#//be kind this is my first attempt 🥴

[scribbledghost]

Simon having sex with reader on the Thanksgiving dinner table? Maybe he comes home from work really late to a table full of food and reader looking pretty as ever, and he decides to show his gratitude.🥴😏

Welcome Home

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader (no y/n)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,009

Warnings: oral (F receiving), table sex, dirty talk, praise, use of "good girl", tongue clicks from Simon

Note: Everyone say "Thank you @sillylittlereader " for fueling my feral Scribs-brained behavior (Also everyone say "thank you anon" bc that addition made me literally lol). Gonna combine these two cause I caaaaaan. Happy Wanksgiving all! Hopefully yall enjoy my first attempt at full smut after many, many moons.

As soon as Simon opens the front door and steps inside, he knows he's in for a good evening.

The smell of food hits him immediately, the house warmer than usual from where you'd been cooking. He discards his boots and follows the scent into the kitchen, where he finds you milling about and putting another dish onto the counter. It joins several others, and he's quick to notice at least a couple of his favorites.

"Now what's all this?" He says with a grin. You look back at him with a matching look.

"Dinner," you say simply. "I know doing day work and training on-base isn't your favorite, so I figured I'd make a nice, big meal for you. Everything's on the counter, table's cleaned off, so all you have to do is make your plate and eat."

A warm feeling constricts Simon's chest, and he finds himself unable to resist striding towards you and pulling you in for a kiss.

And another.

And another.

As he parts from you, hands on your hips as you look at him with a lidded gaze, he realizes there's one thing he wants before he enjoys the work you've put into welcoming him home.

"I know it's technically bad form, love," he rumbles, guiding you by the hips back towards the table, "but maybe you could let me have dessert first, yeah?"

"Oh, I suppose I can allow it. Just this once," you reply with a sly grin that he matches.

With that, he hefts you up onto the table and takes a seat between your legs. 

He wastes little time lifting your shirt just enough to press a few hot, open-mouthed kisses to your stomach. From there, he helps you quickly divest yourself of your pants and underwear, grabbing both and helping you lift yourself from the table just long enough for him to pull both off in one fluid motion. 

When the garments land on the floor, Simon hooks his arms beneath your legs, pulls you closer to him, and buries his face in you.

If there is one thing Simon does well when he's not in the field, it's eating. He devours you like a man starved, like he'll never get another chance to taste you. He dips his tongue into you before sliding it up to your clit, kissing and sucking and lapping at you in a practiced manner he knows works. As much as he knows he should give you a few of his fingers to help stretch you open for what is to come, he can't help but forgo the courtesy, too invested in tasting your slick to waste any.

"Taste so fucking good, baby," he moans, "can't get enough of this cunt. Never get enough of you."

He's telling the truth. He could spend hours with his head buried between your thighs. In fact, he has before. He wonders if you'll be so kind as to let him do it again tomorrow morning; have him wake you with his tongue and continue like that until you start pushing him away.

But that's a thought for later. For now, he's got much more important matters to attend to.

He feels your hand grab his hair, a low groan tearing from his lungs as you pull him deeper into you. The hands on your skin tighten their grip, his brows knit together in concentration.

"That's it love," he says, voice muffled by your cunt, "take what you want from me."

Your hips buck against him and he follows, cock hard and twitching in his pants as you moan for him. He knows you're close by the way your thighs shake in his grasp, and he's determined to all but drag you over the edge.

Your breathing gets shallower, interspersed with staccato moans and whines. You breathe his name into the air, and Simon growls against your heat.

"That's it love," he encourages again, "be good and cum for me, yeah?"

With that, he returns to his task at hand, laser-focused on getting what he wants.

And what he wants is for you to smother him. What he wants is for you to envelop him, make it so nothing else so much as touches any of his senses.

He wants - no, needs - to make you feel good. To help you fall from the precipice and lose yourself to what he's giving you.

And fall you do.

With a sharp cry of his name, he feels your sex clench and twitch against his mouth as you come undone beneath him. He helps you through it, moaning soft, affirmative "mhm"s as you ride your orgasm to its end.

When you slump against him, muscles finally relaxing, he gives you one last lick with the flat of his tongue before moving to kiss your thighs.

"Good girl," he says softly, "so, so good for me."

He begins a slow ascent, nudging his nose against the hem of your shirt and pushing it upwards so he can mouth at the skin just beneath it.

After pressing a few more kisses to your abdomen and stomach, he stands, removing his shirt and using it to somewhat dry his face before discarding it. 

"Look so fuckin' pretty when you cum," he says as he leans in to kiss you properly. "Never gonna get tired of watchin' you."

Simon's hips rut against you as his tongue dips into your mouth, a light hum leaving him as he hears you whine softly.

"I know, baby," he murmurs apologetically against your lips, "I know you're still sensitive. Jus' can't help it, yeah? Wanna make sure you're nice and wet before I take you."

It's an excuse, and both of you know it. Simon knows you're plenty ready for him, especially after one orgasm, but he's allowing himself to be selfish. To give himself a taste of you before he devours you again in another way. In the depths of his brain, he wonders if some of your slick will coat his belt. Wonders if it will dry there, where he will carry it with him the next time he wears it to base. An invisible mark of ownership.

He could keep going, keep grinding against you until he comes undone without ever even removing his own pants.

But that simply will not do. Not for Simon. And after you whine again against his mouth, the overstimulation on your clit no doubt bordering on painful, he gives you mercy.

At least, that's what he tells himself as he unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants, pushing them just far down enough with his briefs to release his cock from its confines.

"See what you do to me, love?" he says lowly as he slides gently against your heat, coating himself in a mix of your spend and his precum. 

Then, deciding he's had enough teasing for one afternoon, Simon begins the slow push into you.

He's not a small man, and he knows it. Saying so doesn't come from a place of inflated ego, but rather from real, practical experience, both with you and past lovers. He guides himself into you as gently as he's able, not wanting the pressure he knows you must feel to turn into pain.

But then, as his hips are about halfway to you, he notices something.

You've closed your eyes.

And, again, that simply will not do.

"Hey. Hey," he says gruffly before he clicks his tongue twice at you, "eyes open, love. Want you to look at me while I stuff you full."

You give him a bleary look, eyelids just barely obeying his command as he continues to push deeper into you. 

The pair of you erupt in joint moans when the front of his thighs meet your body. Simon leans forward to rest his forehead against yours as he catches his breath.

"Fuck, love, you feel so fucking good," he breathes into the space between you. 

"So do you," you answer in an equally breathless tone. 

Simon surges forward to kiss you, keeping his lips on yours as he begins to roll his hips. Your arms wrap around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer to you. 

As much as he wants to draw this out, as much as he wants to start slowly and build up until you're both tense and begging for release, he simply can't find it in himself to wait any longer. His hips seem to move of their own accord, snapping into you and punching moans from your lungs. 

