#this ask has been in my inbox for a year I'm so sorry SOBS

[himemina02]

Art request : dimitri and mikhail hanging out and being friends (the good ending)

Then they made out in Mikhails house :)

#so sorry for letting you wait forever #this ask has been in my inbox for a year I'm so sorry SOBS #grand theft auto #gta iv #grand theft auto iv #mikhail faustin #dimitri rascalov #gta fan art #fan art

[luxaryllis]

Can I request the dorm leaders and Jamil with a little sibling reader who’s like Elementary school young so like a 1st grader? It was their first day of “Big kid school!” (The reader adorably labeled it) and she was so excited to go practically bouncing off the walls and their older sibling was aware it would be their first day but obviously couldn’t be there because they have their own school to be at. Later that day wailing can be heard in the halls and when said students go to check it out they find outside the front of the school gates Crewel holding a sobbing, hysterical child who he’s trying to console who looks all scraped up or covered in dirt hair a mess and they realize it’s the reader and it turns out they ran all the way from their elementary school to NRC to see their big brother instead of going home because it turns out they had a terrible first day of school crying about how some kids were mean and they got pushed around shoved into a dirty puddle stuff like that? Basically made fun of and teased and their reactions to the whole thing? Like who’s drop kicking children? Who’s having the whole school board shut down? Who’s lowkey about to commit murder? Who’s about to burn the building down? and them just coddling the child the rest of the day. This was a long ask but I couldn’t get this out of my mind I’m sorry! Sjfnwnicsnjfkhnsrh I thought it would be precious seeing them soft for a little child sibling😭

First Day Gone Terribly Wrong: Part 1

Note: This was rly cute and gave me a good brainrot, so here you go!

Also, I'm gonna be making the younger sibling gender neutral since you didn't exactly specify what gender you wanted.

Just saying, the younger sibling reader in this is different from the ones on my other younger sibling reader fics. Unless you wanna give those cute and traumatized kids some fluff and comfort, you're free to interpret this sibling as something else entirely or the same.

Characters included: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto

To be included (in part 2, possibly a part 3): Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud (ft. Ortho Shroud), Malleus Draconia

Reader/the younger sibling is referred to with they/them and as [Name]. And considering the reader is in first grade, I'm assuming that they're around 5 or 6 years old, but I'll be saying 5 year old since that the age most people start grade one, at least where I'm from/from what I know.

Also, because of the fact that Leona is canonically 20 and Falena has a son (who, upon speculation, is around 5), I'll just make the reader Cheka's sibling (for plot reasons, I'll just say that reader is younger than Cheka by just a year or smthg-). Thus, this makes Leona the uncle of [Name] instead of [Name]'s older brother.

Also, the younger sibling may be described in some parts as having similar features as their respective elder brother/s. Like Idia's younger sibling would have blue fire hair like him, Leona's sibling would be a lion beastman, Malleus's sibling has horns, those stuff.

Oh! And Crewel calls [Name] puppy, pup, and other variations because... it's Crewel. And please ignore the semi-obvious plotholes cuz the characters have already went through their respective overblots by the time this whole thing happens-

I'll start trying to upload more works now too!! There's been so much stuff sitting on my inbox, I'm so sorry for making everyone wait.

Word count (including intro): 2864 words

Warning/s: Bullies, Possible OOC, Dorm Leaders + Jamil being protective of their cute sibling (or in Leona's case, nibling), The child cries a lot (IT'S A CHILD!!!), A couple of my personal headcanons would be thrown in sometimes, Not proofread, I accidentally mix up between 2nd and 3rd person I'm so sorry, Tell me if I missed anything

Full fic under the cut!

Intro:

As [Name] was getting ready for their first day of school, they were practically buzzing with excitement.

They've ranted and rambled about their excitement to their sibling/s, refusing to even stand still (much to the dismay of some) as they were given their bag and snacks.

Eventually, it was time for [Name]'s older brother/s/uncle to leave for Night Raven College. Since the child's school was also on Sage Island, they were entrusted in their older brother/uncle's care to head to the island for school.

On the way there, [Name]'s older brother/s/uncle gaze at the lively 5 year old with a fond smile, watching the child chatter about how excited they were for their first day of "big kid school".

Unbeknownst to them, however, there would be a sinister force awaiting the cute 5-year old. Bullies. The worst kind of bullies that left you running away to your big brother/uncle's school for comfort.

Although, unfortunately for the bullies, [Name] has quite the protective family backing them up.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle's childhood has always been rough and strict, and the same could be said for his younger sibling, [Name]. When his mother had gotten pregnant with you, Riddle was silently and internally fearing for what would become of you. He knew what impact his mother's rules had on a person and he was worried that you learn to be stricter on yourself because of your mother.

Because of that, throughout your childhood, he teaches you to obey your mother, but is a lot softer on you. He wouldn't want you to topple over the sheer amount of pressure he went through. He grew to be protective over you, but he still prioritized his mother's orders over anything else.

After his overblot, however, he tried subtly showing you that it was alright to break some rules if it was harmless. He treated you over at the Clover family bakery to let you have some tarts. And this time, his mother had trusted you in Riddle's care, believing that he wouldn't dare break a rule. Your mother was wrong, but the Rosehearts siblings could care less about it as they were as happy as can be. In the end, both of you weren't caught and you ended up being close friends with Trey and his younger siblings.

When Riddle finally had to see you off at your own school, he was constantly worrying about you. From the moment he dropped you off and you left his sight, terrible situations started sprouting in his head.

He speaks his worries to his trusty vice, Trey, who reassures him that bad things are unlikely to happen. As an attempt to help Riddle, Trey tells him stories about how Trey's own younger siblings had great first days of school. While it did help a lot, he can't help but still be concerned for you in the back of his mind.

However, during lunch break, as the students were eating lunch, crying was suddenly heard nearby. The crying disturbed atleast half the student body, for a variety of reasons, but what bothered Riddle was the fact that he could practically hear you.

At first, he thinks that it's just him being paranoid, but he still decides to check it out. There, he sees Professor Crewel holding his younger sibling, who was crying. His younger sibling, [Name] Rosehearts, was covered in mud and had some traces of the strawberry tart (that Trey made) Riddle had sneaked in the child's lunch on their clothes. Not to mention how messy their hair was and the scratches on their arms and face. The sight made his blood boil.

Who dared to make his sibling cry? How dare they cause tears to fall from their eyes?

Riddle's face turns red, and Cater and Trey (along with any nearby Heartslabyul student) felt as if they were suddenly brought back into Riddle's tyrant phase. The redhead practically stomps over to Crewel and [Name], as his two seniors follow, trying to calm him down.

When Riddle finally reaches his dear sibling, he forces himself to outwardly calm down, and approaches the teacher.

"Professor Crewel, this is my younger sibling. May I know what the situation is?" the dorm leader asks. The dual-haired professor, having seen Rosehearts' little outburst, raised a brow. But the man shrugged off the sight and retold what he knew.

Apparently, Crewel found [Name] running to the school, all dirtied up while crying. The child had been calling out for "Brother Riddle", saying that today was "the worst day ever" through sobs. It was a miracle that Crewel even understood what the little puppy was talking about.

Riddle, who had calmed down a lot better by then, gently took the crying kid in his arms, holding them up. [Name] looks at the new person (who they had just noticed) and their face lights up when they see their elder brother. "Brother Riddle!!", [Name] cries out, wrapping their small arms around Riddle's torso, sobbing even louder.

Riddle immediately comforts his younger sibling, patting them on the back with one hand and quickly moves to go to Heartslabyul to get some privacy. He silently thanks his professor and makes a beeline straight to the Hall of Mirrors, glaring at anyone in his way.

As he finally reaches the comfort of his room, Riddle set you down gently on his bed. By then, both had calmed down, and Riddle kneels on one leg to look at his sibling eye-to-eye. He then asks the child to explain what happened.

When you explained to him what happened with their "bullies", who had made fun of you and pushed you to the ground, along with your strawberry tart after you had refused to share their lunch and dessert with the other kids. This enraged Riddle once more, but he hid it better.

You tried apologizing to Riddle for wasting the food and bothering him, but he only shushed them and gently patted your head, reassuring them that it was okay. Afterwards, he gets them all cleaned up and dressed them in the extra clothes your mother had packed. He then allowed [Name] to take a nap while he goes back to class.

Meanwhile, as the younger Rosehearts slept peacefully, Riddle decided to call up the school that held such disrespectful bullies. When the phone is picked up, he requests to speak to the principal or someone in charge of the first grade students.

When he gets to speak to the person, he starts sharing the same story [Name] told to him and requests that something would be done about the ill-mannered students who acted in pettiness over a child refusing to share their only food to the others. As much as this sounded like a 'karen moment', as the Ramshackle prefect would call it, Riddle spoke with courteousness and acted as if he were in an official debate.

