#these are just for filling up space bc i dont want this to be visible without pressing see more or whatever

[oh-mother-i-cannot-weave]

ugly sobbing

[crest-of-gautier]

i did a bit of replaying of fes today and let me tell you I AM THE HAPPIEST LIZZY to have walked the earth!!! I LOVE THIS GAME!!! even if i only played the first four days (im on april 18th and i did NOT go up to the 4th floor to talk to ikutsuki). random talking under the cut...

i genuinely think that the animated cutscenes in fes still hold up. im so charmed by the manga panel expression cut ins + the little 💦❓⁉ types of emotes that pop over the characters heads and the waist-up portraits. and i unironically love the models they're really cute. minato is too cute he's too perfect for my eyes i think he needs to be blown up immediately.

i think it's really neat to see the different social links and other party members very briefly in those "minato walks through (xyz) location" scenes. i was so excited 2 see them i was like!! visible exclamation point over my head bc i do treasure some of these SLs so much...

for shits and giggles on the full moon on the 9th, when you're supposed to be running up to the 5th floor. i decided to walk around the second floor and interact with things. i really enjoyed the additional dialogue bits from yukari there.

honestly a common trend that seems to happen a lot whenever i play p3 is just a spike in my love for yukari. like. i already love her a lot as is but whenever i see her dialogue again i just am filled with so much overwhelming love for how much she sticks to her values i just think it's so so nice how much she values honesty and transparency and i think i would like to try and articulate it better at some other point. she's so good.

and i think whenever i see the yukari moments from playing through p3 it always makes me so... (microwaves myself and blows up), i guess, disgruntled? that she got shafted SO hard in the movies like damn no wonder why i didn't really get into her brain space they barely gave us any time to peel her brain layers 😭 (though this is hardly exclusive to yukari).

ANYWAY my replay will probably be a very slow one, i really enjoy sitting through cutscenes and thinking about them and uh! persona has a lot of them. i think it'll be nice to do this in the evenings sometimes, though. i forgor how good the opening to the game was it's such a fun way to throw the player into the experience.

AND!!! it's definitely causing my brain chemicals to jump for joy and yipee over art ideas like OHHH IM SO!!! i love interacting with the source material again it's so nice to be reminded of the bits that resonated with you or things that you might've glossed over yet still are significant in the grand scheme of things. i've wanted to draw p3 again but when a lot of my ideas were just hanging around in my brain for a year or two sometimes i get attached 2 how it looks in my head and dont think ill b able to translate that so. its nice. 2 have new ideas on the chopping block.

GOD i love p3 and hmgnhh. i will always love to revisit fes i think. even though reload will be a thing. i think i am oddly entranced by how "dated" some of these mechanics are. like tiredness. or no part-time job. or the no party control. its such a fun way of informing minato's characterization that isn't really there when you try to make p3 closer to "modernsona" methinks BUT ANYWAY. thats all from me.

[sleepypeaky]

amore e famiglia

Michael gray x italian-american male reader

request: My gay italian ass self would LOVE a Micheal Gray fic, but like, not sure he would like a guy who's italian after that fucking Luca incident.. and I dont know if you write for mlm..

a/n: ok so i fuckign wrote this BEFORE i wrote amore and i never fucking posted this klfdsgjdlskfgjkldf im such a fuckign idiot

 (original a/n) this is very obviously a projection and naturally i chose a dinner scene to potray this bcs ... italian. I hope you dont mind that i added siblings, i wanted it to have a larger 1920s family vibe. Dedicated to all of my italian american gays ✌️we be lit

Part 1/prequel

1928?

Before you knocked on the door you turned to michael, giving him yet another disclaimer. 

You took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Ma i’m here!” You called.

The door opened into a small foyer area, then up ahead was the living room, kitchen, and around the corner to the right was the dining room and bedrooms. Your mother hurried out of the kitchen wiping her hands on her apron. 

“(y/n) bambino!” She cooed in her light accent as she pulled you in for a big hug and kissed your cheeks fervently. She held you at the shoulders when she pulled back to inspect you for damage. Then she remembered Michael.

“You must be Michael!” She abandoned you and went to make her attack on him, which was difficult considering he was a good foot taller than her. Nevertheless, she gave him a once-over and let out an incoherent exclamation of satisfaction, then she pulled his face down to plant a kiss on either cheek.

“I see you are a good strong boy. You take care of my son!” Then she hurried off to set the dining room table.

You turned to Michael, “Well that went pretty well.”

You helped michael find a hook for his coat and then led him into the living room.

Your father in a chair in the corner, muttering at the newspaper held up to his face.

“Hiya Pop.”

He looked up and seemed to suddenly remember that company was coming over. He folded the paper and stood up, saying a brief hello to you accompanied with a light pinch and slap of your cheek. He held out his hand to michael who shook it. 

“Nice to meet you sir.” He said. You laughed at his formality.

Your father smiled and nodded his head satisfactorily, he clapped a hand on michael’s shoulder. “You see,” he was talking to you “words of respect! I like the look of you Michael.”

“Thank you sir.”

Your father was called out of the room to assist your mother and you had a minute alone with Michael.

“You see, It’s not going so bad!” He said to you and squeezed your hand.

“True,” You sighed “But just wait until my sisters get here.”

-

“Nonna!” You called loudly as you stepped into the kitchen. The small woman was stirring something in a pot that looked twice her size. She let out a cry of excitement when she saw you both. She hobbled over and reached up to pinch your cheek and said an affectionate “faccia brutto!”

[faccia brutto is a term of endearment, but basically means ‘you’re ugly’]

Your grandmother now turned to Michael and pretty visibly swooned.

“This is Michael.” You said.

“piacere di conoscerti.” Michael said in butchered italian. You instantly loved him more for trying to speak your grandmothers language, though, not as much as she was. 

She threw her hands up and squealed with delight, she babbled a bit in italian before reaching up to pinch michael’s cheek. “Faccia Bello!!” She exclaimed triumphantly. 

