crew to eat.

Using the way out, Izzy disappeared up onto the quarterdeck. He would probably excuse himself saying that he was just making sure Buttons was keeping watch properly.

You hesitated but ended up filling a plate and following after the first mate.

"Hey, Izzy," you greeted, noticing him tense a little as you came up by his side. "Brought some snacks up. You really should try them, they're really good," you held the plate out to him.

Izzy eyed you for a moment, watching you nibble on a mini pastry, before sighing. "Thanks," he gave in, taking one of the finger sandwiches from the plate.

"That was alright, right? Before, I mean?" you asked, deciding not to avoid the topic for too long. It had been playing on your mind since the dare.

"Yeah, I guess," he shrugged, cursing the little sandwich for how good it was. Roach shouldn't be such a good cook, this was a pirate ship.

"I just...I just wanted you to know that you could have said no, Lucius wouldn't have pushed it if you did. If anything he would just tell me to kiss the second hottest member of the crew," you assured him with a small laugh, still anxious about how he felt. If he had said no, you probably just would have ended up kissing Roach or something.

"What's done is done," he shrugged again. Giving you nothing. Not even looking at you.

"I know, just for future reference, I guess. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

"You didn't."

"Oh good," you let out a small sigh of relief, "you just looked a little...startled, I guess. Made me worry a little."

"Just didn't expect it," Izzy answered before he could think, swallowing the last of his sandwhich.

"Oh, come on, who else would I choose?" you teased but he only frowned to himself, realisation hitting you. "You're not serious?" you frowned as well before insisting, "oh come on, Iz! You're so hot!"

"Fuck off," Izzy scoffed, defences shooting up. He thought you were mocking him.

"You don't know..." you spoke out loud, surprised. You had just thought he knew how he looked, how other people looked at him. "You really don't know. Iz, I'm not joking, you're really hot. I didn't even need to think about my answer, it was obvious for me," you told him.

Izzy scoffed, looking away from you even more, but you caught the pink seeping up his neck and over the tops of his ears.

"You cannot tell me you wear those leather pants and don't know how hot you look in them," you were only half joking. He looked great in those pants.

"You're taking the piss now," Izzy huffed, shooting you a weak glare.

"I'm not!" you insisted. "Seriously, Iz. You're hot, you're just going to have to accept it," you shrugged, smile not leaving your face.

And Izzy did seem to accept that it was at least your opinion, at least he wasn't going to argue with you any further about it. "...you're not so bad, I guess."

"Oh wow, Iz, calm down, I'm going to blush," you rolled your eyes.

Izzy chuckled a little, making you smile more. If that was all you were going to get from him tonight, than that was enough.

"Come on, Frenchie wants to play charades next," you nodded back towards the deck, smirking when Izzy took one of the little cakes off of your plate.

"Charades?" he questioned before taking a bite.

"Yeah Frenchie came up with it, Stede named it. Frenchie will explain the rules, it's fun," you explained, knowing how chaotic the game could get with the crew.

"Fine," he sighed, popping the rest of the cake in his mouth.

"You can be on my team if you want, I'm pretty good at it," you offered with a wink.

Izzy chewed on the cake, trying not to blush again, before swallowing. "Alright," he nodded.

"C'mon, Hot Stuff," you tapped his arm.

"Alright, enough of that shit," Izzy grumbled, blush returning with a vengeance.

You could only laugh as you guided him back down the the crew, scavenging some of the left over food and placing it on your plate. You knew Izzy wouldn't go and get some himself but if you just put the plate between the two of you, you hoped he would mindlessly pick at it.

[samsalami66]

Hello, (and sorry if I'm being annoying)

I don't know if you are still writing the dreamling Sparta/Athens AU (no pressure, I love what you've already written!!), but I happen to have stumbled upon an history magazine and it immediately made me think of your fic so I just thought I'd share it 😊

Anyway, have a good day/night 🙂

Hey! :D

Don't you worry about annoying at all, I'm actually jumping happily up and down at this ask (and every ask in general). I'm overjoyed to hear you like our ancient Greece au and seeing the magazine made you think of it! Hopefully there was some useful information in it :D!

As to if we still write it... let me tell you that we are absolutely doing so! There's an outline for about 10 chapters so far (and plot for probably another 10 at least XD). We are also 6k into the fic and planning to really start writing it for an upcoming event!

And since we're 6k in already... how about a snippet? This part isn't written by me, but by my wonderful @im-not-corrupted and its just fucking perfect.