The redhead's confidence and sense of authority, along with the obvious moral side of the topic, won over the other person and the bullies' parents were spoken to, while the bullies were given a severe warning.

Eventually, Riddle requests to his mother and the Headmage that his sibling, [Name] Rosehearts, would be allowed to stay in Night Raven College with Riddle to allow easy transportation between "home" and their school. And also so that Riddle can keep a close eye on his dear sibling, whom he would always protect.

Leona Kingscholar:

If anyone would ask Leona, he'd say that he wouldn't give a single care in the world when it came to his nephew & nibling. But the thing is, that's not exactly true. While he really does wish the children would stop clinging to him and stop causing trouble everywhere, there's still that small piece in Leona that helped raise these cubs.

The king and queen of the Afterglow Savanna were very busy people after all. And Leona would often be dragged into playing cub-sitter while his older brother and sister-in-law would be too busy. He didn't do any work, as he just supervised the hired nannies to make sure nothing bad would happen to the children.

Most of all, he can't help but somewhat see himself in the younger of his niblings, [Name]. While their existence obviously made Leona third in line for the throne (much to his utter dismay), he saw traces of how the servants would treat him in the way the young cub was treated. At first, Leona could care less. It wasn't his business after all. But upon hearing you cry in one of his original hiding spots (that you must have found on your own), his heart squeezed in his chest and he was brought back to his own childhood, when he himself was crying as no one wanted to play with him or even pay the slightest bit of positive attention to him.

This solidified the idea in his head that if this sort of behavior was still found within Falena's reign as king, Falena wasn't a good king nor a good father after all. Because of that, Leona somewhat took it upon himself to teach the young cub what they need to know. He taught them to be tougher, to be stronger, to not let anyone see weakness. He taught you what he had taught himself as a young child.

It was only after his overblot that Leona realized that you didn't need to be strong, you needed someone else to be strong enough to hold them and comfort them. So he started to teach the young cub to express themselves more, because he now knows that bottling it up won't help at all. He starts teaching them and showing them things he wished he could have done when he was their age.

When it was time for [Name]'s first day in first grade, Leona is left thinking why the heck his brother thought it was a good idea to send them off far from their home land? While the Kingscholar royal family had made arrangements that the young cub would stay with Leona in NRC, Leona can't help but think that this was the kingdom's way of saying that he and [Name] weren't welcome there. After all, there are plenty of schools in the Afterglow Savanna as well, which is where Cheka studies.

Regardless, when he drops his nibling off at their school, he watches over them as they are guided over to their class by a teacher nearby. On seeing that you were safely in your room, he turns and leaves to his school, yawning and muttering to himself.

In contrast to Riddle, Leona barely worries at all. After all, the school knows that they are housing someone of high royal status there, so he doesn't see why anyone would want to mess with his nibling.

So imagine his surprise, disappointment, and annoyance when he realizes that there are in fact kids that had the balls to bully the youngest child of the king of the Afterglow Savannah.

Leona finds out when Ruggie wakes him up from his afternoon nap in the Botanical Garden. The hyena was holding the nibling, who was currently eating their favorite food. The lion cub had tear streaks on their face, some tears still falling, but was mostly calm as they nibbled their food.

Leona saw your scraped knees, scratched arms, and bruised (and slightly bleeding) tail and promptly sat up, demanding to know what happened. Ruggie told him that you had ran to the NRC campus after a couple kids made fun of your lion ears and stepped on your tail, pushing you around.

Hearing all of that made him give out a low growl, tempted to just have those brats sent to the kingdom's prison or even punished for hurting his nibling. He calms himself down, though, when he notices your ears fall down in a sad motion and your tail twitching in pain.

He sighs and orders Ruggie to get a first aid kit and treat your wounds as he has you lay down next to him. While Ruggie left to get the first-aid, Leona silently caresses your ears and hurt tail.

"I'll tell Falena about this. Your parents won't be pleased, but I can promise you that we'll do something about those brats that did this to you," Leona mutters to you as he gently hums a tune to get you to sleep.

The next day, the bullies promptly apologize to you and had to clean the windows and tables after school as a punishment. Though if Leona had any say in the punishment, the bullies would be guaranteed to be in much bigger trouble.

Leona also paid closer attention to you, and even decided to teach you chess, saying that if anyone makes you feel bad about yourself, you should challenge them in chess, because Leona knows that you would win every time.

Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul, having been a victim of bullying, himself, Azul wanted nothing but the best for you. This meant that he would always make himself appear as a good role model for you, and that he would always make sure that you would be on top of everything.

All this, so that you wouldn't have to go through the same hurtful words he did. He helped you grow out of your shell so you would become much more confident than he was, and taught you just about everything he knows and wants to pass down onto you.

He taught you important techniques in socializing, studying, singing, and even making good first impressions. He was utterly determined on making sure that you wouldn't end up as the crybaby octopus he used to be. He didn't want you to end up hurt from the brutality of the world around you.

He has no idea what came over his parents when they told him that they wanted you, [Name] Ashengrotto, to start first grade in THE SURFACE!! When his parents suggested this, he argued that it was a terrible transition from merfolk to human, especially since [Name] has no idea how to walk on only two legs.

In the end, Azul hesitantly agrees with his parents and gives you some human form potions beforehand so that you can practice walking as a human. He takes a lot of care in making sure that you can make the perfect first impression in school so that you won't get bullied.

As Azul drops you off at school, he reminds you of what you have to do and tells you to always stay safe. He's quite sentimental in seeing you off and worries incessantly the whole day about you.

While he's actually kind of confident that nothing could possibly happen to you, there's still that nagging feeling in the back of his head that says that his efforts wouldn't be enough and that you'd leave him after possibly getting humiliated because of him. Floyd complains that Azul is starting to act like an octopus mother with how he's been acting.

Azul tries reassuring himself despite his worries, but unfortunately for him, one of his biggest nightmares became true. He found out when a knock came on his office door while the Mostro Lounge was dealing with the after-school rush. Opening the door, he's surprised to see his younger sibling there, with unshed tears in their eyes, messy hair, and a bump on their forehead that was sure to bruise.

Azul quickly lets his younger sibling in, fussing about them as he closes the door behind him. He asks you what had happened, though he somewhat knew what had likely gone on with your day.

Apparently, some of the kids there thought that you were an attention-seeker because you kept participating in class and answering the teachers' questions. So they decided that it'd be a good idea to take one of your hard-cover books and hit it on your forehead multiple times while you were getting ready to be dismissed from class.

They had called you a bunch of mean names like "know-it-all", "attention-seeker", "nerd", telling you to "go back under the water, where you came from" and things like that.

Hearing all that, Azul's head suddenly flashed back to when he was younger, and people had bullied him for what may as well be the opposite reasons. People called him "dumb", "a crybaby", and yet people bullied you just because you were smarter.

The thought made him feel guilty for you and kind of angry at himself for letting this happen to you. He then proceeds to gently wipe your tears, which started to fall while you were telling him what happened, and conjures an ice pack for your forehead.

Azul proceeds to spend the rest of the day practically coddling and doting on you, trying to "make up for his mistake".

He also calls up your school, telling them of what happened and started suggesting ways on how the school should punish the bullies. Regardless of what the school ends up doing with the bullies, Azul and the Tweels still make it their personal mission to make the bullies' lives hell for children (be it by scaring them away, or other things).

END!!!!

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[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

Hi! How are you? I'm not sure if you're okay with angst but I am in a dark place right now. TW! Death of a animal.

Last Thursday, I had to make the toughest decision of my life. My dog of 12 years who I loved dearly was suffering with fluid surrounding her heart and lungs. She was dying in my hands at the vet and there was nothing I could do to save her except putting her to sleep. I'm still 19 and my parents didn't want anything to do with it so I made the call right there and then. It still haunts me seeing her dying in front of my eyes and I just would really love if...I don't know have a Bakugo X Reader where he comforts and helps reader through this tough time... Maybe moments where she comes home and from the happy barking she got used to nothing, or when she gets up for a glass to drink she goes to pet her and there's nothing.

If not, It's okay and I hope you have a wonderful night/day! :)

Oh gosh! You got lost in my inbox bby I'm so sorry :(

I hope I'm not too late to make you feel a little better, and I hope you can forgive me for taking so long :(((

I put your ask first in line to make as soon as I saw it <3

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Warning: Death of an animal...

Bakugou x Reader - Because she's not here

It felt so unbelievably... empty.

Losing her wasn't something you had expected, and it had been so sudden. You didn't even have enough time to say goodbye.

You had taken your dog to the vet for a checkup just because she had been acting a little... down. She was no longer as active and excitable, choosing instead to cuddle with you and spend most of her time laying down.

You thought maybe she had an infection, or the food just wasn't good enough for her, but when you found out there and then just how much pain she was in, the only choice you had was to let her go.

It was hard.

Seeing her eyes open for that last time... It was never something you thought you would have to see.

That night, you came home without your best friend.

