#thank u all for ur consideration and patience......

[bakughosts]

wow it's been forever!! i had to take some time for life stuff but if anyone is here and reading this and you've sent me an ask or tagged me in a post (@willowser specifically you :') you have always been kind to keep me in mind), i am catching up and reading everything and i appreciate everyone!! i won't lie online interaction makes me like pretty anxious lmao but i am working on it... to hopefully be more active and engaged...

i am also going to post a chapter of something that I've been working on.... (like today i just have to format it) i usually dont like to post things unless i have them fully finished but i really need some kind of motivation i think. it's not a serious fic (though i am working on something serious) but i needed like a fun thing to write to keep my spirits up. i'm gonna post it on ao3 only until it's completely done i think and i have... no schedule for updates but it shouldn't take me like forever to update chapters. i hope anyone reading will like it it's literally a bachelor au lsdkjfdslfj and it starts off SO ridiculous but i promise there r real strong emotions later on... and drama. this week on the bachelorette...

[folklauerate]

hiiiiiiiii I wanna know what wins would u update next? I'm obsessed with all ur fics but I can't wait for u to update the royals au or miles to go, anyways I'm being greedy after the latest update of sweet like honey 🫠

I’m not convinced this isn’t one of my friends who said they were going to send me an ask about miles to go, which I feel like has become a bit of a running joke since they’re like the only folks who like it lol!

I’m hoping to update royals au next. I actually really want to finish it this spring, and it’s going to take concentrated effort, and I’ve got a lot on my plate right now but even more later in the year, so I am going to try to finish it soon. It’s hard because I don’t like sacrificing on the quality of the writing and then it gets consecutively harder and harder to top myself as it were. I also am a tiny bit stuck on some plotting issues I worked myself into but I might rework some things I originally planned into spin-off one shots so it all works out. We’ll see!

Thanks for asking and for reading!

Edit: I love the eagerness but I shall ask for a little patience :) real life is considerably busy and writing takes a lot of time and effort and writing fic sometimes feels like yelling into a vacuum lol. All that to say—it’s a lot! But I hope to update soon.

[chasingpj]

🍄 hiiiiii congrats on 1k!!! i started reading ur child of hecate fic since the 1st chapter& i loveeeee what ur doing for the rewrite!!! any ways i want to ask what ur wips r rn ??? cause u havent updated in a while & i wanted to know if u have smthng planned

hi hi! first, i want to say thank you so much for sticking by my fic for so long like?? I'm the worst post-er in the world and i truly applaud you for your patience and am so so thankful for your support!!!

now to answer your question... i indeed have plenty for you guys and i'm really hoping i get to execute this! I'll give you some sneak peaks of the writing too :)))

Here With Me: it's a nico one-shot with a platonic older sister reader and the relationship is kind of inspired by Wednesday and Pugsley's dynamic.

“Okay, listen here…” You move a little closer, eyeing the name tag on the frightened guard. “Atrius. Have you seen a girl named Bianca? She looks like this kid.” Pointing at Nico, the ghost peers over your shoulder. 

“No, I haven’t seen her.” As definitive as that statement was, he didn’t sound so definitive. His bones clinked together as he shivered in your presence. 

“I don’t like when people lie to me.” You stare into his empty eye sockets. One moment passes and then two and then three and still he hasn’t budged. Irritation buzzed at the back of your skull. You had the time but none of the patience to play hide and seek. 

Nico stands a short way behind you, partially concerned for your victim. He wasn’t sure what you were going to do if you didn’t get what you wanted. The skeleton flashed him a look and even with no skin on his face, he could tell it was pleading. 

“Help me!” He was saying without a word.  The boy doesn’t move from his spot though, instead looking away sheepishly. Pleading or not, he looked scary. That and Nico really wants to find his sister.

“I’m not lying!” He insists and it annoys you even more. Quickly, in one movement, you grab his leg and tug so hard it comes straight out the socket. Tossing it to the side, your eyes don’t leave him as he yelps, falling straight to the ground.

“Tell me where she is, or I’m tossing both of your legs into Tartarus. Last chance.”

2. Discovered: it's a percy one shot where you're jason's little sister and you've trying to keep your relationship a secret

“Perce, we should get out there.” Your eyes focus on the door as he slowly lowers your hand off his face. “I came here to wake you up, not to cuddle.” The suggestion flew into one ear and out the other, Percy only nuzzling his face further into your neck. “Hmm.” The vibration of his hum tickles your skin, distracting the rational thoughts that urge you to take your own advice. “Let’s just stay here and sleep a little longer.” 

When did you become so weak? You’re not sure how it came about with Percy. His husky, fatigue-laced voice was enough for you to persuade you. It wasn’t even the warmth of his body splayed over yours or the inviting bed sheets graced with his sweet scent that could sway your persistence. As much as you wished to stay here, playing with Percy’s dark locks until the two of you drift to sleep, you know you couldn’t. 

Your brother, Jason, was big on routines and he didn’t waste any time to work out a schedule for himself and the whole Argo II crew. Curfew was set to wake up at the crack of dawn and the times varied person to person under the consideration of who was scheduled for the night watch. 7 am was pretty early, considering you’re all stuck on a boat all day. The hours would just drag and you’ve tried to compromise with him about it but the former praetor was set on his plans. 

3. Holidate: it's short series that i'm working on inspired by the netflix movie Holidate! It takes place after college, percy and y/n are adults and just got out of long term relationships! it's a fake dating au. I want to get this fic out for the holidays at the end of the year!

“What?” Silena doesn’t falter her stare and you shift on your feet, suddenly, aware of Ellie tugging on your arm, eager to show you all the Christmas presents she got this year. “You're acting like I showed up in sweats!” Silena purses her lips. “I did my hair, and my makeup! First time in 3 months.” You hoped she'd give you some credit but her expression doesn’t change. “You know what? I don’t need to explain myself to you. I’m going to attend your daughter's Christmas Haul now.” 

Silena scoffs and turns on her heels, the red bottoms of her heels clashing perfectly with the green of her dress. Content with that being the end of your conversation, you make your way to the grand stairs with your 4-year-old tour guide. 

“You look like shit.” Your vision follows the direction of the voice. Drew smirks, glamorous in her choice of outfit today. To any other dinner party, you wouldn’t be underdressed but Cabin 10 took any event like the met gala. 

“Thank you.”  you smile as if you just got a compliment. Ignoring her look of obvious disgust, you run up the stairs behind the crowd of children.

__________

“Percy?” Estelle pats her older brother’s shoulder. She waits for a moment, the older boy staring at his cup of eggnog with nothing particular in mind. “PERCY?” 

As if snapping out of a trance, Percy blinks, meeting the six-year-olds gaze. “Yes, Guppy?”

The sweet tone in his voice was hard to manage but the last thing he wanted was to ruin his little sister's Christmas with his crabby attitude. He wishes he stayed home at his apartment, waiting out this holiday by pretending it was just a regular Friday. Sally didn’t allow it though, waking him up by calling his landline and demanding he showed up to Christmas dinner. He only came for Estelle. He knew his little sister would miss him.

“Where’s Annie?” She asks, teddy in her arms. Percy shifts, about to answer before his mother chimes in.

“Estelle, can you help dad set the table?” The task was somehow exciting to her child mind, the girl ditching the teddy bear on Percy’s lap. Saved by mom, Percy releases the breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “Sorry,” Sally sheepishly sits beside her son. “I told her what happened and to not bring it up. I guess she wants to hear the news straight from you.”

“It’s fine,” Percy says, green orbs returning to the eggnog in his hand.

[shytastemakerthing]

Hello can i have a romantic twisted wonderland matchup plz

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Zodiac: Capricorn

Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body type black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks (i also wear glasses now but only 50% of the time cause im still getting used to it)

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence sassy sarcastic soft spoken

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime cartoons music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people who harm others people who dont take others into consideration people i care about not caring for themselves not being listened to math and math tests weird holes and patterns

Love language:

Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection if they’re comfortable with it

Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection

Extra: i pace a lot i talk to myself i sing when im alone and im a picky eater

Thank u

Hello! Thank you so much for your ask and for your patience! While looking this over, I has to really think about who to match you up with because I had so many ideas and who to match you up with but I finally managed to find who I think would be best!!

I match you with.......

Idia Shroud

🎮 Okay, it took me a while to finally decide and each idea took me right back to our believed firey haired, introverted housewarden, and for good reason.

🎮 90% of your personality corresponds with his own and from that alone has both of you corresponding rather well with one another.

🎮 Now, it took a good amount of time before the relationship even started between the two of you, also because of your personalities. It took a lot of movie nights, anime marathons, all night game nights, and even a little bit of talking here and there between all of that, and with a good help and push from Ortho, he managed to confess and yes, his hair was a furious shade of pink both during and after the confession.

🎮 Afterwards? Once in this relationship with you, knowing you for as long as he had, and growing more and more comfortable around you, you certainly begint k see his more confident side, how his ego soars when he defeats a rather hard boss or how you greatly compliment his skills. He will soak all that up like a freaking sponge.