When he pulls back for a moment to stand and watch your body, he notices that your eyes are once again closed as you're lost to the pleasure he's giving you.

"Show me those pretty eyes, love," he says softly. When you only whine in response, he reluctantly stills his thrusts.

"Hey, eyes on me," he says more harshly, once again clicking his tongue at you. "You open those eyes and look at me."

You slowly obey, and he feels you clench around him when he clicks his tongue. When he's satisfied that you're watching, he begins his thrusts again.

"There she is," he says breathlessly with a grin. "There's my girl."

He holds your gaze as he continues, fucking into you at an increasing pace. He is enraptured by you. By your voice, by your body, by your gaze. He chases his high, but quickly realizes there's something important that he's forgotten.

"Reach down and touch yourself for me, love," he commands. "Want you to give me one more before I fill you."

To your credit, you do as he asks, reaching a hand down to rub at your clit as he continues to thrust into you. The action catapults Simon impossibly closer to his peak, though by some grace he manages to hold himself together as you chase another orgasm.

It doesn't take as long as Simon assumes it will for you to come again. Or perhaps it does. Time has long since become an abstract concept to Simon, just as it always does when he's inside of you like this. Nevertheless, he feels your walls flutter around him as you sigh his name.

"Good girl," he croons to you as you come, "good girl."

Once you come down, he throws his self-restraint to the wind and surges towards his own orgasm in earnest. 

"Gonna cum, love," he says, leaning in to touch his forehead to yours again. "Gonna fill you up, make you mine."

You don't respond in words, but he feels a hand grab the back of his head as you pull his lips to yours. 

A groan rips through his body as Simon comes, stilling inside of you as his cock twitches. He moans out some approximation of your name against your lips as he loses himself.

An indeterminate amount of time later, when the two of you part and begin to catch your breath, you lock eyes.

And you both laugh.

A light, beautiful sound.

"Well, can't say I was expecting that," you say.

"Had to thank you somehow, love," he quips. 

He helps you to sit up, tucking himself back into his pants as he leaves his shirt on the floor and his belt unbuckled. He aids you in putting your pants and underwear back on, softly promising to help you shower after you both eat.

"After all," he says as he kisses you, "it'd be a tragedy to let all this food get any colder than it is already."

You laugh softly at him.

"And whose fault would that be, Mr. Riley?"

"Yours," he says with a teasing nip to your shoulder, "not my fault you looked good enough to eat."

The soft, good-natured groan you give him as you lightly shove him from you warms his heart. On the field, he prides himself on being cold, calculated, and for leaving little room for anything else. But here, in his home, with you by his side, he feels like the battlefield is a thousand years away.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #ghost x reader #ghost scribbles

[barsformars]

Disrespect

//

g - angst

p - wooyoung x f!reader

w.c - 1.1k

t.w - mentions of insecurities regarding looks and body

c - wooyoung is mad at you for starting rumours and you’re pissed at his insensitivity

a.n - have not written an angst piece in a very long time, idk if anyone is interested to read this tbh but it comforted me a little to write this because something similar happened to me quite a while back so 🥴 also disclaimer, this is completely fictional im not saying wooyoung is an asshole irl

//

“i don’t ever want to see you again” doesn’t really work when you’re working together and have to see each other literally the next day. not only is it painfully obvious and awkward to your coworkers. it’s also incredibly exhausting switching from being mad at him to seriously missing the good times with him every half an hour or so.

it took one more glare sent towards wooyoung’s direction for san to finally decide to come talk to you. “you wanna talk to me about it?” he asked softly as he sat himself beside you.

you furrowed your eyebrows at san, wondering if he was serious about it, especially considering the cause of the whole fight. “what, and have you report everything back to your best friend? no thanks.”

“my lips are sealed,” san tried to reassure, slightly taken aback by your attitude. he has never once betrayed anyone’s trust, unless they were doing something illegal but that’s a story for another day.

that phrase meant nothing to you but empty promises to you now. your only fault was telling your fellow backup dancers that you felt uncomfortable with how close wooyoung was being with a certain girl group member, and now he was blaming you for calling him a womaniser and a cheater because rumours had spread. and instead of apologising for causing your trust in him to waver, wooyoung was more concerned about his reputation.

“i’ll respect your wishes if you don’t want to talk about it, but i strongly encourage for the both of you to talk it out,” san advised, “the atmosphere is kind of heavy because of the two of you.”

san got up and walked away, revealing wooyoung who was staring at you from the mirror as the stylist fixed his hair.

“have you been crying?” was the first thing that came out from his mouth after the both of you excused yourselves to a more private space. you swear you could have punched him right there and then.

surely it was obvious that you had been bawling all night with how swollen your eyes were, and the sunken eye bags that formed overnight – an observation wooyoung had made when you had cried to sleep in his arms a long time ago.

“which answer will hurt you more?” you spat, provoking your boyfriend.

“drop your glare, you’re being rude.”

“rude? you know what’s rude? not respecting my boundaries, then proceeding to invalidate my feelings,” you replied as you balled your hands into tight fists.

the following were wooyoung’s claims: he did not pat her head or rest his hand on her lower back and that you were delusional and lying because you’re insecure that you’re not as attractive, face or body wise, as compared to girl idols.

“and you did not respect my career, your words have spread and if the media catches wind of this i could be ruined!” wooyoung rebutted, his voice louder than before.

“again, like i said, all i wanted was to tell somebody that i was uncomfortable with it! i never meant to say that you were a cheater, nor did i want to spread it to the whole world.”

“what you intended to do doesn’t matter, that’s how the media industry is! and you could have told me directly how you felt-“

“so you can tell me i was overthinking and extra sensitive?” you were now face to face with the man, extremely agitated.

wooyoung backed away from you with a few steps and audibly sighed. he turned his head to the side in an attempt to calm down, biting down on his lower lip.

“look, i don’t know how else to explain myself other than saying that i did not do whatever you said i did. regardless, i’m sorry you felt that way and i apologise.” wooyoung decided to be the one to back down first, his arms opening up as an invitation for the both of you to hug it out.

you don’t accept it, also taking steps away from him while shaking your head in dismay. you were not going to let him get away so easily with this, not after he utterly shattered your heart. what wooyoung did, misunderstanding or not, was not what hurt you the most, but how he reacted when he heard about it.

wooyoung had always reassured you that you were the most beautiful in his eyes, that no one else could compare to you. you were not stupid enough to think it was an objective statement, you have seen enough idols to know that even the ones that aren’t photogenic are on another level. but he has now turned this insecurity of yours into a weapon to make you think you’re an insane jealous girlfriend.

“what do you want me to do to show that i still love you?” wooyoung questioned. again, his choice of words irked you.

you felt tears welling up in your eyes, the disappointment you were feeling made your heart ache so much. you love your boyfriend, but not this version of him. and you don’t know the answer to his question because the damage feels irreversible.