You walked home in the cold, staring at the floor in front of you and, you don't remember when you got to your front door but suddenly you were there, key in hand as you prepare to spend your first night without her.

Your stomach and your chest hurt, and you couldn't even swallow through the lump in your throat as you rest you back against your now closed door, not even bothering to make it to the bedroom before sliding down to the floor.

The tears just wouldn't stop, not that you even tried to stop them yourself. Theres no wet nose pressing into your palm while you pet her, and there's no happy panting or the scrape of her nails against hardwood floor. It was just emty.

A part of your life is missing, and you don't even know how you could go on without her.

After a few hours of crying into your hands, mourning the loss of a part of your family, you finally get the courage to pull out your nearly-dead phone to call your boyfriend.

He answers immediately. It's currently 11pm.

"Babe?..."

It sounds like he's just woken up, but you know you can't do this without him, so you press on. He knows there must be something wrong for you to be calling this late.

Maybe it's just the exhaustion of crying so intensely, and the dull but heavy and painful pressure of heartbreak that's worn you down enough for you to call your boyfriend this late, but you need him, and he would never dream of refusing you.

The second you stutter out what's happened, he's already put the door, and he has to fight back his own tears so that he can be there for you. He had grown quite attached to her during the years he had been dating you, and had treated her like his own family.

"Shit-. Babe, ah- i-it's gonna be okay. You hear me? Oh-..."

Another wave of grief washes over you and you draw in a shaky breath, crying in big, uncontrollable sobs as your phone sits on the floor next to you.

That night, he holds you close and lets you cry into his chest until you have no more tears to give, and you pass out in his arms while he strokes your hair.

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The next few days has Bakugou essentially living with you. He's there to greet you after work and to keep you company while you both grieve the loss of your friend.

It's so hard to come home, and you know you wouldn't be able to without Bakugou there, because it's just too soon to be face to face with the obvious emptiness of your apartment.

He helps you face it though, and he helps you move on. You couldn't ask for a better partner.

Through his tough exterior, he really does look after you, making sure to be there everytime you go to stroke your dog, only for nothing to be there, and every time you expect to be greeted by padded paws and a jumpy dog when you come back, he's there to say hello with a kiss and a hug.

This is how the two of you ended up living together.

You just weren't made to be alone. It's the one thing you're truly afraid of. Not the dark, not the boogeyman, not spiders, just the thought that you could truly be alone one day.

So he moved in with you, and it made it just a little easier to cope now that you had some more company, and someone to cuddle when you felt alone.

Together, you both tried to move on, and although the pain never really goes away, it's just a little easier to go on.

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[charlesleclerc2003]

All I want! Jared X Reader (Jensen X Reader)

Summary: After the sudden death of your husband, his best friend helps you through the grief.

Warnings: Death of a major character, suicidal thoughts, depression.

A/N: I'm sorry I haven't written anything in a while, my life has been hectic recently, but hopefully I'll be posting more often now things have calmed down.

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If you ever want a request my inbox is always open. I will try and get any done as soon as possible. Always looking for more inspiration, hopefully you guys can help.

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You were sat at your desk, flicking through your emails when your phone rang. You happily picked it up since your husband usually called you after he finished filming a scene

You had met your husband, Jared after being a guest star it one of the episodes for his show Supernatural. You two had immediately hit it off and he had asked you out. You had been dating from two years even whilst you lived in the uk and he was filming in Vancouver, when he asked you to marry him.

He made it extremely romantic and not long after you found out you were pregnant with your first child. You moved out to the states to live with him. That was when you met Jensen, his best friend and co-star in Supernatural. Little did you know how much he would help you in the coming months.

After your first child was born Jared, regrettably, went back to work with Jensen. He didn't want to leave you so soon after giving birth but both you and Jensen assured him that everything would be okay, and that you had Jensen's wife Daneel to help you if you needed it.

He made sure to call you whenever he wasn't filming just to check in on you and your son, Ash. It became a habit and he calls you every day just to check in whilst he's away.

You found out you were pregnant again shortly after the boys started filming season 10. Jared was so happy, and all the crew threw him a party to celebrate.

It was that night that you got the call you were never hoping to receive. Your phone rang at 2 in the morning waking you and your sleeping toddler.

Answering it, you didn't even look at the caller ID.

You didn't recognise the voice on the other end. Then your heart dropped, "I'm afraid to say your husband has been in a road traffic collision."

"Is he okay?" You question.

There is silence on the other end before they say "I'm very sorry for your loss Mrs Padalecki."

Your phone drops from your hand and you let out a few quiet no's.

You start to shake and sob uncontrollably.

You hear footsteps coming up the stairs before Daneel rushes in, engulfing you in a hug and letting you scream and cry on her shoulder.

The sound of your toddler screaming breaks through, and you reach for him. You pull him onto your lap and cry into his long hair. He is an exact copy of Jared.

You look up at Daneel, and her heart breaks for you, "it's gonna be okay." She says giving both of you a hug.

"He's gone." You whisper, Dani, barely able to hear you.

The next few days were blurry, everything happened so quickly.

You all flew out to vancouver, Jensen met you all at the airport. As soon as he saw you he hugged you tight. You broke down again.

"It's gonna be okay." He mumbled into your hair.

Your hand immediately went to your stomach where your unborn baby girl was certainly very active.

You had the funeral back in Texas, and Jensen didn't want to leave you on your own, so they invited you to stay at theirs. You could stomach staying in your own home. Everything of his was still there.

You found you really struggled with day to day things, even seeing your son shattered your heart. He looked so much like Jared, your heart couldn't take it.

One night, it got too much. You found your self in the bathroom surrounded by pills. You didn't want to do it but your heart couldn't take it anymore.

You sent a quick text to Jensen, 'Im sorry'

A few seconds later your phone rang. You answered put it on speaker and laid it down on the floor.

"Y/N, are you there? What's with the text? Are you okay?"

You burst into tears, and you hear rustling and voices on the other end of the phone.

"It's okay stay on the phone with me, me and Dani are coming round. Where are you sweetheart?"

You manage to croak out "Bathroom, upstairs."

You hear the door unlock, all of a sudden glad they had a spare key to your room. The bathroom door opens and what Jensen sees breaks his heart.

He crouches down and pulls you into a hig whilst Dani gets rid of the pills.

He pulls away, his hands still on your shoulders, and looks you in the eyes.

"I need you to be honest with me, have you taken any?" He asks as his thumb rubs your arms softly.

You start to cry again and shake your head no.

He lets out a breath, glad you hadn't done anything.

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A few months later, you're finally doing better. It still hurts, and it always will. But Jen and Dani have done so much to make it easier for you. You've started therapy, and you're on medication for your depression. They were even there when you went into labour with your baby girl.

You decide to name your daughter Elouise Ross Padalecki after Jensen.

Years down the line you're finally in a better place and you visit his grave every week. Telling your children stories of their father. Jensen and Misha love to tell them all the goofy things he used to do on set.

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[butimnotasexyrussian]

1, 2, 7, 13, 18, 27, and 30. :D

So it turns out that I can only access my inbox from mobile because when I log in through desktop, Tumblr still says I have no asks, which is so fucking annoying but we're making do.

Anyway.

From the unique writing asks post:

1. What themes would you like to write about that you feel don't get explored very often?

I think it's the nature of fanfic that most people that stumble across stuff I've written are looking for romantic pairings, which is great because if I've written for them, it means their dynamic makes me want to chew concrete and I love being able to share that with readers! But as someone on the ace/aro spectrum (we're still figuring this out), I think it would be really interesting to explore themes of asexuality and/or aromanticism through characters in a respectful and meaningful way. I don't think I'm at the point in my personal development where I can do that quite yet, but I'd love to some day.

2. What are some common elements of stories you are tired of seeing? What would you avoid writing about?

This one's a tough one because I'm genuinely pretty open to whatever. Like whenever I'm like, hmm don't think I like that, something will come up and inevitably prove me wrong. I didn't think I'd ever be into cheating, but then there's like every canon Roisa fic ever. Also Rose being Luisa's stepmother is still weird but hasn't stopped me.

Oh, one trope I do hate though is magic babies. I spend most of my time in wlw fics and while I'm fine with adoption fics, I hate it when someone in a wlw couple magically ends up pregnant and everyone's weirdly happy about this and no one is freaking out about it. It just doesn't do it for me. It's a huge commitment and the fact that a biological baby is like the "next step" to fulfillment in their relationship and doesn't strain it at all is so icky to me.

7. Favorite description in your wip?

I am literally so bad at descriptions but please enjoy this brief excerpt from my gap princess diaries 2 au I haven't updated in a year lol.

Mon fidgets for a bit before Sam takes off her suit coat and drapes it around her shoulders.

"Oh," Mon says. Sam's wearing suspenders and that distracts her. It takes her a while to remember to say, "Thank you."

"You looked cold."

