#you may notice the way i write endings is rather similar each time

[feeder86]

Feeder 86: The Top Ten

Can you believe that the Feeder86 ‘Orginal Gainer Stories’ blog will soon be posting the two hundredth story? I thought of many ways to celebrate. But then I stopped and realised that I would probably be best using the time to address one of the questions I get asked about most frequently. Which of the stories do I personally like the most?

This was not an easy list to make as I very rarely go back to re-read my own work after I have finished editing and posting them. This is not because I do not like them, but because I always see bits that I want to change. Nevertheless, this project was the perfect opportunity to revisit a few oldies that I remember being very proud of at the time. 

Hopefully you will see this list for what it is: a glimpse into how I write, my motivations and drive; rather than just a self indulgent pat on the back for myself. Yuck!

So, with that being said, let us begin...

#10 The Feeders’ Formula: This tale certainly had to be placed into the list. After all, it is the one that kicked off ‘Original Gainer Stories’ all those years ago. There are many amazing examples of instant body weight transformation stories out there. I felt that I needed to write this one as my contribution to the genre. It went down well at the time. I swiftly wrote a Part Two, then followed it up with others (The Feeders’ Formation, The Feeders’ Formalities, The Feeders’ Foreclosure, The Feeders’ Forecast, The Feeders’ Former Years), becoming something of an ongoing saga in recent years; focusing on the different Feeders from that very first meeting. As a writer who sometimes struggles to find the ending, these are wonderful to write as they all have the same inevitable conclusion. There is also so much freedom to be had when you’re working with characters who are pretty much pure evil. I know so much more about the Feeders than I’ve ever written down, so it is great to tease out those little details with each new installment. The newest of these tales (The Feeders’ Foreplay) was the darkest yet, but seems to have provoked a very favourable reaction from many. Who knows what the Feeders may get up to next? I do! And you can find out too, once we start a whole new sweeps season of stories this April! Come with me into The Feeders' Fortress!

#9 Only One: Where do I start? Only One has my absolute favourite type of feeder. Ben is big, sexy and very in control. He’s one of those rare types of guys who always stays on top and is a step ahead of absoultely everyone he meets. Who wouldn’t fall for him? I certainly did! In fact, I loved him so much that I wrote an entire prequel for him (and none of you even noticed!) Check out Rewire if you want to see how Ben became the man we know and love.

#8 The Wright Boys: The idea of a weight gain that cannot be stopped or controlled is a tempting one for many. How much easier would it be if you didn’t have to second guess your choices or face the pressure to lose weight? This was the first tale of what I see as ‘The Curses’ saga that eventually bled into many other stories (including another one on this list!) and culminated in Wright vs Beckett. However, this story remains my personal favourite of these. If you’re a fan of looking for crossovers between my stories, these are some of the most explicitly linked. I followed it up with a spin-off tale (The Wright Boys: DNA), but continue to have ideas about how I could go back to these boys in the future. Watch this space.

#7 Making Monsters: The title of this story really does give away how I felt about it at the time. This is quite the saga, spread over into not just two, but three parts! It began as a story that was very similar to Blackmailed; a tale that I had written previously about a guy voyeristically enjoying seeing his friend fatten up her boyfriend. However, this story evolved even further for me, with Tommy’s love of eating and gaining weight being both his greatest love, and his biggest shame. His denial only heightened the tension for me, and, when he does eventually give in, the gains feel all the more satisfying as a result.

#6 The Pig Feed: It’s not easy to write a gainer story where there isn’t another character spurring the events along and encouraging things. In this tale however, that role is given to a very tasty and surprisingly addictive pig feed mixture that Steve gets himself hooked on. It’s a story that I really enjoyed writing and still feel very happy with. I have considered writing more stories around this interesting feed. However, I am yet to do so; deciding (for now at least) that things are perhaps best left as they are. But, feel free to let me know your thoughts on this.

#5 Farm Boy: Whether you grew up in a big city, or a small rural community, like Hayden in this story, we can all relate to having desires and attractions that those around us don’t understand. And, thanks to how well connected we are these days, we now know what it’s like to realise that you’re not actually alone, and the whirlwind of excited emotions that follow. I enjoyed writing this story because I, quite simply, fell completely in love with Hayden. As kinky as he was, he still retained that fresh faced innocence throughout. If any of my characters were destined to be together forever, I imagine that these two would be my top choice.

#4 Keeping a Crush: This is one of those stories that I wrote in a matter of hours, and I was so pleased with it when I was done. Getting the train to go to work is not necessarily something that many Americans have to do, and so the location had to be switched to the UK (quite refreshing, I thought!). For me, it’s one of those really rare instances where placing very solid restrictions on the structure of a story (In this case, having it all take place during the commute to and from work) and finding that it actually elevates the sexual tension and mood. All scenes take place in public settings. All conversations could, in theory, be overheard. These days, so many people meet online and flirt for weeks by messaging back and forth, before they even see each other for the first time. Nowadays, for better or for worse, the actual, real fantasy is finding a connection with someone you just see in the real world; perhaps with a person you literally just met on the way to work...

If you’ve not read this one, I really would highly recommend it.

#3 To the Max: Stories with a magical element to them are either loved or hated. However, I find that this tale walks that line very successfully. Ned gets his hands on a love potion and makes straight guy, Max, fall for him. I’m sure we’ve all been there with that fantasy! However, it is in the consequences of inviting someone into your life, someone that you actually know very little about, that the entire eroticism of this story is based. I won’t spoil it for those who have not read it, but believe me when I say that things soon start getting very interesting indeed…

#2 Tommy’s Two Hundred. Don’t recognise this one? Well, that's because none of you have read it yet. 

Now, I’m not just saying this because I want you all to come back for the two hundreth story, but this is genuinely one of my absolute favourites. For my big milestone stories in the past, I have written something specifically for that event (Wright vs Beckett, The Seven Feeders of Finn). However, this is just a tale that I adored writing and decided to hold back for you all, especially for this occasion. It’s a story of domination and submission within a fairly open, but very kinky, relationship. Strapping Hunter plays the part of a very controlling feeder, making me break many of my own rules and stretching my boundaries to the absolute limits. You’ll either love him, or you’ll hate him. That’s all I’m going to say…

Also, this story is going to be the first Feeder86 story that will be fully illustrated. It’s all thanks to the amazing talents of Spellwell9 who was given an advanced copy and asked to imagine the characters in four different scenes. I cannot wait for you to see this!

Put it in your diary. All will be revealed from Friday 5th April…

#1 F80 Control: This is perhaps a controvercial choice (especially as my #1). I have previously admitted that this story strays a little from its purpose of being a gainer story. In other words, I get very caught up in the background story that is being told. However, I feel that the science fiction genre is surprisingly underused in tales of weight gain. Yet, the combination of Aritificial Intelligence and submission seemed, to me, to be the perfect blend. It really is a beast of a story if you can follow it all the way through to its conclusion. 

With the advent of improved artificial intelligence software in recent years, I felt the time was right to develop the world further, with the addition of F80 Ctrl Alt Del; a spin-off tale set slightly before the main story. Then, unable to help myself, I followed this up again with another companion story, F80: Kidnap and Control. 

The reason I chose this universe as my favourite is because this is where I am happiest writing. With AI, I don’t need to consider the morality or motivations - I know exactly what their aims are and I can see multiple ways in which it will cause conflict with humanity (and their waistlines!) I would also love to write more for this world one day, and I even left a little unused subplot in the last story that I think would provide the perfect starting-off point for another chapter. Will I ever write it? Well, we’ll have to wait and see…

So, there you have it! The the complete list!

This was a much harder exercise than I expected when I first embarked upon it. Stories like: Jiggle the Jock, Meticulous, Rule Number One, Freaks, Leftovers I and II, Ethan: The Secret Feeder and, not fogetting The Consequences I, II and III all crept in and out of the list, unfortunatley missing out on the final cut. There are many, many others, of course. But this list cannot go on forever...

So, why not tell me which ones were your favourites? Feel free to write in the comments and post a link to any other stories that you have enjoyed from myself, or from other authors. Hopefully, if we all work together, this could become a great resource for people in the future, filled with signposts and reccommendations.  

Also, don’t forget the Feeder86 Contents page where you can find links and descriptions of all the 200 stories posted so far (as well as plot outlines for upcoming tales as well). Please continue to enjoy the vast catalogue of stories, and even have a go yourself! I love supporting the many new gainer fiction writers who contact me. So please do get in touch if you need advice, or to talk through your ideas. Let’s all encourage a whole new generation of people to get typing away! I’m sure you will cheer them on just as much as I will.

Thank you to everyone who supports the stories blog here on Tumblr. Keep checking in every Friday througout April for a whole new sweeps season to celebrate this milestone. Stories will include: Tommy's Two Hundred, Train for a Gain, The Feeders' Fortress and The 1% (a companion story to The 5%). For now, I thank you all for taking time out to sit and read the very bizarre tales that sprout from my mind. You are all wonderful.

Happy 200 stories!

Feeder86

[cowboyfromh3ll]

how about for arthur, john, and charles: your hcs on how each would react to a shyer (not naive) reader who has a crush on him and keeps needing his “help” for various things so she can get his attention, and eventually working up the nerve to be more forward and hopefully pique his interest. who would catch on the fastest? would any of them realize before or after she becomes more forward and how would they react from there? smut absolutely welcome 🙏🏻

HC for Shy!Reader ft. Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Charles Smith

HCs are so easy and fun to write

Warnings: smut

Arthur Morgan

Arthur did not allow you much time to go and ask for help given his repeated and lengthy absences from camp

But when he was around to help, he put his all into it

No matter how mundane or small it may be, he always made sure to help you until satisfaction. Similar to the way he helps random people around the map, he helps you in the same way. 

But the level at which you asked for help was quite baffling to Arthur, but he never made a comment on it. He would never want to make you feel as though you were somehow less competent at doing things than the average person

He liked the way you would try to strike up conversation with him whenever he was helping you, recounting his travels to you in detail upon request

Part of him wondered why the two of you didn’t just talk more often outside of his time helping you. What he didn’t know is that you were unable to come up with a decent, not-too-forthcoming, excuse as to why the two of you should spend more time together alone 

He probably wouldn’t catch onto that fact too quickly, instead thinking you were just a person who wasn’t afraid of asking for help

He’d definitely think something was up when he realizes he’s the only one you ask

Maybe he’s just a dependable guy? He thinks to himself

But when you ask him to help you go fishing, come to find out you didn’t even have a rod, it was too late to back out as the two of you were already alone down the lake at Clemens point

He felt quite touched when you told him you really just wanted to spend time together, and that you weren’t sure how else to ask

Insisted you be more forward with him to establish a level of comfort between you two, but he still found it quite cute when you would shyly ask him for help

Eventually led to you two becoming very close, noticeably sweet on each other. Even the gang was able to catch on.

NSFW

Even though the two of you had been in an established relationship, your bashfulness did not end.

Asking for help for sexual matters was something you subtly hinted at or wordlessly requested, rather than outright saying it

Arthur himself was a man who needed clear permission, and your hints would be met with crudely sexual questions asking for confirmation

“You wanna have sex? Is that what you’re saying? Or am I understanding this all wrong.” 

His forwardness would have you burying your burning face in your shared cot as you nodded

Arthur was a very perceptive man, so when asking if he was rubbing your clit just right or if he needed to slow his thrusts down, you’d squeak out an embarrassed response

When you wanted him to touch you in a certain place, you’d nudge him in the direction, yank on his hand or hair, or simply just bashfully point wordlessly

Makes sure to constantly ask questions because he knows you’re not very vocal when it comes to self advocacy

Extremely tender and very patient with you, just wants to make you feel comfortable in the end to be able to vocalize your needs

John Marston (my pookie)

This man is as dense and stupid as a bag of rocks

The man himself doesn’t even know what he wants, so figuring out what you want is mental gymnastics on its own

He’s around pretty often helping around camp, and he doesn’t mind taking on the brunt of your chores as well

Doesn’t realize what you’re trying to do so sometimes he turns you down, saying he’s too busy

“Are you really that helpless?” 

He’d stand there confused as you stormed off angrily, only to have him follow you around camp begging for forgiveness

“I ain’t mean that, I’m happy to help you. I’m a fool, honest.”

You’d forgive him eventually

If it’s a more tedious task you need help with, he would get into the zone. Honing in all his attention while trying to fulfill his efforts in helping you as competently as he can

Focuses so much, that sometimes if you try to strike up a conversation about his day, he’ll either shut you down, or be so concentrated he won't even register your question

“Hold on, can you stop talking for a sec? I’m tryna concentrate.”

