#and dont mind i combined it with the prompt LOL

[revasserium]

i love your replies to the writer’s ask! about the compliment you gave yourself, yes. i do agree. i’m trying to recall which HQ fanfic of yours i first read. i’ve read so many of your works from that era. as i’m sieving through my memories, a few works of yours pop up like kageyama & the world responding?? daichi’s story with the prompt on goodbyes? adore the way you hook and drag. without looking at your masterlist, which story immediately comes to mind when you think of “time”?

about driving, since i’m still new i haven’t driven much. i’m very excited to cruise on the roads, but i’m also really bad at overtaking (i.e. i can overtake—or else how would i have passed my driving test—but i haven’t done it when cars are going fast & when it’s crowded… road conditions for my test were milder). it’s scary… SJDJSJDJSJ. i’ll hopefully be driving soon with my parent who can instruct me. i think for the time being, as i get used to the car, i have to focus, but i look forward to blasting music while driving 👍 — @anonymilk

also the poem you gave me was so great 🥹 thank you!! are there any poems from that author you like as well?? why do you like them specifically?? — @anonymilk also what happened the past 2 weeks r u alright :( — @anonymilk

combining ur asks! <3 hope u dont mind and sorry i take so long lol but answers in the cut!

uGH that reaper!kageyama x angel!reader fic is still one of my all time favs u__u im so happy you remember that one. sldkfjasd and the daichi story T^T -- i realized that pre-hiatus i was so so so kagehina biased with a hard sprinkling of suga but then post-hiatus i came back and suddenly i'm a daichi stan like is this..... IRL character dev bro. am i just into the Greenest of Green Flags now. not that i dont still adore kagehina bc i do. u__u they are my babies.

in terms of "time" -- i think the one that comes to mind most immediately is the hinata "length of daylight" fic i wrote! it remains one of my fav hinata fics i've written to date :D

for driving -- it def is something that needs lots of practice! but you'll get there!!! i'm excited for you!!!! and yeah to this day, i hate overtaking ppl but it's a necessary evil LOL

re: agha shahid ali YES oh my god okay. i love his stuff. i actually found him when i saw a poem of his on the new york subway lol im not even kidding. and it still remains one of my favorite poems of his to this day -- it's called Stationary, and it goes like this:

The moon did not become the sun. It just fell on the desert in great sheets, reams of silver handmade by you. The night is your cottage industry now, the day is your brisk emporium. The world is full of paper. Write to me.

i think the reason i fell so in love with it is because every single line is so vivid. not to say that most of his other poems aren't like this as well but like. idk something about this just spoke to me so much? i love love love metaphors about like irl things turning /into/ paper or ink or like... writing-related stuff. it's just such a beautiful image to me. also like there's a phrase in every line that strikes me "reams of silver", "brisk emporium" -- and something about the sentence "the world is full of paper" makes me like want to yell bc it's so??? GOOD??? bc yes!!! the world is full of paper!!!!!

and obviously, the ending just SMACKS you doesn't it? write to me. ugh. UGH. ugh its so good.

sometimes this poem still comes back to me in random moments and it makes me happy.

and now for some not so fun stuff. tw for like... ilness and death but yeah uh.

this entire summer has just been kind of ass tbh??? like. during the single month of july, we had 4 people in my family/friend circle pass away -- 2 grandparents, 1 uncle, 1 friend of a friend (who was literally only 24yrs old!!! bruh!!!! WTF!!!). we thought August was going to be chiller, but nope. last day of Aug, last thursday, my boss's wife passed away after battling with cancer for 2+ years.

it hit hard for our entire team at work bc like. she was younger than my mom. and my boss is such an industry veteran, and he and his wife have been married for 17 years, they have a 13yr old son like... it just sucked all around. we all went to the funeral this past wednesday. it was a beautiful service, but obviously really freaking sad. half our entire office was there, everyone was crying. i was crying like. it was a mess.

and then right after, i think my body had had ENOUGH of this nonsense, and i got a really bad fever literally ONE HOUR after i got home from the funeral. and i've been sick since then.

it's just been... unreasonably rough... i'm really hoping that this is the last big bad thing that's gonna happen for the rest of the year. like. im so exhausted -- pls @ the universe LOL. take it easy on us okay.

so yeah. i try to keep the heavy stuff off this blog bc it's supposed to be a place where i come to be happy and write things that make me happy so i haven't talked about this much but u__u since you asked, i didn't wanna just be like "oh yeah everything is fine" when it's not LOL

i do hope that the summer is treating you better though! <3

#Anonymous #anonymilk #this got way long LOL i hope you don't mind #🌧 raindrops

[bluelokk]

Huh, since when did I become your assistant? Not assistant, partner!

Edogawa Conan & Haibara Ai; for #coaiweek2021 @coai​

#dcmk #detective conan #coaiweek2021 #edogawa conan #haibara ai #coai #:m #e:gfx #NOT MY BEST WORK but i really want to contribute to this year's coai week!!! aaa!!! #these are the quotes and moments that came to mind when i looked at the prompts #skipped day 1's prompt bc i don't know where to put it djfhdhd #also replaced day 5 and 7....... for convenience purposes lol #also um. i dont know if thats okay to combine almost every prompt in one post sjhdjds sorry #so many cheating for a post whew

[embarrassingresultofmyfreetime]

“I thought I'd lost you 25″ Day 25 + ‘Cuddles on a rainy day’ Day 22

This is somehow like 3.5k and it’s 80% hugging lol

(I finally made a fic just for Spyvember!! Originally I had a different idea, but that took on a life of it’s own so please enjoy this instead lol)

#i hope it's okay I combined prompts it just felt like it fit well that way #everyone doing spyvember work is so talented like hiiii im 3 weeks late dont mind me lol #thoschei #spydoc #doctor who #doctor who fic #spyvember #i actually finished this before midnight YES

[wheredemdokis]

[doki review #2] The Story Between a Dumb Prefect and a High School Girl with an Inappropriate Skirt Length (ongoing)

After having binged quite a few shoujo manga series, I'd say most shoujo male characters would fall into certain "templates" of personalities: aggressive tsundere type, cold tsundere type (that sometimes bullies the heck out of our girl), gentle soft type, extroverted friendly type. Seeing all these personalities being recycled again and again without much alteration can get, well, rather mundane (though I do admit there is the comfortable familiarity when you dive into those series at times). Female shoujo characters have even less background for quirky personalities - frankly speaking, most of them usually have the, well, what I'd call a "fluffy personality" - warm, emotional, usually acts before thinking. Sprinkle it with some obliviousness and doormat tendencies. That formula pretty much works for any combination with the categories of the male characters, and that's how you get about, well, 75% of shoujo manga I have read (as I have said, I can't assert for all shoujo manga series). I'm pretty sure looking at my list of templates, you probably already have some titles popping up in your minds.

Now, don't get me wrong. The fluffy personality, if written well, can be very endearing to read. However, same for male characters, if it is the same recycled formula with not much room for quirks... honestly, to me at least, it gets really boring.

As I was about to give up this venture into shoujo manga after having read titles of the almost identical structure of characters, I stumble across the masterpiece of them all.

The Story of Between a Dumb Prefect and a High School Girl with an Inappropriate Skirt Length, by Takuma Yokota.

- How did I start reading this?

I always had a thing for well-written quirky tsundere characters, both males and females alike, and I was quickly drawn to the female character, Poemu-chan. More on that very soon.

- And how is it so far?

*joyful tears appear at the corner of my eyes* ok, maybe not. But you know what I mean.

- Genres and overarching themes?

