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[ihavemints]

JUNIOR YEAR TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #fabian seacaster #gorgug thistlespring #riz gukgak #adaine abernant #kristen applebees #fig faeth #draw tag #don't look at this one too hard I simply don't have the energy to fix anymore

[cosmictulips]

I'm Wishing... For the One I Love... to find me...today (PAC)

So this fun pac is all about Your Future Spouse & When You'll be meeting them.

Close your eyes and pick a disney princess ;) --- as always if you want more pacs feel free to follow me. I'm trying to be more active this year. and uhm, yea. this is part one of a series that I'm doing.

I am also open to doing exchanges and paid tarot readings. for more info feel free to look on my blog or reach out.

Coincidently, they are also in order of which they came out.

My pile 1's !

Who This Person Is ::

The Magician, the Hierophant, King of Swords, 10 of Pentacles, 09 of Swords, 05 of Pentacles

Yea so, this person is having it rough right now. they could come a rather difficult life, but regardless of whether or not it's a rough life or just a period, the thing to know about them is that they don't quit. they will work themselves to death if it means they can achieve their goals. they are very hard on themselves and will keep pushing and beating on a dead horse. they simply have a hard time letting go.

they are very intelligent people and because of that, they've been able to work smarter not harder ;) they have a strong foundation but -and I really can't emphasize this enough-, they really had to work at it. the money that they have, the friendships, connections, etc. came from a long line of suffering. dare I suggest this person has heavy saturn or pluto influence. just fixed energy comes from this person.

they are stubborn, they are witty, and blunt. but they are also soft and very wise. they aren't a boulder, they will move mountains. despite this anxiety that I'm picking up on, they are a marshmellow. they believe in the best and they believe that they deserve nothing but the best. and they believe that to be the case with everyone. this person is hard on others because they see the potential and want to push you to be better.

they are a giver. they will give you everything if it meant that you will fly. they've had to learn the hard way that you can't just give everything away. so don't be surprised if they come off as closed off to you. they lack alot in this life time but they know they can achieve greatness.

I think the fear of abandonment and never having enough to survive, drives them forward. they get in their head a lot. they are probably their own worst enemey to be honest. Taurus energy is coming through strongly but that's because I'm picking up on homebody vibes. this person likes to cook. likes to be surrounded by like minded individuals and things that make them happy.

there's a tendency to relax only when their body is ready to give out. they are stubborrrnnnnn. I can't stress that enough. they'll tell you to go shower and sleep but they'll never sleep and never shower because they're just too focused on what is ahead of them haha. definitely the type to be like "do as I say not as I do".

wouldn't be surprised if this person has some sort of management job or is doing their own thing. they're destined to have it all in this life time and they know it. I'm seeing someone with an intense stare, so definitely, don't.... be too shy around them. they will see your nervousness and feel anxious about it. they'll want to spoil you and protect you. definitely a lot of masculine, just strong energy here. even if it is a female.

they're also intuitive as heck but I think they let the worries get to them. they think that ... by branching out and thinking "illogically" will just hurt them so they try to stick to what they know. so you might have to change that way. they want to believe in stuff like Tarot, but their rationality will talk them out all the time. so get them into it lol.

if you can get them out of their head, and you will cause they're your person, you'll see a very loving, and spontaneous side to them. someone good with their words and loves to laugh. they have a smile that just lights up the sky bruh. it's so cute.

When You Two Will Meet ::

sooo I'm getting May -June, September- October. these can be birthdays, these can be literal months that you two meet. I'm also hearing gemini season which I think further throws May into the mix haha.

You two are going to be in a situation where you will talk... a lot. maybe someone introduces you two, maybe you both are late for the train and miss it and have to wait for another one. regardless, I see one of you making idle chat and then you both just go off . this person is extremely easy to talk to despite their kind of nonchalant gaze. and I feel like it's one of those things where you two will just keep running into each other.

I did pick up on other people being around so I have a funny feeling it's a public place. a party, a museum, idk. just someplace where you both might be thinking you're talking to your friends but it turns out it's each other. or you both just... it's perfect timing to be honest.

ALSO you could be meeting via a dating app. something about texting. I see a lot of texting and talking online.

