#Again I'm so flattered that people like the AU so much.........means a lot to me 😭

[shima-draws]

I'm curious. Does the excessive kieranpon tagging bother you? Between several artists now making full fics with art, plus all the others hopping on, I imagine your notifications are filled with @'s

Oh my god no, not at all! I love love LOVE seeing all the art and fics, and being tagged makes it easier/more convenient for me to see all that stuff. I'm just REALLY bad at remembering to reblog it LMAO but I promise I notice everything I'm tagged in and I treasure each and every thing made 💖 Please keep tagging me, I'm sure I'll get around to reblogging everything eventually LOL

#I'M SORRY I'M SO bad at reblogging stuff I need to be better about that #But no it doesn't bug me at all. In fact I quite enjoy it it makes me so happy to see 🤧 #Again I'm so flattered that people like the AU so much.........means a lot to me 😭 #It was just a silly thing I made for fun but you guys took it and ran with it and honestly. Love that for Kieran #Shima answers questions #Give me like 10 minutes and I'll dive into my mentions to get some stuff posted here #Thank you all SO much I'm so grateful beyond words!!! FOR REALS!!!! #Pokemon #Kieranpon AU #Shima's AUs #Pokemon Kieran #Pokemon SV

[bigalockwood]

Hey hey Lia 💜,

I only just realised that you were doing the fanfic asks, so I am a little late, but I am wondering about 8,17, 18, 27, 29 and 37 ( I know these are a lot of numbers, so feel free to just answer the ones you want to)

Wishing you a so wenig stressig wie möglich weekend!

Sophia thanks for sending so many!! I love talking about writing 💜💜💜

8) Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

This took me ages to decide. I'm actually not even proud of it because I think it is necessarily particularly well written, but because it's a topic I have very strong feelings about and it felt so validating when I saw how many people resonated with it!

“No, you misunderstand, they didn’t out me. They just asked me about my sexuality and, you know, it was necessary. It’s the sort of thing they’d have to ask me for damage control.”

“Wille, I get that your life can be sort of strange at times and that it often follows different rules and all that, but that is, by definition, still what it means to be outed. I’m glad it didn’t feel like another violation of your privacy to you, but they still shouldn’t have done that,” Simon said, vehemently.

[...] “I’m sorry. I wished people stopped acting like they have any right to know our sexualities. [....]

17) Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Depends on the story! Royally Whipped I'm mostly writing in order since I don't have much time to write the chapters, so I'll only write down ideas for future scenes. For my new WIP I've written parts of different chapters already. In the chapters themselves I jump around and hardly every write one in chronological order.

18) Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

No. I have a very, very rough outline, but it mostly only has specific scenes or emotional stages I want to write towards. I never keep to any outlines and overthrow them within minutes after making them, so I no longer bother with them lmao.

27) How do you feel about collaborations?

I did one ages ago, when I was still in school. It was a lot of fun and I'd definitely be open for it again, but it certainly takes up more time and you need someone you can trust in.

29) If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Honestly? The answer is none, just because I don't think I could do any of my favorite stories justice. Not because I think my writing is bad, but because I love them as much because of the special something they have thanks to the author who's written them. Wouldn't say no to a sequel or prequel written by them though asfdhsfdkja

37) Talk about your current wips.

I've briefly talked about my next projects here. But my BIG WIP's right now are Royally Whipped which is very close to being done (probably two more chapters) and then #Simon's revenge.

Some people have been asking for a social media chapter for RW, which is extremely flattering, and I love reading those, but don't even know how to begin putting one together. So, that might happen, if I ever get my shit together (or someone else volunteers to do it ahsjfdasj).

Simon's renevge is a AU where Wille isn't Prince (still rich tho) and meets Simon under... interesting circumstances. Simon is seeking revenge on someone else and poor Wille becomes emotional collateral damage. It'll be less fluffy than RW, though hopefully just as fun. It's very gremlin!simon (channelling all his dodgeball energy). I have a moodboard that I might post soon and maybe some snippets leading up to it's release, if anyone's interested.

#sillylittleflower #lias letters #talking shit for the hell of it

[nacaharachuya]

Okay.. I've been an observer for a while and currently I'm just stumbling upon your upcoming Houseki no Kuni au so here I come with offerings to your shrine. I've been secretly binging the HNK tag on your blog so please forgive me >_< It's one of my favorite franchises and to hear my favorite author get into it... It's really an honor!

Chuuya, after Dazai's supposed "capture", becomes devasted and demoralized. He goes into a grief period, and so does Ango. But his translates to him stuffing himself inside a library without ever going out, while Chuuya becomes more cynical, reckless, angry, and aggressive. The fact that he is without a partner makes everything worse.

To add to his trauma, occasionally he would get glimpses of Dazai out of the corner of his eye and he, for the life of him, can't tell if it's real or not. He's in the moon, being used for god knows what, but this apparitions feel so real. From a distance, he sees him staring out the sea but he's gone the moment he looks back again. He knows he's hallucinating, probably. He has vivid dreams of Dazai and he swears the touches he feels during them are as authentic as can be but maybe he truly is going insane.

Chuuya keeps a small shard of Tourmaline wrapped in gauze in his room, hidden. Those were the only ones they found the time they woke up from their hibernation along with Oda's pieces. And when Dazai finally reappears, a culmination of grief, anger, relief, and confusion washes over him and... Yeah, he nearly strikes him with his sword. To add to the pain, those alleged "hallucinations" indeed were real and it makes Chuuya feel more toyed with.

YOURE FLATTERING ME TOO MUCH ANON 😭😭♥️♥️♥️ ILY ILY ILY ILY. Thank you so much for your support and thank you for staying with me. I love you to no end. YOUR GIVING ME AN HONOR BABE!!! YOU!! Getting asks like this makes me so happy, so I’m sending you much love.

BUT YES. I know losing a partner sends them of the deep end in hnk, especially with this fabricated backstory I’ve made for them. Chuuya being born one day, and then dazai the very next which i imagine is super rare all together. They would have been together since birth quite literally, so the bond would be deeper than the other gems. Not to mention, they’re freakishly good with each other. Dazai starts out as strategy and Chuuya with battle, but Dazai ends up being really good in battle. I feel as if he would also be able to figure a lot of things about lunarians as well, if you know what I mean. But, they would have been an indomitable team.

So, when Dazai leaves (and I’m talking at least 50-100 years because maybe he does this weird soul searching thing or maybe he’s just so upset he hibernates for too long or something I have to figure out) Chuuya is confused and upset because if dazai was taken he should have been able to protect him. Like you said, he would be completely demoralized. No one wants to be around Chuuya because he feels like he essentially has failed him and himself and the other gems. It’s a mess for everyone. No one can partner with Chuuya, he’s too hard to tell unless someone like Dazai were to be there. He starts working nonstop, he’s not ringing the bell or telling people when lunarians come on his watch he’s just doing it himself.

And then, thru the haze of hallucinations, he’s getting a very dangerous vendetta. He thinks if they capture him, he can murder them all and get Dazai and their brethren back. It’s the least he can do for them, because he’s strong and the strong must protect the weak. The shard of tourmaline he keeps he would talk too as well, and on his birthday, he carries it around with him.

Dazai’s return though? Chuuya wouldn’t believe it. Dazai would come to him first though, and it would be a shit show if you’ve ever seen one.

#asks #bsd #soukoku #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #hnk au #this is so #thinking #also this ask was so cute #😭😭 #I love and appreciate you all #to be someone’s favorite author I’m ?!?!?? #i send you all love and kisses

[missfingers]

Would u ever post a silly headcanon list for your favorite yakooza blorbo? Or a thtfy char? :)

ty for the question! im pretty bad at headcanon lists tbh - im one of those people whos ideas are very rooted in like. the Plot i guess so its hard to just come up with every day stuff. but i can make a list of stuff thats different with thtfy!majima since his character diverges so much from canon ! hes my meow meow

first of all, cane user obviously. his pain and walking improves throughout the years as his more severe injuries heal but he never really stops using it - he has bad pain days, and on those days he uses his cane, simple as.

he keeps the long hair for a lot longer than in canon - its a sort of fuck you to his abusers, they kept it long to hurt him but now he decides he likes it actually so if he likes how it looks then they cant use it to hurt him. he doesnt go back to the undercut until mid forties, and it isnt a straight away thing - he keeps his hair long on top but gets his undercut back, so he can still wear it in a braid, and eventually when saejima comes back is about where he decides he wants to cut it again

bigender. majima is bigender in canon to me but thtfy majimas a lot more open about casually living as a woman. she Kiiiinda knew before the hole but never really looked into it past doing drag casually, but around kiryu she starts exploring again and realises its deeper than that. its kind of a whole dumb thing - "if i start being serious about this will kiryu-chan get it? will he get all confused since he knows i already transitioned and he'll think i'm just faking it or going back the other way?" meanwhile kiryu sees her wear makeup one (1) singular time and falls in love all over again. he will beat the fuck out of ANYONE who says anything about her - she doesnt want him to really, but its kinda flattering

related to that is majimas fashion in general - he never adopts the mad dog persona so he never has the desire to dress up all insane flashy or anything, just the regular amount of ugly 80s clothes. during the 90s its mainly slacks and patterned shirts when masc and tightfitting fem stuff but once they hit mid thirties and have hisa (ill get to hisa. maybe) they kinda throw in some more casual fem stuff? having hisa makes them more secure in just being casually a mother and not having to Dress Up to be a girl so theres a lot of long flowy skirts, off the shoulder sweaters, crop tops etc

hes a seahorse dad. not being in the yakuza means he finally gets to pursue his dream of actually being a father. makoto is transfem hes transmasc so it works out

if youve ever read way of the househusband .... 30+ thtfy!majima is essentially tatsu the immortal dragon. lot of changes obviously but hes a housewife who still employs a very yakuza ideology to the whole thing. and he LOVES HIS FUCKING WIFE

thats all for now maybe cause this is getting very long but i have a LOT more including hisa, majimas relationship with nishida in this au, morning glory, etc etc :) (send me more asks i lolve more asks eeheheehehehehe)

#THANK YOU SO MUCHHH I GET SO HAPPY WHENEVER ANYONE ASKS ABOUT THTFY !!!!!!!!!!!1 #rgg #lucy.txt

[lina-andel]

Call me 🌺 anon...

Well this is the first time i made a request on anything sooooo....

A cult!au where their s/o loves to cook and experimenting with recipes....

