#This is my first fic so good luck if ya try to read it

[imsorrythatimhere]

Pearl is confused.

This is not a new thing: the hermits get up to bewildering shenanigans all the time, and with more people? It was only a recipe for disaster.

The new world was confusing too! With all the animals walking on two legs, the dodos and the goblins and all the other things in the new world, one was bound to get confused.

But Pearl knows how to go with the flow when weird things start happening, and she knows how to bounce off the confusion to create more chaos. She accepts the facts that there are rideable hogs and a llama barkeep and a toy sheriff with relative ease, and when hermitopia starts up she simply adds to the chaos.

This is a different kind of confused though. This one started off as a nagging worry that's only grown worse, and she can no longer ignore what's going on no matter how much she wants to. The problem is she can't figure out what's going on.

The God at stratos acted as if she belonged in the pantheon of the gods, the hero of the sanctuary greeted her by name with such reverence, and the bard called her a goddess and talked as if she had personally wronged him. She went through the weird rift in her cleaner lady getup and she came out wearing a dress, there was a statue of her and there were several murals.

But those things weren't the problem. The problem was that it felt right. She felt as if she belonged up in stratos, among the gods and the clouds. She felt right when she walked past the statues and the murals, and when she sat in the grass or walked in the stalks of wheat she felt stronger. And she met with Sausage and she felt far too much. She felt joy and sadness and hope and so much grief and laughter and she felt at home and she felt lost and she was so, so confused but he was a new person, a new face to meet and Keralis spoke well of him and first impressions matter and so at the time she had just shoved her emotions down to deal with later and greeted him as if she didn't already know him.

It was later now, and still nothing made sense and the wheat was still making her feel right strange and she was really regretting choosing to make the crop farms and she was couldn't figure out and she was so, so very confused.

But she was tired and the farm still had to be made, so she got up from the dirt and went to work.

#pearlescentmoon #this was not proofread and it was written on mobile #enjoy #This is my first fic so good luck if ya try to read it #Anyway I just think that shes neat

[nikosama13]

"I'll let my luck do the rest.." (Part 2! Law x Reader)

Description: Law couldn’t hold the secret of what had happened between you and him any longer.. He knew you’d hate him for it so he’d let his luck do the rest for him. (Please read part one if you haven’t already) <3

Side Notes: Hello my pretty loves! This is my first time continuing a fan fic I’ve created so please go easy on me. ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕 (My requests should be open + Probably spelling mistakes)

\-> Part one here /

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It was the next morning after you and Law shared a passionate kiss..

Law laid on his bed staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. His fingernails clawing into a pillow as he tried to re-think over what had happened last night. If what he did was a mistake or whether you’d even remember what had happened.

He slowly sat up and traced his fingers over his lips, trying to remember the feeling of you. Then he stood up and left his room, walking towards the dining room. Maybe a small snack could help him clear his mind a bit..?

Well that was a mistake..

You, out of all the people. You were there, eating breakfast on the table in front of him. He attempted to flee but you spotted him before he could.

“Oh hey Law!” you smiled at him warmly.

It seemed like you didn’t even have a slight clue on what went down last night.

His cheeks flushed at the thought of you two even touching. Law wasn’t very fond of physical touch.. Or more that he knows in his heart that he wouldn't have the will power to control himself which would lead to other things..

“G–good morning y/n-ya..” he looked down at the wooden floor.

“Good morning, Law!” you stuffed your face with your favorite breakfast.

Well you were doing that.. until you noticed something off.. you could sense the tension in the air but didn't know were it came from.

“Uhm.. law.. Did something happen? You seem down..” you shot him a concerned look.

“No it’s nothing..” he continued to look at the floor, hoping that his hat was covering his flushed face.

“Well it sure doesn't seem like nothing.” you stood up and placed your dish in the sink.

“If you wanna talk I’m here..” you were face to face with him now, well more like face to his hat..

He leaned on the door frame and pinched the middle of his nose.

“I’m alright..” he stayed the same.

“Okay then suit yourself..” you walked off and thought about what Law was going through.

Little did you know that it was all because of you and his lack of self control.

The day went by and the ocean became calmer.. However Law’s mind wasn’t. Thoughts of you and him raced through his mind as he sat in his room. He felt guilty, Law couldn’t just simply keep such valuable information from you like that..

After all, you should know what happened.

So that's it.

That’s when he decided that he was going to tell you.

How? When? Where?

Law let his luck do the rest.

He stood up from this chair and took a deep breath in. Then he walked across the hall and stood in front of your door, contemplating if he was actually going to do this. Just like the night before where he was contemplating if he should kiss you or not.

Law knocked two times on your door, his heart aching and mind racing as he awaited your response..

You did in fact open the door, there you were as beautiful as ever standing in front of him.

“Oh hello.. what brings you here..?” you gave him a small smile.

In your mind you just thought that Law had come for your assistance to deal with whatever he was going through. But boy, was it going to be more than that..

“Y/n, we need to talk.” he gave you a glare.

“Ah.. I see you’ve come to your senses and want my assistance. Come on in.” you opened your door wider to allow him to pass through, shutting it behind the both of you.

“Sit anywhere you’d like..” He was the Captain after all, and this was his ship.

He took a seat down on your couch and you sat on the edge of your bed, both of you facing each other.

“Listen closely because I'm only going to say this once.” he said firmly.

The tone of this voice showed that he meant business.

“Last night… something happened.. I suppose the thunder woke you up and you sleep walked to my room. I was shocked and didn’t know what to do, so I brought you back here. But then.. You asked me for something..” his voice was getting softer by every word he said.

“What did I ask..?” you said in an embarrassed tone.

You didn’t want to believe what you did..

His blushing grew stronger, which you noticed but weren’t going to question until you got your answer.

“You.. you.. asked me to kiss you. So I did..” he looked down immediately and started playing with his thumbs, waiting for you to say something more.

“I- I-.. i’m so sorr-” he cut you off.

“No, I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” he told you and himself.

He stood up and began to walk to your door.

“Wait..” you said, now flustered too.

He stopped, took a breath and turned to face you.

“What do you want..?” he said coldly.

“What makes you think that my sleep-walking self lied to you or something? I don’t think I would have just asked you to kiss me out of the blue in my sleep. There wouId have to be a reason.."

"That reason is because I wanted you to.” you smiled and blushed.

His whole tone and body language changed in a snap.

“I- I-..” he didn’t think of it like that.. His body froze up.

“And before you go Law.. I still wouldn’t mind a kiss from you.” you giggled.

Then all of a sudden he truned around and locked your door, walked up to you and picked you up in his strong arms.

"Then that's what you'll get." Law gave you a mischievous smile.

He kissed you.

Your legs tightened around his waist as he kissed you deeply.

Let’s just say tonight.. Law wasn’t going to let you go or for that matter.. ever.

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The End~

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[verysillystarr]

𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚊 (𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚊!)

One way, or another, I'm gonna find ya

I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya

One way, or another, I'm gonna win ya, I'll get ya, I'll get ya

One way, or another, I'm gonna see ya - Blondie

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☆: I originally got this idea from a fic I read but most of the credits got to them

★: Lucifer Morningstar (Magne) x Reader

☆: Mentions of kidnapping and yandere behavior(I think?)

★: Gender-Neutral reader.

☆: Reader is 20-23

★: This is a oneshot

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Short Summary: Who would've guessed that a certain devil liked you in particular? Unfortunately, there's no way out for you..

Your friend kept telling you how good this show was. 'Hazbin hotel' I think? It was actually quite popular from what you know, and you already had prime so there was no hassle for you to watch it.

Surprisingly it was quite good. Even had some likeable characters. You only started watching yesterday and now you're on episode 5! Lucifers' character stood out to you. He was so, in a way, goofy but also kind of charming.

Though.. it felt like he was looking directly at you sometimes when facing at the screen. Or maybe that's just something the animators did intentionally. It wasn't that important just slightly off-putting.

Your phones clock read 5:30. Didn't realize it was getting so late. Guess that's what happens when you spend so much time watching TV.

That show can wait till tomorrow, it did kinda waste your day. Though it was hard to shake that feeling that someone was watching you.

You were confused why the next episode was playing. " I could've sworn I turned it off last night."

[ Breif time skip ]

You finished the show. Although, it did dim your mood that it was already over. So much had happened. Yet you'll have to wait for the next season to come out.

Oh well, you could always - " Hello dear! "

That's not right at all.

After the credits ended the screen went black. Meaning it was over. Meaning Lucifer Morningstar should most definitely not be on your TV screen.

" Are you.. talking to me? "

" I don't see any other person in your room. "

You had to sit down on your bed to process this.

" Y'know, Y/N , I've been watching you for a while now. And what else can I say beside you have most definitely peaked my interest! "

" .. But aren't you.. you know, Satan? The devil himself. Why would I be interesting to you? "

At first you assumed this was a hallucination. Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. But this was to real to not be happening.

That explains a little too much actually. The feeling of being watched was actually true.

But this can't be. He's fake. He's just a drawing basically. He's stuck on a screen. Which actually calms you down a bit.

It made you feel eased that he wasn't actually there. But you were still tense.

" Listen, I don't what you want from me but- "

"Oh it's quite simple my love! I want you to come here! With me! I can do more than a few tricks. And perhaps treat you better than anyone ever could? Or do you need more convincing ? "

He must be delusional to think you're coming with him. Quite honestly he talks too much..

In attempt to escape him you tried turning off your TV. And it.. didn't work. He must have done something.

Unfortunately he knew and (threatened) "persuaded" you to hear him out.

" Uh- hey! It's kinda rude to push someone who loves you away! "

" You're not real. "

" So I guess I'll have to make you come with me then? "

You laid down slightly, not really sure of how much he could do.

" As much as I hate to tell you this there's nothing you can do. You're trapped in there and I'm , thankful , not. So good luck trying to- "

There was a loud sound of something banging against the screen three times and then a shattering sound.. you flinched at it.

And there he was. Standing right at the foot of your bed looking smugly.

" You were saying something about 'being trapped' sweetheart? "

Oh Lord.

#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer x you #⭐-Nah I would be scared to #I forget the original fanfic but credits to them full🙁 (it was a wally x reader fic) #no part 2

[secretagentsociety]

Huge yandere X extremely concerningly chill reader pt2

We all know the drill eng isn't my first language,I didn't proof read yada yada and this is again just self indugent

more about huge yandere!

•first thing first the world you're in Because no!people no no this fic is not taking place in our normal modern world that would be boring.to write,anyway this world is a fantasy world called gaia,it have worrior,villains,heroes,fairy,god goddesses,elf,goblins and even the legendary m.i.l.f. and d.i.l.f so there's that.

In my defense who doesn't know a fantasy magic based world amirite? Alr we done? We cool with this? Moving on!!

• so whats like his deal?,like what's his backstory?Well you're in luck!bcuz I have just the thing!firstly he hails from a humble beginning-

Nah he's the hero of this world,yes you heard it right the righteous hero,summoned isekaid typical op mc but he's just built naturally tall and naturally scary so ppl thought of him as a devil and basically discredit his hero Status, The mages then proceed to summon another hero a more traditional looking one yk?suave,cool,has way with words and prolly have a whole harem?yes that replaced our beloved yandere

oh but it's fine!he doesn't rlly see the point of a harem,in his eyes there can only be one person he shall devote his life into And that is you!:D his beautiful dearest darling (yes even if you're a dude you'd still be beautiful to him)(no exceptions)

• now that his backstory is over let's get to know him really His name is Tresh (real name unknown)(goes by Tresh cuz yes)

his height?that depends how tall are you?now take that and add about...hmmm....alot more than that and bam!you have his height!(How many is alot more is unspecified,go ham make him a giant for all we care :P)

His appearance typical scary mobster but still kinda cute kinda hot ya feel me?,like wouldn't be the first guy you laid your eyes on but wouldn't be the dude you forget instantly

his hair is basically just black with little white strand to it His eye colour plain brown just normal brown that looked like black nothin special but it's cute yk?I love brown eyes,they cool,they vibing

•his job? well he's basically a hero?villain?who knows not even me the author knows,but I could tell you this,since he is the original hero the world favours him GREATLY!

so don't even try to run cuz some of the most ridiculous sht will happen to you like for example tripping on a stick and bam! Right into his arm how you get there?idk.

and since he basically got the world's favor he's strong as fk remember? he's mc,typical op and yada yada all that jazzy plot armor,yes he had those even if he's 'replaced' the only thing the new hero can obtain is just the thing he never pursue After

which he felt lucky that he pursue you (he say pursue I say kidnapping,but yk what tomato potato) Before the new hero,cuz just the thought of you being eyed by that sleezy womaniser!perverted!douchebag! new hero made him angry to the point his mana spills out causing a not so good natural disaster

Oh well he's sure the new hero will fix it :D

• how jealous CAN he get Now I mentioned previously he's jealous as fk,now his jealousy doesn't show Infront of you,although if it did you prolly wouldn't even gaf,but behind you oh boy...

honestly had you not been aware of you surroundings?!

basically everyone avoided gazing at you for more than 5 seco-i mean 3-no?ok 2 seconds???- okay he gotta stop or everyone gonna have to use a blindfold just to keep the empire peaceful and away from his wrath

may or may not have had his loyal subordinates to trail after you,not to stalk you or anything (yes it's to stalk you) it's just to take records of what you're doing everyday (which is stalking) but it's not rlly stalking if it's for your safety (nope still stalking) he just loves you so much what if you got injured?!and he wasn't there?! Oh god the horror of paper cuts you could be in pain!!(cool motif still stalking)

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Have to stop here bcuz it'll be too long,I shall continue later.