You laughed, “She says you’re handsome.”

Michael grinned and rubbed the red pinch mark on his face.

-

Shortly after, your older sister arrived with her husband, and one of your younger sisters came shortly after. 

“I have 5 beautiful children,” Your mother explained to michael from across the table. “First a girl, then (y/n) my little boy, then the next 3 girls. But two live too far away for dinner, but we fill space with you!”

Amidst the talking -or should i say yelling- you glanced at michael to see he was clearly unaccustomed to the volume of the conversation.

nonna came out with the pot somehow carrying it before her. she gave everyone a slop of sauce and pasta from the pot, but when she got to michael she gave him more than the others

“Strong boy” she said in a thick italian accent and pinched his cheek again. Your sister laughed. “Looks like nonna likes you michael.”

“So what do you do Michael?” Your sister’s husband asked.

“I, ah...” You smirked into your fork-full of pasta. You liked seeing how michael reacted to that question. “Family business- motor manufacturing, I was just the accountant but now I oversee the New York branch.”

You could feel michael relax as your brother in law took the story- he had no reason not to. 

“Family business you say, I like that. It’s good to keep things in the family.” Your father would say something like that. “Whats the name?”

“Shelby Company Limited- my cousin’s name.”

-

It was over. You leaned agains the door to your apartment and let out a sigh of relief. 

“Oh come on! It was great!” Michael assured you.

You kicked off you shoes and went to collapse on the couch.

Michael came over and slipped under your sprawled legs.

“You were amazing.” You said and you kissed him.

“But,” You said with a grin. “I dont think i can be with you anymore.”

Michael smiled, “And why is that?”

“Because i think my grandma wants you for herself strong boy.” You mimicked your grandmothers accent on the last words. 

Michael laughed, “well thats too bad because she might not think so but you have a faccia bello.”

You smiled and kissed him again.

“Now,” You said. “It’s your family’s turn.”

[mobtism]

what do you think of space and the ocean? Do you prefer one over the other

hate the rdj meme but yknow the version where it says smth like "theyre filled with wonder for the world" or smth like that? i think abt that meme often bc. yeah... thats me

edit: holy shit this ended up being a long post and i didnt even realize... adding a readmore

i love looking up at the stars a lot. i think its all very fascinating and beautiful. i wish stars were more visible where i live... but the suburban light lets only few shine through. i dont have a personal connection to the entirety of space, but stars... suns... theyre very important to me, a part of me. its why i use star emojis for my personal tags... stars and suns have important personal meaning to me,, but i wont get into it now... but i do associate myself with both. while its not exactly space... i do really love the sky. i love to spend time lying down outside and just gazing into it... i feel like a baby in a crib staring up at a mobile lmao. ive seen so many different, beautiful skies near home... purples and pinks and greens and yellows and blues... and no matter what, it's always enamoring to me. and i know its a bit cliché,, but i hope to one day see the northern lights. aurora borealis is a combination of multiple things that are near and dear to my heart: winter/snow... the night sky... and bright, colorful lights.

ive always had a love for the ocean though. aquatic animals are my favorites (alongside reptiles)... and the ocean is so very fascinating to me. in middle school, i had very much wanted to be a marine biologist. i loved learning about the ocean and everything in it. for the longest time, my favorite animal was an octopus, not for gross reasons, but because they are so fucking cool. i used to know so many facts about octopi, but i cant really remember much these days, only the basics... other aquatic animals that i love include, but not limited to: sharks, kraits, horseshoe crabs are my lil guys, my friends... i want to hold them in my hands. crabs in general r so v cool... chesapeake blue crabs are soooo pretty, pelagic red crabs are cool and so funky lookin i love them, they look like a mix btwn a lobster and a crab. however i think ghost crabs are my absolute favorites bc they are like, soooo the epitome of crab. and they come in a variety of colors too!!!!! gosh they are so cool. and they are so fucking neat dungeness crabs are cool too :-)

i also think shrimp are fascinating but i feel differently about them because i like to eat shrimp. manta rays are one of my top favs as well!! love them a lot i think theyre so cool... i could probably talk about aquatic animals for hours but i'll stop here. truly fascinated with all the little guys in there, including the eerie and ominous ones... i love the vastness and depth of the ocean, how inspiring it is to know so little about a world so big and crucial to our own. i have such a love for the water,, it is a piece of my heart... its one reason i love pirates and merfolk, why i would love to be one of either if that were possible. ive felt a connection to the water for as long as i can remember... growing up surrounded by large lakes and multiple small bodies of water too... however ive only seen and been to the ocean three times at the most. i hope to see it more someday, i have a feeling i will.

[nobody-knose--archive]

well i got home a lot earlier than i thought i would today, which i’m happy for seeing as the place was filled to the brim with people not wearing masks. like this place is normally decently busy this time of year but it was packed to the goddam brim today for some reason. anyway! i took pictures of the place for reference, and whenever i get around to carving the pumpkins we picked out i’ll share pics of that as well. this is lowkey going to be an advertisement for the place because if you ever visit the central valley you really should come around here, especially if you are/have kids it’s amazing. starting from the top.