My Pile 2's !

Who They Are ::

The High Priestess, The Magician, The Lovers, King of Wands, Queen of Swords, Page of Wands, 07 of Cups, 03 of Pentacles

so. this persons energy really wanted me to stress just how different they are to other people. strong neptune energy. they are like "I'm adaptable, I can do whatever you ask me to do and I'll still be me". so really, just strong mutable placements.

this person is kind of lucky. when I was getting the cards out for this, I kind of kept laughing. this person really has a great sense of humor and just enjoys being around things and people and places. travelers. probably the type to know a lot of weird things. like a lot, but of niche things haha. great conversationalists.

Very romantic people. might be a bit of a flirt. really good at getting what they want. they tend to bring good luck wherever they go. not the type to really be argumentive or defensive, but they sure as hell can be. they know how harsh the world is and they try not to let it get to them. they try not to use their words as a weapon. but they are sharp. don't let that happy go lucky attitude fool you.

they may be a bit indecisive. they like to do a lot of things... at once. maybe they have ADHD. they just like to see people smile. type to just go on spontanious roadtrips haha. they are very intutiive and I have a funny feeling that they might be into the mysical and the paranormal. I mean, with their wandering mind, they probably are.

definitely daredevils. I hear... that some of them might be good at baking. gardening. they take care of things. they're gentle souls. I feel like they're a gemini lol. maybe they have strong gemini placements or something. mercurial for sure.

people love to be around them. I think they're just good at getting others to work together. could be popular but to be honest with you, I think they're just talkative haha. people could just want to hang out with them. like, I see them knowing people, but very few actually get close to them. talkative, but ...secretive. ya know what I mean?

definitely some leo vibes going on. but, not arrogant. they just know how to have a good time and not take things too seriously. unless they need to.

I think... as for jobs, they might be inclined to help people. teaching, medical type stuff, theater even. music. they just... LIKE TO DO THINGS IDK. some of them might even do more mystical things haha.

When You Two Will Meet ::

some of you will meet around five months from now. the thing about the meeting is, I'm seeing you two meet during a time of... not necessarily failure but just saddness. maybe something doesn't really work out, maybe you're in the middle of a healing journey or they are. but they are just... sad. grieving.

maybe there's just some extesential dread. did I spell that right? dread lol. I think honestly, this has to do with the fact that while they are surrounded by people and are liked, they don't feel connected. and so when they meet you, they're going to be so inclined to be with you instantly. you two are like souls who are meant to meet. and they'll know it right away.

anyway, I see a rainy season. so maybe summer is important here. spring too but I really think it's summer.

My Sweet 3's!

Who They Are ::

The World, Strength, The Lovers, 09 of Pentacles, 02 of Wands, 02 of Cups

The first thing that came to my mind was just how much of a romantic this person is. they just have a zest for life. this person is also very independent and they enjoy just doing things that make them happy. I keep hearing nature, so I think this person might like to go hiking and being around animals. I'm seeing lots of trees in particular. I think they just like to be introvert haha.

they have a vivid imagination. they like to plan, and daydream and are very artisitic in their expression. very forgiving people. they have a very soft but calm vibe. I think this person tries not to let things get to them. they ... kind of struggle with self confidence. I'm getting this message that some of them really struggled a bit growing up and now they just... glow. they're used to handling things on their own.

It's kind of like number one and two. this person is very balanced. they have big ideas and they want to puruse them but I think things just keep falling out of place. they get stuck in their own minds about it but it hasn't stopped them just yet. they keep trying.

they have this strong gut instinct that something big is out there waiting for them. they're serious but also like... they tend to goof around. they know what they're looking for and won't settle for anything less. but the execution in their ideas, might need a little help.

they're very striaghtforward in their speech. people are very interested in what they have to say and I think it's because they don't say much. it's funny cause I feel like this person is just coasting by right now. like doing a "low end" job. but it's because they are aiming for the larger stuff. they're waiting for their time to shine. they're patient. it's honestly fascinating. they know something is going to happen. and they're not slowing down, but they know enough to wait.

very strong minded, wise and mature. capricorn energy is what I'm getting here but also aquarius and virgo. detail oriented.

