#ty for the questions birdie!!

[payphoneangel]

For the ask game 1, 11, 24, 23 :))

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

Oh boy, starting off with a bang! Uhhh this question is very broad so I guess I'll interpret 'things' as like, events. I could go media but ehhh i think events are more interesting.

1.1 I had a rare and severe disease as a child that deeply impacted how I view mortality, comfort, and the field of medicine. Luckily, I have essentially 0 lasting health impacts from it so it's all just emotional stuff! Hooray!

1.2 My parents split in my early teens, changing not only my living situation but also how I viewed the concepts of home, family, and romance/marriage. It also was the catalyst for which started repressing all of my emotions, something I had to work hard to unlearn in my late teens/early twenties. It was a good life lesson, to say the least.

1.3 Also around my late teens, I figured out I was genderqueer! This has changed a lot, both the intricacies of my gender itself, and how it's impacted my life. Everything from the way I look/speak, how I navigate interpersonal relationships, and how I conduct myself in public are impacted by my complex relationship with gender. It's fun and exciting and freeing and enlightening, but it's also frustrating, isolating, confusing, and downright scary sometimes. I wouldn't have it any other way.

11. what do you consider to be romance?

Tbh, it's something that has been on my mind quite a lot recently! Short answer: I have no clue 😅

Long answer: I have only recently just had the revelation that I cannot tell the difference between platonic and romantic attraction. I'm not even sure romantic attraction is something I'm capable of experiencing. I can recognize (and enjoy) romance in fiction, I sing along to all the love songs, I do my best to understand the feelings of those around me when they talk about romance. But for me? I don't know. I know I've loved people, deeply and earnestly-- I love people now. But every time I try to enter a romantic relationship with someone, I feel like I'm just doing what's expected of me; going through the motions of 'what romance is supposed to look like' without actually feeling it. It's hard to say though, it's hard to identify the absence of something. How do I say I can't feel these feelings if I don't know how to identify them? Or is that in and of itself my answer? To me, there isn't anything I'd only do exclusively with a romantic partner. I don't know what romance looks like because I'd happily do anything passionate, caretaking, or intimate with a friend. But I'm told there's supposed to be extra feelings, so... here I am.

23. say 3 things about someone you hate

YESSS TIME TO BE A HATER. Okay uhhhh 1) expected me to be responsible for an entire dnd group's happiness despite my own joy becoming less and less frequent when playing (exacerbated by playing become a literal obligation) 2) assumed he knew my own needs and solutions to my problems even when I DIRECTLY STATED OTHERWISE 3) decided i had daddy issues because-- and I cannot stress this enough-- I played a warlock in his stupid campaign. Then he tried to therapize me about it. thru dnd. Needless to say I did not stay in that campaign (despite his best efforts to not let me quit)

24. what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

Ahhh I could connect this to any of the earlier questions but I suppose since I'm answering these on here I'll say this: My improvement in writing!!

Spn really got me into writing fic. Outside of taking a creative writing class in college, I haven't done any writing outside of scientific writing since I was a teen. I had a lot to learn and relearn! It's been really rewarding to send my drafts to my beta reader, and watch the amount of edit suggestions lower with each project as my writing skills have strengthened. Of course, I still have more to learn, but honing my writing skills is something that brings me a lot of joy; and it's been very fun to write fics that other people enjoy too!

ask me some stuff

[bloodxhound]

thinking abt that one time when i made a fake, one-sentence callout post for mika and someone took it seriously and unfollowed them and then asked me if mika's a dangerous individual. that was wild

[wander-wren]

Can I have a... 9, 11, and 19?

*salutes* coming right up!

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

uh….i don’t not believe in ghosts? i don’t think about it a lot, i’m not really sure what i believe, but if someone says a building is haunted sure i’ll blame flickering lights or stuff falling on the ghost. i’ll say hi when i walk in. i’m also very easily freaked by ghost stories :) but that’s just how i am about anything remotely scary.

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

so….funny thing about that….i can’t stand killing characters. i’ve done it, sure, but usually in the context of a mass death or as part of a backstory. i love traumatic backstory deaths. but in the present timeline? my MAIN CHARACTERS?? no!! no i can’t!!

i do adore a good near death experience or presumed death or brought-back-from-the-dead, though. presumed death is my fave bc you can do all the grieving and pain and then haha! surprise! they’re back! and now we have a whole different slew of feelings to contend with.

one time, i planned this story, right, and i decided at the start that the MCs younger sister figure was going to die, bc said MCs entire motivation for most of the story was keeping said sister alive and safe and wouldn’t it just be TORTURE. besides, someone needed to die, it was a pretty violent story. so i have my sacrificial lamb, and i’m picking at the story for over a year, and the more i write…i just can’t do it.

not this sweet little baby! i can’t kill her! she’s so small and deserves so much! also thematically i thought it was just a little too cruel. bc these characters were in a bit of a red room situation and Sacrificial Lamb was the one who didn’t want to escape. whatever circumstances (it’s been 2 years now and she still won’t tell me) led to her being part of the group were bad enough that she didn’t want to go back to the real world. at least if she stayed where she was it was a predictable kind of horrible. which is fucking sad??? it would be more sad if i killed her before she ever got any happiness?? before she learned to trust the real world?? jesus.

so yeah i wrote a story with the intent of killing one character to break another and in the end i still couldn’t do it. the darling graveyard contains only empty pits. sorry

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

oh god….let me make this as abridged as possible [editor’s note: i failed]

so like, technically i started at like 6 making picture books, graduated to writing actual 7-10 page stories on notebook paper, sometimes got the immense privilege of using my dad’s computer…yknow. mostly i wrote stories about animals and they usually had superpowers. it will survive rise no one that i got super into warrior cats at age 11.

not long after that is when i started writing fanfiction, though i didn’t know it was called that at the time. i must’ve been 12 or 13 and extremely into minecraft, and there was this app called minecraft seeds pro that was kinda minecraft-themed social media. my sisters and i got into it for fun seeds and maps, but i quickly found the off-topic section, which had a thriving warrior cats community for some reason? anyway i started posting warriors fic there. that lasted maybe one summer before i found wattpad

no, i was definitely 12 when i got on wattpad, i remember sitting in the intermediate school gym while my friend told me about it (and fanfic in general). i posted original stuff there, mostly, but i did rewrite and continue my warriors fic. and more warriors fics, and more original stories. i was really into fantasy and scifi dystopia. never really grew out of that, i guess.

at 13 i learned about ao3 and used it exclusively to read stony fic, since i was also getting into marvel. sometimes i got adventurous and read stuckony instead. you can still see that in my bookmarks i think it’s funny. oh, and i posted three stony fics but they’ve been orphaned bc they’re awful :)

i continued like that until my sophomore year of high school, mostly just dicking around on the ‘puter. i could probably count my finished stories from 11-15 on two hands, seriously. and most of them never got far. which is fine. i like looking back at all the ideas, i’d rather that than one big kind of terrible novel. the whole time, i had the vague idea that i wanted to be a writer, but i hadn’t done anything concrete about it yet.

anyway, october of my sophomore year, i decided that i was going to participate in nanowrimo. i found a discord server being advertised to teen writers and joined. i didn’t win nano (i came close, tho, 48k), but i made some friends and had a lot of fun and most IMPORTANTLY, wrote more words on one single project than i ever had. a project that i later finished (and rewrote two more times) that, fingers crossed, might be a debut novel. or not. we’ll see.

i’ve remained part of that discord server ever since, and i use that nano as a kickoff point to me really taking writing seriously. writing consistently, sticking with projects more, learning about craft and the industry. and i still wrote fanfic, for sure. didn’t post a lot of it, since i was very focused on my original work, but it was there.

currently, i took a break from og fic last summer and have been writing fanfiction exclusively for like, nine months. which is great! i’m happy that way. but i have sent that book from my first nano off to an editor (freelance, not like, a publishing house), and i’m starting to get the itch back for my original works. just a smidge. i still love my fic projects, though, so it’ll probably be may after school is over before i go back to them.

but yeah, the goal is, eventually, to get published. i still waffle between tradpub and selfpub. i don’t have any intentions of stopping writing fanfic, either.

