#this is a newer ask than some of the stuff in my inbox but once i decided sheena's first partner was an espeon i decided i needed to

[askteamsupernova]

What was Sheena's rescue team like? Is she still in contact with them?

Sheena: I'm very glad Requiem and I moved to Treasure Town, but I will admit I miss seeing my old friends in person. Letters and photographs are excellent, but something about sitting down for tea with someone you love is so very healing.

[writingforstraykids]

Request Guidelines

Since some of you asked about any rules or boundaries I have regarding my requests I thought I'd note down some things for you.

🖤 Please be polite. A small hi or thank you is all I need to feel like a human :)

🖤 If requesting with a reader make sure to let me know if you'd like a female, male or gender neutral reader. Otherwise I'll pick one at random and it might won't be what you wanted.

🖤 I try to get your requests done as quickly as possible and usually start from the bottom of my inbox. If one of the newer ones is easier to write I might finish them earlier. If you're unsure if I got your request, please check the linked request list on my pinned post (I update it once a week at least).

🖤 If you request on anon and intend to send more than one ask, please consider getting your personal anon emoji. You can choose (besides the ones already used on my pinned post) and it'll make it easier for me to keep track of your requests.

🖤 I mainly write for Chan, Minho, and Felix in all combinations (with or without a reader as well). I know I have some soft thoughts for the others up as well, but I prefer writing those three since it's easiest for me. In case you want to request another member as well, consider adding Felix, Minho, or Chan into the mix, which makes it easier for me to work out the dynamics. If not, the chance is higher that I'll feel like someone else is more suitable to write your request.

🖤I usually post twice a week. Tuesday is for whatever long series I have going on at the moment. Friday is for all the other fics, mini-series, and drabbles. Soft thoughts, short imagines, scenarios or headcanons will be posted whenever it fits best during the week (if I have enough to post).

What I won't write for (I'll might add things):

❌ rape/non-con/using someone without aftercare

❌ blood play

❌ physical or verbal abuse (if it's one of the boys/reader toward the other)

❌ yandere

❌ suicide / death of one of the boys or reader

❌ whatever kinks/smut-related stuff I'm not comfortable with if it comes up in a request

❌ The boys being assholes (for a moment okay, but not until the end)

[stupendousfoxthing]

ugh that last ask was def in bad faith. been a tkker since 2015, fandom isn't a monolith and there's a lot of "narratives" out there, but tk have always been close and spent a ton of time together. the strangeness is that closeness used to be more obvious in official content and then when bts shot to even higher popularity instead of capitalizing on such a popular unit (jk and tae both had huge fanbases individually), BH seemed to pair them with other members. this is just as likely to further BH's OT7 stance (members rarely getting individual promos, no official solo/unit content other than free mixtapes, etc.) than to "hide" tk (also based on some stuff on X about jm akgaes in BH staff doing shady things, potentially other reasons that, again, have nothing to do with hiding tk). but tk have continued to be obviously close the entire time as long as you were paying attention (the way they talk/know things about each other, how they interact in unscripted content/bg shots, the off-screen hangouts, etc.) the joke about not being for the cameras started about them hoarding selcas instead of posting them and jk allegedly making a comment like that during a fansign event, so it just became a popular saying in the fandom. maybe newer tkkers took it too seriously but idts. if non-tkkers are only just noticing how close they are, how is that our problem?? guarantee zero tkkers are surprised by them spending time together, they just have more free time now to get papped, more access to social media other than a shared twt account, lack of official content during hiatus making non-tkkers pay attention to tk shenanigans, etc.

It's even more obvious in the follow-up essay that it was a bad faith attempt to educate me and other Taekookers while trying and failing to disguise it as an opening for genuine discussion. I've only seen a few of these in my inbox, but I've seen many of this type on Tumblr. Like I said, I do believe the "drought" is overexaggerated but it is true that after 2016 there was a noticeable change. Maybe it seems worse than it is to some because the company has gone all in on Jikook content. Before anyone comes for me over that, the travel show seals the deal once and for all on that issue. They are the most promoted as a duo. That's a fact, whatever you think that might say about them. But there's still plenty of Taekook in official content. I've said previously editing around them is a pretty common sense protective measure, and I'm absolutely fine with it. But they're not going to just cut them out entirely. Like you said, there are reasons for always putting them with a third member in photoshoots that would have nothing to do with hiding a relationship. Some. like previous anon, think that Taekook in solo era doesn't square with Taekook before solo era. Not because the circumstances changed or because their perceptions did, they seem to think Taekook changed. It's funny that chapter 1 and chapter 2 align just fine with what I believe about them, and that is the case for most Taekookers I know...but we're the ones whose thinking is flawed. They can't make sense of it. It makes perfect sense to me.

the joke about not being for the cameras started about them hoarding selcas instead of posting them and jk allegedly making a comment like that during a fansign event, so it just became a popular saying in the fandom. maybe newer tkkers took it too seriously but idts.

Just reminded me of why I muted the word selca on Twitter, like I did with "subunit". 😂 Yeah. some things get run into the ground and it still happens a lot. We'll see some really sweet Taekook interaction and people will start screaming about a selca, and I do think it's a joke for a some it's just so played out at this point. I wasn't really referring to the fansign story when I said their relationship still isn't for cameras, I meant it literally as a relationship not meant/conducted for cameras. Their private outings that Jkkrs try to say aren't private because sometimes they have friends along and don't know the many definitions of private that apply to their personal time, that's not for the cameras.

if non-tkkers are only just noticing how close they are, how is that our problem??

Oh they're trying to make it our problem. 😂 I am genuinely surprised by the amount of non-Taekookers I've seen actually acknowledge that Taekook are obviously the closest through solo era and be positive about it, but I still think the vast majority do not pay attention.

[boqvistsbabe]

Update Time

Alrighttttttyyyyyy

Hi everyone, I hope y’all are doing great. I just wanted to make a little update about a couple of things. I’m going to try and organize my thoughts as much as I possibly can so bear with me, please.

Refresh:

For starters, I am going to be doing a blog refresh. Not just like changing my theme and whatnot but more like updating linked posts and things like that to make my blog easier to navigate for everyone including myself lol. So over the next couple of weeks when I have time I will be trying to go through and change/update little things. Just doing little things to make it more functional and aesthetic. I was planning on doing it this summer, but things like work got in the way so it’s happening a little later than planned, but at this point, I’m just glad things are happening lol. 

Writing/Other Content:

Okay so like the refresh I was planning on doing a lot of writing/drawing/etc this summer. Once again, did not happen for various reasons. I still am planning on continuing to put out all sorts of content. I have so much planned that I want to get out because I’m really happy with it. While I still do have plans, for things I am always open for requests for anything (fics, playlists, etc.). I am trying to get a plan together for writing and things to make it easier on myself. To get a little deep for a second, part of the reason I always have so little motivation for writing is because I didn’t ever really think I was good enough/people didn’t actually like what I was writing. That’s a long story short, but either way, I am trying to not think like that anymore and instead just write for my enjoyment, and if others like it then that’s cool too. For my Gabe lovers... there's stuff planned don't you worry

Another blog?! 

I will at some point be “launching” another sideblog. Once again I am trying to organize things and I feel like that would help especially with me bringing theme days back and other things like that. I don’t know when exactly I will like actually “launch” it, but it will be some time/during the refresh of the main blog.

Life Update:

Okay we are going to end things off with an actual life update. For starters, I’m in college now! I def like it more than high school. I feel like I can breathe a little more if that makes sense? Like my workload is a lot lighter almost and my schedule is a little more forgiving. Also with my schedule being more forgiving I will have more time for writing and such so I am def happy about that. I’ve also been having a lot of friend drama going on lately (since October last year) which is not the best but at the moment I am just rolling with it (any of my closer moots feel free to ask if you want lol, I think some of y’all know part of it). My mental health has been like happening lately. Not too bad not too good, better than during high school but there’s things ya know? We are going to end on my favorite update of all… drumroll please….. I’M GOING TO MY FIRST NHL GAME THIS SATURDAY!!!!!!!!!! I am so excited. It is technically a preseason game but still. I am going with a friend (one that is a big part of the friend drama lol) and we are going to make a day of it. I can’t wait for this weekend and I’ll def let y’all know how it goes. Anyway, thank you all for sticking with me and I appreciate y’all so much.

Also if you are newer, I love talking to people so if you wanna slide into the inbox or into my messages feel free! 

Also I’m totally stealing the update idea from @kolsmikaelson so sorry about that but it was a good idea  💀 

I am going to tag some moots, I am totally forgetting some people so I am sorry for that (if y'all could reblog that would be amazing)

@2manytabsopen @krugstrash @jimmystrudel @andreburakozy @sidneycrosbyhoe @fallinallincurls @timstuetzle @typical-simplelove

[writethatdown]

hi! i'm sorry to bother you, but you always seems to be able to listen, if you don't feel like awnsering either don't worry! i just needed to let it out ig. it's been weird lately, getting older, it seems like my friends aren't the same, maybe i'm not even the same, but still, it hurts so much? i get that feeling that everyone's doing their own thing, getting what they want, it's usually such important stuff, and i'm stuck here, with some silly hobbys that im not that great at but it just makes me feel so alive? idk, growing up is so fucked

hi love,

i am so sorry for this very very very late reply. i didn't make time for my tumblr for a few months and answering everything in my inbox is long overdue. of course you are not a bother! let me just dissect parts of your ask and answer them.

growing up is a crazy crazy thing. sometimes the pain of getting into adulthood can seem bigger than us. it is utterly confusing and it might feel like we don't have enough tools to get through everything, especially with people in our lives. suddenly the "forever" or people we see in our dreams start to fade and it's this bittersweet thing you can't stop. it's completely valid to feel confused, lost, and hurt by such experiences and i hope you have the strength to go through them, move past all of this and shed and evolve into more authentic experiences, goals, and people.

we attract people based on our value at that instant in time. and when values change, people who cannot either catch up or accept them will fall out. it's a sad thing. but that also means that new people are out there for newer versions of yourself!

i know you might have already heard that all adults are struggling in some way, no matter how proficient, capable, talented, and organized one seems, we are all in this massive maze of adulting, everyone trying their own strategies to find a path. it's true my love. i know it's hard to accept and the bad part seems that you can't possibly force yourself to accept something as well. you just have to let time make sense to you.

milestones, achievements, goals, the next best thing out there, everything and anything might scare you when you think long enough. especially like you said, seeing our once close friends making waves where you haven't reached yet. a gentle reminder that it doesn't decrease your worth, capacity for success, or your ability to any amount.

please don't disregard whatever is your silly hobby. please don't disown them just because there is no monetary benefit. society's chant of being good at your hobbies has instilled in us to make us hate the act of creation. do not let go of your craft, no matter how insignificant it seems to you or the world. if it makes you happy, it doesn't have to make any sense furthermore.

i know it feels tiring. i really want to insist on i know. and all of this feeling is valid. you will get there in time. make peace with this uncertainty and cultivate the belief that you'll handle whatever life has for you because my love you survived all bad days and every setback 100% by yourself and you can do it still. i am routing for you!

[clouds-rambles]

Eyo,! Is it okay if I request a xiao and venti (separately) x reader that writes and sings really dark songs? Maybe their singing in a different language, so venti and xiao don't understand? If you need a reference for a song they react to, "suck it up" by maretu feat hatsune miku? Sorry for my english I suck.

My inbox rn is filled with such great submissions that I wanna answer them all right away but damn I’m gonna have a fat nap after writing this <3

Anyway hi of course it’s totally cool beans and don’t worry about your english i understood perfectly! My shameless ex-emo brain went straight to black veil brides while I was reading this ask and omg brain stop rn thanks xoxo

Pairings; (Seperate) Xiao, and Venti x reader

Warning(s); edgy songs ig, mention of trauma

Keep reading under the cut!

Venti

It’s not unusual for you and Venti to be humming along to similar tunes though occasionally you’ll hum something he doesn’t actually recognise. Which is rare for him

He probably won’t directly ask you what it is your singing because it’s bugging him a little bit that he doesn’t recognise the lyrics.

