#and perhaps i was being very self indulgent w this.

[zhongrin]

psssst Rin idea ehehe.... imagine having a remote control vibrator and alhaitham has the remote :))) that's it that's all bye //runs

crys.

crys.

crys.

...... must you send this while i'm on my period hauhdwhjfshdakhd

cw. minors dni, fem!reader, afab!reader, vibrator, self-indulgent shit bc i'm 1) in pain, 2) horny, and 3) just because i can. tldr; this is crys' fault /silly /lh

al haitham has your cycle memorized. it may sound like a useless thing to dedicate one of his brain cells for, but in his opinion, it really isn't. the common theories of the female hormones factors a lot into your mood and emotions, hence it makes a good tool to interpret your actions and outlines a specific guideline for him to act accordingly to make sure he continues to prove himself a suitable partner for you.

but sometimes, the man couldn't resist but just to tease you a bit.

and you look adorable in his eyes, all flushed and pouty like this.

"what's wrong? i thought someone said she wanted to 'get all the chores done before my uterus throws a tantrum for not getting to house a fetus'?" he asked, a little too nonchalantly, as he pressed buttons on the washing machine with one hand, the other sneaking into his pocket to play with the intensity of the little toy fitting snugly between your puffy folds.

"you're evil," you somehow managed to choke out, knees trembling as you held onto the edges of the sink, having to pause from cleaning the dishes at the heightened vibrations, "evil."

"that's not what you said last night with your legs wrapped around my w-"

"al haitham!!!"

"we're at home and kaveh's out to survey a project. i see no reasons for you to act unnecessarily demure."

you grumbled and muttered under your breath as you tried to wash the soap suds off the plates. a chuckle left your boyfriend's lips, and you feel a momentary relief when the buzz between your legs lessened into a hum.

key word here being 'momentary'.

you continued on ー wiping the plates dry, setting them onto the drying rack… as you reached out to open the cupboard drawer, the devil whispering in your beloved's ears seemed to have won the silent battle within his mind, for the bullet-shaped contraption seemed to increase in intensity with every seconds that passed. higher. higher. higher.

"h-haith- oh- fuck-" the quiver in your voice was palpable; arms steadying yourself onto the counter in a hurry. you were sure the dampness would have shown over your shorts by now; he'd been playing with that remote all morning, and it was driving you nuts.

perhaps it was that very desperation that prompted you to turn towards him with a pair of pleading eyes. perhaps it was your hormones going haywire that made you latch onto him and whine like a bunny in heat, your hands roaming across broad muscles, hips canting towards the growing bulge beneath those grey sweatpants.

oh, you really, truly look adorable when you were insatiably horny, he thought.

"…. fine. consider it my duty to finish the chores later," lush greens zeroes on the trickle of slick slipping down your thigh, the swipe of his tongue across his lips unconscious yet felt like added desire into your already heated loins.

"for now, i suppose your duty is to be thoroughly spoiled by me."

✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ) ┈ @abyssmal-skies | @hamdehlesmis | @sunnshineflxwer | @yuutasbabe | @queen-belial | @stygianoir | @silentmoths | @niktwazny303 | @dustofthedailylife | @marina-and-the-memes | @mixed-kester | @lordbugs | @anonymousficreader | @shizunxie | @irethepotato | @sassy-cat-in-town | @syrenkitsune | @smokipoki | @cakeboxie | @crystalflygeo | @ciexuvia | @illaasya | @celestewritestoomuch | @pams-comfortzone | @spidermanluvr444 | @ourstrawberryclouds | @ryuryuryuyurboat | @hrts4hanniehae | @fiannee | @jingyuansbird | @florapocalypses | @genshin-impacts-me | @scarasmood | @hellcatinnc | @beloved-brynn

#genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #al haitham x reader #al haitham #rin writes #minors dni #rin answers #rin is having tea with: crys 🧡

[ghoastixx]

Alastor w/ teenage human reader

A.N: gender neutral reader. You insert your name at ‘____’

Warnings: abusive parents mentioned, Alastor being a bit intimidating for a while, this is very self indulgent so yeah!

Goodness…how did the radio demon stoop so low as to be collecting human souls? Honestly what a pity..

To be honest Alastor didn’t even really know what had happened. One moment he had been drinking some tea on the balcony of the hotel, enjoying some absolutely dreary sights, and then he just.. wasn’t-

It caught him off guard to say the least. His ear laid back as his claws gripped his mic tightly. His smile never faltering.

“Holy fuck it worked!” A voice rang out, sounding astonished and a bit..too alive. Alastor’s eyes drifted down a little bit to see a child. …are you serious. He had been summoned by a child. How humiliating.

‘_____’ looked up at the demon. They had to admit, they were a lot more terrified than they would’ve liked to of been. The two just sort of looked at each other for a while before the child spoke up. Getting off of their kneeling position.

“Are you..the radio demon?” Their voice was meek and curious. It was intriguing that a child was able to do all of this. Alastor’s smile hitched up his face,

“Why yes I am! I’m assuming you’re the human that summoned me.” His smile widened when the kid tensed at his static-y voice. The radio filter never letting him down.

“W-well yeah.” They stuttered, showing vulnerability. That was going to be their first mistake. “I-“ now they were stammering, “I didn’t think it would work- honestly. I was just trying to humor myself.” Alastor was starting to get pissy, he had more important things to do than talk to a human that didn’t even know what they were doing.

“You summon a very powerful demon for fun?” His voice sounded rough, that static becoming more prominent as he got angrier.

“Well- I didn’t really think about this. This stuff doesn’t happen! I- I read a lot and of course there was that rumor going around on how to actually summon one and I just-“ the kids rambling was interrupted by a yell from downstairs. The kid winced at a thud that followed shortly after and the sound of a female voice filled with rage. The sound was almost too familiar to the radio demon.

“There wasn’t anything you wanted? Nothing at all?” He asked impatiently. When the kid sheepishly shook their head he got ready to go back to hell, but then he heard another thump which got him thinking. Why waste a trip? Perhaps there was a deal to be made here. “Say kid, why don’t we make a deal?”

“A deal..? Isn’t it frowned upon to make deals with demons? There’s like..so many songs about that.” The kid was smart, Alastor didn’t like that.

“Nonsense! I’m looking out for your best interest, little fawn. I think you’re very smart, I want to show that. If you give me your soul, let me take care of it, find me human souls, I will make sure that you do not rot in this silly little town. These people around you will not weigh you down.”

It seemed Alastor hit the nail on the head when he saw the consideration in the kids eyes. I mean- of course! A small kid who is summoning demons? In a small town? Arguing parents? Why wouldn’t they want out! And it seemed Alastor was right too, when the kid looked at the smiling demon and tensed.

“Okay. It’s a deal.”

The first time Alastor came back up to visit the soul he learned was ‘____’ he was quite impressed by the work they had done. The kid explained the type of people that would definitely be going to hell, all for the demon’s delicious picking. The first visit was strictly business.

It was the second meeting that became more personal.

‘_____’ looked up from the book they were reading, the music that they had playing softly from their radio turning staticy. They had been trying to drown out the sound of the constant screaming and whining.

“Is that a radio?” A loud static voice made ‘____’ jump. Obviously they hadn’t been expecting dear Alastor, who laughed heartily at the sudden jump.

“Damn it- scared the piss out of me-“ the fawn mumbled. Alastor thought they were like a fawn at least. Skiddish and soft. Curious. He thought it was a good comparison.

“I do apologize my dear! But please do answer, I thought radio went out of style in this day of age.”

“Well, it’s certainly not as common anymore, but it hasn’t gone completely out of style. Records have made a bigger comeback than radio.”

“How curious,” Alastor hummed, the sound of it immediately grabbing the fawn’s attention. It humored him how easily he could get the focus on him. A bang was heard on the wall with an incoherent yell, the only eligible word being “SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

‘_____’ shifted uncomfortably. It was obvious that they were trying to lose themselves in the radio. Alastor was starting to really like the little fawn, so he considered something.

Suddenly green fumes embedded themselves into the radio, making a static sound. The fawn looked up curiously,

“What did you do to my radio.”

“Patience, you’ll be able to tune into my broadcasts now. It’s only fair.”

The kid simply nodded. And they would listen to it. Because when Alastor decided to visit again for his souls, the kid would tell him it was quite morbid, but they liked the song selection.

This continued for a good while, the little fawn would tell Al about the new age for humans and Alastor would help distant the kid from their parents. If anything it boosted his ego, he felt like more of a stable figure for this kid than their own parents. And that would be put to the test when Alastor popped in only to see the little fawn curled up on the corner of their bed, so upset.

His ears flattened as his smile was forced. He couldn’t stand to see his little fawn so upset. He wasn’t sure when it became his little fawn instead of the little fawn, but he liked it better. It felt more appropriate.

“Now now, little fawn. I’m here, it’s alright.” He tried his best to console the little one.

Perhaps it was time to renegotiate their deal. Perhaps he could form this kid into a better version of themselves.

Now all he had to do was figure out how to get this kid into hell.

#fanfic #fanfiction #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #platonic Alastor x reader

[theguyinthemathexamples]

Opportunity Awaits None

— sahsrau/sahsr fic based on my pookie aventurine for good luck (⁠＠⁠°⁠▽⁠°⁠＠⁠)⁠ᕗ ♡

— C/W : 2.1 trailblazer quest spoilers, sillies stealing the show first, ooc pookies, VERY self indulgent, new fic style?, slight aventio/raturine??, a lil angsty in some parts?? (tell me if i missed anything 💝)

Claiming oneself to be adored by an Aeon would be a bold, and otherwise egotistical way of getting attention. But with his friend even being heard mumbling to himself for being discarded as of late, not to mention the light whispers he's been hearing lately... the Doctor might not blame Aventurine for describing himself as going nuts.

While he was investigating things about that Emanator, and a few strings pulled later... he accidentally came across a lovely piece of information that she felt her own strings being pulled long before he made his grandest performance yet in Penacony.