🎮 He has his own bouts of low self esteem (who are we kidding, he has them basically 24/7), but he will not stand seeing you with such low self esteem. How do you not see just how wonderfully amazing you are?! You are basically the limited edition, once in a lifetime UR pull and he managed to be the one to call you his! He didn't even think he was one of the options! This is where he likes to help you out......

🎮 Physical affection isn't his strong suit, it really isn't, but when time self esteem gets bad enough, he will push right on through thay, trying to be exactly what you need in moments like this. It starts off simple, his fingers gently latching onto yours, and if you don't show signs of pulling away, that's when he pulls you close to him, so your basically enveloped in his tall frame. Both of your personal favorite is now when you're drawing in his usual hoodie, laying in his bed, and snuggled under the warm covers while watching an anime or watching him play a game.

🎮 As for him? Anything you give him is treated as if it were the most precious thing in the world (it is) and he has grown all but addicted to your touch and when not anyone anyone else and in the comfort of his room or yours, he will actively seek it out (it's honestly like watching a cat leaning into you for affection and it's beyonf adorable).

🎮 It literally says in his bio that this man loves sweets. That they are his favorite food (not exactly food, but okay), so expect him to have a stash located literally anywhere and everywhere. Even in your dorm room, he now keeps a stash.

🎮 Overall, it took a lot of time to actually get into a relationship with him but it really was all worth it in the end. He loves you, and he wouldn't change that for anything in the world.

[cedobols]

hola mi amigos!! i jus wanted to say im really sorry for falling off the face of the earth & being the worst texter-backerer. i hope no one feels ive been intentionally ignoring them/messages!!! the past few months have been real tough for me but doing considerably better now (thank god). im still working on owed art so nothing new but im steadily chipping away at the pileup;; kisses for sticking around despite my radio silence & massive thanks to those waiting on me who’ve gone above & beyond with their patience & understanding. means a lot❤️❗️

hope ure all good & that life is treating u well (´_｀)!

[apthotiosis]

pssssssst

will we see more fics from you soon? i miss your bangers

; 3 ; oh hello ! youre so sweet , thank you gshfjgjk Bangers aww ;3;

i have been overwhelmed by a bunch of irl things (how the fuck is it february already......) , but im doing my best to go hammbonecrazy to bring u more fic . just may be considerably slower w it for this year/for the foreseeable future ! i appreciate ur patience ;3;

plus , my job is very busy in summer ;3; starts at 0430 wooo (good bc avoids heat of the day , pain bc i am Not a morning person !) so that is defo slowing me down energy-wise

((i did put something on ao3 recently but its not attached to skulk , and is a bit uhh niche ? so i am out here being me ! dw dw ill be back in my skulk spot soon as i can with all the angst and the filth ~))

[cellophaine]

hi hi !! congrats on 1k ! ur an amazing writer and i’m so happy 4 u !! i was wondering if you could write something about smut and matt murdock comforting an insecure fem!reader ?? maybe reader hasn’t really had good experiences with sex before and matt wants to reassure reader that he thinks she’s beautiful and sexy. def add some praise kink in there too ❤️‍🩹

No Judgement

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Smut. Smut. Do I need to say more?

Author's Note: The last request for my 1k event! I'm so so sorry for taking so long! I don't know why but I struggled quite a bit with this one. I hope you'll enjoy this mess anyway! :)

Thank you for your kind words! 🖤

GIF is not mine

You were nervous. So very nervous. But you did your best not to show it, not now when Matt's face buried between your thighs; his tongue delivered broad stripes along your slit. His hands held your flesh; his fingers carved a faint pattern onto your skin. He lapped at your clit with just enough pressure that made your skin prickle. But, truth be told, you would feel that a lot more if you weren't so tense.

You stared at the ceiling, counting the wood planks, paying extra attention to their colours while your mind strayed. You felt like you should be doing something instead of just lying there, letting Matt do all the work. Should you arch your back more? Should you moan louder? Higher? Would that be too much? Should you grab his hair? Would he like that?

You were so lost in your head, focusing on how to sound good, trying to convince Matt. You didn't notice how he had pulled away; the sensation you felt was only a vanishing trace on your skin.

"Should I stop?"

You propped yourself on your elbows to see Matt hovered between your thighs with a worried look embedded on his face.

"No … no! I love it! Keep going."

Heat rose to your cheeks as the embarrassment settled in your flimsy act. Your halfhearted moans and apathetic enthusiasm failed to persuade Matt. You'd never had that problem before.

"I feel like you're not into it."

"No, no I–"

"You know we don't have to do this if you don't want to, do you? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable with me."

His words struck a chord in you. This was something … new. Your experience with sex hadn't been the greatest as your partners always focused on themselves rather than you. As a result, you left those fleeting endeavours feeling unsatisfied more often than not. Eventually, you gave up. Until now.

"It's just … I …. "

Sitting up, you hugged your legs to your naked body, suddenly feeling shy. Matt sat opposite of you; his body language was open and welcoming. You could feel his imploring attention on you, patiently waiting for you to continue. You took a deep breath, feeling the need to hide from Matt slowly vanish in the secured embrace of his patience and thoughtfulness.

"I haven't been intimate with anyone in a long time. My experience with sex involving another person hasn't been ... the best. I've had more luck on my own, to be honest. So, I'm just nervous …."

You trailed off as his brows arched in surprise and curiosity. You couldn't help but let the rest of the sentence fall through the gap between your lips.

"… because I like you a lot."

That part pulled an adoring smile on his face, making the crinkles around his eyes deepen.

"I like you a lot, too."

He searched for your hand, pulling it to his lips, adorning a tender kiss on your knuckles.

"You are the most beautiful, wonderful, sexy woman I've ever met ...."

Each trait was punctuated with a press of his lips on your skin.

"... and I want to show you how much I mean that, no matter how long I have to wait. I'll wait forever if that's what you want. We will do this at your pace."

His determination and respect for your boundaries unlocked something inside of you. Even though you knew being considerate should have always been the necessary minimum, it was rare these days. People tend to move on like leaves changing throughout the season, never the same, always quick to move on. It was just that easy.

You crawled forward to meet him, attaching your lips to his. Matt's hand ran up and down along your arm gently. Then, you pulled away; your voice was barely a whisper on his lips.

"I want to do this with you. Please?"

He nodded before giving you a chaste kiss.

"How about I help you relax first?"

Matt guided you to sit down as he went behind you, having your back facing him. His hands descended on the muscles on your shoulders, easing the knots and tension in your body. Soft purrs escaped your lips as you enjoyed the attention he bestowed on you.

Then, you felt his plump along the curve of your shoulders. After each press of his fingers, his lips followed, accompanied by the small laps of his tongue. The act started something within you, stoking the simmering desire at your lower belly. You wanted more. And that was what you asked of him.

"Tell me immediately if you aren't comfortable with anything."

You nodded numbly, needing the pleasure to be more, for it to envelope you whole. Matt's hands sneaked to your front; his fingers caressed the underside of your breast. You sucked in a breath at the brief contact before letting it go in relief as his large palms covered your supple flesh. The callousness of his hands created enticing friction on your skin, playing you and your muddled mind like a musician composing a beautiful ballad with you as his muse. He worked you up, his fingers pinched your nipples, his lips found your earlobe, delivering kitten licks to the shell. Your hands gripped the sheet, your back bowed slightly as you didn't feel like you could hold yourself up on your own. You leaned into him, seeking out his warmth for more skin-on-skin contact. Matt brought your back to press against his front with his hands on your breasts; the teasing touches didn't cease in the change of movement.

Matt moved his hand downward, skimming past your belly button to settle on your folds. His deft fingers teased your entrance, circling in a delicate pattern. He found your clit, pinching it between his digits, making you cry out. Your thighs clenched, desperate for more friction as you could feel the wetness within your pulsing wall. You threw your head back, moaning softly as you leaned fully into him. You trailed a hand down until it joined him at your weeping pussy. Pulling two of his fingers in your grasp, you pushed them inside with a blissful sigh. Your core was drenched with arousal, allowing his thick digits to slide in and out easily.

You fucked yourself with his fingers until Matt took over, pumping at a fast and relentless pace. His other hand tweaked your pebbled nipple, stimulating the sensitive points on your body, driving your mind into a sensory overload. Your nails dug into his thigh, but he didn't seem to mind the pain. His throaty groans and the occasional jerks of his hard cock against your back told you everything you needed to know.

He increased the pace, ramming his fingers into you, making you moan louder. You felt his hot breath on the shell of your ear as he whispered.

"Let go for me. I got you."

Your eyes rolled back, your thighs clenched, trapping his hand in between as you came. He kept going, carrying you through the high. The aftermath of the intense climax hadn't faded yet. Still, the only thing in your mind was this strong need to be even closer to him. You turned around, capturing his lips in haste. You wanted him to touch you, to feel what you felt through the desperation of your kiss.