[katsukistofu]

not sure if ur still taking requests but if u are would u be willing to write a hawks x prohero!reader where he finds her wearing his own merch?? ty!! i came from ur coffee mixup fic and it was just soo good i sent it to one of my oomfs and we had a mutual freak out over it 😭😭🫶🫶

awww that’s so sweet and cute omg !!! thank you very much my love i’m so happy you two enjoyed it ( >▯<) <333

picture perfect

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ hawks x prohero! fem reader. fluff. cursing. slightly suggestive. reader has ice quirk. ★ your boyfriend sees you wearing his merch and just can’t get enough.

“Dooo-ve?” Keigo’s teasing, saccharine voice is laced with barely concealed amusement. He leans against the frame of your shared bedroom's door, taking in the view of you lying on your back with an appreciative look on his face.

His heart skips a beat, getting to see you on your rare day off from patrol. Watching you, sitting there all pretty in a sweatshirt with his face on it. Your hair is messy, your socks, albeit both very cute and fuzzy, don’t match in color in the slightest and the fresh coat of polish on your nails is already chipped even though he just painted them for you during your weekly spa day yesterday.

Keigo's breath catches as he stands there, and he swears he’s never seen a more gorgeous view in his life.

The numerous sunsets, the iridescent clouds he's been so close to that he could reach out and touch them, the bright stars in the sky as he flew under them, all paled in comparison to you. Even witnessing you knock a villain out cold with a blast of your signature ice yesterday on live television, still only came second to seeing you all comfy and cozy like this.

There's a soft, giddy smile plastered on his handsome face, and he makes it so, so hard to keep up your act. “What’s that you’re wearing?”

“Nothing,” you answer from your comfortable position his side of the bed. You nonchalantly swipe on your phone to continue scrolling through your feed.

Your boyfriend’s grin only widens, and his sweet butterscotch eyes are half-lidded when he speaks again. “Trust me, I know what nothing looks like and it’s definitely not tha—ow!”

He laughs when he receives a plushie of himself flying to his face, which he easily catches in his hands. Keigo’s lips fall into a cute, overdramatic pout. “You just threw me!”

“You’ve got wings for a reason, birdbrain.” You roll your eyes and stretch your arms out. “Now come cuddle me I’m cold.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” Keigo immediately puts the plushie aside and joins you on the bed, pulling you into his warm embrace with eagerness. You’re always cold, but he never minds. Just means more opportunities to hug you, which he gladly jumps at. “Back to my question though, is that my new sweatshirt that just came out from my merch line?”

“No?” Your tone is innocently coy, and it drives him insane. In a good way. “I think you mean my fellow pro-hero boyfriend, Hawks’s merch line?”

“Damn.” Keigo muses, playing along with your little charade. His finger grazes the hem of your collar and you shiver at his feather-light touch. “Your boyfriend’s Hawks? Lucky guy, having a pretty girl like you wearing his merch. Making me jealous over here.”

You out a giggle. "He says that all the time, actually."

"Oh? He better be, or I just might steal you away." His lip brushes over your ear as he continues to murmur. “And I couldn’t help but notice that your boyfriend looks a lot like me.”

“What a coincidence,” you tease, playfully running your hand through his soft, golden locks and bringing them to rest on his cheeks.

“God, you look so fucking perfect.” Keigo groans. You’re already a sight for sore eyes, and the feeling of your fingers in his hair nearly causes him to ascend heavenward. “Next time my marketing team drops something, you’re totally modeling it.”

“I’d rather it be for your eyes only,” you say, and the dimple that appears on his cheeks at that makes your stomach do a little flip.

“Shit, birdie.” Keigo uses a hand to fan himself exaggeratedly. “Is it hot in here or is it just you?”

“Still pretty cold actually, though that might be my quirk talking. I think you’re the hot one.” You hide a cheeky smile as you feel him he hook a finger through your belt loop and firmly drag you closer on the bed in response, forcing you to turn around until your knees hit his with a soft bump.

“Guess I need to work harder at warming you up then.”

A little while later after dinner, his hair is held back with a fluffy, pink Hello Kitty headband which matches the one on your head.

“Okay, I know you said for my eyes only but can I take a pic with you for my socials? Pleaseee, baby?” Keigo begs a little later, leaning into your touch while you carefully apply his sheet face mask on him. “You just look so good I wanna show you off.”

You frown. “I don’t want a bunch of your thirsty fans on my ass, Kei.”

"They're just jealous of what they can't have." He tips your chin up and says it in a tone so matter-of-fact it makes you let out snort.

"Pretty sure it's the other way around," you mutter, using your thumbs to gently smooth down the edges of his mask on his face, and your eyes catch his, brimming with affection so intense and unadulterated you catch yourself feeling a little breathless all of a sudden.

"What?" You tilt your head. "I'm right."

"Nah, I am. You didn’t get that award for hottest heroes on the charts for nothing.” At the comically skeptical look you shoot him, he huffs out a laugh. “I’m serious! Sweetheart,” Keigo’s voice softens. “I know you don’t believe it when the press says it, but when I’m always telling you you’re beautiful, you know I mean it, right? Every single time.”

With warm cheeks, you mumble out, “I know.”

“That’s my girl. You’re everything to me, y’know?” You nod shyly and the sweet, familiar curve of Keigo’s lips makes your insides melt into a puddle of chocolate fondue. “Good. I’m right and nothing you can say or do will change that.”

“Not even if I eat your last chicken nugget?”

“Not even if you eat my last chicken nugget.”

And he says it with such certainty that you can’t help but break into a smile of your own too.

[under-the-dirt]

comfort.

this is for the request of @airghostlyfox ty for your request, sorry it took a bit to complete!!

pairing: taskforce 141 x gn!reader

tags: fluff :3 that’s really all, cuddle puddle with the task force. UNDER 13 DNI!

It was a tough say, to say the least. The recruits were a rowdy, annoying bunch. If this is how they treated their sergeant, there was no way they’d make it far in the military. You sigh and fall back onto your bed, exhausted and upset.

Your sad silence was interrupted by a smooth Scottish accent, and a knock at your door.

“Ye alrigh’ ‘n there, lovie?” Soap asks, and walks in after you grumble a response. “Was ‘t tha recruits?”

You nod and grumble again, and he walks over and wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you up to sit in his lap on the edge of your bed. He rubs your lower back gently, keeping your head pressed to his chest.

“Don’t worry, lovie. ‘S alrigh’.” He coos, and you soon hear another knock and another set of footsteps and another set of arms around your waist.

“Why are we upset, love?” Gaz’s smooth voice warms your ear.

“Tha recruits,” Soap huffs, rubbing your lower back gently. Another set of footsteps and another guff voice asking what’s wrong.

“There’s my birdie, wha’s got ya upset?” Prices rough voice questions, rubbing your arm gently. “C’mere love,” He coos, lifting you from the Scot’s arms and pulling you to his chest as he lays down. Soap hops down and wraps his arm around your middle while Gaz rubs your leg over Soap. The unexpected happens when your infamous Lt. walks in and without a word, wraps his arm around your back and toys with your hair.

You forgot about the recruits long ago, now the only thing on your mind was Price’s heavy cigar and cedar scent as you buried your nose into his neck. You were quick to fall asleep, that’s for sure.

i hope you’re feeling well! also, rly sorry if you meant individually, this is how i pictured it <3 j cannot stress how difficult it is to write 5 people cuddling at once, quite the task i hope i never have to undertake again lmaooo anyways ly ghostly :3

[orions-tears]

Truly Yours - Ominis Gaunt [Part 1]

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x fem!Ravenclaw Reader

A/N: Oh hey. Long time no see. I've had a lot happening and I finally feel like I'm able to write again. I haven't replayed the game just yet so I apologise if Ominis seems off this is just my mind Ominis. Also you may read this and question if I remember that Ominis is blind. I do. Anyways, you may look at this and say, "Milo, this is weirdly similar to another fic your wrote. Truly Yours, remember?" An my answer is yes, yes it is. Someone lovingly requested that I switch the roles of the fic to Ominis pining after the reader. I love the request so here she is. To be honest I'm most worried about this not living up to the original but we can't all be perfect can we? Anyways, I'm back and I love you all. Thank you for still reading my work and giving it love. Enjoy.

You feel the bench shift as it’s weighed down to your left. You look over and see that Ominis has joined you. Odd…you think. You look around for Sebastian and see him lounging at a table in the back of the classroom, talking to Poppy. You look back at Ominis and smile lightly.