[image description: a picture of a creek bluff. in the foreground are some ground brush cast in shadow. in the middle ground is some long yellow grasses in patchy sunlight taking up the space where a creek would run if there was rain around here (california). slightly up the hill is a small footbrigde connecting a path that goes from left to right along the side of the bluff. just behind it in the background is the side of a small hill that’s covered in the same long yellow grass from before, and the sky is clear and blue where at the top of the bluff. scattered throughout are oak trees, some small and young, and a few that are old, tall, & mighty. end image description.]

y’all are so lucky i managed to get pictures without people there were so damn many. my older brother was freaking out the entire time about catching corona (he’s nd but he’s in denial about it) and ive decided that for the sake of this post & onwards i’ll be referring to my older brother as Idon & my younger brother as Dr. Lion given that those are dumb unused nicknames we have for each other and it’s easier than referring to them as my older & younger brother all the time. anyway the whole area is set up in this lil creekbed area and normally when it’s winter & it’s not hot n stuff (twas decently hot today, tshirt shorts & no jacket weather in the sun) there’s a bit of water that runs through it. the rest of the time it’s dry and people will walk straight to it to get to the bluffside trail that features a handful of small attractions like a tiny castle, tunnel, metal slide, & other things that appeal to all the children that can fit in them. this place is basically the hotspot for any and all children in this county youve just gotta come here some time it’s so damn fun. there’s even a swinging rope bridge over the creek that leads to the bluffside trail that’s raised way up in the air and is an honestly harrowing experience for every kid who goes across it i could talk about this place for hours. i havent even brought up the train line that goes around the tree farm & things at the top of the bluff. anyway

[image description: a picture of a pumpkin patch, taken from behind a few stalks of corn. the field is full of pumpkin plants with their large, green leaves extended into the air, though there’s no pumpkins visible. there are various flowers i believe to be carnations dotted throughout the patch, in shades of  light pink, magenta, orange, and red, and a few stalks of corn also grow in the patch. in the distance a field of corn that doubles as a small maze grows off to the right, and lining the background is a row of large trees that grow along the creekbed behind them. the sky is bright blue & clear from the upper left part of the picture it can be seen in. end image description]

so one attraction of this place (one thing that gives it such an appeal to people who want aesthetic pictures for instagram & whatnot) is that they always set up little pumpkin people all over the place, taking various poses. when i say pumpkin people i mean basically scarecrows, clothing stuffed with straw & posed doing things, but with pumpkins for heads. most of them are out of the way enough that people cant mess with them but can take pictures like i did here. oh can you not see it? well let me just zoom in for you-

[image description: a zoomed in picture of the scene described above. clearly shown is a scarecrow-type figure with a pumpkin for a head standing up in the field. it’s wearing a rather nondescript grey shirt, blue jeans, and a floppy brown farmer’s hat. it’s surrounded by pumpkin plants, carnations, & corn stalks, with a corn field to the back & more large trees casting shadows to the back, as indicated above. there are also some large leaves from corn plants directly in front of the camera where it’s taking the picture, taking up a large chunk of the picture. end image description]

here it is! this is the only one i took a picture of because it was the only one i could possibly find the time to capture without it being swarmed by other people. i was really lucky to take these pictures without anyone in the background here it’s honestly hard to tell from what i’m showing but there was an obscene amount of people there, hence why we barely spent 1.5 hours there. i suspect idon’s unending stream of complaints and fretting and honest request to tell every member of our extended family that we’d have to quarantine for the next 2 weeks got us out a bit faster than we wouldve otherwise done but eh. that stuff’s especially ironic considering dr lion’s going back to physical school starting this week but hey what can ya do. we wore our masks. homemade by my mother because she had nothing better to do the first few weeks of quarantine and now i’m just rambling about my home life. moving on

[image description: a picture of a string of lightbulbs, focused on one in particular that’s completely shattered. behind, various trees, oaks being the only ones i can name, fill up almost the entire background. blue sky can be seen through the branches of a tree to the upper right portion of the picture. for the most part only the lightbubs & the tree closest to it, taking up the rightmost portion of the photo, are illuminated by the sun. end image description]

this is making me realize i didnt take many good pictures. i only took this one because ive got a story behind it but hey i’ll be coming back this winter to pick out a pine tree probably bc they double as a pine tree farm as well as a pumpkin patch and general creekbluff attraction so i can get some better pictures of the area when there’s less people. hopefully. anyway you see how that lightbulb’s broken? well i being the lil aspiring biologist i am saw a bone lying in the dirt next to our car when we were leaving and immediately picked it up. it was picked clean, almost certainly by ants or something, and i was kinda hoping it was the product of some owl because there are a lot of those in the area around the creek, but my family decided twas but the product of some other family’s picnic there. what it was doing in the parking lot i’d love to know, but i couldnt bring it with me (”that’s disgusting” it’s picked clean dirty & dusty lying in the dirt i guarantee it’s not got anyone’s dna on it any more but that of the chicken it came from) so i take a step closer to the treeline to throw it away. and then of course where does it go after i release it from my hand but directly into one of the lightbulbs hanging up by a string all along the outside of the parking lot. whoopsy. so of course i take a picture as soon as i’m done explaining it to my family & freaking out about doing actual damage to this beloved creek pumpkin patch/pine tree farm. then we have a brief argument on whether to tell the staff about it (there’s actual broken glass what else can we do) and so we drive up to the guy sitting there watching people leave, giving directions, our mom rolls down the window, and i, on the opposite side of the car from him, barely get out a proclamation along the lines of “there’s a broken lightbulb down in the parking lot with glass on the ground” he says “ok sure” and we leave. it takes me like 5 minutes to calm down from that which i dont get because we do a whole expedition up to the top of the bluff to see the construction theyre doing to the train line that theyve been working on for years & we dont even get out of the car to walk around because a. social distancing we already took off our masks & they have to be tied on it’s too much work to put it back on and b. the sheer number of cars there was menacing so we just sorta drove around and glanced down the side of the bluff to the best of our abilities. god that’s a damn paragraph. it’s been an hour. <3 i guess

[mssjynx]

If you’re still doing the prompt stuff can you do 20 for ohmtoonz? And if it’s possible can you make it a continuation of Tease???

alpha / beta / omega au

ohmtoonz drabble

20. I don’t think you realise how good at massages you are but I never want you to stop touching me, whether it’s messing up my hair or fixing my collar. Your touch gives me goosebumps and I think I’m addicted.

a/n; i kinda plan to write a specific continuation of tease but i dont want to do it in a drabble- also bc its not an a/b/o fic haha. but i hope you enjoy all the same!

im also somewhat assuming you wanted nsfw but because you didnt say it, ill make it a bit shteamy but not really shteamy ;)

- 

Luke had been staying at Ryan’s house for three days. He was in Chicago for his cousin’s wedding and instead of staying in a hotel like he’d planned, Ryan had offered his own place to stay. Of course, the alpha wasn’t about to refuse; he’d waited for the day he got to meet Ryan in person and he wasn’t about to give up possibly his only chance. 