"Need you, please. I need you, now."

He returned your feverish kiss, asking you under his breath.

"Are you sure?"

You nodded, almost cried out in frustration.

"Yes, yes, please."

The last word came out in a broken whimper. Matt wrapped his arms around you, laying you down on the mattress. His cock poked at your thigh, and you couldn't help but reach down to give it a gentle squeeze. He dropped his head on your shoulder, his body slightly trembling.

"There's a condom in the drawer."

You nodded, reaching for the foil packet as fast as you could. You rolled it on his length, giving the thick girth a few pumps. He pushed you to lay back; his hand searched for yours, squeezing reassuringly. Your body tensed up, not in discomfort but in anticipation.

Matt pushed in, inch by inch, so painfully slow. You loved the burn that only grew the more he took inside you. The buildup was long and agonizing as you felt like you could lose your mind with each inch. Then, he finally bottomed out after a little while, and you felt like you could finally breathe again. He filled you up to the brim, and all you could feel was how full you were. You looked at him; his long lashes fluttered softly on his cheeks, his lips parted to take deep exhales.

"You okay? How are you feeling?"

"G-good ..."

You couldn't trust yourself to speak anymore, as nothing more audible than slurred words and moans would come out. You stayed like that for a little bit, revelling in the feel of each other. You wrapped your legs around Matt's waist, the heel of your feet dug into his ass, urging him to move. At your silent plea, Matt pulled out, only to slam back in. It was slow at first, and you could feel every inch of his cock rubbing against your inner wall. The friction made your lips open slack, letting an incoherent string of moans fall. Matt whispered sweet nothings and praises to your ears between rough grunts and deep breaths.

"You're so tight. Doing so good for me. Taking me so well. Good girl."

You didn't know whether it was the way he said it or perhaps the intimacy of the praise that drew an unconscious reaction from you. You clamped down hard onto him as the words left his lips, making Matt choke out with a guttural moan.

"You like that, huh?"

The smirk on his face was not one of egotistical pride. It was the satisfaction of doing something right, of learning something new from you. And now that he knew, he would use it to his advantage.

You couldn't use your words. You could do nothing but cry out. Matt increased the speed, ramming into you. His hips hit your cervix repeatedly. The slapping sound of your skins blended in with the mix of his throaty groans resonated in your ears like a divine hymn that you were more than happy to sing out loud with your moans. Your head lolled to the side; the pleasure was too much for you to focus on anything. You were so fucked out that you felt like you weren't in control of your body anymore. Matt knew your body, signals, and needs even without asking you.

You bit on your bottom lip hard, feeling like you could draw blood as you felt conscious about your unrestrained moans. You reigned them in, muffling them in the cage of your throat.

What you hadn't anticipated was the evaporating pleasure at the pit of your stomach as Matt slowed down. His hand came to grip your jaw, pulling on your bottom lip to release it from your hold. He trained his eyes on yours, and even though his gaze missed the mark, you could feel the burning fire with a hint of warning behind them.

"Don't hold back. If you stop, I'll stop. Okay?"

Your body involuntarily shuddered at his demand. It spurred you on, making your head spin. It was impossible how much he turned you on simply with his actions and words.

"Speak up, sweetheart."

"Y-yes, I got it."

He rewarded you with a sharp thrust, turning your response into unfiltered cries of pleasure. He picked the pace up after a few strokes, not letting you catch a breath. Your loud moans bounced off the walls of his apartment, as Matt wished. You didn't hold back, surrendering yourself to him. His thrusts were frantic, ramming into that spot inside you repeatedly. You were close, and he knew that too. His hand squeezed yours, letting you know that you could let go. He would be here to catch you when you fell.

Your eyes rolled back as you were pushed over the edge. Your core clenched down hard on his cock, making the friction between you even more intense. His strokes were erratic and sloppy as Matt neared his end. Your arms winded around his shoulders, pulling him to you. You stroked his hair, unable to hold back the little delirious whimpers on the sweat-soaked skin of his shoulder. Matt came after a few pumps, his cock pulsing within your tight walls. Then, he slowed down the pace, basking in the drawn-out euphoria.

Matt dropped his head, pressing kisses along your sweaty hairline. He fell onto his elbow, giving you a deep kiss while still throbbing inside. He put his weight on the side, avoiding crushing you. You stared at the ceiling; your head worked to process what happened. You had a broad smile on your face, turning to the side where Matt was to find him mirroring you. You turned to lay on your side, facing him.

"So …"

"So …?"

You scrunched your nose, your voice drawled on in false consideration.

"Well, it was ... good. However, I need to see more before coming to the final conclusion."

His face morphed into a pretend disbelief.

"Oh? Was that not good enough for your insatiable appetite, sweetheart?"

He crawled over you; his hands found your side, tickling you. You squirmed, laughing out loud.

"This is unfair! I can't give my final verdict with little evidence provided."

You trained your voice to be serious, using what you would assume was Matt's language in the courtroom. You wondered if he noticed and if he liked it. From the amused lift of his brow, you could safely say he was more than enjoying it.

"Just a little? Let's see if you still think that in the morning ...."

Matt kissed your neck playfully, leaving soft bites on the sensitive skin. You sighed softly, arching your neck, inviting him to leave his marks.

"... 'cause I'm not anywhere close to being done with you tonight."

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[levisgirll]

Hey ~ I really love ur blog! U just bring a soft side of Levi that's so cute. Could u do a hc/scenario of how would Levi look after his crush during expeditions, please?

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

→ Text: Hello there anon! Thank you for your message and request <3 I really love this idea and I would be glad to write this out for you! Sorry this took awhile but I hope you see this and you enjoy it <3 also thank you for letting me know! that was my aim, and I really love soft Levi cause I believe this side of him will show when he is around his crush or with his s/o  🥺 ♡♡♡

Synopsis: Ever since you started going to expeditions, Levi has been quite different and showed a different side of him which not only surprised Y/N but himself too. He has become more considerate, attentive, sympathetic (during the nights before an expedition) and rather straightforward whenever he wanted to be serious with you and say his point (might come out as harsh or him being concerned). He started doing this all since he was secretly looking after Y/N, who is his crush! So, find out how he does that!

cute fluff, aot world, random headcanons scenario/imagine ♡ —

First thing you notice when you have started to go on expeditions is that Levi has been keeping his eyes on you. Always watching you, and focuses every detail on you especially out of everyone in the scouts. So, expect all eyes on you from him!

You found it first a bit odd how it was just you, and whenever you try and go near him or talk to Levi while he is staring at you. He would hesitate, and just walk away, trying to avoid you if you wanted to have a conversation.

That's cause, he knows himself really well that he will start stuttering. And, that's also when Levi noticed that Y/N is actually his crush. He did not want to admit it though to himself, he was also confused with how he felt towards you. It was an odd feeling and hard for him to control.

But, one day during an expedition, you fell from a tree branch as the hook from your ODM gear was fractured and causing you not to be balanced. Levi froze, and he felt like the whole world stopped when he saw your body, on the ground, how your head was bleeding, and when he tried to go near you and call you out while holding your body, you were unconscious. He thought he lost his chance, his sunshine and source of happiness. Losing his chance to spend more time with you, show you that he really did love you even though you seemed to never know. And that was when he knew that you were the person he loved and cherished.

As soon as you went back to the walls and Levi taking you to the infirmary, he waited by your side the whole time. Wishing you would wake up sooner, but he has patience, to wait for the person he loved.

Once you were awake, he quickly got up, and you were shocked how none other than Captain Levi, who you really looked up to and liked a lot, was right by your side! 

“Hey, You okay?” Was the first thing he said after breaking the silence between the both of you. How you both gave each other glances that filled with love, and how he stared at your beautiful eyes that sparkled. He missed seeing your face, your eyes that finally opened and your expressions. “Y-Yea, Just a bit dizzy.”

“Idiot, why are you so careless? You should have checked your ODM gear. What a reckless move, brat.” He said while looking away, avoiding his eye contact with you now. If someone else heard that, it would have seem like he was being strict with you. But, after Y/N hearing his words, their eyes would widen and be quite surprised at how Levi said this to them. His tone had a bit of concern and worry for Y/N instead and even though the words were a bit harsh, he won’t mean it in that way and he would only say this to someone he would care a lot and cherish. This left Y/N a blushing mess and felt their heart speaking a beat, how someone, especially Levi, cared for them and noticing them. 

Levi does not ever want to see you again in the infirmary, being hurt, and bandaged up, so he now promised to himself that he would look after Y/N during expeditions especially.

If Y/N somehow twisted their ankle, or their leg/knee would hurt. Expect Levi to actually pick you up or giving you his arm and shoulder for support for standing and walking. He would do these small things and offer his help to you quickly if he saw you struggle. He would later on lecture you how you should have asked his help. “Brat, I told you to ask for my help if you ever got hurt didn’t I? So, Why.” Levi said after helping you sitting you down on a bench, and looking at you for an answer. ‘Easier said than done.’ You would think and blush a bit, you always seemed to held back whenever you though of asking Levi for help. That’s cause, you felt quite shy and nervous whenever approaching the great strong captain solider that everyone talks about! “Hey. From now on, come to me for help. Alright?” He would say after giving you a pat on your shoulder. Even thought he liked you a lot, he actually really cared for you and would actually be happy if you did end up asking for his help, that would boost his ego and he would literally do it right away.

