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futureplayboibunnie · 1 year

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Sherlock x fem!reader

- ugh my sherlock smut fics are always the longest thing ever. i know this idea is a lil cliche but do i care? fuck noooo. this one had me blushing by the end not gonna lie. also btw i love y’all sm u guys reblogging and replying to my stuff makes me want to scream in the best way xx

You were opposite Sherlock. Sat in John's christened seat. He wasn't in right now, you were unsure if that was a good or bad thing as of this moment. You were both staring at each other intently, not saying anything, legs crossed. Insanity began to seep into your bloodstream. You were pressing your luck the longer you stayed here but you were too drunk off of his presence to care.

Sherlock was a different man all together.

He was a pompous, self entitled prick and you were stark raving mad- it wasn't a harmonious coupling but the electricity was just pulsing through the air probably due to the events earlier.

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Sherlock was needed to go undercover to a prestigious black tie event that he didn't want to go to in order to blow the lid off of drug smuggling ring; it was honestly a juvenile task for him but he had to grin and bear it. He was informed that he needed a plus one.

The only person that popped up in his mind was you. You were capable of handling it. Determined enough. Bold, daring...beautiful- you could be helpful to him.

The days leading up to him asking you were hell on Earth, his nails bit into his seat everytime he thought of it. You on the other hand put yourself forward and leapt at the opportunity, without his knowledge of course- Mycroft made sure of it. It was his twisted form of inflicting torture upon his brother, racking his nerves when he least expected it as a form of entertainment. Mycroft hadn't seen Sherlock this nervous in a while, he was concerned it would effect his perfomance on the field but it didn't matter, it would be entertaining to watch altogether.

When he asked you on the evening the event was actually on, you were impassive.

Sherlock was confused when you only replied with a brusque 'I know.' You were pacing around your apartment wearing a pretty slip dress, not too formal, not too casual- just right. He thought it was just for the date with one of the chief detectives that you were putting off, maybe his incessant asking got to you and you gave in. The thought soured his mood but he had no right to feel that way. He brightened when he found that you were actually accompanying him this evening, although any other day he would have been seething at this unexpected surprise...but the surprise was you.

‘’Is this good enough for you?’’ You asked while putting on your earrings, heels clacking against the laminate, wildly looking for the validation you were sure he wouldn't be able to provide you. God knows every single female interaction Sherlock had ended up in him offending them.

‘’Uh...yes. Good.’’ Sherlock said. You weren't sure what his tone carried or held, he was very passive.

Sherlock's felt his peripheral blur slightly as the sight of you. You were stood there panicking about something you shouldn't even have a second thought about: your own beauty. The first thing he deduced out of you was that your insecurity was glaring, clear as day- yet Sherlock couldn't figure out why. You were incredibly confident with your work, you knew exactly what you were doing, impossibly assertive and determined when you needed to be. so why did you worry so much about how you looked?

You looked stunning. He was left hopeless. Sherlock shook the thoughts out of his head before it consumed him.

‘’It better be because we need to leave.’’

Sherlock was very abrasive the entire evening, it irritated you. Your mind was pacing to uncover what was going on in his, he was the mystery you were keening to unravel but then again not even John could pry secrets out of him. How could you ever get close to figuring it out?

What was he thinking?

What did he want?

How is he feeling?

What is he doing?

Why were you feeling this way for someone so distant?

You hooked your arm against his while you were nearing the ballroom floor, the feeling of his tailored suit making your body wirr and buzz already- you were sure he could feel it. Sherlock definitely did, he was wondering if it was out of nerves; he definitely couldn't deal with a jittering version of vou throwing a wrench into all of his plans for tonight. He let out an exasperated sigh and it only made your face contort into a frown.

‘’You're being incredibly curt this evening.’’You said, annoyance lacing your tone.

‘’I'm not I just want to get this over with.’’ He replied, eyes locking with yours in a perpetual and longing battle. A plead for an answer you'll never get.

‘’Dance with me.’’ You said breathlessly, pulling on his arm to tug him to the dance floor where all the other couples were gazing wantonly in each other's eyes while whispering sweet nothings into every ear.

Sherlock felt himself trip up for words as you pulled him into your embrace.

‘’Put your hands on my waist.’’You breathed into his ear, the feeling of eyes watching your every move. You needed to sell whatever it is you needed to sell to the people you had to take down. ‘’Hold me.’’ Your tone was that of an instruction, Sherlock was never one to listen but in this instance he was willing to listen to you. It felt as though Sherlock was adamant on putting his hands on you, the thought darkened your already straying mood.

Sherlock was afraid that if he had his hands on you, he simply wouldn't able to let go.

He did though. His large palms met with the small of your back and your hands went to his broad shoulders, your breath halted slightly. A twinge of electricity coursed through your entire body at his secure touch. The man had so much power over you, it was embarrassing.

The cinematic strings were plucking creating a symphony of beautiful classical sounds as you danced together, swaying to the music.

‘’We don't have time for you to shove your intelligence into everyone's face.’’ You muttered seriously into his ear, face dipping near the crook of his neck.

‘'Not possible. Let me just get this done and I'll pick you up once it's finished. These people are pretentious enough to turn a blind eye towards me. In this case, I think that will work in our favour.’’

Sherlock was trying to get this over with, his mind was preoccupied with something else: you. He was dancing with you. He was touching you. He was feeling territorial over you even though he had absolutely no right to. He was in your air, he was enamoured by the scent of you, your sweet perfume clouding the air he breathed. You looked enchanting but he simply couldn't let himself tell you that. Sherlock was supposed to care for no-one, for nothing- he was married to his work, that complex mind was too rough to let alone care for.

‘’Is this what this is about? Wanting to go solo?’’ Your tone was accusatory as you lifted your face to meet with his scorching eyes.

‘’No. Mycroft is breathing down my neck and I need him to get the message that I can handle my cases.’’ He gritted.

Your fingers played with tufts of his hair as your lips were dangerously close to his ear. ‘’You know what I think?’’ Sherlock felt his heart hammer slightly as your fingers continued their ministrations.

‘’It's all a cover.’’ You whispered, gazes interfering once more, that cool breezy blue boring into yours, faces merely inches apart. Sherlock's face was hard and his lips thinned into a straight line.

‘’Cover? How so. Enlighten me.’’ He said lowly, eyes not straying away from yours for a single second.

‘’John was a cover. He was a cover to show that you do have a heart, some twisted sense of humanity but I don't think that's true anymore. You'll always want to be alone, you'll always want to do this alone. I'm not saying it's your fault but...the people in your life that care about you deserve to be more than just a cover for you.’’

Your face was etched in compassion, with care, with longing. You looked so beautiful and it concerned him to an immeasurable degree, his face was lifeless as he glared into the deep abyss of your eyes. Sherlock hated the way you saw through him, it was deeply startling for him to hear the words from those delicious lips, those lips that can be dangerous and do more harm than good. Especially in terms of Sherlock's ego.

‘’I'm being a cover for you right now. We're undercover.’’ You added, almost saddened by the thought even though Sherlock believed the opposite. ‘’Dip me.'’ You ordered and like the fool he was, he did.

Sherlock twirled you and dipped you, his grip on your waist as he stared down at you was akin to that of a iron grip- as if to never let go. As if your life was in his hands. The look between you was that of pure desire, looking through the hubris, the frailty between you both. It was potent. Heady. Intoxicating.

Your fingers carded through his soft curls, your slight exhales the only thing that could be heard.

Sherlock straightned you up to stand, faces barely inches apart, lips almost grazing each other. His eyes flitted to your lips, those lips that can make or break him. Right now, you were breaking him. Sherlock kept you close, it was evident the way your chest was pressing into his, your breathing was becoming heavier with every second he had you like this.

‘’You're wrong.’’ He said huskily. ‘’You're not a cover.’’ His breath fanned your face, eyes heavy as if to reflect his heart.

You didn't know what to say, all your mind was on was his lips. His lips were so close to yours and you were unsure of how to handle yourself like this. It took an eternity for your tongue to remember how to speak.

‘’Don't make me be so resilient.’’ You said under your breath, it was only just audible but it made his ears prick up in a heartbeat.

Sherlock's mind was reeling and then all of a sudden it drew to a blank. He had you right in front of him, pleading, begging for him to make things easy for you. To be soft for you. To want you. Maybe you were trying to catch him out, find a moment of weakness within him. His trust was compromised. With a heavy heart, he had to let you go. The case was begging for his attention more, he'd only disappoint you. He wouldn't be able to give you what you need, what you asked of him.

He let you go and left you in the wind. He walked away.

All he could do is walk away from you.

Your heart shattered inside of the crest of your body, the shards falling into your lungs making it difficult to breathe. All you could do is suck it up.

Sherlock Holmes was never prone to falling for someone, how could you be stupid enough to believe that you could actually mean something to him? You scoffed at the thought. He left you high and dry in the middle of the dancefloor and it just proved your point.

He wanted to go alone. That's all he ever knew.

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Now you were in his flat. Alone. With him. Only him. Sherlock was able to apprehend the drug smugglers and bring them into Mycroft fairly quickly from the time he fleed you from the dance floor. The thought made your soul wilt a little but you were reguivinated by the fact you were in his space, you were with him right now. Sherlock asked to go somewhere private to talk, you didn't think it would be to go to his flat. You were unsure what he wanted to talk about, he made his intentions very clear earlier.

You just glared at each other silently, knowing how calculating he was you were sure he could read your thoughts. You could cry to the clicking of time it was going so slow.

‘’You look beautiful.’’ Sherlock complimented, his voice sincere. It made you square your shoulders and eyelashes flutter, it could only be noticed if he looked at you close enough and knowing him... of course he does.

‘’Thank you.’’You replied bashfully.

‘’I'm sorry.’’

‘’For what.’’

‘’Leaving you.’’ Sherlock's tone was serious and hard, remembering the moment was awful for him. He never really cared for other people's feelings, he always did what he had to do, but in this case it made him irate. He cared too much for you. How could he leave a woman like you?

Achilles Heel.

He was sure you would be his downfall.

