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choccy-milky · 1 month

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1. your fic is absolutely amazing. Have been bingeing it and I’m literally obsessed. The way you write just itches my brain in such a good way, literally cannot contain my love and appreciation for your work👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 cheers to you!!! Can’t wait to keep reading

2. As I was reading I found out you also deadass drawing the art to go w/ the fic?? Literally you’re living my dream 😭 plus your art is so so so well done!!!!! It’s added so much joy to my reading experience

Cannot wait to see what else you have in store!!’ Hope you have an amazing, AMAZING day, week, year, etc.!!!! 💞🙌🏻🫶🏻

OMG IM GONNA CRY 😭😭 BAHAHA U SENT THIS AT SUCH A CRAZY MOMENT cuz i just checked my ao3 comments and was down about a rude comment i got, and then i come to tumblr and like, a few mins later/literally AS i was venting about it, u send this BAHAHA your choccy senses were tingling. IM SO GLAD U LIKE IT THO AND THAT YOURE ENJOYING IT (and my drawings, even if youve defs seen spoilers by now BAHHA) hope u have a good day too, u defs brightened mine!! THANK UUUU💖💖💖

@kaviary-blog this looks so funny bc i censored u just to keep it (mostly) spoiler free BUT AW THANK U DAMN IM HONOURED THAT MY FANFIC WAS THE ONE TO MAKE YOU CRY?? IM SO HAPPY HOW INVESTED YOU ARE 😭😭💖💖 im also super happy with that chap and its so satisfying like you said to finally be able to tie of all those threads so IM GLAD IT WAS WORTH IT💖

@lovesicklovermia ONE DAY???? OMG. FIRST TWO DAYS NOW ONE?? ITS JUST GETTING SHORTER AND SHORTER. next thing i know someones gonna be like yeah so i took some highly experimental drug that lets me read at 1000% the pace of a normal person, and i finished ur fic in 2 hours 😍omg loved it!!!😍😍 BAHAHAHA but omg i totally see what u mean, they do HAHA. AND THANK U💖💖 IM GLAD UR LIKING IT💖

YEAH so in my fic fifth years are 16, and by the time things get....explicit....clora and seb are 17. im not against consuming media with teenagers depicted in sexual situations like euphoria or riverdale or w.e else bc i get that its fiction and these are just real things that happen so its fine to write about them, but their canonical ages of 15 was still too young for me and i wanted them to be 17 before it got the E rating (which is why clora and sebs birthdays end up being so close, bc i was RUSHING for them to turn 17 BAHAHHAA)

BAHAHA clora and seb secretly being together is like the most poorly kept secret in my fic, like im sure her parents technically KNOW, but due to old fashioned traditions and whatnot (and it being 1891) seb wants to be able to propose properly and with a proper ring, bc clive is intimidating and he doesnt wanna just be like "yeah so im dating your daughter and weve already fucked and i plan to marry her" LOOL he wants to do things properly and be with her with her dads permission(even tho its a bit late for that HAHA) BUT WE CAN JUST PRETEND. tldr its basically just out of some sense of chivalry on sebs side, a fear of her dad, and wanting to do things right LOL

ALSO WAIT OMG STOPPPPP I WAS LITERALLY JUST ABOUT TO POST THIS BUTI HAVE TO INCLUDE THIS NOW

YOU SAW MY POST AND IMMEDIATELY DREW THIS AS A RESPONSE WHILE IN CLASS?? BAHAHAHA IM ACTUALLY SO TOUCHED RN IM TEARING UP WTF THATS SO SWEET OF YOU WTFFFFFFFFF THANK YOU SO MUCH😭😭😭💖💖 (NOW PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS!!🤬🤬)

#ask #rude comment?? forgotten. coke zero?? SLURPED #the irony of drawing CLORA in class bc she would disapprove and want u to pay attention BAHAHAH

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peonycats · 1 year

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MISC ART DUMP

Some assorted drawings I never got around to posting on tumblr! Maybe one day I’ll get thru my backlog :’ )

from top to bottom, left to right:

Sri Lanka (Honestly there was way more jewelry I should’ve drawn but I got tired 😭)

Saudi Arabia (drew this for a meme lol)

Samoa (and his chibi self holding some pani popo!)

Algeria, Morocco, Tunisia (hanging out in some cups hehe)

India, China (idk i was in a mood this color scheme slaps tho)

Omangus (I drew this a year ago idk ive posted this before bahaha)

Afghanistan (judging u so hardcore)

Chibi Sudan, Eritrea, Djibouti (Matching pfps <333)

#hetalia #hetalia ocs #hws sri lanka #hws saudi arabia #hws samoa #hws algeria #hws morocco #hws tunisia #hws india #aph india #aph china #hws china #indchu #hws sudan #hws afghanistan #hws eritrea #hws djibouti #historically inaccurate hair is historically inaccurate

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guessimatarotgirlienow · 2 months

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Will Harry ever go to a public function with TR or anyone for that matter and walk the carpet as a supportive partner?

bahaha I love the way you phrased this. shots firrrrrrrrred

Public function with TR?

REVERSED SEVEN OF SWORDS giving up and discovering hard truths 😬 sounds like he will call it quits before he does that….or else the Venice incidence comes to mind….where he ignored his girlfriend and she discovered the hard truth that his reputation was by far more important than his relationship….

(Incidentally this reminded me the Baftas are today and omg the outfits!!!!!! All around slay!! Seriously everyone went all out glam. Like classy glam with glided accents and fun fabrics. Florence Pugh?!?! Emily Blunt?!? Lots of other actresses I don’t know but who look amazing?!?!)

(TR looked good too though the shape of her dress is a little unconventional for my taste, especially for those red carpet angles. Also…..poor girl the only headlines she has is “Harry styles girlfriend.”)

(OH HES AT A FOOTBALL GAME INSTEAD?!? Wtf man)

Okay the asides aside, will h ever walk the carpet/attend events as a supportive partner?

I first drew SIX OF CUPS which is a hard no. But then KING OF PENTACLES fell out and that is a card of practical support and hard work. Which actually goes back to my aside up there regarding her headlines.

Would he be supportive if he walked beside them? Or would the headline just read “Harry Styles and partner,” not giving them due respect for their own work and identity.

So I’m going to go with no….he’ll not walk carpets with his partners because for as long as it’s not supportive of their careers. He’d rather be cheering them backstage.

(And no I’m not saying a football game is backstage 😐 but that’s between the two of them I guess)

#harry styles #tarot reading

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sageinacage · 3 years

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Hey idk if ur prompts are open, but if they were, would you maybe want to do a Wilbur vs Charlie in who can wreck Tommy better like thing? 👀👀👀

"Friendly" Uno summary: tommy gets a bit too sassy in a game of uno with him, charlie, and wilbur. a/n: i was originally gonna write this in the dsmp but i literally just couldn't figure out how to do it without it being super ooc KSDFSKJ also just pretend charlie came to visit them in the UK LOL warnings: swearing, playful teasing/mocking (they're playing uno its bound to happen BAHAHA /lh) w/c: 1.6k IRL, Platonic

“C’mon, give me a green!” Wilbur growled, continuously picking up cards from the middle pile. He and his two friends, Tommy and Charlie, were playing a friendly game of Uno together on the floor of the living room. Well, “friendly.”

“HAH! Aww, poor Wilbyyy, so bad at Unooo…” Tommy cooed, his face painted with the biggest shit-eating grin. Wilbur scoffed, finally putting a green card down. “Tommy, every day you remind me of all my mistakes.” Wilbur jested, smirking at Tommy’s surprised face. “Yeah? Well-”

“Aha, draw four Toms!” Charlie interrupted, Tommy looking down at the middle pile to see a colorful “+4” card right in front of him. After a dramatic groan, the boy drew the cards. “You are horrible to me, Mr. Slimecicle.” Tommy pointed his finger in Charlie’s face, the dirty blonde only shrugged, chuckling at his antics.