She was not cold. It's actually a pretty mild night. Mon does not mention this as she pulls the coat tighter around herself. It smells fresh, vaguely like saltwater air.

13. What traits do you share with your original characters or what traits do you wish you shared with them?

I think whenever I do end up writing original characters, they're always like plucky sidekicks who are only there to give the protagonists a kick in the ass. I'd like to be able to not overthink as much and just see the situation clearly and tell it to people as bluntly as my OC's seem to.

18. What writers have inspired you with their use of language? What are some of your favorite quotes?

It's been so long since I've read anything so my mind is blanking right now, but I'm always amazed by how much feeling poets can put into their words. I remember sobbing throughout Ocean Vuong's On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous. The older I get, the more I identify with everything Mary Oliver has written ever. My mentally ill boy Kafka is always a mood. I wish I could remember anything any of these people have ever written but I have nothing but dryer fluff in my head. I'm sorry.

27. Do you have playlists for your wip? What are some of the songs in it?

Sorry, I usually don't have playlists for writing! I should actually start though because it has gotten me over writer's block a couple times, but for the most part, I just play whatever song I'm currently obsessed with. My ADHD means that I tune the lyrics out and I'm just vibing with the beat, although if I loop a song enough times while writing, every time I hear that song afterwards, I'll always associate it with the process of writing that fic, which is pretty cool. I don't think I've written anything over the past twelve months, but my current song on repeat is Animal by VEAUX if you wanna check it out!

30. What is some of the best writing advice you've read or received? Why does it work for you?

The thing about advice for me is that I'm always seeking it out and hoarding it like wow, I bet this would work for me and then...not doing anything to implement it. One thing I did end up using though, is from a Tumblr post that was like, "order everything in your sentences the way a movie scene would play out so the emotional punch comes at the end, like she came into the kitchen, saw the creeping puddle of blood, and discovered her brother's body." I'm paraphrasing obviously because no one can find anything on this hellsite, but this really made me realize that I kinda just threw everything together and hoped it made sense (once again, probably due a little bit to the ADHD). I'm not sure if anyone's even noticed, but I like to think it's made my writing a bit more coherent and easier to follow.

Thanks for asking! I'm love you!

#aparticularbandit #ask games

[nedlittle]

thoughts on twilight

this has been fermenting in my inbox because i saw it and immediately got into a spirited debate with my best friend over the correct ranking of the twilight films (my answer is: twilight/breaking dawn pt 2/new moon/breaking dawn pt. 1/eclipse. my best friend was trying to argue that new moon is the worst but the soundtrack fucks so supremely it saves it from the slush pile). anyway. being a twilight girl (gn) from approx. grades 5-8 was the great equalizer. it crossed boundaries. you found your most unlikely comrades in the foxholes of the twilight trenches discussing how breaking dawn would end in between subjects. it was like what i imagine model un is like. there were at least two other people in my class aside from myself who got alice's haircut (which i do think is genuinely quite cute but the thing is we were all pudgy-faced 6th graders so it was not the most flattering of haircuts. whoever is responsible for alice's hair in bdpt1 i will hunt you for sport). i would sit on my kitchen floor rereading those damn books like i was possessed and i think eclipse was my favourite but don't quote me. the only two movies i saw in theatres were the og and new moon and the memory of rolling my eyes whenever jacob took his shirt off is burned into my psyche. i continued to be repressed for more than a decade after that but to be fair i was also 12 and catholic. the first movie is a Good Movie both in that there are some solid technical elements and in that it's so funny i'm sorry. in uni my roommates and i watched all the films back to back for the first time and we were so emotionally strung out by the absolute roller coaster of emotions we experienced over the course of 10 hours that we all genuinely started sobbing our goddamn eyes out during the final battle/vision and then cried again when literally every single character is given their due in the credits bc it's just really sweet :'). then my parents stopped by for a visit like half an hour later and we were like hello. we are all normal. also the composers on those films were absolutely STACKED??? carter burwell twilight/breaking dawn both parts alexandre desplat new moon goddamn HOWARD SHORE for ECLIPSE??? howard why did you score the WORST one??? the soundtracks ripped. they had no reason being as good as they were. the last two were shot by gdt collaborator guillermo navarro and it SHOWS they look FANTASTIC. by the last two everything genuinely was camp. i think engaging with twilight in the year 2022 is a bit different than engaging with...y'know bc smeyer isn't actively on twitter like i think all trans people should be forcibly detransitioned and then burned at the stake you guys wanna see how much i can hate minorities but then there is the whole vampirism makes you white & indigenous people are literally animals i'm gonna make billions off a racist misappropriation of your tribe while you get nothing thing. i mean it's a case of Use Your Brain While Critically Engaging With Media but if you've spend actual money on something twilight-related in the past like. three years. why? pirate that shit. at least donate the same amount to the quiluete higher ground fund sidenote did you know that quiluete is one of only a handful of languages that doesn't have nasal vowels? that's neat. billy burke charlie swan performance of a lifetime. seth and leah clearwater best characters.

i got this ask before the mcr twilight show in washington happened and i just have to restate. "i want to watch you turn into a werewolf" on the drum. coming back for the encore in a team edward shirt (WHERE DID IT COME FROM. I DESPERATELY NEED TO KNOW THE PROVENANCE OF THIS PARTICULAR ITEM OF CLOTHING) simping for rpattz in the batman into your song about being asked to write a song for one of the twilight movies and saying Fuck No into the first paragraph of interview with the vampire read into the vocal distorter into your biggest banger also about vampires into the final song of the night and arguably your saddest which is about dying of cancer. thanks for coming to the show glad you enjoyed the double vampire encore now think about your own mortality.

those are my thoughts on twilight :^)

#long post #jeynepoole #answered #this unlocked something in me. as you can tell #fully did not check to see if this is coherent i know it isn't i just sat down and typed until i ran out of things to say #my firefox window rn is just like. tumblr. two job postings. 32 wikipedia entries abt various synagogues. the quiluete language #(i've been looking up various Massive and Beautiful religious buildings since last night i've already done churches & mosques)

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

so i have a sort of problem. i will preface this by saying its not really that big of a deal in my current life, its just the sort of thing i never could figure out and googling would give me things that were close but not it. im mainly just curious at this point. if any of this is like super tmi im sorry ill try to be like. polite i guess. im going to give you a warning that this is going to sound bad. i promise it was entirely consensual what happened but i am warning you that it does not sound like it. i understand if you dont want to read this with that warning. if i could explain the problem without it sounding bad i would but unfortunately it is the problem.

about six years ago at this point i had sex [well, depending on your definition, but ill call it that] for the first time, multiple different times. it was with a girl i was dating, it was entirely consensual, but i was not attracted to her at all. im only saying this because idk if it has the potential to factor into my reaction, you can think of me what you want.

the important part of the situation is that if she tried to Engage with my Privates, we’ll say, i would have to sit on my hands to not push her away. i know this sounds bad. i was not doing it consciously. it didnt matter how gentle or whatever she was, what specifically she was doing, how much i wanted her to keep going, i had to restrain myself or i would shove her across the room. and when i couldnt push her away, i would cry. not like, sobbing, but a steady stream of tears. im going to reiterate again that this was something i was actively asking her to do, she showed an appropriate amount of concern, i was never in any pain and while she wasnt an expert, she never did anything Wrong. sex became mainly an activity for her where nothing Happened to me because it was tiring for me and uncomfortable for her. i kind of feel bad for it now because im sure it wasnt pleasant for her either.

so i guess im asking what you think all that was about? i havent had any sort of sex since then, i dont masturbate, but im pretty sure if i tried to either of those things the same situation would happen. its not, like, something that really bothers me, i could live a perfectly happy life and just never deal with that again. im just perplexed by it. ive never really found an answer that explained All That. anyway. thanks for reading this, i guess? sorry for all this in your inbox. have a good life.

hey man I'm gonna be real with you

I'm a big believer in acknowledging when I'm out of my depth, and boy oh boy is this beyond the scope of what I'm equipped to handle. I have no idea what depths of your psyche may have been to blame for this, mainly because I don't know anything about you. if you're interested in seriously unpacking this event and your sense that it could happen again, I'd strongly recommend seeking a good therapist to help you work through all that.

#sex edventures 2022

[ash-soka]

1, 2, 24 and 44 for the OC asks? :3c

1. Your first OC ever?

I feel like my first proper OC was the main character of a book I was trying to write when I was about 12. Her name was Naia, she was a mermaid

i don't have any art or picrews of her, i just remember she had really long black hair! her personality was similar to how a lot of my current ocs ended up, she wasn't afraid of confrontation, was deeply anti-authority, and had a bit of a righteous streak. i think she was a power fantasy for 12yo me!

