#thank you for this!!

[writingjourney]

Hi! I’ve had this thought swirling in my head for days and I HAVE to share before I go nuts with Secondo taking over 😂 I went to a bbq recently and all I could think of is all the Papas, ghouls and “Seestor”hosting one amongst themselves, and they’re allowed a plus one ofc, so Secondo takes you. He’s acting like his usual bitter old man self…and then gets jealous when others start staring at you, getting worse when you have your swimwear, and then he just ends up sitting you on his lap for a while. 🏃🏼‍♀️

Thank you for infesting my brain with this and activating my Secondo brain rot 😭

I wish I had the capacity rn to write a full thing for this but just... I need to add a little bit to it (under the read more bc I got carried away, gender-neutral reader):

I can imagine Secondo being the one who actually does the barbecueing and prepares the food or at least he quickly finds himself alone because everyone else acts like they don't know how to do it and besides, Terzo already brought the potato salad and there just isn't enough space in front of the grills for more than one person anyway, you know?

He'd mildly grumble about it but actually he enjoys taking care of everyone, feeling important and showing off his skills. At first you stay by his side even though you don't know how to help, he's very particular about how he does things, just so he's not all alone. However, you're quickly distracted by Terzo and the ghouls who are passing the time until dinner is ready by playing volleyball and doing all kinds of pool shenanigans. They get you to join and you soon find yourself laughing and giggling as they splash you with water or throw their beach balls at you.

At first Secondo is incredibly glad that you blend in so seamlessly, that no one even bats an eye at the fact that you're there with him and that they respect you as part of the family. But then the ghouls and ghoulettes get a little too comfy with you, a little too touchy, staring a little too hard at you in your scarce swimwear. He knows there is no reason to be jealous, he trusts you completely and he's not insecure when it comes to your love. The reason he gets jealous is that he finds himself wishing that he could be the one to make you laugh like this. Who brings out this carefree side of you and who holds you close while the cool water softly sways around you.

This quickly leads to him missing your company and wanting to be close to you and he's quite over this barbecue all of a sudden but of course he can't let the food burn, neither does he want to spoil your fun when he knows he's just being silly, so he just watches from afar and observes the situation. He only snaps out of it when Terzo shows up and asks him if he plans to serve any ghoul meat tonight because the intensity of his death stares surely has to be lethal.

Secondo only relaxes when you all sit down to eat and he finds himself right beside you again. His hand never leaves your thigh, it's actually quite impressive how he manages to eat a whole steak using just one hand. You praise his food of course, as do the others, and his mood improves – well, right until dinner is over and the ghouls and ghoulettes already try to drag you off again. This time, he's having none of it and the moment your butt leaves the garden chair you find yourself pulled back by two strong hands that wrap around your waist. He pulls you right into his lap, firm hands on your front pushing you into his groin as his lips press to your neck in a wet kiss. You can't help but chuckle because you know exactly what prompted it and you don't mind spending time with your love after all the excitement from earlier. You place your hands on his, engaging in the conversation he's falling into with his brothers. There's certainly worse things than sitting in Secondo's lap for the rest of the night ♡

[soft-for-yoongi]

Hi! How are you!

So I saw your answer to the ask where Jungkook says he feels nauseous during a live and You pointed out that he had gone quiet before saying "I feel nauseous". Please, allow me to add a little something:

The way he was quiet, rubbing his leg and blinking, adverting his gaze...that's a clear tell-tale of someone who's trying to not vomit. I'm saying this as someone who suffer with nausea CONSTANTLY and I cannot stress how many times I had to literally keep myself from being sick.

In his case it wasn't as bad as to the point where he was swallowing convulsively but it still seemed like he was doing his best not to gag or something.