But for tonight...just for tonight, he could show you just how much the man that supposedly had no heart cared.

‘’You did what you had to do. I didn't like it but I respect it.’’ You replied, trying to retain a modicum of humility in his presence.

‘’No you don't.’’ Sherlock caught you out so easily, it was like you were making it easy for it. ‘’Don't lie and say you respect it, because we both know you don't.’’

‘’I don't.’’ You acquiesced. '’Just don't leave me like that again.’’

You let the words hang in the air for a little, but it only just electrified the engery swinging through the room even more. Oh God, you wanted him on your lips, touching you with his fingertips.

Suddenly, Sherlock stood up and straightened his suit jacket; you watched him intently, wondering what his next move was going to be. He finally grabbed you by the arm and flung you from the sofa and tugged you into him so you were against his chest, you were disarmed immediately. Like the moment where he held you so close to him earlier tonight. An impossible ache began swirling in your stomach and you didn't know how to quiet it, it was becoming even more of a problem when his hands found home on your waist.

‘’Do you want me to promise that?’’ Sherlock grumbled, eyes roaring with an incandescent flame at the sight of you.

‘’Promise it if you think you can actually live by it.’’ You said softly as you stared at his lips. ‘’Don't say it because you think it's what I want to hear.’’

Sherlock pondered your words for a moment.

‘’What do you want to hear?’’ He asked, light as a whisper.

‘’How badly you want to fuck me.’’ Your voice was as deadpan, impassive. Sherlock was impressed with how you were containing yourself, your body was just begging to be touched by him and he was more than willing if you trusted him enough. ‘’How much you need me.’’

Sherlock gazed at you, completely lost in your request. His lips crashed against yours like stormy waves on the seashore. Lightning against the coast when his mouth tasted at yours. You didn't care if Sherlock uttered sweet little lies, his were the lies you would consume with no remorse. You tasted divine, a myraid of luscious tastes, cherry, peach, lust. You tasted like the world.

Your fingers flew to his bowtie and you pulled him closer with it, you let your lips ease against his as you pulled back to gawk at him, to revel in his reaction.

‘’I don't even need to tell you how much I need you...can't you feel it already?’’ Sherlock questioned and your mouth dried, you were drowning and only he could throw you a line.

‘’Take me to bed. I'll be good I promise.’’ You said whistfully, breathy and Sherlock grabbed you by the hand and whisked you to his room. His hands were fucking massive, his grip tight. How could he deny you when you promised him so sweetly?

He couldn't, and he didn't even want to stop himself. Sherlock had waited long enough for you.

He didn't even have the decency to slam the door shut, he wanted you to be as loud as you wanted. It was only him that could hear you. Unrelenting, you grabbed his head and kissed his lips roughly, a sweet moan echoing through the soul he lived in. His hand meandered all over your body, from your hair, down your back and to the curve of your ass. He was marvelling at your figure, you were a star that fell to earth, a light cast in the darkness of his head.

Sherlock grabbed you and pushed you on his bed, his whole body stirred and desire coursed through him to the end of his cock. He was just so ready for you, he has been for a while but he didn't want to disappoint you. He was falling to pieces while he was with you, Sherlock simply just didn't want it to end too quickly.

‘’Beautiful. So beautiful. Can you even begin to understand how much I want you?’’ Sherlock admitted and it made your whole body alight, it was humiliating. His nose grazed against yours, he wanted to see that look in your eyes when he said.

‘’No. I don't.’’ You breathed.

Oh no, this will simply not do.

‘’Let's change that shall we?’’ Sherlock promised huskily, you were keening to experience it, every single motion he made, every sigh and gasp he illicits.

Sherlock peeled you of your dress far too easily, your body bare and all for him to mark up as he pleases, all for him to claim as his. Lord you were enticing. He wanted to memorise every single dip and curve, every single reaction he can get out of you. It was like you were designed just for him.

Your nimble fingers flew to his jacket, you shrugged it off easily and then you got to work on his button down.

‘’You don't seem very patient.’’ You teased as you undid the last button and discarded it off him.

‘’You know I'm not.’’

Sherlock ripped your underwear off and shimmied the reminants down your legs.

His heart was thundering at the sight of you, as if he'd never seen a naked woman before. You were unmanning him.

‘’Sherlock...inside....’’ You mumbled, almost drunkenly. So intoxicated by his presence you were slurring your words.

‘’Shh...be patient.’’ He mocked you and again it disarmed you once more.

Your insatiable hands went to his zipper and undid it so rougly it was threatening to break. You stuffed your hand down his pants with a wicked gleam in your eyes, you marvelled at his grunt. It was so goddamn hot. Your slender palm began rubbing against his painfully hard cock once you pulled it out, he was so deliciously massive. It was glorious. Sherlock was sighing, gasping and grunting and it made your self esteem boost tenfold.

Enough was enough, he'd inflict the same torture onto you.

Sherlock's mouth fell against yours again, he was fawning over you, kissing at you like he had nothing to lose. His mouth travelled to your jaw and neck, his face was nestled in the crook of your neck, leaving small bites in his ever immortal wake. The pleasure was too painful to bare, you were about to explode.

He lifted his face to look at the way your face scrunched up in tense bliss, Sherlock's fingers meandered down the skin of your stomach and you shivered at the sensation.

‘’Do you want my fingers?’’' He offered deliciously and you were jumping at the opportunity.

You nodded fervently.

Sherlock delightfully obliged as he dabbled in your increasing wetness. Christ, you were soaked. You made it easy to plunge two thick fingers in you, he stretched you out and it made you go wild. Like a cat in heat.

‘’Mmm...so...good.’’ You stifled out and he chuckled lowly at your reaction.

‘’I know...I know.’’ He cooed.

A strangled scream got caught in your throat when he replaced his fingers with his cock. You were sure you saw the gates of heaven when he did. Sherlock thought you were a malleable and bendy creature, so well moulded to him it was insane. His brutal pace was unrelenting, he plunged in and out of you with abandon. With ecstacy. You felt your insides heat and burn up at his actions, his hands, his body, his mouth- everything was just too much.

Sherlock pinned your hands above your head, staring into your eyes as he fucked into you so animalistically. He would always be left untamed and that's how you like it.

‘’Feel needed now?’’ He gritted through clenched teeth. You kissed him furiously as a response.

He rocked his hips against yours, it was earth shattering. The tension falling in layers with every moment of pure unbridled pleasure and heated desire. Sweat fell down in small pinpricks and beads down your brows, he was working you so hard it was wearing you out.

‘’Sherlock…’’ You whined but you weren't sure what you were whining for, it wouldn't get you anywhere.

‘’Say it louder, it's only for me to hear.’’

‘’Sherlock!’’ You practically screamed as a means to get him to make you cum.

As if clockwork, you exploded onto him. This pent up frustration and pining turning into this insurmountable neediness that only he could draw out of you, he fucked you through your rippling orgasm. Your skin felt sticky and wet and it was just evidence of how desperate you both were. Your moan was practically a prayer. Sherlock lost his mind at the erotic sound, he sloppily came inside of you when you let him go from that final clamp. He let out a gutteral groun as he spilled himself free inside of you, he was too high off of you to care about the mess he was making. You kissed his cheek and he planted himself beside you to bask in your glory.

Sherlock was messy.

He liked leading his life on his lonesome.

But you saw through that.

You weren't his cover, you were never his cover. It just took you far too long to realise that.

#bbc sherlock #sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes fluff #sherlock holmes angst #sherlock x fem!reader #sherlock holmes smut #sherlock smut #sherlock fanfic

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stevebabey · 2 months

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I just read your x reader post (and the anon response to it) and good Lord you are right. I read your whole rant and I felt it in my bones!!

I've been in this damn app for over 10 years, and written for almost as many fandoms, and I'll say that the x reader tag has NEVER been this bad. It's not just st, it's nearly all of the ones I've seen and it's just gone down hill. It's really so fucking sad.

I was huge in the SVU fandom, and there were So! Many! Writers! We all reblogged eachothers fics and not everything had to be about sex to get notes! We LOVED when reader kissed the character for the first time because we understood that it was the yearning, the 'Oh God finally I'm having you' and not all about just fucking! God now even the most hastly written, shitty smut gets thousands of notes just because it's smut. It's so fucking disheartening. I've written a few things for st (one of which is the piece I'm most proud of, ever) and it got like, 100 notes on here. That's it, but I swear some 'popular' writers get so much traction just because they write smut poorly.

And not to sound like a boomer (cause I'm not a SWEAR) but the tik tok-ification of fandom and fanfic is ruining it! The lack of reading comprehension, the fact that reader has to be as description-less as possible or else "its not realalistic, I'd never do that, etc etc" makes me wanna rip my skin off. Fanfic used to be an outlet for so many people but the way its treated now makes it near unbearable.