Would be equally as confused when you huff angrily and turn away while crossing your arms

You realize yourself that John isn’t picking up any hints, so you offer your own help as a form of “repayment” for everything he’s done for you

Is also dense about that 

“I appreciate the help, little lady. Though I don’t see why you’d willingly offer to help to fix a wagon wheel.”

Kinda laughable how oblivious he is

Eventually you have to muster up all the courage possible to ask him on a date to town

Emphasize the word date. Or else he’ll think you just want help with errands or something

Will accept, but won’t shut up the whole time about how sudden this is and how he would’ve never seen it coming

NSFW

Would get very excited if you even hint at something sexual

Much like Arthur, he’d ask for confirmation, but much more enthusiastically

“So you wanna fuck right? Right?!” 

Kinda desperate but who can blame him, you’re equally as horny

Get so caught up in excitement he gets straight to it, has to be reminded to ask questions and check up on you

The one time where you actually feel compelled to tell him things straight up instead of just hinting at it

“For the love of god, slow down Marston!”

He would for a few minutes, then get back to it

Would still be shy with asking, but you get so frustrated with how dense he is you’re kinda forced to

His excitement rubs off on you, so he doesn’t mind at all when you just shove his face between your thighs, that does all the speaking for you

Says shit like “You like that, don’t you?” without actually waiting for a response

Gets very embarrassed when you say no and ask him to do it another way

Charles Smith

This man's love language is literally acts of service

He’d probably end up falling for you in the process of helping you out so often

Will be more than happy to take you up on every request for help

Not only does it make you happy, but it makes him feel good for being able to help someone

Literally thrives off of it

He would be the one to pick up on it the fastest, but he wouldn’t make a comment. He doesn’t want to scare you off by being too forward and therefore curtailing your requests for help

Would be very intimate while helping you

“Hey, come closer to take a look at how I do it.”

You would lean in incredibly close, so much so that you’d be able to hear his breathing

Would sometimes take your hands and make you do it as well

Hands would linger far longer than necessary while helping you

And you aren’t naive! You knew what he was doing! He was flirting with you!

From an outside perspective, it appeared as though the two of you were just sitting around together and flirting rather than doing something to help you

“Like this?” You’d ask, which was followed by a giggle

It was pure self indulgence

He would often approach you himself and ask if you needed help on anything

Other times, he’d ask if you wanted to learn something new, showing you how to make weapons or how to identify certain plants from one another

Some tasks would be found mundane by others, but it was the most entertaining thing in the world as long as Charles was teaching you

You would feel most comfortable with him with asking him out, your question sounding more like a mutual profession of love from one another

NSFW

So so gentle

Much like in your relationship, you’d feel far more comfortable expressing your wants and desires to him

But you still struggle to maintain eye contact while saying it

If you turn your face away during sex he’ll gently cup your cheek and move your head to face him

Can pick up on your body language if you don’t feel too vocal

Will slow down or pick up the pace based on how your body reacts

Your moans are also a good indicator for him to know

Will also ask you questions before and after sex, like your some sort of food critic and you’re giving him feedback on his dish

You guys will probably sit down and have whole talks about your sex life, as embarrassed as it makes you, but he finds it necessary

Guy is a huge giver, in no time, he’ll know your body and what you do and don’t like like the back of his hand

[anthonsgi]

★’･ﾟ:｡･:*:First kiss with HSR characters PT.1:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★

【Note: Hello! I haven't written anything in a while, but I recently got a surge of motivation, so why not take advantage of that? :) There will be a few parts because I want to write for many characters and the process of writing each one is really long for me so I prefer to spread them out a bit, so if the character you would like to read about isn't here, keep an eye out for future parts, perhaps I will include them there! As per usual, English isn't my first language and I'm learning as I go, please be patient with me. Requests are open! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧】

【Pairings: Kafka, Argenti, Blade x GN!Reader】

【CW: I may have added some angst here and there, but I couldn't resist (I tried to end it with a good, slightly bittersweet conclusion each time though)! I wanted to make the characters' traits as similar to the game's as possible, but a few things may still be out of character, sorry in advance!】

a lil note: this is literally just all of these characters being absolutely SMITTEN for you and them fawning over you, but every day is a good day to get praised left and right, no?

☆〜KAFKA〜☆

It shouldn't be much of a surprise that you fell in love with this young and exceptionally charming woman. As a Stellaron Hunter, she ensures that Elio's predicted plans are carried out. That being said, you were a completely unpredicted element in a series of missions; there was never a mention of you ever being included in situations that you always found yourself stuck in. Kafka always saw it as "the usual result of the unforeseen nature of destiny," as she liked to explain to you.

After a while of simple acquaintance, she has grown more fond of you than she has of anyone. Not only were you beautiful in her eyes, which was a big thing for a connoisseur of beauty such as herself, but she felt at ease with you. She may be a sly, unbothered criminal whose prize for capturing her is enough to provide many good-lived lives for a bunch of Vidyadharas, but she actually really appreciates the times when she doesn't feel like she's being chased by people or by time itself.

Being with you was as enjoyable as studying the waves—a peaceful activity, a thought-provoking process. She desired to look at the horizon and discover more than meets the eye, however, it was quite impossible. The job of a Stellaron Hunter is challenging not only because of the relentless pursuit of destiny and the never-ending dangers but also because it entails never staying in one place for too long, never forming more meaningful connections, and never attaching yourself to finite, frail matters. Even though she knew she was more unlikely to run into the same individual twice as a Devil Hunter than she was now, her options were usually limited.

Kafka isn't one to fully hide her true feelings; she spoke very highly of you, your way of being and thinking, your appearance, and your tendency to be the miracle of one's destiny (*cough* talking about herself there). She has developed a habit of complimenting you just to see you squirm away from her gaze and bite your lower lip to try and stop a smile from forming. These occurrences weren't rare; they always followed the same pattern: she said something = you discreetly reacted = she noticed and couldn't stop noticing.

A kiss from her would be more of an indication of her love than a reveal, showing rather than declaring it. It may have happened during one of your late-night chats where you slowly opened up to one another, or it could have happened in the early morning after she invited herself into your home after you had just woken up and weren't sure if you were still asleep. In any case, without having said much, she leaned in, rested her hand on your cheek, and left a tender and delicate kiss on your lips. It didn't last long, but it meant more than a decade of stolen glances and conversations with hidden meanings.

It didn't feel like a goodbye kiss, it never did, but it was clear it was some form of leaving you wanting more, leaving you yearning for her to come back and see you again, and leaving you wondering how long it would be before she does it once more.

☆〜ARGETNTI〜☆

Knight of Beauty, a follower of the fallen Aeon Idrilla. He's constantly on the journey to honor the principles of beauty itself, spreading the grace of his Goddess all over the universe. Discovering numerous forms of beauty in the ordinary and in the extraordinary. When he first laid his eyes on you, it was as if time began to bend around you, a black hole in which the concept of time didn't seem to exist, trapping anyone and everyone residing in its proximity.

Recognizing refinement in people was second nature to him, admiring their souls that mirrored their personalities and beliefs. He wished nothing more than to convey compassion to those who possessed honorable qualities, pure hearts, and desirable traits. Your beauty shone with such radiance that it put the stars to shame; your existence was an excellent reminder of Idrila's presence in the universe.

To Argenti, love is a miraculous feeling that is a joy to experience; it reflects a person's deepest desires and is an act of care so poetic that it almost brings a tear to the eye. In a way, having never experienced it before and having no opportunity to try due to his commitment to traversing in solitude, he decided it wasn't he who was supposed to feel it and that he was merely destined to admire the beauty of it from afar.

Meeting you meant the world to him; you made him feel love for another person for the first time—the all-consuming love from every classical novel he had read. The purest form of it is tragic love, one that breaks down the foundations that hold one's life in perfect balance. He spent several days and nights with you, staying in one location longer than he ever did since becoming a knight—the place where he started to ponder his destiny and his vocation.

He made every effort to push these thoughts away, thinking such things felt like a violation of the universal code of chivalry he upholds, yet when he gazed at your gentle smile as he held your hand, it was a tougher battle than that of a wax candle facing the sun. He was melting into a pitiful puddle as your very being formed him again, never to be the same as before.

One beautiful night, when the birds had gone to sleep, no expectations were laid forth, and no secrets were to be unveiled, Argenti took you by both hands, kissing each knuckle as if they would break if he put pressure on them. He spoke of you as if you were the one he had devoted his life to worshiping, his lips singing silent praises; perhaps it was a prayer, perhaps an apology. His eyes met yours, a nonverbal plea, and you leaned in, connecting your mouths in a passionate kiss, electricity coursing between each soft teeth clashing.

What an outstanding farewell kiss that was. The thought alone made you gulp down the lump growing in your throat. Argenti has to leave, or rather, ought to leave; otherwise, he's afraid he may decide to stay. He's certain your paths will cross one day; it's just the way of the world. Either way, he always finds himself drifting towards beauty. Behind him, he will leave a timeless tale of a wounded and repaired heart, as well as a dose of fate that makes no mistakes.

☆〜BLADE〜☆

The undying man who became a blade, a shell of a person, a mara-stricken monster with no hope for craved demise. His story is one of endless agony and misery. In this everlasting life, Blade's abilities are used in matters including bloodshed, spreading the pain he felt himself, and only then would he feel himself disappear, even for a moment. As bitter as that was, it was reality, his burden to bear. Blade didn't have "companionships" and never needed attachments. The closest he had to an acquaintance was Kafka, whose voice managed to calm the monsters who grew inside him relentlessly, and possibly Silver Wolf. However, he didn't understand her, nor did he wish to.

How you were able to capture his wounded heart remains a forever-unsolved mystery. He, of course, didn't decide one day that the way you laughed made him feel emotions so intense that he wondered if what he was feeling was some form of suffering he'd never experienced previously or that his intensified urge to protect you wasn't just due to the fact he was always nearby when danger struck, but because he genuinely cared. It was a lengthy process imbued with a myriad of understatements and denial. An "I love you" leaving his lips was as bizarre as the prospect of hell freezing over... yet when it did happen, you only wished to hear it again.

He frequently wonders why he finds himself faintly grinning primarily in your presence alone (and obviously during combat). When you resided in his vicinity, everyone could feel a shift in the atmosphere surrounding him, as well as a change in his usual behavior. It was almost comical to observe, especially to his fellow Stellaron Hunters, who never missed an opportunity to tease him. Nonetheless, love expressed by a presumably loveless man is as fascinating as it is arduous. Your existence was curative, helping him to rediscover parts of humanity he thought he had lost, yet healing is a part of him he has come to loathe with every fiber of his being. At one point, he distanced himself, as if limiting your healing influence on him was the sole thing that he could control about his 'condition'.

That didn't last long, and he scurried back to you like a moth to a flame. Blade didn't grasp the concept of physical touch as a kind of comfort; it never failed to remind him of how many times he had been hurt. You, once again, were the exception. Gentle arm touches, random lacing of fingers, your scent, and that insufferable (not really) look in your eyes whenever you stared at him drew him in. As much as he despised life, he did not detest the idea of living simply to be with you; that paradise that always seemed to be out of his reach, a mere push away, appeared to be standing right in front of him.

A minor brush of your body against his made you excited, but a kiss? It's overwhelming to even imagine. You'd have to initiate it, subtly steering the conversation to a topic where it wouldn't be too odd to inquire about moving to the next step in your relationship, acting as lovers. If Blade didn't wear a stoic expression on his face more than half the time, you could tell by his nervous swallowing that he would be at least blushing a little. He wasn't an adolescent, and he didn't think of a kiss as the grandest gesture of intimacy; nevertheless, that didn't free him of hesitations. Being vulnerable and helpless in the hands of another, all of his shortcomings could be easily revealed.

Kissing Blade had to come naturally when you were alone and indulging in small talk; there was no need for a perfectly timed gust of wind or a captivating blanket of stars above, just two imperfect people pouring all of their desires, yearning, and passion into a single imperfect kiss. Your lips met, linking your souls and creating a sensible spark deep within. There was no distance between you, and you were both entirely defenseless against the other's will. After you moved away, it was as if a thousand sentences were pulled from your mouths, yet no one spoke a word. With swollen lips, you were unable to resist a grin while Blade leaned in for another kiss.

lil ending note: hope you enjoyed! also, I have to mention that I know that both Kafka and Blade are Stellaron Hunters so the main problem portrayed in Kafka's part (the never being in one place too long) could potentially be brought up In Blade's part as well, but I decided that would be pretty repetitive so I wrote about Blade's history instead :D

[sugairsstuff]

hey… 💋 was wondering if you could write something for aragorn… you know who this is. you know what i’m asking for.

@theactofknowing yes i know who this is. here is payment. (p.s. they also write!)

