#I've gotta head to work soon ahhh

[xzhdjsj]

Asirel x Vampire Reader

biting asirel. thats it. thats the entire reason i wanted to write this

I've gotta say I'm not the biggest fan of being called a pet but something about Asirel just pulls me in yk??? I think he's very interesting and I loveee the darker themes in his story!

This is gonna be my last post for a whileee:( I feel like absolute shit I hateee being sick and I have a bunch of final exams to study for BUT I'LL BE BACK SOON!!!

It was normal for you to leave Asirel’s home without permission, undoubtedly out causing chaos and leaving a trail of blood behind for him to clean. But never has it been this. No hunter has ever been so daring, no, utterly stupid to attack you.

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Your body drags through a second floor window of his mansion, regaining your balance momentarily only for legs to give out under you. Your bruised body crashes to the floor, taking with you one of Asirel’s lavish vases. The noise definitely invited attention but you couldn’t care any less.

Time moved slower around you and blurry vision made it harder and harder to interpret your surroundings. You hiss out in pain and attempt to get up but to no avail you stay on laying on the polished floor, defeated as the air gets knocked out of your lungs. Bodies appear from every corner of the hall. There are many faces around you, keeping a safe distance, probably prepared to run if need be. None of them dared to touch you or take even half a step closer.

Perhaps it was an order given to them? Perhaps it was fear? What could a single worn vampire do anyways? Out of desperation, probably a lot. But even in desperation, their blood wasn’t what you craved.

It was hard to focus with limited strength and hard to breathe laying face first onto the floor. The sound of veins and arteries pumping sweet sweet blood around you is almost impossible to ignore. In a hazy state, your already intense senses are heightened and the sound becomes even more intoxicating, filling your ears and your mind.

You almost gave up, almost used the sliver of strength to grab someone and bleed them dry but the thought voided your mind when new set of footsteps could be heard approaching. A familiar scent invaded your senses.

Where was he? Close no doubt, BUT WHERE?

Ahhh there

“What is going on her-“ his voice halts.

You desperately push your body up on your palms to look up at him. You muster the strength to sit up but it feels like you might fall again at any moment.

“Master” you mutter in an entirely unintended drowsy and tired voice. You had meant to tease him but depleted energy made it hard for you to be a brat.

“Back to work. All of you!” his stern voice rings through the halls.

Footsteps scatter around you and Azirel kneels in front of you. Your lips curl into a weary smile as you gaze up at him but his face remains serious, his eyebrows furrowed.

He pulls you closer, one hand supporting your back, the other supporting your legs as he lifts you into his arms like a princess. Air fills your lungs completely but you’re barely conscious to register any of it. You close your eyes, face buried into shoulder, dwelling in his familiar scent, the rhythm of his heart, the peaceful darkness behind your eyelids. It reminds you of that day. The day after you met Asirel. It was the first time in months you had woken up in a comfortable bed. His silken voice calling out your name like a hymn sung by an angel.

“name”

“name”

“name”

“name” a soothing hand brushes the hair from your face.

“Come on wake up” your eyes slowly open. You feel the mattress beneath you, but this isn’t your bed or room.

“Mmm where am I?” you manage to whisper, your hand reaching for his collar desperate to taste him.

“Shhh, you’re home”

“But this isn’t my-”

“No, it’s mine”

He shushes you again. Effortlessly, he maneuvers your body onto his lap, left hand snugly around your waist, right hand holding the back of your head as he aligns your mouth to his neck.

God he smells good.

“Go on, drink”

Fangs pierce his skin causing a low gasp to leave his lips. Absent-mindedly, your hand moves to the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair softly.

When the warm blood hits your tongue, you almost lose control. Your eyes glow brighter and your breathing increases. You swallow harder and harder, your grip on his hair tightening.

“Hey hey” he grips onto your hair. You gasp and let go of him, blood dripping down the sides of your lips. Red eyes move from the wound on his neck to his eyes. He’s already looking at you.

“The bloodlust in your eyes make you so much more attractive but slow down.” He’s stern with his last few words but his grip on your hair loosens. His hand moves behind him supporting his weight onto the mattress and he turns his head to the side.

You don’t say a word your lips latch onto his neck once more. This time slowly drinking, careful not to take too much, careful not to give into your urges. Occasionally short groans leave his lips, the kind that you want to replay in your head over and over. It almost makes you want to never let go but you know better.

Once you’ve had enough, your mouth detaches from his body. With renewed strength hands move to his chest as you admire the blood dripping from the two distinct marks on his neck. Your body moves closer again licking the wound.

Had enough?” His voice echoes through the silence.

“Thank you” your voice comes out softly.

His hand leaves your waist to wipe the blood from the side of your lip before his lips are on yours. Your eyes flutter shut, savouring the taste of iron against his tongue.

“And sorry” you confess as he pulls away

“No you’re not, we both know you’ll do it again” he says knowingly

“Not for leaving, for your vase. Seemed expensive.”

“Mmm it was, but I can just get another” he smirks. “now tell me how did you manage to exhaust yourself this much?”

Right, of course he’d want to know why you were covered in blood and dirt

“Hunters” you rest your head against his chest, “I killed two but one got away,” you sigh “Their weapons are getting more advanced and there was something in their blood. It was rancid”

“Really? Well it was their stupidity. Most know you belong to me” his hand caresses your back, up and down gently.

“And only fools would believe they can rival you. I will take care of the rest and look into their advancements. Maybe we’ll uncover the secret behind their distasteful blood”

“Hmmmm” your head remains on his chest, eyes closed as the comfort sinks into your body.

“Don’t fall asleep, we need to get you all cleaned up first” he looks down at you

“Will you join me?” You look up, finally able to resume your troublesome nature.

His hand moves to play with your hair before tucking it behind your ears

“Is that what you want?”

You lean into his hand, cheek pressed against his palm

“Yes”

“Then I will” he cupped your face as if you were delicate, and his lips met yours. His arms wrap around you once more, lifting you and heading for the bathroom.

#zsakuva #sakuverse #asmr #asirel #asirel x reader

[themultifandomgal]

Matt- Meeting Him

My first day as the new trauma surgeon and I'm already late. What a great first impression. I slide into the drivers seat of my car, placing my bag on the front seat I put on my seatbelt and pull off my driveway.

It's winter and so cold in Chicago that I go go turn the heating on, that's when I realise a car is heading straight towards me. Am I on the wrong side of the road? No. It's them. Swerving so I don't have a head on collision I end up rolling down a bank hitting a tree then I black out.

My head is pounding when I come to... not a good sign. I reach up to touch my head and see blood... great I've cut my head open and probably have a concussion. I go to open the car but the door won't budge. I lean over to try the other but I can't reach, my belt is in the way. I try to unbuckle my seat belt but it's stuck. My phone is on the floor where I can't reach. I'm stuck. All I can do is hope that help is on its way and soon, because I'm pretty sure I can smell gas now.

Thankfully I'm not waiting long when I hear sirens so I do the only thing I can think of to get their attention and that's honk my horn. I then see some men in fireman gear stood at the top of the bank. I can relax. I manage to roll down my window when one of the men arrive

"My seatbelt is stuck. I can't open the door" I tell the man

"Ok we're going to get you out of here. Capp get the spreaders. Can you tell me your name?"

"YN YLN. Today was meant to be my first day as the new trauma surgeon at Med"

"Well you sure are going to make one hell of a entrance YN" the fireman jokes with me

"I think I can smell gas"

"Ok. Hang in there. Capp the spreaders now!" He yells and a guy who I'm guessing is called Capp runs down the bank "let's get you out of here"

"What's your name?" I ask

"Severide. Kelly Severide"

That was 2 weeks ago. Im now back at work and feeling a lot better than I did that day so I've baked the firehouse cookies on my day off

"Hey can I help you?"

"Oh errm hi. Is Kelly here? I wanted to drop these off for him and the guys who helped me a few weeks ago"

"Yeah come with me" I follow the man to see Kelly sat at a table with Capp and Cruze who helped me

"Special delivery"

"I just wanted to say thank you for helping me. These are for you guys" I give Kelly the box of biscuits

"You didn't have to"

"Yeah I did. Anyway I best go. I have an appointment to go to"

"You got another car?"

"No" I say quickly "No I'm well it's kinda embarrassing really but..."

"I get it. Want a lift?"

"Oh no I couldn't..."