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

i have not known peace since i saw this ask—

my ocs are doing this to each other in my head:

Jay (from my previous ask) is sobbing in the corner because two years ago this would have been easy to answer! it would've been him, no question, but now he has to compete with Orpheus (mentioned extensively in this ask), and Wyn Surana (my dragon age origins warden)

this is Wyn:

(picrews by elenaillustrate (left) and mossygator (right) both with minor edits by me)

i've written a bit about him here!

i think it's fair to say that all 3 take turns as my favourite, but i think i'm going to put wyn in third place. i do love him dearly, but he mostly re-emerges as my fave whenever i'm super into dragon age, i can't say he's as consistent of a presence as the other two.

so that leaves Jay (left), and Orpheus (right):

(picrews by bbymazz (left) and nayylissah (right))

orpheus takes over periodically on his own, and jay's just kind of always there as a kind of baseline fave? it's actually really hard to choose between them.

i think, it's almost a tie? but if really pushed, jay's still winning as my favourite oc, but only just! orph is literally right on his heels! but the next question helped me put my finger on a solid fave.

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

this is the question that helped me realise who my favourite oc is!

because the answer to the oc i'd most want to meet is jay. and it's because then we'd fall in love <3 i know he's my own oc but he's really just so 🥰🥺💕💘 my vote is to meet him so we could immediately get married!

and that puts him higher than orpheus in my ranking! but still only just because orph really only just missed out on winning for this question too

44. Something you like about your OCs in general

because i took so long to reply i got this question twice, but something else i like about all my OCs in general is their pretty brown eyes, with few exceptions almost all my ocs have brown eyes and i just love that design feature for them! 💘

thank you so much for sending this!! 🥰💕 sorry for taking so long, picking a favourite oc is harder for me than it use to be!

link to the oc questions, in case anyone else wants to send them!

answered: 1, 2, 24, 31, 33, 38, 42, and 44 & i have 29 and 30 sitting in my inbox! i will get to them asap <3

#long post #anonymous #ask #thank you anonymous asker!! #again if this shows up in any tags i'm so sorry kdfhgbd

[threepointseven]

hi im breaking down suddenly because i miss my older brothers that are in college - i was told awhile ago that i'd be able to see them during christmas then after they say it wouldn't be possible

so i just want some comfort for it by Scaramohcie as always and Venti since it's somewhat similar to his feelings i guess

- 👩‍🦲

Vent; ☹️

i haven't seen them for half the year already and my eldest brother the first time he went to college in Japan I cried basically everyday and tried clinging onto my other brother as they're only one year apart and due to covid our eldest brother had to come back so i got used to it for awhile but since my father was bored he decided to fly across the country for fun so i also had to go. since the conditions of covid aren't too drastic they're able to attend college properly and they're both in different colleges with same study topic though. anyways i was somewhat disappointed that i couldn't even see their faces through video call during my birthday along with our mother's (november 3rd & 11th) so now i was reminded about them not being able to come here to celebrate christamans

i feel like im being a spoiled child even though im being gifted by my parents friends and some relatives, that i'm just being ridiculous that i'm still not accustomed to it yet - sorry it's so long 😔 merry christanmnas by the way

Comfort

🌺summary!🌺- Scaramouche and venti when your crying and need comfort<3

Type-HC’s 🌷

Flowers included!🌼= scaramouche x gn! Reader, venti x gn! Reader

Note🍀= hiya 👩‍🦲anon! Im sorry that you have to deal with this. I know how it feels to have a sibling be away for college and just so ya know i’ll always be here for you okay? My inbox is always open to vent and you can message me any time. I hope scara and venti comforting you can cheer you up a bit. Your loved and safe with me alr!! I hope you know i cherish you and im sure your brothers cherish you just as much as you do, & your not a spoiled child at all. Its human instinct to miss someone you grew up with, dont let those thoughts get to ya okay? I love u, hope you like it!

Genshin masterlist

💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Scaramouche

-Well, he’s never been great at comforting, and in any case being gentle at all. He’s simply not used to it.

-But when he catches you on the bathroom floor sobbing with a letter in your hands he cant help but feel terrible.

-He really does try his best even with his rigid attempt at comforting, give him some time. He calms you down enough to take you to your bedroom where he looks at you with an expression of genuine empathy and hesitantly pulls you into a hug, hovering over you almost as an ask for permission before hugging you tight, burying your face into his shoulder.

- he has trouble with it but he’ll try his best to stop you from crying, he wipes away your tears with his thumb as he furrows his brows thinking about what to do.

- he tries his best not to be so aggressive but he just ends up being really passive aggressive.

- during these moments he is not a communication guy, he’ll pour all his love and soul into making you feel comforted with the rare touch he gives you.

- the hugs always seem endless and filled with love while he whispers “its gonna be okay” in such a monotone voice

- He really cant console you or anyone but he wants you to feel better so he’ll also give you practically anything you want, if its snacks or sweets he’ll happily buy you some

- hes patting your head and combing through your hair with his hands as you cry into his shirt- “your gonna stain my white shirt.. “-“so needy..”

- dont listen to the words, by the looks of his eyes you know hes so soft, on the verge of a breakdown himself after seeing you so miserable, he hates every moment when your down, he becomes more rude and more reserved to people that arent you, putting all of his attention on you and trying his best not to let you cry again

Venti

- When he sees you bawling on your bed with your hands to your face his facial expression twists into a horrified one before running to your side and kissing your temples slowly

- He does everything to distract you from that annoying feeling of emptiness

- He’ll kiss every part of your face to get a small smile on your face and try to let your mind take a break from the thought of the thing thats causing you trouble,

- He advises you to just cry it out and he pulls you into his lap while kisses your forehead before letting you sob on his shirt. He doesnt mind it and once in a while gives a bit of commentary

- Despite how sad it makes him watching you cry and scream he knows your gonna feel better after letting it out so he just stays still, patting your head and listening to your vent.

- After your done crying he tried to take your mind off things and put a smile on your face. He plays your favorite songs on the lyre, singing into your ear while he attacks you with tickles, he needs to see you smile again.

- He gives you snacks and food to cheer you up and he offers to take a stroll around windrise or stargaze.

- And maybe if you just need some peaceful cuddling he’ll happily cooperate. He’ll be as close as humanly possible to you, kissing your cheeks and your stray tears away.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin imagines #genshin scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #genshin venti x reader #venti x you #venti x reader #venti x y/n

[chdarling]

If you’ve written part of TLE4, so we see pregnant, laboring and postpartum Lily? My bias is always towards the romantic school years, but the actual loved experience of motherhood has never been prominent in the fan fiction I seek and I thought… maybe TLE will be different?

oh yes, pregnant/new mother Lily will for sure be in TLE4. It's interesting, for a long time before I started sharing TLE online, I was writing all four books simultaneously, just kind of jumping around from scene to scene as it interested me, and I find it weirdly delightful to write the same characters at such different times in their lives. For instance, writing fifth year James then hopping over to overprotective new dad James is a trip hahaha. (although they actually have a lot in common, just add a dash of maturity...😈)

Anyway this ask made me dip into TLE4 again (I'm always looking for an excuse LOL), so how about a snippet because it's Monday, and Mondays suck and I've been procrastinating responding to asks in my inbox asking for snippets lol. (sorry) 😂

May I present third trimester Lily having some feelings and the boys not knowing what to do. (Except for James. He's got this.)

Excerpt from TLE4: Old Magic...coming to an AO3 near you...in roughly ten billion years...

“Ah, Lily,” said Sirius brightly as he pushed through the door. “You’re looking impressively rotund today.”

Lily cast him a single withering glance then turned towards the kitchen door. “James, darling,” she said loudly, “will you still love me if I murder your boyfriend?”

“Which one?” called James from the kitchen.

“The one with the fleas.”

“That really doesn’t narrow it down, oddly enough. But you know I love and support you in all your choices, dearest.”

“Blech,” said Sirius. “Married people.”

"So how are you feeling, Lily?" asked Remus as he dropped himself heavily into a chair. Sirius could see that the upcoming moon was weighing on him, try as he might to hide it.

"Oh, well enough," said Lily, resting her hands on her belly. "Bit bored, to tell you the truth. James all but has me under house arrest, and there's not a lot to do in Godric's Hollow. But guess what! I've taken up knitting again."

"Knitting?" said Sirius.

"Again?" said Remus.

"My mum was always knitting when I was little, and she tried to teach me...I was dreadful, but I thought maybe I'd give it another go, so I did...and then I remembered pretty quickly that I hate knitting with the fiery passion of several hells...but then I remembered about magic! I love magic!"

"Oh, good," Remus commented quietly to Sirius. "We get happy Lily today."

"Look what I made!" She held up a lump of knitted yarn that might charitably be considered to resemble a tea cozy if you squinted really hard. Or just...closed your eyes.

"Er...yeah," said Sirius with false enthusiasm. "Good job."

"What is it?" said Peter stupidly.

Luckily, Lily was too pleased with her own handiwork to take offense. "It's a tiny baby jumper, obviously. And I didn't have to purl a stitch!" She beamed at the 'jumper' for a moment, and then her face crumpled.

