#....anyway i'mma try to write ;;;

[rebelcliche-archive2]

i say it every time, but i am going to write today. i'm going to respond to memes and drafts and get myself out of this rut i've been in. i'll be dividing my attention between here, my multi and my mike blogs!

bc i really do miss writing with y'all and i end up feeling bad bc i don't want anyone to think that i don't wanna write with them!

#i wanna write with everyone it's just between work; seasonal changes; & my fluctuating depression that i'm not rich enough to be medicated #for it makes being here hard. but i feel like if i throw myself into rp and give it a try and not think too much about dumb shit that i can #enjoy being here again. anyway yeah- i know y'all gotta be tired of all the ooc posts but i'mma try to post more actual rp content here i #promise! lmao. thanks for being patient with me! #💖 𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳 : * out of character .

[moumouton4]

Mirii~ hii heres plot for my new request m OMG I missed this AHHH jasbshsh

Anyway,

I want to see a jealous NSFW age-up Muichiro, as he would see the reader, training, a slayer whose intention is to actually flirt, and this goes unnoticed by the reader which makes Muichiro upset and very jealous.

~🧡

That Day He Got Jealous Of One Of Your Student || Muichiro Tokito x fem!reader

Part 1 : That Day He Got Jealous Of One Of Your Student

A/n : Guys ! I'm finally back ! I don't know for how long but I'll try my best to finish the rest of the requests y'all have sent me and maybe even write one of my own ideas lol ! Hope y'all enjoy this 🥪🍟

Part 2 : Have Your Learned Your Lesson ? ✨

A/n 2 : Muichiro is aged up like all the characters y'all read for and write for from other mangas such as Mha, Assassination Classroom, Gambling School, Tokyo Revengers... so if anyone comes here and complain bro I'mma take the first plane and find you because you've been warned 👀

Warnings : Muichiro is aged up ofc, jealousy, spanking, dom Muichiro, fingering, mention of boner, implicit mention of overtimulation, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1932

“Come on ! You can’t swing that blade even more smoothly than that !” you cheered your recruits. Seeing them struggling doing the most simple things made you nostalgic of the past, when you were in their boots, struggling to wave your katana to cut tree trunks and stone sharply, or when you set yourself on finding out what was your breathing style. A time when Tengen-sama took you as his apprentice ( yeah this is me being a simp ).

It is only your second year teaching the new slayers but you can clearly see that these ones are going to be a good ratio of fresh blood for the demon slayer corps. That’s why you decided to give them extra attention and extra advice. You didn’t shy away from joining them during the training, showing them the moves while being close to them so they would be able to understand the whole elegance of the movement. You weren’t the strongest but to them you were the best of all. They looked up at you as if you were Tomioka-san or Shinazugawa-sama, your second mentor ( I’m simping so hard right now ), but you were way more out-going than them and that’s why your recruits felt so comfortable around you.

Ryota ( I love this name so much ), was the most easy-going of all your students… and well for some reason the most caring of them all. In reality it wasn’t just some reason it was because he just found you so cool and so strong that he thought that maybe, just maybe he would have a chance with you. Leading him to be extra focused when you showed the different moves or extra caring - even though you didn’t need it - when the day was particularly hot or dry, always bringing you a little towel and a bottle of water.

No one seemed to be unbothered by this, no one because there wasn’t any apparent problem with having a recruit caring for you from time to time. Well no one except from a certain mist hashira, who was very displeased with the scene he encountered everyday. As his day of formation usually ends an hour before yours, because of the schedules given by your master.

Sitting on a nearby hill he used to sit there, waiting for you to finish your day, big mesmerized eyes following your every move with attention as he admired your strength and precision. It was a moment he has always loved, just lazying there on the grass, looking at the beautiful woman he shared a home with. The wind slowly making move the end of your skirt. But since you've been assigned this new recruiting vintage, these moments aren’t so pleasing and relaxing anymore.

He can feel his blood boil little by little each time Ryota gets close to you, even if he knows it’s just to help. “Doesn’t he see I’m here ?” and “I would be the first one to get down from here and help her if she really needed help” were the principal thoughts that crowded his mind. And he was right, each time Ryota showed care towards you, you didn’t really need his help,you've been through much worse than giving a lesson to your recruits during summer time. But each time you accepted because why not just be kind with another kind person.

Muichiro knew the help wasn’t needed and that’s one of the things that made his interrogations turn into jealousy. A jealousy that was manageable at first, well until the young Ryota’s infatuation started to show towards you. He played with his hair sometimes, puffed his chest out, and the worst for your boyfriend, blushed when you spoke to him. Clenching his fists as his keen eyes stayed on the young man who seemed to be more interested in you than by the lesson you were giving. Muichiro wasn’t one to be shaken by such strong and overwhelming emotions, but seeing the scene unfold he couldn't help but feel incredibly upset at the reaction stirred in the younger man.

“You’re doing really good guys” you cheered on your young recruits.

And if someone had told him he would be seeing so red today he wouldn’t have believed them.

“Wow Ryota, that was really smooth ! I’m impressed” Again seeing you praising your recruits for their good work didn’t bother him at all - you were just being supportive after all -, but when Ryota’s face tinted with a deep red hue and his voice started to waver Muichiro lost it. In a second he was on his feet, quickly walking down the hill towards you and your students. Of course you’ve seen him coming from afar, there was a sure shift in the air, though you put this on his sometimes moody personality, as he sometimes could be in an extremely bad mood for a trivial reason. But when you noticed that you weren’t the one at the end of the bee line he was making you tried to get between him and the one he was about to destroy, quite literally.

In a split second Muichiro was in front of Ryota - who was about the same size as him - seized him by the collar and almost spat in his face “Remember you're here to train, so stop wasting her time with your nonsense"

Ryota’s eyes were wide and his hands came to rest where the other man was holding him. He was genuinely scared and he looked at you in utter despair, his eyes pleading for your help. But you were already on it, your hand shot and grabbed Muichiro’s wrist “That’s my student you’re holding there Tokito-san. Let go of him now” your voice was calm but the energy dripping from it brought its share of chills.

Muichiro’s eyes unstuck from Ryota’s face and focused on yours, the anger in them was palpable. But the one in your eyes made him rethink his move, your eyes locked in a silent discussion and a second after he let go of him. He turned his back, his right hand clutching the hilt of his katana, as he made his way to his - your - living quarters. You quickly made sure Ryota was okay, albeit a bit shocked, telling him you were awfully sorry and that this would never happen again. The young man told you it just surprised him a little. You nodded at him before looking at your other students who were equally shocked, before dismissing them and binding them goodbye.

You then rushed towards where you saw Muichiro was storming off. You couldn't help but wonder what had rendered him to this state of susceptibility today, you also wanted to make clear that it wasn’t okay for him to torment your students. Upon entering the living areas of the domain you heard the shoji ( japanese door ) of a house slam, you were sure it was yours.

As expected, once you arrived in front of your home, you saw Muichiro’s sandals on the doorstep. You walked in your house and didn’t find him anywhere. Until you heard the sound of the kettle boiling in the kitchen. Here was Muichiro aggressively sipping on some tea, surely trying to calm down and get his thoughts together. You sat across the table, your eyes already on him. You waited for him to look at you before even starting to address him about what had happened earlier, but it seemed he wasn’t about to look you in the eyes.

You called his name once, twice before subtly raising your voice, your tone showing now your clear frustration “Muichiro I’m speaking here. You could at least look at me when I’m trying to understand why you brutalized one of my students” as he finally looked at you, your voice got softer “I had to cancel the end of the class. Tell me what got you like this”

Even if he was looking at you his mouth was still resting on the edge of the cup as he sipped. Seeing he wasn’t going to collaborate you stood up “Okay then I’ll go to Ryota’s and ask him his version if you can’t bother answering me”

But as soon as you got up you felt his hand gripping your wrist, your eyes shot to shit, who were already intensely staring “No you’re staying here with me” his eyes showed a longing that were reserved to a more advanced time in the day.

“Muichiro ?” you murmured, as if your body was able to recognise the cues of his own.

“Don’t make me repeat myself” he said lowly making another step towards you. At this point you were able to feel the heat emanating from his body “Besides you know exactly what happened” he said, as he genuinely thought you did.

You instinctively shook your head “I really don’t-” even he from this point he knew you didn’t but his blood had been boiling and now he needed to get it out of his system.

“Do you need me to spank you to remember ?”

You literally gasped at this, which only made the smirk that had settled on his face grow wider “Is that a yes ?”

“Muichiro listen to me-”

He tugged at your arm as he sat back on the chair where he was sipping on his tea. Pulling you so that your torso rests on his lap, pushing your skirt up. His hand came to rest on the swell of your ass before he spoke again “Each time you’re going to tell me how much you like it. Understood ?”

“Mui-” spank “Oh !” you cried out, clearly not thinking he was going to start with such force.

“What ?” he teased “Isn’t this smooth enough for you ?” you could clearly hear the smirk on his face, but you couldn't say this wasn’t turning you on. So with each strike on your bare flesh your moans turning more and more into whimpers. And of course you praised each one of his assaults on your soft skin, just like he had asked you.

After something like 5 min you started to feel him get hard under you, and you just knew that you weren’t much better in this case. As if he knew what you were thinking about, his hand passed under the lace of your panties and made its way to your inner thigh. He groaned “And you even seem to like that. You’re so wet” he mused as his fingers continued to smear your juices between your folds.

“You know it does-” spank you tried to speak up but he shut you up with another firm spank “If you speak it’s only to praise me” he warned.

Okay now it was clear he was being jealous. That made you internally chuckle, but the next spanks he delivered were enough to put you back to your whimpering and needy state. Of course you weren't going to let him get away with that after a public scene like that with him giving you an undeserved punishment. That’s why you sneaked your hand between his legs to tease him as he thought he was the only in power - truth be told he currently was. But you just knew that you didn’t need much more than that to make him weak in the knees and begging for you to touch him and make him cum. You were so getting back at him, he can’t even begin what’s coming to him. And something tells me he is going to beg for you to stop making him cum with what you have in mind.

#demon slayer #demon slayer imagine #demon slayer smut #demon slayer x reader #kimestu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba imagine #kimestu no yaiba smut #muichiro tokito #muichiro tokito imagine #muichiro tokito smut #muichiro tokito x reader #kny muichiro smut #kny muichiro #muichiro x reader #muichiro smut #request #smut #miri-writes

[neko-loogi]

Heeeyy, I'm back with a new Helluva Boss opinion post thingy

Okay so, the Mammon episode- it was alright I guess? Tbh it didn't strike me as super awesome or anything, it's just kinda there?