It was taught, then loosened, and then forcefully yanked in a never ending cycle, she said. There were long periods of time that she began to wonder whether or not this feeling finally disappeared, only to be hit by another harsh pull. As of late, however, these harsh tugs haven't been felt after she finally remembered to pen a letter to the Astral Express's Conductor that both refused their offer to arrive at the Express, as well as making someone else bite the bullet.

As for who this was was insignificant to him— he'll find it out himself eventually. But the whispers? The tugging? The feeling of being watched? That letter? Aventurine knew all too well what these meant. The Aeon of Creation's manifestations in the mortal realm.

This wasn't all new news, though, as such a phenomenon had already happened to others before. But for him to hear them? That was certainly a surprise.

To be fair, he's heard them a bit before. The whispers arrived just a bit after he stepped foot in the Planet of Festivities, and he initially mistook them for crowds outside being too loud as they were more quiet back then.

Though, these whispers have been getting louder and louder the past few days. He's almost embarrassed to confess that this was worrying him. They varied from promises vowing to make him "come home" to them, to absolute hysterical laughter akin to the Aeon of Elation's ones. Who knows what that Aeon was thinking. Not him, surely.

And a few too many deep dives into rabbit holes led him to a reasonable conclusion of that Aeon taking an interest in him. ... By the Amber Lord, no, Veritas, he swears he's not succumbing to insanity.

Aventurine had asked the Doctor about this, knowing he had a good amount of experience with this sort of thing for a good while now. Unfortunately for him all of the answers he got were "You'll know in due time." and "Perhaps if you willingly offered yourself to the Aeon maybe those whispers would disappear faster than you bothering me about them."

Rarely does he get more cryptic responses like, "A reach too far shall become an embrace at a moments notice for you, gambler," Veritas mumbles beside him, getting up not too long after saying such without so much as another word. Not before giving him water when he complained about getting too overwhelmed by them and sought someone more familiar, one who bore experience and knowledge of such things firsthand.

Sometimes, Aventurine wondered if it was all some sort of joke that even the highest of the divine beings of this universe were playing on him, but some of the voices were almost quick to reassure him. Often he heard of music playing, words he seemed to partially understand ringing in his ears as he signed one document after the other.

Maybe he'll finally get the freedom he's yearned for so long if he devoted his whole being to THEM instead of the Amber Lord. ... Maybe he'll consider such an act of heresy at a later date.

Note : Try Not To Froth At The Mouth Looking At Aventurine Challenge (IMPOSSIBLE ‼️‼️) (I BROKE MY KNEE‼️‼️‼️)

On a lighter note, tho: my interpretation will unfortunately be published later in the month and im just speedrunning this for good luck on my pookie wookie patootie gookie nookie bear aventurine pulls 🫶

Am i sane for this man? Have i been delulu about him for the past few days?? Mmm,,,, who knows :3

#sparkling wheat ♪ #silver lined strawberries ♪ #spoiled milk ° #aventurine honkai star rail #hsr aventurine #honkai sahsrau #sahsrau #sahsr #aventurine sahsrau #i cant believe i did this smh #welp it is what it is #i aint mad for my pookie wookie taking up 65% of my brain every day

[nexility-sims]

𝐍𝐎. 𝟖   ❛ 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ❜   |   THE DEN, MID MARCH 1991

❧  𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲  /  𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠  /  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬  /  𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.

   ❛  Leonor had attended a recital just the day before, but this performance was an entirely different experience. She was unprepared for how arresting it would be. Without knowing, she had noticed the lead singer earlier that night, ostensibly holding court by the far edge of the bar, distracting the bartender with animated conversation. Leonor hadn’t heard anything she said, but her movements were full of energy, almost frenetic. Now, she held still. The bassist swayed from hip to hip. Behind them, the drummer stared out at the audience with a face full of shadows. Leonor thought the frontwoman resembled a pious statue as she stood there, chin tilted upward and eyes closed. The crowd hummed with impatient anticipation, but what she reflected back to them was unfazed tranquility. 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

❧ (the song here, as you perhaps could have guessed from the episode title, is meant to be "doll parts" by hole.) lightly phoned this one in BUT i'd rather keep moving than skip a week bc i was sick, so :^) this is an abridged version, and i'll post an unabridged version later today w/ a label for good measure !!! additionally, we are now done with the entirely self-indulgent red light filter, i promise sdfsdf

𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 & 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ↓

The very first chord sent a chill up Leonor’s spine. She watched, rapt, as the statue came to life in a fluid series of motions. Her voice was low and rough, not ethereal by any means but still somehow, to Leonor’s ears, exquisite. The lyrics washed over her unheard. She fixated wholly on the singing itself—on the emotion of it, how the crooning turned to a harsh quaver, within it a lament that felt more defiant than mournful. It was raw. The song’s inspiration, why this woman performed it as she did, was a mystery. It was the vulnerability of it that resonated. Leonor felt the emotion in her bones as she listened. Music was never her preferred outlet but, as she experienced the song, she wished it had been.

For these three minutes, Leonor was alone again. The stage’s pit had been packed with an eager, noisy audience that responded enthusiastically to every line of the song. As it became a concert for one, they faded. Leonor’s eyes followed the movement of the singer, how her lips parted and her fingers strummed the guitar she played. They existed together in a suspended moment outside of time. It might have occurred to her later that extending, even possessing, such a moment was well within her power. For enough money, she could have anyone’s private time—especially artists, people who needed and understood patronage. It wasn't it in the spirit of the venue, but neither was her very presence, arguably. However, she was entirely in the moment as it unfolded. Feelings welled up inside of her. Her skin prickled. Her eyes, too, felt the familiar sensation attendant to being overwhelmed. 

Still, even euphoria had a blush of grief these days.

The song ended, and the bar's spirited ambience rushed back in like a sun-blocking wave. As she began speaking casually to the audience, the singer’s captivating voice changed. Whatever spell she had cast broke. Her friends remained enlivened, but Leonor felt only the desperate need to reclaim the quietude again. The minute of transition between unfamiliar songs felt like too long—too risky—of a wait. Perhaps the night had caught up with her. Or, perhaps, if she ducked into a quiet corner and collected herself, she could resume the admirable attempt at normalcy that had characterized the evening so far. That was her preferred outcome. She knew, on one level, that she was having fun. This momentary lapse wasn’t really an aberration, she feared, but she was determined to treat it as such. 

Leonor turned to Kore instinctively, leaning close to exclaim the most convenient and innocuous escape valve within reach, “Where’s the restroom?”

TRANSCRIPT:

RENZO | Okay, settle down. Next up is a treat. The Fluke girls have a new song for us. This is a songwriter’s song, alright? Conceived in this building. Show some respect.

LEONOR | Where’s the restroom? KORE | Stairs, near the bar!

[Leonor sighs, door opening]

LEONOR | What are you doing here?

LEONOR | Oh—[Laughs]—sorry. RENZO | It’s a bathroom. Maybe I gotta piss.

RENZO | Hey, don’t leave. I’m kidding. Wanted to check on you. LEONOR | Really?

RENZO | Sort of. I also had an ulterior motive. LEONOR | Did you?

RENZO | I wanted to be alone with you again, too. LEONOR | You’re in luck.

RENZO | You know, you do look different in person. More real. LEONOR | I get that a lot. RENZO | Do you? Huh— LEONOR | [Snickers] No, of course not!

RENZO | So, what do you think— LEONOR | No more talking now, okay?

RENZO | I’ll show you the dressing rooms next time. LEONOR | Next time? [Chuckles]

#;long post #ts4 story #sims story #sims 4 story #royal sims #simblr #ts4 legacy #1992.story.post #1992.a1 #1992.e03

[indulgentandidiotic]

Riddle/Ace/Deuce w/ an S/o Who Cannot Sleep W/out Their Plushie & S/O's Nighttime Ritual (Separate)

Synopsis: Wherein reader has a night-time ritual where their plushie must stay on the bed at all times, lest the demons come to get them.**

CW: NOT PROOFREAD, no warnings otherwise GN Reader

A/N: Yet another self-indulgent post, taking inspiration from my experiences. This also comes off as a vent fic, or comfort. I just need a little reassurance. A time where the work is so self-indulgent that it caters to me and no one else. Nevertheless, it’s in “x reader” format because that’s what I’m comfortable with. Perhaps someone will find this relatable in some way.

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Step 1. Make sure plushie is on the bed.

Riddle: Is quite understanding. He, too, has rituals that must not be broken. He understands why you’re so frantic when your plushie is missing, and why you cannot sleep unless it’s there. The stuffed toy makes you feel secure, just as rules make him feel secure. When your plush goes missing, he helps you search the room and surrounding areas, and he doesn’t make fun of you for being so worried.

Ace: He laughs at you. He thinks your little ritual is silly. After all, sleeping with stuffed toys is for little kids! But after you get so upset at him for making fun of you that you’re almost in tears, he apologizes (more like mumbles out a, “Sorry, I guess..”). This ritual is really important to you, yeah? He’s unsure if this ritual preceded your time at NRC, or if it’s something you came up with in response to all the trauma you’ve surely gotten by being everyone’s therapist and dealing with overblots, but he’s too afraid to ask. Ace starts helping you, after a while. It’s not a silly ritual if it makes you feel safe, and if anyone but him makes fun of you for it, he’s beating them up! He’ll still make jokes from time to time, but he’ll still make sure the plush is on your bed, or help you find it when it gets lost. And hey, if you can’t find it, he’ll stand in! Your lovely boyfriend will be better at keeping the monsters away, anyway!

Deuce: Is understanding, too. He used to sleep with plushies when he was younger, so he understands why you feel safe when it’s around. He’s just very sweet about the whole thing. He’s very proactive, and he often notices if the plush is not on your bed way before you do. If the plush gets lost and you can’t find it before nightfall, he’ll give you one of his plushies to use instead. It may not work the same, but you have the addition of Deuce cuddling with you in bed, so it adds up!

.~

Step 2. The plushie must face the side of the room with the window until it is time to slumber.

Riddle: This rule is a bit more specific, but nothing Riddle finds odd. He’s seen much more specific rules within the Queen’s Rulebook, so he isn’t fazed when you look over to your bed during study time to make sure your plush is facing the right way. It becomes part of even his routine; he checks your bed first thing whenever he enters your room, making sure the plush is on the bed and facing the right direction. Just make sure you’re not getting too distracted. There’s no need to check it thrice if you already know it’s facing the right way.