“Umm, Ominis…sorry, I’m not Sebastian,” you say quietly, hoping not to embarrass him.

He turns his head toward you and pauses, opening his mouth as if to say something. Before he does, he closes his mouth again, standing up and pulling his wand out. “Sorry,” he replies, walking over to Sebastian and sitting down.

You watch him as he walks away and turn back around, frowning. I hope I didn’t offend him…

As Professor Ronin walks in, Poppy walks over and sits next to you. She smiles widely at you and lays her hand on yours. “So what was Ominis doing over here?”

You shrug and smile back. “No idea. I assumed he just had the wrong table.”

She nods and leans back. “Okay…”

You fold your arms and laugh. “What?”

She shakes her head and looks up at Professor Ronin who stands at the front of the class, beginning his lesson. You look over at Ominis and see him listening intently. You sigh and look down at your textbook, tuning into the rest of Professor Ronin’s lecture.

***

“Ow!” you shout as something hits you in the back of the head, thumping onto the ground of your room. You turn around and see a small box on the ground at your feet. You pick it up and look up to see Samantha standing in your doorway.

“Little birdy left that for you at dinner but you never showed.” She smiles. “Gift from an admirer, Y/N?”

You laugh and shake your head. “Not possible, but I’m grateful you think so highly of me.” The box is small enough to fit in your hand with a string tying it shut. A small piece of parchment lies under the string and you pull it out, flipping it over.

Y/N,

I had hoped to find something as beautiful as you,

but this will have to do. I hope you enjoy.

Yours Truly,

G

You stare at it for a moment and look back up at Samantha. “You may be right, actually.”

She gasps and runs over, looking down at the box in your hands. “Well open it then!”

You look down at the box and pull the string. Opening it up you find a necklace. A gorgeous sliver chain adorned with jewels and a large sapphire. Samantha gasps again and you stare down at the necklace.

“That’s beautiful,” Samantha says quietly. “You have to try it on,” she says, looking up at you.

You look at her and smile. “I don’t even know who this is from.” She takes the note from your hand and looks at it. She frowns and looks back up at you. “Not Garreth…right?”

You laugh and shake your head. “I hope not! I’m sure it’s not. Sweet boy, but no.”

Samantha gestures to the necklace and you nod. She picks it up and gently puts it around your neck, clasping it. You walk over to your mirror and look at it. It really is beautiful…you think. You turn to Samantha and sigh. “I guess I have to go ask Garreth about it, don’t I…?”

She presses her lips together and nods. “Best option.”

As you make your way to find Garreth you think about how you’ll even ask him. Hi, Garreth. Did you gift me this necklace? No, too forward. Hi, Garreth. Are you secretly in love with me? That’s worse. Hi, Garreth do you-

“Y/N!” shouts a voice behind you.

You turn around to see Sebastian walking over. “Hi, Sebastian,” you reply, smiling.

He stops in front of you and looks down at your necklace. “Nice jewels. I was wondering who that was for.”

You smile at his statement. “Thanks! I got it from…wait…you know who gave this to me?”

He stares at your for a moment, eyes growing wide. He returned himself to a calm composure and folds his arms. “I do not.”

You put your hands on your hips and frown. “You definitely do.”

He shakes his head and backs up. “No idea, have a nice day.” He smiles mischievously and walks away, humming to himself. You sigh and touch the necklace. That whole interaction created more questions than it answered. Garreth will have to wait.

***

“I find it hard to describe my feelings for you,” Everett says theatrically, holding up a piece of paper. The students around him laugh and you sit down, looking over at him.

“What’s that, Everett?”

He freezes and looks over at you. “Oh…umm…yours…?” he replies, slowing handing the paper to you.

You take it and look down at it. It’s a letter. From G again. Your frown and look back at Everett. “That’s not very nice, opening people’s mail, is it?”

He swallows. “No. Sorry, Y/N.” You sigh and look back at the letter, reading it.

Y/N,

I had hoped to write a letter to you, explaining why I feel the need to present you with gifts. This issue at hand, however, is that I find it hard to describe my feelings for you. I know how I feel, but attempting to express this in words has proved troublesome. I will attempt to express them hear and I hope my quill portrays my feelings correctly.

You are, in short, beautiful. I have been searching for ways to explain this and can only come up with this: You are beautiful like the moon. You are beautiful like the flowers that bend in the breeze. You are beautiful like the sea, rushing up against the cliffs.

You are so intelligent as well. Of course, you may claim I say this just because you are a Ravenclaw, but I do mean it. You are one of the smartest witches I have ever met. You rival even the best witches and wizards and I am humbled to know you.

You radiate a warmth that feels safe and kind. I wonder how often you notice me and if it is as often as I notice you. The time we spend apart is too much for me to bear. I long to be near you again and I hope we will meet again soon. Until then…

Eternally yours,

G

You stare at the letter for a long moment, taking in the words. Whoever this is has spent a lot of time thinking about you. You fold the letter and shove it in your robe pockets, standing and leaving the Great Hall. You round the corner towards the stairs and bump into someone, stumbling back. You hear a quiet grumble and look up to see Ominis. “Oh! Ominis, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.”

He straightens and turns his face toward you. “I could say the same thing,” he replies, flatly. You stare at him for a moment and then burst into laughter. He smiles lightly. “Where were you going in such a hurry?” he asks, tiling his head.

You pull the letter from your pocket. “Someone sent me a letter. A…uh…well, a love letter, I guess. I was going to my room to think.”

He stiffens and turns away, slightly, smile dropping. “I see. I hope it isn’t crass.”

You shake your head, even though he can’t see it. “No. It’s…well it’s very sweet actually.”

He turns back toward you, smile returning and nods. "Good."

You put the letter back in your pocket and open your mouth to say something, hesitating. “Ominis…you don’t happen to know who G is, do you? Sebastian definitely knows but he won’t say anything.”

He shakes his head. “No…sorry…”

You smile. “No worries. I should get going though, I don’t want to hold you up,” you say, resting a hand on his shoulder. “See you in Potions Class, Ominis.” You drop your hand and head back to your room. They’re both totally lying, huh…?

[ingravinoveritas]

Go Wilfred! Love their shirt!

Hi there! Well, I did see this post of Georgia's yesterday, and there is a lot happening in this picture/post, of which Wilf's shirt is just one small part, and I definitely have a lot of opinions. Full disclosure, however, before I delve deeper: I am an only child, and my parents have been married for over 50 years, so I am by no means an expert on sibling relationships or blended families. What follows are only thoughts based on my own observations.

For those who didn't see Georgia's post (and I was a bit delayed in seeing it myself, due to the holiday here this week), she posted the photo below of her and David in the DW era, one of her as Jenny, and the family photo above, in that order. This was then followed by the below Insta story of a picture of Ty inside a Dalek:

What really struck me about this post is that Georgia posted that family photo and wrote the caption about Doctor Who giving her a family...and yet Ty is not in the picture. She very, very easily could have chosen a picture that Ty was in, but seemingly purposely chose not to, and the optics of that alone are questionable. It is my understanding that, in many blended families, the stepchild (in this case, Ty) is sometimes treated differently than the "biological" children, for any number of reasons. Yet David has never once treated Ty as anything other than his own, never once referred to him as his "stepson"--only as his son. So the impression that this post gives is that Georgia thinks of her family as the one she had with David, and Ty somehow "doesn't count" because he was from a previous relationship ("new" family vs. "old").

As I mentioned before, I am not at all an expert on blended families, but I feel as though my impression of this post was further bolstered by what we see in your screenshot @kime11e--Ty commenting asking where he is, and Georgia calling him "needy," followed by her posting that photo in an Insta story as almost an afterthought. I'm just very confused by what kind of mother calls her own child "needy" for wanting to know why he's not in a family photo, because it seems rather cold and heartless on her part. Could this be some sort of inside joke/banter between Georgia and Ty that I am entirely missing? Absolutely. But as we know, in jokes are only funny if we're in on the joke, and the fact is, we have seen Georgia make similar comments about her other children (calling Birdie a drunken accident, lest we forget) so that, to me, suggests this isn't a one-off occurrence.