Anyway, let's talk about it a little bit!

So I wanted to start off with Mammon himself, I'm gonna be honest I don't hate him but I don't like him either. I'll admit I do actually like his voice, I'm sure y'all might find it annoying but I dunno, I like his accent and the way he talks is kinda funny. His design tho? Eh, it could use some work.

For instance, his eyes are weird, like every time he was on screen my first thought was always: "Wow, he looks like Robin from TTG". I also hate how he's shaped like your typical "fat" character from cartoons. But for some reason they decided to give him skinny arms but a round body. He's weirdly disproportionate, which is disappointing because they definitely could make a better plus sized character design. But oh well, knowing Viv, she wouldn't even try.

I will admit his true demon form is kinda cool, except that I actually thought he was going to be a caterpillar or something but he's a spider? I swear, Viv has some weird design choices.

Moving on, the episode was cluttered as hell. It had way too much stuff in it, which made the episode feel eternal. Not only that but the episode has 4 songs.. FOUR FUCKING SONGS- When will Viv realize that not every HB episode needs a song? Like is this shit an animated series or a fucking musical? Make up your mind Viv-

Anyway, I'm glad this episode focuses on Fizz, but his character did feel a bit off in certain scenes, but aside from that everything else was fine. (I found that scene of Fizz talking to the deaf imp child while using sign language to be very endearing).

Alright, I'mma point out a few other things real quick:

Ozzie's relationship with Fizz is absolutely adorable and I love them so much. However I don't understand why they portray their relationship as a bad thing? Like, fucking Queen Bee is dating Vortex (who's a hellhound, and they are a lower class than imps) and nobody says anything and she's a sin- so why can't Ozzie do the same??

I also happen to noticed that Fizz and Mammon's relationship is similar to Angel Dust and Valentino's- I just hope they don't completely butcher my boy Fizz, because he's the ONLY character I genuinely like from this god awful series.

Edit: I find it outrageous that Fizz apologized to Blitzo in the previous episode for the accident and claims that yes, he was affected by it but he's gotten over it. Yet here, he's super insecure about it and seeks approval from Mammon. It doesn't make sense- I swear it's like the characters are evolving backwards (as in the character development just resets and they act like nothing happened).

I also just wanted to say that this character made me feel super uncomfortable throughout the episode (which I guess is the point, but honestly they didn't need to add him.) Like, was it really necessary to include this Reddit mod, Discord user incel with an obsessive personality to the episode? He doesn't really contribute much other than to probably trigger people who have dealt with some form of harassment like this, and to make Fizz look super helpless so that Blitzo can defend him.

Blitzo didn't contribute anything to the episode, they didn't need to add him either. Like we get it he's the main character but that doesn't mean he has to be in every fucking episode doing absolutely nothing other than saying a bunch of curse words or shooting someone.

In conclusion, I didn't like this episode that much. I was expecting more to be completely honest.

Sorry if this post was a little long- I wanted to write more stuff but I don't want to burden y'all with reading a lot of shit lmao. Anyway, that's all, love ya <3

#anti helluva boss #anti vivziepop #helluva boss critique #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop critique #spindlehorse criticism #spindlehorse critical #/// #by neko loogi #do not repost #neko loogi rambles 😬 #neko loogi rants😔

[peaceteaa11]

Ladylike

Part One of Ladylike

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Rating: clean, mentions of sex but not actual doing of the devil tango

Warnings: Mentions of sex, drinking, pining, one night stands. A touch of annoyed Eddie but also not really. Lots of fluff. Mutual pining.

Summary: Reader and Eddie hook up and the reader is really embarrassed the next morning because she thinks that Eddie will think less of her. But she actually has had a crush on him for years.

A/N: Okay. I know I said another part of Love Luna would be coming next but uh... I lied. Hehe. Sorry. It will be coming soon I promise but I have been packing for college and i actually leave in like two days to start driving to college sooooo finishing up a oneshot was easier. Hope you understand! Also My Rockstar will be coming up once I am back in college so in like a week another part should be out. But I also got more ideas for storylines while they are on tour so the story will probably continue for more than one more part. If you don't like that you can stop after the next part but I'mma keep writing it cause I love that story. Anyways, here is my Eddie Munson Masterlist! Enjoy the story my friends. I only proof read once. Good luck.

Word Count: 3.3k

Communication is sexy so... tell that special someone you would like to bite them in a loving way every chance you get xxx or do whatever this is... that might work to just make sure you wrap it before you tap it, folks.

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Soft groaning and sunlight being filtered through plastic shades pulls you from your sleep. You open your eyes and look around to find you’re not in your room. Your eyes widen as the memories of the night before comes rushing back to you. The party, the drinking, seeing your crush, making a move, failing at said move, puking, him taking you home (trying to at least, he couldn’t get you to remember your address), him sobering you up in his trailer, laughter, then more drinking, sleep away camp, laughter… again, clothes… then no clothes, kisses, wonderful kisses, sex, more sex, sex again, and then… sleep. You quickly look next to you to find your crush of five years sound asleep next to you.

Fuck Fuck Fuck. You look around his room as memories swirl through your head. This is not how you wanted this to happen. You’ve liked Eddie Munson for years. YEARS. But this. A one night stand is not what you wanted from him. You wanted everything. Dates, jokes, laughter, kisses, cuddles, marriage, kids even, everything. Now what is he going to think of you? You sit up and push your hand through your hair nervously. Eddie shifts next to you, groaning sleepily as his arms wrap around your waist.

“Stop moving.” He grumbles. Your heart nearly explodes. His voice is deep and sleepy as he pulls himself closer to your side. “Go back to sleep. It’s so early.” He huffs. Not knowing exactly what to do you lay back down. Staring up at the ceiling stiff with nerves. Eddie pulls you into his chest causing you to turn onto your side. You can’t help but blush so fiercely you pray his eyes never open. Then again… Eddie’s eyes were your favorite feature of his. As your chest presses against his you remember you’re both very naked. He hums in content but your eyes widen in embarrassment. Sure. You guys had sex but… this was different. Besides. You were basically in love with Eddie and now that you had all your wits about you this was like a twisted dream come true.

You stare into his neck and chin with a hot blush creeping all over your body. God. What is he going to think of you? That you’re just some whore who sleeps with everyone? You weren’t like that. You only slept with him because you’re in love with him and have been for years. That and alcohol makes it hard for you to continue to lie to yourself about your feelings for him. You shift a bit in his grasp and stare up at his sleeping face. His lashes relaxed against his cheeks. His lips pulled into a sleepy smile. You can feel your heartbeat racing beneath your chest. He’s so goddamn pretty.

“Staring is rude.” You jump at his voice and he chuckles through a soft yawn. His eyes slowly blink open and he smiles down at you. Pulling you flush against him. Your cheeks burn and he laughs again. “You’re easily flustered. It’s cute.” He hums staring at you kindly but this only causes you to blush more if that’s even possible.

“Hi…” you whisper causing Eddie to grin brightly.

“Hi.” He shifts his head down toward yours. “So. Last night was interesting.” He sighs. Suddenly, all the warmth fades from you as nerves settle back in. Oh god. He’s going to think you’re nothing but a common whore. This is mortifying.

“Uh… yea…” you whisper softly looking down to his chest, still pressed to yours.

“Look… if you’re embarrassed there’s no need to be. No one is gonna find out. I’m not gonna tell anyone. And even if I did. It’s not as if they would actually believe that y/n y/l/n would actually fuck the town freak.” His voice is soft and kind yet so serious. You quickly look up to him and shake your head. Your hair tangling and twisting against the pillows.

“No no. That’s… that’s not it.” You whisper softly and Eddie sighs.

“Sure it isn’t.” He chuckles but this is harsher than his sleepy chuckles from before. God. This is not going how you want it to at all. “I’m gonna go shower. Your clothes are all folded over there.” Eddie releases you from his grip and you instantly miss his warmth. He stands up from the bed and you blush deeply as you try not to stare at his ass. “Look. I’m not gonna tell anyone. And it’s still pretty early so no one is gonna see you.” He glances over his shoulder and he grabs a towel from the corner of his somewhat messy room. Okay… it’s quite messy. Not that you really care. “No one has to know that little miss perfect likes a freak in the bed.” He winks but it’s not sweet or cheeky. It’s… you’re not quite sure what it is but it’s not Eddie. “See ya in chem.” He huff before leaving his room, closing the door behind him. You quickly sit up and question if you should go after him. Just spill your guts. Tell him the only reason you left with him is because you happen to be in love with him and when you are drunk you cannot hide your feelings… or apparently your sexual attractions.

You hear a shower squeak to life as you climb out of his warm bed. You walk over to your clothes and groan. You forgot that you wore that stupid dress. Tight and if you were honest, the ugliest shade of pink you’ve ever seen in your life. God. You would rather walk around naked than put that think back on. You slip into your underwear and then glacé around Eddie’s for for something to borrow. You quickly pick up a black tee off the floor and turn it right side out. You look at it and memories flash through your head.

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“I like your shirt…” you whispered softly catching Eddie’s attention. He turned to you confused after looking around.

“You like Dio?” He smiled softly at you. You nodded with a bright smile trying to hide the blush that was creeping onto your cheek.

“Yea. My dad and I listen to him all the time. What’s your favorite song?” You whispered as you stared up at a shocked Eddie Munson.

“Well…”

“Eddie Munson! Stop distracting my other students. Focus on your work.” Your teacher huffed making you both jump a bit.

“Oh. Yes. I would hate to distract miss y/l/n from the important topic of… sorry what exactly are we learning this week?” Eddie chuckled as he smirked at the teacher. You try to stifle a giggle but do a very poor job.

“See me after class.”

“Ooo. That’s a bit forward don’t cha think?” He winked as he leaned forward onto his elbows.

“Mr. Munson!”

“Hey now. I’m not the one flirting with students.” Eddie shrugged before looking to you with a cheeky grin.

“That’s it. Go to the office. Now.”

“As you wish, my love.” Eddie chuckled as he gathered his things. His things consisted of a pencil and a sketch book but still. As he was leaving the desk he smiled at you. “Gypsy. That’s definitely my favorite. I’ll see ya in Mr. Marley’s class if I’m set free from my prison sentence in time.”