Eventually he does just ask you, which flusters you a little. Your famed bard boyfriend is asking you about your own music. You can’t help but feel a little intimidated

A little flustered you explain that you write music and it was one of your original compositions. That makes sense as to why he couldn’t place the song

He then presses you about the contents of the song, to which you explain that because you hail from Inazuma you had decided to write music in your native tongue over the common tongue of Teyvat

Venti is there like ‘wow why have I never thought of that’ he presses you about what you sing about to which you get a little flustered about

“Well it’s a little complicated” you tell him trying to completely dodge the question

“It’s okay! I can wrap my head around it!”

“Well I sing about the bad stuff that’s happened rather than the usual upbeat things you like to sing about” you explain rather flustered. Venti nods along with you seemingly more understanding than you had expected him to be

Although you aren’t really sure how you expected him to be when he eventually found out about the things you sing about

Venti being a great artist and understanding boyfriend sits down with you and composes his own song in a similar nature to your own, though he opts to create it in a language long forgotten, the language of old mondstat and his bard friend

Xiao

Xiao doesn’t explicitly pay attention to the lyrics of songs, if he likes how it sounds he’ll ask you to sing it for him again which more than once has caused you just to become flustered with the fact that your boyfriend likes the way your compositions sound

It takes him a while to notice that you’re not singing in the common tongue but that of mondstats language, which he is very much less than versed in

It takes Xiao a while longer for him to ask why you sing in your homes tongue over the common one to which you reply “it feels more personal that way, if suddenly someone spoke to you in a language of your childhood would it not feel more personal?”

He can’t help but agree, Xiao’s memories tease him with flashes of his childhood before he became the warrior he is now. The memories often show him his mother singing a soft lullaby in a language that even Xiao himself has almost forgotten. If he was a musician he would surely do a similar that

Xiao doesn’t really question the contents of your songs, you seem like you’re putting a lot of emotion into your work, he knows it’s your way of venting. Just like his own way is to fight the darkness that likes to claw its way into Liyue

Though at some point just like how you insisted to join him on his escapades through the country at the dead of night, Xiao brings up your songs expressing interest in what your singing about

Its a little awkward, while on the escapades with Xiao at night you can assess his emotions without asking outright. The adeptus before you is asking you to spill your heart of emotions that you barely have the confidence to write in your native tongue

You opt to tell him about one newer song, you translate the lyrics into the common tongue for him and his eyes read the words

“It’s about me?” he asks seeing through the thinly veiled metaphors. You nod as he continues to read the lyrics. You half hope he doesn’t ask more questions. He doesn’t.

Xiao can’t help but feel like he’s reading your diary with the emotions that are written on the page. The song is mainly about him, your concerns and the traumas that you have to accompany the relationship. He feels like you gave him a tamer version of what’s actually written. But he doesn’t mind. You’ve just exposed his heart for him to see and all he wants to do is kiss you

[slashershenanigans]

Hey friend! Could I have date night with Nubbins head cannons ? Only if you aren’t flooded with requests! (о´∀`о)

no problem at all love! im always happy to write for my sawyer boys :)) and especially write for my FIRST INBOX REQUEST! WOO-

i hope you enjoy <3

Date night with Nubbins head canons:

-so we all know how nubbins is outside all the fucking time, be it that he's always hitching rides and looking for roadkill and then some, after all he is a ball of energy he's gotta burn it out somehow right? then again, i also feel like he would try to be slower on dates with you just for the sake of your own energy. he'd probably still vouch for outside activities though, just cause he's way too used to it everyday. things like picnics and nature walks in less habitated areas of the woods are big favorites. he also would prefer to keep them outside so you don't have to accidentally witness anything...unsavory at the house; he might see it everyday but he doesn't wanna scare you off either.

-this doesn't mean he's opposed to inside dates either though! if the house is fully stocked and its a less busy day for 'visitors', he would love to watch a movie with you! they're all pretty old, some being black and white films of old westerns and horror movies like Red river or eraserhead. He doesn't mind any other newer movies either though, as long as its with you he's pretty open to anything....unless there's rodeo clowns. he doesn't like to talk about it.

-He would be fidgety the entire time, his eyes darting from the screen to you and vice versa. He's a bit nervous being in an intimate space with someone who isn't family, unsure of how exactly to initiate affection towards you. You'll probably have to try making the first move here; for one of the few times in Nubbin's life, he's nervous about messing something up with someone else. if you caress his hand or hold it with a comforting squeeze he'll most likely melt just from that alone, with a wide flushed grin stretched across his face, plonking his head onto your shoulder.

-so, you decided to initiate affection? nice! good luck getting him off you once you do though! once you hug this man he is like a leech. Being in the Sawyer house, positive physical contact is kind of unheard of, maybe even considered taboo. So when you had come along, it was only then that he had realized just how touch starved he really is. Anytime you two are together he would want to hold you in some sort of way. his favorite are most likely when he gets to lay his head on your lap and feel your hand in his hair while you sit down; i say hand cause he would still want to hold your other one. he just likes the way your skin feels. If you're a person who loves physical contact, he is the perfect guy for you, even if he is a bit nervous at first.

-He would want to give you little trinkets almost every date you have! Things like tiny skulls he thinks are cute to you, neat rocks or plants he finds outside, he might even ask Bubba for some help with making a bone bracelet or other type of accessory for you!

-he gives unique compliments to you. He usually links it to either nature or animals or something of the sort. stuff like: "y-your eyes look like the shiny river rocks in summertime!" or "heh,,your hair is r-really shiny n fluffy like a bush! a real p-pretty bush!" or just about anything else he can comment on to try and make you smile.

all in all, dates with Nubbins are an intimate and sweet experience that he tries to make a little more special than last time.

[sibylvane]

What is, in your opinion, the best production of Elisabeth?

this ask has been in my inbox for literally a year and a half … i vividly remember getting it in the summer of 2020 and being SO ready to answer and then i never did ??? anyways i have procrastinated ever since because i have so many thoughts and opinions regarding elisabeth das musical but . the time is here! please let me know if you want me to expand on any of these topics/opinions — it's past midnight and i have a fever so i probably miss a lot of stuff lmao … this is going to be a hot mess!

first and foremost — i have not watched every production of elisabeth out there. i'm confident that i've seen at least two video clips from all of them, but i haven't seen the entirety of the toho or takarazuka ones, for example. 

one of the most important aspects of an elisabeth das musical production, to me, is the way they handle der tod's character. the portrayals of characters like franz josef or sophie and maybe even sisi herself are not really up for discussion, since they are depictions of historical people that, for the most part, aim to be as historically correct as the musical-format allows them to be.

der tod, however, is very much an ambiguous stage presence. (so is lucheni, to some extent — but i will not go into detail regarding that in this post). 

that ambiguity is something that i think is vital to the plot and the way the musical is written. this, of course, leaves much room for different interpretations, which i think is great and very entertaining; that being said, i think my biggest irk with newer productions (@titaniae has said this much better than i can in posts like this and i will probably end up paraphrasing their old posts regarding this) is the way they portray him as a phantom-esque, supernatural being and a bad boy jealous boyfriend. 

i believe that der tod shapes the production and its essence. der tod is not meant to be human; to me, and the people involved in the older productions, he multiple things: the personification of depression and death, yes, but also a metaphor, heralding the end of an era and the upcoming world wars that tear europe apart. in the musical, he pushes people around like chess pieces to shape history — not because he is truly malicious, but because he is death, nothing more and nothing less. he appears to elisabeth and rudolf as the things they desire the most (a heinrich heine-esque figure vs mary vetsera) because he is a device to illustrate their mental struggles and the way history is something that cannot be escaped. der tod tries to get sisi to come with him because he is her mental illness, depression and self-doubt in its most seductive form.

to erase this symbolism of his character, even partially, may take away the impact of elisabeth's story and thus make our protagonist much less complicated and human since her struggles are in danger of being invalidated (this is why i have a bone to pick with the recent productions … mark seibert i'm sure you're really nice but! i do not like your portrayal sorry bestie). having elisabeth's issues personified makes them much creepier once you view der tod as just that: her own mind (and later rudolf's, too) working against her, offering solace that might not lead anywhere at all. to keep this in mind while watching/listening to elisabeth adds a whole new layer to the story, which i love.

if you don't make it explicitly clear that. the 1992 and 2003 vienna productions, in my opinion, did a great job of showing this and maybe that is part of the reason why i prefer those two versions over any other productions. 

that being said, i myself sometimes find it more entertaining to think of der tod as an actual, active character, a supernatural being; i think it's very fun (he does get the best songs!) and the elisabeth & der tod interactions really are the highlights of the show due to their intensity. but like i said — i think the core of elisabeth is the fact that this is a story about a trapped, increasingly bitter woman who struggled with depression throughout most of her life. 

the recent productions + the people involved have made a point of trying to really cement the idea that der tod is a somewhat human being who's just. idk. an abusive dick — he is meant to be an asshole because he represents depression, not because he is a macho man. 

ik i'm going off-track here but ! this is pretty much why i'm scared of a west end/broadway production of elisabeth — since the 90% of the audience would lack the historical context needed to fully understand the complexity of the show, this interpretation would be much more attractive to producers and directors (something we've already seen in most elisabeth productions post 2012, whose goals have been to make the show more broadway-like to appeal to bigger audiences, which has only resulted in the show becoming watered-down and much less interesting) and i fear that a west end/broadway production would cement this interpretation further.

OKAY i got derailed … back to business: 

i usually recommend the 2005 vienna pro-shot when introducing new people to this musical, mainly because i prefer the song order, the set design, costumes and perhaps most importantly — the actors. i do love the amazing atmosphere + the cast in the og production (hey pia and uwe & co <3) but i think the 2003 revival is the most solid production overall. perhaps this is because they got a more high-tech pro-shot and have serkan!lucheni, idk. i love love LOVE maya hakvoort as elisabeth, which i have ranted about before, and i think the rest of the cast (máté kamarás as der tod mhm) complements her very well. i just think it's great. i think that the 1992 and 2003 productions really go hand in hand, though, since they share largely the same set and costume design as well as the same director.

like i said, i have a HUGE soft spot for the original production and i love it to bits, especially for the very eerie/spooky vibes (that, unfortunately, the 2003 production lacks a bit) and as i said, a lot of the portrayals. i especially love uwe kröger as der tod and, of course, pia douwes as elisabeth. the whole cast is stellar, actually, but i think the pro-shot might be a bit confusing if you're going into this completely blind, since it is a dress rehearsal, things go slightly wrong at times and the lightning is pretty dark (which i love as a long-time fan, but i think would be a bit overwhelming for a newcomer trying to get a grip of a story they know nothing about).

i think the essen/stuttgart stagings have their perks too, but i am not too fond of the way they very much aim to humanize + sort of romanticize der tod. i don't really have the time to expand on this rn but. yeah. i understand that it's the point of the show, in some ways, but since the essen and stuttgart productions are so very literal in their stagings etc, i feel like a lot of the metaphors and symbolisms get lost in plain sight. kitsch in all its glory, yada yada. i really like the hungarian 2004 (?) one too, but it's been so long since i watched it that i don't really dare saying much about it?

CONCLUSION/TL;DR: of course i have problems/nitpicks regarding all versions of elisabeth + i could rant about who my favourite performers for each role are, but that would take ages. 

over all, my ideal production would be a crossover between the original 1992 vienna production and the 2003-2006 vienna revival. 

if you want to get into elisabeth as a newcomer with little to no prior knowledge of the premise, characters or the events it covers, i'd recommend the 2005 vienna revival pro-shot since it has the best quality and — in my opinion — the most solid song order and cast. after that, i highly recommend you check out the og production! they're both available with great subtitles on youtube. after that, feel free to go bananas and look up other productions!

[lovee-infected]

I'm about to start my own (twst) writing blog and I'm going around writers that I follow for some advice q*q could you give me any wisdom on what I should do when starting a writing blog? thank you!! I love your works and you're one of the writers that inspire me

Aa thank you baby I'm so happy to hear that I inspire you!! First off, good luck with the new writing blog! I'm glad that more authors are joining the fandom and wish you all the best with your works! 💞💖💞 Other than trying to keep your blog organized by creating a proper masterlist, choosing a suitable aesthetic, having a set of rules and making sure to tag all of the warnings and necessary mentions (gender of reader, n/sfw or trigger warning), I tried to come up with some useful advises that might help!

