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armpirate · 4 months

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Better than fiction | Choi San

Bf experience

pairing: Idol!Choi San x fem!reader

w.c.: 4.4k

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), masturbation (female receiving), protected sex, hair pulling, choking, dirty talk, dom!San x sub!reader. (Minors DNI! Refrain from reading if you're not +18, and ignore if you don't like this type of content).

Summary: You never thought what your boyfriend's reaction to you writing fanfic would be like, but you certainly didn't expect him to end up so jealous of himself to end up making your fantases come true

Aprox. time of reading: 19 minutes

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Your blood stopped running for a few seconds. You could feel the way some parts of your body went numb, only keeping your attention on the live San started not that long ago, and that you decided to hear because his voice just had that calming effect on you. It didn't matter if it was through video call, audio messages, or those lives. You could hear him talking for hours and feel at ease all the time it lasted.

Except that day.

The way he made an understanding sound, followed by a scoff, that reached the deepest side of your brain, had you almost sitting at the edge of your bed, holding your phone with your two hands. The clicking sounds of his keyboard were the only thing that could be heard, while the chat went crazy, trying to distract him from his own curiosity.

There was a thick silence that made you aware of how hard you gulped, moving over the bed, feeling uncomfortable whatever the position it was.

"I see you, guys, are having fun" he teased with a honeyed voice.

That mocking tone, and the chuckle he let out after had you silently screaming, covering your mouth with the palm of your hand.

Even if he didn't know you were part of that small group of people that loved living in delululand, although you were already in your personal fanfic every day with him, you felt exposed, more like you'd never been before. It felt like you were caught doing something wrong, even if San wasn't speaking to you directly.

You didn't know how long you stayed in your bed, laying on your back as you stared at the ceiling. Only thing you were hoping for was that San didn't bring it up the next time you saw each other.

Basically because you were bad at lying, but San was also great at noticing when you lied to him.

You raised your phone to your face after feeling it buzz, biting your lip when you were aware of his name popping up at the top of your screen.

Sannie: Babe, did you watch the live? You didn't comment today...

You could imagine him pouting, with his lips pursed while he gave a lost kitten look to his screen. And he probably would've used his thinner voice if he had said that out loud directly to you.

Usually, you'd always leave a few comments. At first it started because you just liked teasing him, and seeing him getting nervous when your username showed up in the middle of the livestream. But it ended up being something he got used to, to the point of wondering if something happened to you if you didn't do it.

You: I did! But I was busy with work, so I just heard it while doing other things.

Sannie: Oh. Do you want me to go see you tomorrow better, then?

You: Nope, come here! You owe me a lot of cuddles

Sannie: I've only been away for a week...

You: Even a day is too much. Come here when you're done, pleaseeee.

San smiled when he looked at his screen, imagining your squared smile as you tried to convince him to go to your place for cuddles. Not like he needed much to be convinced, just the idea was convincing enough, but it was always cute to see him react like that -mainly because it was something you barely did.

"We're gonna order some food. Do you want anything?" Seonghwa's head peeked through his door.

San shook his head, not even trying to hide his playful smile as he got up from his chair "I'm going to Y/n's, so don't wait for me".

"Who's ever waited for you, any way?" Mingi teased, showing up in the corridor.

"I do" Seonghwa replied, looking back with an obvious expression.

Mingi rolled his eyes "He never leaves the house unless it's to see Y/n. And we know he never sleeps in when he goes to see her".

"Send a text when you get there" Seonghwa asked him, ignoring the boy behind him.

"And tell Y/n we said hi. You're gatekeeping her" Mingi complained, continuing his way to his room.

San simply smiled at that, pleased with the way all the members grew closer to you the longer your relationship went on. It always worried him that his friends and his significant other wouldn't get on well, but with you it was an automatic click.

Could be it was that you had that type of personality that molded into everyone else's easily, finding a bit of your humor and comfort in each one of the members. And while it sometimes made San jealous, deep inside he genuinely appreciated it.

You smiled widely when, after fifteen minutes, San knocked on your door with his arms opening big as soon as you stood in front of him. His arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing you to his body and lifting you a few centimeters in the air before he was moving you back inside, kicking the door with his foot to close it.

"Did you shower?" after digging your nose in his neck, you could recognize the floral scent of his gel, which you loved.

Whenever that smell got into your system, your first reaction was to snuggle to him and hide your face on his chest. It really seemed like he got ready for those cuddles that night.

Not leaving you on the floor, but making you stand on your tiptoes over his feet -only covered with his white socks-, he started walking through the short corridor. "Yup, we had a schedule today. And I didn't want to go around all sweated" he tilted his head. "By the way, the boys say hi".

"It's been a while since I last saw them" you sighed. "Are you gatekeeping them from me?".

San rolled his eyes at that question, confirming that, in fact, you did spend too much time with them all during that year and a half.

"No, I'm gatekeeping you from them" he replied, stealing a peck from you. "Now seriously, we could plan something for the next time you're free" he suggested, stopping in the middle of your living room.

"Sure" you nodded, tapping his biceps so he'd finally let you stand on the floor again. "I'll prepare some snacks, why don't you look for something to watch".

His hands carefully put you back on the floor, while his lips were together as he saw your body disappearing behind the white door to your kitchen. He groaned, slowly taking a seat on the couch, resting his head over the backrest for a few seconds.

When he looked to his left, he could see that small surprise you prepared for him two weeks back, unable to control his thoughts as he remembered the weekend you spent together, barely moving from that corner before he left for the festival.

It was the physical reminiscence of how lucky he was to have you.

Your phone buzzed on the coffee table, having him lifting his head to look at it for a quick second before he went back to the relaxed position.

Until it finally hit him. He forgot his back in the dorm, which meant Seonghwa would be ranting at him for not announcing he arrived well, and for being careless enough to leave the house without the cell.

"Love, can I send a message through your phone? I left mine at the dorm".

"Sure" you mentioned, still places all the gummies and the cookies on a plate. "No, wait-" it was the only thing you were able to say when realization hit you.

Although you ran as fast as you could, it was already too late. Peeking over San's shoulder, you could see that he wasn't in your chats, but scrolling down a really different page. His first idea was to send the text and move on, but the notification at the top caught his attention.

You never hid your fan side. He knew you were part of the fandom as soon as you started dating, even before, so it wasn't anything new for him to hear you using Twitter slang sometimes, and knowing about some things long before he did. But that day there was an app he didn't recognize, with an ask from an anonymous person seemingly freaking out after what happened in the livestream that took place some hours back.

Time to close it all now. San will expose us to the rest of the members and, like that one, several other posts.

"Give it to me" but San moved faster, getting up from the couch to move the phone away from you.

"San x Y/n?" he frowned, scrolling down your page through some of the most recent one-shots you had posted.

He looked over some of the details, smirking when he noticed you chose the pictures where he looked best to top the stories that would come under them.

"For your own sake, stop reading" you asked, finally snitching the phone from his hands and hiding it on your back.

"Since when do you write fanfics?".

"You mean about you, or in general?".

"There's been others?" his eyebrows raised, but you could tell by the way he was smiling that he was just mocking you for your reaction. "Why are you so embarrassed? It's probably cute".

"No, it's not" you assured, scoffing after that confirmation.

"What? You paint me like a douchebag or something? Are they sad stories?" his head tilted to the side, with his smirk slowly dropping at that idea.

"No, they're actually fun for the people that read them" you muttered.

"I won't judge you. Honestly, if this is important for you, I want to know what it is".

Ever since you started dating there was nothing that he liked more than learning things about you, and adding them to his life just to make you happy. If you liked a cake with a certain flavor, he'd always manage to have it for any celebration you two made. If you liked one song in particular, he'd learn it and sign it to you, or add it to his playlist so you'd listen to it when you're together. Every small detail counted for him, and whatever it was you were hiding on your back was no different from all those things.

"They aren't sad stories. Cute neither" you nervously stated.

"Horror stories, then?" he frowned.

You shook his head, handing the phone to him "They're... explicit" you summed up.

San looked confused when he took your phone, clicking over one of the short stories. Seeing the warning in red had him gulping thick "dom!San, choking, spitting, rough sex...", eyeing you up quickly before he looked down at your screen again.

It was weird to read about himself in that context, never thinking he'd end up doing it, and even less because it came from you. When he found out earlier that evening that fans were writing that type of content, he wasn't entirely surprised, but it didn't cross his mind the idea of you being part of that niche. However, there he was, supporting his weight on his lower back -which was laying against the backrest of the thick armchair in front of your couch- while he read through one of the stories.

His heart pumped against his chest, a bit harder with every line he read. Every description, every detail, everything was so realistic yet seemed so unreal at the same time. He could almost touch the sexual tension between the two characters, before the San of the fanfic forced the main character into a rough sloppy kiss that almost made his knees tremble.

He could feel your eyes on him. And the only thing he was hoping for is that it wasn't as evident how much he liked what he was reading, while he hawked when his throat went suddenly dry at the roughness that was represented in the fanfic.

"I can delete it all" you assured him. "I will..."

"Do you like this?" he interrupted you, finally lifting his gaze to yours. "Are you into being treated like that?".

"Well, I don't know" you hesitated, confused by his question. "It's just fiction" you shrugged, stepping towards him.

"No, Y/n. Be honest. Do you think our sex boring?".

Fiction sex was blatantly different from your real sex. On fiction sex you were able to dig on those kinks you didn't know you had, but that had your whole body burning just at the thought of doing them with San. While real sex was just you two, loving each other.

"What? No" you stepped towards him, cupping his face with your hands. "They're just dumb stories I write when I'm bored".

"Or when you're horny" he muttered.

"Look, they're just fantasies, that I didn't even try. I like the idea of them, because I think it'd be hot, but that's it"

"Why didn't you tell me you liked that?"

"Because I don't want you to feel uncomfortable with it".

Despite his looks, San was the most gentle and careful person you had ever met. He'd stop the whole thing if something that he thought would hurt you or bother you happened, and you appreciated that. You loved the way he looked after you in every single aspect of your relationship. That was why you never mentioned the idea of having him spanking you, and even less choking you through sex. It'd be crossing a limit for him, and just like San took care of you when you had sex, you wanted to take care of him.

"So you do want to try it?" he asked, lifting one of his eyebrows.

After licking your lips, and softly pressing them, you ended up nodding shyly, lowering your gaze to your feet.

Something about that story didn't allow him to think straight. Maybe it was the way he could imagine you squirming and twisting with pleasure, or how loud and desperate your moans would sound -when usually they were little whispers you gifted to his ear. Or could be it was the slightest glimpse of jealousy he felt over the San in the fan fiction, who was able to pleasure his girlfriend better than he did.

He didn't give you time to react, holding your wrist before he dragged you to your bedroom. You had no time to process anything that was happening, before he made you turn on your feet and make your lips collide. San was demanding, moving your lips over yours, not giving you any other choice than trying to keep up with his pace as he held your neck with his two hands, slightly letting his fingertips dent on your skin.

A moan burned your throat when his tongue sneakily moved between your lips, meeting yours for a brief second before he was dominating the way they twirled, having your core begging for him in a matter of seconds.

He left you hanging in the middle of a fast breath, turning you around so your back was stuck to his hard chest. His hands traced the curve of your waist, with your knees trembling at the soft touch as his fingers kept moving up, taking with them the thin fabric of your old t-shirt. Once the piece of clothing was gone, his palms covered your exposed breasts, making your back arch almost perfectly.

There was something so strange at being controlled that way, or feeling like you didn't have to worry about anything because San knew perfectly what to do. And you loved it. You could feel the pool in your panties as time went by slowly, and the way your heart raced in your chest when his fingers pinched your nipples before he went back to pressing your tits with his palms.

"Did you ever touch yourself thinking about this, hmm?" his voice sounded unrecognizable. It was harsh and raspy, making its way to your guts and clicking to one part of your brain that almost made you moan the answer.

San didn't know if he wanted to know. He could understand you touching yourself because he was away, but because he wasn't pleasuring you like he should? He couldn't deal with that.

He didn't let you answer. As he saw the way you gulped and took a deep breath to let him know, his hand flew to your covered pussy, sliding his fingers over it until it was completely covered by his palm.

You desperately seeked for his lips, this time starting the sloppy kiss. Trying to keep your balance while standing on your tiptoes, while your head went in circles was suddenly the most difficult task.

Although you knew San had you.

He grinded against you, letting you feel his growing bulge against your ass while his hand slipped inside your panties. He wasn't able to hold back the moan when your wetness coated his fingers as soon as he slid them through your slit, just being able to think of how good his cock would slip in and out of you with barely any effort.

"Can you feel how hard you made me, babe?" the circles on your clit were barely leaving any room for your brain cells to work properly, although you were still able to pick up some of the things he said. "Time for you to do something about it, right?"

Your hips collided against the headboard with every deep thrust he made, making you feel completely trapped between the wall and his body, thinking that probably your pain senses were too fucked by pleasure to be able to feel hurt at the way it kept bouncing against the hard surface.

San enrolled his fingers on your jaw, moving your head up slightly to give your back the perfect curvature, so your pubic bone would come up against the bottom of his cock and giving his thrusts the perfect angle so his tip would end up rubbing against that spot that had you whimpering and grinding against him in a matter of seconds.

"All this time wanting to try this, and you're barely able to take it" he groaned, with a shaky voice due to the power of each one of his movements.

All the times you thought of being in that situation, San was harsh, he was animalistic, just like he was being in that moment. But you didn't count with the extra threat that were his hips. You should've known better than pushing a dancer, mastered in body rolls and hip thrusts, to his limits. He found the best position for him, having you completely caged so his only worry would be pounding in and out of you, concentrating on the killing move of his hips, letting you feel all of him inside of you, but also making your skin clap every time.

You scratched your thighs, having nothing else to your reach as your head was held up "Please" you moaned. You don't know what you were begging for. Pleasure just felt a little bit too much to contain it for any longer, you just wanted it to blow and have it leaving your system.