Wilbur put down a red card, smiling at Charlie’s huff. “Really, the only color I don’t have?!” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Don’t be all grumpy, it’s how the game works, yeah?” Wilbur gave a smug smirk, watching his friend reach for the pile to scout for a red card.

After more banter, the game started to move more smoothly… until they decided to start stacking “+2” and “+4” cards. The pile of them now added up to 14, but they still kept going. “Holy shit, this better not end on me!” Wilbur sighed, placing his final card he could stack. “Me neither.” Charlie agreed, placing his last card that could be stacked.

“This game is against me! I swear to god, this is rigged! You’re both cheating.” Tommy cried, huffing to himself while he started to pick up the 18 cards they all stacked up. “Tohohommy!” Wilbur broke into laughter, leaning his head back as high-pitched giggles left him. “We aren’t cheheating, you juhust suhuck.” Charlie snorted up a laugh, patting Tommy’s back as he whined again.

“You two are both big stupid bullies. You should be thankful I’m even playing a little card game with you.” Tommy huffed, making eye contact with Wilbur. “You’re so sassy today, n’awww- don’t tell me someone’s grumpy over just a ‘little’ card game!” Charlie teased, causing Wilbur to smirk at Tommy. “Yeah, are you up past your bedtime?”

“I hate you both so much. I will fight you both and win- at the same time.” The blonde claimed as he slapped a card down with enough force to accidentally push the card pile down. “Baby rage.” Wilbur scoffed, earning a dramatic gasp from Tommy. “I AM NOT A BABY!” He shouted, Wilbur and Charlie breaking into giggles again.

“That’s something a baby would say!”

“CHARLIE.”

Wilbur covered his face, laughter building up from his chest, Charlie following right in his footsteps. Tommy furrowed his eyebrows, grumbling. “You guys are assholes.” He spoke in a more playful tone, indicating that he wasn’t genuinely upset.

“Yeah, are we, Tommy?” Charlie put down his cards, looking at the boy. “Compared to how you’ve been treating us this evening, I don’t think we’re that bad.” Wilbur raised an eyebrow, also placing his cards down. “B- Bullshit! You guys are twats…?” Tommy cowered a bit at their growing smirks, putting his cards down as well.

“Twats, are we?”

“Wilbur, I don’t like his tone.”

Both men stood up, still with suspicious smiles on their faces, causing Tommy to stand up as well. “I d- don’t trust this.” The boy shuddered, backing up until he hit the couch, falling back onto it. “Don’t worry Charlie, I can take care of this.” Wilbur nodded, towering over Tommy.

“No, I think I can do it, I can definitely do it better.” Charlie stood next to him, an innocent smile plastered on his face. “Yeah? Well do you know all his tickle spots? No? That’s what I thought.”

Oh. Oh. So that is what this was about.

“I’m called the tickle monster around here for a reason, Charlie!” Wilbur kept on going, placing a sassy hand on his hip. “You clearly haven’t met me then, yet!” He quipped back, looking down at Tommy; whose face was bright red and a nervous but excited smile on his face.

“Let’s have Tommy answer then. Who’s better at wrecking you, Toms?” Wilbur smirked down at him, the blonde just covering his face. “D’awww, that’s not an answer! Hmm, how about this. Wilbur, we’ll team up and Tommy will answer that question when we’re finished.”

“Deal.”

“Wh- what? Guys… guhUHUYS-!” Bubbly laughter already took over Tommy as Wilburs fingers kneaded his waist. “What’s up? Wha’tcha need?” Charlie chuckled, walking two fingers up his ribcage. What they weren’t expecting was the loud squeal that left Tommy.

“Looks like I already found a tickle spot, Wilbur!” Charlie exclaimed, gently pinching around his top ribs, causing the boy to let out yet another squeal. “Wow, do you want a medal or something?” Wilbur snarked back sarcastically, glaring at the dirty blonde before massaging his thumb into one of Tommy’s hip bones.

“Wiiihihill! NOHOhoho!” Tommy tried to twist left to right, but that damn feeling on his hip bone just wouldn’t secede. Charlie furrowed his eyebrows, seeing that Wilbur was back in the lead. He reached his other hand around and formed it like a claw, and then vibrated it into the other side of his ribcage as he kept up the prodding on the other side.

“CHAHAHARLIE! QUIHIHIT IT!” Tommy absolutely shrieked, unsure whether to attempt to push his hands away from his ribs, or to cover his face and obvious blush was creeping up on his cheeks. “Gotta admit I’m the better tickle monster first!” Charlie giggled, making little ‘tktktktk’ noises right in Tommy’s ear.

“N’awww, Tommy!~ You have just the sweetest giggles, and I know they’re because of me and not the slimy boy, is that right?” Wilbur teased, moving from his hips to the sides of his belly, scribbling his nails over the area. Hiccupy laughter began to emit from the boy, him kicking his legs into the couch behind Wilbur.

“He’s now all hiccupy! That’s so cute!” Charlie exclaimed, grabbing one of Tommy’s flailing arms. He sniggered to himself as Tommy’s laughter turned more high-pitched at the sudden vulnerability, a wide smile on his face nonetheless. “Uh oh, Tommy… someone’s in trouble now!” Charlie teased as he wiggled his fingers over his exposed underarm, not making contact now.

“DohoHOHON’T! WIHILBUR- *snort* HEHELP!” Tommy’s laughter grew an octave at his own snort, shaking his head as Charlie wouldn’t stop the stupid anticipation. “There’s no way I’m helping you, Toms. I mean- unless you say that I’m better at this.” Wilbur smirked, deciding to try a new spot as he turned around, fluttering his nails under Tommy’s knees.

The giggles it made Tommy produce were different. They were more flustered it seemed, almost like Wilbur just found a certain melt spot. “Tommy, you’ve gone all soft now! Let’s change that, shall we?” Charlie chuckled mischievously, his fingers crashing down and lightly scribbling into his underarms.

Feeling both his death spot and melt spot being tickled at the same time was definitely a different feeling. “NOOOHOHO- *hic* PLEHEHEASE!” His voice began to sound slightly strained, so Charlie retracted his hand in response. “Looks like I found your worst spot, eh?” He smiled, but it was more of a fond smile this time- compared to all his evil ones.

“Hmmm, Charlie. What if we worked together, just once?” Wilbur offered, and Charlie gladly nodded. “What do you need from me, boss?” He smiled playfully before Wilbur went in to whisper something into his ear. ‘What were they planning now? My demise?’ Tommy thought curling up on himself.

In one swift movement, Tommy found himself leaning onto Charlie being held in place with one of Charlie’s arms, and Wilbur looming over him with a grin that did not look friendly. It looked quite evil, in all honesty. “You ready, Toms?” Wilbur cooed, wiggling his fingers at the boy. The blonde whined, looking away from him. “N’aww, don’t want to watch the show, Tommy?” Charlie cooed in his ear. Just their words and actions alone made him want to squirm and laugh, and they haven’t even done the tickling yet.

A moment of silence fell onto them, Tommy still looking away, until a big raspberry was blown right beneath his belly button. The boy arched his back, a shriek ripping out from his throat as he weakly pushed at Wilbur’s head; but the stupid sensations just kept on going.

“YOHOHOU WIHI- *wheeze* WIHIHIN! ENOHOHOUGH!” Tommy managed to get out, his laughter nearly going silent. Wilbur sat up, rubbing Tommy’s tummy to help get rid of the tingles that still lurked around. “Who won? I didn’t catch it.” Charlie’s voice was gentle, but it was obvious there was some smugness there.

“Yeah, who won? You never stated a name, Toms!” The taller boy crossed his arms, smirking down at the boy. Tommy just let out a whine and covered his face, cuddling into Charlie as all the tickling wore him out. They both internally cooed at him, finding his snuggly antics so fond and wholesome, because for god's sake- it’s Tommy! You rarely find the boy getting all soft for anyone.

