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[blindmagdalena]

i'm thinking about john killing someone in front of his s/o, but that was about to kill them so his violent is seem a protectiveness. to be seem bloody and not be feared....

18+ 2.7k homelander x reader, established relationship, gore, blood, morally grey reader? shower sex, fingering, praise kink, breast play, dirty talk, rough sex, count down, needy/possessive/yandere HL, reader is nondescript with f!anatomy.

Homelander is breathing shallowly, eyes wide—wild—blood dripping from his chin and from the stray strands of hair that fell forward when he lunged. He's elbow deep in a man's sternum, and his other hand is wrapped tight around his broken neck, the bones like fragments of glass poking out from beneath rapidly cooling skin.

It all happened in an instant. One second, the man currently in his hands was grabbing you by the hair, a knife swinging wildly towards your throat, and the next he was dangling from Homelander's grasp, heart slowing against his knuckles.

He laughs through his teeth, licking his lips reflexively. The blood is sour, contaminated with god knows what, but that hardly takes away from the thrill of the moment.

It's been a while since he held the gaze of someone whose life he just claimed. Long enough that he forgets where he is, and who he's with.

He drops the man to the ground like a wet sack of potatoes, innards spilling out from the hole his arm leaves behind. In the man's hand, Homelander sees something that sets his teeth on fucking edge: strands of your hair ripped from your scalp in that limp, dead palm.

"You stupid motherfucker," he growls through a crooked sickly smile, lifting his boot to crush the hand like it were nothing more than an insect. The man's heart has long since stopped, but the rapid pound of another is still loud in his ears.

Yours.

Slowly, he turns around to look at you. You're cradling your skull where you'd been grabbed, tears gathering in your wide glassy eyes, the shock of it all catching up to you. You're staring intently at the corpse, watching blood pooling out from beneath it.

You've never looked at him with fear in your eyes before, but that's precisely what he sees when your eyes meet his. It makes him bristle internally. What was he supposed to do? You were in danger, and the way you screamed will follow him into his nightmares.

He could have lost you just now. You could be the one soaking in a puddle of your own blood, losing your life to the press of nothing more than a flimsy metal blade. While Homelander has always been logically aware of your humanity and the tender vulnerability that entails, nothing has ever put it so viscerally in the forefront of his mind as a freak incident coming so close to erasing you from his life.

He did what he had to. You'll understand. You have to understand.

"Hey," he says, hands raised to you placatingly, as if coaxing a spooked wild animal. The blood just makes his crimson gloves look glossy. He blocks your view of the body. "Hey, it's alright."

Your terror is palpable in the race of your heart and the sour smell of adrenaline coursing through you.

He reaches for you with the hand that isn't drenched in viscera, but before he can take hold, you beat him to the punch, throwing yourself into his arms, your own wrapping tight around his middle, hands clasping together beneath his cape.

Caught off guard, Homelander's arms hover awkwardly for a beat before he returns your embrace. He'd been certain that he was the source of your fear after a display like that.

"He just-he tried to kill me," you rasp, tears overflowing, spilling down your cheeks, wetting his suit further. "Yeah, yeah he sure did. S'alright, he's not gonna hurt you again," he coos, stroking your back with one bloodied hand, the other cupping the back of your neck. He kisses the top of your head as you cry, working the shock and fear from your system. "Ssshhh, shhshh."

Looking over his shoulder once, he lifts you up into his arms and takes off gently into the night sky, keeping you gathered close as he flies, carrying you far away from the mess spilled all over the pavement.

Not his problem. His focus is you.

With your face buried in the crook of his neck, he can feel your tears rolling down into the collar of his suit, can smell the sea salt sweetness of them. He's never let you see that side of him before. When the shock wears off, will you see the moment for what it was?

Will you realize how much he enjoyed it?

Landing on his balcony, your arms are still tight around his neck. Neither of you have said a word since take off. He's not sure where your head is, other than the fact your racing heart has slowed to a more natural—albeit still nervous—patter.

Inside, he sets you down gently on your feet. Your balance wavers, and he settles you with his hands on your hips, staining your clothing with smears of dark blood.

He's almost afraid of breaking the tenuous quiet, but he needs to know where your head is. When you glance away, are you looking towards the door, planning your escape?

His hands tighten reflexively on your hips, and your eyes spring back up to meet his.

"You okay?" He asks quietly, warily.

"Yeah," you say, though it's hardly convincing.

"You're in shock," he says, touching the side of your face. Enough of the blood has been wiped on your clothes that it doesn't transfer much to your skin. "You remember what happened?"