When You Two Will Meet ::

August and September is kind of the time frame I'm getting here. I think also capricorn and virgo season is important here. this relationship is going to take time to develop. this person is very secure in who they are and they want to romance you. winter is also coming to mind but that kind of hits home with the capricorn season haha.

Idk, there's not much to say about this person and timing. they're quiet. but it's not a bad thing.

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[layla4567]

Adam Warlock Headcanons

Warnings: angst, smut, mentions of sex and body parts, nudity, mention of masturbation, mention of bondage, maybe gotg v3 spoilers, and i think that's all

SFW

Adam cares more about your feelings than his own. Do you have a small scratch on your face? Adam will put his hands on your cheeks and carefully examine you as if he were a doctor. Are you sad about something? He will not leave your side and will hug you if necessary, he will also listen to you for as long as you need without interrupting you.

He is an enthusiast for learning new things, he will want to learn all the information he can to enrich his experiences. He loves that you teach him things he doesn't know. He likes to listen to your warm voice while you explain to him what the earth is like or how plants grow or even your favorite book, the simple fact of seeing your face light up comforts him

If you know how to sing or dance, prepare for Adam to enjoy watching or listening to you all day. Your melodious and honeyed voice sweetening his ears like the nectar of flowers is for him the best sensation in the world. Sometimes he watches you with a tender look while you sing distractedly. And every time you dance, your joyous and contagious energy envelops Adam like a warm blanket. Your dizzying turns and the way you move your arms harmoniously make Adam want to dance with you and he wishes you would teach him.

He is definitely a jealous guy. He understands that you can have friends and be with several people but sometimes he feels sick to your stomach every time you're with a guy, it makes him feel insecure as if he's not good or handsome enough for you. Adam feels like you belong to him, and not in a toxic or misogynistic way, but it's just that to him you're the best thing that's ever happened to him and every time you don't spend time with him his heart sinks a little.

Adam hates bullies. When he sees that someone is being rude to anyone in Knowhere, his eyes harden and his fists clench firmly and he will walk with a sure step towards that person to teach him a lesson. However, Adam is quite a pacifist so he won't fix things by fighting, he will simply talk and maybe, why not, if the bully is too pedantic Adam will threaten him

This golden boy has a hard time expressing his feelings because he simply doesn't understand them, when he saw you for the first time he felt something in his belly, a strange tingling that filled him with adrenaline. He looked everywhere for help, at first he thought he was sick but the sensation was not uncomfortable, on the contrary, every time he was near you he felt comfortable and safe. He asked all the guardians what it was that he felt, they all said the same thing. Love. Oh boy, he got a little scared, he didn't know how to confess his feelings towards you.

When he finally made up his mind to tell you how much he loves you, he blurted out the words as if he were getting rid of a heavy load. Adam was afraid you'd reject him but apparently the feeling was mutual. You will always remember how his face relaxed and a big smile lit up his lips.

He loves hugs! He is like a child seeking maternal warmth. He will hug you whenever he can and sometimes when you are off guard. Being taller, he likes to hug you from behind and rest his chin on top of your head. Other times, you will be the one who needs a hug so he will wrap you in his strong arms wrapping you and caressing your back. He just loves physical contact as a love language.

And speaking of hugs, Adam also really enjoys cuddles. He likes to snuggle next to you when you're lying in bed. He will place his head on your chest and wrap his arms around your waist. He also loves it when you stroke his hair until he falls sound asleep. He prefers to be the little spoon but if you want he will be the big spoon and he will cover you and put his arms on your stomach like a big bear (since he is taller).

Adam really appreciates that you listen to him and pay attention without judging him especially when it comes to talking about his mother. He still feels somewhat guilty and responsible for what he happened to his mom so he seeks to vent to you and for you to comfort him. That's why Adam is also very overprotective, he doesn't want anyone to suffer or have the same fate as his mother. He couldn't bear the thought that someone was hurt because of him.

NSFW

Adam doesn't understand much about sex. He knows what he is but has never experienced it. In fact, for him it is a simple act done to conceive children. He didn't know he could have sex for pleasure until it was explained to him. Yet it's hard for Adam to understand why something like this would be satisfying.

