#which i'm proud of. i take my craft very seriously

[lydiimae]

Infatuation

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

MDI!! 18+

Part 2 <3

Warnings: Heavy drinking, mentions of opium use, mentions of prostitution, rough sex, fingering, oral sex, semi-public sex, squirting, marking, thigh riding, vaginal sex, dom benedict and sub reader, brief spanking, possessive benedict, LOTS of dirty talk

A.N: hi again, i'm back on my bullshit <3 first of all, thank you so very much for the love on my first Benny fic AND my first fic ever. liiiiike seriously, that was so sweet <3 T-T. anyway, this fic is another Benny fic- a smutty one at that. it is vaguely based off of the infamous party where Ben has his threesome, however, i changed it up quite a bit so take it at face value hehe. i am planning on making an Anthony one next, probably some more filth so I can practice getting my wording to a place i am proud of. also, i think i will maybe make this into a series??? so do let me know if you like it so i can get an idea >.< enjoy, ily, and THANK YOU AGAIN <3 ^-^

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You were never one to go to parties, especially the ones your dear friend Genevieve Delacroix invited you to. She had a knack for finding the most raunchy, wanton, artists who would throw parties full of courtesans, sex, opium, alcohol... the whole of it.

Being a maid for such a wealthy and well-known family, the Featherington's to be exact, meant you knew the secret lives that many lords and ladies lead outside of the stuffy confines of the ballrooms.

You were lucky to be the lady's maid of the sweetest Featherington, Penelope, and therefore you were even luckier to hear about the Bridgerton family. From what she told you, they were all kind and polite, just like anyone else. She had also hinted, quite shyly, to the men of the family being gorgeous. The third born being her favorite.

You had seen glimpses of pearly white teeth, dark blue tailcoats, and their chestnut brown hair but were never lucky enough to see a full image of any of them but Eloise and her sister, Daphne.

When Genevieve insisted on you tagging along with her and a friend from a higher-up place, you begrudgingly accepted. It was lucky that the young debutante you worked for insisted on having something important to do, so you snuck out and walked through the streets of London to the modiest's shop.

Genevieve dressed you in a tight but, incredibly beautiful, dark blue corset and a pair of black pants, to which you raised an eyebrow. "I look as if I am soliciting, not as if I am curious about this party you have been nagging me to go to." You comment, looking in the mirror.

"What if you solicit, hm? Where is the harm in spending a night with a lord or even another servant?" She returns, tightening up the laces on the corset before stepping back and looking over her work. "Besides, look at yourself. You have a body that would make any one of those silly debutantes jealous, why not show it?" She grins.

You sigh and turn to her, a small cheeky smile on your face as a result of her teasing. "You owe me for this, Viv." You tease and she laughs, putting on her cloak as she hands you your own. "There she is. The Y/N I know. We will have fun, I swear it." She says. Once your cloak is tugged over your shoulders, the both of you make your way out of the shop and towards the house where the party is being held.

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Benedict never snuck out, not before he got invited to Lord Granville's house. The man was nice enough about him completely insulting his art to his face, nice enough to recognize an artistic eye and even the hint of talent that Benedict possessed through merely speaking about art. He thought the gathering was going to be one where he would meet artists and practice his craft. He was wrong.

Of course, he was experienced in the world of sex, drugs, and drinking. He attended the gentleman's club with his brothers after almost every ball he attended, much like every other lord in the ton. He has shared his number of passion-filled nights with nameless women, some of which he cannot remember. The only remenice being the ache of a hangover, and the taste of expensive whiskey still lingering on his tongue.

He would have never thought that the artist had such a scene hiding behind such an unassuming townhouse.

He followed the artist in and was met with quite the scene. The room was hazy with the smoke of expensive cigars, the candlelight casting a low gold hue on the entire house. He followed the artist deeper and was met with courtesans soliciting men at every turn, to which he grinned.

Even further and he was led into a room where women were posed naked, in quite compromising positions, for eager artists who were trying to master the anatomy of a naked woman. Or so that is what Granville claimed.

He grins crookedly at the sight. "Quite the room, is it not?" Lord Granville piques up from behind him. He turns to face the man and nods. "Quite. Might I stay here? I have found myself needing practice of anatomy as of late and this is the perfect place to do so." He says, a playful glint in his eye.

Granville, of course, picks up on it and nods. "Of course, Lord Bridgerton. Do enjoy yourself." He returns with a knowing smile and a wink before exiting the room. Benedict sits at one of the free easles, one of the other men lighting a cigar and offering it to him. He accepts, and puffs on it as he begins to work.

He could get used to this.

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Genevieve leads you through the party, grabbing two glasses of what looks like scotch off of a passing servant's tray. She settles for meeting her friend, who you quickly learn is the wife of said artist who is throwing the party, on the stairs.

After a while of chatting you learn that the young woman's name is Lucy and her husband is Henry Granville, an artist whose work you always found interesting. You also are clued into the fact that their marriage is one of convenience, rather than love, as Lord Granville has no romantic nor sexual interest towards the opposite sex. You find no issue in what the young couple has, after all, you have seen much worse when it comes to marriages in the ton.

"Viv, might I go explore, or am I to only solicit?" You tease as you push off the wall. She laughs and shakes her head. "I am not your keeper, Y/N. Go and do as you wish, just be careful." She says, a hint of genuine protectiveness seeping through her tone of voice. "I promise. I will find my way back to your shop if anything goes awry." You assure before walking down the steps with a quick wave to both of the women.

You duck into a small room with a door that leads to a balcony after grabbing another glass of scotch from a passing servant. However fun it is coming to these things with Viv, you find them quite overwhelming. You are more attuned to the quietness of your servant's quarters, spending countless hours curled up with a good book that your young mistress so generously gifts you from time to time.

You walk out on the balcony, leaning heavily on the metal railing as you look up at the stars. The scotch, and the fact that you get much drunker much quicker than most, is making a delightfully warm feeling bloom in your chest. You take a deep breath of the fresh air to calm your senses before ducking back into the party.

You make it all of two steps before colliding into a broad chest, which sends your alcohol down the front of your torso.

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He was in that hazy, alcohol-filled room, long enough to get just drunk enough to where he was clumsy. He catches the woman he so foolishly clambered into on his way out of the room he was painting in by the waist, which sends her drink out of her hand and down her front.

"My God, I am so incredibly sorry my lady." He rushes, gazing down at the mess he made. His eyes widen at the sight that lies in front of him.

She's a young woman, young enough that she can not be past the age of two and twenty, in a very revealing corset top and black pants. Her hair is tucked up elegantly, yet a few unruly waves have fallen as a result of the night's activities. Her cheeks are pink, probably from the embarrassment or perhaps even the anger, of getting drenched in scotch.

The liquid drips down her neck, and he follows a drop from her neck to where it travels right between her breasts. The tops are peaking out from being hugged so tight. They are full, so very full. He wonders what it would feel like to run his tongue over the smooth skin, what it would feel like to roll her nipple between his teeth and suck.

He shakes himself out of it and meets her eyes once more before he gets any more aroused than he already is.

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You recognize him immediately as a Bridgerton, though you have no idea which one. He has a silly crooked smile on his face that you cannot seem to draw your eyes from, he also sports the undoubtedly Bridgerton chestnut brown hair.

He has longer hair than the one Penelope speaks of, but only just. Your eyes roam from his face to his chest, where he is wearing only a loose undershirt, his waistcoat long forgotten in drunken activities you're sure. His suspenders hang loose on his shoulders, just barely hanging onto his black trousers.

"You're a Bridgerton." It slips out of your mouth before you can stop it, the effects of three glasses of scotch. He grins wider, chuckling a bit. The noise makes your entire body heat up. "I am. Benedict Bridgerton in fact." He says, his eyes never straying from yours.

"And you are?" He ponders after a moment of silence from you. You jump at the question, having been too distracted by the look of his lips to even notice he was speaking. You clear your throat and adjust your posture. "Y/N L/N." You answer shyly.

"Well, Y/N L/N, can I take you to a room and clean up the mess I made of your top, or is that entirely too forward for a gentleman to ask within mere moments of meeting?" He grins, the alcohol he consumed only ebbing on his already large confidence when it comes to women. You only nod shyly, afraid that if you speak you will make a stuttering fool of yourself.

He offers an arm, which you take happily, and begins to lead you through the party.

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He pulls you into a room and, almost immediately, his hands encompass your waist. "You... are the most stunning woman I have ever had the pleasure of looking at." He murmurs, sending your heart soaring. You rest your hand on his chest, newly emboldened by the liquid courage you have been sipping on the entire night, returning his cheeky smile. "Is it too forward for a lady to say the same within mere moments of meeting?" You return.

He lets out a chuckle when you parrot his past words and he leans down. "A witty woman as well as a beautiful one, what else do you have up your sleeve Miss L/N?" He purrs, running a flattened hand up your back until it meets your hair. He tugs it down from its pins, sending it tumbling over your shoulders.

"Perhaps, if you are lucky Mister Bridgerton, I shall show you." You whisper, leaning in so your lips are but a hair's width away from his. Something dangerous and incredibly intoxicating passes over his features as he lets out a noise, a growl, that causes your core to dampen.

"You are a very forward woman, Y/N. I find it quite... infatuating to say the very least." He whispers before capturing your lips. You close your eyes and tangle one of your hands in his thick hair, the other finding his collar and giving it a slight tug.

He groans into your mouth, his hands enveloping your bum cheeks and pulling you even closer. He wants to feel the rise and fall of your breasts as he makes you pant. And by god does he.

You moan into his mouth as his hands squeeze the soft skin of your ass through your trousers, which gives him the perfect chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. He tastes smoky, like cigars and whiskey. It makes your clit throb painfully.

As if reading your mind, and body, he spreads your legs with his knee and slides his leg between them. His thigh presses against your closed cunt and you gasp, breaking the kiss to throw your head back. He smirks and holds you right where you are by moving his hands to your hips.

"So sensitive." He whispers and groans as you begin to move your hips back and forth against his thigh, chasing the feeling it gives you. "Fuck, you are just full of surprises aren't you darling? I did not even have to tell you what to do, you just did it," He praises, his eyes locked on the place where your clothed core meets his leg.

"Riding my thigh like a bitch in heat. I might have to keep you." He gusts over your shoulder as he begins to kiss the exposed skin there. Oh God, how you would love that. To be able to fuck him whenever you saw fit, yes please Mister Bridgerton. "Please." Is all you manage to strangle out as you begin to grind down on him harder.

He bites down on your shoulder, leaving a bright red mark there, which he smirks at before he slowly guides you to the dark red chaise that lies in the corner of the room. He lays you back, slowly unlacing your corset with his slender fingers. He throws it across the room when it is off, his mouth immediately taking in one of your hardened nipples.

You cry out when he sucks, watching him look up at you with a shit-eating grin that makes your cunt even more soaked than it already is. He sucks and bites your bud before turning his attention to the other, giving it just as much attention. "The least I can do is clean up the mess I made." He whispers over your nipple, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure straight down to your core. Cocky bastard, you think to yourself as you grip his hair.

You are a whimpering, moaning mess by the time his face returns over yours. He presses a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to your lips before sitting up and stripping himself of his suspenders and his shirt before returning his attention to you. He takes off your shoes and then unbuttons your trousers, slowly sliding them down your legs.

He groans lewdly at the sight. Genevieve had insisted quite heavily when she was dressing you up that you forgo panties. She said it made trousers more comfortable, less tight, so of course you agreed. You decide tonight, that if wearing no underwear will illicit that pretty noise from his lips, you will never wear them again.

"God you are soaked. Drenched from riding my thigh and a quick suck to your nipples." He whispers as he kisses the insides of your thighs. You whine and buck your hips up toward his face, which results in him quickly grabbing your hips with one of his hands and pressing you down into the cushion so you are unable to buck and writhe. "Perhaps I was right in my assessment of you, Miss Y/N. You really are just a bitch in heat. So desperate to be full of my cock, painted with my seed." He murmurs before licking a stripe up your slit.

You cry out and grip his hair with both hands, needing something to ground yourself as his tongue swirls around your clit. He lets out a growl at the taste of your dripping cunt, so sweet and yet so tart. Utter perfection. The noise you make in return has him wishing he could drink from your body for the rest of his days, die with you sat atop his face. Riding his mouth to oblivion.

He moves his hand down to his trousers, fumbling with the buttons to free his aching cock. He slides two fingers into your body without warning and you keen, your eyes rolling back as he collects your juices. He pulls his fingers out just as quick as they went in, and spreads your wetness on his length, stroking himself hard as he drinks from you.

"Ben... oh fuck.... so close." You babble as his tongue presses inside your hole, drawing the most heavenly noises from your body. He pulls away just as you start to see stars and you grasp at his hands, tears forming in your eyes from your denied release. "Please... Please..." You sob, desperate for the feeling to come back.

He chuckles deeply, hooking your knees over his shoulders. "I've got you, love." He assures, kissing away your tears before pulling back with a cocky grin that sends your heart fluttering. "You look like a masterpiece, crying for my cock. All flushed and swollen." He murmurs. You do not know if he is talking about you or your pussy, but you never wish for him to stop.

"Please, my lord. Please, please... I need you. I need..." You babble, completely free of any thought other than his pretty dick plunging inside of you. He curses and bends down, claiming your lips with his before thrusting into you without warning. He bottoms out, and both of you moan, the kiss becoming a mess of tongue and tooth alike.

He begins at a brutal pace, slamming into you so hard that the chaise creeks against the hardwood floor. You scream at the heavenly feeling of pain and pleasure, the sound muffled over his lips. Sweat splashes from his collarbone to yours as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, the sickly sweet smell of sex enveloping your senses.

He grunts and breaks the kiss, holding one of your legs by the calf, his other hand cupping your jaw. Your mouth falls open as soon as his lips are gone, a loud moan coming from somewhere deep within slipping out before you can try and stop it. He grunts and sticks his thumb past your lips, afraid that someone will hear from outside the thin walls.

You happily oblige and close your lips around his digit, swirling your tongue around him to the rhythm of his thrusts. He moans at the sight of you sucking on his thumb like it's a cock, as his cock slams into your pretty pussy. "Fuck. I am keeping you. You are mine," He accentuates the word with a slap to your ass cheek, causing you to cry out over his finger and clench down on his cock. "Forever. No one else will ever-fuck.-be able to fill this sweet hole of yours. It is all mine. You are all mine." He grunts as his thrusts become sloppy.

He yanks his thumb from your mouth and attacks your swollen, throbbing, clit. He rubs it hard and fast, to match the rhythm of his thrusts and you cry out. He quickly intuits that you are as close to climax as he is and bends down, covering your lips with his own so that you can scream freely.

You do as he expected, letting out a long scream into his mouth as stars rush over your vision and your body burns hot. Your juices soak both his pant-covered leg and the velvety fabric of the chaise below. The feeling of your fluttering cunt tightening even further sends him over and he releases deep inside you before he goes limp over your body.

He pushes himself up after a moment, relishing in the sight below him. Your cheeks are flushed, lips swollen and bruised. You have a bite mark on your shoulder, your hair surrounding your head like a messy halo. Perfection. A ruined, beautiful, masterpiece made solely by him.

He brushes the hair out of your face and presses a sweet kiss to your brow. "Might I be privy to those many secrets you were so keen on hiding, Miss L/N?" He teases softly, grabbing a handkerchief from his pocket and beginning to clean the mess of mixed juices on your thighs.

You giggle. "The next time we meet, I promise to tell at least one." You return, your heart fluttering at the way he so delicately slides your trousers back over your legs after cleaning you up. He grins as he buttons them up, his hands encompassing your waist to pull you up to a sitting position.

You use the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck, and it is his turn to laugh. "Next time, then. I will wait with held breath until then, I assure you." He whispers, helping you into your corset. "But for now, I owe you a lovely night, hm?" He murmurs as he pulls the laces of your corset tight. You sigh and nod. "I would like that very much." You whisper back, resting your head on his shoulder.

He smiles cheekily, "Is it entirely too forward for a gentleman to say he would like to do this every night from now on, mere hours after meeting?" He whispers in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

No, Mister Bridgerton, it is not.

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Did I, A Side Character Became the Male Lead's Wife?! : 「 Part 2 Teaser 」

2023 | 13+ | ONESHOT | YANG JUNGWON × READER | -> PART 1

SUMMARY the male lead was suppose to fall in love with the female lead, and yet how did he even gain an interest in you?! clenching your fist as determination blazes your orbs as you're now far beyond determined to make him dislike you for once and for all.

THEME SONG FIREWORK by &TEAM (yes I'm promoting this) if this story was a manhwa, this song is definitely the ost >:))) listen to the song while reading the teaser :3 or else i won't release this lols jk jk but who knows >:) gathering as many lunés as i can lmao.

"a lady like you, i'm afraid to say, intrigues me very much..." jungwon shots a kittenish wink right through your heart. "be my wife, milady. i'll show you how good I can be for you."

it's safe to say, that you punched a fist right to his face after spewing such shitty nonsense. that alone adding an nth time of gasps from everyone in the ballroom.

right now, unfortunately, you were sprinting to the long ass hallway without ever looking back. okay let's say you did look back and fortunately no one or neither the prince were chasing after you.

seriously, what has gone wrong with the male lead?! how in the actual fuck he had taken an interest in you? it seems as if every action you did to push him away only pulls him closer. might as well reset yourself from this world if you can.

whining immensely as you recalled your female lead's precious grin, "liz! what has come to my story?!"

yet to your utter disappointment and shock even, the news had somehow quickly reached the entire nation, everyone and anyone you could think of has been informed of the incident between you and the prince. confirming it totally as you walked through the market with the female lead.