Maybe your distress will leave you malleable enough for him to shape the incident just right. Make sure that you remember first and foremost that- "You saved me," you say, cutting his thoughts short. "That man was trying to hurt me, and you... you saved me."

His brows lift, surprised to hear you say it first. "Yeah. Course I did."

"You were so..." You trail off, gaze moving along his features.

Apprehension prickles from his spine all the way up to the back of his neck. He's accustomed to being scolded for his brutality by Madelyn, or looked on with thinly veiled disgust by Maeve.

They're both long gone from his life now, yet he finds himself waiting with bated breath for your response, his throat tight under the gripping hands of the ghosts of his past.

"Amazing," you exhale, banishing his specters with the sweeping wind of your breath. "God, I've never been that scared in my life, but you reacted so fast. No one has ever protected me like you do," you say, cupping his blood spattered face in your palms, smearing it into thin pink swaths across his skin with your thumbs.

He breaks into a slow, pleased smile. "Well, you've never been with anyone like me before."

"No," you agree. He can still feel a slight tremor in your hands, your body still coming down from the adrenaline high. "And I never will."

That strokes his ego deliciously. He likes the finality in your voice, the dreamy way you're looking at him, even as the smell of blood hangs heavily in the air. He almost kisses you before he remembers he's got the blood of some random thug all over his face.

"I need a shower," he says, lips close enough that his breath teases yours.

"Me too. Guess we'll have to share," you say, feigning resignation.

He grins. "Uh oh."

In the bathroom, Homelander makes quick work of undressing, but you're faster. You're already in the large shower, steaming water pouring down from above. He steps in with you, letting the water wash over you both. The water turns pink as it carries the blood away, and then sudsy as you both soap and shampoo the mess of the day from you bodies.

Once he's rinsed, he slips in behind you, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "I love you," he says at your ear, trailing kisses down to the lobe, to your neck. He loves the feel of goosebumps rising against his lips.

"I love you, too," you respond as you have a thousand times before. Maybe more. He stopped counting when he was sure you'd never stop.

"How much?" He prompts, hungry for more. Your praise and assurance after a moment of such uncertainty has only made him desperate for more. He wants to wring more pretty words of admiration from you, hear more of just how good he is to you.

He can't help but color your answer with a slip of his hand between your thighs, toying with your clit.

The touch earns a shivering sigh from you. "So much. More than I can stand sometimes," you say, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

"I thought you'd be scared of me after seeing what you saw... What I'm capable of," he murmurs, pillowing the reminder with deft, wet fingers. "Are you?"

You shake your head. "No, m'not, mmm... You'd never hurt me," you say, breath hitching as his fingers slip in further, fingertips stroking the lips of your pussy.

"Never," he echoes, his other hand slotting over your throat just to feel each noise you make. He pulls you back flush to his body, presses his hardening cock to the curve of your ass with his a shaky groan. "I liked it," you admit quieter, moaning when he slides his middle finger inside you. The confession stirs something primal in him, makes him growl out a rough little noise against your skin, grinding his cock into you.

"I wanted to rip his fucking guts out for touching you," he says, working another finger into you, savoring the slick, velvet feel of you around them. "For trying to take you from me." His words make your cunt quiver. He can't help himself, has to pull them from you just to taste you, sucking the nectarine sweet flavor from his fingers, rolling his tongue between them, hungry for every ounce of it.

He moans around his own fingers when you reach back and take his cock firmly in your hand, jerking him slowly. "I want you inside me," you say, your legs spreading slightly, back arching into him. "Touch me until yours is the only one I remember."

Fuck. Yes, that he can do.

You let go of his cock, and he wraps an arm around your waist, guiding himself between your wet, soft thighs. You close your legs, earning a breathy noise from him as he rocks between them, the warm, wet heat of your cunt a tease along the top of his cock.

"Take me," he murmurs fervently at your ear. "Wanna be in you, feel you, fuck you, make your pussy mine."

Shuddering against him, you reach down between your legs. Pressing your fingers to the underside of his cock, you push it up as he moves forward, the thick head of it catching on your entrance and splitting you open in one long, slow thrust.

Christ, you're so fucking tight. He can feel your muscles contracting, flexing, pulling him deeper. Your cunt feels made for him.

No one will ever take you away from him.

His right hand goes across your chest, cupping your left breast and rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger while he braces you tighter to him. He rolls his hips slowly at first, relishing the tight, slippery pull of your cunt before he begins to pick up a proper pace.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" He grits out, the slap of naked skin against skin loud in the shower. "Tell me how good it feels."