Ace: Isn’t fazed, either. It’s just another part of your ritual. As long as it doesn’t take too much attention away from him, he’ll go along with your steps. He won’t go out of his way to ease your worries, but if he notices the plush is turned the wrong way, he’ll flip it over.

Deuce: AGAIN! Very sweet, he’s so precious. You don’t need to explain to him why it has to face a certain way, he just understands. If he notices, he’ll flip the plush the right way!

.~

Step 3. When comes nightfall, one must face away from the window and sleep on the side nearest the window, and the plush must also face away from the window, on the side of the bed farthest from it.

Riddle: Once again, he’s seen stranger rules in the Queen’s Rulebook. Though, when he sleeps with you, he wonders whether he should position himself on the side of the bed closest to the window, in the middle of you and the plush, or on the side farthest from the window (the side that happens to be farthest from you 😔). He’s seen how you sleep, him often going to bed after you in order to get some more studying done. You’ll keep the plush close to your heart, probably to make sure it doesn’t fall off. But then where does he fit in? If he sleeps closest to the window, you won’t be facing him, and if he sleeps in the middle, he might knock the plush off by accident. It’s a dilemma, but the last thing Riddle wants is to disrupt a ritual that makes you feel safe. So you better either make amendments or exceptions to your rules or give him a designated spot to sleep (preferably beside you 🥺). As for there being empty space on both sides of the bed, he has tried to help you push it over, but you two are not strong enough.

Ace: He’s kinda confused. Why are you so against sleeping facing the window? Is something out there? Once you explain that facing away from the window prevents the demons from coming inside the house, and the plushie both amplifies the effect and keeps the demons in your room from crawling into your bed, he’s still confused. There are ghosts in Ramshackle… oh? You’re not talking about them? Then what demons-? He can clearly see that talking about this is making you uncomfortable, so he decides to let it pass. At first, he thought your rules were silly, and then he got used to them, and now he’s worried. Going to bed each night seems to be a stress-filled endeavor. The bed is large, which you seem to be uncomfy with, and there’s empty space on both sides, which you also don’t seem to be comfy with. While Ace doesn’t understand all of the things you do, he doesn’t want you to feel unsafe doing everyday things, so he helps you push the bed to the wall. Now there’s only empty space on one side, and you seem to feel much better. As for sleeping with you, you’ve told him that he cannot sleep in the middle of you and the plush (as you think he wouldn’t pick the plush back up if it fell off the bed). That leaves the space near the window since he doesn’t want to sleep on the edge of the bed farthest from you. On occasion, he’s asked you to face him, with his argument being that if any demons decide to come into the house, he’ll defeat them for you. It’s worked a couple of times. You definitely feel safer with your face buried in his chest and his arms around you.

Deuce: Just as Ace does, he helps you push the bed to the wall with the window. He doesn’t understand why it makes you feel safer, but if it works, it works. As for where he sleeps, you don’t mind. You’ve allowed him to sleep in the middle of you and the plush because you know he’d pick it up if it fell. And even if he doesn’t, there’s just something about him that is so comforting, that you’re okay if you don’t use the plushie that night. In fact, Deuce seems to ease your worries better than the plush does anyway. Sleeping with your back against the window and cuddling with Deuce under the warm blanket is just as comforting as when it’s just you and the plushie.

.~

Step 4. If you wake up and the plushie has fallen off the bed, pick it up as soon as possible!

Riddle: This is a very important step. You’ve told him on multiple occasions. He believes you, as you’ve often told him of the times when you were too lazy to pick the plush back up and you had nightmares after you went back to sleep. Whenever you sleep before him when he stays over, he makes sure to pick up the plush if you’ve accidentally knocked it over. And when you both go to sleep, he makes sure to hold you real close to him, with the whispered promise to keep you safe. His rose is not getting a nightmare, not when he’s there.

Ace: Has gotten more worried. Is there some evil being haunting you for you to get nightmares when you don’t follow through with your ritual? If so, he’s giving that monster the beating of its life (not that he actually could, but it’s the thought that counts). You told him of the two times you woke up to find the plush had fallen and you went back to sleep, only to wake up a few hours later from a nightmare. Those times had scared you into implementing that rule, even causing you to wake up in a nervous sweat in the middle of the night to make sure the plushie was still by your side. Ace doesn't want you to lose sleep over this, so he comes over more often. When he's around, you can count on him as an extra defense against the demons and nightmares of the night.

Deuce: Is just as worried as you when the plushie is not on the bed. He works at all costs to make sure you don't get nightmares. And while he'd rather sleep close to you, he'll sleep on the side farthest from you if it means making sure the plush does not fall off. Your comfort and mental well-being is his top priority, so he doesn't mind a little extra rules if it ensures your safety. Is also the type to shout into the room, "I know you demons are in here! And if you come anywhere near my partner it'll be lights out for you!! 🤬🤬"

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**Yay! In conclusion they all love you very much and will go along with your ritual if it makes you feel safe. They are such good boyfriends, who could ask for anything more~**

#indulgent writing 🍓 #one of my fav pieces. it does make me feel safe #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #ace trappola #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #previously found on theheavilyinulgentgoat. but no more

[cathalbravecog]

more work on my carnival/circus + casino cogs!! they're very sillay and self indulgent because if you don't know by now i love designs with suit symbol themes + cards game themes in general (which is why hr was such a bit hit w/ me) (IM LITERALLY CALLED GUZMA SPADES if i shorten my name PLEASEEEEE)

i've been struggling with jack of all trades for months now - and finally sitting down and designing the cast of cogs that's supposed to come with them really motivated me. feels good to sit down and just do a design without stressing over it. JOAT will still take a while to finalize, as will everyone else - but i am very happy what i've got so far! carnival barker needs work though, i don't like him very much yet but i suppose that was my rushed attempt to make his head design not be an obvious a furry artstyle.

at least currently, they do not belong to any particular departments. they're sort of supposed to be their own thing. my idea for them that they'd function as contractors - one day settling in toontown with their circus hoping to get new attention on their show (seeing as hr's show was a hit, and they're very familiar with who they are. this follows my headcanon and story that high roller is not non-canon and sticks around as a separate being from dave and buck obviously)

perhaps getting toons to visit their carnival and circus is just the right thing! but, of course, that doesn't mean they're not shady - it is very much so a cog carnival, still.

perhaps they don't ever work or contract for cogs inc ever, but they still mutually agree to let their carnival happen there. and so they don't have official departments? since to me those mainly exist within cogs inc and not the whole cog society. i still gotta figure it out! but i'll do that once their designs are more set-in-place and they have deeper dynamics between each other. especially JOAT who feels disconnected from the other 3 to me.

#guz art #doodles #character design concept #cog carnival #i will be calling things with them this for now! when i get a proper name for this group i will change the tags accordingly #oc art #long post #toontown corporate clash

[hitomisuzuya]

i love ur signora writing omfggg🫶🏻🫶🏻

thinking…perhaps….. la signora w/ her girlfriend who’s just such a good girl for her and always listens!!(this is very self indulgent)

nsfw,, maybe mommy kink/ praise kink if ur comfortable with that! take ur time ❤️

Signora x fem!reader Praise. Mommy kink. Smut. Use of sex toy

a/n: Thank you so much being so patient. I have been having fits of answering requests completely in a random order lately. I hope you enjoy and thank you for the compliment ❤️

Your moans were starting to become consistent, rising higher in pitch as Signora massaged the tip of a vibrator against your clit. You'd come to see her at just the right moment. She was tired, and wanted nothing more than to unwind in bed with you.

"My darling girl, you are always so good for me," she purred, pinching one of your nipples as she pushed the vibrating toy inside your dripping, eager cunt. "You'll cum like a good girl for Mommy, won't you?"

"Yes..Mommy," you stammered, your back arched with pleasure. Your climax was going to burst over you any moment now. You reached over to rub her clit, making her sigh with pleasure.

Turning the setting up a notch, she watched, smiling as your release squirted around the vibrator. Pulling it out of you, she licked it clean.

Putting her thighs on either side of your head, her pussy graced your face. You massaged her thighs, encouraging her to relax while you pleased her. Your tongue was sloppy and eager.

Signora reached down to stroke your hair while she rode your tongue. "Ah~ Lick me exactly like that," your tongue hit just a sensitive spot just the right away. You always were always good at eating her out. "My sweet girl, my good girl," she babbled as your lapped up her release.

You could never get enough of tasting her.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #signora #signora smut #genshin imagines #signora x reader #signora x you #fem! reader #signora x y/n

[minophus]

Have you any thoughts and headcanons on minos/sisyphus/gabe?

I wrote more than i thought i would

i love ponderinf their dynamic all togehter. gabriel is here to make sure everything is in order and minos is continuing to carry out punishments, sisyphus is visitng not just for possible political advantages and seeing if he can get any resources for his people, but also bc with the many times hes seen minos before theyve gotten quite close despite their differed ways of thinking and rule. Gabe uses this for an opportunjty as well to study sisyphus.

minos and gabe - also get along, but minos has a tendwncy to push gabriel to getmore comfortable..Cease donning thine armor, perhaps a toga instead? it will do better keeping you comfortable rather than that armor. they have discussions about his citizens and as the lust renaissamce began to rear its head minos would gush about how his city is flourishing and his citizens seem so Happy in their expression and it would make gabriel so uncomfortable because 1 the council wouldnt like this 2 hearing about free self expression and free will to do what people want to do with their bodies and with others. It cuts a little too deep into his masculinity. Minos' open expressions of femininity make him uncomfortable too as the two of them get closer and minos opens up bc hes shaking gabriels image of a man thats been forced upon him for milennia. Its very interesting.

minos and sisyphus - again, their relationship(not explicitly romantic, they couldnt uphold that) came about through political affairs. sisyphus trying to get resources to his people which he couldnt quite abundantly so do .. Until the renaissance:). they get along quite well time going on esp with Minos defying god as he does fpr the sake of his people Bejng a thing sisyphus seriously admires.. it helps that he has a city and not a wide open desert. minos is verrry physically affectionate w sisyphus not just out of bodily admiration(who wouldnt be. this guy works the hell out hes got good form) but also to combo w his verbal appreciation and admiration of how hands-on sisyphus is with helping his subjects as much as he can in his fleeting moments of grace. minos also has a Terrific libido and sisyphus is kind of the complete opposite of him. He likes to tease minos every now and then about it(can be taken two ways).

minos for the both of them LOVES offering food and fruits and sweets. gabriel always turns it down until that fated apple. Sisyphus absoluyrly tears up any meal minos has prepared for him. He fucks it up. He tears it the hell up. He asks for more and more until he cannot take it anymore(HA) and he will promptly fall asleep less than an hour afterward. After such hard work and such a good meal you can only imagine how sleepy he gets. minos joins him in the bed for cuddles before sisyphus conks out. If gabriel happens to visit at the same time(and if sisyphus let his guard down enough TO indulge and fall asleep)hed. very deep down. be very jealous. he wants to join in.

gabriel and sisyphus - very tense. Always a tension in the air when theyre in the same room. sisyphus isnt outwardly rude but hes very passive aggressive and kind of verbally rips into him and Reads him like an open book all on account of gabriel being an angel. Used by oppressors to further continue enforcing punishments, and he blindly follows them in the name of faith. another tjing sisyphus would call out.