"Please what?" San forced your body a bit higher, sinking his teeth on your collarbone. "Use full sentences, babe".

"Please, don't stop" you begged, your voice cracked in need.

He wasn't going to stop. And even less after seeing you like that. There was nothing that could make him prouder than seeing you being a mumbling mess for his cock, sure that he was closer to losing himself completely to his most basic instincts just to have you looking like that for the rest of the night.

The echo of the slap made you squirm rather than the itch that his palm left after it, making your pussy instantly clench around him, with your walls closing tight around him as if you didn't want him to leave you empty ever again.

"You take me so fucking good" he hoarsed, circling your swollen clit with two of his fingers.

With his eyes fixed on you the whole time, he was able to tell the exact moment you were going to cum. He saw that spark in your eyes, momentary and fast, but strong enough for him to see it before your eyes went blank with a long moan, that sounded in sync with the way your legs trembled and your body convulsed on his.

He wanted to drink the last drop of your high, moving your neck so your face would be towards him, taking your lips in his with freedom while you blindly followed his moves, weakly sucking on his lower lip.

At that point you could only feel the way San moved on the mattress, dragging your body along with his until the two of you were kneeling in the middle of the bed. Although he tried to let go of that caring side to please you, you could sense it was still there, taking over him for a brief moment as he made you roll on the bed and lie on your back, carefully to not hurt you, and making sure at all times that you were okay.

One of his hands rested on your stomach, caressing the spot between your belly button and your pubes as he waited for you to recover. When you looked up to him, you felt so small... San was big, but that night he felt twice his size. The way he looked at you, brushing his hair back to expose some of the sweat drops that stopped right on his eyebrows, giving you what you had named as his "stage gaze" had your pussy throbbing again.

Your body squirmed when he leaned over, moving his tongue over your clit to steal a whine from you before he sucked on the bundle of nerves.

He swore one day he'd be completely addicted to your taste.

San slipped his full length back again, only warning you with his tip pressing on your entrance before he was stretching you out in that new position. He was completely lost in the way you looked, eyebrows slightly furrowed, lips parted as you weren't able to breath through your nose anymore, and tits bouncing with every thrust he made. Only to go feral when he lowered his eyes a bit more to find his cock covered in your arousal whenever he moved it out, hiding himself in your walls not even a mini second after. Whole shaft was shiny with your juices, with some white thicker cream on the base.

"The mess you made on my cock..." he scoffed, squeezing your flesh. "My girl does love to be treated like a hole meant to be used by me only, hmm?".

At the lack of response from you, other than the way your fists closed on the sheets and some of the whimpers you tried to keep hidden in your mouth by pressing your lips together, San moved his fingers around your throat again. His digits' pressure on your skin tightened with every thrust, giving you one thin line that allowed air to make it to your lungs. His left hand kept you glued to the bed, that squeaked under you a little bit louder as time went by, while his other hand hooked around your knee, keeping it as high and spread as possible.

The eye contact, the grunts, and his cock rubbing deliciously on your walls... All of it was the perfect mix for a ticking bomb in your guts that started a countdown to wipe everything out.

"Are you going to cum again for me?" he teased, recognizing that spark in your eyes again. "Let go, babe. Cum around me".

He combined those words with the twirls the fingers on his right hand were doing on your clit, feeling it throb on his digits before you reached your orgasm with a loud moan, arching your back in a way he thought it would break.

"Come here and make me cum now, love"

You crawled on the mattress to where he was, smirking at him as you took the condom off. He growled over you when your lips wrapped around him, barely giving him any time to get used to the subtle breeze in your room before he was feeling warm again. Your head bombed fast, eager to feel the way his cock twitched against your tongue when you least expected, while your hand matched the movements of your mouth.

San guided the way your head moved, with his fingers grasping on some of the lock of your head to move you a bit faster, while his hips just buckled against your mouth. He just needed one last flick of your tongue on one of his veins, and he was already spilling his seed in your mouth with a deep moan.

You still licked him off for a bit more, cleaning him completely, until there was no trace of everything you had done.

"Spit it here" he hollowed his hand at the height of your lips.

You bit your lower lip, moving your body to be on the same height as he was and confront that confused expression he was giving you.

"I swallowed it" the pride and playfulness in your voice made him smile, and break character almost instantly.

He moved right after you did, placing his hands on your hips while your arms wrapped around his neck.

"Was it better than fiction?" his head tilted as he asked that question.

"It was better than fiction" you admitted, playing with the sweaty locks on his nape. "Did you like it, too?".

San nodded, curving his lips slightly "More than expected, actually".

Before you could smile widely in relief, your boyfriend leaned over to kiss you, gently and caring, moving his lips sweetly over yours to get rid of any drop of his saltiness. "Let's clean ourselves, and let me give you those cuddles you were asking for earlier, alright?".

San helped you move out of bed first, holding your hand carefully so you wouldn't fall, joining in front of you right after. He stopped midway, having you looking at him confused. "Let me tell Seonghwa I arrived well. I forgot to send him the text".

"Go, I'll wait for you in the shower"

As he stepped away from you and turned around, you couldn't help yourself. Your palm smacked against his ass, having him turning at you surprised, giving you an eye smile before he shook his head and made his way to the living room.

It was a good thing he found out about fanfiction after all.

#armpirate #ff #smut #one shot #reader insert #san #choi san #san smut #ateez #choisanxreader #sanxreader #ateez smut #choi san smut #sanxreader scenarios #ateez scenarios #choi san scenarios #soft #idol!au #idol!san

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cosmicjoke · 6 months

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Well, chapter 55 of Saezuru was a doozy.

Where to even start, I wonder.

Well, I'll just start with the thing that jumps out at me most this chapter, and that's actually Tsunakawa, and the impression of him I'm left with.

I know everyone keeps going on about how hot he is in this chapter, but I think people are kind of missing the point with him. With ALL these characters, really, except Yashiro and Doumeki, which is that they're all bad people, Tsunakawa included. Tsunakawa comes across to me as a total psychopath in this chapter, when we get to see his history with Kai and how that all ties into what's going on now with Okuyama and the kidnapping, etc... Kai even says that Tsunakawa isn't the "kind of guy" to just let things go. Tsunakawa, in the past, wasn't satisfied with simply regaining the money that Kai had robbed one of his clients of, but wanted to, out of what seemed to me an inclination toward petty violence and sadism, to both physically hurt and humiliate Kai, and in the process, throw an at the time desperate Okuyama under the bus and destroy his reputation. We basically get shown here that what's happening to Tsunakawa now, and his group, including his daughter being kidnapped, is a result of his own past refusal to show any kind of mercy or leniency. Kai stole the money to begin with because he was upset at Tsunakawa for choking him and humiliating him, just for carrying out one of his own orders in the "wrong place". All this bad shit, including Yashiro now being dragged into this situation and placed directly in danger because of it, is basically Tsunakawa's own fault.

Now the reason I think this is important is because after we're shown all of this, we then see Tsunakawa order Doumeki to stay away from Yashiro. He doesn't like Yashiro, and he doesn't want Yashiro involved particularly WITH Doumeki. Remember he had Kamiya spying on Doumeki and Yashiro specifically because he was suspicious of their relationship. I think Tsunakawa is very petty and very selfish, like most of these men in the Yakuza, something that I think is backed up by what we see of him in this chapter, and he's become possessive of Doumeki, similarly to how Misumi is possessive of Yashiro. He says he'll talk directly to Misumi to settle the matter, which I think also shows a disregard for Yashiro's own agency. I see a lot of parallels between Misumi and Tsunakwa at this point. They've both endangered the people that matter to them, in one way or another, by being petty and selfish.

Now if Misumi DOES get involved, and finds out what Yashiro's been up to, and particularly, finds out about his re-connection with Doumeki, that also complicates things, and worries me a lot. Misumi is violent, and Tsunakawa is violent, and they're both willing to kill and maim to hold on to what they think belongs to them.

It feels to me like this is being set up as almost a tug-of-war between Misumi and Tsunakawa, and Yashiro and Doumeki.

It doesn't help that Kai now knows who Yashiro is and his involvement with Doshenkai. Yashiro isn't aware that Kai knows about his connection to Doumeki, and thus Tsunakawa's group either, which leaves him and Doumeki vulnerable.

I have a feeling this could all turn very ugly, very fast, and the fallout has the potential to be devastating.

All that aside, Doumeki's reaction to Inami's revelation about Yashiro is also really interesting. He tells Inami, before he finally leaves him, that he's "disgusting", and then we see Doumeki sitting in his car, recalling the sexual encounters he's had with Yashiro recently, with what I think is a really stricken expression.

Now, I don't know if his expression is indicative of him realizing that he's "broken" Yashiro, like Yashiro begged him not to four years previous, him realizing that he's bound Yashiro to him, truly, and in the process destroyed his only coping mechanism to deal with his trauma, or if it's an expression of guilt, maybe, for being rough and unkind with Yashiro, only to now understand that Yashiro wants to be treated kindly and gently. His comment to Inami about being "disgusting", and his immediate reaction afterward makes me think Doumeki is feeling a sense of guilt and self-deprecation again for, in his mind, behaving toward Yashiro like Inami might (he hasn't, of course, but we know Doumeki's tendency to think badly of himself, or fear that he's like his father, etc...). But then, him looking again at the memory card with the video of Inami and Yashiro, as if contemplating watching it, has me wondering if he's afraid to confirm what Inami claims about Yashiro's impotency, because it will confirm for him that Yashiro indeed has feelings for him. Doumeki's in a bad situation, if that's the case, because he's beholden now to Tsunakawa. We have to remember a recurring theme in Saezuru is that love can't exist in a world like that of the Yakuza. It isn't compatible with that world.

Well, we'll have to wait and see with the next chapter I suppose. Doumeki came back, after all, which goes directly against Tsunakawa's orders. So we see he's willing to disobey his new boss out of his desire to be near Yashiro. How this plays out is anyone's guess.

#saezuru tori wa habatakanai #twittering birds never fly #chapter 55 #spoilers #saezuru spoilers

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jozor-johai · 18 days

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Days, Moons, Snow, and Letters: Proposing an new timeline for the ADWD North

The timeline you think you know around Jon's death is wrong, and this post is to show you why. Every discussion about who really wrote the Pink Letter is missing a crucial detail: Jon dies a month before Tycho Nestoris even reaches the Crofter's Village.

Yes, I am aware this sounds like an unbelievable claim. I would love for someone to convincingly prove me wrong, and if you believe you can, please let me know. However, I am reaching this conclusion using only the facts, which I will break down for you here.

Based on Asha's careful count of the days in The King's Prize and The Sacrifice, Jon's account of the moons from Jon VII onward, and Asha's, Theon's, and Jon's account of the snowstorm around Winterfell, I believe I can convincingly argue that by the time Tycho Nestoris arrives at Stannis' camp at the end of The Sacrifice—before any battle has taken place at all—Jon has already been dead for a month.

Very long (and dry) explanation below the cut. Please enjoy.

At the end, there's a Timeline breakdown illustrating the rough outline by the day, so don't worry if my tally of the weeks starts to get confusing, there is a clarifying list at the end.

The intuitive version—where George is giving us helpful hints

Jon VII, The Prince of Winterfell, and The King’s Prize.

In The King’s Prize, Stannis’ host sets out from Deepwood Motte. Because this is important for timing everything else, let's call this Day 0.

In Jon VII, during a new moon, Jon receives a letter informing him of this plan ("we march against him")—I believe we can sync these events as occurring roughly contemporary to one another, with Jon VII happening a few days later. For ease later on, let's say Jon VII happens ~0.5 weeks after Asha departs Deepwood; this is ~Day 3.

Very shortly after that is Prince of Winterfell and Jeyne’s marriage: during this chapter, Roose receives word that Stannis has left Deepwood Motte. Allowing for just a bit more wiggle room (for Arnolf Karstark to have received a similar update as Jon did, and then to forward that information to ahead to Roose) we can place Prince of Winterfell fairly soon after Jon VII, itself after The King’s Prize begins. Let's call this ~Day 6.

Theon in Winterfell

Thanks to Asha keeping track of the days to the number, we know that Stannis' host spends at least 34 days on the march (Asha notes that "On the thirty-second day" grain ran out, at least two more days pass—the day "Lord Peasebury turned against the northmen" and "The next day the king's scouts chanced upon an abandoned crofters' village") and then Stannis' camp spends an additional 19 days at the Crofter's Village before Tycho and Theon arrive ("they had been three days from winterfell for nineteen days"). Therefore, we can almost exactly place Theon's arrival at the Crofter's Village no sooner than 53 days from the time they left Deepwood Motte. (It's possible, but not necessary, to insert more days between 32 and the Peasebury day, and we're trying to keep this march as short as possible.)

Therefore, the entirety of Theon’s Winterfell arc occurs during this time, since Prince of Winterfell starts right after the announcement that Stannis has begun to march, and because accounting for a ~3 days' ride between WF and the Village, Theon I occurs ~3 days before The Sacrifice. We can actually reasonably sync these chapters, but for the most part we don’t really have to—Ghost of Winterfell begins four days prior to Theon I, so that only needs to align with Tycho's arrival, and the Turncloak can just happen somewhere in between. But:

The one interesting thing to note is the snow in The Turncloak, when snow begins to fall heavily ("by nightfall snow was coming down so heavily"), and the snowstorm begins. However, it is also in this chapter that two scouts return to inform Roose that Stannis’ host has begun to break apart in the snow and had "slowed to a crawl". Comparing that to Asha's updates, this is at the earliest ~1 week into the march by Asha’s count, or anytime afterward ("fourth day of the march... snow began to fall" + "third day of snow, the king's host had begun to come apart"). So, by the time it starts snowing at Winterfell, or Asha, it's already been snowing a few days, at minimum. Accounting for additional travel time back to Winterfell from wherever Stannis is, and considering that this report comes just as Winterfell is getting snow, that means Stannis’ host got the snow roughly over a week before the snow reached Winterfell.