1) Keep up the great confidence!

First and the most important thing about a writing blog, is to be confident and strong. Look, you shouldn't be afraid of posting your works and sharing with the redt of the fandom, even as they're not as perfect as you want them to be. The more you write, the more you learn! And you'd grow to be better and better as you continue to share your works! Not even the greatest authors had been any perfect on their first days!

2) If you're accepting requests, try to set a limit

Being overwhelmed with asks is never pleasant, if you just open your inbox to face 500 requests you'd be to be terrified and confused and even lose your passion to work on any of them because of the stress and not knowing where to begin from. Try to set a limit based on your personal limits, how many requests do you think you can have at the time without stressing out because of how much they are? 10? 20? 50? 100? 200? Doesn't matter! If you feel like you're fine with huge numbers like 200 and 150, it's totally fine! If not, remember that setting a character limit would not only reduce the possible chance of stressing out and overwhelming anxiety but it'll also help you manage your inbox better and easier! You can start taking requests again just as soon as your inbox in cleared!

3) Try to treat yourself every once in a while!

Working on requests can be tiring and sometimes, boring. It's great if you enjoy working on requests no matter what they are but remember to write for your own pleasure every once in a while too!

Even if you have like 100 requests laying in your inbox, feel free to write self indulgent fics or something that you'd like to write even if it's super odd an irrelevant to your normal writings! Remember that you deserve to read something you enjoy just as much as the others do, so don't forget to bless yourself with that beautiful writing of yours ;) Remember that it's your blog, you are free to do everything that makes you happy or anything that you simply enjoy doing ^^

4) Remember that no matter what, toxicity always exists and it's not your fault

Look toxicity is very common to be found social medias, especially platforms like tumblr in which anonymous function exists. Even celebrities and world-famous artists might get attacked over pretty silly stuff every once in a while so it's something usual to happen! I wish you never receive any potentially harmful or rude asks or messages but if you ever do, best would be to block or simply ignore them! People in this platform can be ridiculous sometimes lol, there are people who DM creators just to spam hate and block the creator whom they spammed after wards lol, so don't even bother t waste your time with such people!

If anyone comes to your inbox/DMs/comments to say something harsh or leave a sharp critique, best would be to ignore them. Even if you like to answer or respond to reply to them tey to be chill and not take them seriously. Remember, even if they didn't like your content they could've just scrolled down without bothering to read your work, so if they had the guts to come and spam you with nonsense just because they didn't like your work, it's their fault! They didn't have to read, and it doesn't even matter if they liked your work or not! It's their problem and all, so remember not to let these kind of people get to you at all!

5) Take it easy with writing

Don't push yourself too hard, remember that not everything you write is supposed to be *perfect. This is even more serious when it comes to requests, thousands of unexpected ideas might pop up in your inbox and it makes it quite confusing to choose what to write or do!

First off, don't be any shy or anxious about rejecting the requests which don't follow your rules or come when you aren't accepting requests. Those who violate your rules aren't worthy of your time and work!

Secondly, keep this is mind that you aren't expected to be able to write everything! Sometimes the requests are hard to write, the idea seems odd or hard to understand, or sometimes you just don't feel comfortable or don't want to write it all, which is okay!

You always have the right to take/drop whichever of your requests and you don't owe anyone anything for this, it's your own blog, your work, and your content. Don't ever force yourself to write something which you don't like to write!

6) Your health is always the top priority

Remember that no matter how popular you are, how many followers you have, how many requests are left in your inbox or how much people are wishing to get more of your content, you're free to stop writing and put this wrong at a temporarily (or even permanent) hiatus.

Sometimes you just don't feel like writing, then don't write. If you feel like you're being too busy with work/family/school and anything please don't force yourself to write! Remember that your real life matters always come first!

Also, you might even need a break from writing without necessarily being really busy or sad, sometimes you just need to take a break from everything, and it's totally fine to do! Take as much time as you need and stay healthy during your breaks. It'd be even better if you don't even think of any new ideas/Aus while you're taking a break from writing so you can fully set your mind off stuff! Doesn't even matter if followers/readers are going to appreciate this or not, it's not about them, it's about you. Remember that your good readers/follwers who understand that authors are normal humans and not writing machines would surely understand if you need to take a break too!

7)Keep yourself motivated!

There might be days when you can and have the time to write, but something's holding you back. You feel like procrastinating over and over at some point lose the motivation to write. First off, that's a really normal matter to see as many of us have to struggle with laziness sometimes lol, but there are some useful tips to keep yourself Motamedi and hyped while you're planning to write! A bit of challenge would not only make it a lot more fun, but is also a good way to keep yourself motivated and inspired!

First, try prompt lists! They've always got plenty of useful ideas and inspirational quotes to use and are absolutely amazing to give you new ideas for a writing!

Second, try to challenge yourself by simple stuff like setting yourself word limits, trying to see how much you can write in an hour, use some suggested words in your stories (ex: Banana, train, knife, turkey) as a small challenge! You can also try small events (like milestone or holiday events) to celebrate on your blog with stuff like: Prompt list requests, CYOAs, character interaction and other new stuff that gives you a better motivation tp write instead of just having to work on the same, usual writing requests over and over.

Also, I suggest putting an specific hour for writing/ checking on your blog in your daily schedule as this is also a way of avoiding procrastination, instead of writing 10 requests a day and not writing anything for two weeks, try to set an schedule like writing 1-2 writings everyday! Remember to put your real life activities in the schedule too so you won't have to go through any trouble to find a balance between your real life and running a writing blog!

8) Remember the crediting/copyrights

I'm just adding this here because I can see quite a few of writers using uncredited art for their stories and it's been much and less of an issue lately ^^;

First off, the arts/headers used in your writing. Make sure not to use any uncredited card or anyone else's edit without their permission, otherwise it's nothing different from stealing the work from the original artst!

If you're going to leave a link to the artist, make sure to check on them and check if they allow reposts with credit or not. If they don't, don't use their art. If they do, make sure to give them a proper credit with a link to them! (:

Editors too on the other hand spend a very long time making their edits and and aesthetics, so not copying their work is just as important as not stealing art from the artsits!

Pinterest is filled with uncredited art and if there's a pinterest art who is not linked to the original artist, putting the empty pinterest pin link would be useless and steal counted as stealing art.

9) Stick with your own writing style!

Writing style is like signature, everyone's got their very own and unique writing style. From the way you portray characters to what elements you use as the story develops, you're totally different from each and every of other authors in this fandom!

You may sometimes wonder if your writing style is any good at all while you look at other creators writings and feel the difference, and I gotta say: It doesn't even matter what others are doing! All that is important, is you.

Don't try to change your style to become close another writer's style, your own style is great as it already is! Even if you aren't yet that experienced with writing and feel like your writing could be better, remember that your writing skills will indeed improve as you continue to write and read newer and newer stuff, so don't worry about it!

Each and every writing style has got its own beauty, not everyone may totally enjoy your style at first but and as you continue to write, you'd get to learn what makes people enjoy your writing even more or how you can attract new readers with your writings, your style will change for the better as you write!

Though it's totally fine if you feel like there are writers who inspire and motivate you, remember that you won't have to be them in order to improve! You don't need to be just like them to be great! Even if you do have some issues like being a non-native speaker which can make it quite hard for you to write, you'd automatically learn and have most of your errors fixed as the time passes. I made LOTS of mistakes in my first writings but I hardly ever make any mistakes now because I'm used to it! Though it was a bit late I finally recognized my mistakes and corrected them! And I'd continue to correct more of my mistakes as I continue to write!

10) It's very good to have different writer mutuals

This one is rather optional, just a small recommendation! Though there are many writers who might recommend this as a rather important factor for running a writing blog, I'd say that this isn't necessary as there are still well-known tumblr authors and even twst authors who gained attention to themselves on their own and not with the help and support of any mutuals or writer friends, so it isn't impossible to be successful even without having any mutuals!

The thing with having mutuals is that it makes everything easier. A totally new twst blog can gain around 100 followers on its first without even posting anything more than a writing and a list of rules only because of being supported and boosted by well-known blogs while a for normal blog without any support or boosting, it may take up to 2-3 weeks or even an entire month to gain that 100!

Also, getting to talk with different authors (especially those who are more experienced than you) is motivational and heartwarming, you can feel like you have a team to belong to. You can discuss different writing ideas/issues/blog chores with them and see what they may think. You can even have their support with new ideas if you feel stuck/unmotivated while writing a piece!

I didn't have any mutuals on my first days either and I admit that this made things a bit hard, but it didn't hold me back from continuing to write! Yet I admit that it's surely very useful to have a couple of writer friends around you whom you can share your ideas with! Mutuals support each other, reblog each other's works and give each other a better chance of having their works read by more users, which is quite amazing and helpful!

11) Go for it and don't give up!

Remember that no one, not even the greatest writing blogs have been perfect on their first days. They weren't well-known back then either! And they wouldn't have been any successful today without being hard-working and strong. Leaving up to the previous 10 rules is the hardest part of having a blog, and it's all about not giving up!

Do not try to judge your writing and talents based on the amount of notes your posts get or how many followers you have, because these aren't ever going to show your true worth and talents! But I assure you, if you continue to write even through your hard days, your unmotivated days and your sad days no matter how hard it's supposed to be, everything will change. The more you write, the higher the chance of having new people find and read your works would be! Keeping up the hard work and believing in yourself is the key to achieving anything you may wish for, even having a successful writing blog!

As you continue to write, you'll get more readers, more notes on your posts, more followers and more people who enjoy your content!

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Like Real People Do

Warnings: noncon/dubcon elements (rough sex, oral), deception.

This is dark!Loki and ft. some Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You’re a temp in Stark Tower by day and a fanfic writer by night. What happens when your professional life collides with your secret hobby?

Note: Brief break from HSB but I’m gonna be working on that today and hopefully figuring out when I’ll finish my other pending series. I need to wrap some stuff up so I can move on to newer series, etc. But for now, I hope you like some sneaky Loki.(inspired by an anon ask) Love you guys!

Leave some feedback, like and reblog if you can <3

It was your second week at the tower. You were still in disbelief. Working with larger than life heroes. Literally. And a paid internship no less. It was like a scene out of your very own fic. Well, those could stay a secret. Especially here. 

The golden haired vet and his billionaire pal didn't need to know about your blog. Or that they were the main attraction of it. Or that you had a notebook in your bag of all the ideas that came to you as you typed away at your desk. And who would guess the new assistant was anything but a chipper upstart?

It was almost thrilling. Smiling at them as the plots whirred in your mind. The comments of other thirsty fangirls. And it was all harmless. Just fantasies. Dreams. You'd get your job experience and be on the way all while fueling your illicit hobby. 

It was busy that day. Traffic came in and out as you waved them along and checked in when Tony buzzed. It was an easy job and time passed quickly with the people.

As you looked up, you almost rolled your chair out from under you.  You dropped your pen and quickly retrieved it from your desk. You smiled up at the burly man as he approached you, a thinner, just a familiar man at his shoulder.

"Hello," You sang as you stood to greet him. "You here to see Tony?"

"Why yes I am," The large blonde boomed in response. "You are new here, my lady?"

"Started just over a week ago," You introduced yourself as he offered his hand. "And you're Thor obviously."

He smiled as the other man rolled his eyes. You righted yourself and shook off your excitement. You glanced at him meekly and cleared your throat. 

"Ah, yes, and this is Loki, my brother," Thor chuckled. "He's the quiet type."

You nodded and sat back down. "I'll let him know you're here if you wanna head in."

"Certainly, but if you don't mind, my brother will stay out here." He elbowed Loki playfully, "He's not exactly permitted beyond the desk."

"It was a joke," Loki grumbled, "Your midgardian friends need to evolve a sense of humour."

"Just sit down," Thor turned back to Loki. "And don't give her too much trouble."

Loki rolled his eyes again and retreated. "Don't worry, brother," He sat among the line of chairs, "I'm not so easily amused."