(I'm so sorry I went on a rant you don't have to post this but just know that I agree with you 110%)

RANT! RANT! RANT! i’m so happy to hear people’s rant, i talk about these issues a lot with friends in dms and it’s very vindicating to hear it’s something that has bugged and annoyed more people than just me !

yes omg the way x reader fics have shifted over the last 10 years is INSANE— hearing that it’s not just stranger things unfortunately doesn’t make me feel much better lmao

i’ve picked this fight before back when i was in the spidey fandom because of this EXACT reason — where i was like hey…… sometimes things that have more notes….. are worse - because people have this insane thing where they will judge a fic? based on? its notes? and its like buddy how do u think a fic gets ANY notes if you act like that. truly its the worst, writers that are already big just keep getting boosted (even if they just write characters nasty fucking which is! ur prerogative! but it shouldnt be SUCH a factor in being popular/getting your fics read)

i’m not pointing fingers but yes i know a couple blogs that get HYPED because they both A) write smut constantly and B) write fast. and isn’t that just such a kicker if you can’t and don’t want to do those things? like even though it means nothing, there is no correlation between writing slow = bad writing, this site reflects that SO much because they never give that shit the notes it deserves

tiktok-ification god ur so right. it’s the way the mindset has shifted from these being wips, writing, pieces that you develop into instead content. consumable content. there’s such a disconnect between people that read shit tons of fic and the realisation that it’s produced by a person. they just hit the like button and go on anon to ask for an update and it’s like buddy it can’t work that way! the same way u like to read fic, writers want validation and engagement and questions and motivation!!! talk about biting the hand that feeds you 😭

[grabs ur shoulders and presses our foreheads together] we’re not crazy. it used to be better and we can make it better in time <3

#MWAH #i love u brave babeys letting me know all ur thoughts #ruby talks #asks #anon

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campbyler · 8 months

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HELLOOO firstly CHAPTER 4 WAS SO GOOD HELP IT HAD ME BUSHING MORE THAN ANY IRL PERSON COULD EVER BE CAPABLE OF. There was a lil sentence that was like ‘for some reason it had a lightswitch at each bunk, Mike supposes its practical.’ AND I WAS LIKE 🤭i think i know where this is going🤭 BUT IT WASNT THEM KISSING?! IT WAS NOT THEM FULLY HAVING A MAKE-OUT SESH WHILE SWOON BY BEACH WEATHER PLAYS. I didnt enjoy it any less tho 🤭 i was texting my friend like 👹GO READ IT. GO READ IT ITS SO GOOD.👹

Secondly when i say that IM GOING INSANE OVER THIS FIC i mean that im going 👏CRAY👏ZIE👏 LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY KISSED WHEN THEY WERE THIRTEEN?! DID THEY JUST KISS ON THE DOWNLOW?! DID THEY HAVE A RELATIONSHIP?! IS THAT WHERE THE RIVALRY COMES FROM?! WHAT DOES IT MEAN 😭 WHY DO THEY BOTH HAVE ISSUES WOTH FEARLESS BY TAYLOR SWIFT?? DID SOMETHING HAPPEN?? IS IT A CASUAL COINCIDENCE?! HELP- i have no braincells left floating around THEYRE ALL CAPTURED BY THE ASTOUNDING WORK THAT IS THIS FIC 🫡

When will someone prey on MY neurodivergence and propensity for liking kissing and being kissed and partaking in the all-around act of kissing 😭 (im aroace so i dont even like kissing or being kissed OR partaking in the all-around act of kissing BUT IM STAYING DELULU 🫡)

Also figure you out by djo being in the playlist was such a pleasant surprise cause its one of my favorite songs AND ALSO i listened to it recently, said to myself ‘hey this is kinda acswy byler coded 😌’ AND THEN FORGOT ABOUT IT?? 🤦‍♀️ so thanks for reminding me about the acswy byler coding of it, it’ll be (even more) on repeat now 🙏 LIVE LAUGH LOVE DJO ✊

Anyways I luv this fic so so much (if you hadnt noticed yet lol) its consuming my every waking thought (im so normal.) I HOPE U GUYS ARE DOING WELL!! 🫶🫶

THKANK YOU FOR THIS MONSTER COMMENT I WAS SO DELIGHTED TO SEE THIS COME IN!!!!!! let me try to answer appropriately 💪

LOL i think when i wrote that in (because the kiss scene was the first part written of ch04/acswy in general) andi commented on it like HEHEHEHE as well! we'd been vocal about the parent trap references before so i think it was a nice easter egg to put in there! there were definitely some people who knew the kiss was coming but maybe not a full blown make out while swoon by beach weather plays in the background 💘

i will remain silent on all of the intricacies of mike and will's 13 year old kissing and the fearless lore BUT i can at least reiterate what ch04 confirmed: they have kissed before! they were 13! it was mike's first kiss! at this time, i cannot confirm or deny that it was will's first kiss as well!

loving the way this neurodivergent line is probably the standout of ch04 because when i initially wrote it, it was definitely somewhat of a joke -- and then suni and andi said NO LEAVE THAT IN and it's everyone's favorite HAHA

ok thank you SO much for saying that about figure you out because it was the one song on the playlist i wasn't sure about! i think that it fits so well lyrically, but sonically i wasn't super sure, and then suni yelled at me so it stayed on and i'm glad because i also love it! glad you pegged it as an acswy song before it even got put on the official playlist!!

thank you again for your comment!! we are obsessed with you!!!!!!

#asks #ch04 #acswy spoilers

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veryinnovative · 6 months

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this is about to be a long fucking ask sorry lmao 😭 (but also..not rlly sorry)

james’ shorts have absolutely no chance against his monstrous thighs, they are fighting for their lives truly. i have always said jeg gives very sakuatsu vibes to me, but I think u could combine that a little bit with atsuhina?? james met sirius when he started high school, instantly fell in love with playing for him, and upon hearing about the younger black brother/seeing him play for the first time james instantly knows he wants to play with regulus one day as well. i think there could be a fun combination of that scene where atsumu tells hinata he will set for him one day but it’s the sakuatsu vibes of regulus just beeng entirely unimpressed with him when they first meet and even when they do start playing together. i feel like you can say that setters & liberos are the backbones of the team….james & reg being the ones to keep their teams together !!

also remus!! i vibe with him being a pinch server / middle blocker i think. imo he is very much like yamaguchi where he loves playing but he isn’t a prodigy and has no desire to pursue it beyond high school, he’s just there for the good vibes & to see sirius’ ass in the tiny lil shorts

also going off topic for a sec here…..skimmed through your prompt list and I can very easily say I am obsessed with most of them!!! the cat cafe? yes. shibari james? need him always & forever. hockey jeg fighting through the penalty boxes?? obsessed. older reg & younger james?? tbh haven’t thought about that much but I am sooo here for it. EROTIC CANNIBALISM!! i’ve always wanted to make an attempt at a vore fic im very happy there are others out there with the same goals as me ;) alpha/alpha jeg! i am…very insane over a/b/o and love everything with them always!

ok I could probably go on forever but I will cut myself off here lol!

u cld literally send me an ask the size of a novella nd id still eat it. cass i wna live inside ur brain. the atsuhina moment never even rly came 2 me. i am so obsessed with james' dramatic point of a finger. even better if one hand is curled into the net. absolute freak behavior when he states 'one day we are going to play together. until then, good luck trying to dig up my serves every game.' nd reg's like ? ok troy bolton.

[this is so fucking random but miya twins moments between regulus nd sirius if they ever did play together. I'm thinking abt sirius going for a serve nd it hits the back of regulus' head and then they're both fist fighting]

middle blocker remus is a fav of mine. even after high school he attends all their games together with the others like the girls (marlene. mary. lily) and he always wears an extra hair tie around his wrist for sirius. like even tho they don't play together anymore remus still has a spare one.

AND THE PROMPT LIST... i genuiinely wrote like 0 </3 mainly bc my laptop died on me and the display needed changing and I'm still waiting for it to come home. BUT YOU GET ME!! YOU GET ME! i need james to be tied up and tied down. arms behind is back or to the headboard. legs bend and rope loops around them. just entirely at regulus' disposal who first edges him to hell and back nd then overstimulates him until he's crying (overstim is my fav thing to write). AND THE OLDER REG & YOUNGER JAMES IS SOMETHING IV BEEN WANTING TO WRITE FOR A WHILE.. i love it when the older one is also the shorter one nd just a grump nd wears the expensive suits nd then u have james who wears the most horrendous time-withered Christmas sweater at home in early autumn nd manages to reduce scary CEO regulus black to a sobbing mess in his bed

vore fic... i've been thinking about one that's a little more hannibal-inspired. but also one a little more supernatural? I don't know. ghoul-esque jegulus or something so that when they vore neither of them has to die. it's just about wanting to consume. to absorb. to want someone so bad you need them to continue existing inside you. like sex doesn't even cut it you NEED to crawl into their ribcage. if u write a vore fic a tag is mandatory. i need to read and eat that shit up like they eat each other. i have this one line in future chapters where james tells regulus something along the lines of 'i am so in love with you it drives me insane i don't know what the insides of your eyelids look like and you do'. it's just about being so obsessed with someone you need them to stop breathing and be the one who does it for them. needing them to have one part of you in their being at all times. then again i just write jegulus crazy like this... woops

and i swear to god last thing bc now I'm also rambling nd gonna be late but alpha/alpha drives me insane. especially if there's a rut. the mild roleplay involved in it. the power play. I had a little excerpt of it written but alas, laptop still sent for repair. a few months ago I did write a little alpha/alpha stsg thing for my best friend nd geto gritted shit out like 'im going to breed you' bc gojo was riling him the fuck up while having his back blown out and it's also just so alpha/alpha jegulus (nd rosekiller) core. i just love alpha/alpha dynamics.

OH MAN IM SORRY FOR THE SPAM LMAOO. it's like a morning paper to trudge through. either way ty for the ask love <3 I hope u have a nice day/evening/ night

#answered #this was gna be longer but i need to rush out the door #all the ideas nd thoughts..#cant believe i met someone who thinks jeggy = skts ...#i thought i was being delirious

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love to see the watchmen stuff coming from you. i was working at the comic shop when doomsday clock and rorschach was coming out so i remember it pretty well :~) rorschach is my favorite character even though he's terrible. in every way. i kind of love him for it while dr manhattan is the worst guy ever. what are your thoughts

in a joking manner here r my thoughts:

in all seriousness my favorite characters r probably laurie, dan and rorschach :) i want to pin adrian to a corkboard like a moth and study him. adrian himself isnt an interesting character (or atleast as interesting as the others) but lord his dynamics w others need to be put on trial i think there's so much shown potential there. comedian is interesting and manhattan is too i jut also hate them both w a burning passion. obviously both of them are insane parallels abt the lost of humanity due to trauma that is treated as the norm or seen as simply just "as things are" (u ever think abt how comedian was 16 when he joined the minutemen? the same age laurie was when she joined the crimebusters?)

love what happened w laurie in the hbo series. love the rorschach comics. complex emotions abt the movie its both insanely accurate yet also makes me wanna rip my hair out bc there are some choices there that are absolutely insane??? are you fucking kidding me???? WHY. WHY DID U DO THAT TO MANHATTAN AND LAURIE'S ARC. HATE IT HERE.

before watchmen is good. most of it is shit but what is good is amazing. i love the minutemen i love the lore established there. obviously we can't talk abt watchmen adaptations without acknowledging how DC fucked over alan moore and dave gibbons but like. i am happy to get more content that i get to pull apart and examine because lord knows we're never getting the same type of content other DC franchises get.