"the prince has truly take a likening in you, milady." liz pulled up a proud smile which had you cringing. like please don't do that, please don't. you weren't supposed to be smiling like this.

"oh god, kindly refrain from uttering that prince's in front of my face, liz. he's nothing but a—" you immediately stopped yourself from spewing shit about the prince as you don't want to ruin liz's perception on him, which would possibly furthering the already inflicted damage on your original story.

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groaning again you did as you couldn't possibly hid forever too, as the author of this novel; you are fully aware of how you crafted the prince's character, that despite all of the charms and dazzling traits you moulded into him, you've added one specific thing that had him stood out the most and that was he's beyond possessive and obsessed with the female lead as it was rooted from one of his traits; competitive, dedicated and most of the time, he doesn't like to lose and that he had to get what he wanted or else..

chaos it is, and such chaos coming from the prince himself are not to be underestimated.

you are having such an enormous urge to bang your head on your bed right now as how couldn't you? who doesn't want a male lead to live and die for their lover? of course you and your damn adorable readers!

well, fiction aren't to be confused with reality after all.

but damn your life for this is your reality now—here in your own very novel.

screw your novel, screw your life, screw reality, screw the prince! you might just as well fall into your slumber now as you try plan of another way to avoid that very prince you crafted.

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the sun rays peering through the swaying curtains glints against your fluttering eyelashes, causing your orbs to hid behind the shield of your splayed fingers. stretching your arms upwards, a sense of satisfaction surged through your veins—fueling the corners of your lips to pull up in the widest grin.

you've successfully overturn your fate by not attending the prince's second invitation, squinting mischievously—he must have lose interest in you for not visiting your manor, doesn't he? with his character, he couldn't have possibly had gone that long! he sure would've been tremendously patient regarding political affairs but never at the female lead!

in chapter 16 of your novel, "blooming romances" where you've written the development of their romance that had your reader's heart evaporating into nothingness as they weep under the comment section over how a single sentence you wrote had made them feel so damn single and why they haven't found a guy like the prince yet:

— after gaining the heart of lady liz; prince jungwon was beyond ecstatic to have another day out with his lover, however alike the eclipse's separation—royal and political affairs had ripped him away from the comfort of his lover's arms. thus, he had been occupied with so much papers within the palace's quarters.

yet as soon as the grey cloak crawled back over the blue sky, pulling the moon back with it—so does the prince himself, leaving the stacked up papers on his desk and appearing before the lady's quarters after much effort climbing onto the firm tree.

wasting not a breathe, as the apples of his cheeks serving as physical form of his infatuation towards the lady—the tips of his tongue mellowed in instinct for her, along with his hand that were accustomed to his sword's handle to enveloped beneath her fingers—pressing a lover's vow on the top of her hand through his faint red lips.

"milady, i fear i had no longer the strength to contain myself from letting out a single breath without your presence." his lips ghosted against his lover's ear, "it had my patience crumbling into nothing when you, milady had reigned over my heart."

ah! what a joyous occasion! you plopped on the bed with your gathered strength as you giggled like a child. bliss consumed your entire soul with your surging scream alerting the entire manor.

swaying your pillow in a circular motion as you sprint towards your hallway, "juliet! liz! i'm the happiest person ever in the world— oh jesus, someone host a damn buffet and tell everyone in the manor to join!"

"milady!" you saw juliet sprinting towards your way.

"juliet! oh dear, you should—"

"milady!" she panted right after falling on your arms. "the— the—"

"hm?! why are you sweating so much? what happened?"

taking a deep humongous breathe she did before uttering one sentence that had your head blasting into the ghost quiet vacuum of space.

"the prince has arrived!"

"what?!" your jaw dropped on the ground with gigantic mirror crashing behind you.

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"i seriously have no idea what do you find interesting in me?"

"i have yet to know, milady. that's the very reason i had the courage to ask for such a bold request from you."

"and what makes you assume i would agree to that?" you raised your left eyebrow.

"i have yet to resort to such foul actions, which i'd rather not to milady."

your blood surged cold through your veins, "a-are you threatening me?"

"certainly i do not intend it to sound that way, i prefer to keep this as civil as possible as you—milady, truly does has gained my interest and it would truly be vain if i.. wasn't given the chance to prove my worth to you. all i am asking is to grant me a chance to prove myself for you."

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"don't you have any rules you want to share?"

jungwon emitted a giggle as soon as he processed your words, "oh, i don't think i need one. after all, whatever you may wish, shall i grant."

"then, stop chasing me—"

"except that one." his lips pulled up in a mischievous smirk, the sun places a tender kiss on the strands of his hair—dripping honey hues on his cheeks which reflected against his feline orbs. "then shall we begin the countdown, milady?"

thirty days, it is; for him to pour his entire efforts to gain your heart and soul, while you extremely adamant in your mission to make him lose interest in you and make him fall in love with your precious female lead, liz.

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"i see, that this is the lady our prince had taken an interest for?" a middle aged man along with a young lady appeared before you, clearly trying to get your attention.

"she truly live up to the rumor, father." the lady snickered behind her lacy handfan, her eyes held traces of mockery in it.

"i dare say that his royal highness had quite a special taste.."

you tilted your head at them, sighing as you very well know where is this going. of course why wouldn't you? this was the dialogue you created during a crying session after your favourite manhwa ends on a horrible note. opting to torture your characters in your dusty side novel by using this dialogue on them, and later had a beaming idea to recycle it for the female lead's fateful encounter with the nobles.

"if you'd like to keep your tongue, then i advise you to keep it shut. sir?" goosebumps raised over the back of your neck when the prince appeared, his feline eyes held irritation in it as he stood beside you. "you had no right to speak that way to my future wife."

"i- apologize, your highness!"

"i'm quite sure the one of the rules i stated that you would refrain from calling me.. your wife? didn't we?" you sighed.

"forgive me, milady." jungwon shrugged. "such atrocious tongue had to be cut off before it grows, and aside from that, what kind of husband would i be if i couldn't do the bare minimum of protecting my wife?"

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"why.. is lady liz here with us too, milady?" dumbfounded the prince was at the presence of the lady. you suppressed the need to smirk as the prince were facing the female lead, and you in the middle.

ah, what a sight! you couldn't help but fangirl over, cause how couldn't you?! it's like a matchmaking session and you, obviously the cupid!

"i assume there's nothing to be curious at, as this was the pact, isn't your highness? i could bring whoever i please."

"yes, but.. the pact.." jungwon pauses, then pulls a tiny smile all reserved for you. "never mind it, i had been granted the honour to be invited to the lady's manor, how ungrateful would i be if i couldn't satisfy your wishes, milady." he continues as he turns his fluttering eyes at liz. "lady liz, it's my pleasure to meet you."

"so am i, your highness."

yes! yes! freaking finally, did he turned his damn head over the female lead! you got this, you were beyond skeptical at agreeing with the pact at first but now that you've seen it before your eyes, you could make the prince fall for the female lead whenever it's your turn to invite the prince!

this is truly a blessing in disguise!

make him fall in love her, bit by bit, till his interest in you slowly divert into the female lead before his eyes. simple it is! just make sure she's always in his line of vision, so that his heart would truly realise who it was beating for this entire time.

oh dear prince, look ahead and see the perfect lady that was meant for you! for if you still refuse to do so, i'll gladly force your damn kitten eyes to look towards her, mission start!

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jungwon emitted a slight giggle, a tender smile forming in his lips. "that's fascinating of you, lady liz. is there anything you had an interest for other than that?"

"hm, i adore looking after birds, they're my precious friends that tend to help me more than i could count, your majesty. and at times, i practise the art of embroidery.."

jungwon's eyes beamed at that particular word and it didn't go unnoticed by your eyes forming countless of neon heart shapes as you watched them converse with each other, heart quenching in top fangirling mode as they were truly a match made for each other! aaah, my favourite couple!

an enchanting frame of them, what a lovely sight indeed! you could watch them all day all night, for their romance to bloom into waterfall of florals.

"how about you, lady (name)? is there anything you in particular liked about?" the prince asked you.

"uh-?" your fangirling mode switches off when both of their attention were now on you. shit, just ignore me and talk to each other! pretend i do not exist!

"i'm curious about you, milady." jungwon tilted his head at you, curiosity glazed across his feline orbs as he leaned back on the chair in a leisure manner, with his usual smirk pestering you to death.

*⁠.⁠✧♡

you heard a few knocks on your door, the maid's head slipping in through the edge. "milady?"

"hm?" you didn't bother to pay a glance as you wiped off the excess soaking of your hair, still in your spiral of dilemma over what happened an hour ago. your stupid mistake of your damn foot conspiring to trip into the damn lake in a rare opportunity!

"his majesty were asking for your presence, milady."

"and what is his royal highness trying to conspire right here, huh? i am not his personal assistant to dress him up." you snorted, "what is this, barbie and ken? barbie girl in a barbie world?"

it's fantastic? this is nothing close to fantastic at all! you were so damn close to have them crashing their lips against each other!

"goddamnit why is this song kept repeating in my mind!" you whined to into your oblivion of despair.

the maid who had been patiently waiting for you to finish your emo session, spoke once again. "but milady, his majesty had been having troubles since an hour ago. he had only requested for you and no one else."

"oh god, fine!" you smashed your soaked towel on the table, huffing as you went on your way to the guest room. stomping your feet ever so loudly as you pause before the double door, "your highness, may i ask what in the world are going on for you to request for my presence?"

"come in, please."

you didn't think much as you pushed the door open, yet your lungs bursted into flames when his toned chest and down your eyes goes to his bunny pack of buns greeting your lazy orbs which had by far rattling into chaos as of now.

he's freaking half naked?! your mind chanted it like an unlimited quota. shirtless he was with that pestering smirk on his face as if he did this on purpose.

"milady?" jungwon smirked, "why don't you welcome yourself in? after all, this is your manor."

*⁠.⁠✧♡

"i'd certainly would not dare, milady. but if you insist." he shots a mischievous wink at your way.

seriously, you couldn't be bothered by this, aren't you? god knows how many filth you've written in the past few years of your life, you could even describe all of it without releasing a few screams or there, which shows how much of a pro you are.

you were beyond nervous when he pushes the door opened to his room, revealing the entire outlook of the furnitures, painting, couches, table, and lastly.. the king-sized bed.

bitch, get a hold on yourself.

*⁠.⁠✧♡

"milady," he pushed you on top of the bed, hovering over you as he caged you within his arms on both sides of your head.

"that's certainly brave of you, don't you think? milady?" he keeps emphasising the last word as if he adores to call you that very much, adding such seductive tone had your heart skipping a beat.

"milady." he whispered one more time.

he pressed a passionate kiss on your forehead, "milady." chanting the word a dozen more times as he continued on making you feel so loved.

his affectionate gestures were driving your soul insane and your knees weak as you indulged yourself in his love—the love he bestows only for you.

"milady."

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[genderisareligion]

Radfems over 30, if you could go back 10 years and give you in your 20s some feminist advice, what would it be?

I was about 20 when I started taking radical feminism seriously and I notice/I saw a poll once that a lot of you are in your early to mid 20s. There's a lot I know now that I wish I had somehow been able to speed absorb.

Don't bother befriending men who aren't at least bisexual. No, not even your best friend's Nigel. They don't see you that differently because you're out now. Take red flag responses like "that's hot" and "if I were your dad I'd be relieved" seriously. You know how many of them are unashamed porn addicts, it's okay to be in a very small percentage of Americans who thinks that shit overall is a plague, not to be openly celebrated.

Don't take it upon yourself to fix or argue with racist white women. Past me got into it with @apostleofsapphos once and it didn't matter how many sources I used or how well I crafted my arguments, she was a brick wall content to call me a "dumb black American" because I said white privilege and colorism are things outside the US. Think about the times you've had your mind changed about something political or sociological. Didn't it usually take exposure to a real life event, person, or book? Not some random on the internet, though that can work sometimes.

That being said, don't stew in anger about racism to the point that you cut yourself off from white people entirely. White men, whatever, ignore them more often, but there are opportunities for sisterhood with white women who are actually trying. Keep up this belief, it'll make you good friends and connections in the future. Black feminism shouldn't have to change itself for white feminists but it should still have the goal of how we can work together rather than just pointing out the ways in which a lot of white women put us down.

That being said, be proud to be Black more. I didn't really start writing about analyzing and following news on the ongoing post slavery genocide until my mid twenties and like I wish in college I'd joined the BSU despite having problems with the one at my religious high school because of homophobia, in retrospect. Find the Black people who don't care that you love women and hold them close and don't take them for granted.

Tell less people you're gender critical. It's no one's business that I came to the conclusion I did, that there's no such thing as gender and I'm better off not participating, whether that gender be cis or trans. There's nothing there when I search deep inside or whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing to have one. Most people just go along with it once they find out what gender is. Oh well. Just call yourself a word they recognize from the nonbinary category and don't say shit else lol

Radfems add yours if you want

[margindoodles2407]

The Long-Awaited PART SIX of Margin's Heroforge Saga: Breath of the Wild

IT IS HERE! And I am SO PROUD of it. Seriously, I think these might be my favorite designs yet- and that is SAYING something, considering how much I liked doing Hyrule Warriors and Wind Waker. I hope you guys enjoy these as much as I enjoyed making them :) The Champion Descendants, I decided, I'm going to put off for now and I would put them in a potential TotK set instead.

Also. I'm going to put a cutoff right here because this post is VERY long, for not only are there pictures, but RAMBLES as well. it is NOT for the faint of heart. You have been warned.

Luminary. Oh my gosh, I am SO HAPPY that Heroforge afforded options for his repaired eye. His hair has grown, because... well... hair doesn't stop growing while you're in stasis... he has scars from his final stand, and he's dressed MUCH more simply than he was before the Calamity, but he's happy. That's important, as you'll see below. Also, yes the torch is a nod to the arson joke. I am obligated by law to include it. No, seriously, there are government agents standing behind me watching as I type this (/j).

Luminary (Pre-Calamity). If you take a gander above, you'll see that this tunic has more gems and silver accents, but does not have the pattern the present-day pictures display. That was purposeful. The thought was that it was so damaged during the Calamity that the Sheikah had to repair it- and they did so by improving it by giving it a pattern (because, you will notice, all the other Champions- minus Zelda- have patterns on their Champion Attire). Link's didn't have a pattern- which was a nod by me to how his role as Swordsman dehumanized him, and made him less himself. Despite all the prestige that surrounded his role (symbolized by the gems... which i am now realizing you can't see well but trust me, they're there... and the silver), it did nothing but add to the crushing weight on his shoulders, causing him to retreat even further into himself.

Sunshine. UGH. I LOVE HER OUTFIT. I WANT HER OUTFIT. In all seriousness. Please draw your attention to the Sheikah Slate which I so lovingly crafted (if you look in the second picture you can kind of see the eye on the screen) and her Silent Princess earrings. Also, you'll note that her hair is very pale and her skin is very dark. Well, this comes from my headcanon that she's half Sheikah- Rhoam is, in fact, a Sheikah, and Impa, Purah, and Robbie are not just Zelda's best friends, but also, in fact, her cousins! This also gives some background to her interest in Sheikah Tech- because she wants to reconnect with her Father's side of the family.

Sunshine (Pre-Calamity). Notice that she still wears the Silent Princess earrings (which represent her ability to act autonomously), but her outfit is much more formal (i tried to be as accurate as possible to her in-game princess dress because I love it) and includes the Royal Red. She also has a dark red ruby in her crown- if you've followed this series since the start, you may recognize it from before. In the other sets, this dark red gem (along with a dark red metal not featured in this set) is only ever worn by Sheikah characters. Well, not only is it worn by Zelda here (which is plausible, considering she is of Sheikah descent) but it is also worn on Luminary's pre-Calamity belt (which I am telling you since you cannot see it)- which represents how the Royals have claimed the Sheikah, and by extention their culture, as belonging to them. Take that as you will.

Sunshine (Prayer Dress). OH SWEET NAYRU HOW I LOVE THIS ONE. OKAY. So, as you can tell, this shot takes place at the MOMENT Zelda's powers are unlocked- hence the golden sigils on her arms and chest, the golden tears streaming down her cheeks, and the golden strands in her hair. But take a look at her attire- it looks as canon-accurate as I was able to get (because I love the prayer dress), but notice that her silent princess earrings, which represent her autonomy, are conspicuously missing. Instead, they are replaced with gold earrings (that were as close as I could get to a triforce shape), showing- much like the lack of a pattern on Luminary's Pre-Calamity tunic- that, while she's in the role of the failed Sacred Princess, anything resembling her individuality has been utterly stripped away from her. She has been reduced to nothing more than a tool to be used.

Zelink (ignore the glowy thing. there is literally NOTHING i can do to get rid of it.) YES. Okay. I have little to say about this one- because it speaks for itself- other than that the minute I saw that there was an option to hold a frog I knew EXACTLY how I was posing these two. Thusly. There they are, in all their glory. Also please note Link's expression. I find it hilarious.