Like on random day s/o suddenly came up/wants to try out with new recipes and needed some people to be her guinea pigs...

Or if you want a more fluff one: whenever their acolytes are upset or something else like on their birthdays their s/o makes their favs and such

I like to see Venti, Kazuha, Zhongli, Aether, and Xiao.... Maybe klee and Razor also

I'm sorry if it's a bit too much tbh I'm not familiar with how asks works and such

Hey, 🌺 anon, welcome!

It's ... a little too many characters, so I'm only going to write a few, okay?

And yes, did you accidentally submit the request twice? I just have two identical questions from you...

Venti: Cooking? Oh, that's great! Venti is always welcome to try your dishes, especially if they are apple! And he is also the easiest to find - just call him and he will quickly appear, because the wind will carry his call to you very quickly!

-"Did you call me, Your Highness? Oh, of course, I'll try! Don't worry, you always succeed!"

Aether: He is a traveler, which means he knows a lot of recipes and loves to study them even more. You can always discuss cooking with him and he will bring you missing ingredients from any corner of Teiwat - he has been everywhere, so he knows where to get something that is not usually sold in stores. He also loves when you cook for him, so he always asks for something with him when he is going to wander again.

"Your Grace, I brought what you asked for. Anything else? Of course I will bring it soon. And... can you give me something for my journey, please? Not sure if I will find a cauldron for cooking..."

Kazuha: He rarely stays in one place, and therefore it is more difficult to catch him for tasting than others, because although he hears what the wind brings, he is still a person - it takes him longer to get to than others. But today is a special day - you called him under the pretext of a "surprise", from which he immediately moved forward, asking Aether to help him get to you faster.

A cake and his favorite food were waiting for him on the table, and you stood at the head and smiled, rejoicing in his arrival.

"Happy birthday Kazuha!"

"Is this... for me? Thank you, Your Highness, I am flattered by this attention to me. Let's celebrate my birthday together."

Xiao: He usually refuses to eat anything other than the Traveler's almond tofu and salad, but this is not the case with you - either because you cook something similar, or because he can't refuse you when he sees your pleading look. And in general, it's hard for God to refuse. Therefore, he turns out to be just like Venti - very quickly, you just have to tell his name.

"Your Highness? Is something wrong? Oh... taster? Well... you can't be denied."

#genshin #genshin impact: cult au #genshin impact #self aware genshin #yandere genshin impact

[mickules]

Are you gonna do tumblr plus? Because you’re my favorite blog but I’m broke and have no money 😭

Oh. . .Oh nooooooooo

HA, yeah, no fear, I'm not signing up for tumbl's li'l scheme.

Art for me is a definitely a passion, but I've zero plans on monetising it at the moment since I'm lucky enough to make a decent wage driving trains. I don't even have ads enabled on my youtube cos making money from fanworks is a copyright nightmare that I don't want to navigate. That and navigating my tax return

(also tho, "favourite blog"!! AHH! you flatter me! :D)

[from this comic] @mortonmurphy Sorry for the so response there - I'm not so good at replying in a timely manner, but thank you so much for such a lovely, heartfelt ask! I totally sympathise with feeling intimidated; I've felt the same way sending asks before, it can be oddly daunting! I'm so happy to hear you liked that comic; It seems to have resonated with a lot of people and that's really so wonderful, just warms my heart! The Dangan cast have such good chemistry, there are infinite scenarios and dynamics to play with; Taka and Hina being supports for each other as survivors is a top tier hypothetical! DR + AA cross-overs are PEAK EXCELLENCE, they just fit so well together! Ace Attorney is an old, old friend to me, and I've had that [particular comic idea] sorta floating about the noggin, I'm really pleased with how it turned out :) Thanks so much! :D

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@a-lien-kai (!! Oh!! :-O high praise that it's my nonsense that got you liking Taka :D Glad you're liking this strange little AU I've been having fun with!) good news; I've drawn a little Gundham before in [this dump] ! but I'll post him here again; before and after putting on his face for the day:

[from these asks here] Oh my absolute sympathies; being born to a family of morning people is a terrible fate.

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from the [same ask dump] as the Gundham one ^ (:-) happy to hear you get smiles from my art!! thanks so much! :D) Resting Ishimaru Bitch face kills me XD, and Taka, Peko and Maki share such a similar intense energy, that I love the idea that it's a shared genetic family trait.

SORRY FOR THE DELAY THERE!! (might be a moot point, but I figure it's worth still answering!) Putting it on tumblr and tagging me should be a good way for me to find it, that's totally fine! I've also no problem with you mentioning my account name on AO3, that's A-OK by me ;) I appreciate you checking just in case. (also, gift fic!! I'm still like -> :-0!! so cool!)

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Yesssss! It's a good sign when multiple people wanna share the same fic! I love the enthusiasm! "Trinkets" by Sapphin3 has a very interesting idea; I do enjoy people exploring how those who died in the killing game might react to the consequences of their untimely deaths, (and "Touch starved" is a short but very sweet look at some Taka/Hiro step-bro interactions) A+!

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OH! I've read the first few chapters of "The Problem with Perfection" by DracotheDeathEatingCupcake, and I'm really digging the exploration of Taka as less self-assured, dealing with the anxiety caused by the constant pressure of the expectation he's under. It's got such a strong narrative voice, you really feel the stress and insecurities that Taka is fighting with, and the ending of ch.1 OOF what a GUT-PUNCH!

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I've not read Killer Killer, but as a concept; a serial killer targeting serial killers is sincerely REALLY COOL, kinda like the whole 'Sparkling Justice' background character from SDR2, and more Mukuro is always appreciated. . . Though I do feel it'd work perfectly well as a stand-alone concept, outside of the Dangan universe, I might check it out.

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I've also had some kind DMs along this vein and I'm very flattered by the interest, but I have to say that I'm not planning on doing requests or commissions, I do very much appreciate the enquiry however!

(I don't mean to single this particular asker out - especially since they don't have their own tumbl but thought it was a good opportunity to mention!)

@randomqueenkitcat1121 Absolutely Do! I hope you have a great time with it! You can get persona 4 golden on steam which is like a HD remake - the original came out on the PS2. I'll admit I've not managed to finish it yet cos I am capital B- BAD at video games, but it really explores some A+++ themes! (AHHH! what lovely compliments!! :D Glad you enjoy the dorks and their shenanigans! :D )

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I think Avatar is a good show! I watched it a lot when I was younger, as it had a ton of re-runs on terrestrial tv. The world concept and building is excellent, and it works so well with how the plot requires a world spanning journey. The characters all have real rapport, and genuine growth across the series, all wrapped up in gorgeous animation, trés bien. In general I tend to gravitate towards more 'sci fi' concepts than 'fantasy/swords and sorcery' ones, so avatar is certainly an outlier there.

[from this fanart!] These suggestions all have REAL cryptid energy, and honestly; the idea of a free-range Hooty equivalent? Nightmares

[this post] and its [re-draw]

@cicicookie12 I too live the curse of pale ass Irish skin; you have my many sympathies, and my factor 50+ suncream.

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@yaysof11037 I dunno why we're surprised - Taka's speedo is so in character it's ridiculous, how did we not all see this coming?

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OK LOOK, I DID NOT MEAN TO FLATTEN HIS ASS! There are only so many ways to draw someone FACE DOWN ASS UP in a SPEEDO and not make it the WRONG SIDE OF SPICY

Speedos leave nothing to the imagination

consider it an optical illusion.

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In general I'd have liked to have seen more one piece swimming costumes (like Komaru's from the promo image) for the sportier/shyer girls, and more abs on our strong women which is what they deserve damn it!

However, there does seem to be some thought put into matching the characters personalities which was a pleasant surprise to say the least. Sakura, Korekiyo, Chihiro and Kiibo's are PEAK; tho' I wish Sonia had kept her wetsuit, plus we were robbed of Kazuichi and Hajime's matching camo speedos, which would've upped our disappointing speedo count from 2 to a slightly better 4 It would've been hilarious if Celeste had remained fully clothed the whole time.

Fingers in his ass never left.

(next set of asks [about parent trap au]) (previous set of asks [mostly about takaaki/hiroko] )

#ask #anon #yaysof11037 #mortonmurphy #a-lien-kai #randomqueenkitcat1121 #spacepaprika #cicicookie12 #this one is mostly miscellaneous queries and I've popped 'em all together #long post #part 1 of like 7 big ol' ask posts #fanfic recs #fingers in his ass almost sunday #dangan-answer-ranpan #mick answer #mickules #so many words- I apologise

[a-very-tired-raven]

I’ve never used tumblr before so sorry if I’m doing this wrong

I love your writing and I was wondering if se could get an x reader fic with spamton where the reader has a small portable instrument (melodica, ocarina, ect) that they carry around town with them and play? Thank you for reading my request!

What's up Broski! Welcome to this burning mess of a website! And nah man your fine :) just remember if you settle down here there is no escape from tumblr lol. You should run before it's to late(or stay if you want! We welcome you with open arms and disturbingly funny memes)

Sorry it took a week to answer I needed some motivation 😅 I wanted to do this as soon as I saw it because I play instruments myself! I hope you don't mind the instruments I used! I also made this in an AU where everyone's on the surface!

•A Special Little Tune•

There was a nice gentle autumn breeze going by today Spamton thought as he walked down the busy little town. People and monsters alike were rushing all around getting ready for the carnival coming to town later tonight, it really was exciting Spamton thought to himself as he continued down the shaded path. He had never been to a carnival before and he figured he'd give it a go, I mean you really only live once right? Plus he will admit the cosmo candy apples did sound delicious.

After a few more moments of walking he stopped abruptly. He looked to the side, where..where did that beautiful tune come from? He followed the sound, seemly hypnotized by the unique melody. Eventually, after side stepping countless monsters he found what he was looking for.

There! Standing on a curb was a human playing an absolutely mesmerizing song. You seemed lost in your own little world as you played your trumpet with ease.

Along next to you stood one other human and monster, one had a harmonica at least he thought thats what they call it and the other had a guitar. Your unique little trio played together in amazing harmony and practiced ease.

He stood there in wonder for what seemed forever as you played, and played, and played.

Eventually he was disappointed to hear the song end. His disappointment immediately turned into panic as he realized you were all packing up.

He ran over and dropped a hefty tip in your jar. While you all packed up he awkward stood there. He didn't really know why, he just kinda felt the need to speak to you.