Almost like the snowstorm is following Stannis there. ;)

Asha's Days

As for Asha and Jon’s storyline—where it actually matters here—it appears remarkably easy to compare time:

I believe Asha counting the days must be an exercise with narrative importance, and it's incredibly useful. As I said above, we can pin nearly to the day how much time elapsed from the beginning of Stannis’ march from Deepwood Motte until their arrival at the Crofter’s Village (no less than 34 days, cited above) and then add another 19 days at the Crofter’s Village in advance of Tycho’s arrival.

Together, the time from the beginning of The King’s Prize to the end of The Sacrifice is, at minimum, 53 days. Let's say Theon and Asha reunite on Day 53.

TWOW Theon appears to occur just before dawn the next day, and since The Battle at the Crofter’s Village appears to begin immediately after TWOW Theon ends, we’ll say that the Battle, therefore, is Day 54, or 7 weeks and 5 days following Stannis' departure from Deepwood Motte.

Jon's Moons

Meanwhile, every subsequent Jon chapter gives us either a moon phase or an account of days past:

Jon VII occurs during a new moon ("They had no moon to guide them home, and only now and then a patch of stars.") The weather is notably clear, clear enough that it's a plot element: this is the reason for heading to the weirwood grove now. When Jon returns he get the news of Stannis’ departure from Deepwood. We've allowed for some raven time, so we're calling this ~Day 3.

(As an aside, it’s been storming the last seven days, so the latest Mance could have left is a week prior, though obviously since we’re syncing this with Prince of Winterfell, Mance likely left earlier than that.)

Jon VIII occurs just before the half moon, about a week later. A moon "but half-full," to quote the text exactly. This is when Val departs to find Tormund. I interpret "but" to mean just before half-full, so we'll say this is 6 days later: ~Day 9.

Val says she will return on the "first night of the full moon." No one ever says she’s late, and Jon never worries about her being gone too long, so we can assume this is true—Val returns on the first night of the full moon, with Tormund, in Jon X. We can even be generous and say this is ~9 days later, and say Jon X occurs ~Day 18.

Since Val leaves in Jon VIII and returns a week later in Jon X, then Jon IX has just over a week’s period to occur. If we’re being generous, we can say this occurred only a few days after Jon VIII, around the actual half moon. Let's say Jon IX happens ~Day 11.

In Jon IX, Selyse arrives and declares she intends to stay “no more than a few days,” and while this prediction is not a trustworthy source, it might give us some kind of ballpark. Jon also notes the weather is clear in the morning for once, calling it a “respite.” He thinks the snows have "moved off to the south" (to Stannis?) but by the evening, the snow is "coming down more heavily". The next day, Tycho appears to be gone, and Alys arrives.

So: Tycho appears to leave just over 1 week after Jon VII, when Jon received word that Stannis planned to march on Winterfell. This way, it makes intuitive sense that Jon sent Tycho to Deepwood Motte—barely any time has passed. It seems entirely possible that Stannis had yet to leave, or at least that Tycho could catch up with him on the march. So far, this feels entirely believable and logical.

In Jon X, Alys weds. Flint and Norrey have "hied" (hurried) to Castle Black for the Wedding, which is possible if we've said that Jon IX was ~1 week ago. The snow is still falling "heavily". Jon receives a letter confirming that eleven ships have left Eastwatch for Hardhome (likely a few days prior). Val arrives that night—our full moon, we presume. Again, this is Day ~18.

Jon XI begins the next morning. ("that day" until "finally, as the shadows of the afternoon grew long"). There is no place to fit any time in between here and Jon IX, because this chapter includes Jon showing Val her new quarters ("I've had the top floor made ready for you"). This is ~Day 19.

Also in Jon XI, Jon notes that the snow has finally stopped after two weeks ("a fortnight"). The last time we know the weather was clear for more than a few hours (so clear it was a plot point!) was Jon VII, when Jon went to the weirwood grove. By our count of the moon, Jon VII was two weeks ago, so this lines up exactly.

Tycho

So: we've said Tycho leaves in Jon IX, which is just over a week since Jon VII. If, at an estimate, we're saying Jon VII probably occurred about a half a week after Stannis actually left, Tycho departed Castle Black 1.5 weeks into Stannis' march. Again—he could catch up here, so makes sense that Jon sends Tycho to Deepwood Motte first.

Meanwhile, thanks to Asha, we know Tycho makes it to Stannis’ camp 7.5 weeks after their departure, on Day 53. If we are roughly syncing the start of The King’s Prize half a week before Jon VII, and seeing Tycho set out from Castle Black only a week later, then Tycho takes ~6 weeks to reach Stannis, and he’s not a teleporting banker at all. ~42 days is plenty of time to reach Deepwood Motte, negotiate the exchange of hostages, travel to Winterfell in the storm, grab Theon, and then make it back to Stannis’ camp. Again, this makes sense.

Jon X—Jon XIII

However, we now run into the problem of how much time has passed since Tycho left.

We said before that Jon X and Jon XI (the next day) occur ~1 week after Tycho departs. Jon XI is ~Day 19.

After that, Jon XII occurs exactly three days following Jon XI—there’s no space to add any extra time here. In Jon XI, Tormund and Jon agree to let the Wildlings through in three days' time, and Jon XII follows that event proceeding as scheduled. We can safely place Jon XII ~1.5 weeks following Tycho’s departure. Jon XII is ~Day 22.

Jon XIII is the only remaining Jon chapter without a moon phase or a clear date. However, there are a number of events that demand it be soon after Jon XII.

First, there's Tormund's return. Back in Jon XII, Jon says Tormund will take men to Oakenshield in “within a day or two.” In Jon XIII, Toregg returns in the morning to announce that Tormund has settled his people at Oakenshield and is returning in the afternoon. Tormund arrives that afternoon.

Then, there's the matter of Hardhome. In Jon XII, he recieves news of the disaster at Hardhome ("Very bad here. Wildlings eating their own dead"). Jon XIII begins with Jon and Selyse discussing Hardhome, seemingly for the first time; Jon later discusses a Hardhome ranging with Marsh and Yarwyck, also for the first time; Melisandre also tries to stop Jon from leaving for Hardhome, also for the first time. Jon XIII occurs as soon as Jon makes the plan to leave for Hardhome. He sounds hurried; he says "they are starving at Hardhome by the thousands," and he makes a plan with Leathers to arrange the meeting in the Shieldhall in time for Tormund's return from Oakenshield—the only thing holding them up from leaving is Tormund's return.

Up to you how long you think Jon would have waited to discuss this—I don't think very long. In order to argue that more time passes between Jon XII and Jon XIII, we need to argue that Jon hears of the starving Wildlings eating their own dead and waits for weeks before acting.

Additionally, Cregan Karstark is taken out of the Ice Cells in Jon XIII after having been imprisoned there sometime before Jon X. Considering Jon X and Jon XII have to be four days apart, that's fine, and we might imagine that Cregan has been there for maybe over a week, or more. However, Jon spent four days in an ice cell in ASOS Jon X and in this time Alliser Thorne threatened that Jon would "die in there." With that comparison, we're limited in the timeline by imagining how much longer than ~1 week we can keep Cregan Karstark alive in the ice cells prior to his release in Jon XIII without him freezing to death first.

Soon after, the Bastard Letter arrives, and Jon is killed.

Personally, I think it’s most likely that Jon XIII occurs only a few days following Jon XII. If I’m feeling generous, I’d say we can put Jon XIII ~1 week following Jon XII, and being generous we’ll say that Jon dies ~2.5 weeks after Tycho departs Castle Black. That is, therefore, 3.5 weeks after Jon first heard word that Stannis was leaving Deepwood Motte, and (we're guessing) ~4 weeks after Stannis actually left.

So Jon dies on ~Day 30. By this count, Jon's dead, and Tycho Nestoris still won’t arrive at the Crofter’s Village for another ~3.5 weeks—he can't come any faster, Asha's been counting.

Next, I'm going to propose (and acknowledge) the ways that other versions of this timeline will fix this problem, though I don't like them exactly. Then, afterwards, I'm going to give a last piece of evidence why I believe in the version of events I've just described.

If you're unintersted in "what-ifs," scroll down to "The Snowstorm"

The Less Intuitive Version—where George sneaks in "The Mystery Month"

Because I'm arguing that Jon appears to die on ~Day 30, and Tycho doesn't even reach Asha until Day 53, in order for us to believe Jon XIII happened after TWOW Theon, we’d need to invent a month to add in to Jon’s storyline. Jon XIII has to occur after Day 60, at minimum.

I call this the “Mystery Month”—is there a missing month in Jon’s storyline, or isn’t there?

There a couple ways to make this happen, and I'll explain why I don't believe them.

The trouble with slow ravens

Number one, across the board, it feels very tempting to add buffer time by imagining that Stannis left Deepwood Motte even earlier than we estimate—maybe a whole week, or even longer, before Jon hears about it in Jon VII. The main issue with this strategy is that Stannis has to send the letter, so the raven leaves at latest when Stannis does, and so now we're arguing that a raven takes over a week to fly to reach Jon .... which means that now we're also adding additional estimated time for how long it took a raven to deliver the Pink Letter, and everything has to be pushed even earlier.

That is to say: if we said it takes two weeks for word to reach Jon before Jon VII, I would say now the "battle" in the Pink Letter has to happen weeks earlier to account for this extended raven time.

The long wait before Jon XIII

The first, simplest way to add a month, is that we say this: Jon XIII happens a month after Jon XII. It took Jon a month to plan for and to bring up Hardhome to Selyse, Selyse has waited over month to plan her weddings with Gerrick Kingsbloods’ daughters, and Tormund has been at Oakenshield for over a month. The Letter arrives a month after the Wildlings come through, and so long as the King’s Prize also began over a week before Jon gets the Letter about it in Jon VII, we can make this work. Tycho arrives on time, we skip ahead a month before Jon XIII, and then Jon dies after the battle.

Yes, this could be how it happens, No I do not think that it's convincingly possible that Jon XIII happens a month after Jon XII.

If we don't want to try to force in a lot of time between Jon XII and Jon XIII, there are a few other ways to attempt to solve this (though these are still three timelines of entirely my own invention):

Skipping a moon before Jon VIII

We could add a month in between Jon VII and Jon VIII, where Jon VIII is not the waxing half moon following Jon VII’s new moon, but the one after that. We're locked in at the moon cycle, so instead of one week, this has to be a ~5 week gap. The major issue with this is: we’ve lined up Jon VII roughly with the beginning of Stannis’ march, and Tycho still hasn’t arrived at Castle Black yet. If we place Jon IX right after Jon VIII again, we'll add a month to our previous estimate of Jon IX can say that Tycho leaves ~Day 39.

With this timeline, Tycho has ~2 weeks to catch up with Stannis’ host, reaching both Deepwood Motte and Winterfell along the way. This seems unbelievably fast (considering that Deepwood to Winterfell alone was over two weeks in good weather).

The thing is, that doesn’t even matter: since this doesn’t change our earlier estimate of how long Jon has left to live after Tycho’s departure (~2.5 weeks), that still means Jon dies roughly around the same time Tycho arrives.

There's an even bigger logical issue here: in this scenario, that means Jon, who heard five weeks ago that Stannis is marching on Winterfell—which is apparently a two-week march ("fifteen days")—still sent Tycho to Deepwood Motte to catch Stannis. Why would Tycho go to Deepwood first, and not Winterfell, if Jon learned Stannis marched five weeks before Tycho left? It's true that it happened to work out, but Jon wouldn't have known, at this point, how snowed in Stannis is.

The Val takes three weeks version

Alternatively, here everything is spread out more, which is closer in spirit to what the Unofficial Timeline suggests.

We can try to give both Val and Tycho a little more time before Val's return, but we’re always trapped in a moon cycle between Jon VIII and Jon X because otherwise Val’s promise to return at the full moon doesn’t make any sense. The best way to do this is to imagine that Val leaves on a waning half moon, rather than waxing half moon. This means that Val has three weeks to travel, and it also means we have move Jon VIII to three weeks after Jon VII (and therefore ~3 weeks into King’s Prize). Here, Jon VIII is ~Day 24.

(However, this is counterintuitive—it’s more natural to imagine that being shown a half moon following a new moon would mean the waxing half moon. Also, I believe it goes contrary to the actual description: Jon notes the moon was “but half full,” and the “but” makes it seem like it will be half-full soon, not that it just was. Again, we can allow it. This also means that when Val looks at the half-moon and says: look for me at the first week of the full moon, she doesn’t mean next week, she means in ~3 weeks from now—after the moon has gone to new and then back to full again. Once again, this feels very counterintuitive to say, but it will give us more time.)

In this version of events, Tycho and Alys can still arrive as early as right after Jon VIII, and therefore that Tycho left Castle Black ~3 weeks after Jon VII, roughly around ~Day 26. (Once again, this doesn’t make too much intuitive sense to me: why would Jon send Tycho to Deepwood Motte three weeks into a two-week march?)

This doesn’t change our count of time from Jon X—Jon XIII (a generous ~1.5 weeks) but now we’re saying say that Tycho left Castle Black three weeks prior to Jon X, so this gives us 4.5 weeks between Tycho’s departure and Jon’s death.

This solves the issue of the teleporting banker: Tycho leaves ~3 weeks into Stannis’ march and has ~4.5 weeks to make the trip, so he’s faster than Stannis but not impossibly fast. However, because the moon phases are still locking our ability to only month here for the moon to align, we still have Tycho arriving roughly the same time Jon dies.

Mystery Month+

Since we're trapped into a vague schedule by Jon's noted moon cycles, the only remaining option is to assume that one of the above is true, and that Jon XIII happens at least two weeks after Jon XII. That would also make the timeline work.