So despite the nerves in his stomach, he packed up his stuff and got on a plane. The taxi to Ryan’s address was so nerve-wracking that the cab driver had to wind down all the windows in order to breathe fresh air. Luke gave the guy a hefty tip in apology before turning his attention to the house. 

He waited outside Ryan’s front door for ten minutes. Questions were flooding his head, second guesses; what if Ryan thought he was too brash in person? Was Ryan a beta like he’d assumed, or was he something else? Would he have a problem with Luke? What would happen if Luke went into rut unexpectedly?

Hearing Delirious’ voice shouting: “Just do it!” in his head, he sucked in a deep breath and knocked on the door. It was hard to hear anything other than his own heartbeat but as the door swung open, everything else around Luke disappeared. 

Because it was Ryan. Standing in the doorway, wide green eyes, messy brown hair; Ryan. And all of Luke’s fears flushed away as he took two steps forward and threw his arms around the man. 

Warmth exploded in his chest as Ryan’s arms came up to hook around his back, soft laughter pressing into his shoulder as the alpha buried his face in the side of Ryan’s neck. “Holy fuck,” he said as he breathed in deep. The scent of coffee filled his nose and the underlying spice of omega pheromones tickled at his senses. “You’re real!” He drew back, clutching Ryan by his shoulders as he beamed at the omega. He was shorter than Luke and lazy scruff decorated his jaw from where the man hadn’t shaved in a bit. He wore baggy bed-clothes and the hazy look in his eyes showed he must have only just woken up. 

But Luke couldn’t take the smile off his face if he wanted to. 

Over the following days, his fears, his worries, his concerns; none of them came back as he fit himself into Ryan’s schedule. The air between them was easy and comfortable, there was no weirdness between their second genders, there was no anxieties about meeting each other for the first time. They filmed two videos, playing together and messing around, and binge-watched the first two seasons of Game of Thrones. 

The best part of living with Ryan was undoubtedly the physical contact. 

The omega was more physical than Luke could have ever guessed. He’d touch Luke’s arm to get his attention, grab at his wrist to lead him to the living room when he wanted to watch TV, run his fingers through the alpha’s hair as he walked past, squeeze his forearm in thanks when presented with a cup of coffee; it was rare for him not to be touching Luke in someway and the alpha found every excuse to explain why he enjoyed it so. 

It was the third night that they both fell asleep on the couch, Netflix turning off after some time of them not responding to its reminders. Throughout the night they’d tangled themselves together and when Luke awoke to movement against his chest, he found himself laying down on the couch with Ryan planted on top of him, cuddling down and snoring softly into his neck. 

There was nothing weird, nothing uncomfortable; nothing but a twinge of happiness in Luke’s lower belly that the alpha hadn’t ever felt before. When Ryan woke, he blinked up at Luke with a lazy smile and laughed off the fact that they’d both fallen asleep mid-episode. He complained about losing their place while hopping off Luke so the older man could go fetch them cups of coffee. 

The rest of the day was like addictive torture because Ryan just couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Luke was recording a video for his channel but it ended up being too short because Ryan had dawdled in to watch. Eventually, watching was too boring and the omega had stood beside Luke, humming happily as he kneaded the tense muscles of his shoulders. 

When Ryan had left, Luke practically collapsed against the desk, nerves alight with fire as he tucked his hand beneath his legs. He didn’t know why he was turned on but he couldn’t help it when Ryan was leaning up against his back and touching him like that. 

The omega showed no sign of being aware when Luke emerged for dinner and when Ryan yanked Luke to the omega’s bedroom, he didn’t find any hesitance in pulling the alpha onto his bed where they could sit and watch a few more episodes. 

By the time the third was starting, Ryan was tucked up against Luke’s side, Luke’s arm wrapped around his side and his weight leaning into the alpha. He shifted occasionally, stretching and squirming closer, laughing into Luke’s shoulder. Eventually he pulled Luke’s free hand into his lap and the alpha found it extremely difficult to focus on the TV as Ryan began playing and fiddling with his fingers. 

He nearly exploded when the omega placed their palms together and revealed that Ryan’s fingertips only reached up to the third knuckle of Luke’s fingers. With the TV forgotten, the alpha watched Ryan and when Ryan glanced up at him, their faces were closer than he’d expected. A flush of rosy red doused the omega’s cheeks and Luke felt the sensible side of his brain urge him to laugh it off and turn back to the TV. 

He didn’t. Instead, he found himself encapsulated by the soft shape of Ryan’s mouth, his lips full and pink. When the omega pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, Luke couldn’t stop himself. 

He lifted a hand, his thumb running over that lip and pulling it back out from between his teeth. Shiny and red, there was no going back; Luke tilted his head and dipped forward, watching as Ryan’s lashes fluttered down before he brushed his lips against Ryan’s mouth. He closed his eyes, feeling Ryan’s shaky exhale roll over his lips before he closed the space between them and kissed the omega.

The arm around Ryan’s back tightened as Luke turned into the kiss. The fire itching at his nerves bloomed across his skin as he kept his hand on Ryan’s cheek, holding the man close as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss. 

A shiver rolled down his spine when Ryan’s hands crept up his chest, the omega melting against him as Game of Thrones remained forgotten in the background. A soft sigh pressed against the seam of Luke’s lips before the tip of Ryan’s tongue was sliding along Luke’s bottom lip; memorising the texture, the taste. 