Pt1

#yandere male #yandere oc x reader #yandere hero #yandere x darling #Tw yandere

[gurugirl]

Smutty One Shot

In celebration of 100 followers (my blog has only been up a little over a week) I’m posting my first quick smutty Harry one shot! Thanks for all the love ❤️

Summary: Harry, a stranger to you, wants to buy the albums you’ve put on Facebook marketplace. Once he’s in your apartment you wind up giving him more than your albums. 3.5k words

Warning: NSFW, SMUT

NOTE: This was written in the early days of my fic writing stage and it's not my best work!! You've been warned 😬 xoxo

You were moving out of state and needed to get rid of some stuff. You posted some furniture and odds & ends on Facebook Marketplace and sifted through all the scammers and weird requests that came in the days to follow. There were a few with genuine questions and interest but for the most part you had no-shows or they’d just stop contact with you completely out of the blue.

That is until he showed up at the time he said he would and kept in contact with you throughout the entire process. You couldn’t believe your luck! You waited for him in front of your condo when he messaged you saying he was just around the corner. You really needed to start selling your stuff or it’d all just be going to the thrift store for donation and you sure could use the money before you moved away.

Harry parked his car in front of your building and when you saw what looked like the description of the car he gave, you watched closely as the man climbed out and stood upright as he closed his door. He was quite attractive, you couldn’t lie. He was tall and broad, with curly brown hair and tattoos covering an arm.

When he spotted you wearing your yellow linen dress (as you told him you’d be wearing) he smiled brightly with a row of healthy teeth and a deep dimple. The closer he got you could see his eyes and he really just was the whole package. But then when he spoke to you…

“Hi. I’m Harry.” He held his hand out to you but all you could focus on was how handsome he was combined with a deep voice that was lined with a British accent.

You only reached out to shake his hand when he chuckled at the state you were in. His light laugh brought you back enough to remember to compose yourself.

“I’m sorry! I’m… uh. Well, it’s this way! Follow me!”

You really needed to calm down. He was only here to pick up your collection of albums after all. It’s not like you were inviting him up so he could fuck your brains out or anything. That kinda stuff only happens in the smut fics you read. Definitely not in real life.

You lead the way to the elevators and find yourself talking his ear off about your albums and how you also have a turn table and console that you’d like to get rid of. You laugh uncomfortably when he only hums in response.

“So, anyway. I don’t know if you want to try out the albums. Ya know… like test them out on my turntable to make sure you’re getting good quality vinyl. So, like, if something was scratched I could, ya know…”

You trailed off and didn’t finish your sentence when you looked up at Harry and he was just grinning down at you.

Why was he looking at you like that? You’d probably been rambling and now he thought you were a complete ditz. Or he found you annoying.

When the elevator finally made it to your floor you exited quickly, glad for the change in atmosphere. Harry followed you down the hallway to your apartment and you both entered your little space where you silently led him to the albums.

“So, you can look through them or whatever. I won’t hover.” You turn to look back to Harry and he’s got his eyes on you, his head cocked slightly and a smirk on his pink lips.

“You okay, pet? Seem a little nervous. I’m not going to bite ya. Unless you’re into that.”

His eyes stayed glued to you and you watched as he not-so-subtly dragged his gaze down over your figure. Was he hitting on you?! There was no way. He was far too attractive to be truly flirting with you. Nah…

You open your mouth to respond but you aren’t quite sure how to. If he were actually serious you’d tell him that, yeah, you are into that and you’d let him bite you if that’s what he wanted. You’d let him pull your panties down over your thighs and fuck you against your couch or the kitchen table even. Instead you just laugh and feel your face grow hot at the image that had just filled your dirty mind.

“Cat got your tongue? You seem flustered.” Harry reaches a hand up and gently squeezes at the back of your neck. His hand at your neck has you nearly purring as you close your eyes for just a second. It’s been some time since you’d been with anyone and Harry’s overwhelming presence and attractiveness were really doing something to you.

You nod and force yourself to speak, “I am a little flustered. Yes. Sorry.”

Harry keeps his hand at your neck, gently squeezing and massaging and you wouldn’t normally let a stranger touch you but somehow this was different. Harry was different.

“Now why’s that? Are you flustered because of me? Y’got nothing to be worried about. Not gonna hurt you. I promise.” His eye contact is intense and he’s so attractive that it almost hurts.

All you can manage to squeak out is a tiny okay.

He’s not here to hurt you or fuck you.

When Harry releases your neck and moves to the albums to look through them you step away to let yourself breathe. You lean against your kitchen counter and close your eyes. It helps make you feel more grounded.

When you’ve calmed down a little you peek around the corner to see Harry holding up an album. You decide to turn on your turntable so he can test what he wanted.

You click the button on for the sound, turn on the receiver and lift the lid for him.

“If you want to try any of them just flip this switch and it’ll start spinning and play the record.” You speak softly, not looking at him in the eye as you give the instructions on how to use your turntable. You move away from the space so you aren’t hovering but before you can get far Harry’s gripping your elbow to hold you in place.

“Look at me. There we go,” Harry says and as soon as you look up at him you are caught once again by his presence and those mesmerizing eyes.

He chuckles at the state you’re in, “I think I have a good idea of what you need to help you calm down. Want me to tell you what I think?”

You nod your head, eyes still on the tall man. He moves so his grip on your elbow has pulled you into him and his other hand is on your hip. You’re going to burst if you don’t peel your gaze away from him but you can’t seem to.

“I think you want me to help you. You’re all worked up and you need a release. I could use one too if I’m honest. Pretty girl like you could really do the trick.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and just kept nodding your head. Yes. You needed a release and Harry was so attractive you’d let him be the one to do it with no questions asked.

“Yeah? You want that? How do you want it?” He dips his mouth down close to your ear and it makes you keen at the feeling of his breath on your skin.

“I want… however you do it. Anything.” You are feeling desperate in his close presence.

“Anything? So no preferences? I’ll tell what I like. I like to touch a little first. Kiss.” He speaks against your ear and it’s getting you hot and you just know your panties are evidence to how hot you really are. “Really let you get into it, ya know? I want to feel you get nice and wet and then I can taste a little if you’re up for it. Maybe we can both taste and leave it at that. But if you really mean it that you want anything then I’d like to fuck you until you’re all relaxed and calmed.”

“God…” you breathe out. You wanted that. You begin to nod and Harry moves the hand at your elbow up to cup your face and his eyes remain solid on you.

“Does that sound okay?” You continue nodding and squeak out an affirmative yes. That’s all he needs to hear to bring his lips down to yours.

His lips are warm and he quickly licks at the seem of your lips so you open up for him and you feel his tongue inside of you mouth. Suddenly you are being moved in the direction of your couch but Harry never removes his lips from yours. When he’s pulled you to the intended destination he lets go of you for a second so he can bring you to sitting with him. Once you’re both seated you resume making out. It’s hot and wet and Harry even lets out a small moan from deep in his chest and it makes you aware that he’s enjoying this too.

In a moment of sudden braveness (or horniness most likely) you place your hand over his thigh and slide it up toward his crotch, but you stop before getting all the way there. Harry pulls at your waste to draw you in closer and then parts his lips from yours.

He looks down to where your hand is and places his own over the top of yours and gently pulls your hand to over his clothed erection.

“Feel that, pet? I’m already hard for you. Your lips are so sweet. Makes me want to just eat you up.”

You look down at your hand and the thick lump underneath his pants and give him a firm squeeze and he groans.

“Mmm… yes. Wanna help me undo my pants, pet?”

You quickly get to work unbuttoning and unzipping him. His grey briefs under are now visible, along with the prominent erection tenting them.

Harry grabs at your hand again and places it over him. He’s so hard and thick under your hand. You’re curios to see him with out the briefs but you’ll be patient. He brings his lips back to yours again and you two start up right where you left off.

It soon turns into Harry bringing his own hand onto your thigh. Your dress has ridden up just a bit and so your thigh is bare to him. He lightly caresses your skin as he continues kissing you. You’ve kept your hand over his covered dick and have begun rubbing at him.

“Can I?” He says breathlessly as he smooths his hand further up your thigh to just under the bottom hem of your dress.

You nod, “Yes.” He presses his lips back to yours as he slowly moves his hand up your dress and makes contact with the edge of your panties. He backs away from the kiss and you see the aroused look in his eyes.

“Can I move these to the side? Feel you?” He asks as his fingers tap over the fabric of your panties.

You look down at his hard cock and then return your gaze to him, “Yes. But can I pull you out too? Want to feel you.”

Once he’s got your panties pulled to the side and you’ve lowered his briefs it feels like chaos. It’s wonderful chaos though. His lips on yours, his fingers gliding over your slick center and your hand strokes over his thick shaft gently. It’s all moans and saliva and rushed kisses with hands exploring and feeling.

Harry smells so good, you find yourself thinking. Nice and clean with a hint of something sweet. It somehow makes you feel better about this whole ordeal. You’re probably about to have a one night stand with a stranger you’ll never see again so at least you know he’s showered and smells nice.

When he removes his fingers from you he takes the arousal drenched hand and dips a finger into his mouth.

“Mmmm… mind if I get you to lay down? Get a better taste?” He slurs his words. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you are in a state of yes when it comes to Harry right now so you immediately scoot yourself around to lay flat onto your back with Harry moved in between your bare legs.

He gently pushes your dress up to your hips and moves your panties to the side again, wasting no time in diving his mouth right onto your wet cunt.

Harry eats you like you’ve never experienced before. He’s all in. He uses his hands and his mouth and his tongue and his nose. It feels so incredible along with the occasional eye contact he gives you and the moans that spill from his mouth vibrating into your core.

Harry lifts his head up and keeps his index and middle finger working your dripping hole as he speaks, “You’re so wet for me, pet. Bet I could just fill you up with my cock right now, huh?”

You look down at him between your thighs and he’s gorgeous with his hair wild from your fingers running through it. He’s watching you to determine if you’re ready for him or not and you’re still in a state of yes.

“Please. Yes!” You wiggle your hips and Harry grins at you with his dimple making an appearance. He removes his fingers from you and sits up. You can see his dick is still hard and begging for relief.

“Do you have condoms?” He asks. In your haze of lust you’d forgotten that vital part. You search your mind for where your condoms would be. It’s been a while but you know you’ve got them somewhere.

“I think… yeah just let me go find them.” You sit up and your panties snap back over your center and you hate the feeling because you’re so wet. As soon as you enter your bedroom you pull your panties off completely to rid yourself of the drenched material.

Searching through your dresser you come up empty but then you try your side table next to your bed and there they are. Your 10 pack has 7 condoms left inside and you check the expiration and thank the higher powers they are still usable.

Grabbing the whole box you quickly re enter the living room to see Harry waiting patiently on your couch where you left him. Cock still out, smirk still present.

“Probably only need one, pet.” He jokes when he sees you’ve carried the whole box to the couch.

You laugh, “I know but I was just hurrying.” You remove one of the wrapped condoms and place the box onto your coffee table. Handing Harry the condom you sit next to him and watch as he removes the rubber from the package and rolls it down over his impressive length. You can’t wait to get him inside you.

“How do you want me?” Harry asks as he climbs over you and presses his lips back to yours. It’s a searing kiss and you don’t know how you’re supposed to answer him when he’s kissing you the way he is. It’s hot and sloppy and he’s got your head spinning.

When he finally parts from you there’s a gasp that falls from your lips. He’s pressing his tip against your wet pussy and you can’t think straight.

“Fuck, just fuck me. Please. Want…” you’re words are cut off as he begins to push inside of you at your pleading.

He slowly enters you with his lips over yours and when he’s bottomed out you both moan at the relief. He feels incredible inside of your hot cunt. He helps spread your legs for him so he can rock into you and when he angles his hips upward you feel him gliding over your sensitive g-spot and then he pushes into you over and over again.

Harry’s keeping himself hovering as he gets into a hearty pace and you feel the material of his jeans rubbing in between your thighs at each thrust. You’re both still clothed minus the panties you removed and it’s so hot having a stranger as sexy as Harry is, over you and pounding away into you while he’s still got his jeans most of the way on. It feels desperate and dirty, because it is.

Harry leans back further to make his thick strokes even deeper and you see stars when he does this. He’s fucking into you so deeply and deliciously that you are making all kinds of noises and moans at each dip of his cock. Harry’s also being a little more vocal than he normally is. He’s so gone in this moment and can’t believe his luck that the gorgeous Facebook marketplace girl (yeah, he checked out your profile before he contacted you about your albums) is letting him fuck her.

You reach down to rub over your clit because you’re so close but not quite there. You need a little something extra and as soon as your fingers make contact you feel how quickly your orgasm is approaching you.