"No, no, no," said Sirius, hurriedly sitting down on the sofa beside her. “Tiny baby jumper is a happy thing. Happy!”

“But it’s so tiny,” sobbed Lily. “I'm not ready for this. How am I supposed to care for something this tiny?”

“PRONGS?”

James appeared and surveyed the situation. “Ah, no. You let her show you the tiny baby jumpers, didn't you?”

“Let? There was no let. It was just ‘yay knitting’, then boom, monsoon season.”

“I’ll get the tea.”

#ch answers #tle4 #tle4 spoilers

[kudzushadow]

There for You | Part 1 of 3 | A Harlivy Fanfiction

Summary: After Harley finds Ivy in tears on the floor of the bathroom, realization dawns on her about how hard the past year had been on Ivy, from literally dying (1x12) to mind control. (2x12) They have a heartfelt conversation about the events leading up to the moment, and learn that sometimes it's ok to confide in the ones you care for. (Based on the scene from Eat Bang! Kill Tour: Issue #1)

Hurt/Comfort | TW: Past trauma mentions, slight hints of past abuse. | Spoilers for Harley Quinn: The Animated Series & Eat Bang! Kill Tour: Issue #1

See bottom for extra notes!

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"...Ive?" Harley's eyes widened as she rounded a corner and was greeted with a sight that made her heart ache.

Ivy sat on the bathroom floor, head buried in her hands as her whole body shook with sobs. 

Harley was immediately kneeling by her side, arms wrapping protectively around her girlfriend without a second of hesitation. "Shh. It's alright, Ive. Everything's going to be ok…" Ivy had been acting strange since the wedding, but she hadn't been willing to open up to Harley. Now Harley was beyond worried, it was clearly more serious than the redhead had been letting on.

Ivy immediately relaxed into the blonde, tucking her face into Harley's chest. Eventually her sobs quieted down, but Harley could feel her trembling as she held her. While she tried to figure out what to say, she rubbed Ivy’s back comfortingly. 

After a couple moments of silence, after holding Ivy, feeling her tremble, listening to her uneven breathing… seeing her tear stained cheeks… realization began to dawn on Harley. God, she was so stupid and oblivious! She’d been so focused on her own feelings, she hadn’t even begun to consider Ivy’s… and how hard it must’ve been, being stuck in the middle of everything. 

“Ivy… I'm sorry. I’m so sorry… I’ve been so caught up in my own feelings, I hadn’t given any thought to how heavy all of this must weigh on you…” She brushed a strand of hair from Ivy’s face before continuing. “You’ve been through so much this past year, and I’ve been a pretty shitty friend. I should’ve been there for you, I should’ve helped you, should’ve protected you… and if I could go back in time and do it all differently, I would. A thousand times over.”

“...but I can’t, and that’s something I’ll regret as long as I live. Yet you’ve always been there for me, even when I created huge messes… when I joined the Legion of Doom, when I went back to Joker, when I released an army of parademons, when the Injustice League froze me… god, that last one sucked. Yet you rescued me. You always rescue me, Ive. Always help me. Always take care of me, even though I’m not sure I deserve it most of the time…” Harley looked away, shutting her eyes for a moment before forcing herself to continue. “...Ivy, you don’t have to pretend to be strong in front of me. You’re hurting… and that’s ok. We all hurt sometimes, but that doesn’t make us weak… or… or less human. I’m here now though. I want to share that burden with you, if you’ll let me.” Harley looked back at Ivy, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “I love you, Ive. I love you so much… and if you ever… yknow, want to talk about… well, anything at all, really… I just want you to know I’m here.” 

Ivy turned her head away, and the next few minutes passed slowly in silence. Harley held Ivy, didn’t once let go, but with each passing second she became increasingly worried she’d done something wrong. Was it something she’d said? Oh god, had she made it worse? 

“Ive, I didn’t mean-”

“Harley.” Ivy pulled away slightly, raising her head so she could meet Harley’s wide blue eyes. “I-” She paused, choking back a sob. “I hurt you, I hurt Chuck… I hurt so many people… all because I didn’t know what I wanted then… and to be honest, I’m not sure what I want now, either…”

Harley’s heart dropped, and she opened her mouth to respond before Ivy cut her off.

“-...but Harley… so much has happened. You’ve made mistakes, I’ve made mistakes… and you’re trying to change… that’s good, and I’m proud of you… but you're right, we can’t change the past, no matter how hard we try.” Ivy shut her eyes, letting out a shaky exhale before continuing. “Opening up… relationships… hell, just being around other people is… is hard for me… but you showed me the good in humanity. That not all humans are… are monsters. My life before I met you… was… lonely. Even with all my plants, I had nobody to talk to. Nobody to confide in… but I liked it that way. It was safe. Nobody was going to judge me, or… or abandon me... and I guess that’s why I… why I chose Chuck… because he was the safer option.”

I trust you, with my life… but I don’t trust you with my heart.

Harley winced inwardly, but she understood where Ivy was coming from. Harley definitely didn’t have the best track record with… well, anything really. 

So I… I’m marrying Kiteman.

“I was… I was scared. Scared that if I… if I went with what my heart was telling me, it was just going to get broken… and after everything, I just… I couldn’t stand the idea of that happening. Of losing you again…” Ivy trailed off, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.

You were my one friend, and I asked you for one favor, but instead you ditched me for the Joker, who treats you like shit! 

“Ivy… I had no idea you felt that way.” Harley spoke softly, using her free hand to lift Ivy’s chin so she could look into those beautiful green eyes… eyes whose depths she often found herself lost in. “I… didn’t know what I really wanted then. It was like… like I was trying to fill a hole inside me… like part of me was missing… and then, that night at the pit…” She smiled, using her thumb to brush a tear from Ivy’s cheek. “That was one of the most amazing nights of my life. I hadn’t realized… I hadn’t realized what it felt like to have someone else care about you. To have someone love you. Joker definitely never cared about me… not in the way you do… and... y'know, maybe I didn’t deserve it. Like I said, I haven’t always been the most reliable… but that changes today… if you’ll give me a shot, that is…”

Ivy looked up at Harley as she brushed the tear away, and smiled sadly. “...You’re trying to change… and that’s what matters. Harls, I do love you. A lot…. More than I care to admit… and… this whole relationship thing is new to me, but… I’m… I’m willing to give it a shot. To give you a shot… and today… today was proof of how much you’ve changed. How much you’re willing to sacrifice for others…” Ivy rested her head on Harley’s shoulder, but her mind was clearly wandering.

“...but that’s not all that’s troubling you, is it?”

“...perceptive as always.” Ivy chuckled halfheartedly, then looked away again. “It’s… it’s fine. It’s nothing important…”

“Well, I am a psychiatrist… but seriously Ive, you can tell me anything.” Harley stroked her cheek. “You know that.” 

“Harley, I really don’t want to talk about it… can we just… can you help me out of this dress?”

“...yeah. Sure thing.” Harley stood up before reaching out a hand to help Ivy up. She definitely wasn’t going to let this drop that easily, but Ivy clearly didn’t want to talk anymore right now… so instead Harley busied herself with the zipper of Ivy’s wedding dress and the sights underneath.

- End of part 1 -

I think all of it copied and pasted? If it looks like anything is missing please lmk!

This... this is what quarantine, lack of sleep, and having covid does to you. Helps you get over writers block. This is my first work I've gone public with, and originally I wasn't going to post it but a friend gave me the confidence to share it! So... here it is, I guess?

I was going to post it on Archives of Our Own too, but I have to wait till the 14th to get an account. 😐

Comments mean the world, even if it's just a couple words. I'll even take criticism to heart! By commenting you all can let me know what you think, and if you want to see the other parts...

Any interaction is appreciated, and my inbox and dms are always open! Thank you, and have a great day! (Or night!)

#harlivy #harley quinn #poison ivy #harleen quinzel #pamela isley #harley quinn animated series #eat bang kill tour #harlivy fanfiction

[alexblakeisgay]

To Silver Glass

Ship: Alex Blake/Reader

Summary: alex blake x female reader where reader has a bad day and alex comforts her and then the reader falls asleep in alex’s lap?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 717

Author's Note: anyway...so this has been sitting in my inbox for like a million years and I'm sorry it took so long. Hope this works for you, anon!

You lay in bed, curled in the fetal position, shivering. The window was open, even though the late fall warmth of the afternoon had long since bled into near freezing temperatures. You hadn’t felt like getting up to shut it. What was the point? You didn’t feel it anyway. Not really.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice called from the foyer. “Are you home?”

You’d been planning on attending a get-together with a few friends, but at the last minute had been overcome with a heavy sense of apathy and had decided to stay home. You did that a lot lately. Part of you worried that you were disappointing your friends, but a greater part of you was pretty sure they had only invited you out of a sense of obligation and were actually glad you hadn’t showed up.