Thor sighed and turned back as he headed past your desk with another smile.  Loki leaned back and draped one leg over the other. You took out your cell and hid it behind your monitor as you checked your notifications. 

You scrolled for a while and set it aside. Several visitors and regulars passed but a tension remained. The office phone rang and you answered with your usual chime. You turned halfway in the chair as you took the call.

You got down to search through the files in your drawer and as you sat up, you found a lithe figure standing not far from your desk. Loki examined the framed photo of Stark and his lab in London. You finished up your call and hung up as he turned away.

He sat again and tapped his toe impatiently. He ran his long fingers down the lapel of his dark suit as he leaned heavily on his elbow. His green eyes stared dully at the wall opposite him, just right of your desk. You peeked at him and squinted. He caught you before you could look away. He smirked.

You looked down and scribbled along the border of the calendar across your desk. You could sense him watching you. You ignored him as you waited for his brother to return. You slid your phone closer and swiped it open. A message blipped in your inbox.

‘Very intriguing stories’. It read. You hurriedly tapped in a ‘thank you’, hit send and locked your phone again. You stared at the screensaver as it bubbled up the monitor.

Finally, you heard that deep voice again. You glanced over your shoulder as Thor appeared beside your desk with Tony. They chuckled as they neared but Loki did not rise. 

“Fine. You keep him in line and I can put up with him. I let the rest of the team know.” Tony said.

“Oh, you know, he’s not all bad,” Thor grinned at Loki and beckoned him over with two fingers. He didn’t move. “He’s a changed god. Trust me.”

“Mmhmm,” Tony hummed skeptically. “We’ll see but you understand, it all comes down on you.”

“You two are much more alike than you think,” Thor laughed. “You both worry too much!” He turned and swept over to Loki. “Come on, brother, before your sour face changes his mind.”

Loki stood with a huff but followed his brother out; chin held high and eyebrow arched. Tony shook his head and leaned on your desk. 

“Word of warning: avoid that one.” He grumbled and you nodded with a shy smile. “Oh, and, coffee. Please. Need it after that one.”

🖋️

Thor and Loki became another staple in the office. By the end of your first month, you were over being star struck. The avengers, the worldly heroes, they were all just your co-workers. And they were nice. Nat brought you a frap every now and then, Steve always went out of his way to say hi, and Bruce was just happy to have someone who would smile and nod through his scientific spiels.

And your blog was booming.

Every night when you got home, you wrote and posted as much as you could. Your small following had doubled and so had your enthusiasm. You might’ve felt a tinge of guilt as you sat across the desk from America’s saviour or his grungy best friend, but they made for steamy fics. Besides, you reminded yourself, it was fiction. You knew the difference between fantasy and reality.

That didn’t always keep you from daydreaming in the office. That day you found yourself doing so several times as Tony stayed late for his last meeting and you were chained to your desk until he was done. You spun lazily in your chair and checked your phone every now and then. You wanted to write but you didn’t dare do that on a work computer.

Finally, the door opened and you looked over as the two shadows neared. Steve clapped Tony on the back. You sat, patiently patient, as you tore yourself from your thoughts. Tony checked his watch as Steve bid you farewell and waited for him to leave before he turned to you.

“Well, kid, I guess you can head out,” He said. “See ya tomorrow, bright and early?”

“You sure?” You asked coyly.

“Don’t push me. I can always find some colour-coding that needs to be done.” He teased. “I gotta find Pepper before she finds me.” He straightened his jacket. “Have a good one. And wish me luck… I’m only about an hour late.”

He strode out and you stood from your chair with a long stretch. Maybe you’d ask for an upgrade in seating. You packed up your purse and the elevator dinged again. You looked up, surprised. Steve waved awkwardly as he entered. 

“Hey, you know, I was just about to leave and I realised, well, it’s late and…” He shrugged, “You need a ride?”

“A ride?” You repeated as you grabbed your blazer from the back of your chair. “Oh, you really don’t have to--”

“It’s dark and kinda chilly. I got heated seats,” He offered. “But I can understand if you prefer those luxury subway recliners.”

 “Alright, you’ve twisted my arm.” You rounded the desk and neared him. “Thanks, Steve. You’re a real hero.”

“Well, that’s what they say,” He smiled as he led you to the elevator and hit the button. “So, where exactly am I going?”

🖋️

Once you were in the car, you were near giddy. It was a bit reminiscent of your last fic. An indulgence on your part. You resisted the urge to pull out your phone as you smiled at him from your seat, his sparkling blue eyes reflected the street lights. Captain America, the Captain America, was driving you home.

Alright, alright, settle down. He was just a man and he was just being nice. And you were terribly quiet, weren’t you?

“Um, so, how was your day?” You asked nervously.

“Ah, usual,” He said. “Tony’s such a perfectionist. We’re headed… we’ll, we’re due for a mission and he’s been lecturing me about ‘unnecessary heroics’, although I call those my job.”

“Mmm,” You nodded emphatically. “Sounds exciting… dangerous.”

“Surely more than riding a desk,” He chuckled. “How’s it going, anyway? You ready to bring a pillow with you or what?”

“Ha, yeah,” You scoffed. “I mean, I’ve had worse. There was an unpaid internship I had entirely in a mail room. Amazing experience.”

“Sounds like,” He returned as the GPS guided him down your street. “You should see if Tony can show you around the lab. He’s always keen to show off his latest toys.”

“Maybe I will,” You chirped as he pulled into your building lot. “Thanks again for the ride.”

“Hey, I wouldn’t feel right. I was already there and--” He put the car into park as he looked at you. “And well, I’ll be honest. Forgive me if it’s a little forward but… we don’t really get much time, do we? In the office, there’s so many distractions and interruptions--”

You giggled nervously as he stretched his arm over the back of your seat.

“What I’m trying to say is it was my pleasure.”

You looked down shyly. Your cheeks burned and you slowly looked back up. You squeaked as his lips met yours. You tried to pull away but he only leaned in more. While it wasn’t entirely unwanted, you couldn’t help but think of your internship. He didn’t seem the type for one night stands and you weren’t exactly fond of the idea of an office romance; even with him.

“Steve,” You finally parted, breathless.

“Sorry, sorry, I just…” He sat back and looked at his hands meekly. “I had to. I’m sorry if I--”

“Really, it… it was nice but I just don’t think…”

“You liked it though?” He interrupted.

“Of course, I mean, I--” You caught yourself and squeezed the strap of your purse. “I can’t really afford to lose this internship and this could--”

“No one needs to know,” He blurted out. “I know how these things are nowadays. I just… I really like you.”

“I don’t know,” You bit your lip. “I… um…”

“Look, I won’t pressure you.” He raised his hands. “I just was putting myself out there. I guess… bad timing.”

You looked at your purse then back to him. You peered around the car. Who would know? Well, you would and Steve would. Things might get awkward if you were to… Then again, this was a dream come true. Were you really going to get out of this car alone? You couldn’t help but wonder if reality lived up to fiction.

“You’re right,” You said quietly. “No one needs to know.”

🖋️

Steve had you off the floor before the door was closed. Your purse bounced across the carpet as he carried you past the doormat and the flimsy coat rack. He blindly lumbered around with you in his arms, your lips locked together. He fell onto the couch with you beneath him as you pushed the leather of his coat down his shoulders.

He parted to help you untangle it from his arms and was just as quick to tear your blazer off and toss it away. His tee shirt was next and your blouse barely kept its buttons as he ripped it off. You never expected such vigour from him; more a doting sore of intimacy, not that you were complaining. 

You slipped out of your heeled oxfords and he kicked off his own shoes as you admired his torso. Every muscle rippled beneath his flawless skin and for a moment, you felt a tickle of insecurity. Look at him. He was perfect.

The jingle of his buckle drew you back. You bit your tongue eagerly as you stood and wiggled out of your stuffy dress pants. His eyes followed your hands as you bared your thighs and stepped out of the wool. With his fly undone, he reached out and drew you to him. He kissed you again as you straddled his lap.

His hands were swift in unhooking your bra. Another surprise. You always dreamt of the clumsy pan plucked from the past. You dropped the undergarment down your arms as he cupped your tits. You flung it away and wrapped your arms around him. You tossed your head back as his lips tickled your throat and rocked atop his lap. He groaned and ran his thumbs over your nipples.

You purred and felt along his chiseled torso. You pushed your hand past his jeans and the elastic of his briefs. Your fingers slipped below as he gasped against your throat. You gripped his cock and slowly moved your hand between your bodies. He was thick and just as big as you imagined; maybe bigger. 

He bent his head and kissed along your chest. You arched your back and twined your fingers through his hair. You held him to you as you stroked him and he kneaded your ass hungrily. He lifted his ass easily with you atop him and shoved his pants down his thighs until he sprung out. 

You carried your motion as he fell back against the couch. His hands trailed up your sides and back again. He gripped your hips then dragged his nails down your thighs. He nodded as you bit your lip and got up on your knees. You hovered over him and shed your panties. You straddled him again and lined him up with your entrance. You lowered yourself onto him as you slid your hand down his length. 

He squeezed your thighs and let out a long moan as you took all of him. You pulled your hand away and grasped his shoulders. He was a lot and your walls strained around him. You shuddered and his fingers danced up your curves.

“Go slow,” He said.

You nodded and tilted your pelvis carefully. Your breaths were shaky as you lifted yourself up and he impaled you once more. You leaned back with your hands on his thighs as you tried to ease the pressure. His eyes roved your body as you rocked your hips, slowly building your tempo.

“That’s it,” He uttered. 

He explored your body with one hand and his other rested just below your stomach. He pressed his thumb to your clit. You bucked and sped up as he played with you. You huffed as you arched your back and rode him wildly. Your eyes rolled back as you chased your orgasm. The tendrils that stretched over your flesh and strangled you in bliss.

Your climax shook you. He grasped your hips and kept you moving as your arms trembled weakly. “So naughty,” He whispered. His voice was low, dusky; so unlike his own. “So delectable.”

Your vision was blurry as you lifted your head. You let him use your body as another orgasm rose. You sat up as he guided you up and down his cock. You whined as you came and closed your eyes in rapture.

You cried out as you were suddenly flipped onto you back. He didn’t miss a beat as he fucked you into the cushions, your legs splayed around him. His snarls were animalistic, ravenous, as he rutted into you. You babbled and grabbed weakly at his thick arms planted beside your head.

He pulled out and grunted. A warmth spilled down your thighs as he pushed himself back onto his knees. He watched as he stroked himself over the edge and his golden hair fell forward. You sighed as you touched your forehead dazily. He caressed your thighs as he caught his breath.

“Wow,” You murmured.

“Yeah,” He panted. “Wow.”

🖋️

In the back of your mind, you dreaded the early morning but you were too elated to care. Too intoxicated by your lust to worry about the body next to you as you fell asleep. Your double bed was barely big enough for both of you but you didn’t mind his warmth as he slung his arm over you. You dozed contently; floating in a river of bliss.

You woke with a snort. Your face was buried in the pillow and the sky was still dark outside. You sat up groggily and felt your way to the bathroom. You relieved yourself and rinsed off the remnants of your tumble. You stumbled back to the bedroom, eager to squeeze in a few more hours before you had to drag yourself back to the tower. 

You tiptoed out to the living room and grabbed your phone before you got back into bed, careful not to disturb your guest. As you laid back and lit up your phone, you dropped it on your chest. You lifted it and held up the glow to the pillow next to yours. That wasn’t Steve.

You swore loudly and threw your phone at Loki. His eyes shot open as yours began to adjust to the dark. You pushed yourself up as he caught your wrist. A low snicker sent a chill through you as he tugged you closer. His arm snaked up below you and he pulled you against him.

“’His eyes spoke of his sin, but his body promised heaven.’” He slithered and you froze. “Poetry, almost.”

“You-- How did you--” You cringed at your own words; written for your lascivious blog.

“I do wonder what he would think,” Loki clung to you as you squirmed. “I don’t think he’d be so eager as all that.”

“How could you-- You tricked me,” You pushed against his shoulders.

“I gave you what you wanted,” He said. “And you can’t say you didn’t enjoy it, dear.”

