#this went on very long but ty for indulging me

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I think tht ghost is tht guy who is like I don’t love you but ur mine bitch

oh absolutely, but i think the denial is a front.

obviously he has to have quite a high level of trust in you that he'd physically (and somewhat emotionally) bare himself to you in his most vulnerable state. but it's like when an animal is starved for months on months, given just enough to keep its heart beating, then is suddenly presented with a veritable banquet of food. and it just sits there, so overwhelmed that it doesn't think that its hunger is real anymore. when you come to him with trust and softness and the kind of earnestness that endures, you also fundamentally turn his entire worldview atop its head, and the only way he knows to cope with it is to deny, deny, deny.

1—he doesn't believe that you love him. remember that whole line about how the people closest to you can hurt you the most? yeah. at best, it's a bad joke. 2—at worst, say you really do love him. what is he supposed to do? every time he's loved someone, something terrible happens, and i mean love in the very broad sense: his family, roach, soap, fuck man even his father. he's a death sentence, and laying claim to you is the equivalent of sealing your fate. and 3—i genuinely don't think he remembers what it feels like to give and receive love in a way unbound from transaction or duty. the compartmentalizing worked a little too well.

but he's still human, isn't he? we are not human without love. and to him, love is a cancer that's spread into his blood—it's in every pore of his body—and no matter what he does, he can't rid himself of it. he rebuffs you and snaps at you and silently picks at his nails until they bleed when you're not in his direct line of sight because if something were to happen, he wouldn't be there to save you (not that he has any confidence that he could, but there's comfort in knowing that he tried, that he wasn't helpless to watch another one bleed out this time). and you keep coming back like a goddamn duckling, never giving up on him when he's practically begged you to just leave him be. he hates being wanted, but it feels so good.

the world is so cold, but you are there to kiss his scars, you are there to share your pleasure, you are there to give a damn. in spite of everything, there is you.

why would he ever want to let that go?

[moonstruckme]

im literally in lovee with your writing of sirius black id love love love more of him x reader pleasee [my favourite is friends to lovers or just being super domestic but tbh I'd read anything u write with him in lmaoo]

Thank you for requesting lovely! It worked out that I'd just written this when I got your ask, so I hope it fits what you're wanting!

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Sirius Black x whimsical!reader ♡ 833 words

Sirius finds you out behind Remus’ house, sitting in the grass and, by all appearances, playing with mud. 

“Hey there,” he says, “did you manage to find the bathroom?” 

You have a tendency to wander off. Sometimes it’s intentional, sometimes you get lost, and Sirius can never tell which is happening at any given time. As much as he’d like to tie a string between you so you’re never very far, he’s learned to let you go where you will; you always end up where you want to be anyways. 

“You were talking about football,” you say by way of answer, the slightest hint of sheepishness in your sweet voice. “I thought you wouldn’t mind if I went off for a bit.” 

Sirius hums and lowers himself onto the grass beside you, stretching his legs out. The sun is warm and welcome on his face, just enough breeze to keep it from getting too hot. 

It’s a beautiful day, you’d noted upon waking up this morning, already opening the windows in his bedroom. 

Looks like it, Sirius said from bed. He smiled wryly. It’ll probably be the last decent one we have all year.

You’d frowned. That’s not a very nice way to manifest the weather. 

While Sirius is upturned, you’re bent over, messing with something in your hands and dipping your fingers occasionally into a pail of water. 

“What’ve you got there, pretty girl?” 

“A mug,” you say simply. You thumb concentratedly at the slimy thing in your hands, lips pursing. “Or, a soon-to-be-mug.” 

“And you’re making it out of…mud?” 

“No,” you laugh, looking up at your boyfriend in that fond, indulgent way you have. Like he can be so silly sometimes. “Remember how Remus said there was clay by the stream back that way? I’m using some of that.” 

“Ah.” Sirius tilts his head, studying the misshapen lump in your hands. “I see. And this is going to be a drinking mug?” 

You hum in affirmation, and he leaves it at that. He’s not terribly sure whatever you end up with will be able to hold water, but he knows better than to try and dissuade you once you’ve set your mind to something. Maybe he can sign the both of you up for a pottery class sometime. 

A piece of hair falls from behind your ear, and you blow at it, trying to keep it out of your face with your hands occupied.

“Here,” Sirius offers. He takes an elastic off his wrist, gathering the hair away from your face and tying it back loosely the way you like it. 

You gift him a sideways smile in return. A bit of dried clay on your cheek cracks with the movement. Evidently, this isn’t the first time you’ve had to push your hair back. “Thank you.” 

“Baby,” he says, voice laden with fondness. He steadies your face with one hand, swiping at the clay with the other. “You’ve got it all over you.” 

It’s true. It covers your hands up past your wrists, and several places on your legs have pale gray tracks where you’ve wiped your fingers off on them. 

“It’s a messy business,” you say matter-of-factly, “but it dries sort of pretty, I think. Do you want some?” 

He cocks an eyebrow. “How do you mean?” 

You set your soon-to-be-mug down gingerly, extending a hand to him. “Give me your arm.” 

Sirius suppresses a sigh. He didn’t really plan on getting dirty today, but he’s hardly in the habit of denying you anything you ask for. He sets his forearm in your hand. 

You dip a finger into the wettest part of your clay, setting it to the skin above his wrist. Your touch is cool and slick on his sun-warmed skin. You draw a little star like you’re fingerpainting, the clay a funny contrast to the dark tattoos surrounding it. 

You look so pleased with your work that Sirius can’t help himself. He leans forward, giving you a drawn-out, amorous kiss. 

“Thank you,” he says in his most saccharine voice. 

Your lashes flutter prettily as you blink, a rare shy smile taking you. “You’re welcome.” 

Sirius dips two fingers into your pail of water, using them to wipe the remaining clay off your cheek more thoroughly. When he’s done, he spots another smudge on your shoulder, inexplicable. He tsks. “When you’re done with your mug, we might have to ask Remus if you can use his shower, lovely girl. You really do have it all over you.” 

“Oh, there’s no need to trouble him,” you say airily. “The stream’s not very far, and it’s flowing rather quickly with all the rain we’ve been having.” 

He blinks. “Did you bring your swimsuit?”

You look at him bemusedly. “No. Why?” 

Sirius bends his head, letting his hair fall like a curtain to conceal his smile as he kisses the clean part of your shoulder. “I think it’d be better if you used Remus’ shower, sweetheart. I’m sure he won’t mind.”

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requesting "don't test me" with lucifer (and then she does)

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Hello, anon!

Okay, so the prompt was "Don't tempt me," but I still had him tell MC not to test him, so we got a bit of both lol. Also I know you didn't necessarily indicate an AFAB reader, but that's what I ended up doing. Hopefully that's okay!

Thank you for participating!

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AFAB!MC x Lucifer with prompt "Don't tempt me."

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: cockwarming, penetration (reader receiving)

Once again, Lucifer found himself sitting at his desk doing paperwork late into the night. Everyone else in the house was either asleep or quiet in their rooms. For once, he could focus on the pile of work he still had to get through.

And he did focus, even though you were sitting on his lap with his cock snugly inside you.

Lucifer would never admit it, but he had a tendency to indulge you. When you came into his office earlier that night to sit with him, he didn’t protest. Your presence made him feel content and he enjoyed having you near him. But it was clear rather quickly that you did not intend to simply sit idly while he worked. And when you finally asked, Lucifer gave in after only a little bit of prodding.

That was how he ended up with his lap full of you, his arms on either side of you as he continued to work, your head leaning back on his shoulder. Your hands were on the desk, holding papers still for him as he wrote. He occasionally moved your hands where he needed them.

You had been doing so well, actually managing to stay still while he worked. But he noticed when you began to shift your hips every so often, like you were unable to hold yourself back from seeking some kind of friction. Lucifer didn’t acknowledge your movements, his pen never stopping.

Lucifer couldn’t deny that he enjoyed having you like this. The way your body clenched on his cock, sending little jolts of pleasure through him, made the hours of sitting at his desk a little more bearable. He never indicated this to you, his expression and movements remaining stoic as though he was unbothered by the way you were leaking all over him.

This went on for some time and Lucifer was actually impressed that you were able to cockwarm him for so long, only occasionally moving against him.

He still had quite the pile of work when it became evident that you were struggling with staying still. Your movements became more frequent and more obvious. You even let out a little whine that both concerned him and made his cock twitch.

When this happened, he said, “Be still, MC. As you can see I still have a lot of work to get through.”

“I’ve been still this whole time,” you said. “Can’t you take a break?”

Lucifer wanted to give into you immediately, but the paperwork on his desk taunted him. “No,” he said firmly. “I told you that you would have to wait until I’m finished and I am nowhere near done.”