Genres: Comedy, Romance, School life, Shoujo

Overarching themes: youth (really makes me rethink in what parallel universe would I ever have this kind of high school life...), friendships, one's blooming feelings, some denial of feelings

- Plot: 3.8/5

I'll be frank - if you're looking for a quirky plot filled with excitement, or a cerebral, reflective plot prompting you to think, this is not exactly where you'd find all those things. This manga has a rather typical school life plot - beach episode, school festival, just the typical daily school life episodes. Being a fan of slice-of-life stories, I'd say this is a rather well-executed slice-of-life story - it is a calm review of high school years that focuses on the relationships between characters, and the emotional aspects that come with it. What really pushes me to continue reading is how well the wholesome interactions are drawn, making me want to root for more romantic development between the characters, how the author seasons the daily school life episodes with fun dialogues and very well-written comedy, and the extremely adorable characters, which I'll be talking about soon. //w//

- Characters: 4.25/5

The characters, main and side, are really entertaining. Poemu Konihata, our main female character, is just adorable. A carefree girl that does what she wants, not bothering to conform to any rules (including school rules, yes, which is the main pivot of the story lol), Poemu is a quirky, fiery character with the right bit of tsundere, and a very soft side that she tries not to show, but ends up unconsciously showing to our main male character, which makes it even more wholesome to read. The just-right denial of her feelings is so... heck, it makes you want to hug the manga and the author, if he allows it, of course. OwO

Our main male character, Sakuradaimon Tougo, is probably one of the most refreshing male shoujo characters I have ever read. He's very much a dork - being a school prefect, he follows the school rules to a T, and is passionate about values such as discipline. Together with a large douse of obliviousness, Sakuradaimon is easily the exact polar opposite of beloved male shoujo characters, the one that would probably star as a comedic relief rather than a potential interest in typical shoujo mangas... but not this one hohoh. His refreshing straightforwardness - the way he easily says the things on his mind, and the utmost respect he has for our female character is so cool - reading it really makes you want to root for him. After a few chapters, his quirky personality really starts to grow on you, and he becomes an extremely endearing character, whilst at the same time being extremely badass in his own unique way. He really is a best boy. //w//

The side characters each have their own quirks - and I absolutely love how female characters have their own unique personality traits. For more information, you can go ahead and dive right into the series hehe. ;3

- Art: 4/5

As seen from the cover, you can probably realize that the art style is really different from most shoujo mangas... and it's so, so cute! You have Sakuradaimon's stiff movements that very much suit his personality, Poemu-chan's blush, all these details just further make this series an extremely fluffy read.

- Doki moments?

Oh yes... honestly, everything that Sakuradaimon says lol - his dialogue come out straight from a typical shoujo manga without him even realizing it, and the way he so honestly and earnestly says them is just... urghhhh, even I feel the dokis with Poemu //w//, that dodgeball scene ahhh, the end of the supplementary lessons episode AND Sakuradaimon visiting Poemu's house omg and dont let me get started on the real g - the volume 5 akhaksdgakjsdhg bruv it's so,,, fluffy,,,,, my kokoro bro

- Enjoyment: 4.25/5

Really great if you're looking for a very unique, light-hearted, funny, fluffy read c":

- Overall: 4 - 4.3/5

Again, I'll lower it for now because it's still ongoing, but it's definitely near a 4.3 for me. A joy to read, definitely.

- Read it or neh?

Oh yes, please read it. Doki approved. UwU

#manga review #shoujo #shoujo manga #manga #manga recommendation #manga recap #romance #the story between a dumb prefect and a high school girl with an inappropriate skirt length #shoujo recommendation #shoujo anime #anime #review #weeb stuff #fluff #my otp #otp #i ship it #i love these two #tsundere #otp feels

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i know you said youre not good at imagining crossovers so you dont have to answer this if you don't want to, but after the other anon i'm kinda curious how you think it'd go if griff got stuck with akira. cuz i feel like crybaby akira could be. interesting what with his weird hyper-empathy thing

lmao I actually did write a little aside about that combination first and then deleted it before posting. But that was basically something like: Griffith and Crybaby Akira might be a fun combination. Having a dude following him around and sobbing whenever Griffith feels feelings might make it a lot harder to stay repressed lol.

I guess specifically in the locked in a room scenario it could be one revealing feeling though. Griffith mentions something offhand about needing to get back to the Hawks or whatever and Akira senses a feeling and is like wait... why are you relieved? Because right now Griff is in a weird magic scenario entirely out of his control and he can't do anything to achieve his dream while locked in some room so it's like a little mental break, and the question is so weird and incisive that it prompts a little self reflection from Griff. Something like that.

Anyway thanks for asking, and I def don't mind answering as long as you don't mind pretty uncreative answers lol.

#i am probably taking the locked in a room scenario too literally lol when it's just a blank space way for characters #to interact but i can't help it if you're mysteriously locked in a room that's gonna factor into your behaviour #ask #not berserk #headcanons #character thoughts #anonymous #b #eta lol i just noticed the last ask didn't even say locked in a room it said thrown in a room and i just mentally added that for some reason #oh well it gives them something to interact about otherwise i wouldn't be able to come up with anything #crossover

[luffysbasement]

heyy messy, I decided to be lazy for one day, and then I remembered my fucking exams jdjsjsjwj

ANYWAYS, I wanna talk about the new one first. I love the change in art style, everything is so much more vibrant. (I love the other/past styles as well, it's my comfort style)

I always see the joke about taking everything that's yours and leave, and sometimes they're cringe, but I can just SEE Dream doing that, so there's that I guess. Also the way you made sure that Dream is looking down Down at George while they were arguing is so funny to me.

And the way I just Knew you were gonna pull that joke about being in his arse(who am I kidding, my head's always in the gutter)

Last thing, I fully support the Sapnap merch, it's on point, 100%

[1/2 I. Broke it in two because I rant too much]

oh god dont go failing classes now, well unless you dont mind then 🥴 but otherwise, i tell you its always option b. /hj

ngl i thought tumblr glitched for either of us and i lost your ask LMAO but turns out its just tommy lol

with the art style thingy, ive been having a dilemma over that but i think at this point i just have to accept that it changes so much and i should just use whatever suits the prompt im drawing 🥱 btw im glad to hear the other art style gives comfort! thats a nice way to describe it and i think im gonna be looking at it that way now :]

talking about dnf height difference i twted this already but i wanna put it here. dnf. perfect height for forehead kisses.... yes this is another tease for a wip.

im glad to hear you liked the cuddling one!! ive been having so much fun recently bc ive always wanted to draw more couples poses and that combined with the insatiable urge to keep drawing dnf lol it all works out uwu

#asks #♡♡♡ #btw i was joking about exams but good luck on those anon!!! #youll do well im manifesting it now #as motivation i wanna say the comic for tomorrow has more cuddles lol #ayo but wait you 'knew' i was gonna make an arse joke??? 🤨🤨🤨 #4k chckchck #lolol this really IS a long post i didnt even realize until after answering pfft #all good tho!

[infinites-chaser]

val’s mementos

(or: a working masterlist of my mlqc fics created mostly for my own sanity)

everything on this list has also been posted to my ao3!

currently accepting prompts from this prompt meme~

(while i will do my very best to fill every prompt with writing that i’m proud of pls keep in mind that some may take longer than others for any amount of reasons!)

Lucien

dark night fireworks- my first (published) mlqc fic <333 2nd person and entirely too pretentious (rumor has it even the author doesn’t really know what she was trying to convey except. n e u r o s c i e n c e and MEMORY is cool). slight spoilers for ch.16

watch the universe expand- a long, rambly attempt to explore lucien’s character and also evolutionary biology and evols told through excessive metaphor and bedtime stories. spoilers for lucien’s childhood and ch.13. im proud of this one ^^ though there is a lot of projection involved. also lucien is an enneagram five.

to dwell on- c: lucien and homes and him and mc being soft together that’s it <3 or in more coherent language some bittersweet fluff for lucien’s bday based on moments from his mini-house and his most recent bday karma + date. in hindsight i’ve realized i didn’t use his or MC’s name at all outside of dialogue LOL

king lear and other tragedies- a prompt for the librarian ask meme linked above! im p sure anon prompted me a month before i got around to actually writing an answer hndkslgj but. here we are. shakespeare and tragedies and parallels between characters and a lot of pretentious dialogue, meant to be an extension of/missing scene after lucien’s theater date. this only rly exists bc of a single line in the date mentioning the production being put on was king lear and i took that and ran for all it was worth