"Feels like being fucked by the fucking sun," you moan, gripping his arms, useless for anything other than taking his cock when he holds you like this. "Hot, you're so hot inside me, and I can feel... I can feel you holding back, it's like you're vibrating," you say, voice catching with every solid thrust. "It's like... it's like getting as much as I can take from something so much bigger than me."

He doesn't know what he expected to hear, but it isn't that. The idea that you can feel the true gravity of his power behind each restrained thrust drives him wild, makes him want to give you more, but he knows he can't. Not without breaking you. Sweet, frail, human thing that you are.

If he could, he would break you apart, fuck you until you fall to pieces in his hands, and then he would put every single fragment back where it belongs, but he can't. If he breaks you, he will lose you.

He needs you to survive him.

"Fuck, fuck," he rasps, holding you that slight bit tighter, lifting you nearly off your feet as he arches his back, lifting and dropping you onto every thrust of his hips. "M'gonna come," he says, voice reedy. "Come with me, let me feel you. I know you're close, can fuckin' feel it. Touch yourself for me, sweetheart."

Immediately, you drop a hand to your clit, the tips of your fingers brushing where he's pounding into you. The touch must be electric because you jolt against him. "I am, I am," you whine, rubbing yourself, the pleasure making you squirm.

"M'gonna count us down, alright? And you, mmmgh, you're gonna come with me," he says, already fighting to hold himself back. Your cunt is only getting tighter the closer to release you get, making it hard for him to stay focused.

"Five... four," he manages to say, desperately holding onto his final tethers of control. You're beyond speech now, reduced to nothing more than desperate, needy noises as you finger your clit, not even bothering to try and hold yourself up while Homelander mercilessly bounces you on his cock,

"Three... two..." His words are strained, balls drawn up tight, cock throbbing in the slick grip of your cunt. He needs to come so bad it makes his toes curl, but he won't let go until he feels you coming undone.

"One..."

One, two, three more thrusts, and you're screaming his name, knees curling up, your whole body tightening like a vice. The spasm of your orgasm rips his clean out of him, has him gasping into the crook of your neck.

He comes so hard his vision goes white, every movement halting, his focus purely on the ardent pounds of his cock emptying deep inside you, flooding you so thoroughly that the excess spill back down his shaft, his balls, mingling with the hot water and making him shiver from head to toe.

When he can, he takes in a deep, shuddering breath, easing his hold on you, though not by much. You're all but limp in his arms, panting, head lolled back against his shoulder. He lets the water run on the two of you a little while longer, savoring the aftershocks of your release before gingerly slipping out of you.

Carefully, he rubs the water between your thighs, tenderly cleaning you, kissing your neck, your shoulder.

"That was..." You trail off, words half slurred, and then you just laugh softly, the marvel clear in your voice.

He laughs, too, his own voice frayed. "Sure was."

The two of you put as much effort as it takes to get dry before making your way to bed, slipping beneath the cool sheets and rapidly warming them with your bodies, Homelander's in particular. He's always run hot, and you seem extra appreciative for it tonight, wrapping your arms around his waist and snuggling into his arms.

"I love you," you mumble sweetly.

Homelander draws the covers up over your shoulders before slipping his arm around you, drawing you into the warm, safe circle of his arms. "And I love you," he purrs, gently rolling his knuckles up and down your back.

You look peaceful, he thinks, watching as you begin to drift to sleep. He's sure it helps that he wore you out so thoroughly, but still, he'd anticipated that the shock of the evening would still have you worked up. It could be that you're still processing, that the trauma will return in nightmares that follow you into the night.

Maybe the threat of a rat simply makes less of an impact when you're cradled in the jaws of a lion.

Regardless, should you sleep fitfully or peacefully, he will be here.

No force in this would can keep him from you.

[kithtaehyung]

saw this and the way my mind immediately went to 3tan yoongi w oc's sundresses... 😵‍💫😵‍💫 https://x.com/lilote_/status/1706980066419212430?s=46&t=6C7onCDuLwSLngEAqbwW7w

“Try it on.”

Stilling, your eyes travel from his gaze to the soft material in your hand, already halfway stuffed in your bag. With a gulp you’re certain he can see, you wet your lips before clarifying,

“Right now?”

Yoongi stays unblinking as he takes a sip of his drink—unhurried, and so very slow. “Now.”

“But…” You stare at the spread filling the small dining table, taking in all the spices the two of you mixed into multiple dishes. “The food is getting cold.”