Which then brings me to Wilf and their shirt in this picture. It is definitely a great shirt, to be sure. And I truly do love that Wilf seems to be so supported and accepted by their parents for exactly who they are. What I keep thinking about, though, is that Wilf is 10 years old, and is starting to or about to start going through puberty and that journey of finding out who they are. I remember how difficult and painful and scary that journey was, navigating the turmoil that was happening inside my body and my mind. The difference, however, is that I went through all of this in private, but Georgia is putting Wilf's journey out on Instagram for the world to see.

What also seems strange is that none of the other kids are wearing shirts that advertise their sexual orientations. Again, this is not about shame, or saying that Wilf should have to hide who they are--and I cannot overstate how beautiful it is that they have such a loving family and a safe place to be themselves, especially at such a young age. It's about the fact that David has been/is being targeted by lunatic homophobic and transphobic bigots in the UK calling him a "groomer" and all sorts of foul and disgusting insults, and I just worry that singling Wilf out in this particular way could have unintended negative consequences. I know folks will say that that seems ridiculous or paranoid and that Wilf of course has people who are looking out for them...but their own parent is the one who posted this on Instagram. And once something is on the Internet--pictures or any personal information--it's out there forever.

So, yes. Those are my (not at all intended to be controversial) thoughts on this new post from Georgia. I know I could be completely off and misinterpreting all this, so I welcome comments from my followers with their thoughts and impressions about all of the above...

[mochiwrites]

Hello mochimoch my favourite mochicat. A polytechs prompt for you: the three of them going on a long distance date while Mumbo is travelling off server and Iskall is doing on Vault Hunters

ueueueue ty void, my favorite void 🥺

reminder that reblogs do more than likes <3

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“Scar is doing what?!”

Iskall’s laugh comes through Grian’s communicator a bit choppy, too echoey and a bit robotic. The call does little in favor of the laugh, but Grian has heard it so much that the sound is forever ingrained in his ears. He can hear it quite clearly.

“He’s certainly more of a menace than a superhero,” Grian chuckles himself, shaking his head. “I think we’re all living in fear of being snipped from behind.”

“Gosh,” Mumbo sighs with a little amused huff, shaking his head. “I guess we got off server at the right time then.” He’s moving something around on camera, hands just out of frame. His sleeves are rolled up, and Grian can see bits of redstone dust on his shirt and face.

“Come on Mumbo,” Iskall says, “knowing your luck Scar’ll keep this up until you get back.” There’s something teasing in his voice, and it makes Grian smile softly, fond.

“I hate that you’re right,” Mumbo grumbles.

“How’s your Vaulting going, Iskall?” Grian inquires, looking at his camera.

With the way the camera is set up, Grian and Mumbo have a good view of the other’s storage set up. They’ve been rummaging through a bunch of their chests for a good portion of the call, crafting things. There’s some kind of altar set up that he’s been setting items down on.

“Oh, just great! Omega success!” Iskall answers, fiddling around with something in his hands. “Haven’t died once.”

There’s something about their tone that makes Grian and Mumbo share a look through the screen. “You totally did, didn’t you?” Grian questions.

“They definitely did.” Mumbo nods sagely in agreement.

“I— gah! Menaces, the two of you,” Iskall grumbles, making them both laugh. Iskall joins in a second later, and warm laughter echoes in the room of Mumbo’s vault. It almost sounds like they’re here with him.

Yearning burns in Grian’s chest as he looks at his partners, his smile softening at the edges. He’s wearing one of Iskall’s green hoodies over his jumper, and each time he breathes in he gets a soft whiff of spruce. Except the smell is beginning to fade. He watches both of them, and he aches.

“Everything alright over there, Gri?” Mumbo asks, looking at him. His camera is mostly clear, allowing Grian to clearly see the concerned look in his eyes.

“Huh?” Grian looks at him. “I’m fine.”

Iskall looks at him with a small frown. “You look like you’re seconds away from crying,” he pauses, “you’re also wearing my hoodie again, Birdie.”

Grian pauses, realizing very easily that he’s been caught. “I’m fine, really,” he says, because he is. He then hesitates, glancing around Mumbo’s unfinished vault. He sighs, wings drooping behind him slightly.

Mumbo had been the first to go off server, saying he needed to rediscover his spark. Grian could see the break was something he needed, and was the first to encourage him to take said break. Iskall was right behind him, and Grian thought he’d be just fine with Iskall around, that it’d make missing Mumbo easier.

But then Iskall had taken a break as well, and Grian was alone. They have their ways of staying in touch, in keeping each other in the loop and making sure they all know how loved they are. If Grian is being honest though, it isn’t the same as being able to fly to Mumbo or Iskall’s bases and flop into their arms. It isn’t the same as being in the same room as they are and laughing along, leaning against them when he can’t hold himself up.

His flock feels incomplete.

“I miss you both,” he admits, fidgeting with his hands.

“Oh Gri,” Mumbo murmurs, “I miss you too.”

Iskall nods, “It’s weird being able to do redstone without worrying about a pesky bird dropping a potato in there.”

“Hey!” Grian squawks, “I didn’t know it’d do that!”

Warm laughter spills from Iskall as they grin at Grian, “And I’ll never let you live it down.” Their grin softens at the edges as their voice goes a bit softer, “I miss you both very much.”

Just hearing them say that makes his chest swell, and rather than diving any further into his emotions, Grian eyes them both, “I’m going to cover both of your bases in chickens. For a welcome home present.”

Mumbo goes pale and mutters something about leaving Grian unsupervised while Iskall laughs. But the important thing is Grian sees his feathers on both their persons (an earring in Mumbo’s ear, a bracelet around Iskall’s wrist), and he melts.

His flock has parts of him, too.

[toournextadventure]

Why do I get the impression that Bird! Reader has all the self preservation instincts of a lemming?

Massively high building or cliff? Of course she'll just jump off it! She can fly, can't she?

The Furs are having a tousle? She's probably the one who started it, and the Furs love it because her strength matches theirs while they're in human form.

Thunder and lighting? She'll be up in the tallest tree to watch it "You get a way better view from up here!".

Wednesday will never admit it, but she almost has a heart attack everytime she sees Reader doing something reckless. Straight up telling her off doesn't usually work, so Wednesday, Enid and Thing (sometimes even Yoko and Bianca too) tag team and use reverse psychology to force Reader to take better care of herself.

The very human part of her is like "how about we stay away" but the other part, the VERY BIRDY part, is like ".... or we could just not." One time she asked 3 Gorgons, at the same time, to stone her cause "I just wanna know what it's like! Is it more intense? Will I be stuck forever? That would be so cool." Another time she went up to the Sirens and was like "I bet I could resist a Siren song, try to get me to jump in the lake" and everyone just runs up to her in terror to stop her. Like, her entire mentality is just "Trust me, I know what I'm doing" and she most certainly does NOT know what she's doing

The entire gang is constantly going "damn, you know what I bet would be even more dangerous? Not getting involved" and Reader is just like "..... shit you're right, I'm gonna do that instead." Like, they have to come up with more and more ridiculous ways to get her to listen because she's not necessarily reckless, she's just an entire dumbass that NEVER gets the braincell

When it comes down to it, Wednesday is not above literally tying Reader to a chair to stop her from acting like an idiot. And the worst part? She'll just sit there happy as can be because, you know, now she's getting attention and she knows Wednesday has to tolerate her talking because the only other option is letting her go and that is absolutely out of the question

[akielzx]

Hello, May I request a onshot including cuddles with Johann Chu at night? Ty. <3

YESYESY I LVOE JOHANN VERRY MUCH, OUR 'ROBOT' BOYYY also HELP IM SORRY I FORHOT I HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS

bro i'm so sorry i had this in my drafts i think for a month, i'll then write the other submission later :sob:

maybe i just wanna be yours ！✦

＃；oneshot, johann chu x reader

tags // just tad bit spoiler (the info abt shavee in the chat n all and only that i think, maybe also abt his dad), comfort, slight misunderstanding but it's fine in the end, understandings, johann bby muah muah, also johann might be a bit ooc so bear with me, this is kinda long [keyword: kinda]

johann chu wasn't the one to be expressive of his feelings, and understand his feelings. hence why he felt bemused about [name], they certainly made a huge imprint on him.

yet shavee had also had an impact on him. but [name]'s case was slightly different. even if he had missed an opportunity to have her, it was okay now. he was healing a bit.

when they were chatting and johann had slipped this information to [name] and some other emotional turmoil, he yet puts training first once again.

nonetheless, all was well in the end. it was night and johann thought of something. [name] was doing quite well in their training, but he heard from a little birdy that they weren't quite doing well in draconic history.

maybe stress was getting to them? either way, as their senior, he felt obligated to help them out. it wasn't in a negative light, but he somehow felt like it.

as they were conversing, he then brought up their history course. [name] surprisingly did mention how they were struggling to understand a little and he offered to help them.

they asked where the both of them should go and he bluntly said at his dorm. [name] was confused at first why they wouldn't be doing it at the library.

he simply said it might be a bit troublesome for them as to referring to the girls that swooned over him, even if some girls do have self-control, he still didn't want to risk it.

and he wanted to spend more time with [name] not in training. he wanted to know more about them. miscellaneous things would suffice.

as the day passed, it was finally the time they decided to meet up that johann proposed. he asked [name] to meet him at the basketball court so he could escort them to his dorm.

when they finally came, he started to escort [name]. it was a bit awkward at first, given how the girls they passed by would look at them in envy.