“Let’s just call it a tie, shall we Charlie?”

“Yeah, for now, that is.”

#mcyt tickle #lee!tommy #ler!wilbur #ler!slimecicle #my writing

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acenancy · 3 years

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Writing Tag Game

Tagged by @sabrinachill. Thank you, my friend! <3

20 questions, writer’s edition.

How many works do you have on AO3?

19 works

What’s your total AO3 word count?

62,952 words

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

5 fandoms

Nancy Drew

The 100

American Gods

Harry Potter

Teen Wolf

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Where the Lightning Strikes The 100, Bellarke

A Blush of Love The 100, Bellarke

Missing You is a Slow Burn The 100, Bellarke

i waited for your heart to melt American Gods, Mad Wife

Like Petrol Soaked Paper and Fireworks (She Burns) The 100, Bellarke

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes, I’ve been making a point of responding this year. It’s so kind of people to go out of their way and leave a comment on my work, big or small, and I want them to know how much I appreciate it. I don’t always respond right away but it’s only because I want to be able to match your energy when I do. Same goes for commenting on other writer’s fics!

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

HM. Angstiest? Probably Chapter 5 of Missing You is a Slow Burn, though Chapter 4 personally hits harder.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Perhaps I Think It’s About Old Friends.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I only wrote one once bahahha and it was short and sweet. My lil Jily meets Stydia trash fire, Wizards of Beacon Hills High.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Unfortunately. Which...why? It’s not like fanfic writers are getting paid. We don’t owe you anything. It’s a hobby. You don’t shit on people’s hobbies.

Only feel free to critique my work if I’m seeing royalties, baby!

So never.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I’ve tried. I’ve failed. End of story bahaha. I’d love to give it another shot one day.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Can’t say I have.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

What’s your all time favorite ship?

FFFF. I feel bad not saying Bellarke since I loved them so passionately for so long but...my heart forever belongs to Jily. When all is said and done, I always return to them like home.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I currently do not have any WIPs that I do not intend to finish. double vision ALMOST got left in the dust, though. The plot got ahead of me for bimbo brain reasons.

What are your writing strengths?

Ah, I dunno. If I choose even one thing then I know tomorrow I’ll suck at that one thing specifically.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Again, I’m going to follow Mattie’s lead and not specify anything I find weak about my writing. She made a good point in her post bahahah

However, generally speaking, it takes me a lot longer to string a sentence together than it did when I was younger. It turns out my mom was right, and drugs really do fry your brain! I’m dumb now.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I TRY TO AVOID IT. Out of respect. I don’t want to butcher any language but the English one.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, Marauders Era. All of that work is now gone with the wind...

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

The fics I wrote for Mad Wife are my favorite, especially i waited for your heart to melt. Sweeney and Laura’s nasty little relationship tapped into something raw and mean inside of me, so writing for them felt almost cathartic. Plus, their banter was the most fun to play with.

Tagging: @gernades @dogwithabirdatyour-door @acesdrew @flythesail @polkadotk804 @platanchorsociety @nancy-drew @stonerbughead @wildlittledaisies @acesnancy

If you’ve already been tagged or if you hate these things, my apologies!

#me #writing #tag game

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luffysbasement · 3 years

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You're cheeky. And post-prison Dream! Can't wait!

I hate how I can't send pictures though anonymous asks, fucking hell. There was this photo wall at a restaurant in our district, and there was a picture where the couple was holding hands, and only the hands were in the shot. There's a sad story behind the whole photo wall and this kinda reminded me of it.

Moving on, remember the time I talked about intimate stuff? I feel like this is another one of those. The more simple something is, the easier you can see how a relationship you have with a significant person is different from what you have with other people. The hands you drew are amazing, beautiful, HONESTLY, I love them so much.

The way Gog's hand went from grabbing Dream's thumb to slipping through it. I did that a lot with my crush back then, like sleeves to fingers to hands, yk what I mean? I can just feel George contemplating whether he should continue with the whole thing and just intertwine their fingers.

Even at the start, George wasn't even looking at the computer screen, was he. (there's a meme about something like this in another fandom bsjsjwjw.) And the last one cures depression, George feeling content and happy while Dream's a blushing mess, sums it up pretty well.

Imagine if dream does another handcam and it's like this. I will faint and die, and resurrect to see it one more time.

-✗

aww i'd love to see it but thats too bad :// tumblr also doesnt allow anonymous submissions im pretty sure

i agreee, i was brainrotting dnf being just so content with each other's presence and connection while drawing the fanart :(( and BAHAHA now that you mentioned you and your crush, a lot of the replies, tags, comments and qrts on my dnf fanarts are filled with people feeling too single and crying about it, its so hilarious

and hey! you described it well, the handholding part :] im glad you loved the hands lol i have an addictive drive towards drawings hands but since theyre pretty frustrating to draw, it usually take lots of tries before i draw one im satisfied with (so i gave up and used the references my twt moot gave me lol and the middle hand one was modeled by yours truly LMFAO)

i know i drew it but dnf... finally meeting up and feeling each other's presence through simple touches and the warmth by their side..... im--

#asks #♡♡♡#!!!!!!!!#this is one of my fave pieces #its just so soft snd simple #why is it that the ones that blow uo are the ones that i draw on impulse and work on in like 2 hours #jk the most popular drawing of mine took literally that long lol #but this one was like the whole half of the day but was still on impulse #also can i just aJSBSHWBAKNSJWKAKDJS #I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY DREAM DOESNT DO HANDCAMS #PUNZ DOES THEM AND ITS FINE WE DONT SEE HIS FACE AND STUFF AAAAAAAAAAA #i need more dre hand content can he just do it lol

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alientrashpanda · 3 years

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So I just updated my Icon to my OCs drawn by my friend. And like...

I made these guys WAAAAY back yeaaars ago and like why do they look like a version of Jon and Martin in a way?! This art was done a while ago before I knew about TMA and when I saw how everyone drew Jon and Martin I was like.... hmm I like this bahaha

#their names are Drake and Harrison btw #monster hunterrssss #Harrison is a bit more fierce than Martin baha #but like #my boys #guess we all have a type? lmao #tma #ask me about them i dare u #i love them so much

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maastrash · 5 years

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Pushing it (Elorcan NSFW)

A/N: Thank you all for 900 followers!! I hope you enjoy this elorcan os!

Warning: SMut smut smuttity smut bahaha this is basically porn with a little bit of a plot...

Read on A03 here :)

Elide groaned as she threw her bag onto the floor, gum, lipstick, and receipts spilling out. Her ankle was throbbing so terribly that she couldn't find the energy to care. She sat down on her plush grey couch sighing softly as her ankle found instant relief. Lorcan, her boyfriend, shut the door behind them and sat down next to her.

“I told you not to overdo it,” he said. And although annoyance coated his words, she could see the worry in his eyes.

Elide knew that she should be thankful and even flattered that he cared for her so much, but his territorial mothering was growing tiresome. It was an old injury anyways and she knew how to deal with it.

When she was young, her parents passed away she was forced to live with her sleazy uncle, Vernon. In high school, she had broken her ankle and Vernon hadn’t wanted to waste money on a doctor’s visit so it never healed properly. Elide had learned to live with the slight limp and trained enough that it had finally stopped aching. However, a recent car accident seemed to have aggravated the old injury.

“Well how do you suppose I heal if I don’t practice?” she snapped. Her words coming out harsher than intended.

Lorcan sighed, his brows furrowing. “The therapy is supposed to help you with the pain, Elide, not make it worse. You shouldn’t have pushed it so far.”

“Well, what do you want me to do it about it now? What’s done is done.”

“Let me see it,” he said, outstretching his hand.

“It’s fine, Lorcan.”

“Elide,” he warned. “Don’t fight me on this, just let me see it.”

She rolled her eyes, but eventually gave in, placing her ankle on his lap. She knew that when Lorcan was this determined, it was best not to fight him.