At this measly attempt at an excuse, he only cocks a brow, one corner of his mouth peeking just over the rim of his glass. “You’re the one that decided to show me, babe,” Yoongi finally counters.

And wings erupt in your belly when he cocks his head to the side,

“So show.”

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3tanslices: mini scenarios based on reader asks that inspire me!

series: three tangerines

link to twt!

[ruporas]

HELLO IM ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH YOUR VASHWOOD ART IT ADDED 10 YEARS TO MY LIFESPAN MAN

AWH thank you so much!! thank you for enjoying my work :'D here's a tiny chaotic vw

[anna-hawk]

Title: Us, Character: Shane pls I am in desperate need of more Shane content

Send me a character or ship + a title

“You gonna come with me?”

It had been one week since Shane had asked you that question. One week since you'd said yes. And yet, the two of you were still here, at the farm.

With every additional day going by, Shane felt more and more antsy. He and Rick had come to a sort of truce, but both men knew that the rift between them had grown too large to be mended. Shane couldn't help the pang of sadness at losing his best friend after decades of them going through thick and thin. Times had changed… Everything had changed. Them included.

While Shane was cleaning his rifle on the porch steps, he watched you talking animatedly with Maggie, Dale sitting on his beloved RV and adding a comment here and there as he was wont to do. Shane couldn't hear what you were saying, but he still smiled as you burst out into laughter at something Maggie said. The smile fell from his face a second later, replaced by a contemplative frown, his eyes lowering to the weapon instead. Contrary to him, you got along with almost everyone. You'd clashed with Dale a time or two, and the way you rolled your eyes at some of the older man's comments had Shane snorting in amusement each time. The person you got along with the least, though, was Lori. It wasn't so much that you fought a lot, although you'd had a few heated arguments in the months since you'd joined the group, but more that you and Rick got along really well. She obviously didn't appreciate the fact that he kept looking for your input on things, no matter if he didn't like what he heard. Lori's jealous side would have made Shane laugh if he hadn't been feeling the same way. Because while Lori was the person you liked the least, Shane was the one you spent the most time around. You might agree with some of the things that Rick said, but you still shared Shane's opinions. You had from the day you'd joined the group back in the woods.

The thing was that while the attraction was clearly mutual from the get go, neither of you had tried moving things along. Shane didn't really know why, but the timing just seemed off every time. Which was ridiculous, to be honest, considering what the world had become. It wasn't like he could ask you on a date. Your lives were hanging on by a thread if you weren't careful even for a second, so he should have just gone for it the couple of times you had come close to kissing.

It had been with this in mind that he'd decided to pull you aside after announcing to everyone that he would be leaving the group soon. He had expected you to think about it for a while before giving your answer, but you'd surprised him by agreeing on the spot. Just like that. As if it should have been obvious to him.

As he reloaded the rifle, Shane sighed to himself as he thought about how well you fit into the group. He looked up again to see you flip Dale off behind his back, which had Shane smiling. It felt bittersweet. Because he realized that he couldn't offer you anything by asking you to leave with him. Granted, nothing was certain anymore, but at least here you had some sort of stability. People to count on. The possibility to survive. Going with him into the unknown suddenly felt like too much to ask of you.

Putting the rifle next to him, Shane lifted his hand in a small wave as you turned around to see him watching you and waved at him with an impish grin and a roll of your eyes in Dale's direction. Shane chuckled despite the leaden feeling in his gut at the decision he'd just taken as you followed Maggie to the other side of the field.

He spent the rest of the day preparing his departure. He chose to leave without telling anyone, since he'd already said that he'd leave. The only one he went to was Rick. If only to ask him to say goodbye to Carl for him. The boy would be his only regret. Shane purposely didn't think about you as he thought about regrets.

Car loaded and ready to go, Shane waited until close to sunrise before leaving. As he neared the car, he came up short at the sight of the figure leaning against the driver's side, their arms crossed loosely.

“So you were really just going to leave without me.”

It was a statement, not a question. Shane opened the back door and slung the backpack into the car before closing it again.

“Listen-”

“Don't you dare,” you cut across angrily. “Don't you dare serve me the bullshit you came up with that made you think that you had to leave on your own.”

“I have nothing to offer you,” Shane yelled in frustration and definitely a note of despair. “They do.” He pointed at the farm.

“Then why ask me? Why ask me to come with you if you were just gonna leave without me in the end?”

“'Cause I was a fuckin' idiot, and I thought…”

“What?” you asked as Shane didn't continue.