Gavin

just a summer thing- a short little scenario that manifested in my head one warm summer night when i should’ve been sleeping and my first foray into domestic!gavin territory <333 i’d say it’s probably one of my lightest fics, if not the lightest ahfksldg (also heavily inspired by the way @belovedstill writes gavin/mc pst basia’s fics are to die for)

under a golden sun- high school era gavin, MC and minor! originally intended for gavin’s bday except (1) i didn’t finish on time LOL and (2) the fic never mentions his bday oops. also in 2nd person though if you asked why i couldn’t tell you it just felt more right. ft. basketball and memories and a bit of bittersweet nostalgia. simultaneously has some of what i think is my weakest writing (in terms of pacing/consistent tone imo) and some of my favorite lines i’ve ever written for a gavin fic and i’ve come to appreciate it more over time bc of that c:

today, this is the whole universe (and that’s okay)- gavin, MC, and domestic, sleepy sundays. and a long ao3 title that’s it that’s the fic (narrator: and then, she never wrote anything purely fluffy ever again). heavily inspired by gavin’s sleepy morning asmr and that one clip of his cn voice actor playing/humming his theme (aka soft soft SOFTEST) also just. i said it already but all of my domestic!gavin is inspired by and exists thanks to the breathtaking writing of @belovedstill <333

in the wind- a semi(?)exploration of gavin’s wind but also just him loving mc bc that’s what he and his evol are all about. short and bittersweet <3 (if anyone’s keeping track i think this is where my writing starts to lean more on the uhhh descriptive side and becomes less dialogue-based? or i feel there’s a diff from this writing style compared to the earlier gavin fics (besides parts of under a golden sun) which is just interesting for me to think about but not relevant to the fic itself ahfklsdf) 

winter’s end- winter world!gavin and mc and a softer, more bittersweet reunion. m a j o r spoilers for ch.22 and what comes before. also gavin’s past. it hurt to write and apparently hurts to read b u t there’s a happy ending. i promise c:

sunrise to noon- a secret santa fic that ended up being less holiday related than I originally intended but like all things domestic and Gavin I think it works well as it is <3 just tender winter mornings and domesticity and the return of my fluff writing

Kiro

falling down the stairs of your smile- this was a prompt for the librarian prompt meme and doesn’t have an official title on the ask but here’s the title in all its long all-lowercase ao3 glory. basically the first few chapters from kiro’s perspective with slight spoilers from his past! kiro is such a joy to write and i love this a lot and im super glad i got the opportunity to write this (the waY i banged this out in one night when i got the ask askfsdkfksl)

[deleted by Key]- i have an idea and i’m s u p e r excited about it but no spoilers except this quote: ‘But that is how a tragedy like ours or King Lear breaks your heart— by making you believe that the ending might still be happy, until the very last minute.’- If We Were Villains, M.L. Rio.

Victor

Of Corgis and Christmas- a secret santa present for a victor stan that conjured some fluffy victor writing from my victor-less heart,,, a christmas miracle aND im lowkey proud of how it turned out but the highlights of the fic are Goldman and Cindy T-T they deserve more screentime and someday. i will write the subplot that got cut where Goldman sends Cindy embarrassing Victor stories to try to impress her and MC helps :>

spend my whole life searching- i combined 2 victor librarian asks from the librarian prompt meme above would u believe he's the only suitor I got twice 😔 this man is so popular and for what (only kidding ahdjdjs we just have a relationship of mutual disapproval dont mind me dragging him just a little i need to compensate for the appreciation I developed for him while writing this :>) this is similar to the kiro librarian fic in that it kinda gives vic's perspective on victor/MC's first in-game meeting with a healthy dose of and they were soulmates and angsty longing™ and also. victor is an enneagram one

Shaw

i started a few things a long time ago for him maybe someday i’ll finish them :’)

#val writes #mlqc #masterpost #i am allergic to capital letters and also giving proper summaries of any of my fics #i made the header instead of doing hw and it took an ungodly amount of time to look semi decent and. it still looks too yellow rn ahdjdjssk

[astoriaxx]

Random "niggling" thoughts

There are so many Harry x Hermione prompts here on tumblr that most of them have potential in becoming an amazing fic. Ngl, i've read tons of them, even those one shots.

Sighhh, and don't make me start with a lot of abandoned fics :(((

I've realized that I ship hermione to alot of men. Is it just me?

Im worried abt my wip fic on ffnet and i honestly don't know what to do with it now. I feel the... what do they call it?? Writer's block or was it something abt void where no inspiration or motivation perks you up to going back at it. smh, didnt explain that well didnt i?

Ive been reading a lot of dramione and harmione fics.. which is as always, a lovely past time..

I'm turning 21 this year... holy fck

I guess the reason why i feel stagnant recently with my works (ff, video editing) is bcs im insecure with how i create them.... FF: grammar, sentence structure, deep conversations, good character creation, descriptive war scenes that are hell'ova hard to describe huhu.. VE: flop

How to become an adequate writer if english isn't your first language??? Hmpf. I basically know very few words that are considered "deep"

Oh! my bday is on May 1st.

I'm interested in sewing diy dresses. And im unsure if my parents will support this possible new hobby of mine.. (nope i dont have a single clue abt sewing machines)

Is there an existing dramione discord?

I love dramione and harmione ship... drarry is my secret.. ehe

Hence, dramionarry.

I can't choose between these three ships, so i combined them all. :P

I HAVEN'T GIVEN UP ON MY HARMIONE FIC YET, SO IF ANYONE OF YOU ARE WILLING TO BETA MY WORK PLEASEEE HELP ME :((( I want to know what i shld work on and if im doing it correctly. Lol.

I have a prompt in mind.... hmmm... and its all abt dramione and a baby harry—time travel fic perhaps?? They rescue little potter from the past then... imma write it later instead...

Wow, this is embarrassing i basically encoded all of my thoughts here.. lol

#weird #random #thoughts #uhh help? #lol #fanfic #hp fanfic #hermione granger #dramione #harmione #harmony #harry x hermione #me #hello #smh #this is embarassing tbh #uhm hi

[cassyapper]

i wish to hear more about part 5 avdol 👀

OMG I WOULD LOVE TO THANK U FOR GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO KIND PERSON

i genuinely think avdol would become a good mentor figure for everyone in the buccigang, including and not limited to bruno and abbacchio. giorno and him are probably closest tho,,,but i also do like the idea of fugo and avdol being close cause i like to think fugo reminds avdol of himself when he was younger (this is more headcanony than canon stuff tho)

as for actual plot stuff and how avdol would affect it;;;;;; due to avdol’s competence, no one dies <3 sorry araki but nara bruno and abbacchio are alive now. I'm still trying to work out the details regarding how he could prevent bruno’s death tho. maybe bruno will still have to die but I'm thinking about it

ALSO bc of avdol’s influence i think fugo would hum and haw over if he should go with the bucci gang some more. i dont think he actually will tag along completely, BUT he doesnt just leave he just does some sniffing around from the inside. they’ll meet up again later rather than fugo tagging along from the beginning. like fugo is like “yall r crazy. let me do sum research and ill get back to you” and maybe fugo finds polnareff that way (lmfao could u imagine. pol gets kakyoin flashbacks)

lots of kakyoin flashbacks actually. this would really be a bone breaker if this is an au where kakyoin is still dead

ANYWAY. since I'm still not sure abt the details of avdol’s impact on the PLOT, lemme get into character dynamics

giorno: big mentor figure, probably steals some (a lot) of bruno’s thunder in this regard. giorno just rlly respects him and avdol acknowledges giorno is a very hardworking kiddo (which giorno appreciates). i imagine he grows very fond of him throughout the events of va. idk if it would ever cross the line of mentor-protegee to father-son but regardless they're rlly close and giorno values his opinions a lot when he becomes the don even tho avdol says he doesnt wanna be involved in mafia business (and he doesnt but he cares more about the well being of his kids ie the buccigang than staying away from organized crime)

fugo: fugo is like a crazy thrashing dog that is going insane and yet never turns to nip at its owner who is holding it back (in this case that is avdol). yea i imagine avdol and fugo have a good relationship Eventually but it takes fugo some time understandably to accept/warm up to it cause of his issues with authority figures and how they've done him dirty before. avdol is nothing if not a patient man tho and i imagine fugo eventually comes to rlly trust him which is why he decides to squirrel around to get buccigang some info on the inside of the gang rather than disembark completely

narancia: nara would be as hostile as he can be at first i feel like cause he might think avdol is trying to replace bruno but once he learns avdol is a) not in the gang and will never be in the gang he’s not trying to take anyone’s position and b) sees BRUNO warm up 2 avdol, he accepts him very fast. it’s like a switch flipped it’s v sudden and intense change in demeanor. avdol is kinda surprised but like he’ll take it. avdol thinks nara is very funny and he helps him out w schooling when fugo is gone. avdol also listens to nara’s music w him and gives him recommendations which narancia is SUPER HAPPY ABT cause no one was willing to talk music with him before (indulge him and let HIM talk abt it yes, but never respond in turn and have a conversation before). nara loves avdol and avdol loves him in return. fun family (:

mista: hmm i cant see mista and avdol being suuuper close?? at least not at first but they def get along. but when avdol gets comfortable enough w the buccigang to do his funky fun smartass stuff sometimes (like how he was during the judgement fight) mista and him get a LOT closer. mista thinks avdol is the funniest man on the planet and they can have good talks. avdol is a good person to think out loud with which i think mista kinda needs. also I'm sure avdol is enamored with the sex pistols. not many stands can even talk yet these lil guys have outright personalities of their own. avdol joins mista during feeding time just cause he’s rlly intrigued by these lil guys. mista was a little weirded out at first but since warming up to avdol he doesnt mind (:

trish: HIS DAUGHTER NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!! he’s got the age, he’s got the kindness, he’s got the patience, he’s got the respect, HE!!!!!! IS. HER DAD NOW. avdol might've laid the sympathy on a little too thick when they first met so trish might not have liked him much at first, but he notices she’s rlly stressed out and talks her thro it/lets her speak her mind which is rlly nice. trish hasn't ever had anyone prompt her to lose her shit before helping her to piece back together again but tis nice. when trish is supposed to be dropped off with diavolo, she actually hugs avdol (: also when trish awakens spice girls u BET avdol is rooting her on and helping her get more comfortable w her stand. avdol is thinks spice girls is rlly fuckin cool and combined w spice girls and avdol’s guidance, trish actually gets rlly handy at using her stand. pls imagine magician’s red and spice girls just chilling. thanks. anyway if avdol were to legally adopt ANYONE in the buccigang it would be trish. trish lives w him after va

abbacchio: i don't think avdol and abbacchio would be besties but bruno trusts him and narancia likes him so i think abbacchio wouldn't hate him despite them first meeting bc of giorno lolol. so like they're civil but i cant imagine their interactions getting warmer until after avdol tags along when they split up from the gang. abbacchio is like “why tf r u even still here” and avdol is like “YOURE the oldest here and ur only 21 u need an actual adult. no but i just wanna watch over the kids and make sure they're safe” abbacchio respects that. also avdol encouraging trish to train w spice girls is why trish is able to keep abbacchio from getting a fist through the torso (she makes him rubbery as spice girls can do so he can withstand the punch king crimson gives him) and he's kinda grateful bc of that to both abbacchio And trish. uhh yeah. lol. also avdol has good taste in wine which abbacchio can respect

bruno: FINALLY the man himself. for a long time he is just politely friendly towards avdol cause idk if bruno would know how to deal w someone who would be more likely to be a mentor to Him rather than vice versa but as avdol and him spend more time together and watch over the kiddos and abbacchio together they get more comfortable. idk if they’d ever get close close but bruno can rely on avdol and he does during the final fight. when they come out victorious bruno kinda promises him he’ll always have a home in italy if he needs anywhere to rest it’d be sweet (: avdol in turn would say if ur ever in egypt just ask around and u’ll find me

anyway uhhhhh yeah. i hope u enjoyed reading all this fjkdnjc;n i just think. avdol is very loveable and very cool and he would've added a lot to part 5 in my opinion,,,,

#cass cries #jjba #jojo spoilers #vento aureo spoilers #golden wind spoilers #this got LONG SORRY #Anonymous

[bqstqnbruin]

Hmmmm are you still taking requests? Yes? No? For me pleaseeee?? 😁 (don't mind me I need more sleep lol)

Please don't hate me for this but... pick any prompt you want to write..for Jake debrusk (👈 is your fault..I dont even like the bruins lol)

Congrats on 700! You deserve it 😁😘

Ugh LOVE you so much you tags always make me smile

Don’t get mad at me but someone requested prompt 23 and said pick the boy, so I made my life a little easier and combined the two

23. It’s cold today. 

happy blurb weekend :)

Winter is by far the superior season in your opinion. You felt most confident when you were wearing cute layers. The best fashion was winter fashion and no one could tell you otherwise. The best food came during the winter: hot chocolate, warm, homemade soups, the holiday cookies in December. And then there was the snow. The white frozen water that fell from the sky, blanketing the city, canceling everything, was the best thing in your opinion. 

The first snowfall of the year had you bouncing up and down like a child by the window, Jake watching you from the couch in amazement that someone could actually like the cold as much as you did. 

“Can we please go to the Commons and have fun in the snow?” you ask him, throwing yourself on the couch next to him, causing him to spill some of his water on his chest. 

“Ah, babe,” he whines, putting his glass on the table. “It’s cold today.” 

“Yeah, and? It’s New England. We only have two seasons: winter and August, and it’s not August. Can we please, please, please go play in the snow?” 

He groans, clearly not thrilled with the idea. You flash him your puppy dog face, knowing that he will say yes to anything you ask of him when you give it to him. “Fine,” he groans, pulling you up off the couch to go put on the proper attire, “But you owe me big time.” 

“I will do anything you want for the rest of the night if we can go be idiots in the snow for a few hours,” you tell him, dragging him to your bedroom.

“I’m holding you to it.” 

You drag him to the Boston Common, finding it already covered with people having snowball fights, making snow angels, building snowmen. You take his hand in yours, kissing his cheek before dragging him directly into the snow. “I love you so much for this.” 

The two of you start building a snowman, the perfect sculpture that you top off with Jake’s hat from the Winter Classic a few years back. He takes a picture of you, your cheek almost touched the cold snow, lips pursed and your eyes closed, captioning it ‘ice, ice baby,’ knowing that the guys would flood the comments with chirps. He posts the photo, putting his phone in his pocket. He smiles at you, biting his bottom lip as he slowly walks toward you, one of his hands behind his back. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, backing away from him.

Without a word, he launches a snowball at you, hitting you directly in the face. You shriek, gathering up snow to fire back at him, starting a mini snowball fight between the two of you. He lifts you up off the ground, spinning you around before bringing you back down to kiss you, his lips warm against your now frozen skin. 

“Thanks for amusing me.”

“Thanks for making me come outside.”

#jake debrusk #jake debrusk imagines #boston bruins #boston bruins imagines #bruins #bruins imagines #nhl #nhl imagines #hockey #hockey imagines #hey don resign our himbo

[inklingofadream]

I'm constantly impressed by how quickly you manage to write while also juggling class work, how do you do that?

(Also good luck with class this semester!! <3)

so i think part of it is prolly that writing’s always come easy to me, and its the Gifted Kid™ trait that’s stuck with me into adulthood, so when I actually sit down to Do The Writing it goes p fast and is usually decent enough that it needs minimal edits. like, most of my Terrible Baby Writing got out of my system in my embarrassing elementary school endeavors (and then everything was great forever, she says, shoving the earliest stuff on her ao3 under the rug). i’m always writing, either fic or original stuff or journalling or for school- my major is a double in english and history, arugably the writingest possible majors.

the second thing is that i’ve been high key hyperfixated on tma for over a year, and fixation fuels the writing machine

a lot of what could be called ~writing process~ seems to go quickly bc its worked into my day- probably 80-90% of my non-prompt plot ideas are things i came up with having not-quite-woken-up just before my alarm or as i’m falling to sleep, and that’s when i’m most successful at coming up with plot solutions. that’s also when i tend to come up with Great prose, but i almost never remember to write it down 😔

on the class end, honestly... at this point some of it is the deliberate decision to Step Off and be ok with not-stellar grades. especially for professors i dislike or think are unreasonable lol, i have one with this INSANELY complicated contract grading system, whose A would require more reading and writing than my history capstone and the class that’s half grad students combined, so i’m just Gonna Have A B in that class. I’m also very very good at getting either other class work or fic stuff (or whatever i was hyperfixating on, i did take my whole bobbin lace rig to class more than once) done during class. Back In The Day, this meant having a writing notebook in with my class notebooks, and pulling up assignment briefs just before class started, jotting down the deets, and starting it on my note paper- in college no one cares, but even k-12 teachers never catch this one because it just looks like you were writing notes, the only time i’ve ever gotten told to put that away is when it’s obviously a worksheet. now, in the After Times, this has escalated to pulling up my document during lectures. and other things, sometimes a professor makes you very angry and you have to have a jigsaw puzzle just off camera!