"It's ok. I'll take her. Gotta go fill up the truck" the man beside me say

"Well there you go. Don't be a stranger YN"

"I won't. Thank you again"

"If I'm giving you a lift I guess you best know who I am. Matt Casey, Lieutenant"

"It's good to meet you Matt. I'm YN. Trauma surgeon"

"Ahhh your YN. Severide was on about you when squad went out that day" Matt helps me into the truck. I take in a deep breath when he closes it the door. I'm ok, everything's ok. I tell myself. Matt opens the door his side and gets in

"You ok? You look pale"

"Yeah. Just since the accident I've struggled with cars and moving vehicles"

"You'll be ok in here. Don't worry" I give Matt a small smile, his presence seams to calm me for some reason

"So where shall I drop you off?"

"At Med"

"Is everything ok?"

"Oh errm yeah. It's with Dr Charles about the errrr the anxiety with driving"

"I see. Well if you ever need a lift anywhere you can call me"

"I don't have your number"

"Yet" Matt gives me a wide smile which makes me laugh

"Isn't it frowned upon to flirt with the people you save?"

"I didn't save you. Severide did"

"Fair enough"

Before I know it I'm outside of Med

"Here" Matt grabs a piece of paper and pen and scribbles something onto it "my number. Phone me if you want picking up"

"Thank you. Seriously thank you" I take his number making a mental note to add it into my phone later. I leave the truck and wave him goodbye before heading into Med for my appointment.

#matt casey #matt casey imagine #matt casey x reader #Matt Casey x yn #Matt Casey x oc #one chicago imagine #one chicago #chicago fire #chicago fire imagine

[duskyashe]

NaNoWriMo Day #20

[masterlist] [part one]

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There wasn't outright panic. The League was too good for that, her father demanded nothing less. There were, however, a lot more frantic runners and assassins on guard. Somehow, someone had gotten through all their defenses, all their traps and trained sentries and her, and kidnapped the Demon Head's heir from right under their noses. And they had gotten away. No one even had any clue when the kidnapping had even happened; they hadn't discovered anything was wrong until breakfast, when Damian had failed to show after being summoned.

Talia Al Ghul stood in the eye of the deceptively calm storm that was the League of Assassins. One wrong move, one wrong breath, and everything she had worked for, everything she was, was liable to go up in flames. Her son was missing, and no one knew how it had happened. If she wasn't terrified for her own life, she'd have taken her fury at the sentries incompetence out on them already. It was their duty—

"Milady! The guest quarters are empty!"

No. He wouldn't. But he did, didn't he.

"Gather the troops, we're headed to Gotham," Talia snarled, stalking out of the chamber, barely hanging onto her temper by her fingertips.

I pray you're ready, beloved. Your son has declared war on the League.

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He tensed, stupidly, as soon as he woke up, more than half expecting pain to greet him. Instead, what greeted him was a poke to the face. Hard, but not painfully so. Screwing his face up in confusion, Jason opened his eyes, blinking furiously as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing. There was a kid staring at him. A mini B, with darker skin and green eyes perhaps, but Jason had seen the older family pictures, the ones from before Batman was ever even a pipedream. The kid in front of him, who was staring at him with wary curiosity, finger still extended as though to poke him again, looked exactly like B did at three years old.

"Who are you?" Jason rasped, confused. He knew Bruce didn't have a kid, so where— "Where-wait-what—" taking the room in, really taking the room in, told Jason two very important facts. One, he wasn't with the League anymore, and two, where he was looked like any other apartment bedroom he'd ever been in. Well, except for the strange looking medical equipment, of course. How do I know it's—?

The door behind the kid that he hadn't paid attention to opened, and a guy about Dickie's age walked in. He looked like a cross between Superman and Jason, which was something he'd never thought he'd ever have to think about. Tall, strong, one heck of a presence, but with messy, unkempt black hair, clear blue eyes with caution in them, and freckles lightly dusting his nose and cheeks. He also, Jason noted as he distractedly noticed the mini B hopped down to hug the guy, felt safe. His presence, while intimidating at first, felt like a cool summer breeze while lazing about the manor gardens, reading his favorite book while B sat nearby reading a newspaper. He felt like a guiding hand, a comforting hug, a protective shield—he just... He felt safe.

"Hey, there," the guy said with a small grin. "Glad to see you awake. My name's Danny, this little guy is Damian, you're in my apartment in Amity Park, Illinois." Bright blue briefly flared pit green and Jason felt his own eyes flash back. "And though we're trying to get in contact with your legal guardian so we can explain some things, cuz I am not going to be like Vlad about this, I just gotta say, well, I've waited a long time to say this. Welcome home, Jason. Welcome home."

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I DID IT! TWO PARTS OF A FIC WITHIN A CALENDAR WEEK! WITHIN DAYS OF EACH OTHER! AHHH THIS MUST BE A MIRACLE! *ahem* Sorry about that, I, ah, got carried away (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ it's... Been awhile since I've done this, writing "chapters" of a fic and posting them as I write them, and it's been even longer since I've managed to do it within a week of each other... It's... Nice, in a way lol

This ficlet is dedicated to kyrianclawraith, whom I apparently cannot tag in this post, for giving me the motivation to actually write this continuation, like I'd been thinking about but not seriously considering yet. Thank you, friend, for your kind words! (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆ You rock.

@draconicalvara, @fisticuffsatapplebees, @onyxlightdragon, and @sachabakkerr all asked to be tagged in the continuation, so here y'all go! Hope you liked it (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

Have a good morning/day/night!

#danny phantom #batman #dc x dp #dp x dc #fanfic #dp crossover #dp au #fanfiction #nanowrimo 2022 #NaNoWriMo Day 20 #dp/dc week 2022 #i don't know enough about the LoA to feel confident in writing the actual springing of the boys #the basics are Danny portaled into the room they're been Jason in #used the three most basic ghost powers to track Jason down #and found an adorable little kid with enough ecto exposure to make him liminal threatening him with a little knife #kids don't belong in that kind of place #especially not liminal or halfa ones #so Danny kinda just. took both boys and decided he now has a viable line of succession #Jason with an obsession close enough to his own for their cores to resonate across the world from each other #and Damian as the liminal backup heir in case things REALLY hit the fan #they're both his sons now but like Danny said #he ain't gonna be like VLAD about it #Jason should still technically have a legal guardian #and Damian looks oddly familiar to Danny #like he's seen those facial expressions before #so he's willing to bet the toddler has family stateside that might actually give a crap about the kid's safety #so Sam Tuck and Jazz are helping Danny track down Jason's guardians while ALSO trying to figure out why Damian looks so familiar #meanwhile in Gotham the LoA seem to have completely lost their own program and are making almost worryingly noticable moves #not enough for the public to notice. but enough for the big bad bat. poor Bruce. he's just trying to grieve his son

[iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid]

Radovid from the show and Radovid from the game are not the same character

they are both based on a paragraph of information from the book that mentions that there is a character named Radovid that will be king in the future - that it

ahhh okay, i do need to add the witcher books to my tbr pile soon. regardless! i am still so obsessed with the angst potential here. either show radovid is on his way to becoming what he is in the game (which, like, i've only played a portion of the witcher 3 so far so my knowledge is limited, but boy howdy it sure seems like things are lining up that way) or, OR, the show is an alternate universe in which radovid has the potential to become what he is in the game, but maybe things could pan out differently. maybe he can make a few better choices this time around. maybe those better choices are inspired by jaskier. who knows!

i'm just burning with the vaguest of possible fic ideas here for the show post-season-3. like, radovid's just watched his brother die and he's struggling to rule a country he never expected to (and never WANTED to) rule in the first place. he misses his brother and he misses jaskier and he's traumatized from the attack on aratuza and he can't focus on any of that because he has shit to do, and then he finds out that his advisor, his brother's advisor, is the one who killed his brother and caused all of this, and now he's not just in mourning and a little heartsick, he's fucking furious, and god! it's so easy to take that out on phillippa and then project it onto sorcerers everywhere! it's so easy to hate sorcerers and elves and the whole stupid war and just kick them all out of the castle and then the country and lock up the doors and wait until this whole thing ends! it's so easy!

but then you have jaskier, who's neck deep in this war between his work as the sandpiper and the fact that the people he loves most in the world are at the center of all of it, and, like, i don't know man! does jaskier catch wind of the king of redania being murdered and his brother being crowned king? does he get a chance to intervene early? does he not find out any of this until he starts hearing about hate crimes against elves and mages in redania? what happens then? i don't know! but i know it will hurt me!