You turned your head toward him, nuzzling into him and kissing his neck. You took one of your hands off his desk to reach up and run your fingers down his cheek. “Please, Lucifer…”

Lucifer grabbed your hand and put it back on his desk. “Don’t tempt me,” he said. His tone was strict, not flirty, and you sighed against him.

Lucifer managed to get through only a small amount of work before you started up again, shifting on his lap. He attempted to ignore it, not wanting to give in to you.

At this point, though, you had had enough and you very deliberately braced your hands on the desk so you could raise yourself up. Once you reached the tip of his cock, you sat back down in one swift motion. The feeling of finally having some movement inside you made you moan.

Lucifer dropped his pen and grabbed your hips, keeping you pressed to him. “Do not test my patience, MC.”

You still squirmed in his grip. “What about my patience?” you asked, letting just a hint of a whine into your voice. “I’m running out.”

“You should have considered that before you proposed this idea,” Lucifer said.

You groaned, now actively struggling against him. “Can’t you ever give in? Just once?”

Lucifer’s irritation with you peaked and he realized there was no way he would be able to finish his work when you were like this. He secretly blamed himself for giving into you to begin with, but there was no way he would let you think that.

Lucifer lifted you easily as he stood up from his chair, pushing you down over his desk. There was still paperwork beneath you, but he didn’t bother to move it out of the way. In that moment, he no longer cared.

Lucifer leaned over you, pressing close to your ear. “I hope this is what you wanted, MC.”

Lucifer didn’t give you the chance to answer as he stood back up, keeping one hand on your hip.

He put his other hand on the small of your back, keeping you in place as he began to thrust. He was not gentle, he was far past that, and the sounds of your whimpers only made him go faster.

You squirmed under him, no doubt overwhelmed by how deep he was inside you, hitting hard with every thrust, your body bouncing as he ramped up the pace and intensity. He was lost in your heat, feeling only the sweetness of you around him, his own pleasure building as he moved in you. The sound and scent of your arousal made him a little dizzy.

Your noises became louder as your orgasm approached, your hands gripping the desk, moving the papers that were still beneath you.

You cried out as your climax hit, your cum coating his dick as he clenched your hip hard, the hand on your back pressing down roughly.

And then Lucifer stopped moving.

You stayed sprawled over the desk, your cheek pressed against some stray paper, breathing hard as you slowly came down from your high.

After a moment you looked back over your shoulder. Lucifer frowned at you, his cock still hard inside you.

“Will you be able to sit still now?” he asked.

Lucifer lifted you from his desk, sitting back down in his chair and settling you in his lap the way he had you before. He picked up one of your hands, his fingers gently rubbing against a smudge of ink there before he placed it on top of his papers again.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Lucifer wrapped his arms around your waist and gently kissed your neck.

“I only need you to hold on a little longer,” he said quietly into your ear. “Having you here like this makes it easier for me to get through all of this work. If you can hold me until I’m finished, I will be at your mercy for the rest of the night.”

Lucifer knew what saying this to you would do and he was pleased to feel you shudder slightly. You were likely imagining him carrying you to his room, catering to your every whim, giving into you entirely, letting you have whatever you wanted from him. It wasn’t something he did often. But every once in a while, he let himself be vulnerable with you.

You re-positioned yourself for a moment, then let out a soft sigh. You put your hands on the desk, settling them back on the papers for him. “How can I say no to that?”

Lucifer chuckled, repositioning your hands a little before picking up his pen. “I will endeavor to get through the remainder quickly so I can take care of you properly.”

You settled in, your body still tired and throbbing from the orgasm you had bent over his desk. You took the time to rest as well as you could with his cock still inside you, knowing you would need your energy for later.

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[vxperorchist]

Hello, I hope you're well and having a good day. I saw you're taking requests so I was wondering if I could ask for kazuha x fem reader angst? Like reader asks for a break up because she never felt good enough for him and the gossip of other people telling her she's too ugly and pathetic to be with someone like kazuha brings her to the realization that she's holding him back from being with a beautiful and perfect woman like lumine that he deserves to have so she wants to set him free?

Sooo this is a stupid request but ty if u feel up to writing it.

p.s I love your writing.

Ahhh thank you so much for requesting! This request is not stupid at all, and I love the way you're thinking! Plus, I'm also a big Kazuha lover so who am I to say no to writing for him.... I originally wanted to make this a happy ending of some sort but then i was like no i want to keep it sad, so I kinda made it both. It can be interpreted by the reader 😉. (Forgive me if this is not very good, I don't write angst very often, but I am always so down to attempt it)

Unfit for you. (Kazuha x Fem! Reader)

Warnings: Being insulted, no serious warnings.

Genre: Angst

From the beginning, you realized what you were getting yourself in to, you just didn't realize it would be this messy.

Kazuha was known in various places, who couldn't know him? He was everywhere at once, whether it was physically or tapping in through the wind, a bit of him remained everywhere, and he took a little bit of everywhere with him.

When the two of you met, you clicked immediately. Wherever he went, you followed. Wherever you went, he followed closely behind as well.

With that travelling, you learned his and shared his experiences. He had his fair share of getting hit on, but can you really blame them? He'd brush it off, ignoring or politely turning girls down, but you couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealolousy.

It's not that he made you feel insecure in a relationship, it's the fact that you felt like you were holding him back. You had voiced your concerns plenty of times, and he reassured you each time that you were more than enough for him.

With each lingering glare every young girl gave him, you started to believe him less and less. He was strong, talented, and free. He was everything everyone wanted, including you.

He couldn't help but be kind and gentle to everyone who came along, it was something you adored about him so much. Lumine had been present in both of your lives for a time, you would occasionally see her around, but she never stayed for long. She was so similar to Kazuha.

You felt a twist in your stomach as she greeted Kazuha as you stood to the side. "Kazuha!" Paimon greeted enthusiastically, hovering circles around her travelling companion. "Hello there, you two, it's been a while since we've last met." He greeted in return, giving a friendly smile to the two of them.

You zoned out of their conversation; it was for your own good and sanity. Lumine left after a few hours of staying in the area. You didn't have a clue what she was there for, and you didn't really have the curiosity to know.

Kazuha came back to you after the day, laying in your shared bed with you. This was the best part of each day, coming back to him and letting all your problems drift away.

He held you in his arms, but the problems didn't drift away with sleep this time. This time, it lingered.

You awoke, and he was gone once more. You decided to help along the ship today, as later today was departure day. You greeted Beidou, helping pack things up and shoving them into the corresponding compartments.

"Y/n, you been hearin the rumors recently?" You turned your head to the captain. "Huh?" You didn't indulge in the drama of the nation you were staying in; it was always temporary. You didn't care nearly enough to worry about who said what, or who fought who in the nation. You wouldn't remember these people in week.

That was until you would always remember them. "Apparently Kazuha's popular amongst the cities here, everybody's talking about him. I even heard he was single through one rumor, so I wanted to check in on you."

You frowned. You thanked Beidou for telling her and reassured her that the two of you were indeed still together and happy.

He was happy at least. You felt yourself shattering with every rumor. You heard more and more about it as you were packing up. Another member of the crew told you about stuff she heard in the city. She told you that she overheard a group of girls talking about "Kazuha's girl" and how she was unattractive amongst the culture there.

It was starting to hit you now, every new nation came with new rumors, new discussion, more hate towards you. You who did nothing to the people there.

What could you do differently? Your clothes? Your hair? How you presented yourself?

"Kazuha, talk to me please." You paused him as he was walking off the ship, into the next nation you had touched port in.

"What seems to be the issue?" He watched you with the same gentle eyes he always looked at you with.

"We've barely talked. People think we aren't dating anymore."

"Really? Thats quite an assumption people make about us without knowing anything." He dismissed the idea entirely.

You gave up on the idea of trying to bring up the rumors to him, and how much it was affecting you. You knew he loved you, but he wouldn't address this idea. It was simply his mindset, an unshakeable mindset.

He thought the rumors meant nothing, however he wasn't the target of the gossip. Even then, he thought the rumors shouldn't effect you, because he loved you.

After months of putting up with new rumors and new insults thrown at you, you decided to bring it up to Kazuha one last time. You wouldn't beg or ask him any longer to change, because he shouldn't have to change for you. You loved him for him, and wanted him to prosper with someone who wouldn't need him to change. Someone who was more similar to him, someone like Lumine.

You had went into the city this time with him. He didn't ask you to, but you felt this was the best time to let him down.

You stopped at a bridge to overlook some water, you told him each rumor and insult that had been thrown at you as of the last few months. He did nothing but listen, something he was so good at.

You told him you wanted to let him go. He was free in all other aspects, except romantically. Romantically, he was tied down to you.

