#OOOOOPS THIS GOT LONG

[valorums]

YOUR MUSE’S MANY LAYERS

respond to the prompts with your muse in mind.

LAYER    001    :    THE    OUTSIDE.  

* NAME:   Shi’al Finis Valorum

* EYE COLOUR: Cerulean Blue

* HAIR STYLE  /  COLOUR:  Curls of golden sunshine that cascade in a waterfall down her back, extending beyond her shoulders.

* HEIGHT:   5′3″

* CLOTHING STYLE: During the twilight of the republic, Shi’al favors elegant attire with pastel color palettes and floral imagery. When Shi’al becomes PRESS SECRETARY, as mentioned in previous posts, her wardrobe mirrors Sidious’s own; she only dons black or red attire from the point of Order Sixty-Six onward.

* BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE:   A piercing gaze of cerulean blue, simultaneously so full of life that she becomes forever young and so haunted that one could easily ascertain that she has already lived a thousand lifetimes.

LAYER    002    :    THE    INSIDE.

* FEARS: Shi’al’s fears are numerous, but above all else reigns LONELINESS. Growing up in the world of the fine arts, where she told fairytales through ballet and opera, had a PROFOUND EFFECT on her psyche that resulted in the manifestation of this fear as an immense anxiety that she will never find true love. She knows that the fear is childish and she knows that romantic love isn’t the only form of love, but this fear still eats away at her for many years prior to the rise of the Empire.

* GUILTY PLEASURE:  Gossip. Shi’al is aware of the potential of gossip to be mean-spirited and cruel; however, she cannot help but keep her eyes and ears peeled for the latest gossip amongst the Coruscant elite. Eventually, her peers recognize her as someone who knows everything about everyone — if there’s something happening, she knows the full breadth of the situation. This is naturally a godsend during the Galactic Empire’s cutthroat rule, where it becomes every man for himself.

* BIGGEST PET PEEVE: False promises. If you make a promise to her, keep it.

* AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE: Prior to the rise of the Empire, Shi’al desperately wishes to achieve the EQUALITY and ABOLITION of enslavement that she has been working towards her whole life. However, after she defects from the Empire, she’ll settle for PEACE.

LAYER    003    :    THOUGHTS.

* FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP: The day ahead. Shi’al is a busy woman, and she must remain constantly aware of WHAT IS NEXT.

* WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST:  Although much occupies her crowded thoughts, they are nevertheless dominated by DAYDREAMS. Sometimes, she is so swept up in the throes of a daydream that it seems as though she is in another world entirely. When she is not daydreaming, THE ARTS occupy her mind.

* WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED: If she is not caught in the grasp of daydreams, then she will either review the day’s events — or ponder what lies ahead in her future.

* WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS: She’s not sure.

LAYER    004    :    WHAT’S    BETTER?

* SINGLE OR GROUP DATES:   Single Dates — it’s a better way to get to know prospective partners.

* TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED: Loved, because it is from love that respect can be borne.

* BEAUTY OR BRAINS:  Brains. Although Shi’al considers herself a connaisseur of beautiful souls, she is also aware that aesthetic appearance isn’t everything. More often than not, there is more to someone than the facade that they don in public. Nothing is as it seems.

* DOGS OR CATS: How dare you make her suffer from having to do such an impossible choice?

LAYER    005    :    DO    THEY…

* LIE:    House Valorum is a political powerhouse whose legacy stretches back a thousand years, and she grew up calling politicians her closest acquaintances. When this is coupled with the reality that she must LIE TO SURVIVE as a double agent for the Rebel Alliance, of course she lies.

* BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES:   It is complicated, for confidence is something that she falsely projects yet struggles to maintain.

* BELIEVE IN LOVE:   How could one such as herself not believe in love, when their very career consists of performing fairytales every night for a live audience? Shi’al is a wholehearted believer in true love, and she is also a gentle soul who loves most everyone she meets. After all, only a soul such as this would be able to forgive Darth Tyranus for his brutal torture. In her eyes, everyone deserves compassion and everyone is worthy of experiencing love.

* WANT SOMEONE: She has always yearned for a KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR to sweep her off her feet and give her a romance straight from the pages of a fairytale, so perhaps, the answer is yes.

LAYER    006    :    HAVE    THEY    EVER…

* BEEN ON STAGE:   As a BALLET DANCER and OPERA STAR, she will often joke that her entire life has been spent on stage. Thus, she has indeed been on stage, and considers the Coruscant Opera House a second home.

* CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN:  It was an UNFORTUNATE NECESSITY to survive in the political scene of the empire. If she had remained who she was before Emperor Palpatine’s reign, the vultures that she called her colleagues would’ve eaten her alive.

LAYER    007    :    FAVORITES.

* FAVOURITE COLOUR:  Blush Pink, Gold, Lavender, Crimson Red, Silver

* FAVOURITE ANIMAL:   Dove

* FAVOURITE BOOK:   Assuming that our world’s literature exists in the Star Wars universe, Shi’al would answer either Shakespeare’s Macbeth or Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice if asked this question.

* FAVOURITE GAME: Chess.

LAYER    008    :    AGE.

* DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE:  May Sixteenth.

* HOW OLD WILL THEY BE:   Universe and Timeline Dependent.

LAYER    009  :   FINISH    THE    SENTENCE.

* I LOVE: Life itself. There are so many beautiful things to experience in our galaxy, don’t you think?

* I FEEL: Hunted. Every single day, the enemies that I have made are hunting me down, plotting somewhere to end my life. There is never a moment’s peace; I must always look over my shoulder to make sure that I am safe. This is the life I must lead — the only way to escape it is to be silent, and I must not ever allow myself to be SILENCED. Silence is compliance with oppression. I abhor oppression.

* I HIDE: Bitter envy of the romances that others experience. Envy does nothing but DESTROY, and I want to BUILD OTHERS UP rather than TEAR THEM DOWN. Still, it eats away at my heart. Sometimes, I must also hide just how POWERLESS I feel to enact meaningful change.

* I MISS: Blissful ignorance. If only I could go back in time to the wonderful days before I knew that my godfather was a MONSTER.

* I WISH: for freedom. I don’t want to be a puppet anymore — it makes me feel trapped.

TAGGED BY no one.

TAGGING @misfittcd (Lahani), @nieithryn (Calista), @k4ssa (Cassian), @stars-written (Nil-Rae), @frxncaise (Angélique), @wornkindness (Amelia), @mayxthexforce (Rajeev), @unwaivering (Seth), @vendettavalor (Aurelia), @divinehr (Priscilla), AND YOU.

#OOOOOPS THIS GOT LONG #I wanted to dig deep into her character and this presented the perfect chance to do so #⠇ dashboard game ⠇ ━━━ the latest gossip in coruscant #⠇ headcanons ⠇ ━━━ the songbird trapped in a golden cage

[joelmillersmunch]

cruel summer (dbf!joel miller x chubby/curvy!f!reader)

Summary: After being away for five years, you've returned home for the summer. Joel doesn't expect to see you tonight. He doesn't mean to stare, really.

Ratings/Warnings: E. MDNI. NSFW. NO OUTBREAK. modern! au. dad's best friend! au. age gap (reader is 25, joel is in his 40s) curvy reader. reader's mother is awful. reader struggles with self image and insecurities. reader and joel flirt. reader gets touchy with joel. masturbation (m). joel can't stop staring at reader. I HOPE I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ANYTHING.

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: Soooo, I'm dabbling with the idea of making this into some kind of short series. Let me know what you think! I hope you enjoy! Please ignore any grammar or typos. I didn't spend much timed editing. Ooooops.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Joel knows he should be ashamed, gawking across the room at his best buddy’s kid. Except you weren’t a kid anymore. You weren’t the same 20 year old, sophomore-in-college girl he met when he moved across the street from your family five years ago. You were so much more now. A gorgeous grown version of the girl he had met only a handful of times before you left for the fall semester. 

You hadn’t been back since, having gone on some fantastic trips abroad over the summers to expand your studies. You graduated about a year ago with your bachelor’s degree and have been enjoying post grad life with your friends. You decided to come home for the summer, having been so long since you’ve been back to Austin. It’s been two weeks since then, and he only got a brief glance from his window when you pulled in, jumping out to embrace your parents. 

He had no idea you’d be here tonight. The crowded dive bar was Joel’s normal Friday night spot, usually accompanied by Tommy and some of their other crewmates. Joel had texted your dad an invite, completely forgetting about the fact you’d come back into town. Your dad walks in first, a huge grin on his face as he makes way to the table Joel is seated at.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I brought some company,” He says, stepping aside to reveal the fact you had joined him tonight. Joel’s breath catches when he sees you for the first time, covering it up with a fake cough. 

“Mr. Miller, so nice to see you again! It’s been so long!” You say brightly, reaching for an embrace. You feel so soft in his arms. Joel quickly tries to compose himself, but your voice entrances him. It’s so grown, so sexy. He can’t help himself from breathing your perfume in a little harder than he probably should have. Oranges and lime, the beach, summer, sunshine. It made him dizzy in the best way, a refreshing hug of aroma encasing him. 

“Hi, sweetie. Welcome home, nice to have you back.” He says, releasing you. You have a big, beautiful smile plastered on your lips and agree that it’s nice to be back. 

“I’m gonna go get a drink,” Your dad cuts in, turning to face you. Saying your name, he asks if you want to join him. “I know they don’t have the wine stuff you usually get, but any daughter of mine can drink a beer!” He finishes, teasingly wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leading you to the bar. Joel can hear you complaining to your dad, furiously telling your dad you know they wouldn’t have wine here. He laughs and turns back to his beer. 

So here he is, thirty minutes later, watching you from the bar. He’d offer to buy the next round after you very proudly proved to be your father’s daughter and downed your first beer like it was nothing. He watched you while he waited for the handful of beers as you hovered over the vintage looking jukebox. A wide grin spreads across your face when you find the song you were looking for, and a folky-banjo country song plays loudly from the speakers. Joel thanks the bartender after paying, and takes the tray of beers back to the table as you find your way back with him. 

“I can’t believe they have this song!” You exclaim, happily taking one of the beers from Joel and taking a big swig. Joel and your dad laugh at you and you look at them confused.

“It’s 2024 here too, sweetie. Don’t know why you’re so surprised. That jukebox is brand new, it just looks that way to fit in better here.” You dad says, chuckling with a shake of his head. You roll your eyes at him and take a seat next to Joel, across from your dad.  

“You know what? You can sit by yourself now, Dad. Joel here won’t be rude to me, now will ya, Joel?” You say, jokingly patting his arm as you lightly rest your head against his shoulder. Joel’s eyes go wide, and your dad breaks out in a bark of a laugh.