maybe. okay run with me on this one. maybe a few months after everything jaskier hears bits and pieces about what's going on in redania. maybe he gets a few exaggerated stories and can't tell what's real and what isn't: radovid's banned all magic users and nonhumans from the capital, radovid himself is hosting mass burnings at the stake for any mages caught within city limits, they say he gouged his former advisor's eyes out in vengeance for his brother, etc, etc, and jaskier's like. okay back up. this isn't the radovid i know. i need to go talk to him. but he can't send letters when they're on the run, and how could radovid answer anyway without knowing where they are? so jaskier convinces yen or ciri to portal him directly into the castle. and maybe some shenanigans ensue. this is where things get really vague in my head and why i haven't written it yet, but maybe....? maybe something goes wrong with the magic? maybe they end up both portalled somewhere else and have to, like, fight for their lives while also dealing with this massive rift in ideals that's suddenly opened up between them. bonus points for jaskier being a worried mess over not knowing how to get back to ciri the entire time. idk man there's something juicy here i just gotta figure out how to shape it

#anon: lets me know a fun fact about the difference between the show and the books #me: hey thanks! anyway excuse me while i vomit up an entire fic idea real quick #i'm at the point where the mere mention of radovid and/or jaskier sends me into a frenzy of writing ideas #only problem is they are all! so! goddamn! vague! #anon #sam answers stuff #see the thing is. i was SO feeling a fic idea after the cabin scene #where ciri doesn't leave and instead accidentally portals all THREE of them far away #and jaskier's fresh off the betrayal of ''he was using me to get to ciri'' but also can't deal with that right now #because they're in the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE and ciri's injured and now you've got a bard and a prince as her temporary dads #her woefully unprepared temporary dads #but see then the whole ''brother murder'' thing happened and i was instantly 3000% more obsessed with radovid after that #i just love exploring how batshit insane grief can make people. you feel me? #ANYWAY. #the witcher #radskier

[sollucets]

I posted 1,083 times in 2022

That's 1,083 more posts than 2021!

213 posts created (20%)

870 posts reblogged (80%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@/ejunkiet

@/solclaw

@/pearl-kite

@/fooltofancy

@/softredrobin

I tagged 1,046 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#rasmr - 238 posts

#rowan chatter - 136 posts

#rasmr fic - 94 posts

#art - 57 posts

#self reblog - 52 posts

#wip reblogs - 51 posts

#my fic tag - 40 posts

#redacted asmr - 39 posts

#tag games - 35 posts

#rowan lore - 34 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#i can see their dressup day so vividly i almost wanna write it myself… gavin in a victorian gown…. gender….. ends with a ring……. ahhh

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

8 and/or 22 for the micro prompts!!

from this list, sunbathing + nap. it's been a while since i've written something about characters waking up /s /s /s /s so thank u very much for the prompt!! i am returning to my roots here. please note that this implies Activities but would still be t rated

💜

"Sam," they murmur, lips brushing the skin of his collarbone as they speak. "Sam."

He's a light sleeper; most Vamps are, since they don't need it the way others do. It's barely a second before he's moving under them, his breath catching as he comes back to awareness and his arm tightening reflexively where it's secured around their waist. "Darlin'?"

"It's okay," they tell him, quiet voice rasping after the workout they'd given it before their nap. "Nothing's wrong. We just gotta move."

They watch him carefully as he wakes. This isn't so familiar yet that they can miss it, that they can look away from these moments they've been allowed into. In the near-dark, they can just barely see what a human wouldn't. He checks his surroundings, gaze passing over their bare back and the couch and finally up to the reason they'd disturbed him: the light through the window, threatening to brighten.

"And what if I wanted to sunbathe, huh?" he asks, voice wry.

At his house, the windows are few and all fitted with blackout curtains, but this is their shitty little apartment and their ratty, bloodstained couch (again, he'd come back, somehow), and it's going to be sunrise soon. Their head had been too fuzzy and content and warm to think of it just after, senses full of his hands steady on their waist and his voice low and rumbling, and they'd drifted off. For once, they're grateful for their inability to sleep a full night.

"You're welcome to get crispy if that's what you really want," they say, shifting off him with a groan and watching with quiet delight as his eyes snap to follow their movements.

Sam hums, sitting up after them and letting them take both his hands to tug him to a standing position. They both know he doesn't need it, but they like his hands, and he follows after them like that towards the bedroom, where they intend to hang a comforter over the single window and shut out the impending morning. Just before they enter the room, he adds, simply, "I know what I really want."

There's nothing for it after that but to pull him onto the bed in a tangled pile of sleep-warm skin and kiss him until they can't breathe, until the very last second before the sun rises and they have to scramble, laughing, to hide from the light again.

75 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

#4

it is again wednesday

@/ejunkiet tag! <3 thank you

this is the same fic from last wip i posted; sorry, i know that wasn’t that long ago, but it’s got more words in it now. i won’t post from this again before it’s done, we will all just have to wait (yes we... i am waiting too, you understand how it is)

i would like to gently tag @/bicyclepainting (if u want to!! fully none pressure. its just that it worked last time eheheheh) and anyone who sees it and would like to!

💜

“Ash?” they ask, in the barest of whispers. “You awake?” 

He makes a little rasping noise that’s halfway to being a groan, his arm tightening around their waist. They don’t fight the fondness that wells up in their chest, and they don’t push him, either. It’s another long few moments before he speaks, murmuring, “G’mornin’, babe,” into the tiny space between them.

It sends an involuntary shudder down their spine to hear him, his voice so husky right on waking up that it’s barely anything but gravel, vowels drawn-out and lazy. He notices (of course he does) and the visible corner of his mouth tips up into a smug little smile. “Good morning,” they answer.

Asher cracks one eye open, the blue one, to look at them. “Nice view,” he says, still in that low rasp. 

They match his grin with one of their own, shifting just a bit so it’s easier to see his face. “Keep talking.” 

He snickers, both eyes open now, and gives them an obvious, exaggerated once-over, gaze half-lidded as it wanders down their body. “...You’re the sexiest alarm clock I’ve ever seen.” 

Taken aback, they let out an inelegant snort. “I will take even your weirdest compliment if you say it in that voice.”

“I literally just woke up,” Asher retorts, although his eyes are crinkling at the corners. “And... mmh. It’s hard to think when you’re not wearing a shirt, I’ll have you know.” 

I could say the same for you, they almost say.

80 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

#3

33 with Gavin/Freelancer? (I am so predictable requesting them but. listen) or any other pairing tht strikes ur fancy!!

33: saccharine

hi calico! thank u for sending me a prompt 💜 i think this might be an instance of taking it a little too literally

💜

"Gav," they call out into the house, not looking up from the contents of the saucepan. "Darling, light of my life, apple of my eye, treasure--"

The rush of wind that accompanies a rift cuts them off, and they laugh a little as familiar arms loop around them from behind. "What do you need me to do?"

They snort. "Can't I say extremely saccharine things to my beloved boyfriend without an ulterior motive?"

"I suppose you can," he concedes, "but you definitely aren't. What is it?"

Casting a brief glance back at his knowing little grin, they return their eyes to their project, one hand at the ready with a whisk. "Can you make a bowl of cold water? I'd meant to just let it sit, but the timing's wrong."

And maybe, just maybe, they could chill it themself, but this is time-sensitive, and it's water, so it's better if he does it. Gavin pulls away, and after a moment they hear the sink running. Another moment later, they feel the familiar flare of Gavin's magic, just the slightest touch. If he didn't want them to, they'd never feel it at all; this is part of something they'd asked him to do to get a handle on different people's auras, to get used to feeling magic around them.

Gavin's is like the brush of fabric against newly-shaved skin, silky and smooth and often fleeting. (Not for them, though, they think, with a deserved trace of smugness.)

"Will this do?" he asks, returning to them with a glass bowl of water that steams a little when it comes near the stove.

"Wonderfully, thank you," they say, leaning up to kiss his cheek distractedly. The second he puts the bowl down they transfer the pan into it, the hissing drowning out every other sound for the ten seconds the sauce needs to quench.

When they pull it out, the caramel sauce in the pan has settled to a perfect warm brown, and they grin triumphantly, turning the stove off. "All set. If you want this on your ice cream, get it out before it's too cold to pour."

He doesn't comply right away, and they glance over their shoulder again at him to find him doing that birdlike little head-tilt he does at particularly human things. "I wouldn't have thought that was how you made it," he says aloud.

"It's just really hot sugar," they say, realizing a second too late they've left a massive innuendo window open. It really pays to be more careful about your wording, living with this man.