Hob Gadling first saw Morpheus from a distance. (Of course, he didn't know his name at first, and so called him the Stranger for the single day they remained strangers.) The Stranger was not the first person Hob saw who wasn’t from Sparta, but he was certainly the most memorable. With his eyes—a beautiful ocean blue, so deep he found himself sucked into their depths even as far away as he was—and his skin pale as moonlight, Hob found himself staring. He looked, for lack of better word, delicate. Not at all like the Spartan boys he knew for the grand ten years of his life, like the warriors he looked up to and wished to be one day. If anything, this boy looked so...so out of place, almost otherworldly.  Even at the grand age of ten—something that felt so very much even then, as everything did to children—the Stranger held himself apart from everything else, like he didn't belong there among them. Hob thought that was easy enough to believe—he looked as though he had been carved from marble, looked like he would bleed gold instead of red like the rest of them. It was not too difficult to imagine that this boy belonged on Olympus instead of the streets of Sparta, and Hob found himself enamoured then and there. The boys next to him, who Hob hardly remembered were even there with his head too full of the Stranger, scoffed at the new boy. Hob didn't quite understand why—though he only set his eyes upon the boy for a single moment, though the Stranger hadn't even glanced his way, he wished to know him. He wished to talk to him, something he didn't think he, with the dirt under his fingernails and scrapes on his knees, was entitled to. Even at such a small age as ten, Hob knew this Stranger belonged somewhere far greater than by his side. He wore clothes too fine to be anything but the son of some important ambassador from one of the other city-states. Surely, any attempt to talk to this Stranger would only taint him, stain him. Still, Hob's stubbornness was deep-rooted, even then. And he wanted. He wanted the full attention of those eyes upon him, wanted to see what made his Stranger hold himself so strangely. He certainly wasn't supposed to be the friend of somebody so otherworldly, so brilliant, but what did that matter? He wanted to be friends with him, and he squared his shoulders then and there and decided, simply, that he would.

Have a wonderful day, love! Thanks for taking the time to send this ask!

[marinerainbow]

Well, thanks to @wicked1will0sparkles, I must give the context for Poppy's misdemeanor arson charge XD

And no, Wheezy was miraculously not involved! This was when Poppy was still new to Downtown.

~

The rabbit clutched onto her jacket tightly, chasing the small comfort it provided her as she walked down the streets of... Her new home. Though it felt more like a wasteland, with all the intimidating looking toons, the trash and broken glass littering the streets, and the occasional yelling or gunshot that would ring out and force her to pin her ears down to try to muffle the noise for her sensitive ears.

Poppy felt tears prick in her eyes as everything started to become so overwhelming to her. Or rather, everything was about to reach a boiling point after the week. Ever since Henry...

Choking back a sob, she rubbed her eyes dry again, having to try so hard not to cry right now. Why did he do this? Why did he take everything and deserted her? Did she do something wrong? Did she not love him enough? Did he need more money? Just-

Her thoughts were interrupted when she bumped into somebody. She didn't knock them down fortunately, but how did she not see them? When the toon looked down at her, a rat looking toon with an awful smell about him, the already frightened rabbit felt her heart leap to her throat, "I-I'm s-s-sorry sir. I d-d-didn't s-see-"

"Why 'ya shakin', doll? I ain't done nothin' to you." The rat shrugged before pulling a cigarette from between his teeth. That must have been the source of the smell, "'Ya look like you've seen a ghost."

She didn't know what to say then. Or rather, her brain was racing trying to figure out which answer she should give him. Apologize again? Say she didn't see a ghost? Stay silent? It was painfully obvious that she was a fish out of water to... Well, anybody who saw her now.

While she was anxiously staring uo at him, the rat toon sighed. There was something behind his dark eyes that she couldn't quite place at the moment, "A newbie, huh? Don't worry. Y'll get the hang 'a things soon enough."

Finally, prompted by his statement, Poppy was able to speak, "N-Newbie?"

"'Yer a washed up toon, right? Can't be a bad guy. Rabbits are 'nevah the baddies. Or 'didja get lost on 'yer way home?"

Oh. He was asking if she lived here, "... Th-The first thing... I-I live here..."

"Ah." The taller toon nodded plainly before taking a drag from his cigarette, "So your cryin' is only because of the scary Downtown area, or did somethin' happen?"

The exaggerated tone wasn't lost on Poppy. But at that moment, her thoughts went back to her ex, and she looked away from the rat, trying to hide her sad eyes and quivering lip, even though he had already seen them. Somehow... She didn't know why, but she found herself nodding, "Yes... T-To both..."

She didn't expect any sympathy. If her own parents didn't offer comfort, why would a stranger on the street want to make her feel better? God, why was she wasting this man's time? He probably had better things to do. She should just go-

"Damn. Must've been pretty bad to get 'ya so worked up."

Blinking, Poppy tilted her head back up to look at the taller toon. His words weren't the most emotionally moving, but... She could see a look of pity in his eyes. Was this stranger... Or was that just her hopeful thinking? Before she could reply though, he shrugged and muttered, "What the hell..." Before reaching into his pocket. Digging around for something.