Shane rubbed over his shaved head and heaved a long sigh.

“I thought I could be enough,” he paused for a second. “Here? You have a chance, sweetheart. You're safe. You fit in with them… I don't. Not anymore. But I can't ask you to leave all of this behind for me.”

You didn't say anything for the longest time as you just watched him. You finally pushed off the car and came to stand just a few inches away from him.

“Has it ever occurred to you that I only stayed with the group because of you? Yeah, maybe I fit in, as you said, but…” You looked away for a brief moment before looking at Shane again. “I trust that Rick will do his best to keep them safe. But if we leave together, I know that we will keep each other safe. Us safe.”

Shane's breath got stuck in his throat for a moment at your words. How could that tiny word change everything?

“Us,” he croaked, and saw you smile as the first rays of sunlight hit your face from the side.

“Us,” you breathed, lifting your hands to cup his face and finally pull him in for a long kiss.

[grimae]

When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! then, send to your last ten people in your notifs (anonymously). you never know who might benefit from spreading positivity

Not going to share this onward but I will gladly take the invitation to talk about things that make me happy. That's something I could always do. <3 1 - Almost all the seeds I planted in the last weeks are sprouting. I got five types of tomatoes, six types of chilis, cucumbers, zucchinis, fennel (super excited about this), two types of beans and many, many flowers. These plants are my little babies tbh. 2 - Related to that: Going to visit my mother's best friend next week to gift her four tomato plants and get lots of eggs for me to hatch from her chickens. Can't wait to see her again. 3 - I have three concerts planned to see this year so far and each is a band I'm super excited for. 4 - Work on my art book has been going amazing. I am in talks with a printer who is able to do everything just the way I want and every step I get closer to finishing this makes me feel pure joy. 5 - I'm absolutely obsessed with my OCs and I feel grateful for being around so many people - strangers, mutuals and friends - who love what I do and draw and even share their own thoughts about them with me.

[stylesnews]

Hey! This isn’t a crazy update or anything but just a cute little story about Harry while he was in Austin! So a friend of mine works at a golf course on the outside of Austin that Harry went to one of the days between shows, either that Tuesday or Friday. (I may have the dates wrong but either way) So the whole course was closed that day and he somehow dug deep enough into the website to find the cellphone number of manager that works there in order to get in touch with someone about playing a few rounds. The manager said when he called all he asked was “Hi, are you closed today? I would really like to play some golf.” And the manager not realizing who it was on the phone was all normal “Oh yeah, no we’re closed today but we’re open tomorrow and you’re more than welcome to come then” to which Harry then had to explain that he was playing a show the next day and I think it was at that point that the manager realized who he was. So they rounded up a few people and went and opened the entire golf course for him to play privately while he was between shows. They even called a couple extra people to come caddy for him and (while we all already know this) they all said he’s literally the nicest person to walk this earth and actually really good at golf. It was just him and few friends and the random people who worked the course. Just a wholesome little story! Can’t get over the fact that Harry still calls places himself rather than having someone do it for him:,)

🥺🥺🥺🥺 it really is H‘s world and we just live in it

[informaltorching]

#1 and #3 for darling Vesper and the OC ask meme!! 💘💘💘

What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)? 

When I made Vesper, I actually made him for a DND game first. So, I considered his class first which at the time was Eldritch Knight since I really wanted to play one. (If I made him for DND now, using his VTM characterization, he would be a Vengeance Paladin!)

I would say for VTM, his backstory. It wasn't super hard to convert certain elements of what I wrote up for his DND backstory in. He had a toxic wizard mentor that became his toxic sorcerer caste Banu Haqim sire. @swoomoo and I wanted to play up an insane dynamic and when we changed the characters for VTM, we pondered on how to write an abusive relationship with many convoluted layers together. We never got to play together (I was the forever DM) and knew we could run wild with it since we are familiar with each other's boundaries and can stage ourselves. 3. How did you choose their name? 

I picked his name because I wanted something that suited an Eldritch Knight a bit more. Then, I just fell in love completely with the name and its meaning (evening star). Then, it became silly to me when I had to convert it to a modern setting. It isn't the weirdest name in the world, but it is a little uncommon. (Listen. I know some vampires are out here with some wild names, and I love them. I mean this more in terms of him probably growing up in a tiny town full of people named John and Susan.)

Vesper's full name is Vesper Alexander Moreau. I picked the rest of his name based on the area he is from. He is from Maine and has a lot of family from Quebec, so his last name comes from his dad's ancestry. Then, he has a very typical middle name, that I thought just slightly "normalized" his first name and to me rolled off the tongue well with the rest of his name.