As I mentioned before Adam had never felt a need to experience sex but the more time he spent with you a burning and primal sensation took over him. A sensation that made him clench his legs and clench his jaw. At first he felt embarrassed by this, he told himself that he should control himself while you are around so as not to scare you. He didn't want to force you to do something you didn't want.

One day Adam couldn't take it anymore and he rushed into your room, opening the door violently and getting on his knees hugging your waist and burying his face in your stomach. He told you that he was worried because he didn't know what was happening to him or how to stop it. "(Y/N) there is something wrong with me, you have to help me." He explained to you that every time he was with you he felt a wild need to touch you and feel your warm skin. You blushed because you knew exactly what was wrong with him. How could you tell him that he was basically horny and probably his raging hormones required him to fornicate with someone?. He looked into your eyes with visible confusion. For him to understand you caressed his cheek, that little touch was enough for Adam to close his eyes with a sigh and melt in your hand like butter in the sun.

You offered to try that experience with Adam but he refused. "No (Y/N) in any way, I will not force you to do something you do not want." Oh but if he knew that you wanted that since you first saw him. His statuesque physique captivated you but his cute and lovable personality was what won your heart. You wanted to teach Adam because everyone said having sex gave you serotonin. You gave him a passionate kiss, the first of many. It was the first time that Adam tasted your lips, they were even softer than he could have imagined. You led him to your bed and sat on his lap. His hands shyly gripped your hips. Each kiss you planted on his jaw and neck made him gasp. Every time you rubbed your ass against his crotch he felt something grow under there but he had no idea what it was. Your hands on his abdomen and shoulders are enough to turn him on. When they were both ready they began to undress.

When he took off his pants, he was surprised to see that his penis was erect. Was it because of that tingling he felt in his pants? "It's normal" you said smiling. You led Adam into your entrance. He was afraid of hurting you but you told him it was okay for him to hold his grip on your thighs and squeeze them if he wanted. Adam nailed his fingers into your fleshy skin, yet it was soft and delicate. You leaned Adam's body towards yours and now with your mouth in his ear and his head on your neck your hot breath made him feel feverish, your moans filled his head and his grunts matched yours.

Your nails scratching on his back made him feel an electric shock throughout his body. They were about to reach the climax but he didn't know what to do, he just felt that his penis hardened and your walls tightened more around him. "(Y/N)?" You look at him panting. "I think-.." he couldn't finish the sentence because fluid shot out and filled you. He got scared thinking that he had done something wrong but when he saw that you weren't upset and that you had also released that fluid, he calmed down. Catching your breath, you explained that they had reached orgasm. Adam felt better, he had never experienced anything like this and now understand why everyone said he made you feel good. That burning sensation had disappeared to give rise to the relief. They stayed talking and I explained to him that sometimes the people did a second round. He was enthusiastic and proposed to try it, in his innocent mind he believed that something so pleasant should be done more often. Laughing, you told him that people didn't have as much resistance as he did and they ended up exhausted. Then they practiced aftercare, both of you holding each other Adam behind you nuzzling your back with his nose and you holding your hands in front of your chest massaging them. It could be said that Adam was now more expert

But when they were apart whether on missions or whatever, Adam had a hard time containing his primal urges. He missed your touch on his abdomen or the way he called out his name. So you also showed him that he could give himself pleasure whenever he wants. At first you showed him how, wrapping his hand around his member and rubbing it up and down. Adam had never had that explained to him and he wondered why, it was almost as good as having sex with another person. Now every time he's away from you by himself, practice what you taught him with your face in his thoughts.

I see Adam as a sub but he could also be a soft dom. He prefers that you be on top of him riding him and teaching him everything you know how to do. On the other hand, if he is the dom he will be as soft as he can be and will constantly ask you if you feel good, if you want to continue or if he is hurting you.

What does Adam like most about you? Your kisses. Your mouth running over his sculpted body is enough to have him on his knees begging to touch your body. Your warm lips or your small bites will drive him crazy wanting for more. And what is Adam's favorite part of your body? It is a tricky question because Adam loves your whole body but I think it would be your abdomen and a little below it without reaching your privacy. He has learned what your weak points are to make you squirm as you desperately pull at his scalp.