THE VIDEO GAME IS SO WEIRD THE FIRST CHAPTER OF IT IS FASCINATING. I LOVE IT. THE SECOND CHAPTER IS BULLSHIT. UGH.

if prompted i could give personal reviews abt everything that ive read/consumed w watchmen. like detailed reviews. i think abt it constantly.

i actually have a watchmen oc/self insert bc thats how i consume media his name is jeremiah and he is. well! he sure is.

i dont like how most of the fandom writes dan and rorschach as a romantic relationship. not because i don't think there's something insanely homoerotic going on i just don't think they're able to be a functional couple. they've never gotten married but have divorced 20 times and 18 of those were rorschach's fault. i think there's a lot of untouched dynamics going on w adrian and comedian but i think that's just the watchmen that's in my head.

AND UHHH if i were to ever be in charge or have influence in a watchmen series i think we need something that focuses on the time when crimebusters first formed up until the keenes act. i realize that's been touched on in the comic but i found a lot of before watchmen rlly neglected that. i want more detail on backstory. my friend says that dev patel would play a great dan and honestly i think we should see where that goes. need more dan media. idc if he's "boring". he's my favorite war criminal.

#answers #brakshow #watchmen #dooo not think u meant or expected this much detail #and even then im kinda holding myself back from going into insane detail #watchmen is one of those media that i rotate in my mind Constantly but am in a stalemate where i dont have ppl to talk abt it with #so it just sits there and explodes #long post

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de4dlyniightshade · 2 months

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heyy :) erm im gonna fangirl really quick and then the request will be at the end incase you wanna skip to that part or anything, lol. okay so this is very much unnecessary and unasked for and blah blah but i don't care! i believe writers need to hear how much we appreciate them and their works because whew mama! ive been trying to write fics for like months and it actually is so horrible. i genuinely start to angrily vibrate bc my thoughts don't flow on the notes app. but i just wanted to say, nightshade, (ehehe that's so cheeky and silly for some reason) that i reallyyy love your work. its actually like horrific how much your writing just makes me so 😜😊🤭 i know you're not like a celebrity or anything, so it's gonna be weird with this like mini parasocial relationship thing, but please know your work has an impact !! a few months ago, i did something extremely bad and out of character while i was spiraling, and i decided that the best decision for me would be to quit using social media. (and beforehand i had quit using tiktok for like 7 months already and i wasn't that addicted to my phone but i still was consuming negative media) so, ofc, i stopped completely for a good month or so and only ever using youtube every now and then. buttttt, one of the first social media platforms i came back to first... was tumblr! it's actually so silly too because i only used tumblr like 4 times beforehand so i was quite new. but anyway anyway (im a yapper UGH) i really found that your posts had made me feel happy :) idk they kinda reminded me of myself before i went big bad that one time and it made me inspired to go back to how i used to be... u get me?? you're writing literally haunts my brain oh my lord it should be illegal to read your stuff because afterwards i literally have this crazy ass urge to read more and more and more. im lowkey an addict cause i be having my deadlynightshade withdrawals. the way you write is just so 😫 gosh, it's beautiful. i also love ur sillyness because like ME TOO. your random little posts are so me coded and i love it. YOU'RE SO FUNNY 😭 uhmm i just wanted to say thanks for being super cool and talented because believe it or not, the stuff you put out makes me really happy! (that was so melodramatic like mf they write about spencer being a pathetic pussy drunk bitch why are you saying it changed ur life?? its true tho.) erm yeah that's the end of that part i just again wanted to thank you 🙏 i wish we were friends SO BAD like you're actually awesome what the fuck.... but like how do u even become friends w ppl?? LMAO ERM ANYWAY 😍 can you write a blurb or h.c or something (honestly anything will make me happy) about valentine's day?? 🤭 basically spencer being SO FUCKING SHY because you can't stop touching his hands or hair subtly or like kissing his cheek leaving marks from lipstick or like getting him his favorite snacks/drinks/books/textures/ basically a gift that made u think about him?? ugh or him doing the same with you like him being the best fucking nerd boy ever and spoiling you so much like he goes ape shit spending well over his funds limit but it's worth it because it's you? or like sweet soft cutie pie sex? at the end of the day and he's like... Erm.. Pussy for 1 please! you were so pretty today... You always are-! (I'm mentally ill and writing this at 8:37 pm on a thursday night.)

this is. the sweetest shit anyone has ever said to me i actually cried ngl to you.

i'm genuinely so thankful for the little community i have created here i never expected such an insane amount of positivity and love from people just for the whack ass shit i write but that's probably just my perpetual self hatred and disbelief that people enjoy anything about me🤞

i think it's crazy how people on the internet who have never met me, don't know me, what i look like, or anything can treat me better than any of my friends have and i'll always be thankful for that.

ALSO! i love being called funny pls kiss me i never think i'm actually funny istg

i was also planning on writing a valentines fic ALREADY but this made me wanna write it even more as a thank you for this message it genuinely made my week(can't promise it ON TIME for valentines but i can try!)

i'm also so glad that my work and blog makes you happy, there's no privilege greater than making someone smile even when they don't feel like it</3

#📬 maeve's mailbox!#screaming crying throwing up #genuinely will think abt this for a long time #everyone deserves messages like this

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celia, arikado, leon, sara for the bingo 👁️👁️

Celia

Oh what a mess of a woman. I know it's more of a writing flaw but i adore how she switches between being a threatening villain to the most incompetent moron ever (seriously girl you fake murder Dracula's reimcarnation's crush and you expect him to not instantly murder you? Fr?). Plus depending on the source she either is legit indoctrinated in her cult's beliefs which gives her a sad facet or she has the more selfish purpose of preserving her own dark magic (and what do i say? I can make both work. I think). Plus the way it can be implied that she might have contact n even collaboration w Arikado makes it better (sorry for the ppl reading this but yes it works i swear im not insane). Go silly gal go! Play Machiavellian schemes with the literal son of the dark lord and underestimate your enemy!

Arikado

Oh boi and talking abt Arikado; the common idea of a grown up n stable Alucard finding stability after "ending" the cycle is fine and all, but the implication from his AoS n DoS behaviour that he is in a terrible mental state and unable to let go of the cycle? Beautiful. Amazing. Need me more of that. He's this beautiful mini reflection of the revenge cycle, and after living through it, with the goal of murdering his own father, for so long, and having it as his sole purpose, it has devoured him n broken him. And he now wants to take control of it with his own hands, is showing both the worst behaviour of both his father AND the Belmonts (haha SotN parallels w Richter) and might end up making matters worse :) (I blame you for indoctrinating me into the neg character arc Alu, thank u) Anyways someone force this poor moron to take vacations before he loses it

Leon

THE HIM. MY BABY BOI. I love his honor n morals and how he chooses them in the face of great suffering. His bravery and impulsiveness. How he's sassy can fall into black n white thinking. How loyal he is to those close to him and how much he cares. The balance between his own feeling n his morals. The parallels w Mathias n Sara n Rinaldo. And just hmmmgjsgkwkgd my poor boi

I can't decide if i want him to recover from the LoI events or if I want him to be consumed by his traumas and thirst for revenge but in any case he goes into the blender *puts him into a sock w stones and smacks him against the walls multiple times*

Also, salt warning here but i feel like fandom either exaggerates his neg traits and acts like Mathias descent into madness ("hello church can i abandon our very important military campaign to be at home w my best friend. He needs cuddles n emotional support that will surely fix him. No it's not gay dont worry. Thanks :)"), Sara getting sealed into the VK (which she insisted on and convinced him despite his initial refusal) n the Belmont clan's burden (he did got them into monster hunting w the whip but there's no way he knew how bad things were gonna get) were all 100% his very well informed fault; Or makes him into an idiot sunshine boi who doesn't knows what death is (he's an undefeated warrior with a who knows how large body count) can't think or lead (he maintained the company undefeated during Mathias' illness) and a perfect innocent n easy to manipulate uke for his sexy older seme (I'm not saying they canonically fucked you can perfectly interpret their relationship as 100% platonic or having something but deciding to respect their girls or etc etc. But if they did the nasty then he had to rail Mathias at least a couple of times). I admit im veeery biased and picky regarding this balance but still. He has facets i say

Sara

Yes my anger girl. Let her commit crimes. I wanna write a post abt her but to resume i love her as a symbol of destroyed innocence (ha). A sweet gal who did helped everyone and was good n nice and disliked violence only to have her life ruined in so many ways that her inner frustration blooms into a divine wrath n bloodthirst. Like i said before I adore her relationship w Leon and how they made eachother better n then worse :). Plus, the manual describes her as strong hearted! She obviously loved Leon n was happy to see him! sacrificed her life in order to not turn into a vampire and instead stop Walter from harming more innocents! She has agency and her choice was crucial not only for Mathias convoluted plan but for the whole cycle. (Ppl stop forcing the "boring 100% sweet harmless never angry gal who always got dragged around by men as an object" archetype on her challenge. Yes i used to be like that but i got gud. If i can recover so others can)

And then she had to see how Mathias betrayed her n Leon and then tried to take him, and dealt w the mess that post-canon Leon was, both together but separated, furious and crushed on the other's behalf, until his death :). AND then she had to wait hundreds of years to avenge him only to have to kill the same bastard over and over and over again. Mix in vampire corruption and you have a caring but toxic Belmont Matriarch/Whip stuck in the cycle. So yea let her have negative emotions and commit crimes (Sorry John).