“Mr. Munson move along.”

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The memory itself makes you blush so deeply it’s embarrassing even though no one is around to see it. You slip into the familiar shirt and look around for a pair of pants but all you can see scattered around are black jeans. You frown and quickly grab a pair of boxers that are hanging half out of an open drawer of the dresser that your clothes sit on. You slide them on over your panties and sigh looking around. Your eyes land on a guitar displayed on the wall. You softly shuffle over to it and smile. You had seen him play it once or twice at the hideout when you had snuck away from friends just to go watch Eddie’s band play. Always hiding in the back of the bar. Hidden in the shadows, terrified he might see you. He never did. He was always too wrapped up in his music. It was beautiful really.

You glance down below the guitar at a worn table that holds an even more worn box with records inside. Tons. And tons. Of records. You let your fingers slide over the soft and frayed tops the record sleeves. You dip your finger between two fingers them and pull out a random record. Metallica’s new album. You smile. Your dad had just brought this last week. It had been playing in his house ever since he brought it home last Tuesday. God. You loved time at your dads. Your moms was a nightmare, she’s the reason you have that pink monstrosity that sits on Eddie’s dresser. It’s not that you don’t like pink either… it’s just ugly. You are about to pull the record from its sleeve when Eddie’s bedroom door opens.

You whip around, record still in hand, and your eyes fall onto a very wet Eddie. His hair dripping down his chest, water gliding down his skin to the towel wrapped loosely around his waist. His eyes widen when they land on you wrapped in his clothes.

“You’re still here…” he whispers softly somewhere between a question and statement.

“Oh. Uh was I supposed to be gone?” You smile softly confused about what to do and where to look. You look down to the record in an attempt to not stare at naked Eddie. You hear rustling, the door shuts, clothing rustles, and then you feel water droplets land on your arm. You look up to find Eddie in black ripped jeans, boxers sticking out of the top, and he is roughly rubbing the towel against his wet hair. “Woah! Stop stop!” You giggle as water flies everywhere. He looks to you mid drying session. Confusion all over his face. You giggle a bit and quickly set the record on his bed. “That’s not how you’re supposed to fry your hair Eddie.” You shake your head as you make your way over to him.

“Pardon?” He chuckles as you grab the towel from him.

“You’re supposed to scrunch it. Especially with curls like yours. Not just rustle it about.” You demonstrate with a small section of his hair that frames his face. You scrunch the towel around his hair and up towards his scalp. “See. Like that.” You smile handing the towel back to him only then realizing that he is staring down at you intensely. You blush and step back from him.

“You’re in my clothes.” His voice is low and it’s hard to tell how he is feeling from the tone. You look at him and quickly feel your body go numb.

“S-sorry. It’s just. That dress is really uncomfortable. I can… I can give them back at school or I can come by tomorrow and drop them off. I just. I hate that dress.” You mumble through your words and Eddie chuckles.

“S’okay. Don’t get all flustered. I’m not mad. Just making statements.” He smiles at you as he crosses his arms over his chest. "So... do you like need a ride home? Is that why you're still here?" He huffs a bit causing his wet bangs to wiggle just slightly. He stares over at you with such intensity it is hard to tell whether or not he is annoyed with you or simply observing you.

"I... no. I can find a way home... I just... I... I'm sorry." You stutter feeling tears beginning to form in your eyes. This is not how you wanted things to go between the two of you. This is not how you wanted him to see you. This is not how you wanted to think of you. "I'm sorry." You sniffle a bit and push your hair from your face. "I'm so embarrassed. I'm so sorry." The dam breaks and tears start to trickle down your cheeks. You hiccup a bit and You hear Eddie shuffle closer.

"W-why... why are you embarrassed, y/n?" You feel Eddie's palm on your shoulder and you look up to meet his gaze. "I... I promise. I'm not gonna tell anyone.. I'm not that type of guy." He frowns deeply and you shake your head violently.

"No! No!" You sob and roughly rub your fists against your eyes, angry at yourself for a whole array of things. Sleeping with Eddie on a drunken whim rather than a romantic setting like you had always pictured, crying in front of your crush, waiting all these years to work up the courage to actually talk to him, and so much... so much more. "No... not about that. I-I I'm just... I'm embarrassed that..." You take in a deep shaky breath and step back from Eddie trying to get the courage to tell him. "This is not how I wanted this-this to h-happen." You blush as tears streak down your face. You look up into Eddie's eyes and he squints down at you.

"Wanted what to happen?" He hums curiously. You shake your head and shrug.

"I-I... I like you, Eddie Munson. I have for some time now." You whisper looking down at your feet. His silence makes your stomach twist with nerves. You look up from your feet to find Eddie staring at you with suspicion.

"You... um, I'm confused." He laughs a bit until his face falls into a frown. "Look, if this was a dare of some sort that's fine. I get it but don't you think sleeping with me is enough. You don't have to lie about-"

"What are you talking about?" You sob shaking your head in confusion and frustration. Why won't he believe you?

"Y/n..." He steps closer to you and stares down at you in confusion. "You actually... you actually, have feelings f-for me?" His brows knit together as he scans your face for any sign of trickery or jokes. You stare up at him through teary eyes and nod slowly.

"Y-yes." You shake your head and look down to your feet. "God. This is mortifying." You mumble through a shy laugh and Eddie chuckles gently. You snap your attention back to him and he smiles down at you.

"Why are you mortified?" He chuckles as he pushes a piece of your hair behind your ear gently. A quick flash of last night flies through your mind. Eddie holding you close in his living room, smiling as he tucks your hair behind your ear, a lot like how he just did. His lips drifting down to your neck. You blush as you remember the feeling.

"A thousand reasons." You mumble trying to push the idea of Eddie's lips far from your mind as a deep red blush covers your cheeks. Eddie smirks down at you teasingly.

"Well, name a few, milady." He hums. God he is so charming it hurts. It's cruel how flustered his smile can make you.

"I-I... well, it's not everyday that you wake up in your crush of five years' bed." You push a humorless laugh from your lips as you stare up at him. "Especially not naked... Gosh... you must think I'm such a slut." You shake your head and look down to your feet but only for a split second before Eddie's hands are cupping your face. He gazes seriously into your wide eyes.

"Don't say that. You're not a slut, y/n. Don't ever say that." His eyes flicker between yours waiting for you to respond. You nod cautiously, but really, the only thing your mind can focus on are his warm palms cupping your wet cheeks.

"I... I just don't want you to think I sleep with everyone I-"

"Shut up, love." Eddie chuckles and presses his forehead to yours. "I could never think that about you. Promise." He whispers sweetly. "Even if some of the things you did to me last night weren't so..." Eddie pauses a moment as he searches for the correct word. He smirks down at you as he tilts his head, raising his brows teasingly, "ladylike." He smirks at you and you shove his chest. He stumbles back a bit but his hands catch your hips. He pulls himself back to you and chuckles loudly. "I'm just playing with you, your majesty." He smiles sweetly at you. You shake your head as you wipe tears from your face before looking back into Eddie's eyes. You blush deeply when he grins softly. Damn that smile.

"I like you too, by the way." Eddie chuckles casually. Your whole body tenses. There is no way he just said that.

"You what?" You search his eyes for some sign of a cruel joke even though you know Eddie would never do such a thing.

"Don't act so surprised. Haven't you noticed me staring... like... all the time." His brows knit together and his hands fall to your hips once again. He pulls you against him. You try to search all your memories for times where you have caught Eddie staring at you but you only come up with times he has caught you staring at him. You blush embarrassed by the mere thought of it. "Besides," His voice pulls your from your thoughts, "You think I just sleep with every girl I can?" He smirks at you causing your stomach to knot with tension.

"Well, I don't know... I mean-"

"Woah, woah. Do you think I'm some kind of man whore?" He stumbles back from you dramatically. His hand making a fist and he plunges an invisible dagger into it heart. "You wound me, milady." He pouts at you theatrically. You giggle and shake your head.

"No. No. I just... I figured that... you're very attractive so plenty of girls would want to-" Your voice trails off when your eyes meet his big brown doe eyes. He smirks.

"Town freak. Remember?" He gestures to himself and puts his hands on his hips.

"Don't say that. You're not a freak, Eddie." You watch as his eyes soften and his cheeky persona falls away. He stares at you with nothing but adoration. He smiles and you can swear you see a light shade of pink dust his cheeks.

"Mmm. So I can be a whore but not a freak." He chuckles looking down at his feet obviously trying to hide his blush.

"I never said you were a whore, Eddie." You giggle and he scoffs playfully.

"Do you not remember two minutes ago? You wounded me deeply." He pouts and you tilt your head amused by his theatrics, like you always have been.

"Oh, you poor thing. I never meant to wound you." You smirk, a thick layer of taunting covers your tongue. You take a step closer to Eddie and you can tell he is just a nervous as you are by this move.

"W-well... I have a few ideas of how you could make it up to me." He grins widely and quickly makes his way to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "None of them are very..." He dips his head into your neck, his lips grazing your skin. "Uh... well, none are really-"

"Ladylike?" You question knowingly causing Eddie to pull back and meet your gaze.

"Mhm." He nods with a soft smile on his lips as his eyes drift all along your face. Stopping at your lips.

"Well, that's okay. I was never much of a lady anyways." You giggle and his eyes light up.

"Of course not. What kind of lady falls for the whorish freak?" He teases before pulling you into him and crashing his lips against yours.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──────

Okey dokey. That do be it for this one. Let me know if you want a part two of this one... it would be mainly, uh, spice. Wink wink, nudge nudge.

Taglist - @iwillbiteabitch @and-claudia @ruinedbythehobbit @luvmybbies @wannabeyousobad @llodinsonll @tlclick73 @i-love-ptv

I would also like to give a super special thanks to these two ethereal babes right here. @iwillbiteabitch @i-love-ptv The support and encouragement you two give me is literally so amazing like, it makes me want to never stop writing for you two goblins.