Whenever the scouts took breaks as they moved forward in the formations during an expedition. Levi would look for you, for Y/N only, and when he finds them, he would go on and telling them if they made sure they were alright and reminding them if they had their things. He would also ask if they were feeling alright and if they were too afraid after seeing so many titans. Levi would reassure them that he would be there by their side to support them and whenever Y/N heard that, it would be heartwarming, and this made them move on with their mission.

Whenever Y/N was shaken up after seeing a titan eating their comrades, or their comrades dying before their eyes, or experiencing something unpleasant. Levi would notice that quickly and he would observe how it would make Y/N feel shocked and upset, unable to think calmly and clearly. Levi would approach his crush and comfort them that things would be fine. And, Levi would definitely then allow their crush (who they are the only people who can do that) to hug him as they leave their face in his shoulder, and if they needed to cry, he would be there for that too and comfort you in his own way hugging you back tightly and ruffling their hair to calm them down. Levi would be glad how they survived and they are now alive, around his arms finally.

Levi would offer them water during the expedition usually, he wants to make sure their crush is hydrated and that also he would pack you up with some goods and snacks. “Tch, just take them.” He would say as you hesitantly accepted his kind offer. Levi would literally spend 30 minutes getting all the necessary things you would need and pack them up for you. He gives you things filled with love and care.

And, if you did happen one day running out of snacks to eat, he would offer you his snacks and make sure you eat it all before he leaves. 

His crush would apologize and feel real bad if they messed up on something during a mission, such as incorrectly shooting the wrong signal flare or not shooting it on time whenever they were under stress or nervous during a situation. But, Levi would actually be chill and calm about it and say, “Oi, Don't worry about it. It’s alright.” He would say as he ruffed their hair, and everyone there would be shocked cause if it were a different person he would go mad.

At the beginning, he would would try and tell you not to come to the expeditions that seemed too risky and leave it to him, but obviously he knows that you would no and you would then say to him, “I can’t help it, I want to come and be by your side and help out.” And that, left Levi being a blushing mess. He admired your confidence, and how you were willing to do this all for him and that made him feel loved. He then would reassure you that he would be protecting you throughout the mission. “I want to protect you.” and when you questioned why only you, he would go silent and leave the scene, making you wonder.

Levi would definitely have an aid kit ready with him, whenever he saw you injured or needed some bandages, expect him to have that ready for you, and even do it for you himself. He would do it and his excuse would be that he would do a better job on patching you up, but you knew he just wanted to help you and he actually would be worried if the injury was deep or serious.

If you had a small cut on your finger or the palm of your hand, Levi would make sure to also patch that up for you. If you insisted saying you could do it yourself or saying that it was not a big deal, he would then say to you in a caring tone but having his serious stoic expression, “Your hand. Now.” You resist and give in while holding out your hand to him. After he puts a bandage on it, he would gently hold your hand with both of his hands and then say, “Please, be careful.” In such a low tone, and if you have missed that, you would probably not have heard it.

And, after an expedition one day, when you went to his office to give him some tea you have prepared. He was silent, and Levi was pretty down when you saw him. When he noticed your presence, his expression then would go soft and quickly get up, hugging you, and this would shock you because Levi would never do something like that suddenly. But, that evening after that expedition, he was really emotional and he just wanted to hold what was dear to him, which was you. Y/N.  “I wish I didn’t feel like this every time you leave my side.” He would utter in a sad tone, and you would be there caressing his back and also the back of his head, caressing his undercut which would make him relax and give out a soft sigh.

And before expeditions, Levi becomes a bit clingy and needy in nights a day before, and he would show some affection towards Y/N. Such as slightly holding and caressing your hand, trying to feel your warmth as much as possible to keep him calm, your presence meant the world to him and he loved every bit of time you spent with him. “Hey, promise me you won’t do anything stupid?” He would ask you a lot of questions too and you would have to be there, reassuring him that you wouldn't leave his side and hold his hand back firmly, meaning every word you say to him which will make him feel relieved, how he knows you won’t leave him and sacrifice yourself.

Whenever the scouts are ready to leave and get outside the walls to start the expedition, Levi would check all your gear if they were functioning, and in a good condition, and makes sure your gas is filled up too. 

Levi would also take care of your horse and make sure it was strong and stable enough to help you throughout the journey. If you somehow lost your horse, he would give you his horse instead (and he would only do that to someone he really trusts and cherishes) and he would just use his ODM gear. “I’ll meet you ahead, alright?” He would say and proceed ahead, making sure there is no titan in sight and if there was, he would kill it. He was on his full protective mode every time you were in missions with him.

If you were in a different part of the formation, he would ask someone in that formation you were at, and tell them to update them about Y/N and order them to protect and support Y/N.

Levi would often get side-tracked, thinking of you quite a lot and more than usual, and Erwin would pick that up and say with a smirk, “Don’t worry, they will be fine Levi. Believe in them.” Erwin would say randomly and that would make Levi shocked, thinking how the hell did he even know he was thinking of Y/N.

Overall, the man is the only one out there in the expedition who is ready to risk his life, support you and help you in anyway he can and with his power and strength he would be your guard, and secretly also admire you from afar during expeditions and think how he wants to be near you and just hold your hand.

[ellsbclls]

you write hurt/comfort so beautifully, it makes me want to have tom comfort me like that ): do u think you could write something where he's taking care of you after a long day at work?? and if it's a little nsfw i wouldn't mind but u dont have to do anything ur not comfortable with. again L O V E ur work!!

thank you so much 🥺 i guess i just try to portray a type of love i think everyone deserves! but also thank you for giving me this idea because my mind went rampant. i also don’t know why the reader is a musician, but just roll with it i guess idk what happened there??? 

i hope this tickles your fancy! nsfw, so extended warnings will be under the cut! please do not interact if you're a minor!!

extended warnings: cue fingering, and some messy, needy sex in the bathtub 🛁✨

The steam rising from the bathtub makes light work of your weary muscles, menthol vapors kissing up your spine, soothing the knots scattered across the length of your back. You were in dire need of this, after the plight of a day you’d endured. A couple of hours in the studio had quickly spiraled into a six hour-session, with nothing to show for it but a lousy sixteen measures of brass ensembles — and by the good grace of your talent and patience, the artist has requested you drop in for their session again.

The thought makes you want to drown.

Instead, you opt to curl into yourself, softly pressing your cheek into your knee, watching the spindles of warmth waft up from your well earned bubble bath. In retrospect, the weight of your day didn’t fall solely on this new client — if you’re being honest, they actually had a lot of potential. You wouldn’t mind having your name tethered to a couple of their hits — but Tom had just returned home from a three month long shoot, and you’ve only been graced the luxury of his presence for less than 24 hours. Any time that isn’t being spent with him feels blasphemous, but since he has yet to return from his unknown whereabouts, you seized the opportunity to flush out as much irritability as possible before he returned.

You didn’t know just how tired you were until you were woken up.

A half an hour passes before you’re tousled from your dreamless slumber by a docile touch, familiar digits scaling the curve of your spine before they take a detour at the nape of your neck, carefully parting stray strands of hair to either side of your frame.

“Tom?” You hum, dulcet tones wafting through the steam akin to a dream as it ebbs from the rim of your subconscious.

“Yes, darling?” He muses, entranced by the frothy remnants of your bath soak as he dips his fingertips into the water.

“I missed you today.” You melt into his touch, allowing your head to fall to the side and survey his attire. His hair is all tousled, chestnut locks sprouting from the bottom of his backwards strewn baseball cap, and those honey-dipped hues you adore so much are creased with concern. You want nothing more than to soothe them away with the pad of your thumb, and so you indulge yourself, reaching over the edge of the tub as you continue to ramble. “I started the day already praying for it to be over with, and somehow, every single inconvenience fathomable decided to fall onto my lap. I mean — who the fuck needs seven different french horn tracks in an overture? A real band barely needs one.” Tom’s nodding along to your ramblings, but you both know that he doesn’t fully under the lengths of your frustration — just as you’ll never truly understand the inner workings of his own career. “The only thing keeping me together was the thought of coming home to you.”

“I’m so sorry, my love,” He coos, and continues to caress your back, working out all of the knots that the steam couldn’t relieve. “If it’s any consolation, I was only running late because I had to stop and buy some pancetta on the way home.”