Hey!!! I'm very good thank you 🥰🫶

But I couldn't agree more! The way he changed his posture and how he was sitting, probably realising 'oh shit I don't feel well' and the slow blinking, not looking at the camera and the deep breath before taking a sip of his drink. He probably wasn't on the verge of throwing up but moreso regulating himself or something 🥴

Hopefully, you or Jungkook don't have to deal with this for a good while 💕

[tuituipupu]

my delayed boobie posting rises from yesterday's sea of boobs

complete with tasteful cleavage sweat ( . ) ( . )

[sourtomatola]

A au of your fae au

Moon runs over, afraid. Sun is hurt but stops dead in his tracks when he sees Sun. "Sun." Moon whimpers pitifully. Sun truns around his eyes now black with pricing red pupils. Moon counts in his head as Sun rises his arms for a hug *one, two... three.... four*. Moon sees Ecilpes's blood covering Sun's arms and mask. "Brother-" Sun starts, hugging Moon "- Eclipse is gone. I killed him." Sun looks around before asking."Is homeowner ok?" It takes Moon a little bit to answer due to the fear and worry for his brother pumping through vain, but he does "hom-homeowner is fine." Moon studders.

Okay first of all WHO ARE YOU! This is such a delightful slice of angst to read!! I love the idea of Sun falling to become an Unseelie to protect his loved ones!! I started writing a response and saved it as a draft, but when I came back all I could think is-

COMIC

[mappingthesky]

nymphia is soooo confusing first she says stay tuned for the finale in response to the her and plane question when nothing happened tonight and now in her ew interview she says “Mama, before [the season was] announced, Plane came to Taiwan, and when we got together, Dawn was like, "Did you guys f---?" I was like, "What are you talking about? No, we didn't!" Dawn is just going to be a little evil elf. Let her be, let her have her moment. I'll keep the audience guessing if me and Plane are a thing. Stay tuned!” when asked abt her and plane and she denies that they are together while also keeping us on our toes like I've never been more confused lmaooo what do u think of that (the ew interview is here btw https://ew.com/rupauls-drag-race-winner-nymphia-wind-exclusive-interview-8636500 )

if there were ever any doubts about how huge of a fucking tease nymphia is, here’s your proof!!

the truth is that i have no clue. logically i know it makes a lot of sense for her to play into the speculation & keep people engaged in the show/ upcoming projects / etc. so yes, i think that’s a big part of why she would tease things like this.

the other half of me thinks this whole thing is so fucking suspicious & something went/ is going down. is it mutual? is it one sided (which… i think could be a possibility but more on this another time)? is it a secret? who knows. idk, we all have seen the evidence. the way the other girls treat this whole thing is really compelling to me, because everyone seems to know without really knowing. there’s a part of me that wonders if planymphia themselves are still figuring it out? like they are also staying tuned because they’re navigating this whole situation too… i can only imagine how much of a whirlwind life has been post-filming, not to mention the physical distance between their worlds, so this may very much be a slow burn situation irl (which is…delicious to me as a writer & romantic) these two are both very private (in a somehow very public way). the truth is, i think whatever went down is reserved for them & their absolute closest companions!!

the truth is that we won’t know anything for certain unless they choose to share!! but the adoration they have for each other, whatever form it takes, is very apparent and that’s all tht matters <3

[lesbian-in-leather]

asoue!

oh my gosh I was hoping someone would ask for this, thank you!!

A Series of Unfortunate Events

OTP: This is. immediately so hard to answer oh god okay it'd have to be either Beasme or Eswell but please don't make me choose

Favourite canon pairing: Eslaf!! I know they aren't super popular but I love thinking about their fucked up dynamic <3

Worst pairing ever: Okay it's not the worst but I couldn't actually think of any that I Vehemently Fucking Dislike (excluding some of the Stuff that happens in the side of this fandom I don't interact with), but I feel like I'd have to go with Georgina/Josephine? Personally I just don't really see it, but I am happy to be convinced if anyone has any fic recs lmao

Guilty pleasure pairing: oooh probably either Kitme or Jacquesme. The implications of Esmé and a Snicket twin....... oooooh there's so much angst potential in both in two very different ways

A pairing you want to see more: oh, definitely Esmé/Netflix!Olivia. There was so much fruity tension there and nowhere near enough fics have been written about it