“Oh, yeah. Cause Joel’s such a big softie,” Your dad says, taking a swig of his beer. You laugh and release him, allowing Joel to finally breathe again. “When’s Tommy getting here, Joel?” Your dad asks.

“Oh, uh, didn’t plan on inviting ‘em tonight. Was gonna see if you wanted to go watch the game at my place after this, but..” He trails off, trying to politely hint to your dad that things are different now that you’re here. Not that Joel minds, but you probably don’t wanna go back to his place and hang out with two old dudes watching baseball all night. Joel accidentally catches your eye, and quickly looks away before you can catch on. 

“What? Before you knew that I was coming?” You ask with a light laugh. “I can watch baseball! But if you two don’t want me hanging around, I can just walk home. It’s not like I live across town.” You joke. 

“No, it’s not that!” Joel says, not wanting you to feel like a nuisance. “I just figured you didn’t want to hang out with these ol’ guys all night.” He finishes, giving your dad a friendly shove on his shoulder. 

“No, I don’t mind! But please tell me you have something better than this beer at your place?” You ask, an exaggerated pleading look on your face. Joel can’t help but laugh and offer you an apologetic smile. 

“Sorry, darlin’. Welcome home, I guess.” He says and the three of you make your way out of the bar. 

When the three of you arrive at Joel's place you’re already pretty tipsy. You’re laughing at a stupid joke your dad made as you stumble into the house. Joel rests a hand on your shoulder trying to steady you. You lean into his embrace and sigh out a thanks. 

“You okay, kiddo? You sure you don’t wanna head home? I can walk you over there and come back,” Your dad says, a concerned look on his face once Joel has you seated on the couch.

“I’m fiiiiine,” You say, waving him off. “Joel, could I have some water?”

“Of course, darlin’,” He says, rising from his chair. “I’ll grab it for you. Do you want anything while I’m up?” He finishes, looking at your dad who declines. He walks into the kitchen, leaving you and your dad alone in Joel’s living room. 

“Didn’t realize you were such a lightweight, honey,” Your dad says with a chuckle. 

“I’m not usually, but I don’t know…” You start, immediately sobering up at his remark. “Lately, I’ve been struggling with my self image. I think all the drinking has something to do with it.” You pause, looking at your dad’s shocked expression which causes you to scowl at him. “Oh, don’t act so surprised. Mom made sure to let me know that she noticed my weight gain.” You finish with an eye roll.

“She said that?” Your dad asks, a certain tone in his voice you didn’t recognize. 

“Yeah, when you brought my bags into the house for me when I first got back. I just figured she told you or you had noticed too,” You say, crossing your arms over your waist. 

“Honey, you know I think that you’re beautiful. You are just growing into your adult body. I can’t believe your mother would say something like that to you! I don’t know what her problem is lately..” He says trailing off. He coughs to cover up the tension when Joel reenters the living room, handing your dad a beer.

“You know me so well,” Your dad says, chipper as ever. 

Joel can’t help but overhear your conversation from the kitchen. It’s a small house, for christ's sake! But that doesn’t help make him feel any less guilty while he listens to your vulnerable conversation with your dad. He had to admit, he was a bit surprised at how drunk you got off just two beers, but he’s not one to judge. It all made sense now, and he can’t believe your own mother would say that to you. No one should speak that way to their own daughter, but especially to you. Joel always thought your mom was a bit insufferable, and now he knows he was right all along. 

He loves your figure. The way your jeans curved over your hips and ass. The softness to your cheeks and arms. He will dream about roaming his hands over your waist and legs tonight. For now, he has to interrupt this very personal conversation between a father and his daughter. His friend and his daughter. His friend’s daughter. Joel sighs, grabbing a beer and hoping he doesn’t embarrass anyone.

After about an hour and a glass of water later, you’re fully sober and mindlessly scrolling on your phone as your dad and Joel watch the game. Well, as Joel watches the game and your dad snores softly in the recliner. Joel is sitting next to you, his eyes never leaving the TV. At least, that’s what you thought. In reality, Joel can’t stop checking you out from the corner of his eye. The way you’d laugh at something on your phone and then bite your lip to suppress a smile when you realized you laughed a bit louder than you meant to. God, he needed a beer. 

“I’m gonna go grab another beer. Need anythin’?” He asks, standing up. The feeling of your warmth and smell of your perfume invading his head, intoxicating him. You look up at him and smile, shaking your head no. He nods and quickly leaves to the kitchen. He leans over the sink, hands on the counter and dropping his head. Breathing in and out, he tries to calm his fucking dick. The way you looked up at him, beautiful eyes burning with attention. He wanted to kiss you, leave your eyes wide in surprise. Fuck, this is a problem, AND his dick won’t get soft. He continues to calm his breathing when he feels a tap on his shoulder, his stomach dropping at the contact. He turns to face you, a worn out smile on his face. 

“Oh, you startled me, darlin’,” He says. You give him a coy smile, shaking your empty glass. 

“I realized I did need something.” You say, stepping closer so that your bodies are touching. Your fronts nearly rubbing as you lean over him, chest bumping against his arms as you turn the faucet on to get more water. He breathes in a sharp breath, your scent invading him again.

“Now, sweetheart…” He says as you move closer, standing so that one of your legs is in between his thighs, and the other on the opposite side of his leg. You were almost straddling him, sipping your water back. You cock an eyebrow at him, a trail of water sneaking past the cup and sliding down your chin. He closes his eyes and breathes out, feeling you move to rub against him. He opens his eyes to see you smirking back at him, finishing the rest of your water in a final drink. You lean back over him, chests bumping into each other. You place the glass in the sink, jumping when you feel him wrap his arms around you.

“Thank you, Mr. Miller. I feel so..refreshed now.” You say, lifting up to whisper in his ear. “But you want to know what else I need?”

He feels you grind into his leg, looking up to stare you in the eyes. You’re smirking at him, and he feels himself flush.  He’s so hard it feels like he won’t ever get soft again. You pat a hand over his cock through his jeans, a satisfied look on your face when he grunts at your touch. A loud snore from the living room snaps you and Joel back into reality, and about 6 inches away from each other. You look at him and laugh. 

“Maybe next time?” You ask, and leave him in the kitchen. He needs to come, now. He plans to make a phony excuse to you to go to the bathroom when he enters the living room, just to see you raising your dad from his slumber. 

“Sorry ‘bout that, Joel. Long day, I guess.” Your dad says, patting Joel on the shoulder as the two of you make your way out of the house. You turn to look back at Joel, a smile on your face.

 He watches as you enter your own house. He pretends to not notice for the first time that your room faces his own. He pretends that he can still feel your hips dip into his. He pretends that it’s your hands on his hardened cock, thumbing over the swollen tip. He pretends he can still smell your perfume on your neck as your chest rubbed against his forearm. He pretends he doesn’t like the way you called him “Mr. Miller.” He pretends you’re watching him from your window. He pretends he can feel your eyes scanning over him as he thrusts into his fist. He pretends it’s your mouth. He pretends to see your shocked expression, eyes wide as he comes. He pretends it’s all over your face. With a groan, he grabs a rag and cleans himself up. So much for pretending.

A/N: dividers by @saradika-graphics thanks so much!!

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[love-me-satoru]

Triple Thread

satosugu x reader 🫶

warnings-sugu being mean,office sex,pussy eating, teasing the good stuffs

a/n: ooooop! i love this one mostly because i love satoru and suguru

smuuut under the cut 🫶

You’ve been secretly dating Gojo and Geto for a few months now. You’re all teachers at Jujustu Tech. The only other person who knows about your relationship is your best friend Shoko.

But every time two of you got some free time you always end up in each others offices. either it be a quickly or a make out session.

This time suguru was the one who trapped you. Pulling you into his office he nearly slams you against the door hands roaming your body to your waist.

“God i missed you”

“You same this morning sugu..”

“And? I still missed you”

He’s slowly kissing behind your ear down to your neck you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. You wrap your fingers in his hair.

“Please fuck me sugu..”

He picks you up taking you to his desk. He’s missing you hard pulling you to him.

“I wanna taste you baby”

“Hurry please..”

He drops to his knees and pulls off your panties licking a long stripe from your hold to your clit. grabbing your clit with his teeth. sucking hard

“Oh my god sugu!”

“Shush baby. You don’t want to get caught right?”

He goes back to sucking your clit and slowly eases one finger inside you. You cover your own mouth knowing you’ll only get louder. you start squirming trying to close your legs around his head.

“Gunna cum sugu!”

“Cum for me baby”

You’re pulling his messy bun to pull him closer to your cunt he’s just lapping all of your juices softly moaning his name. You tug his hair to get him to come back to you. You pull him into a hot kiss savoring your juices on his tongue.

“Please sugu.. i can’t wait anymore” you said whining

“I got you princess”

He pulls out his hard cock already leaking precum he softly taps your clit with his tip and slowly runs it through your pink folds

“Stop teasing me sugu”

He slowly eases himself inside of you forcing out such pretty sounds from the both of you. Suguru starts slowly pumping his cock inside of you and lazily starts running your clit. when he starts to pick up the pace your phone starts ringing. Knowing exactly who it was from the special ringtone you wanted to ignore it but Suguru had other plans. He starts going faster.

“Answer it.”

“He can wait sugu.. Please.”

His hips still slowly starting to pull out.

“You answer it now or I stop completely”

You’re whining and picked up your phone answering it you hear his voice.

“Hey baby! what took you so long to answer?”

“Hi toru.. i just wasn’t by my phone..”

Suguru just starts slamming into you fully filling you up which causes you to yelp.

“Are you okay baby.?”

“I’m fine toru..” Trying to hold back your moans.

As Satoru starts talking about random things Suguru whispers in your ear

“Let’s see how long you can last princess” he lets out a soft laugh.

You’re literally losing your mind. You’re not paying attention to anything Satoru is saying to focused on Suguru’s abuse on your cunt. He’s getting rougher and tugging in your clit. you pulled the phone away from your face to let out a soft moan.

Suguru mouths “No cheating”

You pull the phone back to your face when Suguru smirked at you and grabbed your hard nipple through your shirt which made you break.

You let out a broken moan. “Suguru!”

Satoru mumbles through the phone “Suguru?”

You’re already caught you just let out more moans. He’s still snapping his hips into yours letting out scattered laughs.

“Y’all are having fun without me?” Satoru acting shocked.

“Sorry.. Toru-“

You said moaning out the call ends abruptly. You dropped the phone when Suguru pulls you into another kiss. Next thing you know you hear the door open and there stands Satoru.

“You really need to lock the door Sugu.”

“Shut up Satoru and get over here.”