You didn’t respond to the voice, weren’t sure you trusted your voice not to give away far too much of your tremulous emotional state.

Soft footfalls approached, the bedroom door swung open. “Brr!” Alex exclaimed, “It’s freezing in here, Y/N...” She crossed the room to shut the window. “Aren’t you cold?”

You shrugged, said nothing.

The next moment, the edge of the bed dipped as Alex sat down next to you, her hand landing on your back. “Y/N?” she said again. “Are you okay?”

You shrugged again. You weren’t sure of the answer either way.

Wordlessly, Alex slipped off her shoes and moved to curl her body around yours. Her breath was warm on the back of your neck, making you suddenly realize just how cold you really were.

You opened your mouth as if to say something, but as soon as you tried, a sob burst forth unbidden. Internally, you cursed yourself for the sound giving away more than you’d planned, but there was no taking it back now. Instead, you exhaled shakily, cleared your throat, exhaled again, but said nothing.

For a moment, you worried that Alex would comment on the momentary escape of emotions, but she said nothing, just clung to you all the more. Her embrace felt a lot like love. Or, at least, what you assumed love felt like. You didn’t have all that much to compare it to.

“Do you want me to make you something to eat?” she murmured by your ear. Not a reprimand, even though she knew you probably hadn’t eaten that day. Just an offer, gentle in her concern.

You shook your head.

“How about a hot bath?” she suggested. “That always makes me feel better when I’m down...”

You shrugged. What you really wanted was for her to keep holding you. To anchor you in that moment when, at least for a little while, things felt more or less...okay.

You didn’t say that, though. You didn’t say anything.

“I miss you, you know?” Alex said after several long moments of silence. “When I’m gone. It feels like being adrift in a restless sea.”

You laughed. Once. Small, but full of disbelief. You could hardly think her words true when she was the sole calm port in your storm.

“It’s true,” she insisted. “You keep me steady when I feel anything but. And some days, it’s all I can do to remember that you’re waiting here for me and that knowledge is enough to keep me tethered.”

For a moment, it was almost enough to know that someone as strong and steady and together as Alex Miller had ever felt as fragmented as you did in that moment.

You rolled over in her arms so you could meet her gaze, offer her a faint smile that you hoped said everything you didn’t currently possess the words to say. (If her responding smile was any indication, it did.)

“Sing to me?” you asked.

She stroked your hair gently, eyes shining with more love than you felt worthy of as she leaned in to kiss your forehead.

You dropped your head to her chest as she began to sing, still stroking your hair tenderly. Your eyes fell closed and, even for a moment, allowed yourself to believe that things really might be okay.

“Why do you weep? What are these tears upon your face? Soon you will see, all of your fears will pass away. Safe in my arms, you’re only sleeping...”

#alex blake/reader #alex blake #criminal minds #fanfiction

[newtonsheffield]

Hi Molly! I absolutely love your Bridgerton and Sons Universe!! I'm a huge fan of your writing and all of your headcanons. If it's not too much trouble, do you have any headcanons about Anthony and his daughter Mary? I feel like there are so many stories about his relationship with Charlotte, Edmund and Miles, but not so many about Mary. I'd love to know what you think!

Heyyyy! 

This has been sitting in my inbox for forever and I’m so sorry! My current inbox count stands... high! And I’m trying my best! It’s not too much trouble, I’m just... slow. 

I’m so SO glad you like Bridgerton and Sons! This Universe truly grows more and more manic by the second! Just ask the person who just a sneak peek on The Anthony Bridgerton/Francesca Bridgerton/Dame Helen Mirren incident. Poor Gal probably wished she’d never asked! 

Okay! So we know, baby Mary Bridgerton herself didn’t have a particularly rough start to life but Kate had a difficult time with the entire pregnancy and so both Kate and Anthony feel a very special connection to Mary. And here’s a little Snippet of Dadthony with Mary (Marjorie! Charlotte compels me to say) 

Anthony would never say he loved any of his children more than any of the others, whenever he looked at any of them, all of them, he was seized by the mad desire to scoop them in his arms and hold them tight while his heart burst with affection for them and the woman who’d given him each of them in an act of love. To know that each of them existed because Kate loved him so completely was something he would never stop marvelling over. But it had to be said, he did feel a special connection to Mary. Mary who Kate had laboured and struggled to bring into this world, and Anthony had sat, despondently with his newborn daughter in his arms and sobbed into his mother in law’s chest in a way he hadn’t since he’d clutched a very different body to his chest. And his daughter hadn’t said a peep. Had barely stirred, his finger clutched in her hand tightly. And he’d looked down at his daughter, signs of both of he and his wife on her face and he’d promised that if he was all she’d ever know, then she would have all of him. And then when Kate had been alright, miraculously, He’d taken an enormous breath, and finally Mary had cried. 

From the very first time they’d brought Mary home from the hospital, She seemed to cling to Anthony, Settling only when Anthony held her. And perhaps it was unfair, but Anthony felt a savage sort of pride in it. Once upon a time it had been Miles that had clung to Kate (He still did really) desperately, and Kate had tutted and said Anthony it doesn’t mean anything but he’d seen the way her lips had ticked upwards in a smirk and now he understood.Do you mind? he whispered to Kate one night has he sat in the nursery, Mary yawning happily in his arms finally settling, Kate watching with Charlotte asleep on her lap, scared of her answer, suddenly. But a soft smile came to her face as she said Of course not, You’re my favourite person when I want to cry as well. And tears had run down his own cheeks seconds later.

It became apparent very early in her life that Mary Lucy Bridgerton was going to be every bit as much of a handful as her older sister. But in a much more sly and underhanded way, which honestly was much worse. She had been four years old when she’d skipped past Anthony’s office at home, Einstein trotting after her wearing... Edmund’s football jersey and cleats. Mary! Anthony had called out, shock rising in him at the odd scene and she’d poked her head back in the office with a perfectly innocent smile on her face Yes, Daddy? Anthony had forced himself to stay firm despite how adorable his daughter was Moo, why is Einstein wearing Sprout’s football gear? And his daughter had looked down at the dog as though she’d only just noticed him, and with an even more innocent expression said Well he can’t be any worse than Edmund, Can he?  And Anthony hadn’t been able to stop the laughter bubbling in his chest from bursting out of him. Mary had shushed him indignantly Daddy! You’ll ruin the joke! And he’d nodded soberly, put on his sternest face and said Now Moo, It’s very wrong of you to tease your brother. Edmund tries very hard at football. But let Daddy take a picture first. The picture of Mary grinning mischievously next to a dog dressed as her brother is still on Anthony’s desk to this day. And he and Kate cackled with laughter when they looked at the picture later that night.   

#bridgerton and sons au #dadthony #kathony #anthony x kate #baby bridgertons #anthony bridgerton #mary bridgerton #kate sheffield #kate sharma #molly's asks and answers #The bridgerton girls are far more trouble than the boys

[nonbaznary]

ao3 tag game ✨

thank you so much @wellbelesbian for tagging me in this! i really liked reading your answers, lol. sorry it took so long to post this, but here it is!!

how many works do you have on ao3?

currently i have 28! i deleted a few last year, unfortunately, but i’ll work this year to get that work count higher 🤲

what’s your total ao3 word count?

31522! weird number but i’ll take it

how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

on ao3, five. or, i guess, technically four, because two of them are Carry On Series and Simon Snow & Related Fandoms. the other three are BIG BARF EW EW EW Voltron: Legendary Defender, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe and Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. ew. ew. i have this thing- sticking to fandoms for authors and sometimes even works i now hate. anyways, i want to start writing for other fandoms too. i used to do stuff for riordanverse (mainly percy jackson, and i still have some WIPs), miraculous ladybug (not the greatest, but im watching it with my lil sis and its fun to try to fix that shit) and uhh i think it was the dragon prince? and she-ra and carmen sandiego? which were fun. so yeah!

what are your top five fics by kudos?

5. Maybe we just lived between hurting and healing

Gen, m/m, snowbaz

After a whole life of hurting, Simon and Baz finally get to healing. Baz adores it.

4. Of queer weddings and family parties

Gen, m/m, snowbaz

Baz and Simon are loudly queer in family events, especially now that they're engaged.