It was that touch that did it for Luke. He gathered both arms around Ryan’s waist, pulling him flush to his chest and hauling him onto his lap. Ryan all but scrambled on top of him, not wanting to take his time as he seated himself on Luke’s thighs and buried both of his hands in the alpha’s hair. When Luke moved to dip his tongue into the omega’s mouth, Ryan’s lips were already soft and pliant, welcoming him closer, moaning against the contact. 

In seconds, Luke was feeling lightheaded. There was something about Ryan’s touch that drugged him; drove him wild. The omega kissed with a fire Luke hadn’t experienced with any of his exes in the past, and when Luke lured Ryan’s tongue into his mouth, licking the underside of it and grazing his teeth over it, the omega moved into the kiss. He slid his arms around Luke’s neck, pulling lightly on his hair as he sighed into Luke’s mouth and rocked his hips forward. 

They went from light, nervous kissing, to heated making out in what felt both like two seconds and two hours, and when Ryan began rhythmically rutting his hips down against Luke, the alpha believed he really was in heaven. He tightened his grip on Ryan’s waist, pulling back from the kiss to draw in a lungful of oxygen and met the lust that swirled in Ryan’s eyes with a stern look. 

“Ryan-” Before he could say something sensible, something like “We can’t rush this,” or “I don’t want to push you,” or anything respectful and deliberately reassuring, Ryan was biting his lip and gyrating his hips down. 

“I want you to touch me,” he breathed and as he spread his knees wider on the bed to close all the space between their crotches, Luke was hit with the scent of coffee and slick. His mouth watered and his spine curled and the limited self control he maintained was only growing weaker. 

The omega let out a whimper as he ground his hips down again. He leaned in and pressed another kiss to Luke’s lips before catching the alpha’s face with his hand and leaning their foreheads together. 

With a deep breath, he visibly collected himself. “I want you,” he told Luke, straining to keep the desperation out of his voice. “I’ve wanted you for so long and I want you now. Please- Please say you want me too.” 

And with such honest words and such a vulnerable heart, Luke had no other option. Grateful for his own strength, he gave Ryan a careful shove and sent him onto his back on the mattress before he followed. He fit himself between the omega’s thighs and pressed down against his chest, rolling his hips against him, grinding his arousal into the heat between Ryan’s legs. 

“I want you just as bad,” he promised the man and with the grin Ryan wore, Luke couldn’t stop himself from dropping down and sealing their mouths. They’d waited long enough. 

[leviathiane]

SHOW US YOUR WROR RAW UNPROCESSED WHOLE GRAIN ORGANIC NOTES

this is going to be a long-ass post i am so sorry to Everyone! i take a lot of notes.

So, as You specifically know (as well as all of my lovely Soggers) I take a LOT of notes. Obsessively. I write fucking everything bc i have very little memory and very much paranoia. This results in literal Piles of notes. Raw planning, on paper, on my phone– doodles of scenes im brainstorming, bulletpoints, entire SCRIPTS– it’s all there but scattered (I’ve got scenes planned in the margins of my goddamn anthropology notes and deciphering it was a NIGHTMARE) 

I won’t even upload all the photos of my writing notebook, because itd be like 50 pages of illegible nonesense. but heres a couple of planning phase pages. (may be hard to read, I dropped this notebook both into some tidepools, into a creek on campus, and accidentally leaked my waterbottle onto it in my backpack :/) 

if you can’t tell already, yes they all look exactly like this. Some are even more illegible, because I wrote them with the notebook half under my actual class notes. Because i wrote most of them in class. During lectures. And pretending very badly that i was not doing exactly that. (pay attention in class please i got away with this bc i was filling up elective units) 

I’m also flat out MISSING a large portion of my notes bc some of it? isnt even in the damn notebook. its on a sheet of binder paper, or on the empty back of an assignment. I’ve now lost most of those notes, but the ones i do still have are just as (even more, actually) indecipherable chicken scratch: 

Wow, how clean and tidy and easy to follow! i am in hell. 

and this doesnt mention the PAGES and PAGES of outlines that are on my laptop, and the pages of outlined scenes that are on the notes app of my phone. if i put them all, you would have entire chapter spoilers up to the very end of the story so i cant post a lot of them– and also theres just a goddamn lot of them. currently i have 16 pages of outlining. There are no spacing breaks. It is a solid 16 page block of text. Looking at it gives me a migraine. 

some assorted notes which i have dredged up from the deleted parts of the main draft google doc go all the way back to when i started Wror in June and they are Barely more readable than my handwriting on sheer account of: articulation is not my strength. These include: 

“Ch 8 plan: sabo gets trained specially, awakens his armament haki, beats ace in a bunch of spars and proves himself to be anything but vulnerable. The boys are like “we fucking recognize that technique ryu taught you before us!!” and goad ryu into finally starting them both on basic haki training, just to awaken it, since sabo already has. Also this is the chapter that ace finally confronts ryu for his devil fruit after ryu confirms that some devil fruit users can’t be hurt without haki and ace immediately catches onto that and tries to slam his pipe through ryus head. It doesn’t work, ryu catches the weapon with a haki covered hand, to avoid turning to flame with hit and ace just gets frustrated and accuses ryu of hiding his devil fruit, because he remembers what he saw in grey terminal and that now that he has seen haki he can distinguish it from what he saw and he’s sure no one could do what ryu did. He calls ryu a hypocrite for coddling them even after telling them to stop coddling sabo and ryu has to sit them down and explain that yes he does have powers and he has been hdiing it and explains his reasoning. However instead of understanding th eboys just get fired up and say they don’t wnt to be scared of fire, especially not when it means ryu isn’t taking them seriously in a spar. Ryu finally agrees to start them on desensitization training for fire trauma. Fire desensitization training happens on the beach, so that they have water nearby in case things get out of hand. At some point ace gives ryu a considering look and is just like “if you have a devil fruit that means you can’t swim either right?” and ryu is basically just like “lmao yeah” and then ace immediately attempts to drown him. Lots of murder attempts in ace’s department toget his older brother to be less of an idiot with little success lol(extra: ace tried to attack ryu earlier both to confirm that ryu has a devil fruit that would force him to use haki to hide it, and because he now knows that he CAN’T hurt ryu without haki and as thus can’t beat him and make him admit he’s awake without being good at haki.)” [chapter 8] 