Mipha. Ah yes, now we move on to the Champions- who I am quite proud of. For the record, Mipha's face was probably the most complicated thing I fanagled with on this entire set, except maybe Urbosa's armor. Anyway, her head fins were inspired by her lionfish concept art, and her crown was modeled after the one Laruto wears in my Wind Waker set. Also, her Champion's pattern is fish scales in shades of baby blue- I've always liked the idea that the Champions each wore a different shade of blue (and in this case different patterns because I couldn't get the actual insignia on their garb) to symbolize the different races (represented by the different shades) uniting under a common goal (represented by the fact that they're all wearing blue). Finally, notice the green Poe shading, which I added to all the Champions since. You know. They're dead. But I think it looks really cool :) Also I just love Mipha, she's such a sweetheart and I am REALLY proud with how she came out. Heroforge may not be the best for Rito but if you know how to hack the system you can get some really good Zora out of it :)

Revali. Oh my word. To fanagle with this bird man was just. He was, in true Revali fashion, difficult. But I ended up taking the same route I did with Medli in the Wind Waker set by giving him bird characteristics :) His Champion's garb is Indigo, and you can't see it very well because of how I posed him but since there was no option to give the scarf a pattern, I put it on his skirt thing- it's a pattern of stripes and circles. I am quite proud of his shading and of the feather attachments on his head :)

Daruk. OH MAN. I LOVE HIM. One thing that can be said for Heroforge is that, though it's bad at making Rito and you have to stretch to make Zora, GORONS are quite easy to make and SUPER FUN. Also, not only does he have the Poe shading but the rocks protrudig from his skin also glow with that green light- like Luminous Stones! He's smiling but it's kind of hard to see because of his 'stache. Also, the Boulder Breaker came out lovely. His Champion garb is in shades of Navy, with a geometric diamond pattern that reminded me of gemstones. Also, at this point I want to call attention to the fact that, much like the champion garb, each character's landscape on their base is slightly different, symbolizing the fact that the Wild has many different ways of showing itself, which is one of the core themes of the game :)

Urbosa. OH MY WORD. HER ARMOR TOOK ME A SOLID 20 MINUTES. BUT I AM SO PROUD OF IT. For reference, like how the Sheikah have those special gems and metal, the Gerudo have a very specific armor set that I have designated just for them- the armor she wears on her shoulders and boots, specifically (other pieces can be swapped but pretty much every Gerudo will be wearing those pauldrons and boots, albeit in different colors. See Nabooru for reference- and yes, I did make them purposely similar-looking). You can't see it well because of the Poe Light, but her Champion's garb is also in the pattern that I specifically designated for the Gerudo; Nabs doesn't have a good display of it but you can see it more clearly on Ganondorf. It's in shades of Turquoise because it reminds me of the desert sky.

And with that, Breath of the Wild is done! Any thoughts? Don't be afraid to share them! The last installment in this first leg will be the Classic Games- you know, The Hyrule Fantasy and Zelda II: The Adventure of Link. I'm really excited for those and I think you'll like them too. And then I'll put up another poll and do the next round of games, because you guys seem to really be enjoying these!

Have a great day, and see you later!

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Hey girl! I'm a huge fan of your mortal kombat and COD fics :) I loved every single one that I've read so far (planning on reading your Bodyguard!Ghost fic tonight!) and I really enjoy reading your HCs and your answers to the questions that people send you!! You have such a way with words and I'm just in absolute awe of your writing. Also, the one-shot fic you wrote recently of Konig's POV in the Just Friends AU? I damn near DIED when I read it oh my god. Such a beautiful, deliciously dark, and poetic piece of writing. You've truly outdone yourself, seriously!

I had a question regarding your process when it comes to writing. I really love the idea of writing a fanfic, but I have no idea were to start! I used to write fan fiction for fun when I was younger, but I had a really embarrassing experience that put me off of writing completely. I'm now trying to get back into writing, but it feels so... hard! I tried writing a small slasher fic a few months ago, but it felt like rolling a boulder up a hill. It took a very long time and I was never quite satisfied with what I wrote, so I never finished it.

I really want to try writing a Konig fic, but I have a hard time thinking of an interesting plot that I would be excited to write about. Also, fleshing out a character like Konig (who we have very little canon information about), is something I am struggling with. Which is why I really loved your Walküre and Just Friends series, because you were able to make Konig and the reader these incredibly interesting, really complex, three-dimensional characters!

So, I guess my question (or questions, at this point. lol.) to you is: What advice would you give someone who's trying to write their first, proper fic? What's your writing process like? What do you do to help get your imagination going? What do you use for inspiration and what makes you excited to write? How do you manage to take an idea or a HC and manage to craft a whole fic out of it?

Any advice is greatly appreciated, thank you in advance! <3 <3

First of all, thank you so much! I have actually cried twice just thinking about this ask, your kind words made me so happy and emotional. I’m so so glad that you liked my fics (especially the MK one which I’m not that proud of)!

I’m sorry to hear you had such an experience as a young aspiring writer. I had the courage to share my fics only this year, and I’m over 30 yrs old! So the fact that you’ve put your works out there early on and had to deal with things like that must’ve been upsetting. Creative pieces are always a piece of our soul as well.

Also non-relevant but I love slashers too!! Aahhh!! 🔪❤️‍🔥 I hope you will someday find the passion to finish and publish that fic (I bet I would roll in it).

And umm, I feel I'm kinda poop at giving advice but I'll try my best! ->

Where to begin?

The reason why I wanted to bring the MK work up is because it was my very first proper fic and I wanted to say that I know exactly how you feel with the 'rolling a boulder uphill' -thing! The process with my first fic was exactly like that. I wrote it on/off for 2 years because I felt like the story and my writing sucked.

I don't know if you're suffering from the same thing, but I had a desperate need to make a good story (whatever that means, lol.) Of course we want people to enjoy what we create, but in my case, this perfectionism nearly killed my motivation to write. So the first thing I highly recommend is to shake off the need to be perfect and all the other intrusive thoughts that disturb your writing process ❤️‍🩹

So instead of trying to create a "good" story, I started to concentrate on the things I want to write. What would be the most delicious, cute, smutty or lovable imagine to write if no one was there to judge? What moves me in a character or a trope? What if I ditch all the rules and just write, even if the story and the plot don't yet make sense?

I started to write for myself and create scenes for the simple joy of it. The story became my safe space where I rushed to immerse and indulge after work. It became my guilty pleasure. Writing always becomes fun and inspiring again when I treat the story like it's my own little playground where I can do whatever I want. Everything else in life is compulsory, but my own little imaginary world is there just for me!

What also helped me was to read a ton of fanfics from writers whose style and stories I admired. It doesn't matter if the fics you read are not from the fandom you're writing for, actually, it might be better if they're not! That way you can get a sense of direction on where you want to go with your writing while also maintaining a clean palate for your own headcanons and ideas.

Writing process

This is a tough one because my writing process is very chaotic. I never know what I’m about to write or what the final version of a story will look like.

I usually start by writing the most hedonistic, self-indulgent scene first. For example in Just Friends the first scene I wrote was reader watching König masturbate in the shower. I just thought it was a tasty imagine 🙄 I thought it would be funny if his reaction to noticing her would be to blurt that he was thinking about how tight she is… Like, no one in their right mind would say that!

König's reaction then gave me the idea of him being delusional – this dark yandereish character who's obsessed with women and killing. My hands now itched to write this story. I needed reader to be drawn to him despite his craziness, and thought it could be because of his knives…? And proceeded to put a scene in the beginning where she admires his knife skills and tricks.

Then I had the idea that the knives could play an even bigger role in the story – wait, they could provide one of the main themes, actually! Knives ended up connecting these two characters in a distortedly romantic way. Apparently, it was a compelling read for some, and I got to indulge in my knife kink 🙈

So in a way, I start by self indulging and then kind of let the story tell itself? Allow it to introduce elements organically? I'm sorry if this sounds cryptic, I honestly don't have a method to my madness, at least not yet!

Only after I’ve written a few scenes that "want to come out" I start to see recurring themes, symbolism, classic storytelling components… When they pop up spontaneously, I take note and then add more of that same ingredient if I find it necessary (for example knives in Just Friends).

Only after I’ve written enough scenes to make a story, I start to edit & polish it into fic. See if the sentences and paragraphs have a nice rhythm, replace some words with synonyms that sound better, remove or add things if necessary.

Inspiration/imagination

I personally happen to love myths & folklore and I guess it shows because I sometimes refer to my characters as gods, angels, demons, krakens, tengus and whatnot. I read about classic Greek myths and immediately associate König with Theseus or some other tragic hero. I read about Japanese “dog-men” who live in the wilderness and train people in the art of war, and think about Hanzo Hasashi and how he is a demonic outcast who roams the realms in search of love retribution.

I draw shamelessly from myths and archetypes because they speak to the unconscious and add a fairytale-like touch to the story. I think most people are naturally drawn to these elements even if the fic otherwise is not a mythical/fantasy au.

Real life, real people, real hobbies and experiences are good sources for inspiration too, actually, they're one of the best! Some people are good at humor and make their stories feel an uplifting comfort read, some people have suffered severe depression and can describe the depths of existential pain with astonishing beauty. Some writers can describe with realistic detail how it feels like to shoot an AK-47 because they practice shooting.

So as a writer you can (and should!) draw inspiration from anything and everything you see, hear, smell or touch. Treat your life experiences, big or small, as resources. One time I started to write a short drabble on a rainy day and introduced the scene by describing how the rain batters against the window. So even small, cliche, trivial things like the day's weather can be inspiring and serve the story.

How to craft headcanons

When I try to get to know a character I simply immerse myself in the source material. I try to ignore the fan stuff that’s already been created, even if it's what got me into the fandom in the first place. I try to make my own judgments and interpretations no matter what I've seen or heard up until that point.

For example for König I listened to his voicelines a lot, I watched videos of him and even watched them in slow mo because I wanted to study the way he moves (lol I’m normal about him)

I tried to study things like: What vibe does he give? Does he resemble someone I know irl? Do his eyes tell a story, what kind of a past does this man have? Is he shy? If so, what kind of shy? Or is he arrogant and spiteful? A bully who used to be bullied? Etc etc.

Some of my hc’s come from how I view different people in real life, in yandere!König's case I exaggerate a lot but it’s basically just a mashup of people I associate him with. That’s where I start and then I might get further ideas of "I just know he would do this" or "he would say that", and it’s basically like baking bread and you add flour every now and then until the dough swells on its own? (lol what a metaphor)

I also have to give a shoutout to all the amazing people here who have sent me messages and headcanons and thoughts on König, without the input of other people I would never have come up with some of the things I did! So don’t be afraid to call other people to join & bake the bread with you? ^^ If you have friends in the fandom, brainstorm with them. My asks are SADLY closed atm but anyone who wants to brainstorm about König or Ghost is always welcome to my dms 🩷

Crafting a fic from hcs

My first hc ever for König was that he must be a gym guy because he's so athletic. Then I thought how heartbreaking it would be if he was this stereotypical "battling my inner demons" gym guy, because he kinda gives off this loner energy, right...?

From here, you could already craft a story where poor loner König meets someone at the gym. The first scene could be ripe with pining and flirting and how sweet it is that König forgets about his inner demons everytime he sees his gym crush. Next scene: first date. Is it awkward or cute? Both? What kind of dynamic does this couple have?

Third scene: do you want to write smut? Do they have sex or do you want to add some angst & drama, maybe introduce a third wheel and make König suffer? (Poor guy just went to the gym to escape his inner demons and now he's suffering even more omg)

Hope these were of any help! I wish you all the best with your writing! 🩷💋

So hc's are like breadcrumbs that lead you to scenes, and scenes lead you to a story 💕

[inkabelledesigns]

What’s the most complicated doll/doll piece you’ve made?

 Do you have headcanons about your dolls? 

(I can’t make this text regular size, tumblr is being wacky </3)

It's all good! Thank you for sending in your questions, they're a delight! ^^

22. What’s the most complicated doll/doll piece you’ve made? 

This is a tricky one that can have about five answers. XD So I'm gonna give you a top five, with photos!

First is the most recent of the bunch. This is Elara Roux, she was for an Autumn Court collab. This doll's dress is one of the most elaborate garments I've crafted (and here I am wanting to sew it again for a Christmas tree doll, send help ^^''''). She's one of the hardest dolls to get to stand properly between the poofy dress not playing well with stands and the antlers adding a bunch of weight. I have to say, I'm very proud of her antlers, they were difficult to sculpt but a lot of fun, and proof that I'm getting better at polymer clay. She's also my first doll with vitiligo, which was a fun challenge to take on. I love her, so so much. She's difficult to photograph, but we're learning.

Dina the Dryad was a lot. She has a bunch of body sculpting and painting, a new arm and hand, and during her project, the humidity was hurting my sealant so much. Her face went through a couple iterations before I could fix it.

Kendra is one you don't hear me talk about much. I was in hell trying to make the resin work. I mixed up too much pigment (and the wrong pigment, seriously don't use alcohol inks with UV resin, bad idea) and it wouldn't cure properly, so her gems and the ball details on her lower half were difficult. She's also my only doll with alcohol inks coloring the skin, which I like the look of, but it was very messy. XD I love her face so much though, the lotus details on her eyes are something I need to give to another doll.

Norman is the most unconventional doll I've made. He involved full body sculpting and painting, additional sculpted pieces for his speaker and shoulder reel, a head made out of craft foam and a hinge joint so it can open to hold the candle light, wires and chords, aaaahhh, he's a lot. XD Attaching the projector to the doll's head was also a challenge. Honorary mention to Belphene, the doll with the red dress and horns, she's also complicated with those horns and having to draft her clothing pattern for myself. But I have one more pick that's not her.

It probably surprises no one that Auran is one of the most complicated dolls of my collection. XD For starters, he's one of my few hybrid dolls. His parts consist of an Invisi Billy head on an Obitsu male body (yes I ordered a special body for him, it was VERY IMPORTANT), and I had to modify the nose with apoxie sculpt to fit his design. His head used to be blue, and painting it to be smooth and have a matching skintone to the body was tough. My dad actually stepped in on this one, we needed to change out the neck peg for a different sized one so the head would stay on. His hair was redone a couple times, as were his clothes. His resin gem on the collar took multiple attempts before I could call it good, and the shoes were a nightmare even though I used a My Scene shoe as the base. I'm super proud of his epaulets, they're polymer clay shaped and glossed to look like turtles, which is caramel with pecans in it and chocolate on the bottom and top. It's one of my favorite things that Mom makes around Christmas time, so naturally he had to have them. He's one of those dolls that I put so much into, and I'm glad I did, but I needed a long break when he was done because it was so taxing. XD Worth it.

24. Do you have headcanons about your dolls?

Oh I have so many headcanons about my dolls! Who gets along, which ones like being next to each other, the things they might talk about while I'm away, there's a lot to think about.

These two sets surprised me a lot. I made Gail and Delilah separate from each other, but during the time that I was moving, I had to pack up all of my dolls so I could carry them over. These were the two I kept out during that time, and then I photographed them together, since Delilah is one of my favorites, and Gail was recent that summer, and they're both pink and delightful. I think the two of them are long distance girlfriends in my Equinox story, with Gail hailing from the spring kingdom as an assistant to the royals there, and Delilah as a pastry fairy that lives in the central kingdom. They send letters, and maybe someday they'll get to live together. They certainly do on my shelf, these two are rarely seen apart, I never want to put them away.

Marnie and Valencia are a similar story. I made these two beverage witches for the first collaboration I ever hosted, and somewhere in there, they ended up as girlfriends. XD Marnie is the studious bookworm that's always working hard while at the cafe, whereas Valencia is very chill and embraces the vibes of the beach. There's something charming in how opposites attract.

Thank you for the questions! If anyone would like to ask more, the ask game is here!

[vesperewrites]

woah. i think i recognize the tone/typing mannerisms of that one weird anon and believe they’ve been in my inbox before, shitting on my fics and art with no real critique behind their insults. just like now, all they’re spewing is pure hate backed up by no real reason and what i think is a sad, unnecessary form of jealousy. i’m guessing from your last post they’ve decided to use up all their cards and rlly drive the message that they’re a bitter loser by perhaps insulting you and your craft in some shape or form (tho if they haven’t and i totally misread, just know the following sentiment is still true lol). i just wanna say— the way you carry yourself and have been giving rlly informed and supportive conversations surrounding certain lucemond topics as well as your writing are rlly, rlly good and important. it showed that most of us still read, support, and appreciate one another and that’s what matters. i feel like the main thing ppl should understand abt ff writers is that this is definitely a hobby for us, as we have real adult life’s. so that being said, anybody having these extreme and emotional issues with fandom and fiction that upsets you so much enough to blindly attack should just take up another way of spending their free time.

also idk if you’re taking up anymore recs but a fandom og who left/deleted their works revealed their last known pseudonym as @aelussy and their fics are just phenomenal. ‘apex predators’ had a really fun approach to lucerys and aemond’s dynamic which i think you’ll appreciate, bc i know i can’t stop thinking abt them.

and it also begs the question: are ppl just so blinded by nostalgia that they don’t even recognize the supposed ‘lucemond peak writing’ even if it’s right in front of them, just under different usernames? idk, it just makes me think all those things that anon supposedly misses (since it truly never rlly left) is just an excuse they tell themselves to justify shitting on ppl.

Yeah, it's truly bizarre. I'm sorry that happened to you :/

Criticism and open discussion is fine. There's nothing I can to say to someone resorting to ad hominem attacks or making a hasty generalization (logical fallacy) argument. At the end of the day, it's just opinions. And agreed with you. It reads as jealousy, insecurity, or attention-seeking. Nothing I can do about that.

Ah, I didn't think they insulted my work at all, but even if someone did, it's honestly fine!! My stuff is very rough/imperfect (I say this with absolute love to myself) and nevertheless I'm proud of it.