You all finished quickly and you finally turned to him.

"Can I help you with something little dude?" You had an amused but curious face staring down at his small form. You'd noticed He'd been watching you play for a long time, seeming to have been in a trance.

He anxiously snapped out of his spell and looked you in the face.

"Heh I just wanted to tell you that you played..really well? It was rather lovely.."

He fumbled over his words trying to figure out exactly how to say what he wanted to say, while you just stood there clearly amused with his rambling.

"-nd it's really great you can clearly see how much practice you all put in to it and I um...I hope to hear it again...some time?"

You turned your head and gave your small crew the "Gimme a sec!" Sign and turned back around. "Heh,thanks a lot little man I'm flattered you like it really." You paused for a moment in thought. "Say.. you really like our music right?"

Spamton immediately nodded with excitement. You chuckle at how enthusiastic he looked.

"And ya wanna hear more right?" Again he nodded so hard he made himself dizzy.

"Hmm well I suppose I can make an arrangement.." You tapped your chin in thought for a moment as spamton restlessly waited for your reply.

"Y'know the carnival that's coming to town in a few hours"

Spamton felt confused for a moment "Uh yeah? What about it?"

You gave a soft smile "Well you see my little friend, me an' my buds over there are gonna playing there. Right on this big stage, as one of the big events. Can't miss it"

Spamton couldn't believe his ears..were your trio really that popular? Popular enough to be considered big shots? And to play at a yearly carnival? "Oh wow.. that's impressive" You nod in agreement.

"Mhm and I was thinkin.. you wind up coming to the carnival tonight and to our show on time you can be my special guest and come right up on stage. Get to experience the magic first hand and alla that." You shrugged and waved your hands when you finished.

He blinked at you for a moment. "Wait..really? I can come up on stage with you and all of those people?" He couldn't believe it. All those humans and monsters.. staring at all of you with glee... and he could hear your absolutely mesmerizing songs..

"If you get there on time then yeah. Show starts around 9:30 sharp. Don't miss it." You start to walk off but turn around last second right when he was about to thank you. "Oh and here you might need this." You handed him a card.

"It's kinda like a VIP pass" You explained when he gave you an odd look. "Except it's for the dudes back stage so they know who my special guest will be" You laughed at how excited he looked.

"Thank you, so much...I can't wait to hear more of your music." And when he looked up you were gone without a trace. He blinked for a few seconds and looked back down at the little card

"The Coven Calls." Huh..so that was your little groups name. He smiled to himself, he could barely wait to see you again.

After hours of getting ready, exploring what the carnival had to offer, and anxiously pacing holes in the ground it was finally 9:27. He double checked his watch and ran straight to the middle of the carnival, hurriedly trying to fund the stage.

After a few seconds of stressing he found it. There, right in the middle a huge stage with a huge sign and stood there in awe for a few moments. Wow you weren't kidding when you said you can't miss it were you?

With only a few minutes left to spare her ran up the short flights up stairs that were in the back of the huge build. He stopped in front of two huge monsters keeping guard.

One of them held out a hand while the other looked down at him. "You got a pass kid?" He asked Spamton.

Spamton immediately shot up straight and whent digging in his pocket. "Oh! um yes here..where is it..." He held up a single finger "Heh please excuse me for a moment."

After a few beats of silence and awkward searching He pulled out the pass you gave him and handed it to the monster with his hand out. After confirming with each that this indeed was the special guest invited they both nodded and stepped aside.

He immediately ran through and worked his way through to the side of the stage. After waiting for a few moments he seen you and your two buddies up on the center of the stage with everything set up. Right before you started you turned and winked at him before facing the crowd once more.

You took your mic and spoke with great confidence. "What's up everybodyy! How we doin' tonight?!" The crowd immediately cheered various different responses. "That's awesome!" You gave the crowd an easy grin. "Now! Before we start I'd like to thank the big boss-man for inviting me and my crew here!"

The whole audience burst out with laughter and soft chuckles. "Heh, we're happy to be here!" Your two buddies gave nods of agreement. "And second! I'm sure all of you have been curious for who the mystery man would be,and I proud to present to you all! Welcome to the one and only, Spamton G Spamton!!"

Spamton let out a surprised yelp as he was shoved into the center of the stage right beside your group, as hundreds of people cheered and clapped at his introduction. He beamed at the attention of everyone as he smiled and wintroduction.

This was it. The moment he'd been waiting for! Hundreds of people and monsters cheering at his introduction. He hadn't noticed the chair that'd been slid behind him and was startled when he was pulled into a sitting position.

When the crowd finally died down you gave him a brief thumbs up and picked your microphone back up. "Thank you everyone! and now the moment you all have been craving! Presenting one and only trio.. Coven Calls! Now lemme hear you give us a call!"

And with that the crowd erupted into cheers and you all started playing. He sat there for hours getting absolutely lost in the music. Spamton didn't notice the soft look he was giving you at all.

After a while Spamton was a bit confused on why he wasn't enjoying his stage time more, this was what he had always had wanted right? His dream?..

After a moment he realized why he really wanted to be here and finished watching you play.

After about 3 hours had passed you all played your final song and the audience all cheered like they never have before(including spamton, he was right there clapping and cheering with everything he had in him).

The three of you let out your signature grins and poses as you shouted "And Thank you!! Thank you ALL of coming and have a radical night everyone!" And with that, the curtains closed.

He immediately stood up and nervously walked over to your merry little band as you all packed up. When you had finished you looked back down at him once more.

You gave a cheery smirk as you crossed your arms "Well, little dude? What'd ya think of out performance? You enjoy it?" You genuinely asked him.

He gave you a bashful smile as a warm peach spread across his face. "Yes, I certainly did. It was marvelous, absolutely stunning and I'd love to hear you play again sometime."

You faltered for a moment. "T-Thanks man that means a lot. And I believe I could arrange something." You gave a soft smile as you spoke.

Spamton suddenly felt a little anxious as he was trying to gather what he wanted to say. "Could I speak with you for a moment?" He gave a pleading smile. You gave a confused look but sighed and told your guys to give you a moment. They nodded and whent to put everyone's equipment up.

You smiled and leaned againt one of the support beams. "Alrighty,go ahead."

He sighed and gave you a determined look before speaking. "Look Y/N,I've always wanted to be someone big,or at least please a crowd and make them happy to see me. Thanks to you I got to do that today." Your smile dropped for a moment before he continued with a nervous smile.

"I was a bit confused as to why I was taking this moment for granted when I realized. I wasn't excited because I was on stage,I was excited to stand there and listen to you play. You play beautifully and I don't think I've ever heard someone play an instrument as well as that." You look completely lost but nodded.

He sighed. "Look what I trying to say here is that your truly talented and I want want listen to play again one day. Many days in fact. So.. would you like to go out to dinner with me sometime? " He anxiously twiddle his fingers as he waited for your response with a mad blush on his face,

You were stunned into silence with a blood red blush on your face. After a beat of silence you recovered and looked down at him with a suddenly shy smile.

"Heh.. yeah, I'd like that man. I really would.."

Spamton couldn't believe his ears. He gave you a crazy grin as you let out a chuckle.

"How about tomorrow? 6PM sharp?" You suggested.

"Yeah that'd be fine."

He followed you as you walked down the stage as you both happily discussed your plans, completely ignoring the smug look your band mates were giving you.

jsbshsNDBSNSN I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD. IM TIRED- THIS TOOK SO LONG- PLEASE ENJOY IT I BEG-

#ravenwrites #raven writes #Spamton #spamton g spamton #spamton x reader #deltarune spamton #spamton deltarune #spamton dr #dr spamton #jdhshshs this took so long #EdgyAnswers #edgy answers

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

you write some of the BEST longer (and all) fics I’ve ever read in my godforsaken life. any tips on how to write longer stories, how you plan things out, and what you do when you get stuck?

Hello nonny - I'm sorry it's taken me a bit to answer. I am, honestly, really exhausted. My real life is quite busy right now and will be for the foreseeable future so I don't have a lot of time to spare.

First of all, I'm flattered by how much you enjoy my fics. I'm really grateful that my fics can bring you such joy.

Second of all, I've been writing for a really long time and honestly that means I'm terrible at giving advice. A lot of stuff is kind of instinctual at this point and so it's hard for me to take what I do and actually step back and examine it, identify it, and explain it to others. Just as a quick disclaimer before I jump in.

What I can say, is that I've found stories take longer than you think they will. So don't worry too much if your story initially feels too short. When it comes to original work where you're coming up with stuff for the plot (as opposed to fic where we can get away with a lot less plot if we feel like it), you can always try the good old trick of asking yourself, "what's the worst thing that can happen?" and then writing that and figuring out how the characters deal with that and get out of it.

You can plan things out, in fact I encourage it, because there are few things more frustrating than stories that go on forever and ever because the writer doesn't know where it's going or when to end it. But don't beholden yourself to any particular style of planning. I subscribe to the very basic "then this happens then this happens then this happens" bullet-point-style thing that is quite informal.

You can always, if you're planning a novel (or something you hope to be novel-length), use the basics like, say, Hero's Journey or Five-Act Structure or hell even Save the Cat (although that's originally for screenwriting, it's basic enough that you can adapt it for anything without breaking a sweat). You shouldn't force yourself to stick to these by the letter, obviously. Use it as a starting guide, then feel free to fuck around with it as much as you want so that you feel comfortable and happy with your end result.

Don't beat yourself up if, say, you wanted to write a 50k story and it ends up being a 30k story. If you're hitting the beats you want to hit, that's what matters.

And don't ever be afraid to slow down. I feel like sometimes writers can take forever to write a scene where essentially nothing happens (there are only so many times we can hear about characters walking, TOLKIEN), but more often, people rush through things because you just want to get it DONE. When the true emotions and joys and despairs in a scene can be in the little things. Let your characters breathe.

Especially let them breathe in between big dramatic things happening. You don't go on drop after drop in a roller coaster. You have slower parts in between, and you take your time going up the hill that leads to the drop. Shakespeare is rather famous for putting a random comedic scene in his tragic plays - a person just walks on and starts cracking jokes at the audience in a monologue. This gives the audience a chance to laugh, let out some tension, and then they've got energy again to handle the high emotions and tragedy that are going to follow. Let your characters breathe, include an interlude or a lighthearted scene, and in doing so you let your audience breathe. And it lengthens your story!