(credit to @cafekitsune for the divider)

to bloom

aragorn x half-elf gn/reader

warnings: descriptions of nudity

summary: you and aragorn have known each other for years, resulting in the two of you inevitably falling in love with each other though never admitting it. though, it turns out all a love confession took was a bar of soap and you two bathing in a lake together.

Exhaustion has long since seeped into your muscles, the motion of placing one boot in front of the other becoming a rhythmic pattern you refuse to break for you know you won’t be able to pick it back up again.

Strong winds roll through the grassy fields, making a mess of your untied hair and causing your eyes to catch the billowing of a dark cloak in front of you. You raise your head slightly to gaze at the owner of the garment: reluctant heir of Gondor, unnamed leader of the little band titled the Fellowship the group of you have formed- and although commonly known as Strider, this part-elf is simply Aragorn to you.

The pair of you had been picked up by the group of hobbits you traveled with in Bree, helping them to evade the infamous Nazgûl and inevitably being brought along the daunting journey laid out for them. You had first met Aragorn years ago when he had first left Rivendell. You led a similar fate to Aragorn after you befriended him, leaving the safety of your current life for one of adventure alongside the ranger. Poets would say you were seeking meaning, you joke that you were bored.

The seed of friendship you and Aragorn had planted then was watered through the experiences you shared on your travels, the memories that wrapped themselves like vines around that bond holding you two together, and every laugh and secret you both managed out of each other in peaceful times. But then you two began to look at each softer, speak to each other quieter for the words were meant only for the two of you, touch each other in fleeting moments that may not have been accidents- and then that seed grew into a budding flower of more that you gathered up and have held deep within your chest. Though no matter how much you both watered the bond of your friendship since then, that flower has never seemed to bloom.

Aragorn finally looks over his shoulder to the rest of you, and everyone momentarily pauses as he lifts his hand to guide everyone’s attention to a forestry patch of land seated a few hundred metres south of the hill you all waited on. “We’ll take camp there for tonight. We won’t reach Lothlorien by dusk, and I haven’t seen a better place for cover yet.” he instructs. Nobody seems to disagree, not even the opinionated elf or eager dwarf who both wait at your sides. Once three of four hobbits start celebrating, enthusiastically asking who would hunt for dinner, you offer Aragorn a small smile and nod of assurance. He repeats the gesture and turns to lead the way, but not without a response to the impatient hobbits, “You all can hunt dinner for us tonight, how does that sound?” which silences them.

You hurry a pair of paces to match the long strides of Aragorn, who slows down when he notices exactly who is on his tail. “You look exhausted,” you tell him, amusement flickering in your eyes as you look to him.

“As do you,” Aragorn shoots back, his brows raised in subtle entertainment at your rather honest opening line.

You scoff lightheartedly and get to the point of your words, reaching down to the satchel at your side to unbutton the flap and reveal the contents. Aragorn leans over you to peer into the bag, finding four small bars of soap.

“From the travelling merchant we crossed earlier?” the heir asks, and you nod proudly as if this was a noble accomplishment on your end.

“I do not have confidence in myself to survive another day with the… natural aroma of our companions,” you jest, and pause, “or you.”

And to your pleasant surprise, Aragorn’s chin tilts back- outlining the sharp line of his jaw- as the man lets a genuine laugh escape his lips. “I would not say you are so innocent in the matter, either,” he says, the closed-lipped smile on his face not faltering as you send a warning glare his way.

You feel lighter as you walk alongside Aragorn the rest of the way to the tree border, smiling like a giddy child for longer than need be over the silly interaction. You and Aragorn maintain the front as the lot of you push further into the forest until Aragorn stops, glances around, and looks to you and Legolas for approval.

You turn to look over your shoulder, and when you see that the forest has become dense enough to block the border to the grasslands from your line of sight, you say, “I think we are far enough in.”

Legolas had already found perch on a fallen log, fiddling with the strings of his bow, and so you and Aragorn simply take that as a sign he agrees.

As the sun dips behind the distant hills, the shadows of the trees encompassing you all extend until the soft starlight slipping through the canopy dims them. Now, camp is set up, and the fire Aragorn once was stroking while Gimli cooked the hunted meal of the evening has been forgotten. Most of your companions have spaced out their places for the night, all but the hobbits who crowd next to their friend Frodo.

You gingerly place your things down nearby Aragorn’s, and when you offer to take first watch Aragorn’s volunteer to do the same comes not much later than yours. You both sit next to each other as you listen to the idle noises of your companions turn to quietness, and quietness to silence save for the surrounding sounds of the forest.

You catch Aragorn glance to you in your peripheral vision which tempts you to steal a glance back. When you do, you are surprised to see he has risen from the leafy floor he was sitting on and began crossing the few metres that separated the two of you. You stay sitting, craning your neck as Aragorn now stands a few feet in front of you. You tilt your head in questioning.

“There is a lake nearby, I saw it when I scouted the perimeters earlier,” his voice is low, quiet, though you see his Adam’s apple bob slightly as he swallows, “May I borrow the soap?”

Any hint of drowsiness has been stolen from your body, your heart beating rapidly as you nod to him. You do not like how the thought of the man doing the simple act of bathing makes your body blaze like a catching fire. You dig into your nearby satchel and hand him one of the square, neutral coloured bars. Aragorn turns the dry thing in his hand a few times before he turns and walks away.

You do not watch him go and rather turn back to your satchel to close the button of it, wondering why the crunching of leaves beneath Aragorn’s walking feet ceased so swiftly. Curiously, you turn to check, finding Aragorn returning your gaze.

Aragorn clears his throat. “Would you like to join me?”

You can only blink, feeling that flame return to your body as his words act like oxygen and spread its tendrils through you.

“Yes, I would,” you say, though the words come out more breathless than you had expected.

You feel Aragorn’s eyes on you as you stand, dusting off your trousers in the most awkward of ways before padding over to where he stands. He only looks down at you, the look in his eyes gentle yet unreadable before he quietly turns and begins to guide you to this lake.

“What of the others?” you ask, glancing back.

“I do not wish to bathe with Gimli,” Aragorn responds with blunt humour, looking back at you with a raised brow.

“No, I mean that we promised to watch the camp,” you correct, managing not to roll your eyes.

“The lake is not far. We will know if something happens.” he assures.

Although it may be easy for him to remain alert, you are not sure if you can trust your instincts once you are distracted with the sight of Aragorn’s bare body. Aragorn seems to see apprehension on your face, and makes a bold move of reaching back to brush his fingers against yours. Then, your fingers close around each other’s like lock and key, and Aragorn is gently pulling you until you reach a clearing.

The trees wrap around the small, oval lake like a wreath. The water is not murky, a sign that it is untouched, and instead when you peer into it you see both your reflection and the moon above.

When you turn to see what Aragorn is doing, unsure if you are welcome to begin undressing so openly, you see that the ranger has already begun to do exactly that. You heart leaps and your chest flutters so much that you think that bud in you is instead a cocoon that has just sprouted a dancing butterfly.

Aragorn already unclasped his cloak from around his neck, discarding it nearby on a rock that borders the lake’s edge. He disarms, setting his weapons on the same rock should he need them, then reaches for the hem of his tunic. The man pulls the fabric off of him slowly, revealing to you the muscles beneath that you have only been able to imagine until now. You gaze at him, following the movement of his hands until you see them stop. Your eyes flick up slightly and are met with an amused half-smirk on Aragorn’s end. That flame in you moved to burn in your cheeks as you turn your head away, seeing Aragorn slowly walk towards you in the edge of your vision.

“Do not be nervous,” he says quietly, his hand turning your jaw slowly so you meet his eyes again. You feel your heart in your ears as his attention moves lower, lower, lower, and then back. “Would you like me to help?”

You can only nod. He smiles and nods back before his hands move to the clasps of your cloak, working it undone with ease. He sets your weapons aside somewhere- too distracted to take note- before he pulls your tunic off of your raised arms. Aragorn takes a step closer, removing the rest of your undergarments before a turn of his head causes his lips to brush against the shell of your half-pointed ear, “Beautiful.” he murmurs, evoking a pleasant shiver that slips down your spine.

His hands, resting on each side of your waist, move downwards until they reach the band of your trousers. You kick off your boots in silent encouragement, and Aragorn turns his head further to look down at you properly. Then he begins to slowly drag the last few pieces of your clothing that kept you decent, and once you stepped out of them- Aragorn now kneeling before you as he set aside your aside garments- you heard both of your breaths hitch.

Aragorn rises again, your breaths heavy as you both glance in the direction of whence you came, checking that none of your sleeping friends have noticed your absences. You look back at Aragorn first and see how the moonlight betrays Aragorn as he slowly drifts his attention back to you, illuminating the red tinting of his cheeks. He takes his sweet time in simply looking at your body, and you hear him sigh softly- a gentle, sweet exhale. The amusing thought of him swooning over you like a damsel crosses your mind.

Aragorn seems to notice the light dancing in your eyes, and he takes your hand and leads you to the rocky edges of the lake. “After you,” he tells you, and you feel as his eyes never leave you as you descend into the water. You wade around, taking note that water in the area you stand reaches your middle, and watch as Aragorn strips himself of the rest of his clothing.

Shamelessly, you stare as he undos his trousers, slipping them off alongside his undergarment and blushing when he sees you looking. You offer a coy smile in return, reaching over the edge to grab the soap he left on it as he enters the water alongside you.

“You first,” you tell him, and he obeys by wading over to where you stand. As you dip the soap into the water, getting some of the substance on to your hands, you feel a little grateful that the water is just high enough to reach Aragorn’s waist. He remains where he is as you work the soap into his skin, your heart jumping each time he sighs when you press into a particularly sore muscle. His skin gleams with moonlight and sparkles with droplets of water that cling to the short strands of hair on his chest leading downwards. You wash his arms, focus on his shoulders, and when he turns around to let you do his chest your hands linger there.

“Friends do not do these things,” is what Aragorn decides to say to break the comfortable silence.

“No, they do not,” you agree, your voice wavering with uncertainty. You keep your gaze on his chest, cupping water in your hand as you rinse off the soap. You let him wash the parts of him below the surface of the water, grinning as you can’t help but steal glances. But he says nothing else, nor do you, as you quietly find a seat on a ledge in the rock. Aragorn moves to stand between your legs, leaning back so his head is nearly against your chest.

You gather soap on your hands once more, lathering the suds through his hair. You watch from above as he sighs and closes his eyes, giving in to temptation as he leans further back into you. You massage the soap into his dark oak curls, watching his eyelashes flutter against his cheek and the corners of his pink lips tug upwards ever so slightly. You tilt his head back a little more as you cup water into your free hand, pouring it along the back of his head and watch as it drags the soap off of his curls that resist straightening even when wet.

Before you have the chance to climb down from your perch on the rock, Aragorn reaches a hand to your calf. His fingers dance along the skin, as if exploring, and travel up until they reach your thigh. By then, he’s looking up at you, and you are looking down at him, and his face is so close to yours you know that you both are only trying to see who caves first.

And it is Aragorn who does. He tilts his chin only slightly, which is enough to capture your lips in his as you lean over him. Your hands move to drape around his neck as his continue their journey up your thighs. He lifts you by the waist, bringing you back down to the lake floor with him so that it is he who must bend downwards to keep kissing you. You press your chest into his, standing practically between his legs as you both run your hands over each other’s bodies. Aragorn leaves a spark everywhere his fingers brush- your waist, your legs, back, chest, neck- he is everywhere but it is still not enough.

You know now what it feels like to bloom as that bud deep within your chest comes to life as Aragorn’s hands find their final place on each side of your face. His thumbs stroke gently in a lover’s caress as he finally breaks the kiss, though he does not move far. The look he gives you as you both stand together- chests heaving and lips puffy red with adrenaline pumping through your veins- tells you that Aragorn has just discovered what that feels like too, for there has been a matching budding flower in him, as well.

“We are not friends,” Aragorn finally says. You have never heard his voice so soft, “we are more.”

[lostinforestbound]

Hello There ! 👋😊

Tw : slight Dune spoiler, since the book is rather old.

Could you write Zevlor Headcanons about his Tav!love interest being someone with such passion and determination to change the world, that they may sometimes scare people off, please ? ( if you know those work of fiction, I'm talking about someone similar to Eren Jeager in SNK, Anakin Skywalker in Star wars, or Paul Atreides in Dune ) 👀

Smooches ! ☺️

Oh wow this was definitely a brain exercise for me! I did my best, so I hope this is what you were looking for! Thank you so much for your patience!

Zevlor with a Passionate Tav

Zevlor is a leader. A Hellrider, a Paladin; he has led many people in his prime. Seeing other leaders is not something new to him, as he's seen many.