Ah, thank you very much! That's very kind of you to say. Disagreements can be healthy, but both parties need to operate underneath good faith as a means and end goal to try to understand one another. Supporting others is very important to me.

Ff is definitely a hobby I do in my free and even then...I'm a slow writer. 💀 anyone taking it this seriously might not have much going on.

I'll check out your rec :] I think I saw that it was an orphan account. I believe I read it a while back, so I'll see.

Yeah, it makes me question, what nostalgia are they speaking about? Nothing I can do about it, since I can't miss what I've never known. Like....I'm sorry...? Lol.

But yeah, plenty of talented people here from the beginning, it seems. So I'm honestly confused by some folks' takes of "the good ones left". That was the only statement I was addressing that started it all. If people want to shit on others, that says more about them than it does about me.

Thank you for your take! I'll check out your work too. :]

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so I WANT to like Bunet, but I'm struggling a bit. Would you like to rant about your boy here? <3

Hello, thank you for sending the ask! And don't worry, i got you >:) I'll gladly rant like a possessed soul about this man.

By general stuff i'd say the things that i like when it comes to him are:

Visuals since i think he's very handsome (to not say hot) and i'm a little gay

His voice! Both in english and japanese, they're pleasing to my ears

How he has like a worrying amount of game (His pact bond support + pact bond wake up events... sheesh)

How passionate he is about cooking even if he can be a "little" off the shits when it comes to wanting to taste try things. And while get why some people are put off by it i find his genuine passion for this craft and wish to improve and learn more and more to be eye catching to me. I think i happen to find that just to be purely relatable as someone who is VERY passionate about what i enjoy.

Even if he comes off as weird because of a part of his shtick, he's genuinely a sweet man! and you know, i like that sort of stuff.

But now, since i told my friends i would go IN DEPTH when ranting about him take this as a bit of me going over his supports + wake up events (no bond supports because i don't have easy access to those for him and i'm lazy to look it up on youtube but i'll do vague mentions of some i read) and talking a bit about how i see him as a character, an “analysis” (more like gushing like crazy) of sorts if you will! It will all be under the cut as to not clog people's dashboards. 

There will be spoilers for a character that you can recruit in chapter 21 so PLEASE be aware if it’s something u don’t want to know!

Ok so for background we have his ally notebook "After bandits razed his parents’ bistro, he competed to become a royal chef. Bunet didn’t win, but Fogado made him a retainer."

We know that he wants to reestablish the bistro and is making dishes whenever he can for it as said in his C support with Merrin:

Bunet: I want you to be the first to experience my newest recipe. Merrin: Oh. Is this for a cookbook? Bunet: For a restaurant, actually. I want to reestablish my parents' bistro after the war is over. Bunet: I have been crafting new dishes for the menu in my spare time.

Considering how important cooking it's really sweet to see how the passion even translates to his desire to rebuild the establishment his parents ran and hell that's also an important place for him because of his bond with Fogado.

Bunet: We have a long history─sharing meals together in my parents' bistro almost every day. Bunet: More than the meals, it was the hours we spent talking─well after patrons left─that I cherished.

(C support with Fogado)

From how fondly he talks of the time spent together with him in there, it shows that it's a place that he holds dear despite the painful end it had as Bunet straight up said to Fogado that the image of the destroyed bistro was burned in his mind:

Fogado: Yeah. When I heard about the bandit raid on your town, I was devastated. Fogado: There was basically nothing left. Your parents' cozy bistro...a pile of ashes. Bunet: That image is burned in my memory.

(A support with Fogado)

While related to the bistro but not necessarily important to this per se, i think his bond convo with Tiki is adorable:

Bunet: My parents ran a bistro, until it was attacked and razed by bandits. Bunet: Forgive me, Tiki... I do not mean to burden you with my feelings. You are just so easy to talk to. Tiki: That's all right. I appreciate you sharing that with me. Tiki: Chin up, Bunet. I know you'll make your parents proud. I have faith in you!

(A bond conversation with Tiki)

Considering Bunet is someone who takes failure VERY seriously even if what he did was liked per se, the fact Tiki encourages him this way is simply sweet to see. But on topic of him taking failure to heart, let me talk about some of those instances in which it shows!

Bunet: I entered that contest to become the royal court's chef, and…I lost. Bunet: It was the greatest shame of my life. Bunet: Yet you found it in your heart to overlook my failure and hire me as your personal chef. Bunet: I could never pay you back for that kindness.

(B support with Fogado)

Fogado: And then when I heard about the cooking tournament, I knew you'd enter. Fogado: There was no way you'd miss a chance to show off to the whole queendom. Fogado: If you think about it, your culinary skills are the reason we were reunited. Bunet: I did lose the contest, however. Fogado: Heh heh─this again! Bunet, it's not a big deal. You were out of practice. Fogado: If there was another contest today, you'd win hands down. Bunet: Oh, Fogado… Thank you.

(A support with Fogado)

Bunet: A chef's sacred duty is to make the right food for the occasion...and I failed. Bunet: I made something far worse than a bad dish. I made...the wrong dish. Pandreo: Bunet, it's not like that. Bunet: I am your friend and I let you down. A mere apology will not suffice. Please, strike me.

(B support with Pandreo)

As you can see from how he still feels about his loss at the contest you can see how TRULY passionate he is when it comes to cooking. Even when Fogado says his culinary skills are what brought them together he still points out his failure and only lets it go when Fogado says that he'd win if there was another contest (which shows how fucking sweet their friendship is)

NOW, besides how passionate he is, he's also a perfectionist, not only it shows with the fact how long he held onto losing a contest, but by how BAD he takes failure to the point of maybe being a little too dramatic even if ultimately what he did was great but simply not fitting for a party.

But while cooking is not the first thing you'd think as an art i can see the love and effort he puts into it the same way an artist would to their work and as someone who feels horrible sometimes about how something i made is not "good enough" even if it's just to my own standards i understand him taking it bad (hell even i sometimes take failure, even if it's not necessarily for art in a very dramatic way. I unfortunately can't make fun of him on that)

That said, i like that he has a garden for his own ingredients. It's not the most deep thing on earth but you know, it shows how he has more skills outside of cooking and taste testing!

Mauvier: Oh, is this your garden? Bunet: Mauvier, what are you doing here? Mauvier: Keeping guard. What manner of vegetables are you growing? Bunet: I plant a variety this time of year, though most won't grow until later. Bunet: Nothing is better than homegrown produce. Cook it just a bit and you have a masterpiece.

(C support with Mauvier)

Outside of just planting his own vegetables for cooking, gardening is overall just a hobby of his growing flowers too in his garden. The fact he likes flowers is very cute to me.

Mauvier: You are also raising flowers. Are they for cooking as well? Bunet: Oh, no. These flowers are just for looking at. And smelling.

(C support with Mauvier)

Jean: Wow, that's pretty swollen. This is definitely some sort of insect sting. Bunet: Well, I tend plants on the side. Probably got stung while I was in the garden.

(C support with Jean)

 "You should know, I'm growing these flowers as a hobby."

(Pact bond wake up event 2, he mentions growing flowers too even if you wake up soon!)

Bunet: I dislike parties. Too noisy, I find. Like a dish with many strong flavors all at once. Pandreo: Ah, too bad. I guess that's the price you pay for those acute senses of yours.

(C support with Pandreo)

Dislikes: strong odors, sunburns, training, loud places, bright places, heavily flavored food

(Ally notebook at rank C)

It’s not something that is a MUST know but i think the fact he dislikes parties and overall noisy places is very relatable (to me at least) so i wanted to just put that out! Strong odors, bright places, heavily flavored food, considering Pandreo does say he has acute senses it makes sense.

But let's throw away how cute he is with flowers and his #relatable moments for a sec and talk a bit about him personality wise! He's eccentric as hell and people tend to misunderstand him (as he says in his A support with Merrin and shows in supports like his C with Alfred)

Merrin: I'm sorry, Bunet. I had no idea you wanted to be friends. Merrin: Looks like I was all wrong about you. Bunet: There's no need to apologize. I am quite used to being misunderstood. Bunet: As a lifelong eccentric, it is something of a chronic condition for me.

Bunet: Prince Alfred. Might I ask you for a quick lick? Alfred: Run that by me again, Bunet… Bunet: Forgive me, sir. I can explain more clearly. Bunet: Those flowers you're wearing. I should quite like to acquaint one of them with my taste buds.

And while yes, the quick lick thing is odd as fuck and i get why people are put off by it he does show moments in which he realizes (be it by himself or someone being like "buddy, no") that he stepped out of line.

Alfred: You wanna taste a flower? Bunet: Hm, I seem to have crossed a line. Please disregard my request. Alfred: Hahaha! You're a riot, Bunet! Alfred: It's no big deal. I'll see if I can get you a flower like these.

(His C support with Alfred)

In this case Alfred is at first very "what" about his question until he explains and THEN after he explains himself, Alfred just out of curiosity asks that and Bunet just takes it as "oh i messed up" and recoils until he's met with Alfred being. Alfred.

This conversation is followed by another "quick lick" joke when Alfred says he's beefy and he's like "would you like a quick lick yourself?" and obviously Alfred just says no, that he's paying him a compliment. That said Bunet doesn't push at all that after his explanation and is just up to help him out with building form via changing his diet when Alfred expresses his wish to get bulkier.

Bunet: Divine One. I owe you an apology for my rudeness the other day. Alear: We talked through it. And I got my clothing washed─all fine.

Bunet: Divine One, I'm sorry that I made you uncomfortable. Alear: It's OK. I still support you, even if I had to draw the line.

(His A support with Alear)

Now, we know that Alear is someone who's very willing to draw a line or just be honest when necessary and it shows in the B support when Bunet stepped out of line—even if the intention wasn't a gross one—and Alear was obviously not comfortable with it and simply cut him off on it. The fact he apologizes for his behavior in the prior support shows that even if at first it doesn't click in his brain, he's capable of understanding when he's wrong and obviously apologizing for it.

That said for some fucking reason his b and a supports with Jade keeps on coming back to him wanting to quick lick the armor for some damn reason even if they get somehow end up getting somewhat well enough by the end of it????? That was... a support line yeah. And the way his A support with Pandreo just end up dropping the shtick out of nowhere and i think the problem i find with those is purely the fact that they try being “hee hee comedic” but they have the comedic timing of a cardboard (none)

That aside!!! I'd like to talk about bits in which he's shown to be a good man, because as i said before he is!

Bunet: I didn't come for firewood today. Bunet: Here. I made you a salmon stew. I hope it's like what you remember. Anna: Oh, wow! Can I eat it now?! Bunet: Yes, please do. While it's warm. Anna: Thanks a bunch! Anna: … Anna: Mmm! That warms me right to my bones. It tastes just like my family stew too. Bunet: I'm glad. It took some doing. Bunet: I had to research your hometown's cuisine and then seek out all the right spices. Bunet: I wasn't confident that I had nailed down the flavor… Anna: So that's why it tastes like home. Aww, you did all that for me? I'm really touched! Anna: I was getting so homesick that it was messing up my woodcutting. Anna: But that little taste of home cheered me right up again! I'm ready to split a hundred logs! Bunet: If you ever feel homesick, come talk to me. I can at least take your taste buds back there.

(His A support with Anna)

For context in the prior support he asks her how he got so good at wood chopping and the conversation makes anna feel homesick for the fish stew they had, he notices that and in the A support he brings her one like shown in the dialogue! As eccentric and he is he goes out of his way to help people out even if sometimes it's via cooking.

Bunet: The scent of fresh flowers has a way of easing the soul. Here, sniff. Mauvier: Huh… Mauvier: What a lovely fragrance. Mauvier: You are correct. It is quite calming. Bunet: You've been working too hard. Why not drop by here to relax now and then? Mauvier: That sounds…nice. Mauvier: Yes. I believe I will come by from time to time.

(His C support with Mauvier)

Mauvier: Your garden is quite lovely. I admit, I have found excuses to visit lately. Bunet: It really means that much to you? Bunet: I'll harvest some vegetables and cook up a nice ratatouille. The taste will move you, I promise. Mauvier: There's no need for you to go to such lengths. Mauvier: Simply taking time to pause here occasionally is more than enough for me. Bunet: Everyone needs a little downtime. And they can always use a good meal too. Mauvier: … Mauvier: I was one of the Four Hounds. Mauvier: So now I work to protect the weak, as an act of atonement for my past actions. Mauvier: People suffer daily. I fail them by allowing myself any pleasure, no matter how simple. Bunet: Don't think like that.

(His B support with Mauvier)

Bunet: Mauvier, I have some presents for you. Mauvier: Are these vegetables from your garden? Bunet: Yes. Appetizing, aren't they? They're for you. Mauvier: Bunet. I told you I do not want to treat myself. Not while others suffer. Bunet: That's too bad. I suppose these vegetables will just rot, then. Mauvier: … Bunet: Such a shame. I worked so hard to grow them. Mauvier: … Mauvier: Why do you pay so much attention to me? Bunet: Hm. I suppose you remind me of the plants from my garden. I want to help you grow. Bunet: That scrumptious, fragrant goodness inside has to be nurtured so it doesn't wither away. Mauvier: Heh… You are trying to make me feel better about my lot in life. Mauvier: Do you truly believe I can grow, and not just rot away? Bunet: Hm… I don't think I can answer that for you. You have to decide for yourself. Bunet: In the meantime, seriously, eat these vegetables. Mauvier: Yes. Of course. Bunet: You can grill them if you like, but they'll really shine if you let me cook them up for you. Mauvier: Thank you, Bunet. Mauvier: I shall continue looking for a way to grow so as to not rot away. For you.

(His A support with Mauvier)

I'm going to admit that this is one of my favorite support lines of Bunet's alongside the one with Fogado. Obviously Bunet knows Mauvier's background, yet he wants him to relax and take a break like anyone else as shown in both C and B support, telling him that he can drop by there and relax or that everyone needs downtime.

What catches my eye in the B support is how Mauvier talks about how he works to protect the weak as an attonement and ultimately is failing them by taking time for himself to relax. To which Bunet reacts with telling him to not think like that and ultimately it shows why he reacts that way because he sees Mauvier's goodness deep down and doesn't want it to wither away, which shows in him telling him to take time for himself too or even telling him he'll make him a dish.

"Do you truly believe i can grow, and not just rot away." "Hm... I don't think i can answer that for you. You have to decide for yourself." these two lines hit me specially because while he WANTS to help him grow, he's not the one to decide if Mauvier wants to do so, that's for him to choose. And Mauvier's last line? It shows that Bunet's kindness and desire for him to be a better version of himself hit him which i think it's very sweet and i maybe cried at this support

Jean: I can give you some herbs to reduce the swelling. Take care not to touch the wound. Bunet: I'm sure there's no need for that. Save your herbs for someone who could really use them. Jean: It doesn't work like that. Jean: We don't know what kind of insect stung you. If you leave it untreated, it might get serious. Bunet: I see... Forgive me. I suppose you would be more knowledgeable about such things. Jean: It's all right. Now you know. Just let me apply the dressing like so, and... Jean: All done. Nothing to worry about now. Just leave it be, even if it starts to itch. Bunet: Understood. I'll try not to touch it. Bunet: Please, take this. A small token of thanks. Jean: Wow... What's this pretty flower? Bunet: Some chamomile from my garden. It has a nice, soothing aroma, don't you think? Jean: Thank you. I appreciate it. Bunet: You ought to come visit my garden sometime. I think you'd like it there.

(C support with Jean)

Ok 1. The fact he’s willing to just let the stung be as is and have Jean treat someone else with the herbs because they might need it more... sir no. 2 Him apologizing because in the end Jean is the expert in medicine, not him. 3. Bunet giving him a flower as a little thank you gift???? Telling him that he should visit the garden because he think he’d like it there??? Idk why this man simply has sweets supports with children with small acts like these.

Jean: Remember the chamomile you gave me? I looked into it, and it has medicinal uses. Jean: It's a painkiller and can sometimes reduce inflammation. Do you maybe have more? Bunet: Interesting. Bunet: Well, there's not much of it, but what I do have, I will gladly give you. Jean: Thank you. Even a little will help. Bunet: It makes me happy to know that my little flowers will help people feel better. Bunet: Though, I must say...I'll be sorry to see them leave home after all my careful tending. Jean: Don't worry, Bunet. I won't let a single flower go to waste.

(B support with Jean)

The fact being able to help people feel better with his flowers and he’s happy about it is SO sweet and cute, also “I must say...I'll be sorry to see them leave home after all my careful tending” He kind of sounds like a dad seeing his kids go ngl.

Jean: You did me a big favor the other day. Jean: I put that flower you gave me to good use, and it helped in treating a lot of our people. Bunet: Good. I'm sure those little blooms of mine were happy to help. Jean: Here. This is something in return. Bunet: Hm... Flower seeds. Jean: You seemed to care a lot about the flower you gave me. Jean: So I thought it must have made you sad to see the space where it used to grow. Jean: This probably isn't much of a replacement, but...it's something to fill the space. Bunet: How thoughtful. I will make sure to give these seeds a loving, supportive home. Jean: It's the least I can do for the help you gave me. Jean: Well, I think that's all, so... Bunet: Jean, wait. Jean: Yes? Bunet: Are there any other flowers with medicinal uses that I could grow for you? Bunet: Sometimes I'm sad to see my beautiful flowers being plucked, but not when they help people. Bunet: I want to contribute however I can. Jean: That's really nice of you, Bunet. It means a lot that you're willing to pitch in. Jean: I'm going to do my part, too, of course. I won't leave it all to you. Bunet: Wonderful. I'm sure my flowers will appreciate having another caretaker around.