Peace and Love, Babes xxx

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[nell0-0]

Just realizing I don't know how to write a fight scene in fic format. Comic? Kinda. Fanfic? Oof. It's gonna be so bad but I'mma write it anyways (or at least try)

#talk tag #any tips would be appreciated #but feel free to ignore this

[escapetheshark]

Drunken Daze (part 1)

Bang Chan x reader smut MDNI 🔞

Part 1 | Part 2 | to be continued

I saw this prompt somewhere and the little cricket in my brain got excited. I'm not sure if I should like, actually write the actual smut? Sound off in the comments, besties? Yeah-

Anyway, you and your bestie Chris get munted and you confess you've never had an orgasm from sex with a man and he gets rightfully miffed and decides to take matters into his own hands (hehe I'm the queen of puns). Anyway, this is just the setup, Idk if anyone wants to read the actual smut bc I'm not sure I'm good at that bit. Well, I'mma shut up now, pls enjoy?

The room spun around as you stumbled your way to the sofa, spilling the contents of your glass in the process and laughing at your own clumsiness. No effort was made to clean up the mess and, instead, you simply brought the cup to your lips in hopes that some of the drink would have survived the ordeal.

"Felix is gonna kill you," he said in between heartfelt giggles, struggling to sit up straight for a minute until he just gave up and slouched.

"Not if I kill him first," you retaliated, as menacingly as you could muster in your current drunken state. "He's probably getting some pussy right now, he doesn't give a fuck."

"Wish that was me," he commented, half-jokingly. You laughed, but you could feel heat pooling in all those places you wished were being touched. "It's been a long ass time."

His confession came as a bit of a shock. Sure, he was short as fuck, slightly awkward, and had the weirdest sense of humour that not everyone could handle but, if one could look past those character flaws, your friend Chris was a heck of a catch: cute face but not so handsome it's intimidating, nice veiny hands, a six-pack and, to top it all off, a nice round booty. Not to mention the dimples when he smiled, his warm brown eyes, the way his voice went up an octave when he was excited, how he curled up in his sleep like a silly little cat and -

"Yeah, same," you simply replied, unsure of how long it had been since he spoke, your mind racing more than usual - perhaps it was the alcohol or the fact that you suddenly became aware that Chris was wearing the perfume you had gifted him for his birthday a while back, something musky and sensual with a hint of sweetness, just like the man himself. "And it's not like I've been having any good action, either."

You were ready to lay the subject to rest and suggest watching some dumbass show, like The Tiger King or something equally outrageous but your last confession seemed to hit your best friend like a brick to the face.

"You're saying your ex never made you come?"

You were glad he couldn't see your face because you could swear it had turned as red as a fire engine. "N-no," you stuttered, hyper-aware of your existence all of a sudden. "Nobody has, ok? It's not that uncommon-"

"It's a fucking tragedy, is what is it," Chris protested, sounding like an activist fighting for equal rights. Which, in a way, he kind of was - fight for your right to orgasm, which was actually pretty valid. "Men are a nightmare!"

The way his voice swelled up with passion was funny, you couldn't deny, plus he sounded genuinely appaled. You simply nodded in agreement, as if he could see it, and looked around for the bottle of rum. However, when you tried to get up to fetch it, your knees immediately gave up on you, much to Chris's amusement.

"I bet I could make you come," he said matter-of-factly and you froze in your tracks, unsure if you were hallucinating, checking your glass for some weird powders or something. "It can't be that hard, those dudes are just idiots."

You gave up on trying to climb back onto the sofa and just decided to lie down on the floor, eyes fixed on the ceiling, doing your best to ignore Chris's musings. He was probably just speaking out of his ass, plus you were both pretty intoxicated.

"I bet they didn't even kiss you properly," he continued, and you wished he'd shut the fuck up, because his words were genuinely destroying you a little. "Probably didn't even tell you you're beautiful and that your hair smells nice."

"Chris, shut up," you spat, no longer amused. "Why are you torturing me like this?"

"What do you mean," he asked earnestly. Standing up felt like quite the workout but you felt you had to do it in order to look him in the eye for once. He looked confused and awfully drunk, as expected, his brown eyes open as wide as physically possible, his lips slightly parted.

"I've been trying not to fall for you, you're making it damn hard," you confessed with a deep sigh, bottom lip quivering, tears forming in your eyes.

Instead of replying, his eyes lingered on yours for a painful while, before he got up and stumbled his way into the hallway. You wanted to cry, really cry and possibly sob even. Not only because you were horrendously unsure of what had just happened, but mostly because you were supposed to share his double bed with him and that would feel super awkward after your stupid confession, so you'd just have to drag your ass to his roomate Felix's bed and hope the blonde didn't randomly show up at 4AM high off his rockers, he was cool and all but you didn't know each other like that.

You blacked out, you sure did. Your back sore from napping on the cold hard floor, head still spinning but not as bad as before, stomach growling and your mouth feeling drier than a convenience store sandwich. Rubbing your eyes, you made your way to his kitchen, wondering if Felix was back already because sleeping on the floor or on that busted-ass IKEA sofa seemed like your worst nightmare.

"Come to bed, you silly goose," his voice startled you out of your skin and you nearly screamed.

"Fucking hell, Chris-"

Trying to brush him off, you took a pint glass from his cupboard and filled it with tap water which you proceeded to down before shamelessly stealing a pack of Tim Tams from his side of the pantry - you hoped it was his side, at least.

"Are you still drunk," you raised an eyebrow, finally capable of looking him in the eye for a bit before embarrassment settled in once more.

"I mean, a little, but I want you in my bed," he shrugged and had the audacity to give you his world-famous puppy eyes. Now you had to do whatever he said. Those sad little stupid eyes could convince you to commit murder, legit. "I prommy I won't do anything."

"What the fuck does that mean, Christopher?"

"I meant everything I said, but I wish I had said it in a less cocky, sober-er? More sober? Yeah… way. I guess."

You had to stop chewing on your Tim Tam to fully process what the fuck was happening in that godforsaken kitchen at ungodly hours of the night. "Listen, let's just get some sleep and-"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Chris, you're not thinking straight-"

But before you could finish your sentence, his lips were on yours and you had to swallow the damn biscuit -cookie?- quickly before giving up your dignity to kiss him back, immediately moaning into his plush lips and feeling like an absolute fucking tosser. You started to wonder if you were dreaming or hallucinating, especially when his hand cupped your chin like in some fucking Keira Knightley movie. He seemed deadset on getting another moan out of you because his other hand immediately roamed inside your shirt, his fingertips very gently grazing up and down your side, that particular super-sensitive spot he had once accidentally found when he tried to tickle you.

"F-fuck-" You couldn't believe how easy you were being and how shitty you'd feel the following day once the hungover had fully run its course and your brain was running optimally once more. "I love you-"

I done fucked up, you thought to yourself when his lips abruptly left yours.

"I'm gonna make you come so hard you'll be forced to say that again."

Without another word, he took your hand and guided you to his bedroom. You'd been there a thousand times, you'd slept on his bed next to him, you'd spent countless hours playing League of Legends with him in there yet, for some reason, it felt unrecognisable this time. Even though you had sobered up, you somehow still felt horrendously drunk, maybe drunk on him and his stupid sexy perfume - that you blamed yourself for - and his stupid curly hair and his dumbass muscular arms and…

"Say my name, baby," he cooed, voice gentle but deeper than usual, a hint of darkness in his throat.

"C-Chris. Christopher-"

He chuckled, blushing as if he felt a little embarrassed by his own desire to dirty talk you.

"You'll be moaning a lot more in a moment."

#bang chan x reader #bang chan #bang chan smut #skz smut #skz imagine

[circeyoru]

*The same anon who requested Collection of Overlords

BELIEVE ME YOU DONT WANNA KNOW WHY IM ANONYMOUS

The reason why thAt idea was so long was because because I kept thinking about reader owning Alastor's soul but then I also thought what if reader owned all overlord's souls and I went to Character Ai to try to do it and I had new ideas and.. LOOK WHERE IT TOOK MEE AAA

Anyway IM HEAD OVER HEELS FOR YOUR WRITING I LOVED IT SM 😞 feed us more pls huehehehe

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This is for {Collection of Overlords}.

I swear, this is the embodiment of "why not all". An upgrade of "both is good".

If you wrote that long of a request, I bet you can write fanfic, too!! Give it a try!!!

THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY WRITING TOO!!!! I'mma feed you guys with part 2, in the works~

(Seriously, first {Unwanted Soul}, now this. You guys are crazy)

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[altraviolet]

so im neck deep in reading echo garden - hi, hope ur doing well, holy hell what is this beautiful piece of writing and worldbuilding omg? i originally wanted to ask you something like; 'what's your inspiration for your worldbuilding, what ideas did you come up with, pull/build from etc'

..but instead i wanna try and ask you a different question/for advice, if that's okay? (your writing went and gave me a mild crisis, congrats you've reached peak 'make-ppl-feel-things-thru-writing' skillz. :}) how do you even 'do' worldbuilding? because i'm doubting myself, reading your story lol. i know the whole.. 'we get inspiration from literally everything around us', 'there's no such thing as a truly original idea' etc,

but i'm just now breaking free of the thought that i have to.. produce something big and unique and grandiose? (for others? it's a weird attention-y 'ey look what i made' thing.) like, honestly, i fell in love with your worldbuilding but feel.. envious? like, 'oh, damn, i wish i was this good.' which, yeah, I KNOW is silly.

I don't know.. how to worldbuild/craft (whatever term) something that feels like mine? I keep comparing to others, and keep feeling like whatever bits and pieces come to me isn't good enough. Isn't unique/cool/giant/'oh-so-new-&-different' enough. like I have to somehow reach that impossible 'true original idea', without using any inspiration at all (otherwise it's not 'mine') - when everything's already been thought of before by countless people.

I'm sitting here in a really weird, silly, downright stupid at this point, circular loop and I don't know how to get out of it. I think not understanding what worldbuilding is, or how it works or even how having ideas works, might be why I've screwed myself here? And the internet's weird.. impossible standard for idea-having.

I have tiny pieces, the barest little foundations, I just don't know how to grow them into.. something, anything. (is maybe the thought that I ought to grow them in the first place one of the reasons I'm having trouble? and it's.. okay to not? that just because they're tiny, or simple, or mundane, doesn't mean they're worth less than 'bigger & better' chunks of ideas/worldbuilding?)

Hi! I'm doing okay, thanks. Vacation could be structured more to my liking, but family & obligation something something.

Anyway. Thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying Echo Garden. Especially the worldbuilding, which is one of my favorite things to do. It seems like you're feeling a lot of mixed and heavy things about it. I don't know if I'm any authority to help you with that, but I'll give it a shot. Let's go through what you've sent me, albeit out of order. I'mma put this behind a cut, because it got very long.