Sure enough, the "suits you well, then," comes right on cue, and they scrunch their nose up and go back to stirring. They don't even try to fight back the fondness. He'd said once, quiet against their ear in the sleepy moments before full blackness, that their happiness felt like bubbles to him, shimmering and beautiful and popping soft against his skin when it's directed at him, and denying him that isn't worth even the pretense of exasperation.

Gavin returns from the freezer with the open ice cream container, and when they turn to face him, he grins, that slow, spreading one they've come to love. "You have a little something," he says softly, reaching out. "Just... there."

91 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

#2

cinnamon

An evening at home with Avior & his starlight. t, 3286 words; if i have to make them happy with my own two hands, so be it. presenting postcanon domestic avior. cw for some discussion of food issues / forgetting to eat.

Senses are so different on this plane, clearly delineated, sharp and weighty and meaningful, and to those senses this room is full of grounding traces of his starlight, the evidence of their presence; a candle burned recently enough that the wax hasn’t settled, the faint smell of cinnamon, a jacket left on the sofa instead of the coat rack. It settles something at his core to see a home that they can change, a place that they can leave a mark on.

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It’s a long few seconds of standing in his love’s apartment before he feels sure the rift has worked. Avior observes the details, the coffee table with its many concentric rings from drinks left unattended in favor of half-formed hypotheses, the scattered mess of letters across the counter, the dull light of the living room’s sole lamp casting long shadows across the floor.

Rifting is a matter of knowing your destination, of imagining it in close detail, of feeling how it feels to be there and then being there. Avior hates how, even coming to the one place on Elegy he has come to know better than any other, he still sometimes expects to open his eyes to fire. He still fights the urge to brush at his shoulders to rid himself of the feeling of trailing tendrils of blackness, of the feeling that each time he does this the Meridian looms closer.

Avior shakes his head, just to fight off the fuzziness that always comes alongside returning from Aria. Senses are so different on this plane, clearly delineated, sharp and weighty and meaningful, and to those senses this room is full of grounding traces of his starlight, the evidence of their presence; a candle burned recently enough that the wax hasn’t settled, the faint smell of cinnamon, a jacket left on the sofa instead of the coat rack. It settles something at his core to see a home that they can change, a place that they can leave a mark on.

There are traces of him here, too. Avior doesn’t have many possessions, as he’s rarely spent enough time on Elegy to warrant a permanent record of his presence. That’s begun to change, among so many other things, since their escape. One corner of the sofa is indisputably his, a soft red blanket they’d bought for him still indented oddly from the last time he’d sat there. He has a designated coffee mug in their cupboard. What few possessions he had called his own, his meager book collection, have merged with his starlight’s next to their piles and piles of research texts and shelves full of poetry collections and time-worn fantasy novels.

For all he sees them in each part of the room, they are not actually home. Time can be difficult between planes, but they’d said there was an evening meeting today, so they should be back soon. They will be back soon.

Avior goes over to the bookshelf and casts his eyes along the titles for something to read as he waits, but despite his best efforts, his attention is scattered enough that all he’s doing is rereading the same spine over and over, that odd blurriness still plaguing the edges of his awareness. He tries, for a long fruitless moment, to convince himself he isn’t straining his senses beyond the apartment, searching for them. It’s barely been two days, and they’re coming home. There’s no need to be pathetic.

He still jerks his head up like he’s been trained when he feels them at the edge of his magic, though. That range is further than his corporeal senses, and his range with them is further than it is with anyone he’s ever known, enough that he can tell immediately they’re angry about something. Their emotions are intense, white-hot, and most of all contained, a controlled burn. Feeling his back tense up in sympathetic concern, Avior sighs and goes to the kitchen. He takes two mugs out, his (deep blue with the dots of Carina across its front) and theirs (black with ‘Don’t Talk to Me At All For Any Reason’ in bold white letters) and sets to making tea. Avior has relatively little experience with human food; they’d taught him how in this very kitchen, explaining the kettle and the infuser and the entire cabinet dedicated to all their different little bags. He suspects that someone less particular about it might have instructed him with fewer steps.

He’s done this enough times now that he can split his attention to examine their feelings a little closer as they near the apartment. They’re stewing over whatever it is, letting the cause sit burning at the back of their throat. That isn’t the kind of thing he’d be able to tell, usually; all he can feel is that anger, its direction, but he knows them. If it’s this bad, they haven’t been able to address it yet.

When their footsteps are finally audible in the hallway, things are almost ready. Avior could have made tea with magic and been waiting with two fresh cups, sure, but every time he does it that way they complain that something tastes wrong about it, then pepper him with questions about what specific part of the process he's accomplished with magic. This way, they’ll know that it’s because of his own deficient tea-making skills if it isn’t up to standard.

The kitchen smells good, at least. That should help.

They tumble in through the door in a flurry of emotion and sound. He can hear them grumbling something under their breath at the same time as he hears the telltale flop of yet another jacket thrown onto the couch. It’s another few seconds of them stomping around before they stop still, and a shining ray of surprised delight breaks through the storm cloud in their aura.

“Avi?” they call.

“In here,” he answers, checking on the tea.

In no time at all, their face appears in the kitchen entryway. They look like they’re trying to smile at him, but the frown they no doubt came in with hasn’t left yet, and the effect is quite silly looking. “Welcome home, my love,” he tells them, and the last traces of visible irritation melt away.

He can still feel it bubbling under the surface, but the relief and care that accompany their smile are real. They cross the kitchen to where he’s standing near the kettle and snake their arms around his waist from behind, hooking their chin over his shoulder with some difficulty. “Hi,” they say, the single syllable curling delighted and familiar. “I didn’t expect you back so soon. Weren’t you with Circinus?”

“I was,” he answers, leaning into their hold without his conscious input. Their heart is beating strong and steady against his back, and their aura settles against his, and things have clicked into place again. He’s home. “We weren’t sure how long I’d be required at the Chorus this time; as it turns out, it was less than they anticipated.” The timer he’d set beeps, and he goes about taking the kettle over to the counter, hindered slightly by their complete refusal to let go of him. “Do you intend to hang off of me the entire time?”

They hum contentedly, tightening their hold on his waist in a quick squeeze. “Yes, and don’t pretend you don’t like it. How were they? Circinus, I mean. I like them.” Pointedly, Avior takes his steps across the kitchen, forcing them to walk after him or be dragged. They laugh right in his ear and let him drag them.

“They like you too,” he concedes, pouring both cups. Of course they would. Circinus loves answering questions, a fortunate trait in a shepherd, and the one time the two had met, his starlight had absolutely pelted them with every question under the sun. Avior had sat back and watched them like a tennis match, glad that at least one of them couldn’t feel how hopelessly, impossibly fond seeing his mentor and his beloved getting along had made him. “They’re well. They’ve taken a new charge recently, as I think you might recall, and that’s been something of a fulfilling challenge for them.”

“Right, right, yeah, they told me.” The moment their mug is full, they immediately and without a hint of regret detach themself from his back to make grabby hands at it, leaning back against the counter. When he passes it to them, they wrap both hands around the mug immediately with a long, drawn-out sigh. Avior takes a drink from his own cup and deems it acceptable; his isn’t the opinion he’s looking for, though.

They don’t immediately follow suit, instead blowing gently across the top of the liquid, and he takes the moment to observe them closer. That flickering anger he’d felt before is banked now, under layers of fondness and tiredness and warmth, but it’s still there, nudging at the edges of his senses with a surprising amount of immediacy.

“I take it your meeting didn’t go as you might have hoped?”

They blink at him over the rim of their mug once, twice. “Do you want me to get into it? Because I’ll have to get into it.”

Avior hisses out a sympathetic noise through his teeth. “That well?”

“Yeah.”

“Would you like to get into it?”

Furrowing their brow, they stare at the tea in their mug like it holds all the answers in the universe for a long moment, and for someone like them, that is a significant expression. “Yes. No. Maybe.” They take a sip, then tilt their head at him consideringly, distracted. “This is good.”

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@/calicostorms says post wip; wip i shall post

i’m actually kinda. stalled on both of the ones i have right now, but there is more vincent than i have yet posted so have some of that

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Having them both taking classes has been a bit of an adjustment. Vincent can only go at night, so their schedules have become even more diametrically opposed than usual, and they’ve both been so busy they’ve been talking a lot less than usual. Just yesterday all they’d done on getting home was sit together at the kitchen counter, heads bent over their respective assignments. 

(It’s new to them, just occupying the same space as someone else, quiet and comfortable. No touching, barely any talking, no end game, just content to exist near each other. They take some comfort in knowing it’s new to Vincent, too.) 