[faithinchances]

Hello hello! I’m just here to knock on your door because I saw your tags on the ‘Jamie’s post-s3 career path’ poll and I really enjoyed them! (And didn’t want to clog up the notes of someone else’s poll about it)

If you ever wanted to share more in detail about any of these options, I’d love to know more! I am also delighted by the concept of Jamie moving to Leverkusen and ending up under Xabi Alonso, but Barca and Liverpool also have my interest.

No rush or expectations on answering this whatsoever. Just if you ever do feel like sharing, I would love to hear more.

Hm. So Leverkeusen is the option I know the least about and Xabi Alonso is 100% of the reason I put that as an option; he started at Leverkeusen in 2022, which is also when s3 ends, which means they would arrive at the same time. Xabi himself is a midfield legend for Liverpool with a famously amazing first touch, and Jamie also has an amazing first touch.

I am very much hoping (delusionally) that Xabi will end up at Liverpool next year, I think that would be poetic and fun and he seems like a really good coach, but on the subject of Liverpool and coaches: Jurgen Klopp.

He's probably a bigger inspiration for Ted than Pep is.

Pep is a brilliant tactician, deeply passionate, absolutely nuts, always losing it on the sidelines, whereas Klopp at least once forced his team to celebrate losing a final, ie, forced them to celebrate getting to a final even if the result wasn't what they wanted. I just watched the TAA interview with Gary Neville, and he also apparently doesn't focus on winning or losing, just wants Liverpool to be the hardest team to beat because they work so hard. All very Ted.

Except that crucially, Klopp is ALSO a brilliant tactician (he's no Pep, but he's no slouch either), meaning that he's like Ted except competent, passionate, and outwardly caring (sorry Ted), thereby making him perfect for Jamie.

Liverpool also run a very high press that I think Jamie would enjoy, and being in Liverpool would get him closer to home (he could totally drive home for dinner, it's only about an hour) while still keeping some space, which I think he would appreciate. I can see Georgie being a little overbearing when Jamie's in a less needy mood. And, of course, Liverpool also typically make European competition and are regular title contenders.

Assuming he went there in 2022, he would also get a whole year under Jordan Henderson, who we can go ahead and consider being like Roy, except that he's less talented, a better captain, and actually from Sunderland (I've seen it hypothesized that Roy is a reskinned Hendo). And I want to know what would happen if he and Darwin were on the pitch together (Darwin was Liverpool's big signing that summer, realistically Jamie would replace him, but I don't care) (Darwin is notoriously chaotic, a striker with dubious talent in finishing, but also an extremely hard-worker and he takes more chances than most, so his low conversion rate is expected). Also I think Jamie would have a bit of a crush on VVD and that would be funny and cute.

The Barca route is also very fun, and not even because Messi (he had already left at this point). It's basically only possible if Jamie's Richmond contract was up at the end of s3, Barca could never afford our boy otherwise. I've heard it said that true fans of the sport of football will pick Barcelona to watch over any other team (provided theirs isn't playing), and Jamie is nothing if not a fan of football.

They were also at their height when Jamie was a young teenager, a time period when I think he would have had the most time to watch while having already developed an immense interest in it. He would have watched Messi, of course, but also Xavi, Iniesta, and Busquets, who made up a midfield dynasty that I know no comparison for. They are all technically gifted, and two of those last three were still at Barca for the 22/23 season. Xavi coached the team, and Busi was captain.

And then also at this time, Barca were bringing up a new crop of very exciting youngsters, most notably Gavi and Pedri. Jamie is a few years older than them, but I think it would be fun for him to be a role model for a couple of ludicrously talented barely-adults. He would not know what to do with himself.

I also think Jamie is maybe better suited for football abroad? Like he's very salt of the earth, "I work hard, yeah," but he also has this incredible swagger. How to use my limited knowledge to explain this. Spanish football culture seems to be less humble? More flamboyant? Like English football is full of a bunch of guys who are Just Some Dude. Harry Kane, Gary Neville, and in TL, also Roy. Jordan Henderson is PEAK some dude energy. Spanish football invented the term "Galactico" for its superstars.

I just think Jamie would love doing a little dance with his teammates after scoring.

[veone]

As a "sim parent" (sim maker) we shouldn't have favorites - but we do. Post your favorite sim baby (the golden child) and least fav. Pass it on!