He began massaging her ankle. His hands finding the sorest parts and kneading out the knots until the pain began to ebb away. Elide couldn’t help but sigh in relief. She hated to give Lorcan the satisfaction, but he was right. She had pushed herself too hard. At least now she wouldn’t have to deal with a tight, sore ankle tomorrow.

Elide moaned as Lorcan’s deft fingers began circling a particularly sore spot. She couldn’t deny that it felt good. Her cheeks flooded with warmth as she thought about what else his fingers could be doing. She tried to banish the thought, but she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“Lorcan,” she rasped. “I think you need to go higher.”

He only nodded, moving his hands slightly upwards until he began massaging the muscles in her calf.

“Higher.”

Lorcan gave her a questioning look until he saw the flush of her cheeks and heard the desperate edge to her voice.

He smirked, gently removing her ankle from his lap and standing abruptly. Before Elide could protest at the lack of contact he picked her up off the couch bridal style.

Elide squealed wrapping her arms around his neck, losing herself in his onyx eyes.

“What are you doing?” she gasped.

“Taking you to the bedroom. I can’t do what I want to do on that tiny couch.”

Elide felt warmth flood her core in anticipation. She kissed him gently as he slowly made his way to the bedroom. Their bedroom.

She melted into the kiss letting him lead her. They broke apart only so he could lay her gently on the bed. He went to his knees, grasping her ankle and starting his message again. He slowly made his way up until he was working her thighs. Once he reached the waistband of her pants he slowly slid them off her body until she was naked from the waist down.

“Hey, I had nice panties on,” Elide began. “You didn’t ev-”

Her words got caught in her throat as Lorcan licked between her legs.

Her back arched off the bed and Lorcan had to hold her down to keep her from thrusting into his face.

He teased her with his tongue, her moans becoming desperate, she was close. Right when she felt herself approaching her climax, Lorcan removed his mouth smirking.

Elide could have killed him.

“Lorcan!”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, feigning innocence.

“Don’t stop,” she said, panting.

He raised a brow. “Is that how you ask nicely.”

Elide gave him her death glare, but he just smiled back at her.

He stood, making his way up her body with hot, open-mouthed kisses. He placed his hands on either side of her kissing the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder. Elide gasped at the movement but only became needier as she saw Lorcan above her, a mischevious look in his eyes.

“Lorcan, please,” she managed to get out. She was breathing hard and needed him to touch her.

He leaned down brushing his lips against hers softly. He moved down leaving kisses on every inch of exposed skin, her shoulder, her collarbone, her neck. Sucking softly then gently licking the small hurts. She’d be covered in marks tomorrow yet she couldn’t seem to care.

Pulling her shirt off her body and unclasping her lacy black bra Elide smiled at the lust that filled his eyes.

“I think you have too many clothes on”

Lorcan smirked sliding his own shirt off and grinning as Elide took in the hard planes of his chest, his entire torso corded in muscle. Cocky bastard she thought to herself.

Lorcan took one of her full breasts in his mouth swirling his tongue around it, his finger rolling the other. Elide moaned, he knew just what drove her crazy.

She gripped the waistband of his pants desperately trying to get them off so he could pleasure her thoroughly. Lorcan chuckled as she finally succeeded and helped her by kicking his pants and boxers onto the floor.

Taking the hint, Lorcan aligned himself with Elide’s center and slowly slipped into her.

Her eyes fluttered shut, as Lorcan teased her, moving much too slow for her liking. She gripped his back pulling him closer until he was fully sheathed inside of her. They both groaned at the feeling.

Lorcan paused, kissing her cheek to let her adjust to the fullness of him.

He began with slow, short thrusts, but it wasn’t long until Elide was a panting mess. She wanted more. Needed more.

As if he could read her mind Lorcan picked up the pace, his thrusts quickening. He nearly pulled out all the way before slamming back into her.

Elide could feel her climax approaching and the noises coming out of her mouth were no longer coherent. Mumbles that could’ve been his name or could’ve been begging fell out of her mouth until she reached that glorious peak, her body seizing with pleasure, but Lorcan wasn’t done yet.

He drew out her orgasm continuing to thrust into her slowly. He gripped her legs pulling them onto his shoulders the new angle allowing him to go deeper inside her. Slowly she felt herself approaching that cliff again. She knew Lorcan was close too. This time when she went over the edge, he went with her, her orgasm triggering his own.

She sighed as he emptied himself inside of her, never feeling so complete.

They lay there for a while, Lorcan on top, limp, but still inside.

“I love you,” he whispered against her neck.

She was too spent to even respond, but she kissed his head in response, knowing he knew what she meant.

After a few minutes, he withdrew and Elide almost groaned at how empty she felt without him inside of her.

Lorcan lied down next to her pulling her close to his chest. They stayed there for the rest of the afternoon wrapped up in each other's arms and Elide wondered if pushing herself wasn't such a terrible mistake after all.

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A little Excerpt from a BBRAE Roleplay between my friend and I:

A little context: It’s two years after the end of season 5. Raven is 18, nearly 19 and Beast boy is 18. Raven has fallen in love with Beast boy after he nearly died protecting her from a cult of Trigon seeking revenge. Literally a week after theyve recovered from their wounds, Raven has been losing control of her powers and has been sinking into depression and even losing control of her demonic powers. Robin told everyone to leave raven alone to collect herself, but beast boy had to talk with her...and so he decided to write her a letter.

The excerpt is below the cut! :D I just wanted to share this cause it’s super in character and fucking cute ;A; I really wanna draw this and make it a full on fic, as it does fit nicely with my headcanons... Also, forgive us for any spelling errors. this is via the LINE app on cell lmao

The parts written by me are indicated, and my rp partner is the marvelous @angel-dust-ryuuki

Me: Beast boy stuck his head out of his room...looked to the left, looked to the right. No one in sight. It was nearing bed time and everyone was in their respective rooms. He heard muffled robin and starfire chatting, but could not make out anything they were saying. Raven's room was still cold, and almost gave off an unholy aura. It was dead silent. He wondered if Raven had gone to sleep finally? In any case, Beast boy carried out his little "plan." "If robin wont let me speak to you in person..." He thought to himself, kneeling down to her door. "I'll just have to write instead!" Beast boy slipped underneath raven's door, that single piece of crinkled up paper. Raven noticed it right away. She could always feel when someone was near...And she saw the little paper quietly slip under her door. Beast boy trotted back to his room, took one last look down the hallway at her door, and then closed his door behind him. Plopping back down on his queen sized bed, he began to game some.

Raven didn't know what to expect. But judging from the crinkly-ness of the paper and the horrendous writing, it had to be beast boy. Beast boy...her heart fluttered. Raven opened up the crude letter to look at a small little paragraph or two. She had to squint her eyes to read it.

"Raven- It's me, beast boy. I heard you weren't feeling well with everything that's going on. I just want you to know that it's okay to feel the way you do. Sometimes we have good days and sometimes we have bad days. And I know you're gonna say 'I'm not allowed to have bad days', but...I just want you to know we all hope you feel better soon! I hope I didn't do anything to hurt you or make you upset. Let me know if i did! You can punish me in any way you want! ...well, just don't take away my videogames! (he drew a random smiley face here).

If you're having trouble sleeping, maybe come hang out with me for a little while. I know it's a stretch, but I know robin and starfire do their...Adult things at night and cy usually has to charge his battery by late night...I'm usually up though! You're free to come visit. I won't tell anyone don't worry! The offer's always there and my door is unlocked at night if you need anything. You don't even have to knock! (insert another smiley face here.)

I hope you feel better soon, rae.

-From: (there were a few words here that were scratched out and illegible, followed by a slightly more bold signature: ) Changling. "

Angel: Raven blushed at the letter and held it close. She couldn't help but feel the warmth of his words in this cold room. Deciding to play along.