Their boyfriend opens his eyes again to look up at them, said eyes creasing slightly at the edges as his expression softens. “How was your day?” he asks, and the true miracle is that he sounds genuinely interested. 

“Long,” they tell him, “but good. I got that essay back from the Illusory teacher.  One of my classmates saw that it said ‘good work’ and fully lost her mind.” 

Vincent chuckles, his shoulders moving up and down against the rug under him. “You deserve it, lovely. Your work is more than good, and I know you spent a lot of time on that.” 

They laugh, a little higher-pitched than usual, and lean over him to press a kiss to his forehead. They’re more comfortable with his praise than their notoriously-difficult-to-impress instructor’s, at least, worn down after months of his constant deluge of compliments, but they can still feel the urge to curl in on themself and deny it. “Thank you,” they tell him instead, no matter how much it grates, and they’re rewarded with a smile.

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#heehee this is fun #ive ionly Very Very recently begun to reblog things without tags but it still gives me hives #that longest tag is for sure me commenting on ginger’s incubus standing in the road #which is an absolute banger of a fic #that top post is like that because it was Infested with bots for months by the way so thats a little sad but its ok #i revived my tumblr this year so this is kinda nice and nostalgic #and um… two of these are for fics i STILL havent finished #lmao i ….. well. someday perhaps #i make no promises tbh im just doing my best now

[lyneyhoon]

Omg aksbbs i still haven't played genshin in a bit 😭 i don't wanna miss out on primos though 🤕. I seen some anniversarie thing on tiktok with a bunch or primos and wishes but it looked fake??? 😭

FLOOR 11??? man I'm still on 7 lmao. I need to work on itn😭 and I still need to level up scara </3 I think he's still on 50??? Or smth nsksbsn what else 🤔 STILL WANTINF CYNO and as soon as he makes a come back I better get him smh.

Dudeee I never do co-op unless it's someone ik or I'm desperate to get ascension materials and then dip 😭 which is bad but like...wtv anyone would do that 😒. AND AHHH when are you free to play genshin??? Still gotta work on my eu account hehe 😋

I hope you're feeling better today !! That sucks sm 😭. I'm doing good!! Watched a horror movie with a friend yesterday and he hugged me and pretty much let me rest my head on his chest when I got scared so that happened lmao 🤭 I don't think I like him though but I liked what he did...I think I just lack physical affection 🤕. And today I watched another horror !! Talk to me hehe it was really good but wasn't scary in my opinion bsjsjs.

How are you today?

There's a new event in fontaine where you just walk around and take about 5-7 pics for 70 primos, it's pretty solid😭 man I've got nothing to do, all I can do is genshin. If I had a life, I'd just do commissions and go💀

I wanted to test out my teams, especially after fiddling with my artifacts. Idk why I'm surprised Kazuha doesn't crit as much as when he's swirling, he literally has 15% crit rate💀 scara literally has almost 80% yet only crits for charged atks. Lyney, however🙄, crits every single time. His highest was like 80k+ against the scara boss and I audibly gasped, like I didn't buff him or anything, rn most charged atks don't go below 15-20k

I will manifest for you. You will definitely get him. I manifested scara very well so you'll get him!😄 I just did the abyss for primos lmao, scara's at lvl 83 now with all talents at 8. Whenever I feel like committing resinless behavior, I go farm more handguards because I'd rather die. But I got enough treasure hoarder insignias for both yanfei and kazuha but yanfei is so close to being triple crowned, I can taste it.

Also, I'm avaliable whenever, I've got no life lmao😭 no really, just tell me whenever you wanna co-op and I'll help out!

Awww😭 ngl I'd kill for a really good hug. Like idk how long it's been since I've been hugged by someone that isn't family.. maybe a year or so (damn I've been alone for a long ass while💀)

Also I'm glad you enjoyed it! I heard about talk to me and people said it's cool but not really scary but defs a should watch so I'd love to maybe

I'm okay today.. I was gonna go out but plans changed, now I'm waiting for a specific time to take my meds. But then I'm also kinda sad since we just finished supernatural this afternoon after really watching it for 6 months🥲 I mean I did watch it when I was younger but I finally got to watch it from beginning to end and kinda nearly cried💀

Tomorrow I'm going to get my passport!

#raven's inbox📬 #beloved baby avery🌹 #fret not #yes my dad tried reading this whole message #didnt catch a thing

[aviariies]

Zelda Phiona Spellman (is a force to be reckoned with). by @aviariies

#caos #zelda spellman #miranda otto #sort of #I'll clean it up one of these days #I've gotta head to work soon ahhh #zelda phiona spellman #chilling adventures of sabrina #fanart #my art #photoshop #tamsin's gallery

[physcoticfrog]

heyo! i'm new to your blog but i've found your writings amazing! may i reguest the soulmate au "The voice inside your head is your soulmate's" with the sfw prompt "Look, I don't know you very well, but I'm still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone" for Itona Horibe? Thank you so much in advance 💝!

AHHH IM SO HAPPY TO GET A SOULMATE ASK

Ahh itona ✋😺 I love that man lemme just say that rn. (AND LISTEN IK I HAVE A FIC TO WORK ON BUT IM LAZY)

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Pairing: Itona Horibe x reader

Prompts: Soulmate au where the voice inside your head is your soulmate's, "Look, I don't know you very well, but I'm still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone."

Warnings: Slight mentions of parental abuse

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This week seemed like a very chaotic week. But then again, when were they not? You managed to gain a new classmate, and not only did he have a really fucked up life, he was hot. But did that really mean anything?

You thought of your mother and father. They already reprimanded you enough as it was for being in the E class. Not only that, but if you were ever late, you would get a long lecture. They weren't ever going to allow you to even have a boyfriend.

You were woken up by Terasaka. "Hey dumbass, wake up. Class is over." He deadpanned. You let out a harsh groan.

Next class was phys ed, and although you were good, it had never been your favorite. Especially when you're extremely tired.

You had also come to hate the fact that the voice in your head wasn't even your own. You always hated the idea of soulmates, but ignored it anyways.

"God damnit I hate this voice it's so annoying" you told Terasaka. It wasn't unusual for you to complain about it, and Terasaka was used to it.

He just rolled his eyes. "Come on, we gotta go." He said. You groaned again, but still reluctantly stood up.

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When you got to phys ed, it was normal. But, Mr. Karasuma had decided to put you all in pairs. You got paired with Itona, the extremely hot and.. interesting one.

"Hey" you said.

"hi" he replied. Your eyes went wide. His voice. His is the ever so annoying one playing on loop inside of your head.

You had heard him talk before, but why are you just now noticing it? You didn't pay it much attention, and immediately just started going in for the attack as if it would make the class go by faster.

Unfortunately for you, Itona was incredibly fast. He dodged your attack with ease, not even flinching. He then grabbed your arm and had you pinned.

You huffed. "Fuck", you spoke, "how are you so fast?" You heaved out. You might've known had you been out the other night, but your parents had alarms on every window and door in the house.

He didn't even answer you, and let you go as Mr. Karasuma said that class was over. But, you were just glad to get a break.

After mulling it over, you decided to skip. Luckily for you, you had already picked out a place that is pretty much flat.

So, you walked away and climbed up the tree, and played down on one of it's unnaturally flat branches.

As you lay asleep, you realized that Itona had never, not even slightly, acknowledged the voices you two shared. After a while, you heard everyone leaving to go home. Had you really managed to miss 3 different class periods over a nap?

When you got home, you immediately felt your mother's gaze move to you. She seems livid. "Why are you home late?" Your mom spoke through her teeth. That cause you to look at the time. 3:07. Two minutes late.

"I- I'm sorry", you muttered and bowed, "I did not intend to be late home today." You stated, trying to lace sincerity into your voice.

Your mother crouched down in front of you, smilingly a sickly sweet kind of smile. "It's ok pumpkin, we are never going to do that again, right?" She said, almost too sweet.

"right." You answered. You knew there was no right answer to this. You held your breath.

"You're wrong.", she stated, angry and gripping your shoulder, "You have never once changed this behavior. I will not believe you until things change." She said, borderline yelling. Her grip tightened on your shoulder, causing her to hit a pressure point and you passed out.

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When you woke up the next day, you immediately left for school. You brought your uniform but were still in your pajamas. You climbed up the mountain, entered the building and made your way towards the bathroom. Hazama looked at you weird.

"don't ask." You stated at her. She then threw her hands up and went into the classroom.

Once you got changed you looked into the mirror. You looked like shit. The bags under your eyes were more noticable than ever, and your eyelids felt so heavy like they could collapse any minute.

You eventually moved your pajamas into your bag and went to class.