the last thing, which i’m attributing to both fic and class success, is The Whiteboard, which is like 3x4 feet and hangs above my bed. Right now, it has notes for upcoming chapters of ttab and a checklist of all the prompts i’ve gotten since christmas. it’s also where i outline essays, especially bibliography stuff. i have a zillion different colors of expo marker, and i write out all the works im citing in a different color, and then use a source’s assigned color to put notations of page numbers or ideas under the sections of the essay outline. could i do this in a word document, probably easier, and not have to type out the bibliography again at the end? yeah, but the manual way works better for me, and also i don’t mind typing the bib out multiple times bc i find it relaxing (listen im love my style guide). arguably, half of my brain is at all times with my mom (its ok i have half of hers too we are incomprehensible but between us we usually dont forget anything important) and a third of it is on the whiteboard. i just 1/6 hangin around here in my skull, vibin

you probably didn’t expect A Novel, but i am going to end with the caveat that I’m super productive right now! but i also didn’t write... almost at all, from around 8th or 9th grade to my 2nd or 3rd year in college. sometimes school’s too much, or you’re burnt out, or (probably the main cause in my case lol) you’re dealing with untreated mental illness. you’ll finish school, or have rested long enough, or find a treatment/coping method that works, and it’ll come back 🥰

#asks #ffwf #this is so Long im sorry #writing #mine #suttttton

[hollowtreesinhollowwoods]

An Invitation

CW: mentions of depression, some mild language like... once, but just so you know uwu

It had been a while since anyone had seen B. They hadn’t come to anything in the past two weeks. Not to lunches, not to parties, not to walks, not video calls--or heck, even just phone calls. They were “busy”, they said. 

But A didn’t believe it.

B was a people person. They’d always been a people person. If they had homework to do, they’d arrange a study session with C. C had to reassure A several times that they hadn’t done anything like that in the past two weeks. B’s work life was practically flourishing. They had a huge following and art prints on sale that were sure to sustain them for a while, though they made new ones even still. The latest were even more complicated and beautiful than the ones before, which prompted A to wonder if they’d just become more passionate about their work, but... No matter how many excuses A came up with in their head, something about this didn’t feel right. B had always been a people person.

What had changed?

Staring down at a single message on their phone’s lock screen, A frowned. 

B: sorry still busy cant call rn 

So they’d been so busy they didn’t have time to talk, taken time to see the phone call, opened up messages and sent that? What if B was just in the bathroom? A’s thoughts argued. What if they’re piled with so much work they’re drowning in it and you’re here begging for the precious time they have free?

A opened up messages, typing and deleting and re-typing messages. This wasn’t like B. They finally settled on something.

A: Still busy?

B: yes sorry

        A shifted uncomfortably, wondering how to articulate... then deciding.

A: Can you call me?

A: Even for like five minutes? You’re really worrying me.

B: sorry I really wish I could

A: Fine then. I’ll come over.

B: what? no its okay

B is typing...

B: really lol tbh it’s kept me from getting bored

A is typing...

A: We haven’t seen you in two weeks. I’m gonna bring over food, kay? How about sushi?

B: seriously dont I’ll feel bad A >:P

A’s frown deepened. B had a seriously hard time turning down their favorite food.

A: That settles it.

B is typing...

They powered off their phone, slipping it into their pocket, and grabbing their car keys as they slipped out the door. A was prepared for whatever welcoming they’d receive when they got there. Maybe an annoyed but overly grateful B piled high with commissions or homework or a home project that A had misinterpreted. They doubted that was what they would find, but their mind had no clear picture of what they really thought was going on, other than that it was bad.

They sighed, sitting down in the driver’s seat and starting the engine.

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“B?” A walked in through the garage door. They’d become good enough friends that they knew each other’s combinations, so they’d often come to visit out of the blue... at least, before this.

A didn’t receive any response as they walked in, though. They advanced. “B? You alright? I brought the sushi--” they walked into the kitchen to set it down for a minute, but stopped short in shock. The dishes were nearly overflowing both sides of the sink. Empty cereal boxes and chip bags were stuffed forcefully into the garbage, which itself was in need of emptying. Soggy towels were scattered throughout the area.

In short, the place was a mess.

A turned uneasily towards the hall. On one side was the bathroom, and on the other was their room. A heard a strange noise, and it took them a minute to recognize it as a sniffle. A set the food carefully down beside the door and hurried in.

They nearly tripped over a pile of laundry as they did so. Stumbling to regain their balance, A sniffed, wrinkling their nose. The room smelled musty, like the door had hardly been opened. Laundry piled high in the room, paper plates and plastic utensils sat at the end of their desk, soda cans sat between books and pencils, a single plate of half-eaten pie sat beside their laptop, and B sat in the middle of it all. For a second, their puffy, red, tear-stained face drifted over to look at A’s, but they turned away, silent.

“B, what’s wrong?” A came forward, bewildered. Why didn’t I come sooner? Why didn’t I realize something was up?

B didn’t answer, only turned further away from them, but not before A could see their eyes brim with tears. They took a careful breath through their mouth.

A turned their chair around, taking their shoulders. “B, what the hell happened?”

B couldn’t look them in the eyes. Tears were rolling down their face, their mouth pressed shut, and an involuntary whimper slipped out. They sniffled again, blinking rapidly.

“Please? Please tell me, B... If there’s anything I can do to help...” A felt their own eyes sting, their heart aching from the hurt that B hadn’t told them about this before. Were they a bad friend?

“But it’s stupid,” B rubbed their eyes, shaking their head as their voice trembled. “It’s such a stupid thing... It doesn’t even matter but I’m--”

“B,” A got down on their knees. “It matters to me.”

B sniffled again, grabbing some tissues and wiping their eyes as a sob slipped out. “I just... my dog... yesterday...”

“X? Did he get lost?” A asked. “I can help you--”

“They had to put him down.”

A paused. They thought for a moment. It wasn’t a silly thing, but it definitely wasn’t what they’d expected. B had gotten X a long time ago to help with depression. A hadn’t noticed the absence, but now that B pointed it out, their heart fell. A had never owned any pets, so they had no way of knowing, but...

“I told you it was stupid... I... it’s just he... I’ve had X so long I forgot what it was like being so... like not having... having...” they let out another sob, wiping their eyes feebly with a tissue. “It’s like... losing your best friend... and then you wish you didn’t take the-them for granted and-and you-ou feel so--”

Alone. A knew what that felt like.

B was interrupted as A pulled them up into a hug, wrapping them up tightly and stroking their back with one arm. For a second, B just stood there, but then they crumbled, sobbing into A’s shoulder. When they finally pulled away, A led them out of their room, picking up the food and handing it to B.

“You sit and eat that,” B said, leading them to the couch. “I got the dragon roll... hope that’s still your favorite,” they said, wiping their own tears away and taking a deep breath. “I’m gonna tidy up.”

“A, you don’t have to do my chores--”

“B, I want to help. And you need it. Now you sit and eat and don’t worry about a thing. I’ll make you some tea, too. You want some tea?”

B sniffled, but offered a small nod after a moment.

“Alright,” A said, smiling and nodding back.

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“B, you know I’d move mountains if it meant it would make you feel better?” A said, pulling them closer. They wiped a tear from their face with their thumb. The sound of the dish washer and the laundry machine formed a rhythm, and the room was chilly from the windows A had opened to get fresh air flowing.

B didn’t respond at first, merely sipping their raspberry tea and sniffling again.

A lightly squeezed B’s shoulder, and they looked up. After a minute, they responded reluctantly, their eyes looking down at the floor. “...mhm...”

“Like... I don’t know, just seeing you every day or getting to see you smile just makes me happy. It makes me so happy when I help you. So please don’t feel guilty for it. You deserve attention and help, too,” A said.

After a long moment, B uttered in a small voice, “...Okay.”

B set their tea down on the table, sighing and resting their head on A’s shoulder. Then, within minutes, they’d slipped off. A laid B’s head carefully on their lap and sighed, stroking their hair and fixing their blanket, dabbing their face gently with a tissue to wipe off the tear tracks.

A listened to their gentle breaths, which occasionally shuddered, then leaned down and planted a chaste kiss on their forehead.