(A support with Jean)

First of all he still sounds like a dad talking about his children, but his children are flowers and it’s genuinely so cute to see how much he likes his flowers. Second, Jean giving him seeds because he thought Bunet would be sad about seeing that space empty?????? Him saying he’ll make sure to give those seeds a loving and supportive home?????’ This is so fucking sweet it makes me tender. And lastly! Him wanting to help out more because even if sometimes it makes him sad to see his flowers be plucked if it helps people then it doesn’t makes me insane, it shows his kindness really well!

Also this support line is not the only time in which he calls the flowers “my beautiful flowers” or just refers to them as something cute, it’s genuinely so sweet.

I’d like to derail the topic a little because while i have brought up his supports with Fogado i haven’t talked of their bond per se.

Bunet: Well, after all, I'm not just your retainer but also your personal chef. Bunet: It is my duty to know what you like and prepare your meals accordingly. Fogado: I know! I'm a lucky man. Fogado: But you forgot one thing. Bunet: What?! Does it need more lemon? Is the presentation not to your liking? Fogado: Oh, not the dish─the titles. Retainer, personal chef. You left one out. Fogado: Best friend. Bunet: Ah. Right you are, Fogado. Bunet: We have a long history─sharing meals together in my parents' bistro almost every day. Bunet: More than the meals, it was the hours we spent talking─well after patrons left─that I cherished. Fogado: Yes. I'll always remember those days. Unlike somebody, who forgot we were even friends... Bunet: I didn't forget. For friends and flavors alike, my memory is long and exacting. Bunet: It's just that now I see you as more of a savior than a friend. Fogado: Psh, a savior? Me? How come? Bunet: Heh... You don't understand. Of course.

(C support with Fogado)

Bunet: I could tell you were enjoying it because of that scrumptious smile on your face. Fogado: Oh, before I forget. We need to circle back and talk about what you said the other day. Bunet: What do you mean? Fogado: You know, the "savior" thing. I've been racking my brain, but I can't figure out what you meant. Bunet: Oh. That. Bunet: I entered that contest to become the royal court's chef, and...I lost. Bunet: It was the greatest shame of my life. Bunet: Yet you found it in your heart to overlook my failure and hire me as your personal chef. Bunet: I could never pay you back for that kindness. Fogado: Ah, I see. But, Bunet, I didn't really care about the contest itself. Fogado: I was just glad that you entered because it brought you back into my life. Bunet: What? Was that your plan all along? Fogado: Of course. It had been years since the last time we talked at your parents' bistro. Bunet: That's true... What a bitter separation that was.

(B support with Fogado)

Bunet: Indeed. Something you said has been eating at my mind. You...searched for me? Fogado: Yeah. When I heard about the bandit raid on your town, I was devastated. Fogado: There was basically nothing left. Your parents' cozy bistro...a pile of ashes. Bunet: That image is burned in my memory. Fogado: I felt so helpless. I had come as fast as I could, but...it was too late. Fogado: You'd fled along with everyone else. I had no idea where you might have gone. Bunet: I'm sorry... It all happened so suddenly, I didn't have a chance to tell you. Fogado: It wasn't your fault. At any rate...after you left, I never stopped looking for you. Fogado: I missed your delicious cooking, but more than that, I missed our conversations. Bunet: I missed them too. Fogado: And then when I heard about the cooking tournament, I knew you'd enter. Fogado: There was no way you'd miss a chance to show off to the whole queendom. Fogado: If you think about it, your culinary skills are the reason we were reunited. Bunet: I did lose the contest, however. Fogado: Heh heh─this again! Bunet, it's not a big deal. You were out of practice. Fogado: If there was another contest today, you'd win hands down. Bunet: Oh, Fogado... Thank you. Bunet: I'm grateful you kept looking for me. That is why we can enjoy delicious moments like this. Bunet: You truly are my savior. Fogado: "Savior" still feels a little...strong, but, eh, I'll take it. Fogado: And just so you know...I'm never letting you leave me like that again. Bunet: The feeling is entirely mutual. Bunet: I am your personal chef and retainer. Bunet: Most importantly, I am your best friend. And as such, I swear to be true. Fogado: I'm glad. Nothing is sweeter than your friendship, Bunet.

(A support with Fogado)

They’ve been best friends for years, spending hours and hour talking with each other and having meals at Bunet’s parents bistro, you can tell from that alone they’re extremely close. But the fact Fogado searched for him after they lost contact? Fogado making him his personal chef not out of kindness but because he simply wanted him back to his life??????? The fact Bunet thanks him for having kept looking for him???? 

Their bond, their friendship is so strong it’s endearing and shows a lot of how important they’re to each other! Bunet outside of being his chef and retainer seeing him as his “savior” because he’s so grateful for all he’s done that it’s just harder to see him as a friend, even if by the end of their A support he calls himself his best friend. God their friendship just makes me melt, it’s so genuine and makes me soooooooooo happy that they were able to reconnect after years of being apart. It’s what they deserve.

And NOW! Because i said this man has game, the instances in which he straight up shows it:

Bunet: The tomatoes and blueberries you see there, they were inspired by your beautiful eyes. Bunet: Enjoy. Alear: All right. Thank you. Alear: ... Alear: This is...incredible! It's better than anything I've ever tasted! Bunet: I am pleased to hear it. I was determined to make this dish something extraordinary for you. Bunet: When I cook with you in mind, the food tastes... transcendent. I would like to do so more often. Bunet: That is, I would like to cook with you in mind...forever...if it pleased you. Alear: Do you mean... Bunet: I mean, I would like to be your partner, Divine One. Bunet: If you found the food I made for you pleasing, that is. Bunet: But if it's inconvenient, I'll remember this dish fondly and return to my chef's duties. Alear: Oh... No. Alear: That doesn't sound good at all. Please, stay. I'd like you to make more incredible dishes for me. Alear: Actually, Bunet, even if you didn't cook me a single meal, I'd want you to stay. Alear: Here, this Pact Ring...it's for you. Bunet: Thank you! The ring is beautiful...just like you. Alear: All the cooking aside, there's so much we'll get to learn about each other. Bunet: I am looking forward to it, Alear. Bunet: This moment tastes of pure sweetness. But I will savor all the flavors we cook up together.

(S support with Alear)

Ok first of all, just like in his C support with Alear he compliments their eyes in the first support it comes off a little more awkward, mostly because Alear is unsure if he meant it as a compliment, while in this one it comes out more smoothly. Secondly the fact he cooks w alear in mind and would like to do so forever??? 

How Bunet just drops he’d like to be their partner but like, the fact he’s willing to just let it be if it’s inconvenient and he’ll just hold the dish (made thinking of alear) fondly???? I’d personally die if someone said that to me, i’m like that.

And more leaning to Alear on this one, the fact they want him around even if he didn’t cook a thing for them, how they’ll get to learn so much about each other??? the fact Bunet looks forward to it too??? They’re so cute what the fuck! Also him using his good ol’ food analogies to show how happy he is and how he’s excited for the future with Alear... cute. very. very. cute.

"Breakfast is ready. It is time to get up, don't you think, my dear partner? As I expected. Still asleep.  Well, I've prepared a sweet dish for you. It is sweet like our relationship is now and, I hope, always will be. Life is full of so many different flavors, and I've tried to taste as many as I could. But this time we share together, it tastes like nothing else I've ever encountered. Our recipe is unique and perfect, and it belongs to us and us alone. Now, eat up so you can win your battles. Tomorrow, and the day after that I want to watch you taste all life has to offer. And i want to be there to make sure it's delicious."

(S support wake up event 1)

BRINGING BREAKFAST TO BED?????? Peak romance methinks. His food analogies are there like always but how fondly he talks about their relationship and how unique their bond, their flavor is, it’s adorable 1. how in love he is and 2. how dear he holds it. Him wanting to be there to see Alear “taste all life has to offer” and make sure that it’s delicious (so basically, good, happy) makes me insane, it’s adorable!!!!!!!

"Haha, now be honest. Was it the word "breakfast" that stirred you from your slumber or was it your excitement to see me? I choose to believe it was the latter."

(S support wake up event 1 if Alear wakes up soon)

Self explanatory i think????? Anyway, he’s cute.

"No food from me. This time I've brought you flowers, Divine One. When you gave me the ring you said there was so much for us to learn about each other. I want to learn everything about you, and I want to tell you everything about me. You should know, I'm growing these flowers as a hobby. They're my favorite species. Its red petals are so bright and bold. And the blue bud Its scent is almost as sweet as you. Good morning. Now be honest, do you prefer my delicious food or my beautiful flowers? Though, you need not worry I will be happy to wake you with both from now on."

(S support wake up event 2)

The fact he kept to heart Alear’s words about having much to learn about each other and proceeding to share a bit about himself... I’m soft. His favorite species being ones that resemble alear in in color and how the scent is almost sweet as them? Romance king. Also the fact he’s just up to bring flowers and breakfast to wake them up? This is my personal taste talking but someone does that for me and i’m marrying them twice.

“You know I enjoy growing flowers and herbs. Now, next time I come you must tell me something about yourself. I want to know everything. The sweet things, and yes, the sour things too.”

(S support wake up event 2 if Alear wakes up soon)

We know he shares that he grows flowers even if Alear wakes up after the whole chat, but the fact he wants to know the good things and the sadder ones?? it’s just a sweet way of showing he cares about them.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk in which i derailed the topic 5000 times but i hope it helps! And if not.......... at least it shows i’m a little off the shits myself >:’D

[kae-karo]

Hey kae, just wanted to drop by to say I really love your fics! The characters always feel so in character, and I love the various ways you describe things. I was wondering if you had any general tips for writing for beginners? And any tips for writing characters that feel in character? Thank you so much, and have an amazing day!

AWE hi dear this is so sweet omg ????? 🥺🥺🥺 i'm so so glad u feel that way !!! this got long so uhhhhhh most of it'll be below the cut lmao

honestly i think my biggest overall writing tip (both for beginners and anyone, really lmao) is to follow inspiration and just write. write the scene you can't get out of your head, write the thing some song lyric inspired, write the silly situation or dialogue that some meme made you think of, write the heart-shattering angst that spilled out from a 'what if' scenario, just write anything that you're inspired to write. don't worry about the quality of it, just get it down somewhere

fr that's the most critical part of writing, so like. first and foremost, just write. i mean it's the most memed one too, like every other writing meme is abt blank gdocs and managing to get down three whole words and whatever, but like. that's the biggest hurdle tbh? everything else can come after

and in the after part is where u can focus on improving the """quality""" (quotes bc quality is subjective !!!!!!) honestly this is a twofold thing, cause honing both writing and editing skills takes time and that's okay, but as with a lot of creative crafts, it helps to seek out what you enjoy - the authors who write with metaphors you really like, or who describe scenes or characters or clothing or whatever it is in ways that really appeal to you, the ones who write the most interesting or fun or heart-wrenching dialogue, the ones with worldbuilding that feels so seamless or intriguing, the ones that know how to build suspense or craft a really compelling character/relationship arc, whatever it is, work on honing your senses to seek out those specific things in those fics! how are those authors doing it? what word choice or sentence structure or narrative closeness to or distance from the character's point of view gives the perspective you prefer? how are they foreshadowing, if at all? what methods are they using to create the emotions or feeling that you notice?

and honestly figuring a lot of that stuff out takes time and it takes reading!!! which like. probably as a writer you're doing anyway!!! but doing it with some focus and going from 'oh shit i loved that story' to 'oh shit i loved [these specific aspects of it]' to 'oh shit, this is the WAY they did those things i liked, maybe i can try them sometime' is really powerful when it comes to building your writing wheelhouse and shepherding it toward writing you personally enjoy. and i mean this very seriously, look for what you personally enjoy. not everyone is gonna appeal to you, and even some of the 'best' writers are not going to do things in ways that you personally like!!! please don't strive to write in ways you don't like just cause someone else thinks they're great!! there are some incredible writers out there that i just personally don't vibe with their writing style and i don't want to write like them!!! but that doesn't mean they're not good, it just means they aren't for me personally! (and on a side note, knowing what you dislike is also helpful and can point you away from writing tactics or methods that u don't enjoy)

i'll also add that what's probably tricky (as it is for a lot of creative endeavors) is the 'i'm not where i want to be yet' feeling - you know what you want, you know what you're going for, and you feel like your writing hasn't hit that point yet. and this is the hardest piece of advice to take and to do, but like. you gotta just write it anyway lmao. like you have to get comfortable with going 'this isn't what i want it to be yet but i'm going to write it and i'm going to be proud of what i've done even if it isn't perfect'. and maybe that includes posting if you're planning to post stuff !!!! post the stuff that isn't perfect !!!!! i'm so so serious about this btw like. get comfortable with writing stuff (and posting it) if it's not perfect. this is critical. it will never Be perfect but that's not the point the point is to have fun while you're doing it and work on guiding yourself toward writing you enjoy even more as you go

cause like (and this ties back to my point about seeking out things you enjoy while reading and analyzing how they're accomplished by other writers) the more you enjoy what you're doing, the better it will be. this is just. like. a genuine and sincere fact, if you are having a good time with it, it'll be fun to read. so aim for that feeling and you'll be in a good place, i promise

as for writing characters more 'in-character'! i'd say this has two key parts, the first half is just dipping a toe into their canon dialogue, canon experiences, interactions, etc. having a good general sense of their character can help pave the way for the 'in-character' feeling!! if it's helpful for you, it can be nice to put some thought into a brief summary of the character in question - i'll use kaeya as an example, i often focus on his tendency for keeping his cards close to his chest, the internal battle with honesty and revealing anything personal, and his outwardly carefree attitude as some key goalposts when i'm writing. and sometimes there are others that are more relevant to specific stories i'm working on, or some of the goalposts can change or be less significant to a story, but i generally aim for having a few key markers that allow me to set up the second half of the 'in-character'-ness

the second half then being motivation - basically, once i have my character staked out, i want to figure out how their motivation in this particular story fits within those goalposts. and sometimes it doesn't completely fit, or the goalposts it fits in are different from what i originally was considering! or there's some aspects that get a little less important based on the motivation in a specific story! but the key i think to really making a character feel 'in-character' is consistency - do their motivations make sense for how they're being portrayed? cause at the end of the day (and some people may feel slightly different about this but i think it's a good rule of thumb if 'in-character'-ness is a concern) there's never going to be a perfectly in-character character, right, like the whole point of fic is that you're putting them in New situations that didn't happen in canon lmao. but if you can convince me that the character, with their motivation influenced by these key goalposts of their characterization, would do or act or think a certain way, that is what truly makes a character feel 'in-character'

and the way this manifests would be something like, a couple really straightforward examples:

kaeya choosing to hide a wound from the knights because he doesn't want jean or lisa or anyone butting into his shadier interactions because they might get hurt, and he can handle himself (playing on his evident care for others in spite of his cool attitude, his typical carefree facade, and his desperate self-reliance)

kaeya threatening someone for scaring klee (leaning into his darker and possibly dangerous side as well as his protective nature, especially toward klee)

kaeya battling with some fallout of his khaenri'ahn ancestry coming to light (playing on his facade and its possible fragility, his uncertain relationship with his past/his family, and his history with diluc the night of their fight)

ANYWAY all of that to say that motivation based in key points of a characterization can be extremely effective in convincingly painting a character as 'in-character'

also in a broader sense, and depending on how 'close' to a character's perspective you want to be (i'll just add that i prefer to be as close to a character as possible, so if you're more a fan of writing omnisciently, this might not be as helpful!!) it helps to think about how a character might think or speak in a broader sense beyond just exact dialogue/etc?

like, a good extreme example would be zhongli - he tends to speak with a more archaic or formal vernacular, especially when compared to childe, for example. depending on the scenario, childe might use some more formal vocabulary (ie around the tsaritsa), but it doesn't seem as likely that his internal monologue would feel super formal

another extreme would be writing from a kid's pov! they aren't likely to use huge words or complex sentence structure (take a look at klee's canon dialogue from the event!) and their metaphors/analogies might be a little different from an adult's or a teen's

all of that really just helps put the cherry on top of a convincing characterization though! i personally don't find it particularly offputting to a characterization if the internal dialogue is a little different from what i personally would imagine or assume lmao

PHEW okay all of that said i will do my lil tl;dr which is:

WRITE oh my god write!!!! follow your inspiration and put words down somewhere!! do this as much as you feel inspired to do so!!! (and take breaks!!)

HAVE FUN do whatever u gotta do to make it an enjoyable time!

READ stuff from writers you enjoy, and practice picking out the things that seem to contribute to what you enjoy

BE CONVINCING with consistency between a character's motivations and the things you're painting as key parts of their characterization in a story. 'convincing' beats 'perfect' characterization every time i promise

HAVE FUN seriously i'm saying it twice cause it's so important if you're writing and it doesn't feel fun, take a step back and consider what about it would make it more fun. then do that instead!!

tyty for the ask dear and i hope this helps!! <3

[juniaships]

Buck Cluck Deserves the Hate

Or, how to make a kfc meal 😈😈😈😈

Nowadays when I think of Chicken Little I think of it as a failed attempt at emulating Shrek without actually bothering to look into what made Shrek so memorable. Is it because it had likable characters? A plot that satirizes fairytales yet at the same time takes itself seriously? Well crafted jokes?