She was quiet and watched him curiously. Though she grew slightly confused when he pulled out a lighter and a partially crushed cigarette pack. She tilted her head ever so slightly as he pulled out a fag and offered it to her, "'Ere. This'll put 'ya at ease. Can't stand to see people cry."

The rabbit's eyes widened, and she was just about to reject the kind offer. But then, before the words could form on her tongue, she stopped herself and thought about it. At the studio, she lost count of how many humans she saw smoking. She had seen plenty of toons with a cigarette or two, sometimes even multiple like that blue weasel she saw the other day. She had even caught her own mother with a smoke on occasion...

Sure, they smelled awful, but that didn't necessarily mean anything, right? Like... Like soap tasted bad, but it was good to use?? It didn't really make sense, in all honesty. But with a frazzled mind and heart, she needed all the help she could get. If this nice stranger told her this would help, maybe it would.

"Th-Thank you." She replied quietly, hesitantly taking the fag and inspecting it for a brief moment, before sticking it into her mouth and holding it with her lips. It already felt strange to her, and a part of her wanted to give it back, but the rat leaned in to light it up for her before she could ponder it. So now, she had to go through with it. She sucked in as big of a breath as she could...

"HACK-" The fresh cigarette flew out of her mouth as she bowled over and started coughing and wheezing. She didn't even notice the other toon jumping to the side. Her lungs felt like they were on fire! Her nose felt clogged, the taste was overpowering, and somehow it got into her eyes!? Why the heck would anybody smoke if this was how it felt???

"Jesus christ, lady!" The rat toon exclaimed. His eyes were wide, and he placed a hand on her back as she hacked painfully, "'It's fine, c'mon now."

It felt like forever until Poppy was able to stop coughing. Her throat was dry, her chest and abdomen were aching, and tears ran down her cheeks for a very different reason now. But she managed to stand back up straight now, holding onto the rats' free arm to stabilize herself. She wiped her eyes as he patted her on the back, "There 'ya go. 'Yer ok, yeah?"

She let out a small wheeze as she opened her mouth to respond, until an even stronger stench permeated her senses. Once she looked up and saw what was happening, Poppy practically jumped out of her skin and shrieked, "FIRE!?"

Somehow, someway, by the ironic and cruel ways that toons were designed, the still lit cig had landed onto a trashcan that was behind the rat. And right now, there was a fire that was growing bigger at a ridiculous pace.

"What- SHIT!" The toons eyes popped out of his skull when he saw what was happening. With no hesitation, the rat just gathered his things, only briefly glancing at Poppy to yell, "Don't just stand there!" Before he booked it towards the other direction. Leaving Poppy shocked and horrorfied at what she had accidentally done.

"W-Wait! Somebody!?" She looked out to the street desperately, but no one even glanced towards her direction now. Other toons either kept on walking, or they ran off as soon as they saw the fire. Having no idea what else to do, Poppy just ripped her jacket off of her shoulders and started trying to put out the fire herself.

...

"Though the fire didn't go out." Poppy explained as she tugged on the cloth of her sleeve, looking embarrassed as if she was just retelling a cringy story from her high school years, "I guess it was one of those toon fires that can only be put out by water... And there was a police car passing by that saw everything... I only spent a few days in the jail cells though, before everything was sorted out. I got pretty lucky, haha... Ever since then, I've sworn off cigarettes."

Looking back at her friends, she saw all five weasels staring at her in various forms of disbelief. Even Smartass' grip on her law records loosened enough where it looked like they would fall from his hands and onto the coffee table. Her brows furrowed in confusion and slight concern as she glanced between them all, "What?"

~

I'm out of steam, so I'm just gonna end this here. One things for certain, Wheezy won't ever let Poppy touch his cigarettes XD

[dropthedemiurge]

Us: Oh, the final wedding should be of Kawi and Pisaeng! It would mark the final happy ending! Perfect improvement! Oh, what if they go back and actively push and vote for marriage equality so it actually becomes legal in the limited 7-10 years they've got! Max was already working on it! ooooh or maybe they could travel abroad because it's established Pisaeng can just take Kawi with him and marry him there, what if—

Kawi and Pisaeng: EHEM did u guys forget with all the sweetness that our main dynamic is actually being Unhinged Bickering Gremlins?!

Best proposal scene ever xD

*he says NO one hundred times then he proceeds to list down all the disadvantages of wedding concepts and is already planning which one would be the most comfortable and nice to have*

Meanwhile Max, probably: aw shit, now I gotta make that marriage equality happen in Thailand only so that those two idiots in love would stop bickering with this topic 24/7 around me somebody save my ears

I adored this little scene, it was the best and SO in character xD Which you don't really expect in BL genre that usually ditches personalities as soon as people get together :DD

[sugoi-and-spice]

Chapter Two - Awakening

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader, (3rd Person)

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad's boss's son. He was the creep that stole girls' underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it's not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn't sleep with him, right? ...right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love

A/N: Not me testing out different posting times because I need to catch up on posting the four chapters that are already up on AO3 to Tumblr. xD Enjoy!