[name] would try and flip them off by either going to scratch their cheek, getting something out of their eyes, or tucking their hair behind their ear using the middle finger.

but johann caught on and said that it doesn't matter and just ignore them for the best. they slightly grumbled, but begrudgingly complied as he is their senior and they didn't want to hear a lecture from a certain someone.

johann sighed, slightly amused but it went unnoticed. as soon as they entered the lionheart's club base, there susie was. she exchanged words with johann until she spotted [name].

she then asked if they were going to join, but johann answered for [name] that they were just looking around and dismissed susie. that made them confused, but thankful either way for their senior for answering for them.

he then led [name] to his dorm, and there they both discussed where they were struggling a bit. they shyly confessed that even tho they could've said that they would just research it, they were thankful for his help.

they can, but it was much more understandable if someone was there teaching it because they could get their possible unanswered questions answered.

johann nodded understanding. it is preferred that most should have a study group so there's a chance someone knows the subject they're studying and can answer simple questions.

as time passed, [name] started to understand more. they scribbled in their notebook while listening to johann. "so.. only the light king, priest- 'inazami' possessed equal power to nidhogg?"

johann nodded, confirming the statement was true, [name] scribbled again and continued, "but she also failed to rebel and renounce his position.. right?"

"yes. you are correct, i must say i am impressed by you..- not only you are quite the fast learner when we train, but also a good listener." [name] scratched their head a bit, "eh.. haha. it's just that i- wait no, you're a good guide and tutor is all.."

'and i like hearing your voice..' [name] felt a bit awkward and looked at the time, it was getting a bit late. they then start to stand up from their comfortable position.

johann was a bit confused at this sudden action, he still wanted to ask some questions. the not-too-personal ones. he couldn't think straight this time and grabbed [name]'s wrist.

"where.. are you going?"

[name]'s eyes widened a bit and looked at him.

"johann?"

his grip on [name] wavered a bit, his action seemingly getting him off-guard. he then loosened his grip and backed away. he pondered about something.

"..i don't know what this feeling is… i feel a sense of euphoria when i see you or… sometimes everything's better when you're here."

"huh?" [name] looked at him dumbfoundedly.

"i'm really glad you're here, but at the same time, i'm not because i'm scared. i'm scared i might lose you too."

"johann senpai? what are you-"

"i hope you know how much you mean to me. i wish you could see in you what i see in you."

[name]'s eyes widen at the sudden statement. they stood in their place shocked. "i… i don't understand you johann.." they ask, their brows furrowing in confusion.

"i don't either. but.."

"i'll hear you out on this. but i don't want it to be too long."

"..why?"

"…"

johann looked at [name] in anticipation, yet they stayed quiet. he asked once again, and [name] suspired.

"because… i don't want to make more assumptions and fall harder."

"why would you fall harder..?-"

"johann senpai, i've had harboured feelings for you. it feels off sometimes. i don't know if- if it's okay given your circumstance and mine."

he looked at [name] expectantly, yet stunned. he didn't expect his junior to also like him. but his brows furrowed. when [name] decided to speak once more, as he had an unanswered question.

"it's not just an infatuation i have for you, it's not just any epitome that i admire. but the way, you are you senpai. i've never loved anyone the way i love you before..''

[name] then took a deep breath before continuing.

"i'd accept your flaws in any way possible, i'd try and understand you better with how you act and maybe i understand.. but i don't. i don't understand how you feel about me. i appreciate you for you-"

"and i do too."

the sudden intervention has [name] stunned. they decided to look at johann, just to see him furrowing his eyebrows. his grasp went back to [name]'s wrist and slightly pulled them closer, but not harshly.

"i like spending time with you. it's nice. i feel calmer when i’m with you. it’s weird. i never thought i could feel like this, but you showed up. now, it’s like i don’t wanna go on knowing i might lose the feeling. and i might end up losing you."

[name]'s hands slightly quivered as his voice wavered. he felt their hands slightly shaking and he held it with the hand he grasped their wrist with.

"..are you okay [name]?.."

[name]'s breath hitches for a bit before taking a deep breath from their mouth and shaking their head, "yeah.. i'm- i'm fine johann."

"no. you aren't fine, did.. did i say something wrong perhaps..?"

johann squeezed their hand gently and rubbed circles on it, this action made [name] tense but relaxed a bit after they snapped out of their trance.

"wha- no!- no, you didn't. i just-"

johann took both of [name]'s hands and held them close to his chest, making the both of them close to each other, but not too close.

"i'm sorry if that caught you off-guard. i just couldn't-"

he was cut off as [name] hugged him and nuzzled their head close. they hummed to themselves and hugged him tighter,

"i like spending time with you too.."

"..then spend the night with me"

"of course."

-

ok bro i know that wasnt really cuddling but man idk :sob: thats all you get please accept it p;ease. im beiggin you

[crushribbons]

20 q's for fic writers

tagged by the incomparable @strangethings-everywhere ty sweetness 🤍

How many works do you have on AO3? i am one hundred years old and have never made an ao3 account so i'll answer these abt my tumblr LOL i have 8 works on my masterlist currently

What's your total AO3 word count? brother i've no idea FJLDJSFD

What fandoms do you write for? oh so many, obvs primarily HL and TBITB right now but i'd love to get into writing GOT, Dune, and some nichier ones hehe

Top five fics by kudos? no idea of the other four but my fic Birdie seems to be That Girl

Do you respond to comments? always try to!! they make my entire life!!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? errr maybe my ominis gaunt arranged marriage fic where she DOESN'T run away with him at the end mwahaha

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? all the other ones DJAFLDKSFJL i am a happy ending truther 😭

Do you get hate on fics? in the past probably...definitely have gotten demands and way-too-detailed suggestions about fics but i have never and will never give people who are too afraid to create something the power to critique it :/ #writeityaself

Do you write smut? severus snape voice obviouslyyyyy

Craziest crossover? does brainstorming a crack threesome w @seasidesandstarscapes count JFLKSJFLSJF

Have you ever had a fic stolen? soo many, people have definitely taken advantage of the fact that i'm not on ao3 by yanking my stuff and putting it on there but i have opps everywhere so people usually let me know when that happens LMAO

Have you ever had a fic translated? i do not think so but would love to!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? yesss back in the day me and my girls would ALL the time and i think it is such an excellent exercise to build on what someone else starts!!

All time favorite ship ugh impossible...probably something dorky like macdennis

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i have a newt scamander /squib!fOC fic sitting in the drafts that i can't seem to crack but i love the beginning very dearly 🥺

What are your writing strengths? if i find any i'll let y'all know

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? perfection when done correctly!! usually if i don't speak any of the language i won't do more than a word or two, though, to be safe.

First fandom you wrote in? oh my godly goodness....maybe genuinely like one direction or something like that when i was TEENY TINY do NAHT hold it against me

Favorite fic you've written? oh i had some i really loved from old fandoms but currently, probably my silly little garreth weasley bridgertonesque fic...she was so pretty and fun to write <3 also very sweet spot in my heart for my bobby moch fic fair game 🥺

anna said there's no 20th question so i'l just say i love you :)

zerooo pressure tags for @wedonthaveawhile @pluviowriting @myokk mes enfants 🤍

[lowlights]

You Belong with Me

This is dedicated to my beloved @ezrasbirdie who let me force my way into their life and demand to be their friend. Birdie, you are a gift and one of the kindest people I have met. You make every day better!