As soon as you walked in, everyone took notice for your crappy state. "Y/n, are you doing ok?" Karma asked you. You were honestly surprised, it wasn't like him to ask anyone if they're alright.

But, you let it slide and smiled. "Yeah! I'm doing great, don't worry about me." You laughed as you scratched the back of your neck.

Class went by like a blur, and you didn't even notice. You honestly were zoned out the entire time and didn't even remember anything Koro-Sensei said.

You got up and walked out, but decided to go to your tree. You were definitely going to regret it when you got home, but that's a story for another day.

And Itona's voice? You didn't even know how to start going about that.

As you lay down, you started falling asleep. How long? You really didn't know. "Hey, Ritsu?"

"Yes?" She responded.

"Can you wake me up at 4:30?" You asked her.

"Yes I can!" She said sweetly. It was so kind, not a sickly or bitter kind of sweet like your mom. And there was no anger like your dad.

You were passed out. It was crazy how easily you slept on that tree. You, unfortunately, were startled awake.

You almost fell out of the tree, but someone grabbed onto you. "I'm sorry, I just heard your phone playing some sort of alarm sound, so I came to check it out." It was Itona.

You put up your casual and shy facade, "Oh! Thank you, I'm sorry." You laughed out.

He made a face of disbelief and concern. "Are you ok?" He questioned.

You smiled, "why wouldn't I be?"

He frowned at that, "Y/n, you came into school today in pajamas." He deadpanned. Your smile faded.

"Oh! That, yeah I was in a bit of a rush because I woke up late." You then became panicked. "Oh no. Oh no." You repeated. You chanted it like a prayer.

"I have to go. It was nice talking to you, Itona." You tried leaving, but he grabbed your arm. When you looked back at him, he had an expression of extreme seriousness.

"Look, I don't know you very well, but I'm still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone." He stated.

"I- Itona, thank you so much. And I get that we're soulmates and all, but I really need to get back home." And then you froze. You just told him you were soulmates. Yeah, he probably knew, but he hasn't said anything about it.

He also froze. "I- I'm sorry? We're what now?" He questioned.

You rolled your eyes. "Have you not noticed? Have you not realized that the voice in your head is mine?" You stated.

His eyes then widened. "Yeah. I seriously have to go now. Thanks for your concern." You told him. However, his grip on your arm didn't falter. " Itona, let me go."

"No. I'm not letting you go until you tell me what's going on." He told you. And although his face was unreadable, his voice was filled with worry.

You sighed. "If I tell you, will you please let go of me?"

He nodded. You decided to be as vague as you possibly could. "My home life isn't all that great, and I'm also super stressed out about the whole soulmates thing." That seemed pretty vague, right? "Now will you please let me go."

His grip loosened, and you moved away from him. "Um.. since we're soulmates and all. Do you.. maybe want to give this- us- a try?" You hesitated though. Your parents would be furious, but who are they to decide if you get to date your own soulmate?

You nodded. "Yeah.. let's give us a try." You jumped down the tree and then sprinted back home while trying to prepare yourself for what was to come.

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A/n: Alright! Not my favorite thing I've ever done, and I'm sorry that this took me a while. But uhh yeah! I did my best 😅 I really hope you like it.

#ass class writer #assasination classroom #assassination classroom writer #ass class #ass class x reader #assassination classroom x reader #itona horibe #Itona x reader #itona horibe x reader

[pixledhatchet]

hello! super excited for what you've got planned, especially since you've named two of my favourite stories as inspiration!!!! i see you've made mc a mage with a curse... now this may seem insane but i maaaay have some idea on what the curse may be, just from what you've mentioned which isn't a lot so i could be wrong but if i'm right??? i'm gonna go nuts (in a great way)

but that's just a theory B)

also I was wondering if you already have a plot/story idea outlined? it would be super cool to help you brainstorm names after finding out some more about the story! or give some theme hints! or no hints! whatever you want!

ok that's all for now! hope you're doing well out there and we can all see your published work soon!

Not gonna lie, I did a little happy dance when I saw your ask! I'm super excited that there's some interest with so little info on it =D

I'm curious about what you think the curse may be, though I won't confirm or deny anything hehehe

Currently the only thing I have plot/story wise is how it'll start honestly I've never been good with planning things out in detail before hitting the "go" button - BUT I can say I will be throwing out some more info steadily, just gotta force myself to keep from just sharing it all right off the bat and/or disappearing on everyone

As for the theme(s), of course there's the obvious Love theme, but other than that there will be some Prejudice, a bit of Individual vs. Society, perhaps even a bit of impending War if things head in that direction - it's not set in stone honestly, more themes might be added or a few might be removed as I go

Ahhh and thank you! I hope you and everyone else who sees this are also doing well! =D

I hope this actually made sense and I didn't just go on a tangent lmao

♡

#hatchet says things #cauliflowermaterial #undertale au #undertale fanfic #ask answered #story talk

[amixedwitch]

AO3 Stats Game

Thanks for the tag @thusatlas

How many works do you have on AO3?

2!

What’s your total AO3 word count?

186,030 words (and counting).

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

One and it's Harry Potter! I'm thinking about perhaps doing Grishaverse or Narnia at some point in the future but I'm not sure yet!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Entanglement of Stars

The White-Winged Crane

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try my best to, especially if there's a question or like a reaction to a jaw-dropping moment. I need to actually respond to some 😅

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

I suppose that The White-Winged Crane has an angsty ending because it's pretty obvious that tense times are ahead for Moira and Cedric. The Entanglement of Stars has its angsty moments but it's not going to be a happy ending.

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

Not yet. The occasional Twilight/HP and Narnia/HP idea have popped up in my head but I'm not sure if I want to do that. I'd only do it if I felt that I had a sufficient idea.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope, and I hope I never do lmao.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Oooh. I haven't but I really want to. The Entanglement of Stars will have smutty chapters (that will be marked NSFW for my minor readers). I'm planning on having each smut chapter be a definitive reflection of the dynamic between the couple in question.

Each entangled pair will have a smut scene at some point in the story. The adult pairs will get them sooner, and the other pairings will have them once they both turn 18+ in the story. It's intentionally a long fic so I will get to them with due diligence.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope. I hope it never happens and I have ZERO tolerance for fic-theft.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but if anyone wanted to translate either of my fics, feel free to reach out!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I gotta admit that Dramione and NottPott are my faves. I also love a good Wolfstar fic! I haven't read Jegulus yet but I'd love to read any! I also just love Jily because ahhh my heart. Any ship with (fanon) Pansy intrigues me!

And I know that this is an extremely rare ship but I love Remus/Narcissa (especially with a happy ending)! Both individuals are intriguing so brought together and I strongly feel that they would make a great romantic and/or sexual pair. @dramionedaydream has a great fic with the ship!

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

I really want to complete what I am calling "The Moira Crane Trilogy". I thought I'd be done with it by now but then the foundational ideas that became The Entanglement of Stars popped up in my head and I've been running with it since. Hopefully, I get the immediate sequel published by the end of the year? Who knows. I will say that my writing in the sequel will be substantially better than TWWC... but I need to restudy OOTP since I really broke "canon" at the end of TWWC.

What are your writing strengths?

I do a fuck ton of research and world-building before establishing something in my story. Everything is planned ahead of time so I do my best to minimize plotholes in my fic.

I enjoy being very descriptive and I think I do a great job in making sure that each character's POV is unique. I pride myself on creating plot twists that are both shocking and logical in the grand scheme of the story.

I think I do a good job of keeping up the suspense and building curiosity. I know how to give enough information to let the readers draw the conclusions I want them to form. And I know which emotional buttons to push.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm a sucker for Happy Endings™️ and I don't like killing off characters. I'm an optimist, an escapist, and a hopeless romantic in my writing and I don't intend to change that soon.

I also overthink too much and sometimes it affects my publishing period for chapters.

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

I did some of Fleur's line in French with a dash of translation in The White-Winged Crane because I was trying to be cool and I wanted to break the horrible accent that JKR had in her version of The Goblet of Fire. (We all have our own versions of Harry Potter and that is my stance)

In The Entanglement of Stars, however, I just mention that the character is speaking in that language since the POV characters speak and/or understands the language in question.

I wrote Fleur's TWWC lines in French because I know the language. I note that Remus says a certain thing in Welsh (Yes, Remus is Welsh in my version of things) because I know nothing about the language and I'd rather not butcher it with a translator.

I say do what works for you + the story style... And make sure you know what you understand the translation and/or have someone who speaks the language do the translation for you.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter!