“Don’t apologize. I assumed you would be back since all your stuff is still here.” You tease, mirroring his bemused smile, letting his world seep into your slowly booting brain. “Pancetta…” Not many people knew this, not even Tom before his first attempt, but the boy could whip up a mean bowl of pasta. You remember floundering across the bed the night before, identical to a little kid throwing a tantrum, moaning over just how badly you were craving carbonara. Silly of you to think that he’d take your melodramatic request in stride. “Are you-“

His enamored gaze is answer enough, but he pairs it with a chaste kiss to your forehead that has you nuzzling into his touch. “Only the best for my lil’ lady.”

You show a mere fraction of your appreciation with a swift, flurry of kisses over his cheekbones, pulling him closer by the downy bundles of his hoodie. Lovedrunk giggles and contented sighs bounce off the tiles before you’re both submerged in a comfortable silence, one that leaves the both of you free to shamelessly examine the other, one clad in their comfy, weatherworn disguise while the other dawns nothing but an enchanted smile. Even with the disparity between your attire, you both end up with flushed cheeks and dopey grins.

Hours, days, years seem to press on until you break the silence with a silly question, one that you ask in hopes of hearing his gentle, candied voice once more — or even better, his laugh. “What would you do if I was as big as a thumbtack? Would you still love me?” You query, a childlike sense of wonderment tinting your sugar-coated sigh.

He takes a second to ponder your questions, taking it into far more consideration than you had in bringing it to fruition. You can’t stifle the tiny puff of air that leaves your lips, the semblance of a chuckle, and Tom, with his wild brow and theatrical ways, whips his head in your direction, sending you a cautionary glare. “I suppose I would…” He starts, only to tap his finger against his bottom lip, drawing the suspense to its boiling point by the time you shove his forearm. “But then again, it doesn’t matter what size you are, there’s no limit to how much I love you.”

“Hmm,” you manage to vocalize. Your heart is now a star, an incandescent ball of fire caged beneath your ribs, and if he hasn’t gathered it by now, then he can bask in the warmth of your smile and know that for him, for him it is the sun.

You have to admit that you got ahead of yourself. One moment, you were binding your lips in a bruising, indulgent union, urging him to bask in the lovelorn rays of light he summoned, but only managing to pull him into the bathtub, fully clothed and unsuspecting. What was once your lukewarm oasis is suddenly a swirling cauldron of spearmint, teatree, and now unmistakable notes of him, sloshing against the edge of the tub as his frame struggles against the latent tide. There’s bound to be one hell of a mess waiting on the bathroom floor, but now that he’s settled in your grasp, you see no reason to fret just yet.

“Y/N.” His voice is deadpan, which can mean one of two things — he’s either overwhelmed with joy, or exhibiting a great deal of restraint in not drowning you right then and there. You choose to cancel out the latter, and offer the best attempt at innocence your babydoll eyes could muster, peering at him through your lashes with a teeth-rotting gleam.

“What?” You ask simply. His eye starts to twitch, and you only double down on your facade. “I just wanted to be closer to you.” Wading through the newly shallow body of water, half of its contents now dispersed across the tile floor, you make light work of his soggy hoodie, sloughing it over his head as he grumbles beneath it, giggling when it catches against that razor-sharp jawline of his.

“Well, you are very close now.” You notice how his voice drops down an octave, and you’re embarrassed to admit just how quickly the coil in your stomach tightens at the sound of it, how it already aches to be pulled taut. 

Tom seems unsuspecting enough when he captures your lips once again, his brims as delicate as baby’s breath against your own, tentative as they glide in a sultry dance. He doesn’t need to coax a confession out of you, the truth is already there, nestled in your urgent, needy pressure, in the whimpers threatening to spill into his lips. He’ll indulge in this little game for a moment longer — where you pretend that you aren’t desperate for his touch, and he pretends that he isn’t just as desperate to provide it — but once you fumble into his lap, clumsily grasping for more, and more, and even more of him, his resolve begins to crumble.

“I need you.” you whisper into the hollow of his mouth, golden-tongued and virtually earnest, coaxing a trembling sigh from the back of his throat.

He hums back, contented, basking in the intoxicating warmth of your silhouette, tracing the curve of your breasts with his knuckles. “Long day, my love?”

“Mhmm,” You demonstrate your point with a wistful sigh,  enveloping his great hands with your smaller ones, coating them in languid kisses until there was no skin left untouched.

You’re just too fucking cute, he muses. He can never say no to you, not even in jest.

Two of his slender digits roam the valley of your stomach, knuckles ghosting over your navel in their listless descent before they venture between your thighs, surveying just how badly you really need him. He dips his middle finger between your folds, tender and slick with your arousal, and emits a husky groan as he traces a steady line between your entrance and the spot just below your clit, ghosting your little bundle of nerves with each taunting caress. “You’re already soaked, my love. This all for me?” He coos, nudging your jaw with the tip of his nose, pressing a wet, open mouthed kiss against the column of your neck.

“All for you,” You sigh, digging your nails into the broad planes of his shoulder. “Please, Tom, please touch me.”

He finally spares you, thumb sloppily circling your clit as he plunges two digits into your opening, welcoming the lithe intrusion with a warm, velvety embrace. You slump into his embrace, nipples straining hard against the soaked fabric of his t-shirt, and raggedly whimper as he starts to work you open. The reminder of your nude form plastered against his clothes, albeit soaking wet, summons another pool of wetness to your core. You’re flooded with thoughts of delectable anguish — of denim kissing your hips, dragging against your bundle of nerves, as he ravages your bare little cunt, proving that you’re so desperate for his cock that you can barely wait for him to undress.

“Is this all you needed, baby? My fingers? You wanted me to stretch this pretty little cunt out?” He can’t stop the filthy words tumbling from his lips, especially not when your tiny mewls of pleasure are flooding his ears — you’re just so soft and pliant under his touch, so eager to be filled to the brim, it’s intoxicating to know that you’ll take anything he has to offer you. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m gonna give you everything you need. Gonna have you spilling all over my fingers and then — fuck! — then i’m gonna fill you up with my cock. How does that sound?

“Y-yeah,” You’re rutting against his palm at this point, grinding down to meet each thrust, to feel impossibly closer, fuller, ambling toward an orgasm that is already barreling toward you. As he finds a new angle, the pads of his fingers nudge against your g-spot, and the heel of his hand careens over your clit with such a delicious pressure that your thighs begin to quake. “‘M so close.” You whine, prompting him to punctuate each thrust with a curl of his fingers, dragging your orgasm from the pit of your stomach.

“Then let go, baby. Let go for me.” You need no further persuasion, your eyes squeezing shut as you teeter off the edge, with nothing but a raspy, desperate string of obscenities, clawing at the slope of his shoulders, and bathing his hand in sultry waves of nectar as it spills from your weepy little hole. His fingers are trapped between your fluttering walls, working you through your climax with nimble, tentative thrusts, stretching each wave of pleasure out until you’re trembling over little ripples.

“That’s it, that’s my girl.” You feel so small beneath his gaze, teeming with endless pools of adoration, like you’re a freshwater clearing and he’s parched. It nearly distracts you from his fingers as they slip from your opening, but each receding wave of bliss is tethered to him, so you groan at the loss of contact. Your walls flutter hopelessly around nothing, chasing the delicious stretch of his digits in their absence, but you’re instantly qualmed by the sound of his zipper being pulled down, no doubt freeing himself from the waterlogged confines of his jeans.

“Can I?” You sink your hands into what little water still remains in the tub, hooking your fingers through the belt loops of his jeans, but he swats your shaky hands away, adamantly shaking his head as a small frown of confusion forms between your brows. “You don’t wanna take ‘em off?”

“This is about you, my love.” He whispers, his free hand smoothing over the small of your back, stroking the patch of dew-ridden skin with his thumb. “And right now, all I wanna do is keep my promise.”

“You’re so good to me,” You whisper just above his lips, leaning back into his touch, peering between your bodies to survey his ministrations. You’re still a bit dazed from your first, earth-shattering orgasm, but the prospect of another has you buzzing with excitement, and Tom knows that look well enough to speed up his course of action.

Pearly veneers sink into the swell of your bottom lip at the mere sight — his cock is beyond compare. Even as its impatiently pulled through the opening of his jeans, it’s put on a mouth-watering display as he leisurely pumps himself, smearing tiny pearls of precum across his flushed, leaky tip with each upstroke. He’s far too enticing, far too pretty with his rosy cheeked, droopy-eyed charm, to resist, and you’re quick to replace his hand with your own, curling your fingers around the base and mimicking a couple teasing pumps before guiding him to your entrance.

Tom spreads his legs a little wider to accommodate you, the sensation of wet denim rubbing against your thighs, knocking your legs farther apart, causes a soft whimper to fall from your lips. It doesn’t take long for you to align the head of his cock with your entrance, teasing him with a couple of lascivious drags through your folds before you sink onto his length, reigniting the remnants of your last orgasm as inch after delicious inch prods your tender walls apart. By the time he bottoms out, you’re nothing but a trembling pile of limbs, and his lips seek out your own just to muffle your staggered breaths with a burning kiss.