“I thought you were...him,” You stuttered. “I never would have--”

“I can be him,” You felt the change, heard it in his voice. “Or maybe another favourite.” His voice deepened and you recognized Bucky’s sonorous tones.

“No, no,” You whined desperately. “Stop! Please.”

“Stop?” His voice returned to normal and he turned so that you were atop him, his arms firmly around you. “Oh, but I am your biggest fan, dear. I have but one suggestion.” He stared at you through the dim. “I’d be a great addition to your repertoire.”

“You’re sick!” You snarled. “You--you--”

“I know your secret,” He sneered. “I admit, your little tales would make for some fascinating conversation among those ridiculous Avengers but I think you might just find yourself no longer welcome among them.”

“You wouldn’t,” You hissed.

“What makes you think that?” He taunted.

“What do you want?” You breathed.

“I’m sure your dirty little mind can answer that,” His hand wandered lower and you felt the twitch between you. “Hmm?”

You shook your head; mortified, shocked.

“You can resist it but I feel your heart racing; the heat coursing through your veins… mmm, that would make for great prose, wouldn’t it?”

“Please…” You begged.

“Oh, I can please you,” He said. “You just have to let me, dear.”

He rolled you onto your back in a moment and his hand crawled along your stomach cloyingly. You stared at him, his silhouette limned in the dull light that streamed in past the curtains. He slowly retreated as he lowered his head. His lips made you shiver as he laid a trail of kiss along your chest.

“Loki…” You whispered.

“Louder,” He spoke against your skin.

“Loki,” You said louder. “Please, don’t.”

He continued his path along your stomach, a hand played with your tits blindly as he did. You trembled as he reached the vee of your pelvis. His teeth grazed your hip bone and you closed your eyes. You caught his hand on your chest.

“Loki,” You said again.

“My dear,” He raised his head. “I’m about to put your stories to shame.”

He slipped his fingers up along your ass and between your folds. You winced as he bent his head and his cool tongue met his fingers at your clit. You inhaled sharply and tilted your pelvis against him. He purred in approval as he swirled his tongue around your clit.

You reached down to stop him and he flicked his tongue. Your fingers tangled in his hair and you urged him on. Your legs bent around him as he nestled between them. He hooked his hands around your thighs and held on as he lost himself in you. You writhed as he suckled and lapped, soon breathless and mewling.

You bucked your hips as you came and he held you firm as he coaxed you over the edge. He was slow to pull away and you covered your face as he sat up in the dark. 

“Don’t be shy, dear,” He drew your hands away from your face. “You don’t have to be with me. I know everything. I’ve read every story a dozen times.” He pinned your hands beside your head. “And I want to live them all.”

He held you down as he dipped his pelvis. You felt his tip along your cunt and held your breath. There was one part of himself he hadn’t changed. The head of his cock slid along your folds and he slowly pushed inside as he found your entrance. You gasped as he plunged into you entirely. He lingered and basked in the feel of you around him.

He wasn’t slow this time. Or gentle. As he thrust, he jerked your entire body and the bed swayed beneath you. You were still tender from before and you whimpered as he rocked into you. His motion was deliberate and deep. He was sure to make you feel it. He squeezed your wrists until your fingers were numb.

“Say it,” He snarled as he pounded into you. “Say my name.”

“Loki,” You cried out. “Loki!”

“Again!” He commanded.

You repeated his name over and over, though you weren’t sure if you were begging him to stop or keep going. It wasn’t long before your core was once more buzzing. You pushed your head back into the pillow and gritted your teeth as the chant turned erratic. You squealed as you came, the syllables uttered pathetically.

He released your wrist as he sat back. He grabbed your legs and pulled them up against his torso but never wavered. He hammered into you as he held your legs to his shoulders and you groped desperately at the blanket. The springs of the bed were noisy and added to the salacious sounds of your fucking. 

He stopped suddenly. A few final spasms as he hugged your legs to him and gave a soft groan. You felt the warmth seep through you. He dropped your legs and they fell around him as he breathed heavily. He rocked his hips a few times before he pulled out of you. You could feel his cum as it leaked out onto the sheets.

He ran his hand along your thigh and squeezed it. He nudged you and when you didn’t move, he forcefully rolled you over. He slapped your ass as he pushed your legs together and straddled your thighs. You lifted your head and he shoved it back down..

“My dear,” He slithered. “I think I might just be your best story.”

[florencefallons]

Life and Stuff

August 10, 2020. The the first day of the most insane month of my life. Of course it would happen in 2020. I hope you’ll forgive me for using this platform as a means to get the thoughts jumbled around in my head out into a more organized form. I rarely ever even use this platform anymore. When I do, it’s to reblog pictures of Carol Burnett or Barbara Stanwyck. The occasional Emma Thompson photo. Never to sit down and spill out everything on my mind into what, very likely, will become a novella on its own.

I’m not a prolific speaker. I trip over my words. I say “um,” and “uh” a lot. My brain is moving at twice the speed of my mouth and my poor mouth can’t keep up. Therefore when I have things on my mind, like I do today, I can’t just talk about them. A) Who would I talk about it to? and B) Even if I had a place to talk about these thoughts, it would come out all jumbled up and I’d end up sounding totally ridiculous and having said nothing I wanted to actually say.

When it comes to expression, writing is where I’ve always excelled. Excelled is a strong word, but when you compare it to other forms of self expression, it’s the only form I am able to use proficiently. I don’t have a vlog or a youtube channel. I don’t have a blog that reaches people. I have no voice. No influence in this world. But I have this platform and it allows for posts like this, and for once, I’m going to use it.

As I said, August 10, 2020 was the first day of the most insane month of my life. More has happened to me in this one month span than has happened to me at any other time in my life...and you’re hearing from a person who was injured on the job and has had a fractured spine and 13 surgeries. I’ve been through some stuff. Nothing with the intensity and frequency this month has thrown it at me though. This month has resulted in seven major events that have deeply impacted my life in some way. Nobody is being forced to read this. In fact I expect most will see its length and scroll past it faster than a fundraising ad for Donald Trump. I do hope SOME of you will take the time to read it though. I’m mainly writing it for posterity. To have a place where this month is recorded, so I can come back someday and remember it. So, with that being said, here are the things that have happened (or are soon to happen) in this 1 month span. Listed in chronological order.

1) August 10, 2020. I was in my 2nd week of work at the new clinic our hospital opened. Working for the largest hospital and clinic system in the state, sometimes our clinics outgrow our ability to contain them. My job was in the neurology clinic. I worked as the nurse who took care of all the multiple sclerosis doctors and nurse practitioners, while answering all the patient questions, emails, and voicemails. We’re looking at about 2,500 patients on the generous side of the estimate. Needless to say, I was busy. It was said many times by coworkers, by the doctors I worked with, and--admittedly--by me, that the job was a two-person job. It was too much for one person to handle. I was drowning fast in a mountain of paperwork that needed to be filled out, messages that needed to be answered, phone calls that needed to be returned. I’d accomplish finishing, say 25% of the work, and 50% more work would come in. I was at the end of my rope. 

--Let me interject here by saying that, over the course of the 16 months I worked this job, I had to start seeing a psychiatrist, I had to start psychological therapy with a licensed therapist, and I was started on no less than 5 new psychiatric medications. Once the correct balance was found, I was reduced down to only 2, but regardless, I think this fact alone proves the point that the stress of the job was getting to me.--

I finally looked at the mountain of work in front of me and I broke. I set up a meeting with my boss, the director of nursing for all of the neuroscience service line (that covers 6 clinics). We met, and I told her “You told me to be open and honest, and to come to you whenever I have an issue.” She agreed. I went on to tell her that I was losing my mind. The workload was entirely too much to hold over one person and needed help. Desperately. I was constantly being interrupted by people needing help with this or that, which was fine. I don’t mind helping anyone, I love it...but it took away from the time I had to do my already overwhelming job. I may have cried some, I don’t remember. 

Her solution was probably the worst idea ever put forth, but I was so devastated and down and overwhelmed, I didn’t really even hear anything she said after I spoke my piece. Her suggestion was that, if our clinic was too hectic for me, I needed to transfer to the new clinic. It was an epilepsy clinic but we had 2 multiple sclerosis providers there too, so I could go there and be the MS nurse there. At that moment, that sounded like a great idea. Fewer people=less stress. Yeah, no. Once she sent me over there, she decided with me being there, they had no need to keep our patient care tech there. So she took her away and made her work at the main campus, where they have tons of patient care techs. That left me and another nurse who, due to a bad knee, did very little that tinvolved getting up off his ass and helping out with goings on in the clinic. He much preferred to sit in his fancy chair and delegate duties to me from there. I was younger, I was newer, and he was--in his mind--the charge nurse.

So, thus began the saga of my doing at the new clinic, the job that THREE DIFFERENT PEOPLE did at the main clinic. I was forced to triage (get into a patient room and go over everything to make sure it was up to date) every patient, draw labs on every patient, all while trying to do the job I was ACTUALLY hired for, which was answering phone calls and returning messages. Which was a full time job on its own. Needless to say, my “new’ duties took all that time away and all my stuff went unanswered. I kept getting harassed by patients and managers that stuff had been sitting waiting too long to be done. 

Mr. Charge nurse, from his chair he never left, didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. “It’s not that bad here” he’d say. Sure, if you never have to get up and do anything, but for me, it’s very hard. I have to do all the job of a PCT (getting paid nurses’ wages by the way) along with a job just as busy as the one you’re having to do. I’m expected to do as much if not more in the computer as you do, yet I never have time to touch it because I’m always triaging patients (half of which are YOURS) and drawing all the labs. Well of course he disagreed and said he helped and I was overreacting. By that he means he maybe got up once or twice a day because someone needed attention and I was still busy in another patient’s room.  My boss would berate me, asking why my inbox was sitting there so full and nothing was being done. 

“WHEN DO YOU WANT ME TO DO THESE THINGS *Insert her name here*??? I spend my entire day, I mean my ENTIRE day, doing the job of a PCT and you’re paying me to do the job of an RN. “Well, *insert his name* says he helps you.” That’s a damn lie and he knows it. He thinks that he’s the charge nurse, he’s older, and he has a bum knee (mind you I have my entire lower half of my spine fused so don’t give me that “I have hardware in my knee” bullshit. I’m full of titanium too. Fight me.) Well, help was refused, the other nurse was just told to try and help more and that he was not the charge nurse, that our clinic didn’t HAVE a charge nurse since there were only 2 of us. Well, he got so butthurt over that, he interviewed for a new job in the same building as our main clinic. He was offered the job. He was getting ready to give his notice and I was literally at the end of my sanity. So I turned in my notice to my manager on August 10, 2020. I told her I couldn’t keep doing the job of 3 people by myself and it was too much I was through. My doctors begged me to stay. She asked if I was sure that’s what I wanted. I said it wasn’t what I WANTED, but I can’t keep working like this. So I really don’t have a choice. “Well we don’t have the staff or money allocated to give you a tech if you’re over here.” So I shrugged, said I was giving her 4 weeks notice and I’d have to leave.

This was a Monday. On Wednesday, she came back and not only gave our tech back, she gave (*insert his name here*) everything he wanted, because she’d caught wind he was getting ready to leave too and she’d have no nurses at the clinic. I told her I’d retract my resignation if she would let us keep our patient care tech, because with her, I have time to actually do my job. She all but said “OK” and to give her a definite answer on Monday. So I did. Monday I told her I’d stay since we had adequate help. Well apparently she discussed thsi with her boss and came back at me with “Sorry, but all we can accommodate is an as needed position or you can extend your leave date and stay on full time until your replacement is hired and you can train them to make the transition easier.”

Are you freaking serious, bruh? “As needed” meaning “free reign to fire you with no consequences when we don’t want you anymore, plus all my benefits would be taken away.” Or, I could “stay and help train my replacement.” Are you out of your mind? Then what? Fuck off into the sunset, your job here is finished? I think I’ll take a hard pass on both those options. My last day will be September 4.

So, while going through all this I was being tested and was diagnosed with not one, but two life-altering disorders.