You Belong with Me

W.C.: 3.1k, no beta sorry

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x female, plus size reader (descriptions are fairly blank though)

Warnings: sex toys, masturbation, praise, rim job and anal play, lingerie, Dieter’s real name is used, P in V sex, cum play, cum eating, lots of dirty talk, reader is in control and the softest dom, Dieter is a subby boy, everyone gets to cum a lot, a smidge of cockwarming, lots of "good boy" talk, reader is female and plus size. Filth and feelings.

**

“Is this a sex thing?”    

“Can’t a guy just blindfold you without it being for sex?” Dieter asks with extra big puppy dog eyes. He knows exactly how to work you after all these months together. 

You scoff. “I mean, not usually, Bravo.” 

“Alright, baby, you got me there,” Dieter chuckles. “Just let me do this? Please?” 

You sigh and turn around so he can wrap the black silk over your eyes, obstructing your view of his sprawling, open-concept living room. He kisses the back of your neck before tying the silk, sending a shiver up your spine. 

He guides you around the corner and through the door into the small study with a pointless Los Angeles fireplace. It was staged perfectly, most likely by some top celeb designer who loved a client with no opinion and a black AmEx card. You had been inside the room precisely one time when Dieter had given you a tour of the house more than eight months ago. 

“Did you blindfold me to walk me 12 feet into the next room?” you wonder as Dieter guides you to a stop. So dramatic. 

He pulls your blindfold off with a soft flourish. “Tada!” he announces. 

Your jaw drops open as you look around the room. Apart from the floor-to-ceiling shelves of books that no one will ever read, and an artfully arranged desk with a sleek Mac, there were several small tables draped in luxurious plummy purple silks and blood-red velvets. 

And every surface is covered in sex toys. 

Vibrators, dildos, and plugs in every shape and color. Riding crops, nipple clamps, and what you have to assume is a harness for a strap-on dildo are also on display, along with several items you’ve never seen in your life. You pick up a set of silver handcuffs, lined in black fur, and hold them up for inspection. 

“Dieter, what the fuck is going on?” you question, eyes wide. 

Dieter looks a little unsure as he reaches out to rub his hand nervously along your hip. “Well, I wanted to do something special for your birthday tomorrow. I know you’re not big on getting photographed out together, and thought we might get papped walking out of a sex shop. So, I had them bring the sex shop…here,” he says, gesturing with his head. 

Your heart goes gooey. “Dieter, this is the most bizarrely sweet thing I think you’ve ever done for me,” you confess, still looking around with eyes the size of dinner plates. “Are we supposed to…use all these things?” 

He smiles, a cockeyed grin that’s won you over again and again since your first date. “You remember a couple of weeks ago when you said you wanted to get an assortment of toys and use them on me?” 

As if you could forget that morning he had you sprawled out underneath him, sweaty and boneless after a string of unforgettable orgasms. He had used your toys on you (basically all of them) and you lovingly threatened to get him back. The sensation of his length hardening against your thigh had told you that he loved the idea, although you couldn’t have imagined it happening like this. 

“Yeah,” you say with a coy smile, “I remember.” 

“Wanna pick some out together?” 

You and Dieter walk hand in hand around the room, inspecting every toy and setting aside the ones that look like fun. He explains to you a few of them that you haven’t seen before, and you pick out some items that he’s never tried either. It’s thrilling, and the anticipation of using them makes you giddy with excitement. 

It’s romance, Dieter style. 

** 

Dieter never had a problem letting you take the lead. Some days you needed to be in control, and he loved it. There were times when he liked to pull you apart piece by piece instead. It always worked, the two of you, from the very beginning. You both valued open communication and prioritized each other’s needs, something that still shocked Dieter

Your birthday had been perfection; Dieter had taken care of everything. Spa services brought to the house, lunch with friends at your favorite little cafe, and a movie marathon on the gigantic bean bag in his living room that could easily fit four people. You both know what’s coming next.

“I feel bad now,” he admits, long after the credits have rolled. “I should be making you feel amazing on your birthday. Why did I think this was a good idea?” 

You push his unruly brown curls away from his face, kissing his forehead. “You listened to me and are giving me exactly what I want. How is that not a good idea?” He hums an acknowledgment. 

“Besides, I know exactly what I want to do to you tonight. I’m excited, babe. Are you?” you ask him as you hug him close to you. 

“Fuck yeah I am. Can I make you cum after?” 

“Yes, you can,” you reply with a grin. 

** 

Now, it was time for your final birthday present: Dieter, naked and scrubbed clean, waiting for you on his bed. 

You changed into one of the presents that Dieter had gotten for you: a high-cut black teddy with a cinched waist that made your tits look amazing. You look yourself over in the large mirror, confidence oozing from every pore. This was a newer feeling for you and something for which Dieter was directly responsible. 

You flip off the light and walk out of the bathroom, stopping in the doorway. “Hey, baby. You like?” you inquire, doing a little twirl for the sweet man waiting for you. 

“Oh shit. Yeah.” Dieter has done exactly what you told him to do: he’s made himself comfortable on his bed with not a stitch of clothing on. Despite your instructions that he isn’t allowed to touch himself, he is already half-hard. You might have made him wait out there a few minutes, just to edge him a teeny bit. 

Set out neatly on the bedside table are all the toys that you selected. You saunter over to them, giving Dieter a show as you bend at the waist to inspect them. You hear Dieter murmur expletives under his breath when you give your ass a little wiggle before picking up a tiny bullet vibe. 

You kneel next to him on the bed and kiss him deeply. He’s already hungry, grabbing at your big tits when you lean into him. “Hands at your side, baby,” you command gently. He immediately complies, sending shockwaves of excitement through your body. You’re in control now, fully and completely, and fuck- it feels good. 

“I’m going to tell you exactly what to do, Dieter. If you do everything just as I say, I’m going to reward you. It’s my birthday and I’m in charge, right?” He nods excitedly in response as you straddle his thighs. “Good boy. You’re so good, giving me just what I want.” 

You turn the small silver vibe on, a low rumbling setting, and drag it up from his navel to his collarbone. Goosebumps blossom on his gorgeous skin when you circle his nipples with the vibrating toy. His hands shoot up to your thighs, kneading into the thick flesh there. You immediately pull the vibe up and he whimpers. 

“No touching, remember? I’ll tell you when you can move,” you remind him. “What’s your color, baby?”

“Gr-green. I’m sorry,” he says. 

You immediately bring the vibe back down, much to his relief. “That’s my good boy.” You drag the vibe down across his belly and down the trail of hair to the base of his cock. Dieter whines and does his best to keep his hips still, trying so hard to be good for you. He craves your praise more than he ever has before. His cock is almost fully hard, and you drag the vibe along the underside of it as you watch pre-cum start to bead at the tip. Your teasing is agonizingly slow. 

“Baby, I- if you keep that up I will cum right now,” he moans. He starts to thrust, little stuttered motions, thighs starting to shake. 

You remove the toy and shut it off, tossing it on the bed next to you. Dieter’s hips still their movement but his flushed red cock, nestled against the soft slope of his belly, throbs with need. “Not yet. I wanna show you something else,” you say as you reach for a little blue plug and a bottle of lube.

“Is that for me?” Dieter asks in an excited voice. 

You stand up move to the end of the bed, putting one foot up on the tall mattress so that Dieter can fully see you. You pull your teddy to one side, showing off your gorgeous little pussy as you squeeze some lube on the short plug and position it between your legs. “No, it’s for me. This isn’t just for your ass; I read that you can use it for a vaginal plug too. So I’m going to slide it…ooh, into my warm cunt and stay nice and stretched out for when I let you fuck me tonight. Sound good, Dietz?” 

“Yes. Yes. Oh god, yes.” 

You replace the crotch of your teddy and crawl back over to him, the satisfying fullness making you smile like the cat who caught the canary. “Besides,” you whisper in his ear, “I want it to taste good when you eat me out. That stuff is flavored like cotton candy.” 