He shuts the door and locks it before making his way to Suguru. Suguru pulls Satoru into a heated kiss. you’re staring in awe whining feeling a little left out. Satoru sits next to you pulling you into a make out session.

“She’s so pretty like this huh Satoru?”

“Of course.”

He’s smirking and runs his hand down to your clit it’s starting to become too much

“Wanna cum please.. Sugu.. Please. Toru.. Please..”

“Oooh should we let her cum Suguru?”

“Hm.. I don’t know Satoru.”

You’re nodding your head up and down.

“Should we let you cum baby?”

“Yes!Yes!Yes! Please. please! Let me cum!”

“Go ahead baby cum for us.”

Satoru is rubbing your clit viciously as Suguru’s thrusts are getting sloppy

“Oh my god! i’m cumming!”

Satoru pulls you into another kiss to muffle your moans while your clench around Suguru and squirt all over him while he fills your womb with his see.

“Holy shit baby..” They same simultaneously.

“That was new..” You fully lay on Suguru’s desk blissed out of your mind literally about to pass out when you got a text from Shoko.

- “Y’all are nasty.”-

You laugh and show your boys which pulled a little giggle out of both of them when Satoru piped up.

“Princess you better not be too tired. You’re gonna do that again when we get home” Suguru laughs.

All three of you canceled the rest of your classes for the day and went headed home to continue what you started. After that busy day you had a hard time walking.

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[misc-obeyme]

So, i want to share a few smaller headcanons that i have about the OB cast!

- When Beel is in a good mood and/or happy, you can hear the faint sound of fly wings going "Buzz Buzz." Beel also rubs his hands together before eating his meals just like how Flies rub their hands together.

- One rare occasions when Belphie can't sleep, he'll count cute Mc sheeps to fall asleep. He also snores similar to cartoon characters like "Honk shoo mimimi." He swats away any biting bugs/flies away with his tail if they annoy him during his naps.

- Raphael has a talent for Swallowing Swords/Knives/Speers.

- Mephistopheles likes "My Little Pony," and his favourite character is Rarity. He and Leviathan talk about MLP all the time. Mephistopheles has a strong kick, similar to how strong horses can kick someone.

- Thirteen likes calavera makeup, and every year, she dresses up as La Calavera Catrina to celebrate the "Day of the Dead" also called "Día de Muertos" ((Day of the Dead is a joyful time that helps people remember the deceased and celebrate their memory.))

- Solomon likes to watch his descendants fondly from afar even if he can't be part of their lives.

- Mc dressed up as a giant pickle once and scared Diavolo half to death (not really, but he was definitely spooked)

- After the brothers were cast out from the Celestial Realm, God created Jesus, making him the 8th brother.

- Every year around Christmas time, Satan accidentally receives "letters to Santa" from young children with dyslexia confusing the words "Santa" and "Satan," so Satan writes back letters to the children pretending to be Santa. (I wonder if Santa Claus exists in the OB universe?!). Satan, after coming to terms with his existence and his place in Devildom alongside his brothers, wanted to share his ideology and wisdom with humans. So he created a new religion that encourages hedonistic urges and desires but emphasizes heavily on keeping to yourself and not bothering or offending anyone else as you act on those desires. He called that religion "Satanism", unfortunately, humans misunderstood and painted him as evil and spreading rumours that is Satanism all about sacrificing Animals/children/virgins for selfish gain which pissed Satan off.

- Barbatos likes to be in control and puts everyone's needs before his own. He's always there for others, but he won't let anyone easily reciprocate. Because of his greed, he's afraid to lose himself in his passions/desires, so he keeps all his feelings bottled up. He fears his selfishness, consuming him whole and losing himself to the darkness. That being said, Barbatos once said, "I don't want to give myself completely to the darkness, and i won't as long as you're with me" to Mc. Basically, Mc is the "light" to his "darkness," and he would do anything in order to protect his light. There's a quote that i really like that fits perfectly. It goes like this; "Love is not blind. It sees you in the dark and chooses to be your light."

Anyway, that's it. This low-key got a little bit loooong, Ooooops.

-Angsty Anon.

That's it, I'm counting cute sheep MCs to help me sleep from now on. Please, that sounds so adorable 😭

Also excuse you with the Solomon one! Like my man isn't lonely enough, now he's watching his descendants from afar?? He would, too. :(

JESUS IS THE 8TH BROTHER aklj;sdfkljdskjlf what would have happened if God had made him at the same time as everybody else!??!?!

Poor misunderstood Satan! I'd be pretty pissed too if a bunch of idiot humans decided to make me evil and sacrifice babies in my name.

Ahh, Barbatos my true love. He's definitely got something about himself that he feels he needs to control to the point where he almost never lets go... one day maybe we'll learn about that mystery of his that he keeps so well hidden...

I quite liked all of these, thank you for sharing!

#still reeling from the Jesus one a little bit lol #obey me #obey me nightbringer #angsty anon #misc answers

[bitbybitwrites]

For the au + trope + prompt game maybe:

12. babysitter!au + 4. meet messy + 27. “that was a very bad idea. 0/10 would not recommend.”

But no pressure!

OK, in true fashion, this one totally got away from me. I can't even try to pass it off as a super long drabble. It's mutated into a full blown ficlet. Ooooops.

But I guess the combination got me inspired. I kind of went literal for the meet messy trope - maybe it works? 😂

Anyway, here's 1,366 words for you, @annepi-blog

******

The last thing Blaine Anderson expected that night while delivering pizzas was to meet the love of his life. 

He wasn’t expecting too much, to be honest.  Most of his shift had gone as usual.  But his final job for the evening found Blaine with his arms filled with a rather impressive food order when he knocked on the door to a swanky Upper West Side apartment building.  

“B Side Pizza,” he announced loudly, though the apartment owner should have been aware of who he was.  The imposing doorman in the lobby had called up to warn them.

The muffled sound of high-pitched shrieking, which then quickly changed to an ear-splitting loud high-pitched shrieking, assailed Blaine once the door was opened.  Behind the other side of the door was a very exhausted-looking but ridiculously handsome man.  His chestnut hair fell heavily over one eyebrow, apparently fallen out of some formerly impressive style that Blaine could kind of see the echos of.  His clothes seemed on trend but were very rumpled, and Blaine thought he could spy a small handprint in neon green paint that grazed the right hip of some extremely tight skinny jeans.  A smudge of the same paint was also on his chin.  He doubted the man was even aware.

Blaine was in trouble.  

One look at this man and Blaine was positive that he was in love.

“Thank god,” the disheveled angel said when he saw Blaine.  “Pizza is here!” he yelled over his shoulder.

“Pizza!”  A group of younger voices screamed in excitement.  Apparently, the prospect of food was enough to stop the rest of the caterwauling.

The man ushered Blaine into a lavish apartment, directing  Blaine towards a kitchen that could have been plucked right out of Architectural Digest.  It was gorgeous to look at (not unlike the homeowner), but Blaine doubted it ever had any use.

“You can put everything out here.” The man waved his hand at a long marble-covered counter. Blaine nodded and began unpacking his delivery tote as he watched the man dash out into another part of the apartment and shout: 

“Barbra!”

“Joan!”

“Streisand!”

“Yes, Uncle Kurt?” A trio of childish voices replied in a sing-song fashion.

Kurt sighed loudly. “Can you please clean up your mess, wash your hands, and come sit down to dinner. . .please?” the desperation in Kurt’s voice was so very clear.

“That’s two pleases, Uncle Kurt.” 

“That’s me asking really, really, really nicely, Streisand.“ Kurt said back, a forced smile on his face, his voice sounding strained.  “I ordered dinner from your favorite place, just like your parents told me to.  Let’s get going, ok?”

Kurt returned to the room, where he promptly collapsed into one of the kitchen chairs surrounding the table and dropped his head into his folded arms.  “I am never doing this again.” Blaine could sort of make out.  Kurt’s voice was very muffled.  “Or at least not without reinforcements.”

Blaine’s eyes softened.  “Babysitting duties?” he asked.

Kurt raised his head and sighed.  “This is seriously giving me doubts about my capability to be a father in the future.

Blaine laughed at Kurt’s forlorn expression.  “I’m sorry.  I felt the same way once I started watching my brother’s kids.  Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it. I promise it gets loads better.”

“Triplets.  My best friend had triplets, and I am nothing if not a pushover.” Kurt moaned.

A heartbreaking wail - or maybe it was another screech, Blaine wasn’t exactly sure, came from one of the other rooms.  Kurt’s face dropped into an expression of utter horror and disbelief as three young children came barreling into the kitchen, covered head to toe in smears of neon pink, green, and yellow paint.  One of the little girls had her hair covered in the paint, and she apparently was the one wailing the loudest.  Her eyes were screwed shut as she blindly flailed her arms, sobbing, and crashed face-first into Blaine.

“Uncle Kurt!  Streisand put paint in my hair!” The little girl continued to wail as she wrapped her arms around Blaine’s waist and buried her face into his stomach, subsequently smearing more paint all over him.

“Streisand!” Kurt cried out, whipping around to look at a not-so-apologetic 6-year-old boy who was still gripping a tube of neon pink paint.  Streisand looked almost ready to squeeze the remainder of the tube onto his other sister’s hair but second-guessed himself once he caught Kurt’s stern glare.  He dropped the tube like a hot potato and at least decided to look chagrined.

“Um, sorry, Uncle Kurt?”

Kurt continued giving the child a death glare.”That shouldn’t be a question, Streisand.  And I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”

“Sorry, Barbra,” Streisand said. “Really, really sorry.  But you do look pretty with pink hair. You said you wanted pink hair.”

Barbra hiccuped loudly as she wiped her face onto Blaine’s shirt. “I like pink, but I wanted to do it myself.” Barbra then pulled back, surprised: “Wait, you’re not Uncle Kurt.”

The other little girl looked at Blaine suspiciously.  “Who are you?  Are you Uncle Kurt’s boyfriend?”

“Uncle Kurt, you’re not supposed to bring boyfriends over. Mommy said so.” Streisand said.

Kurt turned beet red, and Blaine had to smile again at the absurdity of the whole situation.  “My name is Blaine.  I’m not Uncle Kurt’s boyfriend . . .”

“Do you want to be?  Do you like Uncle Kurt?” 

‘He’s cute.  I think he should be your boyfriend, Uncle Kurt.”

“He’s ok, Uncle Kurt. But if you like him, you should make him your boyfriend.”

Kurt groaned.  “OK.  No more talking about boyfriends or my lack thereof.  This was supposed to be a nice, calm, quiet evening. ‘Why don’t we do some finger painting?’ I said.  ‘It will be fun,’ I said.  Who was I kidding?“ Kurt parroted himself from earlier in the evening and then rolled his eyes as he looked back to Blaine.  “That was a very bad idea on my part.  0/10 would not recommend.”