But something about Tav is very different. It's honestly part of why he fell for them.

Not only are they ambitious, they are passionate. He admires their resolve, but he notices how nervous others get around them.

They're so strongly convicted that they scare others around them. Never him, though. Gods, never him.

He always asks what keeps them going. Their motivations, their dreams, how believe they're in the right; it's all so fascinating for him.

It makes him wonder why they chose him; an Oathbreaker. Shouldn't they hate someone like him?

Although they work together, he honestly leaves most of the leading to them. They make amazing speeches and inspire many people like them, including himself.

Whenever he doubts himself about his resolve, Tav is always there to lift him up. They will hug him from behind and tell him he's doing everything right, in their eyes.

He would do anything they say. It's not in a pathetic way; he just trusts them so much. With his love, life, and soul.

Every day he still wonders how he managed to get their attention, when he's so dull compared to them. He never asks, so he'll never know.

Writing Blurb

They're speaking. A speech, one made up on the spot as terror rushes through the streets of Baldur's gate. A speech, one that has everyone absolutely enthralled, including Zevlor.

He's never seen them stand so tall, so brightly illuminated by the reddening sky. There's hope being lost as more destruction erupts, but they have become a beacon. Everyone has never looked more alive, even with the world's end at their doorstep. Some even looked scared, but were determined to fight this Netherbrain at their sole command.

At the end of their final sentence, voices cry out and cheer, almost startling him out of his thoughts. Everything became more real in that moment; they're about to go fight the brain, but he can't go with them. Not until they call. His Hellriders are ready for anything.

When they finally approach him, he notices how their smile disappears, letting him know their true feelings. They believe they can pull this off, no doubt about it, but they worry about him of all people.

He presses their forehead against theirs, minding the horns, and he cups their face with a free hand. "We will be fine, my love. You should worry about yourself."

Their grin returns immediately as he speaks, and his heart can't help but flutter. How did he get so lucky, to have someone that has such a determined, beautiful smile?

"I have nothing to worry about, then." They state, placing their hand over his.

Usually, he would argue lightly. They should be more worried about themselves; they're not invincible. He wishes they were, most days. Then he would never have to fear them getting hurt. But now is not the time, they all have a catastrophic brain to fight. They need all their heads in the game to win.

He sighs in resignation but returns their smile. "Do not be reckless, and do not be stupid."

"I won't."

They gently pull him in for a long kiss. It's gentle, as if they're savoring it, in case they won't see each other after; in case it is the last one.

It won't be, but they never know.

[fun-k-board]

Hi, may I request a headcanons of The Brotherhood(Quicksilver, Blob and Toad) whose crush is gn reader? How would they act?

The Brotherhood (X-Men: Evolution) X gender neutral crush

Note(s) : Sorry it took so long, I was struggling to figure out how to write for them (⁠*⁠・⁠～⁠・⁠*⁠) I think I got it right though?

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

'Hey! Over here, nooo, not there, silly! Here!'

Oh he's so annoying (affectionate)

Pietro's main goal is to make you think about him wherever you are, that means bugging you constantly.

Assuming you're in the same school, he's constantly switching out your homework with blank pieces of paper, drawing messages in your books, speeding over to poke you in class knowing you can't do anything about it, etc.

It only gets worse if you're an X-Man.

During missions if you're against each other he's constantly going after you, it's gotten him in trouble with Mystique more times than he can count because he refuses to acknowledge the main purpose of the mission, instead, he only wants to annoy you.

Sometimes it's just pushing you over then zooming away, other times he constantly taunts you while running so fast you can't catch him or tell where he's going next, whatever it is, he makes sure it's enough of a bother that you start to get frustrated.

If you're in the brotherhood he can at least get missions done but you know he's bothering you the entire time, you basically end up doing all the work.

Is he flirty? Absolutely.

Expect his arm around your shoulders or waist while he talks on and on so fast you can't even catch what he's saying, but when he does slow down he's all 'You're the only one for me.' 'I love your shirt, is it new?' 'Your eyes are so beautiful, I could stare at them for hours.'

Lance and Todd are throwing up in the background.

Wanda wants to punch her brother into a separate dimension.

Fred's just chilling.

Think of him like Lance with Kitty but more focused on teasing you rather than being completely smitten, don't get him wrong, he loves you and he'd probably even make you a sandwich if you asked, but he'll be an asshole about it.

'Oh, come on, that's so much effort! Can't you just do it yourself?' but before you can answer he zooms off to do what you asked of him. 'here, I guess.' he huffs, a grin on his face as he hands you the item you requested.

Frederick J. Dukes / The Blob

'Do I have to stay with them..?'

Fred is under the assumption that it's impossible for you to like him back after what happened with Jean, of course he was pushy and unfair with her, but she also rejected him and all of the X-Men despise him. So, he doesn't exactly have many options when it comes to friendship, let alone dating, besides the Brotherhood.

Then comes you.

Whether you're an X-Man, member of the Brotherhood, Morlock, perhaps just a fellow mutant, or a human, student at school, he'll truly never believe that he has a chance.

While before he was fairly obsessive and pushy with his crushes, with you he's silent and very awkward, even if you're nice to him he expects backlash if he ever confesses.

If you're a member of the brotherhood his awkwardness is slightly less explainable and far more noticeable, you're his teammate, you spend almost all day together, yet he can hardly look at you and loudly complains when he's paired with you or left alone with you. It probably makes you feel like he hates you.

He's very embarrassed if you confront him about it.

Awkward, he stumbles over his words and is breathing a little heavy as he does so, trying his best to explain that he doesn't hate you, he's just. Well. You see.

It's a similar situation if you attend his school, human or mutant, he's very sweet to you and tends to avoid messing with you. Fred usually quiets down when you get near, almost shutting down in a way. The others tease him for it all the time.

He'll most likely try to avoid you, maybe Lance, Pietro and Todd will push him to interact with you just to 'stop him from bugging them about it', they totally just want to help him out, and it ends with him always running away in embarrassment or assuming, if you're quiet or not that reactive, that you hate him.

If you're paired in a school project, Fred will absolutely just skip school, he doesn't care, he skips class regularly anyway, no Pietro, it's not to avoid you, he's just too cool for class.

If you're an X-Man, it's very different.

Fred is under the assumption you both share a mutual hate for each other, you're enemies after all! The tightness in his chest that he's feeling is totally just violent urges, that's it, that's all, it's not the want to hold your hand, hold you, tell jokes and make you laugh, no, no, that's not it at all!

He tends to target you to try and avoid his feelings quicker, he hates hurting you, but throwing you away from him, physically, makes sure he won't get distracted by you.

Fred ends up crying in his room when he goes home because he's afraid he hurt you.

Heck, even the other members of the brotherhood just want him to get with you already. Lance is especially eager because he won't be the only one being made fun of for dating an X-Man.

Eventually it does spill somehow and I'd imagine he would try to run away from you, maybe you catch up or explain to him later on, whichever one, he'll get very happy when you confirm you share feelings for him. He practically fixates on you so hard that you're the only thing he talks about.

Todd Tolansky / Toad

'Hey, how it's goin', beautiful?'

He proceeds to fall down on his face.

Todd is a bit of a creep, constantly following you around and showing off his nonexistent muscles, telling the most unfunny jokes and pulling pranks on people in an attempt to impress you.

He doesn't smell nice, he's been told this his entire life, that he's slimy, disgusting, every insulting name under the sun. As such, he decides to at least try and take a shower more often for you, to make you less likely to avoid him, of course!

Todd has a big grin on his face every time he talks to you, bouncing off his feet like he's just won the lottery. He's also very, very flirty, just not that good at flirting.

His pick up lines are very 'the immediate Google search results for pick up lines.' type of cheesy, very stereotypical and eye rolling.

If you're an X-Man, member of the Brotherhood, human, mutant, etc, it doesn't matter much to him, he treats you the exact same. The only real difference is how much time he spends around you.

In the brotherhood he does try to avoid flirting in front of the guys to avoid embarrassment or teasing, but surprisingly he does ask for a lot of advice regularly. It usually never goes well, Lance and Pietro tend to just give very wrong or confusing tips and Fred doesn't really have any to give in the first place.

If you're an X-Man he tries to impress you by fighting your teammates, usually he loses, but sometimes he does win! He'll pose and ask if he's just the coolest guy or what. Todd doesn't like fighting you but he will, because unfortunately Mystique is absolutely terrifying and he doesn't want to face her wrath.

In school he likes to ask for your help, constantly bugging you about how he just desperately needs your assistance to study for this test coming up, which to be fair he does. But, if you agree to help him, he doesn't actually try. He just flirts with you the entire time.

His crush is obvious, incredibly so, even the most clueless of individuals would know he loves you because he says it directly every single day. He doesn't exactly need to 'confess' per say, all you really need to do is accept his flirting or flirt back, maybe ask him out yourself.

[blues824]

The Remarried Empress crossover; Emperor!Tomura Shigaraki and Empress!Reader of a foreign country are visiting during the New Year Ball. Tomura is staying to the edge of the party (he doesn't like dancing) while Reader is dancing with his Right Hand Man (Dabi).

After the dance, Dabi kisses the Empress right in front of everyone! Everything is tense as Tomura stalks over looking irritated. Preparing for a fight, everyone watches with baited breath as he stops beside them.

"Dabi, you disrespectful cur! I was promised a kiss first!"

The foreign Emperor lightly shoves the scarred man away to kiss his wife lovingly as he ignores Dabi's protests before pulling away and giving the other man a kiss too. Turns out all three of them are in a loving, healthy polyamorous relationship.

The three of them aren't too happy with Sovieshu and Rashta's dynamic, what with him pushing his wife away and all; Empress!Reader even offers to teach Navier how such a relationship is supposed to work if she wishes to learn.

(Sorry for all the requests; I wish you all the best of luck on your writing journey.)

Preface: Both Shigaraki and you are the Emperor and Empress (respectively) of the Southern Empire, and Dabi is the General of the Army. You were each invited to the Eastern Empire’s New Year’s Ball.

Sovieshu

Upon seeing you for the first time, he was in love. Kind of hypocritical because he accuses Navier of being attracted to foreign men, but he coincidentally isn’t remembering that at this moment. Throughout your stay during the days leading up to the party, he tries to get you by yourself so that he can ask you to be his secret mistress.

However, you were deeply in love with your husband(s), and being unfaithful didn’t seem like a good idea. Besides, you saw how he treats Navier. There was no way in any Hell in any universe that you would become his secret mistress, even if it was to save your life.

Now, when the Ball did commence, you were mostly seen with Dabi rather than Shigaraki, and it was the talk of the night after the whole dress drama. You told your General that, if you were being honest, Rashta would have looked better in a blue dress because of her hair color and her undertones. This caused Dabi to snicker a bit before he reeled himself in.

Then, it was everyone’s turn to start dancing. Typically, only the Emperor may ask his Empress to dance, but it seems to be a trend for the Empresses to break that rule. Sovieshu was a bit surprised to see you dancing with Dabi instead of Shigaraki and his wife dancing with Prince Heinrey. 

At the end of the dance, your partner dipped you down and placed a kiss upon your lips. The Emperor of the Eastern Empire was absolutely shocked, but the Emperor of the Southern Empire just walked up saying that he was promised a kiss first and kissing you before kissing the General.

Well, apparently you were in a similar situation that Sovieshu himself was in, but you actually made time for both your husbands. Yes, husbands. Oh, and once your husbands found out that the Emperor of the Eastern Empire tried getting with you, you had to hold them back from waging war against him.

Rashta

She saw Sovieshu’s reaction to your beauty and kindness once you stepped into the Palace, and she was infuriated. To her, you were a threat to her position. Being the Emperor’s mistress meant that she no longer had to worry about being a slave, But if you became his second mistress, she would most likely be a forgotten fling.

All her worries were washed away when she saw you slapping him and scolding him for having the gall and the gumption to even assume you were even remotely interested in him. You had a husband (two husbands, but that’s for later), for goodness sake! One (two) that you loved and cherished!

The young mistress noticed at the Ball that you were hanging around a different man who wasn’t the man you showed up to the Empire with. But what got her really paranoid was that you were whispering to this strange man behind a fan while glimpsing at her. Then the man started snickering. Was this because of her dress?

But, the dances started. She was aware of the rule that only the Emperor could ask the Empress to dance, so imagine everyone’s surprise when you started dancing with the strange man and Navier started dancing with Prince Heinrey. A few gasps were heard around the room, actually.

Once the dances ended, the scarred man you were dancing with pulled you into a kiss. There was a shout from Shigaraki, more-so whining about the fact that he was promised the first kiss of the night before pulling you apart and giving you a kiss then giving him a kiss. Rashta was surprised to find out that you were married to two different men, but if that was allowed in your Empire, surely it was allowed in this Empire?