Nicolas-Nick one of my favorite characters to write for, got me really into noticing body language and idle moments of life, along with making less idealized people in a way. I love giving my adult character acne if the swatches look good because of this messy man.

Vincent-Vic he's getting a bit of a revamp but he is a little lower on the list of characters I like as people because of how I wrote him. I'm looking forwards to sitting with him as a person instead of a concept of a person that's referenced alot.

[avastyetwats]

Alt!

(Inuyasha was the FIRST EVER character I wrote as. Years and years ago. It's my all time favorite anime and, fun fact, I HATED Koga when I first watched Inuyasha in high school, but now? He's my favorite LMAO. So I present, these two idiots <3)

"Hm? The hell do you want, ya mangy wolf?" Inuyasha didn't even have to look to know who it was was standing behind him. He could recognize that damned stench anywhere.

"Nothing that concerns you, mutt face. I'm here to see Kagome." Blue orbs scan the area around him, but he sees no one else. Doesn't even smell her except on the mutt. Damn him.

Inuyasha scoffs. "Tch, good luck findin' her. She ain't even here right now. You're just wastin' your time." His remains laying on the ground, his back to the wolf demon, and his eyes closed.

"What!? Where the hell is she, then!? I swear, mutt, if you lost her again..." He doesn't need to say it. The threat is there. Not even a threat, but a promise.

"Like I'd do that." Now his eyes are open, and he turns his head to look at him over his shoulder, his anger flaring. "I know where Kagome is," He smirks then, taunting him with the knowledge of her whereabouts. "but I don't have to tell you, so beat it, wolf!"

Bastard. Koga growls, but he remains calm. He's better about that than the hot-headed dog demon. He'll just choose to get under his skin a little more because if there's one thing Koga loves, it's annoying the fuck out of Inuyasha. "Heh. No, thanks. If you know where she is that means she'll be comin' back here eventually, so I'll wait." Now he's the one smirking when he sees how pissed off that makes him.

"Like hell you will!" He's on his feet now, facing him, his fists clenched. "I don't need you hangin' around here, get lost!" He doesn't need to voice his threats, it's obvious in the way he stands.

Koga sees this, but he doesn't move. Let Inuyasha make the first move. Koga will be sure to make the last. "I don't care what the hell you want or need. I can do whatever the hell I want, so deal with it!" He growls back, waiting for the stupid mutt to make his move. Maybe it'll even happen just as Kagome makes her return. Koga would love to see her send him face first into the ground with what special spell of hers.

[prythianpages]

Hi I’m a big fan of your writing!

Please could I ask numbers 13 and 18 for the ask game? <3

Omg hi!! Thank you 🥺 I’ve been wanting to read yours as well ❤️

13. Do you listen to music while you write?  If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

I do! I always have something playing in the background, I tend to just let YouTube do it’s thing. But I also have the bad habit replaying the same 3 songs lol. Recently, it’s been Thom Yorke’s hearing damage along with Metric’s Help I’m Alive (bc of a Az one shot I just wrote) and Joji, particularly sanctuary and die for you (bc of a Cas mini series I want to plan.) If I want something without lyrics or want to write something sad, I tend to gravitate toward the Minari soundtrack. If I’m writing for my ABBA series, I tend to have the particular song I’m using on repeat until I get tired of it and then play other ABBA songs lol.

18. Do you enjoy research?  Which fic of yours required the most research?

I do and I don’t. It kind of stresses me out sometimes. The fic that required the most research is probs A Court of Shadows & Moonlight because it’s been a hot minute since I read the series so I forgot about some Illyrian stuff. That’s the first time I researched fighting techniques. Also, powers that relate to the moon and lots about lucid dreaming since I plan for the oc in that series to be able to manipulate dreams.

Based of this ask game.

[tennessoui]

2! 🩵🩵🩵

thank you thank you kindly!

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

it looks like my most used tags are "alternate universe-modern setting", "alternate universe - canon divergence", "possessive behavior", "fluff", "crack"

what a hodge podge of fic listed!! we know i love a weird about each other obikin so the possessive behavior tag definitely tracks; i think honestly i probably should have more crack tagged than i do, i feel like i write a lot of crack......and i love a modern universe for this couple, so that tracks too!!

i'm alright with these lol!

[from this fic writers ask game]

[nympippi]

Does the Ghost Boys go back to their Parents/Families? Or do they stay under the Blake household?

If they do return to their families, how do their families react to having their son/child back and having a second chance in life?