Gabby @ sisyphus hmm, hes very polite w him upon first meeting. if sisyphus wasnt a lowly sinner he'd almost be intimidated. they wouldnt talk much outside of sisyphus prodding about this and that to have any chance to learn gabriels weaknesses, and gabriel does the same albeit not with tactical purposes in mind. i dont think he anticipated a rebellion. Sisyphus upon seeing a Pattern with how subtly flustered gabriel would use that against him(very silly way to passively take out anger on gabriel. he has hardly any control in his layer despite being king. he has so much passionate hatred for the angels. This is how he feels powerful)

..realistically all 3 would never willingly physically get super close solely on account of gabriel and sisyphus. yes gabsisyphus fall asleep w Minos a few times legs intertwined. but the two of them would never happen. But heres the thing im playing with my touys

#asks #gooptalks #i hope so fucking bad this is coherent #these are moreso thoughts rather than hcs. ill get to those at some point #Now i need to read about minos snake

[rebornologist]

♡ Misc. KHR + PIERCINGS AU ₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

totally self-indulgent thoughts and thotdump on anything related to piercings and a few khr cuties

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WARNINGS: piercings, some ideas with established relationships, mention of oral sex and sex and teeth, a whole schpiel about Gokudera as a piercer bc I got carried away... nsf/w sects under the cut!!

♡ Skull

Definitely guilty of being careless with his piercings, but he’s blessed with literal inhuman physiology so he easily overcomes every issue that arises with the aftercare. People with body mods can only dream of having it as easy as him…

He loves his body mods and I think he definitely loves other people with body mods!! Skull would get so giddy if his s/o suggested matching piercings or tattoos (I’ll save tatts for another time tho), and he enjoys changing his jewelry often for different events and sometimes literally just to show people how many holes are in his face as an absurd party trick. It’s very obvious that he has an absurd amount of metal in his body, but even he started losing track of the total over time.

There is nothing that flusters his s/o like the image of Skull absolutely worshiping their body, once he gets started he will not stop until he’s kissed them head to toe. They relish the feeling of smooth titanium contrasting with the warmth of his tongue as he runs the wet appendage over their flesh, following with open mouthed kisses and gentle bites, soft giggles escaping his parted lips as his partner squirms and curls beneath his touch.

His lip jewelry is definitely a statement piece, and there were initial mishaps with it getting caught in hair or other jewelry during particularly involved makeout sessions, so sometimes he’ll remember to remove the chain beforehand. He is a bit of a fiend for the feeling of it though, he loves his body mods and has gotten very used to the way the metal feels in and around his mouth, so he likes to have his fun with it!

The fandom seems to be obsessed with the idea of him having a dick piercing, soooo confirm/deny, y/n?

He’s quite proud of it and any extra bonus benefits it brings in the bedroom ;) However, he’s so used to piercings in general that he doesn’t think to warn his partner beforehand, so his s/o couldn’t decide if they were surprised or not when they first discovered what he was rockin’ down under.

♡ Belphegor

Bel with a tongue piercing. That’s it, that’s the post.

It gives him every excuse to urge his s/o to sit on his face any chance they get. He never keeps his stupid tongue in his mouth in his day-to-day life because he’s such a clown, but now he earns himself a flustered s/o whenever he sticks his tongue out suggestively.

Also the type to have a navel piercing; you’d get an eyeful of his lean torso, littered with scars, the crescent-shaped birthmark on his pretty waist fully visible with his pajama pants hanging loosely right below his hips, and a little shimmer of the jewelry in his navel. He most definitely will catch you staring, and will tease about it. He gets such an ego boost every time.

He’s observant, and despite hiding his eyes, being around this guy would just give you a sixth sense for when his eyes are focused on you. He’s fairly fascinated with the look of body modifications, and if his s/o had new jewelry in (perhaps even pieces that he gifted them), he would be sure to get a good long stare in, inspecting it before finally grinning ear to ear and complimenting their expensive tastes.

He seems like the type to have always wanted snakebites like every emo kid in the early 2000’s, but I can’t quite reason with him having them. Belphegor seems like the type to have an oral fixation, and that was bad news even when he wore faux lip rings, as he would absentmindedly end up gnawing on them while he was deep in thought, so the actual piercings just never worked out for him.

Also, will absolutely play with and tug on nipple piercings if available. He's a menace and you will have to stop him from chipping a damn tooth on the metal because he finds them fascinating to touch with his hands or with a more... mouth-on approach.

♡ Esper Mammon

Okay so I know it doesn’t really make sense for them because I think Mammon is kind of a wuss when it comes to physical pain, but the thought of the nation’s emo illusionist with at least some snakebites or venom piercings gives me so much serotonin so just let me have this.

The little ends of their tongue piercings would be a favorite of their partners! Their tongue piercing isn’t super obvious because their tongue stays in their mouth (except for certain occasions that only y/n would know about). They can imagine them wearing curved barbells or rings in their snakebite piercings and they just move so funnily when they’re emoting (their oh-so-common displeased face and pout) and it’s soooo frickin cute.

And to be a little thirsty up in here, the contrasting feeling of cold titanium and the way the metal knocks into your teeth when you’re making out (and Mammon gets pretty nasty when they feel like it) and the smoothness of the ball ends when you run your tongue over their jewelry never fails to send a shiver down your spine. They absolutely cannot deny that it makes their head spin, and maybe the initial piercing pain and complex healing process was worth it if the end result was this fun.

♡ Hayato Gokudera

He has quite a few ear piercings from his youth, and I can definitely see him rocking an eyebrow piercing in the future. He doesn’t think too hard about the sex appeal of it all, he just never really grew out of his emo phase clearly and still appreciates the aesthetics of it. It doesn’t soften his tough exterior at all, and he has lived his whole life not caring about how approachable he was.

That doesn’t mean that it doesn’t awaken something in him when his s/o compliments his choice of jewelry and how well his body mods suit him! The first few times they mention it, he’s a blushing mess; Later on, he takes that as a chance to show his thanks for the kind words ;)

Tattoo and piercing shop au Hayato would have me on my knees bro if he ever took up a job as a piercer, I would be a regular…

When you first walk in, the receptionist tells you that he’s the guy you booked with and initially you’re like ‘omg he’s terrifying I’m gonna die’ but then he flashes a small smile and tells you to sit and make yourself comfortable in the sterile room and he’ll be right back… and of course he returns with his hair up in a small ponytail and glasses perched on his tall nose, adjusting his black nitrile gloves before adjusting his equipment. Now you’re like, ‘oh I could get on board with this’. He doesn’t make small talk at all, but will check and double check, maybe even triple check to ensure that the marking and placement and everything is as you wish. And his hands are so steady that you take a deep breath in and breathe out as he instructs and suddenly, you’re rockin some delicious new jewelry and you’re forkin’ up a fat tip because that man is so damn foine and good at his job duh. For my voice lovin’ baddies in chat the way his voice rumbles deep in his chest when he whispers works like cat purring. I think that is the science behind it all.

#khr #khr headcanons #khr imagines #khr x reader #khr x you #esper mammon #belphegor khr #gokudera x reader #hayato gokudera #khr au #skull khr #arcobaleno skull #skull imagines #gokudera headcanons #belphegor x reader #mammon x reader

[im-outofideas]

an old new thing

fandom: good omens

w/c: 1977

summary: word vomit domestic life feat. crowley and aziraphale.

a/n: got dang this is all over the place!!! this is plotless fluff and very much self indulgent. self-soothing after season 2. also i cannot write kiss scenes for my life so it turnt stupid LOL. please do not pay it any attention and enjoy the rest 🫶

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"What on earth are you doing?"

"Convincing you."

“Well.. I’m not convinced.”

“You will be.”

Crowley stiffened. Over the last six millennia, Aziraphale had used distance as a hand over Crowley. If he'd suggested a scheme slightly too outrageous, or gone out and done it himself before relaying it to Aziraphale, he wouldn't see the angel for a long time. It sure took a lot of patience, being his..frenemy.

To be fair, Aziraphale was much more tolerant of mistakes than the angels he’d been surrounded by for all of eternity. Much more forgiving than the demons Crowley reported to. It only took hunting the angel down (not a particularly difficult task; he was conveniently predictable) and a little dance before they were back on their Arrangement and regularly scheduled meetings. Still, the weeks of silence frustrated Crowley beyond anything. He's glad Aziraphale decided to do away with the silent treatment since the notpocalypse.

He's taken up a new way to get Crowley to admit when he's wrong. Or to get him to admit Aziraphale is right. Rather than disappear, Aziraphale will cling. He’ll bother and bother and bother. He’ll talk and pout and follow Crowley endlessly until he’s had enough. Crowley definitely prefers this to the former method. He’d rather be annoyed endlessly than ignored for a little while.

Perhaps it's even why it takes so much longer for him to fold.