"Kazuha, I won't keep you. You are someone who prides himself on freedom, and I'm the only one holding you back from that. You deserve more, you deserve better than me. Someone who travels like you, someone who seeks the thrill and wind like you do. I can't offer those things, and I won't make you change so I can understand you."

You let your fingertips fall from his hand, offering him a last gentle smile.

"If I didn't want anything tying me down, I would have cut the rope that ties me a long time ago. Every wanderer needs a place they can come back to no matter where they are, and you were that place for me."

The wind picked up between you two and he brushed the side of your arm with his tainted hands.

[theylikeholdinghands]

A ramble of major spoilery thoughts after the prime premiere screening (episodes 1+2)

Under the cut. Very big spoils, I’m warning you.

My head is jumbled after the masterpiece I witnessed and all I’ll summarise are reactions and some stuff y’all already know from other screenings

Episode 1:

CROWLEY AS AN ANGEL OH MY GOODNESS HE WAS SO HAPPY AND JOYFUL AND HIS HAIR WAS STUNNING. Aziraphale definitely had love heart eyes at him and the whole “oh look at you, gorgeous” thing was legit. Crowley said that and Aziraphale smiled thinking it was aimed at him and then turned as he realised what he meant, the whole cinema room went awwwwww.

No one told me Gabriel fucking rubs his naked self fully against Zira whilst hugging him, I actually died.

GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY DOES PLAY WHEN CROWLEY IS RUSHING TO THE BOOKSHOP TO PROTECT AND APOLOGISE TO AZIRAPHALE. AAAAAAH

The whole cinema erupted in laughter when Crowley had to do an apology dance and I was screaming. He did end it with a ballerina pose I cannot. Aziraphale said he had to do that apology dance in 1650, 1793 and 1941 (so I hope we see that in the 40s minisode)

Aziraphale being all adorable listening to his records before he got interrupted by Gabriel aaaaaah

GABRIEL SAYS “I LOVE YOU” TO AZIRAPHALE AND ZIRA SAYS THANK YOU and then goes “I…hmm” SAVE IT FOR YOUR HUSBAND

Aziraphale is so sweet with Maggie but he has no fucking clue how to be a landlord i stg. Maggie also mentions the lockdowns, so the lockdown audio clip is canon.

Episode 2 Part 1 The Minisode:

The way Aziraphale enters this episode, dramatic ass bitch

I absolutely loved Azicrow’s initial argument about Crowley being evil and killing the goats and then the reveal he never killed them. ZIRA’S SMUG FACE BECAUSE HE KNEW CROWLEY WOULD NEVER HURT ANYTHING. Plus why do they look like they’re gonna kiss in that argument, I saw Zira looking at his lips… maybe his beard

Ty’s character is so camp when flirting with Zira oh my goodness

Gabriel’s long hair reveal got the crowd roaring

CROWLEY TEMPTED AZIRAPHALE INTO EATING AND HIS REACTIONS OH MY GOODNESS

The way they work together to trick the angels into thinking the kids are brand new is comedic gold

The very final scene of the episode is absolutely stunning. They’re both vulnerable and I love the line “I’m a demon, I was lying” comes back in so many ways this episode

CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW EVERY REVIEWER SAID FRANCES MCDORMAND WASNT GOING TO BE BACK AND YET WE HEARD HER AND SAW HER NAME IN THE CREDITS

Episode 2 Part 2 Present Day:

CROWLEY SLEEPING IN HIS CAR, MOVE IN WITH YOUR HUSBAND DUMBASS

AZIRAPHALE CALLED THE BENTLEY “OUR CAR” and said he learned how to drive 90 years ago

Crowley’s romantic wooing involves a downpour of rain, sheltering under an awning and looking in to each others eyes to realise whats been there the entire time… ARE YOU OKAY CROWLEY

Crowley didn’t know Jane Austen wrote novels and knew her from a crime background. He picks up Pride and Prejudice in Aziraphale’s bookshop aaaaaaah

When Gabriel is alone alphabetising Zira’s books, he comes across P&P and reads the first sentence. THEN PICKS UP ANOTHER BOOK AND ITS THE FUCKING GOOD OMENS BOOK. NEIL I CANT BELIEVE YOU DID THIS

Anyway these are my initial reactions so sorry for the ramble. I hope y’all who haven’t been to a screening get to indulge and look forward to whats coming in just over a day now!

[pardi-real]

Honeymoon Knight / Chapter 3 - The Ideal Honeymoon

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~ A little while later ~

And then, while sharing memories, we went sightseeing in the city of Velis.

Muu: "Nevertheless... even though it's not summer yet, there are a lot of people in the city."

Lucas: "In June, Velis is not as scorching as midsummer, so it's comfortable. And it's popular as a honeymoon destination.”

> "Oh~ really?"

Muu: "Certainly, now that you mention it... there seem to be many close-knit couples."

Lamli: "Everyone must be on their honeymoon."

Nac: "Everyone seems very happy. I hope they have a great honeymoon."

Muu: "Honeymoon, huh..."

Lamli: "Hm? What's the matter, Buu? You seem lost in thought."

Muu: "Honeymoon… What do people do on their honeymoons?"

Nac: "Right, Muu didn't even know what a honeymoon was."

Muu: "Ah! I came up with a good idea!  I want to ask everyone what kind of honeymoon they would like!"

> “Th-that’s so sudden” > "It feels like we had a similar conversation last year..."

Muu: "Last year, I had fun hearing everyone's views on marriage!  So, I'm really curious about where everyone would like to travel!"

Lamli: "Buu, you… you sometimes say pretty amazing things."

Nac: "I see…  my own honeymoon… To be honest, I've never even imagined it."

> “But, I guess I'm interested to know” > "I'm curious about your ideal honeymoon..."

Nac: "Oh well? Is that so…! Fortunately, this Nac... is good at imagining.  I'll think of the best honeymoon!"

Lamli: "I'll think about it too! My lord!"

> "Thank you, Lamli"

Lucas: "Fufu... sounds fun, doesn't it? ♪ But still… It's a bit difficult to decide on a travel destination right away… So, how about we go with this theme, ‘If you were to go on a honeymoon in Velis, how would you do it?’ "

> “Sounds interesting!” > "That makes sense, sure"

Nac: "I see… An ideal honeymoon in a beautiful resort place, huh…"

Lamli: "Nothing less from you, Master Lucas! I'm already having fun just by thinking about it!"

Muu: "Fufu, It sounds like we'll hear interesting stories!  Well then, as the first one… may we hear from Mr. Lucas?"

Lucas: "Oh? From me?"

> "Lucas, tell us your story"

Lucas: "Alright. Let's see… If I were to come on a honeymoon to Velis… I would like to spend a leisurely time gazing at the stars with my partner. 

The starry sky visible from here is more beautiful than anything else, but if you visit it with someone precious, and after tying the knot with them... It would feel even more beautiful.

Underneath a sky full of stars… Next to the person you love the most… It'll truly feel like a honeymoon–a very enjoyable moment, don't you think so too, my lord?"

> "Certainly, it sounds wonderful"

Lucas: "And there… I would like to have a simple talk while drinking wine. Things that made me happy recently... stories of past failures... I want to talk about trivial things…

Leisurely, talking about whatever… I want to have an indulgent time.

Because I can do that with someone I trust.  Well, so, my ideal honeymoon is something like this."

> "It was very nice"

Lucas: "Thank you very much. I'm glad you liked it, my lord.  Well then, next... let's hear from Lamli."

Lamli: "Huh? Me?"

> "Tell us, Lamli"

Lamli: "Yes, of course! Let's see… If I were to come on a honeymoon to Velis… I would like to play in the sea with my partner!

I'm not good with sunlight, so playing for a long time might be difficult… But... I want to see many beautiful things together, like beautiful fish and coral!

And, I can see the face of my beloved person clearly under the sun…But, when it gets dark… As you would expect, I want to talk about various things with them while gazing at the starry sky.

Things like our future together... I want my partner to talk honestly about how they want to live. I want to help make my partner's dream come true...

Oops…! Sorry! The chat kinda got off track from the whole honeymoon thing."

> "I think it's wonderful, Lamli"

Lamli: "Ehehe. Thank you very much! If I could go on such a wonderful trip with my lord… I would be so happy…"

> "With me?"

Lamli: "N-nothing!"

Muu: "Alright, finally… Mr. Nac, please go ahead!"

Nac: “My ideal honeymoon in Velis... Well, I'm not into crowded places... I'd love to stroll by the sea in the morning with my partner.  Just the two of us on a quiet, deserted beach. And, with the beautiful sea as the background, I want to engrave the image of my beloved person into my eyes."

> "That sounds wonderful."

Nac: "Thank you very much.  And… In the dim light before sunrise… The scars on my body won't stand out, even if I'm lightly dressed."