Blaine chuckled.  “Well, the paint is very . . it is bright and festive and fun . . and um, if you had a black light - it would glow in the dark.”

“What?!” screeched Kurt.  “Where did you get that paint, Streisand?”

“Mommy and Daddy’s room. In the table by the bed.”

“Oh god,” Kurt mumbled.  “I don’t want to think about why they have that in their bedroom.”

Blaine snickered.  “Why don’t you get the kids cleaned up? I’ll keep the food warm in the oven for you.” he tossed Kurt a charming smile.  “Consider it an extra perk of the delivery process.”

“Thank you so, so much. “ Kurt gasped as he began dragging Streisand and Joan out of the kitchen by their arms.  “Barbra, come on.  Leave Mr. Blaine alone, and let’s get this paint out of your hair.”

Barbra followed reluctantly.  “Will you still be here when we come back?” she asked Blaine.

Blaine knew what he wanted to say, but he hated to intrude on their little evening.

“I don’t know.  I think it depends on your Uncle Kurt.” Blaine confessed.

“Uncle Kurt, pleeeeeeeeease can Mr. Blaine stay?” Barbra whined.

“Yeah, can he? Uncle Kurt, can he?” Joan chimed in.

“Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay.” Streisand began to chant loudly.

Kurt rolled his eyes.  “Yes, Mr. Blaine can stay.  We have to get him out of his clothes too.”

Blaine coughed and tried to suppress another laugh.  “Well, I usually get a first date before that. . .”

 Kurt sputtered and blushed again.  Blaine was beginning to find it totally adorable.   “I meant to change clothes,” Kurt tried to explain.  “Because paint . . and . . there’s a washer and dryer in the apartment . . oh and fuck  … I’m just going to go now before I say something else stupid.”

As Kurt pulled the two kids he had in hand down the hallway towards the bathroom, he could hear: “Ooooooh … you said a bad word, Uncle Kurt.”

A ton of giggling.

And then a small pink-haired covered face popped back into the kitchen doorway.

“So you’ll stay?” Barbra asked excitedly.

“I’ll stay. I promise.” Blaine told her.

Barbra squealed in joy and ran back down the hallway.

Oh yeah, Blaine was in so much trouble now.

*****

NOTE: If you haven't figured out yet, yes, these are Rachel's triplets😂

If anyone else wants to play - AU+Trope+Prompt Game.

#bitbybitwrites #ask game #au ask game #klaine fanfic #klaine fic #klaine fanfiction #klaine #kurt hummel #blaine anderson

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

So since I'm working on getting a playlist together that got my mind spinning, as it likes to nonsensically do whenever it wants, and now I need to know -

9000 RPM Peeta definitely had an elite "pining playlist" for his long drives from Panem to Seam each Sunday. And he doesn't seem like the Spotify or even the Pandora sort. I feel like he still burns mixed CDs.

What would that drive playlist have been for Peeta?

Oh it definitely would’ve been burned cd’s or skipping through radio stations for 9000 rpm Peeta, mainly because he wouldn’t have even had a smartphone or access to services like Pandora or Spotify until much later in the story, especially not in his truck. Also that vehicle is totally pre-mp3 player. The cd player was added in by him lmao and he even twitched at that, searched high and low for an after market cd player that looked like an old school radio so as not to ruin the aesthetic of the truck's interior. It was one of his few splurges.

Sooooo... a lot of these songs aren’t perfect fits, and some of them are more funny additions than angsty ones because they give me a giggle imagingin Peeta singing along to them.... which he totally would. Anywho.

I see this Peeta as hopping around radio stations to find something he likes but when he stumbles across one of these, he pauses and lets it finish. Or when these are played after the song he really stopped to listen to, he stays on that station and gets all lost in his feelings and cranks it up. Then he burns it to a cd later if it’s not already on one lol. Let him have a few moments of drama before he pulls it together and puts on a happy "I’m FINE I’M DEFINITELY NOT PINING" front for Katniss and Raven. Only Aunt Laverne isn’t fooled, partly because she’s heard what’s playing when he pulls up in front of their house 🤣

There's also a few songs on here that are maybe a little angrier than you might think? Mainly because I feel like this Peeta in particular would get out his frustration through listening to pissed off, frustrated music, too. Not just hyper dramatic pining music. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also there’s a weird crossover between 9000 rpm and Outside Chance Peeta’s taste in music??? When I was building this playlist, I kept finding songs where I was like oooooh OC Peeta would like this one too. Savannah and Graham are the right age to totally intorduce Peeta to this era of music so ooooop. *adds song to both playlists*

But here you go. I present 9000 rpm Peeta’s Pining and Driving Playlist. <<< Link to Spotify. Preview here:

#9000 rpm nonsense #ten years of fanfiction mania #playlist funtimes #9000 rpm playlist #triassictriserratops #look at that ask

[jennyandvastraflint]

Xena reactions S1Ep3 (I unfortunately don't have English reactions for the first two eps. They're at least half in German)

Xena Episode 3

Awww, Gabrielle training. (sword stuckkkk)

"You're lucky the tree was unarmed" 😂

Wisdom before weapons

Xena three seconds later: *pulls sword*

NOOOO, GABRIELLE BABYYY kein Schwert!

Uh oh. Orpheus? Or Morpheus? *rewinds* yeah, no idea. Probably Morpheus. Cos title: Dreamworker

"I'm waiting for you to say it for me" Pfft, the lesbianism

Gabrielle... No swordies for u

Oh yeah. Morpheus.

"You must be experienced then." "I've had experiences" SO valid as an answer

"Bigger" Xena staring at her breasts.

"IT'S NOT LIKE YOUR BREASTS ARE DANGEROUS ENOUGH" dhdhdvsvsva GABRIELLE

*shoves guy against barrel* Oop. She is BIG MAD her gf is gone. (Vastra 🤝 Xena)

"I'm not the wifey type" LESBIAN

Uh oh. Gabrielle senses opportunity

Ooooop, Gabrielle shouldn't kill

Travel dreams to save her love. (Something something "time travel was always possible in dreams")

"Use your own mind against you" uh oh

Is she wearing purple? Pwettyyy (not giving Katie McGrath at all, yes I'm gay)

OHHHH. Names of her victims. It's so much harder to kill when you see people as people...

"Kill us" oh yikes I'm getting hooj FMAB vibes from the philosopher's stone scenes. Especially in uhhhhh when they're stuck in the wrong portal

Oiii, Morpheus is not an ally to lesbians. Rude. Boo

Gabrielle my pretty princess I will fall to my knees are worship at your feet (I'm gay)

Remember Xena's words, Gabrielle

She made them fight each other, whoop

I want them to speak through either dreams-

Ohhh. The lesbianismssss xD So gae

Look at the gays

NOOOO, SHE FADES NOOOO *flashbacks* CAN WE STOP MAKING LESBIANS FADE FROM DREAM SPACES at least Gabrielle wasn't fucking MURDERED i guess

"It was a hypothetical question"

PFFFT Gabrielle bargaining for beauty sleep xDD

Why was the sword quality of the first sword so shitty?

PLS THE WAY THEY ACTUALLY STOP. AND START FIGHTING EACH OTHER. I love her.

Wow Gabrielle has SO much luck

"Soon she'll be just like you" ahhhh

Xena doesn't want Gabrielle to suffer that way

Ohhh, she controls her own passage!

Woman 👀 Smexy

OOP, IT'S XENA HERSELF

"It means I finally get to kill you" HUH

Did I mention women are super sexy

Awww, poor Gabrielle

"If you were that strong I would never have left you"

HAH. She disappearedddd

Gabrielle. Give that sword to Xena

GOOD GIRL

Boob knife boob wife

PUNCHING HIM YESSSS. IMPRESS XENA

"10 percent off everything" shdhdhs

Yay, blind man got his job back (don't like his miracle healed sight but whatever)

"Mythical priests in your area"

Gabrielle my beloved

"We're all capable of it" The waterrr

"But if we sit here long enough, it'll go back to calm" HHHHH

They're so gay

The water is calm as they leave... Xena at Gabrielle's side

Um yes I will absolutely use a concept similar to this in a Jenny/Vastra fanfic at some point btw. I have the dreamspace and a psychic connection to exploit, hellooo.

I absolutely adore Xena and I think I'll spend the next few weeks watching only that.

#v watches xena #xena warrior princess #xena and gabrielle #xena dreamworker

[scooprtroopr]

messy bed on a sunday morning, limbs sprawled all over, though hands still interlocked with eddie pls bestie 👉👈

pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

a/n: ooooops kinda went off the rails on this one but I hope you like it my dearest parker <3

You’re not sure what time it is when the light streaming through the open blinds wakes you up, but you’re sure you’ve slept in later than normal. Before you get the chance to open your eyes you feel a weight in your hand. Long fingers gripping at your own. Suddenly the idea of opening your eyes to the light of a new day makes you slightly uneasy. Worry flooding your mind as you begin to realize what you had thought was a harmless dream may have actually happened last night. 

It started like most lazy Saturday evenings. You, Eddie, a bowl of popcorn and some movie in the background that neither of you is paying attention to. If asked, neither of you would be able to say how long this little tradition had been going on. It started one random Saturday and now it seemed to be the moment you looked forward to every week. Both of you huddled on the couch, sharing snacks, and talking over the movie, which was usually picked at the last moment. At this point putting a movie on was more of formality than anything. It really just served as background noise to conversations that could go on until the early hours of the next morning. Something about this Saturday was different though. 

You knew as soon as you had settled into your usual spot on Eddie’s right side that something was eating at him. He had been more short with you than usual when you had talked earlier in the day, and now he seemed to be sitting like a statue, back straight and perfectly still. As the evening went on he seemed to relax more as the movie, long forgotten faded into the background, both of you joking about your latest failed attempt at dating. This was more like the Eddie you knew and adored. Him poking fun at you, and you giving it right back to him. It was an easy friendship you both shared, and if you were being honest with yourself it was also the reason why this had been the latest in a long list of failed dates. Sure it was a cliche to fall for your best friend, but cliche be damned, this dude was your ideal package. 

As a new movie started, your light jabs at each other came to a pause, both of you focusing on the movie a little more. Your attention only being pulled from the tv when Eddie grabbed the bowl of popcorn and got up from the couch. 