Be sure to have a good balance between character and plot. For example in the Castle AU, I write down all the stuff that happens in the case, then I write down all the character stuff that happens and I try to make sure there is an equal amount of each in the chapter. What's the plot this chapter? A magician is murdered to cover up a billionaire faking his death. What's the character this chapter? Buck's book is published, leading to developments in Buck and Eddie's relationship. Ask yourself those two questions every chapter: What's the plot? What's the character? Always try and have both.

As for when I get stuck... I usually try and talk through it with a friend - you'd be surprised what talking about something out loud will do to help you figure out the issue. Another thing is to ask a trusted friend to give you their WORST ideas for what should happen next. You'll get a good laugh out of it, and often, hearing what you DON'T want to do, or hearing what you don't like, will shake free the idea you DO want to do and do like. Also, TAKE BREAKS. You'd be surprised how many times you just needed to look at it with a fresh pair of eyes.

Another trick is, "when you're stuck, the problem is usually about five sentences back." I forget if it's five sentences - it might be a couple paragraphs, or a page - but the point is, if you're feeling stuck, go back a bit. Usually, the point where you started to put yourself in a corner is actually back there, and if you retrace your steps and take a different route/adjust things there, you'll free yourself.

That's all my tired brain soup could conjure up right now. I hope it's helpful. Oh! Don't imprison yourself by saying "and this chapter will be X many words." Having a word count goal for your story overall is great, but don't force each chapter to be 10k or whatever. Let it flow naturally. And never, ever let your writing goal, whatever it may be, get in the way of having fun.

I hope all this is helpful in some way. Again, thank you for your kind words, I'm glad you enjoy my writing so much. Please take care of yourself and treat yourself today if you can.

#mads answers things #writing advice #I suppose #I don't know how helpful any of this will be if it feels generic and bullshit then I'm sorry

[nashibirne]

Where The Wild Roses Grow - An August Walker Story

Pairing: August Walker x OFC (Fern) Summary: Don't screw the crew? This doesn't work for August Walker Warnings: Smut, Sex, 18+, NSFW, unprotected sex, oral sex mentioned, kinda soft August This is kinda AU, because August survived the events of MI:Fallout Unbeta'ed! English is not my mother tongue, so consider yourself warned Disclaimer: I don't own August Walker (but he owns me...) Credits: Pics for the header from Pinterest

A big thank you to the wonderful @legendarywizarddetective Honey, thanks for your support, your advice and your opinion. You have no idea, how much I appreciate your help <3 xxx

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You can find the next parts and my other fics on my Masterlist

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Chapter 1

Fern

I'm bent over my desk, still recovering from my orgasm, while August is railing me hard from behind to reach his own climax. It doesn't take him long. He comes with a suppressed growl that turns into a satisfied moan slowly. As usual he pulls out right after, gives me a playful slap on my naked butt and stuffs his dick back into his pants with a smug smile.

He never undresses to fuck me and he never asks me to get naked. He just hitches up my skirt or dress, pulls my panties out of the way and enters my pussy with his fingers, his tongue or his dick. My clothes have turned into some kind of code with time. If I wear trousers I know he won't touch me, so if I choose to wear a pair of jeans it's my way to say no. If I wear a skirt or a dress he knows he can have me if he wants to. It doesn't happen every day or on a regular basis, sometimes we fuck five days in a row and sometimes we don't for two weeks and that's part of its charm.

Whenever it happens, it is always quick and dirty and pretty good. Sure, there's no tenderness, no cuddling, hardly any kissing but it still is great sex. Satisfying and uncomplicated, no strings attached. I never thought I could enjoy physical love without being emotionally involved, but with August it works somehow. I don't even know how it happened, can hardly tell how this started. 

I used to work at the CIA as a team assistant, he was THE notorious agent, August "The Hammer" Walker, effective, discreet, intimidating, mysterious, larger-than-life. Yeah, I know, this alone sounds sexy as hell and you haven't even seen him. Tall, broad shouldered, dark hair, blue eyes, face like an angel but his signature mustache and the three-days-stubble giving it a dangerous touch. We got along quite well but it was all strictly professional back then. He always kept a distance, not only from me but from everyone and I knew he was well out of my league anyway, even if we hadn't worked together. 

After the disaster with Ethan Hunt I was shocked, devastated even, because I'd never expected him to be a traitor and I was sure I'd seen the last of him after the events in Kashmir. To my big surprise he contacted me a few weeks after. He had somehow survived the fight with Hunt and the explosion and bailed himself out of this mess. I still don't know how he made it, what or who he sold to the government but it must have been a huge deal because they cleared his record and he was free to do whatever he wanted under one condition, he had to leave the country. He chose to make a fresh start in London and to set up a cyber security business with a partner. This partner is Peter Brooks, who is an ex-hacker August knows from some CIA investigations, and they are the perfect team -August sells security, Peter programs it, August is responsible for the hardware, Pete for the software. And a good team needs a team assistant and that was the point where I got involved.

I don't know why he asked me of all people, maybe because he knew I was unattached and because we had already proven that we worked together well. I asked him several times for his reasons but he always shrugged it off. I was hesitant about taking his offer, of course I was, I didn't trust him anymore, he had been public enemy number one and to be honest I was scared. I was afraid of him, of what he could be up to, of the potential for violence he was radiating and his criminal energy in general, but he offered me lots of money, a wonderful apartment in Shoreditch and he promised me that he would never expose me to any kind of danger, that he'd changed and that I would never have to do something illegal for him. I believed him, mostly because I wanted to. I was desperate to add a little adventure to my boring existence and earning much more than an average assistant plus living in one of the greatest cities in the world seemed to be an attractive prospect. Up to now I haven't regretted my decision.

August has kept his word. There are no signs that the company is involved in any illegal deals and as far as I know he is not scheming or hiding something. Actually I'm quite sure of that because we all know that the federal authorities keep a close eye on him and his little business. Moreover we've got to know each other quite well and I imagine that I would know if he was hiding something from me. Maybe I would, maybe it's just wishful thinking but I tend to say that I can judge him quite well by now. That's not surprising actually, considering how much time we spend together, 12 to 16 hours a day, five to six days a week.

How did the sex thing begin you ask? I don't really know. Maybe it was the glances he started to give me, the attention I wasn't used to. I just started to feel good around him, sexy and wanted. Of course it's flattering that a handsome man like him shows interest in someone like me, even if it's just physical.

I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one. He travels a lot, is away for days or weeks sometimes and I know he doesn't end up lonely in his hotel room every night. But we have kind of a don't-ask-don't-tell-policy and I'm fine with it.

The first time we fucked was a good year ago and 9 months after I came to London to work for Walker & Brooks SecTec. I wore one of my summer dresses, dark blue with white dots, plain but cute, and August complimented me on my outfit several times that day. He had never done this before. When I was just about to leave he suddenly stood in the doorway of my office and looked at me with a feral grin that gave me goosebumps. "What?" I asked him with a frown. 

"Nothing. It's just...you better not wear that dress again at work." His grin turned into a smirk. 

"Why? You said you like it." I looked down at my body, feeling self-conscious all of the sudden. 

"Right. I like it a little too much, Fern." 

I gave him a sheepish smile. "What's that supposed to mean?" He came closer, standing right in front of me now. 

"It means you look so delicious in that dress, you're giving me a hard time trying to control myself around you." 

I was speechless in that moment and pretty sure that he was making fun of me. In my whole life there hadn't been a single man that had problems with his self control around me. I'm just not the kind of woman that drives a guy out of his mind.

"That's not funny."

"It's not supposed to be funny. I'm serious."

He looked me deep in the eyes, his face was just inches away from mine. Suddenly he grabbed me by my waist and spinned me around, pulling me close to him. "Your ass is so juicy in that dress, your waist so small, your breasts so beautiful, I just can't stop thinking about touching you." He whispered all this into my ear and then I felt his lips on my neck. They brushed the sensitive flesh just lightly. He did nothing more for a moment, and I knew he hesitated to give me a chance to turn him down, to say no to him. I didn't. I said yes that day. I let him kiss my neck. I let him squeeze my ass. I let him caress my tits. I turned around and kissed him and I moaned into his mouth under his touch. I felt how hard he was, how much he wanted me and it was the greatest turn-on. All the dirty things he told me, the magic his skilled hands worked on my body, the sexual energy and the dominance he was radiating from every pore - I was putty in his hands, willing to give him everything...everything I had craved since I'd moved here. I was touch starved, there hadn't been a single date or something because my whole life was like eat-work-sleep-repeat. He fucked me on my desk that day. Standing between my legs -my dress hitched up, my panties lying in the corner of the room- he thrust his big dick into my needy pussy with force and without mercy, giving me one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

***

August

Fern. I know she hates her name, but if you ask me, it's beautiful. Old fashioned in a good way, special, innocent and very pretty. Just like the woman who bears it. You wonder if that's the reason why I asked her to work for me? Because she's so pretty with her long honeyblond hair and the big brown eyes? You think I hired her because I wanted to fuck her right from the start? I'm sorry to disappoint you but you're wrong. I didn't see her that way in the beginning. 

When we worked together for the CIA she was in a relationship anyway. We never talked about it, it was all strictly professional back then, but she had this picture of a guy on her desk, a good looking man with a boyish smile and the aura of an intellectual snob. Eventually the picture vanished and wasn't replaced by a new one so I assumed she was unattached, which was one reason I considered her to be suitable. But the main reason was that she is simply very good at her job. Of all the assistants we had she was the best organized and structured one, she is smart and her quickness is extraordinary. She's friendly and sociable but most of all she is loyal and has integrity. In the old days you'd called her virtuous and that was exactly what I was looking for.

I knew to start a new life, a life as an upright citizen, I'd need help. Help from someone like her, not from someone like my partner Peter who struggles with keeping things legal too. To put it in a nutshell, I needed a moral compass and she was the right woman for the job and she still is. Keeping us on track, guiding us without even knowing it just by her natural sense of justice. Of course it was hard to convince her to trust me and to make her give up her life in the states and to begin anew in London and when she finally agreed it was a big relief.

Yeah, yeah, yackety-yack, you say? But why did you start to fuck her? 

Well, the not so flattering answer is, I did it because I wanted to know if I could. Peter said no. Never ever would a smart woman like Fern fuck her boss, he said when we talked about it one boozy evening. The two of us were celebrating a huge deal and I said something like I'd love to give Fern a special reward for her good work and he laughed out loud when he realized what I meant.