#me answers #castlevania #sorry for the ppl having to deal w my inner salt 👉👈

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weizhiyuan · 28 days

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9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better:

Thank u @troubled-mind for the tag!! I swear I didn’t forget to do it hahahah

3 ships you like:

Ok so I’ve technically done this tag before BUT I’m gonna take this chance to do 3 DIFFERENT ships from when I last did it hehehe

wei qian & wei zhiyuan - unknown

currently airing angsty Taiwanese bl my beloved. They’ve been on my brain all goddamn day. Ep6 was INCREDIBLE and I keep going back to rewatch parts. I can’t wait to see how their relationship develops and ahem.. certain scenes the cast has teased lol

hira & kiyoi - utsukushii kare

I never stop thinking about them. I have a literal whole paper I want to write about just One aspect of their relationship which I WILL COMPLETE one day. They have the perfect dynamic… they r so like hualian it’s insane (both ships unironically redefined my expectations in love forever). Utsukare is a masterclass on characterization imo and that makes it such a fantastically written romance. I’ve never related to a character sm as I have w hira so ummm if there’s any kiyoi’s out there.. hai <3

aylin & luna - 23.5 degrees

I have to put at least ONE of the 23.5 couples on here!! These girls r so catered to me… I can see myself in both of them in diff ways and I love it so much!!! This show is so sweet and I feel so lucky I get to experience it live

First ship ever:

I said this last time but I also don’t rlly remember… probably the doctor & rose lol. Maybe something from an old Nickelodeon/Cartoon Network show idk

Last song you heard:

youtube

NOCTURNE AND FIRE DANCE!!!! My lowkey all time favorite harp pieces. I CAN play this I just can never get a good recording so idk if it’ll ever see the light of day to those that don’t know me irl. It’s challenging in a fun way. Anyway I was just listening back to a full performance! (But aside from that I’ve had a few bl osts, mainly from unknown, on repeat lmao)

Favorite childhood book:

Maybe something like the 3 scary stories to tell the dark series? Or miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children? I liked scary stuff

Currently reading:

……….yes I am still in my tgcf reread. But I haven’t had time bc I’ve always had other stuff to do 💔 I have a few other books I need to get to as well…

Currently watching:

Anti reset, unknown, 23.5 degrees, love is better the second time around, and the miracle of teddy bear (+ a few things that are on hold I guess. And I’ll start jazz for two tomorrow once it airs)

Currently consuming:

Nothing! But I had chicken soup earlier and it was v healing :P

Currently craving:

A rested night’s sleep lol

Tagging: aaahh not sure who’s done this but @sailub @universe-club @sunsfancyscooter @grapejuicegay here’s a tag if u haven’t yet & want to lol

#why does my watch list lowkey feel super short #anyway thanks for tagging meeeee lol #tag game #b.txt

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phantomphangphucker · 1 year

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Phic Phight - Sing-U-Lator

For: @thefalsefangirl @higgidigs @briarlovesu @bibliophilea @idiot-cheesehead-archenemy

Song inspiration: Addict - Vivziepop and Alastor’s Reprise - Vivziepop Vlad and Danny have a proper talk but it's not really a talk or proper

Danny roughs up his hair, frustrated, why did Lancer always have give such open-ended ‘up to your imagination’ projects? Sure Danny didn't lack creativity but his creativity wasn’t exactly… normal. Plus, how was he supposed to make a song prompt without ripping off Ember? Sometimes being friends with a singer was a major double edge sword.

He’s half tempted to just call Vlad, dude gave some solid advice… even if it sometimes seemed slightly sketchy. What would he know about this though? Maybe he writes poetry in his rich person free time?

Thumping his head on his desk a couple of times, fuck it. Flipping out his phone and leaning back, “hey yo, Vladdie”.

“Daniel? Is there an issue. I am rather… preoccupied at the moment”.

Danny snorts at that, “I’d say with what but you're still all mysterious half the time. Anyways, my homework isn’t home working. Know anything to do with music?”.

“… I’m beginning to believe that you have a very concerning sense of timing, my boy. I’ve rather recently… acquired a seemingly ectoplasm infused music generating bow tie”.

Danny blinks hard at that, not for the first time since meeting the man, Danny’s had the feeling Vlad had sticky fingers or something. Sure, Danny also stole stuff… and maybe did so more now than he used to -which now that he thinks about it, might be ever so slightly due to some Vlad-related encouragement. But that’s a thought for another day- but Vlad was way more sticky fingered. “Why? Though I guess that could just make my music prompt for me”.

Danny jumps at a sudden voice, “that could be quiet a good idea. You are rather bad at this”.

Danny whirls around, “eh yo, what the fuck?!?”. It’s goddamn GhostWriter… Well at least it’s not Walker, or Boxy, or Skulker.

The GhostWriter seemingly ignores the teen, eyeing the paper instead, “you clearly have no love for the written word, as painful as that is, can’t have you embarrassing ghosts with your lack of lyrical diction”, summoning out his keyboard, fingers flying.

Danny groans loudly, “oh come on! Not this shit again”.

“Language, Daniel”.

The GhostWriter narrows his eyes at the phone, “and I would appreciate my artefact returned”.

And suddenly Danny gets hurtled out his window, half shrieking, “VLAAAAAAAD!”, angrily all the while. Granted… he couldn’t blame his -sometimes sketchy- mentor too much; Danny was usually the one who caused issues and Vlad certainly wasn’t immune to trouble making. Vlad yelping, “butter biscuits!”, on the other side of the line at least means this was probably going to be both of their problem(s).

The two halfas groan and push themselves up from the hard smooth ground.

So they weren’t outside on the dirt/grass. Good to know.

Danny grumbles, “I don’t know whether to blame you, blame GhostWriter, blame you, blame myself, blame you, or blame Lancer”.

Vlad giving a very dry reply, “funny, I was thinking something very similar”, then chuckling faintly, “perhaps halfas merely attract ill luck”, glancing around as he stands and brushes himself off, “we appear to be in some sort of cafe”.

“Ah fuck yes, tell me there’s coffee”.

“Language”, Vlad shakes his head, “you consume enough of that stuff to kill you a few times over”.

Danny snorts, “aw, you’d miss me”.

“But of course”. Vlad’s voice is genuinely fond, making Danny mutter, “I know it’s 🎶till death dooooo us part, but we're already past that phase🎶”.

Both of them stop at that, Danny looks insanely confused and slightly pissed off; Vlad quirks a single eyebrow. Quirking another eyebrow at the bow tie, which is apparently tied around his wrist now, as it starts making music, a electronic piano beat, “I don’t think this is going to end well”.

Danny grumbling, “sounds like the story of my half life. Shit always so seems to be going south since the whole dyin’ while tryin’ to be helpful thing”.

Vlad eyes him, “but 🎶this could be a brand neeeew start🎶”, grimacing a little after because seriously?

Danny huffing, yeah sure the whole dying thing really legit could have effectively given him a new ‘lease on life’ as it were, but instead he’s just spending all of his time fighting and anxiously hiding his shit. Even if he legit honestly likes the way he is now, he had cool powers and stuff. Grumbling, “tell me about it. 🎶I think I deserve some praise for the way that I ammmmmmmm🎶”, gesturing around a bit ridiculously because he might as well just go along with this and no one else was actually here from the looks of It to witness this bullshit. Being a ghost was fucking great okay? Regardless of his parents anti-ghost ectophobia bullshit.

Vlad glances around and shrugs, he’s been involved in stranger, sitting down in a random chair, “🎶despite becoming a ghost, and ending up nearly comatose🎶”; Vlad was still baffled by how severe Danny’s portal-related accident was. The fact that his body survived getting blasted by an entire dimension worth of ectoplasm and being electrocuted by over four lightening bolts worth of electricity was impressive and a bit horrifying.

Danny rolls his eyes at that, flicking his wrist pointedly at Vlad as the bow tie adds in fucking finger snapping to its tune, “🎶I don’t give a daaaaaaaamnnnnnn🎶”, eyeing Vlad with a bit of a smirk, “what about you?”.

Vlad snorts and stands up, “🎶I let my emotions go, and fudge being a sober hoe🎶”. Danny looks a little scandalised by Vlad’s almost swearing but takes the offered flasks because at this point, fuck it.

The GhostWriter is one hundred percent manipulating this into a musical or some shit, and no one wants to deal with that shit fully sober.

The two taking steps, gesturing, and dancing a little while their hands are almost connected due to holding the flask. Singing together, “🎶this is the maaaantra, this is the liiiiife🎶”. Regardless of anything Danny liked the way he was and he damn well knew Vlad did too.

Separating and twirling, still singing together, “🎶we’re playing with our lives noooooow, till the end of every niiiiiiiight 🎶”.

Vlad eyeing his flask, “🎶eventually surrounded by fiiiire🎶”.

Danny laughing, “🎶my fighting passion igniiiights🎶”.

The two eyeing each other and grinning a little, “🎶a hit of the heaven and hell, a helluva hiiiiigh🎶”. At this point they were in this shit together, even if Danny had a feeling that Vlad was a less than stellar influence, and Vlad knew that Danny might one day force him to reconcile with his ‘old friends’.

Vlad turning away, “🎶I’m addddddicted to the madddddness🎶”, he knew damn well all the crime and less than legal stuff he did was something he got a massive rush from, and what did he care if he screwed a few people over for his own personal gain?

Danny turning away as well, “🎶this tooooown is my atlaaaaantis🎶”, this town, Amity Park, was his Everything and he was protective as Hell of it. It was nice that a lot of the town was starting to actually view him as their protector, made him feel like his purpose was actually being seen.

Vlad chuckles, eyeing Danny quickly, “you do a lot of rather illegal things to protect ‘this town’, you know”. Danny chuckling right back, “as if you don’t do the same to satisfy your possessiveness”.

Danny puts up a fist for a fist bump and Vlad rolls his eyes though supplies him with his requested fist bump, the two singing together again, “🎶we’re forever gonna have a fucking/fudging reason to sin🎶”.

Vlad glares at him a little over the swearing but everything help him if he didn't already know that Danny had a bit of a foul mouth and that it was kind of pointless to correct the boy. Besides, Danny’s ‘soul’ or whatever was a lot cleaner than his own, “🎶let me leaaaaaave my soul to burn🎶”,

Danny pointing at him agressively, “🎶I’ll be breathin’ it in🎶”, then making a face, “I mean that your mentorship is actually kinda good, not that I’m going to literally breath in your burnt ashes, what the fuck GhostWriter”, and glares at the ceiling; faint ghostly laughter could be heard.