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[EXCERPT]

“Ohhh yeah. That’s real fucking nice.”

She looked away, cheeks burning, unable to watch Shigaraki kneel down in front of her. Her hands trembled as she held her school skirt up for him, just as he’d ordered. 

“But white panties?” he snorted, “Just who are you trying to fool?”

This was getting really old, really fucking fast. He’d already spent a good twenty minutes pawing at her chest like a monkey with a soccer ball. Squeezing and twisting and burying his face in with reckless abandon, all the while making those disparaging stupid little comments.

She had to hold back a whimper as he suddenly ran his thumb along her panty line.

“Hey.” he spat, “Don’t fucking look away.”

She turned her head back down, staring blankly at his fingers swirling and prodding with abandon. If she just watched his hands, maybe she could pretend that they were attached to somebody else. It was a little easier to do now. He’d cut his nails since yesterday, albeit unevenly and right down to the nub.

Like he’d been expecting this to happen.

His middle finger stroked a particularly sweet spot, causing her to close her eyes with a sigh. She could work with this. If this was all she had to endure, maybe she could get through this experience without gagging.

“The fuck did I just say? Look me in the eye.”

Her brows furrowed. She regretfully batted her eyes open. As slow as possible. Anything to delay the sight of the awful, arrogant red of his eyes.

Shigaraki grinned, wide and horrible. A juvenile little giggle slipped through the corners of his lips as he saw the indignation in her eyes.

“Oh come on, those can’t be your bedroom eyes.” he said, “Let me see the real look you give when all those jocks fuck you.”

God, why did he keep saying shit like that? Calling her a slut, negging her about her “filthy little body” — about her sex life.

A sex life that if this incel bastard had any ability to understand body language or social dynamics, he’d realize was completely nonexistant. Of course, if the man had had any semblance of social intelligence, she probably wouldn’t even be in this situation right now. Regardless, the fact remained:

She was a virgin.

And yet he continued, “Fuck are you this wet for everyone, or am I just special?”

“Oh you’re special alright.” she spat, “You fucking freak.”

Shigaraki’s eyes narrowed, “You know, I think we should put that mouth of yours to better work.”

He flopped back into his floor rocker, man-spreading wide and expectant. Her nose crinkled as she looked at the stretch of floor in between his legs — that grimey, crusty looking carpet that she was positive would rival a Jackson Pollock under a black light. She could feel her stomach churning at the idea of touching it already, and that was without Shigaraki’s cock in her mouth.

“Hurry up!”

She glared at him, “I… I’m not touching that floor.”

Shigaraki snorted, “Don’t be cute. I’m positive you’ve sucked dick on worse.”

“I haven’t.” she deadpanned.

Shigaraki started to scratch at his neck, quickly growing annoyed, “You wanna be picky? Fine, pick where you want to bend over and I’ll fuck you in the ass and be done with it.”

Her chest tightened. There was really no getting out of this, she knew that already. But whatever hope she had of having even a semblance of control over this situation, of maintaining even a shred of dignity — it all evaporated into thin air.

And so she lowered to her knees miserably. The floor was just as caked and sticky as she feared it would be, and the smell was even worse. She crawled up between Shigaraki’s legs, the tacky fibers of the carpet clinging to her palms every time she lifted one over the other.

She stopped just before the outstretch of his knees, her stomach growing even heavier as she came mere inches away from the erection straining against his joggers — not to mention the feverish, expectant grin attached to it.

Steeling herself with a shaky inhale, she reached forward and clutched the waistband of his joggers. She dipped her fingers a bit deeper, searching for the underwear that she’d need to pull down as well.

She didn’t find them.

“What’re you worried about your sperm count or something?” she spat.

Shigaraki’s grin widened, “I guess you’ll find out, won’t you?”

She bit back her next insult, predicting that he only had the patience for a quip or two more before he turned aggressive again. And pushing him to that point wouldn’t do her any favors. She just needed to suck his dick and get this over with. She might’ve been a virgin too, but this man was a fucking virgin amongst virgins — there was no way he’d last more than a couple seconds. She just had to get in and get out, like ripping off a band-aid. 

A horribly pale, crusty, and demeaning band-aid.

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[dgiacomo]

#munday ask So, I've just seen the last question and... what do you think about the cards?

In the fullarts, Momo seems pretty skinny. I thought his chubby sprite was caused by the Autumn Set.

He wears the winter set, but the yellow jacket could give some animation problems, couldn't it?

I don't know... your thoughts?