Well, I love a good challenge and there was something in her eyes, a gleam, a spark, that told me she was looking for an adventure, for anything to make her life a little more exciting and I was willing to give her what she was craving. And so it began.

It was supposed to be a one-off, just to prove to myself that I was able to seduce her but after the first time I wanted more. The way she let me fuck her and the way her body responded to mine was just too good to not do it again. She knows it's just sex, I didn't even have to explain it to her, it is obvious. As I said she's a quick thinker and she knows what it means that I don't even strip off my pants, that I just get out my dick to rail her.

Sometimes I eat her pussy before I fuck her, sometimes I make her ride my fingers, but I never undress myself or her. And she doesn't seem to care, she likes it and she never asks for more. She just wants a good orgasm and that's what she gets. She cums easily, she's clearly not one of the women who need a lot of time to have an orgasm, who need a long foreplay and cuddles afterwards and that's great because I'm not the right man for this kind of intimacy. I'm just a man who wants a good, satisfying fuck. I don't need love, I just need sex.

And today she's just given me that. After making her come with my mouth I fucked her hard on her desk and it was great. But now it's back to business, we have a job to do and Peter will be back from his lunch break in a few minutes. Of course he knows what's going on but we never fuck when he's around. I would because it's none of his business what happens behind closed doors but Fern is scared that he could walk in on us. "I could never look him in the eyes again, August. I swear I'd die from embarrassment." That's what she said when I wanted to have my ways with her in my office with Peter working next door one day. Virtuous, as I said. Luckily she's not such a prude when we're alone.

"Here's the Henderson file, I signed the contract. Send it back to them please." She nods and takes the papers from my hand. She's sitting behind her desk, the one I just fucked her on, and I love the thought that my cum is dripping into her panties right now. She never reeks of sex though, I guess she always has fresh panties in her handbag and she washes her pussy in the bathroom when we're done. Well organized and always prepared, that's Fern.

"I need to leave a little earlier today if that's okay. I have an appointment." She looks at me with a smile that I don't return. I hardly ever smile and she knows it. She doesn't take offence and keeps on giving me her sweet smiles that often brighten up my busy days and I appreciate it.

"Sure. What kind of appointment?"

She raises an eyebrow. "Curious much, huh?"

"It's job related...ex agent...you know how it is." I grin and turn to leave because I don't expect an answer.

"Piano lessons." Her voice makes me stop and turn around.

"So you finally decided to do it."

"Yeah. I thought a lot about what you told me. That you're never too old to learn stuff and to start with something new. So I decided to give it a try."

"That's good, Fern. I'm sure you're gonna nail it."

"Thanks, August. To be honest I'm pretty nervous. I still think I might be too old to learn it properly."

"You're only 32 and you don't have to become the next Rachmaninoff."

She laughs and it sounds as clear as a bell. "I'll keep that in mind." "Good girl." 

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#august walker #august walker smut #august walker x ofc #august walker fanfiction #henry cavill #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fanfiction #mission impossible fallout #august walker au #august walker fic

[coffee-in-veins]

a modern AU no one asked for

for whatever reason, my brain decided to short-circuit, and create a modern AU of sorts

Dismas, looking like a typical bandit (and being one in the past) now a children's book writer who runs solely on coffee, spite, and exhaustion and Reynauld, a very polite and by the book editor, who has a suburban ideal house and knows how to cook, goes to the gym, and is just polite and wholesome (and used to be a terrorising SWAT officer)

they used to be people who were trying to kill each other during the turf wars but then got too close to death and decided to change jobs

and then accidentally ran into each other again

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"Good morning, mister...?"

"Dismas."

"Weren't your surname--"

“Just Dismas, I'm not that old... if you're calling, I assume you've read the drafts?"

"I did and... are you sure that "The ways of creative cussing" is supposed to be a children's book?"

"Oh, gangbang me with a mechanical keyboard..."

"Ga-- Pardon?!"

"Look, I was hangover when I finished that hungry little chicken going in the moor whatever thing--"

"The Adventures of little Robin?"

"Yeah, that. And I mixed up the drafts..."

"You were hangover when you were writing a children's book?!"

"Ye, it's the only condition I can tolerate the lil' turds. Why?"

"Why would you write a children's book if you hate children?!"

" 'cause I like being able to afford food?"

"I'm speechless"

"Aww, I'm flattered you liked the drafts so much, should I send the chicken--"

"Robin"

"Yeah, that one, too?"

"I... yeah. Why not at this point." = = =

so poor Rey becomes an editor to the man who starts trying to put in creatively camouflaged swears in the children's books he is forced to write for a living as a way of saying "hi" and flirting with him because i'm in reymass hell and it's cozy in here

"Dismas!"

"Oh, hi, Rey, how--"

"Don't you 'hi, Rey' me! This is unacceptable!"

"Oh my, what happened?"

"You're asking what happened when you're the one who adds to my headache and adds swearing to kid's books?"

"Dearie me, what did I write?"

"I'm pretty sure I managed to find all of those travesties, and yes, I did notice despite you hiding them better lately. I found all of the typos and cussing"

"Hmmm, and what were they?"

"I think I wrote them down somewhere, ah, here. 'hotshot a about how hey date hot', I think that was all. You were repeating yourself a lot this time."

"Fascinating. FYI, I was trying to emphasise the point, and it still didn't work. Try changing the word order."

"Huh? Okay... Hm. Oh, easy! 'Hey hotshot how about a hot date'... Wait..."

"Sure!"

"What?"

"What?"

"Sure what?"

"You asked me out"

"I did no-- I. Wait. Dismas?"

"Pfff, okay. I'll spell those out for you personally. How about this Friday?"

"I, um..."

"Look. Just... a couple of shots and if it goes poorly, I stop trying to get on your nerves with hidden cusses."

"No, I... I'm... well, I mean.... why not. Friday then?"

"See you, hotshot"

"Stop calling me that!" = = =

Dismas writes the bestselling book of "Tiny little cockerel and the gang go out with a bang!" (as a challenge for Rey; Rey is both horrified and cannot stop laughing that it actually works and resonates with people)

Read for a whole family, innuendos for every level of understanding, from a children's story to a not-so-children's story for tired adults who are forced to read bedtime stories for their little spawn kids! Only 39,99 in your local store! Get some interest in putting your kids to sleep! = = =

and then Dis shows Rey the glory of FANFICTION

Accidentally

"Dismas?"

"Hmm?"

"You mixed the drafts again"

"Oh... fuckassery of my life. Sorry, Rey, I was so exhausted yesterday... What did I send?"

"A... very interesting story, honestly."

"Huh? 'bout what?"

"A knight and a rogue who were traveling together"

"...what."

"A rogue with very rugged good looks, if the author to be believed"

"...no. No-no-no-no."

"And a knight with devilishly good muscles, according to that same source."

"...f-fuck me!"

"Well, apparently I did. Hm, no, sorry, sir knight did."

"Ugh... I'm... sorry. I really am. I didn't mean to se--"

"Is there a continuation?"

"What?"

"You know. A sequel."

"...can we go for a movie fan adaptation instead?"

"Depends. Wasn't the knight stubborn as a mule?"

"Rogue can be very persuasive, he promises"

"Hm. The knight will give it a thought. I wasn't joking about the sequel though. Is there any?"

"...I haven't seen the source of inspiration in a while"

"Ah. Okay then. Wednesday?"

"Deal"

#reymas #darkest dungeon #modern au #i have nowhere else to dump this #so this will stay here i guess #also i'm stupidly proud of the Tiny little cockerell and the fanfic bit #i've seen Junia writing fics about reymas #but i'm yet to see one of them write reymas self insert #i wonder if this counts as shitpost too #why can't i make gaps between paragraphs smaller #those huge gaps give me anxiety

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Devil on Your Team | Part 1

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: angst, smut

A\N: Asgard AU where Felix is Loki, Chan is Thor, and OC/reader is Lady Sif

Gif credit @915archive

“Will you join us this time, brother?”

Loki hesitates at Thor’s question. He was never good at the sort of thing that his friends enjoyed so, which made him a target for ridicule across the realm. What kind of man, a prince nonetheless, was so weak and fearful? Not a real man, that’s what.

Thor didn’t make it easier for him. Being the picture of the formidable, valiant warrior, he made Felix’s shortcomings all the more stark. Loki was all too aware of the comparisons people liked to make between them--they would fawn over how Thor was so brave, so strong, so much like the king that his frail little brother could never be. They would laugh and thank their stars that the fates were kind enough to have Thor be the old king’s first born and not his pitiful little brother.

Even Thor, who claimed to love him most in the world, was embarrassed of him. He always tried to egg him on and make him engage in “manlier” endeavors and forsake his witchcraft, forcing him along on his reckless adventures with his gang of hooligans so he would toughen up. How can he say that he loves him when he saw him as something that needed to be fixed? Thor didn’t love him. He pitied him.

Only you gazed upon him and accepted him for who he was. You knew too well what it felt like to be underestimated and ridiculed for being different, for daring to not adhere to their millenia-old customs of what makes one a good warrior or a proper lady. Every time he would hide and cry, you would find him and remind him that underestimating him will be their downfall, that true weakness is stupidity and arrogance and they had that in excess.

And there you were, coming to his defense once more.

“Shut up, you big oaf. Loki doesn’t care for our silly games.”

“Why not? All he has to do is sit back and not get in the way of our fair maiden and he should be fine.” Volstagg cuts in, followed by a series of chuckles that ebb and flow through the group.

“Volstagg.” Thor warns, shooting him a glare that quiets the snickering down, but by then it was too late, the damage had been done.

For, worse than the comparisons between himself and his golden brother, were those between him and the woman he loved so dearly.

Your close relationship made it so it was easy for people to jeer at the fact that the warrior lady is doing a man’s job while the prince practised such cowardly arts as magic that were meant for women. The comparison wasn’t flattering to either of you as he was thought of as a weakling and you as a woman trying to be a man.

“No, Volstagg, go on. Tell me what exactly you mean to say.” Again, you start defending him, ready to start a fight with the large man who began slinking back when faced with your unbridled fury. You were always so passionate about defending him, but Loki cannot let you keep doing that. He needed to prove that he could look after himself, not to impress those mindless thugs, but to prove to you that he could be a man for you, and provide you with protection just like any other man.

“I’m sure he’s just joking, my lady.” Loki interrupts and you look at him with surprised eyes that get all the wider as he continues, “It doesn’t matter anyway as I’ll be joining you.”