Finally, it was clear that Adam loves to learn and try new things, but as long as it is something that does not involve harming yourself. So he doesn't really like the idea of ​​bondage, handcuffs, hot wax, etc. But he could try it for you if you insist. Also, you would tell him that if it is practiced properly, it is not risky or dangerous. Even so, at the slightest sign that you don't feel comfortable, he will stop.

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[beginningofwonderland]

Attention

Pairings: Seonghwa x femReader, Hongjoong x femReader (separately not at the same time, they are still in a poly relationship though so some SeonghwaxHongjoong crumbs)

Genre: smut, pure filth, tiniest little sprinkle of fluff in the end (MINORS DNI!)

Words: 6k

Summary: Your boyfriend Hongjoong is too busy with work for your and Seonghwa's liking so you decide to distract him with rather inappropriate means.

Warnings: oral sex, face-fucking, choking (on a cock and by hands dear lord), unprotected sex, creampie, sloppy seconds, pretty cum heavy, petnames (princess, kitten, precious, slut...), slight exhibitionism, polyTeez (reader is in a poly relationship with Hongjoong and Seonghwa), degradation, slightly jealous Joong,

Networks: @underworldnet 👍🏻

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You often joined Hongjoong when he was in the studio. You liked the atmosphere in the small room and it gave you the chance to concentrate on your studies while your boyfriend was working. You both boosted each others productive energy and could take cuddle breaks in between. If Hongjoong ever managed to take a break at all.

But you would be lying to yourself if you didn't admit that some times, or actually quite often, Hongjoong's presence could also be quite distracting. He just looked so attractive working on his songs so passionately.

The worst thing was when he started recording little demos. His sassy voice never failed to capture all of your attention and more than once it had made you imagine all the things he could say to you. But you didn't tell him that, because you were afraid he would stop recording while you were around.

Today was one of those days. You were working on an essay when Hongjoong started making little recording snippets for a new song. You watched him with a smile, that he couldn't see because his back was facing you, as he played around with the recordings. His unsettled, red hair jumped in fluffy little motions as he moved his head while rapping.

At one point he decided to change up his tone and once he settled for a deep, throaty voice you knew you were absolutely done for. Your essay was at least three galaxies far away as all your senses were focused on your handsome boyfriend rapping pretty words into the mic.

None of what he said really came through to you with all of your attention on his voice. You craved to see his face but you could only catch glimpses of it as a mirrored image in one of his dark monitors.

Your body thrummed at the deep tone his voice made and you hoped he would never stop recording.  To your pleasure, he seemed very unhappy with his takes today and redid the same line over and over again.

After about 15 minutes of this, you were absolutely flustered. You wanted him to use that pretty voice right next to your ear and whisper things he would never dare to say in his lyrics. Your eyes were fixed on his hands as they moved around the equipment skillfully.

When he sighed in frustration you couldn't hold back at the opportunity.

"Do you want to cuddle to get your mind free for a while?" you asked with a sickly sweet voice, trying hard not to give away your intentions.

Hongjoong spun his chair around to answer you.

"I'm sorry, precious. I really have to finish this first."

You pouted at him and made your eyes big on purpose, hoping to trigger his sympathy. But his work ethics were simply astonishing.

"Don't look at me like that! That might work on Seonghwa but not me. I have work to do." With a warning glance he turned back to his desk again, leaving you feeling abandoned and, more importantly, very horny. You hadn't expected him to turn you down so easily.

You knew it was pointless to try him any further. He wouldn't budge even if you begged him. You did however knew his one weakness.

With a sly grin, you picked up your phone and quickly pulled up the chat with your boyfriend Seonghwa.

Y/N Hongjoong is ignoring me :(

Luckily the other seemed to be on his phone, as the typing symbol immediately came up.

Hwa♥ Baby :( What did you do?

You were slightly offended that he assumed it was your fault that your boyfriend wasn't paying you any attention.

Y/N I just asked him to cuddle and he said no now I'm lonely

You added a crying emoji, knowing it would get right to Seonghwa's soft side.

Hwa♥ Are you at the studio?

Y/n Yes why?

Hwa♥

...