#vent writing #a and b #whump? #drabble #a & b #I do be procrastinating over here lol #who needs good grades I have a whumblr #can we call them whumblrs now...? like tumblr whump accounts? #idk just a thought hidden in the hashtags #fric my spotify ads I don't wanna go to disney world #or fred meyer jewlers #or the state farm s o ng s #author might have maybe cried while writing this maybe uhh-

[sapphicscholar]

Welcome to the first chapter of new material! I combined a couple of prompts for this longer piece. Prompt 1: Can you write some director sanvers hurt/comfort, centered around alex? I dont have anything specific in mind i've just been craving some director sanvers and hurt/comfort lol Prompt 2: Director Sanvers for #29. “I thought you were dead.” Prompt 3: One word prompt for director sanvers (preferably angst hehe): Hospital A/N: Ah, it seems my tendency to turn what could be angsty word/quote prompts into something light has been found out and preempted this time! If angst is what you want, angst is what you shall get… Though, ya know, it's me...so you're still getting a happy ending. Chapter Text Alex didn’t do sick days. She had expectations to (fail to) meet, a sister to save, and a planet to protect. Sick days were simply a luxury she couldn’t afford. So she did all that she could to avoid getting sick in the first place—keeping her distance from anyone who seemed particularly germy, taking her vitamins, getting plenty of exercise and sometimes enough sleep. And when that wasn’t enough, she powered through. She brushed aside colds and sinus infections, tossing back decongestants and cough suppressants until she could function properly. She ignored flus and fevers with advil and orange juice. When she absolutely couldn’t avoid it, she would get herself antibiotics and ignore the instructions about staying home to rest for at least 48 hours. So when she woke up, feverish and dizzy and so very cold, she thought nothing of grabbing two advil and following them up with a large glass of water and a piece of toast—all she could stomach. She threw on her warmest hoodie—one Kara had picked up for her back at Stanford—even though it was sunny and warm outside, and she dragged herself down to the DEO before Maggie and Lucy could get up and insist that she stay in bed. After all, they had a new alien in containment, and the tests weren’t going to run themselves. She’d been part of the mission yesterday to subdue and contain him, and she knew exactly what he was capable of, knew that they needed to find out any information about him as soon as possible. It had been quite some time since an alien out there was strong enough to nearly blow out Kara’s powers, and this one had come damn close—too close for Alex’s liking. Alex assumed that, like her sister, she was just feeling the exhaustion, the deep-seated fatigue that had crept into her muscles and joints after they finally got back. Alex trudged through the front doors and made her way back to her lab, grateful that it was too early for anyone to try to engage her in conversation. When she got in, she basically collapsed into her chair, letting her bag fall to the floor as she dropped her head into her hands. She just needed a couple of minutes for everything to kick in, she reasoned, then she’d be fine. --- Lucy was disappointed, though unsurprised, to find that Alex had already taken off for work by the time she woke up. It was so like her to drag herself out of bed at the crack of dawn whenever Kara came even close to getting hurt. She was just glad that Alex hadn’t seemed too distraught this time, hadn’t seemed to be blaming herself for Kara’s injuries (at least not yet). “Wake up,” Lucy rasped, her voice gravelly and thick with sleep. “Wha—?” Maggie startled, cracking one eye open. “Alex is already gone, and I don’t want to eat breakfast alone.” “You know Thursdays I get to go in an hour late, right?” “Yeah…but I also know you love me,” Lucy added with a wide grin. “Not right now,” Maggie grumbled. “That’s fake news. I’m gonna go put some eggs on for both of us. I expect to see your shining face in the kitchen soon!” Maggie continued whining even as she dragged herself out of bed and to the bathroom, then finally stumbled into the kitchen at the smell of toast and eggs cooking. “Smells good.” “That’s because I’m cooking,” Lucy snarked. “Excuse me, my cooking smells amazing.” “Not when you do breakfast, Ms. ‘double-toasted, dry bagels are the best thing ever!’” “They’re so crunchy.” “Crunchy isn’t a flavor.” “Agree to disagree,” Maggie hummed, finally getting her first mug of coffee. “Did you happen to notice when Alex left?” Lucy asked, not bothering to engage anymore in the great bagel debate. Maggie shook her head. “After those last couple nights of overtime, I think I was dead to the world,” she laughed. “Yeah, I was pretty tired too. Normally she just says something before she leaves.” “Eh, didn’t she say there was a new alien in containment?” “Yeah,” Lucy conceded. “Then you know her; of course she had to be the first one in today to run all of her tests and make sure he wasn’t going to pose some threat to Kara.” “I know, I know. You know I worry.” “We all worry about each other, but I’m sure she’s fine,” Maggie reassured Lucy, kissing her forehead. Lucy seemed to relax a little until she caught sight of the time and began rushing to get ready for work....(Continued on AO3)

#director sanvers #alex x maggie x lucy #angst #hurt/comfort #alex danvers #maggie sawyer #lucy lane #fanfic #prompt fill #ao3feed #supergirl

[poorcap]

Hours of Freedom (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

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Summary: After a long night of filming, the three of you, Chris, Sebastian, and yourself, retire to your hotel room for some beers and shitty movies. Though one of the boys has had their eyes on you since the first day on set. 

Word Count: 2038

Warning(s): implied sexual interactions, i think there is some cursing?

A/N: sorry for the extremely long wait lol. also i dont do threeways because i personally find them uncomfortable and awkward (just my own preference) so i hope it’s okay i picked one of the suggested men

Prompt: Could i get a Sebastian stan x chris evans x reader smut where reader is apart of thw civil war movie and after filming they all hang out in readers hotel room then one thing leads to another? Thanks xx - itsforeveralyssaa

“You know,” You said, the cool glass of the bottle in your hand resting ever so slightly against your lip, “Our call time is six tomorrow morning.”

The bed vibrated with the laughter of the man perched beside you at the end of your hotel room bed.

“Please,” Sebastian chuckled, some syllables the slightest bit slurred, the cause being the four empty bottles littering the floor and the fifth in his hand. His free one clamped down on your shoulder, tugging you in closer to his side as a sloppy grin brightened his face. “Welcome to the Marvel Cinematic Universe, (Y/N). You’ll figure it out soon enough. How to get completely trashed at night and still manage to get the job done and well in the morning. It’s tradition. Right, Evans?”

Chris rolled his eyes, adjusting his position on the floor so that he could crane his neck back and look at you two on the bed while he was banished to the floor. “Tradition for you, maybe.” He laughed a bit beneath his breath before taking a swig of his third beer. “But also nothing coffee can’t fix.”

You tipped your own third bottle, though of a cider since beer wasn’t your style, in Chris’s direction with a brilliant smile mirroring Sebastian’s coming to your lips. “Very true. I suppose I have a lot to learn before I’m officially an Avenger after this movie.”

“Sure do. Especially since then you’ll be filming all night with us, rather than getting all nice and cozy in your hotel room watching cheesy romcoms.” Sebastian’s eyebrow quirked up, his hand falling from your shoulder. If you weren’t so buzzed, you could have sworn that the corners of his lips curved into some devious smirk, though you couldn’t quite grasp what he could possibly be hinting at.

Chris slumped back against the bed as his attention turned back to whatever mess was displayed across the TV screen, shaking his head. “We got lucky that we didn’t have any of those super long scenes today. Tonight might be the last free,” He paused to look at his watch, and you could see his lips moving slightly as he counted the hours since they’d been released from set, “Eight hours we have after filming. Which should have been for sleep, but…” He shrugged, taking a drink. “Better for bonding.”

You grinned and leaned forward, legs crossed beneath you, and ruffled his hair. “Well, thanks. Glad you’d sacrifice sleep to hang out with your new love interest on screen and best friend off. Means a lot.”

Chris blindly swatted at your hand with a laugh and tried to focus on the movie while Sebastian grew oddly quiet beside you, seemingly soaking into the cliche romance on the screen as well. Leaning back on your hand, other curled around the bottle of cider, you took a swig and attempted to watch Kate Hudson pretend to fall in love with Matthew McConaughey for the sake of an article.

For the first half of the movie, the three of you had been joking around, making fun of cheesy scripts and unrealistic standards in relationships and all that. But now, it seemed, with the clock on the nightstand reading three in the morning, the mixture of booze and exhaustion zeroed in everyone’s focus on the last half of the movie. And somehow, you really did find yourself absorbed in the story, changing your position so you were laying on your stomach, chin propped in your hand and drink set on the floor. As Matthew McConaughey leaned down in front of Kate Hudson in the bathroom of his parents’ home, ready to kiss her, you felt yourself pining for their lips to touch, for them to admit to each other that they were really in love. Then you felt weight beside you shift as Sebastian mirrored your position. And then as he leaned towards you to whisper in your ear.