However, to me, this all seems highly counterintuitive and unlikely…

And that’s before we factor in the accounts of the weather.

Yes, I have one more piece of evidence to propose, and although this is a bit more debatable, I believe it corroborates my initial timeline.

The Snowstorm

Asha sets out from Deepwood Motte, and four days later, the snows begin. By a week into the march ("third day of snow"), the host has begun to separate, and slow to a crawl.

Around this time, or a little later, we imagine the Bolton scouts see the Stannis host struggling, and turn home to report back. Several days later, accounting for vague travel time (because Stannis is less than halfway to Winterfell by this point), they report this to Roose, and it begins to snow in Winterfell, too. Let's say, roughly, it begins snowing at Winterfell around ~2 weeks after Stannis departs, maybe adding a couple days. This is when The Turncloak happens—let's say ~Day 16.

Remember what I said about the snow in The Turncloak being interesting?

In Jon VII (at my estimate, ~Day 3) the weather is clear—clear enough that Jon heads north of the Wall. If we're aligning these moments, this seems to be true for Stannis, too.

The first we hear of snows to the south in Jon IX ("moved off to the south"), and in Jon X, we hear that south of Castle Black the "kingsroad was said to be impassable" from snowstorms. In Jon XIII, Yarwyck points out that the Wall is getting snow blown against it because the "wind's from the south". This is three different accounts of harsh weather to the south, and all of this points to this being the storm at Winterfell.

If we go back to my original timeline, Stannis leaves Deepwood Motte a little before Jon VII, and Jon X occurs two weeks later around ~Day 18. In that timeline, then those reports of impassable snows to the south line up exactly with when the snows appear to have hit Winterfell, from our estimation of the sync between King’s Prize and Turncloak. Snows hit Winterfell roughly ~Day 16, Jon gets reports that the Kingsroad is impassable ~Day 18. That lines up.

According to my proposed timeline, this is still four or five weeks before Tycho Nestoris arrives. A week later, in Jon XIII, when the winds from the south are only getting worse… that fits, because Asha and Theon have another three or four weeks of snow to go. And Jon is dead.

The End

TL;DR: Comparing Jon’s tracking of the moon, Asha’s tracking of the days, and accounts of the snowstorm around Winterfell all lead me to believe that Jon dies four weeks before Tycho Nestoris reaches the Crofter’s Village.

In my proposed timeline: Tycho leaves ~1 week after Stannis does, he takes ~6 weeks to make it to the Crofter’s Village, and Jon’s already been dead for a month. So, there's been a month since. This way, Jon sending Tycho to Deepwood makes sense, and Tycho taking 6 weeks to make the journey makes sense. The accounts of the snowstorms line up.

What doesn't make sense is: the Pink Letter arrives over a month too early to be real.

Implications

But what could I possibly be saying? I don't even really know. This is such an unusual conclusion that there is very little theorizing in the fandom about what this would mean.

.... Although, I do have a pet theory for this: it does feed into my desire for the Wildlings to make a surprise appearance in TWOW.

Take this with a grain of salt. BUT. We know from AGOT that it usually takes ~3 weeks to travel from Castle Black to Winterfell. That means that a Wildling host would have a month, or even five weeks, depending on timing, to have marched from Castle Black to Winterfell afterward, and could arrive at Winterfell right on time for Stannis to advance. If that were the case, it could explain why Stannis seems so unhurried at the Crofter's Village. Maybe he's waiting for them to arrive. It could work that way. I'm not getting into any other logistics here, because this is a tall tale to defend.

On the other hand, as much work as this was, I’d love to be proven wrong here! It's all in the name of science, if by science I mean obsessive analysis of fiction. If someone has a detail I’ve missed, please let me know.

TIMELINE

Day 0: King's Prize: Stannis Marches. The King's Prize begins.

Day ~3: Jon VII: New moon, word from Stannis.

Day 4: King's Prize: Snow begins for Asha.

Day ~6: Prince of Winterfell. Word from Arnolf that Stannis marches on Winterfell.

Day 7: King's Prize: Stannis' host begins to break apart in the snow.

Day ~9: Jon VIII: ~Half moon, Val departs and will return in ~a week.

Day ~11. Tycho Nestoris arrives and Jon sends him to Deepwood Motte. Jon notes it seems there are snows off to the south.

Day 15: King's Prize: Stannis has moved less than half the distance.

Day ~16. The Turncloak. It begins to snow heavily in Winterfell.

Day ~18. Jon X. Val returns, new moon. It's snowing heavily in Castle Black. Word comes that the Kingsroad south of Castle Black is impassable from heavy snow.

Day ~19. Jon XI. Jon meets with Tormund, shows Val her new quarters. Wildlings cross in three days.

Day 20. King's Prize: Asha loses her ankle chains because her horse dies.

Day ~22. Jon XII. The wildlings cross. Clear in the morning but Tormund notes snow will start again overnight. Tormund plans to go to Oakenshield in a day or two. Word of the Hardhome disaster.

Day 26. King's Prize: Stannis' host runs out of vegetables.

*Day ~30. Jon XIII, by my estimate. Jon plans to leave for Hardhome. Strong winds blowing snow from the south. Tormund returns from Oakenshield. Bastard Letter, Jon dies.

Day 32. King's Prize: Stannis' host runs out of grain.

Day 34. King's Prize: Stannis' host reaches the Crofter's Village.

Day 45. The Karstarks arrive at the Crofter's Village. (The Sacrifice)

Day 47. The Ghost in Winterfell: Ryswell man-at-arms found dead. Snow makes visibility outside Winterfell near-zero.

Day 48. Ghost in Winterfell: Aenys Frey's squire found dead in the morning. Flint crossbowman found dead in the afternoon. Stable collapses at night.

Day 49: Ghost in Winterfell: Yellow Dick found dead in the morning. Visibility so low Theon cannot see "three feet in front of him." Confrontation about whether Theon is the killer.

Day 50: Ghost in Winterfell: Theon stays up all night; just before the dawn the sounds of horns and drums outside wakes everyone Winterfell. Theon is found in the godswood by three of the spearwives and taken to meet Mance in the Burned Tower. Theon I: A raven arrives (from the Karstarks) informing Roose of Stannis' location. Theon and Jeyne escape and are found my Mors.

Day 53: The Sacrifice: Tycho Nestoris arrives with Theon, Jeyne, and the Ironborn from Deepwood Motte.

*Day 60: At minumum, earliest time Jon XIII can occur for the Pink Letter to be accurate.

#Genuinely curious what you all will have to say because I think I am actually fundamentally altering the discourse around the Pink Letter #jozor thoughts #asoiaf meta #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #asoiaf analysis #Pink Letter #Bastard Letter #Jon Snow #asha greyjoy #theon greyjoy #asoiaf timeline #asoiaf fandom

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avonne-writes · 2 months

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More subspace!Gale alert: Do you have any thoughts on Gale being blindfolded? I loved that in your fic you had him giving oral to John, but John was so sweet and gentle with him - I agree with the whole dynamic that John only needs to hold his head still to show him he wants Gale to go down deeper etc. rather than be rough in his demands. And I think Gale enjoys it's because it's a goal or task that John is giving him that he feels he can earn John's praise (although the bar is low and John would never berate him if there was something he couldn't do or was too overwhelmed for). I was trying to think of what other scenes would scratch a similar itch and was thinking perhaps Gale would like being blindfolded as a request/"task"? It might be quite a bit further on in their relationship (the soldier instincts to always be aware of surroundings and the heightened vulnerability could take a while to overcome) but when Gale truly takes being in subspace with John as inherently safe and he can trust without abandon, I think perhaps being blindfolded could be calming for him? Perhaps would fit in with his slight OCD/over-sensitisation tendencies you've described and let him switch his brain off to just following John and being looked after? Also being blindfolded might make him feel less self-conscious. Would love to hear any and all of your thoughts, or any other ideas of "scenes" you'd see them doing when Gale is submitting...

The Art of Letting Go

Great question! I'm happy to talk about subspace!Gale. I went a little overboard with the headcanons but I had a lot of ideas:

Blindfolds: Yes, blindfolds work well for Gale - if he’s blindfolded, he goes down into subspace faster. You can see in the fic that he struggles to keep his eyes open in subspace anyway, so a blindfold just speeds up the process of focusing on all the other sensory stimuli he feels.

Sensual tactile play: While we're at sensory things, Bucky can do a great scene by telling him not to move and then drawing slow, light touches up along the lines of his naked body. For example, brushing his skin with a light piece of fabric like a tie, up from his shins, over his thighs, hips and stomach to his chest, circling around his nipples, teasing his neck... Or he might trail his mouth over the same path, nipping him sometimes or sighing against the hills of his body to mix up the sensations. Gale always breaks out in goosebumps at first and his breathing speeds up until he’s tipped over that edge of surrender, and then he doesn’t even think of squirming anymore.

Mirror play: mostly as foreplay because of the logistics of it, but if Bucky orders Gale to watch it in the mirror as he enjoys Gale's body and showers it in love, Gale is going to shiver in pleasure. This is often how they start a scene if they get into the mood in the bathroom - Bucky plasters himself to Gale's back and mouths at his neck, undresses him slowly or runs his palms all over him if Gale is already naked. He holds Gale’s eyes in the mirror as he rubs himself against Gale's ass, and if Gale looks away from the view out of lingering shyness, Bucky grabs his jaw gently and turns his face back towards the mirror.

Orgasm control: having to wait for permission isn’t Gale's favourite because he feels so weak and out of his own control in subspace that holding back is a huge effort. But in the middle of a scene, when he’s still more alert, it works pretty well, and can push him deeper. The other side of orgasm control, multiple orgasms, is something he likes much more. This one is more difficult for Bucky though because he has to judge how to do it without painful overstimulation, because that will pull Gale out of it. Gale doesn’t take pain well.

Non-sexual dominance: you can see in the fic too that Gale really really enjoys the simplest of commands too. Like staying in place, folding his clothes, letting Bucky undress him. This can be extended for a longer scene, like Bucky can literally push him into the first moments of subspace just by telling him how to undress or how to take Bucky's clothes off and then praising him. It's such a strong positive reinforcement. It makes Gale feel like he’s good, that he satisfies Bucky and makes him happy.

Verbal reassurance: this is essential, of course, but it's a tool by itself - if Bucky verbally emphasizes that he’s the one calling the shots and that Gale doesn’t have to think about anything, it feels really good and helps Gale relax. It can also be nice if Bucky gives Gale rhetorical questions like "do you want to be good for me?" while Gale is still verbal.

Oral play: this is quite specific but Gale definitely enjoys having things in his mouth. It can be as simple as Bucky brushing his thumb over his lips and then pushing the tip of it in, or putting a piece of chocolate in his mouth, or fingers in his mouth while he bottoms. But it could also be the kind of oral we see in the fic.

#mota #buck x bucky #gale cleven #john egan #clegan #gale in subspace #bedroom headcanons #anon #there are other options too of course but these were the ones i thought of when i read the question 😊#not gonna lie i'm tempted to write another one but from bucky's pov

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pardis-dhyai · 1 year

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Heey! I hope you're doing well!

You can not imagine how incredibly happy I am to find someone who writes chubby reader fics and not even just in that awful self depreciation way!

Now if you have the time and energy for it may I request something with a chubby reader who has a chronic illness (mine is EDS, so chronic pain and frequent dislocations) but is also a lot stronger than anyone expects, especially from a chubby ill reader?

I am currently super hyped for Baizhu and some of my favourites are Cyno, Childe or Yae Miko. Although any character would be amazing!

long time no post. hope you all are well, and happy baizhu release! and i'm glad to provide, anon. we're just people too that deserve respectful content. as a chronic condition haver but not EDS i will leave everything but the pain and dislocation pretty vague. just not something i personally experience and i don't want to try and act like it's something i do, lol.

shit, you're strong!

characters featured: baizhu, cyno, tartaglia, yae miko

pronouns used: none--second person perspective.

warnings: vague descriptions of pain/limb dislocation, reader picking people up, sparring (tartaglia)

notes: written with a chubby reader in mind. will not really work if you aren't chubby. also, if you like my work, feel free to leave me a tip if you want and are able!

baizhu, being chronically ill himself, will not bat an eyelid at any symptoms. not only is he a doctor, but he gets it. like on a personal, visceral level. he's the guy that will just go "oh dear, let me fix that" as he pops your shoulder back into place. then you pick him up and squeeze him as thanks and the man squeaks and sputters. he never really underestimated you, but he did NOT expect to be picked up like a sack of potatoes. he can't say he doesn't like it, though. also extremely understanding of your pain, and will make accommodations for the both of you to be as comfortable as possible on dates.

cyno might fuss over you a little too much. freaks out at the slightest mutter of "ouch" from you because he loves you. tries to slap a band-aid on you when your leg is clearly in need of resetting and suggests a doctor's visit when you sigh. things like that. to show him you're fine, you pick up a heavy crate he was supposed to check for illegal knowledge capsules and just. lift it over your head. cyno has a conniption. after you show him without a doubt that you're ok, he'll sheepishly admit he's over-worried. he knows you're capable, and now he knows you're strong. he just cares so, so much.

tartaglia is fucking ecstatic when you swipe the backs of his knees and send him flying when you spar. he was always worried about being too rough with you because of the potential of you getting seriously injured, but once you show off your strength he relaxes a lot more. he's still incredibly conscientious of your health, but...you might actually leave training with a bruise or two. also makes it clear to never hesitate to tell him the second something actually hurts. he's the king of making you a sushi roll in a blanket and plopping you down on his lap with a heat pad.

yae miko is a giggling mess when you tell her that people underestimate your strength. she's more astute than most, and despite your condition she is very aware from the start of your abilities. she knows how silly it is to judge based on appearances. on days the pain is extra awful she will bring you a bowl of tofu to share, content to sit with you and while the day away. hm? her duties? oh, please. nothing is more important to her than spending time with her beloved.