I'll come visit

An excited grin spread on your face as you read Seonghwa's words. You were starting to feel needy and if Hongjoong wasn't giving you any attention, then hopefully Seonghwa could help you out.

Waiting for your other boyfriend to arrive was a painfully long time of exactly 6 minutes. Your eyes couldn't stop focussing on Hongjoong's slender fingers on the keyboard and your mind was already going places far beyond this studio.

When a knock finally sounded on the studio's door you basically sprang out of your seat.

"It's just Seonghwa," you explained to your boyfriend, who had turned around on his chair in confusion of the late visitor. He merely nodded at your words before turning back to work. He really was very deeply into his work today.

You opened the door for Seonghwa and he looked at you like you were his moon and a sea of stars all together. He looked gorgeous as ever, wearing a black button up shirt and a tight fitted pair of jeans. A bright smile accompanied him when he swept you up into a soft hug before placing a gentle kiss onto your lips.

Seonghwa's softness always made you feel like a delicate flower that he didn't want to hurt at any price. But you knew he could just as well be quite the opposite in a different situation.

After releasing you, he walked over to Hongjoong to greet his boyfriend. When Hongjoong finally pried his eyes off of his screen to look at Seonghwa, the two shared the same loving gaze, he had just given you. Seonghwa had to bend down to give the still seated Hongjoong a small peck on the lips, but was also soon dismissed by Hongjoong with a gesture towards his equipment.

Seonghwa looked back at you and rolled his eyes to show how Hongjoong could be like this sometimes. He walked over to the little couch in Hongjoong's studio and pulled you onto his lap as he took a seat beside you. The act was one of innocent attraction. Seonghwa loved having you close to him and often pulled you close to him without any further intentions.

But now that you were straddling his hips, it was only driving you more insane than you already were before. Heat started pooling into your stomach and you were sure it was also showing through a red blush on your face.

Seonghwa noticed your flustered state with the most satisfied smile before burying his hands in your hair and pulling you in for a kiss. He started out slowly and sweet but as you began sucking on his bottom lip and writhing under his hands he realized what kind of lonely you had talked about in your message.

He interrupted the kiss to look at you and his eyes were now carrying a darkness that hadn't been there when he had first entered the room. He raked his eyes over your body quickly before gesturing for you to stand up. He got up from the sofa and directed a few short words at Hongjoong:

"We're gonna go grab some ice cream, you want some?"

You were a little confused about why Seonghwa suddenly wanted ice cream but you were noone to complain about sweets. Hongjoong only shook his head no without looking at you before Seonghwa grabbed your hand and led you both out of the studio.

But instead of heading towards the exit of the building, Seonghwa pulled you into the very next room, a small and currently unused studio right next to Hongjoong's.

Your eyes widened in surprise as you realized his intentions. Seonghwa was usually not one to be risky in public, but when he felt like it, it was a sure sign that he was very thirsty for you.

"So my precious baby was ignored by Hongjoong?" he asked you tauntingly as soon as he closed the door behind the two of you. The glint in his eyes already told you that he had some kind of plan going on in his head.

"Yes," you replied with a pout.

"And what was it you wanted from him?" Seonghwa snaked one arm around your waist as his other hand held you gently by your cheek. The touch seemed innocent on the outside but had your insides making flips and turns. His gaze alone was enough to send shivers over your skin.

"I wanted to cuddle," you replied but Seonghwa only chuckled at your response.

"Don't lie to me, precious. You don't kiss me like that when you just want to cuddle. What did you really want." His eyes fixed on yours in a dark gaze and you could feel the heat between your legs increasing.

"I wanted to ride him on his chair while he was working," you replied in a small voice.

A dangerous smile spread on Seonghwa's face. "Oh my needy little baby. And because you couldn't get his attention you tried to get mine instead? Am I your second choice because Hongjoong didn't want to please you?"

You stared at him wide-eyed, realizing how this might look to him. "No, NO! Seonghwa, I just-"

He was obviously delighted by your flustered state and interrupted your excuses with a chuckle.

"Don't worry precious, I know you’re just as desperate for me as you are for him."