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

That's hard to say because I have two fics up so far and I love them both dearly! I would say that I love TWWC as a fluffy + simple fic and I love TEOS as a sophisticated + smarter fic.

Tagging: @ilguna @gxtitobxby @sarewolf @dramionedaydream @ouat-in-spare-oom-of-rivendell @ceruleanwhore and anyone who is interested in participating! all of my tags are open tags!

[junionigiri]

BNHA 229 - ahhh!!!!

So! We skipped a certain flashback but this week we are treated to a very good one for a very great character.

Last week we see Twice being attacked by what looked like his clones, but are actually puppets by that dude from QLA. The fact that they are made to appear to look like him is enough to throw the already unstable Jun off, and it is later confirmed hat this was done on purpose:

And apparently they got the idea from Giran and they're rubbing it in his face. Admittedly they are very good villains because every move they make appears to be designed according to tedious data gathering--knowing their enemy so to speak. Doesn't make it any less creepy.

It sucks that they're thanking Giran for this info specifically. Twice after all was the most vocal in the league to help him out and from his inner monologue it seems that Giran knows enough to be seriously concerned for him :(

Shit, this is rough to watch. The clones are seriously killing her :( she's still alive, she's still flinching and her neck is about to be broken and Twice, in his confusion, can't do anything but watch and scream :( I feel so bad for him, if the puppets did their job really quickly here he would have blamed himself for Toga's death!!!

So a flashback scene on Jin's side occurs; we see that he's blamed for an accident involving his client and is fired from his job. He is also orphaned during his middle school years with no close relatives or friends and has always been alone. Loneliness is really the worst enemy for a lot of people--heck he makes clones of himself just to have someone to talk to and it helped somewhat but as we see later that isn't the solution. All he has to blame is himself again--his bad luck. It is a consistent theme for him it seems.

Even though this flashback scene is so hard to read... Gotta admit it's a little easier to look at because young Twice is good-looking isn't he? I don't see why they said he has a bad face??? He really looks like John Constantine, especially with that coat and cig, but without eyebrows!

Agh poor dude. How many times did he watch himself die over and over? The mental load on him must have been so bad

And we see here why Giran is so important to such a lonely man who has to resort to putting a bag on his head to avoid losing himself--he's the first person in a long time to offer friends, a place to belong, a place where he can be trusted (and not the other way around--a refreshing take on trust in my opinion!) I love that Giran describes the LoV as "a pretty lively group" (even though their goal is murder and chaos!) because they are a pretty interesting bunch who argue a lot but the Dynamics are getting more and more familial

The puppets break his arms and almost his legs, but he starts screaming that he's not disappearing. If I understand correctly, he's vindicated that he is actually the original Bubaigawara Jin and not a clone? And he finally realized that the puppets are not him either. And also,,, Toga is so important to him T_T from someone who felt perpetually alone, to have someone else he could consider important!!!

Now this scene is interesting to me for many reasons. One, hot damn Twice's potential to wreak havoc!!! I can't wait to see what his intact clones can do!!! I wonder now how it works, because even tho he is unmasked and fractured his clones do not seem like they are. So does that mean his injuries do not carry over to his clones?

Also the quote from The Killing Joke--"All it takes is one bad day". From what I remember, the Joker says this in the context of ordinary people down on their luck turning into villainy. Jin has had a lot of bad days and has continuously descended down and down to lunacy... and probably this is the worst day ever. But his burst of energy comes from a renewed desire to help save someone--which,,, isn't bad??? Or villainous? And he seems to have a renewed sense of self at the end! So did Hori turn that quote around? If so very interesting use of the quote lol, I wonder how much of it was done on purpose

So, even though I am miffed that Dabi is obviously not getting a flashback soon, I am happy about what I've read this week! I wonder what will happen next!!

#bnha spoilers #bnha 229 #twice #bubaigawara jin #toga himiko #league of villains #meta by juni #holy cow what a grrar character jin is #giran #and what a great grampa giran is #srsly #but its so obvi that hori avoided talking about dabi lol

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Partition (Chapter 1)

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Chapter 1

"Oh god, don't do that!"

"Why not? I know you like it," he replied.

"Because I'm going to scream."

"I want you to scream."

"I don't want your driver to know what we're doing back here."

"I'm pretty sure he knows what is going on by now," he snickered before he buried his face back between your legs before you could protest. You did your best to stifle your moans, but your muffled whimpers weren’t much better against the crackle of your bare ass squirming over the leather of the back seat.

He tormented you once again with the move you had just been talking about. Your breath caught in your throat and your fingers immediately reached to latch onto his hair – or perhaps your sanity.

You looked up at the partition separating your debauchery from the innocent hire on the other side of it. The thought of the stranger hearing you come had you caught somewhere between being aroused and embarrassed…

"Oh shit! Stop!” Despite Yoongi’s tight grip on your thighs, you must’ve startled him enough that you were able to push him off of you with little force before you scrambled to dig your phone out of your purse. “I forgot to call my driver."

"I don't see why that means I need to stop," He didn’t stop. Instead, he went right for one of your sweet spots. You turned your head as your mouth fell open and you released another moan.

“Your driver already knows I'm being eaten out in the back seat of a car by a guy I've just met, I really don't need my driver to know that too.”

He looked up at you, his lips curved upwards in rogue delight. “I’ll behave,” he said, but his tone was unconvincing. Regardless, you made the call.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Hi! Where are you?"

"We're just all sitting at a coffee shop nearby. I'll be there in 5 minutes."

"Oh! No, no, no, no. I'm actually..." your body clenched backwards and you silently screamed into the roof of the car. He did it again. Bastard. It took you a moment to re-assume control of your body, but once you did, you reached down and grabbed a fist full of his hair and yanked his head away from you. He looked up at you with a smug and triumphant expression.

Stop it, you mouthed to him.

"Are you there?" your driver asked through the phone.

"Um, yeah. Sorry. I'm actually... uh... you don't need to pick me up, you can call it a night. I'm going out with some people." Thinking you were home safe you let go of the man still kneeling in front of you. He went right back to work. You bit hard on your tongue.

"That's fine, I'm on duty all night. I can pick you up afterwards."

"I... um... that's not..." You were rubbing your forehead, trying hard to focus on what to say to end this conversation before you accidentally sounded off into the phone and gave yourself up.

"Miss, are you okay?"

"Yeah, no, I'm completely fine." Another snicker came from under your dress. He was enjoying this circus. "Sorry. I just, I gotta run. I won't need a car later. Please go home… see your family. You'll be paid for the whole shift."

"OK. Thank-you. But, if you need me later, just call and I'll leave the ringer on."

"Yup. Yup. OK, thank-you!" you rushed your goodbye and hung up. He chose then to take a break, surfacing to give you an arrogant smile.

“I told you I’d behave.” He winked.

"You're a menace."

“I try.” He disappeared between you again and resumed ravishing your core with his mouth. You too resumed your activity: trying to shield as much as you could from the driver on the other side of the partition. It was difficult. You hissed to suppress your moans and moaned to suppress your screams. His tongue and lips were so talented, and you hadn’t had a man touch you like that in so long. You knew you were embarrassingly wet - yet, he didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he seemed to revel in it - delighted that he was the cause.

“Oh, God!” you felt another tremor building, but you were sure you wouldn’t be able to stay quiet this time if you didn’t do something. The stress from the challenge of keeping sound to a minimum nearly caused your body to reject the mounting pleasure. Without conscious thought, your hands stretched through his hair to push him off of you.

“Put your arms behind your head,” he directed you without looking away from his task. You complied, bending your elbows over your shoulders and clinging to the headrest behind you. He tightened his hold on your thighs and backside, restricting your mobility and pulling himself into you further. Then he went to town.

“Fuck!” you whimpered as your toes curled and your nails dug into the leather.

“We’re gonna do that later,” he replied. You laughed at his wisecrack. His tongue was not only talented, but smart - a combination that made it dangerous. It was able to reach and stimulate every spot you needed it to and some you didn’t know needed it. While the tip of his nose is forged a path up your seam to rest over your clitoris, his dangerous tongue followed, licking you firmly in a zig-zag trail from bottom to top - parting you as it did so it could access more of you. You felt it swirl around your pleasure point, lapping it up firmly from once angle, then another, and the another, before it dragged itself slowly back down your folds to rest over your entrance. His lips closed in on you when it got there. His hands left your bottom and made their way under your knees - lifting them to open you up to him even further.