That pairing everyone likes but you’re like “lol no”: probably Kit/Dewey? I see Kit as a very reckless character in a lot of respects, and her type (excluding Dewey) has always been very dangerous (even if we just look at canon/functionally canon, we have Olaf and Ellington like,,, I haven't read atwq yet but even I know there's a pattern here. Also she def had a thing for Beatrice and probably Esmé so. the pattern continues). I feel like she was only with him to keep her child safe, and even then I don't think it'd last long, so I'm not really in to anything that actually ships them. Sorry Dewey <3

Favourite non-romantic pair: Esmé and the Baudelaires, specifically Esmé and Violet. I have a lot of thoughts on how much Violet looks like Beatrice, and we all know I love anything with angst potential

Send me a fandom and I'll answer these questions!

[goldencuffs]

ruby ruby ruby ruby. i love u i love ur fics i LOVE daddy damen. would u maybe happen to have any idea when the next chapter will be coming out? no pressure i love u i just want to be prepared

hello!!!!!!! i am really hoping next weekend!! this chapter has spiralled away from me and is much longer than i originally anticipated so hopefully its finished by then 😭😭😭😭

[toburnup]

howdy viooooo! As I was reading “the eye” I was wondering if your process has changed since beginning iylo? Each chapter maintains a sense of the whole, and yet they’re all so different. I’m still in awe, and am hoping you could reflect a bit on being closer to the end of the story than the beginning.

ahh this has been at the back of my mind since i received it - a fucking good and challenging question!!!

the biggest change overall in the chapters themselves is the pacing, and that really impacts how i write. more than i realized.

the first arc (hawkins) is very slow moving, it's all about them getting to know each other. the vignette style lent itself well because steve and eddie were having these fragmented interactions. they were involved but not actually integrated into each others lives even though they were spending a significant amount of time together.

in the original draft, the hawkins portion was very short (just a brief fwb-style fling). the story was always about the move to the city and the subsequent years. but then i ended up expanding on the hawkins portion, but even so, that always felt like i was writing about the past.

the second arc (the city) and specifically where we are now, feels like the present for them. they're fully part of each others lives, they have overlapping social groups, they spend free time together by choice. but that also means i can't just... skip weeks at a time like i did before, not without feeling like i'm skipping important moments. each conversation feels like it's developing something rather than healing and i'm like !! AHHH ! struggling with that a bit.

re: process, the chapters are taking significantly longer to finish. the chapters themselves are covering less time, but there's still plenty happening. they're having full conversations because they're finally starting to understand each other, so i don't feel like i can chop them up as i used to. early-iylo steve was pretty focused on himself, and he tended to notice what was important/relevant to him and nothing else, and now he's noticing more things outside of that, so conversations are LONGER because he's actually paying attention lmao.

i never anticipated this to be a year-long project, but i really appreciate people sticking with it. on getting closer to the end... i'm scared, but i think that's normal. i'm scared people are losing interest, but like. that's the nature of fandom. and i'm determined to finish this fic no matter what, even if i'm just writing for a handful of people by the end.

still can't believe this started as a oneshot. it's nearly at 200k now. oops.

[marinaiguess]

Super sonic

dont mess with him

[unbidden-yidden]

[Image description: two photos of a solid white moth with a fuzzy body clinging to a glass door. The first photo shows its back and the second photo is taken from the other side of the door to show its underside. End ID.]

Moth I saw for you!

[sickficideas]

I think I thought of a scenario that we might both like! Going with my idea that Dazai has a sweet tooth, I'm just imagining a holiday party where he eats way too many Christmas cookies and probably drinks a bit too much spiked egg nog. Now his tummy's feeling a little volatile and he may or may not get sick at the office party...