[The cards are drawn by different artists (and they didn't even get his shirt's sleeves right in 2 of them so I'm not sure how canon they can be considered XD)... I mean... Arven looks stocky in his concept sheet... stocky buff or something in his model... and then weedy on some of those cards so... I'm not entirely sure if the artists commissioned for the cards are really given all the deets/specifics... besides, when I designed Giacomo for this blog, I literally only had his in game model, the official concept sheet hadn't even been released yet. XD Mine's based on the game

This is an interesting question though and it actually ties in to other decisions I made on the blog - his outfit. He's actually wearing a very large version of the academy uniform... when you look at other thin characters in their uniform, the puffer vest is quite form fitting... I mean, just look at the player character in it for example!

Giacomo is just wearing the academy uniform shirt and puffer vest with some skinny joggers/sweats (literally, of all things (it's on the concept art sheet)) and a really large coat... The shirt hangs down quite far on him and, unlike Eri and the grunts, I don't think his uniform is modified besides changing the emblem out for Team Star's emblem...

I've hinted at it a couple times on the blog already, but this is what made me decide to have him heavier in the past. His uniform is huge on him. And it's said a few times in the game that you get assigned your uniform when you enrol... it's just sent to you in your size and that's what you get. So unless Giacomo has been around trading uniforms for some reason, that uniform fit him when he was assigned it...

Basically everything on this blog is based on a concept of "expanding canon" based on things I literally see, details I pick up on, things that are hinted upon... because it's fun to try and make all these things work, haha! XD If there are any details that exist, there's probably a game related reason why.

That aside, the examples I gave aren't ALL the cases, it's just a handful I had to hand from last time... the way he is animated in the game seems explicitly intentional, as in it's tweaked to make sure things don't clip where they can be seen and that things lay on each other right... they have put bones in his coat so that it shapes around his torso... It looks like he stands with his shoulder blades pointing inwards and his chest puffed, maybe to equalise how his torso looks? I dunno, but his arms are back, haha

It's not based on a physics engine seemingly (because the MMD model has his coat past the second bones hang with physics and sometimes it clips through him), the animations are made so that the coat doesn't clip through him.... most of the time. I feel like... if they wanted him to explicitly look really thin, they would have fixed the model/animation on hold shots like when you see him sitting on the Starmobile for the first time and when he's holding out the ball XD Maybe they don't care? Considering just how much detail they put into stuff like Larry's suit alone (which is crazy, I saw somebody's cool analysis and just, wow)... I don't think they would have overlooked stuff like that if they did care? But I dunno, personally, it's all speculation. Why did they make his clothes so large in the first place?

Besides, Giacomo seems to be Mela's opposite like Ortega and Eri seems to be opposites and Atticus and Penny seem to be opposites... but that's another rabbit hole entirely. XD

You're free to interpret him however you wish at the end of the day, though! It's not like my blog is law XD I'm just having fun exploring deeper... and those are my reasonings for him being how he is, canon or otherwise, hahaha!]

[insertsomthinawesome]

*pokes head out of the great expanse of information that is the internet* DID I HEAR YOU SAY KAEYA ZHONGLI BESTIES AGENDA do elaborate because I am. I am. in need.

AHAHAAHAHAHAHAH YES YOU DID HEAR CORRECTLY. Look They have so much inherent angst based on Kaeya's origins and Zhongli's orgins. And I'm definitely going to get into some fanon/headcanon territory here. But like- I headcanon that whatever part Zhongli played in destroying Khaenri'ah he feels horrible about it. Meeting Kaeya would be a grenade of emotions for him. Like on one hand: Hey! This guy is a living Khaenri'ahn, maybe i can do small things to pay him for what I've done Not that I could ever total repay it ON the other: OH SHOOT I MESSED UP SO BAD BY HIM I SHOULD JUST NEVER SPEAK TO HIM EVER AND IF HE WANTS ME TO PAY FOR MY CRIMES I WILL. Initially Zhongli would probably just be a good ole formal acquaintance. Being pretty normal about everything (he's good at compartmentalizing and burying pain) except in weird instances where he'd get really intensely invested in Helping Kaeya. Kaeya is like "Okay this dude is strange. Nice! But strange." Eventually the truth would come to light and that would be a mess, not exactly sure how it would go down? I usually play with the idea of Kaeya being pretty angry with Zhongli and softening when he realizes how much Zhongli regrets and how human he is. The start of their actual friendship would be climbing over the hurdle of Zhongli.... well being overly gracious essentially?