“Oh god. Yes! Fuck, Harry!” It’s so warm and wet and it feels so good in every way. Never in a million years would you have thought you’d be letting a stranger into your home and let him fuck you but how could you deny Harry? He was probably the most attractive man you’d ever met. And he was so good at what he was doing you really couldn’t regret anything.

“That feel good, pet? You feel so good around my cock. How’d I get so lucky? Fuck you’re so pretty.”

Harry was losing his even pace with his own orgasm coming to a head quickly. He increased the rhythm a bit when he noticed your thighs were beginning to shake. You were rubbing at your little clit with fast movements and his yummy dick was filling you so good. Your mouth was hung open and your face hot. Harry kept his eyes on you, waiting to see you fall apart on his cock. He wanted to be sure you came before him.

“M’gonna come. Oh my god! Fuuuuu…” you choked out a strangled moan as your body began to tingle and your orgasm washed away all of your thoughts and worries. Harry pumped into you a handful of times as he watched you come on his cock before he let himself go. Harry groaned deeply and threw his head back when he felt the wave of euphoria hit.

Once you’d both come down Harry leaned over you and kissed you hard.

“Mmm… that was exactly what I needed. You feel a little better now, pet?”

You are still breathing a little hard when you nod and respond, “God yes. Thank you.”

Harry laughs at your repones and slowly pulls himself out. When you’ve both cleaned up Harry goes back to your album collection and decides he’ll take them all.

“So, are you moving or? S’that why you’ve got all your stuff on marketplace?” Harry asks you as he boxes up the albums.

“Ugh, yeah. Got a job in another state and I have too much stuff to bring with me so I’m trying to get rid of what I can before the move.”

“No shit? Wow. Congrats. When, uh…” Harry scratches at the back of his neck, “…when do you move away officially?” He asks the last part as he looks directly at you.

You feel your face getting hot again. “Two weeks from today.” You smile at him sheepishly. You don’t know if he would want to see you again before you left but you certainly wouldn’t be against it.

“Ahh. Okay. Well, uhm, if you wanted to like hang out before you leave or something… like this weekend my band is playing at Piper’s bar. Be nice to see you again. If you wanted…”

You smile at him and nod, “Yes. I’d really like that. Uh, do you want my number?”

You both exchange numbers and make plans to see each other Saturday night. When he drives off you feel totally relaxed and de stressed. There’s no telling what the future looks like and it’s doubtful Harry is part of that as you’re moving soon, but you sure have no problem enjoying what you can while you’re still here.

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[xbalayage]

could I request “i hate them. i hate them, with their voice, and their perfect hair, and their deep eyes, and …” from the prompt list with silvio?

Silvio/Reader [His POV] Fluff WC: 968 A/N: This is a sequel to another fic I wrote called Bastard. I suggest reading that one first before this one. :)

I had returned home to Benitoite; I did what I needed to do for the old fart and didn't have anythin' much to report on. Truth be told, I saw and heard a couple things: like that woman definitely being Belle and the previous King was dead or I had finally found Valerio after all these years - but I hate the man enough to not tell him any of it. He can get his own hands dirty and figure that shit out. I'm not his damn dog. And of course he wasn't happy about it.

But it's been a month now, and I don't even get why I've been countin' down the days since I last saw you. I didn't even understand why that bothered me so much. I tried biding my time with my usual pleasures; but just like before, it never quenched the internal longing I kept feelin'. I'd drink alcohol like it was water, I'd chug water till the very last drop, spent time with any ol' woman or lady who'd bend over backwards for my time and attention. I'd rain them with my vast amount of wealth and they'd wag their tails happily, wantin' nothing more than to warm my bed at night.

It was never enough, I felt sick to my stomach and repulsed. I could never take enough showers to wipe their filthy marks from my body, never lettin' them stay past the night either. And fucking try as I might, my mind was still on you.

Ugh, I hate her. I hate her, with her voice, and her perfect hair, and her deep eyes, and ... shit, just get out of my head! You weren't even here and you were annoying the crap out of me! But -- is that what it was? I took a good long look in the mirror, I had a talk with my inner self and I realized something. This was fucking stupid.

I packed my shit and hopped onto one of my ships and set sail back to Rhodolite. I knew where you'd be, I'd bet my entire fortune on it. It took a while but the second my eyes set sight on the land known for their roses, my heart started to pick up in pace. Why's my stupid heart racin' the closer I get to seeing you? What I'm feelin' couldn't possibly ... no, it can't be. While in town, I decided to spend some money into the Rhodolite economy and buy roses. I wanted to buy more but my heart stopped the second I saw you from the corner of my eye. Finally, there you were.

And it's almost like you noticed me too, because those deep eyes met mine; ah shit, why's my face burning up and my hands gettin' all clammy now!? I couldn't find it in me to move, but you made that decision for me as your bright smile raced over until you were right in front of me. You... were right in front of me.

"Hello, Prince Silvio! What're you doing here in Rhodolite?" your voice was as sweet as I kept imagining it for a month straight. But before I could respond, you noticed the bouquet of roses in my hands. "What are the roses for?" Ah, I couldn't say they were for you. How would that make me look?

"It's not like I thought about ya or anythin', don't be gettin' the wrong idea. I just happened to have these with me when I ran into you. And I don't need them anymore. Here." I was quick to push them into your arms so you couldn't say no. They weren't gems or anything, this was the best I could get last minute and they were freshly picked. I couldn't comprehend how your eyes began to shine at the sight of them; I offered an easy smile. I missed you smiling at me like that. "Take care of 'em, will ya?"

"They're so beautiful! But why are you giving these to me?" Damn it, don't make me say it while lookin' at me all doe-eyed! Just when I thought I had the heat on my cheeks under control too. You're just too adorable, huh?

"Like I said, I just had 'em and it was just luck that you showed up. So I thought they'd do better with you than with me. Plus they suit ya, I'm not much of a roses guy. And--" I gave pause, just staring at you for a second, trying to find the words I wanted to say next. I closed my eyes to gather the courage. "I'm sorry, a'right? About.. before. I didn't mean it, and I wasn't tryna make you upset."

You looked at me dumbfounded like that was the last thing you expected to leave my mouth. I can't say I blame ya, I was outta line. I just want ya to forgive me, I don't think I could take another month not being around you. And as if you were reading my mind, you responded with that sickly sweet smile. "I didn't think you remembered or that it even mattered. I didn't expect that of you," you paused to smell the roses before continuing, "I accept your apology, Prince Silvio."

I smiled, genuinely smiled. You've got me wrapped around your little finger, don't you? "So, what do you say 'bout me takin' you out? I'm not in town for long, how about it?"

This heart racing feeling must've meant something because it never stopped the moment I was with you. It persisted the entire time too. My heart felt lighter however, my throat didn't feel as painful anymore too. Heh, is this what love felt like? I wouldn't question it for now - just being able to see ya again was enough.

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[averagesadperson]

Comic Shop Meetings

Lloyd Garmadon x Reader

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Synopsis~ You’ve just moved to Ninjago City and stumble upon a comic book shop close to home. Hoping to find some StarFarer, you also find a handsome boy in green that’s eager to share his recommendations with you.

Notes~ hello! this is my first xReader fic so this kind of style is new to me, so please be nice lol. I pray I’ll get better, but we’ve all gotta start somewhere, right? Also, its midnight so there might be some grammar and or spelling errors!

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A blast of cool air hit you in the face as you pushed open the front door to the comic shop. The slight ringing of the bell alerted the man at the front desk, who looked up at you and greeted you with a friendly smile.

“Hey, there. Haven’t seen you before.”

“Ah, yeah.” You paused to look around the store. There were only a few people browsing the shelves, a group of kids in one corner pouring over one shared comic, two teen girls in the magazine section, and a boy in green completely absorbed in an issue in his hands. You looked back at the cashier, “I just moved into the city recently. I was super stoked to see a comic store so close to home.”

“Well, welcome to Ninjago City, hope you enjoy your stay.” He bowed dramatically and you raised a hand to hide your giggle. “Is there anything, in particular, you're looking for today?”

“Would you happen to have any StarFarer here?”

“Ah, looking for the newest issue, are ‘ya? Well, you're in luck, Missy, we just got ‘em in yesterday. They’re right over there,” he points a finger off to right, “‘Ya see Greenie over there? Knock yourself out”

You nod your head and walk over to the aisle you saw the boy in previously, when you get there he’s in the middle of an issue with several others tucked under his arm. He doesn't seem to notice you as you slowly approach the wall of comics. You scan the shelves, searching for the first few issues of StarFarer. Unfortunately, when you do spot your desired comic, the boy in green is blocking your reach.

You let out a small sigh and gently reach a hand up to tap him on the shoulder.

“Ah!” He startles and looks at you, shutting the book. You feel a little guilty for startling him, plus, from what you saw briefly, he seemed to be in the middle of an intense battle scene. “Uhm, can I help you?”

“I'm trying to get to StarFarer, soo..” you gesture vaguely with your head, he seems to get it as his eyes widen and he quickly hops back with a quiet ‘sorry!’. Now that you’re up close, you notice his eyes are a vivid green, they mesh well with his messy blonde locks; the darker green of his hoodie really brings out the colour. It's a good look for him, you think absentmindedly. You nod your thanks and run a finger along the thin spines of the books.

“Oh, are you just starting?” He asks when he sees you pluck the first issue from the self. You glance back at him and make a so-so motion with your hand.

“Kinda, where I used to live, comics were hard to come by so I only have a few out of order copies. Wanna start the series properly.” You skip over issue two and grab for three and four.

“Really? How many did you have?” He tucks the book he was reading earlier under his arm, raising his now free hand to swipe his bangs out of his eyes.

“Only three. But they were number two, six, and twenty-four. So, didn't really have a story” you laughed at his horrified expression. “Honestly, it wasn't that bad! But I didn't get antsy preeetty quickly.”

“‘Not that bad’!? I wouldn't be able to stay sane! You totally missed the best arcs!” He sets down his own comics and rushes up to shelves in a panic, scouring for, what you presume, a specific issue. You stand back with an amused smile, holding your measly three books, watching the handsome stranger fumble around. 

You startle back when he practically rips one from the shelf, shoving it haphazardly into your hands, immediately going back to searching. “That one is issue fourteen, that one introduces one of the best characters in the whole series! Her name is Jenna, total badass!” Two more slap against your growing pile “And those two are back-to-back storylines, so cool and such a cliffhanger! They’ve never done that before or since!” Another book flutters into your arms. “And that one they go to space! Space! Oh, and they introduce the coolest thi-”

He pauses and looks back at the sound of your giggle. You hold a palm over your mouth to calm your laughter but the doe-eyed look he throws at you causes you to burst into laughter. 

“Wow, your passionate!” He flushes red and now you can see a few freckles dotting his nose. “No, I love it! It's cute.” He flushes harder, fiddling with the drawstring of the hoodie. “But, unfortunately, I’m not really looking to spend hundreds on comic books today.”

He glances down at the pile you’re carrying and perks up. “Oh! Uh, right.” He bashfully rubs the back of his neck as he reaches to grab the extra issues and put them back into place. “Uhm, sorry. About the rambling.”

“I said it's fine, I appreciate it, actually. I’ll be waiting anxiously until I save up” you grab his books and hand them over to him, he smiles as he takes them, softly brushing your fingers with his own.

“Uh, you said you were new to the area, right?” he pauses for your response, and at your nod of confirmation, he continues, stuffing a hand into the baggy hoodie pocket. “Well, there's a cafe a few blocks away from here, I go there pretty often with my brothers, food’s pretty good. I could bring some of my copies down if you wanted to hang out sometime? I could show you around, too..? Doesn't have to be tomorrow or anything!” he cringes back by the end of his rushed sentence, a wobbly smile scrunches up his cheeks, and he internally waits for you to say no.

“I’d love to! But,” his smile drops immediately, rushing to wave his hands in front of you to say ‘that's okay! Totally fine!’ but your “I don't even know your name, yet.” makes him stop.

“Oh, uh, L-Lloyd! I’m- I’m Lloyd. Garmadon.” he shoves an open palm out between you two, cringing and pulling back after a few moments.

You grab his hand before it can retreat back into his pocket, giving him a firm shake, introducing yourself with a dramatized flourish. “And I’m Y/N, my fine sir. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir Luh-Lloyd Garmadon.” you flash him a cheeky smile and a wink. His heart flutters and he can feel his heat prickle his cheeks again, he hides it behind a relaxed smile. To you, he seemed to melt before you, relaxing into the chill atmosphere you managed to set.

“So, does that mean you’re up for it?”

“Sure, I'm free this weekend?” you start to walk over to the front counter and Lloyd follows close beside. He nods enthusiastically, watching as you set your three books down and dig around for your wallet.

“Yeah, Saturday works for me, maybe around one?” you nod and smile, continuing to rummage around your wallet for the appropriate bills. Lloyd thinks for a second before setting a hand on your shoulder and speaking when you look up at him curiously. 

“Y’know what? How about I pay for you?” he cuts you off with a raised hand when he sees you begin to decline. “No, it's okay, I have an account here, anyway. If anything you're giving me points.” before you can argue, Lloyd gently sets his down on the counter and turns to the cashier, who talks to him with familiarity. He really must come here a lot, you think. You put your wallet back in your purse and reluctantly wait for the transaction to be done.