> "That's..." > “I see…”

Nac: “It's a bit embarrassing when my scars are clearly visible in bright light…”

> “Isn't it okay not to worry too much?”

Nac: “M-my Lord?”

> “Personally I don't mind, at least”

Nac: “Th-thank you. Fufu... Is that so? In that case... Let's definitely walk under the bright sunshine together, my lord!”

Lamli: “Hey Nac... When did it turn into something like a honeymoon trip with the lord?”

Nac: “Oops...! I apologize for that.”

Lucas: “Fufu... It was wonderful, Nac. Even though this honeymoon is all just a fantasy... I'm sure your partner will be someone who accepts everything about you, Nac.”

Nac: “Mr. Lucas…”

Lamli: “You don't need to worry so much about your scars, you know? Whether you have them or not, Nac being annoying won't change.”

Nac: “Even Lamli... ...Lamli.  ...Just for now, let me say thank you.”

Lamli: “Huh... You're being so honest, it kinda creeps me out…”

Nac: “Ugh... I was expressing gratitude, why is that how you interpreted it...!”

Lucas: “Now, now, you two…”

Muu: “Hmm… In the end, it turned into a fight, huh…?”

> “Yeah, seems like it”

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what's your favorite show/series?

uuuugghhh this is toughhh… i’m bad at picking Favorites i’m ngl. so here are a few

obv BSD is up there, but idt i’d recommend it to anyone, ykwim? unless the person is looking for a series to rabbit hole into. i love bsd because it’s multimedia and therefore very interpretable (hell even the canon has multiple canonical interpretations), it’s an artist’s dream tbh

fav of all time has to be mp100. genuinely changed my worldview and proved that studio bones really does play favorites (LOL). honestly the best anime i’ve ever watched

next up would probably be ping pong the animation (2014). i can’t even describe what that anime made me feel… but everything is so well done and i loved all the characters, the animation is top tier, and aymeric kevin’s backgrounds are so inspirational 😭😭😭🫶

and a more indulgent answer would be jjk (the anime specifically). i went into this show Blind and my god the amt of hype and love that i managed to generate for these characters is smth i have not experienced before. like wow yes 15 minutes of non-dialogue nearly incomprehensible fighting, i am on the edge of my seat… like i never got the obsession w/ powerscaling analysis and discourse but with jjk you can’t help but get invested HAHA,,, and ofc the animation, soundtrack, absolutely impeccable despite the production circumstances

i think that’s a long enough ramble for now 😭 ty for sending in an ask! what’re ur favs?

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Falls on my knees,,, Peach can I please request nsft Junker Queen with a smol fem s/o who comes from a rich family and is kinda sheltered? Like, sneaks out to go see her Junker wife, maybe a bit of a corruption kink if that's okay? Ty ty in advance! And if the request isn't to your liking, that's totally alright too! <3

Now, I don't normally do gendered readers. BUT I couldn't get the idea of Junker Queen calling reader her Lil Princess soooooo I'll make a self indulgent exception this time. Also accidentally got carried away and wrote more than intended lmaooo

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Fandom: Overwatch

Relationship: Junker Queen x Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader explicitly uses she/her pronouns + has a vulva + is called a good girl/princess/wife/etc, I'd say fem reader but as a femme nb Id be okay with those terms sooo, There's a public scene so like- pda but make it horny?, Possessive Junker Queen

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Would it really surprise anyone nowadays?

You always had a luxurious life- yet, very strict. You were raised under the intention of taking over your father's company, being the only child in line for it. You were to be someone else's legacy. Your feelings and opinions never mattered- not even your hobbies.

Your father ran a tight ship, one that limited you greatly even into your adult life. He worked closely with Vishkar, working on a program that would better life for humans and use omnics as either scrap metal or servants.

You never liked it, always having immense empathy for those around you. Omnics or otherwise. It left a poor taste in your mouth at the thought of having to take over such a company.

But. It did mean you had to learn the tricks of the trade. Meaning trading with other people, companies, and sometimes even faux kingdoms.

And that's where you met her.

~Rest under the cut~

Odessa was not a woman of unreasoning, but she definitely wasn't one you bullshitted with either. She could sniff out a lie like a bloodhound; No exception to your father either when he tried to underhand her.

She laughed in his face when he proposed helping with the feral omnics around and using them as scrap metal. Offering to clean out her Wasteland just for parts. But she knew better and had leaned down from her imposing throne, using her axe to tip his chin up as she crooned; "And what's in it for me, old man?"

Whilst looking directly at you.

He tried offering money for the scraps, but in the end they had reached an agreement of some kind. You would come to her faux kingdom and help her with financials and factions that she couldn't seem to get right. And of course, he'd still pay handsomely for the scrap he took. But, if he overstepped his bounds or went against his word, he could kiss his scraps goodbye.

And judging by how she had looked at your during this dealing, you expected you'd be scooped up as well as 'aid for the salt in her wounds'.

It's how you two get close. Odessa- or Dez, as you find she liked to be called instead- keeps to her word and uses your knowledge for her own gain. And in turn, you get to see parts of the world you know you'd never be allowed to.

She takes to calling you Princess, and at first you scoff at it. But soon it turned into a fond pet name, something that made you feel pretty and cherished.

Your interests start to show again, an old love of engineering and tinkering coming into play on one of the weeks she has you. She finds you late at night in her very own workshop, using pieces of scrap found around to make a makeshift sculpture of her Champion. A little ball that when a button was pressed, popping open into the sculpture to form the little hamster inside.

After that, she'd come and watch you instead.

Her keen eyes on you as she straddled a chair backwards, resting her chin over the top of it as her honey eyes burned holes into you.

Then more watching as you got to stay for longer periods of time. Dez was interested in your routines, how you lotioned your skin, patting lipgloss on your lips and doing your hair. Softer things she was unfamiliar with, just like the rougher things you too didn't understand.

Tension built between the two of you. You couldn't look her in the eye without feeling flustered. And it seemed like she caught on quickly, trying to do everything to impress you.

She was like a puppy some days.

Some times you caught her making a struggle sound when lifting something heavy, only to act like it was no big deal when you walked in the room. Or how some days she'd try to cook something more elaborate with spices like you did, but it would be too much and inedible.

It's the thought that counted.

It wasn't until she shows up in your room in her wing with flowers does it occur to you this silly queen had been trying to court you.

From there, you…try not to go home too often.

Your father doesn't like that you're enjoying time away. It all becomes too much one day when he tries to tell her he's breaking off the arrangement to the Queen. To which Dez laughs in his face and reminds him that she's not against taking his only child.

Not that you would be against it either.

When your relationship starts, she's all chivalry. She's loud, huge, and isn't scared to get into fights with people who even look at you sideways.

She holds your hand in public, grabs your ass, presses a hand on your lower back- you name it. She says it's to 'Give that lot something to really look at' and 'Let em know what's the Queen's property'.

It makes you feel…wanted.

But Dez also grabs your hand to guide you gently down the steps, or helps you tie your dresses up in the back. She'll sit with you while you take a bath, watching you with all your fancy bubbles and soft lotions with curiosity.

And then hunger when you offer for her to join you.

In turn, you learn to get a little dirty. The basics of self defense and standing up for yourself. Learning how to say No with certainty and getting into hobbies you'd long since forgotten.

It's one day after one of your baths does she make her move. She's upset about something, frustrated, looking to blow off steam. She tells you you smell so good, that you're so soft.

That she wants to tear you apart.

You go that night sore and bruised with bite marks lining every inch of you. With a snoring girlfriend lain across you and holding you like a stuffie.

Princess becomes more than a pet name after that.

One final night, you have a fight with your father and sneak out that night. Your private dropship already knows where to take you, the built in AI taking you there.

It's dark out, but Dez is already waiting for you. As if she got wind of it before you even showed up. You don't question it or try to make sense of it, just taking her hand silently as she escorts you off your ship.

"Rough night?" Are her first words that break the silence as she leads you inside her bedroom. You laugh dryly, wiping at the mascara trails under your eyes silently as she hands you a tissue.

"S'alright, love. You can stay here as long as ya need, yeah? Been in my fair share of spats with my old man too back in the day." Dez comforts you, opening her large arms as you come towards her to rest your head on her.

Your head reaches below her chest. Her hands are warm and rough as they rub across your back, focusing on the exposed part of your upper back where your dress dips down. Her short nails soothingly rub across your skin as you breathe in her scent slowly.

"Got any positions available in your kingdom, Your Highness?" You murmur as a jab to be humorous, but it comes out quietly.

In turn, Dez spares you a little chuckle. She pulls away briefly, grabbing your chin to tip it up to her with a cocksure smirk playing on her lips. "Could use someone to help me keep documentation on things." Her thumb then rubs across your bottom lip, watching as you close your eyes and peck a kiss to it. "Could also use a lil' wife to keep me in line too."