“Small sabo lost his hat and goggles in the incident and while he doesn’t remember having them future sabo notices he looks uncomfortable and keeps touching his hair and head. Ace yells at him for it thinking he bandaging are bothering him and that he can’t touch them but little sabo just comments that something about it feels wrong. Luffy blurts our that he had a hat, like luffy does, But he doesn’t now ace begrudgingly mentions that they can’t get a new one in town. Future sabo doesn’t even hesitate and just plops his own hat onto his younger selves head. It clearly too big for him, and almost falls over his eyes but he grins up at future sabo and is like “wow!! Thank you! I’ll take care of it till I have one of my own” and creates a paradox like Luffys own hat. The footsteps younger sabo has yet to fill. This HAS to happen AFTER the talk where they explain that future and past sabo are both the same person, to give little sabo that pressure.” [chapter 9]

“(Right after this older sabo takes them down to the ocean so that they can play a little and desensitize themselves and immediately fucks himself over when he goes weak in the water bc he somehow fucking forgot his own devil fruit again and now even younger sabo is on his case about not letting him near the fucking ocean that little goddamn HYPOCRITE—) )” [for chapter 9]

“Ch 9 plan: they finally leave dawn island. Starts with the boys getting a haircut after training and luffy mentions how long it’s been since they’ve last needed a haircut, giving sabo and ace time to point out that it’s been 2 months now since ryu joined them, and that sabo was completely healed by now. The boys are now aware of the basics of haki, and while luffy hasnt awakened either yet ace and sabo both have a little bit of weak armament haki. (sabo won’t awaken observational haki until he gets his memories back) ryu tries to sneak off into the city to steal a boat but his brothers refuse to leave him behind and keep sneaking out after him, not wanting him to go alone and saying that since he’s been training them they’re clearly stronger and he needs to let them do this. Ryu eventually just lets it go because why the fuck not it’s a dream and they make him feel better. They get the boat out on open ocean and finally fucking sail out, cheering loudly, ryu struggling to make them all calm down but also not really trying. He’s happy as shit, and they’re all so excited and happy and sabo dips a hand into the waves and then smiles so fucking wide and tackles ryu so violently they both nearly tip into the water and it’s just very very good. “ [also for ch 9] 

** I flat out dont Have any outlining from before chapter 6, because i only started actually outling chapters after that. i tend to just sit down and Write up until i hit a plot point or writers block and then am forced to actually think it through and plan rather than letting it come naturally. thats also why the quality and editing is better in later chapters despite everything being written within the same time frame. 

besides entire chapter outlines, there are the scene specific phone notes like:

“(ADDED) Right after they leave dawn, when sabo is sure they’ve gotten enough of a head start, he calls Garp. He doesn’t say who he is, but that all of the boys are safe and happy with him and has them all talk into the phone to assure him that they’re fine. Garp is honestly just pissed off he doesn’t know who’s calling and when he asks sabo just laughs and says a disobedient brat before hanging up. “

“(ADDED) TO EXPAND ON CH 3: sabo gets offered the chance to go with dragon, and he hesitates on the offer to go through with his previous life with the family he’s made in the revolutionary again. He almost agrees, because the bought of losing them in this lifetime is near excruciating but reminds himself swiftly that it’s no place for his brothers and not what they’d really want, and he wants selfishly to be with them as long as he Can until he “inevitably” wakes up. The boys are visibly relieved by this, especially ace. (Sabo gets asked who he is by dragon, who wants to know more about the stranger with his son, but dragon has always been quicker to make connections no one guessed and he just smiled knowingly at sabo and tells him he’s sure the other will have no trouble finding them if he’s in need. Sabo in turn warns him to keep Kuma close, and to look for a slave girl named koala.)”

I have…. many of these. I have Many of Everything. 

finally, i have scene doodles. if i hit a bad writers block it usually helps me to sketch scenes or the character designs to regain my grip on what the hell is happening in the plot– Breach of Intention has character design sketches, pakcbond has MANY scene sketches, even some of my nsfw has some sketches. my wror skecthes arent Good of course, I am an art teacher for children and that means i am more often explaining the color wheel and brush techniques over drawing perfect human replicas– and i just dont really make a lot of fanart? ive never drawn sabo before but i sure have a bunch now. i wont include close ups because they genuinely suck but heres an example pic 

So… yeah thats about everything. this is a VERY long post and yet i only included like maybe ¼ or 1/5 of all the notes i have dbskhjgfkjadns lmk if anyone wants more (or notes for my Other stories, which contain NO WHERE the same absurd amount of shit that wror does.)

[strawberryjmilk]

tea tree oil | kim seokjin

word count: 1945

alcohol is mentioned, but no one gets drunk!

reader is of age bc theyre drinking and seokjin is 26

"A sheet mask with honey," you muttered to yourself. As you looked at the message again, you couldn't help but grow confused. "Am I supposed to know what that means?"

Your friend's birthday was coming up, and skincare was the number one thing that was asked for. Which sucked for you because you didn't know the difference between argon oil and canola oil. Though, you were sure one was meant to be cooked with - maybe.

Sighing, you looked up the nearest skincare store. Luckily, there was one close by. Honeydew's was a cute shop, you had to admit. The exterior was a pale yellow, complementing the name of the store. Inside, it smelled like fresh cucumbers and the hardwood floors were shiny.

Even if you didn't know half of what they were selling, you were in love already.

"Hello, welcome to Honeydew's!" A voice called. Turning, you could see a boy with a bright smile and gray hair. His skin was golden and untouched - you wondered if he used anything to help clear his skin. "I'm Taehyung, how can I help you?"

You grimaced. Looking down at your phone, you looked at the list of specifics your friend sent. Coffee scrub, rose collagen, under-eye masks - you didn't know what any of it meant. You sent the boy a sheepish smile, "I have no idea."