A minute or so later Lloyd walks up to you and hands you a dark blue bag with the store's logo on it. “Thanks, Lloyd, you didn't have to do that.” you both walk out the doors, the sun making you both raise a hand in front of your eyes to block the light.

“Seriously, it's fine!” he says, turning to you.

You ‘hmph’, crossing your arms over your chest. “Well then, I'm going to be paying for lunch on Saturday.” he opens his mouth but you cut him off. “No complaints.” he lets out a breathy laugh and shakes his head at you.

“Yeah, okay, if you insist. How many volumes do you want me to bring?”

“Oh, as many as you can carry.” you giggle happily. “If you have any other recommendations too, I certainly wouldn't complain.” he nods determinedly. You raise a finger to point down the street to the right. “Well, I'm down there, but I’ll see you Saturday, yeah?”

“Yeah! I’ll see ya then, Y/N. Uhm, it was nice to meet you!” he waves and calls to you as you start down the sidewalk. Your turn and look over your shoulder, sending him a smile and a wave as you turn the corner.

Lloyd’s hand slowly drops to his side, his smile melting into a permanent thing. Did.. did he just get a date? His face explodes into red and he quickly whips around, speed walking down the street to get to the Bounty. He needed to hound Kai and Jay for his missing issues ASAP.

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[twixitativi]

do you have any tips on writing an au? normal fics i can usually handle but i’m working on a kunichuu grease au and i’m finding it quite difficult.

hiya! thanks for asking :3 also good luck with that, that seems like so much fun omg; feel free to send when you start releasing, i'd love to check it out!

ill be using splinters as my example here purely because thats closer to what you're trying to do (movie/musical as reference)

this is going to be long as fuck because i tend to ramble and go into detail, so im adding a read-more. i sincerely hope this helps because i know its a LOT (potential spoilers for splinters included)

1. The Foundation

when i first started working on splinters, it started with a lot of idea bouncing. who would suit what role? why would that role work for them? originally, i had looked at dazai as jd and chuuya as veronica, or dazai as veronica with fyodor as his jd.

then, i also started thinking about story 'beats'. to be clear about what that means, i like to think of different parts/scenes that i need/want to hit, and kind of the order if possible. this usually intertwines with the original story-- in your case, grease.

all this starts falling into the next step:

2. Research

it may not be entirely apparent, but i did (and still do) a FUCK TON of research for splinters. by choosing to have multiple source materials to base your work off (both bsd AND grease), depending on how close/accurate you want to be, you're going to want to get in touch with the material.

you've mentioned grease-- i'm assuming you're doing this based off the movie (love the movie. need to rewatch). what i personally do with heathers the movie is that i watched it the entire way through first to refresh myself with the material. it might help you to take notes about different characters, ideas, plot lines. i found a copy of both scripts online in case i wanted to see about throwing an iconic line in during an important scene without diving through the whole movie to find it.

i dont know HOW historically accurate you want to go with your fic--you may be choosing to explore the concept of grease rather than the actual setting itself-- but grease takes place in the late 50s, TECHNICALLY early 60s (movie itself came out in the late 70s) (my mom LOVED it when it came out). so, you may want to do some basic research: fashions/trends of the time (this has gotten harder to search online, you may want to even run to the library and find some books if possible)? societal norms? what did normal teens do during that time? did they have arcades, did they go to restaurants, what was the average place they hung out at?

a lot of times, i have to double-check if some of the stuff in splinters is period accurate. each decade has different lingo, slang, and general information that was normal during it. hell, looking back at the 2010s versus 2020s, if you were to write a story during, saying, 2011, and have your characters saying "slay" and "yas queen" and "road work ahead, uh yeah i sure hope it does", i regret to inform you that that will NOT be accurate, as those phrases are more late 2010s + that vine came out in 2016. now, could you quote/potentially reference these things? absolutely! but you have to be more strategic about it.

ALSO. look up fun trivia about your source material! you know where i got my title from? its the english translation of the italian name for heathers. im not even kidding. also, mix and match material! hell, even throw references in to other material! i had my mean girls reference in there! because its bsd, i like to throw in authors i like from time to time where they fit!

another silly one: what music came out around that time, playing on the radio? HOW did they listen to music? i specifically listen to a 1989 top hits playlist when im trying to figure out what songs might be playing on the radio while my characters are driving-- and even THEN i still will look up specifically when that song came out, because i made the choice to be horribly specific with my timeline.

on that note:

3. If you can, DON'T SET A SPECIFIC MONTH/DAY/ETC.

i made my choices. do i regret them? YES. is it still fun to work with? absolutely, but also the heathers timeline is lowkey a mess and you could simultaneously claim it takes place in 2 months or several.

honestly, avoid specifics. having to keep track of a timeline is an absolute bitch, and it's going to make your life a lot harder, because then, you HAVE to make sure it all matches up. if i say that kunikida went and got his glasses in march, i cant say that his glasses are brand new in may (this is a hypothetical example).

timelines suck. unless you think you can dedicate the time and energy to keeping with one, don't do it.

4. OUTLINES.

i've been writing fanfics for years, which is wild to me. i was writing fanfics in single digits (didn't even know what fanfics were). one thing that i have especially found useful with splinters is to make outlines for where you want the story to go.

let me break it down for you:

you're gonna have MULTIPLE outlines, and they are NOT set in stone. they are guidelines for you to use so that you're not sitting there going "shit i don't know what to do next". they may be scenes you want to have in the fic. they may be important plot points. they may be absolutely stupid shit that youre like "if i dont get this in here i will cry" (diarrheazai is a threat that i intend to keep)

FIRSTLY. try making a general outline for your whole fic. you don't need super specifics, but think of what events occur during grease. in it, danny and sandy meet in the summer before their senior year. sandy meets and joins the pink ladies. there's a dance competition. danny and sandy fly off in a car into the sunset. etc. TO BE CLEAR, you don't have to keep all the details! it is your story, and what you want to do with it! having that structure can be helpful when you start though.

THEN. once you have that general outline? start trying to plan out chapters. you dont have to make outlines for them all at once. more often than not, i'll sit there before i start a new chapter just trying to outline what'll happen in it. this helps a LOT on multiple levels. i'll provide an example of what that can look like below (SPOILERS IF YOU'RE NOT UP-TO-DATE WITH SPLINTERS):

(the blacked out bit is spoilers, everything else should be clear to see)

a quick explanation: i dedicate a small document to outlines for each chapter. as you can see, with chapter beats, i have diff things i want to try to hit. the stuff highlighted in green is stuff that i come back post-chapter to confirm i hit. sometimes, if it's not EXACTLY in there, i'll leave a note in bold (ex: WAS MENTIONED).

but you can kind of see what im talking about here. i have some things that im trying to knock out per chapter.

other things in my doc to outline:

yes i talk to myself in my notes.

i highlight different scenes according to their relevance to certain characters sometimes; i add scenes in where i need to, and then ofc as you see ill go into detail about specific scenes. and AGAIN these are not set in stone. for example:

as you can see, shit changes over time. that boiler room make-out scene during the homecoming pep rally appeared in ch 11. i did not make this sequence fyodor's pov.

sometimes? i just dont have the time or energy to write shit/dont think its relevant to the plot. good bye, corn maze. you'll be remembered in my thoughts and my outline

also try to have fun while outlining. it doesnt need to be something serious. literally my outlines are a mix of dialogue, scenes, my own thoughts, etc. get silly with it. this is supposed to be fun and enjoyable!

ANOTHER THING:

5. LOOP SOMEONE INTO OBSESSING OVER THIS WITH YOU.

i was inspired by ardeidae to write splinters, and i have successfully trapped them in splinters world for almost an entire year now. by both of us loving it, we can keep ourselves focused on it.

what also helps is bouncing ideas off other people. me and lu have had conversation after conversation after conversation about different plot lines, scenes, etc. sometimes, i don't know what to do and i will ask lu (or other people) for advice about the progression.

you may have also heard of the engineering rubber duck method. if you're unfamiliar, engineers will sit there with a rubber ducky by them and talk to it about what they're working on until they figure out what they need to do. sometimes, just ranting about the fic is enough to help you spawn ideas about what to do next.

OH also

6. If you do end up making a timeline? Have a calendar on hand.

this is no longer 100% accurate to the progression of splinters and the chapters, but it helped a LOT. laying it out like this can make one hell of a difference. im a visual person, so doing this helped. also, can help you keep track of holidays and shit. if you want to give your characters a day off from classes, check a school calendar for holidays. be like "uhhhherrrr yeah they're taking, uhhhh veteran's day off" yk

7. Write, but don't force it.

splinters doesn't have an actual updating schedule because i work on it at my own pace, and update once i finish a chapter. now, i usually finish chapters after a month, but i don't say it updates on x day. don't box yourself in unless you truly think you can handle it. some people are very good about schedules. i am horrible at them, bc ykw? LIFE HAPPENS.

when im in the mood, i write. i will sit for HOURS and just write. grab some snacks, maybe pop on some music, get a buddy to sit with you, but just go for it. sometimes, i'll pull a 25-10 method-- 25 minutes of writing with ten minutes of relaxing and bullshitting--and that helps me not burn out as quickly. but honestly, you cant always brute force it.

have i had to brute force it sometimes? yes. you will get stuck. it naturally happens. sometimes, a scene fucking sucks and you're like "i hate this scene but it HAS to be in there" (if it doesnt fuck that shit. throw it out. blegh) sometimes, you need to mix things up to make it more appealing to you, because i am of the belief that the readers can tell when you're not invested in a scene. if im writing a scene and its going slowly and i just want to get it done? the quality's going to go down, and i KNOW it. so, i evaluate. what do i need to do for this scene to work? can i add something to help? do i need to just rewrite the bastard and call it a day?

and sometimes? you can just go ahead and put a little "<'scene'>" in and move on. depending on how much your fic relies on that scene, that won't always work, but sometimes, you just gotta leave it and come back to it. you can also do that with certain dialogue/details. if you're trying to get your characters from point A to point B, don't shove them there if they run out of gas. make a detour, and see what happens.

eerrrrrrr yeah, i THINK that's the majority of the advice i can give? sorry that that's a lot, but uhhh hope it helps! :')

#wild that people would want advice from me but hopefully itll help #good luck with your fic anon! it seems like fun!

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

👻LIMP BIZKIT'S HOUSE OF HORRORS👻

(a terrible, poor excuse for a Halloween campy-"horror" fic that was never intended to be a fic... but yet here we are. Warning: Foul language, "jumpscares"... sure, if you wanna call it that.)

(no seriously, this is not good. turn back now and spare yourselves)

You'd heard the rumors for so long. An old house at the edge of town supposedly haunted by the trapped souls of a band where nu metal went to die. Why did nu metal die in this house? Well no one really knows. But you were here to find out.

You walked into the decrepit house. A chill traveled down your spine. You weren't sure if it is the rain in cool October night or something else.

The wind outside howled, causing the door you stepped through to slam shut.

You immediately turned around and tried to turn the doorknob with no luck.

You stood there as reality set in.

You were stuck here. You shook the flashlight in your hands and turned it on.

A voice stirred you from your thoughts.

"Welcome to my haunted crib punk."

Your eyebrows shot up at the sound. You turned around, trying to find the source of the voice, but there was no one there. "...umm, h- hello?"

"Didn't you read the fuckin' sign outside? What'd ya got a death wish?"

"Who's there?" You raised the flashlight and aimed the beam in front of you.

"WHOA! Easy with that thing. You're gonna blind somebody."

You raised the beam to your face. "I'm not gonna ask again. WHO'S THERE?"

"You do know I can see you right? Even without the flashlight. But since you can't see me, let me introduce myself. Name's Fred Durst. I'll be your host. You're ghost host."

"Isn't that from the Haunted Mans-"

"Do you ever stop talking?"

"Look, can you just help me find out what happened here so I can get out of here?"

"Bossy much. Okay, okay, look... all the answers you're looking for are right up those stairs."

You scoffed. "You've gotta be kidding?"

"Nope."

"Can't I just like, you know, ask you what I want to know?"

"Nuh uh. I don't do interviews. Media twists words for print."

"The media? You do know I'm not a journalist and that you're a ghost, right?"

"Up the stairs. That's how this works."

"Geez, now who's the bossy one." You rolled your eyes before making your way up the steps, each one creaked louder and louder.

When you made your way up you found a long hallway adorned with eerie portraits.

You looked at the inscription below each, 'Sir Wesley Louden Borland. Lead guitarist known for his eccentric looks'.

The hallway continued on forever. Strange artifacts lining the walls.

"Huh, that's an odd take of an armored knight."

You kept walking.

"Wait... did it just, move?" You took in a deep breath. "No you're just imagining things. Don't be silly."

"Yeah, it does that sometimes."

"WHA-?"

"Handsome, right?"

"Wait... FRED?"

"Don't look so shocked."

"I thought I couldn't see you since you're a ghost."

"Nah. I just like to fuck with people. I choose when I want people to see me."

The exasperated look on your face said it all. "What the hell man? Just help me get outta here."

"Sure thing. Just pick a door."

"Huh?" You turned and faced the direction phantom Fred was pointing in.

A short hallway with five doors.