Beastboy was on his bed when a crow appeared. Dropping a neatly folded and stamped letter on his chest before it disappeared like smoke.

"Dear Changling, Nice name by the way. It's rather fitting. Do you plan to make it your new hero name?I appreciate the concern for what appears to be a more then unwelcome bad day. I know you want to tell me it's okay to feel the way I do. But feelings are not something I can have. You know how unstable my powers are. You didn't hurt me or make me upset. Nothing that has happened is your fault. The fault only lies with me. So please do not blame yourself for any of this. I will take your offer under consideration.-Raven

Me: Beast boy smiled and then looked around his room for more paper. Of course he was cleaner the more mature he had gotten, no longer being able to tolerate the smell. Most of his mess remained inside his closet though. Finally finding another paper he began his response.

A few moments later another paper slipped under her door.

"yeah, changling sounds pretty neat huh? I'll have to admit even I'm surprised I came up with that! (emoji here). Maybe I can ask robin if my personal file can be updated.

Look, I know you're not too keen on spending an evening late at night with some weird green dude but I SWEAR. I won't make you play video games or even make you talk. U could just come and read one of Ur books and I can do my own thing... I know how being alone can make u feel depressed."

Raven paused for a moment. She felt a chill go down her spine. Her room was so cold.. No doubt thanks to her powers reflecting her mood a little.

" the offer is always here. Even if I'm asleep or something u can wake me up! I don't care! I just want you to feel better raven."

Raven blushed deeply and sighed continuing to read the last bit.

"I'm glad I didn't mess up anything... I seriously been feeling like u were mad at me about something. But thanks raven. I won't worry anymore."

Angel: "Dear Changling,I'm sure Robin will have no problem with that. I've heard from Starfire he too is planning to soon change his Hero name to Nightwing. "Pausing on how to continue this. But feeling...lonely? Sighing. "I know your intentions are good. But my powers are unstable right now and I'm not even sure what might happen. I would prefer not to put you in any danger as much as possible."The last part she sighed a bit. "But...I do appreciate the letters. I wasn't even sure you knew how to write.-Raven"Bahaha of course she chide at him a little. XD Well he's never written a letter for her before. Heck he didn't even write one for Terra.

Me: Beast boy scowled at her sarcastic remark. He got out yet another piece of paper -(turns out he found an old empty sketchbook he was gifted but never used).

--- Another letter under her door. Beast boy was getting out of breath at this point XD

"Night wing?!? Okay well at least my name is cooler...."

Raven giggled and then immediately blushed when she realized she was laughing... At one of beast boys jokes?!? Hell had truly frozen over... Raven hadn't noticed it yet, but as she was writing these little letters back and forth, her emotions were stabilized... And her furniture no longer was floating. Hell, even her room began to warm just a tad...

"I think ur just using Ur powers as an excuse not to hang out with me! And yes, I know what happened earlier. Rob-(scratched out) night wing told me earlier. Look, I get that u have to control Ur emotions and stuff. But u were fine before all this trigon stuff happened. Maybe u could use a distraction or two? (winky face smile emoji here)

I do know how to write but I know how to text even better. U can message me via communicator u know.......

U do know how to make a private chat with that thing don't u? "

Raven looked at her communicator which lit up right as she finished reading his message.

In all green text in a private message it read: Sup?

Angel: She texted back then:

I'm aware. Starfire and I private message from time to time. How exactly would you plan on distracting me?

Sending the massage to him then. Putting the ball back in his court. She blushed.

Me: It showed he was typing... Then it showed he wasn't... Then it showed he was. Raven watched in baited breath almost awaiting a response. Why was her heart so giddy all of a sudden? She was technically still a teen at age 18, though the giddiness of young love had not yet crawled its way into her heart.... Til now.Finally his message popped up."okay well I just found out about the private message thing tbh...." he wrote. No wonder he always replied or sent mass texts in group chat...." well I know u like to read. Why not give one of my comic books a try? Or maybe u wanna watch a scary movie?" Raven saw that he was texting her again. Another message popped up."Okay bad idea. Emotions. Bad. Got it."

Angel: She almost rolled her eyes at his text messages. They were kind of amusing. 'You're pretty insistent on me coming into your bedroom " she texted back. Bet he would read that and we'll get embaressed. XD

Me: there was a long pause on her communicator. Then It showed he was typing, followed by a long pause of not typing. Was he embarrassed? Did it go over his head? Raven was tapping her foot nervously on her bed, awaiting a response. Still hadn't noticed the stability in her soul or room...she was that engrossed in this conversation. (Just like any earth teen, amirite?) Finally, then came a response: "I just want you to feel better, Rae." Is all he wrote in that long time. Raven's face instantly turned pink. She had to put her communicator down and cover her eyes for a moment. Meanwhile, Beast boy was in his room worrying sick that she thought he was up to no good. The last thing he wanted to come off as was some kind of creep like that asshole Adonis. But maybe Raven didn't know that about him?! He just wanted her to know he was a gentleman..He was purely doing this to help out a friend and nothing more.

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crescendochan · 5 years

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Petrichor. - G.D. AU

Doing something a little different.

This occurs in the same universe as my Riptide AU (which is Marvel x Kpop), but in honor of the Dolan Twins ten million subscriber milestone, I’m adding my bias (BAHAHA is that even the right term for a favorite in a YouTube... group? Idek man.), Grayson, into a short-ish blurb. Kinda wanna expand on this, make it a sort of side plot.

Also, I made Gray into a water elemental!villain because I feel like he’d be a good villain HHHHH. Ethan’s a fire elemental soooo that will be fun to write later, if I get to that point.

Anyway, enjoy!

Happy reading,

Erin

Word Count: 1,376

(also, the gif was the most threatening one i could find. he is not threatening. he is. babie.)

(also also, Wooyoung, Hongjoong , and Yunho are members of the kpop group ATeez who are included in my Riptide AU.)

The unfamiliar face belonged to a near giant of a man. He easily stood at six feet and had broad shoulders, making him look like some sort of strong-arm. In other words, there was no way you were getting into a physical fight with him.

For the first time in a while, you were grateful for your powers.

“Move.” Of course the stranger had a raspy, throaty voice to match his stature. It was funny that he thought he could convince you with one word, though.

A smile graced your features and you set the bottle you had been drinking from down. “You first.” With a forward sweep of your arms, the remainder of your water gushed out of the bottle, twisting towards the man’s ankles.

“Two can play at this game, doll.” You were usually on high alert during fights, but what caught you completely unaware was when you felt an all too familiar tug on your weapon. Soon, the water was zooming towards your face and you ducked, simultaneously pulling out your ability-blocking gun and firing it nearly blind at your enemy’s general vicinity.

You assumed that you had at least skimmed him, because in the next moment his hold released and you decided you had had enough of this stupid tug of war. Stretching your fingers, you made a fist and yanked all of the other elemental’s water out of the flask he carried, quickly absorbing it into your own. Head flaring with pain- trying to control your element with only one hand was quite straining on the mind- you slipped your gun back into its holster and backed away.

You almost regretted taking the time to fully observe your opponent. He was definitely good looking, with an extremely chiseled jaw and, while dark with some form of negative emotion, his hazel and green tinged eyes were absolutely enchanting. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he was a charmer, not an elemental or even a strong-arm.

“Liking what you see, love?”

Yunho had bestowed upon you a tactic to buy more time in a fight with an evenly matched opponent: keep them talking.

“Actually, I think I do.” Relaxing your tense muscles, you let the water drop into a nearby fountain, but in the back of your mind, you slowly began to lower its temperature. “What’s your name?”

“You’re a fool to think I’d tell you that,” the mystery man huffed, but that remark gave you all the information you needed to know.

“Only S.H.I.E.L.D employees care that much about keeping their identities a secret. S.H.I.E.L.D employees or ATeez, but you’re obviously not with us,” you bit back, risking a quick glance at the fountain. Some of the surface was already glistening with ice and you hoped you could distract this gorgeous man long enough to keep him from noticing your trap. “Let me guess, they turned from playing nice to seduction. Well, guess what?”