“please just come here,” wooyoung carefully takes a step closer to you, his arms opening once again for you, his voice still firm but slightly more gentle now. he wished you would understand the reason he, in your words, ‘overreacted’ is because ateez is at the height of their career and he can’t risk having anything knock it down right now. he knows, he knows it seems never ending for you, being patient until he reaches his next goal. there’s always a next goal, and it’s always harder to reach than the last, and each time there’s more at stakes. he knows he’s being selfish, one can’t have it all but here he is, greedy for both success and love.

“i’m sorry,” he apologised again, his two hands cupping your face as the tears begun to roll down your cheeks, “i shouldn’t have been so harsh on you.”

“i think we should break up.” you felt like choking on your own words. yet for some reason, your body still gravitated towards him, and the next moment your lips are already on his.

wooyoung did not have time to react to what you had just said, but he doesn’t care. all he wants to do right now is melt into your kiss so he reaches for the back of your head.

the both of you are grown enough to know this was not the healthiest way to resolve conflicts, but everything just felt right. “we are so not breaking up,” he breathed heavily as he pulled away for a second.

“you are mine.”

#ateez #ateez reactions #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfic #ateez angst #ateez blurbs #ateez drabbles #ateez fic #wooyoung #wooyoung angst

[gogandmagog]

Do you think you can expound on what you meant by LMM showing her hand/Dean being condemned by cat aversion? I was skimming the Emily tag and came across your post. Just curious!

I’m sooo cracking up and embarrassed right now, because while I do fr believe that... I’m not exactly sure I can wholly defend it. Or even remotely ask anyone else to consider getting onboard with that kind of intense inferring. But I’m going to do my best to have a go at it (🥴) and attempt to explain where my head was at with all that, while also letting it be a lesson to myself to not just be out here saying things sometimes, lol.

Also as a small sidenote: I tried to find the post you might be referencing, and I’m all but certain it must’ve been a very old conversation with @no-where-new-hero, but it must’ve also predated my searchable tagging practices because alas, I cannot find it. So… I’m already sorry-in-advance if I veer off into unrelated areas or miss the ‘ask’ mark completely. But I think you mean that at some point I said Maud “showed her hand” early in the Emily series by having Dean Priest say that he wouldn’t keep a cat. I’ll double check, but I think his exact quote is: “I like cats but I never keep one.”

Which, to a casual reader... doesn’t mean a whole lot. Yet when I look back at this, as a non-casual reader, after many re-reads and a little bit of Maud experience, I do kind of now recognise that as a tell. At least it’s a proper LMM red flag. Especially when we experience and feel the depth of cat symbolism and heavy-handed cat presence in the Emily series. And of Emily. How Emily is repeatedly and often assigned a cat-like nature + appearance in the narrative and by other characters in the book. She’s told at school that she has cat ears, and she’s even nicknamed “puss” by Cousin Jimmy. Emily’s Wind Woman purrs. It’s everywhere in Emily. If we advance even a bit further, into broad and ancient symbolism, we can also reflect on timeless and universal cat symbolism… the cat alignment with femininity. The same way dogs are aligned and representative of masculinity.

So when we consider all of this and juxtapose Dean’s statement against Montgomery’s men that did get their girls, I think it speaks even louder. Teddy had Smoke and Buttercup. Barney had Good Luck and Banjo. Cats are so important to Maud and her stories that she has Gilbert (the son of a cat lady, eventual owner of the First Mate, and saviour of Ingleside housecat the Shrimp) mention them in his finally-accepted proposal to Anne. He says, “I dream of a home with a hearth-fire in it, a cat and dog, the footsteps of friends—and you!” (Which P.S. is even a veeeery interesting order, in my veeeery-stretched opinion. A cat, then a dog. The feminine before the masculine. You before me, Gilbert says.)

To me... Emily is the cat that Dean will never keep. Much later, when their engagement is dissolving, he says, “… Perhaps that is why I couldn’t keep you.” Which is lowkey full circle. (If you squint.)

[lvlyghost]

Remember

Pairings: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

Summary: You and the team go out for a drink. At the end of the night is just you and Simon.

Word Count: 800

Tw: fluff, kyle and soap get drunk, dad!price, that’s all I think(?🥴✨

A/N: idk what this is, i was bored and finished it almost at 1:00 a.m, maybe this is my poor attempt to make a story with ghost bc god i love that man, consider this a second part of i see you although it can be read as an independent one-shot. Please remember english isn’t my first language, corrections are appreciated ✨🤍🌟💕

Part 1✨

You smiled at the camera, closing your eyes and tongue sticking out, Kyle feigned seriousness and snapped the picture. The two of you bursting into laughter as he uploaded the story to his social media. On the other side of the booth Ghost remained stoic.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He muttered to himself, rolling his eyes at the sight of the two of you. You and Gaz were the youngest ones of the team and that meant hearing you talking about things he couldn’t quite understand or watching you do things on your phones that made no sense whatsoever.

Why did he even agree to come to the pub in the first place?

“I’ll go grab another round!” Kyle announced, not waiting for an answer.

“You should’ve stopped him Lt.” you spoke. “He’s had way too many of those.”

Simon didn’t even turn to look at the sargeant.

“He’s not my bloody problem.”

But deep down you knew he’d look after any of you even off-duty.

“Hmm. Last time I checked you stopped me from grabbing us those shots of tequila back in Mexico, remember?”

He does. But apparently you didn’t remember what happened that night.

And he’d keep it that way.

“You would’ve ended up choking on your own vomit, lightweight.”

You bring and hand to your chest, mouth hanging open. You can’t help it, you laugh. He’s just…

“Wow, thank you Simon. Anyway, Kyle could be the one choking on his own vomit if we don’t stop him n… where’s Johnny?”

Simon nods his head to the other side of the pub, Price is trying to get him out of the pub, completely drunk. Kyle comes back empty handed and offended.

“Apparently, the barman says I’ve had too much. Why don’t you grab some for us Lt.? You look just fine…”

“Alright that’s it muppet, you too.” Price is now grabbing Kyle by the arm and leading him to the exit before he can even say anything. It’s getting late and you know the Captain wouldn’t come back to get you nor Simon.

“And then there were two.” You smile. “Wanna get out of here?”

He inhales deeply and nods, standing up and offering you a big calloused hand to help you out of the booth.

You had always wondered why he was so kind to you. Ghost was known as this tall, broody and mysterious man that no one wanted to cross paths with. Dangerous and feared. He was easily a good foot taller than you and could break you in an instant if he ever wanted to. Yet here he was.

Offering his hand to you, looking down straight to your big doe eyes. You always thought he had a staring problem. When he was looking at you –especially now– like that, you couldn’t help but wonder if he at least felt the way you did, just a little part of him…

You absolutely adored how safe he made you feel. Recalling that day when he had followed you all the way to the armory after your failed attempt to dating this one guy.