“Wish that was us.”

Despite the alcohol in your veins, every nerve in your body went from numb to electric and on fire, on high alert. Your eyes pulled from the screen to meet the blue eyed, stubbly man lying next to you, and you murmured back, unsure you heard right. “You wish that was us?”

Sebastian laughed quietly, seemingly trying to avoid disturbing Chris on the floor and rise any attention to the two of you. Shifting his weight, he gently knocked his shoulder into yours, playful, flirtatious. “Mmhmm.”

You blinked in shock, blinking through the numbness in your mind, the brush of his touch sparking in your veins. “Are you drunk-confessing your love for me?”

Sebastian’s eyelids drooped, peering at you through his eyelashes as he leaned in closer. “Not that drunk. But I have wanted to kiss you since the first day on set, been kinda jealous of Evans that he’s already gotten to.”

Blame it on the alcohol. Or blame it on the words coming out of his mouth. But either way, there were no words of your own that you could muster of your own. Your jaw dropped, mouth opening and closing, but no words came from your lips.

So Sebastian took it upon himself to take the answer he wanted from them.

Softly, gently, much more precise than you imagined given the five beers in him, his lips met yours, kissing you, testing the waters. But your body responded. Heart thudding in your ears, your lips molded to his as your eyes fluttered shut. The angle was awkward, uncomfortable, but with everything swimming in your head, as his kiss made you drunker than you already were, it didn’t matter. His lips tasted like beer mixed with the hard apple cider on your own, but he pulled away too soon for you to fully enjoy the combination.

“Why couldn’t they make you my love interest?” He groaned quietly, which made you grin, slightly dizzy as you turned over and laid on your back to get a better look at him. And better reach.

Your hands slid up to either side of his neck, still in wonder how this was happening, that it was happening at all, but you weren’t about to stop it, realizing that the pull to him you’d felt since seeing him the first time during the script readthrough wasn’t just your imagination. He took the gesture as encouragement, adjusting to his side, slinging one arm over you, and leaning down closer to your lips once more.

“I don’t want Bucky as my character’s love interest. This is better because then I get you. No character restraints. Just pure, unadulterated—”

His lips interrupted, unable to help himself, knowing where you were going, knowing you were right. He wanted you. Not your character. Not the fake person created in some office with a bunch of screenwriters sitting around behind their computers. You.

And you wanted him. More and more with each passing second.

His hands found the curves of your waist and sculpted to them, gripping in the slightest, as your own worked their way into his hair. Both of your lips were hungry for the other’s, the kisses getting more and more desperate, heated, the precision from the first dying away as lust replaced tentativeness. Sebastian’s tongue brushed your lower lip, and there was no hesitation when you parted your lips to invite him in, eagerly meeting him with your own tongue. Your heartbeat raced, and you could feel your face beginning to flush with heat as the intensity grew, but you didn’t want it to end, you wanted more. You grasped at his hair, tugging ever so slightly, arching your back to press into him as he shifted more on top of you, nudging a knee between your legs. And as soon as that space was widened you could feel the heat pooling into your stomach, down into—

“Oh my god,” Chris’s voice broke the moment, finally having realized that the sounds of people making out were no longer coming from the television screen but from the two buzzed idiots behind him that were close to ripping each other’s clothes off right then and there.

The two of you broke apart, and with reddened faces, you stared at Sebastian, frozen, as he looked up to meet the eyes of your other co-star, who was now scrambling to his feet, blinking in surprise at what he had somehow managed to witness while being in the same room.

“Um.” Sebastian cleared his throat, quickly glancing down at you, trying not to chuckle, but Chris beat him before he could actually say anything.

“Don’t, uh,” He ran his hand through his hair before holding out, almost in defense, “I’ll go. You guys clearly need these last few hours of freedom before call time to yourselves,” He said, cracking a, albeit, somewhat nervous, smile before moving to the door.

“Thank you!” Sebastian called after him, which completely broke you down, laughing as the door clicked shut, and the two of you were finally alone. His lips erupted into a brilliant, cunning smirk as his attention returned to you once more, and he lifted a hand to brush some messy hair out of your face. “Not sure how you feel about cliches, but where were we?”

You rolled your eyes, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and tugged him close enough to where your lips were just barely touching. “I’ll show you.”

Collectively, there was maybe an hour of sleep between you and Sebastian. It had been a long night. And not for the bad reasons.

Begrudgingly, you opened your eyes to the sunlight beginning to peek in through the blinds, your vision blurry as you struggled to focus on the red numbers blaring on the alarm clock. 5:03. You rolled back onto your back, rubbing your eyes, as the sheets threatening to slip beneath your bare chest. The body beside you stirred, a cool hand sneaking up over your stomach and resting there, sending a chill through your body, and yet another when his warm breath fanned across your neck (where, inevitably, there were some questionable bruises that you hoped you wouldn’t have to explain to the makeup crew).

“Mmm, morning, darlin’,” Sebastian murmured with a gentle press of his lips to your skin.

You breathed out a tired laugh that quickly turned into a yawn, one hand seeking his and resting over it on your stomach. “Mm.” Your eyes closed once more, soaking in the moment. “Morning.”

“Last night was…”

“Shh.” You cut him off, turning in his grasp and pressing your bare body to his own, now very familiar one. “You don’t have to say that. There will be more.”

You felt him chuckle as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck. “Good. Though next time, I promise to take you out on a proper date.” His lips brushed the top of your forehead. “Even if all we have time for is some room service at three in the morning.”

Another laugh tumbled past your lips, curling more into him. “Sounds like a plan.”

Before the two of you could settle back into each other, the phones on either side of the bed buzzed on their respective nightstands. Groaning, you pulled apart and individually read the message from Chris in the group text.

Is it safe to bring you guys breakfast before call time?

You met Sebastian’s eyes and tried to force down the blush rising in your cheeks without much success. Meanwhile, he could only smirk.

“What should we tell him?” Sebastian grinned, leaning over to press his lips to your cheek before looking back at his phone.

You shook your head and set your phone aside, attention returning to the naked man in your hotel bed. You weren’t ready to go to work. Not yet. Not without…

His attention was on the screen, but you could tell he was watching you from the corner of his eye, especially when you inched closer to him, lips pressing to his shoulder, then to his neck before you whispered. “Tell him we’ll see him there.”

Sebastian’s phone would have hit the wall had he tossed it aside any faster.

#itsforeveralyssaa #sebastian stan x reader #sebby #sebastian stan #reader #insert fic #marvel fic #smut #hotel sex #civil war filming

[extraplanaire-blog]

BODY SLAMS IN HERE so the group chat was lit, we’re ridiculous and that brings us to THE ESSAY I WROTE A LONG TIME AGO NEVER POSTED AND REWROTE NOW for your edification and also because i will never get over how good and great the jolly duo teamwork is

JOLLY DUO IS A GOOD DUO STRATEGICALLY, A CITED ESSAY

Okay, let’s start this with the topic of ‘the jolly duo is an ideal combination, especially considering alternatives, and per canon is probably the strongest duo that the guild has’.

The last point is pretty easy to prove, actually-- The guild seems to work in duos frequently, with Twain and Fitzgerald teaming up (Twain covering the things Fitz can’t or that Fitz deems security risks re. Atsushi escaping), Fitzgerald and Alcott being the usual combination (power and strategy), Hawthorne and Mitchell (two people with similar abilities, kind of, in a master-apprentice relationship), and John and Lovecraft (A constant duo that, unlike the others, has absolutely no rank imbalance, they’re both fellowcraft).

The reason they’re paired together and not in the Hawmitch situation of a fellowcraft taking an apprentice is because clearly they work really well together. They’re the two that Fitzgerald sends on missions directly into Yokohama, to challenge the agency head-on, and Fitzgerald even says that “with abilities like yours, even if [attacking the secretaries] is a trap, you’ll be able to take care of it”. With that, it’s given that Fitzgerald places a high amount of faith in them, they’re very powerful for what the guild has, and they are expressly designed to be a team. They were never split up for the sake of apprenticeships, and they’re sent to do the most overtly offensive missions that the Guild sets out on (Q’s doll, the secretaries).