>what is this beautiful piece of writing and worldbuilding omg? Thank you! I appreciate that. Here I would like to stress that this writing has taken me almost 4 years and hundreds and hundreds of hours, and hundreds of thousands of words to accomplish. If you think it is beautiful, I am happy to hear that! I will be honest: I am very proud of what I've done. But what I'm stressing here is that it was not effortless. It is beautiful, but it has taken a lot of work.

>i fell in love with your worldbuilding but feel.. envious? like, 'oh, damn, i wish i was this good.' which, yeah, I KNOW is silly. No, that's not silly. That's legit. Envy or jealousy are totally normal things to feel in any given situation. If the situations were reversed, I'd feel the same way. When I see people who have things or skills I wish I had, I feel it. This might be a good time to drop a little story about when I first thought about writing TF fic. Please do me a favor and go read this ask, you can skip down to the bold words that say NOTE THE WARNINGS AND TAGS BEFORE READING. Here I talk about how I didn't write for a year because I read a fic so good I knew I could never be that good.

tl;dr and/or moral: it's ok and natural to feel envious. Don't let it stop you from writing, though. If I had let TGWP stop me from writing, you'd never have Echo Garden. That'd be a shame, I think. I'm glad I decided to try writing, even though I knew I couldn't do something as good as what I admired. I did something else.

>how do you even 'do' worldbuilding? because i'm doubting myself, reading your story lol. i know the whole.. 'we get inspiration from literally everything around us', 'there's no such thing as a truly original idea' etc, I'll come back to your first question eventually, but I wanna address the latter statements: "We get inspiration from everything around us," yes, this is true. Being a sponge, being observant of the world, will help you build a 'library' of ideas. Artists have a term for this that escapes me at the moment, but the idea is, if an artist draws 1000 trees, and within those, 50 different kinds of trees, they now have an excellent mental tree 'library' to reference when they need to draw a tree. And since it's super easy to find irl references of trees, one might ask, what's the use of the mental library? It gives the artist the basics and a ton of variations on The Concept of a Tree. In a similar way, observing the world, reading stories, listening to music, absorbing creative works, etc will also add to your mental library. You can call on these things when worldbuilding later. Quick example: if you know the ins and outs of a hospital, because you're a nurse, you'll have a fantastic basis for a realistically operating sci fi hospital on another world. Take a concept relating to the hospital, as we know it on Earth, and change it. What if patients can regrow internal organs but not limbs? See what that does to the organization of the hospital. The staff, the pharmacy, the stock, the medical supplies. What changes? Organ donors aren't needed anymore. Would this mean an actual reduction in the species's understanding of how those organs work? An irl nurse won't have to do a ton of research to get the basics which are drawn upon to answer those questions.

This line of questioning took me to something I want to expand upon later, but for now: What kind of cultural issues could arise from this species's healing ability? Is someone who was forced to grow a new liver due to an accident "less than" someone who has their original liver? Hold onto the fact that we just went from hospital -> biology -> culture. "There's no such thing as a truly original idea," I disagree with this statement, though I know it is a very, very popular one. I think it is true that plots and archetypes are commonly used over and over again. I think there are still original ideas out there, though. I pride myself on it, to be honest. Some of the worldbuilding you like so much comes from ideas that I've not seen in either TF canon or fanon. They tend to be smaller details that feed into bigger systems, once you take them to their logical endpoints. More on that later.

>I keep comparing to others, and keep feeling like whatever bits and pieces come to me isn't good enough. Isn't unique/cool/giant/'oh-so-new-&-different' enough.

All I can say here is that comparison is the thief of joy. If we're talking strictly fanfic, it shouldn't be this stressful on you. People love tropes for a reason. Don't be afraid to use them. Echo Garden itself has a few. "Enemies to lovers" never quite felt like the correct term, but it is recognizable and there are tons of fans of it. Remember the thing about me not writing for a year cuz I thought I wasn't good enough. Don't do that. Comparison is the thief of joy! >like I have to somehow reach that impossible 'true original idea', without using any inspiration at all (otherwise it's not 'mine') - when everything's already been thought of before by countless people.

Again, I do think there are truly original ideas still out there. You have a unique view of the world. Writing is one way to share it. All your experiences, your education, your hardships and your victories shape who you are. No one else will be looking out the same eyeballs. With practice, you can find ideas. I'll explain how I do it. Maybe that will help you, too. Though you do have, by your own words, little pieces: I have tiny pieces, the barest little foundations, I just don't know how to grow them into.. something, anything. Little pieces are a good place to start. And if they stay little, that's fine. Having a ton of little pieces layered on top of each other is what contributes richness to your world.

My goal with all the above was to address the emotional aspect of your ask. I haven't gone through everything, but I'd like to get to your core question. I am going to answer it literally, in a way that might not help you, then try to break it down into something that might be helpful.

how do you even 'do' worldbuilding?

I think. All the time. I am one of those people who has a laser focus and is able to make connections between unrelated ideas. I am always, always thinking. It's not really daydreaming. It's thinking about a single idea and then taking it for a ride down a million "what if?" paths. Put it this way: I think watching astronomy lectures is fun and I loathe parties. Fun for me is world building: building literal worlds. Playing with ideas. So how do I 'do' worldbuilding? Mostly in my head. Once I get some ideas that make sense, I write them down so I don't forget them. If I'm lucky, I'm at home at my computer and can type them fast. If I'm not, I'm at work, and I scribble them on pieces of paper. It can be anything, from a huge plot point to a teeny tiny detail.

How do I think? If I'm world building from nothing (as opposed to solving a problem or building on top of previously thought of stuff), I just... think of things that fascinate me. For Transformers, that's their biology and how it links to culture. It's their alienness. The possible geology of their world. I freaking love just thinking about that!

Once you have a fascinating idea, you push it. What does that mean? Do you recall, in the nurse/hospital example above, I noted that, while we started with 'hospital setting,' it moved to how that healing factor could be interpreted in the culture of that species? That was what I mean: taking the idea of 'alien hospital' to 'what does this mean about their biology?' to 'what does this mean about their culture?' And to be honest, this is how I do a lot of world building. Culture comes from biology and geology. This is a personal theory I have, I'm sure anthropologists have a better definition of culture. But that's the one I use for worldbuilding. What is the consequence of your fascinating idea? That is the key for me. That is how I worldbuild.

If I'm worldbuilding on top of previous stuff, it's sometimes a bit harder or easier, depending on how the previous stuff narrows your possibilities. But in that case, I usually try to be as logical as possible. Here's an example for Echo Garden:

canon facts: the Lost Light has a fuel furnace and an engine room and a bridge

me: hmm, okay, the LL has utilities and facilities, kind of like a small town. someone has to tend to those things. I'm sure some mechs have specialized knowledge that makes them a better fit for maintaining/upkeeping certain things than others. We saw Blaster on the bridge acting as a communications officer of sorts. Hmm, he's probably the best bet for keeping comm-related stuff clean and running. Hmm, that fuel furnace... I bet it's really hot in there, lol. I bet it's complicated in there. They probably have to color code the pathways to the different furnaces. I bet most mechs wouldn't like being in there because it's so hot. I wonder who'd get stuck with that chore. Well... Rodimus is fireproof, basically, and Trailbreaker could protect himself with his shield. So they can do that chore.

It feels rambly when I write it out. I suppose it could be. I do this very quickly in my mind, though. I pull from everything I know: canon, fanon, things I know from my own life experiences. This 'pulling' happens all at the same time. So, going back to that 'mental library,' as you can see, that's a powerful thing for me to have for my worldbuilding method.

Okay okay, so how can I make all that into something actionable by you? Good question. I suppose I will answer it with more questions!

Precisely define what it is you want to worldbuild. Is it cultural (language, food, clothing, music, etc)? Is it biological (bodies, adaptations, appearance, etc)? Is it environmental (geology of the world, or the inside of a space ship)? What exactly do you want to accomplish?

Once you have selected your Topic, think about all the things related to that Topic. What are the usual characteristics of Topic? Which of those characteristics can you change to fit your world? Example: food in TF. Food is often energon or engex. Food in real life is a huge part of culture. If your goal is to showcase a character making a special dish, maybe pick an irl dish you like, and see how its preparation would change if it was made out of a pretty, glowy energon-y substance instead of whatever it's made of on Earth.

If you haven't worldbuilt to your satisfaction, try another avenue. What else about Topic can you think of? What are your personal experiences regarding Topic? Maybe go do some research on Topic- you might find a neat little tidbit to incorporate into your writing.

Once you've worldbuilt Topic to your satisfaction, link it to the rest of your world! What does Topic existing do to your environment? To your characters? It's okay if Topic isn't a huge deal. That's totally fine! It's lovely to just have little worldbuilding details hanging around in the background. Remember- layering lots of tiny details really helps make a world feel rich and lived in. In the event that Topic is a big deal, repeat step 2 to discover how it affects your world.

Once Topic is happily integrated into your world, repeat the process! Take breaks, listen to music. Zone out. See if your brain can make some weird connections while you're not even really thinking about it. Be open to something that sounds kinda nuts at first. Maybe there's a way to pull it off! Or maybe not.

Side note: if you think of a really cool idea but it doesn't fit into the story you're writing right now, stick it in a file for later. Mmm, delicious ideas file, ready to be cannibalized for your next story.

So... yeah! That's how I worldbuild. Thinking a LOT and connecting ideas together and then pushing them to logical extremes/conclusions.

If you have any specific questions about anything I've written, feel free to ask. I don't think my method will work for everyone, but hopefully you can put your own spin on it and find a method that works for you.

Best of luck and happy worldbuilding :)

#ask #long post #worldbuilding #world building #nyctocryptid

[oonajaeadira]

State of the WIP Address

Okay, y'all, I've been in a really weird place where I've been avoiding...pretty much a lot of stuff. Dunno if I have to talk to my doctor about upping my meds or what, but this is why I actually went on them--my depression manifests not in laziness, but avoiding things I need to do and things I actually WANT to do. Then I don't do them and it all starts building up. And then the to do pile feels insurmountable, like I'll never get to finish all these wonderful things. So I just...freeze up and roll over. Like a fainting goat. You'd think I'd be like "yay! lookit all the things to look forward to! I have years ahead of me full of things I really want to do! I should never be bored again!" But no. Can't do them Right Now? Fainting goat. It's weirdo. We've all got our weirdo and this is mine.