"Wife, huh?" You tease back at her, reaching up to grab her hand and press a kiss to her palm. But when she doesn't laugh at first, you glance back up to her face to see she's looking at you expectantly.

It clicks.

"Dez you're not seriously proposing like that, are you?" Your tone is full of mirth, flattered even. Your smile breaks her as she starts to smile in turn, leaning down to kiss your forehead and then your nose.

"Nah, nah. Just a thought, Princess. Would wanna find ya a big ole ring. Somethin' that screams 'Queen', ya know? Maybe we'll even getcha a lil tiara, aye?" All the while she speaks, gesturing to your head and forming a circle with her fingers like she's measuring you.

"Are you going to bring fireworks for the occasion?"

"Of course, doll! Would do it in public too. Maybe after pulverizing some bloke in the Reckoning." Dez hums thoughtfully, cupping her cheek and letting her eyes flick over your now smiling face. "Though, worry it'll make 'em think you're part of that prize. The title and the bride up for grabs."

"I'd poison them in their sleep and get you your title back."

A grin splits across her face, her big, booming laugh echoing in the room as she scoops you up into her arms to squeeze you tightly. "Now THAT'S my girl!"

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You stay there afterwards. Carefully bundled in her bed with her night after night. Most nights she's not there, busy with handling things. And in turn, you learn to stay up late with her. You write down all her words, keeping documentation on factions and any upsets that went around town.

It feels like a domestic lifestyle. She's even started teasingly calling you her bride and wife, much to your embarrassment.

Dez treats you gently, the utmost gentleman that she is- per her own words.

But one time, when you go to the bar with her, someone gets a bit too bold with you. Knocking shoulders with you, poking at you. You can see her from across the table slowly looking murderous. But the cherry on top is when the person beside you implies they could treat you better.

You're surprised they don't end up a bloody pulp. But you quickly learn why when Dez croons at them, "Oh, ya do, aye? And would you happen to know what little spots make her tick, hm?" In this venomous tone as she stalks around the table to come toward you.

You squeak as you're lifted off the chair by her, your body turned towards that person as her hands slide down your shoulders. Down to your waist where she grabs you tight and makes you gasp, a heavy flush covering your face.

You try to turn your head, but she grabs your chin, turning your head towards the person to make sure they're looking just as you are.

"See how her legs shake?" Dez continues, her free hand trailing up to your chest and making you tremble. "See how she melts at my touch?" Her hand on your chin slides down, and you automatically move to make room for it to wrap loosely around your throat.

Your lashes begin to flutter, your breath shaking.

"You wanna know what sounds she makes for me in the night? Screaming my name? Ya think you could do that? Mate, I can make her scream for me without ever bein' inside her." Her words are harsh and heavy, but you're so distracted by her hand trailing down to the bottom of your dress. Her hand slides underneath, over your thigh, bending you over with her height only.

"Doll," She directs to you, her tone so sweet and kind. You hardly have time to breathe. "Remind this poor, blubbering fool who you belong to?"

"M-my Queen."

"And who only gets the utmost pleasure in having you?"

"You, my Queen."

"Now. Be a good girl and tell this bloke to fuck off." Her tone is sweet to you, so kind. You're shaking at the feeling of her body heat behind you as she stands to allow you to stand.

Her hand catches your chin again, directing you to open your eyes and look at the poor son of a bitch avoiding eye contact with you as the whole bar stares.

"Fuck off."

You don't get to finish your time at the bar. From there, Dez tells everyone to get back to what they were doing and have a good night. Said with a big slap on the back to the person who had been flirting with you.

You barely make it to the bedroom before Dez is snarling and slamming you into the nearest surface- but of course with a hand behind your head to avoid impact.

You whimper as she captures your lips in hers, bending down to do so. Her hand grabs your hair, her other one quickly shuffling up your skirts to fit her large thigh between yours to cause a moan to gasp from you.

"My pretty girl," She snarls against your lips, kissing down your neck as she pulls your hair. Forcing you to expose your neck as you gasp out. Her thigh presses up harder into you, feeling how wet you are already and making her breathlessly chuckle. "Oh? My sweet Princess liked that, hm?"

You try to nod, but can't move a muscle when she sucks a bruise into your neck with a cry from your own lips. "D-Dez-"

"Yeah, keep sayin' my name, angel. Gonna make you scream it real soon." She promises, her voice sounding like a growl as she scoops you up to deposit you on the bed.

You hardly get one bounce in before she's grabbing your hips and tugging you to the end of the bed where she gets down on her knees in front of you. Your dress is shuffled up where you quickly hold the skirts in place to watch her helplessly.

She moans at the sight of you, her finger trailing over the wet spot on your panties and pressing with just enough pressure over your clit to make you squirm. "My poor baby. A queen should never let her bride be wanting, hm? How selfish of me."

Your panties are ripped off, tucked into her back pocket before Dez is quickly yanking you close to bury her face into you. Her tongue knows exactly what you like best, licking flat over your whole cunt before her lips seal over your clit.

You scream out, your hands finding her braids and grabbing onto them for support. Your legs quake as she presses forward, forcing your feet to press to her shoulders and effectively pressing you into a better, open position.

It works to her favor, as she quickly introduces a thick finger pressing inside of you just like you like.

You cry out when her tongue flicks across your clit, back and forth nice and slow before taking you back between her lips again to suckle. She presses in a second finger, curling them upwards just as she moans helplessly into you when you pull her hair.

You cum quickly like that, with her fingers pumping into you shallowly and her tongue flicking across your clit nice and slow as if savoring you.

"Dez- D-Dez, fuck, baby, please, f-fuck-" Your cries are all her name like a prayer, fucking your hips into her face as she growls into you again.

It's only then does she pull from you, not giving you anytime to think as she forces you onto all fours.

Two fingers slide into you again, her other hand coming below you to sandwich your clit between two fingers to massage it in time with her fingers fucking you.

You scream her name into the mattress as your fingers claw for support in the sheets. Your face buries into them, desperate to muffle your pathetic whines as your eyes roll back into your head.

You're over sensitive, but you can still make out her words behind you. Each one more claiming than the next.

"No one else gets to see you like this."

"What a pretty Princess for her Queen, hm? Not such a good little girl now, are you? Just look at how well you take me now."

Then finally, her hand leaves your clit, giving her enough space to lean over you as her fingers fuck into you still. Spoken as she nips your shoulder and murmurs behind your ear, "Beg. Beg to cum around my fingers, pretty girl. Let 'em hear ya all over the wasteland, yeah?"

Then Dez moves. Moving to lay on her back under you, keeping her fingers sunk into you and using her free hand to grab one of your hips bruisingly.

She yanks you down to her awaiting mouth, moaning into you just as you sob out and start to hump into her face and back into her fingers.

You know Dez doesn't need to wait for you to beg, pleas already slipping from your lips in a higher pitch with each swipe of her tongue. Each curl of her lips sloppily kissing over your clit in open mouthed, messy kisses with a brush of her tongue on each kiss.

You scream for her. Screaming her name loud enough to be heard outside the open window for sure as you cum on her tongue and fingers.

Your back arches, twisting your fingers in the sheet as your eyes roll back into your head. You don't even realize you're kicking your legs and squirming too much until both her hands take a hold of your hips.

Dez's strength in her very fingertips makes you shiver, sobs racking your frame as overstimulation winds into your bones. Tears bubble in your eyes, your body shaking as you whine her name quietly.

It's then that she slides out from under you, wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand before readjusting you.

She pulls your trembling form into her arms, cradling you bridal style and fixing your dress into place. You cling to her tightly, burying your face into her neck as she rubs over your back crooning to you gently.

"You did a good job, love. Not hurt, are ya?" Her voice is gentle, using her cheek to nuzzle at the top of your head. You shake your head quietly, humming to let her know that your reply is no.

"Good. Cause I ain't done with ya yet." Dez chuckles softly, kissing the top of your head with a turn of her head. Your reply is a soft whine, feeling how one of her hands cheekily slides under your dress to squeeze at your thigh.

"What? Haven't even properly bruised ya up yet. After a slight like that, I'm itchin' to tear you apart." Her words are a promise, despite her soft tone. "'Sides, we know you can take more than just that."

"You're going to kill me." You groan back to her, lifting your head finally just in time to catch her gaze. Your cheeks flush at how dark her eyes are.

How hungrily she looks at you.

"Not gonna kill ya," She promises, leaning in to kiss your forehead tenderly. "Just gonna make sure ya can't walk tomorrow."

And you know Dez. Her promises?

They're not ever broken.