“You alright there kid?” He asks, leading both of you out in the hot summer air.

“Mhm.” That’s all you offer, you wish you could say more. Wish you could say all the things you wanted to him. You felt silly. A silly girl with a crush with her superior. You had convinced yourself it’ll go away. Simon Riley wasn’t one to have romantic feelings he had told you before.

“That’s just not for me.” He had stated, firmly after a rather hard mission. Things had gone sideways too soon.

“How long have we known each other, sir?” You suddenly ask, walking down the street and to the barracks.

“Over a year. I don’t know, why are you asking?”

He knew exactly how long you’ve known each other he just had to act like he didn’t.

Shrugging you stare right ahead.

“I know I’ve asked before but uh, you ever think of settling down? Like finding a partner and having someone to go home to?”

“No.” His answer is blunt, and for some reason it makes your chest tighten. “Things like that don’t work for people like us.”

“Why?” You inquire so fast, turning your head to see him. “How do you know that? You’ve never…”

“I just do.” He grunts in response.

Maybe you’re imagining things now but you could’ve sworn he took a quick glance at your lips before looking elsewhere.

Still you playfully nudge his side after a few seconds of silence. If it were someone else Simon would’ve been furious.

“Never say never, sir.”

Somehow you find yourself smiling and Ghost knew, he knew that would be a problem.

If only you could remember what happened that night in Las Almas…

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #cod #cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod ghost #cod konig #john price #cod mw22 #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #cod simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost imagine #simon riley imagine #john price x reader #soap mwii #soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #call of duty mw2 #cod mw2022

[queen-in-the-shadows]

Hellevator Captivation

(a working title 🥴)

MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI

This will be an 18+ story!!!! I will not hesitate to block any minors/blank blogs/ageless blogs who interact with this story!!! I’m sorry guys, I just don’t want that on my conscience (you should be being a kid/teen, not this stuff guys. beyond that it’s definitely against the law to supply this type of content to a minor and i dont need that)

This is planned to be alien!fratboy!ot8!Stray Kids x reader, and I am trying to make it a gn!reader, although it will probably at least come off as afab as this is my experience. If anyone has helpful tips for doing a more gn!reader without seeming as afab I would love the advice (in a kind manner!!)

I’m working on the warning list; however there is definitely: yandere, teratophilia, noncon/dubcon (reader agrees to it but the boys are definitely kind of coercive with things so this is a better safe than sorry) possibly mxm, mmf; we will see what else gets added as Im not even really through with first/second chapters. Im not sure how long it will be, but I want to have one or two chapters written above each I post until I feel its complete.

That being said… heres a teaser 🥰🥰

The residents of Earth thought they were hot, but they didn’t care. They were just trying to get enough information to either rig the primitive and nearly obsolete technology, or fix their communications network to long distance, all so that they could attempt to call for help. They weren’t planning on all finding a specimen they would want to bring back to Cleithonia, for scientific purposes of course. They weren’t planning on it being the same specimen, they certainly weren’t planning on it being you.

Summary: Chan and his 7 crew members crash landed on Zyloren-9, otherwise known as Earth, and are trying to wire their ship to allow them to connect to a rescue group... Until they take an obsessive interest in a peer who is a little too pretty and a little too innocent. They can bring specimen back for scientific studies, right?

In other words: Chan and the others take a liking to you and decide they want to take you back with them, they just need to connect a rescue ship—and convince you to walk onto the ship without any questions.

Taglist: @moonlightndaydreams @channieandhisgoonsquad

Please send a message or ask if you would like to be tagged!!!

#alien stray kids #yandere stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz ot8 #stray kids ot8 #Hellevator Captivation #Hellevator Captivation teaser #bianca writes

[psychedelic-ink]

I wanted to comment on your post, as well as the reblog by @toxicanonymity but didn't want to get hated as a fan/reader/commenter of the fics by all of you lovely writers... But just to add, it's ALMOST as if... Joel Miller is *canonically* a contractor/construction/maintenance worker... 🥴🥴🥴 And no individual fanfic writer can claim to own that character/trope or publicly get mad when other people write similar things... 🤦🏻‍♀️

There seems to be so many attempts to create unnecessary "RULES" for fic writers AND readers recently... Where writers saying "We appreciate ANY interaction, likes or comments! Thanks for reading 😊" has somehow turned into "Wow, why bother liking or commenting if you're not going to reblog too. That gives us no exposure. 🙄" This has made me, as a LONG TIME fic reader - longer than some here have been alive, want to not read or interact even less. Because I'm not "doing it right". When I LOVE SO MANY stories/writers on here! We are literally all here because we love a fandom and want to have fun in our Delulu Lands. Like WTF? It all just seems very unnecessary, tacky, and disheartening. Just sayin. But I'm so glad you pointed that out 🖤

I just wanna start off by saying that I do not condone taking direct plot points, dynamics or direct dialogue, the post has gotten kind of out of control so I wanted to repeat that first

Ever since I made that post I have been hearing insane things about this discourse that I didn't even know existed. You cannot own tropes, characters or aus or literally porn tropes. And it saddens me to see writers with "less" followers get extremely worried they are going to be called out just because they are writing the same au. I tend to stay away from discourse and mind my own business but that is taking it a bit too far

Also sometimes you jsut get similar ideas. Months ago I had an idea with a selective mute reader x joel fic where she was a baker and it was set during the jackson era. Pretty specific right? NOPE, apparently someone already wrote that on ao3 for game joel and I haven't even heard of it but somehow we still managed to get a very similar idea

As for the reblog thing, I do think that if you like it you should reblog but of course, I am not entitled to anyone's reblogs. The only thing I do get really peeved about is people commenting "PART 2" and then not even reblogging because we put a lot of work into it and it just comes across very demanding.

Like I said stealing direct plot not okay, but writing for the same au is fine, its fanfic, every writer has their own personal touch and different ways of telling a story.

#tw discourse #tw fandom discourse #mail.💌

[finniestoncrane]

Arkham Knight scarecrow with a corruption kink and the reader is like innocent and Jon has like very.. explicit sexual thoughts ab the reader.. soo he does those same things he though of to the reader (Crane’s got a sir kink too🥴 the reader is female btw!!)

Venal

Arkham!Jonathan x Female!Reader, word count: 1k terrible boy is hot and opens new line of kink thinking for finnie ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: sub/dom elements i guess if you squint hard enough, innocent!reader, naivety, suggested virginity/inexperience, needle, controlling, fear play kinda, kind of dubcon because he's scary and he uses that to his advantage, though reader goes along with it, but just incase!

Your innocence was beyond comparison, a key component in his interest in you. Sweet, naïve, so willing to find the positive and good in people. Although he was sure the determination you had to seek the good in him was by down dwindled to a glimmer of hope that you might be able to find at least one redeeming quality in him.