Anyway happy holidays to you and yours! 🎄 -Ace

I'm a bit late but happy holidays and happy new year to you as well thank you!!!🎆🎉💗🎄 I was thinking about this with that new event on Mayoi, the New Year's cards of Dazai and Kunikida...you read my mind...I think holidays are a hard time for him (especially New Years bc that one Wan Dark Era episode...😭😭) so he's definitely taking advantage of the sweets and drinks to distract himself and definitely goes overboard 😭💔 Kunikida sitting with him in the agency restroom while he's absolutely miserable for multiple reasons, but Kunikida only sees his misery coming from how he's stuffed himself lol

[avastyetwats]

“ Merry Christmas, darling. “ from Izzy <3 [and of course meeeeeee]

Stede’s eyes are shining brighter than the lights and decorations hanging all around them. His smile, too. Even more so when he turns and finds Israel holding a mistletoe in his hand - the one Stede put together for him - above his head and he was even wearing the Elf hat! Along with the matching corset and gods, Stede could cry right now. He was so happy. “Oh, Israel…” His voice is so soft, unsteady even only because he’s feeling so emotional in this moment. Their first Christmas together and it was already Stede’s favorite Christmas ever. “I knew you couldn’t resist the hat.” He teases with a teary chuckle, moving in until he’s under the mistletoe with him. “The greatest gift I’ve ever been given?” Stede hums, raising his hand and culling Izzy’s face. “Your love.” And then he leans in and nuzzles their noses together. “Merry Christmas, Israel. I love you.” And then, he kisses him. Soft, sweet, slow and filled with all the love he felt for him. A love that was eternal.

[astromechs]

Ship kisses!!! 17. To distract, rebelcaptain? 👀

finally getting to these prompts, like, two weeks later; #writersblock, my nemesis. anyway shoutout to diego luna's headcanons about cassian being a good cook for inspiring this lmao

also on ao3! and still accepting prompts from this list :)

While he's cooking, Cassian only has one rule: Jyn can stay in the kitchenette they've been lucky enough to have installed in their quarters on-base and watch him all she wants, even help if she's so inclined, as long as she isn't a distraction.

It's not as if the process is more dangerous than any variety of others, even with the knives involved, but it requires a certain amount of precision — and therefore, his undivided focus. A split second can mean the difference between the right balance of flavors and a disaster no one could ever stand; now that there's someone eating his cooking aside from himself for the first time in years, that seems more important than ever. Maybe he could swallow something with too much seasoning, but he isn't going to give Jyn anything less than his best effort.

Of course, rules and Jyn don't exactly mesh. Even when she doesn't outright break them, she's always testing them, pushing them to see just how far she can. She has a tendency to stand at his back, to rest her chin on his shoulder (and likely rise up on the balls of her feet, given their height difference) as she watches him toss ingredients together — and to sometimes reach around his waist and sneak in what bites she can. He thinks: she's incorrigible in that way.

It's not a thought that comes with anything but fondness, especially now, when the reliable warmth from her at his back settles over him, too, when, during this one isolated moment in time, everything feels easy. Strangely uncomplicated, no matter the war still ongoing beyond these walls.

He feels her shift, one hand still resting on his shoulder (presumably) for balance as the other snakes around, snatching three cubes of cheese in the blink of an eye.

Turning on his heel, he says, "Jyn." His voice has no bite to it; in fact, its edges are rounded out and soft, a blunted knife allowed to be worn down well beyond its usefulness.

(It’s not so dangerous, he’s come to realize, to let that happen.)

"What?" Even without the slight puff of her cheeks betraying the presence of what she's stolen in her mouth, she's trying just a little too hard to feign innocence for it to be convincing. He lifts a brow, but she stays the course. "I'm being helpful."

Cassian can't help the faint snort that escapes him at that. Truth be told, he can't help a lot of things when it comes to her; he never has been able to, really, not since the day they'd met, but now that's a little easier to admit. With a sidelong glance in her direction, and his mouth just barely turned up at the corners, he tosses back, "Then you can pass me the salt. That would be helpful."

After a noticeable swallow, she exhales an equally noticeable sigh (which Cassian, of course, knows is both intentional and for show), but moves as requested, away from him, briefly, and toward the shelf where he keeps his stock of seasonings and spices. Even if her absence isn't long, and she's back by his side handing over the salt within seconds, any absence of her is long enough to miss.