I only mention it here because I do State of the WIP Address to be accountable. Now, the weird thing is, I don't actually expect anyone to read these posts--they're boring and personal and totally for my own motivation. I just know myself and know if I put something out there, I'll feel bad if I don't do it and that should motivate me to actually do it.

But here's the thing....it doesn't work anymore. I'm no longer fulling for my own snake oil. The placebo has run out. If I know it's inconsequential, then my brain tricks me into thinking that I'm accountable to no one. And, in reality, it's true that I'm actually accountable to no one so the trick doesn't work.

Anyway. Welcome to Adira's brain where she finds her own thought patterns a fascinating psychological study and the lab results are inconclusive.

So I'mma try to twist the experiment a bit. Rather than list the things I know I can't get to right this second and feel bad about it, we're gonna let promises go and do it this way. It's not interesting to anyone but me and anyone who nerds out on process. But rather than listing the things I'm not working on, I'll talk about the ones I am, how it's going, what's in my craw about it, and maybe in my ramblings I'll clear the gears to start rolling again.

This isn't interesting to anyone but me unless you really wanna see how seriously I take my fic writing. Cringe if you want. I'm just being honest with myself. My fic isn't high art, but as with anything I create, I can't half-ass it either. It's "be satisfied with it on my terms" or bust.

STATE OF THE WIPS

I have one million projects happening, but these are the pieces I'm actively thinking about and working on at the moment.

SECRET SANTA Where it's at: I'm writing for someone I think is a wonderful person and want to do right by them, so the pressure's on. But at the same time, it's not. Because I know how accepting and lovely the person is and they gave me a lot of prompts and options and like a lot of the things I do and seem to like a lot of the types of things I like to write. I also know that this doesn't have to be over-complicated, that I can write my heart and it will please both of us. While I haven't actually opened up a doc to start, I know that it's the type of thing that if I have a little uninterrupted block of time, I can just sit down and it will flow. I won't say much about it here, but I will say that while it can 100% be read as standalone, it hits on a character/series I'm currently writing and acts as a kind of prequel, a reason for loving the reader as he does. It's something that is kind of missing in the planned series and I think this would be a nice opportunity to explore it before moving forward (and maybe helping propel that series a little) while also touching on one of the characters my giftee likes, a genre they are interested in that I hadn't considered with this character, and it will have a tone I think they'll appreciate. So while it's for them and being written with their likes in mind, I thank them, because it's also a little gift for me and my yearnings. What's stopping me: Time constraints and general anxiety.

TROPE FIC: MODERN DOM!PERO Where it's at: This one got a little sloppy and I'm working on it. I've been following @max--phillips' entries about what defines certain types of kinks and while my thoughts on dom!Pero started as true dom, they swung wrong when I started working on this, and now I'm just thinking myself back to the definition of dominant. And while I may still be missing the mark, it's helping me to think more about how I want to explore and frame this dynamic. It's also giving me a little trouble in that it's not coming out chronologically which causes me to waste time jumping around and retrofitting things. What's stopping me: I put this one on hold to start prioritizing the Secret Santa piece.

TROPE FIC: SEX POLLEN!OBERYN Where it's at: This piece is flowing chronologically. It's going to be longer than I anticipated and the first draft is about 1/3 done. I already know that after the first draft I'll have to do some shaping and I think maybe I got overwhelmed with the task I set for myself and that triggered my avoidance. I know where it's going, I'm excited for it, it will flow easily if I let it, I just have to do it! What's stopping me: I put this one on hold because I got distracted by tasty Pero thoughts. I blame @perotovar for the thots, but not the stopping. That's all on me.

TROPE FIC: ALPHA!JAVI Where it's at: I'm about 1/2 done with the first draft. Again, this one will be longer (and also more angsty) than I anticipated. I love love love where it's going though and reader and Javi's history is beautiful and sad and complex; I really love that half. I'm just now switching into the modern day section of it and have to make a few decisions about how I actually want it to go. My mind is over-complicating the story and I'm trying to wrestle it down a softer path. What's stopping me: I got distracted by the Oberyn story which is why this one's on hold and now this is all Inceptioning on itself.

GOOD. THINGS. TAKE. TIME. Where it's at: The asks are all sorted, there are only a few more sessions left before chapter 4. I just have to write it. What's stopping me: Here's the thing about PATS. If I was out for notes, I'd be pounding on this series, because it's my most popular one. But... really, I'm just here to dream up stories I like to tell. I put PATS down not consciously and not because I don't love him, but I got excited by other ideas. I want to finish it because I don't like having a bunch of unfinished projects lying around, but I also don't want that to be my #1 motivator for writing him. I want to enjoy it. I did enjoy putting the latest installment out, but I also don't feel like I'm letting anyone down if I don't hurry it, just because engagement is low. Again, I'm not here for the notes, I truly love the connection and the squeeing and sharing a yearn. We're all so busy now that it's tough to get to everything and the mutual timing is a bit off. That's okay. It's planned out, it'll get done, I just have to do it when I'm feeling it.

LEAVE OFF YOUR WANDERING: WINTER Where it's at: Finished plan. Yet to begin writing. What's stopping me: I was wrestling with this one for a bit because I had two directions it could go--soft and fluffy without much meat, or weaving all the details together and serving a story that gets rather dark, a little sad, and serves as a fix it. On one hand, I felt like I would be betraying readers by not keeping the euphoric escape. But I would also feel like I built this whole backstory that needed to manifest itself in a test for Joel and Meadowlark, as well as the fact that--other than backstories--there hasn't been any canon hardship or violence displayed. It's like I'm missing a huge chunk of who Joel and Meadowlark are. In the end, that's where the story wants to go, so I'm going there. And I have to not think about what anyone else wants, just me. Not just for selfish reasons, but I know that's when I do my best. It doesn't mean there won't still be fluff and a happy ending. It just means I have to write darkness and perhaps it will serve me better to do it in the season in which it takes place.

#state of the wip address #wip wednesday

[to-the-stars8]

Mr. Todd and I

A/N; I finally gave in and wrote a second, and final, part to Mr. Todd and I. One day I would like to go back and write a full story on it, but with the others going on this will be it! Who knows, I could also say fuck it and just write a full story. But did I think of writing smut about this AU? ABSOLUTELY! Might tbh. Anyway, this chapter is really Jane Eyre-inspired if you can tell!

Edit to A/N; So I lied, there is a part three, so I'mma post a link here to all the chapters. All Parts

Pairings; Regency AU! Jason Todd x Reader Part I

Part II

A strong love was one of the most mysterious and simplistic things to observe among others, but, experiencing it for yourself, was evident that it was also the most complicated thing to build. Especially with someone who, on the surface, appeared almost as sarcastic and reserved as Mr. Todd. 

He had called on you nearly a dozen times since the party at Ms. Thompson’s home a few months ago, under the pretense of Damian wishing to play with Jon, and wrote you nearly every other day. His reason as to why he could not see you more was that he was frequently out of town on business for his father, Mr. Wayne. You did not mind as long as he continued to write to you with much earnestness and passion as his letters possessed. Still, you could do without the snarky remarks that you refuse to acknowledge the hilarity in. 

Lady Kent was not all impressed with the notion of you marrying Mr. Todd, as it would take you away from Jon, no matter how many times you assured her that marriage was never a guarantee. Not even you had thought of it in its entirety as the idea was beyond your scope. Marrying him would indeed be an impossible feat.

Mr. Todd, above all else, was far above your station. You had no money beyond the sum given to you in salary by the Kents, no family to speak of, and could only pride yourself on the natural gifts given to you by expression of some degree of intelligence and sense. Those little gifts themselves made you popular among most in town, but you heard the whispers of your obscure background among those above you. 

Be as that may, Lady Kent was sure that Mr. Todd would propose to you despite your inferiority by the time he had called upon you a second time. You dispelled the idea of him having you for a wife. You would not do him or his most gentle father the dishonor. 

Yet, Mr. Todd had sent you letters that made your knees weak in such need for him. The letters would never see the light of day, nor would they be handed off to a maid or footman. Nay, the letters went to you directly, one of the reasons he called on you so often. When the heads were turned he would slip you the letters, whispering some affection for you that had you leaving with a blush. 

You were sitting in the garden trying to dispel the thought of marriage as you watched Jon play about the bushes when a maid hurried to you, quickly saying that Mr. Todd was here. He approached behind, thanking the maid as she walked away. You had started to stand before Mr. Todd told you no formality was needed for him, then took a seat next to you on the bench. 

“Is your family in good health?” He asked as he watched Jon wave to him with enthusiasm only a child could have, and Mr. Todd smiled before returning the gesture. 

You laughed as you answered, “Sir, I must tell you for I cannot falsely answer the question any longer, that I have no family to speak of. Besides Jon who, in an impolitic manner, I consider a brother.”

“Forgive me,” said Mr. Todd hurriedly, a bit flustered.

“There is nothing to forgive, Mr. Todd! I am not upset by it anymore,” You said. “You ask too much of me, Sir. How is your family? Are they in good health as well?”

He hesitated in his answer as if he was pondering every family member in the household. “They are well, yes.” In a more hushed tone, he then asked, “Did you get my letter?”

The question sent a blush to your cheeks, you were sure of it. He had sent you a letter secretly in your shawl you had mistakenly left it at his home. It was wrapped between the fabrics when the maid presented it to you. 

You replied in the same quiet tone, “Yes, sir…Your letters will ruin me if they are found.”

Mr. Todd, pleased with the answer, smiled. “I would not wish for that.”

“Nor I, for I will be the one without a home with little money,” You stated, thinking of the horror of the situation if it were to happen. 

“Yes, but you will gain a husband,” Mr. Todd said cooly. “If you would consider me for one.”

Shocked, you gasped, which caught the attention of Jon who poked his head over a bush. Quelling the child’s curiosity, Mr. Todd pretended that you had been shocked by a riddle he told to which Jon laughed before running off to the other end of the garden repeating it. 

“Sir,” You said breathlessly, lowly. “You are wicked.”

Mr. Todd cocked an eyebrow. “I have been called many things by people, but I do not believe I had the honor to be called wicked by the most beautiful woman in all of Gotham.”

Standing suddenly, you rush away from him. It was cruel what he was doing. Saying to Mr. Todd before you sped off, “You are intended to insult me, Sir. I see that now.”