Vlad can’t help grinning at that a little, “🎶and I’m addiiiicted to that feeeeeeling🎶”.

Danny gesturing up, “🎶then get hiiiiiigher than the ceiiiiiling🎶”.

Vlad nods curtly, because as not harmful as this was, it was still annoying.

The Ghostwriters voice comes down from the ceiling, “🎶and I’m neeeever gonna want this feeling to end, just conceeeeede and give in to you inner demons again🎶”. Vlad fires a blast at the ceiling while the bow tie adds in a metallic drum beat for a bit before slowing to a more soft sound.

Danny eyes Vlad a little, “you know I know what you ‘inner demons’ are at this point, right? Your thing for mom?”, cringing and rubbing his neck, “and I mean sure, 🎶yeah, you fell in loooove. But-🎶”, gesturing at the flask, “🎶-you fell deeper in a piiit🎶”.

Vlad blinks, sure he knew Daniel would figure that out eventually but this was definitely not how he wanted that to come out. But what were ghosts if not their past regrets and obsessions? He couldn’t give up on her, not yet, maybe not ever. Throwing a hand out to the side and trying to hide that that comment hurt a little, “well 🎶Death didn’t get us aaabooove. So count your blessing because this is it🎶”, that came out more bitter than he really meant it.

Danny quirks an eyebrow at him and moving to get a bit in his face, “🎶sooooo you’re not letting goooOooOOOOoooOoo🎶?”.

Vlad shrugs, taking a swig from his flask and eyeing the musical bow tie with contempt, “🎶so what if I misbehave🎶”.

Danny huffing, crossing his arms, “🎶I guess it’s what everybody craves🎶”, then pointing at Vlad, “but, 🎶look around and you’ll already knooooOoOooOOOoow🎶”, pausing and rubbing his temples, “it ain’t gonna work out for you, you know”.

Vlad shrugs more vulnerably than he really means to, “I know, I really do. You think I can’t tell, Daniel? Meeting you and seeing them again makes that so clear. But-”, eyeing the boy, “-an apprentice changes a mentor as much as a mentor changes their apprentice”, holding out a hand, “🎶so, come if you’re feeling brave, and fancy yourself a mentor🎶”. Bow tie beat picking back up again.

Danny chuckles, okay Vlad’s thing for mom was weird and would never work out but if Vlad was content to redirect himself towards mentoring Danny himself then who was Danny to argue against that? Heck! It was probably a really good thing, plus Vlad was -maybe? Possibly?- morally questionable enough that he wouldn’t take Danny’s shit but also wouldn’t question him about being socially unacceptable. “🎶you want it, I got it. See what you liiiikeeeeEEEeeEe🎶”.

Vlad nods, when he first met Danny and realised what he was, a fellow halfa, it was just a maze of endless possibilities. When he realised that Daniel not only formed as a ghost at a far higher ectoplasmic level but also had more room for growth, he was amazing. Daniel could beat Pariah some day, if he tried. Having that boy as his was far too tempting and far more enticing than any amount of money or Maddie. Daniel could take the world if he wanted, and Vlad could guide that, could stand beside him, “🎶we could have it allllllllll, by the end of any niiight🎶”. If Daniel tried he could probably take over the entire Infinite Realm today if he so desired.

Danny snorts, waving him off, “I can’t tell if you mean this world or the afterlife. But here it would be, 🎶your money and power🎶 and in the ghost zone it would definitely be, 🎶my sinful deliiiight🎶”, chuckling, “you know how much a lot of ghosts hate me at this point”. Him chuckling again, “🎶I’mma hit of that heaven and hell, a helluva hiiiiiigh🎶”.

Vlad can’t help chuckling himself at that, Daniel had managed to piss of an impressive amount of ghosts in a very short amount of time, “🎶it’s like you’re addiiiiicted to the maaaadeness🎶”.

Danny waving him off, “🎶this tooooown will always be my atlaaaaantis🎶”.

Vlad ruffles up his hair, “🎶we’re forever gonna have a fudging reason to sin🎶”.

Danny collapsing over a table dramatically, “🎶let me leave my soul to burn, I’ll be breathing it in🎶”; which Vlad rolls his eyes at.

Vlad pokes the boys forehead, “🎶you’re addiiiicted to the feeeeeeling🎶”, Daniel was more combative than Vlad would actually like. Obviously he didn’t really have to worry about Daniel getting hurt but it really was like he was addicted to getting into fist fights sometimes.

Danny bats his finger/hand off, “have you seen the amount of ghosts that show up to cause problems? It’s a perfect excuse to 🎶get hiiigheeer than the ceeeiliing, and I’m never gonna want that fucking feeling to end🎶”.

Vlad sticks his hands out to the side, “🎶so you’ll just concede and give into your feelings again🎶?”.

Danny glares at him and pushes himself up from laying down on the table, “oh like you don’t constantly, 🎶concede and give into your inner demons again🎶”.

The two stare at each other for a bit, definitely recognising that they were both a bit fucked up and their mentorship/apprenticeship thing was extremely all kinds of fucked up. But neither of them could deny that it was good, they bounced off of each other and called out each others shit. They were both better for it. Vlad’s Obsession over Maddie had dwindled some and Danny had an actual adult to turn to. It was good, they both needed this more than either one was willing to admit.

Then the GhostWriter decides to be an asshole again, piping up from the ceiling again, “🎶you should never want this feeling to end. Just concede and give into your inner ghosts again🎶”.

Danny and Vlad both glare at the ceiling, Vlad firing off a pink ecto-blast for the point of it, the bow tie giving a more mellow beat in response like it was mad at them.

Danny eyeing Vlad, “you really have a problem with my mom, huh?”.

Vlad rubbing a hand down his face, “I used to think that if it wasn’t for my accident we would have wound up together but…”.

“Mom and dad love each other?”.

“Indeed. Though well, I am a ghost”, looking at Daniel, “you and I both know how hard letting go can be. It’s like 🎶I’m addiiiicted to the soooorrroooowww🎶”.

Danny nodding, leaning against one of the tables, “you'll get there, I think. But yeah, it’s like with all the fights I pick even, 🎶when the buzz ends by tomorrow🎶 and every fight after that, 🎶is another rush of poison flowing into my veins🎶”.

Vlad sighing, “giving both of us 🎶a dose of pleasure that resides by the pain🎶”, craning his neck, “🎶I’m addiiiicted🎶”.

Danny pushing himself up off the tables and gesturing agressively at the windows leading out to Amity Park, “🎶I’m deeepeendaaaant🎶”.

Vlad runs a hand through his hair, smiling a little, “🎶looking awwwwwwsome🎶”. While Daniel leans against the cafe/club window, “🎶feeling heeeelpleeess🎶”. Vlad glancing back at the teen and not for the first time realising that Daniel, maybe, wasn’t really okay… and honestly? Neither was he. Vlad sighing and walking over to the boy, “🎶I knooooooow I’m raising cain by every highway in hell🎶”, he was thinking that maybe he could move and become the mayor here, “🎶maybe things won’t be so terrible inside this home town🎶”; it would be good for Daniel and maybe it was a change that Vlad himself needed.

Danny jerks while the bow tie tune picks up again in a more fancy dancing manner, “you’re thinking of moving here?”. Vlad nods, so Danny continues, “I think that would be good, honestly. 🎶’cause we’re both one of a kind🎶”, Danny making a mocking gesture at him, “and I’m sure I can 🎶give a burning fool a place to dwell🎶”.

Vlad grabbing his hand an twirling him around ridiculously, “🎶and your ideals are just laughable, but hey kid what the Hell. We’re both charming ghost beaux🎶”.

Danny laughing and going along with the twirling, “🎶’cause inside of both of us is just a lost cause🎶”.

Vlad chuckling right back, “🎶but we’ll dress us up for now with a smile🎶”.

The GhostWriter adding in, “🎶a wicked smile🎶”, with an eerie laugh.

Vlad nods to himself, officially making his decision. This town could not survive with just Daniel and was definitely going to need someone with deep pockets who could manipulate the government into giving them money for all the insane damages. “🎶I’ll show these simpletons some proper class and styyyyyyleee🎶”.

Danny snorting, “🎶and I’ll chlorinate your closets with some punny flair🎶”. That feels ominous in Vlad’s opinion.

They nod at each other, speaking in unison, “🎶here in this spooooooooky town, we’re sure our plan is sound🎶”, both of them pointing up, “🎶and our little annoyance will be fooooouuuuund🎶”, which promptly results in the GhostWriter falling through the ceiling due to the songs/GhostWriters keyboards manipulation of reality, and the two halfas outright pounce on him.

His shriek is very girly and their maniacal laughs are very… maniacal.

Danny stuffing the ghost in his thermos and ‘Vlad’s’ artefact too for good measure after yanking it off the other man’s wrist. “So you’re really going to just, try to become mayor here and move?”.

“There’s not much else for me to do with my time and someone needs to keep an eye on you”, Vlad sighing, “and maybe being more exposed to the way Maddie really is will help things”.

Danny chuckles, “good vampiric mentor”.

“I will decide you need a lesson in endurance”.

“Oh be still my fucking tits!”.

“Daniel!”.

Danny just pouts exaggeratedly at him as they try to sneak out of the restaurant/cafe/club without being noticed. That predictably doesn’t go as planned, with Valerie poking her head around, “I have a lot of questions about that opera bullshit”. Oh Ancients, she saw that shit.

Vlad puts up his hands, “now Valerie-”. But Danny cuts him off, dramatically putting a hand to his chest, “are you cheating on me”; this situation was beyond un-fucking-salavagable. Making both his mentor and his friend/fellow ghost hunter look at him like they both bit lemons. Danny rolling his eyes, “what? The only reason for Vladdie to not be super freaked out is if Valerie here already knew about him and no way he would tell anyone other than an apprentice or maybe close friend”.

Vlad shrugs very awkwardly, “I’m not one to put all my eggs in one basket”. Both Valerie and Danny glare a bit murderously, before punching him in the face. Vlad just sighs, “I suppose I deserved that”.