3. Move, I'm gay

T, gen

Inspired by the tweet: "sobbing at this lil girl at target. dad tries to get her a dress and she just YELLS “no I’m GAY I CAN’T” and her dad just sighs so loudly and goes “no you’re not gay, I’m gay. You’re five.”" Or: bad gay humor is generational, and often unintentional! - for @sharing-a-room-with-an-open-fire

2. Here, kitty-kitty…

T, gen + m/m, snowbaz

Simon adopts a cat. Baz pretends to hate him. It's probably safer for everyone this way… - for the @carryon-anon-fest

1. (Spend my days) Dreaming 'bout you

Gen, m/m, snowbaz

Life has been amazing for Simon and Baz. Simon can't stop daydreaming about their future together. He has a million questions to ask Baz. That's easier said than done, though. Written for the Carry On Exchange (Baz's Birthday Flash Round!) - for @letraspal

do you respond to comments? why or why not?

yeah, totally! i mean, at least i try to 🥲 im not really active on ao3 (and not always logged in because i forget to check that) but every time i get in i try to check my inbox and answer as much comments as i can, even if theyre just replies. i LOVE feedback on my fics and i think chatting about fics is really cool

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

👁👁👁👁👁 uhhh

ive had some pretty bad angst fics. all hurt, no comfort, definitely no happy endings. a lot of main character deaths and shit like that.

BUT none of these are still up, so i’ll go with one that is and i actually remember- recently, (I'll shut my mouth) I'll let you go, which is my least read and interacted fic ever (i mean, FAIR) a nicodemus & fiona fic from when he was Turned. yknow, the nice stuff

have you ever received hate on a fic?

no, i dont think so? not that i recall. ive had people whod send me like . personal hate? but still loved my fanfiction and told me so lol. but i dont think ive ever gotten hate on a fic. if i have, i completely forgot about it, or just straight up never saw it

do you write smut? if so, what kind?

not really? ive experienced and tried to get into it some little time ago but its not really my sort of thing. guess its still too awkward and embarrassing for my developing queer little brain. a few friends keep reminding me to try my hand at that because we do have fun talking about it lol, and im curious to see how itd turn out. and id definitely like to try to write some fics with more of a hint of seggsual stuff and not feel like crap for it!

have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope! (or not that i know of…)

have you ever had a fic translated?

ive been asked if people could translate my fics to spanish (and one in english when i wrote more in portuguese) but ive never actually seen my translated fics posted? 🤔 im fairly sure someone sent me, like, in DMs, a translation of one of my fics, but i dont think it ever saw the light of day

what’s your all-time favourite ship?

i dont really do those! i mean, that definitely are some ships that i will treasure for a long time, but i dont really choose all-time favourites for basically anything fandom-related. my taste changes very often, so thats not reallt a thing for me fkkdkdkd right now, its snowbaz, obviously (snowshaz is also starting to grow a lot in my lil polyamlm heart)

have you ever co-written a fic before?

i have! i used to do that ALL THE TIME when i first got into fanfiction, but lately not so much. i miss it though, it was such fun, and it helped me get even more ideas for fics. we'd have groupchats for fics, and sometimes even go like RPG-wise to develop scenes / dialogue. when i stopped co-writing often, i would still pitch in with a few chapters / scenes for my friends’ fics, and they’d do the same for mine. i loved it, and i think the readers thought it was fun too!, but i stopped writing frequently altogether so its harder to do that, i guess. maybe now that im getting back into writing in general i’ll get back into that too. also, renée and i are planning to co-write something soon, so !!

what’s a wip you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

wow, so many of my WIPs fit into this... my post break up art teacher simon fic. my band au. full like the moon, which is an exes-to-friends-to-lovers thing i think i posted the prologue to. the watford drama society au. most of my longfics, probably. lol

i have a bunch of fics that i might not even actually start writing. like, self indulgent fics that arent coherent at all and dont make any fucking sense. fics that are basically just a few random scenes splashed together and left aside. i like them, but... eh

what are your writing strengths?

queer stuff. angst angst and angst, i guess. people usually say im good with humor, and dialogues, so these!

what are your writing weaknesses?

as it probably became clear, if it wasnt already obvious; long fics! planning, actually writing a BUNCH of shit, and getting to the end. endings, in general, aren’t really my jam

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fics?

i like it! dont really have a problem with the concept in general, but i do think its decent to leave the translations in the notes (or make it really, really obvious from context if possible)

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

harry potter, i think! i discovered fanfiction with harry potter, more specifically the marauders fandom, bc i used to look things up about them and only fanworks wouldve touched the subject 🥲 so thats what started my interest in fic

what’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

this is a hard one, because all my current favorites are still WIPs ✨✨✨ as in, do you want me (dead)? and my golden AU, mostly. but im really fond of And if you have nightmares, we’ll dance on the bed. i loved writing it, i love baz and penny’s relationship, and i think people should pay more attention to penelope’s trauma, because it's definitely there. it felt good to adress it. also note how literally all of these are named afted songs / lyrics LMAOOOO

tagging @thesebookishdelights / @aqueeriano / @punkjuliandiaz because i said i would 😌😌

#ao3 tag game #aspen talks writing #pen and paper

[glazelilyy]

hiiii luce ! <3 i saw ur most recent post & i just wanna preface this by saying u don't have to answer this publicly if u don't want to! u can either answer privately or not answer at all -- i just wanted to say some stuff to u !!! <3 sometimes, writers aren't always able to write & that's okay. sometimes, we'll go through phases where we just can't write, no matter how much we want to. these periods of writer's block are frustrating, but you're not alone! i had one that almost lasted for 2 months pretty early in the year (around february/march), but people will always return and show up for your writing, especially writing as eloquent and lovely as yours!

what your followers desire most from you is not fanfiction -- i feel like i can speak for everyone when i say that we desire most for you to feel happy with what you're doing. if writing isn't bringing you that joy at the moment, then take a break for as long as you need! you should run a blog because it's fun and entertaining and not because it feels like an obligation or something that you must maintain so you don't "disappoint" people (and trust me, taking a break won't disappoint anyone -- mental health is more important than fanfiction could ever be).

i'm not really good at this sort of thing, but i basically just wanted to reach out and say that you're lovely, your blog is a breath of fresh air, and your writing is some of my favorite on this site, even if we don't interact much. i personally think you have some of the best characterization in the fandom, but i know how easy it is to hear compliments from others and to just... not believe them. i know me complimenting you isn't going to fix much, if anything, but i just wanted to let you know that i'll stick around and cheer you on, whether you post another fic in a day, a week, a month, or a year from now! please don't push yourself too hard when running a blog -- hobbies should never be arduous tasks! <3

sorry for how lengthy this message ended up being, but i just wanted to send an encouraging message & to let you know that you're not alone & are loved by the community! <3333 :D

(i'm sorry for taking so long to respond to this, and the other very kind asks sent my way!! i wanted to keep them in my inbox for just a little longer because reading them just made me feel so much better and happier :> i wanted to respond to this just to show my immense gratitude hehe <3)

axia, i genuinely cannot tell you both how many times i've read this and how much it helped me :) (sjkgdbdf i keep tearing up while writing this, FRICK) your words are just,,,they've pinpointed exactly how i feel and reassured me in the best way possible and i'm so grateful that you and so many others are willing to stand with me even as i'm struggling :)

you're definitely right, running a blog and partaking in my hobbies should never feel like an obligation and i definitely think i forgot about that, thank you for reminding me!! writing is one of the few hobbies i have left in my life and i'd hate to run myself into the ground by overworking. my mental health was never exactly the best but i've found solace writing here and interacting with everyone and it's genuinely made me feel the best i've felt in a long time :) (if i keep rambling about how grateful i am im definitely gonna start sobbing ajshgfjdgf)

the line "i know me complimenting you isn't going to fix much, if anything, but i just wanted to let you know that i'll stick around and cheer you on, whether you post another fic in a day, a week, a month, or a year from now!" has stayed with me ever since i read your ask. i've always been under the impression that loyalty is fleeting and while i'm aware that i've worked and had to work for my audience, there's that sense of dread that if i slip now all i've done will just go away (and it's a very irrational thought now that i look at it) but it's clear to me that even if i do lose followers or get less notes, i'm still immensely grateful to wonderful moots like yourself and many of my readers (interactive or not) who still decide to partake in my work :)

you don't have to apologize for anything!! i didn't mind the length at all, and trust me when i say your ask did wonders to my mood/pos :) i've always looked up to your writing, your blog actually inspired me to start my own!! to know that someone whose writing i adore and who is a joy to interact with finds pleasure in my writing (and complimented my characterization AAAAA) just fills me with happiness ajsbgfhdfj words can't describe how thankful i am for this message, and i know i'll definitely be coming back to it in the future if i ever feel like this again :)

once again, thank you so much axia!! :D <3

#sincerely: the stars—☆ #from my beloved axia—☆ #who told me to answer emotional asks while listening to yutaka yamada's piano renditions of kaneki ken's ost themes #but seriously thank you i really needed and appreciate this so much :) #important—☆ #yes im putting the important tag here for easy access hehe >:)

[brilliancetheory]

All the royal fam had to do was to sit there and eat their food. But they couldn’t even do that. Had to act like donkeys

I have no idea how long this has been sitting in my inbox for??? I've only just seen it buried under MONTHS old asks for my various sideblogs so this has likely been here for about a year. I'm so sorry. But also I'm sobbing what the FUCK does this mean.

#answered ask #this long lost ask feels like a gift from a different dimension