Dieter wants to touch himself to badly, it’s evident. His eyebrows furrow in concentration and you see his fists balled at his sides. You lie down next to him, head propped up on your hand, wiggling slightly on your plug. “Look at me,” you command. He obeys. “Look at me and touch yourself.” 

Relief floods his face. “Really? Thank you, oh my god, thank you.” He starts stroking his large cock, swirling his thumb around his thick head. 

“Tell me how it feels, Dieter.” 

“So fucking good. I wish it was your hand.” 

“I know, baby boy. But I wanna watch you. Keep going. So good for me.” 

Dieter never breaks eye contact, hand moving swiftly up and down his cock. His cheeks are tinged pink and as more praise falls from your lips, he gets closer and closer to his peak. You lean over and fit a small little device on your finger, barely bigger than a thimble, and switch it on. 

“Hold on til I say, alright?” you say. 

“I wanna cum, please can I cum? Can I cum? Can I…can I…I’m gonna…” 

You lean over him, kissing him deeply. He moans into your mouth, a filthy pleading sound. You reach down with the tiny finger vibrator and press on that spot right behind his balls. “Dieter Matthew Bradford, you will cum for me right now.”

Your decisive tone, coupled with the use of his real name, sends him over the edge. He spills all over his belly, hips jerking, still never breaking eye contact with you. 

“Yes, good job, my sweet boy. Look at how pretty you look, painted with your pretty cum. Love you so much,” you coo, peppering his lips and perfect nose with kisses. He pants under you and you let him catch his breath before giving him his next command. He tries to speak several times, but the words die in his mouth. He reaches out to you, hands roaming everywhere over your body, and you let him touch all he wants. 

After several minutes, you grab the bottle of lube and another toy. “You did so good, I think you need that reward. Get on your knees, baby boy.” 

Dieter flips over and rests heavy on his forearms, his little ass presented to you. You squeeze a tiny bit of the cool lubrication gel on his skin, watching him shudder as it runs down and collects in the dip of his sweet hole. “Color?” you ask. 

“So green.” 

“Good. Let’s see how that cotton candy lube tastes, hm?” You circle your tongue around his opening before licking a long, wide stripe. He almost collapses at the sensation, and if he could find the words he would praise you himself. But he’s too lost in the sensation of your deft lips and tongue, kissing and licking into him so sweetly. Months ago, he asked if you would ever do something like this- never thinking it would come to fruition. 

Fuck, is it his birthday or yours he wonders to himself. 

It’s filthy, what you’re doing. It feels like it should be wrong, like one of you should protest. But you like it, and you love what it’s doing to Dieter. He’s a writhing, wriggling mess under you. You didn’t have to tell him not to touch his cock, he just knows he isn’t allowed yet. Nevermind the fact that his cock is weeping, further staining the sheets below him. He doesn’t need to touch himself yet, not with your mouth on him like this. Seconds stretch into minutes, both of you lost in pleasure.

You’re not going to let him come like this, though. No, this is just the preamble to what you really want to do. 

When you pull away, depositing one final kiss on his non-existent asscheek, his head whips around. His bottom lip is pouting even more than normal. 

“Don’t worry, it’s just time for the next part,” you reassure him, once against pulling your teddy to the side so that you can remove the plug from your pussy. “Look at how wet you’ve made me, baby. Look how sopping wet this toy is. I bet it would slip right in to your ass so good right now.” 

Dieter lets out a filthy moan as you collect the remaining lube from around his asshole before pushing the toy in to the hilt. He rocks back into the toy, over and over, fucking himself on it while you hold it. 

“Fuck, so filthy. I never knew you were so filthy, I fucking love it,” he babbles. Making sure the toy is secure for the moment, you tell him how you really want to see him. 

“Get on your back and spread your legs for me, okay?” He does so immediately, willingly opening up for you so that you can settle between his thighs. You tuck a thick pillow under his hips so that you have good access, and gently pull the toy out. Dieter is nice and stretched for you. 

“So I read about this one here,” you explain, showing him the next and most expensive toy. “It massages your prostate.” Dieter’s eyebrows shoot up. “But, there’s a twist. I’ll show you.” 

You lube up the toy liberally, wanting to make it as comfy for Dieter as possible. The toy slips in easily, and you take a moment to appreciate how vulnerable this man is for you. It took him a while to be fully open and honest with you, to share every dream and insecurity, and talking about your feelings with someone was never the most comfortable thing for you either. Until he came along, that is. Something just clicked with you both, a cosmic connection that made you want to work through hardships together instead of alone. 

And here he is, as physically vulnerable as possible, waiting for you to tell him what to do next. Looking at you like he wants you, like he would die for you. He loves you, and you love him. Is there anything more vulnerable than that? Probably not. 

You take advantage of the moment and kiss along his thigh. “Alright, baby. See this remote? It controls the toy inside. It doesn’t just control the intensity, but look.” You turn it on low and he immediately moans. “Turn it to one side, or the other,” you demonstrate. “It will vibrate whatever way you tilt it.” 

“Holy shit, where did- who came up with this? Jesus, it feels so good.” You pass the remote over to him and he tries it out. His eyes go wide. 

“Yes, just like that. Baby, you’re in control of it. I want you to find the right spot while I ride you,” you tell him, positioning yourself over his still-hard cock and sinking down onto his thickness. 

“Finally, finally, yes. Oh my god you feel so fucking good, I can’t…oh my god, I can’t last. It feels too good with this,” he says, words tumbling out faster and faster. 

You drag yourself up and down on his cock, over and over. Your thighs already burn and you don’t care at all. He feels amazing, better than any toy, better than any combination of toys. Even after wearing the plug, he still stretches you out to your maximum. 

“Good, you don’t have to last. I want your cum, Dieter. I want you to fill me up and then use that gorgeous mouth of yours to clean up your mess. Do you hear me?” you ask him, breathless. You cunt clenches around him right when he hits the perfect spot with his toy, and he cries out as his seed fills you. You drape yourself over his torso as he comes down, pulling the remote from his hand so you can shut off the toy. You warm his softening cock inside of you until he slips out. 

You leave a trail of kisses along his neck. “You did so good, Dieter. So good. Fuck, that was amazing.” 

Dieter looks down at you, confused. “Wait, are we done? I was looking forward to eating my good girl out. I made a mess of her, and I need to clean up my mess.” He smiles at you, pupils lust-blown. “If you want, that is,” he adds sweetly. 

“Yeah, I want,” you say, rolling off of him and onto your back. He immediately flips over and settles between your legs. 

“Mmm, cotton candy,” he moans as he dives into your slick folds. You blindly reach out, patting the bed until you can reach the remote to the toy again, flipping it on. Dieter jerks upwards. 

You grin impishly at him. “Good boys get to feel good, right, baby?” 

Dieter’s smile matches your own. “Yes ma’am,” he replies, dipping his had back between your legs. He knows just what you like, quickly working you to the edge of your orgasm. 

“Best birthday ever,” you think to yourself, as light explode behind your eyes. 

You tell him that, out loud, somewhere between orgasms three and four. Or maybe it was four and five. 

[baby--b4t]

hey pookster i’m just leaving this here because I know you’d do justice if you ever made it into a minific :3

kaveh absolutely LOVES horror/creepy things, especially when regressed, but alhaitham can’t do it. like CANNOT.

sincerely, 🐠fishie anon :3

OH MY GODS ANON YOURE SAVING MY WRITERS BLOCK RN (º̩̩́⌣º̩̩̀ʃƪ) im gonna try and write a quick minific in hopes that itll make me wanna post more and work on my bots. ALSO TY FOR THINKING SO HIGHLY OF ME- i feel like my writing is mid but ill try my best for this silly idea (its super late as of replying to this so sorry if its a bit jumbled or doesnt make sense-)

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Kaveh was supposed to be in bed hours ago. 5 hours and 38 minutes, to be persice. Alhaitham had been counting. He did everything he though would work to get Kaveh to finally lay down, close his eyes, and rest, but nothing was working. Warm bottle, bedtime stories (he had read 7 different stories at this point), and even trying different stuffed animals and pajamas. Nothing. Alhaitham was exhausted.

“Hayi? Do da tree birdies sleep? Wha’ about… Oh! Wha’ about da creepy crawlies in da kitchen?” Kaveh had been asking nonsense questions like these all night, part of the reason he was still awake at nearly 4 in the morning.