With that said, it's just so new. After 6,000 years of the same old routine, the affectionate turn in their relationship is taking some getting used to. It’s a bit much to handle in Crowley’s opinion. It's probably why Aziraphale does it so often, the bastard. He knows it's effective.

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Two nights ago, Aziraphale had been reading on the armchair when the lights inexplicably went out. He picked up the lit patchouli candle next to him when a sound came from the darkness.

Aziraphale has cleverly stayed away from horror content most of his existence. Unfortunately, this made him very unaware of most cliches used in films. He was an excellent target.

“Crowley?” He tucked the book underneath his arm, using both hands to grip the candle closer to him. Another noise came from the left.

Aziraphale went to investigate. Crowley was meant to be in Glasgow for a boogie-concert. Both decided it would be better if he had gone unaccompanied. The last time Aziraphale attended a concert with the demon, a spill to his tartan coat had him miracle every narcotic on site into the chalky substance they put in candied hearts. There was a lot of confusion among the mosh pit, mainly about the lack of confusion everyone felt.

“Is that you, mister Mouse? I've told you, it's not safe for you here. There are snakes in this household.” Aziraphale called out, but there was no response. All noises stopped.

He went to the front door, intending to check the electrical box outside. He swung the door open. Aziraphale felt a presence somewhere out in the night. Dread filled his guts.

He chuckled to himself for being silly. The list of things which could harm an angel were short. Other angels took up a majority of it. Fear was one of the hundreds of human attributes he's indulged in during his time on earth.

He took a breath of courage, but choked on it when a two-headed, red goblin roared out from the side of the doorframe. Aziraphale screamed, dropping the candle and the book. The goblin quickly saved the book from hitting the floor, but the candle shattered. The ancient and quite ridiculously flammable carpet lit up instantly.

Aziraphale clutched his chest and shouted several incohesive ‘oh dear goodnesses’ while Crowley blew the fire out in a long, icy breath.

“Hm, well. Wasn’t expecting that.”

Aziraphale pushed past him. “Oh no, oh no..” he softly repeated until he was too far away to hear. The lights inside the bookshop flickered on. Crowley could now see the charred stain over the antique rug. He hissed.

The “oh no’s” were returning, growing steadily in volume, until it was shouted right near Crowley’s ear. Aziraphale appeared in the doorway.

“Look what you've done!” He whined.

Crowley stared at the spot in disbelief. “How did it go up so fast?”

“You startled me!” He continued indignantly.

“It's October, angel. Really, what do you use to top off these carpets? Petrol?”

“You burnt my rug!”

“...would explain the Bentley's recent behavior.* Actually, you dropped the candle. Seems terribly irresponsible to keep candles in an old bookshop.”

“You turned out the lights. I needed to see!”

“Right, well. Not a big deal.” Crowley pushed the armchair directly over the stain. “Good as new.”

“Not good as new, it’s still all ruined.” Aziraphale enunciated dramatically. “I expect you to fix it.”

“You're being ridiculous. You can't expect me to miracle it out tonight. The two heads thing took a lot out of me. You can’t even see it!” Crowley sat on the armchair, covering the gap - in which the stain was still very much visible - with his legs.

“I don’t expect you to miracle it out,” Aziraphale said. “I want it restored. Naturally.”

Crowley groaned. “Alright, sure. Fine."

“And a new candle.”

“Whatever you want.” he said spitefully.

“And company to Derren Brown’s Illusionist performance.”

“Never!”

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Aziraphale is currently hugging Crowley from behind him, entrapping his arms in a one-sided embrace.

“No, I will not. Get off!” Crowley growled, pulling out his arms. Aziraphale remained hugging around his waist. Crowley huffed. “If a person makes a mistake, and then fixes said mistake, the mistake no longer exists and nobody owes anyone anything. I agreed to fix the rug. I’m not going to a silly magic show.”

“I’d hardly call it a mistake. The scare was certainly deliberate.” Aziraphale grumbled. “He who has done wrong unto another must make it up to thee who he wronged.” He made up.

“What, like… building interest? That's not how it works. Do all angels forgive like a bank?”

“Afraid so.” He hugged a little tighter. “Even though I've returned, I still haven't made up for… leaving.” The example seemed to spill out before he could ponder its appropriateness. “Didn’t do much good in the end, did it? So much was damaged. World nearly ended again. No, haven't even begun to make up for it.”

It's a tricky thing. Part of the healing process for Aziraphale had been to bring it up every so often, as casually as possible. Even during moments of domesticity. Perhaps one day they'd grow immune to the pain if exposed to it enough times. That was Aziraphale's logic, though sometimes he regretted ruining a nice moment with a sour memory. Crowley saw it more like a confession. A way for Aziraphale to relieve the guilt he felt. Guilt which hit him harder anytime he realized he was starting to feel happy rather than guilty. What a bitch, that guilt.

Angel’s felt nothing but guilt for over 6 millennia. Only for ever doing what he thought was right.

Personally, Crowley wished to never speak of it again. He didn't find it healing to reopen wounds. But he was working on his tendency to run from his fears, so he tolerated it.

“Course you have. I’ve forgiven you for that.” He softened.

“Yes, well..” I haven’t, he didn’t say.

Crowley squeezed the arm around his middle and took in a breath. “You can hold me however long you want, I’m still not going to the show with you.” He reminded Aziraphale despite not wanting to go. Perhaps he was running a bit. The subject is still awfully uncomfortable.

“It won’t kill you, my dear. It’ll only last six hours.”

“Six hours?? I’ll go mad. Add onto the week of you attempting all the tricks you've seen him do. Forcing me to watch. Forcing me to participate. No. You cannot make me- haha! You can’t make me go!” Aziraphale began to tickle around his grip.

Crowley tried to walk away, but Aziraphale followed surprisingly lightly on his back. Like a pair of wings. It would’ve been less frustrating if he had held Crowley solid.

“Let go!” He laughed.

“Oh, please come with me darling. We’ll have an incredible time. He won’t be performing here again for another year!” Aziraphale persuaded, pretending it was still his words doing all the bargaining.

“I- ehehe, piss off!!” Crowley stumbled over to the couch, legs beginning to give out under him. With a war cry, he suplexed himself Aziraphale-first onto the couch. His attempt to dislodge the angel failed. Infact, it only invigorated him. The hold around him tightened and the once gentle tickling turned deadly. Like a snake. Ironic.

There was an initial few seconds of kicking and cackling, before the laughter became true and bright. Still every bit as loud, but margins sweeter.

“GET OFF!” He shrieked.

“I think you’ll find you're the one on top of me. I’m quite frightfully stuck. I can’t seem to get out.” Aziraphale replied calmly. “Do you mind letting me up?”

Crowley struggled to sit up or wiggle off with Aziraphale still holding onto him. He dropped his head back and laughed in frustration. “Please!”

“Oh, alright.” Aziraphale chuckled. He stopped and let go. Crowley immediately rolled off the couch.

They both lay staring at the ceiling for a moment. Crowley turned his head to look under the armchair, directly at the charred stain. The cleaners wouldn't arrive for another day.

"Never do that again. Ever."

"I'll do it again the second your back is turned."

The threat made Crowley blush. There was another silence.

“Why do you want me to go with you anyway? I'll only spoil it with my complaining.”

“Nonsense. I enjoy most things more with your company. You could never spoil it.” Aziraphale stood up to straighten himself out. He stepped over Crowley, who frowned. Bastard didn’t even lend a hand. “But I suppose you’re right. I wouldn't want you to have a bad evening on my behalf.”

Aziraphale left the room without Crowley for the first time in two days.

“Hang on!” Crowley called from the floor. “What, that’s it? All that.. blasted effort into persuading me and you’re just letting it go?”

“Well, I tried everything I could think of. I figure you must dread to go if you're willing to endure all that tickling.” Crowley could hear him fiddling with cups. “I’ve stooped to torture. How you've corrupted me.” Aziraphale said low and fond.

“You only did it for a moment.” Crowley said as Aziraphale returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He furrowed an eyebrow.

“What’s this? You'll miss the performance if we start drinking now.”

“Oh yes, well… what's a year to beings like us anyway?” Aziraphale said gently. “Are you saying I could have convinced you if I kept going?”

“What? Ngk-no, no. I mean, maybe. F'ya did it long enough. This.. bloody corporeal thing. Right ticklish. But don't you dare!” he pointed at Aziraphale. He dropped his hand to his chest. “But the pestering. The hugging, I mean. I almost conceded there. Didn't, though. But that's only ‘cause I didn’t want it to stop so soon. Shut up!” he exclaimed upon seeing Aziraphale smile widely.

"Ugh." By that explanation, the same logic would have applied to the tickling.

“You could have just said.” Aziraphale smiled, bending slightly over Crowley’s head. He appeared upside down. Crowley looked away too late - a little smile was tugging the corner of his own mouth. “So, then, tell me. How can I convince you to join me?”

“Get me off this damn floor, for one.”

Aziraphale pulled Crowley up as though he were a feather, holding his hands. He scooted closer, straightening out the fabric over his chest. “And then?”

“Hm," he looked off. "I suppose you could give me a kiss. Might do the trick.” He said with a smirk and an old confidence in his words. He was grateful how well this communication thing was finally working out.

Both were flush when they parted. To Crowley’s dismay, a bit of steam trickled out of his ears quite cartoonishly.

“Look at the time!” he said, flustered again. “Ahm, better get a move on if we want good seats. Might as well be comfortable if we’re going to be there for six hours.” He hurried out the room to the front door. Aziraphale smiled and straightened with giddiness. How good the demon was to him.

“Bring the wine!” the demon shouted.

*referencing the headcanon that the Bentley and bookshop are in love with each other. 😼

#good omens #fluff #crowley is ticklish #he is at heart just a little bit of a good person #aziraphale is just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing

[thats-a-weird-warning-sign]

For the prompt game! Avatrice.... discreetly.

Thanks for the prompt, sorry it took a geological age! Please excuse my self-indulgent acadaemia-posting, and don't scrutinise the science too hard...