“Gonna go pop some more corn. You want anything while I’m up?” he knew the answer was no, it was always a no with you. You were too comfortable at his place to let him do anything for you, and he knew that in a minute you’d be up and in the fridge getting in his way of making more popcorn. Not that he was complaining, there was something right about you always being in his space, not that he would ever admit that.So when you never made it off the couch he was slightly confused, hoping his actions earlier in the evening hadn’t upset you somehow. 

He knew he had been weird at the start of the evening, he tried not to be but couldn’t help it. When you had called earlier letting him know how excited you were to tell him about your latest date he almost considered faking sick so you wouldn’t come over. Of course he should have realized by the tone in your voice the date had been a disaster. You had both spent the last two hours laughing about the entire experience, poking fun at one another for being the two biggest losers who just seemed to have the worst luck at dating. 

Returning to the couch, Eddie was able to breathe a sigh of relief. You looked content as ever just sitting on the couch channel surfing. Clearly you had chosen to ignore when Eddie said he was actually interested in the movie that was playing this time. So he did the only thing that made sense, and snatched the controller from your hand, earning a loug and disgruntled “HEY,” from you. 

“What happened to the other movie? I thought we were watching that.”

“Eddie, you said you wanted to watch it, I would rather not,” and with that you launched yourself at him to try and grab the remote back from him. 

It was a useless attempt, and all it did was pull a laugh from Eddie’s lips. As you began to pout up at him Eddie lowered his arm, bringing the remote down. You should have known he was never going to give up that easy, and with your defenses down it was the perfect moment for him to strike. That’s how you wound up on your back, Eddie on top of you, absolutely attacking your sides with tickles. Him laughing up a storm at your panicked face, you breathless triyng to get him to stop. Finally he relents and you sit up, faces close to each other, giggles coming from you both. 

It takes a moment where you both notice just how close your faces are, just how you’re each looking at the other, at least you’re pretty sure he’s looking at you with the softest look imaginable. You’re not sure who leans in first but it doesn’t really matter. He’s the first one to pull away though, a “sorry” about to erupt from him, but before he can you’re pulling his face back to yours, crashing your lips on his. This kiss is more intentional, and it feels like you’re going to explode. Is this really happening? You’re kissing your best friend, and he’s kissing you back. 

The rest of the night is a blur. It goes from heated kisses and rushed confessions, to a closed bedroom door and some yelling you’re hoping the neighbours can’t hear. It was like a dream, you were sure it was just a dream. So why is there a hand holding yours as the morning light spills through the window. Taking a deep breath you open your eyes, bracing for what you’re about to confirm has happened. 

There he is, sprawled out on the other side of the bed, looking calm as he sleeps. Light bruising on his neck from the previous night, and clearly lacking the clothes he would usually be wearing when you share a bed. You’re ready to have a fullblown panic attack. How did you let it get this far? You slept with your best friend, and now everything was going to be different. You were going to lose the one person in the world who was most important to you. But hadn’t you both wanted this? Hadn’t he also confessed how crazy her had been about you?

Before you can spiral further the hand holding yours loosens its grip, and Eddie is rolling onto his side to look at you, smile as wide as can be. 

“Morning gorgeous, that was a WILD night, we should do that again”

Just like that all the fears you had about the presumed regrets Eddie would have melt away. As arms wrap around your waist to pull you in close, a smile gracing your own face. This felt right. This felt like home. Sure you loved your lazy Saturday nights, but you knew you were looking forward to the lazy Sunday mornings you would get to have, wrapped up in each other.

#idk wtf i've done here writing on the train has been a wild experience #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #stranger things fic #Eddie fic

[missamyrisa2]

Can you pass by my bare feet dangling from under the blanket? Maybe I should stretch and wiggle my toes a bit to get your attention? (:

Darling~

You know that my wriggly fingers would be magnetized to your cute feet even before they left the safe refuge of that fuzzy blanket ~ those delightfully adorable curves in your soles, the sweet lil wrinkles, and naturally those toe pads are just to die for ~ which is why I'm going to be using that blanket against you ~ first of all to get you feeling that prodding touch through the gentle material, it's like a little slip cover for your sensitive soles ~ got to treat them just right after all, and I knoww you were about to tease me~ preemeptive tease punishments~! Mmmmhmmm this is what you get, I saw those feets peeking out ~ don't lie now, that's gonna make it worse ~ oooop ooooope tsk tsk tsk ~ denying your teasy status? That means tiiiickles~~

Now that your sweet feets are all warmed up with my fingers gliding on that cottony material with firm strokes I think it's time to get these babies out for their date ~ Oooh, how lovely, this blanket can wrap right around your ankles and now I'm sitting here with two prepped and pampered feetsies just aching for that special touch ~ yeahhh you want all this attention mmhmmm you dooo ~ that's why you dangle those girly feet out ~ little girly soft feeetsies? Are you ticklish on your sole riiight here? Right where my nail is caressing? Awww, kicky kicky koooo you can kick alll you like sugar, I'm not going anywhere ~ you're just gonna lay there and take your tickles. Ooh yes, bounce and struggle, fight those giggles ~I'm sure you'lll shake me and get free anyyyy moment now ~

Nooo? You're still stuck? Oooh dear, what a bother, what a conundrum. Well, since you're sticking around I guess I'll just have to gitchy gitchy gooooo ~ mmmhmm yess I'm gonna gitchy gitchy goooo youuuu gitchy gitchy gooooo~ Oooh oh good thing I had this feather! Gitchy goooo on your toesss yeah! Right between each one ~ mmmmh wiggle those toes, wiggle them for me. Righhhtt there, nice and sloooow and now fast fast fast the feather goes, Ahh, what a delightful little hot spot you have! Does it tickle? Does it tickle just sooo bad? And you just can't now laugh, nope nope nope ~ how often do you think about having your feet tickled? Mmmm? Yeahh~ you dream of it all the time. When was the last time you thought of being tied down and tickled mercilessly? Ooh just let it out now ~ let's hear alll about it ~

Tell you what, I'll be ~sporty~ if you can keep your big toe bent like that and have that cute ticklish spot between your big toesy and index toesy open while I use this soft makeup brush fooooor ~ one minute, I'll let you up~ ready precious?? Oookay here we goooooo~ ahhh we're off to a good start, the big toe she's holding strong ~ uuuuup but that makeup brush is made of stern stuff, fluffing around the corners and pitching right in that pit ~ the index toe is wavering but ooooh she holds strong ~ uuuuuhh here comes the wiggly nail ~ yep, it's long wiggly purpley nail and it has an eye on the prize, that hot spot right between the toes and oooooh nuuuuuu~

Looks like you lost again sweet cakes ~ I think you get scribblies for that ~ mmmhmm yep, my nails are just aching to scribble them soles allll over ~ we're gonna make such beautiful wrinkle art on your feets now ~ yes yes, struggle and squirm ~ laugh it out, giggle it out, we're going until you can't giggle any more ~<3

[brainshock-alpha]

a while ago i was tagged by @go-go-devil to answer twenty fic writers' questions... i've been preddy busy so i'm just getting around to it now lol. thanks for thinking of me velvet!

this turned out quite long so i'm gonna do my tags up here -- @boyfrillish @pastryglitch @firethekitty -- as usual participation is voluntary, tagged or not :) do these q's if u think it would be fun. that's all

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

35 (includes users-only works)

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

146,365, for an average of ~4,182 words per work. but really, it's just like four of my long multichapter works skewing the average that high.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

in a strict present-tense sense, it's just pokemon. i've written for a slightly odd variety of fandoms in the past; anyone curious enough to check will readily observe that i go through fandoms in neatly stratified phases lol. i don't tend to be actively involved in more than one at a time.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Black Box Open (st*rdew valley) - 373

Transfer Point (pokemon bw) - 279

Vital Signs (biosh*ck infinite) - 146

Tidal Lock (hylis) - 107

Moonstruck (hylis) - 93

censoring fandoms so i don't appear in searches (excepting pokemon cuz i'm pretty sure those results are basically unreadable lol). anyway i can't believe vital signs is that high up there lmaooo but everything else seems reasonable

5. Do you respond to comments?

i try to but sometimes it slips my mind and then it's too late to reply without it being weird :( whether i got around to replying or not, i'm grateful to everyone who said sth nice on my stuff 🙏

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

uhhhh honestly i don't get super angsty with my fics, especially not the endings lol. simpley not my style... i guess transfer point ended on a rather bittersweet note. born with a weak heart would have been even more so, if i'd ever finished it.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

on the other hand i also don't write fics with particularly saccharine endings either. it's kinda just, oh this is pleasant/cute/hopeful :) i wouldn't say there's a clear winner.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

so far, any haters have kept their thoughts to themselves, which is good. i suppose my writing is usually quite benign anyway lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

i have a few unfinished drafts lying around but i've never published anything. (unless you count that one with piers/emmet? it's nsfw for sure but i think you'd be setting the wrong expectations if u called it smut lol.) anyway i'm not terribly interested in going into detail here.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

again, i've attempted to draft some in the past but never got close to finishing any of them. i think i'm more likely to draw a weird crossover than write one :p

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i've uhhhh translated my own fic once??? i guess that counts but i wouldn't say i did a good job LOL -- i'd written a supershort 200-word thing in both english and scots, and i haven't studied scots all that extensively. but it was fun to try, and somehow the scots version got more attention than the english one lol

anyway, if anyone's ever interested in translating my works, feel free to reach out! i'd be happy to help out by answering questions/clarifying meaning/etc :)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nop! it's not really something i've ever considered, but i suppose in theory i'd be open to trying it.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

god i can't give just one answer to an all-time favorite anything LOL. uhhh deduswayne still has a special place in my heart; the autistic jock/autistic nerd dynamic i gave them was so fresh and fun to me... i love raileon despite not ever really writing it ooooops... and then griebold is my newest interest, which is quite funny since raileon is one of the most popular pokemon ships on ao3 but griebold is so unheard of that i'm literally the only person to have posted an english-language work for it there lmfao

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

probably... the bede&hop post-canon qpr fic... i really would love to write a qpr (as well as non-romantic relationship drama in general) but it's another sprawling multichapter thing and idk if i have it in me :^(

16. What are your writing strengths?

dialogue and character dynamics hehe... that's what's most fun for me to write too. i also like to believe i'm good at writing a ship without losing sight of the individual chars involved. and i'm pretty good with spelling and grammar, contrary to what my casual fucking around on tumblr posts may imply LOL. i may not always write in the clearest or most beautiful way, but by god that syntax is solid