Taehyung hummed, looking over you carefully. He etched in closer, eyes narrowing as they washed over your face. You froze - these things weren't even for you! Before you could speak, a sigh was heard.

"Taehyung, what have I told you about personal space?" The new voice chided. Taehyung simply grinned before pulling away. Now, you could see a boy with black hair carrying a box. As he turned to smile sweetly at you, you felt your breath hitch. "I'm Seokjin, the owner of this little store. Can I help you with anything?"

"Uh," your mind went blank. You just stared, blinking dumbly as Seokjin continued to smile at you. My gods, that's one beautiful man. You fumbled with your phone before practically shoving it in his face.

In the distance, you could hear Taehyung snort loudly. You shot a glare his way as Seokjin looked over the small list. Winking at you, Taehyung waddled to the back of the room, leaving just you and Seokjin. You didn't know whether to thank him, or yell at him.

"Let's see," Seokjin hummed. He was focused on your phone, the screen reflecting in his eyes lightly. You wanted to punch yourself when your thoughts compared his eyes to stars - what kind of hopeless romantic did you think you were? "This way - what was your name again?"

You hoped your voice wouldn't falter - "Y/N."

"Y/N," Seokjin smiled. You returned the smile awkwardly - why did your name sound nicer when he said it? "Well, Y/N, your friend said they prefer brightening agents, but didn't add any on the list. Do you know why they wanted it?"

You felt like you were being interrogated, honestly. Still, you answered. "Acne scars."

"Ah," Seokjin let out a noise of realization. He sent another smile your way - you hated to admit it had you briefly stunned. He led you to a different part of the store, muttering to himself in thought. "Lemon, aloe, and vitamin c are all good for that. Just take your pick."

You looked at all of the different bottles warily. You picked one up, only to put it back down immediately. That smells awful - Seokjin laughed at the look on your face. You finally picked out a bottle of oil and a small spray bottle - toner, Seokjin said.

Leading you to a different part of the store, you were met with a different array of smells. Sweet, fruity, floral; they all gathered together nicely. You breathed in, a small trill of appreciation escaping your throat.

"Of course, skincare doesn't focus solely on the face. Moisturizing and loving the rest of your body is just as important. To your right, bath bombs - and, your left, lotions and creams. Take your pick," Seokjin said. He looked at you, watching as you wandered around, picking up and smelling everything you could. Seokjin bit his lip, speaking up after a moment. "Get something for yourself, too. That's not me trying to make extra money, either. It's just- everyone deserves self love."

You turned to look at him, smiling gently before turning back to look at everything. You picked out a few bath bombs for your friend, picking up a few that caught your interest for yourself. An arm came in focus on your left, holding a bottle of lotion. Seokjin smiled when you looked at him - why does he keep smiling at me?

"Chamomile," he said softly. You took the bottle, popping the lid open so you could smell it. You hummed, nodding as you turned it over to look at the ingredients. "It's supposed to help you sleep. Or it just smells nice - either one."

You snorted, "smells like tea, but I like it."

You were soon checking out, enjoying the purchases you made. You were happy that Seokjin was there to help you - you would have been stuck otherwise. You could see Seokjin hesitating, biting his lip as he glanced from you to the bag he was putting your things in.

"Um, would it be too forward-" Seokjin cut himself off. He let out a sigh and peered at you through his lashes. From where you stood, you could see Taehyung peeking from the other side of the room, wiggling his eyebrows at you. "Could you give me your number? So I can give you recommendations, I guess."

You took a minute to look him over. He was attractive, of course, but was that a good enough reason to give him your number? Seokjin had been nice to you the entire time you were there, only smiling and informing you of things softly. Biting your lip, you nodded. "Yeah, that sounds fine."

-

Texting Seokjin wasn't as odd as you thought it would be. Even over the phone, the boy was charismatic and tender. When it was actually him you were talking to, that is. Jin's friends - Taehyung and a boy named Hoseok, specifically - had a habit of stealing Jin's phone and texting you.

It always made you smile, though. You'd become close with a few of his friends, and it made you feel warm. Seokjin had you giggling easily, a smile always showing when his contact popped up on your phone. The contact name he had typed in, of course.

FROM: SEOKJIN ♡ my friends and i were going to get some drinks later would you.. like to come?

TO: SEOKJIN ♡ would it be okay if i joined?? i dont want to intrude

FROM: SEOKJIN ♡ of course its fine! taehyung will be there ...i think he likes you

TO: SEOKJIN ♡ lmao no he likes teasing me

FROM: SEOKJIN ♡ oh? about what?

TO: SEOKJIN ♡ so where are we meeting?

-

You could already hear the music booming from the club you planned to meet at. You were nervously tugging at your shirt, hoping you looked decent enough, but not over-dressed. Bopping your head to the beat of the song, you immediately started searching for the group you were meeting.

"Y/N!" His voice was so loud you could hear him over the thumping of the bass. You grinned, shaking your head as you heard more cheers echoing. Taehyung bounded up to you, his grin glowing blue in the lights of the club. Sloppily, he wrapped his arms around you, still speaking loudly. "I'm so glad you're here - Seokjin will stop whining now. Maybe - hopefully."

You couldn't help but laugh at him. He didn't smell like alcohol, so you knew he wasn't drunk. "It's nice to see you too, Taehyung."

Allowing Taehyung to lead you to their table, you were officially introduced to everyone. They only arrived a few minutes before you, so the fun didn't technically start until you got there. Hoseok greeted you with a hug as Taehyung did, and you found yourself standing beside Hoseok as you listened to the conversations around you.

An arm brushed against yours before a hand was placed on your back. Turning, you could see Seokjin grinning at you as he settled beside you. Leaning so you could hear him, you could feel his breath against your ear as he spoke. "I'm glad you made it. I'm about to go get drinks, is there anything you want?"