Well if you're looking for that in Chicken Little...you won't get it!

But this post isn't to review the film itself, no, what I'm here to do is give a certain character a well-deserved roasting befitting a Sunday meal at KFC. Hating this guy has become something of an past-time; perhaps this comment which has now been reached to levels of legendary might ring a bell:

Yes. Tonight I'll be serving a steaming plate of chicken right from the virtual oven!

To start, Buck is the father of the titular character and a lazy one at that. In the beginning of tbr film he troes to appease a crowd of angry civilians after his son caused mass hysteria that nearly ruined their lives. While their reactions are realistic enough, it's rather vile to direct hate towards a child for the crome of...being a child. Children are dumb and naturally stuff lile this could be a great learning experience!

Learning? In this town? Not a chance!

One year later the Littles (or Clucks, shouldn't it be called Buck Little well that describes the size of his cock but anyways) the Little Cocks are now ostracized and Chicken being a social pariah. From Buck's expressions and words, we can see how embarrassed he is by the whole thing. But the thing is here buck they didn't make a movie about you they made a movie about your kid!

One boring scene after another and very soon Chicken joins a baseball team! Yay! Now he can go out there show everyon8e what's he made of and make his daddy proud!

Now here is things get weird: aome people defend - yes DEFEND - Buck using this scene. But it doesn't work on liege of too little too late. This dude had the entire movie to treat Chicken Little like somebody and waited until the last minute to bother with him. And his apology comes off rather fake. It was so satisfying seeing Chicken call him out on his crap!

The most infamous wiki page in the history of wiki pages.

The mere mention of thus pissbucket is enough to set off a horde of rightfully enraged fans. Now some do come to his defense citing his eventual turn around. But the fact it took an alien invasion and his own son calling him out to do so shows that Buck is simply ineffectual. He can't truly think for himself. That's why he always goes with the crowd. It's the easy choice even at the cost of his son's self esteem. And for what? Because Chicken didn't peak in middle school??

What a coward!!!

Anyways I have little else to say about this raging cock other than the fact he is one of the worse of not THE worse character to come out of the house of Mouse. The only happily ever after he deserves is being the main course at sunday dinner!

Anyways that's my Friday roast session. Got any suggestions on the next character i can pick apart? Send it in the ask box!!

[hyzenthlayroseart]

So earlier today I watched Saberspark's new Alpha and Omega video and was reminded how genuinely good the concept art was, which made me lament about what could've been. So I decided I wanted to redraw the characters myself.

I'm also gonna post this slight rewrite I thought of a while ago:

Kate and Humphrey were inseparable best friends as pups, but one day when they were beginning to reach adolescence, it was time for them to part ways and go to their respective schools; Humphrey went to Omega School, where he was taught all about the fine art of comedy and the different genres of comedy, while Kate went to Alpha School, where she would learn how to hunt and fight and become a strong leader. Humphrey was sad to leave Kate, but he knew they'd see each other again after graduating. 

Fast-forward to Spring, and Kate and Humphrey have each reached adulthood and have graduated at the top of their classes. Humphrey is excited to see Kate again, but when he finds her he discovers that she's no longer the carefree pup he grew up with. Not only had she grown strong and muscular, she was now 100% focused on her duty as future alpha and had no time for fun.

Now, that isn't to say Humphrey didn't take his job seriously. Quite the opposite. Even though some snooty wolves might look down on Omegas for just being the court jesters, Humphrey takes his job very seriously and is proud of his craft. He knows alphas have tough lives, and it's important to give them some humor in their lives and allow them to relax after a hard day. Humphrey loves putting smiles on even the most hard-hearted wolves.

What made Humphrey sad about Kate was that he was in love with her, and ever since their childhood, Humphrey's favorite thing to do was make Kate laugh. Now, it seemed Kate didn't even smile anymore. Whenever Humphrey tried to talk to her, she brushed him off told him she was busy. Humphrey had heard stories about how brutal alpha training could be, but it broke his heart to see Kate turn so cold.

Kate did have a good reason to be focused on her job, however. The pack was experiencing a huge famine, which lead to lots of tension with the Eastern Pack. The leaders of both respective packs were old rivals; Kate's father Winston was very stern but still a kind and just leader and a good father. Tony, the leader of the Eastern Pack, was the more vicious of the two, and he had the scars to show it. Although he was getting on in age, he had a reputation as being the most ruthless fighter in the entire valley, making him someone not to be messed with. With both packs suffering due to the famine, the two old rivals had decided on a deal; Winston's eldest daughter Kate would marry Tony's only son Garth, and the two packs would finally be united as one. Kate is shocked by the news, but she knows this is for the good of the pack, and agrees.

Now onto Garth.

On the outside, Garth looks like the perfect alpha. He's strong, good-looking and considered a heartthrob among wolves. He constantly gives off an air of confidence, but on the inside he's actually insecure. His father isn't the most loving of fathers, and throughout Garth's childhood Tony focused more on training him to be a powerful future alpha than he did actually raising him as a son. Even before Garth entered Alpha School, Tony trained him constantly, leaving no time for young Garth to socialize with the other pups.  Garth knew his father's reputation as the most powerful fighter of all the packs, and he knew he had a lot to live up to, so even from a young age he was devoted to making himself the alpha his father wanted him to be. Garth did grow up to be a strong fighter and skilled hunter like his father wanted, but there was still something Garth was ashamed of. His howl.

In this wolf society, howling is an important part of wolf courtship. If a wolf can't howl, they'll fail to attract a mate, and are seen as embarrassments (side note, one of my favorite things in the movie is that from the wolves point of view, howling sounds like singers harmonizing together. I thought that was really clever). Garth had a terrible howl, but kept this a secret from his father, because he knew if he failed to attract a mate and produce offspring, his father would disown him.

The next night when Kate meets Garth for the first time, she's impressed when she lays eyes on him and notices his strong build. When they talk, things hit off well. When Garth howls for her, however, she is repulsed. She tries to hide her repulsion by excusing herself as politely as she can, and she runs off. There she meets Humphrey, who tries cheering her up, but Kate snaps at him. Unbeknownst to them, two rangers are about to tranquilize them for relocation. 

The next morning, Kate and Humphrey wake up in crates, and when they're released they find themselves in an unfamiliar territory. Humphrey decides they should find someone who can explain where they are, and he spots a goose and a duck (yes, they're still here, but in this version they actually are funny and likeable characters unlike the annoying characters in the movie. And they don't golf because that's stupid). Kate scoffs at Humphrey's idea to talk to birds, but the two of them turn out to be very helpful. They explain to Kate and Humphrey that the rangers relocated them to Idaho to repopulate, and the two wolves are shocked. The birds agree to help them get home, and the adventure starts.

Along the way, Humphrey tries cheering up Kate, but she ignores him and remains focused on the mission. One night, Kate finally snaps at Humphrey and tells him there's more to life than laughing and playing all day, and tells him to grow up. To her shock, Humphrey snaps back at her, explaining why his job is important for the pack, and how his role is just as important to the pack as any other role, even if he doesn't fight or hunt.

After that, Kate regrets snapping at Humphrey, and starts to lighten up. Slowly but surely, Humphrey reminds her what it's like to have fun, and the of them grow to respect each other's roles in the pack, no matter the differences. Kate eventually opens up to him about how much stress she's under to constantly worry about being the alpha her parents want her to be and the expectations of ruling an entire pack, and she admits that being with Humphrey these past few days helped her relieve her stress, and she thanks him.

Meanwhile back at home, Tony is outraged by Kate's disappearance and threatens war with the Western Pack. Winston pleads with Tony to give them until the next full moon to find Kate, and after much harsh convincing, Tony agrees. In the meantime, Garth meets Kate's younger sister, Lilly.

Unlike her sister, Lilly was an omega. She was born a runt and was clumsy since puphood, making her unsuitable for a hunter and fighter. Even though Lilly was loved by her parents, it was obvious to her that Kate was their favorite. At first, Lilly wished she could have been born strong so she could be an alpha like her sister, but then she later decided that if she couldn't make her parents proud as an alpha like her sister, she would embrace her role in the pack and make her parents proud as an omega. From that moment on, young Lilly became dedicated to becoming the best omega she could be.

Kate and Lilly were very close as pups, but once Kate grew into adulthood, she started to see her younger sister as an embarrassment, and distanced herself away from her. This obviously broke Lilly's heart, and made her once again come to resent her role in the pack. Lilly had always been shy and therefore had trouble making friends, and after being ignored by her sister and only friend, she became a loner in the pack, constantly moping by herself.

When Garth first saw Lilly, he was amazed by how beautiful she was. When he went to talk to her, she reacted in surprise that someone as strong and handsome as Garth took notice of her. The two start hanging out together, and they each admit their insecurities to each other. When Garth bashfully tells her about his howl, she decides to teach him how to improve it. With her help, Garth is able to change his howl into a howl so beautiful that Lilly falls in love as soon as she hears it.

Lilly also admits to Garth how she's come to resent her role in the pack, but Garth tells her how he wishes he could have had omega friends when he was a child due to his harsh upbringing. Lilly decides to use her knowledge from Omega School to have fun with Garth and make him laugh. Garth is finally truly happy for the first time in his life, and this makes Lilly realize just how important being an Omega truly is. 

At the same time Garth and Lilly have their romantic howling scene, Kate and Humphrey have theirs as well like in the movie. Kate hears Humphrey howl, and is instantly smitten by his voice. She howls with him, and realizes she's fallen in love with him.

So like in the movie they get back to their pack, Kate and Garth are about to get married but end up confessing their loves to their omega sweethearts, a min war breaks out but then all is well and everyone's free to marry whoever they want.

Those three pups are Kate and Humphrey's. In this universe they're cute and loveable instead of hideous little brats.

[onewomancitadel]

Aside from Skimming Eye, which of your works do you like the most/are you most proud of?

My favorite is literally all of them, obviously

Hi Lar (: thank you for your ask... and thank you for liking my fic T_T T_T T_T

I stress to add a caveat to this post that I have an extremely low opinion of myself and my fanfic, so I don't want this post to come off like bragging, and I'm usually mentally prepared for people to tell me my fanfic sucks these days, so overall talking about my fanfic in any positive way makes me feel really scared. I was really excited about Chapter 14 of The Distance Which Fools the Skimming Eye when I posted... and well, it didn't quite turn out the way I expected in reception.

If I'm taking that out of it though, and thinking purely from a craft perspective - which is much easier for me - I try to treat whatever I'm writing with a certain level of seriousness and at least try to make it a little clever and thematically driven. In some instances with prompts I deliberately went out of my way to make the prompt more interesting than first glance, but I find now I have too many fic ideas I'm working on to take prompts and I'm more 'free' with what I'm writing now.

So from a perspective like that, it's hard to choose favourites, because I know why I did certain things here and there and I enjoyed writing all of them, and nearly all of those fics are directly catering to my tastes, my own expectations, and the things I like playing with. If it's not clear, I don't write for popularity or other people. XD

On the other hand, Chapter 2 of Golden-faced is one of the few fics I've gone back and reread because it gave me heart-pain, you know when a fic gets you in the tummy and the chest, it does that to me and I don't know how, I think it's because I ran so concretely with the Wound of Love there lol, and the pacing is very much to how I like it, and the general Jaune-and-Cinderness.

The One Known by Many Names is also the one I really like because of the set-up and reversal and what I had in my head very specifically for the fic with the background I mentally established, and the Hades and Persephone flavour that's there, which is basically ummmm one of my favourite things ever when done correctly (when not done correctly, bane of my existence).

But I think recently Bunny Heart was a fic I verrrrrry much enjoyed writing because it was really... idficcy... like really appealing to the id of my favourite tropes, which I also attempted to ground thematically, so it made sense. The thing that really drives me mad about the conceivable Jaune/Cinder dynamic in particular is that a lot of stuff which seems too contrived, or doesn't make sense, or is too tropey, etc., just works so naturally with them - the way I write them is not the way I would other pairings, if that makes sense, it's very much specifically them. Like a tag on Home of No Hearth is 'Scheming characters means tropes happen on their own' just because that's basically it. Of course Cinder's going to be a possessive, sentimental freak holding onto Jaune's hoodie and be REALLY weird about it, she steals what she can and holds onto it for dear life lol, and if it so happens it's a metaphor for his heart or theirs...

It means that I can play with all the things I know are basically like brain candy and probably bad for me in the long run because I get chest pains writing about them and I get all of my favourite tropes I'm supposedly too mature for and actually romance should be boring and very cynical. Well how about NO I'm going to do WHATEVER I WANT!!! And it's going to make sense and be in character!!!!

The posts I made recently about Jaune and Cinder making sense together/being partners/being there for each other after they've been alone throughout the story is a persistent thing I enjoy playing with and I love the idea of them being extremely weird and intense about each other in a non-unhealthy way and I love writing all of that. I want my weird OTT romance and I want it now and I want romance without compromise. So that's the stuff I enjoy writing and getting to play with in particular. You can see for all of the serious intent with The Distance Which Fools the Skimming Eye the emotional core of it is one hundred percent that - it really is romance and compassion at any cost whatsoever, the steepest price with an uncompromising, priceless boon.

When I take my personal feelings out of it, it's much easier to talk about, as you can see.

But I like all of the fics I've posted and the ones I haven't posted. Part of what's difficult is that I can see my entire mental plan for what I intend to write and how the oneshots, multichapters etc. look like in that scheme, and I know how they all fit in together. I am intentionally writing and publishing things in a certain order. But it's difficult in the sense that, I suppose some people don't like oneshots for whatever reason, but I enjoy those to write as mental chewing gum, and because I want to see oneshots for Jaune/Cinder the way I write them, and because I'm working on bigger things beyond even The Distance Which Fools the Skimming Eye so I need to pace myself and take refreshers, and because I know how everything fits together in my head, if that makes sense. Dance of the Fall Maiden doesn't seem terribly popular, but I very much liked it at the time, and I've decided I'm expanding it into a longer story, so even things that aren't my topmost favourite - in the sense I feel vague embarrassment about that one - still contain interesting things to explore.

When I take out the personal feelings, writing fanfic brings me a lot of joy. I only hope other people can find that same joy...

Although my secret favourite which I still think about and makes me happy is The Wingspan of a Dream because I love the title and what it means thematically, I love Cinder in that story, I love the idea of Jaune and Cinder interacting in V6 - which yes, I have plans lol - and I love the tension of that entire scene and how I wrote it, but I can definitely see how it doesn't offer the same payoff as other fics I've published. I learnt a lot from it though and I realised I could actually write whatever I want with the ideas I enjoy exploring, prophecy and monsters and pain and joy, and that was really really helpful to me in continuing to open myself up.

So I've learnt a lot from posting other fic aside from The Distance Which Fools the Skimming Eye, which help remind me to continue doing what I'm doing and catering to my deepest, darkest, most sentimental and romantic desires. XD

Thank you for your ask. <3 <3 <3 <3 Hope I don't come across as whiny lol.

[erenoir]

i kissed the teacher

“your daughter is wonderful in class, now i can see where she gets it from.”

💿 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚊

❥ what appears to be an innocent crush on your daughter’s new teacher seems to blossom into something a little less kid-friendly.

❥ warnings: 18+ dark content, dom!levi, sub!reader, age gap [early twenties-mid thirties,] rough sex, unprotected sex, mommy kink, dacryphilia, dubcon, degradation, dumbification, breeding, titty fucking, fingering, creampie, light bondage, name-calling, male masturbation, squirting, choking, spitting, slapping, spanking, nsfw, MDNI

❥ featuring: kindergarten teacher!levi x single mom!reader

❥ word count: 6.4k

❥ a/n: i think i am out of breath after writing this . this might be the smuttiest little thing i’ve done. thank you to bb @erenslittlestepsister for beta reading this for me!

What a crazy day

When I kissed the teacher

All my sense had flown away

When I kissed the teacher

—

Running down the corridors of your daughter’s elementary school with her tiny hand in yours, you dragged her small figure from hallway to hallway, desperately trying to search for her classroom.

“Honey, are you sure you don’t remember which one it is?”

“Yeah mommy! It's the door that has a window on it! Mr. Levi makes silly faces at us th-through it when the hall mom-moni-monitator takes us to lunch!” Your daughter beamed up at you, gushing over her new teacher for the umpteenth time today.

She came stumbling off the bus and into your arms earlier this afternoon, flailing the craft she had made in his class in your face, clearly proud of the construction paper heart with all of her favorite things drawn on the inside.

“Mommy! I can't wait for you to meet Mr. Levi! He’s the bestest!” She oozed as you pinched her cheeks, swinging her up into your arms and taking her inside the house.

Your daughter was sitting at the kitchen island, swinging her legs off the seat while she ate her leftover macaroni and cheese from lunch. You sat across from her with your head buried in your computer, frantically trying to get this email blast out to your clients before your boss’ deadline.

“M-mommy?” Your little girl mumbled with a mouthful of cheesy pasta.

“M’hm?” You responded absentmindedly, eyes not leaving your screen.

“Mr. Levi says I'm the best drawer in class!”

“Oh yeah love?”

“Yup! He draws big A’s on my crafts…”

You chuckled softly to yourself, your daughter did have quite the imagination, you weren’t surprised by her story, though told in the sweetest broken speech and mispronunciations.

“Is that right baby? You know mommy has a parent-teacher conference tonight right? I'm gonna meet Mr. Levi…” You gave her a teasing side-eye, insinuating that she better not be lying to you, and that she was actually, in fact, a wonderful student.