You allow yourself a couple of seconds to adjust — no matter how or which way you take him, he still pushes up every crevice of your insides, demanding every square inch of your velvety heat. A wild flurry of crimson blossoms across the high planes of your cheeks as Tom nuzzles his forehead against your own, brushing his nose against yours, coaxing a melodious string of giggles from your chest while you scrunch up your nose. He presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips and smiles against the spot. “You look so pretty like this, my love. With that gorgeous smile of yours, and that pretty little pussy squeezing my cock.” You feel like you’ve got whiplash, trying to come to terms with how obscene he can be under such tender movements. “Just wanna turn you over and bury myself inside. See how tight you feel when you’re folded in half.” His hands reach down to rub gentle, circular motions into the small of your back, and you can’t help but pulse around him at the juxtaposition.

Once the uncomfortable stretch of his girth melts into pleasure, you finally start to work yourself over his length, and you swear you can feel every gorgeous ridge and vein of his cock as you rise up to the tip, only to plunge back down with a impish yelp, setting a clumsy, needy pace that certainly gets the job done. You don’t really find your rhythm until Tom helps you out, sinking his fingers into the supple curve of your ass, orchestrating a hard, punishing pace as he drives up into your sopping cunt, meeting you in the middle with each thrust.

All at once, the bathroom is washed in a crude symphony, the combination of your heavy panting and slapping skin intermingles with the shallow splash of water as it laps against the edge of the tub, punctuating the sinful drag of his length, and how the tip pounds against your furthest wall as you impale yourself onto him. You can feel another orgasm start to build, and since Tom has made it his solemn vow to not only study, but master, every little, scrumptious detail of your body, he senses it as well. 

“You got another one for me?” He asks between labored pants. His own orgasm is starting to peak over the horizon, following in the blazing trail you’ve set, you can tell by the way a thin sheen of sweat starts to build against his hairline, and his brows almost meet in the middle, as if the feeling of your pussy pulsing around his cock is unfathomable. He uses the grip he has on your waist to take control, using one hand to scale up the breadth of your back, and as his palms leave a blistering trail up, up, up your sides, he pulls you flush against his chest, attempting to plant his feet against the floor of the bathtub, 

He needs the leverage to piston his hips up into your own, to pound into your greedy hole at an unyielding pace — to keep his promise — and as you start to feel the tell tale edge of your climax cresting over your weary frame, you spoil his shoulder with sweeping, butterfly kisses and flood his mind with sweet, sweet nothings, luring him to the brink with the same dulcet tones you know drive him wild.

His hips stutter into your own, and before the words can even exit your lips, you’re dragged to the edge of bliss with a couple of rough, uncompromising thrusts that have you wildly spasming around his length. He joins you almost immediately, throbbing against your sensitive walls as he fills you to the brim, driving the mixture of your arousal further into you as he fucks you through your orgasm. 

Once he pulls out, he’s quick to wrap you up in a soothing embrace, planting kisses over every acre of skin he can get his lips on, but you’re too focused on the trail of cum leaking down your thighs to really indulge him, curiosity getting the better of you as you gently weave your arm between your bodies and collect the wetness on your thighs. You swear you can feel the rumble of his chest once you pop your fingers into your mouth, humming around the sodden digits, making a spectacle out of the addicting elixir pooling on your tongue, but his glimmer of reinvigorated stamina is put to rest by the sight of your drowsy, half-lidded stare.

“Why don’t we get you dried off? Then I can start dinner.” He hums against your cheek, punctuating his suggestion with yet another chaste kiss. It’s genuinely like he can’t get enough, and neither can you as you sleepily nod.

“Will you wake me up when it’s ready?” You sigh, teetering on the edge of slumber once more.

“Of course, my love.”

[northern-passage]

author update 02/05/21

hello...hope everyone is doing well 💞

i’ve been working on clem’s branch since the last update, i’m trying to get it out for valentine’s day but i’m not sure if it will happen, but i’m definitely trying to get it out by the end of this month!! i only have a few more choices to fill out, but i’m just having a hard time focusing on...anything lol. if i don’t finish their branch, i still have the art piece i’m planning on posting for valentine’s :)

i’ve also imported what i have of lea’s branch into code, so as soon as i finish clem’s i can go straight into writing instead of having to waste time with that.

and after some testing and consideration, i’m thinking of changing noel’s non-binary pronouns. there are two other future non-binary characters, one of which will become a main companion after chapter two and also uses they/them, and having so many they/thems is. confusing lmao. will probably also adjust their pronouns once it gets closer to their introduction

and final thing: with the next update, the game will have to be played from the beginning, because i’ve adjusted a lot of code for clementine’s relationship variables, and in order for everything to trigger correctly in their branch you’ll have to start over. i’ll be sure to include that in the update post, because otherwise the scenes will be super janky hahahaha there’s a lot of *if statements and variation in clem’s as opposed to merry’s, since the hunter can have more of an established relationship with them.

thank u all for ur patience as always

[another-sonic-blog]

do u have any advice for writing amy rose? i am trying to get back into writing fanfiction again and i love yours so much so i thought i'd ask for ur take on her character.

A short analyzation on Amy Rose.

I want to start by saying that I really appreciate the support and I am honored that you asked my intake on Amy’s character. So, I am not a professional writer or anything for that matter however I will give you my intake on Amy Rose as a fan and how I perceive her as a character. So, let’s start!

The positive and negatives of Amy Rose

           To write a good character we need someone who people can relate to. This character needs to be three dimensional, meaning that they act like a person. Someone who struggles, thinks, learns and develops. This character has good and bad. Good written characters are not all good nor all bad so let’s think about that while we talk about Amy Rose.

Canonically speaking Amy Rose has a lot of good traits:

-Loves unconditionally

-Loyal

-Kind

-Cares for others

-Determined

And negative as well:

-Has an explosive personality, gets angry easily

-Has no patience

- She takes other’s needs into consideration but hers. (This may be seen as a good quality but on the long run it actually isn’t. This is more of a personal opinion but I think it is important to consider our own happiness as well.)

-Obsessive (Although we can see she has grown out of this recently

-Stubborn

You can play around with these but we can talk about that later.

Amy’s uniqueness

Alright so now that we know her good and bad, let’s talk about her character. The unique thing about Amy Rose is that out of the Sonic characters she has been the only one who has shown development. (Besides Shadow in 06, but that didn’t happen so all his character development went to the trash lol)

So, we went from this:

To this:

In conclusion, Amy stopped being that obsessive, she developed. Our pink hedgehog is now independent and pretty much do whatever she pleases. She is not as attached to Sonic and although she still loves him, she now thinks for her own and may even question his decisions from time to time. I believe she does her own thing now and wants to give him Sonic his space as well. For me Amy can be described as ‘Cute & Dangerous’

Amy’s interaction with other characters.

Alright, so Amy Rose is a pretty solid character and it’s a cinnamon roll. So, her bad qualities are not going to show up as often. For these negative (and good) qualities to show, it all depends on circumstances and character interaction. Just take a few minutes and think about it …

How will Amy interact with Rouge? Would she be more open and let get girly side show up? Will they even be friends? Does Amy see Rouge as an older sister?

How will Amy interact with Shadow? Would they be friends? Or would their personalities just crash? Does Shadow’s character take out the worst on Amy?

How does Amy interact with Sonic? With Knuckles? Cream? Tails?

           This also depends in what kind of story and circumstances you will place Amy in. Does she live in our world and is struggling to get by the days? Does that make her stop caring about herself and only focus on work? Does she still love Sonic but he doesn’t love her back so that makes her depressed? Will she be stubborn enough to get him to love her? Will she love him regardless and put her happiness aside? Or is she afraid that she won’t be able to find happiness or love? Maybe she has other things in mind besides love? Maybe she wants to do her own adventures? Or she just wants to open up a café and live a peaceful life forever?

As you can see, you can explore a lot of situations with her character. So, here are some (in my opinion) relationships that Amy would have with other characters. (Based on canon and personal opinion)

Amy/Sonic: Love interest of course, but its platonic romance. Care deeply for each other. Friends for life. Sonic is just not that interest in love right now but that doesn’t mean he can’t love others or Amy.

Amy/Knuckles: Older brother and sister. Both are matured when needed and protect each other.

Amy/Silver: Crazy all the time together, plan the stupidest shit and get away with everything. Besties.

Amy/Shadow: (I can honestly write an entire essay as to why this two have such good POTENTIAL platonic or romantic but anyways) They are ok with each other’s presence.  Won’t willingly talk to each other unless they are forced to. Once they do though, I can see them hanging out from time to time. They are friends and nobody expects that from them.

Amy/Rouge: Rouge is the big sister and Amy the little one. Amy goes to her for advice and talk about things she can’t talk about with Vanilla or Cream.

Amy/Cream: Amy is the oldest sister and she takes care of Cream and advises her. Amy would do anything for her.

Amy/Blaze: I think she will be the closest to her. Amy has helped Blaze open up and they are really good friends.