And he was more than happy to oblige. In fact, he was keen to offer you his secretive skillset, his one good thing.

So rarely did the opportunity come for him to be around people, although that lack of social interaction was by his own hand. It was only because he could smell it on you, the lack of experience that made you pliable, corruptible, that he let you think you had broken through. The same way he let himself think of you, untarnished skin, unspent virtues, unscathed interior, beckoning his cold and cruel touch. What pleasures could he draw forth from your gaping maw, as you gasped in pain at his arrival within you, at his fingers gripping tight to your flesh, your warm entrance stretching to accommodate his less than gentle length. The days, the weeks, he had spent, holding off on allowing himself even the quickest of releases in favour of waiting to savour you when you fell to him, which you would. You would.

“And though you knew of my academic prowess, you believed yourself to be in a position where you could teach me?”

He slammed his hand down against the dusty desk, behind which he loomed as you sat in a chair in front of it, nervously pulling at your skirt, fraying the hem with the strenuous, obsessive pulling at the loose threads, desperately trying not to think of his own threads, the fabric that became one with him.

“I thought, Jonathan…Mr. Crane…I thought”-

“Sir.”

You hesitate, trying not to look him in the eye as you allow this first leniency, the first sign of submission to him.

“…Sir…I thought I could show you how to accept kindness or at least-”

“Futile…but admirable that would make an attempt. Would you like to learn something though?”

He walked softly around the desk, leg brace creaking ever so slightly with each step. His fingers curling around the edge of the wooden tabletop as he leant against it, leaning forward to whisper into your ear.

“Because I have a whole host of wisdom I might be able to impart on someone so…lacking.”

Your breath hitched as the fingers of his hand traced against your thigh, just below the hem which you were gripping tightly at.

“Afraid of something?”

He stayed close to your ear, his words chilling and yet oddly welcoming, comforting.

“Yes.”

It was all you could muster, but the one word reply amused him, seemingly, as he let out a soft chuckle followed by a moan.

“But do you like that?”

“Yes.”

He withdrew from your personal space, so quickly it caused you to jump, nerves already frayed, but he ignored you and continued his lecture.

“I thought you might. There’s no other reason for you to have continued seeing me for so long. You knew one of us was going to win the battle of the wits, and you took the risk. Eagerly, I assume?”

You swallowed the pooling saliva, hands tremoring as you clasped them together in your lap, eyes fixed to the floor. His fingers, jagged and rough nails digging into the soft skin past your jaw, hooked under your chin and tilted your head up, gaze meeting his clouded stare.

“You knew you would crumble. You reek of venality.”

As you tilted your head away again in shame, he pulled it back up, pressing his thumb and forefinger at either side to hold you in place.

“Awfully brave. You would disobey me?”

Fear response.

“No, sir.”

His voice, gravelly and appreciative in return.

“Good girl. In fact, you’re a very good girl it would seem. I can’t tell how good yet.” He pressed his palm to the inner thigh of one of your legs, pushing them apart slightly. “But I intend to find out.”

Too frightened to move, to desperate to say no, you allowed your hips to relax, legs opening wide on the chair, skirt hitching further up your thighs as you opened yourself up to Crane, who stared intensely at your underwear, the slight damp patch that formed there.

“So quick to arousal, are you desperate, or have you not built up a tolerance yet?”

“Jonathan, I-”

“Sir.”

“Sir…I’m not a…I’ve had…partners, but not-”

He was swift, nimble and rough fingers pulling the fabric covering your swollen lips to the side, dipping the tips between your folds, dragging a shivering breath from your throat.

“None like this. And not enough to prepare you for me. No, none like me.”

He leaned in, breathing in your ear, anticipation tingling over the hairs which stood up straight all over your body. His fingers languidly explored inside of you as you waited for his words. But you twitched when his tongue pressed forth from his lightly caged lips, dragging itself up your cheek before he grazed the skin with his teeth.

“And none after me either. I’ll teach you. I’ll show you. I’ll have you bending to my will.”

“Sir.” A moan of approval as he withdrew his mouth and fingers from you to gaze at you, taking you in as you shuddered, face blushing red, hands covering your slick mound, eyes averted but darting up to meet his occasionally, worried he might be disappointed that you wouldn’t look at him. When you caught his eyes, he held your attention. He was leaning against the desk again, hand behind him teasing at the drawer, the sound of it sliding open as he brought his hand back round again, needle in his palm. He tapped against the glass, watching the orange liquid inside jiggle slightly.

“We’ll see to it that you’re on my level.”

#finnie writes #batman #fanfic #riddler x you #scarecrow #jonathan crane #scarecrow imagine #scarecrow smut #scarecrow x reader #rogues gallery #batman rogues

[cuddlyscribe]

For the Tekken requests if they're still open, may I request Kazuya with a loving and affectionate femdom reader. I love this man so much but also want to bite him 😈 SFW and NSFW, please and thank you!

[OMG this is... perfection 🥴 are you reading my thoughts?!?! cuz if this ain't me. keep those kaz requests coming because imma have a field day with this one. hope you enjoy!!]

SFW

The loving and affectionate part has this man completely dumbfounded. Not that you could tell from his facial expressions, but if you know Kazuya well enough you can tell when he's just like... Unable to compute. Mans is bluescreening right now.

At first he's not going to tell you how much he likes your hugs and kisses and every other show of affection. After all, it's not very becoming of a very serious CEO, master martial artist, devil man to show any sort of softness!

Until he realizes that he literally cannot help himself anyone and all that goes out the window. He knows that this is who you are and he loves it. At this point, if any of his G Corp goons so much as raise their head to look at you when you give him a bear hug he will Mishima god fist their heads in.

Also perhaps you don't realize the monster you've just created... Kazuya will now demand your affection by holding out his arms to you at every single opportunity. He will notice instantly when something's wrong because you haven't given him the proper amount of kisses yet (proper amount being "never enough.")

But in all seriousness, Kazuya really does appreciate how much you show that you love him, even if he doesn't say it out loud sometimes.

Growing up with the kind of father he did, it wasn't as if he was told "I love you" on a regular basis. And as much as he wouldn't have ever admitted before, it was something he knew that he always was missing.

You are simply a replacement for any sort of lost affection in the past, though. He adores and loves you as your own amazing person in the present that, frankly, he doesn't understand how he came to deserve.

spice under the cut~!

And I think it would be remiss to leave out the fact that your affection and proclivity for dominating also makes Kazuya's head spin. In a whole different delicious way...

Kazuya is definitely not used to being bossed around, and it makes him short circuit when you push him around and tell him what to do. It's almost like he's a deer in the headlights, though he goes along with exactly what you say.

I would go so far as to say that Kazuya has a degradation kink, though not a soul besides you will ever know about it. As someone with so much control in his life that he can make anything happen with a snap of his fingers while those around him praise his every choice, something in him clicks when you degrade him and throw him around like a rag doll.