“Grayson. His name is Grayson,” Hongjoong informed over your earpiece, and you smirked.

“Grayson, is it?” When you dared to take a small step forward, Grayson remained still as a statue. You needed only to take a few more paces before you were able to stand face to face (or more like face to chest) with him. “That. Won’t. Work.”

“Oh, that’s what I figured.” A yelp escaped you as Grayson swept his leg underneath you, successfully kicking out your own. In a flash, his own gun, similar in design to your ability-canceling one, was pointed at your chest, and you barely had time to roll away before he fired. The bullet grazed your ribcage and you hissed in pain. While there was no blood, even bare minimum contact with the ammunition caused major energy depletion, even to the point of pain for some.

“Force works, too.” Grayson grasped the neck of your t-shirt, hauling you up, and readjusted so the barrel of the gun lingered on your exposed neck, the worst place to get hit. If hit there, there was no guarantee an enhanced could regain their powers even in two weeks, which was the maximum amount of time recovery should take.

“Wow,” you spoke calmly, although inwardly you feared for the worst. Up close, Grayson was even more broad-chested than you had thought, and his muscles clearly showed under the button up he wore, “You’re even more handsome-“

“I hear another damn word except for ‘I’m in’ leave your mouth and I swear to God-“

“Fine. I’m in.” Grayson breathed a sigh of relief and dropped you, tugging his hands through his already tussled hair. It took all your self-control not to smile. “Not.” With that, you didn’t hesitate to kick him where the sun didn’t shine and dart around him as he bent over, groaning in pain. By then, the fountain had frozen over and your destination, aka where Wooyoung was waiting to snatch Grayson for interrogation, was within reach. You didn’t dare risk a glance behind you though, and didn’t dare to stop even more so when you slid onto the slippery surface.

Admittedly, you hadn’t completely thought through how you would run faster than Grayson since the both of you would be slipping around crazily. You were a water elemental, not an ice. That just wasn’t how shit worked. When you were out in the middle of the frozen fountain, you spun, arms flinging out to steady yourself as you flailed about.

Also, you were never one to laugh at an opponent (to you, it was just plain rude) but Grayson looked absolutely ridiculous attempting to catch up to you. As he ran, or more like slid, towards you, his steps sent spiderweb cracks out across the surface, and sometimes the ice gave out under his feet and sent him knee deep into the water.

“You won’t win, Grayson. Just leave me alone.”

“No. Fuck no, I can do this,” he muttered more to himself than you.

“Um, what the hell’s taking so long?” Wooyoung hissed over your earpiece and you huffed.

“Okay, okay, fine.” Sucking in your stomach to hopefully remain balanced, you grabbed a stick that had somehow ended up on the surface when you froze the fountain and used it to draw a faint circle on the ice. Grayson drew ever closer, but you knew you had him right where you wanted.

“The fuck are you doing? How’s a damn circle supposed to-“ Grayson’s words were cut off when you bent down, placing both palms on the surface outside of your circle.

Truth be told, you weren’t quite certain this would work. You just weren’t that skilled, but wasn’t there a first time for everything? Letting out a growl which sent heat spiraling to your cheeks, Grayson fired at you with his ability-canceling gun but missed miserably as the recoil sent him off balance again. Biting your lip, you pushed down onto the ice and sent all your pent up anger into the water, along with the... pleasant feeling Grayson’s vocalization had sent you. The water beneath you began to warm, and Grayson cursed, aiming and firing again.

He didn’t miss this time, and the bullet dug straight into your right shoulder. You let out a cry of pain, and your hand slipped as your muscles on that side gave out, landing you on your side as you struggled to regain control.

When you reached towards the water that was slowly rising, there was nothing but a feeling of emptiness. A blank slate. This was how you were every day before your powers came into the picture. Was this how it would all end, too?

It didn’t take much longer for Grayson to approach you, and he bent down. Even from your dazed and nearly unconscious viewpoint, you could tell he was looking at you. Pitying you, even.

You hated him.

“This is what happens when you don’t listen, love.”

That stupid pet name.

“Your partner’s gonna wonder where you are. He’s gonna worry.”

He dared to bring up Wooyoung?

“You let him down. You let us down.”

That was it. With your last remnants of clarity, you drew your dagger with your left hand, albeit shakily, and before Grayson could realize what you were doing, you slashed it into your right hand.

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goolagola · 6 years

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Yagiz + Hazan… HOW DID IT HAPPEN? | #review

Originally posted on Fb on February 13, 2018.

UNEXPECTED DISCOVERY: A Journey to Truth... and Love

There is a considerable amount of argument out there of the distinct difference between “INSTINCT” and “INTUITION" (and might I add, “INSIGHT” is usually a close echo after)—I’m sure many of you are privy to it. Shucks, there’s even argument of the precise definition of what each of them actually mean, let alone their distinctions from each other. It’s warranted. I myself wonder what the differences are, subtle and delicate they seem to me. Which then caused me to question, whether I myself accurately know their respective definitions in the first place. With enough investigative research, it appears that many, even those who are notably educated in the human psyche, have not really settled on a clear definition. But thank heavens, there is enough understanding of what they are that we all can find common ground where we can agree on their meaning. I won’t recapitulate a comprehensive exposition of the arguments for its scope goes both wide and thin but I will say this; yes, there is a difference between the two and yes, there are both psychological and physiological components associated with them. And yes, sometimes they are used interchangeably with each other but the simple fact of the matter is, without having to acquire a degree in psychology or biology, just a brief digital jaunt to Meriam Webster’s site or Wikpedia, and add to it Oxford’s for good measure, you’d get a comfortable idea of what “Intuition" is versus “Instinct".

Okay... WHY am I saying all this?

For authors and writers in general, knowing the definition and difference, even the philosophy, of any two words is quite necessary. Well, hello, words are what you need to tell a story, so it’s a no-brainer that nailing the definition of what something actually means is crucial. But to stop there, is to just remain at the mechanics and technical expectation of what a writer does. And that’s just a bit, uh—boring. But, now... In the CREATIVE space of what they do with what they know… Well, that’s a different ballgame.

Especially in Filmmaking.

(Ha! Some of y'all were probably wondering if you were still on a Fb group for FHVK, or ended up at a linguistics class instead 😝. Caglar trolls y’all all the time so what’s another nerd to put up with, right ✌️)

Here’s the thing. INSTINCT and INTUITION… I don’t think we truly realize just how much both of these two concepts are SHOWCASED in the Writers, Directors, and Cast’s portrayal of FHVK. Because I am truly a nerd 😆, I would decode the snuff out of something and with YagHaz, I’ve made some findings peppered throughout their story. And I gotta say, these two concepts are what made the relationship between Yagiz and Hazan quite enjoyable for me to analyze. (And hey, it might just be the same for y’all too—but the jury’s still out on that verdict till y’all conclude this review).

What’s more, I’ve discovered that decrypting what was instinctual and intuitive for them was just the TIP of the iceberg. Because these concepts only lead to significant INSIGHT (whad I say—close echo!) of what was truly, and DEEPLY going on between these two lovely, yet in so many ways, misunderstood people��though methinks the latter is only truest for Yagiz (but that’s for yet another time and discussion 😉).

If you’re ready for a long ride, allow me to explain further. But consider yourself WARNED—I’m notorious for writing super long reviews 😆. But what can I say, things worth gaining do take time. Pfft. Just look at the pace for these two adorkable characters. Long’n’slow be the Writers' middle name, yo.

I’ve broken this review into parts and you are now just concluding PART I. You can pause in between and save the reading for another time if you’d like. Do with it as you may—but I do hope you enjoy the ride!

PART II: INTUITION — Could It Be…?