During the transfer, her hand lingers over his for much longer than it needs, her fingers dragging away from his slowly. Her eyes meet his, unblinking, and his breath catches in his throat. With her hair mussed from the efforts of the day, strands of it escaping her ties, and a hint of mischief on her face that she isn't even bothering to attempt to conceal, he thinks — and not for the first time — that she is the most beautiful sight he's ever seen. And —

Like being locked in a tractor beam, he's helpless to do anything but lean in as she stands on her toes and presses her lips to his.

Everyone in the Alliance knows the fire that burns in Jyn Erso — and if the Empire’s turned a blind eye to it before, they’re certainly not missing it now. What she radiates is bright and brilliant, something that could easily spark out of control without purpose, yet once focused, can keep an entire fight going indefinitely, as far as anyone can tell. But there’s a side of that fire that only he knows, the one reserved exclusively for this room; it’s soft and gentle, and as it spreads between them, it seeps into his bones that creak beyond their years, fills in the cracks that he’s long forgotten. Feels like home.

He tries not to think of it in terms of luck, in terms of what he does or doesn’t deserve. Tries, and fails, ultimately, because the cloud of an unfair exchange will always hang over him, but in moments like this, when she sighs against his mouth as a thumb grazes over his cheekbone, he isn’t thinking at all.

Moments like this, which, of course, aren’t meant to last.

Just at the periphery of his awareness, he picks up on a subtle scent of something just beginning to burn, and so draws himself away from Jyn to turn his focus back to the cooktop. Even if there’s no verbal protest from her as he does, he knows how she’s looking at him without glancing back to confirm: there has to be a knit to her brow, and her mouth has definitely been set in a firm line.

On his own mouth, a smile tugs, visibly, at the corners.

They’re both silent for a time as he stirs, adding one pinch of the salt he’d been handed, and then another. Neither of them are excessively talkative people, so they can exist like this comfortably, but even so, there’s something that lingers in the air between them well beyond the end of the kiss. Something… unfinished.

And in the end, it’s incredibly distracting.

(That’s something that would usually annoy him, being distracted, and would still, coming from anyone else. But since it’s her, it’s different. Just like so much seems to be.)

Flipping the burners down, he shifts his attention back to Jyn easily, wasting no time in taking her into his arms and pulling her close, in returning her fire to him. It settles with no hesitation — as if it’d never left at all. He leans in, says low and hot into her ear:

"Ten minutes to simmer."

The glint in her eyes that flick up to meet his as he pulls his face back tells him that she’s reading him. She always does; they barely even need words to speak at this point. Still, she draws closer, until their lips almost touch, and murmurs, "That's all the time you need, surely."

He slips a hand under her shirt, smile curling into a smirk at the way she gasps as his fingers move over bare skin. The message has been communicated, loud and clear, but he can’t let the challenge go unanswered. "I don't even need that much."

Whatever she has to say to that is lost forever, claimed by his mouth in a searing kiss that she rises to meet.

And so are all his thoughts as he walks them back toward the nearest available surface, except for one: there’s no rule that says dessert can't come first.

[spyld]

wanted to talk more!

វា (wia/via) is the it/its pronoun of khmer, used on objects and animals, its rude to call strangers វា

however, what makes it beautiful is that you can call close friends and family វា as its also super intimate. our dad calls our mom ម៉ែវា (maewia) which literally means "mother it" which makes no sense in english, but its just a very very intimate way to refer to his wife it makes us very happy especially as someone who uses it/its pronouns in english!

And for other pronouns, the he/she/they isnt gendered and is same word, គាត់ (goadt), however, more often than not you would refer to people by age group, like calling ppl as old as your dad "dad" (ពុក) or ppl who are your friends or similar age group បង (bong, literally meaning brother/sibling, though bong is used a lot as a friendly you too)

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when learning or using google translate, "you" is always translated as អ្នក (nek) which is more used as an indirect you (like refering to someone youre not talking directly to) or as a general you. You wouldnt rlly use it if speaking to the person.