When you're on top, he's in absolute bliss. He's so big but the fact that you can take him so easily and with the most devilish smirk on your face as you work him... He is seeing STARS.

Please leave marks all over him, he will be like putty in your hands. Kazuya lives for that little sting and the way you ease the pain with a kiss. And considering he always fights without his shirt, he is fully proud of all of those marks and makes no attempt to hide them.

You are also the only one who will ever get to hear Kazuya say "please." And if you play with him just right, he'll say it as many times as you want~

#tekken #tekken x y/n #tekken x you #tekken x reader #kazuya mishima #kazuya mishima x reader #kazuya mishima x you #kazuya mishima x y/n #kazuya Mishima smut #smuttyscribe

[mysterious-moonstruck-musings]

Damn y’all... 🤯

So, Destiny & Deliverance hit 91k words and 200 pages as of the end of chapter 19. That is officially longer than my Master’s program research paper, which I thought was a feat at the time I completed it.

I haven’t really given any attention to total word/page count until today. I’ve just been going with the flow. I’m kind of in shock and can’t believe I have written something that fucking long…and there is still more to go. 🥴

I wanted to post a quick thank you to everyone who has been following along on this little adventure with me and for all the kind words. It’s been fun and I’ve enjoyed chatting with all of you. I hope you stick around until the end and I don’t disappoint. 🥰

With that said, I did want to throw out the timeline going forward. I have officially caught up to myself. When I first started posting, I was several chapters ahead and posting twice a week. Now that I’m caught up, I will most likely be going to a once a week posting schedule.

I do plan to continue the chapter teasers if you all want them. I also have more ‘Today’s Musings’ posts planned. Especially as we dive deeper into Dieter’s mental health struggles.

As I have alluded to before, I am attempting to approach this story from a real world perspective based on things I have experienced and witnessed from friends, family, and my job. I will try to avoid being too technical on the topic. However, I do want to show what it’s like having someone in your life who is dealing with mental health problems and the struggles everyone involved faces. That is the direction we are currently heading. Just to confirm, there will be a happy ending. 😉

At this point, I have 25 chapters planned. However, that number may change. I’ve already had to shift some things back because the last couple of chapters got so long and I can’t judge things very well. I’m sure you all won’t complain if it ends up being more.

Anywho, next chapter is coming sometime later this week or start of next week just because this week has been wonky with my schedule due to the holiday. Happy Monday everyone! 💜

🌛Mysterious-Moonstruck-Musings

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#destiny & deliverance series #dieter bravo #dieter bravo fic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x oc #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro boys #pedro pascal character #dieter bravo fluff #pedropascal #dieter x ofc #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #dieter bravo x you

[evansbby]

I just woke up and realized that Your Dad Will Do by Katee Robert, a plot sprinkled smut romantique thingy that i practically devoured last night is Ari coded. In this essay i will…

Bestie she catches her fiancé cheating on her with his secretary and she decides to take revenge. How? By sleeping with her now ex but very hot, very taut, that might be into her too (or not 🤫), much MUCH older (he’s 47 and she’s like 26) father-in-law! The dynamic is daddy/baby girl cause calling it dom/sub doesn’t even begin to describe how glorious it was. They’re both so so oh so depraved. There is a hefty amount of pussy eating and what felt like endless fucking, delicious dirty talk, BUTT STUFF, filming and taking dirty DIRTY videos and so much sweetness and angst sometimes weaved into all of that in the perfect most seamless way.

I died a hundred times last night reading it cause this is the exact kind of daydreams i have and that freaked me out. Not to mention the smut is so good, my panties became unwearable which is a first for someone like me who reads a shittone of fanfic 🫠 but i guess it hit a nerve or like 3000 ones 😋

Anyway, im attempting to re-read today with Ari in mind cause i couldn’t for the life of me picture anyone last night that fit and Ari was like BORN to play this part 🥴 wish me luck bestie i may not survive this 🥵

Bestie thank you, because I literally downloaded the book and will be reading it tonight 🥹🥹 I’ll keep you posted on how I like it!!! you sold it veryyyy well bc it seems to be ticking all my kinks too based on everything you’ve said!!!!

And I will definitely be picturing Ari too hehehe

#rosecoloredboygirl

[mychemicalrachel]

tell me more about your vegetarian Ronan Lynch agenda

Aah, gladly! 🙏

Ronan grew up on a farm, he was raised in a barn surrounded by animals, some of which are probably older than he is, and with the kind of private life the Lynches lived, secluded and secretive, I have no doubt he was really really close with some of those animals. He loved them, he cared for them. Take a moment to imagine young Ronan hanging out in the fields with a bunch of cows, talking to them, telling them all the secrets he isn't allowed to tell anyone else, things he's too afraid to share with even his brothers. They're his pets, his friends.

I don't think it's ever specified what kind of farm Niall ran, but I think it's safe to assume that whether it was a cow from their own farm or a neighboring farm, there was at least one time in Ronan’s life that Niall brought home some "fresh beef." And Ronan cannot eat it. We all know how compassionate Ronan is, do you really think he would be able to eat something that had a face? A name??? And I think that slaughtering any of the animals Ronan personally knew would've absolutely destroyed him.

It's just that at first; the fresh beef. It feels different to eat store-bought prepackaged meat because it's not someone Ronan knew. But as he got older, he realized that it wasn't really all that different at all, that the meat he got at the store was once an animal and it was raised just to die and maybe someone like Ronan had really loved that animal, or even worse, maybe nobody had ever loved that animal.

And to also further my Niall Lynch is a bad father agenda, I think, in some ill willed attempt to get Ronan to understand the circle of life, he took young Ronan to a slaughterhouse. That was a mistake. Niall thought that having Ronan see the whole process through would help him come to terms with it; their job is to care for the animals and then the animals get to go on to fulfill their purpose and nourish some family. But that backfires when Ronan takes one look at the facility and breaks down. Niall has to literally drag him away because Ronan gets upset and tries to set some of the cows free (it does not work, cows are kinda slow so they don't get very far).