#baizhu #tartaglia #cyno #yae miko #baizhu x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #cyno x reader #yae miko x reader #house of daena #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x chubby reader #genshin x chubby reader #x reader

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sleepsentry · 10 months

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Hi hello I just popped by to tell you just how much I absolutely LOVE your art. The dynamic poses, the color, your shapes, you’re very much an inspiration to me for my own art. I was curious if you’d be willing to share your own inspirations/process in drawing? No need to if you don’t feel like it though. Again, thank you for sharing your art with the world.

Gosh, I'm not sure where I'd even start for that...

I don't think I can get into process atm because it changes so much in such tiny ways all the time. I have a basic skeleton of a process, but the rest is all over the place.

As for insperations:

I follow many many artists online and have picked up many small things just from looking at their work and trying to "reverse engineer" their process in my head.

I've noticed I tend to subconsciously "study" artists just by thinking "how do I draw this? Oh this artist drew it that way! Lemme try..." and I do that many many times while drawing.

Example: I look at the way an artist draws hands, then I look at my own hand and try and mimick the position in the artwork.

I study both and try to connect the dots between them. I feel the way my hand moves and the way the bones and muscles flex and relax.

I try and draw broad shapes, then the underlying mechanics of the hand, then I finish things by drawing what we actually end up seeing on the surface.

I dont draw the bones and muscles of a hand and then the skin just to be clear! I just try and keep them in mind as a draw the outlines.

Like a sculpture having a "skeleton" made of two bits or wire. I don't draw the skeleton, I draw the rough blueprint of where everything goes in quick simple lines. Then I build the "clay" on top.

I don't go that in depth every time but it helps to stop and "be more considered" if you have the time and energy.

Now that I think about it, watch sculpting videos!

It's a very similar process to drawing but 3d instead of 2D! I recommend clay sculpture but I'm sure 3d modeling has similar principles too, even if a very different approach overall.

Here are some channels I recommend:

For cute character dioramas with ridiculous fidelity while being very stylised

For impressive fake food that really shows just how much of an illusion art is

For amazing Dino statues with an eye for detail and convincing naturalism

For 2d artists I follow current professional and/or hobby artists, or even old masters who's work is archived in artbooks and social media accounts. All ranging a wide variety or styles, cute, horror, cartoon, realist, ect... and most importantly, the styles wich aren't as easily definable.

The variety of influences is great! As long as you figure out how to pick and dissect the elements that drew you to the work and how to apply your findings to your own work.

My biggest inspirations as a kid where animation (Disney, pixar, ghibli, ect...), manga, Belgian/French comics my dad had as a kid.

I didn't have the patience or means to learn to animate, but these comics had so much life and motion in their panels! I always found American comics really stiff and more difficult to read because of the detail and "realism". I know American comic art can be very expressive and fluid, but for my undiagnosed eye/brain issues...

This:

Was leagues more "readable" than:

They where literally easier to read.

That comic cover takes me a good few seconds to dissect and process, whereas the two examples above it are instant.

I'm terrible at studying from life due to my poor eyesight and spacial awareness issues, also I have ADHD so, not only is the information my eyes are giving to my brain suboptimal, but my brain is also terrible at processing and reconstructing that information.

Also tracing is a valid way of studying btw, that's how I learnt as a tot and it can be great to try and reverse engineer a finished peice and break it down to it's construction.

Obviously it's not the same as building something from scratch but we're talking within the realms of practice.

I also started trying to "re-learn" some art fundamentals in ways that work better for me, and it's been massively helpful.

I'm already working with fuzzy simplified abstractions of the world around me, so it's horrible trying to see accurately and THEN re-simplify it onto paper.

So something that has helped a lot and I mean A LOT with teaching my brain art basics in a digestible, step by step way, has been:

ART ACADEMY for the DS!

It's great for walking you through art fundamentals in a way that is digestible and no where near as overwhelming as just jumping straight in to a massive, complex, digital art programme.

It gets all the fuss of materials and subject and reference out of the way and let's you just focuse purely on the process of making art itself.

THIS:

WAS MADE WITH THIS:

This is the first drawing lesson:

This is the lesson after that:

This is all with the original DS version!

On a tiny screen with very primitive approximations of pressure sensitivity and no opacity or pen size options.

It mimics traditional art making in the sense that you make what you can with what you have and that limitation allows you to focuse on practice rather than get overwhelmed and over correct everything digitally.

These where tiny, crunchy, microcosmic, simplifications of digital art making back in 2009!!!

It's so refreshingly accessible and manageable.

I haven't even started the newer 3ds game that came out.

So if anyone reading is struggling with their art I highly recommend this little art exercise giver! It's helped me a lot.

OK hope that's readable and helpful. ^^

#asks and answers #text posts #digital art #my art

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averseunhinged · 7 months

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klaroline fic rec friday #1, i guess? meant to start this up for months, but i'm verbose, and time management is hard.

fine china and dull silver by @yespumpkindoodlesthings

in my dotage, i've been less into the constant hardcore angst consumption of my youth and have pivoted slightly toward fluff. but i'm super picky and it can't be fluff for fluff's sake. like my favorite characters are usually some level of The Worst, and if they're going to gently bake a cake, it has to be a murder cake. if you know what i mean.

this is one of my favorite secret good blorbo fics in this fandom, as well as being a secret good season six. pumpkin doodles is great at a lot of things, but they're especially good at maintaining a certain level of assholery even while fluffing up the place. klaus and caroline are very sweet together in this, but they're still klaus (a complete dick, but he's trying) and caroline (anxious and overcompensating, but she's learning). they're filled with a lot of love, even as they power through some of the major plot points of s6.

it jumps off from friendsgiving, which was the point where i too was like oh fuck this show. it just felt like such a regression to s2 for caroline after her s5 character arc. she came so far and learned so much and suddenly we're back to the menfolk discussing whether she deserves to be loved despite her sin of, like, having some level of expectations for the people in her life.

as for klaus, his TO storylines are cleaned up pretty tidily at the beginning in a way that feels relatively natural without putting anyone through all of that. you understand his problems aren't gone, but having caroline around, someone whose moral compass he actually trusts, goes a long way with him.

and the rest of the ensemble is great, too. everyone still has their foibles (elijah is stiff, damon is irreverent, hayley doesn't care about anyone who isn't designated as pack/family, stefan lacks self awareness, etc.), but it's easy to swallow. everyone is still awful in their own ways, but it feels pleasant to read.

it also touches on the idea that caroline could be devastated that stefan would abandon her without having romantic feelings for him. he's her best friend. he saved her from all the people she should have been able to trust, but who wanted to kill her for something that wasn't her fault. he had faith in her and she put her faith in him. and the previous two times he disappeared off the face of the planet, it was because he was actively being harmed and came back all the worse off for it. it would be soul crushing to find out he gave up on her while she worried about him constantly. that's a much more interesting story,imo, than the watered down side romance it became.

small spoilers under the jump

my favorite part is when caroline figures out that she can't follow through on the impulse to turn her humanity off, because there's someone in her life who very much needs her to be present, who loves her and is notorious for holding onto the people he cares about so hard it can crush them.

“I can tell when you’re actually terrified,” she said. “You want me to stay because if I go off the rails, you go off the rails?”

“Something like that,” he said, noncommittally. He wasn’t going to tell her that he thought it would be uniquely dangerous if both of them abandoned Caroline’s moral code.

“Which makes me responsible for your behavior,” Caroline said.

“Someone has to be responsible for me,” he said. “Elijah’s really given up--and you’re so much more talented and energetic than he is, really.” She started to laugh and then her laughter turned to rough sobbing. He pulled the car over and wrapped his arms around her.

“I’m your tower of strength, huh?” Caroline said, through tears.

“Yes,” Klaus said quietly. “I need you.”

“I didn’t think anybody really needed me,” Caroline said.

he won't abandon her and he needs her to not abandon him, even when it would be easier, maybe even kinder in a way to let her turn it off.

#klaroline fic rec friday #there's verbose and then there's this #oops #fic recs

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oodlyenough · 1 year

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last of us 1x09

wanted to sit on this one for a couple days and use it to sort of summarize the season overall. so this will probably be long af lol

I feel like I actually don't have all that much to say about the final episode itself. It was quite faithful to the game, and hit any note I would've wanted it to hit, I think. Minor adjustments in dialogue or character beat felt quite minor.

However, the finale felt a bit underwhelming to me. I'm not sure why. I don't know if it's just because I knew every story beat ahead of time so none of the shock was there, or if I needed another 15 minutes of runtime to really let some scenes marinate, or whether it was just actually so close to the game that I couldn't fully lose myself in it, or that passively watching Joel shoot people is different to doing it yourself, or what it was. But I ended up not being as impacted by this ep as I am whenever I've played the end of the game. I hope it hit harder for show viewers. It seems like it did.

The biggest change is seeing Anna and Ellie's birth. (Lmao @ baby Ellie just plopping out mid fight. Uh... sure.) I think, as far as immunity explanations go, this worked pretty well - I know fans had speculated as much for a while. It was great to see (and hear) Ashley Johnson -- those first grunts running through the woods were so surreal lol that's Ellie! I know those grunts! "You fuckin' tell them Ellie", from Ellie... wahh.

I think I was expecting more on Marlene and Anna. I feel like... the show attempted to substitute the Marlene gameplay segments at the start with this little bit of backstory and the brief Ellie-Marlene scenes in ep 1. But I think there's something lost in not giving them more bonding time, or making it clearer that Marlene has been aware of/keeping tabs on Ellie for all of Ellie's life. I think Marlene being not-exactly a mother figure but still someone important to Ellie, and someone who loves Ellie herself, makes Marlene's death more meaningful, and a bit of that was lost here. I love that Ellie specifically asks about Marlene in the car, for eg, but I'm not sure it felt as earned.

We substituted the Sarah picture with the Joel suicide attempt backstory, which worked -- lol and I honestly had spent no time wondering at all about Joel's scar, so it was a nice and unexpected callback for me and my gamer hubris.

I think the way they did Joel trying to reach out to Ellie using callbacks from the season worked well, even if it was kind of skincrawling to watch, like, in a secondhand embarrassment sort of way, watching him faceplant over and over with it. Spring Ellie is so rough, somehow every time I play I forget about that change and it's a slap in the face when it comes.

I knew there was no way they'd skip the giraffe but I did not expect them to have a real giraffe ?!?!?! Amazing lmao.

The Controversial Hospital Scene... I had some fears leading up to this ep, where like, if they pitched it wrong it could've ruined the whole thing for me, so I was glad we avoided that. Joel's choice is both horrific and understandable. I have complained at various parts of the series that I think the tv show softened Joel too much by leaving his violence off screen, but I do get the impression now they set it up to "tell" us for 8 episodes about what Joel is capable of and then only, finally, in episode 9 do they really show us. I'm a bit on the fence about this and whether it worked or makes it feel like he suddenly transforms into a superhero(/villain) out of nowhere... but I can see what they were going for, at least. And the slow version of the theme song was well placed.

Can't BELIEVE we didn't get the cameo I was expecting lmaoo honestly my biggest shock of this ep. Nurse Laura Bailey was fun though I can't believe I didn't recognize her lol.

Other, season overview stuff now that we're done:

I'm absolutely shocked there was no brick/bottle easter egg. Shocked and appalled!

I ended up agreeing with the "needs more infected" criticism, although I didn't at first. I don't think the show needs a ton of them, but I DO think the ever-present danger of them is necessary backdrop for the world, and you lose that in the show after episode 5. It seems like everywhere Joel and Ellie went was infected-free. I saw someone on Twitter joke "why do they even need a cure there's only like 3 infected" which... yeah.

Still hate Tess' death. My least favourite part of the entire first season lol

Don't agree with how the show's approach to FEDRA

Maria and Tommy's baby is a real wildcard going forward huh?

Overall I feel like I'd give this season ... I dunno an 8.5? Or 9? 8.75?... out of 10. Ultimately I do prefer the game, but I figured I would. I really enjoyed watching it weekly, will miss it, and can't wait for s2. I think part 2's story will need more retooling to work for television, and tbh that excites me, because for the MOST part the bits where the show deviated a little from the game were my favourites.

#the last of us #the last of us hbo

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Does This Look Inanimate To You? ❁ WSoH 4

As the hybrid flower in the restricted greenhouse gets bigger, Willow reaches out to the only person who knows the truth about her magic for help. Takes place on Oct 19th 1 // What Do You Want From Me, Blood? 2 // Someone Tell Lady Luck I’m Stuck Here 3 // Long As You Don’t Make A Habit Out Of It @blight-magic tw: mentions of blood ((we're so back baby~))

WILLOW

Willow was very aware that she was probably pushing her luck.

Aside from the first couple of rough confrontations when Willow first came to Swynlake, Amity had actually been pretty nice. They nodded at each other in the hallways of the dorm, and Willow had offered Amity some of the results of her baking experiments a couple of times. They weren’t nearly as close as they had been as children, but they were friendly.

(Willow had a variety of not-so-great feelings about how Amity only seemed to care about seeing Willow as a person again after they discovered she had magic after all, but Willow would die before confronting them.)

Willow was banking hard on that friendliness right now. After all, Amity was the only person in Swynlake who knew the full truth of who and what she was.

She knocked on the door that had Amity’s name on it, her stomach filled with rotterflies, and when it opened to reveal the familiar sorcerer, Willow just went for it.

“I need your help,” she said in a low voice, hands clasped together in front of her stomach. “There’s something happening at the Garden Grove and Flower isn’t there to help and you’re the only other person who knows. It’s really hard to explain, but if you come with me I can show you.”

AMITY

Amity had no idea how to be Willow’s friend.