“My prince, you don’t have to--”

“I don’t have to do anything, my lady. I want to. Now let’s stop this useless bickering and go.”

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There was a nervous energy within the group the whole time they were in Alfheim. The men felt weird with Loki there and Loki felt weird with the warrior lady always hovering around.

“Lady, if I didn’t know any better I’d think that you were trying to guard me. I don’t need guarding. I can defend myself.” He didn’t want to snap at you like that but he desired so desperately for you to see him as a man for once.

“O-of course, my prince.” You splutter, a pretty blush on your face from being called out, and hesitantly take a few steps away from him, still not going far.

Loki huffs and charges forward carelessly, if you weren’t going to give him space, he will take it himself. And it’s precisely his attempt to distance himself from you that gets them in trouble.

“Brother, look out!” Thor shouts and Loki looks up barely in time to see an elf descend on him from the tree he was under. Shouts rise up and fill the air as their party gets ambushed by the rogue elves they were after.

Loki gets outnumbered, one of the elves delivering a blow to him before you can make your way to him. But your party quickly overcomes their momentary shock and works fast to push back the elves, steadily gaining control and shifting the tides in your favor.  Eventually, you beat the band of rogue elves and send them scattering back into the woods.

When the fight dies down, things only get worse for Loki as you rush to cradle his body in your arms, thinking he is unconscious, before turning back to the men. “Shame on you! If you hadn’t been absolute pricks to him, he wouldn’t have felt the need to prove himself to you and get himself hurt. Why must you be like this?”

“I’m sorry, my lady.” Thor speaks up, sounding genuinely upset too.

“Oh, shove it up your big behind, my prince.” You growl, lifting Loki up in your arms and moving towards the portal to go back home.

Even without opening his eyes, he can feel your worried gaze on his face and it kills him.

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Loki became closed off the entire period he was healing. The more you fussed over him, the quieter he got. He was so disappointed in himself and you taking care of him only wounded his ego further.

“Stop babying me, woman. You’re worse than the lot of them. Would you like me to hand you a pair of scissors so you can snip my balls off and hang them around your neck?”

You were taken aback by his outburst, and Loki regrets his outburst for a second, thinking he’s finally pushed you away. But instead of stomping off, you get on the bed and straddle him, grabbing his neck and growling roughly, “You don’t want me to be gentle with you? Fine, I won’t be gentle.”

You smash her lips to his, tearing a noise of surprise from his throat. You’d been patient enough with him but he insists on being a brat. If that’s the way he wants to be treated then so be it. And judging by the way he kissed you back eagerly, you don’t have to wonder long.

He was almost healed by now, and you could be free to run her hands all over him without hurting him, eliciting instead the most needy moans from his pretty lips. But when he tries to do the same, he is met with hard, unyielding steel.

"This is unfair. Take this off." He protests against your lips.

"I think not. You have been quite the sourpuss lately, I don't think you deserve to touch me. Matter of fact, keep those wandering hands up." You grab his hands and pin them to the bed, intending to punish him for all the hell he made you go through.

"No, please, my lady, let me touch you."

"Oh you're already begging, that's not very manly of you." You bite at him, still upset that he endangered his life just because his ego was bruised.

He cowers under your intense glare, feeling reprimanded. "I'm sorry, I'll be good."

"Oh you will be. Now quit your protesting or I'll gag you too."

He shuts up, though he's unsure if it wouldn't have been better for you to gag him as the noises that come out of his throat at your ministrations were not very dignified.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to get my hands on you, my prince. You drive me crazy." You drawl, palming his member and making him turn to hide his face in his arm as a blush covers his face.

"I should punish you for teasing me so." You  slowly pull his trousers down his hips, exposing his eager member to the cool night air that was clashing with your warm breath so close to where he needed you the most. "Will you be good for me from now on, my sweet prince?"

This was everything they ridiculed him for, being so subservient to a woman like this, but damn did he crave it. He needed you to own him.

"Yes, my lady." He stares down at you as you lean down ever so close to his cock, your breath fanning over him, as hot as ever and he feels his skin melt under it. The heat spreading to the rest of his body made his blood simmer in his veins. Sweat beaded up on his skin and his mind sweltered as you put your mouth on him, but he could do nothing but push himself into the scorching heat of you, submitting himself to the flames.

But all too suddenly, he stops burning, coolness flashing over his body like one of his brother's storms, and he stares down at you in betrayal, ready to apologize for everything and profess his undying love for you if only she would put your mouth back on him, but the horror struck look on your face sobers him up.

"My lady, what is--"

"What is happening to you?" You shriek, and for the first time he sees fear in your eyes.

"What do you mean?" He puzzles, looking down at himself in reflex, wondering what had possessed you when a flash of blue catches his eyes…

Huge patches of his body were covered by rough blue skin, the likes of which are all too familiar to him. He can't help his own shout of panic. "What is that? What is happening?!"

"You're turning into a….a monster." You shake her head, tears springing to your eyes at the horror unfolding in front of you.

"Lady, help me please.” Loki is even more shaken, tears already streaming down his face as he seems terrified of his own self. “Did they put a curse on me?"

"I-I don't know." You lament, feeling hopeless.

But then an idea pops into your head, "I'll get the king. He'll know what to do."

"No, please!" His hands fly out to hold onto you but you jump back, and Loki quickly pulls his arms back to his body, wounded at the disgusted look on your face.

"Why not?"

"You know he doesn't favor me."

"Don't be ridiculous. He's your father." You try to calm him down but he only gets more disconsolate. "No you don't understand. You don't see the way he looks at him when no one is looking. I'm… I'm scared."

Your heart breaks at the way he shivers, but there is nothing else you can do. You’re sure he’s just panicked. Odin is good and kind and you trust him beyond measure. "You're hallucinating, my sweet. The king would never hurt you."

"No, you don't understand--" He squeaks, and you reach out to cradle his face in your palms, only flinching slightly at the coldness. "Hush, my sweet." You kiss him gently then run to the king. Hearing Loki sob behind you only makes you run faster.

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A/N: lol surprise

#stray kids smut #felix smut #stray kids angst #felix angst

[crescentfool]

hiii! tysm for leaving such sweet tags on part 2 the yukari/ryoji hcs list, i had so much fun reading through those :) im flattered you still remember part 1 considering it’s been six months & i had pt2 in my drafts for ages but i thought of you while writing it; it’s getting comments like yours that keeps me going <3 it took me a while to upload since ive wanted to add onto it—i can’t get enough of those two—but ig i can always do that in a part 3. or a fanfic…? point is, the popular girl dealing with her bestie’s weird-ass boyfriend driving her up a wall is always my jam, especially when she ends up lowkey being in on his BS with him (much to the shock of the whole school) while the MC’s like “maybe i liked you two better when you hated each other” loool

HII HII mimi thank you so much for stopping by to the ask box!!! it's always a lot of fun for me to leave tags when i come across posts that i enjoy- especially ones related to writing! hcs and aus are always such a joy for me to read, especially if it involves ryoji 😳

honestly, the yukari and ryoji friendship hcs have very much been living rent free in my mind since i saw that first post about them playing minecraft together! they'd float across my brain at least once or twice a month and i'd go "YEAHH THIS IS WHAT THEY DESERVE!"

so in that respect, im flattered to hear that you thought of me while writing the second part- and if you ever consider writing more for them (fic or hc list form, or any medium really, shitposts are also included in that LOL), im always down to see it! 👀

but YESS that friendship dynamic... literally chef's kiss tbh. i love unlikely combos of friends and i think yukari and ryoji represent that rather well! its nice thinking that over time, yukari can warm up to ryoji's silly antics (i am sure he has an infinite amount of them, lmao). plus, i feel that yukari can show ryoji a lot of cool things as well, whether if it's her perspective from being popular, or just some hobbies that she's into!

and i think it's especially funny that you added the MC to the mix too in that last remark... must be weird for minato or hamuko to observe yukari laughing with ryoji over something stupid rather than yukari being like >:c or something at him 😂 (i'm terrible at words help!). in any case i am sure that all three of them are getting along great!

ANYWAYS i uh. did not mean to take this long to respond to this ask nor did i mean to make it very long but i guess that's what happens when i want to express my gratitude back and acknowledge asks properly, haha. but seriously, thank you again mimi, not just for the inbox visit, but the hcs! it's always a pleasant surprise to see whatever people are up to in the p3 fandom and i appreciate the yukari and ryoji hcs very much~ (and have a very lovely day!!)

and for all you other people who are wondering, what the heck are these hcs you are talking about? here go read them here from mimi's blog: part i | part ii

#lizzy askbox #I THINK THIS SAT IN MY INBOX FOR 11 DAYS AT MAX... oops...? i was very much thinking about it while i was doing stuff for uni though LOL #ok but legit though. i REALLY enjoy friendship dynamics whether if they're canonical or hcs. it brings me infinite joy to see the different #-kinds of friendships and relationships that can emerge from two or more people bc they are all so unique #i am not really good at coming up with stuff in that respect BUT!! i thoroughly enjoy seeing other people's interpretations for sure #and i think this is especially the case for ryoji-related friendships because he had such a limited time in-game and whatnot #i mean ok i still need to check out the manga + musical + p3p BUT iirc its mostly just. mc and aigis and a bit of junpei??? #OH AND I WANTED TO SAY THIS IN THE POST but i didnt kno where to put it but i feel like the hcs helped me appreciate yukari- #more too. she's great (and my playthrough of p3fes has also helped out with that). #anw mimi i have many respects and appreciation for the hcs and im wishing the best to u!!! #if u ever took the time to write a fic for these two good luck !! writing is an enigma to me so i always go :o when i see ppl do it SGBHKDF

[eryiss]

Ship: Freed x Laxus

Rating: Teen

Prompt: Two Bros Chilling in A Hot Tub/Lightning Struck

Summary: Freed knew he had a lot to learn about being a professional wizard, and when he was paired up with Laxus for a mission he expected to learn a lot. He didn't expect to spend a day with him in a hot tub, and he certainly didn't expect to get an entirely unrelated education about life and about love.

Notes: Hi everyone. Fraxus Week is at an end, and I really enjoyed writing everything this year. The AU's were a lot of fun and canon writing it always enjoyable, I hope you liked what I've written, and make sure to look at @fuckyeahfraxus to see everyone else has made.