After that, Ronan swears off meat. I think the whole avocado on pizza thing started off as a misunderstanding. Gansey and Ronan had only just recently become friends, they're still figuring each other out, and Gansey wants to make a good impression, so when they to to Nino’s the first time, he wants to be considerate. He looks at the menu and thinks "what would my new vegetarian best friend like on pizza?" and this lovable dipshit decides of course Ronan would like avocado. Because avocado is good and it is not a meat and Gansey feels awful proud of himself for that suggestion. And Ronan, poor gay Ronan who has the biggest crush on Gansey and doesn't want to hurt his feelings, goes SURE 🥴 let's order avocado on my half of the pizza! And it just becomes tradition after that 😂

#ronan lynch #💕💕💕 #thanks for letting me ramble about vegetarian Ronan 🥰

[thereisnolumos]

What annoys me about jk Rowling and how she writes slytherin: I feel like she goes back and fourth making slytherin house outcasts in the school to extremely evil villians. But doesn't commit to either because she needs conflict and to keep readers guessing. I don't know maybe there's something wrong with me that while reading the series the first time I kept getting annoyed that a group of people around my age was always depicted as the villians and the jockey Gryffindor house always kept winning. Like to fully love the book you had to have this black and white thinking of Gryffindor good slytherin bad. And you can't think that maybe slytherin are the way they are do to deeper meanings but never explore those meanings or resolve the issues. Like the school literally encourages putting these houses against each other with a manipulative point system that really doesn't help learning. We are suppose think this one house in the school is evil. Yet we continue to let the house exist, and do nothing to fix the problems. Just continue the generational trauma. Because you know wizard British traditions.

So… I completely lost this in the depth of the ask box… awkward 🥴

JKR is a bad writer who wouldn’t notice subtext and complexity of they hit her right on the face (among her other sins, but that’s a can of rotten worms for the entirely separate post)

She writes “all Slytherins are evil and Gryffindor is the most desirable option” in the words of an 11yo who never came to be any kind of smart, and one would assume, that it would be a plot line throughout the whole series to prove him wrong, to show that no House is inherently good or bad, and no House os better or worse than the other. But than she keeps backpedaling on this very simple plot point, showing that nope, he was right, Slytherin=Bad, Gryffindor=Good. Even with the woke Snape ordeal that she presented as the epitome of a redemption arc (it wasn’t) and bravery (is bravery in the room with us?), even there she backpedaled on the absolutely real possibility of showing “HERE! A GOOD SLYTHERIN! LOOK”, by writing Dumbledore lamenting over “sorting students too early”, implying that once again, Slytherins just can’t be good, and if Snape is good he must’ve been sorted wrongly. LIKE COME ON!!!

She even made it a point to write that all Slytherins came to Voldemort after evacuating form Hogwarts, except for Draco, which 1)Narratively wrong, we know that at least Crabbe and Gould remained in Hogwarts with Draco, and 2)Makes zero fucking sense! Seriously, ALL of them? Every single one? Not all of them even had parents being Death Eaters, if she wanted to write the lamest “everyone chose the same thing their parents did” point. The only reason we ever thought she was a good writer is because we were little and had zero critical thinking and she managed to create an appealing story despite being shitty at writing

Every good thing about the HP series happened in canon DESPITE all of JKR’s intentions and I absolutely love this paradox. Every single nuance that we love now as adults, all of the gray areas and characters, every possibility to broaden the lore and universe that we live in fandom is there despite her every single attempt to smother them and make everything strictly black and white one-dimensional boredom. The whole fandom is still so alive because we divorced her and took full custody over a child 👌🏼

#anti jkr #anti rowling #harry potter #slytherin

[wayward-persephone]

I keep thinking of that little “WE GOT IT!” Jolly does and how cute he is.

I have this thought on my head where you go to pick up a friend who works for Jolly, and you don’t normally come to this area and you’re really uncomfortable and just kind of standing there awkwardly waiting on your friend while she’s in with a client.

And Jolly spots you there all out of place and nervous, and approaches you with his usual flirtations, asking what you’re looking for. And you’re just “nononono oh god sorry I’m not here for that, I’m just here for a friend” and he’s intrigued by that and coerces you to come in for a drink.

It’s been a rough work day, and if it’s free, why not? So you shrug like “my friend’s taking a while anyway, but I have to drive so not too much?” And he’s all “sure sure of course” but ends up giving you the strongest shit he has. So you’re sitting there beside him, dizzy and mumbling that you’re not feeling so well, while he just purrs and pulls you closer, telling you everything’s fine.

And your friend comes out and he shoos her away, offering to pay for a ride to take her home. While you’re groggily like “??? Waaaait I’m supposed to take her home…” But she leaves, looking over her shoulder at you with this kind of guilty expression, but what can she do? He’s her boss.

So you’re alone and Jolly starts necking you and nipping your shoulder while you drowsily protest, but man you feel out of it, what was in that drink? And he pulls you front-facing into his lap, where you feel he’s hard as hell under your hips.

And he just shushes you when you whimper and rocks against you, peeling your shirt down for access to your breasts, tonguing the skin while you kind of just lazily swat at him, missing with your slaps because you’re too out of it to even make an impact while he chuckles at your cute attempts to push him away.

Just…just a thought.

JUST a thought

Broski...you hit like 6 of my kinks in one message 🥴🥴

(and yes I absolutely loved his little "I got it!" He's too adorable I want to sit on his face 🥺)

First and foremost I have such a nipple kink that I never really get to indulge so I was blushing and melting reading this 🫠

Jolly (well any of his characters)+ non-con + breast play is my kryptonite

Then with him being all smooth and cunning and corrupting and then getting you hammered (maybe it's a special drink Jolly concocted himself to lure in pretty little things 👀)

I just....

I need a minute and I need his dick

#bruuuuuh #how dare you #💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mmmmmᎷм💯 👌👌 👌нo0оଠoooooоଠଠooooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 #i'm going feral #Jolly the Space Pimp #valerian and the city of a thousand planets #Jolly the Space Pimp headcanons #valerian and the city of a thousand planets headcanons #Ethan Hawke #Ethan Hawke x Reader #Ethan Hawke headcanons #persephone answers

[chicken-fifi]

Junho (2pm) Headcanon | He Has Amnesia

Pairing: Lee Junho x GF!Reader

Requested by anon: hello! can i request amnesiac!junho x gf!reader 2pm please? thank you

Genre: angst

Warning: as i was writing pregnancy decided to come into my mind to make this even more heartbreaking, sorry but this can always be ignored in an expansion, it was just a sudden thing as i was writing

A/n: ngl, you guys have been requesting some really sad content, or at least it feels that way while i'm writing everything. on a lighter note, i 100% thought this was a request with a sexual prompt for the october event at 12:57am on a tuesday (🥴). this is a kind reminder for everyone to get an acceptable amount of sleep and not deprive your body of proper rest. because if you do, you will think that completely innocent words are somehow pornographic or something like that. anyways, happy reading (i will be mentioning this at the beginning of the headcanons because i am not actually sure how many of you read the author's note but i find this too funny not to share).

Before I get into this, I need to tell you the brain fart that happened to me as I was preparing this headcanon

My brain, at 12:57am on a Tuesday was convinced that amensiac was some sort of sexual term and this was meant to be a request for the October event (ie. something sexual)

It was not

Google has to correct me

MOVING ON

How does dear Junho end up in this situation anyways?

Well...

I've decided that during a drama shoot, some part of the set falls apart

Maybe a beam or some sort of wooden design that is very heavy

It's falling with a trajectory straight towards one of the child actors on set

He's the closest and manages to push the child out of the way but the prop, beam, set thingy falls on him and knocks him unconscious

Why this?