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

description lol. i am not a poet by any means; i think it will not surprise anyone to know i did better in linguistics classes than in english.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

do it if 1) you're able to put in the effort and 2) it makes sense to do it. on point 1, i don't think there's anything wrong with saying that chars are speaking in another language but rendering the actual written dialogue in english (or whatever ur mother tongue may be), especially if it's not a language ur fluent in. of course it's good to do research for ur writing but language learning is hard, doubly so if ur trying to write those chars speaking casually. cuz you can't really pick that up from reference texts, or maybe you can but it comes out sounding odd and unnatural. (think of how easy it is to mess up english slang/colloquialisms.) BUT you know, perfect is the enemy of good, and if ur willing to give it the ol college try then i really think it'll help ur foreign-lang-speaking chars feel more alive.

on point 2, i'm mostly thinking of the context of multilingual chars, which adds another layer of complexity. this old post will give u an idea of what i mean. if you're monolingual and mostly only interact with other monolinguals, you may find it difficult to write bilinguals believably. i suggest looking up info on code-switching and, more generally, language learning and bilingualism. (and also heritage languages, which fall under bilingualism but have their own specific features.) again, this is pretty demanding stuff and i wouldn't blame you for just sticking to english dialogue, but i do think it's worth a shot.

have i tried this myself? yes, most prominently in the day to end all days, and also a bit in my other swsh fics... oh yeah, i guess i also made siebold use quebec french swears lol. mind you, i'm under no illusion that i write it well. no one has told me yet that i'm fucking it up, but also no one's told me i'm doing a good job either lol. so idkkkkk

19. First fandom you wrote for?

st*rdew valley... i loved that game so much that it motivated me to start making fanfics and fanart haha. i started posting black box open about eight years ago, which if you'll recall is the fic i have the most kudos on. it was all downhill from there buddy!!!!!!!!!!! lol i'm just kidding, i really just tend not to write for popular fandoms is the thing (or when a fandom is at its most popular)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

honestly it's usually just Whichever Fic I Posted Most Recently lmao. i guess that's not bad, that means i feel like i improve with every story or w/e. i'm still really attached to the day to end all days, though. it's not finished yet (and won't be for quite some time) but it has the most involved plot yet out of all my fics, and it explores some really interesting character spaces too.

#brainshock-alfic

[safetycar-restart]

Hello hello 🐬 here!! First of all I would like to formally submit an application for the polycule, where do I sign up?? Second, it’s day 11 aka boypussy day!! I know you’re probs gonna get 300000 asks about Charles (and I can’t wait to read them!!!!) so I wanna focus on my one true love mr danny ric for today… (edit: this accidentally got really long and pretty filthy ooooops…….)

Soooo I’m thinking…. Daniel likes to be fucked okay, he likes it hard and fast in any position: on the bed, the sofa, over a table, bent over the sink, in the shower… you get the picture. Often on a race weekend the sex is very rushed, Daniel needing a quick release between sessions so you’ll unzip his racesuit, stick your hand down his fireproofs, and finger him until he’s shaking and sweating and falling apart on your fingers. He normally bounces back pretty quickly and can go about his day with an extra pep in his step (how do you think he stays so smiley…..👀)

But sometimes when you have Daniel to yourself for the whole night, you like to take it slow and really take him apart. On these nights, you LOVE eating daniel out. You take your time with it, teasing him and edging him until he’s a writhing squirming mess, begging you to let him come. He’s so sensitive, and having you three fingers deep in him whilst sucking and licking his clit…. Baby’s gonna be coming multiple times every time. Afterwards, he feels cut open and exposed- letting you see and touch and taste his pussy is the most intimate thing for him and he trusts you so so much to allow you to do that. The aftercare is always SO important after you’ve eaten him out: he feels small and vulnerable so you wrap him up and hold him tight until he comes back into himself. (Side note: kissing Daniel after eating him out and he can taste himself in your mouth- the hottest thing EVER in Daniel’s eyes….)

ALSO because it’s Daniel I can’t not turn it into poly…… I’m imagining being with him and Lando (D/S AU?) and let’s be realistic Lando Norris is the kind of guy who has no idea how to eat pussy- he’s got the enthusiasm sure but he’s not quite there on technique. So I’m thinking one night you’ve got Daniel naked and spread out on the bed, lando at his side, and you’re about to go down on Daniel…. Except lando stops you and asks you to teach him how to eat Daniel out. You ask Daniel if he’s okay with that and he nearly gives himself whiplash nodding yes so fast, his eyes almost black with arousal. So you do- you and lando both sit at the end of the bed and you instruct lando where to put his mouth, his tongue, his hands… one hand cupping his face and the other in his hair, you guide his head in towards Daniel’s pussy. You talk Lando through the process, leading by example, and having both your and lando’s mouths in him at the same time means it’s not long before Daniel’s coming for the first time…

You praise Lando for his efforts all the way through, saying to Daniel “isn’t lando doing well, such a good boy, is he making you feel good?” (All Daniel can manage is a breathy “yeah…”) and the combination of praise and Daniel’s beautiful pussy in his face causes Lando to come in his pants untouched. Lando continues lapping at Daniel’s pussy as he comes and you stroke his hair through his orgasm. You add your fingers in along with lando’s tongue and soon enough daniel is clenching around you as he comes for a second time. The night definitely ends with some sweet aftercare and cuddles with your two throughly fucked out boys….

That one got away from me oooops but here we go!! I’m absolutely loving kinktober- every day is an absolute banger!! -🐬

Firstly, welcome to the polycule!!! Secondary, not gonna lie I have never thought about boypussy Daniel before but now I’m OBSESSED. This is fucking perfect oh my god.

Firstly, the idea of him often getting turned on during race weekends? Incredible. Maybe he…. Maybe he usually brings a little vibrator with him because he needs to release between sessions sometimes.

But with you it’s SO much better. You’ve actually made him very spoilt, because now he doesn’t get himself off with his vibrator and instead drags you to his driver room and literally humps your leg until you put your hand down his pants and make him cum.

Seriously, he’s SO spoilt. He won’t even work for his own orgasms anymore, just whines and clings to you until you give him what he wants.

And giving him head?! Incredible. He loves it SO much.

Especially because I think that there’s nothing Daniel loves more than knowing that there’s someone who loves and looks after him? He loves that he can just lay back and allow you to make him feel good.

And lando?? Amazing.

Lando is in awe of how good you and Daniel look together, entranced by the image of your head next to Daniel’s tattooed thigh.

If lando had wanted to give daniel head without you there, daniel would have said no. But with you there….. he wants it so bad. Because he knows you’ll make sure lando does it right.

And lando does so good!! He listens to everything you say to him, letting you hold onto his head and direct him.

I also think that Daniel keeps on looking to you for reassurance? It feels so good and he’s genuinely very happy with having lando between his legs.

But also, you’re the only person that’s touched him there for years and it’s a little intimating and making him feel very vulnerable to have someone else touching his pussy. He loves it, but he feels a little confused.

So maybe you hold his hand? And then he’s very happy. He’s got lando lapping at his pussy and you’re holding his hand and he feels SO good.

You actually don’t expect lando to be the one to cum first, but then suddenly lando is whining into Dan’s pussy, grinding down hard against the bed and you realise he’s cum just from locking Dan.

And Daniel comes when he finds out what lando just did because that’s so fucking hot he didn’t even know what to do with himself.

Then you have two tired, very satisfied boys who want cuddles.

#kinktober tag #👅 #sub!daniel #sub!lando #dr #ln #gn!reader #nsfw. #poly!lando/daniel #poly!dom/sub/sub #🐬

[wench-and-jezebel]

The Musketeers Reaction: Commodities

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

[I love this episode so much]

Issa pirate!  Idk just looks like one  [He's not tho]

Ahh great… Something’s gonna go wrong  [Something always goes wrong alkdsfj]

Nvm the others are there

Nvm again

Oooop-

Well, she looks like she believes it

More pirates (Kidding)

Oh, man… So much is happening  [You ain't seen nothing yet.  But also… Chick be awesome] 

Same, Flirt

They all stood in unison  [Naturally]

He smol  [This dude showed up in a CSI recently, fun fact]

Flirt, you have no right to be so into this

He sounds like puss in boots ☠️

Wot  ["You must think we're stupid"  Two seconds later  "Terribly sorry, apparently we are"]  D’Art has the sense here [You lack faith]  🙂

I- Oh.  [:)]  Tf  [They're staging an escape, dingus]  The musketeers are or just the two?  [Emile/Maria]

😂😂😂 Got ‘em

[Milady is kinda transparent for an assassin]  😂😂😂😂 Very true

Oooof  [Be prepared to hate Emile btw]  Oooooooooof  [This?  This ain't nothing.  Get ready for worse]  Oh boy  [Yup]

Oh noooo an ambush!

["No doubt your partner is a cheat and a swindler"  Damn, Athos, don't hold back]  Or how did he say it? “Well, that was straightforward”

Oh noooooo!  Port!  🥺🥺🥺🥺

Oooop soft music! longing stare! Flashback coming

[D'Art, read the freaking room… Aramis, you too]

Darts face like nah fam

Well damn  [Gotta love the medicine of the time]  He’s prepared

["I'm not a child"  Convincingggggg]  EXACTLY

I was gonna say it could be an OFMD fusion BUT Ed’s not incompetent

So this is France

[I love the scene with him walking through the doors 😭  The cinematography is so nice]  🥺🥺🥺🥺  And here’s the flashback  [And look at his fancy outfit lkasjdflkadsjf 😭]  Is this before he was a musketeers?  [Yup]

Pause, quick question  [Okay]

– – – 

Jezebel: I’ll forget if I don’t say now.  So D’Art…  In the book was going to them to become a musketeer.

Wench: Right

Jezebel: But in this they changed it to he was avenging his dads death and he just kinda… stays to become a musketeer after

Wench: Ye

Jezebel: Do they explain why they changed it?

Wench: I don't think so.  

Jezebel: Huh! 😂😂 ok anyway I was just curious about that

Wench: My guess is the excitement was the goal?  And also, they were changing the story a lot anyway, so they didn't need to keep it all intact.  

Jezebel: ‘Cause I was just thinking of Dart… like why is he even here he was just on a revenge mission?  How did he get recruited after?

Wench: Well, in this case, it's implied that he just... came to respect the Musketeers.  And probably got interested in a) the excitement/nobility of the career and b) Constance.  Also, he might not have wanted to go back to Gascony after his dad died

Jezebel: Ahh yes you are not the bloodthirsty unjust murderers I thought you too be… also the job seems fun… lemme join you

Wench: Right

– – – 

[Emile needs to shut up… "You must enjoy being here... must bring back all sorts of memories"  DOES HE LOOK LIKE HE'S ENJOYING THIS?]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Ooop- Flashback

☠️☠️☠️☠️  “Did someone punch me?”  D’Art: nahhhhhhh

[ONCE AGAIN.  PEOPLE.  READ THE FRICKING ROOM]

Ooooop- wait.  I just realized… I JUST REALIZEDDDD- [WOT]  HE LOVES ATHOS’ LADDYYYYY!  IT IS!  [Good job, problem child alskdjf]

[I love Porthos]

What did you call him?  Le gasp!  [Huh?]  The “self-taught man” but he said it in another name  [Autodidact]  Language [auto = self, didact = teacher]  Before he said what it meant, I thought it was something mean

Oh my gawd the woman has returned  [She’s cool]  Ooooop- Le bitch!