Finn doesn’t really want to be here. It’s all very well his lab lead saying that presenting at these kinds of things is a surefire way to get in the eyeline of future funders, that networking is half of the battle when it comes to being a postdoc, but that doesn’t mean he has to enjoy it. He’s still trying to fumble his heavily annotated lecture slides from the last presentation into his bag as he wades through the buffet crowd, paper plate with tiny quiches and cocktail sausages weaving through the air as he hustles to the main hall – he’s only got a few minutes before the poster tour groups start. He weaves through the neat rows of stands, nods to a few people he vaguely recognises, checks the smudged black ink on the inside of his left wrist – nearly sacrificing a cherry tomato to the floor in the process.

His poster looms like a beacon; after the countless hours he’d spent on the thing he could recognise it from a mile away. He sends his bag to the floor with a complicated, rustling thump – remembers a second too late the loose-leaf notes that are now surely succumbing to entropy, inhales a bitesize quiche to fortify himself for the coming battle.

Restless, he fiddles with his poster stand – wishes he’d brought the tape measure just to check. The venue mounted his poster, and yes, they’ve done thousands, but what if it isn’t quite square? That’d be the worst thing to notice 5 minutes before the first poster circuit begins.

The woman at the next display along seems to be having the exact same struggle. Finn watches from the corner of his eye as she stands, arms crossed over her pressed white blouse, surveying her own A1 display with a critical eye. As Finn fusses with his own shirt – nowhere near as smart as this woman, he laments at the creases he’s only just spotting – the woman reaches for her bag, a small black backpack sat beside a neatly folded jacket and pulls out the unmistakable form of the holy grail of conferences – a spirit level!

Finn sighs, rubs both hands over his face and berates himself for dropping the ball. His poster is definitely crooked. There’s no coming back from this – it’s all anyone will be able to see.

"Would you like to borrow it?" A softly spoken question breaks him from his spiral.

Finn uncovers his eyes to see the sharply dressed woman has stepped away from her poster and is offering him a small smile and a spirit level.

“Oh, god, yes please – thank you!” Finn accepts it like he imagines people accept priceless jewels, into cupped, shaking hands. “I knew I should have brought one, you’re so much more prepared than me!” He gushes, already trotting to his poster board, reaching up on tiptoes to reach the top border of his poster.

The woman huffs out a short chuckle.

“I doubt that.”

Finn checks and checks again – level.

“Of course it’s level…” He grumbles. “I could have sworn…”

“Mine was, too.” The woman offers, with a rueful grin. “Perhaps we are standing crooked.”

Finn laughs as he hands the level back.

“Thanks, at least I know I’m not losing my mind, at least.”

“No, or if you are, then so am I.” She smiles.

“Well, madness loves company.” Finn grins back.

“Your poster looks very interesting.” She stands up straighter as she surveys it, slips her hands deliberately into the pockets of her suit trousers – very faintly pinstriped, now that he notices.

“Thanks, I spent way too long crying over it, so I’m really glad you think so.” Finn sighs, before blinking apologetically at the woman. “Sorry, I mean –“ He fumbles.

“Mine was a beast too, don’t worry.” She saves him, still squinting deliberately at his results sections. He fights the urge to ask her what she thinks of the graph sizes. “There’s something about formatting for A1 that makes everything that bit more difficult.”

“Oh, absolutely.” He agrees wholeheartedly.

“This is really very interesting.” She murmurs, glances over at her own poster. “The organisers grouped us by research area, our fields overlap.”

“Oh? What’s your poison?” Finn asks, immediately wishing any other phrase had come to mind instead.

“I’m a little more clinical than you, it would appear – I’m working on the preliminary stages of a clinical trial for a new antispasticity agent in HSP – but we are both interested in the mitochondrial element of the disease process by the looks of things.”

“Well, you can’t ignore the mitochondrial element,” It’s tripping off his tongue – the bane of every lab meeting, the catchphrase –

“It is the powerhouse of the cell, yes.” His saviour’s quietly amused, quietly accented voice joins his stupid reflexive chant – but she’s laughing about it, and Finn grins widely.

“It is!” Finn shuffles to get a better view of his neighbour’s poster, “and it’s cool that you’re approaching things from that end, I never understood why that wasn’t already a thing.”

The woman hums, steps back over toward her own poster, taps with thinly veiled frustration at her results graphs.

“This is why.” She sighs, full of an unmistakable aggrieved resignation Finn knows all too well. “There was just so much variety in response, I mean –” she sighs again, sketches a circle around one graph in particular, “look at these error bars.” She gesticulates, raises a hand as if to run through her hair but seems to forcibly catch herself mid gesture, instead toying with a ring, twisting it between finger and thumb. “You can’t draw conclusions from results like that.”

Finn frowns, eyes darting over her poster, opens his mouth to refute her maudlin statement, but is beaten to it.

“Dr Silva, that’s no way to talk about your life’s work!” The admonishment is warm, the tone weirdly intimate – but hey, Finn’s met some pretty intense research teams in his time. The so-named Dr Silva startles, and Finn steps back as she whirls around to face the newcomer, expression washing from focussed frown to something Finn would be tempted to call wonder.

The woman who’s joined them is grinning – beaming really, and Finn feels a bit blinded by it. She’s beaming, and also dressed a little bit like one of Finn’s old-school professors - corduroys and everything, and she’s leaning on a heavily decorated cane. She’s also looking at Dr Silva like she’s the only thing in the world.

“Dr Silva,” Breathes his neighbour, confusingly.

“Dr Silva.” Echoes blinding-smile, stretching out the hand not gripping her cane. Finn feels a little bit like that meme his sister keeps sending him of the woman with the volume-of-a-cube calculation around her head.

The Drs Silva clasp hands in what is definitely some kind of fruity handshake, Finn’s deduced that much. This view is reinforced when the taller Dr Silva uses the fruity hand-clasping to draw the shorter Dr Silva into a hug that lasts way longer than Finn knows how to react to, leaving him inspecting his own poster and crunching aggressively through another half-forgotten mini-quiche.

He can’t chew loud enough to avoid eavesdropping though.

“Ava, what are you doing here?” Asks Tall Dr Silva, with frankly uncomfortable reverence. Finn chews harder.

“C’mon, Bea,” murmurs Shorter Dr Silva, “of course I came.”

Finn eats another mini-quiche.

“But your -”

“Bea, I wanted to be here for this.”

“But -”

“Shut up, Bea,” the tone is so wildly incongruent that Finn finds himself glancing over, blinking embarrassedly at the intimate half-embrace he’s faced with. “Obviously I was gonna come and see you present - ”

Finn’s stomach swoops.

“The presentation!” Taller and shorter Dr Silva jolt, and Finn doesn’t blame them – he basically yelled it at them. “Sorry! Sorry, but I just saw – it’s now – the discussion group are just there!”

“Oh, shit, sorry Bea,” Shorter Dr Silva backs up a few paces, but she doesn’t look very sorry. “Also hi, I’m Ava!” She waves jauntily at Finn. “Don’t sweat it about the discussion group, you’ve totally got this.”

Finn is not sure he’s totally got this, but can’t help grinning back.

“God, I hope so.” He brushes slightly sweaty palms over his shirt, dislodges at least half a mini quiche’s worth of crumbs. “I’m Finn. Are you presenting today too?”

Ava barks a laugh.

“God no, not here at least, not my jam. Just here to cheer on my ex-girlfriend.” She grins winsomely, laughing again at whatever Finn’s face does as that sentence lands.

“Ava,” Taller Dr Silva has gone pink, “you’ve got to stop doing that. Ignore her, Finn. Ava is my wife.”

Finn can’t really help but laugh.

“Whatever, Bea, just be glad I found something funnier than ‘my ex-doctor’.”

Finn snorts, incredulous – he’s pretty sure Ava just winked at him, though, so he doesn’t feel too bad about laughing.

“Ava, please.” Taller Dr Silva covers her face entirely this time.

“Ahh shoot, gotta go, the discussion group is nearly here. Finn, nice to meet you, you’ll crush it. Bea?”

Ava trots all up into Taller Dr Silva’s space, tugs on the hand still over her face. She laughs at whatever expression she is met with – Finn’s trying not to watch too obviously.

“Dr Silva,” murmurs Ava, before pressing a kiss to the taller woman’s lips.

“Dr Silva.”

Taller Dr Silva’s cheeks stay pink for her full 10-minute presentation – which is flawless, of course.

#warrior nun #avatrice #prompt fill #poster presentations my beloathed #shoutout to all the tiny quiches at conferences - were do they find them all??

[bitchbot3000]

✨ Fic Authors Self Rec ✨

Rules: Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass this onto other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Thanks @firecoloredwater for the tag 💜 Tbh, I'm still trying to be more active on tumblr but I'm not very good at it, so if I end up tagging people who've already done this, we'll just pretend I didn't 😌 @silverutahraptor @insomnikat-mused You're up next?

Now, on to the recs...

A C I D U L A T I O N

Megumi / Sukuna | Explicit

This fic feels a little weird for me, I can't get a clear view of it because I wrote it over a space in time where I felt like something was changing in the way that I write (still in it, tbh), but there are parts of it I'm really in love with, even if there are a few that feel iffy as well.

Zen’in Megumi is an amusement. Something to toy with; twist and squeeze and bend until he breaks. He is also a threat, a rare and sincere one, and the thought of what he might become—more than just promise, more than potential, more than the mere possibility of being brought to heel—is perhaps the most tantalizing idea Sukuna has come across in all his years spent languishing amongst the chaos he creates. Unfortunately, something still holds Megumi back. Or rather, he still holds back something within, and Sukuna cannot fathom why he allows himself to go to such waste. Megumi breaks the monotony of Sukuna's lifestyle of lavish violence with his potential to become a worthy opponent. Sukuna will see that said potential is realized for the sake of his own amusement, and wring whatever else he can from Megumi in the meantime.

W H I R L W I N D S

Hashirama / Mito | General

Okay, honestly, this fic was SO outside of my typical box. It's sweet, it's soft, it's not explicit in the least, and it's canon abiding! And yet? It turned out to be one of the most naturally flowing things I've ever written. It was for an event that had a limited word count, so in retrospect, there are a few things I'd like to let breathe more, but it's not the end of the world, I'm still very happy with it.