As soon as Seokjin left to get your drink, you were being tugged onto the dance floor. Taehyung was pulling ridiculous moves you didn't know the name of, and Hoseok was doing things you wouldn't dare repeat. Jungkook came trailing to the three of you slowly, joining in on the dancing.

With a hand connected to your arm, Taehyung had you copying his absurd dance moves. Laughter was ringing around the four of you, and you were convinced you'd never had so much fun.

Seokjin returned to where you were to find you gone. He pouted, his eyes swimming through the crowd to find you. And, find you he did. There you were, grinning and laughing with three of his best friends, not caring about the looks you were getting. Seokjin's heart thumped; his gaze grew soft; his cheeks slowly flustered.

Oh, he was in trouble. You were ridiculous - gone was the polite and confused Y/N he had once met. This new Y/N was singing loudly, arms flailing as you laughed. He was afraid you wouldn't like his friends - they were a little obnoxious. But, you fit right in.

His heart thumped even more at the thought.

You didn't expect Seokjin to be standing behind you. And, you really didn't expect him to be holding two drinks when your arm flew backwards. You were filled with guilt as the drinks slid down his shirt. Without thinking, you grabbed Jin's hand and led him to a bathroom.

"I'm so sorry," you said. Seokjin just looked at you, watching as you frantically grabbed paper towels and wet them. Luckily, his shirt was dark, so the stain wasn't visible. But, you could only imagine how sticky it felt. "I should have been more careful. I'm so, so sorry, Seokjin."

It's okay, he wanted to say. It wasn't your fault. It could've happened to anyone, and I didn't get hurt. These were all options to what Jin could've said - to what he should've said. But, he didn't. "Will you go on a date with me?"

You froze, eyes stamping themselves to his shirt. The bathroom went silent, the only noise being the Boyfriend song that was beginning to play. You looked at Seokjin in confusion - was he serious? "What?"

Seokjin cleared his throat - you could see that his cheeks were beginning to turn rosy. He grabbed your hands lightly from where they still clutched at his shirt. "A date. Go on a date with me - please."

"Yeah," your voice cracked. You cleared your throat this time, ignoring the heat in your cheeks. "Yeah, okay."

Seokjin smiled, nodding slowly. "Alright."

"Taehyung is never going to leave me alone about this," the two of you spoke in unison. You dissolved into laughter, biting your lip as you focused on his shirt once more. The atmosphere seemed to tilt, turning into something that was warmer and softer than before.

You met Seokjin's eyes again, smiling to yourself when you realized he was already looking at you. You would have to thank your friend and your absent knowledge of skincare - if it wasn't for them, who knows if you would've ever met Seokjin?

You were glad you did.

-

bls dont get offended w the age thing - alcohol is illegal if youre not of age and, well, seokjins a Grown Man bls dont burn me at the stake i hope you enjoyed this! it turned out a lil messy and not how a i planned, but i like it!! thank you for reading, ♡

[alphalesbian]

i can tell a lot of my family just doesnt understand gender non-conformity, or really anything outside the gender binary. im pre-everything, very often in “boy-mode” and yet all my best, closest friends never ever make the concious error of misinterpretting who i am or misgendering me or anything. but like, literally all (all) the non-lgbt members of my family literally Don’t acknowledge who i am or what that means for myself, and love to gloss past it or just outright “Forget” who I am. its so tiring. too often i will try to embrace that i am a fairly, exceptionally masculine woman, and someone or something reminds me that people immediately associate and attribute that to being a boy, then Absolutely begin treating me differently or alter their interactions with me as to accomodate for something that doesnt even remotely apply to me. the ignorance is so transparent, the callousness of it is so transparent. no god damn Soul in the lot of them would remotely misgender me or anything if I was outwardly feminine, or presented femininely, or was actively transitioning and on E. i am too often wrapped up in that bubble of self discovery and preservation, that when its popped im left vulnerable in front of everybody, with that gigantic, visible target above me that just SCREAMS “Not-Cis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” therefore allowing every single inch of space for them to jump to assumptions filled with the tar of their absolute negligence to myself and the community that supports me. it just rolls from their mouths and paralyzes me back to reality- the reality that i am damn near incomprehensible to anyone who doesnt understand the non-binary. i am incorrectly feminine AND masculine to them, no matter where i land in this spectrum, someones got an issue with it. the ones who know im trans Dont call me a girl. the ones who dont know call me a boy. if they know im trans, they wonder why i dont look, or act, or whatever like a girl.

i want to be able to be me, all of me naked and loud, hairy, broad-shouldered and taking up space and still be known as a woman. i want to be able to dress however i god damn want and be seen as a woman. i want to be able to, if i wanted to, never medically transition and STILL be known as a woman. i am tired, so very tired. it feels like i owe the world so much Just to be and remain understood. i have to compress myself into these tight corners just to begin to appease anyone with the truth of myself. it makes me such an inward, non-confrontational person. ive learned that that is awfully convienient for the chosenly ignorant. every day and discovery i make for Me and Myself and I is almost equally met with some resistance from some facet of this world saying “but...” and i cant take it. not anymore. i am growing too far to accept these people in my life and still be able to grow. even if it means losing family or people who try but dont try enough. i need to learn to accept that i just dont need that. as the largest part of me still wants to try and teach them and be a proper voice, i know im just far too tired to have that voice be a nice one anymore

bc fuck them, and fuck that!!!! i will grow my beard out 1000 fucking times! i will never shave my body! i will never ever be small! i will not ever be a Real Girl!!! im not your fucking brother! im not your fucking son! i am not your nephew! i am not “he”! i am not “they”!!! 

all this to say i am tired of feeling alienated in my own home, in my own family, in my own body. i havent even came out publically as a lesbian yet. god knows how theyll rationalize that one! its frightening how low the number of people in my life truly deserve me and the energy i give them. how much of myself have i missed in trying to be understood? i need to get out more, away from here, and away from this. 

JESS (for now)

SHE/HER