2) First, I was diagnosed with severe attention deficit disorder. I was told I’d actually had it my whole life based on testing and had never been evaluated or treated. This would have been the 1990s when this started, and I found out my parents were approached about the possibility I had ADD. I made excellent grades, but had major problems with impulse control and talking too much and paying attention. My parents dismissed this suggestion. They did not--and to this day still did not--believe ADD was a real diagnosis. They said ti was nothing more than kids who needed their asses beat and they’d learn to behave. I could not possibly be one of those hyperactive kids who suck in school and just all-around do poorly. I did too well in school. I was told to pay attention more and stop goofing off. I was threatened with spankings if I messed up. So I worked really hard to stop my impulses from taking over. And I did, some, but not always. I got punished quite a bit for things I did in school. Not on purpose, but it’s how I was. And now, as an adult, I was still struggling with impusle control and with paying attention. I still struggled in prioritizing tasks and organizing things. I could never figure out why my brain wouldn’t let me do those things. My PCP said I had ADD--he KNEW it--but I had to be diagnosed by a licensed psychotherapist. So I went and was diagnosed. And it changed my world. It was a lot to process, knowing what I went through as a kid and knowing the punishment I went through for something that was not my fault. I wasn’t abused, I wasn’t mistreated. If I’d been treated for ADD as a child though, I might not have just done well in school, I might have kicked ass. I might have been valedictorian rather than 6th in class to graduate. That was hard to swallow. Yet a relief at the same time.

3) Went to the sleep clinic and got a take-home sleep apnea study kit. It came back positive for sleep apnea. My oxygen was dropping to 70% at night, which is basically hypoxic, and the reason I’m probably so sleepy all the damn time. As soon as I get home from work and get settled, I fall asleep for at least an hour, maybe 2. I haven’t always done that. I used to have trouble sleeping to the point I needed Lunesta for help (although the taste was so bad I rarely took it).Sure enough, I need CPAP when I sleep to help keep my oxygen over 92%. They told me I’d feel better almost instantly. So I’m hoping to go see them next week about getting my machine. 

4) My friend’s little 4-year-old niece died. She was a special, miracle child who touched so many lives it’s insane. She was a beautiful soul. I never met her but her death affected me profoundly because her aunt posted so many photos and videos online. I felt like I lost one of my godchildren or something. It hurt. I can’t imagine what they are going through.

5) My uncle Jerry died. The day after the little girl I just mentioned. I can’t even attend HIS funeral due to COVID and the risk of contamination. My mom is  on a chemo drug for an autoimmune disease that destroys her immune system. So we’re trapped away from everyone (if I want to see my mom that is). 

6) My last day of my job was today, September 4, 2020. It finally came, my time there is done. 16 months of hard work down the toilet. Because of poor management, shitty leadership, lack of care or respect for employees, etc. I offered to stay, but my offer was rejected as it was given. It just served to remind me I made the right decision, even if it was a bit rash. Several others have quit or gotten fired so staffing will be interesting. My old “charge nurse” is about to learn what getting off your broad butt and helping is all about now. They aren’t sending him ANY nurses to help him next week. I’ll be honest, I hope the whole thing blows up in (insert name here)’s (my director’s) face. she is trying to run the neuro clinic like she runs her other clinic--which is TOTALLY DIFFERENT. I thought she’d be good for the clinic, turns out she wants to get rikd of EVREYONE who has FMLA-Anyone who has permission to be off work without fear of repercussions. She wants a bunch of “as needed” staff so she doesn’t have to hire full time people, she doesn’t have to pay anyone benefits, and she can get rid of them whenever she likes “your as needed position is no longer needed,” without going through all the bullcrap red tape the state puts you through to fire anyone. Anyway, bottom line, today was my last day at a job that--the job itself--I loved. The patients I loved, the doctors and nurses I loved, and my coworkers I loved. I have never left a job I loved. It was 100% management. My main doctor, the medical director of the service line, did not want me to leave and keeps asking me to say. I had to explain to him I tried, but they refused. Broke my heart. He’d take me back in a minute though, if the situation at the clinic ever changes. I hope it does. He was the most brilliant, kind, generous, respectful, patient, and dedicated man I’ve ever met. He taught me a lot. I’ll take a lot of what I learned from him with me wherever I go.

7) The final thing has not happened just yet, but it will be very soon and I’m already dealing with it. So September 7 is the 1 year anniversary of the death of my best friend. I still miss her like it was yesterday. Time has, as they say, healed some of the wound, but not all. Every now and then I get slammed with the realization she’s gone. I’ll never see her again. Talk to her. Hug her. Laugh with her. Ever. Again. And I cry and suffer with it all over again. That is happening less frequently, but it has picked up again now that 1 year is approaching. I can’t believe it. My best friend has been dead for 1 year. The 1 year anniversary of the last time we spoke was August 20. It hurts so much. But slowly, over this year, I’ve started dreading getting up in the morning a little less, I can breathe again, a little. I can laugh again without feeling guilty about it. I’ve finally hit all the 1 year milestones with her death (well, as of 9/7). I’m going to her grave this weekend to place some special things I purchased in honor of her 1 year anniversary since her passing. Damn I miss her so much.

So, this month--this whole year technically--has been a lot to process. A lot to find out, a lot to digest, and a lot to grieve through. I keep thinking “it can’t possibly get any worse, maybe things will get better now” and it always does. That trend for 2020 doesn’t bode well with the election coming up. That makes me so nervous I feel sick. But I refuse to get political here. If you’ve stayed with it this far, you have tremendous stamina and I salute you. It’s taken me hours and several breaks to write thanks to my ADD and just being sleepy and falling asleep in the middle of typing. But that’s it, my month inside the year straight out of hell. 

[sergeanttpoliteness]

idk if you’re taking requests or anything, if you aren’t ignore this, but if you are I would die for a classic, upside down spider-man kiss with the loml spider-noir. poor guy would probably be very surprised at first but suddenly its his favorite thing to do. thanks I love you and your work!!

AND➝ mayhaps…. a first kiss with noir? if u have time! 

sorry for answering so late nonnies! i feel so bad about that, i promise i wasn’t ignoring y’all. same goes to the few other requests i have in my inbox right now! 

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➹ inconvenient feelings➹ (spider-noir x reader)

word count: 2.5k

a/n: can you tell i had no idea what to call this lol. i didn’t edit either bc… oof. i’ve been struggling a lot with writer’s block (nothing new, honestly lmaoo) lately and someone close to me recently passed away and i haven’t quite… been able to wrap my head around it?? i don’t know, not to be a little bitch but this week consisted of a lot of school stuff, emotions, and anxiety so thanks @ the people who requested this bc i needed to write some wholesome stuff. also thx at my bestie for helping me out w ideas, ily broz. anyway, there’s some minimum ripeter x reader although it’s solely platonic! hope you all have a lovely week (:

taglist: @marvelousmorales

It’s not convenient. Convenient was that one person with the pretty smile whose eyes seemed to possess an affinity to him that one time at a jazz club, or the singer with the honey voice and smooth runs more soothing than the late night singing of a mother to her child. A poor goon who smooched his fist whilst it collided with his face could even fit the designation, really— but what mattered, the simple component they shared, was that all three were just a speck in a sea with no end; an eternal blue void with only more possibilities hiding in the pitch-black depths neither he nor the light’s fingertips could touch. They were safe. Uncomplicated.

Peter stared out the window, at a completely distinct world, far from a city in a vintage film: the ongoing the mechanical song of speeding cars, the newer and taller lit up buildings, the blinking golden lights, identical to a field of a thousand miniscule suns. This was not convenient. It’s… so different— like day and night, water and fire. This meant to swim out of the ocean he belonged to and reach for a foreign land, to run after a mere drop of water when a whole fucking body existed behind him. It’s not safe. It’s complicated.

Your sleepy eyes roamed the same page for the fifth time with no precise purpose, more disoriented than a newcomer in a large city until they traveled and spotted their true destination: Peter’s own sight deeply engulfed in the view outside, the twisting of his brows every now and then filling your mind with wonder and curiosity at what could possibly be running through that brain of his. You could’ve continued with the ogling like the damn creep you were (seriously, you gotta stop it with that, you told yourself), but you slipped and made a mistake— the most laughably absurd misstep— worse than trying to take a picture of a stranger and then, to your utmost terror, the flash going off— which wouldn’t have occurred in the first place if you’d paid your electricity bills on time. Your apartment wouldn’t have been plunged into darkness, and you wouldn’t have, without thinking, your head clearly not in its right place at the moment, slightly tilted your phone and directed your phone’s flashlight right at the side of his face. You quickly pulled the beam of light away, as if that would work; however, his gaze drifted to you. “Sorry.” You blurted out, acting casual and pretending to focus on the journal on your lap. “You were so quiet, I thought you had fallen asleep.” You lied.

“No, I’m awake.” He said, furrowing his brows to himself— of course you already knew that. You mumbled a small ‘good’, holding the notebook close to your face, like a child staring through the window of a pet shop at some puppies, shining the ‘smartphone’, he’d learned, over the pages. You bit your lip, your shoulders shaking with your surfacing laughter.

“Oh, man, this one’s so dumb.” You snickered before running your finger up the paper, clearing your throat. “October 8th, 1999. Today I came back from my camping trip with Peter, Ben, and May. We ate a lot of s'mores— Uncle Ben makes the best! We also told some scary ghost stories, and I even made Pete scream. It was awesome. You will not believe what happened!” You read the last sentence with a dramatic tone, similar to that of a terrible news headline from a sketchy website, making yourself more comfortable on the L shaped bench seat and leaning into Peter’s side.

Peter tensed at first, but slowly, he pushed himself to relax after you rested your head on his shoulder, a quiet voice in the back of his head speaking against his desires, echoing the terrifying thought that he could get used to this. “I don’t know, enlighten me: what happened?” He asked, amused. You lifted your finger, eyebrows raising gradually, building up the suspense. He waited, and waited, and waited, until, finally—

“I have to go eat dinner. I’ll tell you later.” You finished with an unhumorous voice and a poker face. Yet again, he awaited in silence, interested. Man, you took this suspense thing quite seriously— wait.

“And?”

“That’s it.”

“That’s it?!” He looked down at you and you nodded. “Oh, c'mon! You just gonna leave the reader hanging like that?”

You shrugged, wearing a shit-eating grin, loving his genuine disappointment as you flicked the page. “Sometimes that’s just the way it is.”

“Oh, what malarkey!” He laughed softly. You crinkled your nose— malarkey. What a dork.

You resumed scanning the barely discernible handwriting, the corner of your mouth tugging upwards. “Alright, this one does have an ending.” You sat up, rolling your shoulders back only to go back to your position of hunching over the journal. “April 3rd, 2000. I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long, I forgot I had this journal. Something crazy happened.”

“The end.”

“Shut up.” You shushed him, shaking your head. “'I hung out with Peter today. We rode our bikes, had a race down the hill near my house, and I also got a butterfly to land on my finger. Man, I love insects!’ …and I still do.” You smiled and he glanced down at you, his mouth twitching. A peculiar glow in his chest grew, fueled him after he recognized that you felt comfortable enough to share this part of you with him; an insight on the stories that carved you into the person that you were today, the being that made every classy, pearly white grin and musical prodigy so boring, so undesirable.

You shuffled on your bum to turn and face Peter, continuing, “We came back home to play some more. We were sitting in front of the TV when, suddenly, he said my name, and like a normal person would, I looked at him…” You inclined forward, voice quieting, looking up at him.

“You won’t believe what happened.”

His eyes darted heavenward and he groaned. “Oh, lord.”

“He kissed me!” You cried out, with as much emotion that past you spilled onto the paper with the five exclamation marks and the three times you underlined the sentence. You slammed the notebook shut and let out a strangled clamor. “I still remember it very clearly. It was just a peck, but he fucking… smashed his mouth into mine, it hurt so much and my lip started bleeding and everything.” You giggled, abashed, rubbing your eyes.

Peter’s brows rose with surprise, pondering how an alternate seven-year-old version of him from another universe had more balls than him. He had to admit, though, the scene playing in his head was more entertaining than unfortunate. “And what’d you do?” He questioned, his mouth twitching.