Right after, though, she saw you go talk to Navier while taking her hand in yours in a comforting way. She was scared about what you were telling the Empress, and her paranoid self automatically assumed it was about her. However, you were telling Navier that she deserved better than Sovieshu.

Navier

She already knew about your marriages because you all had met in the Academy. She was actually invited to y’all’s wedding as y’all were to hers and Sovieshu’s. That being said, this was the reason why you were invited to the Ball. Plus, Kaufman was there and she was aware that working something out with your Empire and Luipt would be beneficial to all parties.

A few days into your stay, and she heard from one of her handmaidens that you had slapped her husband for trying to lure you into his bed, so to speak. She was angry at Sovieshu, and rushed to make sure that you were alright. Seriously, that man can’t keep it in his pants.

Once the day of the Ball had arrived, you did something that not a lot of people would ever dream of doing in a foreign country. You knew that Navier was struggling internally because of the dress drama, so you stuck by the General of your Empire (who no one besides her knew was your other husband).

After the dance between the Emperor Sovieshu and Empress Navier, you came up with a very strange idea that was so scandalous, Navier agreed. You both danced with different men that weren’t your [presumed] husbands. It was definitely the talk of the night.

Then, Dabi dipped you down and kissed you rather passionately. Shigaraki rushed over and complained about not getting the first kiss he was promised before kissing you and then kissing Dabi. If your new friend Navier was being honest, she forgot what a healthy relationship was like. It was nice to see you three happy.

When you all departed from the dance floor, you walked over to her because you noticed her looking a bit blue. You took her hand in yours and whispered something to her. Heinrey would treat you better than you could ever imagine. He’s been looking at you like a golden retriever looks at his person. 

Heinrey

You have met each other a while ago because you were asked to go over to the Western Kingdom to discuss something with his older brother due to land relations and the alliance between their Kingdom and your Empire. I would say that you both were friendly towards each other.

Now, when he is visiting Navier in his Queen form to deliver love letters, you already know because Navier tells you about it. You decide to do him a solid and nudge her in his direction very subtly. You already knew that he was a better person for your fellow Empress than Sovieshu could ever be anyway.

At the ball, you whispered to Dabi about how Heinrey kept staring at Navier with lovesick eyes, and he whispered back saying that that was the same gaze he himself had when he first laid his eyes on you. Oh, you were definitely blushing.

Once everyone was free to dance, you and Dabi gracefully stepped onto the dancefloor. You looked and saw that Heinrey and Navier were doing the same thing. There were a few gasps because things like this were very scandalous (just like a woman showing her ankle), and then the music started up.

Then, at the end of the dance, you were dipped down and kissed. Your husband, Shigaraki, rushed over and whined about not getting the kiss he was promised first before finally getting it and kissing Dabi as well. Wasn’t this a surprise to everyone, but not to Heinrey or Navier because they already knew.

Before you went to talk with Navier, you went up to the Crowned Prince and made sure to tell him this: if he wanted to eventually marry the current Empress of the Eastern Empire and make her the Queen of the Western Kingdom, he needed to show her that you wouldn’t crush her with pressure like her current husband did.

[predvestnik]

Author Portrait

get to know the author behind the blog! repost, do not reblog.

Basics

Name/nickname: Vênus Age: 29 Pronouns: she/he Years of writing: Around 18 <3 

Reflection

Why did you pick up writing? It was an activity shared between friends in elementary school, we'd been RP-ing, shipping and writing (Saint Seiya) fanfictions way before we knew what those were. We had a compendium-esque thing for everything we'd read and written that I'd printed at home, and we carried it everywhere until one of our teachers took notice and asked to read. Very embarrassing, very formative. If I'm here today, it's all thanks to Libra no Dohko and his tragic boyfriend Shion.

Do you have any writing routines? No. We ball. I get to my PC and go like a toddler presented with too many toy options, then I crawl towards the one sparking more joy in that moment (could be writing, reading, playing, etc etc).

Besides, sometimes I'm hit with the Horrors(tm) and that also plays a part in why my energy for writing fluctuates so much.

What's your favorite part about writing? Specifically about RP, it's when I get to write with someone who really gets what I'm saying and get them too, that connection getting us to blabber nonstop until we reach the part where we're weaving a story together.

Three things you like about your writing:

O1. How it is customized for each thread, theme and character. I like to think each muse begs for a tune of their own, and that means which words I pick for the storytelling, like if it'll be more direct, or introspective with metaphors and reflections, or even if it'll be more formal. When we write together, one thing I can guarantee: it will be made exclusively to match the vibes of our story;

O2. I've been told multiple times that it flows easily even when lengthy and I choose to believe that! I know some things (namely idioms or comparisons) may get lost due to cultural differences, but if the message still lands, then I call it a success;

O3. Hmmm, my motto is to not write with my ego? That isn't revolutionary in any way, but a reassurance that I don't care if my muse gets the short end of anything during a thread, even more if it happened due to a lack of foresight from my part rather than a deliberate lapse. Honestly, that always makes writing more interesting because it makes me reroute and forces me to think outside the box.

A question for the next person

write a question for the next person to answer. once you've answered it, leave a new question for someone else to answer.

Sam's question: What kind of threads do you enjoy the most?

I'm partial to conflict of any kind, it translates to angst most of the time, but anything that puts my muse through it has my heart and soul (anger? When will Childe experience anger??? But it's me asking myself, mostly). Be it physical, moral or psychological.

Too much of the same fluff, sharing a drink and laughing over it, walking towards the horizon and similar type of interactions gets stale pretty fast to me and nukes my enthusiasm to write in general.

NEW QUESTION: What's the most challenging thing and character you've written, and why?

Tagged by: @ccaptain Tagging: @melodicbreeze @verdantluxury @theladymuses

[marcobodtlives]

reincarnation AU related ask; preferably a modern AU, college age (don't have to be in college tho), maybe a recovering/sober Marco or Jean, definitely have one of them break up with the other because "I'm not good enough for you" but clearly they can't stay away from each other, 100% friends to lovers BUT PLEASE DONT LET IT BE TOO LONG UNTIL THEY KISS/GET TOGETHER I rather the angst be after they actually get together and navigate the relationship and so forth :] tbh angst prior to them getting together IS TOO OVERDONE

Okay okAY! Hi oh my gosh this was awesome, thank you! Super inspiring, so many ideas ☺️

Eee this was so fun to write, everyone send more!

Anon you’ve seasoned my brain broth of ideas and I loved writing these out for ya, inbox definitely staying wide open for any more ideas people may have (doesn’t even have to be about a reincarnation au!)

Okay yay! Here’s what I got, all under the cut:

Marco wouldn’t ever break things off with Jean, he’s too aware of the fact that it would hurt Jean. I also like to think that despite slightly underestimating himself, Marco is fairly secure in his self-image (he’s worked hard to get to this place).

Jean on the other hand… well he’s got some issues and tends to gaslight himself into thinking he’s 1) not good enough, 2) bad for Marco, and 3) better off letting Marco enjoy his college experience without being bogged down by the delinquent that’s been suspended twice for fighting Eren.

Perhaps he gets pulled up before a disciplinary board after a particularly rough fight with Eren goes wrong and they end up breaking a college statue or something similar. Maybe Marco (the kid with a squeaky clean record and stellar grades who works so hard to maintain a full-ride scholarship so there’s money left for his younger siblings to get the best opportunities) is also pulled into the meeting by proxy. (He was probably the one who pulled Jean away from the scuffle and got lumped in).

The stress the entire situation would cause Marco, the anxiety, the shame - all of it is stuff Jean is used to, but not Marco.

Instead of helping him through it, Jean freezes up and realises “I did this to him. I’m the cause of what Marco is having to face. I can’t put him through this, it’s not fair.”

He pulls back, suddenly and heartbreakingly (for Marco).

Jean is stubborn, but he can also be selfish. He doesn’t cope well with extended periods of ‘avoid Marco at all costs.’ So, his idea is to break off the odd-romantic-chemistry-thing they had, and limit themselves to friends.

They work their way up. Jean still keeps Marco at arms-length. He shuts down the uh… less than platonic feelings he definitely still holds for the other boy.

Jean still keeps him company while he studies, they still make flashcards together, and he still relentlessly insists on Marco taking breaks and keeping healthy. They still find the same seats next to each other at lunch, they still find themselves circling back to each other at every new corner and situation, as though hopelessly magnetised despite everything else.

Marco is Jean’s constant. He’s always there. But Jean keeps up the desperate “just friends” charade for a few weeks, or a couple months at most.

Marco is smart enough to know that it’s less about them as a couple and more about Jean’s own web of insecurities that holds him back. He gives Jean as much time as he needs. As long as they’re still in each other’s lives, he’s happy and won’t push for more until Jean is ready.

It’s the rest of the group that stir things up.

After a while it becomes evident that half of them don’t even know Marco and Jean have broken up.

Eren, Reiner, Historia, Mikasa, and Annie are either oblivious or indifferent to any minute changes noticed between the two of them.

While Ymir, Connie, and Sasha actively berate Jean about it. They poke fun and (in their own way) help him realise he’s being cowardly by burying his head in the sand.

Armin and Bertholdt are open and honest in a raw, vulnerable way that pushes Jean to a precipice of realisation.

He isn’t doing this because he lost faith in the relationship. He’s doing this because he’s painfully aware of his own flaws, and he’s terrified of the part they’ll play in the unknown progression of his first serious relationship.

In light of this, things change again.

Marco and Jean are together, properly this time. Nobody’s foot is hovering out the door.

Jean is hesitant, sure, but Marco’s understanding in the face of everything Jean did has strengthened his ability to trust that he can actually lean on Marco when he doesn’t feel like he’s enough.

It’s odd really. Jean seeking support from the one person who he feels he isn’t good enough for.

It’s messy, it’s patchwork, it’s a jumble of feelings and insecurities, but it’s them. It’s what they are.

Jean is a wobbly rock in a stream of college stress and Marco is the moss that keeps him lodged in place, despite the ever-changing current.

And the current definitely comes.

You pick it, there are a world of options.

An accident on campus? A near-fatal injury that leaves someone (probably Marco) hurt, suffering, and (as anon mentioned) in need of recovery and sobriety? Family problems? Interpersonal conflicts? Lost scholarships? Failing classes?

Perhaps the sudden appearance of unexplainably vivid dreams of small towns, unmeasurable walls, large, genderless titan that leave blood, bodies, and lost soulmates in their wake?

So many possibilities, but throughout them all (as long as everyone remains alive) the two of them have each other.

[tea-dragonz]

Since my last LO/KO comparison post was getting attention, thought I'd make this meme as well. Mors x Korina pulls of the whole "sweet girl x edgy guy" trope way better than Hades x Persephone (long analysis below if you want to read)

I've noticed how these two relationships share a foundation similar tropes, and I wanted to break down why one is a ship I absolutely adore and the other is just "meh" for me. For Morina, I'm mainly going to be focusing on Korina's Origin, mainly because Origins of Olympus gave them less time to develop as a couple properly, plus KO gives us more to work with timeline-wise. For LO Hades x Persephone I'm going to be sticking with S1 and S2 because I haven't seen a lot of S3 for myself (and based on what I've heard, I don't plan to).

Now, I'm not gonna go ahead and say that Morina is the pinnacle of ship writing or whatever, I have some issues with its development and pacing (especially in OoO), plus Mors is unfortunately an asshole no matter what series he's in. But despite its flaws, Morina as a ship feels flawed in a very human sort of way while LO Hades x Persephone feels perfect in the artificial way, if that makes sense?

In LO, the narrative is constantly trying to convince you that Hades x Persephone is the perfect couple and that it's them against the world. It doesn't matter what criticism other characters have of their relationship, because they're all jerks anyway, and any actions taken against them are all thusly justified. Meanwhile, KO acknowledges that while there are external forces preventing them from being together, there are issues that lie within the characters themselves: Mors' anger issues and lack of emotional intelligence, and Korina's insecurities that prevent her from standing up for herself.

Persephone and Korina are both portrayed as kind, altruistic, and naive by the narrative. They show kindness and forgiveness to people who may or may not deserve it, and others may take advantage of this kind nature. Korina takes this in an interesting direction: she is a people pleaser due to her abandonment, and she will constantly sweep things under the rug and play nice even around people who don't deserve it. When she has the choice of announcing her relationship with Mors and invoking the ire of the gods, or playing along with their matchmaking plans for her, she chooses the latter despite it not being what she wants. She is dedicated to maintaining peace and good relationships with everyone, to the point that it ends up putting a strain on her relationship with Mors. She is typically patient and content to go along with what others want of her, and when she does finally snap and lash out at people it's used sparingly, such as when other people reduce her to being nothing more than a servant rather than being a fellow god/demigod. These are character strengths and flaws that go hand in hand with each other, and it builds on the "sweet girl" half of the ship trope in a reasonable way that affects her within the relationship and in other aspects of her life.