“Nay, Miss!” He said, rushing after you. You halted your movement to hear him, for that much you had to give him. “Never would I dare to insult you.”

“But you do, sir!” You cried. “You lead me to believe you would marry me if you could.”

Mr. Todd said your name, sounding desperate for you to understand his meaning. “To speak plainly I do wish to marry you. If you will have me.”

You burst into tears, so unwilling to believe it. “Nay, you jest, Mr. Todd. You cannot marry me, it is not allowed.”

“I cannot? And what law prevents me to marry whom I choose and who will seemingly choose me in a mutual connection?” Mr. Todd was astonished at the notion you were suggesting. 

You tried to recover yourself, turning away from him to wipe away the tears but he followed in eagerness to see every thought you had in your eyes. “Mr. Todd, you would disgrace your father by marrying someone below your station. I will speak plainly to you, as I have before, that we are not equals. That is what prevents my acceptance.”

To your surprise, Mr. Todd laughed, “Not equals? I have met hundreds of people none who reach equality with me, in wit or love, as you do.”

You sniffled, trying not to cry as Jon approached, still recalling the riddle Mr. Todd had told him. When he noticed the boy, Mr. Todd turned away so he would not have to see his utter devastation in your remark. 

“Is everything alright?” Jon asked, innocently, when he noticed your tears. 

You nodded, telling him to run inside for lunch and that the butler, Mr. Olsen, would be there for him. Jon hesitated before running off again, leaving you and Mr. Todd. 

“Mr. Todd, I will hear no more of this. I must return to my work--” You resumed once Jon was gone into the house. 

“Since you are so consumed by prestige,” Mr. Todd said, nearly angry. “Let me tell you this. I am a natural son of lowlife, and it was only by the love and kindness of my adoptive father that I am able to stand here to speak with you. Without Mr. Wayne, it is I who is below you. Does this fact disperse any rejection you on my proposal?”

You could only look at down at your gloves as you pondered the fact. He sounded so desperate and eager for you to say yes, and you met that eagerness with as much earnestness--For you did not think, at the end of the day, if he was a beggar you could say no when he put himself in the open for you to see. Then, when you met Mr. Todd’s eyes again, you nodded slowly. “Yes, Jason, it does.”

Jason stepped forward, cupping your face, running a thumb under your eyes. He laughed to himself by the disbelief of your beauty. “You will have me then?”

“Yes,” said you. 

“I am most happy and thankful for it,” Jason said, laughing a bit. “We may continue our letters if you wish. We will not have to sneak it about, now.”

In a moment between being flustered and newfound courage, you said, “I believe I rather practice what you had mentioned in the letters than write more, sir.”

“Of course, whatever Mrs. Todd wishes, I will give her,” Jason said, leaning in to place a daring kiss on your lips. Blushing, you kissed back. 

When the news of the proposal spread many were happy for the union, especially Mr. Kent who would have the honor of walking you down the aisle, while others were not entirely too congratulating. Lady Kent and Jon wept for your loss in their household, as opposed to Mr. Wayne who was more than welcoming to another marriage in his family after Dick’s wedding. For once, you were glad to be proved wrong. 

This much was fact, though, strong love is definitely the most mysterious and simplistic of things.

#regency au #regency romance #jason todd x reader #romance #jason todd x you #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd #jason fluff #clark kent #jon kent #red hood x reader #red hood

[klonoadreams]

Ever thing of making those process updates like I do so people don’t ask when the next chapter of your fics?

Jdiskfnf I JUST NOTICED THIS

Yeah I've been meaning to do this since yours make me want to write more.

Right now I'm going through Gone Fishing so I can get back to updating but also have new things in line with canon and also Uta. :V

Thanks for asking!!! :D

side note, due to recent happenings in One Piece...

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Meet Honey (She/Her and They/Them) . The SI OC that is in the works, and will come to be after Gone Fishing and when One Piece ends.

Like Mako, you could say she's not fully human and FOR ONCE, she will be tall (though compared to most One Piece characters, she is still short), though I'mma let you guys figure it out for funzies based on what I've said so far.

Also she eats a zoan fruit, Lapahn Lapahn Fruit or whatever, basically these big ass bear-like rabbits on Drum Island

Her size increases whenever she goes into her full form, and she is very protective of those close to her. She is also at least like 19 ish or somewhere along those lines, so...owo

Have fun with this idea that's cooking, much like our JJK SI OC, Nana. :V

(feel free to ask about her)

anyways I'll try to keep a better update on stuff this year!! THANKS AGAIN!! :D

#ask #rogue crew ask blog #fanfic #klonoa writes #gone fishing (fanfic) #mako (oc) #honey (oc) #have fun speculating about her #she's a special one

[fairly-linked]

Some ideas you say? Sure! Have a handful :DD

Sky’s reaction to his crush being a dragon rider (like httyd :33), reader’s dragon could show up after the chain enters their hyrule and reader is like :OO FRIEND!! And sky, who has run into a handful of dragons on his journey is just like HUH???

Warriors with his s/o and they’re just talking shit and gossiping about the people from both of their hyrules. Wind could come in and join and eventually it just turns into a gossip circle

Hyrule and his friend flying around as fairies and causing chaos! Or just vibing in a floor away from the chain

Legend getting his hair braided by crush, he very blushy boi

Time and crush pretending to be married and the younger members parents cause they need guardians permission to enter a place or whatever

Four dating a jeweller! He makes the metal bands/chains while s/o inbeds them with all sorts of stones! Magical and non!

Hope this helps! You can do whatever you wish with theses!

Uuufffff Trippy you got some good shit---

I'mma have to go with the Wars one. I'm trying to come up with new shit... ugh.

So anyway, enjoy! (Sorry this was so short! Lost passion for writing halfway through the week :L)

Rumors (Warriors x Reader)

"Ugh, did you see that lady's outfit? Stripes and polka dots do not go together."

"I know, sweetheart, I know. Her man didn't look much better, with the red beard? Dude looks like a tall-ass leprechaun."

For once, it was a quiet day. Time had given everyone the day off since you'd all made it to a particularly nice town; so, he allowed everyone to break off into groups. Knowing you and your boyfriend Warriors didn't get to spend much alone time together, Time was nice enough to let you go off by yourselves when he paired everyone up.

Which brought you to now. You, in your love of sweets, had dragged Warriors to a little cafe not far from the inn the chain was staying at for the next night or two.

There, you both decided to engage in some... lighthearted chitchat, as you'd put it.

Your blonde boyfriend snorts. "Hey, did you see what Wind did to the Vet yesterday?"

"Uh, no? Tell me." You grin, making him do the same in return as he leans closer.

"He stole Time's wedding ring because he thought it was pretty, right?"

You gasp. "What?! Does he not know how important that is?"

"'Course not, he's a kid," he laughs. "But anyway, he snatched it, and when Time got mad and asked where it was, he blamed the Vet."

You laugh. "Because of his ring collection, right?"

Wars nods enthusiastically, taking a sip of his coffee.

"And the old man swallowed it hook, line, and sinker. That's why he's been awful quiet this morning. Wind's been pretty silent too, you know. Trying not to get himself caught."

You almost choke on your latte.

"Time bought it?! No! Poor Vet!" you laugh.

"He absolutely bought it-- Aw shit," he suddenly grumbles. When you follow his gaze, you see what he means: Time and Wind have entered the cafe, Time's gaze landing on the two of you almost instantly as he smiles. He waves the Sailor over, who still looks inherently guilty.

"Mind if we crash the party?" Time smiles. "I'm conducting a bit of an investigation here."

You and Wars glance at each other, before looking back to him.

"Uh, yeah sure," You nod, each of you scooting over. You'd been seated in a booth facing each other; Time sits next to you while Wind takes the seat next to Wars on the other side. The old man sighs.

"I want you two to tell me everything you know about my ring. I can't find it anywhere and the Vet is adamant he doesn't have it."

Both you and Wars simultaneously point to Wind, who lets out a a small "Hey?!"

Time snorts. "Oh, I already know it was him. I just want to know if you two knew where he put my ring, because he's not telling me."

You and your boyfriend shoot each other knowing glances. If Wind wasn't giving it to him, then that means...

"...Wind." you sigh, and Wars snorts.

"Oh goddesses, not the mom voice. You're in trouble now, kid."

Wind's eyes widen. "Oh come on, you too?! That's not fair!"

"It's also not fair that you stole Time's wedding ring and haven't given it back yet," You huff, clearing your throat.

The sailor still doesn't answer you, looking down at the table.

"...Wind. Did you lose it?"

Time looks at you, his right eye opening in surprise. He hopes that isn't the case, but...

The sailor nods solemnly. "I was going to give it back, and I dropped it in the creek... I looked for it for hours, but I couldn't find it."

Time sighs.

"Well, if nothing else, I hope this will teach you not to steal things from others. That ring was important, Sailor." His voice remains calm, but even Wind himself can tell he's angry.

"I-I'm sorry..."

Time sighs once again, standing up. "It's alright, Sailor. Let's be going, we'll leave these two alone for a while, okay?"

Wind nods, standing with him, and Time turns back to the two of you. "Thank you, you two. Meet back at the inn by sundown."

You and Wars nod as the pair walk out. Once they leave, your boyfriend is staring at you with a smirk, his head propped up in his palm as he stares you down.

"What?" you question.

He only chuckles.

"...You're gonna be a great mom someday."

You sigh, cheeks burning bright red as he continues to laugh; but you can't get the fact that he added someday at the end.

You also don't miss the flush of red on his own face.

Someday indeed.

#linked universe #bek.answers #lu wars #lu warriors #lu time #lu wind #bek's.fics

[lokiina]

should write the kiss with them down. right here uwu ↷

skdfjhksdfj

Okay hold oonnnnn. Yeah I'mma do it. This is what was living rent free in my head.

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Zayn was never one for purposely putting himself in the spotlight, if he could blend into the background where possible he usually tried to go that route. So it was already a strange scenario for him to be in a relationship with someone who was a little more publicly known, and what didn't help was the fact that Dino was not shy, by any means. If you were his, he'd make it known to everyone without shame. Trying to find the balance between them was occasionally a little rough but the nomad was adjusting, trying to build more confidence in that department.

It was a Friday night, the bar was busy. Zayn didn't often show up when the place was that crowded, it stressed him out a little to have so much going on in tight quarters like that but he was curious about a band Dino let have the stage for the night and wanted to swing by to check them out.