Loving the different usage of pronouns :))

[mightymizora]

Haarlep knows of all the souls that pass through into the hells. They know of every contract, every default, every move of the bead of an abacus. The boy is a relatively new addition, perhaps a decade into his stay, long enough to have cracked edges but not enough time for the light to have died completely.

“Gortash. My name is Gortash.”

“Ah, Gortash.” An affected name; the true name is burned into the parchment and is eternally inescapable. “Of course. And why are you in the Master’s chambers, dear Gortash? What brings you into the heart of the nest?”

The boy juts out his chin. It is weaker than he thinks it is. “I want to learn from you.”

“Learn from me?”

“Yes. About. Well. I want to learn about sex. I want to learn from you.”

They laugh, they can’t help but laugh, and honestly they would feel bad about it if it wasn’t just so funny . The boy’s lips turn into a soft snarl, and Haarlep tries to regain themself. “You want to learn about sex? Why, surely there are other prisoners whose groping touch you could seek? There are penitents of all kinds whose hands are never far from their own bodies, I’m sure some of them would happily share in kind.”

“I want to learn from you. You exist for pleasure, isn’t that right? I don’t want to rut on the floor of a dungeon. I want to learn how to… give pleasure.”

For the DVD commentary meme

Answering this director's cut question... about my fics!

Oh, Clever Boy. So this is a kinkmeme fill that has grown out of control. I saw it and thought ah, a soulmate, because I had previously made a very, very brief mention of the idea of Gortash escaping hell with the aid of Haarlep in my character study piece Even if Love. It's now planned to be five parts long...

In this bit I was really interested in highlighting the discrepancy between what Gortash thinks he knows about Haarlep, and what Haarlep really is. They may be crafted for desire, but they are really all about power. They feed on people's lust, their greed, their vanities. Ostensibly a gift from daddy Mephistopheles to his wayward son, Haarlep is truthfully a spy, an information broker, the true power behind the throne. He is a true devil after all, where Raphael is a mere cambion, and it is an agreed upon relationship that Haarlep indulges (surely?) because there is a higher purpose to it.

So for little Enver Flymm... apologies, Gortash... to walk in and say I want to learn about sex? Which is the basest, most naïve interpretation of what a being like Haarlep truly trades in? Ridiculous. But for Haarlep to see the potential of this boy to learn about true desires, to learn about power and the trading of status? When they realise that is what the boy really wants to know? Now that is delicious.

Incidentally, I've had a blast writing Haarlep. I wasn't sure how it would go but I find it so utterly enjoyable with every line. The undercurrent of malevolence mixed with the sheer enjoyment of it all has been so yummy. There's basically no stakes for them in this. What's Raphael going to do? Cry to daddy? Haarlep will have their fun, and that is that.

[emilykaldwen]

(@queen--kenobi) 3, 7, and 18 for the fic writer asks!

Thanks so much!!!!!

Questions for fic writers

3. Are there any specific themes you enjoy exploring in your fics?

Oh this is a good one. I really love exploring hope and how that can change a person. What it means to come from the darkest parts of you, where you feel like you can't breathe, and find the will to make it, to have your eyes open to so much more. I also really love the way love transforms us for the better, as a reflection of things I've gone through in my lowest times. I feel like it just hits so good.

7. How do you handle writer's block or moments of creative stagnation?

I do something creative that isn't revolved around writing. I make dollhouses, I book bind, I play video games, I read, I binge watch TV shows. It's vital to not have writing be your only hobby. You must fill your creative well and I think writer's block isn't so much a block as it is a burn out symptom because your gas tank is empty.

18. Are there any fics or authors that have been particularly influential or inspiring to you?

So Laini Taylor, who wrote The Daughter of Smoke and Bone (an amazing series go check it out) really infused the have hope and survive that I love and it meant the world to me. She has a multi-world spanning conflict that is just so well done and so intricately woven.

On a personal level, @acrossthesestars changed me so much. She helped me realize it's okay to write happy endings in fic, and that it's okay to love the fanciful and the romance. It's okay to have fun.