“Ngh!” you called out as he had now breached into new territory. That tongue whirled around inside you while his lips, teeth and nose roved across the surface - you could feel his chin pressed upon you as he tried to stretch further inside you and with greater acrobatics. He had perfect timing and precision with every action he made - before this maneuver became tiresome, he pulled out and made his way back up while sucking hungrily on each of your lips.

He blew a breath of air over your wetness and you quivered as the breeze ignited a new tantalizing sensation. He coiled his mouth around your clit and sucked it once, hard - making you think he was about to work it again. Instead he brushed his lips and tongue across your pelvic bone and down your inner thigh leaving your organ pulsing and begging for his attention. As he made his way back up your other thigh, your body impulsively tried to shimmy across the seat, but you were still anchored in place by his strong hold.

“Fuck!” you said, when he finally returned his mouth to where it belonged - licking you again, parting you again in one broad stroke - exposing your clitoris again, but this time, he clamped his mouth over it then pulled it between his lips and began to massage it with his tongue. “Shit!” Your moans became more frequent and higher pitched as you could feel your climax building and the warm wetness flowing out of you and onto the leather beneath. “Oh, God! Shit!”

“We’re almost there,” he said, as he pulled back and replaced his mouth with his fingers - maintaining your high by rubbing, circling and stroking you.

“Oh god, I know,” you replied instinctively, barely able to form the words. It wasn’t the smoothest or sexiest of answers you could give, but you didn’t really have the capacity to control what you were saying.

He chuckled lightly. “I mean, we’re in my neighbourhood. We’re almost there at my apartment.”

“Oh,” you said realizing “there” wasn’t actually your orgasm. Finally, you would be somewhere private where no one but him could hear you - however, you were so closed to seeing God that the news wasn’t exactly welcome.

“That means I’ll have to make you come in the next few minutes.” His fingers traced down to your entrance and he eased them into you. They slid up your chamber, then curled and straighten over your ridge. You clamped your thighs over his wrist as his foreign digits brushed your g-spot and took your breath away.

His pace at first was steady. His thumb pressed and rotated against your clit, while his fingers straightened, then curled, then straightened, then twisted as they slid back down your chamber, only to return and start over again. But, every now and then he would kick it into high gear, returning in one swift motion - slamming back into you, clamping onto your ridge again, then fluttering rapidly against your walls. Each time you felt as if he lifted you right out of your seat. Each time his fingers flapped violently inside of you; your body would convulse forward. Each time it took your breath away.

“Are you gonna come for me?” he whispered, his breath swept across your face. Your hands were dug into his shoulders and your noses were only inches apart. You couldn’t tell if the vehicle was stopped or if you were still on the road. All you knew is that what was happening to you unbearably gratifying.

He could tell from your expression that you were going to come soon. Knowing this he decided that his mouth was ready for the homestretch. You felt the rhythm of his hand combat slow again, allowing you to relax. You released his shoulders and leaned back into the seat. His lips and tongue once again scaled over every surface they could find. The dual sensation of his hand and mouth in and on you kicked your ecstasy into high gear. He continued his assault, revisiting every move he made that you reacted well too. When he found just the right spots, he quickened his pace and increased the pressure - determined to meet the deadline. You felt your muscles begin to contract as your climax begun.

“Ah! I’m going to come,” you breathed as the sensation began. His fingers fluttered inside you for the last time - their job was to ensure you got there. His warm tongue pressed firmly over your clit - it’s job was to receive your orgasm.

“Oh! Ahhh! Ah!” Your teeth clenched and your body tightened. Your pelvis lifted against him, and he gripped his hands underneath your behind to support you and hold you close. “Ahh!” The euphoria ripped through your veins and you finally screamed out the sound of pleasure which you had been subduing the whole ride - the driver unquestionably heard this one.

Once you crossed over the peak your muscles released and you threw your head backwards, stretching your arms to the roof of the car as you let out a gasp of relief.

“Oh, God,” you gushed.

He rose and wiped his lips. With that same smug, satisfied smile on his face, he stretched out his hand towards you and presented you with your thong.

“We’re here.”

#smut #bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts scenarios #bts smut #fanfic #min yoongi #yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #bts yoongi #suga x y/n #suga smut #bts suga #suga

[lesbrarians]

Ah! Thank you~! I just noticed that you have a word count meter on your blog's front page and underneath is a link to a site called Pacemaker. I was just wondering what are your thoughts on those tools? I've never heard of them before. Oh yeah, and I also heard you mention "Word Sprints" in the past too and I couldn't help but wonder what those were and if you find them helpful? Also- sorry for the mini-avalanche of questions *haha

Ahhh yes these are great questions! I hope you don’t mind if I answer these publicly? Just bc I think they’re general enough to benefit anyone! Let me know if you want me to take it down tho, you know I love talking about this kind of stuff privately too

My Pacemaker has kind of fallen to the wayside, but I’m gonna make a new one for May and try to stick to it. Basically, you give yourself a wordcount goal for the month and pick a strategy of how you want to approach it (same word count each day, start small finish strong, etc etc). At the end of the day, you log however much you’ve written, then you can check your expected progress, how much progress you’ve actually made, and what you have left to do. You can reserve free days too, in case you miss a day or something like that. I personally really like it bc it helps me to have a daily word count goal, even if it’s just a couple hundred words. And there have been days where I’ve written nothing, then the next day I wrote twice the word count and got back on track. You can also make it so it recalculates your word count goal based on what you’ve actually written each day. If you like planning and the satisfaction of setting and reaching goals, I’d defs give it a shot. You can find that here: https://pacemaker.press/

The word count meter was an attempt for me to motivate me by putting my progress out there so I’d be motivated to meet my goal to avoid public failure but it didn’t really work bc a. I kept forgetting to update it and b. No one really cared anyway haha. But if you like seeing a visual representation of how far you are to your goal, it’s a cool thing to do! I’m at work rn so I don’t have the link off the top of my head, but I can find it when I get home if you like!

Word Sprints are SO helpful for me personally, and I definitely need to do them more. I learned about them from @roseymoseyberry this past NaNo and those sprints honestly helped me through it so much. They’re done through this website here: https://www.mywriteclub.com/beta/word-sprints#/ Basically, you make an account, and then you can join a sprint, either globally (which I’ve never done, I actually prefer to do it with friends in small groups, it’s easier when I know who I’m working with and can silently cheer them on! And also less intimidating) or custom, where you can make/join your own private small group. And then you just pick a project and... write right in your browser. It’ll autosave everything you type in case you accidentally close out of the window, and for added security, you can link it to your Dropbox so it’ll save it there too -- so if something terrible happens and you lose your entire computer before you can save your work, you can access it on there. But the basic concept of it is that as you write, you can see your word count go up in a bar on the side. For every 100 words you get a star -- and you can see your friends’ word counts go up too. You can’t see what they’re writing, but you can see their numbers tick up, and god, it is such a motivator for me bc then it’s like ahhh they’re getting so much further ahead, or they’re catching up to me, gotta go go go! And it’s a sprint bc it’s 25 minutes long. At the end of the 25 minutes, you can see your final wordcount and everyone else’s final wordcounts. Then you have five minutes before the next sprint starts where you can stop writing if you’re done, or copy and paste to your work document and clear everything for the next sprint, or keep writing if you’re on a roll (altho your word count won’t go up if you write in the five minute break window). It forces you to just get the words out on the page and not think too hard about it. I usually get between 300-700 words done in 25 minutes, and sometimes I barely even need to edit it afterwards. I defs need to do another sprint soon so I can get out of this rut... I might do one this weekend, and if I do, I’ll be sure to link so you can feel free to join if you like!

[indie-pirate]

What about you-how has your summer been so far?! Ahhh mischief finds me whether I like it or not! haha the first thing that popped in my head when I read that was that I snuck across two miles of a locked graveyard at 2 am to spray paint under a train bridge where travelers sleep---trust me it was fun but damn it was nerve-wrecking! Can't say i'll be doing it again anytime soon either. I don't know, mostly I've just been having fun & working hard to make things better in my life & for my family. Life IZ GEWD! HEll yeah I'll be free if you come down & visit! All you gotta do is let me know when you're coming! I miss me some CHRistine!!!!

Anna!!! Do you have the same phone number? How have you been? Where has all of the time gone? What's really going on in politics rn?! Sorry ive bombarded you with a bunch of crazy questions - but Ive been thinking of you! 💭 i wanted to just call you but i didnt know if you had changed your number! 😋I miss you & need some of your crazy energyyy in my life!! My number is the same - please call me or texxxt whenever you get my message! I seriously cant wait to hear your adorable virginia accent ;) 😘