Kaeya would have to slap him being like "Dude you need to not bend to my every request for star's sake." Like, kaeya can understand given how much he feels like he messed up, but at this point he genuinely wants to be friends with Zhongli, not have Zhongli be his dutiful archon butler. It'd take a bit for Zhongli to shake the behavior because the guilt complex runs DEEP. Also Kaeya would have to open a lot. Zhongli is old as dirt (ha) So he can probably see through Kaeya waaaay more than he's comfortable with. Zhongli is thankfully not horribly heavy handed? But I can see him being somewhat petty or poking at Kaeya before he's ready.

Kaeya would have the bonus of Zhongli already knowing his Origins! But he would still have to contest with worrying about him flipping out over the spy thing (not to mention Zhongli was the Contracts lord.) Zhongli would also not be super cool with kaeya's more reckless and under-explained stunts. Its probably already somewhat nervewracking for him that most of his friends are mortal. Them making ill-advised decisions would not sit well with him. but with time I think they'd have a beautiful friendship! They're both protectors and have Older Family member vibes (grandpa and older brother) Zhongli would be invested in seeing Kaeya grow past his trauma and the horrible things that happened to him and his people. And Kaeya would be invested in seeing Zhongli live a happy unburdened life (he understands too well holding what feels like the weight of the world.)

And just in general I think the way they can play off of each other is really fun? Just personality wise. They're both really smart but also feel like they'd have a great time discussing stuff over tea, Really random or inane stuff. I imagine they're both kinda fed up with the Anime Plot they're born into xD

I feel like they're both little things people. LIke zhongli going on and on about the flowers being beautiful this morning and Kaeya would just be sitting there like "yeah :]" They realize how much that stuff matters.

Somebody save Zhongli if Hu Tao and Kaeya are in the same room tho. SFDLSDIHGDFIGLDHFGLASIDGHDFG Also they'd both be doing "Woe, therapy be upon ye" at each other SADLFIHSDGLIDFHGDFGHFG

Also both of them adore kids. ;;v;; The capacity they have for understanding each other's pain. Just being the "stop being strong, I know, you can't hide it from me." and "i'm sorry you have this burden, you should've never had it." and "i'm so afraid of what I am harming the people I love." THere could be so much solidarity and comfort and understanding. And conflict and frustration too! I can see them easily being very hypocritical with each other without intending too xD

So yeah! Just their whole deal can be so fascinating and fun, both of them would have so much baggage to work through with each other. And I can see every step of that journey being delightfully fun to dig into and play out in different ways!

[starrbar]

"Personal Red Flags": A weird conflict that arises when I as an anti-anti still judge people when they engage with fiction in specific ways.

(I have to name my essays okay? xD)

I had recently started thinking about this topic again, and I was curious about what other people in my "neighborhood" thought. So I wrote this as a discussion for other anti-antis basically, and posted it in a majority anti-anti/proship space.

CONTENT WARNINGS: Brief descriptions of noncon/rape rps and irl creepy/predatory behavior, discussion of kinks

We're all some flavor of "pro-fiction" or such here, as in we don't think liking something in fiction means you support/condone it irl, which extends to wanting a space like ours that is built around allowing us to host the kind of artwork that gets us weird looks (or worse) in more general places like Twitter.

With that said, I've never been of the opinion that red flags just don't exist? because that's just silly. Of course there are things that kind of tip my eyebrow up in suspicion sometimes, but when I've asked people in proship spaces what their general idea of those red flags are, they almost seemed afraid to provide anything. As if having some level of personal standards would make them as bad as antis or something.

I feel like a lot of anti-anti/proship people cling to the idea that there's NEVER a reason to be concerned about the way someone engages with fiction, because we've gotten so used to feeling attacked when people question our moral character over fiction. And I understand that! But I think the more measured stance, rather than "no, never" is the simple fact that it's important to look at ALL relevant factors when trying to judge whether somebody has malicious intent or is a danger to others... unless the factor in question is "they've literally already hurt someone", ofc.

That's such a basic thing that probably applies to almost everything, and I don't imagine that even the average person would disagree with the idea that you can't know everything about a situation from just one detail on its own.

I guess the issue here is that antis treat taboo kinks the way they treat homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc. The kinks themselves are seen as inherently evil, just like bigotry certainly is, and thus they see no use in looking any deeper into it. When you find out someone is a TERF, for example, you don't go "yeah, but they're nice to their dog and they gave to charity!" You... condemn them for being a TERF, which is an inherently harmful thing, period. Doesn't matter at that point.

But it's wrong to treat kinks the same way. I've never seen solid evidence that any kink does INHERENT harm the way bigotry does. Another factor has to combine with the kink to make it harmful or malicious.

Like, for example... having a foot fetish is fine, yeah? Giving a foot rub to a friend is also fine. Hell, giving a foot rub to a friend who consented, knowing that you have a foot fetish, is fine too! You were both honest and communicated your boundaries. Now, offering a "foot rub" while you're secretly getting off to what your friend thinks is an innocent gesture is... creepy... at best. The kink provides context that changes things, but only because the behavior mixes with the kink in an unsavory way. If the person instead had a spanking fetish or something, that wouldn't really be relevant to a foot rub, so both the spanking kink and the foot rub would be neutral things in that scenario.