She wanted it. To be clear, she really, really, desperately wanted it, especially right now when it felt like she had no friend at all. She couldn’t talk to Riley anymore– things were too awkward and Amity was still hurt with how Riley had, in the end, not given a shit about her. And Mim was Riley’s roommate. This fact alone made Amity feel like the lines had been drawn and the sides had been picked. And so Amity was alone. She was trapped on an island of her own making. And she didn’t know how to escape from it.

She fantasized about an escape though. She thought about asking Willow if she wanted to get coffee or something, then chickened out. She thought about asking Willow to study with her, and she chickened out. She thought about showing up at Willow’s door and apologizing and begging for her to be her friend again, but– yeah. She chickened out.

Never had Amity ever fantasized that Willow would be the one who showed up at her door, looking desperate.

She blinked rapidly. “What?” she uttered. Then thought to herself: DUDE. Don’t blow this, what the hell?? “I mean, yeah, duh, totally, um– lemme just grab some abominations.” She twisted half-around and whistled. “Hey! Honey, wake up!”

Squeaking erupted from the top of Amity’s desk as the little mouse-abomination came to life and scampered down. She scrambled up Amity’s jeans and perched on Amity’s shoulder.

“Okay, cool, we can go.”

WILLOW

Willow almost collapsed in relief when Amity agreed, instead just letting out the breath she didn't know she was holding and giving Amity a tiny, weary smile."Thank you so much," she said as Amity called for her abomination, an adorable little mouse.

(If Willow was eight and still Amity's friend, she would have squealed in excitement at the sight of it, cooing at it and complimenting it while Amity giggled and tried not to look too proud.)

(Willow was not eight, so she just noted it and motioned for Amity to follow her.)

She waited until they were out of the dorms to start talking. "So, Flower has a couple of greenhouses behind the shop," she explained quietly. "One of them is just for the more… exotic magical plants we sell. Things you need a license to buy." Technically the Whisperers didn't, but Flower had stopped putting them on the main floor after it caused too many breakups.

"It's actually really interesting," Willow blurted out. "Some of them have variants back home, but they're tamer here." She hadn't been able to tell anyone about her observations yet, and so the chance to do so with the one person who understood was too good to pass up. "I managed to put them all to sleep before I left, so it's perfectly safe in there."

It probably would have been easier to get Amity first and put the flowers to "sleep" after, but the idea of Amity watching her sing lullabies to a bunch of flowers made Willow want to crawl out of her skin and die.

The last person aside from her dads to hear her sing was Skara, and… yeah. Willow didn't sing in front of people anymore.

AMITY

Amity was gonna try really hard not to nerd out, since this whole thing seemed kind of serious and like she should focus– be the best Blight that she could. But she wanted to nerd out, as Willow started talking about the greenhouses. She had no idea there was something like that in Swynlake! If she’d known, maybe Amity would have actually gone to the Grove, because as it should, she never had. She wasn’t really the flower sort of girl, yanno? Especially since she’d grown up with vampire roses and snapping wolfsbane. She wanted her flowers with teeth.

Still, Amity was good at hiding her thoughts. So although she wanted to say something like Titan’s breath, REALLY? That’s fire! She simply nodded, showing she was listening.

She also wanted to say something like, I’m really glad you found a place for your magic. I bet you fit there nicely.

Or even, You sound like you’re enjoying it– the flowers.

But she didn’t say those things either.

“So what’s going on then? They’re acting up or something?” she asked.

WILLOW

Willow laughed nervously as they approached the Grove and Willow led Amity down the alleyway to the back. “Not… exactly? The regular flowers are fine.”

When they reached the smaller greenhouse, Willow quickly unlocked the door and ducked her head inside to make sure everything was still as she left it before stepping all the way in and waving Amity in. She walked to the back of the room, passing the raised beds full of ‘sleeping’ flowers that looked shockingly similar to what you would find in a garden back on the Isles. The vampire roses stirred at the smell of a new person, but Willow waved her hand over them without looking away from her goal and they curled back up with a quiet mental grumble.

“The problem is this,” Willow said, stopping in front of the raised bed against the back wall and gesturing to the flower that was rapidly taking over the entire bed.

The hybrid was about the size of a watermelon now, supported on all sides by a shrub of nearly-black leaves. Dark purple vines curled down to the floor, some with wicked-looking vines and some without. It was getting harder and harder to make out the pale Whisperers that had originally been in the bed, the hybrid quickly overtaking them.

When it heard Willow’s voice, the flower opened a little bit, revealing more layers of dark mauve petals. The vines began to move sluggishly, and Willow could feel it waking up.

“Willow?” it asked, using the sleepy, husky version of her own voice.

AMITY

So…this was the coolest thing that Amity had ever seen.

When she’d entered the greenhouse, her jaw had dropped. Amity didn’t know much about the study of magical plants. Her path had always pointed her in other directions. To her, plant magic was as boring as potion magic. Too easy, certainly for a Blight.

But now Amity thought she ought to eat her words (or, let’s be honest, her parents’ words– they were the ones who disparaged about ninety percent of specialties). Because she’d never seen anything like the hybrid plant that unfurled and then spoke.

Titan’s liver. Was that like, a thing? Could plants talk? Were plants more sentient than she realized? Well, she knew about whisperers but this was…

This was next level.

“That is… so sick,” said Amity, in awe. “What is it?” She glanced back at Willow. Her once friend had to know, right? “Is it supposed to sound like that?”

WILLOW

Willow couldn’t help herself, she stood a little straighter and smiled a touch wider at Amity’s obvious awe. Willow had never done anything that had inspired awe before, and certainly never with magic. Even if it was the wrong kind of magic, and even if it hadn’t been entirely intentional, she had done something incredible.

The hybrid picked up on Willow’s good mood and unfurled a little quicker, giggling to itself in a younger Willow’s voice as a thornless vine reached out for Willow and wrapped around her fingers and wrist. “I’m not entirely sure,” Willow confessed, stroking her thumb along the dark vine. “I think it’s a hybrid between a Whisperer and a Vampire Rose,” she said. She pointed to the nearby bed of sleeping roses.

“And it doesn’t just sound like that,” Willow said, looking back at the hybrid with an indulgent smile. “Hi, darling,” she said gently. “Want to show Amity what you can do?”

“Yes!” the hybrid cheered happily, sounding almost exactly like a younger Amity. “Hello, dear!” it said, this time in Gilbert Park’s voice. “It’s nice to see you.”

AMITY:

Again, Amity watched in awe, her mouth still slightly ajar. The plant reached for Willow like a child reaching for its parent. Instantly, she remembered the night that the demons descended. She remembered the tiny branch of mint in Willow’s hair. She remembered how it had gently stroked Willow’s forehead when she’d been upset.

This was not sorcery. This was not even close to the earth and plant magic that Amity was familiar with. In her mind, sorcerers commanded the elements. But fairy magic…

Fairy magic worked with the element. It was like Willow and the hybrid were one in the same.

She startled a bit at her own voice– though too young, too foreign. Amity barely recognized it, because it’d been so long since she’d been that person. “That’s hella,” she breathed out. Amity glanced back at Willow, her eyes getting bright and excited. “Seriously, this is so fire! Did you grow this?”

WILLOW

The hybrid was practically preening at Amity’s reaction, flooding Willow’s head with happy emotions until she couldn’t help her own giggle. Amity’s question brought her back out of the clouds.

“Not intentionally,” she said. Willow held out her hand so Amity could see the faint pink line that was left from when she’d sliced her hand open. “I cut myself while I was watering the flowers and when I came back the next day, this was here, in the exact spot I bled all over. And it’s getting bigger and smarter really fast.”

“Safe,” the hybrid cooed to Willow in Eilonwy’s voice, stroking her wrist, and Willow flushed in embarrassment as it repeated the word in a few different voices of those Willow was starting to get closer to in town. Winston, Edward, Hunter, Tony, Jessica.

“Most flowers communicate mostly with emotion, and even Whisperers can’t respond like this. Plus, it’s part vampire rose. I don’t know if the blood meal is going to be enough if it gets too much bigger. If it wasn’t talking back, I wouldn’t worry about it, but…”

Willow sighed. “I just… I don’t have anyone else I can ask, and you know so much more about advanced magic than I do,” she said. “I know fairy magic isn’t the same, but… thoughts?”

AMITY

Amity wanted to have all the answers. She was supposed to have the answers– she was Amity Blight. But she didn’t. She bit into her lip as she gazed at the plant, watching as it cooed at Willow (almost like Amity wasn’t even there). From what she could remember from the one lesson she was forced to take on magical plants, many were truly sentient– as alive and intelligent as any animal was. These plants had to agree to give you things like sap or their leaves, or else they’d fight back. The alternative was that many sorcerers waited for the plants to die naturally before they collected their parts for potions.

But there was nothing in her textbook about… hybrids. That had to be truly advanced plant magic, right? “I…I really don’t know,” she confessed, blushing all the way to her ears. It was tough for her to admit that. Especially to Willow. “I never took any plant class beyond the introductory course. But if it’s talking, that means it can tell you what it needs, right? Or… I’m guessing you haven’t shown Flower? They might have thoughts about it.”

WILLOW

Willow knew it was a long shot when she asked Amity, so she wasn’t disappointed by her answer. Honestly, just having someone else know helped. She shook her head to the second question.

“Flower’s back in their Hollow for a while thanks to this whole permit thing,” Willow said, rolling her eyes at the mention of it. “They were kind of pushing their luck and had to bail before they got arrested. I tried texting them, but they warned me that they weren’t going to be able to check their phone very often so I haven’t really gotten a response yet.”

Willow may have been downplaying it a bit to Flower, as well. She liked them a lot, but if the hybrid ended up being a problem, Willow didn’t want to see what would happen when she was no longer on their good side. It wasn’t like any of the authority figures she’d known in the past had been particularly lenient with her mistakes.

She knelt down so she was closer to eye level with the hybrid, smiling warmly at the bud. “You hear her?” she said gently, reaching out to stroke a leaf closer to the bud. Her fingers were flecked with pixie dust from the shop, and the hybrid giggled and blossomed further in response. Willow cupped the bloom in her hands. “You have to tell me what you need, darling.”

“Yes, Willow,” the hybrid said with a happy giggle, borrowing Willow’s voice once again. “I love you!”

Willow melted at the rush of adoration that flooded her head at the hybrid’s words. “Love you too,” she whispered, giggling at the smooth vines that wrapped around her wrists and fingers and the one that flicked her nose gently. “Okay, knock it off,” she said with a laugh.

AMITY

Amity once again watched Willow and the hybrid, her gaze softening. This is where you belong, Amity thought. And she nearly said it too.

But like always, something held Amity back. She remembered how desperate Willow had been to keep her magic a secret. How she begged Amity not to say anything, as if this was a bad thing. For some reason, Willow might not see the beauty in this like Amity did. Why upset her? This was their like…most normal interaction in years, honestly. There was no blood this time, no demons, no tears, no fire. Willow had even come to her of her own accord. Did she really want to risk screwing that up?

“It looks like the hybrid’s in good hands,” Amity said gently, instead. That seemed…neutral. “I wouldn’t worry too much.”

WILLOW

Willow looked up at Amity and gave her a small smile. That was something Willow was starting to really take pride in; she would never be the magic user the Isles practically demanded that she be, but she was a damn good gardener. Even before she’d had access to pixie dust.

“It’s not like we’re not used to worse,” Willow said with a small laugh. “There was that Wraithwart patch behind the Grudgby field at Hexside a few years ago, remember? I think it took Professor Fernalise like… eight months to fully smother it. It sent seven kids to the Healing Coven.”

Those seven kids had never been the same after, and most of them jumped to the divination track or dropped out all together.

“You aren’t that scary, are you?” Willow cooed to the hybrid, scrunching up her nose, and the whole bush seemed to wiggle with delight.

AMITY

Amity laughed lightly too. It wasn’t really a memory of her own. It was the sort of thing that troublemakers at Hexside explored. The rumours about the patch scorched through the halls and next came the challenges. I dare you…

Plenty of kids attempted to dare Amity. But dares were beneath a Blight. There had been a small part of Amity who had wanted to go look at the Wraithwart patch anyway– if only to see it.

Or to be included.

Had Willow gone? That didn’t seem like her. Or…it did– if Amity remembered her old friend who dug for bits of teeth on Lake Lacuna’s shore.

Amity’s gaze lingered on Willow and the hybrid. “I think it’s really cool,” she said it again. “You should…I dunno. Take care of it, see what happens.”

WILLOW

The hybrid fluffed up its petals at Amity’s suggestion, and Willow let out a sigh of relief. She really did like the little flower, but the unknown factor of it all had scared her. She didn’t have many people to turn to ask for help regarding this kind of stuff, after all.

“Yeah, I think that’s probably the best plan,” she said, giving the hybrid one last loving nuzzle before pushing herself back up to her feet. Willow looked at Amity almost shyly before giving her a warm smile. “And… thanks. For coming. It’s nice to have someone to talk to about this stuff that isn’t also a plant,” she joked.

She could feel the greenhouse start to come back to life around them thanks to the hybrid’s loud emotions. Willow started heading towards the door and waved for Amity to follow. “Do you… want to stop at Hatters on the way back?” she asked, gently detangling the hybrid’s vine from around her fingers and silently sending soothing emotions towards it when it started to whine. “My treat.”

AMITY

The last thing Amity expected was an invitation.

Her eyes widened and she glanced at Willow, momentarily speechless. It just...didn’t make sense. Why would Willow want to go to Hatter’s with her? Sure, there’d definitely been some trauma bonding as the demons descended and Amity had tried to give Willow her space but…

It didn’t feel like enough. Amity hadn’t even offered any help to Willow here, when she’d asked. Amity didn’t deserve Hatter’s.

But like hell if she was going to turn it out.

“I…I would like that,” said Amity and she ducked her head. Shyly, she bumped her shoulder against Willow’s. “But I get to treat you too.”