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hiiiiiii i rlly love ur headcanons :3 sooo was wondering if i could get some general north yankton related ones abt the boys? ive had north yankton brainrot so bad lately LOL

tysm and no rush or pressure at all !! 🩷

aahh! Tysm for the request 💕 I’ve been so obsessed with the North Yankton era and those three soggy idiots recently so ty for letting me indulge in it!

Tw: mentions of drug use

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General North Yankton HCs:

Michael was a regular at the local diner- so much so that they knew him by name and started making his usual order the second they saw him parking and heading in.

Trevor and Brad used to dare each other to do increasingly stupid and dangerous shit. Several of these instances resulted in Trevor having to get a rabies shot. That being said, they totally weren’t the reason that Michael found a raccoon in his bathroom…twice.

Brad and Trevor absolutely made each other worse. Brad only ever smoked weed really before meeting Trevor. But Trevor introduced him to things like coke, meth, and heroin and got him hooked almost instantly. After Brad was just as doped up on the shit as Trevor was, they’d feed off each others bad ideas- taking more drugs to see what they could handle, getting black out wasted and going for races down the highway, robbing liquor stores and even houses just for the fun of it and leaving bodies in their wake with sloppy to no cover up of evidence. Separately they were both dangerous, but together they were literally hell on earth.

Despite the sarcasm and occasional bickering, Lester considered Michael something like his best friend. Lester keeps himself guarded and he’s very much out for just himself and his own self interest, but he and Michael are closer than he’s ever been with any other person, which makes Michael his closest friend by default even if he will argue it.

Michael was well aware that Amanda was into Brad. He’s unsure if they ever hooked up, but he knows she did want him. She found Brad attractive- tall, big, strong, and his crazy personality was fun. But she picked Michael for being stable, kinder, and a long term option (and for free tits). Michael still counted it as a win.

Trevor was invited, but didn’t come to Michael and Amanda’s wedding. Michael getting married crushed him, and he went totally off the radar for almost a month after- getting black out drunk, high, and slaughtering hitchhikers in an effort to feel anything but the pain of having his best friend “stolen” from him.

Physical fights weren’t uncommon between the trio- mostly between Michael and Brad. Occasionally, Trevor and Brad would argue over stupid shit and fight. Trevor and Michael fist fought the rarest, but nearly every time they did fight, Trevor would cry after. Not usually in front of the others, but after disappearing on his own, getting high, and convincing himself that this was the fight that was going to make Michael abandon him.

Trevor remembers the exact date and time that he and Michael met. He lovingly refers to it as their “anniversary”.

The phrasing secretly pissed off both Amanda and Brad. Michael acted like he hated it, but was actually sort of endeared by it.

Brad was the first one to suggest he and Trevor go off on their own. Trevor only agreed a few weeks later after truly looking for the fact that Michael was pulling away from him. Honestly, Brad felt toward Trevor the way that Trevor feels toward Michael. He was obsessive, possessive, and hated how attached to Michael that Trevor was instead of seeing that he was “the better option”. Trevor was his person and he hated sharing him with Michael.

Trevor was, surprisingly, the peacekeeper frequently between the group. Whenever Michael would get angry about the crazy shit Trevor and Brad would get up to, Trevor would nag at him and make jokes until, often, Michael would back down and let it go. Brad would often go out of his way to say or do things to make Michael angry- enter Trevor defusing the situation before it came to blows or a shoot out. He started his fair share of fights between everyone too though with his antics and loud mouth.

Michael would pick up strippers and sex workers frequently in each town they went to- mostly slightly younger women to feel like he was reliving his “glory days”. Trevor always seemed to pick up MILFS from every bar he stopped at- older ladies love him and he loves older women who dote on him. Brad always had two or three girlfriends in each city- occasionally they’d all find out about each other and gang up to slash his tires or kick his ass when he came back through town.

Trevor hated being alone and made any excuse to share rooms when at random motels or safe houses. There could be two open motel rooms with extra beds or they could be staying in a three bedroom safe house, but either Michael or Brad would, more often than not, wake up with Trevor in bed with them or asleep on the floor beside their bed.

Brad was born into the system, and lived his whole childhood in foster care until he aged out of the system and was left to figure it out on his own. He was used to living in homes with a max of ten other kids and became very possessive of things/people (Trevor) as he was convinced they’d get taken away. And he was not good at sharing or coexisting in a space with people he didn’t like (Michael).

That being said, Brad shared almost everything with Trevor: clothes, girls, food they’d order at a diner, beds, practically everything.

Michael secretly wished, more than anything, that Trevor would calm down and grow up. Trevor was his best friend, and he did want him in his life and to be a part of his kids' lives. But between the drugs, his crazy lifestyle, and his refusal to slow down, Michael knew it was too dangerous to keep things up how they were.

(You mentioned it, and I think I’ve heard it other places too so I guess it’s just like a collective headcanon?? Or maybe it’s canon?? I seriously don’t know?) But Michael was a little older than Trevor. Maybe by like two or three years. But then Brad was younger than Trevor by a year or two also- making him like four or five years younger than Michael. And giving Michael the excuse of “being older and smarter” in his arguments about why his decisions were correct.

Trevor secretly hoped for a time that one day Michael would come to him and admit how “wrong” he’d been for marrying Amanda and they would run off together and live life how they used to back in their twenties when they first met.

[aching-tummies]

Marbled Navel

I've finally achieved the ball&socket type navel I've always thought were adorable! Well, not exactly. I found a small glass marble and it turns out it's a perfect fit for my deep little innie. I pushed the marble in, stretched my navel around it until I could feel the glass ball touching the base of my sensitive belly-button. It's incredible.

My navel has always been sensitive. On top of that, messing with it always had the added quirk of upsetting my stomach a little. That's still the case even now. I went to bed achingly hungry due to only having eaten a breakfast sandwich more than 15 hours before settling in for bed. Unfortunately, my stomach wasn't feeling very vocal despite feeling the twinges of hunger pangs squirming around my digestive tract like live snakes. I opted to play around a little--maybe try to indulge in some kink-feels.

For the last few weeks I've definitely overdone it a bit with the syringe/suction toy--pulling out my navel and tying it off with those tiny elastics for small braids. It was incredible, and flicking around my forced-outie was amazing. I also messed around with objects of varying degrees of sharpness, including a Q-tip, crochet hooks of different sizes ranging from lace to 5.0mm, needles, and drill-bits. I don't like to leave my navel pulled out for too long, as I've noticed that the elastic causes blistering. I've had a pretty bruised and tender navel for days thanks to indulging a bit too much in the syringe-toy. The marble has been a very welcome addition and alternative to the suction toy. My only complaint is that I wish it were textured rather than smooth.

The smooth glass is unforgiving--it doesn't bend or squish even when I move. When I sit up with the marble inserted, I can feel it nudging me, taking up space that otherwise would have been compressed. It feels amazing. Lying back, I've also flicked at the marble--and having it driven deeper against the tender base of my belly-button is heaven. I've spun the ball around, rotating it within it's fleshy prison, and that's felt incredible too.

Apparently, I ended up falling asleep with the marble inserted. I guess I writhe around in my sleep a lot--probably a lot more due to having been so hungry all night. I woke up and the marble was still where I had left it and my stomach was noticeably upset on top of the hunger. I guess my poor guts were convulsing against the unforgiving intrusion all night. It applied an added pressure that my guts had to work around--slight, and not noticeable…but I guess my poor tummy wasn't happy about having to work with the solid insert stirring things up all night.

Rubbing my stomach with the marble inserted is amazing as well. As the rubs pull my skin and the ring of flesh and muscle around my belly-button, the marble doesn't budge so it ends up nudging at different areas.

[dont-call-me-algernon]

Ty @circeancity for the tag!!

RULES: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

The thing is, I don’t have a single wip folder, but a different wip folder for each fandom. Meaning I have something like 20wips at a time, in various states of abandonment… yeah. So I think I’m gonna stick to the ones I’ve edited/added to at least once in the last month, for this one!

1. dead ringers

A pre-canon first meeting one shot about the citrus killers from Bullet Train, written by me for me basically, given the almost non-existent fandom for this book. Unfortunately a case of “I have everything written and more or less edited EXCEPT the last few paragraphs, how do you even end a fic”.

[...] "It's a bit freaky from up close, isn't it?"

"I beg you pardon?" He scoffed, affecting annoyance for being suddenly addressed by a stranger.

"Too bad there can only be one," the other man said, a small grin beginning to form at the corner of his mouth. Tangerine almost expected him to laugh and exclaim something along the lines of ‘oh, I always wanted to say that!’. How cliché. "And that would be me. You can save your energies. If I could be killed, I would be already dead," but then he backtracked, "Then again, if you went down without a fight, it would be kind of a bummer. So try to put up a little resistance, yeah?"