And Persephone? Uhhhh... she spends most of her time acting like an excited child (that definitely means she's nice, right???), she showed sympathy for the shades, told off Hades for mutilating a guy and got angry that her nymph friends were killed. Except it wasn't actually her fault that she was righteously angry over the death of her friends, Persephone can't get angry guys, anger is a bad thing and Persephone is good!!!1!1 In all seriousness, Persephone's Act of Wrath was the peak of her character for me. Here I though that we would be seeing her have emotions that humanize her, but nope. I guess the only character traits and emotions she's allowed to have are smol bean uwu, sad from trauma (but only sometimes), and Girlboss™. Still though, do we actually get anything of substance from her personality outside of those traits? Does she have anything about her character that meaningfully builds on the aforementioned “sweet girl” trope? Do we ever truly see her have a moment of agency with a lasting impact? Do we ever see her really struggle with having emotions that she's not fully in control of outside of her Act of Wrath? Is she ever allowed to have feelings that the viewer might disagree with, even if it would make more sense for her character and story? (Honestly these questions apply to Mors as well so I'll just use this as a segue into the next section).

Hades and Mors are both the edgy antisocial guys who have been shunned for one reason or another. They put up a tough front and lash out at the world, but drop the mask around those they care about (though if anything threatens their lover, they go straight back to being the dominating machismo guy). Hades' beef with other characters tends to mostly be framed as petty drama, but do any of them actually dislike Hades for the legitimately bad things he does? Because he’s invaded Persephone’s privacy without her knowledge, neglected his adopted son, put his partner in a financially abusive situation, allows the shades to live miserable afterlives despite being their king, took out a tabloid reporter’s eye for doing his job, and that’s only what I can name off the top of my head. Does Hades have any actual motivation for the way he treats others aside from pettiness and simping over Persephone? Is any of what he does truly framed as bad by the narrative? Why, then, are we supposed to believe that he’s a misunderstood edgy bad boy if the narrative barely even acknowledges how and why he has this reputation in the first place?

Mors, on the other hand, is shunned by many because he is the descendant of the personification of violent death, and thus has an aggressive personality and the capability for mass destruction. Thing is, he spends most of his life not knowing that, so to him people are just weird about him for no reason (other than Korina, who also doesn't know until later). Whether or not the treatment of Mors is truly justified in the viewers’ eyes, I’m sure many can agree that it is still a reasonable motivation to lash out. And let’s take a look at the bad things he has done to compare to Hades, shall we? Killing in self-defense (or Korina’s defense), verbally and physically lashing out at his father for not telling him about his mother, using violence/threats to solve problems that range from "this person is kind of annoying" to "this person is a threat", verbally berating people who get on his bad side (which sometimes does include Korina). Some of these are understandable in context, some aren't, but the point is that the narrative and the characters acknowledge that these actions are bad. Sometimes he even (gasp) faces consequences for his actions! And on top of that, he struggles with his morality and whether he can truly become a better person because of his nature. (Plus he gets bonus points for being a low-empathy person who a) is still capable of showing strong emotions b) is not completely demonized for something out of his control.) Again, Mors' story and character builds on the "edgy guy" trope in an understandable way that makes him feel human rather than trying to make him into a misunderstood paragon like Hades.

(Also, to me Mors is coded as being neurodivergent and/or having a personality disorder, but I feel like that's straying too far into headcanon territory. I know that it doesn't excuse Mors' behavior, all I'm saying is that as an nd person myself, I can at least get why he does what he does even if I don't agree with it. I have no such understanding with Hades and Persephone's actions. For them, the viewers are expected to just roll with everything they do and not question it.)

And now that we've fully established the characters, what about their dynamics and interactions? Hades saw Persephone and immediately began lusting after her, to which she seems mostly oblivious early on. He also goes behind her back to find out more about her, such as the thing with the memory tapes and Hecate's letter. But it's fine, because any breaking of boundaries is made up for when Hades love bombs her with gifts. And even though he's only known her for a few days/weeks within S1, he chooses to trauma dump to her rather than his therapist that only comes up like once. In fact, the two of them become each other's entire world within this short time frame. Any friendships or familial relationships they have (Hecate, Eros, Artemis, Hermes, Thanatos, Demeter, etc.) seem to be thrown to the wayside in favor of the main couple. Ironically enough, I feel like I would like Hades and Persephone's relationship more if they had more going on outside of it (and if they didn't have the age gap but that's a whole different thing). It felt like they were written specifically to fit that trope and everything else about their characters, like Hades’ fear of becoming like Kronos and Persephone’s act of wrath, were added as afterthoughts. As a result, rather than feeling like characters that were shaped and developed by their experiences, we have overblown caricatures based on their ship tropes.

Mors and Korina start out as childhood friends and develop their relationship over many years. As they grow up they start drifting apart due to their different roles (Mors being the heir of death and Korina being a household servant) but Korina offers a non-judgmental outlet for Mors' anger issues, and Mors still consistently treats her as a peer despite their differences in status. When they finally do get together, Mors, in spite of how hypersexual he typically is, actually respects her boundaries for both sexual and non-sexual things. While it's all sunshine and rainbows for a while, Mors takes a jab at Korina’s past trauma during an argument, and she actually (rightfully) calls for the two of them to take a break in their relationship over it. However they still remain friends and support each other in their own separate endeavors. Korina chooses to stick with Mors even after learning of his violent nature, Mors supports Korina's search for her mother and proves time and time again that he would go through hell and back to protect her. The two of them love each other and still do, but the story makes it clear that love on its own is not enough, and that’s okay. Korina herself acknowledges that the two of them need to work on themselves before they can try again. Their argument and breakup wasn't the end of the world, it was the catalyst for them to realize that they needed to do better, and that is why I'm able to feel for them and root for them despite all of their issues.

Plus Mors and Korina at least have the excuse of being an inexperienced 20 something year olds. Hades has had thousands of years to get his act together. Oh, I forgot to mention. Despite crushing on each other since their younger years, Morina only officially got together when Mors was 25 and Korina was 23, which means that it avoids the dubious morality of a 19 year old getting with a 3000+ year old.

In conclusion: Although Mors x Korina by no means a perfect rendition of the "sweet girl x edgy guy" ship, the narrative at least doesn't try to present it that way and gives us a much more nuanced view on their relationship compares with Hades and Persephone. While it wants us to root for Korina and Mors to get back together eventually, it also tells us to our faces that the two of them need to work out their own issues first. Lore Olympus, on the other hand, wants us to look at Hades and Persephone and immediately see them as perfect people in a perfect relationship that the world wrongfully wants to tear apart, despite the obvious problems in their characters and relationship.

Apologies for how long and disjointed this is! I'm literally typing the first thoughts that pop into my head and I have too many thoughts about this lol

[stillmonsterz]

hello. i just want to say you are both incredible writers and i've personally read both of yours and hoonie 's works.

nobody deserves to receive hate on both sides.

did she plagiarize you? who knows— maybe she had, maybe she didn't. perhaps she might have gained inspiration from your writing before without even knowing or recalling it since there are way too many fics on this site to remember every single detail from every fic you've ever read (even i feel the same. i've wanted to write before, but i've read so many to the point i'm just scared of accidentally plagiarizing someone because i unknowingly get influenced by the multiple different writings i've consumed that people have put out and i can't exactly pinpoint every single scenario that's inspired me) but sometimes, coincidences can really happen, no matter how unbelievable it may seem because it's happened way too many times and way too similarly to even think of it as a mere coincidence anymore.

situations and scenarios repeat themselves over and over again. tropes get reused over and over. i've read fics from the same fandom that get very similar with each other, but i haven't seen anyone really bat an eyelash about it because they probably haven't noticed or maybe it's just because they are all accepting at the fact that we are all a bunch of people who gain inspiration from each other on this app and just honestly here to have fun and read and write what we love and enjoy the most. (obviously unless it's all flat out copying word by word along with characters and plot)

that's how a fandom is, that's what fanfiction is. it's all supposed to be for fun to enjoy the lores we find entertainment in and have genuine adoration for. to make other people happy and enjoy your works by indulging in a hobby that you enjoy doing yourself.

you can't fight everything or accuse every single person who has a similar scenario

because how will fanfiction work if it's not to get inspired by anything or if we all haven't thought of the same exact scenario at one point? it would just be too much to do that every single time to any person who dares think or write the same sentence another person does, it's very energy draining. please don't do that to yourself also. it's like an 'agree to disagree' situation.

i'm sure if she said she hasn't, then she probably hasn't to be honest. i know it's hard to believe, but coincidences like that can really happen. even the plot of her stories were completely different from your own though, it was just in those scenes they were really similar, so it's very plausible that things like that can happen.

i am not the best at english but i really hope you get my point.

there are clearly so many people on this site, you can't keep up with everything to every single post and every single fic and look out for a million different other users to see who you might end plagiarizing on accident or not/or who might be plagiarizing you (whether on complete accident or not)

who knows maybe even yours could be eerily alike to somebody else's work too without you knowing— and that person could also just up and post the same screenshots and accuse you of plagiarism straightaway without discussing matters with you first. it definitely wouldn't be a nice feeling and it can really be detrimental to somebody's state of mind because you've worked hard on it, right, but then you end up getting accused of plagiarism in the end over something you didn't mean to do at all.

you've said "i hate engenes" and i am going to assume you know how messy it can get in this fandom, so rather than posting her @ and a screenshot of her story next to yours for everyone to see, maybe adress it to her privately from the start and clear things up with her personally before making posts about it and saying things like, "if you're going to copy my fic atleast do it well" because that's not nice to say. things wil only become messier if that's how you address the situation :( yk how crazy it can get on enhablr and how 'too much' they can be so it's not hard to believe that they will actually go and harrass the other person without thinking their actions through and through.

people won't focus on the , 'don't report her' , because you know once they see those receipts (the screenshots you've provided), they most definitely will run away with that and send any type of harsh thing they can say to that person to have it taken down immediately.

please i suggest you to take down the screenshots you posted and all the other uncalled for things you've said about her and the situation and continue these matters in private because it has genuinely affected her and her state of mind and i don't want it to start affecting you too from the guilt that might eat at you or the insulting things people throw in your inbox.

i do not want to see two amazing writers have a dispute over a situation that should be handled in private and not for the gaze of idiots to see and attack whoever seems 'right' or 'wrong' and have our own favourite writers get driven off of this app due to the unnecessary hate.

you really don't deserve the hate coming from her side of the followers as well so please, please ignore anything anyone says that just flat out insults you rather than thinking about what they're saying and talking about it rationally!!! please only mind those who are actually trying to see this in a non-biased light and want to help.

once again, you BOTH are very talented writers so i don't see the point in making a big fuss over this like please people and the followers on both their sides— if you see this just seriously stop sending hate because we are all here to enjoy and read from these gifted writers— not attack and throw around death threats at each other, wtf have we become :( that's not who we are so let's calm down and be kinder to one another :/

and i just want to remind everybody that it's just enjoyment and fanfiction at the end of the day, something we should do out of love and enjoyment for, so nothing is absolutely WORTH sending death threats or insults over. like be fr right now do you really think we should all have each other by the throats and threaten to kill one another online? that's so embarrassing, just please stop and look at yourselves 😭 if you think that way just please go outside and touch grass. please.

there is no need for competition to back up your favourite writers, they're both undeniably GOOD and that's that. don't make it seem like a competition or that they're trying to outdo each other and make the other seem better because they're both really impressive in their own writing.

i hope you resolve this with her privately and come to terms with this matter. that's all i'm hoping for. i wish you and her a very pleasant day.

1. It's been resolved. She has chosen to leave the platform, and I'm not sure if she would want to hear from me any further. I've spoken my piece, and she's spoken hers.

2. I'm keeping the screenshots up for a bit. If the similarities are so miniscule, then surely no one would be swayed by them. I'm not going to back down on my stance. I don't feel any guilt, either. I do feel remorse at the way I handled things, but I did not direct my followers to send her hate.

3. You're right that I wasn't nice. I've apologized for how I've approached this, and I've apologized to the writer directly.

This is the last time I answer an ask about this situation. I'm done with it. I've said all I've wanted to say.

[thequietkid-moonie]

Your writing is cute! I love reading through them all. They make me feel better everytime and I go back to reading them a lot.