Both of them snapping, “you think?!?”.

Valerie looking at Danny, “who did you even think got me into this?”.

Danny shrugs, “I thought you were just following spontaneous murderous desire all on your lonesome”.

“You’re a fucking idiot”.

Vlad sighing, “yes, and a fool that should dispose of a certain someone before he causes us any more issues”. Danny rolls his eyes, “at least I got help with my project out of this… kinda”, then actually moves to meander off like he’s told, shouting behind himself, “still good for training tonight?!”.

Vlad eyes Valerie, who shrugs, so Vlad shouts back, “as always, though you’ll have a sparring partner this time and finish that project first! I don’t want you wasting this evenings absolute mess!”. Danny holds up double thumbs up before tripping over his own feet and falling to the ground flat on his face.

Valerie facepalms, “what have I gotten myself into?”.

---

Mr. Lancer was later both very confused and impressed with the… odd direction of Daniel’s song prompt project. It was like one part theatrical musical, one part taking out some kind of issue(s) with song, and one part spite? It was creative though, which is what he asked for. Full marks and maybe a side note about seeing the school therapist.

End.

Prompts: Write a fic inspired from any song released in the last six years. and Danny has to go to Vlad for help and Lancer gives the class a project that Danny finds a very ghostly solution to. and Try as he might, Danny can’t think of a prompt for his creative writing homework. So Ghost Writer decides to step in, and do the writing for him. Shenanigans ensue. and AU where Vlad isn't blatantly evil in Bitter Reunions, and Danny initially sees no reason not to accept his mentorship and Vlad was starting to regret stealing his current artifact.

#Danny Phantom #phandom #phic phight #phic phight 2023 #danny #vlad #ghost writer #crack #singing #mentor vlad #fan fic #phan phic #my writing #have a fic suck my dick #phantomphangphucker #gothmoth

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foeofcolor · 1 year

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Thank you for going apeshit with me <3 I hate James Bond I love him he's a moron he's the smartest man in the room he destroys everything he touches and he knows it and even so he can't help but reach out in something so human as 'please love me please need me please tell me i did good' he's a whore and a saint and a weapon dont worry im kissing u too

LITERALLY LIKE. He is extremely intelligent and yet he makes the stupidest decision ever possible because he has no sense of self and context or normality.

Everything he touches withers and dies!!! And yet he wants and james bond is someone who does not want by half, if he wants something he needs to consume it or be consumed by it. He's fully and completely everything or nothing kind of guy!!

"Please love me, please tell me I did good" the crux of his relationship with M. She was for the longest the most stable figure in his life and their relationship is a complicated dance, one where bond desperately craves her approval but she will never voice it, one where she makes excepted for him but it will never be enough for him because see above.

He needs absolute certainty, he craves absolution but she will never give it to him lest she lose a weapon so they make do with the fact that she will grant exceptions and lencieny when she can but when pudh comes to shove, the mission will be utmost. To james, that is the surest truth of his life and one he's always conflicted about because she should trust him to do his job but he will also never hold it against her. He can not.

"A whore and a Saint and a weapon" Oh God quantum of solace.... sobbing screaming throwing up.

This is also why when james starts feeling thins for people he tries to leave !! To quit!! Because if he loves someone he need to devote himself in his entirety, he is so unhinged and insane. This is why he leaves with vesper, this is what he means when he says "I've no Armour left, you've stripped it all away", this is why all felix has to do is ask and james goes back.

#ofc this is just abt craig bond. the rest of them are just as fucked up i just havent gone back to em #also ur tag now js #00anon #asks #anon #james bond #m james bond #olivia mansfield #personal shit tm #007 #felix leiter #vesper lynd #here is how bipolar bisexual james bind can still win: by me being positively deranged about him

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anachronistic-falsehood · 1 year

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SENDING THIS TO U BEFORE I FORGET FEEL FREE TO ANSWER WHENEVER U FEEL LIKE IT <3 talk 2 me about dstuck sam thief of heart and ponk sylph of mind the floor is yours king

OUGHGUGHH. OK. ALRIGHT. OK. UYEAH

okkk alright. csam. VERY heart player negative class vibes for me. like he’s more dirk strider than cwilbur is to me tbh he’s SOOOOO self obsessed but also hates himself. he’s surrounded by himself and reminders of himself constantly and it’s all self inflicted. he has all these different identities so he doesn’t have to face himself. the hotel and sam nook. the prison and the warden. the egg and sam bucket. he hates himself but he just doesn’t want to show it.

thieves wear figurative masks. meenah is a BADASS COOL GIRL!! and vriska?? i mean *gestures vaguely* LOOK at her. feelings?? what are those!!! thieves also have a self imposed lack of their own aspect, or at least feel like they do when they actually could have an abundance of it if they tried: meenah killed herself and the other dancestors, ridding themselves of their lives, and vriska insists that she’s the most unlucky person ever when actually!! most of her “8ad luck” is a result of her own actions!!! IT’S ALWAYS SELF IMPOSED!!! Sam brought ALL OF THIS on HIMSELF! he invested himself in the role of Warden and as a result did horrible things that he normally wouldn’t have done if he just remained as AweSamDude, your friendly neighborhood redstone guy!! (putting the rest under a cut bc SURPRISE!! this is getting long)

ok. Heart players. now the heart aspect has been very dirk-ified in canon so it’s easy to ignore the opposite end of the spectrum, which is represented by the Leijons. they’re very positive!! while they both have negative classes, Meulin with one that leads to a lack of the aspect in the player themself, and Nepeta with a reallocating class (takes and gives, so rogue or thief) but the way they handle these classes is so different. mages and rogues kind of provide others with their aspect in many ways. thieves…. don’t. thieves are black holes. they suck up their aspect and leave nothing behind in return. which can be good if you’re a thief of doom of something!! but a thief of heart??? girl you’re hurting everyone around you and it’s so so tragic.

and yet sam (and dirk!! and cwilbur!!!) still reflects some qualities of the leijons. he cares. he cares so so so much. the difference is that nep and meulin don’t let their hearts consume them. they work in tandem with their aspect. thieves and princes and bards don’t. they CAN’T. and that’s what differentiates a thief from a rogue. rogues give their aspects to other people and use their aspect for the benefit of others. thieves see their own detriment of their aspect and hoard it, never using it, never giving it away, until they’re buckling under the weight. for a thief of heart, they bear the weight of every single action they’ve done and take it to heart, convince themself that they’ve either a) done something so amazing and they’re the MOST WONDERFUL THING ON THE PLANET and become so self centred they end up tearing apart their session, or b) done something so terrible, so unforgiving, that they can’t possibly be anything but an irredeemable monster. that’s Sam. he can never redeem himself, so he might as well lean into the awful things he’s done, right? might as well play the villain. because if he can’t be good, what else is he supposed to be???

ALRIGHT. CPonk my cponk <3 sylph of mind. yeah i picked sylph because of the fact that they’re canonically a doctor and that is SUCH A SYLPH THING TO DO!!! going out of their way to become the only person on the server who can help heal people should the need arise!!! sylphs fix things, that’s their whole schtick. they help, they heal, they fix. Ponk was one of the last people on Schlatt’s side in Manberg. they were so determined to help fix it and take care of Schlatt’s deteriorating health. sylphs are LITERALLY the definition of “i can fix him” IT’S INSANE. babygirl you’re trying your best but it’s at the determinant of yourself TAKE A BREAK!!!

“but WHISKEY wasn’t cpuffy a therapist?? why isn’t she a sylph???” I HEAR YOU!! but guess what?? Puffy knew when to quit. she shut down the therapuffy office because no one was using it anymore. she never saw much success from it from the get go. She focused her efforts on protection and defence instead of healing and help. Ponk stuck with it. And Ponk stuck with Sam, after everything. They confronted him multiple times about what happened between them but they still hung out with him. They still talked to him. They still cared, despite everything. They never stopped trying to make Sam see the error of his ways. They never stop trying to fix him, even when Sam insisted that the only way for him to atone for his actions would be for him to die. (Idk how much of Ponk’s lore you’ve seen, but there’s a scene after the prison breakout when Ponk confronts Sam again and Sam puts a sword in Ponk’s hands and tells them to kill him and Ponk refuses IT DRIVES ME INSANE. HI. THE TRAGEDY OF AWESAMPONK. AUGHHHH). Sylphs help others to their own detriment, Kanaya trying to auspisticize between anyone and everyone even though it hurt her, and Aranea trying to fix the timeline and accidentally sending it all up in flames.

MIND PLAYER. MIND PLAYER PONK. Ponk’s aspect ties in soooo well with their class. Mind players revolve around the consequences of the choices of people around them. Basically KARMA IS A BITCH AND HER NAME IS CPONK BABEYYY!!! Remember the fuckign banquet. That was cponk’s justice in a lot of ways. In a server that beat them down and hurt them when they tried to help, this was them trying to stand up and take something back, even if it was motivated by the egg. But still, they didn’t kill anyone. That’s the difference between a sylph and a seer, i think. Terezi killed Vriska because she Vriska hurt people, and she foresaw that Vriska would continue to hurt people. Sam’s actions hurt so many people, including himself, but Ponk tried to help him, and even their revenge ended up being nothing more than a scare that lead to the death of a person who hadn’t even wronged them, and they weren’t the one who brought down the blade anyway. Yes, Kanaya killed, but it was in defence. Sylphs rarely seem to kill for revenge purposes

Ponk is more often than not an observer. They stand by and watch people’s actions play out and. witness the consequences, and then step in when things get dicey. Ponk got their arm cut off trying to find out more about the prison, the corruption behind it and the way it functioned. They could tell Sam was getting consumed by the prison and his role as the Warden. it cost them a life but they were trying to dig into a suspicious corrupt system to help someone they cared about. A Sylph of Mind tracks the results of other people’s actions and tries to fix them. They try to build up the damage from its broken pieces, even if the shards cut their own hands.