2. fishbones

I recently made a mistake, and that mistake was getting into Funger (Fear & Hunger). Now everyone must put up with my rare pair shenanigans over there too. I’m prooobably gonna keep the title, unless I come up with anything better by the time I've finished writing it (very unlikely). Also – small warning for people chit-chatting during an impromptu autopsy, I guess??

[...] "Much obliged," the doctor said, offering him a thin smile that looked almost as out of place on his gaunt features as the rest of him, with his eccentric slacks and silken bow tied around his collar, did in a devastated village turned warzone. "Henryk, was it?"

"At your service," he replied mechanically and regretted it at once. He didn't want him to get any creative ideas about his willingness to help with his current task.

"Let me tell you, Henryk, you'd make for a terrible pickpocket," the other remarked as he drew another cut along the dead man's sternum.

3. bank time babyyy

Incredibly silly working title for an incredibly self-indulgent Death Note fic about “what if some of the corrupt yotsuba execs had lived long enough to be able to react to the events of the 2020 one shot (re: the new Kira using yotsuba bank for his plan)???”

[...] "Somehow, the board still believe it’s an elaborate publicity stunt."

"And you decided you’re going to let them," Mido concluded for him. "They must think we have the strangest concept of guerrilla marketing."

"Only until I'm able to fix this…" he seemed on the cusp of adding something – situation, debacle, utter trainwreck – before likely resolving that no Japanese word could do justice to the absurdity of their predicament. "I never thought I'd be grateful for the depth of human stupidity, but here we are," he gave way to another pause, marked by an almost solemn intake of breath preluding to what, from his perspective, must have been a pretty humiliating admission. "I'll need your help. And your spirits."

Besides @bespectacled-bookwyrm I’m… not really sure who else among my mutuals has any active wips, so I’m gonna tag them and anyone else who may want to do this little game, as usual.

[saffyxiv]

On Parenthood

(cw: fertility issues, miscarriage)

I really wanted to tackle the Parent prompt for wolianger week, but it is a complex issue for Momo and I felt it might suit me better to ramble about it instead of treating it like written fic. As it deals with some heavier issues, I am keeping it behind a cut just in case. :)

As much as I adore Momo, she is not smart. When the two of them finally got together, she was not one to think about the future, or even like next week, so it had to be Urianger thinking about pregnancy protection. He was the responsible one!

Once life seemed to settle down to a point where they might possibly consider children post EW, nothing seemed to change. Unbeknownst to Momo, she had fertility issues. They worked with a few trusted chirurgeons to see if there was something to help, but nothing they tried seemed to help. And then, maybe? But she lost her first pregnancy in the first trimester, and it became a cycle for them. Long stretches of nothing, only to have another miscarriage.

It tore into Momo's self-confidence and while their relationship didn't necessarily strain their relationship to a tense degree, but it can be a bit hard when your wife is a drooped, depressed shadow of herself.

They arrived at a resolution together; they wouldn't directly adopt, but they'd do what they could to help support their community in teaching any skills they could; Uri reading, studying, and writing. Momo in crafting and cooking.

Settling into this routine helped repair Momo's self-esteem, and with a bit of time.. she was pregnant again. Wracked with nerves as the weeks went by, Momo was so sure she would lose this one like the others. But as she grew rounder and more emotional, it all started to feel more real. And as it grew more real, she was more and more afraid. Her own mother had died shortly after her birth, and Momo had no concept of what a mother was, or the expectations tied to that. And as her fear compounded, she only craved the comfort of her best friend Ishy over that of Urianger. And bless his heart, he managed with this shift as best he could. Momo would spend most of her waking hours with Ishy, craving that sense of comfort and home that had followed their friendship since they met in the Waking Sands.

And eventually she had her child! A healthy little miqo boy, with limbs a bit too long and lanky ears that framed his head. He was named Juniper after one of her favourite trees, her little miracle that thrived beyond their belief.

And though they were never able to replicate that miracle, they are so blessed to have their son! <3

TY for reading my little indulgence about my silly little miqo who tries very hard and manages to do her best. I don't have much patience for wrestling with mods to make a young male miqo work, but here's a little picture of the alt i've made of him.

[rex101111]

I'd love to see some commentary on Swipes of Sword and Fan, I'm curious when it comes to more variety-type fics where the inspiration for different chapters comes from and the like. And here's a ⭐ for anything you'd like to talk about in general about whatever!

Thank you!! Looking back im actually pretty proud of this little collection im slowly building up, though to be honest I didn't give it too much thought when I started.

It started out as a bit of a joke, the first chapter was basically just me posting one of the drabbles I sometimes write when somebody sends me a quick description. I just rolled with the premise while staying as close to those two crazy criminals as I could. I posted it as the first chapter of a "collection" half jokingly as an affectionate jab at a trend in fanfiction that is kinda dead these days but was damn near impossible to avoid just a few years back.

People taking an entire prompts list, anywhere from thirty to a hundred, and using that to make a chronologically loose collection of stories based entirely around one ship or group. A select few went the distance and did the whole bunch, but most of them stopped at around the 15 mark. Which is plenty impressive, sure, but it always struck me as evidence that fanfic writers have an awful little habit of biting off more than they can chew.

A habit I'm sure long time readers of my work will no doubt know that I share. The amount of times I said "IM GONNA MAKE A LONG FIC OUTTA THIS ONE JUST YOU WATCH" to myself only to get distracted later on by scheduling issues or just getting attached to another idea... Ah well.

So, yeah, I posted that first chapter as a bit of a jab at myself "oh yeah sure im going to make a collection out of this, the whole nine yards!...probably gonna make it an even 30, be surprised if it hits 15", and the first few chapters came to me like lightning. Since I established the setting in the summary, I pretty much gave myself the freedom to make any story I wanted so long as it was in that very vaguely defined period of time.

Any story. Any at all. Whatever weird idea came to my head with these two that I could fit on two-three pages. I kinda went nuts. Most chapters were born from a quick idea I had like "hey so what if anji got jealous?" or "how do they deal with bounties anyway?" and others I had to really sit with like "...what were Baiken's parents like?" or "tying shoes must be a pain in the ass" or "oh hey what if Anji actually did feel guilty and afraid of his actions hurting the one person he cared about" and so on.

It's gotten to the point where I'm actually fairly certain I will hit that 30 chapter mark at some point. I'm not putting myself on any time line, I just post whenever I have a suitably dense and short story I wanna add. And boom.

and im gonna use the star as a chance to rant a little about how petty I personally can be about comments. First off, I love getting any kinda comment at all, if its a simple "OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS" or something along those lines, I will gobble it up like its delicious because it is.

But! Personally speaking if you really wanna make me happy as a writer, I really REALLY like those comments that pick a sentence or a segment and go "OH I REALLY LIKE THIS PART HERE'S A QUICK RANT WHY". Been this way since I wrote weird OC shit on DeviantArt back in the day, craving that very specific "you did good" validation.

Seriously tho, if a reader doesn't have it in them to write a Formal Review of my fanfic I'm not gonna hold it against them. I probably won't answer because I'm honestly genuinely awkward like that. But the dopamine shot of "Comment on AO3" lasts longer if the comment is also longer, you know? I've read comments that made me dance in place and pump my fists like I won a marathon. that shit rocks and readers who take the time to indulge my need for overly specific praise are a treasure.

[writing-is-going-kill-me]

She had known that revealing her presence would get her killed, or at the very least thrown out to fend for herself in the middle of the ocean. She didn't care.

At the time.

Now, with the captain's face disturbingly close to her own and the crew members watching with leering faces, she wished she had just stayed hidden.

"Well now! We got ourselves a littl' girlie lads!"

The crowd of watching pirates cheered. She flinched back, away from the wandering hands of the pirate before her.

"Get away from me!" she hissed.

The captain's face darkened. "Well lookie here, men. Feisty littl' thing, isn' she? What shoul' we do ta her?"

She stared, horrified, as the crew yelled suggestions. Suggestions the captain looked to be seriously considering.

"I will not be a toy for you to indulge your sick pleasures with." she stated coldly, and with one look at the swirling sea before her, she flung herself backwards over the side of the ship.

The water was dark, darker than anything she could have imagined. Freezing against her skin.

She held her breath as long as she could, fighting frantically at the rope tying her legs and hands together. The cold made it hard to concentrate, and her burning lungs more.

She gave in.

Her lungs burned worse when the water entered them, her exhausted body shaking violently. It was over almost as it began.

She'd thought drowning would be terrifying, when she was little.

And it was.

Even more so when, instead of her vision fading to black, it seemed to grow sharper. Large shapes appeared in the dark waters around her, swirling.

She sunk slowly, numbness taking her limbs. She couldn't feel any part of her legs, anymore.

She hit the ground gently. By this time, the swirling shapes had become slowly circling fish-like shadows.