You blinked.

"AHHH! SHIT. HOW did you get there? And why do you look different?"

"I'm a ghost. Remember? I'm everywhere. And I look how I wanna look. You don't like it, that's your problem."

"Look, whatever. How are those doors gonna help me?"

"One of them holds your exit. And who knows maybe you'll find the answers you're looking for.

"Fine. Let's just get this over with."

You marched to the first door on your left. Before you could open the door, you heard banging and clashing over and over again. It just got louder the more your hand reached out for the knob. With a twist and push, you opened the door and were hit with the sight of blinding lights, swinging chains from the ceiling and a figure seated at a drumkit. His back turned to you.

The figure banged on the drums like a madman with a chaotic beat. The lights flicked like a strobe flickering around his form. You got closer, hand reached out to tap his shoulder, but before you could even make contact, his head twisted all the way around to face you whilst his torso remained still.

"TAKE 'EM TO THE MATHEWS BRIDGE!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

You ran out the room and slammed the door shut.

Fred's mocking laugh echoed from the distance as you braced your hands against your knees and caught your breath.

"No luck with that door I guess?"

"WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH THIS FREAKING HOUSE FRED?"

"Check out the other rooms and you'll see."

You huffed under your breath and marched forward to the next room but not before muttering, "I'm so over this nu metal rendition of Five Nights at Freddy's".

"I heard that."

"Good." You pushed the next door open and stepped inside.

It was pitch black. Not even a window off in the distance to illuminate the floor. Your flashlight had stopped working and wouldn't turn back on. Great.

You heard a sound, grating, like nails on a chalkboard.

You stood there, frozen like a statue, but the sound kept becoming more piercing.

Suddenly the sound reversed backwards, then repeated back to it's original tone before reverting back again. It kept on going like that over and over until the scratching sound got repeatedly faster until the sound changed.

"Are those... horns?"

The sound switched to an upbeat hip hop tempo and a light shone in front of you... and it wasn't from your flashlight.

A pair of floating hands hovered over a turntable as the ghostly fingertips spined the records.

The light grew wider, illuminating a face with a black weed ball cap shielding his eyes.

"DJ LETHAL FROM HOUSE OF PAIN IN THE BUILDING!!!"

The DJ's hands lifted off from the records as the song continued to mysteriously play. The records started to levitate above the turntables. They rotated, thin side facing right at you before sharp knives protruded from the edges charging at you like Chinese stars.

"WHAT THE FU-"

You turned back around and bolted out the door, shutting it before you could finish your expletive statement as the razor sharp records pierced through the wood of the door on either side of your head.

"FRED I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T GET ME OUT OF HERE IN THE NEXT-"

woof, woof.

"-huh?"

You looked down, only to be greeted with a wide set of jet black eyes attached to a yellow face. The figure crouched at your feet. It looked human, well not really, more like an alien... but it acted like a... puppy... maybe.

You bent down to get a closer look. "Hi little fella." You slowly reached out to pet it's head.

Fred's voice echoed along the halls, "I'd watch out for him. He-"

"OWWW."

"-bites."

You stood up to nurse your bitten hand. "You little fucker."

The creature growled and stood up on two feet, sharp canines ready to bite again.

"NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN!" You backed off and ran away, heading for the next door, entering it and slamming it shut.

The creature's growls died off in the distance.

A low, treble rumbled around your ears like surround sound.

In front of you, several feet away, a shadowy figure with red glowing eyes stood still. Suddenly, his glowing red eyes appeared to have multiplied down the length of his body.

The low sound seemed to be mirroring the rapid beating of your heart.

You gulped. Loud.

Spotlights illuminated from the ground and you were surrounded by mirrors.

Suddenly the shadowy figure was everywhere. His reflection beaming off every mirror as the spotlights on the floor casted enough light on his sinister face and the long bass guitar he was holding.

Before you knew it the strings detached from the bass' bridge and snapped out like wild whips ready to make contact with your flesh.

You cried out in horror not knowing which direction they were actually coming from and worse, not knowing where the door was through all the mirrors.

You swore the strings were coming right at you in dozens of different directions, but when you never felt anything after each whip, you grew more afraid.

This was psychological warfare.

Without a second thought, you chucked your flashlight out in front of you and the image of the bass wielding madman shattered to the ground revealing the door once again. You ran to it and exited the room as quickly as you possibly could.

When you made it out into the hallway again, you were met with "the alien puppy" once again waiting for you in front of the door across from you, only this time it had transformed into a demonic mutt.

"I take it that's his doghouse- er- um, room?"

The haunting voice of Fred chuckled. "Yeah, a little of both."

You looked back at the demon pup.

It barked at you before scurrying around and moving into the room that was already slightly opened, waiting for you to follow.

"Do I even wanna know what's waiting inside?"

"Don't think I could describe it to you even if I wanted to."

You sighed. "Jesus Christ."

When you made your way through the door you were stopped by a ghostly figure wielding a sharp sword.

"HALT!"

"Wha-"

"What brings you into my lair?"

"Your lair? What are you talking ab- Who are you?"

"The name is Sir Wesley Louden Borland." The phantom stated in a terrible British accent.

"Ohhh, like in those creepy photos in the hallway."

"Creepy pho-" The phantom's accent quickly faded into a nasally American accent that was clearly offended, before he cleared his throat and doubled down on the Brit tone. This time it echoed in a cheesy villainous way that vibrated past your ear drums. "You haven't answered my question. What brings you into my lair?"

You rolled your eyes. "I don't even know anymore. I was searching for some philosophical answer to nu metal, but honestly, now I just wanna go home man."

"Very well then. To escape my lair you must complete one task."

"What's that?"

"Figure out which Wes is real."

"Huh?"

Before you knew it the sword-holding-phantom had vanished and two figures had emerged on the other side of the room.

"REALLY?"

The two figures stood still.

The one, piercing through your soul with an eerie set of double eyes, none of them blinking.

The other, perched high up on a wicker chair, glaring down at you like a sleep paralysis demon haunting your slumber.

"What the hell am I supposed to do now?"

The phantom's voice echoed through the room again. "Figure out which Wes is real."

"Yeah, you said that already Mr. Ghost-Phantom-Man."

Silence.

You shook your head in annoyance and started to tip-toe your way further into the room, closely analyzing the two figures' features as you made your decision on which you were going to interact with first.

Yep, not the sleep paralysis demon.

"Okay mister four eyes, let's check if you're real."

You tickled his mustache.

Nothing.

Grabbed him by the suspenders and sent it snapping back.

Nothing. Didn't even move one bit.

"Guess this is just a really good statue. Alright then, Mr. Sleep-Paralysis-Demon it is."

You marched over to the tall figure and tugged at it's long silk robe it wore.

Nothing.

You reached up for it's hand and was surprised to be met with such hardness. Like stone.

"What the heck! Hey Mr. Ghost-Phantom-Man? I think you sent me some defective Wes dudes over h-"

And that's when you heard it.

The sound of two down tunned guitar riffs going off in the distance.

Your eyes widened.

The guitar went off again.

Suddenly the whispered voice of Sir Wesley Louden Borland was right there in your ear. "You seemed to have forgotten the one standing behind you..."

Your teeth chattered as your body involuntarily turned around, slowly. There was nothing but darkness there.

"...I present to you, Bloody Butcher Borland."

The guitar riff sounded off again and from the shadows emerged bold red figure with fresh blood smeared all over it's body.

He flashed a wicked grin before twisting the neck of the guitar off it's body and it transformed into a sword. He held it up to the light.

"...wait a minute... that's Sir Phantom-Dude's sword!"

Before you knew it the bloodied figure was chasing you, sharp weapon in hand.

"OHMYGOD!!!" You exclaimed as you ran for your life, trying your best to run around him and reach for the door again, but the room was somehow getting larger and larger. The distance between you and the door growing further apart.

You looked back and that's when you really felt like you were going to shit yourself.

You were being chased by Bloody Butcher Borland, as he was joined by every single form of Wes that you'd encountered. Sir Wesley Louden Borland, Four-Eyes, Sleep Paralysis Demon, Demon-Mutt, and Alien-Puppy.

"FRED I COULD REALLY USE YOUR HELP HERE! HOW DO I GET OUT OF THIS ROOM? IT JUST KEEPS ON STRETCHING!" You yelled out as your legs continued to bolt for the door with no luck.

The ghost voice of Fred grunted around you, "Ugh, do I have to do everything around here?"

"GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

"Fine. Here. Catch."

"WHA-"

You heard a whooshing sound above you as you saw brown object dropping in mid-air. You reached your hands out and caught the hard object.

A ceramic rabbit.

And that's when you heard it. The charging footsteps behind you went still and a choir of monotone voices erupted behind you.

"LUCY."

You looked down at the rabbit in your hands, then looked back up at the hoard of Wes figures standing still in front of you, in a trance.

"Is this what you want?" You shook the rabbit figurine out like a teddy bear in front of a baby.

The hoard shook their heads 'yes' in unison.

You gently placed the figurine on the hard floor beneath you and slowly walked backwards, watching as the room began to shrink back to regular size as the hoard of Wes' made their way to the rabbit like travelling zombies.

"MUST PROTECT LUCY. MUST PROTECT FRIEND."

You looked on at the odd ritual in front of you as you continued to make your way backwards until your back had hit the door.

With a sigh of relief you grabbed the doorknob, twisting it open, but you stopped, looking back at the figures in the middle of the room as they took turns clutching onto their ceramic friend like a bunch of Neanderthals'. You had to admit, it was a heartwarming sight, well if you set aside the near-death experience of it all.

You made your way out the door and closed it tight.

You looked ahead at the last door. That had it be it. The exit.

You walked over to the door but quickly stopped. Standing there in contemplative thought. You whispered to yourself in revelation, "Wes lost his friend, Lucy, so then he lost his spirit. When the band lost their friend, Wes, they lost their spirits. When nu metal lost the band, nu metal was no more..."

"So it looks like you did find what you were looking for after all, huh?" Fred's ghost appeared in front of you once more.

You looked up at his ghostly figure, "It all makes sense now."

"I guess you're finally ready to walk through that last door."

"Yeah... I guess so."

"Alright, partner. Keep on rollin', baby. You know what time it is." Fred said softly with a wink.

You shared a knowing smirk with his ghost and opened the door but stopped before going through it, turning back to look at Fred's ghost inquisitively.

"Wait, so why did y'all haunt this house specifically. Was this like where y'all held band practice when starting out?"

Fred rolled his eyes. "Did anyone ever tell you that you ask too many damn questions? Jesus. Yeah sure, that's the reason. Why not? Now get lost. The haunted house tour is over." He shoved you out. "Don't forget to pick-up your souvenir photo at the exit giftshop."

"Souvenir pho-?"

SNAP.

A bright light flashed from the porch awning... or maybe it was lightning. Either way you were too distracted by the blinding light and missed a step on your way out of the porch, tumbling down to the ground.

Thunk.

You were knocked out cold.

When you finally came back to your senses, a figure in white stood above you.

You blinked a couple of times to unblur the image.

"TRICK OR TREAT PUNK. TAKE SOME CANDY FOR THE ROAD."

HAPPY HALLOWEEN 👻🎃🦇💀🐈‍⬛

#if you made it this far waiting for me to explain to you what the hell you just experienced... well you're guess is as good as mine. #listen this started as a small photo post I had saved to my drafts months ago for spooky szn #but then it evolved into this psuedo-fever-dream-halloween-dumpster-fire-fic-with-photos #if you're curious there was going to be an alternate ending where you woke up & realized you had tripped major balls off Lee's kush stash #but I just got lazy and ended it where I did #somewhat of a sappy-halloween-themed hallmark tumblr post with a sprinkle of campy “horror”... if you can even call it that. #so there ya go I guess #If anyone unfollows me because of the sheer stupidity of this post... honestly I don't blame you. #Lucy's Bizkit Boo Bash: Countdown to Halloween #Limp Bizkit #nu metal #Fred Durst #Wes Borland #John Otto #DJ Lethal #Sam Rivers #down the rabbit hole #just give me something to queue

[mickittotheman]

I just read the snippet of your fic from an ask from iansw0rld and I'm just ‼️‼️‼️‼️ about it literally can't form coherent words but I'm obsessed already and I'm very excited to read it! 🖤🖤🖤

GAH omg thank you!!! Here's another snippet. As a little treat. It takes place immediately after the prev one:

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“What is with you and the fucking sprite?” Mickey grouses the next day. He’s having a bit of trouble looking Ian in the eye, but he’s sure Ian will lure him back into a relaxed state soon enough, his weird fucking alien powers doing whatever the fuck it is they do.

“You got something against sprite, Milkovich? ‘Cause we can’t still be friends if you do.”

Who the fuck ever said anything about fucking friendship? 

Mickey bites his tongue, sure that if he says anything about it Ian will make some stupid quip like, ‘oh? what do you want us to be then?’ and Mickey will have to grit out some answer like ‘strangers’ or ‘mortal fucking enemies’ while fighting a losing battle to keep his cheeks from going pink.

Yeah. Probably way smarter to just let Ian keep thinking they’re friends, no matter how fucking faggy that is.

“This is a fucking bar, man. You ever gonna order a real drink?”