"Hey kid, D didn't think you were comin, he's by the bar," The large man at the door motioned back with his thumb behind himself. "I almost didn't, thanks Zeus." Zayn gave him a pat on the arm before moving further into the building. Dino was standing with a few other people chatting about something when he noticed Zayn approaching. "Ah! Pup you made it!" He quickly downed the glass of whisky he had in his hand and placed the glass on the bar counter before giving the shorter man his full attention. An automatic motion on Dino's part he went to lean in for a kiss and all Zayn could think about in that split second was how many eyes were on him. He had a brief moment of panic and sort of made an aim for a quick little peck on the cheek instead. Dino blinked, was shockingly still as he was a little caught off guard by that move. His brow furrowed a little and he gave Zayn a puzzled look. "The fuck was that? Come 'ere." Before he realized it was even happening, the Fixer had moved to tug him in close and plant his lips on his with a much more hungry and enthusiastic kiss. Zayn's eyes widened at the brief shock but inevitably melted into the other man's touch anyway. When he let him go his face was probably about as bright as his hair. He was almost immediately trying to see how many people had stood and watched what just happened. Dino placed his hands on the sides of Zayn's head and moved his head to look up at him, "Hey, eye's on me. Ya gotta stop worryin' bout everyone else. Fuck em." "I know I know... Easier said than done though," Zayn rubbed his hands over his own face. Luckily the place was loud enough most people wouldn't have heard their exchange. So he tried to at least focus on that. Did it help? Maybe a little. "Anyone ever tries to give ya grief, just knock their fuckin teeth out." Dino smirked, "Or point me in their direction."

#asks #Anonymous #otp: low octave #writing #oc: zayn mackenna #dino dinovic #drabbles

[anonymoussimps]

Hello this is my first post :D

•Heizou × female reader

Warning:very short and cringe + inexperienced writing

(I just can't freaking find much heizou oneshots so I'mma just write one myself lol this is my first try sry if it's cringy 😶✋🏻)

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What A Cute Liar You Are

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You once again find your eyes trailing to the male beside you -- Shikanoin Heizou. Who would've thought you've fallen for the flirtatious detective. You swore every single time he flirted with you, you felt like your heart was doing flips non-stop.

"Are you alright y/n? Is there something on my face?" , the said male asks you. He had noticed your quite intense stare for some time now, my you're quite bad at hiding your feelings aren't you? "Oh um I- nothing everything is fine. I was just uhhh think about something ye.. thinking about something..." you chuckled nervously hoping he was gonna buy your oh-so-bad excuse.

Heizou looked at you for a few seconds then suddenly leaned into you without warning, leaving only a finger space between the two of you "Hmmm are you really really sure? You're face is rather... red y/n" he pointed out with a small smirk on his face. You immediately pushed his face away "O-of course I'm sure it's just that the weather uhm-mm is quite hot today" you stuttered feeling your cheeks redden the second he pointed out. "Alright alright I won't tease you any further " and he left it at that. You were honestly quite relieved that he didn't question it further who knows if he would find out about your little crush on him... or so you thought

Who are you kidding? Shikanoin Heizou is the best detective in the entire inazuma. How could he not know about your too obvious crush on him. He was just waiting for a right time to finally squeeze the confession out of you...

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How exactly did you get into this position..? All you remembered was that Heizou kindly invited you to his private quarter and the next thing you know is this.You are now being caved by him inside his private office, being questioned like you're some sort of criminal. "Tell me y/n you like me don't you sweetheart?"he looked at you with mischief in his eyes. You stood there shocked, you thought you had hidden the fact that you like him perfectly. "N-no I don't know what you're talking about. What gives you that idea anyways?" you attempted to deny with a very flushed cheek.

"Oh? So you're gonna deny it? I see how it is.. How about I list out every single piece of you can say evidence I have noticed to you? Not a bad idea won't you say?" he said with a sly smile. "What are you-" "Dear dear y/n I've noticed that.... you have been staring at me every now and then during our little dates . Well aside from that you get extremely flustered when I get close to you.. like this" Heizou closes the distance between the both of you, you can hear your heart pounding louder in your ears. "Ah would you look at that I haven't even done anything yet and you're already so riled up darling. Did you really think you could fool me with that pretty little head of yours? Are you still gonna deny it my cute little liar?"

At this point there's no way back is there? You kept silent for awhile, before looking up to meet his eyes "You want your confirmation do you Mr detective? Fine then... I, y/n am madly in love with you-" before you could continue further he smashed his lips onto yours. You were surprised by the sudden action but nonetheless returned the kiss. After a few minutes both of you pulled away "There's really no room for lying when it's you huh?" you giggled "Well why of course my darling so you better get used to it because you are never leaving me~"

#heizou x reader #genshin impact #genshin heizou #genshin x reader #shikanoin heizou #heizou x you #heizou x y/n

[basedkikuenjoyer]

New Frontiers in Perversion

I mean...look at this ass shot. Like, we just nudged at the idea Bonney might actually be younger than she normally looks. You've heard of the 5000 year old dragon who just looks like a child so it's okay she's all up on you. Now try the polar opposite! "I'mma make this grown-up kid sexay." I'm (mostly) joking, it actually does seem like a lot of the Bonney "fanservice" scenes we've gotten would make sense through the lens of not having a fully developed sense of modesty. And that's all still just theoretical. Still, pulling the rug out from under perverts is always funny. And we can at least appreciate the craft that goes into such a butt shot. Like, I'm not really into girls anyways but I can respect this man really found a nice way to slip in a solid look at Jewelry Bonney's posterior through an action shot reminiscent of Izo's cool flipping shot on Maha.

Which...really seems on point given the "Near-Death Experience" ability chased immediately by a blatant callback to Kiku locking up with Kanjuroden. I don't want to dwell on this, but One Piece has a knack for resonating with life events and Bonney there hits really, really, really hard when you had to say goodbye to your own father this week. Here's your blatant signal after the already pretty solid run-up. And that's all that happened in this chapter, nothing else of note.

Before I forget, the bit between Sanji/Vegapunk about the former's lady radar was hilarious. Most unscientific, but I trust it. This is some wild shit innit? I figure something something yada yada Devil fruit in the sense of like, devil fruit that makes you demonic. Dude's head just straight-up exploded! The hell!? It's wild and an escalation of what we hinted in Sabo's story. I'm certainly intrigued by this development with Saturn for it's own merit. So...symbolically Saturn tracks with time by the way. Roman equivalent of Chronus. If you're new, our big idea here is that if you're dragging in more time themes to Egghead...don't write off Toki or Kiku as potential X factors when both felt a little unresolved in Wano.

We end on Bonney acting rashly attacking Saturn's imposing demon form. I feel like the next chapter will tell us a lot about her role here. Either way, Saturn now does represent a threat that is unaccounted for on top of countering the "Tama moment." Zoro can handle Lucci, Sanji swiftly took even the question of Kaku out of the equation, but it's taking Luffy's full focus to keep Kizaru at bay. Now we have this, is Bonney up to the task or is she about to get rocked?

Even if she doesn't it feels like we'll at least need Robonosuke to balance things out and who knows what's going on there?

#One piece #Chapter 1094 #post wano musings #Jewelry bonney #Satan

[m4caque]

Kazuha X Male!Reader but no more heartbreal?! 😱 PT2

I feel bad for the cliff hanger so I'mma make a part 2 <33 ;)

I didn't proof read this one either so L.

Moments Later

What happened to him? Did something happen.. I- I felt awful but he needs space doesn't he.

Kazuha watched as M/N drove away from the school. Sighing in process of sitting down. He held his head, "Who hurt you this time my love." He tried his best to think of any possible way of you feeling so hurt that even you didn't want his comfort. Kazuha's eyes widened. It dawned on him...

Next School Morning (Yes I'm putting a time skip because suspense is fun ;D)

Kazuha searched the school halls. Hoping you'd be okay enough to be there today. He slowly gave up hope and decide to write a note to leave in your locker. Kazuha was unable to contact you all of yesterday night and morning. He slipped the note in your locker, sighing as he walked away. He felt so off today. Not participating in class, not talking to his friends, ignoring dms, anything that involves human contact. He was searching through his backpack, trying to find his diary when he heard his name. "Kazuha." His homeroom teacher called for him as his final class was over for the day. Kazuha looked at the teacher. "Are you doing alright? You haven't been participating in any of my classes today." The teacher had a worried tone of voice. "Something happened the other day so, I don't feel the greatest, but I'm fine don't worry." Kazuha smiled, leaving the room. He remembered that he wanted to meet you at the roof top. Wanting to make sure you were fine. As he approached the door to the roof, he hesitated. What if you weren't ok with him? He thought to himself. He shook it off and opened the door. He saw you standing in the middle of the rooftop. The breeze and sunset made you look stunning. Kazuha stared at you for a hot minute. "Hey Kazuha. How come you're just staring?" M/N had his arms crossed, with a not-so-friendly face. Kazuha blinked a few times. He laughed a little to himself. "Ha sorry.. Just thinking." Kazuha slowly walked closer to M/N. "Ah ah ah. That's close enough. Any further and I won't talk." M/N was definitely in angry stage of grief. Kazuha stood still. "So.. Uh.. About yesterday, what did I do that caused you to have a mental breakdown..?" Kazuha's tone was soft, making M/N feel bad for being angry but the anger came boiling back. "Heh. Bet you're acting innocent." M/N pulled out the white haired boy's diary, opening it up to the most lastest entry. "Explain this." Kazuha felt shocked to see him with it. "How did you-" "Explain Kazuha." M/N interrupted him with no hesitation. Kazuha sighed. "If you read more closely we wouldn't be in this situation. If you would have just read a few pages prior.." Kazuha took a deep breath. "I'm not tired of you M/N, I'm tired of pretending like I don't love you. I'm scared that if I love you, I'll get hurt again. It never stated I was tired of you either darling." Kazuha laughed to himself for a moment. "You're just illerate." M/N stood there speechless. Falling to his knees, laughing to himself behind tears. "I'm such an idiot.. I- How could I ever understand you.. I swear I'm going to murder you someday." Kazuha chuckled. "You don't actually mean that last bit, do you..?" M/N looked up at Kazuha. He didn't say a word. "..Oh-"

Omg no cliffhanger this time 😇 anyways, part 3?

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