-Ghostkid

Interesting question and I think I answered something similar a while back and that link is here but,

yes, the boys do eventually go home to their parents and try to readjust back to their normal lives. Also in no way shape or form would Terrance adopt six boys when he’s already got a strained relationship with the one he’s already got. Griffin was the exemption because both Gwen and Finn insisted he be under his care.

But how their parents react to their children being “rescued” is varying,

Vance’s parents: Couldn’t care less, they really didn’t care if he showed up dead or alive. They are very abusive to Vance, his dad is a drunk and his mother is emotionally distant from him.

Bruces parents: Were extremely happy to have their son back, they are very supportive and try their best to accommodate Bruce. Amy was overjoyed to have her brother back even if it isn’t the Bruce she remembers.

Billy’s parents: His parents were also very happy to have him back. However they did get a divorce, but they co-parent and are very loving towards their son after what happened in the basement much like the Yamadas.

Robins parent: Like both the Showalters, and Yamadas, Mrs. Arellano was sobbing and clutching her son and never wanted to let him go. She and her brother do their best to help Robin.

Griffins parents: Weren’t there to even pick him up from the scene/ police station, they kinda never wanted him and when he was presumed dead they hitched out of town, further prompting led to him being adopted into the Blake’s.

Also none of the parents know their child was in fact dead for a period of time, the police in regards to this whole mess spun the story that the boys were being kept alive in the basement and that the grabber simply decided to keep them for himself. This of course never happened but it’s simply a fabrication of the truth. Only the detectives on the case, the boys and Finn’s dad know the truth.

[allylikethecat]

oh ally what a treat of a friday!!!

atkh just dropped (will be reading after my daily), and look at these!!!

https://x.com/jenythhh/status/1783855755281514683?s=46

https://x.com/yourewelllcool/status/1783855749120020673?s=46

Happy Friday!!! I hope you enjoy the new chapter and I can't wait to hear your thoughts on it! I had fun working on it (which I'm sure isn't a surprise since I'm obsessed with that fic lol)

OH MY GOSH (tweets can be found HERE and HERE)

I love George and Charli so much they just always look like they're having the MOST FUN and are so happy to be in the same place together and like I love that so much for them because that's how it should be. Thank you for being the very best and keeping me in the Twitter loop! My feed has been overwhelmed with the NFL draft lol

I hope you enjoy the new ATKH chapter, that you're having a fantastic Friday and that you have the best weekend! Thank you again!!

❤️Ally

[mypoisonedvine]

Congrats! ❤️ How about spouse, one-night stand, best friend with...

Joel

Eddie

Bucky

oh god you sure know how to give me a challenge navy!!

for best friend, I'll go with joel. YES NOT BEING ABLE TO FUCK HIM IS PAINFUL FOR ME but I feel like he's a very useful guy to be friends with especially in the QZ.

for one night stand, eddie. you know I love him but I would feel like a cradle-robber marrying a high school student lmao and I don't care if this is the sex god fanon version of eddie or the nervous awkward virgin version, either is a treat. but let's just say we're gonna make the most of that one night... does it count as one night if it's like 36 hours of pure filth?? (jesus just imagining him totally exhausted balls completely drained physically incapable of anything more but still wanting to cuddle and makeout hhhngg)

and finally for husband, bucky. he's really the best of all these options for an actual life partner because he's at the crossroads of has actual skills, is at least somewhat capable of emotional intimacy and also, canonically, fucks. I just know he'd be the sweetest doting husband but also a real horny bastard when he's in the right mood lol I think he's a pretty modern guy but if he wants a traditional housewife I'll start learning recipes now lmaoooo

[toburnup]

I don’t want to bother you I just wanted to say that I absolutely love ‘is your light on’ and if you’re still writing it I can’t wait for another chapter

hell yeah!! glad you're liking it (not a bother at all, tbh it's very encouraging). i'm going through and fixing up this next chapter in the next few days, so next week at the earliest? i want to figure out a schedule so i'll have a better idea once i'm done edits.

very brief preview below the cut!

"Oh-" Dustin frowns and Steve's stomach drops. Tries not to show it but the confirmation makes it worse. "He was here for a couple days, barely."

Dustin using an unusually gentle tone makes Steve's stomach hurt. He doesn't speak, just looks forward. Sort of wishes he hadn't asked. But still.

"How's he doing?" He finally asks, and Dustin's relief fills the car.

"Good. He has a million roommates. It's always loud on the phone."

Steve squeezes the steering wheel tight enough that he hears the leather squeak. Dustin continues.

"He seems happy."

"Good." Steve starts the car, pulls them out of the lot. "I'm glad."