Your mini you squeals enthusiastically, squirming in her seat, fragments of mac and cheese sticking to her plump cheeks. Her little hands come together as she claps quickly, “I know mommy! Mr. Levi is very nice!”

“Yeah? I hope so. We’re leaving soon okay?”

3A, 3C, 3E…

You mentally read through the number-letter combinations on the doors, eyes scanning the rows of mahogany for the number of the room you finally got from one of the janitors. 3H… 3H… 3H… here we go. You turned to look at your daughter playing with her feet as she stared intently at the floor.

“Okay baby, be good now okay? We’re already freaking late…” You mentally cursed yourself for not accounting for the traffic that there would be while you tried to find parking at the school. You made a feeble attempt at trying to fix yourself before walking in, you were already a young mother, so being taken seriously was not something that came easily for you. But you quickly brushing through your hair with your fingers and tucking in your shirt was helpless. You looked a disheveled mess from doing your makeup haphazardly in traffic and then running through the entire school with a six year old, now a sweaty mess. Fuck this, you rolled your eyes, if he can’t take you seriously then he’ll just be another elderly man that laughed in your face when you told them your age. Your clammy hand twisted the brassy doorknob to classroom 3H, stumbling in with your daughter trailing behind you, clearly showing signs of annoyance as all of the parents and their kids already sat down passed judgmental stares in your direction. Your eyes searched the cramped classroom for the new teacher to give him an exasperated but apologetic smile.

“Hi! I-I’m so sorry we’re late! There was loads of tra… traffic…”

Holy shit… that was Mr. Levi?

Your eyes froze on his figure, widening when you realized that this was no “grumpy, old man,” like your daughter jokingly described. You hadn’t realized your mouth was agape, close to drooling, as you were brought back to reality by your daughter tugging on your hand.

“Excuse me? Miss. Y/L/N?”

You blinked your eyes quickly, trying to regain your composure after the less-than-professional entrance you made.

“I said it’s okay… it seems we don’t have any seats left… let me just grab two from the hallway…” Mr. Levi trailed off, jogging past you quickly while giving your daughter a small pat on the head, before he came back in the classroom with two folding chairs. He placed them right in front of his desk, not wanting to disturb the orderly rows of parents already filed neatly into the heart of the room. He waved his hand to the seats, gesturing for you two to sit down. You placed a hand on your daughters shoulder while you quietly usher yourselves into the plastic chairs, whispering silent “sorry’s” and “excuse me’s” to the parents who weren’t exactly pleased with you interrupting the conference.

“As I was saying…” Mr. Levi looked down at you with dark eyes, stern but soft as he held a sweet spot for your daughter, one of his favorites in class.

“My name is Levi Ackerman… your kids call me Mr. Levi, the staff calls me Mr. Ackerman, but you can just call me Levi…” He rubbed his hands together and licked his lips before continuing, grabbing a piece of chalk and writing his name down on the board.

“A-C-K-E-R-M-A-N… Ackerman,” he spelt out loud, underlining his last name with a squiggly line.

“I'm new to the school district… many of you won’t recognize me… so allow this to be my proper introduction…”

Your eyes followed his body like a hawk, my god he was fucking hot, you thought. He paced back and forth in front of you, lingering in his place when his back faced you. You took your bottom lip in between your teeth when you saw the way his slacks cupped around his ass perfectly, or the way his hair was parted, strands of raven hair framing his chiseled features hypnotically. Levi cleared his throat and squinted his eyes at you so only you could notice, as if he was casually putting you in your place, watching as your eyes quickly darted from the outline of his dick in his navy pants to his eyes, stern and disciplinary. Your face was brushed over with embarrassment, Levi smirked slightly as he turned around, facing to speak to the other side of the classroom now.

“I'm 36 years old… I just moved to the area a few months ago… settled in a nice apartment with my cat… any cat lovers out there?” He jokingly asked the parents, who were hanging onto his every word. Thank god, clearly you weren’t the only one completely entranced by this man’s aura.

“What's my cat's name you guys?” He asked his students, your daughter jumped up in her seat and raised her hand eagerly, begging him to pick on her.

“Yes, Y/D/N?”

“It’s Haaaange!” Your daughter drawled, trying her best to put the syllables together. You laughed quietly and rubbed the small of her back.

“Good job honey,” you whispered.

“Yes, a good job indeed,” Levi resounded, smiling at you softly caressing your daughter, trying to calm down her excited nature. Levi thought you were a beautiful little thing, a little disgruntled but, he craved a little chaos in his life, he loved to put disorganized things into their places. His smile deepened even more when he spotted the lonely ring finger on your left hand… not married? He wondered, perfect.

“I studied childhood education and psychology at the University of Marley, and finished my degree about 8 years ago… I believe the best way to learn is through repetition and positive discipline… Levi took note of the way you crossed your legs and squeezed your thighs together at the mention of his teaching techniques. Are we intrigued, little one? His mind raced at the thought of you responding so well to the slap of a ruler or a demerit star on your chart… submissive, are we?

“Now please don’t misconstrue my intentions… I only want the best for my students… I want them to grow and learn from their mistakes, not be ashamed of them! And I've seen massive improvement since their first day in September… I'm very proud of them.”

The kids' voices sang throughout the classroom, responding to the words of praise from their teacher.

“So tonight, I'll be meeting with each of you in the order that your kids are listed on my attendance sheet… the kids will be taken to the gym by a hall monitor to have some free play time while we discuss their progress in class! Does that sound good?”

Your daughter had been off playing with her friends in the gym for nearly an hour now, you were growing frustrated with her spot at the bottom of Levi's attendance sheet, guess they didn’t go in alphabetical order. You were the last parent of the night, anxiously bouncing your knee and clutching your purse to your chest as you fumbled around in the metal chair. “My god, this shit is taking long,” you mumbled under your breath, thinking the hallway was empty.

“Impatient, huh?” Levi's laugh came from behind you as you turned around in horror, “I'm sorry about the wait Miss. Y/L/N… come in, come in!”

“O-oh my god I’m so… shit, it’s a late night, you know? It’s nothing against you… how unprofessional of me…” You trailed off, not wanting to make eye contact with your daughter’s intimidatingly beautiful teacher. A wild thing is what you are, Levi groaned at his menacing thoughts, you need to be tamed.

Levi watched as you sauntered into the room, his fantasies consuming his brain, much too hard for him to concentrate on the spiel he was supposed to give you on your daughter… are you aware of how much you’re teasing me? You conniving little thing… did you purposefully choose the shirt with the buttons that could barely stay closed atop your breasts? You little whore you.

“So Y/D/N… she's an incredible kid… she picks up the material gracefully…”

Must you smile like that? All sweet and innocent, the minute you hear your daughter’s name? You’re a good little mommy aren’t you? Would you like another baby girl? Would you like it to be mine?

“…I mean… she’s great in class, all of the kids love her… she gets along with everyone, respects the rules and acknowledges her mistakes… which mind you, are never big ones…”

Fluttering your eyes to the sound of my voice are we? Do you put on a docile gaze for me? You want me to discipline you… I know you do… shall I discipline you with my cock or my ruler? Your choice.

“…She’s quite the little Picasso! Loves arts and crafts time… the sweetest little girl, really! I have no constructive criticism to offer you…”

Your heart warmed as he spoke so highly of your daughter, no wonder she adored him so much.

“Overall… your daughter is wonderful in class, now I can see where she gets it from…”

Waves of heat rushed your cheeks, as you hid behind your bangs and fumbled with your hands in your lap, sitting pretty under the intense glare of the man that sang nursery rhymes with your child on weekdays from 8 am to 2 pm.

My poor little baby, have I made you bashful? Don’t cower in front of me… I’d have to take you right here and fuck that bratty pout off your face if you continue to do so…

“…Does she pick up any personality traits from your husband?” Levi asked you strategically. He knew you weren’t married, but did you have a lover? What's one more roadblock he needed to get rid of before he could finally sink his throbbing length into your tight little cunt?

“Oh! I-I, um…” you nervously ran your fingers through your hair, adjusting yourself in your seat, “I don’t have a um… I'm not… I’m not married… Y/D/N’s dad isn’t around… I raised her on my own! Glad I'm doing something right...” You laughed, and god, was your laugh music to Levi's ears, singing down from the heavens itself. Now to discover what your moans sounded like, were they something of the devil’s creation?

Levi held his gaze on you in silence, watching the uncomfortable white noise of the air conditioning affect your nerves, as you squirmed on your chair in front of him.

“Something wrong, Miss. Y/L/N?” He toyed with you, his voice laced with innocence as he asked about your obvious flustered front.

“Y-yes… I'm fine! I always get a little embarrassed when I talk about my ex… i-it’s messy and… nothing to concern you with…”

He watched your body language intently as he prodded at your submissive exterior, breaking you down little by little until you were finally within his reach.

“What's there to be embarrassed about?”

His eyes remained stern, his voice blunt, and his position in his chair unwavering as his ankle laid over his knee.

“I-I just… I'm a young mom, you know? I’m only 21 and… people already look down on you because of that… then when I tell them that Y/D/N’s father isn’t around either… they just assume that I’m a terrible guardian to my daughter…” Levi's cock hardened beneath his pants when he heard you utter your age out of your pouty lips.

You must be inexperienced darling, do you need me to teach you a few things? I pray that you'll be able to keep up, for your poor pussy’s sake…

“Well… those that tread on you for doing what’s best for you and your daughter… are often the ones that have no idea what they’re doing themselves… trust me, Miss. Y/L/N… you’re a great mother…”

You drew your lip into your mouth as your stomach floated at his words, the way he called you a mother made your head all hazy and your cunt all tingly. You wanted Levi so badly, your body ached for his instruction.

“T-thank you… Mr. Ackerman… though I feel like you could teach me a few things about my daughter, she always comes home so happy from a day in your class!”

So you want to learn, you devilish little thing. Would you like me to teach you here? Or on my desk… or maybe in the teacher’s break room with the door unlocked… your pretty eyes glazed over with fear of who would catch you on your knees taking my cock as I fuck another baby into you?

“Please… call me Levi…”

“Levi…” his name came out of your mouth in a seductive whisper, Levi's arousal growing uncontrollable as he imagined your pretty lips chanting his name with every thrust into you.

“…Would you… like to learn a few things? Miss. Y/L/N?”

To an onlooker, you two were talking about your daughter. Levi Ackerman, kindergarten teacher, was simply going to give you a few pieces of knowledge about your little girl to you,Y/N Y/L/N, a public relations assistant. There was no harm in that, correct?

But between you and Levi, you both knew he wasn’t talking about your daughter. The growing arousal beneath your constraining clothes, the smell of sex in the air something so potent only to you two… you looked at him with just as much as desire as he did to you. Teach me something… please, your thoughts prodded at your brain, gone dumb under the intensity of his dominating stare.

“Y-yes, I would like to… to learn a few things… Levi…”

Levi rose from his chair devastatingly slow, placing his clipboard on the desk beside him. Your body tensed, not moving a muscle as he circled around you, walking to the door and locking it, pulling the blinds to the tiny window down so he could ensure your privacy. You felt his presence towering behind you as you sat forward in your chair, not daring enough to look at him. His cold hands pulled your hair out from underneath your cardigan, pushing it to one shoulder and exposing the sensitive skin of your neck to him.

“Stand up,” he whispered into your ear, tapping the small of your back twice, ushering you out of the comfort of your seat.

He leaned against the back wall of the classroom, watching you stare at him like a deer in headlights as you stood before him, unsure of what to do with yourself as you swung your arms at your side. He snickered, “Tch, your hollow brain hasn’t a clue what to do right now does it?”

You winced at his dull insult, eyes rolling as you scoffed at him, “So? I- I thought you said you were going to teach me something? So teach, that’s your job isn’t it?” You spat at him daringly, knees quivering as you awaited his response.

“Clothes. Off. Now,” he spewed, smacking the wall with his long ruler, the shrill sound of the metal measuring tool hitting the painted bricks made you jolt out of your faint moment of attempted dominance.

“Do you need me to help you? Or are you competent enough to unbutton your shirt yourself?” He teased you, dumbing you down and prepping you to be his perfect submissive princess.

You stuttered on your words as your clumsy hands pawed at the buttons of your shirt, undoing them one by one as Levi watched, ruler in hand, ready to rein you in whenever you strayed off the path of his instructions. His breath hitched in his chest when he saw the way your breasts nearly spilled out of your bra, the fabric holding on for dear life at the mercy of your soft tits.

“Shit, unzip the skirt.”

“I-I, I can’t reach the zipper Levi… Y/D/N helped me zip it up today…” you whimpered frantically, anxious of what he was going to do to you if you couldn’t get it off yourself.

“Oh poor you… figure it out. In my class we don’t avoid problems, you work through them until you can get it right… Skirt. Off. Now.” Your eyes widened at the way he ignored your cries completely, growing intensely nervous as you felt tears well in your eyes.

“L-Levi, I really don’t think I can…”

“Now!” He yelled, smacking his ruler inches away from where your hand propped itself up on the desk.

“Okay!” You bleated in fear, twisting and turning your body embarrassingly until the very tips of your index and middle fingers reached the tiny zipper of your pencil skirt.

“See? Don’t ask me for my help unless you absolutely cannot do what I ask of you…” Levi clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, shaking his head disapprovingly, “And don’t make me raise my voice again… don’t want to lose my job over a slut like you.”

His breath was hot on yours as he drew in closer to your bare body, “Be a good girl and hold this for me, would you?” You felt the cool metal of his ruler touch the palms of your outstretched hands. His hands gripped at your waist and pulled you up onto one of the students’ desks, you watched as Levi pulled his tie up over his neck and unknotted it.

“Open,” his fingers tightly pressed at the sides of your jaw, forcing you to open your mouth for him. You gasped as he pushed his tie into your mouth, pulling it around your neck and knotting it at the back of your head, “Make any loud noises and I stop, keep quiet and I let you cum. Those are the rules, should be simple for your insolent brain to comprehend.”

You felt tears threaten to roll down your face as Levi knelt down in front of you, lifting one of your legs up onto his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around the other one, pinning it in place. You looked down at him a disheveled mess, mascara beginning to smear under your eyes and your hair tangled around Levi’s tie. Your eyes crossed and you let out a muffled squeal as Levi licked a stripe up your core over the fabric of your panties. “L- Le-vi!” you mumbled desperately, feeling your saliva begin to pool underneath your tongue.

His nimble fingers pushed the soaked cotton to the side, “Is this what happens when a student is bad? You get aroused for me? So undeserving,” he smacked your pussy sharply with four fingers before running them up and down your folds, smearing the slick of your arousal all over your pulsing cunt.

“I’d fail you if your body wasn’t so compliant to my demands…” Your grip on the metal ruler tightened, a deep red indentation molding itself into your fragile palms as Levi plunged two fingers inside of your weeping cunt, pushing until his knuckles hit your mound, scissoring and swirling his fingers as you contracted around him. Your eyes crossed at the sensation of him pressing up into that familiar little rigid bud just inches into your hole, he hit it over and over again as your leg fastened around his shoulder instinctively pulled him in closer to you. You convulsed on the desk above him, stomach zealously panting up and down as you felt an unfamiliar arousal growing inside of you.

“Look at you, how can you not be ashamed of yourself? Letting your daughter’s kindergarten teacher whore you out in a locked classroom... “ He whispered against your cunt, moving his other hand to your clit, drawing vigorous circles into it as his fingers worked inside of you, not letting up on the spot that made your hips thrust into his hands, “...Such a desperate slut, it's sad… you know?” Levi asked you so casually, he was calm, cool, and collected, sharing an honest conversation with your upset cunt, ignoring you while you wailed above him like a baby.

“O-oh… oh my god… Le-vi… I’m cu-mming!” you hiccuped through your gagged mouth, words coming out wet as you pathetically tried to slurp up the spit that was dripping out of your mouth, a result of your lips being forcefully pried open for too long.

“What was that?” He asked your cunt this time, not you, never you, a student so desperate to please him and gain his approval would never receive his attention.

The unfamiliar feeling inside of you reached its boiling point, the kettle that brewed inside of you ready to pop. “Le-Levi!” You half-heartedly screamed through the silk fabric of his tie. Your thighs shook violently in his grasp as you felt yourself squirt, your liquids staining the fabric of Levi’s perfectly tailored baby blue button up. Your teary eyes looked down at his disapproving glare as he wiped his eyes with disgust.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve ruined my shirt, you filthy thing…” He pulled his fingers from inside of you and turned you around on the desk, grabbing your neck and pushing your hot cheeks down onto the cold maple top.

“Give me the fucking ruler…”

“N-no!” You begged, for you knew what would happen if you surrendered it to him, “Please!”

He brought you back up into his chest, choking you as he seethed into your ear, “If you don’t follow my instructions, I have no choice but to punish you.” Levi yanked the ruler out of your hands, examining the marks it left in your hands from you grasping it so hard.

“W-wait, please Levi… Please, I’ll be good! I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, please, please, please no!” You babbled mindlessly as you felt the cold whip of the ruler smack in your ass, you screamed as Levi pushed you back down into the desk. “One time for getting me dirty…” Lines of mascara stained your face as he brought the ruler down to your skin for a second time, “...and one for denying my orders.” You cried under his hold, thrashing like a fish out of water as he massaged the inflictions into your soft skin. He leaned down to mock you, “Are you gonna be good now? Hm, gonna be a good little mommy for me?” He swung your limp body up into his chest and carried you over to his desk, the strikes on your ass feeling hot against the cold wood. Levi pulls the gag out of your mouth, smirking as he watches you gasp for air, scooping saliva back into your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Y-yes Levi, I swear I’ll be good… I’ll be good for you, please,” you begged him.