“I’m good,” Ian chirps, slurping obnoxiously at the glass Mickey hands over. “Soda tastes better than alcohol. I’m not 21 yet, anyways. Not for another few months.” 

“Jesus, you aren’t supposed to fucking tell me that.” 

Ian grins at him. “Oh yeah? What ‘m I supposed to do, then?” 

“You’re supposed to show me a fake ID like a normal fucking person. Or just not fucking say shit in the first place, considering we don’t even fucking card people.” 

Ian splays one of his big ass hands over his chest. Drops his jaw in shock. “Mickey. Surely you aren’t encouraging me to break the law.”

Mickey snorts, a smile breaking out on his face despite his best efforts. Ian’s eyes go wide, delighted, his grin the most blinding one yet. Mickey scurries away to refill the glass of some girl who didn’t even fucking ask for one.

“Hey, I didn’t–”

“Yeah, I fucking know. On the house.”

The girl frowns at his language, then perks ups at the concept of a free refill, then frowns again. “You aren’t, like, trying to hit on me are you? Because you are so not my type.”

Mickey directs his eyes heavenwards. The shit he has to put up with in this fucking hellhole.

Ian finally leaves just before ten, just like he always does. He smiles, just like always. And, just like always, his last smile of the night is soft and sleepy in a way that makes Mickey want to punch him. “See ya tomorrow, Mick.”

“No you won't,” Mickey says, snatching the five dollar bill Ian’s holding out. He knows by now to be careful not to let their skin brush as he does it. “Work the opening shift tomorrow, with any luck I’ll be gone before you roll in. And I’m off Sundays.”

Ian frowns for a minute before brushing it off, his grin cropping up again. “No problem,” he chirps. “I’ll come by on Monday, then. My wallet and glucose levels could use a rest from all the drinks, anyways.”

And yeah, okay, Mickey’s had this sneaking suspicion that the guy has mostly just been coming to hang out with Mickey for some insane fucking reason. But for the guy to just straight up fucking confirm it like that? Just put it out there in the open, no holds barred?

It’s fucking unsettling, is what it is. Guy definitely has a screw loose. What is it with EMTs and their weird ass obsessions with making Mickey’s life a living hell.

He spends the last twenty minutes of his shift all fucking jittery and shit. Thank fuck he doesn’t have to deal with this shit again until Monday.

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#my scribblings #an unyielding need for validation? in my writing process? its more likely than you think #deadass i could probably be baited into posting the entire fic in tiny little snippets like this smh #mechy answers

[kellyscowboy]

꒰✧ᯇ✦꒱ DON'T BE SORRY FOR LEAVING AND GROWING OLD || ch. 2

ᯇ summary ! ✦ Jack Kelly finally gets out of New York and makes something of himself. Though, he's never been good at goodbyes and David won't answer his letters. || read full thing on ao3 now WRITTEN FOR THE NEWSIES FIC EXCHANGE ᯇ warnings ! ✦ cussing & angst 777 WORDS © 2023 , 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲

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Jack had finally made a life for himself. He no longer wondered where his next meal would come from or if he might spend the next week in the refuge instead of the lodging. It wasn’t like he was famous, but he was known enough.

Santa Fe wasn’t as small as he had hoped, but still smaller than New York. In his mind, he had pictured a town where everyone knew him, and neighbors would bring him eggs and invite him over for Thanksgiving.

It had taken a while, but everyone did know him. However, it wasn’t due to the shortage of population, but due to his impeccable art that was sold at coffee shops and diner’s all-around town. He had aneighbor that brought him eggs, but she only did so in hopes that the boy would fall in love with her and draw her.

Which he did… draw her. He never could fall in love with her. She was missing something, something he had yet to find anywhere but New York. But he married her anyway, because he didn’t know what else to do and he was horrified of being alone.

That’s when his career kicked off. Darla, his wife, came from a well-off family who had many connections in the art business. It was sheer luck that her father’s best friend happened to be a curator, who had chosen the art that was displayed in many popular museums. 

When he got paid for the first time, the bubble of guilt that had popped long ago began to fester again. He knew what he had sacrificed to get to that point, the friendships he had lost and the family he had left behind. That’s when he wrote his first letter.

Dear David,

It’s been a while since I left, and I guess I’m kinda hoping you’ve gotten over the whole leaving ya behind thing. Which I guess ain’t fair of me to ask.

I’m glad you were mad at me. You let me get away with too much, Dave. I shouldn’t have talked to you the way I did, I should have said goodbye, and I should’ve brought you’se with me. So, I’m sorry.

You probably don’t care, but I’m doing pretty good out here. People really like my art. I just got my first check, it’s weird to see dollars and not cents. Sorry, I feel like I’m bragging. I’m not trying to. It’s just…

Well, I dunno really. You always told me I could be something more and I guess this is me thanking you, because you’re right. I wouldn’t be here without you. And I don’t want you to blame yourself for me leaving, cuz I would’a done it anyway.

I’ve been thinking about coming out and visiting. But I’m sure no-one wants to see me ever again.

I want you to know that I felt guilty, I still feel guilty. I don’t know why I didn’t want to say goodbye, but. Anyway. I’m sorry for everything, Dave.

Sincerely & forever yours,

Cowboy.

It wasn’t too long after that that his art began to change. Colorful landscapes of Santa Fe that took deep breaths of fresh air turned into dark Manhattan sky lines with smog that leaked out of the edges. Portraits of Darla began to showcase curly hair, freckles, and light blue eyes. Images of Darla’s younger cousins swinging over the lake turned into young, raggedy-clothed boys hugging each other tightly during a storm.

“Jack…” His wife started. She approached him carefully, softly. “Honey, I think you might be missing New York.”

Jack hummed, barely acknowledged the statement. “Why do you say that, dear?”

“Your last five paintings were supposed to be of me,” she said. “Not that they had to be. But you said they were.” She looked in a mirror that hung above their dresser. “I don’t know if you haven’t taken a good look at me recently. But I have long, straight black hair and brown eyes. My skin is pale, and I don’t even have freckles during the summer.” She paused too long for Jack’s comfort, then turned and waited until he looked up at her. “And I’m not a boy, Jack.”

Immediately, tears began to well in his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Darla smiled and wiped the stray tears off his cheek. She kissed his nose and pressed their foreheads together. “I’ve known for a long time, Jack. I just want you to be happy.”

“I really do love you.” Jack said quietly.

“I know you do.” She intertwined their hands and ran her free hand through his hair. “But you’re in love with him.”

#to be completely honest #i havent read this thing at all since i've written it #so idk if its good or not but #here LOL #javid #jack kelly #david jacobs #newsies #newsies fic exchange #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ newsies // fics ❥ #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ newsies // leaving & growing old ❥

[foxgloveinspace]

Please always ramble in the tags 😭🫶🏼✨ reading tags are some of my favorite things, esp yours tbh

I hope your weekend was good dude! And I hope your migraine fucks off quicklyyy!

I’m trying to get some studying done today, it’s not working yet, but I’m trying!

PS link for your 14K FIC?!?! FUCKIN DUDE THATS AWESOME IM SO PROUD AND SO HAPPY FOR YOUUU!!!

@a-little-lynx

Good Luck Studying!! I hope you find your groove, and it goes really well!! This is my favorite rain noise video on youtube if you like those, I put it on when I need to drown out the rest of the world for reading, haha.

My migraine is already going away a bit, I turned off my headphones, even tho I was listening to The Summoning as a little, 'its been one year since i heard you' celebration, but I can do that later too.

I would link it, but its not posted yet🙇, I'm waiting till it's done before I post it, cause I have discovered through trial and error that that is best for me (*looks sadly at my now mostly abandoned Dune fic that I will finish one of these days but I don't know when it'll be.*)

I don't even know if I'm half way done with it even, I don't even know if I'm gonna post it as chapters? or post it as a really long one shot (but from what I hear, it's best to do it as chapters cause if you get passed 50k you can't edit it after posting, oof. I always forget tags). I think if i do, do chapters, I just finished the first one, haha. It's like, a dream come true though? cause SamTron/SamRinzler is one of my longest running ships (I'd go as far to call it my rare pair otp, haha) and Tron: Legacy is my favorite movie of all time, and I've wanted to write a long as fuck fic for them for years and years and years, so now that I'm finally doing it!!! Ugh. I'm just. so giddy about it, and I hope I am getting their characters right (even tho I've watched the movie about 50 times at this point and have the freaking.... script memorized at this point.) And!!! Yeah.... I'm so happy about it... I'm also being so so self indulgent with it (for me this means adding in little details that don't really matter, like the fact that Sam keeps body armor drinks in his fridge instead of like Gatorade, or that Quorra is a picky eater now that she can, ya know, actually taste things besides Energy on the Grid...... I am uhh, assuming you've watched Tron/Tron: Legacy Cass, if not its a-ok, I just realized some of this makes no since haha.) I am just.... really getting into it?

I'm also trying to keep the main plot under covers until I post it, cause I feel like the anticipation of keeping it sceret will motivate me to beign able to finish it!

#hihi!!! #a-little-lynx #i mean.... if you want I can send you a link to my most popular fic?? it's about 36k long. I just don't know if you'd like the ship haha. #theres a an age gap (but everyone involved is of age in my fic!! I don't write about anything but adults!) #and the ship is controversial in the main part of the fandom. but its 1158 kudos and 318 bookmarks and its my little baby I'm so proud of < #It's even on page one now when you sort by kudos!!! that's such a big deal in fandom haha. #I want to go back and write the little one shots I have planned in that universe but I don't have the motivation for it sadly... maybe in #the spring I'll have the motivation #oh...its uhhh its a Luke x Percy fic. Idk if you ever read PJO #A lot of people hate Luke and any Luke ship. Idk....... the fic kinda possessed me when I was writing it haha. much like this tron one is. #anywayyyyyyyy. #it's a super soft fluffy falling in love with your enemy when he's no longer your enemy fic. 'hes seen the worst parts of me and decided I #am still worthy of love' ect ect. It also takes place mostly in a coffee shop! and it's just.... cozy fluffy winter christmas vibes haha. #uhhhhh.... yeah... idk. #lots of rambles about lots of things this time haha

[shadowthief78]

hi it’s ya boi with a chigiri/reader mahjong fic nobody asked for~!

(Read on Ao3)

If you don’t know riichi mahjong, here’s what you need to know for this fic: (more info at the end)

Mahjong is a game where you start with 13 tiles and then take turns drawing and discarding until you have a 14 tile hand made up of 4 3-tile sets and a pair. Points awarded depend on rarity of the combinations.

Daisangan (Three Big Dragons) is a specific yakuman (very high scoring hand) that’s very difficult to achieve and also worth a lot of points. It consists of three triplets (pon) or quads (kan) of each of the three types of dragon: white, red,and green.

There is a limited amount of points in every mahjong game (ranges from 25k to 35k depending on the game), you can go into the negatives but the only way to gain points is to take them from someone else.

TL; DR: Someone winning a yakuman off of you is bad news.

Riichi is something you have the option of declaring when you are in tenpai (have a hand ready to win). When in riichi, you cannot change your hand and can only draw/discard on your tiles. You may call a win whenever. A hand is worth more points this way. You must have a closed hand (make no calls on other people’s discards) for riichi.

If you want more details about riichi mahjong, I suggest reading through (this riichi mahjong wiki) and/or playing on (Mahjong Soul), an online/app riichi mahjong game I use. Lmk if you want my friend code there!

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“Hey! Chigiri, wanna join us playing mahjong?” Bachira shouts, his towel falling from his shoulders. “It’ll be fun!”

Chigiri looks surprised, busy drying his hair after a bath. “Sure, I guess.”

Isagi gives the tiles one last wash and begins picking them up for the wall. You copy him. “Are we still doing three players or should we add in the numbers?”

“Eh, I can team up with Bachira. Neither of us are very good anyway,” he smiles. 

“Hey, I was a natural at watching the old men at the park and trying to eat their discards when I was younger,” Bachira objects. “Chigiri, have you played before?”

“My family likes to, so yeah,” He says. 

“Cool! Then you and (Y/N) can play separately cos you both know the rules.” Bachira sits up when Isagi hands him the dice. “Toss?”

It lands four and six. “Count ten from there and split the wall. Carefully this time!” Isagi warns.

“We had to restart earlier because Bachira nearly flipped the table,” You explain. Chigiri snorts. 

“I can definitely see that happening.”

“Here’s yours, and yours,” Isagi says. “Bachira, don’t flip ours over! Put them like this so nobody can see.”

“I can’t say I didn’t expect this,” Chigiri observes, flipping his tiles over. He gives them a cursory glance and starts rearranging some. “I’m west, I assume. Remind me again how three player works?”

“Well, no chii. North is worth one han for every tile you declare ‘kita,’ and no numbers except one and nine.” “Thirteen Orphans still on the table? Good,” He finishes arranging his tiles. 

“I’m ready too,” You say. 

Isagi draws the first tile and stares at it for a little bit. “Uhh, what do you call this. Riichi?”

“No way you have tenpai already,” You exclaim. “Your first game and double riichi? What is this luck? How come I never get it this good?” Bachira laughs. 

“I think we’re discarding this one,” Isagi mutters, putting down a red dragon.