“He was just curious and wanted to see what kissing someone was like, so we promised we wouldn’t talk about it ever again. He was so embarrassed, though, and felt so bad for making me bleed that he almost started crying.” You recalled, chuckling as you eyed the cursed diary one last time and placed it beside you. “What an idiot. I miss him.” You sighed, peering up at him, grinning. “What was your first kiss like, huh?”

It was comical, almost, the raging blush that trickled his face, the greyish tint screaming for the world’s attention. It was just a Peter Parker thing, you guessed: blushing like there was no tomorrow. “Uh, my first kiss?” You nodded. “Well… it happened when I was eighteen.”

You put the side of your head against the wall, eyes going round, your inquisitiveness close to that of a kid listening to a grandparent’s story. “Was it romantic?” You wanted to know everything: who the person was, the place, the context. Did he enjoy it? Did he make the move? And if so, then was there a chance that, maybe…

Unlike you, he did not have much interest in the subject; he stuttered, searching for a way to move on from the memory before he imploded. “I don’t, I don’t think anyone’s first kiss is romantic.”

You squinted at him, noticing his obvious attempt at dodging the question, but chose to spare him. Just for a few milliseconds, though. “Have you ever had… a perfect kiss?” You said, unsure of how to word such a silly question. He shook his head and you hummed, silently taking in a quick breath, your gaze moving to your right. “Have you thought about what you want it to be like?”

Should he say it? He wanted to. He really did. But he couldn’t, even if his eyes almost flickered down to your lips. “Who thinks about that?” He muttered. Perhaps he had. Perhaps he’d been guilty of having the thought slither into his mind once or twice— possibly more than just that. Perhaps it’d pestered his mind as of recent, like that damn small scratch on his glasses that won’t go away no matter how many times he tried to wipe it away as if that would even help. Perhaps it returned as you unconsciously licked your lips and raised your shoulder, a bashful grin growing on your face.

“I have, when I’m bored. An upside down kiss with a cute guy.” You admitted, your eyes narrowing afterward, only just now realizing how bizarre the idea was once you said it aloud. Your impatience throbbed in your head so badly you didn’t mind the embarrassment as much, though. You really were doing this, huh? “I think I found the cute guy.” You hinted, your heartbeat pounding in your throat.

He understood the insinuation, of course he did. But what better way to run from your feelings than close his trembling hand into a fist, pretend to be clueless, and act like an idiot?

“Who’s the lucky fella?”

Didn’t think he was so stupid, you grumbled in your head, masking your faint irritation. You pressed your lips together, sight on your cushions. “Someone I like quite a lot.” You vaguely said, voice distant. “Though I don’t think you’d understand— you’re not one to fall in love, no?”

It was half a joke but half a real question, one with solely one right answer you yearned to hear from him if you got lucky enough. Peter blinked nervously, fear burning in his stomach, clenching his insides as his tongue dared to break free from his control, from his cowardly spell. “Lately I’ve had someone in mind.” He breathed out, close to breaking out in a sweat. He watched how your eyes dimly lit up, hesitance impeding the light from fully glowing.

“Really? And who is this ‘someone’?”

“It’s a secret.”

“Tell me.”

“Not now.” He gulped. You pouted, begging with your eyes. “N-no.”

“Are you ever gonna make a move?”

Peter drew his lower lip between his teeth, feeling dizzy just by thinking about it; the downfall of the relationship once the distance became too much, once the malaise with no cure finally rotted the adoration, infested the heart, decayed it. “No.” Same answer. Same bedeviled word that boomed in his head whenever his emotions were close to getting the best of him.

“Why haven’t you done it yet?” You whispered, not caring anymore about how obvious you were

being. He frowned. Why hadn’t he done it yet?

“I don’t know if I should.”

“Why not?”

Why not? His own thoughts repeated, betraying him. The confusion unlatched the cage, released all the questions and doubts about his reasons and dread. They crowded his brain, rang in his ears. “It’s… it’d be too hard to keep the relationship alive.” He retold more to himself and the storm of interrogations than you.

Your brows snapped together, your own fear knocking on the door again. “Is it not worth it to try, though?” It’s what you’d told yourself: the antidote to unfreeze your limbs and wave goodbye at the concern hanging in there, because… was it not?

In the overwhelming haziness, he finally looked at you. It’s what he needed to come upon a realization, a truth he knew all along but crumbled and threw away. Everything hushed, one single, final phrase in the quiet of it all.

Convenient wasn’t what he wanted.

“It is.” He said under his breath.

You heard him, and your eyes twinkled. “Well, then make the move.”

He couldn’t help it anymore. His eyes found your lips.

“I will.”

You stared at each other for a moment, anticipation never more warming than right then as it fluttered in your chest. To your biggest disappointment, he broke eye contact and stood up. “Close your eyes for a moment.” He ordered, his face indistinguishable in the dark now that he was further away.

“Creepy, but okay.” You huffed, your eyelids fluttering shut. “You better not be running away right now, you’d break my poor ol’ heart.”

“Don’t worry, that’s not the case.” You heard him say. You trusted him, which could’ve been a terrible choice. The total silence that followed didn’t put you to ease at all, honestly. Maybe you annoyed him so much with your questions that he was about to murder you, and if that’s what was happening, you were quite sad, to say the least.

Your eyelids were itching to open and you lifted a brow, straining your ears to distinguish any sign of his presence. “What the hell are you doing?”

“You’re not gonna believe what’s about to happen.”

You snorted at his reference, but his voice was… oddly close. You opened your eyes, and— “Oh, fuck!” You yelped and jumped back in your seat. Damn right you weren’t gonna believe what was about to happen, for Peter dangled from the ceiling right in front of you, upside down.

“Is it too much of a strange idea? I was going to simply stick to the ceiling upside down, but then I thought… that’d be… worse.” He clumsily explained. You looked up at the web he hung from, laughing in disbelief.

“What the hell are you doing?” You repeated, but you weren’t mad— your large smile backed that up. You couldn’t figure out if it was a blush creeping up his face or if it was from the fact that he was upside down. Both, maybe.

“I’m making a move.”

You giggled, glad you confessed what you considered to be a perfect type of kiss to him or else you wouldn’t had witnessed how absolutely ridiculous he looked right now. “So you’re willing to help me check 'kissing someone upside down’ off my bucket list?” You smirked.

He grinned. “It would be my pleasure.”

You bit your lip, placing both hands on his head. “Alright, then.“ 

You leaned forward, the tip of your nose brushing against his chin. You softly kissed the area below his bottom lip to tease him, but he didn’t want to wait any longer. Not after so long. Quickly, he enclosed your own bottom lip with his mouth, lastly fully aware that inconvenient truly was magnificent.

[kanlara]

Reform pt 6

If you haven’t don’t forget to read the rest

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5

After Liam moved back in with me it didn’t take long for the masks to start watching us more closely than ever before. They were everywhere, including a new intern in the office where I worked as an accountant. She was a newer hero and I didn’t know her real name. She went by Rachel the intern around the office but I knew her hero persona was called Verse. Knowing her hero name was vastly different than actually knowing what she was capable of and it worried that she was an unknown. Even Raven had been sent to my apartment to do extra visits. Sending an account summary to a client I let my mind wander back to the first visit since Liam had moved back in.

“I’ll do my best to figure out what the game is that the young heroes are playing, but I can’t promise anything. Do try to stick to the routines that you still have Ryn.” Raven gave me a wry smile before turning to Liam with a glare, “And you, what were you thinking putting her life at risk? You of all people should know that things aren’t always as they seem with the heroes.” He turned to leave my apartment, “Do try to stay safe, both of you.”

Liam locked the door behind Raven as he left, “that man loves you like a granddaughter you know.”

All I could do was nod and hope that I hadn’t made his life harder than it had to be. By all accounts Raven should have retired years ago. He didn’t go out on active cases and hadn’t in close to a decade. When asked about it he would say his reformees needed him. It was true. I did need him. As selfish as I knew that made me, I didn’t want anyone else handling my case. I’d have worried less if there was ever an end to the check ups, according to Raven and several news articles there had never been a reformed villain that hadn’t ended up committing another crime. Just me, it was almost as if they didn’t believe in their own system. 

A soft cough snapped my attention back to the present. Rachel stood slightly behind my boss. Forcing myself to smile in what I hoped was a natural fashion, “Sorry about that James, I didn’t see you there. Got a little lost in thought, what can I do for you?”

“Don’t worry about it, it happens to the best of us. I assume you’ve met Rachel?” At my nod he continued, “She’s here to learn all that she can about what it takes to become an accountant. And you know just about everything there is to know about what we do here. I was thinking about assigning her to you.” He left it an open ended statement so that I could refuse if I really wanted.

I didn’t have any reason to say no as far as either of them knew. I doubted that the masks would put someone that they thought I knew about in an undercover position. It could of course be a test. But perhaps it was easier to keep her close to me and potentially learn more about what she could do. I smiled more, “Of course she can work with me. I’d love to show her the business.” looking at Rachel, “you’re about to learn where all the tricky accounts go when no one else wants them.”

“Oh good,” Rachel didn’t look thrilled about the prospect of actually learning about accounting. 

James smoothly interrupted anything else that she might say, “I’ll have the janitor move one of the intern desks over. Rachel grab your things to bring her, I’m sure Ryn won’t mind you keeping it all in her office here.” He nodded at us both and strolled out.

I couldn’t help but laugh, my “office” as he’d described it was little better than a large cubicle set in a corner so that I had two real walls. Making a shooing gesture at Rachel, “go on and grab your things, they’ll be more secure in here than the intern locker that they assigned you.”

She didn’t take long and only carried a small purse. I showed her the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet and where I hid the key, “most of the people here are men and they don’t think of hiding purses in filing cabinets. Feel free to stash anything that doesn’t take up more than half the drawer. I’ll make sure to leave the key where you can find it when you need it.” 

The woman across from me nodded. She had an almost imposing presence now that we were alone where before she had seemed like she was trying to blend into the background. When she spoke her voice was pleasant, “Thank you. I’m sure we’ll get along and that I’ll learn a lot from you.”

We both smiled at that. Each thinking our own thoughts about how to learn as much as possible without giving anything important away. Once her desk showed up I made a point of asking that she receive a proper office chair rather than one of the uncomfortable visitor chairs I had in front of my desk. When her new work area was set up to her satisfaction I gave her a few of the older accounts to familiarize herself with. It didn’t take long before she had a question, “why is this company writing lasers as tax deductible?”

Glancing over I looked at the file she had open, “ah, they’re a charitable foundation and not a company. They use laser cutters to make parts for collapsible portable shelters out of lightweight materials that they give out to the homeless communities in their area. I believe that they’re trying to set up another location soon.”

She shook her head in disbelief and kept reading through the files. In the time before she asked another question I was able to reply to most of the emails in my inbox, “does this company really do business with the city’s hero organization?”

“Yes.” I looked up to gauge her reaction to this information. She mostly seemed surprised that the information was in her hands. Pointing to a large binder on the shelf behind me, “I have the legal forms about that account in there. Knowing about the account doesn’t require any non disclosure forms to be signed, nor does any information in that folder. But anything else does. You’d have to be cleared by their representative before I could even show you the form.”

Rachel nodded carefully and went back to reviewing the rest of the files. We made it through the day without further questions. If she was actually an intern she would be in her last year of college or finished with it by now. She seemed to know her stuff so maybe she really was going to be an accountant when she wasn’t wearing a mask. I’d start asking personal questions over the next few days. Today was for her to get comfortable with some of the extra information that I was actually supposed to be teaching her about. Thinking about how close I was going to be to this hero was almost enough to make me run for the hills. The thought of leaving my comfortable life was enough to make me grit my teeth and deal with it.