Well, I played a game a lot time ago and this happened and it just popped into my head

Any who, his manager calls you immediately to let you know what just happened and you agree to meet up at the hospital

His family and some of the guys are also on their way after you and his manager began making calls to let people know before they found out through dispatch

You're first to arrive at the hospital but you can't get passed the front desk of the emergency room until his sister gets there and his manager comes to get both of you taking you to the room where your boyfriend his hooked up to all sorts of machines with bandages around his head

(i swear this is not a kdrama)

Eventually everyone who is able to get there arrives and is huddled in the hospital room attempting to comfort one another

At some you and his sister step outside to get away from it all for a few moments when his mother yelps out that he's awake

Rushing back in you immediately go to an empty space beside him asking him if he's alright, hand reaching out before he flinches away

"Who are you?"

You never thought your heart could shatter with only three words, but there you were frozen

And it wasn't just you, everyone was shocked

Moreso because Junho had been talking extensively about his future with you

So this was a shock

He loved you

And now he'd forgotten you?

"I'm your girlfriend?"

He still just stares at you in confusion before looking at his mother

"Can you ask this woman to leave?"

It was his tone that sucked the life out of the room completely

But you wasted no time in exiting the room heading to the end of the hallway and standing there in complete shock

Someone joins you eventually but you can't be bothered to process who it is as you stand there lost in your thoughts

Mainly because if he can't remember who you are

How is he going to be okay with the fact that you two live together

Even worse, the fact that you had just found out you were pregnant that morning with his baby

#kpop headcanons #2pm #2pm masterlist #2pm headcanons #2pm junho #2pm lee junho #junho #lee junho #junho headcanons #lee junho headcanons

[resident-rats]

20 Questions for Fic Authors

Thank you @silvercap for tagging me!!

1. How many works do you have?

18!!

2. What is your Ao3 word count?

176,463

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Basically just Resident Evil at the moment, the only other fandom I’ve written for is BBC Ghosts (quite a big contrast there lol)

4. What are your top 5 fics by Kudos?

• One Bed 284 (Serennedy)

• My Starling 273 (BBC Ghosts)

• What If? 240 (Serennedy)

• Hands-on Approach 231 (Chreon)

• A Much Needed Break 224 (Serennedy)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes!! Sometimes there’s a bit of a wait, but I try to respond to them all

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

I don’t think any have an angsty ending?? I definitely planned to have a few, but chickened out lolll. I’d like to write some with an angsty ending though, it’s something I enjoy reading in general

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

All of them probably hdhdhdh, usually my fics all end in similar ways 🥴

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not had any yet (touch wood)

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

Almost everything I’ve written contains smut loll. Usually it’s quite feelings oriented/first time sleeping together kinda smut? Though some of it is purely just horny self indulgence 🫡

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

Not written any crossovers!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

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

Nope

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

Uhhh, I don’t know if I have an all time favourite ship?? Usually I just latch onto a few ships in a fandom until I eventually bounce into different one. I mean Destiel will always have a place in my heart, purely bc it’s the first fandom related ship I properly got into??? And how feral I was over it in my early teens lol. But I’ve not read any spn fanfic or really interacted with the community in yearssss so 🤷🏻‍♂️ Right now though my favourite ship is probably Chreon or Metaltango??

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

Uhhhh I have Serennedy fic I started writing in May last year that I kinda gave up on lol. It was my very first attempt at writing an RE fic when I first got consumed with the rot™️ The plot was just Luis turning up at Leon’s door in the middle of the night bc people were after him

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I write emotions well?? I’ve also been told I describe stuff well!! Which is very kind. People have also said they like my characterisations!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I’m gonna try and not be too hard on myself lol. I think I reuse a lot of specific phrases and words? I also always tend to end fics in similar ways, which i’d quite like to break out of

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

Personally I think it’s quite a commitment if you don’t know the language well, because Google translate can only get you so far. But if you wanna do it then do it 🫡

19. First fandom you wrote for?

BBC Ghosts!! Though I’ve not actually finished the fic

20. Favourite fic you’ve written

Hands-on Approach or Dinner Can Wait, I think?? Maybe Knives Are Faster?? I tend to rank my favourite fics based on how I was doing when I wrote them lol, because I guess they’re kinda associated with whatever I was feeling at the time??

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[egg-emperor]

It's wierd trying to find through Tumblr search.

I saw a little bit, of mention in the posts about sage, and a little bit of ship.

But what do you think of The end?

The End is super hot literally just cus of the male voice and the degrading speech being my weakness and how purple is my fav color lol and funny to ship with Eggman like I do with all the eldritch horrors he's awakened and attempted to control XD

But I'm not really the biggest fan, not really sure how to feel. Can't say I was all too invested in Frontiers' overall plot both times I played. The way The End kept blowing up The Ancients' shit was kind of just funny to me, I had the wrong reaction abdjabfkajfgh It just feels kind of there to me I guess. The way they kinda built it up with strange flashbacks all that time just for most of the lore and whole deal with it was revealed during a long speech in a fight wasn't interesting to me.

I personally think the boss could've been a lot better too. I was very underwhelmed by it but I was especially negative the first time because my entire first gameplay experience was miserable because I was dooming and glooming thinking they ruined Eggman when they actually didn't I was so dumb haha :') But even the second time around I just felt like it needed more after all they seemed to be making it out to be. Controversial but I actually prefer all the Nega Wisp Armor reskins

All of that just didn't pique my interest and also the way it's just a big purple rock a kind of sexy one but alone makes it one of the lesser interesting villains in the series Imo. If they'd done more with it execution wise and really explored instead of it just being a disembodied voice and lasers from the sky for most of the game until it's just like hiiii :3 at the end (I know it's literally The End but still lol) just to shoot some more lasers and then get absolutely obliterated didn't really get me invested dhfjsbfksbfks

But ever since until I found out Mike did the male voice that I really didn't even hear the first time around because my TV was too quiet and then went back to listen properly and really focused on what was being said through that too with how degrading it was and asserting superiority in the way I like it got me like 😳😳😳😳🥴 and I haven't been normal about it since hehehe help me

I think the potential of what Eggman could've done with The End if he'd gotten it under his control is interesting though just like the Titans and not just for monsterfuckery I promise. I think the powers could've been utilized in fun ways and it's so unfortunate that he just sat stuck in Cyber Space wishing and not getting to do shit. I loved him saying he would've been able to handle it unlike those silly Ancients because he's built different and is a genius lol I believe him

The things they could've done together :') 🥚🟣

#don't say The End is hot for five seconds challenge epic fail #if Eggman being able to revive Sage meant he could also get access to the Ancients tech and database and Cyber Space #and be able to revive The End and maybe Titans to use as he intended would be great #the end #dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #sonic frontiers #asks #opinion