With that said, my go-to thing that I find to be kinda suspicious has to do with the way some of my past roleplay partners have reacted to me commenting on their character's behavior. And ofc I don't mean that I scolded them for writing the character that way. It's not like I didn't ASK for the character to be like that haha.

But okay, so I once did a roleplay where my OC was kidnapped and raped by the other person's OC, and whenever I would go into the ooc chat and say, "Damn, that sure is fucked up!" or "Ahahaa it felt good to have my OC punch him after what he did!", the other writer would... get defensive?? Like, they would start arguing stuff like, "Well, he's really lonely, and your OC was just so beautiful and nice to him, and he didn't think she would say yes if he asked her out!" or they would be extremely averse to the rapist OC not getting a happy ending?? Not that you can't have the villain win in a story ofc, but this person talked about it as if her rapist OC deserved to get away with what he did, not just that it's what would happen in the story realistically. And... idk! Just... the way they talked about our roleplays was really uncomfortable and came off like they were mixing up reality and fiction.

In another roleplay I did with someone else, we wrote a scenario in which my OC was "punished" with gang rape for fighting back against their coworker. Which, yeah, I like "noncon as punishment" roleplays! But then the other writer would be in ooc chat trying to say that my character was being unruly or "well, she shouldn't have broken the rules", and like, never at any point was this presented as a "haha ikr she got what she asked for -wink wink nudge nudge" like kinky egging me on or anything. It was like he actually got offended when I said his OC was being harsh and twisted.

I come to these dark-as-fuck roleplays to revel in how twisted they are! So when my writing partner starts acting as if they don't realize that's what we're writing about, it's so fucky to me. The CHARACTER is supposed to make all these excuses and twist the narrative and gaslight my character, but the writer should have their damn head on straight!

And I probably wouldn't even go so far as to say that's a red flag that the person is literally dangerous, but at the very least, they sure are failing to read the room and it JUST FREAKING BOTHERS ME. It freaks me out when someone is unwilling or unable to step back out of the fantasy and talk to me in plain terms about what we're writing about.

When you can't even admit that you're writing abuse even when you blatantly are, I hate that. And come to think of it, I also hate seeing that attitude in media that I still love, because it makes the stories so much worse. (Heavily side-eyeing two of my favorite anime rn)

Anyway—

That's my personal "oh god, what the hell is wrong with you?" factor that I certainly don't consider worthy of like, a witch-hunt or anything of the sort, but it simply... drives me away from people who exhibit those traits.

It is NOT an "oh yeah, for SURE, this person is dangerous and needs to be silenced/deplatformed/jailed", it's literally just "bro, I'm kind of proshippy over here and even I think you sound nuts. Bye I guess". That's all! And it's okay to have those.

But I think we've gotten stuck in an environment where we feel like we have to morally justify why we dislike literally anything, which leads to people constantly doing that, which leads to me getting anxious just because someone said they don't like noncon—but they never said that they think people with that kink are horrible. I always ask for that clarification these days, before I go any further with someone. And it really, REALLY sucks that everyone feels so pressured to be in an all-or-nothing position on this whole proship vs. antiship thing.

Nuance is so important, but it's also scary because a lot of people will ignore it so that they can demonize you. And I hope I worded this post in a way that doesn't make anybody feel demonized if they truly are just enjoying a story or something. Honestly, if you and whoever you indulge in your kinks with are consenting adults and you're vibing about it and you're not hurting anyone, who am I to judge? Ya know?

BTW, with my above example, I'm not talking about people who just "stan" villain characters and say they did nothing wrong as a meme and say stuff like "I would protect them, idc!" I also don't see a problem with someone feeling bad for an awful character; feeling a pang of sorrow for them because they're suffering; feeling happy for them when they reach a goal that, in itself, isn't heinous; understanding them; getting into their head; etc. etc. there are so many ways to deeply connect with a nasty character that doesn't come off as genuinely DEFENDING them for real and making the same excuses their ilk would make for themselves irl.

I do all those other things I mentioned. Haha I think my recent post about Ellen would show as much. My friends do that stuff too, it's all good. Because it's very clearly just people enjoying fiction AS fiction and just, ya know, being overjoyed about their special little meow meows, or being fascinated with what makes them tick, or just enjoying a funny crack AU. I feel like the icky encounters I tried to describe above were just... a step past that, but they happened a long time ago, so I wouldn't be able to get like, screenshots or anything.

I just hope this made sense! I thought it was interesting, but I know it could have easily come off like I was being an asshole towards things I don't vibe with if I didn't make some clarifications.