[littlecafe]

a very condensed guide to superstar starship! 

feel free to message me if you need further help with anything + don’t forget to use your coupon code “WELCOMESSS" for 100 Diamonds, 50,000 RP, PCP10, and R Card (help in the read more if you don’t know how to claim)

also i forgot to include info about the challenges and rehearsal mode (basically the newer features in superstar games) so if you need clarification on those please read more:

COUPON CODE

click on the grand opening banner on the side and it will open up the page with all the events and importantly, the place where you can enter you coupon code!

after you enter it in the gift will be inside your inbox for you to claim

CHALLENGES + MISSIONS

missions are self explanatory, you can view them in the missions tab seen on the home page:

there are daily missions and weekly missions, you can complete them everyday to get more cards/rp/etc, and if you complete the weekly missions you can get 50 diamonds!

for challenges there are 2 types:

monthly challenges

song challenges 

song challenges: you get them every few song clears, it’ll pop up like this

you’ll be asked to beat your current high score of the song (in whatever mode the your highest score is in) by 10,000 points and if you do you’ll get a C card, a headphone, and a very good RP bonus reward (2,000 or more!), you get 3 chances so don’t be sad if you didn’t clear it the first time

this is a really good way to get RP, the trick is to keep your scores AS LOW AS POSSIBLE (minus your scoring songs since you still want to climb leagues lol) so you can easily clear them without needing to spend too much RP upgrading your cards

monthly challenges: this requires you to clear songs and beat the score shown in the game within a month, the more scores you beat that month, the more prizes you will get! (prizes are sent out once the month is over you don’t get them right away) 

this will reset every month and next month you’ll have to clear the score again to get prizes! you can view the full list in game but here’s a screenshot of most of them

also this is where you can see what the monthly score is to beat, it’s in the corner of every song above the World Record/My Record

you can also keep track of how many you’ve cleared personally on the home page

NOW THE CHALLENGE PROBLEM

so if you couldn’t already tell, there’s a big problem with the challenge formats....they clash with each other ;o; one requires you to get really high scores while the other one is way better if you keep your score as low as possible

so you have to decide which prizes you want more, but if you want my two cents i would keep my scores lower atm and go for the song challenges since RP is very much needed at the beginning stages (at all stages tbh lol) and will keep doing that until i get good enough decks for the monthly scores

especially since there are very few songs in the game currently, it’s more common that the game will end up selecting one of your higher score songs as the challenge to beat which will be hard for you since then you have to upgrade your cards even higher which would negate the RP bonus entirely...

REHEARSAL MODE

it's completely separate from the weekly league, it’s just there for you to try out songs that you have trouble clearing

it does cost one headphone to play and it will not save your score, again my two cents: this mode is NOT WORTH IT since you have to spend a headphone but it literally gives nothing back, unless you really cannot clear a song with your card deck and would just like to play and see what the rest of the song is like

but anyways if you do want to try it, this is what it looks like after you pick a song you want to try out

it gives you some options that you can pick from, if you’re trying to clear a song then pick the R50 deck, it’ll make it almost impossible to fail the song if you’re really trying so you can hopefully go all the way through!

during game play it’ll tell you some stats to the side as well

you can view the notes breakdown in the normal mode as well once the song ends though so don’t worry this isn’t exclusive to just rehearsal mode

MY UN-FILTERED TIPS

so my tips in the picture is pretty standard ones but some more cheeky tips or reality checks would be

sometimes you can get away with key smashing your way through some parts of the beatmap asjhsdf so if there’s ever a lot of blue notes and you panic just start smashing the screen and if you’re lucky you won’t miss c;

you can combo chain yellow drag notes!! this is harder to explain but basically you don’t have to lift your finger if you go from yellow note to yellow note (you still have to tap for blue notes though so this doesn’t work if there are blue notes), the only video example i can find is from superstar bts if you need a visual to see what happens

the game will not be this generous later on, right now it’s in the newly released phase so they will be giving out really good rewards for events and everything is new and fun but the reality of this game is that there’s a lot of waiting for new songs and repeated events that sometimes aren’t even worth the rewards...but this just means to take advantage of the good stuff right now because it will end!!

don’t log in right at reset, basically most people believe that the good players log in right away or the snipers because they were on last minute right before the league resets so you have a higher chance of running into them if you go on right away...of course this is just to minimize the chances, you can run into snipers and good players no matter what time you go on ^^;;

you can save your card packs in your inventory as long as it hasn’t expired! a lot of old players will do this for comeback events since when the game updates with a new theme, all the card packs (even the ones in your inventory that you got from a previous event) update to include it so it just gives another chance for you to get the new cards if you’re lucky! but please keep an eye on the timer, don’t let them expire or it will be a waste

comeback events are generally very hard to clear and requires a lot of time and saved resources so don’t be sad if you can’t clear these in particular but in return you have a chance to win a signed CD (or other things), so if you know your fav group is coming back then start saving early if you want to participate! (ofc physical goods like signed cds rely on the company and how good their relation is with dalcom i know jyp was really slow on sending out their promised prizes to dalcom which soured the relationship and there was no signed album prizes for months in superstar jyp....)

monbebes you will get attacked by limited edition themes so this is your warning!!! i wish i was joking but basically dalcom works very closely with the companies and each company has their (1-3ish) money makers, dalcom will release a looooot of limited edition themes for said money makers and in starship it’s pretty obvious that it will be monsta x mainly so if you want limited edition themes save your diamonds!! but don’t be too sad if you can’t collect them all it’s the nature of rng and starship/dalcom trying to milk you for money bc they know monsta x has dedicated fans

not really a tip but a reminder that dalcom WORKS WITH THE COMPANY!! they don’t have the right to just add whatever songs they want or whatever events they want, everything has to be approved by starship first because starship owns rights to the artists, the songs, the pictures....so try not to get too mad at dalcom if they do some mega money milking scheme or don’t add songs you like, it’s mainly starship’s decision and dalcom just has to go with it

also reminder limited edition themes aren’t any better than normal ones lmao it just comes with a pretty border and are ~limited~ so go for it if you like the look if not you’re not really put behind or anything

and of course don’t forget this is a game, don’t worry too much about how others are progressing and don’t be disheartened if you can’t finish events because there’s always something going on, you can just play it at your pace and have fun! 

i think that’s all for now but if you have anymore questions again just message me i’d be glad to help C:

[thechocoboos]

omg i love your writing sm♡♡♡ basically I want to make a new ffxv writing blog because a while ago my account got deleted and I never made another so I was wondering if you maybe had any tips??♡♡♡

omg this ask made me so happy!!!

As I’m fairly new to this whole writing blog thing (although I suppose it’s been about a year now?), I also asked @angelic-guardienne for some of her tips, too!!!

So her biggest suggestion is to schedule your content posts because honestly it is wayyy better to have a steady stream of posts than a huge flood followed by radio silence for two months (I will admit I am guilty of this)

Make sure to start a masterlist as early as possible so you don’t get overwhelmed with linking 20+ things at once, and make sure to link your masterlist in your bio (if you’re not sure how to do that, there are lots of tutorials online and one of us would be glad to try and help if you need it!)

When tagging your work, make sure to do fandom tags first and extra comments/rants last!

Try to keep your masterlist organized--there’s all sorts of different ways to do them (by character, by genre, by type of writing, etc) so choose what works best for you

Make sure to have a rules list if you do take a requests, and don’t be afraid to be clear about what you do and don’t write (and don’t be worried about adding to your rules list later down the line)

If your inbox gets too full of requests, it’s totally cool to close your inbox or put in your bio that you requests are closed (i recommend titling your ask box as Requests Open or Closed if you do requests)

They’re are a good way to get ideas/inspiration, and if you ask your followers for any requests there’s a good chance that you’ll get some!

Try to remain fairly active (even if it’s posting something small) just so you don’t lose followers/interest, because it can be a little disheartening (If you can’t be active all the time, that’s when the scheduled posts come in handy)

and in saying that, it’s okay if you’re not active all the time; life can get in the way sometimes or you might have a big project coming up and things like that

Make sure to write things that you want to write, especially in the beginning, because at the end of the day, it should be something that brings you joy or accomplishment somehow (still to this very day, one of my favorite things on this blog is my first headcanon set)

this is something I’m guilty of not doing enough: if there’s a long post/oneshot/headcanon set, make sure to insert a read more link, just out of courtesy for others

Interacting with your followers can be loads of fun (though I’m not the best at it--i’m a lil shy sometimes lol) and i highly recommend it, also people love a good shitpost now and then

headcanons are a great way to get started; they help you build up a following and get a better grasp on how you want to write things, and they’re also pretty fun to write (nice and casual, too) but make sure to branch out here and there with maybe scenarios or oneshots

Personally, when writing reader inserts, i do try to stay away from using things like y/n or “your hair color” and things like that (though they’re prevalent in some of my earlier writing) as they tend to break immersion (but if that’s what you prefer and like then keep doing it!!!)

In a similar vein, if you don’t like to do reader inserts and such then that’s cool, too. It’s totally cool to keep doing whatever you prefer, though branching out is always interesting and fun!

A few general heads up stuff:

Multichapter things in general will get more ratings when they have consistent update schedules

Also, as much as I hate to say it, in the ffxv fandom multichapter things don’t get near as much attention as headcanons (but don’t ever let that stop you from writing a multichapter fic if you’re interested in doing so!!!)

It takes some time to build up a following and that’s okay--there’s always a slow start, but remember that at the end of the day the most important thing is that your writing should be primarily something that makes you happy before anyone else

your writing is defo going to change as time goes on. It’s not necessarily a big change, but you’ll probs notice a difference between newer and older writing

honest to god, getting comments and reblogs with reactions and comments in the tags will absolutely make you feel so happy (i genuinely can’t put into words how much joy it brings me and every other writer i’ve talked to)

i can’t think of much else at the moment, but i hope that these help (if you have any specific questions i can do my best to answer them!) and when you start your blog feel free to message me or let me know how it goes!!! wishing you the best of luck

[wernerherzogs]

literally i saw these fake woke harries like "louis has a problem with black people being successful" over his comment about rap being popular when none of the successful rappers and hip hop artists are black lmfao. performative activism. they tried i guess.

anon2: “One black person on Twitter does not speak for all of us lol. I don’t care how much influence they think they have but it’s very blatantly performative to try and drag a white man for pointing out urban music is popular and making it an antiblack issue when black people are, fundamentally, not even relevant to his comment. Y'all need to stop listening to woke-sounding black people and giving them the attention they want. ~emoblackthot~ is blatantly wrong lol.”

anon3: “the twitter that anon mentioned only gets like 20 retweets… that’s not reflective of the black community.”

sigh. okay. imma publish these, but allow me to reiterate something, and not put it behind the cut. you guys sent these after i’d explicitly asked for no more asks on the topic. i need you to understand that while i love chatting to you all, and i occasionally love a discourse (that i sometimes even start!), you guys send /a lot/ of asks, and while i do my best to answer most of them:

1. i’m not a native speaker. and even though i speak the language fairly well by now, answering a lot of asks in a way that 1. will be understandable and 2. isn’t going to offend anyone can be genuinely exhausting. like i spend long minutes pouring over my wording sometimes, and i simply get Tired, especially once i feel i’ve made my stance on something perfectly clear. sometimes i do not want to discourse a thing further after i’ve made my opinion on it known.

2. i’m mentally ill! and i don’t deal with anons only, i’ve got internet pals chatting to me privately on different platforms at all times. i love you all, but i get super overwhelmed when i have more than two (2) people talking to/at me at the same time. i fuck off and go mute on people for days not only because i like it, but moslty because i Genuinely Need It. my brain needs it. and my old friends know it, and respect&deal with it (god bless them), but i’ve got some newer friends that i don’t know very well yet, and who don’t know me well back, and i feel a lot of pressure to respond to them in a timely manner so they don’t get mad/offended/upset. and, again, i do all of it in my non native language. which, again, takes up a lot of my time and requires a lot of focus, since i’m paranoid about not being clear/offending anyone by accident.

tl;dr when i ask you to stop sending me asks on some topic next time, i /need/ you to respect my wish, or i’m going to have to close the inbox again for a bit, you know? this isn’t directed at anyone in particular, just a general psa. contrary to what some people may think, i /do/ get tired when spamming people’s dashes with asks even though i sincerely love 98% of the people who send those asks. please allow me to take my time answering, and please do not send stuff about something after i’ve said i don’t want to talk about it anymore. like i really do love you guys but it can be A Lot. i’m sorry. thank you.