Alright now, some tips:

1.     Feel free to write your character according to your interpretation.

           There is no good or bad way to write a character. At the end of the day everything comes down to character interpretation. I personally see Amy as a young adorable, fashionable girl who is not afraid to express how she feels. She can be sweet and dangerous and she won’t let anyone step on her unless is totally necessary. However, you may see her or interpret her differently and that’s completely fine!

2.     Let your character feel, suffer and develop.

I cannot stress this enough, everyone is a sucker for a character development. Not everything has to be flowers and sunshine. Let your characters have flaws, let her to be annoying or a cry baby, what matters here is that you DEVELOP them throughout the story.

3.     Plan ahead and don’t

First, write down the kind of story you want to write. Romance? Adventure? Mystery? Then start writing your characters. After you are done writing your characters, analyze them. However, I was once told that your characters are kinda like your kids. You made them but you don’t ever truthfully end up knowing them. Just like people, we have our embarrassing, sad, happy moments. We even have our ‘Out of Character’ moments. Just explore your characters, let them be free as they can.

           Amy Rose is a very versatile character. If you think about it, Amy can literally be in any story and she still be such a good character to write about. She is funny, entertaining, stubborn and obsessive. She can be so many things! At the end of the day, it all really depends on how you develop her.

           I hope this helps somehow? Like I said before I am no expert but this are some tips and character analyzation that has helped me when I write stories. I am honestly SUPER excited to see what kind of stories you come up with and if you ever need help with something else let me know! If you do end up writing a fanfiction, please do tag me! Or just tell, I will loooooooooooove to read it.

           Again, thank you so much for the support! I am glad you enjoy my stories. I will keep working hard! I can’t wait to see what kind of stories you come up with!

[narrie]

How would u change the set list queen

so glad u asked 😌 okay this is me taking the actual setlist into consideration as well as my own needs and wishes: 

keep the start with dear patience then into hbw bc i thought it was quite a nice touch but then go into arms of a stranger bc i think everywhere right at the start was kinda hard on him with the nerves and the difficulty of the song, u know? then into on the loose followed by [chat], keep this town but i’d put pallom right after it. [transition] and THEN: NOTHING!!!! OOOOOF it’d hit SO hard bro especially right after the slow songs, like those drumS holy shit 😩 he follows it up with b&w and cross ur mind bc i really liked that transition too. next, what we’ve all been waiting for, no judgement 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 there could be such a sexie little transition between cym and nj too with the guitars switching to the drums, and the rainboW lights during nj - wowowow. anyway, then he’ll [chat] a bit more and our other fallen legend ms new angel receives her time in the spotlight, afterwards we build up with everywhere and then we reach our peaK with small talk. come down again with a slow transition in which he drinks etc maybe talks a bit and then we go into san francisco 🤧 OOF the lights the atmosphere the vocals........we’re all crying at this point and then he starts talking, wraps it up with a little speech about weneedcrew, and hits us with flicker oucH the lights go off and we’re on the ground, crying, thinking this couldn’t have been it. and we’re absolutely right bc after a decent pause they come back with NICE TO MEET YA! WHERE YA BEEN!!! keep the show going with slow hands babyyyyyy what a night, what a high! we’re having the time of our lives and niall officially ends the show by telling us he’s still in love with us 🥺 the crew starts packing up while he’s singing and after the last note niall says his last thank yous, stands with the crew and it’s over ❤️

[lordeasriel]

I know you said you were busy so no rush on this. But I am curious what you think a world with a greater appreciation for the independence of dæmons would look like? I have always liked the idea of Lyra starting a foundation to help reconnect people and their separated dæmons (in addition to her aleuthemeter work. But I don’t think that’s what you have in mind, or honestly something Philman would do lol.

Oof, it took me some time to finally sit down and answer this! Thank u for ur patience!

I think that for me, Lyra getting involved with humanitarian work towards daemonless people would be great, in many ways. For starters, it is a great way of showing that she is very different from her parents (more different than Marisa, since her research was all about separating people from their daemons) but also it would help her find some purpose in life, which I think it ties in well with her dilemma. I don't think the idea is that far off, but Philman doesn't operate on a macro scale with Lyra; her journey seems very self-centered and even if relates to other characters, it is very centered around a group of people. So I think the idea is great, but perhaps not very likely.

I think a world where daemons are treated as independent beings would be changed considerably - for Lyra's standards. It would, most likely, be a great cultural shock. It's a similar feeling from seeing pictures from 1918 and then 1921, and realising that a lot changed in a very little time. I don't think they would be considered people, in a sense of citizens, so they wouldn't need a politician or representative in senates across the globe. I also think that, like most things, this change would be slow and gradual across the globe, so certain places would take longer to adapt to that.

Daemons would have freedom of coming and going, and unlike Pan in TSC, they'd be able to use any public transport they wish without fear of being recognised. That would resolve questions over daemons paying or not for transport, since they occupy space as well as any human. Ultimately, I think that the still spiritual nature of daemons would end up making them not pay for a lot of stuff; a daemon with hands that can grab, like a pine marten, could carry money, but a butterfly most certainly could not.

I think there would be an increasing pressure over creating laws about separated people, which I can imagine would create a long and difficult battle between everyone, daemon and human. People would want to fine daemons that leave their humans, and daemons would like a financial aid as well in case their humans left them; as I said, daemons wouldnt use money, so the fines would be impossible. I can see ultraconservatives demanding laws to separate the separated people from the whole in public spaces (which yes, it is very reminiscing of the US and many other countries in the last century, especially the former colonies, who segregated their POC lawfully). I don't think the segregationists would go far, but the conflict would still be there and the bad blood of the initial change.

There would also be a danger to daemons alone, as we learn that people capture or even buy them to sell to people who want a daemon, so their individuality (and the fact that separation isn't deadly and would have been spread across the globe) means they would be in a lot more danger too. That, again, would lead to a desire to create laws to protect daemons, which could end up even in willing separation having to be requested in court.

So I just created a terrible world lmao But I think that ultimately the daemons should be seen and respected as individuals; I can see Philman, if he ever decides this is the path he wants to go, making a world much less bleak than mine lmao But I also think that these conflicts at unavoidable. Whenever society changes - and these changes would be gradual, of course, not all at once - there is always resistance. Conflict is important for growth, so I think in the end, the world would be a better place, where daemons are not a part of something, but a whole that completes another whole, if that makes any sense.

I also want to add that, even if separation was normalised, I still think that daemonless people (that is, the people whose daemons abandoned their humans, not just separated the bond) would still be seen as outcasts, as humans would still fail to see how could a person be abandoned by the only other being on the planet who understands and knows them well. I also think these stray daemons would be much more accepted in this changed world, as daemons aren't seen as human but something different and sacred, regardless if the bond is intact or not .

[rosesastrology]

10:51 pm 09/17 salvador, brazil how will i die? am i going to die satisfied in life and old or not? thank u very much for all ur patience and efforts to answer the questions, and take a rest if you feel too tired stay safe please 🙏😊

I'm safe, no worries~

[TW: mentions of mental health and suicide]

I do however want to make a disclaimer considering death in horary charts has been seen as unethical and could make all sorts of situations happen, especially with frightened or suicidal clients. As such, I want to say that horary could be able to predict these events and the nature of them but the question is actually about if you truly want to know how you or someone close to you, will pass. I get this question when someone [close] has a terminal disease, or is close to death. As death is a natural process and part of life, I don't want to shy away from it but predictions about death in your own life can prove to be false (considering that they're often far away in the future) or frightening and end up having negative repercussions. Astrology never supersedes reality, and I refuse to do death predictions for those who have mental health issues or are prone to suicidal tendencies or thoughts as I want to help people; not give them a reason to end their life. I'd indirectly be contributing to their death. I don't know these things about you, I don't know and can't say this for certain; as such, I don't want to make direct predictions about how you will die. This doesn't mean horary can't do that, but ethically it doesn't sit right. In ancient horary, horarists such a Lilly Williams predicted people's deaths; I have, however, only seen him to that for people who were considerably sick or ill. As such, if you still want me to tell you the outcome of the chart, you can DM me and I'll tell you in private. - @rosesastrology

[arodrwho]

for real though like

nott & caleb’s friendship. it’s. so good. i’m only 8 episodes in and i already love it so much & have. so many thoughts

thought number one being that it’s!! so good!!

like okay like

just

nott is always so complimentary towards caleb?

like

she’s just constantly bragging on him to everybody

talkin bout he’s so smart, he’s such a good magician, he can do this cool reading thing y’know he only needs to read sth once and he always remembers it isn’t that great isn’t he great

like

she talks like she thinks he hung the goddamn moon, and she wants everyone else to think that too

and that feels...very deliberate? like, genuine as hell, but also deliberate, like. this seems like a thing she actively wants, for people to think well of him, to recognize him as intelligent & competent and generally fantastic

and maybe also like it’s a thing she wants him to recognize, for himself? possibly? idk that’s just. the sorta vibe i get

like maybe his self-esteem ain’t all that great & she knows it & she’s like “mmmm i ain’t about that my dude”

and like

i don’t think she actually puts him up on a pedestal for real as like this bastion of perfection or whatever, & i hope it doesn’t come across like i do bc that feels patronizing as hell