Mito’s mother has been gone nearly a month. When she returns home, she returns with many stories to tell of the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Hope colours more of her words than Mito might have expected for a land so recently war-torn, and when she dismisses everyone from their company for evening tea and hands Mito a scroll sealed with the stamp of the Leaf, she understands that it was for her own sake.

N O W A N D F O R E V E R

Aemond / Lucerys | Explicit

I fell into and back out of this fandom at light-speed which is probably for the best cause honestly, it looks like a hot mess, HOWEVER, I'm very glad I wrote this first. It's horny, the writing flows well, and it has incest! What more could you want?

All his life, people have looked at Lucerys and seen only what should be, rather than what is. Here and now, he can choose what others will see when they look his way.

M O S A I C E Y E S : R E M I X E D C 1

Fem!Izuna / Tobirama | Explicit

A few of you have probably read Mosaic Eyes, the Remixed series is essentially a series of unconnected "alternative" chapters, each written as if a scenario from Mosaic Eyes had taken a different turn. The first chapter was a total indulgence in making Tobirama the worst version of himself that exists in my head, and I've always been very pleased with how it turned out. He's a HUGE bastard. Enjoy.

“I think,” he crouches in front of her, takes her jaw in hand and squeezes until he can feel the bruises blooming under her skin, “that before you are your brother’s sister, you are my wife. You can scream from the rooftops that your husband has violated you and be ignored. You are my property to do with as I please, have no delusions about that. Your brother may take issue, but so long as you are alive and in my hands, there’s little he can do without risking you and your life is the one thing he will not take action against.” “You would ransom my life to continue raping me?” “I would have a wife who behaves as one.”

U N B O U N D S E R I E S

Multi | Explicit

Alright, last but very much not least, this series is my baby. Which does make it a little bit insane that I haven't published anything for it in about a year and a half.

When Naruto ended, I hated the epilogue, and I spent years afterwards considering what might be a more fulfilling ending for the characters. Eventually, this series took shape and I ended up with an outline totalling about 60k (rip). I wrote the first part, published it, and then life happened.

Now, I'm actually pretty glad for the delay, because the story definitely lacked direction and depth and it was going to be way too long for those not to be staples. I've done an unreasonable amount of revision to the outline, and I'd like to revise part 1 a little bit as well, and then get back to writing this in the new year once all of my other WIPs are done and dusted.

When the chaos of war has abated and the dust settles, there's nothing left but rubble and ash. All they can do is rebuild. A large-scale alternative epilogue.

#fic rec #chirpchirp

[ribbonpinky-art]

feeling melancholic and hopeless again. so im gonna just write out my emotions and none of it correlating. self pity post galore

im thinking about things. life is rough. so stressful. my mental illness is worsening by the day. lots of stuff happens behind the scenes that i choose to not talk about

and what im thinking about now, is that who was once one of my absolute comforts (junko).. im thinking abt that adorable little fumo plush of her i ordered several months ago is just sitting on top of my other plushies.. that i wasn't even excited to have her when she first arrived.

i didn't care.

and that hurt, knowing i didn’t, remembering how much she once meant to me.

same with my Chang’e. i want nothing to do with either of them now. they no longer bring me an ounce of comfort, only dread and remnants of a self indulgent story of kindness that once lifted me up. it all died. feels too idealistic. i feel like im too much of an outcast to let this story exist outside my private circles. i dont even want it anymore, or if i want to ever again

i think as of lately, focusing on oc’s (including ones i havent spoken of yet) has been better for my state of mind

doesnt help that im kiiinda only appreciated for my Junko works!!!! awesome!! i dont want to draw her anymore !!! fml!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! other people are better at drawing her than me anyway, ya wont miss me. lemme focus on my evil lady oc instead...

maybe im being melodramatic, and i do not care. perhaps in a few months i will be enamored with them again? idk. idc either

i feel more disconnected than ever to fandom, when i was seldom a part of any of it in the first place. im that person that exists on the outskirts, not really part of their community. im disconnected to people. i cant make connections with anyone, but i never could .. ok . i could, with a couple folks here and there. im grateful they want me around (not counting my partner of course, theyre the best thing thats ever happened to me. im not just lucky, im fortunate af we met at all)

im aware of my own issues- im autistic, im unmedicated when i probably need meds to regulate my emotions, i live in a toxic family. im triggered terribly easily, and when im hurt, it *hurts*.

 i fear that, because of my strange way of speaking and how a lot of my conversations are stilted, and what i perceive as unusual behavior-- i fear i make other people creeped out/uncomfortable. irl or otherwise. like, maybe ppl will be friendly to me at first, but after a year and i dont say much anything and im just this creepy, quiet weirdo to them now. and thats so silly. whats creepy about me?? im a pint size thing who cant even look anyone in the eye very well. is that creepy?? ok, i struggle to talk sometimes, i might be uninterested in conversation but i dont want to be disliked for it-- idk ((ok i have “Creep” by Radiohead set in my mind because of my mental state, and its kinda funny to me for some reason)

i genuinely feel like i lack intelligence. i suck at thinking. i suck at thinking of words, remembering things, and the tiny mistakes i do make are SO small that it should be impossible to make the mistake in the first place. was i always like this? i feel like i used to be smarter , lol

i am quite literally, a complete failure in my family. i cant stress the truth in that enough. even my grandmother is disappointed in me and only wants to see a text message from me saying i got a worthy job in my field. that only thing that matters to anyone, my one and only point of interest in everyone i speak to in my life even outside my family, is that i dont have a real job. thats it. everyone is waiting for me to be.. someone.

because im no one.

but none of them have been a particularly positive influence in my life, seeing as im stuck here.

i genuinely feel disgusting for existing. my body feels wrong to be in when i am visible to any human being. perhaps even to any animal and bug, too. i dont want to be looked at, to be remembered by anyone who wont understand me

nothing is changing!!!!! and when it is, its worse than before!! why cant i just be brave and GO

..

..

..

not all of this reflects reality. i beat myself up a lot. mirrin knows it. i know it.

it hurts

#ribbonvent #tw i talk somewhat ableist towards myself. sorry #all in all... im just venting. take my particuarly heavy words with a grain of salt #i have a lot on my mind. this is only a portion of what stresses me #mirrin is helping me ground.. i love u mirrin

[indulgentandidiotic]

Vil w/ An AFAB!Reader Who's Gender Non-Conforming (HC/Thoughts)

A/N: Again, this is with an AFAB reader, with a feminine body. The reader also wants to dress masculinely and present a bit as such. This work also takes heavy inspiration from my own experiences. It's extremely self-indulgent.

CW: AFAB reader, reader implied to have female anatomy, gender stereotypes described, reader has an aversion to wearing dresses/wearing makeup bc of how they're perceived in their previous world

.~

Imagine you, starstruck by NRC after getting transported to it. You're shocked. You feel so.. free? Because it seems there are non-conforming men here everywhere you look at this school. Guys who wear makeup, who wear feminine clothing, who look more feminine.. There are people all around who don't fit the expectations of the people in your previous world, and you feel so free to do your own thing!

Walking around the school, no one makes comments about the slight strain of your chest pushing against the fabric of your uniform or the way your pants fit around your legs. No weird looks, nothing.

There's no one here asking if you're a girl or not. No one telling you that you should dress more femininely. No one telling you to wear dresses or skirts. No one telling you that you shouldn't wear men's pants or wear men's shirts. No one telling you that, "You don't look like a boy." No one telling you, "You don't look like a girl," either.

It just seems that there's so much freedom here. Who would've thought that you'd get transported into a world as nice as this?

.

Pomefiore is amazing. Vil especially is awesome. He may have his own assumptions about you, but he never says anything. He lets you do all the talking and all the explaining.

Imagine Vil helping you shop for clothes in the men's section. You'd always been afraid to go into the men's section to shop in your own world. You'd been afraid of the glances you might get or the comments you might hear if you took some men's clothes into the dressing rooms in stores. But none of that here, in Twisted Wonderland.

Or at least, if anyone was looking at you sideways, no one dared say a word when Vil was around. All too starstruck, all too intimidated. You felt confident shopping with Vil. You felt empowered to wear whatever you wanted, regardless of what others thought.

Imagine Vil getting you into makeup. Or at least, ridding you of your aversion to it, if any. All your life you'd been surrounded by people who told you that makeup was a feminine thing- and feminine was one of the last things you wanted to be associated with. But being in NRC showed you that wasn't the case. Being around someone as confident and comfortable as Vil was with his gender made you feel better with makeup. It wouldn't make you girly to wear it. Perhaps you even liked it when Vil did you up to try out new products. It felt nice to be praised for your looks when the person complimenting you understood you.

Imagine you telling Vil about all the things pushed onto you back in your own world. Imagine telling him of all the times you were forced to wear a dress during a formal event and you cried. Imagine telling him all the times you said you wanted to wear men's clothes and others told you that was weird. Imagine telling Vil about all the times you used pronouns other than she/her and people told you that you couldn't do that. And imagine him telling you they're all rotten potatoes. They don't know what they're talking about. You're beautiful and handsome and stunning just as you are, and your identity isn't invalid just because some idiots told you that it was.

.

**Ahem. Now, this work is not well-thought out. It's a dumping ground of my thoughts and emotions. It's very niche, but I hope some people might be able to relate and feel better knowing other people feel the same about gender or smth.**

#indulgent writing 🍓 #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader

[elmelloill]

i put this on twitter but what if i put it here too! my favorite lines (more like...sections) from the fics I wrote in 2022 :)

(with slightly more commentary than on twitter, perhaps) (edit: a lot more commentary than on twitter)

I included my aa4 zine piece on twitter but I don't think I will here, since I didn't actually write it this year and just happened to post it on ao3 in January after the zine released. So the rest of these are all Waver fics, because in 2022 I finally unlocked the ability to write about him.

i'm the one you can't ignore [rated M, excerpt is some implied nsfw]

So first, I'm so pleased with the concept of this fic. I didn't really take the idea seriously at first but the more I thought about it the more I realized that it's really the premise with the best of both worlds when it comes to the question of whether Iskandar remembers Waver in Chaldea or not. All of Waver's heartbreak and inner conflict AND the actual reunion all in one fic! One of the comments called it a "delicious little misunderstanding" and I love that. I know this is very much tooting my own horn but it's also my most popular fic of them by a Lot so it feels a teeny bit justified. And my goal this year was to write the things i really wanted to read so! I love everything I wrote this year a lot!