“I dont know, Kaveh. What I do know-… Wait, whats in the kitchen?” Alhaitham began to answer before he registered what kaveh had said. He sat up in the bed a little bit and looked down at Kaveh. “What did you just say is in the kitchen?”

“Da creepy crawlies!” Kaveh excitedly exclaimed, a wide smile forming behind his pacifier. “Dey have 6 leg, 3 eye- BIG eyes, and are really teeny tiny. Dey walk around in da dark and eat da bread! Dats why it has all da holes.” Kaveh started giggling, his tiredness clearly showing in his speech.

Alhaitham felt puzzeled. More than when he was trying to figure out why Kaveh wasnt sleeping yet. But what was getting to him the most was the though of some spider-like creatures crawling around in his food while he didnt look. He shuddered, the thought of bugs in general making him feel gross. He rubbed up and down his arms for a moment, trying to get rid of his goosebumps, before pressing further into this. Surely it was Kaveh just being silly… Right?

“How do you know this? Who told you about these… ‘Creepy crawlers’?” Alhaitham asked as he tried to fight the tiredness in his mind. This whole talk took a turn that was not helping his already fatigued state of mind.

“Dey told me! I got mad ‘cause my sandwich had holes, and I asked and dey told me.” Kaveh explained trough slurred giggles and mumbles. “Dey very small, so is easy to make holes. I scolded dem like you always do for da holes…” The more Kaveh explained, the more Alhaitham imagined a ton of ant-sized abominations crawling around their pantry. He shook his head and tried not to gag.

“Kaveh, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the ‘creepy crawlers’ arent real. You probably dreamt about them at some point.” Alhaitham tried to explain to Kaveh, but Kaveh didnt seem to want to believe it.

“What?!” He sat up in the bed with Alhaitham, jaw dropping and his pacifier almost falling out. “But.. But dat were so cute-“ He felt himself tearing up over the fact that the little creatures he thought were so adorable werent actually real. Alhaitham sighed, realizing that now he had to deal with a meltdown.

“How about you go to sleep so you can dream about them? Does that sound like a good idea?” He suggested as he tried to coax Kaveh into laying down again. The poor baby was so tired at this point he didnt realize that Alhaitham was moving him. It did seem to stop his oncoming waterworks, however.

Kaveh gave a small nod and snuggled back up with Alhaitham. It seemed like as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was in a deep sleep. That baffled Alhaitham. How in the world would Kaveh be so willing to dream about thousands- No, millions of little spiders in his food? If Alhaitham saw them, he would already have a match in hand to burn the house down.

However, Kavehs great big imagination never failed to impress Alhaitham. He just seemed to show it so much more whenever he regressed. A soft sigh came from Alhaitham, just accepting it. His little Kaveh would just have that sort of creepy imagination and he couldnt stop it… But he would still be checking the entire house for bugs when they woke up. No ‘creepy crawlers’ get to live rent free.

[viperwhispered]

Little birdie told me you needed writing prompts. Here's one for pre-OB Jamil:

Based on the song Royalty by Conor Maynard, let's have pre-OB Jamil already being in a loving relationship with his beloved. As he's about to start his takeover of Scarabia, he muses of how things will be when he succeeds. Specifically all the ways he finally gets to spoil his dearest. Cue his fantasies expanding to him becoming a ruler like the sultans of old and making his lover his sultana. The banquets, the jewels, the clothes, and maybe even a wedding/coronation.

Bonus: to answer your world building question for Nikki, the general public aren't really aware of how the world really works and act just like in our world (aka everyone else is wrong). All they know is that freaky shit happens and then you call a priest. Cops and officials freely cooperate but don't really ask questions because they aren't paid enough to deal with demons, spirits, curses, etc. They just clear the crowds, point to where the NE need to go, and then dip.

At the moment I've got my wips keeping me busy, but I'll be putting this in my back pocket for the future. 

It makes me wonder, though. Just what do Jamil's dreams for the future look like, beyond general “being free” and “being recognized”? I mean, the overblot gave us a (twisted) version of it, but still.

Though I suppose it is difficult to see more specific goals like that when you feel stuck where you are and just having the option to choose is a bit of a pipedream. 🙃

Anyway.

Listened to the song and yeah I can totally see these vibes applying to Jamil. All the things he wants, not just for himself, but now for his s/o too. Or so that he can prove himself (to everyone and to his partner), that he really is so much more than just the servant.

I mean-

If I had the money, let me tell you how it'd be I'd take over the country, everyone would bow to me Sit up in my palace and baby, you would be my queen We'd run this ship together, just you wait and see We'll be royalty

And this bit too, so Jamil-coded

So would you cover me If I gotta take out any enemies, yeah 'Cause it might get ugly Many things that you don't wanna see or hear

So yeah, this song feels very accurate for Jamil and definitely is giving me thoughts/vibes, though in my head it goes beyond NRC. Like, Jamil thinking of how things could be once he's truly broken free and managed to prove himself, gaining that respect etc. he believes he deserves. How he could (and should) be at the top of the world, if only there weren't the current circumstances holding him back. How he'll be able to spoil his s/o and show off to them once he gets what's his due.

(Watch this sneak into the next part of the current series before I even realize it.)

Already listened to this song a few times over because the vibes are just so impeccable. (I may need to start some sort of an inspiration playlist.)

Also ty for the clarification about the worldbuilding for Nikki!

[nocturniashifter]

hiii!!!! 🤍🤍🤍🤍

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your name (Ari D), pronouns: (she/her) 💕

⋆ question: Does Miles C have any romantic or love interest or thoughts about me?

⋆ description of your dr: one with lots of diversity and one where how everyone dresses, helps them in life with different options or experiences. (Maybe there’s the formal type of rich classy people but there’s also the rebellious icons who make fashion mean something in order to get their point across. Lots of colors too but not in ways expected.

if involving someone else

⋆ their name, pronouns: Miles C, he/him

⋆ personality: So I knew him growing up but it’s been years since I’ve seen him. I don’t remember him much but I guess his personality maybe has changed and rubbed me the wrong way because I thought he was being a little annoying and rude to me. Otherwise, he seems to be very gentle and the guy who smiles and waves to anyone. Very caring about nature too.

⋆ relationship with you: Childhood friend, family friend

⋆ additional info (opcional): So I first saw him after all these years a few days ago at someone’s garage sale and he was helping too. I just felt so awkward so I avoid talking to him, but we talked occasionally. I would sneak stares at him but he would look right at me. I just felt like he was watching my every move (I bent over to get something and I looked up and he was still looking at me 😭😭😭). Well I guess to sum it up, I’m curious about those thoughts in his head about me lol. Ty!!!

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𝓦hat does Miles think of you?

Songs: Blue skies - birdy, Paris - Samia, Are you satisfied? - Marina, Strange Time - Matt Maltese & Beige - Yoke Lore.

Yes, he's in love – and it looks like his gray days are gone and now they've become more colorful thanks to that. But, he won't say anything until he's sure that you reciprocate his feelings - and he may no longer be able to keep those feelings to himself and also live with the uncertainty of whether your feelings match his or not, but he don't think about giving up.

Although you have been out of contact for a long time, he still has some memories of you and the moments you shared together.

Currently he may be feeling dissatisfied with the average life he leads because he is not living the life he would like and therefore, perhaps he thinks he does not deserve you. He feels like a mess and maybe he is experiencing mental health issues and not dealing with his own issues in a healthy way.

Back to his thoughts about you: he thinks you're beautiful and he also thinks you're much more beautiful than just physically, that's why he wants EVERYTHING from you.

I hope the reading resonated and that you enjoyed it. Lmk if it resonates! ♡

[1racoon7trenchcoats]

delia deetz 1, 5, 14 <3

1. Sexuality headcanon

Pansexual no question in my mind

5. When did they realize their sexuality?

I think she realized she wasn't straight pretty young but it took her awhile to find a label she felt comfortable with. I'm also between her having super strict parents or the O'Connell Rosenberg type, so either she went through a ton of repression and felt like she couldn't tell anybody for fear they would look down on her, or it was something that just. Was not talked about often but people were chill with. No in-between.

14. Do they have an LGBTQ+ role model?

For better or for worse I think Otho. He was probably an unlabeled gay mess and she really wanted to be as unapologetically herself as he was (or at least pretended to be)

Ty birdie <333