& also cos nah like. she readily admits he’s smelly as fuck & goes “oh ye he’s always like this” when he’s done or said sth a bit spacey, & stuff, so like, clearly she’s aware of his less-impressive qualities? she just is also completely nonjudgmental about them, like they’re just Part Of Caleb to her u know

and also on top of that she seems to basically always (so far anyway) follow those sortsa acknowledgments up w/things like “but he’s really smart” or “but i don’t mind!!” or etc.

like she just

she’s like

“this is my friend he’s smart as hell & kind of a spacey goof & really talented & smelly & important & i love him & y’all should love him too”

and even the compliments thing aside she like

she’s just? kind to him?

considerate n shit u know

worries abt him, checks in w/him when things’ve been rough, doesn’t push overmuch,,

n that’s some good shit

n she also like. just seems to rly know him, in terms of like. lil details n general personality n shit?

which is Rly Nice To See

and then like for caleb’s part i mean, like

he also sorta does The Thing nott does, but like. different, bc different people

which is to say he’s rly verbally defensive of her a lot

in a way that feels similar to nott’s complimentarinessness

like

where she’s like “these are cool things abt him & u should love him”

he’s sorta more directly like “u better be understanding of nott & her situation, i will not tolerate & have no patience for any rude questioning of my good goblin friend & in particular of her mask. be kind & let it be or get the Fuck out”

and also like “hey, no, my friend is A Girl, u better fix ur tongue Right Now & refer to her assuch thanks”

n like

they’re very different approaches but they feel the same at the root?

in terms of both being “this is My Friend & u Will respect & love them, this is Not Optional”

and also similarly to nott he seems to just like. Get Her

like. takes her places specifically to steal things, bc he knows that’s Her Thing & important & necessary (& knows why she does it aswell)

and likewise in the same vein she’s like “hey my friend needs books. gotta get this nerd some books” & “here have some moneys for books u fuckin goober”

and just. just.

they talk p openly & honestly abt stuff?

& there’s such a tangible history between them, even if it’s not super fleshed out currently at the part i’m at

and Also, real huge, wrapping back round to the beginning here sort of

is they’re just. so protective of each other?

like

so protective

like

real fuckin ride-or-die type shit

caleb straight-up fuckin demolishes a guy for her. doesn’t even think, just. they hurt my friend. they’re not allowed to breathe anymore.

just. instant murder. i’m not even sure at this point if it’s white-hot rage or a more detached thing or a mix of both but in any case. people hurting nott is a thing for which he absolutely will not stand & i love this about him so much

& nott for her part, like. will absolutely always move to protect him before anyone else when she sees he’s in danger, as soon as she can, every time

& she buys healing potions for him bc she knows he’s squishy

& they trust each other

she’s the only person he reaches for when he’s deep in that good ol post-trauma dissociation/shutdown state

and she just. takes his hand. & holds it. & it’s not remarked upon by either of them it’s just a thing

& the way their players talk about each other’s characters, like

it’s always (esp. in moments of crisis) “my friend”

like “i move to protect my friend”

and like

you can hear the capital letter there

like “my Friend”

n when they talk about each other in general it’s. capital-letter Friend is how they sound

& that “little sister” comment i die

and just. they care about each other so much???????

so much

and for this. i love them

& can only imagine how much more i’ll love them as the story progresses & i learn more things abt their shared past & abt how they grow together in the future &!!!!

aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

inconclusion caleb & nott & nott & caleb are very good & important & i love them So Much y’all u don’t even know

[eynow]

If I Die Today

Hello, I am Kathleen Mei and idk why am i writing this but with this too much overflowing emotion from my insides i cannot take it anymore.

If I die today, I would like to flex my parents for always being there for me. They motivated me to go further even tho I’m not an ideal daughter. I am not as smart as my cousins, I am not as kind and angelic but atleast they still accept for being what I am. They never pressured me to do things as long as I am happy and I get to enjoy the things that I want, as long that I am not doing anything against them or the laws, they are ok with that.

I wanna thank my daddy Totoy, I never get to thank him or even make long conversation with my daddy, I feel that we’re not close personally but we are best friends by heart. My daddy taught me to fight for the things that are right, he taught me hard work and dignity. My daddy may not be your ideal dad, but he is my dad. My daddy who is willing to do everything for us. My daddy who is the anchor of the family. I love you, daddy! I may not be that vocal but I really do! Thank you so much for everything and thank you for still keeping up the fight to regain the status we once had! You don’t know how thankful I am to be your daughter.

Mommy Carol, I really appreciate you so much! Thank you mommy for being the coolest mom ever. Thank you for supporting me and never pressuring me. I’m so glad that I am your daughter and I’ve got the coolest mom. Sorry if I don’t like selfies that much, mommy! It doesn’t mean that I am not proud of our family. Mommy, thank you so much for the things you are doing for the family. Thank you for sacrificing for me and Bembie. Thank you for being the foundation of the family. I don’t even know who could I’ve been if you are not my mother. You taught me a lot of things, you raised me to be like you. I love you, mommy! Thank you and sorry! Sorry, mommy, I lost the earrings. Sorry, mommy if I’m kinda mean sometimes! But swear, you are the best mom everyone could have.

To my dearest sister, Bembie, If I die today, I won’t see you grow up! I want to see you standing up as a fine young lady and looking so much like me. I want to mentor you and argue with you more. I know that you idolize me that much but I also dont like my attitude so I hope you wont adapt my bitchy side. I love you, Bembie. My sweetest innocent sister. I love that funny faces, the rabbit tooth, the chinky eyes and the chubby cheeks, you are the cutest my sister. Sorry if ate is always fighting with u, I’m kinda immature too I know! But I am not your ate if we wont be arguing everytime right, that’s our bond. I love you sister. Open your eyes and look up the bright side, don’t be like me! Aspire to be geniunely happy.

To my friends, KKKIRPAAJJ, I’m also thankful you guys existed in my life. You taught me a lot of things. Regeena, the mother figure, thank you so much for being there. Jyannah, tho u didn’t contribute much in my life aside from being the laughing stock of the group and the pabebe and the super smart enthusiast, I’m also thankful to be your maknae. Piolo, the fashionista queen, thank you for mentoring me how to be pretty lol im gonna miss you and ur fabness. Iman and Bianca thank you also for being there for me, thank you for being my friend. Aldrake, the only boy, thank you for the helping hands, thank you bcz u didn’t remember the sweater and thanks for being there for me all throughout our grade 11 journey. Kate and Alyx, thank you also for being the friends that are only call away, thank you for accompanying me always and never left me op (tho sometimes I am lol) but ya, thank you so much for everything. Lastly, my bestfriend, Dj, I love you my friend, thank you for trusting me with your secrets, your pain is also my pain, thank you for being the shoulder to lean on and thank you for listening to my sensibile and insensible stories. Please be happy everyone, aspire to be a good person. I want to see your kids and the pips ull marry.

Danna, hello my dear, I dreamed about you. You are the girl I really look up too. Petite but a strong fine woman. You’ve been through a lot, you deserve the world, my first bestfriend. Hoping you’ll find geniune happiness in anyone’s eyes. Adrian, continue to pursue your dream, thank you for the gradeschool memories.

Arabelle, Arvie and Billie, thank you for making my remaining SHS years with fun and excitement. To more street food and meegoreng with cockroaches with you! Aspire to be the person you want to be! Arabelle, thank you for being the concerned friend ever! Sorry if I was mean to you, u weirdo I just lost patience sometimes.

To my teachers, my inspiration. Ma’am Rubia, my ever kind tutor, thank you so much for making my gradeschool days with my friends more memorable with your room. To ma’am Umadhay, my ever jolly tutor and teacher, thank you so much for the lessons. To ma’am Molve, thank you for pushing me to exposing myself, you taught me confidence. To my highschool teachers, sir Biboy, ma’am Bucoy, ma’am Rosales, ma’am Olga, sir Santos and Sir Solamillo, thank you so much. My SHS teachers, ma’am rose, sir mubrick, ma’am knesa, ma’am lineth, ma’am largo and ma’am celine, thank you too esp to maam knesa for being the considerate teacher ever, thank you ma’am for the things you did. I appreciated you.

To my college teachers, ma’am alforte, the teacher who I look up to so much! Thank you, ma’am. You’re the only teacher who is keeping me in sane in nursing school. To Mrs. Abastar, I like you too maam and thank you but I am kinda disappointed that you don’t use your power to be the teacher you are, you are hidden behind sir Jon. To sir Jon, the teacher who stoop me down with my confidence and will to pursue. Who crashed me to be this down and empty. Thank you. I learned a lot tho even half of it was to think low of myself and question my mere existence and purpose. You crashed the dreams of students, sir. I hope you are aware with that.