WILLOW

Willow, still buoyed by the hybrid’s happy emotions, giggled and bumped Amity back gently. She wanted to stay in this moment a little longer, where she just got to be herself.

“Well, if you insist,” she hummed as they walked out of the greenhouse, not noticing the vines that slithered towards the door and writhed impatiently against the floor as she locked the door again and walked away.

#willow shop of horrors #c. amity blight #p. plight

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kyofsonder · 2 years

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Find the Word 1

I’ve been tagged by several people over the last… 3.5 weeks to find select sets of words in my WIPs, and this time I’m not combining them into a single post. That would be endless to scroll through. So I’ll start with a tag from @inkspellangel and find those words first. Thank you for the tag, for your patience while I was away from Tumblr, and for the chance to play this game!

My Words: hate, understand, bridge, against, people

I’ll Tag: @on-noon, @saltysupercomputer, @calicojackofficial, @midnight-and-his-melodiverse, @junypr-camus, and as always anyone else who wants to join in can use these words (or words from my other upcoming FtW posts) and say I tagged them!

Your Words: pretend, accept, offer, aware, hollow

I have a lot of backlog to get through, but I’ll still put the excerpts themselves under a cut as always.

I found hate in my Danny Phantom fanfic “Lingering Scars”:

"As much as I hate to say that you're ever right about anything..." he fakes a shudder, overplaying the movement just enough to earn him a classic Jazz Fenton eye roll, "I definitely would've kept quiet if you'd let me, you're not actually wrong there. I'm the type of guy who's bad at... not doing that. I don't know if it's good or bad that you made me talk, but now that we're digging into the really secret stuff... I have to do this right. There's a place where I can do that, but it's not here. If you can trust me long enough to go there, I'll tell you both what happened to my neck and some other stuff I tried to cover up. I'll show you why I won't disappear on you, or leave either of you alone."

I found understand in my novel WIP “Apricots”:

Ian takes another long, deep breath. He's not angry now. He's not even annoyed, not really. He's... is there a word somewhere between determination to help someone you care about and resignation to sign yourself up for something you don't fully understand? His emotions are somewhere in that area, trying to settle into something more defined. Not unclear, but... imprecise. It's probably the best he can manage.

I found bridge in the rough draft of my Given fanfic “Present Tense”:

The height of their hands shifts as they lean to look into his eyes. Disrupting the flow of time he's been watching. His vision is filled with silver instead. A kind of silver that should have its own separate word, as a color all its own. There are places where the silver itself seems slightly worn, seems grey or almost black. This is the bridge that goes there, to the place in their hands that holds time itself. This is how they pull everything into their grasp. Through this silver that isn't just silver. Through these eyes that aren't usually eyes. Looking at the world in a way Mafuyu would never think to try for himself. Still unable to speak, he nods thoughtfully.

I found against in my short story “Hidden Talent”:

After all, rather than emptiness within Vance himself, it's more like an awareness of all the empty spaces around him. He doesn't need to fill himself with something that's missing. He needs to do something about that awareness itself. Noticing the empty places in a room or a building or even a park, the areas that look blank or vacant. It's those blank spaces that are hungry for something to give them color or presence. They're fading away. They need something to anchor them, to bring them back, and he becomes so hyper-conscious of that need that it makes him hyper-conscious of his own presence, too. His head so full of thoughts, his chest so full of emotions, he ends up feeling like some kind of moving painting himself. Standing out against these spaces that have nothing. It gets under his skin every time, to the point he starts to feel sick with the infuriating need to balance the vibrant and the vacant. The bright and the blank. Give a little paint from the place that has too much and deposit it in places that don't have enough. Wash the excess layers of it off himself and reset. Recolor. Rebalance.

I found people in my Given fanfic “Present Tense”:

A Gibson Hollow-Body, Uenoyama-kun had said. It's been awhile now since he first heard the term, but it still rattles around in Mafuyu's head sometimes. As if his head, too, is hollow and he's desperate to fill it with words -- with the ideas and voices of other people. Maybe that's the right way to learn an instrument, or to have friends, or to be a lover. Maybe it's just a way to distract himself. Maybe it's a way of collecting things that someone else has said, until he can say something on his own. The way he does when he sings. The way he gathered so many of Ugetsu-san's words and his band mates' feelings to make his last song. He's not sure what he's actually trying to do, one way or the other; but he can feel the downward slope of this particular word as it settles into a more or less set position in these early morning thoughts. Hollow.

It took me a long time to get to this one, but I did find every single word on the list – the words against and people showing up so often they stopped looking like real words – and I had fun figuring out how to keep my excerpts short while also sharing what I want to share. Thank you again for the tag!

#writing #find the word #tag game #sonder stories #sonder snippets #this took so long #I have many more to post #most of them drafted out #I drafted them a month ago #then ran out of time #hit mild burnout #I'm better now #but I have so many to get through #I'll slowly post them all #then keep going with new ones

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fragileizywriting · 1 year

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can't write it, not yet, brain is still soup. every day i want to write and every day i feel more and more disconnected from my keyboard. i need to start small. smaller. maybe i won't be afraid of typing.

anyway, have a rough draft where i tell more than show.

spoilers/"spoilers" for flp ahead! it's got stuff in it that hasn't been explained, so take caution i guess if you don't want any spoilers for a oneshot prequel i'll be writing

little chat, asking over and over again to plagg what those hidden doors in the castle are.

"you are to never go there," plagg tells him.

"isn't it rather dumb to tell that to your own son of all things?" chat asks. "you know i can't just not open a door."

"i'm aware." and plagg is smiling. of course he is. he always is. he crouches down to chat's height, kneeling so he can be as frank as possible with his own son. i want there to be a significance of the king kneeling willingly in order to talk to his own child. "i need you to promise me you won't open those doors."

"dad..."

"promise me." and plagg unfortunately isn't smiling anymore. "promise me you won't go searching and opening doors. there are things in this castle that i want you to stay away from. they're locked for a reason, chat, and you won't be able to handle what's on the other side."

chat pauses. weighs his options. recalls those stories of kids who don't listen; who do open doors, or do the dangerous thing... those stories don't exactly end well. even for the kids who defeat the magical beast on the other side, it comes at a price.

chat doesn't feel very brave. not when his dad looks so serious, so solemn, so imploring.

"okay. i promise." and a demon promise can't be broken.

ah. well. see, the thing is, magic is kinda funny, isn't it? chat promised to not go looking and opening.

but what if the door opened and looked first, without anyone's knowledge?

so here's little chat, having an anxiety attack after finding what lurks in the dark. making eye contact, face to face with it, and realizing that this was such a shit idea. he's found by plagg, who's been searching for him in these twists and turns of the castle that feels like a maze— stupidly, he hadn't realized that he could just create a maze himself.

plagg isn't the only one that can confuse the living hell (ha!) out of people with magic.

this is bad.

so he finds his son, this little wet napkin of a boy, shaking in the far far corner of a hallway, sobbing and shivering and scrunched up trying to keep himself safe. he begs for plagg to hold him, plagg does without a second glance. refuses to let go of tikki when plagg takes him back to safety, locking doors, locking hallways, locking hallways within other doors within other realms and smashing the magic that leaks through the cracks with his own, and their son continues to cry.

"what happened?" tikki manages to ask, when chat is in their bed and hiding between the sheets. "you opened—"

"no, no," chat babbles. tries. the poor thing is petrified. "i— i didn't— i promised, i did, i promised i wouldn't, i—"

chat continues to have a panic attack like none other. at some point, plagg has to bring up the topic of purging his memories, because chat can't handle the other side of the door.

tikki can't do it.

"we can't keep doing this to our son," she whispers. nearly in tears herself, knowing just how damaged chat could've been. should she be thankful nothing terrible happened? or vengeful it happened in the first place? "we're gods, we have no choice, but chat's just a boy. this isn't good, plagg."

"i know," plagg tells her. "i wish we could do more."

"we can't keep taking his memory of what happened away every time this happens. this is hurting him, plagg."

"this is only until he's strong enough."

"but—"

"i'd rather have our son alive than dead," plagg pleads. "i know what we're doing is wrong, but it is keeping him alive. it's keeping him well. he can't survive like this. i can't imagine our son turning into a monster because we didn't try to stop it."

tikki keeps crying. "i'll kill him for doing this to chat. i'll do it. he knows i will, as soon as i grab him. he hurts our son every time he does this, and there's nothing we can do."

and then they purge chat's memories of the door opening every single time. chat wakes up with headaches and migranes like none other.

#speakizys #fire lily petals

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crazyfilterlady2024 · 4 months

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Mastering the Art of Mind Control: Take Charge of Your Thoughts and Actions

Listen up, folks! It's time to take control of our minds and steer our lives in the direction we desire. No more letting negativity, doubt, or fear dictate our actions. We hold the reins to our thoughts, and it's high time we learn how to wield that power with authority and finesse".

Have you ever felt like your mind was a runaway train, careening off track with every passing thought? Well, buckle up, because we're about to reclaim that train and turn it into a well-oiled machine of positivity and productivity.

Ever found yourself caught in a whirlwind of thoughts, like a runaway train hurtling off its tracks? It's time to grab hold of the reins and regain control. Picture this: transforming that chaotic train into a sleek, efficient machine driving towards positivity and productivity.

Step one: Secure your mental cargo. Imagine your mind as a precious cargo train, carrying valuable goods. Just as you'd secure your cargo for a safe journey, safeguard your thoughts against negativity and doubt. Install mental security systems—positive affirmations, mindfulness practices—to ensure smooth sailing.

Next, conduct a thorough inspection of your mental tracks. Are they cluttered with distractions and negative influences? Clear the debris, lay down fresh tracks of positivity and purpose. With a clear path ahead, your train can zoom towards success without derailment.

Now, engage your commonsense conductor. When faced with challenges, don't let emotions take the wheel. Instead, rely on your commonsense compass to steer you in the right direction. Evaluate situations objectively, make informed decisions, and stay on course.

But remember, even the most well-maintained trains encounter rough terrain. That's where your inner advisor comes in. Seek guidance from mentors, trusted friends, or your own intuition. Their wisdom acts as a beacon, guiding you through stormy weather.

So, tighten your mental seatbelt and prepare for the journey ahead. With action, security, common sense, and sage advice as your companions, you're ready to reclaim control of your mind's runaway train and steer it towards a destination of positivity and productivity.

Embrace the Power of Positivity: First things first, it's time to kick negativity to the curb. Negative thoughts are like weeds in the garden of our minds – they choke out the flowers of possibility and growth. Instead, let's cultivate a mindset of positivity. Every thought we plant should be a seed of hope, resilience, and determination.

Challenge Your Inner Critic: We all have that little voice in our heads – the one that loves to criticize and tear us down. Well, it's time to put that voice in its place. When your inner critic starts to rear its ugly head, challenge it. Ask yourself, "Is this thought serving me? Is it helping me grow?" If the answer is no, then it's time to evict that negative Nancy from your mind.

In a world filled with negativity, it's time to take a stand and embrace the power of positivity. Negative thoughts act like weeds, suffocating the potential for growth and joy in our lives. Instead, let's cultivate a mindset rooted in hope, resilience, and determination. But beware of your inner critic – that pesky voice in your head that loves to criticize and tear you down. It's time to show it who's boss. When those negative thoughts creep in, challenge them. Ask yourself, "Is this thought serving me? Is it helping me grow?" If the answer is no, it's time to kick that negative Nancy to the curb. By shifting our focus to positivity and silencing our inner critic, we pave the way for a brighter, more fulfilling life. So, let's plant seeds of positivity in our minds and watch them bloom into a garden of endless possibilities.

Practice Mindful Awareness: Mindfulness isn't just a buzzword – it's a powerful tool for taking control of our minds. By practicing mindfulness, we can become more aware of our thoughts and feelings in the present moment. This awareness allows us to respond to challenges with clarity and composure, rather than reacting impulsively out of fear or anger.

Mindful awareness isn't just another trendy catchphrase; it's a game-changer in the realm of self-mastery. When we engage in mindfulness, we elevate our consciousness to the present moment, unlocking a profound understanding of our thoughts and emotions. This heightened awareness serves as a shield against impulsive reactions fueled by fear or anger. Instead of being slaves to our emotions, we become masters of our responses, navigating life's challenges with clarity and composure. Imagine a life where every decision is made with intention, every action deliberate and purposeful. That's the power of mindfulness. So, let's embark on this journey of self-discovery, honing our mindful awareness like a finely tuned instrument. Let's embrace the present moment, savoring its richness and depth. In a world that constantly pulls us in a million different directions, mindfulness grounds us, anchoring us to the here and now. It's time to awaken to the beauty of mindful living and unlock the endless possibilities that lie within.

Cultivate Self-Compassion: We're often our own harshest critics, but it's time to show ourselves some love and compassion. Treat yourself with the same kindness and understanding that you would a close friend. Remember, we're all human, and we're bound to make mistakes. It's how we learn and grow from those mistakes that truly matters.

In the hustle and bustle of life, it's easy to forget the importance of self-compassion. We're quick to criticize ourselves for our flaws and failures, forgetting that we're only human. But it's time to change that narrative. Imagine if we treated ourselves with the same kindness and understanding that we reserve for our closest friends. What if we extended a hand of compassion to ourselves, acknowledging that mistakes are simply steppingstones on the path to growth? Self-compassion isn't about making excuses or ignoring our shortcomings; it's about embracing our humanity with open arms. It's about recognizing that we deserve love and forgiveness, especially from the person staring back at us in the mirror. So, let's make a commitment to cultivate self-compassion in our lives. Let's silence the inner critic and replace it with a voice of kindness and encouragement. Because in the end, it's not our mistakes that define us, but how we choose to respond to them.

Surround Yourself with Positivity: They say you're the average of the five people you spend the most time with, so choose your inner circle wisely. Surround yourself with positive, uplifting individuals who support your goals and aspirations. Their energy will rub off on you, helping to reinforce your own positive mindset.