“Pon,” Chigiri says instantly, taking two more tiles off the end of his hand.

Your jaw drops even further. “Now you?”

“I can never pass up red dragon,” He explains. “It’s my good luck tile. My older sister would always call it that. Most dangerous discard in my family.”

You groan. “Thanks for skipping me.”

“Well, think of it this way. You aren’t going to deal into their double riichi.” He thinks for a second then puts down a nine, the digit written in elegant kanji. 

Bachira draws and discards the next tile, six dots, with a pout. You put down two kita and draw, then promptly put down, eight dots. Chigiri puts down two bamboo, Isagi discards white dragon.

“Pon,” Chigiri says.

“You’ve got to be joking,” you say. He smiles and puts down an east.

“Finally! Pon.” You pause and look at him, imminent discard in hand. “If you call pon on this, I will never forgive you.”

“I solemnly swear not to pon,” he responds.

You put down a green dragon, not breaking eye contact.

“Kan.”

“Oooh,” Chigiri’s got all the dragons now,” Bachira observes cheerfully. “(Y/N)? That’s good, isn’t it?”

“What’s the point in playing anymore,” You groan, collapsing backward and covering your eyes. Bright fluorescent lighting slips through the cracks in your fingers. “I’m going to end up bankrupt and destitute. Double riichi and three big dragons? At this rate you’ll double ron me and I’ll lose all my points and what’s left of my pride.”

“Is it that bad?” Isagi asks. You make some vocalization more akin to a strangled cat than a person. 

“Damn yakuman.” You sit up again. “It’s not even the sixth turn! How lucky can you get? I hate this. I hate-” You throw up your hands. “And now I’m the one stuck paying for everything because it was my stupid discard-” You break off muttering. “Stupid, stupid, stupid! Fine! Let’s keep playing. I’m going to lose already, how bad can this get?”

“West,” Chigiri says, throwing away his own wind.

“Also west,” says Isagi.

You don’t have a west. “Three bamboo?”

Chigiri’s hand twitches but he stays silent. Nobody moves til you line the tile up with your other discards. 

“Nine bamboo,” He says at last, after taking a good minute looking back and forth between his hand and his draw.

Bachira half topples over the table. “Ron! Tsumo! Agari! Win!”

“You got it right the first time, it’s ron,” Isagi laughs, toppling their hand. “We win! Pay up, Chigiri!”

“I thought we weren’t playing for points,” Chigiri complains. “Get off me! Hey!”

“Quit it and help me clean up,” You say. “I’m getting my revenge on all of you next hand.”

Isagiand Bachira probably don’t notice, but before Chigiri flips his tiles over to wash them, you see his one-two-four-four bamboo. When he catches you staring, he smiles. “Will you forgive me for calling kan?”

“Sap,” you scoff. “Why didn’t you win off of my discard? You lost the round because of that.”

“Lost the round but won your heart, I hope?”

At least Isagi and Bachira are too busy wrestling each other on the floor for them to notice your conversation.

-

Ron: Win off of someone else’s discard

Tsumo: Win off of your own draw (worth more than or equal to Ron)

Agari: A generic term for winning/winning tile. Not often used to call a win.

There’s some special set of rules I can’t find anywhere online but I know exist in at least somevariations of the game that basically say, hey, if you discard a tile and the person who calls on it adds it to their open hand and it becomes a yakuman, if they tsumo down the line 100% of the cost is on you (not split between all players like a tsumo usually is). I don’t know what it’s called, but it exists in Mahjong Soul, the online/app I get my riichi fix on.

#chigiri hyoma #x reader #bllk #blue lock #puffin says stuff #mahjong #chigiri x reader #bllk x y/n #bllk imagines

[ticklykitty216]

(A solo fic already? And such a bold departure from the original source material! /ref)

(Yeah, the brainrot is so real I had to write this fic now while I still have motivation)

(And yes I’m still working on requests, depending on how everything goes I’ll be finishing the requests and posting ‘original’ fics with them as well)

(Also there’s a bit of Chester x Mandy stuff in this fic, you can read it as platonic or romantic but I can’t help myself, they’re so cute together, the skrunkles)

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Mandy liked to think that she had relatively good patience.

Yes, she may be grumpy most of the time but there’s a difference between being grumpy and angry. Was she quick and easy to annoy? Yes. Was she quick and easy to anger? She’d say no. It took a lot to truly make Mandy angry, but with the day she’s been having she was about to blow.

Yesterday she had asked Chester to put candy back in the cases and displays so they could open up early and he simply just didn't do it. So she had to do it and that delayed opening for a good hour, and when she had finally opened the first couple had complained about the delay and were generally rude. Then she dealt with annoying customers, which was par for the course when working customer service but it seemed like today everyone was pissy. And then to add insult to injury one of the kids had accidentally broken one of their gumball machines and there were now gumballs all over the floor, and without Chester Mandy is forced to clean it up, as always.

Everyone had finally left and it was almost closing time. “Finally, where is that good for nothing clown when you need him?” Mandy grumbled as she cleaned up the glass and gumballs all over the floor, “Haven’t seen that idiot all day…” Mandy stood up and dumped the little dustpan with the glass and gumballs into the garbage and turned to put the dustpan away, “AAAGH-” Mandy cried as she managed to slip on a loose gumball and fell to the ground. “Great. Fun. Just my luck.” Mandy growled as she slowly picked herself back up and limped back to her throne behind her desk.

“Ow. Ow. Ow…” Mandy said as she hobbled behind her desk, as she made contact with her throne a loud *BANG* sounded out and she jumped back up startled “WHAT THE HELL?!” she cried out, and heard giggling behind her throne. She kneeled on the cushions of her throne and looked over to see Chester crouched down and giggling madly, “CHESTER! Where the hell were you?! I’ve been waiting for you to come in all day!” Mandy yelled and Chester looked up at her, confused “Mandy, I told you that I had matches today.” Chester said plainly and Mandy deadpanned.

Mandy didn’t remember him telling her that. “When?” she asked and Chester had a look that she couldn’t place. “When you asked me to stock I told you I couldn’t because I had to go early for some matches and that I’d be gone most of the day!” Chester said and Mandy was currently having a crisis trying to remember what Chester had said to her yesterday, had she really forgotten so quickly? She felt like she’d remember something like that… “Oh… Sorry then…” Mandy said and turned back and sat in her throne with a far away look. Chester sprung up and leaned against the throne “Soooo, how did you faire without me?~” Chester cooed and Mandy groaned “Terrible, everyone had a stick up their ass, I tell ya’.” Mandy said before she leaned forward and put her face in her arms “Everyone was so annoying today, can’t wait for it to end.” she said.

Chester gave a sympathetic look before he brightened up “Hey Mandy! Look at this!” he said and she groaned “If it’s another one of your pranks you can shove it.” she grumbled and Chester giggled “Nono! Please Mandy, I think you’ll like this!” Chester said, moving to stand in front of the girls desk. Mandy groaned before she looked up before sitting back up “What is it?” Mandy said suspiciously as she looked at the jester before her, he had his hands behind his back and rocked on the balls of his feet, the bells on his cap jingling. “Well, it sounds like you had a crappy day~” he started “Tell me about it…” Mandy mumbled “So! I had picked this up from one of my earlier matches, and I was gonna give it to you later, but I’ll give it to you now!” Chester said and held out a small present.

Mandy eyed the present and glared at Chester “You think I was born yesterday? What’s in it?” Mandy said and Chester placed it on her desk and moved it closer to her “Can’t say, would ruin the surprise!” Chester said before his face softened “I swear it’s not a prank Mandy.” Chester said and she still glared “Cross your heart?” she asked and Chester took his right hand and did a criss cross motion over his chest with one hand while the other was behind his back, “Cross my heart and hope to cry, stick a cupcake in my eye!” Chester said with a wink for emphasis. Mandy’s glare softened and she looked at the small present, she started to open the top when she looked back up at Chester who smiled and nodded his head, Mandy finally removed the top of the gift and looked in.

Mandy didn’t even get a chance to see what was in the gift because the next thing she knew there was glitter and pixie dust exploding on her face, she reeled back “AAAAAAGH!!!” she cried out and rubbed furiously at her eyes and coughed violently. Chester exploded in laughter and clutched his stomach with his right hand and revealed his left hand. His fingers were crossed, “Well, it was a little prank…” Chester reasoned. Mandy still rubbed at her eyes and glared at him with one eye “What’s wrong with you?!” Mandy yelled and her voice broke at the end and her eyes suddenly became much more watery, and it wasn’t just because there was still glitter and pixie stick dust in them. Mandy breathed heavily, trying to calm herself but the weight of today and the prank had her tipped over the edge and she didn’t know whether to scream or cry.

Chester had stopped laughing but still smiled “You like your surprise?” Chester asked but when Mandy didn’t respond and he saw her slightly shaking the smile was wiped from his face “M-Mandy?” Chester asked and leaned forward towards her. Mandy had her face covered with her hands and she felt EVERYTHING bubble up to the surface, the customers, the broken gumball machine, the pranks, it was the straw that broke the camel's back. Mandy suddenly looked up with tears in the corners of her eyes and let out a banshee shriek as she lunged forward at the jester “YOU ASSHOLE!!” she screeched. Chester yelped and pulled back as she lunged and backed away out of her grasp “Mandy wait!” he said.

Mandy brushed the gift box off her desk and into the trash bin as she climbed over her desk towards her coworker “GET BACK HERE!!!” she screamed. Chester’s eyes widened and he turned tail and Mandy jumped off her desk and gave chase “LOUSY CLOWN! I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY I KEEP YOU AROUND!!” Mandy screamed as she kept up with the clown. Chester zigzagged between the large displays of candy “I’M SORRY!” Chester wailed “OH, YOU’RE GONNA BE SORRY WHEN I CATCH YOU!!” Mandy yelled as she turned a sharp corner and picked up some random candy and threw it at him. Chester put his arm up to block the onslaught of candy pellets “Mandy you’re overreacting! It was just a joke!” Chester said and ran between a few cases “OVERREACTING?! I had a TERRIBLE day and your solution was to explode glitter in my face?!” Mandy yelled and took chase again “I didn’t expect you to lean your face over it!!” Chester said.

Mandy grabbed one of the giant display gummies from a stand as she ran past, pulled her arm back and tossed the bear like it was a football and it nailed Chester in the back of the head. Chester lost his balance and started to stumble forward, but it had been too late, Chester tripped over himself and he tumbled into a display of various marshmallows and taffy. Mandy finally caught up to the clown and looked at him and pounced on him. “You asshat! You douchebag! You son of a bitch!” Mandy said and shook him violently “Mandy!” Chester cried out and pried at her hands. “I can’t stand you! You and your dumb pranks!” Mandy yelled and the two dissolved into a sort of slap fight, Mandy trying to grab at Chester to throttle and Chester blocking her hand “I swear to god you’re so dead!” Mandy yelled as she squeezed the jester's left side and Chester jerked away and made this strange choked giggle.

Mandy did a double take “Are you seriously laughing right now?!” Mandy growled out and gripped him again and a string of giggles came out of him “Mahahandy quihihihit it!” Chester giggled out. Mandy glared but then looked to see she was grabbing his sides and she put two and two together. She looked Chester in the eyes and gave him the most evil look she could muster and smirked down on him “You’re so dead.” was all Mandy said. “Waitwaitwait ManDYY EHEHEHEHE!!” Chester squealed.

Mandy rapidly squeezed the clown's side and he burst into the goofiest giggle Mandy has ever heard come out of a person “Mahahahandy! Mahahahahandy- NOHOHOHO!!” Chester cackled as she squeezed up and down the jesters sides, testing to see where his most ticklish spots were. She was still mad at him, and she wanted revenge against him. “Ohohoho~ How did I NOT know about this?~” Mandy teased as she spidered his sides “MAHAHAHAHANDEHEHEHEY!!” Chester cackled and shook his head, the bells on his hat jingled furiously. “MAHAHANDY IHIHIHI’M SHOHOHORRY!!” Chester cried out as he pushed against her wrists “Oh? So now you’re sorry? I don’t think you are!” Mandy said as she roughly squeezed his hips and Chester tossed his head back and shrieked “NONONOHOHOHO MAHAHAHANDY IHIHIHI REHEHEALLY AHAM SOHOHOHORRY!!!” Chester howled “LIAR!”

 Mandy yelled, but there was no anger behind it. Mandy dug her thumbs into the hollow of Chester’s hips and he flailed “NAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!!” Chester screamed and slapped Mandy's arms, “Why not? Too tickle, tickle, ticklish for you?~” Mandy teased and switched between teasing his hips to scribbling across his belly. Chester was going insane, the bells on his hat jingled like crazy as he shook his head back and forth wildly and kicked his legs behind Mandy “MAHAHAHANDY STAHAHAHAP!!” Chester wailed, pushing against her “No.~” Mandy said, her fingers traveled up to his ribs and scribbled between the spaces and Chester cackled like a hyena “AHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Chester laughed “NAHAHAT THERE PLEHEHEHEASE MAHAHANDY!!!” Chester begged “AHAHAHANYWHEHEHERE BUHUHUT THEHEHEHERE!!!” Chester squealed “Oh? Anywhere? Well, how abo-ut, HERE!” Mandy said and quickly shoved her fingers into Chester armpits and scribbled madly.