If it's okay, could I request a story for My Hero Academia? fem!reader has a quirk that makes her nose grow like Pinocchio from command as opposed to lies. Her nose is invulnerable and can lift tons of weight, but it's embarrassing to her because she's often called "tengu" or "Pinocchio" would it be okay of the girls of class 1-A help talk to her and give her confidence about her quirk? Maybe help her find ways to use it to help them and others? I hope this is okay, sorry for the bloated request. I'm self conscious about my nose but I'm sure this exposes that ahaha

Class 1-A girls helping reader who have a nose quirk

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Class 1-A girls ]

[ My hero academia / Boku no hero academia ]

Im so happy that my writing comfort you so much ~ it gives me a lot of motivation!! ❤️❤️

And don't worry dear, this blog is a safe space for everyone (i'm not going to allow any kind of agression towards anyone!). I feel self conscious for my body some times too so i fully understand you, I hope this help you 💜

Remember that i always write for gender neutral

Exist all kind of quirks, some are noticible and others are not that much, some change people appearance and other have different effects. In class 1-A are an extent diversity of quirks too, and everyone is rather kindly witch others

The ones who are more probable to say something about your quirk is Bakugou by insulting you and calling you weak (nothing personal, that is how he is) or Midoriya wanting to know all about your quirk (but if you are uncomfortable he will stop and will deeply apologize)

In the class are a lot of people with quirks that affect their body, so they could understand you and they are quickly to say the good things about your quirk (Mina and Kirishima cheer for you while Midoriya rant about every good thing about it)

Still, if you prefer to relay more in the girls they will be happy to help you out, the first to approach the topic could be Momo (since she is really caring), Tsuyu (she is really observant and she will notice how insecure you are about it) and Mina (since she super cheerful, she probably do it while complimenting you)

By the very moment they notice your insecurity they will try to help you, you are their friends after all, they may even team up to cheer you and boost your confidence (thanks to Mina and Hagakure)

The more that are physicaly affected by their own quirks are Mina, Hagakure and Tsuyu, and they will gladly tell you stories about the inconveniences they've had with it or how they had made peace with their quirk and accept themself, and with that they will recommend you different things you could try to feel better with your quirk

Probably the girl how have the most similar quirk to yours is Jirou, and she could tell you her experiences about it too if that will help you (but she will do it shyly), and the other will talk to you about it too, at the end all of them will be talking about how they got their quirk, how they discovered all they can do and different funny stories about it (like fails or accidents), if you don't want to talk much about it its fine, they will wait until you are comfortable, but if you do they will happy to heard you, none of them judge you or laugh at you

This chats probably happen in sleepovers, they do it from time to time and of course you are invited over every single time. Sometimes they even make some self-care routine while talking

Uraraka, Mina and Hagakure become your own personal unofficial cheerleaders, always giving you compliments about your quirk and celebrating each improvement you have (it could be a little embarrasing at times but they always do it with the best intention)

Non of them will tolerate any offence towards you, whenever they heard someone talking bad about you or making fun of you they get defensive even if you aren't there, and this isn't just because you're insecure but because you are their friends and no one have the right to treat others like this (what kind of heroes they will be if they don't help a friend when they need it?)

Tsuyu is always honest so if you ever doubt yourself or think that they are doing all of this for some kind of pity you can ask her, she will never lie to you and will reasure you that all of them truly care for you

Momo is the more eager to help improve and find other ways to use your quirk and she will do help you if you ask her, at the end the other girls will get envolved too and they could help you while they train them too

Every time they make something to try to help you or cheer you up it always end in something really funny, and at the end all their efforts always works to help you at least to feel a little better. It could be a long road regain confidence but they aren't going to give up or lose hope in you

[briarcrawford]

Free Pre-Publishing Checklist

My last post, A Free Editing Checklist, was very well liked, and so I thought I would make a series of posts that include more checklists. I make these for myself so I don’t forget anything, but if they help others then I am more than willing to share!

This posts will be on what to do in that space between when your book is edited and you are thinking about publishing.

The Basics:

Have an audience. Ideally, you should start marketing yourself at least a year before your first book launch so that you have people who will notice when your book launches. If you don’t have an audience yet, don’t worry! Any time is a good time to start. Chat with others in your community on social media, and post regularly.

Have a newsletter. Newsletters are still important in the author world, so it is a good idea to start building a following for yours before your book is out. For myself, my blog has the ability to sign up for notifications by e-mail, so it works both as my blog and my newsletter.

Network. It is time to stop considering other writers as your competition. They are not competition, they are your community. It has been proven that when two similar business’ work together rather than as competition, it helps both of them mutually. So, work together with your writing community to help build each other up. Start chatting, start sharing the work of others, and give advice. Once you gain some writing friends, they may share your book when it is published. Just make sure you do the same for them.

Research and Ready Yourself. It is really unlikely that your first book will take off. Most self-published authors seem to say that around book 8 is where they really start making steady sales, so ready yourself for that. Read or listen to podcasts on publishing so you know what to expect so you are ready for what results may come.

Advertising funds. You may need to pay for graphics, as well as promoted posts/advertising, so consider building an advertising fund.

The Content:

Cover. It is not recommended you do your own cover since there is a lot of education needed for them. It might seem easy, but even the little things right down to the font matters. Certain fonts are hard to read for many people, while other fonts are considered cliché. If you are not comfortable in this area, this is when you should hire someone to build one for you. Bonus: Book Design Blog (Blog. Free)

Formatting. People do not like books formatted in strange ways, so either hire someone or do the research. Once again, this might seem easy, but even if the text of your book has it’s margins slightly closer to the edge of the page than normal, many people will notice. If you are doing this yourself, there are many tutorials on YouTube. In your book, don’t forget to mention your cover artist, your editor, and anyone else who has helped you. Formatting Help: Calibre and Sigil (Free. To be used together), BookDown (Free), Reedsy (Free), Smashwords (Free), Vellum (Paid), Draft2Digital (Paid), Sqribble (Paid), Affinity Publisher (Paid)

Back matter. These are the pages at the very end of the book that most commonly have a sample or advertisement for the next book. Make sure you do this, and add information on how to sign up for your newsletter.

Get Graphics. You will need graphics for preorder announcements, launch date announcements, and general advertising

Building Hype

Post often. Talk about how you are feeling about your WIP and for sure let people know when you are done.

Title reveal. Announce when you will do a title reveal, then count down. This is to help build interest in your book. Many authors use their cover but crop out everything but the title for this, or do an announcement video.

Share Art. Commission or draw art of your characters and share them. Introducing your characters like this will help people know what to expect from what you are writing.

Share Quotes. Share quotes from your book. This will give your potential readers a sample of what to expect from you.

Cover reveal. Announce when you will do a cover reveal, then count down. People love a pretty cover, so help get people excited for it by counting down. Note: it is considered polite to mention your cover artist when you do a cover reveal

Map Reveal. Commission or draw yourself a map for your world (if your story needs one) and share it.

Preorder date announcement/countdown. This one you will want to make then biggest deal out of and may want to do a promoted post when preorders go up.

Media. Consider contacting your local media(newspaper?)about your release. The worst they can say is no.

Book Spots for Guest Blogs. Some blogs will let you do guest posts where you can talk about your upcoming book.

Update your headers. The headers on social media, like twitter, can be a great place for advertising. Consider putting your release date somewhere on your header.

Order marketing swag. Like bookmarks and business cards. These are essential if you plan on selling your book in person or for book signings.

Book Trailer. Book trailers do not usually gain a lot of traffic, so I don’t suggest spending a lot of money on one, but they are still useful to have. Build one and share it with the release date at the end.

ARC. Send out advanced reader copies so your book has (honest) reviews on launch. If they are not 5 star reviews, don’t worry, they will still move your book up in the algorithms.

Signed Copy Giveaways. Consider doing a giveaway for a few signed copies(perhaps with a bookmark or other goodies you ordered) on social media. Sending your book can be costly depending on how far it has to go, but these do tend to get a lot of traction.

Launch party. Consider having a virtual launch party to celebrate the release of your book.

Book Signing. Consider doing a book signing at your local library or book store.

Donate a book. Donate a book to your local library if they will take it. Consider the cost as advertising revenue.

That is it! Think I missed anything? Please let me know!

[1nfine77]

hhahahaha i disappeared again. woops.

scripting/worldbuilding wrt dr ramble under cut. no promises for this making any sense.

anyway - i've sat down and properly started getting to grips with my script, now that i'm done with exams, and the sheer amount of worldbuilding i want to do first is... oh boy.

shifting to a modded version of a video game universe, particularly mc in this case, is an... experience in trust when you leave it all alone, i want to say, because of how many mods do not integrate with one another. you'll get add-on mods and you'll get mods that acknowledge one another or will use one another's components, but in terms of the story or base mechanics of each mod, you tend to end up with a lot of disparate parts with their own separate and unrelated progressions and ways of dealing with base game things. in order to progress through two progression-based mods, you need to do them at the same time or else you'll be at end-game with one and then returning to square-zero in order to do anything with the other.

(better yet, you'll get mods with conflicting storylines or progressions, where trying to build a world where you focus on one will, on an in-game story level, lock you out of another, or where doing two mods at once will essentially mean you're tokyo drifting across what are essentially two very different belief systems without ever really trying to cohere them. which is whatever, but it does me in.)

or you'll get one mod completely overpowering another in terms of what it can achieve, and i want to level the playing field a bit and make some things more powerful and others less in order to counterbalance this a little. or at least have one be a natural progression of another, or have this one thing be useful in this case but in the general case, this other thing is preferred, etc etc.

and since i'm here with notion in front of me, i may as well grapple with the problem i have just noticed and shape a solution for it myself rather than leaving it up to chance.

(i also have like... ten separate 'magic systems'* i want to try to develop as different explanations for and beliefs surrounding the same or similar sets of phenomena**, each with their own key figures in their development, but... fuck, that's a task, i've realised lmao, especially because i am dealing, in the dr, with a truckload of forgotten and lost history due to the nature of the dr.)

i essentially need to deconstruct every single component of what makes up my dr and decide, on a case-by-case basis, whether to synthesise it with a previously unrelated part of a different component, dismiss it entirely (either because i don't like it or because it doesn't fit), treat it as its own phenomenon or adjust it so that it no longer leans on cr-related, and therefore dr-foreign, concepts.

and again - there is technically no need for me to fight with this. but i'm here and i may as well, and having the extra bit of knowledge of where i'm headed is likely going to help.

honestly my entire script sucks because of these... major oversights. sure, i have changed major mechanics on the way, which doesn't help, but then there's things like this that are genuine sandpaper to my brain. i visualise myself doing a specific thing in my dr and get taken completely out of it by the hard-clash of that thing and some other fucking thing from another fucking mod, both of which apparently sit comfortably in the same universe from which they both originated (anything that can be explained from 'idk it came from outer space/another dimension/etc.' is being left that way thanks).

this is a long-winded way to say that i may as well write a book at this point if i am going to be this fucking bent on logical consistency in a god damn fantasy setting. if i get too in the weeds with this and start going down the rabbit hole of conlangs, and then trying to make creole languages out of those conlangs, then i guess i better give up and admit i'm subconsciously trying to be tolkien.

*oh - and i finally realised, after four fucking years of being bent on the same exact dr, that no, the laws of physics and reality will be different there than they are here, and so what i am seeing as a magic system may well be equivalent in sense and rationality (with regards to explaining external phenomena) to. idk. physics. wards - as in, physical unopenable doors and literal invisible barriers - may well be as common and usual as fucking gravity, and it's my cr headspace - and the way these things are treated in the mod, honestly - that's making that complicated for me.

**i do have some 'magic systems' that touch on, like, specifically plants, or specifically astrology, that i can pretty much leave alone because they have their own... spheres of influence that other systems don't really interact with, but even with these i want some mutual acknowledgement.

[yihrae]

Celeste Birthday

I had a blast today! Today, Celeste celebrated her 20th birthday. We prepared $100 worth of grab vouchers as a gift. On the morning of the birthday itself, I bought flowers and arranged them to gift to her later. I had bought the wrapping paper for the flowers earlier. Strangely, the auntie gave me a different pricing when I bought two pieces of paper instead of one, but this detail is not relevant to the story. Anyway! So Chris, Zheng Long and I took a grab to her birthday from my house (it was a Tampines). Upon arriving, I greeted the usual suspects (Raine, Ting, Isa and Sheralyn) (not really usual suspects but wtv). We started socialising and then paused because Chris, Zheng Long and I needed to write on the card. I wrote a rather long message for Celeste. She deserves it anyway.