They moved in the moment she hit the ground.

One went straight for her legs. She got a better look at the other.

Long hair, similar to the seaweed she'd get tangled in as a little girl, dark skin...

...and a tail. Fish-like. Sinewy. The scales took for on her lower back, she saw. They ran down the long mass that was a tail, clearly of a fish.

The other had moved up to her face now, a rope in her hands. It was the one they'd tied her legs with. The one around her hands disappeared next.

She tried to kick her legs, tried to move away from the uncomfortably close fish-women.

She didn't have legs to kick.

She wondered if the experience could get any weirder when, in place of her legs, she saw a long, sinuous black tail.

"What is your name, young one?"

The woman's voice was strangely clear underwater, and swirled around her the way the surf did on a walk.

"Melody." Her own voice was different, an almost haunting quality to the previously lilting tones.

The fish-woman who'd untied her pulled on a strand of her hair. "Melody," her voice was like the water against her body when she fell overboard. "We are Stael, and Tia."

"You understand what we are?" Stael murmured, an almost innocent tilt to her head. She shook her head, no.

"We are the women thrown from the ships. There are many more of us, Melody. Come, we will teach you the ways of the Siren."

Her voice was hoarse above the water, apparently due to the salf water shed breathed. Nonetheless, it enchanted the pirates and sailors in a way she'd never dreamed.

They worked in pairs, most often, drawing the pirates into the water without a thought on their heads. She learned to love the power that flooded her veins.

She never reminisced about her life before, aside from a few comparisons that grew fewer as time wore on. She knew she was a siren, nothing less.

The day she met Lilian, was the day she drowned an entire ship of men.

She drifted around the girls sinking body, the way Stael and Tia swirled around hers. And when the new Siren touched the ground, she would introduce her to the rest of the clan.

The new additions became fewer as the world above progressed. She still drowned whatever sailors she could, voice singing in sync with Lillian's.

The life of a Siren was one that she enjoyed far more than that of a human girl, and one she'd live for many more years to come.

She had been Melody Sanders, daughter to a fisherman, and a baker.

She was now Melody, the daughter of Stael and Tia, and one of the best Sirens in the sea.

[esta-elavaris]

Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

How do you begin a story—with the plot, or the characters?

Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an "architect" or a "gardener"? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the storu unfold as you go?)

Guilty pleasure -- none that leap to mind right now? I did love the whole modern girl trope and I wrote a lot of very self indulgent utter crap with that trope for LOTR (and it well never, ever see the light of day) before I decided to give it an proper go with CTW. Otherwise, I love the whole "mortal/immortal" trope - Katherine Arden does it amazingly well in the Winternight trilogy...and I may or may not delve into it a bit in the novel 👀

Revisions -- not as much as I should. Twice for most chapters, more if it's an especially significant chapter. Much more for original works, though, just because that's a bit more high-stakes. I'm usually just very wary of the fact that if I dither over fanfic chapters for too long and nit-pick too much, I'll end up getting discouraged and then I'll never post the bloody thing. I hate reading my own stuff until it's already posted and then it's too late if I decide I hate it.

Plot or characters -- usually a bit of both? It depends on the story - a lot of the time I'll go in with one or two scenes in mind, and then I see how I can get there (in CTW it was chapter 83, in LBL it was when the OC meets the, er, in-laws). With OC fanfic it's kind of easier because you have the intended partner right there and then you work out what sort of person would fit well with them - and what sort of person wouldn't be useless or annoying in the plot of the pre-existing thing.

With the novel, the idea came from a dream, so I got plot/setting/character all in one, and that one was a pain in the backside in the early stages because every other character came to me before the MC did. But she arrived fashionably late and I love her.

Gardener or architect - gardener for sure. I went into CTW only really having James' death scene on the Dutchman planned out, and I went into the original novel even more blind than that. As my ambition has grown (both in terms of the projects I take on, and where I want to go with writing in general) it's forced me to take more of an organised approach and really map out chapters just so I can make sure I'm doing it right (especially with the novel bc that's a lot of original world building, which requires a bit of a plan of action), but I go off-script a lot...and when I do, it ends up being better than what I had planned. It keeps writing fun, it lets me surprise myself!

I'm sorry for writing you a whole ass essay here, friend -- ty for the ask 💜

[danpuff-ao3]

Hermione, Luna, Fleur 🧡

Hi there Anon! Thanks for the asks! 😄

Hermione Granger: A subject you know a lot about.

Gotta be ASTROLOGY, am I right? 🤣 That shouldn't surprise anyone here. Harry Potter, also. (Those books came out when I was 5 and I've basically been reading them since then.)

But for a little extra...astrology is, essentially, a language of symbolism and storytelling. (Also more math than I like to think about, so let's not get into that bit of it.) Well I, as a writer, am very drawn to the storytelling bit, but I'm also pretty well-versed in symbolism in general.

Color symbolism. Animal symbolism. Flower symbolism. I'm very fascinated by symbols, and history, and stories, and sort of tying it all together. The idea of there being deeper meaning, and deeper power, in all things. Seeing beauty and magic all around us.

That's what made Orange Blossoms so fun to write, just fully leaning into floriography. It's why I have a deep fondness for rhapsodizing about eye color; color and meaning and what all I can compare it to, and the meaning behind that. And in astrology, the elements, and the symbolism there; I blend the elements into my work where I can, too, using what I know of its symbolism.

There was a bit I was writing once where Severus was reflecting on his feelings for Lily and Harry, and I was aiming for a lot of airy comparisons for Lily (an Aquarius) and fiery descriptors for Harry (a Leo.) Fully self-indulgent and I never quite finished it!

Anyway, there I go babbling, per usual, LOL.

Luna Lovegood: Something about you other people find weird.

Hmmm. Probably a lot. But people don't generally tell me what they think is weird about me. 🤣 My laugh, maybe, or at least that's what I'm self-conscious of. I think it's loud and obnoxious, and I also happen to laugh way too much.

I also take great pleasure in very simple things. Which maybe sounds nice until I'm raving about how sweet Eddie is for bringing home a Midnight Milky Way and everyone else is like "wtf why are you telling me this." Cuz I'm HAPPY. I'm VERY HAPPY. I love dark chocolate and that was so nice!!! (Eddie is my partner btw for those who dk.)

I also have OCD and ADHD (bad combination that), so my brain is very weirdly particular about things. I'm 1000% sure people think many of those are weird. I also have tics which I hope to god no one notices but if they do, I'm sure they think that's weird, too.

Aaaand...Well. My level of obsessiveness and enthusiasm. I live in the South (U.S.) where everyone religiously follows football, wears merch for their favorite teams, and even play Fantasy Football, but I'm weird for wearing Hufflepuff t shirts and writing fanfiction. 🙄

Also I babble/ramble a lot, but I've gotta be feeling pretty comfy to talk at all so...🤷‍♀️

On the whole I embrace my weirdness so while I can be a bit self-conscious and overthink, I also love all of what makes me unique! And best of all...my weirdness brings in other weird people, who I'd rather hang out with anyway!

Fleur Delacour: What physical attribute do you like most about yourself?

MY. HAIR.

If you know you know. 😂 I'll thank my Leo Rising for great hair (Or I could thank my dad for the genetics, but...I'd rather not. I'd rather thank my Leo Rising, which means I can thank my mother instead for giving birth to me at the optimal time for great hair.)

(Okay we're getting off track, and probably oversharing a bit.)

AHEM.

I don't think I'm especially pretty, and I'm a bit insecure about a lot, but one thing I have never doubted is my hair. Dark brown (I dyed it red for years, but I went back to my natural color some years ago!) LONG...as in, nearly to my butt when fully dry. And best of all: SUPER CURLY. I have 3B hair, to give people a better idea.

I love it even more since my partner likes to tell me that I have so much chaos and liveliness in me that it sprouts out of my head that way. My hair, the ultimate representation of all my...[gestures wildly]

Anyway, maintenance is a pain in the behind. I braid it every night for bed and let me TELL YOU...getting to the end of the braid is a pain, worse still if I have to redo the braid. My arms get TIRED. Also curls tangle like crazy. I could not move at all after brushing it and somehow all of my curls start making friends.

But you know what? It's soft. It's pretty. Having long curly hair makes me feel like a fairytale princess, I won't lie. Flipping it around? Charm. The wind whipping it all over? Magic.

Also fun fact, when it's shorter, it's super springy and has a lot more volume. (The length weighs down the curls a bit.) So when my hair was short it actually kinda looked like a lion's mane. Which was cool. Especially relating to my Leo Moon and my Leo Rising (which is to thank for said hair to begin with.) Leo...lion...lion's mane. Get it?

Okay, I'll see myself out.

If you've not had enough of my babbling, you can send me more HP Name Asks.