Chester clamped his arms down and his laughter went silent for a second before it came back tenfold. “NOOOOOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHA *snort* MAHAHAHAHANDY!!” Chester snorted as tears streamed down his face. “Was that a snort?!” Mandy laughed and pressed harder “Do it again!” she commanded. “NAHAHA MAHAHA- *snort* MAHAHAHANDY P-PLEHEHEHEASE!!! MEHEHEHERCY!!” Chester roared, as he kept his arms clamped down he wrapped his arms around his stomach and thrashed back and forth. Mandy continued her assault, she wasn’t ready to end this just yet, but she’d admit that his reaction was starting to worry her a bit. She moved her hands out of his armpits and just stared down at him.

Chester panted heavily and looked up at Mandy and wiped a tear from his left eye, “Ahahahare yohohou dohohohone?” Chester giggled and Mandy said nothing. She lifted up her hands and hovered them over top of his middle and wiggled her fingers slowly, “Nohohoho! Mahahandy dohohohon’t please!” Chester laughed as he eyed her fingers nervously “Where oh where will I tickle next?~” she asked as her fingers slowly descended downwards. She quickly moved them upwards towards his ribs and his arms and hands followed to try and block them “Mahahahandy!! Stohohop!” Chester giggled “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already laughing!” Mandy herself laughed at how giddy the jester beneath her was.

“Yeheheheah, and ihihihit’s gohohoing to tihihihickle..!” Chester squeaked as her hands darted downwards to his hips, but never touched them “Damn right!” Mandy said as one hand tickled his hip and the other went for his neck. Chester yelped and scrunched up his neck to try and protect it “STOHOHOHOHOHOP IHIHIHIT!!” Chester squealed as he grabbed at Mandy’s wrists “IHIHIHI SAHAHAHAID IHIHI WAHAHAS SOHOHOHORRY!!” He laughed. “I don’t think you’re sorry enough~” Mandy said and Chester let out this sad little noise; a mix between a whine and a yelp, “MEHEHEHEHERCEHEHEHEHEY!!” Chester shrieked as Mandy ghosted over the sensitive flesh between his hip bones “MEHEHEHERCY! UHUHUHUHUNCLE! PLEHEHEHEASE MAHAHAHANDY IHIHIHI GEHEHEHET IHIHIHIT!!” Chester howled.

As much as Mandy would LOVE to sit here all day and tickle Chester to insanity (she might’ve already with the way he was acting) she let up. She brought her hands away from the fool and crossed her arms as she watched him finally, and properly this time, catch his breath. Mandy had to admit, she might’ve taken it a little too far, he was wheezing and clutched his sides as stray giggles still poured out of him. The black marks under his eyes were smudged from his tears and his entire face, ears and his neck was flushed. “You good clown? Had a good laugh?” Mandy asked, trying to keep her tone neutral, “Yohohohou’re ahahan ahahahasshole…” Chester mewled out and Mandy huffed “Takes one to know one, hun.” Mandy said and wiped some of the stray tears off of his face before she finally stood up off of the jester. Chester continues to lay on the ground and put his hands on his stomach as he still calmed his ragged breathing, Mandy walked over to the shop’s front door and turned their ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’ and locked the door before approaching Chester again.

“You gonna sleep on the floor tonight?” Mandy asked sarcastically and Chester huffed “You know, I just might, these marshmallows bags make for great pillows!” Chester said and picked up a bag of marshmallows and opened the bag and popped one in his mouth, “Stop eating the marshmallows…” Mandy said and Chester winked at her “I deserve this after the torture you put me through!” Chester said dramatically and put the back of his hand on his forehead. “I’ll do it again if you don’t get up!” Mandy threatened and wiggled her fingers at him, Chester’s face flushed and he sprung back up with the bag of marshmallows still in hand, Mandy’s face fell when she saw the bag in his hand “WELL! I think I’m going to go home now and get some rest!” Chester announced with a sort of mocking tone “You’ll be coming in tomorrow and helping me around here!” Mandy stated and Chester deflated “Sure yeah…” Chester said and began to walk past Mandy before he stopped and smirked.

Chester turned and looked “Oh and uh, by the way, I didn’t have any matches today, I just missed my alarm and didn’t come in.” Chester said with a smug look. Mandy spluttered and then growled “You son of a b- MMMMPH?!” Mandy was cut off as Chester shoved a marshmallow in her mouth and then ran away “CHEFFETER!!” Mandy mumbled out past the marshmallow and stomped her food. She walked towards her desk to grab her things “Can’t believe that idiot, he slept in?!” Mandy growled and saw something shine out of the corner of her eye. She turned and looked to see that it was coming out of the garbage can, she walked over and pulled out Chester’s gift and looked into it again.

Inside the box, at the bottom of it was a large gem; it was a magenta color, as opposed to the purple color most of the gems from the mines were, and the way it was shaped made it look like a piece of candy with a wrapper on it. Mandy picked it out of the box and moved it around, with what little light was still left in the shop it caught on the gem and shimmered and shined in the light, “Woah…” Mandy said and brought the gem down and turned it around in her hand. Shoot, now she felt bad for going after Chester, but then again he had left her to handle the shop alone, but he hadn’t lied, she had overreacted to his joke. 

Despite this, Mandy had smiled and placed the gem in her pocket and picked up her things and closed shop and walked home. She’d apologize to Chester tomorrow, that was, if he didn’t sleep in again…

***

(In this house, we love and respect Chester x Mandy!!!)

#Kitten_Blunders #TicklyKitty Writes #brawl stars tickle #regular people avert your eyes #I cannot contain the silly lol #I love these two so much #chester's such a little creature I want to wreck this man #I love him so much lol #I cannot be stopped; the brainrot is too strong

[warcats-cat]

human interaction!!

what's your favorite thing to write? what's your favorite part of the writing process? your least favorite?

what other fandoms, besides the ones you've written, would you want to write for in the future? If you were forced to write something about a fandom you knew very little about (let's say you get a summary of the plot and characters, plus whatever you might've absorbed via fandom posts from your mutuals), what fandom do you think you'd have the most luck with and why?

if you create OCs, what's your favorite OC that you've created? have you created any villain OCs? do you prefer Gen fics or romantic fics (both to read and to write)? who's your favorite comfort character? who's a character that probably shouldn't be comforting, but is anyway? who's a character that other people seem to love, but you just don't get the hype?

I hope this helps a little!! I'm always down to chat and trade asks!

20 questions 🤣🤣🤣 ok:

1) my favorite thing to write is also my favorite thing to read! Hurt/Comfort!!!!!

2) Most favorite part - Daydreaming about the characters/storyline while pretending to be mentally present at work!

3) Least favorite part - Making the words go 😢

4) I usually write what I know best at any moment - I've been eyeing some of the art/fic in the FNAF fandom lately but just kinda dipping my hands in, not really ready to dive in. I just love my Sanders Boys, ya know?

5) I think I could BS something from one of the classic animes, like Death Note or Naruto. I did watch Ouran Highschool Host Club and a few other sillier animes but my fandom experiences with those ended at looking at fanart. ((Wait, can Pokemon count? Can I do Pokemon? I know some Pokemon 👀👀👀))

6) my OC's are my DND characters and by far my favorite is Ink of Dreams, my cat-person thief 😍😍. Also Thistle, who isn't really an OC so much as my OC's pet 😅😅😅 If anything I guess HE would be my "favorite" because I talk about him all the time and he's in three dnd campaigns and I had a plushie made and I'm trying to have a movable puppet made...

7) RN I have a villain OC for a WIP I'm working on (read: poking with a stick like a dead animal) and I do enjoy writing her very much. She is an agent of chaos and I hate her so much, it's great 💜 I don't have a lot of experience doing the just straight up ridiculously depraved, but writing her is also giving me practice for writing future LRH adjacent fics involving Gabriel 👀👀👀

8) uuuuhhhhhh I like cuddles 😅😅😅😅 I'm fine with both, just not big on smut. I think I'm a little bit romantically starved tbh because sometimes I pull up a comfort fic that I know is gonna make me cry because I just kinda *need* to cry if that makes sense? I'm asexual and finding a romantic partner is hard 🥲 But anyway yeah I'm fine with both! RN I'm on a baby fic kick so send me babies 💜💜

9) My current comfort character is Patton from Sanders Sides, and no one is surprised. 😅 I just vibe with him a lot because in also a very emotionally-open and emotionally-invested person, I tend to be a caretaker and I like to be prepared in case someone around me needs help. And RN with fandom drama especially, I just feel connected with Patton. I also experienced a period of my life where I tried to help but made some mistakes and then was demonized and called an abuser, manipulative, gaslighter, horrible person and then I found out I was autistic so the things I was doing (like leaving a party to sit outside and decompress when I was overwhelmed and crying) weren't as common-sense and understood as I thought (aka said behavior was called me going off and crying to isolate people and make them come take care of me) ANYWAY. It's kinda funny because I've always bounced between Patton and Virgil for TS; it was mostly Virgil at first and then I had a gap where Good Omens took over, and then it was back to TS but now more vibing with Patton

10) I can't really think of a comfort character that would be considered "not good" besides like. The characters I call my "Anime Boyfriends", Jake English and Dirk Strider from Homestuck, but that's more because like,,, the creator of Homestuck kinda uses a *lot* of slurs,,,, but also I only read like 1/4 of the whole comic,,,, and I go off of fanon interpretations,,,, from ask blogs c2012,,, so.........

11) I do not understand the obsession with Janus and Remus. I'm gonna admit - I don't like them in canon. At all. I am ok with most fanon interpretations, but I just don't like them. I like the "Core Four" (Logan, Virgil, Patton, Roman) and that's it. And I do NOT look forward to the "orange side". And to be 100%, I get frustrated because I want to read poly fic of just the core four and so many people are tossing Janus and Remus in the mix and I just want to find the ones that don't and it takes *forever* to filter out all of the different variants of ships. 🥲 obv I'm not going to tell anyone else to stop enjoying their ships and characters, but I'm not gonna go searching for the stuff that I don't enjoy, either.

Thank you for the ask friend!! 💜💜 it's very much appreciated lol, and a lot of your questions really made me think 😅😅

#warcats answers #xman friend #ask the author #author 20 questions #lol #sorry it took so long #i really had to think for some of these 😅

[gwaine-lover]

Not sure if you know much about the side characters since I don't, but thought I'd try anyway so I'm clueless:

Who would you ship out of the following:

Any suggestions are helpful. Writing a reincarnation merlin fic is harder than I thought it would be, lol. Also love your blog.

Okay so I actually didn’t rememberd much about Vivian not under the spell so i went to watch this episode (as you can see from post i rebloged before answering xD). And i’m responding from my laptop now bc i’m still scrolling through ‘merlin 2x10′ tag at my phone.

So:

First and most important: leave my boy Lancelot be. #gayrights Only straight ship i see him in is Gwencelot (which i love with my whole heart).

LADY VIVIAN AND LEON. LADY VIVIAN AND LEON! Oh yeah this one. Definitely this one. With how she is annoying at the beginning of the episode he could be annoyed not only with knights at the daily basic but with her too. Absolutely amazing. I know he deserves a break from what he already has at his plate but we don’t have this in this fandom, oh we so don’t have it. And I’m so suprised by this ship and by how well they fit in my head.

But. We hear more than once in this episode that she is too young. For love and for knowing antyhing about it. So yeah, few years older Vivian, more mature, not so rude but still annoying. Perfect paring with Leon. You know hate-love relationship.

With Morgana this will work too. But this one from before she got evil not after.

Morgana and Leon? No, noooo, absolutely no.

Morgana and Lancelot? Which Morgana? Good one? Evil one? That’s hot. Not like Evil Gwen x Evil Lancelot hot, but hot too. They didin’t actually have any relation before 4x09 so i think exploring that with any of the combination could be interesting. (It’s still #gayrights for my boy at the top of the podium, with Gwencelot (any combination) at second, but yeah he and Morgana - they can have and definitley are 3rd place).

Vivian and Sophia. Well Sophia was charming and putting away her manipulating her father i really liked the girl. This could work good too. Ya know by now #gayrights :D

Vivian and Morgause? More like Morgause and Cenred. Thank you, goodnight.

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Damn you’re really doing job with this fic! All that research, all that posts and asks. It’s really impressive right now for my lazy ass with writer’s block. I’m really curious what finally you will make from all of this. I have feeling that i will definitely come across this fic here on tumblr but if you could remember about me (send me a link or tag me under some post) when you publish i would be very thankful and happy to read that! And of course a lot of time, inspirations and ideas and good luck with all that!

#this that it - i never know which is right #also i think that i learned just now how to write 'which' #ya know most of the times is 'witch' or 'with' and then it's just translator time #not sure if i used it right everywhere but #changing subjects -> #it's still weird that actually someone sends me asks and wants my opinion #weird #or is it just me #anyway #sorry for any mistakes along the way it's like 1am and my brain is litlle behind the fog #okay that's all i think time for proper tags #ask #merlin fanfic #parings #lady vivian #leon #morgana #lancelot #sophia #king cenred #cenred my beloved #merlin ships