Soon after the party commenced, we cut the cake. Isa had to leave early for emix. Just as we took the photos and were about to cut the cake, Celeste informed us that she actually dislikes birthday songs as she finds them cringey. Thus, she asked for a birthday rap instead. I immediately begin to craft the rap. She asked for only six lines since six was her favourite number (or something). After which, she gave me permissions to send the completed verse that I had written in one minute to the group chat. I started to rap out loud... After one bar, a guy from SJI immediately violently screamed in protest saying there was no way he was rapping this. So, we collectively decided to turn it into a poem instead. The structure was similar regardless. What ended up happening was that I would write one line of the poem, and people would then recite it after me (like a pledge... or a cult). It was as follows:

Happy birthday to Celeste You’re better than the rest We know you're an amazing person Everyone here can attest So happy birthday to you Wishing you the best through and through

Pretty funny honestly. To give myself some credit, I came up with this in 60 seconds... so it may be limited in quality and creativity. But regardless, it sufficed!!

I also brought my cookies to the party. Celeste's boyfriend (Sid) said that they were INSANELY good, which frankly, touched my heart. I think I'm just a words of affirmation person. After the cake cutting, I noticed one of Celeste's friends had started to get quite drunk. They were drinks at the party and Enzo was supposed to the bartender -- however, I suppose one disadvantage is that as the bartender you end up near the drinks all the time, so perhaps that was why he constantly had his bottoms up. Anyway, he starts sharing (in a dramatic fashion) two stories. One story is about how he pushed some guy down the stairs in 2020 (during which Sid calls the guy on the phone to verify this (spoiler: it was true)), and he describes that the person had warranted being pushed down the stairs because he had grabbed Enzo's ass. Because of this harassment, Enzo had pushed him down the stairs. Enzo described his victim (or predator) as rather large, so he said he bounced down the stairs (with the sound effects boing boing boing). He said that the guy upon falling down 20 stairs, had gotten up and started chasing him. But just then, Enzo had utilised the stair railings to slide down and whizz past him. The way he described this whole sequence of events was absolutely comical. Later he says that the phone of the guy he pushed had broke since it was residing in his back pocket when he fell down stairs.

The next story deserves its own paragraph. This story is infamously known as The Embassy. He tells it like this: Enzo is at Cherries getting drunk and going wild. He requires the bathroom but as we know, the bathroom at Cherries is miniature so there is a snaking queue to it. Hence, Enzo decides to head to the neighbouring building to pee. He describes (with his hands covering the area between his legs) how he looked in the lift, shaking and in desperate need to pee. He then asks us "Normally you'd think that each building would have it's own toilet right?" to which we respond yes. Then, he explains this one didn't have a toilet. So, while searching for one, he encounters this dark staircase which he thought was completely deserted, since upon entering the staircase the light didn't automatically turn on (or something). He then pisses in the staircase... Afterwards, he exits the building, jubilant that he has relieved himself when he is suddenly stopped by the security auntie. He proceeds to do a shocking accurate impression of how a auntie who worked as a security guard would question whether you had pissed in the stairs (she had seen it through the CCTV). His brilliant mind decides to pretend to be Spanish. He starts saying "No Hablo Anglais". Eventually, the cops arrive, and they grab him by the waist and his two arms. He then decides to pretend he is dead. By flopping to the ground and appearing lifeless. The police then start spraying water on him and basically suffocating him (I'm not sure why, perhaps to rouse him??). After playing dead for 1.5 hours, his friends walk by and upon seeing him on the ground, go "Oh that's my friend." He then mimics the deadpan/disbeliving expression of why his friends would say such a thing when the police were surrounding him and he was playing dead (lying on the floor for the past 90 minutes). The police question them since they said Enzo is their friend, and they then explain "Oh yeah, Enzo is full Singaporean. Yeah, he speaks English". Enzo obviously couldn't believe he was getting ratted out. In order to sell the act, he then pretends to wake up half-consciously... EVENTUALLY, the truck for the Spanish Embassy arrives. And Enzo, in his drunken mind, formulates the brilliant plan. He thinks to himself: since embassies for foreign nations are often at Nassim, and since he associates Nassim with the forests (???) he thinks to himself, he's just gonna jump into the forest and make a run for it while the truck is moving. To his dismay, it turns out the Spanish embassy was on the same road he had collapsed on. So the drive was like 2 minutes... anyway, apparently Sid arrives, and convinces them to drop the charges, telling them that his mother had beat him as a child and that he had a broken family. Anyway, the way in which this whole story was told was so animated and was honestly so funny I don't think I can ever forget Spanish Embassy.

So, after all the stories, I get to talk to some of Celeste's friends a bit more. I realise that I actually click pretty well with all of them. They seem to be similar to me in a sense given they're not fully Singaporean and they sorta have a foreign-ish background. I suppose that might be why my parents were so deadset on sending me to an international school when I was younger (they are all from SJI International). Perhaps they knew the people at International schools would be more similar to me and would share similar experiences. Anyway, we talked about school, CIS, NTU, Singapore, passports and everything in between. It was honestly a great conversation and I was only saddened by the fact it hadn't all lasted longer.

Anyway, that more or less concludes the day. It was so so so fun and I'm so glad I got to go. To great days ahead :)

[latin-dr-robotnik]

SonAmy 2020 Valentine’s Day special

By this point of the year, Sonic usually prepares himself for a barrage of flirty comments, love-related gifts... and also for Amy’s love comments. Even if he ends up feeling quite nervous and unconfortable around the pink hedgehog’s advances during what she calls “dates”, Sonic has come to expect these types of actions from Amy, and in the end, he quite likes them. 

“There’s something rather special about [Amy’s] actions, I think they are... cute? No, no, that wasn’t the word I was looking... are you going to leave this part out of the interview, right? ...right?” Sonic once stated during an interview with a Sonic news site.

This year though there were no major plans for a Valentine’s Day date. Sonic, feeling quite confused and concerned, took this lack of planning as an alarming sign of Amy maybe giving up on years of fruitless dates, and so in the afternoon of Valentine’s Day, he built up enough courage to show at her apartment on Station Square carrying a rose, some cookies Tails made on his behalf, and a copy of one of his favorite movies, because he didn’t actually know what to bring to watch.

“Okay...” Sonic thought to himself, as he nervously reached for Amy’s doorbell. “Here goes nothing.”

As he waited for Amy to respond, he took notice of some loud muffled sound coming from one of the apartments. 

“Is that what I think it is?” Sonic put a hand to his left ear, trying to listen closely to that bumping sound.

“Sonic? Is that you?” Amy was calling from the intercom, with an agitated tone. “I’m opening the door, come over, quickly!”

Her voice was almost drown out by the loud music in the background, but Sonic catched everything she said. “What’s gotten into her?” He let out a small sigh as he opened the door, but he won’t admit that part of him felt quite aliviated when she responded with that much enthusiasm.

As Sonic reached Amy’s apartment and opened the door, the music became clearer and clearer. Soon he found himself in Amy’s living room, staring at her dancing with the biggest of smiles and holding a square box of candy like a microphone.

When she noticed him, she quickly reached for his hand. “Hey! You brought something?” She grabbed Sonic’s stuff as he got more and more intimidated by her extreme happiness. “Just leave them on the couch, quickly! Come here, let’s sing!”

Sonic opened his eyes in shock. “S-sing? H-hey you know I-I’m not good at t-that! No way!”

Amy shook her head from side to side, “No excuses! C’mon! Another road that we must traveeeel~”

Sonic groaned. 

“Amyyyy...” 

He was standing rather stiff in the middle of the living room, trying to avoid eye contact with her as she kept her happy dancing routine.

“I know you loooveee this soooong~” She teased, and gave him the empty box she was using. “Here, c’mon the chorus is about to staaaart!”

“...okay.”

“I knew you couldn’t stand still forever! Okay! ‘Cause now I know THAT I NEED YOU EVERY DAYYYY!”

As her singing got louder -but still very clear and lovely- Sonic finally gave up to her wishes, started moving a little bit more to the beat, and provided backing vocals during the chorus of the song...

“You are the one that makes me feel so hiiiiiiiiigh (Just like the diamonds in the sky!)

I never want to hear you say goodbyyyyeeee (Cause you’re my diamond in the sky!)”

As they kept singing, Sonic quickly lost track of himself, not realizing that he was holding her hands and spining and jumping around together...

“C’mon, once again!” Amy exclaimed, filled with joy.

“You are the one that makes me feel so hiiiiiigh (Just like the diamonds in the sky!) I never want to hear you say goodbyyyyeee (Cause you’re my diamond in the skyyyyyy!)”

“Ohh... wooow... I’m feeling quite...” After that bit of singing, Sonic started to snap back into reality. “Ah! What was I doing!” He dropped Amy’s hands and fell on the couch.

Amy kept singing, now in front of him, holding the empty box once again and with a hand on her waist.

“Where do all the rainbows go?” She was getting closer to him, Sonic just watched, still agitated.

“To somewhere, I don’t know” She moved her hand from the waist to point at a random site.

“Wherever it is...” She winked at him, “I want to go ...with you.”

Sonic didn’t realize he was blushing, as he kept staring at her eyes.

“Where...” He hesitated for a moment, but Amy quickly lowered the volume to hear what he had to say. “Where did you learn to sing that well?”

Amy blushed as well with such a strong compliment coming from none other than Sonic the fricking Hedgehog.

“You... you didn’t know?” At first she sounded cute, but she wasn’t able to hold her laughing for too long. “Ohhh, Sonic! We’ve known each other for sooo much and you never knew about my singing?”

Sonic felt offended. “Well.” He crossed his arms, looking away as he kept blushing, “One time I give you a compliment and you’re making fun of me!”

"Haha! I’m not making fun of you, silly!” Amy smiled, as he found his position to be quite cute. “I’m just saying you have to spend more time knowing me!” 

She grew even more confident with every second. “Besides, I noticed the way you looked at me while we were singing, that’s the look of someone who enjoyed himself a loooot~”

Sonic was the literal opposite of Amy, with his ego hurt, and growing more insecure each moment as he started to curl on the couch. “I-I just got c-carried away, o-okay!?” Then he whispered to himself. “I felt different, I-I felt so warm and fuzzy inside”

Amy put her hands to her chest, giving him a tender look. “Hey, it’s alright. There’s nothing wrong about the way you acted, don’t worry. We were having some unique fun, am I right?”

Sonic slowly nodded, as he started to open himself up a little more.

“C’mon.” Amy lend her right hand towards him. “The chorus is about to start again, are you ready for round two? Don’t leave me hangiiiiing~”

Sonic looked at her hand, then smiled at her. “I won’t.”

[[[BONUS]]]

[Seeing how I got carried by the previous scene, I decided I want to elaborate a little more]

“Ooof! Man that was quite the show!” Sonic exclaimed, rather exhausted. “But look at the time! It’s getting dark already and the only thing we did is dancing!”

“So? What’s the problem with that?” Amy asked, as she was walking towards the music player.

“Well... I thought you wanted me to pick you up, maybe have some tea and then you would propose one of your weird dates and I would say ‘no way!’ and you would get your hammer out so we go out but the date gets interrupted by Eggman doing his...” Sonic interrupted himself as he noticed what Amy was doing. “Hey, hey, hey! Are you going to do what I think you’re going to do?”

Amy gave him the smug look. “Are you going to stop me from doing it~?”

Sonic pointed his finger at her in a flash. “AMY ROSE, I SWEAR IF YOU PUT ONE MORE SONIC R SONG...”

“Yeah?”

“...I won’t sing with you anymore.”

“Is that so? Let’s see if you can stand still for the next four minutes” And she started playing another Sonic R song.

“Oh no, not that one!” Sonic exclaimed as he instantly recognized the song. His feet also couldn’t resist to move with the beat.

“Heh, I know it’s your favorite~”

“It seems like it’s yours as well... agh, stupid feet! Stop moving!”

“Resistance is futile, Soooniiiic~”

For the next half minute or so Sonic tried to resist, but soon enough he gave up, sprung up from the couch, and picked another candy box from a nearby table, this one still full.

By this point, Amy was already singing and looking at him at every step of the way.

“When the time has come

I don't want you to run

You know that you're the only oneeeeee”

Sonic joined just in time for the chorus, but this time he sung alongside her, probably even louder as both stared at each other, smiling.

“All I need is you! 

For always and forever!

All you need is meee! 

Remember when I say...

All we need is love! 

For us to be together!”

Suddenly, he got very close to her, almost touching foreheads.

“’Cause you’re my number oneeeeeeee!”

Then, Sonic backed out a bit, feeling he might have gotten a little too close to confort.

“Oh, wow, I’m sorry” He was blushing again, looking down and to the side. “Y-you know it’s my favorite and I’ve been enjoying this time but I-I think it’s finally t-time for m-me to g-go...”

Amy interrupted him, before he could move away further, she held his arm with one hand and pulled his chin towards her with the other.

“Just shut up and kiss me now.”