Links: Chapter One ||| Event Masterlist ||| Archive of Our Own, Fanfiction

Chapter Two

Laxus was many things, but patient wasn't one of them. Honestly, it was miraculous he'd lasted a week before it had come to this.

He stormed into the apartment building that Freed lived in, walked to the address Makarov had given him, and slammed his hand against it three times; loudly. He was bouncing from foot to foot slightly, hearing the shifting of movements from behind the door as Freed walked towards it. He was taking his time, and Laxus felt the urge to slam his hand on the door again a few times to make him hurry the hell up.

For a week, Laxus had wanted to do this. He'd stopped himself for seven long, long days, but it was getting too much. Laxus couldn't go to sleep another night knowing that Freed was living twenty minutes away. That if the rune mage stopped with this shit, they could be repeating that kiss.

That fucking kiss!

He'd never been kissed like that. He doubted that anyone had been kissed like that. It had been so… so… The words couldn't come to Lauxs. It was all encompassing. Overwhelming. It was like standing in the centre of a thunder storm, letting the lightning burn across his skin and explode in his throat as he consumed it. Freed had been against him, attached to him, but battling him in a way Laxus couldn't understand.

Realistically, he knew it was for the mission, but he couldn't help but think there was more to the kiss. He'd caught a few of Freed's glances at his body – how Freed hadn't noticed Laxus doing the same thing was miraculous – and the reactions throughout the day seemed to suggest Freed had been just as affected as Laxus had.

But then the rune mage had just shut off. Any semblance of relaxation was gone the moment they pulled apart, and all Freed seemed capable of thinking of and speaking about was their mission. He spent the next hour avoiding Laxus, stating that they'd spent enough time together for plausibility and that it would be better to spread out. Laxus had agreed because he wasn't going to push things if Freed wanted to focus on his work then he could understand it, but for the rest of the afternoon he'd found his gaze drifting to him whenever his mind wandered. The press of the man's lips against his was like a haunting: inescapable and unforgettable. Laxus had wanted to storm over to the man, kiss him properly and say 'to hell' with the mission.

He'd never felt like this before. It was exhilarating.

But when the mission had ended, and Freed fell back on his habit of taking missions and spending no time in the guildhall, Laxus realised that Freed was avoiding him. Laxus was damn insulted by that.

Freed was into him, Laxus knew that, and he hoped that the passion with which he'd kissed Freed and the many times he'd lost focus because he was checking Freed out was enough for Freed to know the attraction was reciprocated. Freed didn't, for a second, seem to be a coward. Not about fighting and not about his own feelings, so why the hell was he avoiding Laxus? It took Laxus a full week of thinking over the situation for him to realise what was actually happening.

Laxus was an old hand at wizardry, and knew how to have a life outside of work. Freed didn't. Hell: when Laxus had reported the mission's success to Makarov, he'd asked the old man why he'd chosen Freed to spy on him, and he'd been told Freed needed to balance his work and life better, and Laxus was meant to help him.

So, as he stood at Freed's door, Laxus was going to do that.

The door opened, and Freed was revealed. He was wearing nothing but his white shirt, unbuttoned and sightly ruffled, and the trousers he'd worn during work. For a moment, Laxus allowed himself to relish in the sight off the man in a rumpled and domestic state, with his hair tied up high and his eyes still sleep worn because of the early morning. He shook his focus and met Freed's eyes.

"Laxus," Freed said with a frown. "What are you doing here?"

"Bored of this whole avoiding me shit," Laxus grunted, placing a hand on the wall to lean against it. "Pack a bag, we're going on a mission for the weekend."

"Excuse me?" Freed said, almost laughing. Laxus understood that – coming to the man's house unannounced and demanding his presence for a weekend was pretty arrogant – but he wasn't going to let that be an excuse. "What makes you think I'll do that simply because you tell me?"

"Because I haven't finished the paper work from that spa mission, and since I was meant to teach ya how to be a mage during the mission and it's not over, I have authority over you," Laxus grinned, knowing that Freed was not going to take that level of bullshit. He smirked when Freed went to argue back, and cut in before he could. "Besides, if you don't come with me, I won't be going on any missions with you, and all that S-Class money goes away. Wouldn't want that, huh?"

It was a dick move, but a means to an end. Freed glared at him, and that was all the agreement Laxus needed.

"Train station at nine AM," He informed Freed, turning, and walking down the hall. He spoke without looking back. "See ya there."

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The train juddered to a stop, and Laxus felt his stomach settle almost instantly. He closes his eyes, swallowed down the small rising of bile that crept up his throat, and ignored the amused expression that Freed was looking at him with.

"Feeling a little sick, Laxus?" He taunted gently, and Laxus faux glared.

"Peachy," He grumbled.

Any lingering annoyance from earlier in the morning had gone when Freed had reached the train station. Laxus had brought him a coffee, bagel, and pastry as a peace offering. He'd been forceful about getting Freed to leave with him - he felt like it was necessary to kick Freed into action - but he couldn't have Freed pissed at him. If Laxus was right, and played his cards well, he might end up with Freed before the weekend was over. He wanted to do it properly.

"You look it," Freed taunted, taking his bag from the overhead rack and handing Laxus his rucksack. "May I know what the mission is now?"

"Not yet," Laxus dismissed the request.

They climbed off the train, and Laxus was thankful to be on solid ground again. The town they'd arrived in was a small one, tucked away high in the mountains; something that had not helped Laxus' motion sickness. He'd looked the town up on one of the guild's many maps before leaving, so knew exactly where to go and started following the roads without hesitation. Freed kept in step with him, clearly waiting for Laxus to offer some explanation.

He wouldn't get it. Laxus had spoken with Makarov about Freed once the mission had finished. The main thing he'd learned was that Freed needed to sort his shit out, because he was damn near hitting his limit. He also seemed like the kind of guy to refuse help, so Laxus was going to make sure he couldn't.

Once they got to the hotel, Laxus would confess. Until then, they were on a 'mission'.

"Could you at least tell me the type of mission?" Freed pushed the matter because the smartass needed to know everything. It was kinda funny seeing him getting pissy about it. "Eradication, interrogation, reconnaissance or escort?"

"You actually use those terms?" Laxus quirked an eyebrow as he chuckled, and subsequently walked into a wall of runes. He stumbled back, and rubbed his nose as he mumbled "You quick castes that? Damn."

"Why are we here Laxus," Freed insisted

"Who trained you how to cast, because that was impressive," Laxus ignored the question, walking forward when the wall dissipated. "You're gonna be a damn powerhouse in a few years."

"Answer the-" Freed cut himself off. "What do you mean 'going to be'?"

"You think you're powerful now?" Laxus taunted.

"I know that I am," Freed narrowed his eyes for a moment, before laughing at himself. "You're rather good at distracting people, aren't you? Perhaps you're smarter than I thought you'd be."

"You thought I'd be dumb?" Laxus asked.

"Yes," Freed said unflinchingly, and Laxus barked out a laugh.

"You should spend more time with the rest of the people in the guild," He smiled. "You're as much an asshole as the rest of 'em."

"How flattering," Freed said, voice droll. "You still haven't answered my question though. Why are we here?"

Laxus could see the hotel, and decided that it would be best to not push his luck with Freed. He thought about how he'd say it, and decided that he might as well jump into it rather than pissing around and avoiding the issue. Hell, if he couldn't be honest he'd be a damn hypocrite.

"I lied about the mission," He admitted, and Freed frowned. "We're here for a weekend break."

"A what?" Freed asked as if the concept was foreign to him. Given how much he worked, it might be.

"A weekend break. The place we did the mission for has a branch out here, and as a thank you for our work they gave up some coupons that we can use here," Laxus explained, reaching into his coat pocket, and pulling out the two tickets, handing one to Freed. "You clearly need a break from the work before you get sloppy on a mission and it ends up getting you hurt, and I'm not gonna turn down a free weekend in a luxury resort."

"And why didn't you tell me this from the beginning?" Freed demanded, clearly irritated.

"Because you wouldn't have come if you didn't think you'd make any money from it," Laxus shrugged as they walked into the lobby of the reception. "Like I said this morning, until the paper work's done, I'm meant to be teachin' you how to be a mage. Biggest obstacle for that right now is you not treating yourself right. Until you do it on your own, I'm gonna force you to do it."

They were at the front desk, and Laxus was speaking with the receptionist, before Freed could get a word in. Laxus made sure to confirm that both rooms would be required, and the receptionist assured him that their cleaning staff would have them prepared as quickly as they could, telling them both that they had access to all the amenities and facilities the resort had to offer in the meantime. Laxus thanked him, signed the book to confirm his booking, and stepped back to look at Freed. Again, he spoke before Freed had the chance.

"You don't need to live mission to mission anymore," His voice was softer now. "If you don't give yourself a break, you burn out. I'm sorry I lied, I'll make it up to you somehow, but enjoy this place while you're here. You put in a lot of effort since you joined the guild, treat this as your reward."

Freed looked like he wanted to argue, but halted. He sighed, ran a hand through his hair and nodded. "I would enjoy a break."

"I know," Laxus said bluntly, placing a hand on Freed's shoulder. "And when you're ready, we're gonna talk about what happened on the mission. Because I don't wanna forget it ever happened, or push past it, or do whatever it is you thought could happen when you were ignoring me."

"I wasn't-" Freed began, but Laxus stopped him.

"We'll talk later," He said softly, before grinning. "I'm gonna take a swim. You can come with me if you wanna ogle me again, but I think a massage would do you good. You look really tired, basically dead to the world."

Laxus was walking away with a grin before Freed could respond to the teasing, and when he came face to face with another runic wall, he simply laughed. His stomach did a little flip when he heard Freed laughing too.

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"I'm ready to talk now," Freed said, and Laxus nodded.

It was the evening now, and the two men had spent the day in different parts of the resort. Sometimes apart, sometimes together, Laxus had underwent almost all of the treatments available, as well as spending a good few hours in the pool, sauna, and hot springs. He'd retreated to his room when the relaxation had brought on a bout of tiredness, and had been napping until Freed's knocking on the door woke him. He'd adorned a robe and answered it, feeling weirdly excited when he'd seen it was Freed.

He looked good. Obviously, he had made use of the facilities, as he looked well rested, without the stress marks that bordered his eyes, and was holding himself looser. His hair was damp and tied up high, perhaps from a recent shower, and Laxus again revelled in the sight of a domestic version of Freed Justine.

"Take a seat," Laxus said, motioning to the chair as he sat on the foot of the bed.