Anyway. Excerpt.

He had thought that, in this situation, it wouldn’t make a difference if Iskandar remembered him or not. It was purely physical self-indulgence, after all—what did it matter if Iskandar only thought of him as some attractive stranger to share his bed for a night?

But something in Iskandar’s touch was different now—they had never done this before, not remotely, but it was as though Iskandar had figured him out nonetheless, like he knew even better than Waver did what would make him unravel.

Actually half my reasons for this section being my favorite is because when I thought of it I felt like I unlocked the path to the end of the fic. It was simultaneously like "yes! this is it! this is the whole point!" while also giving me something to talk about through my sex scene that wasn't like, the actual sex, so i was able to get through it without my usual ordeal. But it's also my favorite because I'm just a sucker for the concept of Iskandar seeing straight through Waver, in any context. Being around Iskandar means being subjected to the mortifying ordeal of being known, for Waver, or at least I like to see it that way.

His Rightful Place [rated G]

But despite everything, when he raises his head to meet Iskandar’s gaze, an unassailable sense of reassurance overtakes him, and even though his heart is still pounding hard enough to echo in his ears, he feels as though something has slotted into place in his chest.

Waver Velvet, second-rate mage and stand-in Lord of the Clock Tower, should not be here in this alien place, trying to save the world, but at the same time, looking into his King’s eyes, he knows that he is exactly where he is meant to be.

I actually don't have much more commentary than the title itself. His rightful place! (Shameless use of the CE name because it makes me emotional and I'll never actually have it unless they rerun accel zero order just for me.) This one was fun though, and also sort of started from an idea I didn't take seriously right away. I definitely watched the entire Solomon movie hoping Waver would show up, but if my disappointment led to me writing something about it, then maybe that's fine.

Warmth [rated T, maybe it should be M?? i really couldn't decide.]

I really really wanted to write a kiss and (mostly) just a kiss. Making out is so often just a prelude to smut (in doujins especially. maybe I was flipping through too many doujins at this time lol) so I just really wanted to focus in on the kiss and that's probably why it kind of got out of hand. That and Waver's just so fun to write when he's a repressed gay 19-year-old.

All that said, my favorite part is just about Waver being Seen, again:

Waver hadn’t meant to look at him, but now he couldn’t look away. According to legend, Alexander’s eyes should have been different colors, one dark and one light, but it was hard for Waver to imagine anything more striking than the dark burning crimson that he was so used to. Had anyone ever looked at him the way Rider did? It was frustrating sometimes, how he seemed to see through Waver so easily, but that meant he was actually looking, when so many other people just dismissed Waver at a glance.

Waver couldn’t feign indifference to that gaze. Everything he wanted was laid excruciatingly bare, from his petty ambitions and his desperation for recognition, to the desire he had told himself had no place in the heart of a mage—Waver could hardly stand it, but at the same time…Rider was still looking, wasn’t he? Not with disgust, not with scorn…despite their disastrous first encounter, Alexander the Great was still looking at Waver Velvet with undeniable interest, as though he saw something of value where nobody else had, value that even Waver sometimes doubted was there.

And because I can't get enough of this whole concept, I wrote about it from Iskandar's perspective, next.

Bloom [rated G]

I loved writing this one. Giving myself an excuse to write about Waver's character development in Zero by making it into a fic! Iskandar POV was really fun and I hope to use it a little more in the future. While it isn't the excerpt I chose as my favorite, I really liked thinking about him getting excited about talking to Waver about the Iliad. I love when Fate points out (accurately) that he's basically a huge fanboy when it comes to Homer.

But I basically centered the fic around this metaphor so, it should be the chosen excerpt:

He’s changed.

He had the feeling of watching a desert flower burst into bloom after the briefest deluge. It was always a delight to witness the prickliest, most forbidding plants unfurl the sweetest blossoms after a rare rain, and Iskandar felt the same satisfaction now. His first impressions had not been wrong—Waver was weak and cowardly, overconcerned with frivolous matters, impatient, self-centered—but the spines and the flowers were of the same plant, after all, and it was just a matter of the proper conditions to bring out one or the other.

While this fic was largely just inspired by the thought of Waver wrapped up in Iskandar's mantle (shout out to the 4th hgw for taking place in February) I think I was also influenced by the scene right before Iskandar fights Saber (which I happened to be rewatching) because I hadn't noticed before how Waver stands next to him and just sort of...holds on to the mantle while he thinks about Iskandar's history and ideals. Prior to the scene on the bridge, it really felt like a point where Waver's attitude towards Iskandar is shown in it's final form, more or less, so I sort of wanted to place this fic directly before that scene and show Iskandar's feelings reaching that point, too.

Okay that's it! I had a lot of fun writing this year even if I didn't write a lot. My goal was just to create the things that I really wanted to see and I think I accomplished it, even if I still have things I'm working on that I haven't finished yet. If you read and enjoyed any of my fics this year, thank you!!!

#very sorry if this shows up in tags but hopefully the read more works #i'm only able to talk abt my thoughts on my favs in fanfic form and i was really happy to be able to do that w waver this year <3 #i don't know if i really made much progress with writing this year but i AM happy with what i created in the end #levblogging

[ventiswampwater]

2022 writing wrap up

tagged by my beloved @possumteeths MWAH ILY

Total Words Published: 

30,725

Additional Words Written: 

about 9k of assorted other wips lmao

and about 4k for a random non-fic writing project that I kinda......abandoned......but maybe we’ll pick it back up idk

Grand Total of Words: 

about 44,000!

Fandoms:

house of wax exclusively. smh. bc I lost my mind in october over it and have published nothing BUT content for it

however!! I would love to branch out eventually and write some other shit lmao!!

I have a bride of chucky fic in the works and I’d love to dabble into other slashers PERHAPS

none of them own this ass quite like those wax losers UNFORTUNATELY

Highest Everything (raw kudos, hits, comments):

it’s my first HOW fic, poacher’s dream...which is a categorically nasty and weird lil house of wax oneshot about bo sinclair bein nasty w/beer bottles.

glad to know that all of u are intrigued @ the thought of being debased w/a budweiser bottle by this hick loser bc same tbh

Highest Kudos to Hits Ratio:

pumpkin guts! a silly lil halloween romp in which the reader carves pumpkins with the worst men in america! spooky!

New Things I Tried:

x reader fics lol!! I never thought I'd write anything in that format! tbqh, I didn't think I'd return to writing fanfic at all! bc for years I’ve had this cycle of getting into something, writing one (1) fic for it, losing all interest in fic writing, and disappearing off the face of whatever fandom I scuttled into lmao

seems like the only thing that motivates me to semi-regularly post fics is the concept of screwing the vilest fictional men?? interesting!! I love my neurological functions

Fic I Spent the Most Time On:

it feels like it was sanguine lmao

I wrote 9.5k words of weird cerebral EDGING porn for this deranged elvis impersonator and his mechanic LARP

I really did 

and it’s 100% the least accessible of my fics bc it’s Peculiar™. but when I tell u I sat and absolutely labored over that fic rfhsdjwjfedskrfjwds

I put a lot of time and energy into it and it knocked 7391932 years off my life tbh

Favorite Thing I Wrote:

something borrowed! 

I think it’s the strongest fic in my catalogue tbh. Just pacing/format-wise. I really like the overall structure and tone! It’s this strange little foray into Bo’s demented little pea brain and has several scenes I love a lot 

I’m also very fond of miss ambrose, my lester fic! it’s just GOOFY fluffy nonsense!!! I had SO MUCH fun writing it 

Favorite Thing I Read:

everything LITERALLY EVERTHING that my fuckin INCREDIBLY talented friend @possumteeths​/ @raccoonspooky​ wrote!! like I’m actively trying to narrow down my favorite and I am having the most DIFFICULT time bc they are all works of fuckin art lmao

I literally just reread obedient dogs the other day. go read that. have u read the SOUL SHATTERING and AWARD WINNING they'll pay you a thousand for a kiss & .50 for your soul ?? HAVE U?? BESTIE if U HAVE NOT??? 

basically, go gargle down all of poki’s content idk man IT’S ALL SO GOOD 

@visceravalentines​ wrote THIS incredible piece and it made me clinically fuckin insane. edit: AND THIS ONE. HOLY SHIT. I have reread both of these 7382817983 times!!! meg ily!! u just wait I’m gonna attack ur masterlist like a frenzied bear after a long winter hibernation I swear

regrettably, I didn’t consume a ton of fic this year!! granted, I only got into this fandom in october so I have time to catch up lmao!! definitely plan to have a more extensive list next year 

Writing goals for 2023:

write more nonsensical insanity and just have fun lmao

as for concrete plans!! I’d love to write a whole series of x readers with horror ladies (final girl/villain/what have u)! carly and tiff are already on that list, but if you have any other ideas, I’m all ears! I need to brush through my horror lady mental catalogue and give them some ao3 rights lmao!

New Works:

The previously mentioned Carly x Reader fic! It’s been my super self-indulgent brainchild for the past couple months, and I love it a lot! I really want to hammer it out this month and toss it out into the internet void......but we shall see. 

If only I can get the weevil that is Ho Binclair out of my goddamn scriv doc..........speaking of him.......................

☢️💥🤡 I’ve got 37171984918342 Bo WIP’s bopping around my skull at all times yikes🤡💥☢️

I don’t need those. u don’t need those. I’ve already written enough for this man. what else is there 2 say!!! and yet

I’m also writing bits and pieces of this multi-chaptered Vincent slowburn. that will be out..............................at some time? in the future jfrdsjhrjhwfdskrwfds who knows

tagging the writer moots that I haven't already seen tagged!! no stress of course mwah 

@visceravalentines, @venus-haze​

also consider urself tagged if u read 2 the bottom of this hell post 

#:^) #sam speaks #tag game