Last review, we briefly covered on what was INSTINCTUAL for Hazan in this remarkable bond she shares with Yagiz. And believe me, there’s plenty more on that subject matter, not just for Hazan, but for Yagiz too—and it is quite mind-blowing on his part. I can’t wait to tell ya, but we’ll get to that later. Let’s first begin at the start of their journey.

When they first laid eyes upon each other on the 9th floor, in the 901st room of the Egemen hotel, both Yagiz and Hazan were under the influence of a LIE. It resulted in an intense confrontation on false premises of each other. But we also witnessed the electrifying chemistry between the two for the very first time as they clashed against and into each other. If that first brush with destiny as that rain puddle splashed onto Hazan as Yagiz passed by didn’t do it for ya, this hotel tryst is CLINCHER that the two were ENDGAME.

Two minutes into the encounter, the instinctual alarms were blasting off for both, pealing the message as they faced each other that the person standing before them was surely Bad News. Yagiz may have entered in already with his buttons pushed by Sinan’s deceptive tale, but the point is, a set of INSTINCTS in both were bred and sprung because of a single vile lie, which they believed for nothing but the truth at that point in time. To Hazan, Yagiz’ cryptic remarks denoted something oppressive and sinister, along with his dangerous eyes and icy tones. And to Yagiz, Hazan’s flummoxed reaction was just cheap trick to deny her harlotry whilst caught red handed. And so their instincts told them to defend, and ATTACK... Each other that is. And we got a showdown that literally drew blood. Yagiz thought she was a whore and Hazan thought he was a pimp. No wonder his face was cut. And no wonder she was thrown a Benjamin.

But here’s the good news; those instincts were bred by a FALSE reality... Which means there will be a different disposition altogether when the TRUE one emerges.

So HOW then, did these instincts we had gloriously witnessed in Hazan when she held on to Yagiz for dear life as the crowd watched upon her shame in E25 were birthed?

Well, that’s when INTUITION comes in.

Let’s take a look at Yagiz’ journey to understand what that means.

When things began to get disjointed for Yagiz concerning that hotel room incident, “something” began to niggle in his senses...

INTUITION.

It was telling him to seek the truth because things weren’t adding up, and so Yagiz followed a trail. But being on that path of discovery pit him against his immature, irresponsible, and selfish younger brother, to the point that not only was a construction project he’d committed sixteen months of his hard work and dedication was wrested from him, a two-year young company he’d started with 70 other dedicated people was shut down altogether. Which then led to his explosive revealing to his father, of the brokenness he had been carrying all this time because of the separation from his family. And so Yagiz chose to resign from his career and abandon that path of discovery entirely. It was costing too much of him. But he’d soon yet discover that it really wasn’t up to him… Fate somehow had kept linking them together; Hazan’s sister that he'd had to find and care for, Hazan's presence in his home as she embraced the sister he sheltered, Hazan's police arrest he'd witnessed and its reason that he had to solve—Yagiz unwittingly kept finding himself in the thick of things with all things Hazan (heck, they even began to share the same roof after her home caught on fire!), beginning with that historic hotel tryst, and on that path of discovery yet again and again, despite his previous attempts to bail. Eventually, the path led him to a key finding; Hazan had ripped the half-a-million lira check her mother tried to haggle out of his family. It was then that his initial INTUITION that first made itself known in E4 was proven right; a lie has been fabricated.

Hazan was not who he thought she was.

PART III: INSTINCTS — When A Man Loves...

There was a key phone call scene in E12 between Yagiz and Sinan, in which point Yagiz asked him what he finally wanted to speak to him about, and Sinan's answer was, “the first thing that you have in mind…”

Yagiz KNEW then, INTUITIVELY, that his younger brother was the perpetrator of the lie that had caused him to “trample the dignity” of an innocent girl.

The entire truth was finally revealed; And his INTUITION was the hand that wielded the SWORD that cut down the blinding veil of lies. And from then on,

A peculiar series of INSTINCTUAL behaviors from the aloof and independent Yagiz Egemen was put on display.

And his actions spoke ALOUD and OTHERWISE of what his words would eventually say on E14—that he has NEVER been in love...

Pfft. WRONG.

Buddy, you’re so smack dabbed in it, your soundtrack is a remix of Michael Bolton's “When A Man Loves A Woman” 😂

Allow me to explain why.

When Yagiz told a fib in E13, to interfere on Sinan’s confession to Hazan by offering her a deal to be the face of Egemenlar Cosmetics, some of y’all probably wanted to shake his head silly. I, for one, did. Why was this man covering for his cowardly, manchild brother’s sorry tail—a sentiment that Sinan even echoed. But what did Yagiz say? “THINK whether I saved you…

“I did it to save her.”

BAHAHA 🤣

Okay. Telling a lie to cover a lie is never a good idea. And telling a lie to save somebody is just an oxymoron—like “Civil War”; there’s nothing civil about wars, they are violent and brutal. Lies don’t really beget solution. Lies beget lies. Though I don’t condone his methods, I get why Yagiz did what he did. It was a quick fix that he could come up with in that moment. What I want to point out is not the fact that he could’ve handled the situation differently—because telling lies is never a good idea (shucks, isn’t he now suffering, some twenty episodes later, under the heavy weight of secrets and lies himself?)—but I’d like to cite the fact that his protective instincts were kicking up to safeguard the girl who he had once shamed; If Hazan found out that Sinan was the man responsible for disgracing her, Yagiz knew she’d leave their family mansion which was her shelter since a fire had ruined her home. His objective was to keep Hazan away from being homeless, especially after all that junk she’s had to go through. But this wasn’t even the first time we even saw him protecting her, isn’t it... A similar thing happened a few episodes before. Only that time, Yagiz was trying to protect and spare her from the cruel and humiliating fact that her mother was bargaining her (who he’d at that point thought was solely responsible for the lie, instead of his brother), when he said to Hazan that he only sent the lawyer to advocate her case because it was Sinan’s request—lying, because Sinan's initial objective was actually being Romantic Romeo, by landing himself in the cans to share the jail cell next to her, while Yagiz' was being out there trying to get her out.

(Mmm. Maybe there are girls who love those sort of things and call it “love", that a man landed himself in jail to join you there. But at the end of the day, TRUE love is about being someone RELIABLE. Someone who sacrifices and rescues. So it bears to think twice whether it was truly love or—yes it feels good, but still it was just—romance. Sure, Sinan eventually displayed the effort to rescue Hazan, which is credit to him. But Yagiz from the get go was trying to do that, retaining the perspective of what would serve and benefit Hazan more. Mark that at that time, that though he’s reserved a measure of intuition of the truth, the lawyer hasn’t even revealed yet that Hazan had ripped that check. So Yagiz was still under a lot of influence that Hazan was a ya-know-what, but still he sent the lawyer to help her, gave her the benefit of the doubt—speaks volumes of his character. So you tell me which should be the first choice—but the only choice, quite actually—of the worthy man of her heart.)

So where else do we see Yagiz protective instincts operating?

Remember when Yasin showed up with a gun trying to be the Grim Reaper for Yagiz’ soul? But Mr. Freezer here remained the cool headed guy he was, showing no indication whether he was worried for his own safety, only raising his voice once, and even that was to put an end to Yasin’s verbal attack on Hazan’s sister’s virtue, not his, and then continued to retain his chill.

Until Hazan decided to move towards the gun.

Yagiz sprung forward like the hounds of hell were at his heels, yelled her name with a rage, and pulled her body towards his. The look on Hazan’s face after, when she was in his arms... 🤣 Though we then proceeded to witness Yagiz' level-headedness in trying to set things in order afterwards, we briefly glimpse how much the whole ordeal ACTUALLY affected him. The three Camkiran women could’ve been down to two that night. Notice his ungainly walk to his car when he and Hazan had to make their way to the police station to give their testimony. Mr. Keep Cool no more, Mr. Jerky Movements he was; he abruptly stopped and looked back to assure himself that she was close behind him. And when he saw her, he just had to open her door 🤣. In the car, he was attuned to her movements. His ever perceptive eyes shifting between the road and her face, trying to detect any sign of stress plaguing her then finally asking, “Are you okay?” You could see the tension exuding off of him. The man was strung up; the anxious gulp, the worried eyes, the distorted face… though subtle they had. Yet what they are showing is that his protective instincts were kicking up again. And in his own cryptic way, he couldn’t stop himself from expressing that he took issues that she had put herself in danger. And guess what they ended up talking about 5 seconds later—like, literally?