“Please what?” His eyes searched for an answer in yours, but you were too deep into a fucked-out haze to even look at him. “Please what?” He growled, shaking your face with his hand, “Snap out of it and tell me what you want.”

“I- I want you to fuck me Levi.”

He landed a harsh blow to your cheek, “You what?”

“I said… I want you to fuck me Levi...” you moaned delirious and out of breath.

He holds your neck in his hands as your head bobbed around, nearly unconscious from how much he’s thrown you around, “You want me to fuck another baby into you? Give Y/D/N a little sister?” You lazily nodded your head, a devious grin forming on your face as you pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth, beginning to submit to the role of Levi’s fucked-dumb subordinate. He smacked you a second time, eyes filled with lust as he watched your face jerk to the side, hair falling over your rebellious glare, “Then wake the fuck up and watch me undress.”

So you did, your body weakened from the orgasm he gave you minutes ago, you kept your tired eyes on Levi, feeling your arousal build inside you again as he unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving yours. Every time you seemed to doze off, Levi would bring a hand to your cheek, and utter a demanding “Look at me.” Your eyes lusted after the painfully big erection that hid just underneath his briefs, your cheeks sore from his hand hitting your face relentlessly.

“Your eyes. On me. Now,” Levi demanded, sitting you down into his office chair.

He inched in close to your face as he leaned on top of you, his hands bracing themselves on the arms of the chair, “Don’t touch me. Don’t Beg. Just watch.”

Levi peeled his briefs down, your cunt leaking at the sight of his erection slapping up onto his abdomen. Levi brought his groin closer to your face, the cool lighting of the classroom reflecting off the pre-cum that leaked out of his tip. “Spit on it,” Levi ordered as he pushed your head to his cock. You looked up at him with innocent eyes as you let a glob of saliva trail out of your lips onto his length, “That’s it… what a good mama you’re being for me.”

His hands began to stroke his length at a steady pace as he backed up into the chalkboard, putting himself on display for you. “Don’t touch yourself,” he snapped, catching you trail a sneaky hand down to your needy heat. You nodded slowly as you watched Levi’s stomach contract, abs shivering at the touch of his hand, “Fuck…” he drawled, opening his eyes to get himself off to the sight of you aroused before him, a good mother waiting to be bred by his aching cock.

“Take your bra off,” he whined, hand still working at his throbbing length. His eyes went dark as you freed your nipples from the tight fabric, breasts bouncing as you pulled your bra around your torso. “Lean back,” he walked up to you in his swivel chair and placed a knee between your thighs, right up against your aching cunt. “Hold your tits for me,” he demanded, watching your shaky hands grasp your heavy breasts in either hand. Levi leaned down and placed his cock in between them, putting his hands over yours and squeezing your breasts tight around his throbbing erection, “Look at me… hold them right there.” Your head lolled back as Levi began to move his cock in and out of your breasts, panting with every thrust up into the soft tissue of your tits.

“Fuck… Levi!” You cried, beginning to move your cunt against his knee. “You like this don’t you, you filthy thing? You like milking my cock with your tits like a good mother would, huh?” Levi smirked down at the look of pleasure on your face, euphoric as you moved your chest up and down against him.

Your eyes crossed at his words, thrusting your breasts around him harder, “Y-yes Levi… fuck, gimme your cum baby… fucking cum on my tits Levi!” Levi’s moans were guttural, crying out with every fuck up into you, you could tell he was close from the way his hands desperately grabbed at your hair, trying to find some balance.

“Fucking cum for me Levi… cum for mommy… give it to me, fuck!” Levi smirked as you played into his little role he’s created for you, the sound of you begging for his cum on your chest sent him over the edge, white hot ropes lacing across your breasts and in your mouth as you stuck your tongue out desperately for him.

“Shit baby… fuck, get up.”

Levi pulled your body up out of his chair and leaned you over onto his desk, aching to feel you wrapped around him. He pulled your panties down to your ankles and ran his cock up and down between your ass, teasing the entrance to your cunt every so often.

“Tell me what you want,” he teased, sinking his heavy chest onto your back as he wrapped an arm around your neck, the weight of his body on top of yours squishing you flat against the table, “Beg for it you fucking cumslut.”

“Oh! Fuck Levi… please, just fuck me okay?” You gasped for air.

“Tch, you can do better,” he coaxed you into submission while his hand squeezed around your neck, the light asphyxiation making your eyes roll back and your tongue loll out of your mouth.

“Shit… god, okay okay! Fuck me Levi… fuck me so good that I walk out of here with another baby, I wanna feel you inside of me, leaking out of my worthless cunt, I wanna be your-

“Enough… don’t embarrass yourself,” he smacks your cheek lightly, before swiveling your head around so your mess of a face can meet his, for the first time tonight it felt like Levi would kiss you. His pressed his lips into yours and spoke, “‘M gonna fuck you so damn good… gonna put a baby right… here.” he growled as he prodded at the fat of your stomach. You two grinded your hips synchronously, swirling around in tiny circles together as Levi pressed his body into yours and rubbed his face into the side of your neck.

“Ngh.. Levi, now... please…”  You reached behind you to palm at his cock before his gentle facade snapped and twisted your arm into your back, “You don’t touch me,” he snarled, lining the tip of his cock up to your folds, playfully drawing shapes into your pussy. Levi inched himself inside of you, watching the way your body shuddered, begging him to move faster. Your face contorted in pain at the positioning of your arm before Levi grabbed hold of it and used it as anchor to start fucking into you. He started slow, savoring every second of you clenching around him, feeling your gummy walls contract and twist at the feel of his cock.

“Fuck… Levi, god…” Your body shuddered at the feeling of him inside of you, he snickered into your back as his thrusts grew faster, “Sweet of you to call me by both names but… I- prefer Levi…” he mocked you as he felt you tighten around him.

The classroom filled with a chorus of your moans, skin slapping skin, your eyebrows furrowed as it sunk in... you were being fucked by your daughter’s kindergarten teacher. A poster that read, “Reach for the stars Class 3H!” taunted you as you crossed your eyes in pleasure at the feeling that Mr. Ackerman was giving you. The mug that read “World’s best teacher,” wiggled on top of his desk as he thrusted into you, the sound of the ceramic jolting around on the hard surface echoed in your ears.

“Fuck… feels so good…” your voice strained, trying to take your mind off the fact that just feet away from you lay the “storytime” carpet your daughter spoke about, with a little city on it, tiny roads and cars decorating the coarse fabric.

“What? You finally fucking realize how dirty you are?” Levi said with a twisted sense of amusement as he watched your watery eyes scan the classroom.

“M’hm Levi… fuck, I’m such a dirty baby- oh!” Levi’s thrusts turned rigorous, the dirty words that slipped out of your mouth flipping a switch inside of him that turned him ravenous.

He grabs your neck and arches your back into his chest while pinning both of your arms behind you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Levi, Levi, please baby…  fu-ck!”  You rambled, barely intelligible, a fucked-out mess as Levi sped up inside of you, searching for his high.

Levi pinned you down as you squealed and thrashed, pushing you into his desk while he fucks his cum into you, “Fuck mommy, t-take it, take my fucking cum, fu-ck, shit!” He grunted, snapping his hips into yours, ramming into you repeatedly, waiting a few seconds inside of your plush cunt after every thrust, swirling his cock against your cervix to make sure every last drop of cum stayed inside of you.

“Shit… yes Levi… gimme a fucking baby… Yeah? You’re gonna gimme another fucking baby? Oh god!” You smack your palm against the table over and over, drawing blood as you bit into your lips to control the guttural orgasm you were having, whining like a little baby.

“Breathe,” Levi ushered, slapping a hand across your ass to wake you out of your euphoric trance. You gasped for air as you whimpered underneath him, “Oh my god… Mr. Ackerman… that was…”

“Tch, don’t call me that unless you want me to take you again against the window,” Levi was moving slowly in and out of you, coaxing you down from your intense high. “Such a good mommy for me,” he whispered as he massaged his hands into your asscheeks, pulling and kneading the soft skin while he fucked into you slowly. He ran his fingers through your hair before grasping it to pull you up from the desk.

“Dress yourself,” he mumbled, as he began to pull his briefs and trousers up his legs. You sat on his desk in a post- orgasmic haze, unable to process anything other than the fact that you wanted Levi’s cock inside of you again.

“Are you gonna spank me with the ruler if I don’t?” You teased, Levi groaned as he watched you spread your legs out on his desk to watch his cum slip out of your pussy, you pushed it out in waves of white.

“Shit… just fucking get dressed,” he was flustered watching you sit pretty on his desk, seeing what you looked like after he had finished with you, red marks all over your body and lashes from his ruler embedded into your skin.

“How many mothers have you fucked Mr. Ackerman?” you asked boldly as you pulled on your bra. He darted his gaze to you and squinted his eyes, silently telling you to back off.

“That’s enough Miss. Y/L/N,” he responded sternly, switching back into his teacher persona gracefully. You scoffed, so that’s the way it is then.

He walked you out of his classroom with his hand on the small of your back, back to old Mr. Ackerman, giving you a watchful glare as the hall monitor walked your daughter down the empty hallway to the classroom. Levi pinched your side as he whispered under his breath, “We never speak of this Miss. Y/L/N— Hi Y/D/N! Had fun at the gym?” He asked your daughter sweetly, changing his tone of voice as he ruffled her hair.

“Yeah Mr. Levi! Did you tell mommy that I’m good?”

Levi’s eyes bunched up as he smiled down at your little girl, he leaned down to her eye level and tapped a finger on her nose, making her squeal.

“Yes, I told mo- Miss. Y/L/N all about how good you are! Okay?” He quirked his head to the right as he beamed at your daughter.

“See mommy! I’m good!” She exuded as she wrapped her arms around Levi’s neck, tangling her fingers in his raven hair. You couldn’t lie, your heart flipped at the way he hugged her back, lifting her up and swinging her around.

“I’m proud of you baby, Mr. Levi said so many good things about you!” You gushed to your daughter, taking her hand in yours.

“I'll see you in class tomorrow, okay Y/D/N?” Levi said his goodbyes to you, watching you pull your daughter down the hallway. You tried awfully hard to put yourself back together, but Levi smirked at the way your hair stood up one side, or how your skirt rode up your ass, the raps from his ruler still scarred your palms.

“M’hm! Buh-bye Mr. Levi!” your daughter looked behind you and waved her hand back to her teacher, skipping down the hallway. You shuffled to get your car keys out of your bag, and watched the letters on the doors dwindle down as you made it to the exit at the end of the hallway.

“Nice meeting you, Miss. Y/L/N…”

You turned around, looking at him one last time, both of you giving each other knowing glares as two devious smirks spread across your cheeks.

“Yes… nice meeting your Mr. Acker- Levi.”

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[the-nysh]

Which female characters in one punch man are your favorite and why?

The selection is limited, but I've definitely noticed & appreciated the extra effort ONE's put into writing his female characters lately - both in adding more variety with his newer designs (including the wc) and working on fleshing out + humanizing the established ones he already has. All of that is a great plus. (Cause too often in fiction, female chars generally tend to fall flat when they're portrayed as distant or cookie-cutter 'idealized images' of what the -often male- writers perceive them to be, rather than allowing them to actually be relatable flawed people who have the same organic range of aspirations, interpersonal problems, and emotional depth as the males.) Ahem, so I'll admit that early on, none of opm's few women (when we literally only had 2) struck my fancy on what I find appealing/relatable in a character. But that has been steadily changing as ONE's acknowledged where he felt his writing's been lacking and has deliberately chosen to put more work & observation into developing them (ie ever since challenging himself to write Tome as the pov char in REIGEN, I've seen much stronger results even in opm), which I'm very grateful for!

So I'd say the one who's benefited the most from ONE's extra attention so far has been manga Tatsumaki. Whom I can like so much more now compared to her (cold, distant, antagonistic) wc counterpart. Mainly because we've been able to see the full context behind her motivations and what personally drives her feelings, allowing us to sympathize with her dilemma from her perspective. (My favorite panel sequence of injured Tatsu walking away from Fubuki is deliciously bittersweet capturing that sense of familial fondness and sad resignation. Much pain, much angst.) We can feel the extent of how much she takes upon herself (and know why she does so) as both a hero & sister to fiercely protect with a type of love & duty that is both simultaneously noble yet also harmful to herself & others. Like a double-edged sword. Oh how fascinatingly (and tragically) lovely. :') She also gains the Garou parallels in spades (for more flavor) and has been carrying the current arc hard with her specialized abilities. Demonstrating precisely why she's the awesome, active pinnacle of S Class without Blast. Very impressive. Her gremlin form is that extra entertaining cherry on top too. Overall, when it comes to one of opm’s most well-rounded, fully-realized female characters, who’s only gained more enjoyment & appreciation from me over time, I think manga Tatsumaki currently wins this.

...But this could still change! Because I’ve been very proud of wc Fubuki‘s growth already, that I’m still eagerly waiting to witness manga Fubuki gain her equivalent screentime to shine just like Tatsumaki has. (She’s getting very close now, perhaps once she confronts Psykos again.) So at the moment, I still prefer wc Fubuki a little more over her manga counterpart (also the way Murata draws/portrays her as his idealized woman often doesn’t speak/appeal to me when it borders on the unreal. Early Fubuki I also found unrelatable...and fyi even my mother disapproved of her early mindset too.) But it’s in the moments where Fubuki asserts herself vs her sister to grow into a stronger person/hero is what I'm most looking forward to see. Cause we’ve already begun to see shades of that as she improves & steps into her role as a caring -not domineering, and worthy, supportive leader:

That’a girl! :’) But speaking of more good girls, I very much like what we’ve seen from wc Suiko. Who, as one of ONE’s newest creations, probably feels the most ‘real’ to me as a female character in a naturally relatable way. Very good! I enjoy how she’s allowed to be ambitious, disciplined in her craft, prideful & spunky in attitude, yet also feels indignant when others don’t take her worth -compared to her brother- seriously (whoaa how many girls can relate to that), as she introduces a new type of martial arts we hadn’t seen before (drunken fist technique, so she has the potential to claim her fighting niche), and still understandably cries in frustration when she gets in over her head. :’) That, plus the way she still cares for her brother Suiryu, yet challenges & teases him with classic sibling banter is a delight. All this makes for a very refreshing package of a character already, which I can’t wait to see more of (heck, even Murata’s manga couldn’t wait to squeeze in an early cameo of her!)

Runner ups would probably be wc Webigaza and manga Mizuki, who again are great for bringing the extra variety to opm's heroine roster, but I'd love to see more content from them as well. (Which I'm guessing will be more imminent with Webigaza given her relevance tied to the cyborg plot.) Because the more ONE writes them (and of his female chars in general), the better they’ll get~

[gyuphorias]

babe you’re literally so good at writing dialogue like i have to praise you for it every time, especially in your longer works. every conversation just runs smoothly and is really memorable ?? like even in deans list and laundry day—some of the most memorable parts (besides the smut ofc) is the dialogue and how the conversations just flow smoothly and feel natural. like idk how to describe it but i can feel the words?? it sounds odd but you know how when something really speaks to you or whatever that it sends little shocks throughout your body? that’s what i get when i read your writing !!!!

i’ve always been nervous about writing dialogue, never felt any good at it. description just felt better to me because there’s so much to describe: from the atmosphere to the way a person looks or feels about something in relation to the piece, etc. and you’re just so good at both ??? like it’s so inspiring and honestly makes me want to try and improve my dialogue skills which is something i see as a weakness in my writing.

anyways, this is just me once again telling you how good of a writer you are—from short little one off thoughts to large bodies of work. very sagittarian (literally probably not a word) of you, if i do say so myself.

i think i'll die some day thinking about this message actually! i know exactly what you mean when you talk about feeling the words and getting shivers, and the fact that you get that with my writing? i might just seriously burst into tears right now!

in all honesty, i really do not mean to keep bringing up how long i've been writing fanfiction, but it's kind of hard not to because it's so integral to explaining why and how i write the way that i do. i'm 21 now, i started writing fanfic when i was 9 or 10. i mean, fanfic has been a big part of me for literally over half of my life at this point. i remember writing really shitty fanfic about the hunger games and harry potter that nobody ever read except for me and being so proud of it because i'd worked so hard on it.

so when i transitioned into writing on tumblr at 13 years old (my account from back then is still on this hellsite bc i never got rid of it oh my god end me), i started taking it pretty seriously as a hobby. i wanted my writing to be good. i wanted people to enjoy reading it the way i enjoyed writing it. i mean, i worked so fucking hard at trying to make my dialogue and description skills good. i was putting out a fic literally every single day of the week just because i wanted to practice that badly.

and i'm definitely really proud of where my skills are at now. i go back to read things i wrote almost 10 years ago and sure, i cringe a little, but i have to remind myself that i was learning and crafting a skill that people work so hard to be good at. but i'm also still learning and trying new writing styles and all kinds of stuff. i have things that i want to get better at and i'll have some growing pains trying to get better at those things, but ultimately, it's always going to be worth it.

anyways, this is me telling you that i'm seriously so glad that i found you, decided to become an anon, and then promptly made my own blog to post fic on. you singlehandedly inspired me to start writing and gave me so much confidence when it came to my ability to write smut. i really think i get better at writing every day because of you and so many of our other friends. ilysm dreamie i'm going to reread this ask for the rest of my life <3<3