I'm really interested in what other people may think of this or if other profic/antihara people also have these experiences.

[roccinan]

2022 Fic Review

(Tagged by @natures-marvel thanks for tagging!)

End of the Year Fic Review 2022

1. What is your AO3 account?

Rocinan

2. How many words did you write total in 2022?

131,168

3. How many fics did you publish in 2022? How many multichapters vs oneshots?

6 fics total (1 of which was an art piece)

1 oneshot and 3 multichaptered (2 still unfinished)

4. What was your longest fic? Your shortest fic?

Longest : Birdcage at 45,596 words

Shortest : Café for Your Trouble with 0 words LOL, or  Over the Hills and Far Away at 1279 words

5. What was your most popular fic? Your least popular fic?

Most popular:  Grand Hotel, A Tale of Love and Intrigue

Least popular:  Over the Hills and Far Away

6. What fic didn’t perform as well as you thought it would?

Hmm. They all sort of performed how I expected, as in I was pleasantly surprised to get more than 10 kudos for anything XD Maybe chapter 2 of The Contract? Not sure if people like it less than ch. 1. But in terms of the fics themselves, Over the Hills and Far Away already received more hits than I ever imagined lol but I guess I thought it’d earn at least 10 kudos. 

7. What fic performed way better than you thought it would?

Grand Hotel, hands down. 

8. What was your favorite fic you wrote from 2022?

This is a hard one, but probably Birdcage! Because I actually managed to finish it in 2022 asdfasdf Also it gave me the chance to write some extreme Andres whump, so there’s that!

9. What was your favourite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022?

I can’t settle for any one fic, so here’s some that I personally enjoyed the most and had the time to read in 2022! Most of them lean dark, so with the exception of “Upon paper wings” and “The way to a man’s heart,” do mind the warnings and tags!

Did I ever leave the lights on (could you ever find your way back home?) by @nharidy A crack concept (berlermo switch souls out of the blue) on the surface, but a story that’s so much more than that. Legit one of the most selfless, genuine depictions of Martin’s love (and that shred of nobility under all the asshole in his blood) I’ve ever read, and I still get emotional thinking about this story.

something borrowed, something -- by anonymous; I swear I’m not biased but I must say, I was insanely lucky to have such a talented writer take a post of a scenario I made and publish a full story based on it. Like WHEN will that ever happen again?? It’s like I threw a coin down a wishing well and it happened! This is a fantastically written (but Very dark!) character study, and even though there’s no upfront gore or violence, the story pulls no punches with the premise: injured, amnesiac Andres thinks Gandia is Martin and suffers all sorts of sexual, domestic, and psychological abuse as a result. 

Those Violent Delights by @aceraphaelsantiagos Ongoing but well worth the wait! It’s an ongoing berlermo thriller told out of chronological order and watching the puzzle unfold is like climbing deeper into the spider web. AU but amazing characterization, and with my favorite dynamic: Dom/Dom!

{ Upon paper wings. } by @moneyheist-fam Their first berlermo fic! And a truly wonderful one at that. One of the rare completed AUgust fics LOL. There’s a warm fairy tale like quality to this, and it’s just a very sweet and beautifully written tale about soulmates.

A Lamb for Our Love  by @the--sound--of--rain Ongoing, but definitely a story that stuck with me since the first time I read it! Another “Gandia abducts Andres and-” story, but the fic is about what happens after Andres comes back to Martin. A rocky, angsty piece with heartbreaking characterization and a look at what would happen if these two made the worst possible choices thinking that’s what’s best. The first chapter is definitely worth the read, and I’m sure the second will be equally good, if not better!

The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach by @alfredo-kesmann Why yes, this is my gift haha, but alfredo-kesmann went above and beyond a very simple prompt and gave us a story that’s insanely funny and endearing all at the same time. Truly one of my favorite fics of 2022 and I rec it to everyone, especially everyone whoever thought “hmm what if Andres being a good cook is just headcanon and he really sucks at it?? would Martin lie and pretend he’s good?” Answer: yes Martin would

Vinum Stygis by @signorin-anarchia Another ongoing fic! But very underrated and promising. A period gothic romance with all the creepy and dark elements you’d want from the genre. It’s a creative spin on Crimson Peak that somehow manages to make the premise work for berlermo, and definitely deserves more attention. Wonderful atmosphere and toxic assholes all around~

Last but not least, The Fatal Drive by NaturesMarvel! Kal’s longest fic yet, and my favorite 2022 hit from her. It’s filled with lots of twists and turns (and a plot that’s blockbuster material for sure!), including a few that actually fooled me haha Also features badass Martin, a satisfying amount of hurt!Andres (thank you for your service Kal), and cameos from just about everyone. This is an AU where everything starts with Andres receiving a pen drive (saying anything else would be a spoiler!)