REFLEX.

As in what comes to you INSTINCTUALLY…

Yeah. BAHAHAHA 🤣

So all these before E14 ever said hello, so err—still wanna tell me that Mr. Freezer here was “never” in love before?

And then alas, EPISODE 14 arrives. ✊

And what a HUUUUGE kicker it was!

But here’s the thing. In order from keeping this post stretching all the way to Istanbul, I’d have to call it a day. Because seriously, there is literally so much stuff going on in E14, flippin’ episode needs its own review all by its-oh-so-magnificent-self. I’m already struggling to keep this current review as succinct as possible. I couldn’t even fit some noteworthy epicness that should've really gone up above, but I shall try to on our next—and yes, mind as well warn you now—LONG ride 😆. So y’all stay tuned. Or go on a swim. Or take a long nap. Or go star gazing—heard Jupiter’s coming to prominence this time of the year. Whicheverhoo suits yo fancy! 😁

Been a pleasure, folks. 😎

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praximeter · 6 years

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So. Your maskfic. I've been working up to what I've wanted to say for a couple of chapters now - you write like you really respect Bruce as a character, and I really appreciate that because many authors only cast him to fit their plot or use him as a passive bystander. You treat him as more than just a host for Hulk, and I adore that. However. That being said. You smacked me over the head with these last two chapters back-to-back and I'm almost ready to take it all back. So, thanks. I hate it.

Bahaha – thank you very much for your comments on Bruce. I actually find him the most difficult character to nail down, as I feel like what we’ve seen of him in the films is very reductive in one direction or the other. In the case of maskfic, it was important to me to involve Bruce because of the dynamic in play between the world’s three super soldiers: Steve, the Soldier, and Bruce. I found that to be a very interesting dynamic, and of course this little nugget as well:

[content warning: references to torture]

“He looked at ‘em, the films I mean, for about two seconds.” Tony lifted his shoulder in a half-hearted shrug, and gave Steve a smile that was all teeth and utterly humorless. “Almost a full Code Green.”

Steve closed his eyes. “The evidence of torture…?” JARVIS had walked them through it, later, shown them the areas of accelerated bone growth, the odd precision of those healed over breaks—

“No. He’d seen them before.”

Steve blinked. Before he could open his mouth, Tony bowled him over with a torrent of words. “Not all of them. Not the arm, not the—implants. Nothing identifiable, like the replaced ribs. None of that. But photographs of cell regrowth over time, after—injuries, films showing bone density, that kind of thing, yes. He’d seen it before. Old scans, data, research notes, all of it was part of a docket of research materials he got access to when he won the grant from the MRMC. The, uh, the Army Medical Research and Materiel Command.”

It took Steve a second before the pieces clicked. He chest went cold. “The serum. His research on the serum.”

“Bingo.” Tony over-enunciated and drew out the word, and then hesitated briefly. “They told him—they told him the materials were from the 40s. They told him it was you.”

So yeah, I am way more interested in Bruce than I am the Hulk, because I think his perspective on somebody in the Soldier’s situation is going to be unique.

As for the last two chapters – 😈😈😈 – glad you “hate” it. Things are really ramping up!

Thank you for writing in!!! ❤️

#despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth #maskfic #maskfic meta #vextant #asks

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sufferthesea · 7 years

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Naruto Fleet

Tagged by: Sibi oneechan @purple-possibilities !!!

First thing y’all should know is that I don’t ship a lot in Naruto. I used to and I’ve tried recently but for some reason, most ships are really squicky for me. I mean no disrespect to the shippers or anything, but Naruto is just a fandom that I cannot really ship in. I’d love to and I’ve tried to force myself to read fics for ships but I just ))); Also forgot this was supposed to be in order, oops.

So I’ll put next to each one “ship” or “brotp” so you know. Most of these will be platonic.

Rules: List your top 10 Naruto ships in order and then tag 10 people you’re curious about.

1. NejiTen (ship). Since this is actually a ship, it goes first haha. I’ve always, always, always loved Neji and Tenten together. They just go together. I dunno why I like them so much since I hated Neji as a kid and Tenten didn’t get much screen time so I didn’t know much about her. 2. ShikaTema (ship). Another ship, so it goes first. I like their opposing personalities, the snark, the sarcasm, and the whole “crap, they’re hot UHH OH YEAH? WELL ... I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP” tension that runs through most of their interactions in the original series. But I heard they kinda ruined it in Boruto ); 3. Kakashi & Gai (brotp). Eternal rivals, polar opposites, total absurdity. I love it. It reminds me a lot of my relationship with my younger sis (who absolutely adores Gai and Rock Lee and has about as much enthusiasm and energy as them, also her favorite color is green so...). 4. Kakashi & Yamato (brotp). I haven’t gotten to see them interact a lot yet, but I love them both so much. Although whenever I think of Yamato, I think of Kakashi just being like, “Hm? Oh, him? Yeah. He’s my best friend. From years ago. We’ve known each other forever. We’ve been in contact since before the series started. He wasn’t totally just made up a few minutes ago because I wasn’t supposed to be a main character and so my backstory didn’t matter much...” 5. Naruto & everyone (brotp). Naruto is so cool because he makes friends everywhere, anywhere, all the time. He’s the type of person I wish I could be - to befriend people, encourage them, knock some sense into them ... hahaha. He’s such a sunshine boy!! I love it!! 6. Gaara & Lee (brotp). They’re so opposite - even more so than Kakashi and Gai. But idk I love the idea of them being friends and hanging out and talking and training. (Again, I was a bit like Gaara in middle school and my sister is 100% Lee ...) 7. Kotetsu & Izumo (brotp). I LOVE THEM. SO MUCH. I didn’t even know that much about them (still don’t really lolol) but I’ve included them in stories since like 2008. They’re just so wonderful. Idk. 8. Shikamaru & Choji (brotp). This is like my favorite friendship in the entire series. I LOVE SHIKAMARU AND CHOJI, THEY ARE SUCH WONDERFUL CHARACTERS AND GREAT FRIENDS AND THEY LOVE AND PROTECT AND DEFEND EACH OTHER AND AHHHH!!!! I think I envy them because while I have childhood friends (known them for 12+ years), I’m not super close with them like Shika and Choji are. But can anyone really replicate that friendship?! 9. Literally any of the “buddy system” partners in the Akatsuki. I love them so much. I just realized that I almost exclusively drew the Akatsuki when I was in the fandom. Including Tobi and Deidara as cheerleaders. It’s my masterpiece ngl. I should redraw it. 10. Zabuza & Haku (brotp MY ACTUAL FAMILY). This is my top brotp, actually. They are my family. I actually adopted them. Zabuza is my grumpy uncle and Haku is my sweet darling cousin and we live together in a cute house and everyone is happy and alive and together. It’s been this way since 2007.

Thank you oneechan for tagging me! I know it’s probably not so much fun because they’re not ships. But I’m Weak for the power of friendship.

Tagging: @thefoxthief @fluffymoe @selfshipping-kunoichi (bahaha, I was so tempted to write self-inserts and OCs for all my answers, Iyo) ??? Anyone else who wants to do it, feel free! Sorry for being a lame non-shipper in the nardo fandom.

#mine 44 #akimi.txt #tagged meme #naruto fleet #shipping meme #ship meme #shikatema #nejiten #about me #platonic ships are the best ships #sorry not sorry #i used to be an avid shipper #oh well

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