"Thank you," Freed said, voice relaxed and without fear. Good. "When you said we needed to talk, I assume you meant about the kiss."

"I did," Laxus agreed. "But before you start, I wanna say something. Give you a piece of advice about being a mage that it takes a lot of time for most people to get," Freed thought for a moment, but made a gesture for Laxus to continue. "When you become a mage, you give up your safety, your stability, and your time. Sometimes you don't know when you'll next be paid, and sometimes you don't know if you'll make it out of a mission alive. When you get into wizardry you have to change how you live, act fast and do what your gut's telling you. Your instincts aren't just important in the mission, they're important in your personal life too. Sometimes you just have to follow them."

"And this relates to the kiss how?"

"If you don't want to be with me, then go with that. Don't worry about offending me, or pissing me off, or me stopping the missions together, or anything. If that kiss was just for the missions, and I've misread things, then don't fuck around being polite. Rip the band aid off and tell me straight."

"And if you didn't misread things?"

Laxus grinned, leaning back slightly. "Then follow your instincts."

Freed did just that, by standing up, tipping Laxus chin upwards, and bringing him into another earth shatteringly perfect kiss. And this time, there was no doubt. The kiss was for him, and there would be many others.

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Ten Years Later

Laxus groaned as he submerged himself into the bubbling warm water. It was late at night in the early spring, and the hot tub he submerged his body into was in beautifully warm contrast with the cold evening air around him. The feeling of half-healed injuries and tense muscles seemed to weep for the hot water, and he closed his eyes in relaxation.

He needed this. He'd needed it for weeks, and now it was finally happening.

Obviously, taking over as guild-master would lead to an adjustment in his life, and teething troubles had occurred. There were more responsibilities than he had expected, everything from paperwork to ensure the building was fixed every time one of the brats damaged it, to arguing with the local councilmembers about how the good that Fairy Tail did greatly outweighed the bad. Honestly, trying to explain that an idiotic fire mage had literally saved their lives multiple times and therefore had earned the right to blow up the occasional fountain or set fire to a random ornamental tree was not a fun task to take.

Admittedly, he didn't make life easier for himself. He insisted on taking at least one mission a week, something that almost everyone in the guild deemed to be idiotic. But he was only thirties, he was an incredibly strong mage, and couldn't simply just hang up his profession because he was in charge of the guild.

"You're back then?" Freed asked amusedly from the patio.

"Yeah," Laxus nodded, opening his eyes, and smiling at his husband. "Wanna join me?"

"Sure," Freed nodded, and made work on removing his clothes.

The hot tub was something they'd brought three years prior, two years after they'd brought their marital home. After the odd inclusion of spas at the start of their relationships, they'd become reliant on their facilities after a hard mission to relax and untense their bodies. When they'd moved, the distance from their house to the nearest spa had been too long, so they'd invested in a hot tub of their own and learned how to massage one another. The latter advancement in the relationship had been a fun, fun few weeks for them both.

Laxus grinned a little as he saw Freed remove his underwear, and he raised an eyebrow at the man. Freed noticed, laughed a little and playfully kicked the man's thigh as he climbed into the tub, sitting beside him. Laxus raised his arm slightly to wrap it around his shoulders, pulling him close.

"The mission went well, I assume?" Freed asked, idly playing with the surface of the water.

Laxus halted, before looking down at Freed and speaking slowly. "Was fine, no problems."

"No problems at all?" Freed probed.

"Not one."

"You are aware that you are my husband and Bickslow is one of my best friends," Freed continued playing with the water, voice equally annoyed and amused. It was a tone only Freed could manage. "And if my husband collapses in the middle of a fight due to exhaustion, my best friend is going to tell me."

"Fucking traitor," He muttered, before sighing and looking to Freed. "I'm fine. I'm back here, so no problem."

"Laxus, you passed out because you're overworking yourself," Freed chastised, placing a hand on Laxus' thigh and stroking it softly. "You can't keep doing this to yourself."

Laxus knew he couldn't, of course, but it wasn't that easy. "I know," He admitted, sighing. "But I just can't give up working as a mage, not yet. I always thought it'd be what I do, y'know. I thought I'd always be the guy who goes to a town, fixed their problems, burns through my magic, and that's all. And I knew that eventually it was gonna end, but, well, I've been a mage for twelve years. It went by too fucking quickly and it feels…" He thought for a moment. "Being a mage is all I have, and I don't wanna let myself slip if I ever need to fall back on it."

"I do understand that, Laxus," Freed sighed. "But as you are now, you're losing you're edge not because you've dropped the sword, but you've used it so much that it's starting to shatter."

"I get that," Laxus whispered, nodding. Freed hand clasped on his thigh and patted him. "I'll stop going on 'em, it's time. I know that."

"You don't need to stop altogether, I've no doubt your grandfather didn't when he was young," Freed smiled, resting his head on Laxus' shoulder. "Perhaps you take it down to one mission a month, maybe not always go on S-Class missions. Only allow yourself to take what you can handle with your new responsibilities, not what you were able to do ten years ago."

"You're right," Laxus nodded, pulling Freed closer and kissing him on the top of his head. "When d'you get so smart about this shit?"

"I had a good teacher," Freed chuckled.

It was almost ironic. Almost exactly ten years to the day, here they both were again. Sat together in a hot tub, side by side, one of them struggling with the responsibilities of their new life while the other tried to advise them on how to deal with it. Laxus could almost laugh at the cyclical nature of it, but was distracted when Freed's roaming hand slid up his stomach and his husband moved closer to him.

"You know," Freed began, voice a little naughty now. "If you ever need to burn off some energy, I could teach you a few techniques that have proven useful in the past."

"Oh really?" Laxus quirked a brow, hand roaming down Freed's back, stroking his spine.

"Indeed," Freed nodded. "I'm sure you'll become quite the addict though."

"I can risk that," Laxus smirked.

And when Freed shifted so he was straddling Laxus, the blonde grinned. He leant up and pulled Freed into a passionate, explosive, lightning-filled kiss. A kiss he would indulge in anytime, anyplace.

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[dl4draws]

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lil' preface so i don't come off as a weirdo: i'm somewhat new to tumblr shenanigans™ so idk if it's just normal that awesome writers and artists share a bit of their progress for creating something, but you're the only blog i've witnessed doing it so you're getting this ask.

i absolutely love it here. getting to listen to (or read about?) someone's projects in the works feels like such an awesome thing! you're sharing this passion of yours with us and letting us experience this joy with you?? you're letting us see little doodles and headcanons and even a playlisy?? OMG

again, idk if that's normal on here but to me (someone who does everything on their own because who would care about my silly little craft?) this is absolute pure generosity and kindness on your part and i will never not praise that. i can't really put into words what i'm trying to say here because as much as i love the english language, it's not my first language and i just don't know how to express this properly. i guess what i want to say is thank you? thank you for all the happiness you share, thank you for letting us come on this journey with you and thank you for talking about your passion. that's a scary thing to do but whenever i see someone doing that i will 100% always sit there and listen to them talk about something they care about a lot (even if i don't understand a single thing about the topic) and try to interact and let them know that someone always cares about their thoughts and projects, even if it's just a stranger on the internet, because i know what it's like to run against a wall of indifference and i don't want anyone to feel like that.

keep talking about things that bring you joy and keep sharing them, someone's always going to support you and cheer you on and get excited with you!

this got a lot longer than i wanted it to be but my point is you're amazing and keep doing what you do, no matter how much you want to share of it or how long it takes! there's always going to be support and someone who appreciates you and your work.

idk if this should be anon or not because i don't want to seem so incredibly weird and out of place with my long stupid ask here-- this feels so uncalled for

take this virtual hug

hi hi hi good morning, I am throwing my reputation away and say I’m about to cry

Okay so I’m answering this bit by bit! I don’t think it’s that rare to see a content creator share stuff about their writing/art! At least with the people I’ve surrounded myself, there’s always sneaky posts here, reblogs with tags and stuff about their characters! It’s always so much fun to see those, see people share little details about their work is always fascinating to me! Personally I adore sharing the process because I am having Too Much fun and being extremely chaotic and I think it’s cool to share me having only half a braincell with you all lol

I’m so glad you like it here in my little corner of tumblr!!! I’m not an oversharer in any aspect of my life usually but with aus i go full beast mode and start talking and good luck shutting me up lmao as of right now I don’t really have time for full drawings (which is exactly why the hanahaki au isn’t already finished). Getting to doodle for this au has helped me with wanting to draw but not being exactly able to, and with getting stuff off my mind! I’m not very forgetful but with ideas I usually think about them, have a Good Laugh tm, proceed to think about it for half an hour and then forget about it, unless I scream about it to someone (or just make a post and announce it to you all).

One thing u might not know about me is that I make playlists for everything. If u go through my spotify playlist you’ll see many playlist, but I have so many secret ones bakshssk making a playlist for an au or for a fic (sometimes I make playlists for fics I read!)

I absolutely adore hearing about everyone’s ideas, like you said, listening to someone talk about something they’re passionate about is always so fascinating!! And it makes me so happy to see that someone trusts me enough to open their mind and share their ideas with me, even if (again like you said) I understand nothing of the topic! Honestly I am extremely thankful for you, and everyone who has ever interacted with me or my silly ideas. It hypes me up so much to see you all liking and sending me stuff about it (every time I get a random ask about something I said, or a headcanon or anything 25 years are added to my life ngl). I never thought people would enjoy my aus, be it the hanahaki one or the street racing one (or the beauty and the beast one!!!) You guys really are amazing!! And I totally get what you mean with running with a wall of indifference, I’ve been there and it’s not fun, but I’ve learned who to share with and who not to share with, and that’s okay (for me). I’m not a very good talker but I’ve been told I’m good listener, so if anyone ever has any problems, anything they’d like to talk about please never hesitate on sending me an ask or a message!! (zukka wingfic anon I’m still thinking about you)

Nooooo, please I didn’t find this weird at all!!!! I actually feel so flattered I haven’t been able to stop smiling :D it makes me so happy to see you enjoy my silly content, and that makes me want to create more of it!!!

I hope you have a wonderful day/night, and know that I’ll be thinking about this all month hakahaksb

#thank you so much for taking the time to send this #it truly makes me so very happy to see people enjoy what I do #call it doodles call it little silly hc #i haven’t been this happy in a while and it’s starting to show in my everyday life #making content for u all is making me so incredibly happy #thank you so so so much #really #batcavewitch #🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