#dreamstuck #whiskeys word soup #dsmp #dream smp #YEAH. ANYWAY #honestly that one scene after the prison break is soooooo insane to me. it’s almost trimax vashwood-esque in its vibes tbh #AWESAMPONK YOU DRIVE ME INSANEEEEEEE #THANK U MAC FOR LETTING ME RANT ABT THIS <33333 #mcyt classpects

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greentrickster · 2 years

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Hiiiii hope you’re doing wellll

Anyways I have a lot of Saturation brainrot thoughts but I have a few points I’d very much like to compliment you for, I’d love to hear your thought process if you have any regarding these

- it is so insanely cool to see a fic where the other character actually KNOWS their feelings are reciprocated, because like yeah oblivious to romantic feelings and all is cool to see, but it’s actually so RARE for a ship to be aware that their feelings are indeed mutual, and I think that’s one of the defining things that make your fic so unique in terms of being a Narumitsu story. Like it’s cool to see Edgeworth knowing this, and I love the funny scenes that come from him knowing this and sort of messing with Phoenix (playfully) with that knowledge

- Second, THANK YOU so much, for not doing that thing with like, getting other characters involved to “force these two to get together” Like yes there is a subtle push, mostly with Edgeworth being encouraged to acknowledge his feelings regarding Phoenix near the start of the fic, but after that it’s hands off for all other characters and Edgeworth and Phoenix figure out their feelings and admit to them on their own. This may be a personal thing of mine, but.. I don’t.. really like fics, that kind of like… have the AA side characters try really hard to get them together, like I get the intention is good nature, and yes I guess IRL it’d be hard watching two people who you think you’re certain are very much in love with each other, do nothing for years… but like.. I feel people forget ultimately that that isn’t THEIR decision to decide that, also like… there’s that line of consent too? Did these two character ever consent or ask to get pushed along by their friends?

It’s a tad difficult for me to put into words but like.. basically I’m just saying I appreciate you letting this be a story that very much centers around Edgeworth and Phoenix when it comes to their feelings. Yes other characters are there, but they aren’t there for the sole nature of pushing along a pairing. I like it a lot more when a pairing naturally comes to their own conclusion on their feelings, than supposedly others getting involved to give a “gentle push.” Encouragement is fine, in little amounts I don’t mind at all! But big grand actions is just kind of.. Not really something I enjoy seeing in pairing fics, I suppose.

Hi, I am doing quite well today, and I hope this finds you well, too!

In regards to the feelings being reciprocated, and how rare that is in fics and fiction, that's actually kind of why I did it this way. I adore stories, both original and fan-created, and I consume a vast quantity of them. They are my Special Interest. Combine this with my ADHD and being thirty-four, and I'm at the point in my reading career where I tend to notice certain patterns in storytelling and, if I've seen them done enough times, get inspired/motivated to try doing something different. Not saying I'm the first or only person to do this, obviously, but it is one of the key factors that drives my creativity - it gives me a chance to try new things and explore the characters and the world (and, as anyone who hangs around my blog or has looked through my AO3 works knows, I love me some world-building and character-building in interesting situations)! I'm really happy to hear that you've been enjoying the results of my exploration for this fic! ^U^

In regards to not having the characters try and force anyone together, you're welcome, and same, honestly. The only time I like characters plotting to get others together is if they're so busy making plans that they don't notice the two characters getting together on their own in the background, and then these two proceeding to mess with the plotters when they realize what's going on. That can be fun! But if it's played straight? Then it's not my cup of tea, either. Sometimes a character needs a little nudge to get the ball rolling, like Edgeworth did, but beyond that, yeah, I'd rather create a situation to allow the relationship to grow naturally than have characters within the fic manufacture the same situation.

It may have been difficult to put into words, but thank-you so much for making the effort, I'm pretty sure I know what you're talking about and also this was just a lovely ask to receive in general - I've been mooshing my face in it for a few days just to soak up all the positive vibes! ^U^ <3 <3 <3

Thanks for the ask!

#ask #anon #aa saturation

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hii hello raii. ok so i have never consumed any sonic content before except for some random sonic boom episodes i do not remember anymore but it looked so fun so ! basically i watched the first ep of sonic prime !! it's so good so far. my top moment so far was definitely when rusty rose was gonna do horrible tests on sonic to figure out his energy and he was like 'ugh amy not helping 🙄 you know i don't do well on tests !' THAT WAS SO FUNNY DJDHFKJDFHJKH SOO TRUE. HE'S SUCH AN ADHD KING.. my favs so far are rouge and tails probably and rouge is soo mariecoded omg. i love morally grey women <3 and tails is soo. little guy <:-) i could fit him in my pocket i think. also he is a fox and i really like foxes so :)

as for the (not even close to) daily music facts! um. frequency by starset. i was scanning through the skies and missed the static in your eyes something blocking your reception it's distorting our connection!!! with the distance amplified was it all just synthesize and now the silence screams that you are gone you've tuned me out, I've lost your frequency btw!!! if u even care. going insane over it fr it's sooo. i need it injected into my bone marrow. scream

anyway hii how are uu how's the divorce going. are u still mad at vee have u remarried yet?? tell me everything

hiiii hii omg hiiiii you don’t SAY 👁️👁️ omg i’m happy you enjoyed it !!! WHDHSHDSHSH LITERALLY he’s so me for that one <//3 ROUGE, TRUEST EVER <333 <33 she’s my absolute FAV (knuckles as well, they r tied), she’s like marie if marie . knew what’s wrong with herself AFHSGDHSGS. omgg same i love foxes sm fr !!! 🦊 <- little guy pal

CARE SO MUCH FR…… injecting it into my bone marrow as well. drinking it with a little parasol and curly straw or something. lost your frequency btw. misplaced it . sorry btw

oh the divorce?? i believe it’s over atm, i believe . i hope. olly i pray even

#ask #olly tag #glad u liked it !!!! big fan of those guys fr fr #also thank u extremely for the music fact of the day <33

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euphoric-barnes · 3 years

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ook, i saw you wanted requests, so. I have two headcanons?? like, a reader who's very open about how much she loves bucky and going all in with him, like tons of pet names, being clingy as fuck and bucky just LOVING the shit out of her and out of that part of their relationship. and one day, because of tiktok, reader going "oh, goodmorning james" and he's just HAVING THE BIGGEST BREAKDOWN. in his mind going insane like "fuck, what did i do??????" and reader just doing that for the whole day, and bucky just breaking and asking why the fuck is she/they calling him James, he's baby, he's my love, he's hubby. who the fuck is james EHDBCJVNRJF.

who the hell is james? — b. barnes

warning(s): a 106 yeard old baby man.

note: i just realized what i did with the title. for the other requests, i swear i’ll do it soon. stuff has just been hectic for me lately.

you love bucky

that’s no question

who wouldnt lmao

he’s love

he’s baby

he’s mine

he’s bub

he’s babi

he’s honey

he’s sweetie

he’s bucky occasionally

he’s every pet name out there

you never called him james

you would always cling on to him when you have the time

okay let’s be honest, even if you don’t have the time you always force there’s time just to be with him

and even though bucky isn’t as showy as you are

he still never failed to show you how much he loves you

he’d silently show it

bring you flowers bcs he remembered you

bring you this book bcs he knows you’ve been wanting to read it

take u out on a date bcs he knows you need something to take your stress away

okay so we all know how basically tiktok has consumed most of us

so you saw this thing with girlfriends pranking their boyfriends by calling them by their first name

so you wanted to do that with bucky for months

but u keep forgetting bcs u whipped for your boyfie

who wouldn’t be

then one morning, bucky walks in the kitchen with you working on something on your laptop as you waited for your toast

“morning, doll.” bucky greets with a smile as he walks straight to the fridge

“morning, james.” you said

and you thought, finaly ????

bucky stopped on his tracks, walking to you

“doll?” bucky says and you look at him

he awkwardly chuckles, “what’s up?”

“nothing..?” you trailed off, smiling at him awkwardly as you go back to your work

“so, um, doll,” bucky says, trying to make a conversation so he would know if he heard you right. “sam might call later about another mission. so i might go and return the next day.”

“alright,” you said as you kept typing. “good luck, james. and take care.”

bucky taps his fingers against the counter as he looks at you but you didn’t spare him a glance

poor baby being pranked :(

“coffee’s there, james.” you said, pointing at the other side and bucky just nods, fiddling with his fingers

he walks over to where you pointed, going over what happened yesterday

did he say something?

did he act stupidly?

what did he do?

w h a t

“doll?” bucky calls and you turn to him

no !!!

you’re supposed to say “yes, my love?”

“are we okay?” bucky asks

you nod. “yeah, why?”

“n-no reason.” bucky says with a forced smile

you nod, turning back to your laptop

maybe you’re just stressed?

“i’m gonna go to the bedroom.” bucky says and you nod, smiling at him

bucky starts walking until you called him again

“oh, james?” you call and bucky turns around to look at you. “tell me when you need me to drive you.”

“yeah.” bucky breathes out and ruches up to your shared bedroom

he immediately calls sam because baby !! doesn’t !! know !1 what !! to !! do !!

“sam sam sam sam samuel”

“whAT BUCKY”

“i think y/n’s mad at me.”

“why?”

“she’s calling me james! have you ever heard her call me james? no! bucky sometimes but james? n e v e r”

please stop pranking this old man

then there’s a silence

until sam starts laughing “....what?”

“samuel! stop laughing.”

“man, your girlfriend’s got you wrapped up around her fingers, huh?”

“what do you mean?”

“it’s a prank. it’s happening everywhere. where she calls you by your first name.”

“oh.”

sam laughs again. “i’ll see you tonight, buck.”

“okay. thanks.”

bucky puts the phone down, going back to you to see you still didn’t move an inch

“doll >:(” bucky says

“yes, james?”

“no! i’m love! i’m your love! i’m baby, bubs, babi, mine, honey, sweetie, any pet names but james!!! >:(”

you laugh loudly, opening your arms turning towards him as he walks to you, gladly embracing you

“good morning, my love!” you said with a chirpy voice and bucky hums in approval

“that’s more like it.”

in conclusion, he is no longer the winter soldier.

he is james baby barnes

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #james barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine

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