Fitzgerald and the Guild treat the jolly duo as a juggernaut, and that’s what they are.

They’re a team that’s designed to cover all of the guild’s bases, as much as possible. They’re not necessarily deadly, but they’re more than ready to become such, while at the same time they’re not limited to only being deadly.

There have been reasonable things pointed out, like they never fight in tandem and their abilities hold the same function of mid-distance offense (hentai team i mean what), but the reason this team functions so well is because those things are not hindrances and relate to how they are expected to deal with adversity.

The way the jolly duo is designed to work and the way it does work is: The Guild faces an adversary that could be dealt with in multiple ways, but the end goal isn’t necessarily death. Lovecraft and Steinbeck are sent to deal with isaid problem. Steinbeck is motivation and intelligence. John’s a smart kid, he knows how to deal with problems and with people. He’s cunning and he’s (superficially) friendly, if there’s a way to get around a conflict by disarming someone into being nice to him or by tricking them, he’ll probably find it. He’s better at acting the way people expect him to act, and he can understand situations quickly. Lovecraft is none of these, so Lovecraft has to rely on John for cues on how to act and what to do, because Lovecraft doesn’t understand strategy. Lovecraft also lacks any motivation of his own outside of a crisis, and without John prompting him to go around and do things, he’d likely become too anxious or lazy to function until the last possible minute. When they go to attack the ADA secretaries, Lovecraft clearly has nothing in mind, he doesn’t know if he’s supposed to attack, and he very pointedly asks John what the hell theyre doing.

 Lovecraft goes to John for what should we do before a fight has started, and John provides answers that Lovecraft consistently trusts and can rely on. He follows John’s orders very easily, immediately relaxing into “no one needs me and I don’t have to do anything, it’s fine” when John tells him that they’ll deal with the secretaries using the grapes alone. 

pictured: lovecraft not giving a single fuck about being in the middle of a kidnapping op because john says he’ll take care of it

Lovecraft has absolutely no problem following John’s orders (which is something that’s also valuable, considering it’s very likely that Lovecraft’s personality would clash with most of the other Guild members’ and he wouldn’t want to obey them as easily. He trusts John greatly and consistently follows his cues with no complaint or argument), and trusts him inherently as a reliable source of what-to-do. Regardless on what anyone thinks Lovecraft’s ability to form relationships with humans, friendly or otherwise, he clearly trusts John to make decisions.

In converse to that, Lovecraft is who the team relies on when strategy has failed and they need only destruction. Like Fitzgerald and Alcott, it’s a heavily time-reliant brains and brawn dichotomy. Lovecraft waits until John is incapacitated to attack every time he does attack because that’s his only role-- when strategy has failed, when there is no option but to clear the field and murder all those around, Lovecraft steps in. His ability is deadly, when he pulls it out it’s assumed that whoever’s attacking is going to die. John acts first in order to ideally minimize the casualties and provide the non-lethal force necessary in, say, kidnappings. Lovecraft is backup for when John fails, because after negotiations and trying to keep people alive fail, really, the only option for something as ruthless as the Guild (and John) is to kill. You can’t lose a negotiation with someone who’s dead. Lovecraft is the equivalent of an atomic bomb, he is only present in order to destroy and John is the one to decide when he will act, because John’s smart enough to do that. In the Grapes arc, when John’s tactics fail, Lovecraft pretty much immediately neutralizes Kunikida and Juni (ance he gets around to standing up) and also immediately assumes he should kill them (but, again, he checks with John first because he respects John as being in charge). Lovecraft’s backup insurance who acts more or less only when he has to, but when he does act it’s to land a decisive blow that John might not be able to.

Because they rely heavily on communication and taking turns, the jolly duo is a team that’s very heavily reliant on mutual trust and cooperation to work, and the fact that their team does work so well evidences that they’re close friends and they do trust each other (despite john not even knowing what lovecraft is lol).

And I mean, they’re friends, that much is directly stated in the anime (and john’s VA is having a very good time in steincraft city so they’re also [wink wink nudge nude] “friends”, if u put any stock in his opinion that john’s got a doki), and they’re very close friends because of how much John and Lovecraft rely on one another in order to function in the Guild.

And function in general life, if Lovecraft’s constant checking up on what John’s doing in order to pass off as normal and their constant companionship is any indicator. They’re the only two that haven’t functioned independently unless forced, and haven’t functioned independently in a battle whatsoever-- without Mitchell, Hawthorne is still comfortable allying with Dost, and brainwashed or otherwise he attacks on his own. When John’s alone, he won’t even directly challenge or alert Fitzgerald, or use his ability any more than passively. Which is likely related to strategy, but it’s still a point that John could have attacked Fitzgerald when he and Alcott were talking and probably done fine enough, since Fitz had little money and they were in a wooded area, but chose to bide his time. It’s either he wanted to try and see if Fitz was redeemable or he wasn’t used to starting a fight when someone didn’t have his back when things went wrong, or a mix.

They’re a very, very good team, they work well together, in and out of a fighting context. They are 

and it’s really unlikely that during the main guild arc, any of the other Guild teams would have approached them in power and efficacy

(IMO thats why they fought SKK, because theyre on par with SKK’s teamwork and why Lovecraft hasn’t come back to the plot yet, because with Lovecraft on John’s team, John would stop hesitating to act.)

like imagine SKK if skk didnt argue constantly and actually liked each other that’s the scale of good powerful teamwork we are talking here. their abilities aren’t necessarily complimentary, but they fill deficiencies that the other has and provide support that’s necessary to getting things done.

like u dont have to agree with me that they should hold hands and probably make out, but i do think u can’t really argue that they’re important to each other, they’re most definitely friends.

#ooc #this is really long and it states a lot that i think is obvious but just saying THE JOLLY DUO IS THE BEST TEAM isnt enough without providing #citations. these are the citations #headcanon #more like actual canon #i mean

[dbtgroupjournal]

TW// mentions and breif description of abuse, discussion of mental illness, mentions of suicidal thoughts

my name is madison, im 18, and i use she/her and they/them pronouns. im lucky enough to have gotten diagnosis for my issues and have a supportive dad. my parents are divorced since i was around 5, and my mother was emotionally abusive and occasionally neglectful since i can remember. i am no longer in contact due to the abuse escalating and things getting physical, combined with refusal to attempt therapy and options to make our relationship less harmful for the both of us. i was diagnosed with adhd, depression, and generalized anxienty disorder when i was 11, and later a binge eating disorder at 17, but dealt with it for a few years

(long description now lol)

this assessment was prompted by a call to a hotline while at my mothers. my binge eating disorder was diagnosed later, and i believe part of the reason i developed it was the body/food based shame and restrictions that were a part of my mothers abuse. adhd has pretty much fucked me over in the school area, barely passing only due to test scores. i test super well, but executive functioning makes homework hard. ive tried a lot of medication over the years, and im currently on concerta. my depression has been there most of my life, coming in waves and ive also switched those meds a few times. im currently recovering from a bad episode, and considering changing meds based on a genetic test i got that evaluates med effectiveness. im currently on lexapro. my history of depression symptoms have been inability to perform basic tasks, like putting off leaving bed to use the bathroom until about to pee urself, not showering, not talking to others, u know the basics lol. i havent had a history of self harm, only attempted it once, and used nails to scar legs during a panic attack once. my suicidal thoughts were never really acted on and were mostly just let me sleep forever or go into a coma, but when paired with panic attacks, things have gotten close to serious attempts. my goal in life is to just fuckin try at least lol. ideally i would get my bachelors in biology and go on to work in research lab jobs. honestly i dont have too much hope. i know i am smart enough for it, i was able to get a 34 on the act and can learn quickly, but my adhd effects my way of doing things and getting that degree and maintaining a job is going to be the problem. ive barely even made it here without dropping out. it just makes me really mad that neurodivergent ppl arent able to do the shit they are talented at bc the world as it is is not really made with us in mind. thats pretty much it. expect my posts to be mostly like vent posts, and cool stuff i learned from the group in a better format occasionally. stay safe everyone and i hope some of my posts can feel like a friend infodumping on you or venting to keep you company at the very least, and helpful and applicable coping skills at best :) even if you join me for just a post or two, thank you for coming and reading ❤❤