["I knew I'd been punched" as;ldkfj  I forgot that one]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Welp… she ded  [For real that time]  Yep

Now he ded  [Yep]

Whooop Whoooop  [D'Art the farm boy for the win!  The sass of that nod laksdjf]  

[Get ready to hate Bonnaire]

Now he’s been punched  [He deserves it]  Yeah, I agree (and I don’t even know yet)

Flirt: “and there goes my needlework”

Well, shit

Buddy… Port’s a beast he’s pushing through both of them! And he’s injured  [‘Tis true]

Flirt 💕

– – – 

Wench: Midpoint?

Jezebel: Yes

Wench: Have fun lkasdjf  Like I said... this episode is split between Athos-centric and Porthos-centric, and I adore it.  But also... I hate Emile with SUCH a fiery passion it's not even funny

Jezebel: I’m connecting my keyboard for this

Wench: Oh dear… The Jezebel equivalent of rolling up her sleeves

Jezebel: Ok so first off I’m feeling for Athos! ‘Cause 😦 bruh! The memories! Cause iirc he thinks Milady is dead right?

Wench: Yup.  And… He thinks he killed her.  Well, had her executed, but still; it's the equivalent of him killing her

Jezebel: So I reiterate 😦 AND! Omg FLORT (see what i did there) is continuing to be musketeer bros and I am living for it!  Him being all “Port bby cannot travel in these conditions, Athos!  Do you not care about him like I clearly do?!? 😍😠”

Wench: I knew you were gonna say that too :)

Jezebel: Then when they get back and Port found the papers and jumps on the guy he is just like… standing to the side. “Oh, no, who has angered my man- I mean oh no… my needle work… *side eye* thats… uh… for shame!”  But hes not interfering much at all.  He’s just standing there.  like.  When clearly just the two wasn’t holding him back easily

Wench: Right, I follow… I'm enjoying this section of the react, I want you to know.  Much fun :)

Jezebel: Which, regardless of what I think it meant or what it really means, I think it makes it seem like Flirt is more a lover not a fighter… which is hilarious… ‘cause his job is a fighter.

Wench: Yeah :)  He's also a priest, so he's completely a contradiction

Jezebel: And that brings me to… FUCK BONNAIRE!!!  Oh, and D’Art and Milady… Has he realized yet?

Wench: Nope

Jezebel: Sweet lord… He just had to lift the torn picture.  Buddy.  Brain.  Use it.

Wench: They don't figure it out until like.  over halfway through the season.

Jezebel: OH SHIT OOOOOF!  Well damn.

Wench: Ready?

Jezebel: Ready!

– – –

[Him referring to a "shopping list" is just- alsdkfja;lksdjf;lKJ;LAKSDJF;LKASDJF;LKASDJF asshole]  Ew

Ah yes… Let’s justify slavery… because it totally will make me sound better  [Oh, for sure.  Especially while talking to a man whose mother had to escape slavery and couldn't have a decent life even afterwards]  😦

Don’t you cry and make people pity you!

She did indeed deserve a better man

Athos!  [The drinking montage]  The wine!  You are spilling it!

Oh.  Oh, shit.  Ooooof.  She uh… She favors Fern.  She thinking about how his life is… what’s the quote?  [Yours is a life truly blessed]  Ye that one. Except it dont fit lol  [What instead?]  His is a life truly drunk and depressed [alsdkfj]  Knew she reminded me of someone, and then the way she was scowling at him.  I was like I know that scowl!

["What are you doing"  What business is it of yours, D'Art?  READ A ROOM]  Read a field more like

[I love Aramis' sash] YESSS

["We should trust Athos to handle his own affairs"  That is literally never a good idea.  Buddy is good with anything BUT his own self-care.]

Oooop-  He ded

Well, shit  [Drinking montage pt 2] How he drink it so fast?  I can barely sip it

*Sigh* alcoholi- ooop.  

Maam, you and your types  [Shush]

Ooooop- 

No, she’s standing right there

Her scar… isss so smol.  She is bitching about a scratch

[idk if you heard that, but he just called her "Anne."  Tha's her real name]

“Do it” 😦  Ooooooooooooooof

Shit, the hubby and the lover

Poor Athos

😦

Well… the rum is gone.  [Why is the rum gone!?!?!?]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

["I refuse to arrive at the palace on an ass"  No, you just want to arrive there being one.]  Lol!  [Oh, and also, "The rights of every man to some fair treatment"  The irony]

Why is she being mean to married lady?  Rude

DEVOUR!  DEVOUR!!!!  ACK!  [Oof, did I scar you irrevocably with that film?]  YES!

Oh but she’s a married womannnn 😮‍💨😂😂😂😂

Ooooop-

["She frightened me D'Artagnan"  So she ought; she killed you in the book]  Wooooot 😭😭  [Ma'am.  I told you this, I swerr]  Oh yeah  [Good job]

These big ass empty echoey rooms… Seriously just let me at em! 😂😂  No more echo

Oooop, believe him, he’ll take you out to the woods

[Flort smirk-glance combo] 

Ooooop 😦

[Be afraid.  Be very afraid]  He’s so smol… And port is so lorge… And Flirt won’t do a thing to stop it

Oop-  [“Wanna bet?”  (That's what the zoom-in on Athos meant… I’m just translating)]  🙂

[Y'all gonna kiss?]  They might

Imma guess who the captain is: black suit guy  [You'd be correct :)]  Ooooop!

[Not them breaking the law again]  🙂  [I'm pretty sure all of Les Inseparables are Chaotic Good, just btw]

“Mind my needlework”  Wonder where they are going

The end!  Whoop whooooop

– – – 

Jezebel: Errrmehgerd! That was a good episode!

Wench: Do you see what I mean about it being one of my favorites? :)

Jezebel: Yes I do!  And AHHHHH Flort!  Flirt and Port! Aramis and Porthos! I love you both!

Wench: asldkfj Well.  At least you learned their names finally

Jezebel: Will they be used? Nah 🙂

Wench: *sigh*

Jezebel: But anyway! The end scene when they just waltz off like 👀👀👀 I wonder

Wench: askdfj You’re ridiculous (affectionate)

Jezebel: 🙂  But anyway BACK TO ATHOS! And the painnn!!  I feel so bad for him 🥺🥺🥺

Wench: Good!  My plan progresses as I intended :)))) 

Jezebel: Like idk if they are trying to make you pity Milady or see her point but… I just don’t. I don’t like her lol. He deserves better.  AND.  Back to Athos being so Dean coded it’s not even funny with his lemme keep my trauma bottled up and speaking of bottles… imma get drunk too

Wench: I told you... It was not going to be at all surprising that he was my favorite alskdj  No, I'm not looking deeply at this

Jezebel: Mhmmmm but perhaps you should Wench, perhaps you shoulddddd!

Wench: Nevahhhh!  Seems like a bad idea!  

Jezebel: Gonna have to rewrite your character name

Wench: Oh no *sigh* What is it this time?  Dareddeanifer was the last one, right? Alksdjflkafdj  Good lord

Jezebel: Dareddeaniferthos

Wench: Dear lord

Jezebel: 😌😌

Wench: I still maintain you're seeing things that aren't thereeeee

Jezebel: Yeah yeah!  And that’s all I got for endpoint, so… ‘til next time lol

#jezebel (pr) #musketeers #the musketeers #bbc musketeers #bbc musketeers reactions #athos #porthos #aramis #d'artagnan #portamis #s01e03 #commodities

[here2bbtstrash]

Ugh the choice was realistic even if it was so heartbreaking for me. The whole ch was nice and realistic. The dialogue is good. I loved the funny, soft, and sexy parts. I wanted to join in on the anti-mc train, but it is realistic that she is struggling to process her emotions with Yoongi and love. esp since she had a cheating ex. (its min fucking yoongi tho huh?? i got so jealous in this ch lol) How could she think he had some bad intentions for letting her sleep on the bed tho?? That's such a romance cliche. She's so dense that it's annoying even if it's part of enemies to lovers ugh. Morning sex with Yoongi where he whispers in her ear omg! Yoongi being a simp especially with the dress. The lil piano moment aww. As a poc and asian in the US, fuck racists. Love that mc and yoongi defend each other aww. The karaoke part was so funny! Cat and dog with cat ears. imagining yoongi doing that is so funny lol. I'm a lil sad that they didn't indulge in pet play and got cockblocked tho lol. Ahh the drunk confession!! Mc realize your feelings and accept them omg! Jimin push her! Also music artist Yoongi in the fic??! If yes, please say what type of songs he makes. esp to manifest for his solo album. As a Yoongi stan, I am torn between wanting his album and promotions to arrive faster or not.

eeeee anon !!! thank u for taking the time to share your thoughts with me, i love long feedback like this it really means the world 🥺

realistic is my FAVORITE compliment so i'm very honored you feel that way 🫠 i was going for realism in the grammy results too obv, and it absolutely broke my heart to write it ❤️‍🩹 SORRY YOONGI we all know he deserved to win 😩

ahhhh i really appreciate you picking up on that piece of backstory we got out of reader! she talks about it pretty flippantly but infidelity in a relationship can really leave a wound and definitely make it hard to trust people or assume good intentions! i cannot deny that she is also dense tho lmaooooo like.... you're not wrong 🤣

yoongi was SUUUUUCH a simp this chapter and i had so much fun writing him as one 🤭 the asshole exterior is melting!!!! the slow burn is burning 😩

fuck racists enough saiddddd 💜

HAHAHA NOT INDULGING IN PETPLAY IN THE NORAEBANG 💀 they have to save that for the office ofc 🤪

lmaoooo jimin tried too 😭 it's all up to reader now, we gotta see how it goes in the morning when they both wake up with raging hangovers 🥴 what could possibly go wrong

and ooooop you caught that lil mention didn't ya 👀 let's just say that's not the last we'll hear about yoongi's music - or should i say agust d 🥵

THANK YOU for reading and sharing your thoughts with me!!! can't wait to drop chapter 10 on you sooooon 😘💜

#anonymous #mbox 📮 #fic review #look down on me like that #LDOMLT spoilers #queue what you want ㄱ -ㅅ-ㄱ

[bisluthq]

i mean matty did to her what she did to tom ''i love ts'' hiddles. i think in both situation it's the desperate energy atleast in my own shit it's seems the more i'm desperate for the guy the less he likes me and vice versa

lmao yk that’s actually not untrue. I feel like the people I’ve been least into have often been most into me. It absolutely is a turn-off for me. And people who are confusing get me all aflutter. It’s something I’m actively working on though because ngl I operated for a fairly long while from the position that my current bf isn’t that into me and it made me more into him but like when I figured out he really truly is and I genuinely and very deeply hurt his feelings when I act like a cunt, I decided I do care enough to try also express that caring lol. But historically yeah like I have had several people VERY into me and I’ve like pity hooked up with most of them because like okay whatever and if they want something that badly who am I to say no but I’ve basically never been into it if they come on too strong. I also think when I’ve come on strong it’s been a turn-off for people.