Conclusion: So, there you have it – the keys to mastering the art of mind control. It won't be easy, and it certainly won't happen overnight, but with dedication and perseverance, you can take control of your thoughts and actions like never before. Remember, you are the captain of your own ship, and it's time to set sail for a brighter, more fulfilling future.

Surrounding yourself with positivity isn't just a cliché; it's a powerful strategy for success. As the saying goes, you become the company you keep. So, why not choose companions who uplift and inspire you? Selecting a circle of positive, supportive individuals can work wonders for your mindset. Their enthusiasm and encouragement will seep into your soul, fueling your own journey towards positivity and personal growth. In a world where negativity often lurks around every corner, having a tribe of positivity warriors by your side is like armor for the soul. They'll help you navigate life's challenges with grace and optimism, propelling you towards your dreams. So, as you embark on this quest for a brighter tomorrow, remember to surround yourself with those who believe in you and your potential. With their unwavering support and your determination, there's no limit to what you can achieve.

As we wrap up this journey towards mastering the art of mind control, remember this – you are the captain of your own ship. The seas may be unpredictable, and storms may come, but armed with positivity, mindfulness, self-compassion, a supportive circle, and sage advice, you are equipped for smooth sailing. In the grand symphony of life, your thoughts are the melody. So, let's compose a masterpiece that resonates with resilience, joy, and unwavering determination. As you navigate the currents of your mind, set the course towards a future illuminated by your inner light. The adventure doesn't end here; it's a perpetual odyssey of self-discovery and growth. Embrace the challenges as opportunities and relish the victories as milestones on your transformative journey. Remember, every thought is a brushstroke on the canvas of your life – paint it with vibrant hues of positivity.

Love Always,

Maria D.C Santiago aka Crazy Filter Lady

#MindTrainControl #SecureYourThoughts #CommonSenseJourney #PositiveProductivity #SageAdvice

#PositiveVibesOnly #SurroundYourselfWithPositivity #TribeOfPositivity #MindsetMatters #SupportSystem

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#MindMasteryJourney #PositiveMindsetAdventure #SailingToPositivity #MindfulLivingContinues #ThoughtsCreateReality

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lovesbiggerthanpride · 2 years

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more than words (Javier x F!Reader)

notes / warnings: married life, fluff, flirting, implied smut, pillow talk

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You never were great at expressing yourself; there was irony in this statement. When it came to your demanding career, as a publicist, crafting sentences and phrases to get the job done weren't a problem. But with personal relationships, words had a way of failing you.

But when he came along, things began to change. You wanted to do better. To find those words that would solidify how much you care for him.

March 26th had become an important day on the calendar. The day you knew he was someone you wanted, no, needed in your life. The day you fell in love. Also the day he declared how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. It was routine to take the day off. He always lavished gifts on you, being the best boyfriend, fiancé, and now husband. But you knew you had to work harder, wanting to impress him, tell him, show him. Making sure he was aware of your gratitude.

As you were pressed against his warm and broad back, lightly running your fingernails on his arm, relishing that you both stayed in bed after 10, you offered a question that could lead anywhere. Open-ended, possibly frustrating.

"Do you know?"

"What?"

"Do you know?"

"Do I know what, honey?"

When you felt confident that the suspense of your teasing riddle had reached its zenith, you placed your chin on his shoulder. With a smirk, you whispered, "Do you know that I love you?"

Javier rolled onto his back, causing you to follow suit. When you returned to lay on your side, the brown eyes you adored were glued on you.

"Yes."

"Good.”

“Where is this coming from,” he asked, voice still rough after many hours of sleep.

“I wanted to remind you. I love you."

"Thank you for telling me," he mirrored your position — head resting on the palm of your hand — "I love you too."

You didn't want to miss a second of being close to him. Touching his cheek, you guided his face towards your own, so tender kisses could be given. Starting slow, enjoying how your lips felt on his, and soon after, tongues beginning to play. Didn't matter if you kissed the night before or a few minutes earlier, each one was precious and felt like the first time.

That part was easy — exchanging words for action, and allowing natural instincts and attraction to take over. As much as he adored physical touch, you realized that wasn't his only preferred love language. Hearing that he was appreciated, being told how proud you were of him — that made a difference. You noticed the shift in mannerisms. He stood taller, smiled brighter. Nothing was fake. No fronts. All him, the real Javier.

"Hi."

"Hi," his low voice repeated warmly, reluctantly having to stop these kisses and warm caresses. Hands finding purchase on your sides, nose nuzzling your cheek and neck.

You sighed, loving this quiet time together.

"Remember that house we rented? Hidden away from everything and everyone?”

"How could I forget? Best weekend ever. We must have fucked ten times.”

“Seven.”

Sitting up, he countered with a scoff, “I made you cum ten times.”

You could hear in his voice how proud he was to correct you. That man never forgot. While attempting to find a sassy comeback, heat was making its way up your body as those vivid memories flooded your senses.

“You just remembered those three, didn’t you?”

Javi winked and you were gone, lost in his smile again.

“Ok, back to what I was saying.” You lifted your hand to gently brush away the rogue brown lock that was sticking to his forehead.

He chuckled, seeing how distracted you were. “Mmhmm. What made you think of that?”

“You have one hour to pack. We're going back."

"What?"

Amused by his raised eyebrows and dropped jaw, you confirmed, "Yes."

"No work?"

"None," you squeezed his arm, before rising from bed.

It was difficult to get away from the office, and it was easy to catch up on projects when you were off the clock. But you chose to not bring any work because quality time was needed. Just the two of you.

Surprising Javi was a miracle. He noticed everything. But you had learned to make moves secretly, without leaving any trails. It was a given that you would receive something big every year. When you went downstairs to make your coffee, greeting you in the kitchen were three dozen roses — marking the years of your marriage — a new diamond bracelet, and a reservation for a night out, so you wouldn't have to cook, your least favorite household "chore".

It was your turn to lovingly "one-up" him.

"You sure are doing a lot."

Javi had followed your lead, stuffing items from the dresser, into his suitcase.

"It's because I want to. That's why," you reminded him.

Sharing a look, you already knew how the next two and a half days would be spent in the small idyllic town. Trying out and fixing meals in the spacious kitchen, shooting the breeze and also talking about the future while exploring the property, binge watching a favorite comedy series, and then making love until the sun came up. The order in which those activities would occur didn't matter, but there would be lots of fun, and plenty of opportunities to reconnect.

After styling your hair and protecting it with a shower cap, you informed Javi, "The Uber is coming in thirty minutes. Quick shower?"

The scene you watched made you burst into a hearty laugh. Javi nearly tripped over himself, pulling off his clothes as soon as the words fell off your tongue. Never failed, the bell for playtime.

As much as you prided yourselves on time management skills, the shower was not quick. Heavy petting and making out. Then a furiously paced fuck once you stepped out of the tub. Forty-five minutes later, you and Javi rushed out of the house, sunglasses on, luggage in hand, looking like guilty teenagers. Receiving a steady side eye from the long-suffering driver, you apologized profusely again now in person, after a long text exchange, but still couldn't contain your giggles and snorts.

"You're such a troublemaker," Javi leaned over, doing a miserable job at reprimanding. His lips and mustache touching that sensitive spot of your neck.

You looked straight ahead, with lips pursed. "Not my fault you couldn't resist."

"Baby, that move you did on the counter, how the hell was I was supposed to not—“

"Mister, shhh. We don't need anyone knowing about what we do in private," you stared at him, playfully slapping his thigh.

You had a way of flirting that included banter. It was a turn on, being kept on your toes.

Not wanting to irritate the driver any further, you rested your head on Javi’s shoulder, willing to stay quiet for the remainder of your ride to the airport.

Locking fingers, you pecked his cheek. Brushing your nose on his jaw. You murmured to your handsome soulmate.

"I love you."

Like clockwork, Javi’s cheeks rose and the shade of his ears began to darken into a flushed pink. The look of satisfaction. Total bliss. Those three words worked magic every time.

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thanks for reading. just tagging a few people: @moralesfish, @queridopascal, @dinsplaything, @littlemisspascal, @heythere-mel

#Javier Pena x F!Reader #Javi x reader #Javi x you #fluffy stuff #Javier Pena x Female reader #Javier Pena fanfiction

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chocoenvy · 3 years

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💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💥💥💳 MORE TRANS READER PLEASE. CRYING ACTUAL TEARS OF JOY. I AM DISSOLVING INTO A PUDDLE OF TEARS. NEW FAVORITE AUTHOR

A;SLDKFJASDFAS YOU'RE SO FALS;KFJASLDFKAS NICE PLS I LOVE YOU PLATONICALLY???????? I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT!!! SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE SAID HOW THEY LOVE THE TRANS READER! I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WERE SO MANY TRANS PPL IN THE WILD!!! YOU'RE SO NICE I'M JUST-A;SLDKFJASLFKJASF THANK YOU <33333

MORE TRANS READER AS PER YOUR REQUEST! it's a bit of a mess but it's super fun and fluffy.

warnings: cult behaviors, dysphoria, lots of fluff :))

Nicknames and constant compliments.

They'd call you Prince/Princess, I don't make the rules

some of them start to get the whole dysphoria thing and will give you small compliments that mean the world

like "Your hands are so masculine/feminine!" "Wow your voice is so cute/handsome/hot/pretty!" "You've got a little fuzz on your face."/ "Your face is so smooth!"

stuff like that. the compliments that cater to your weird dysphoric needs.

I STILL WANNA STAY ON THE OUTFIT THOUGHTS OKAY?

Ningguang buying you literally anything you want.

Taking your kins or characters you find aesthetically pleasing to help you pick out outfits

Imagine buying a really masc/fem outfit and strutting around with the boys/girls in town acting like you own the place (because you do)

(Fem) imagine a flowy dress or skirt and flowy sleeves. Or a cute kimono from Inazuma with cute earrings you got from your favorite character. (Imagine getting cat earrings from Diona)

(Masc) Or a hoodie like chongyun has, a dress shirt, chains, rings. That necklace thing that Thoma wears.

PIRATE. APPAREL. A PIRATE HAT. pirate apparel is not gendered but imagine a super masc/fem version of pirate wear and boarding the alcor with Beidou i'm-

The amount of euphoria!

and if anybody ever misgenders you on purpose literally the entirety of teyvat will sneer at them

like wtf dude? that's basic human respect dumbass. you're creating a problem from nothing.

you'll never see whoever did that again :)) (childe took the "boil the homophobes" too literally)

Comfort from Dysphoria

as far as we're aware none of the characters are trans and understand dysphoria. But if there is anybody that would understand it would be the gods. Specifically Venti.

They can change forms, surely they understand that if they're in the wrong form everything feels wrong.

Whenever you approach Venti about this he understands. Not to the extent you do since he's not trapped in one body, but he does get it.

"It was such an awful feeling." Venti grimaced, "I changed my form as soon as I could to get rid of it. Is that what you go through everyday?" His eyes shone with pity. Sadness that his beloved god feels so awful all the time.

Venti, being the cutest dumbass bard that he is, sings a song praising you using your name and pronouns (think "He's a Jolly Good Fellow" but you and your pronouns. really dumb but cute)

It's so goofy that you can't help but giggle uncontrolably. Any thoughts of dysphoria or self hatred pretty much gone with the wind.

-Venti jokingly making his voice higher/lower to show you how masc/fem you are

-Zhongli giving you masculine/feminine jewlery custom made by him with pretty stones

-Ei doesn't know how to be comforting so she'll probably just be your supply of sweets on those really rough days. She'll also personally m u r d e r those that made you upset.

-IMAGINE Beidou and Xinyan helping you look like a masculine girl and Venti and Xingqiu helping you look like feminine guy. Like imagine for my trans mascs, looking like a boy but wearing a skirt!! Or wearing a tux and looking like a girl for trans fems!!

"Razor, what do I smell like?"

"Like...Lupical..."

"No, like, does my scent give away my biological sex?"

"Sex? Your scent... like lupical?"

"Razor I-"

"..."

"T-thank you Razor..."

":D"

-Someone is misgendering you and the traveler gets more and more pissed off while Paimon not-so-sutbly corrects them, her voice getting higher and higher everytime they use the wrong pronoun.

TransMasc!Reader: My chest is so big :(

Beidou: *proud* Not as big as these honkers *slaps her chest*

Transfem Reader begging the women of genshin to spare some boobage.

Aether and Lumine being the best older siblings:

Aether helping transmasc reader with his wardrobe and daily routine.

"i have long hair so you shouldn't worry about how long yours is"

He helps you do masculine makeup, "My sister taught me how to do it, i'll try to make is as masculine as possible :))"

if your hair is short but grows back super quick and you don't wanna get your hair cut every week Aether will jokingly put it in a tiny ponytail to match his braid.

You teasingly steal his sword and he just stares at you with his hand to his chin, humming, "You look very masculine with a sword."

Lumine dresses transfem reader all pretty everyday with fancy and cute dresses and jewlery.

Going shopping with Lumine and she points out every item she thinks would look good on you.

"Here take these dresses and model them for me!" She grinned.

The two of you had a whole fashion show in the dressing room.

Lumine puts flowers in your hair whenever she can because you just look so cute! (it was originally Venti's idea but Lumine beat him to it)

Lumine doing your makeup super fem and pretty. Matching makeup!! The two of you sitting at the vanity staring into the mirror, "What kind of look are we going for today?"

STYLING. YOUR. HAIR. doesn't matter how long or short it is, it's Lumine's to style! now She'll have a blast with your hair, she has lots of experience with Aether's hair and her own so she'll have fun and you'll definetely like the results.

#sagau #genshin sagau #genshin cult au #self aware genshin #trans darling #trans reader #i had a bit too much fun with this #pushing my agenda of aether using he/they #and lumine using she/they

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