OH. Guys I have a messy me story that ties into this kinda because that story about the Friday girl I made out with lol has extra layers. I did tell him straight away and he was like “yeah she’s cute” but what I didn’t remember is a few years ago, before any of the three of us lived in this area, the two of them actually went on a few dates and he wasn’t that into her and anyway he was willing to do a pity hookup to be nice so he went away with her to a music festival and she was very like “😌😌 separate tents though 😉😉” and he was like “mmm ok” and hooked up with some other girl and this one got all tweaked because I think she was playing coy/hard to get and he wound up just not wanting her. They’ve been frosty to one another since we’ve lived here but I personally think she’s hot af (think Juliette Lewis btw to that anon who doesn’t like her sorry) so yeah my drunk ass came onto her and made out with her and she did offer for me to go home with her but I wasn’t sure I wanted to. This isn’t even the worst part though. My ass was so drunk I briefly mistook this other woman we know - and literally the only similarity is they’re the same height and both currently dyed blondes - for her THAT NIGHT and tried to “carry on” making out with her (didn’t remember that obviously, had to be informed that’s a thing I did). So I have a feeling this Ash girl is gonna now hate the shit out of both me and my bf because we’ve sorta both treated her like absolute shit. Also seems like it’s past the point we could make it right lmao so like ooooops.

but anyway so this type of thing, that I do NOW as an adult with an adult job and a house and shit, is why I really rarely judge mess.

[foxymoxynoona]

Hellooo good morning/night/afternoon! I got the email for flux this morning and my plan was to get up and study but no! I spent the whole morning reading cause that chapter was so loooong and that made me sooooo happy🥰 thank you 언니! No worries, I studied anyway eventually😫.

Okay so the feeling of stress from the events of last chapter is definitely still lingering. As soon as I started it I was like “oh god she has to do it all again💀💀💀” but it actually got better gradually! Tbh my feelings of uneasiness are mainly because of the whole foreigner thing. Based on what I gathered some Koreans actually make a big deal out of dating a foreigner and that just… I mean do each their own but it’s a bit stressing because it doesn’t feel like it’s coming from a place of curiosity most of the times🙁. But that’s probably why Sasha is stressing the fuck out too! Terrified of mortally offending somebody because she comes from a totally different background.

And talking about background! Eomma was determined to get to know in 5 minutes what us readers (and dear jk) got to know in 2 books, almost two years, more than a million words and many tears. Honestly it was so amazing to read about what’s going on in Sasha’s mind when she’s in this kinds of triggering situations. To read (once again) about how she sees the world, how she would randomly think of her sister, whether she lived or not, and witness that thought coming out of nowhere all of a sudden was so intense and real. That’s stupid lol but idk that part really got me! Makes you think of how many things she actually has to deal with on a daily basis.

Apart from the questions, I was so happy to see eomma warming up to Sasha! When jk told her to “be the mom she never had” I know for a fact eomma was right there with him. She was like “alright daughter! Come here and cut potatoes”. Basically like saying I love you🥰❤️. Can’t wait to see what else is there for them! And little Misuk too! She was so cute, PLEASE GO HUG SASHA FOR ME!😭

PS. the Russian thing about childbirth! 10 children!! It was removed this year??😶 when I was reading about it definitely sounded like something older. I think Italy had something similar during fascism, like families being exempted from taxation if they had more than 6/7 children. And they also had the help of the church that helped in banning contraception! What else could go wrong?🤡

PPS. This, right here foxy, I’m not forgiving you for editing this chapter and still leaving it in:

“The countdown for Jin-hyung’s enlistment was on and still no word of exemptions.”

DON’T. YOU CAN’T SAY THIS. APOLOGIZE WITH TEARS. RIGHT NOW.

(So this is long, as usual… Sorry?😭)

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"“oh god she has to do it all again💀💀💀”" yeah this is how I keep feeling for her too haha. It's why I felt like I wanted to take the chapters as needed to go through it all slowly so we're right there in this experience wiht her, really feeling how exhausting it is. It's so exhausting!!

Eomma will continue to be a lot of fun to develop and explore, that relationship between them won't necessarily be quick and easy (though nothing like The Mother in Lowlander haha) but it's SUCH an important one in the series. She definitely wanted to use to use Mother-in-law privilege and see what info she could get haha. She probably figures too that Jungkook may just not have asked/pressed much. She knows her son!

As for the Mother Heroine thing, from what I found in research is was active from the Soviet times until like the early 90s, and then it turned into just a title and medal for 7 kids but no money attached to it. But then this year they bumped it back up to 10 and put the money back on it. The disclaimer is so fucked up though: you get the payout on the first birthday of your tenth child as long as the other nine are either all alive or died in specifically sanctioned ways (like in the military.) CRAZY. Trying to avoid exactly what happened with Sasha's family though ooooops.

As for enlistment... I think a part of me had hoped that if I wrote it one way (assuming excemptions didn't come through) the opposite would happen IRL. Oops. :(

#🌸anon #flux #asks

[gureishi]

hey there~ got something a little different for you this time :3c

[if you are comfortable sharing this sort of thing...] HCs for how Saeyoung (and any version of Saeran, if you wanna do that too) would react to/feel about... 3 or more of your more specific/unique habits (or side interests, such as my thing with carnivorous plants).

hope this isnt too confusing haha 😅 Also hope you are having a lovely day 😌💖

[417]

Ahhhhh you’re so sweet to ask me this, my friend. What a lovely question. I hope you are having a good day today, dear ♡♡

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I’ll start with what is perhaps my most obvious unique interest: I am a Crazy Lizard Chick. I have a one-year-old bearded dragon, and I love him a lot. Soulie—the lizard—has a 120 gallon enclosure, which I put together myself. He’s got UVB and a heat lamp and a ceramic heat emitter, and they’re all on dimmers and timers and need to be at specific temperatures at different times of the day. The lizard gets daily baths. I make him special salads with all his favorite greens. Basically, I spend a lot of time on like...lizard stuff.

Saeyoung’s never particularly thought about lizards before. He likes animals, generally. He never thought he’d get to have a pet, though he loves the idea of it. He certainly didn’t expect to get a girlfriend and a pet lizard at the same time. But here I am!

I get sort of crazed about lizard facts. I need to know everything. I’m in lots of lizard groups; I’ve done a ton of research. I’ve spent a lot of time trying out different equipment to get my little guy’s temperatures and humidity just right. And Saeyoung—Saeyoung understands about this sort of fixation. He does this, too: he’ll throw his whole self into an interest (his cars! the robots!) and become so focused he forgets about everything else. We have this in common. I think he’d find it kind of cute that I sometimes spend hours reading articles comparing two different brands of UVB bulbs. He’d flop onto the couch beside me and gaze at me with his beautiful big eyes—and when I tell him he’s too distracting, he’d smile and kiss my cheek and curl up into the cushions and pretend to play on his phone (while totally still watching me). He wants attention, sure—but he also likes how I look when I’m focusing, I think.

...Until I ignore him for too long, of course. Then he’s back, and he’s in my lap, and I’ve got to stop what I’m doing and pet his pretty hair.

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Here’s a slightly more serious one. I have OCD, and though it’s pretty well managed at this point in my life, I’ve still got some funny little compulsions—ones I barely even notice anymore. For example, before I get into bed at night, I need to check that the stove is off, the door is locked, and the lizard’s temperatures are right—and I have to do all of this three times. It’s something I don’t even think about when I’m doing it, but Saeyoung’s a smart and observant boy and would probably pick up on it right away. He understands about being cautious—but there’s just no chance of anything going wrong in his home. It’s all pretty much programmed to take care of itself. I’d have to tell him that it doesn’t work that way: that knowing, rationally, that everything is fine doesn’t actually alleviate my anxiety (because anxiety, by nature, isn’t rational). This would drive him crazy. He wants to fix it: he wants to make all the bad feelings go away. He’d offer to make me anything I want: an app so I can check all of this without getting out of bed! An auto-turnoff system for the stove! But indulging the compulsions doesn’t do any good, either. 

Let me have this, I’d tell him. It’s not hurting anyone. So he would: he’d sit up in bed waiting for me, and when I’m done he’d open his arms and let me curl up against him. Are we gonna die tonight? he’d ask—because playfulness helps me; because if he can speak about these things in a lighthearted way, then I feel a little bit safer. We’re not, I’d tell him. I made sure of it. So he’d kiss my forehead and tell me I’m doing a good job. I don’t need to be fixed—I just need to be reassured that I’m doing okay.

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On a lighter note: I have no self-control, and even though I one hundred percent can’t afford it, I can’t walk into a drug store (like a Rite Aid or a CVS) without buying something dumb. Even if I know I just need to get, like, soap, I will walk out with a bright pink liquid lipstick. If we need cleaning supplies? Oops: I bought a set of crappy acrylic nails. Picking up a prescription? Got it! And also a cup with a twirly straw.

This is a pretty annoying habit, to be honest—but I actually think Saeyoung would find it kind of charming. Oh, he’d tease me for it: I’d come back from the store and he’d glance up from his phone, wiggle his eyebrows, and ask me if I brought home a rocket ship, or a flame thrower, or a live cow. No, I’d tell him. Just this decorative pinwheel.

But I never spend a lot of money, because I’ve never had it—just enough to get that little serotonin boost from buying something I shouldn’t. And he is just like me: impulsive and sometimes careless. But we make use of things. Neither one of us likes anything to go to waste. So we will try on the new lipstick together—and he will do my nails, and we’ll drink only out of the cups with the twirly straws. And he’ll take the decorative pinwheel and install some wires and turn it into a beautiful clock that really tells time. Neither one of us is practical, necessarily—but we’re great at taking nothing and making it something good.

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #707 #asks #417 #four! <3 #aaaaaand I only wrote about saeyoung cause this got LONG #ooooops