He proved his point by backing you up against the desk inside the room and looming over your smaller figure. It was already enough to have you look up at him with big innocent eyes and nearly melting under his gaze. His right hand lifted up to cup your cheek and his thumb traced a fine line over your bottom lip.

"You know I want Hongjoong to take a little break from work just as bad as you, so why don't we join forces?" he proposed with a devilish smirk.

Your focus got lost in his dark eyes and the tingling feeling his finger left on your lip. You could feel the hairs on your arms standing up. "And how do you plan to do that?"

His eyes raked over your body slowly before they returned to your pleading face.

"I'm sure we'll catch his attention by making you scream my name next door, don't you think? You know how jealous he can get when we leave him out of the fun."

And without you having to say another word, the deal between the two of you was sealed. Seonghwa's grip on your cheek that had been so gentle before now turned into a more demanding one as he pulled you in for a kiss.

His attitude changed within the blink of an eye. His usual softness melting away to a fiery desire that enveloped his every move. As your lips shared a messy kiss, his hands wandered to your thighs and hastily lifted you onto the desk behind you.

From the elevated position you could now comfortably wrap your arms around Seonghwa's neck to pull him closer. When his tongue entered your mouth a low moan left your throat which had Seonghwa grinning wildly into the kiss.

His hands were all over you now, one encircling your waist and slipping under the fabric of your shirt to caress the soft skin underneath. His other messing up your hair. It was one of his favourite things to do because it left a sign of what you two were doing together.

His soft lips on yours already had your head spinning and you wanted to have him closer as fast as possible. Your hands scrambled to open up the buttons of his shirt while you arched your back more into his touch.

"Fuck, you're greedy today, precious. How long have you been wanting Hongjoong to touch you?"

While he spoke he pulled your shirt over your head and admired the sight of your chest in your white lacy bra. You looked up at him through fluttering lashes, knowing how weak it made him. In his dark gaze you could see that he was about to devour you.

"Like half an hour. I couldn't wait any longer..."

"Fuck..." Seonghwa only rasped out before he discarded his own shirt on the floor beside yours and pulled you close again by the back of your neck. The kiss you shared was driven by urgency and build up desire. You had been on edge for a while and Seonghwa was one to light up like dry kindle when it came to his sexual desires. Sometimes it only took a single look of you to have him burning up in desperate need of your skin on his.

It was exactly what happened right now. Every tug of your hands on his silky black strands had him grabbing you tighter and his hums getting lower. His hungry lips wandered from your mouth to your neck and you already knew by the way he sucked on your skin that you would soon look bruised all over.

"Get those pants off of me, precious," he rasped in between littering love bites onto your skin.

Your hands scrambled to his belt and managed to open the clasp shakily. The buttons of his jeans didn't want to cooperate with you and when you still only had popped one of them open, Seonghwa removed his lips from your skin to look at you impatiently.

"If you can't fucking do it, I will." With that he almost rips of the buttons as he quickly opens his jeans and let's them sink down to the floor. The threatening tone in his voice goes right to your lower regions. You know he would never do anything to hurt you, but the danger in his voice gave you this exhilarating rush of adrenaline that only made you wetter than you already were.

You stared at him, waiting for him to say something. Seonghwa seemed to be in a demanding mood right now and you knew it was better not to interfere with his ideas in a moment like that.

"Lay down, princess." The nickname has a sweet ring to it but his tone is purely commanding. You let your back sink onto the cold desk behind you to obey to him.

You thought he only wanted to get your pants off of you as he begins to undress you in a rush. But what you hadn't expected was him kneeling down right between your legs and starting to drag his tongue along your inner thigh.

A shudder ran through your entire body as the touch so close to your core registered with your nerves.

"I won't be able to stay quiet if you eat me out, Hwa!" you warned him. But Seonghwa didn't budge.

"That's exactly the point, precious. We want Joongie to hear us, don't you remember." His condescending voice only made you want him more. He was right. You had completely forgotten your little plan over Seonghwa touching you. His entire presence rendered your brain so useless that you couldn't even remember the reason you came here in the first place.

As his hot breath fanned over the fabric of your panties, the first small whine left your mouth. You looked down at Seonghwa who was smiling uncontrollably. He looked almost mad as he relished in the sight of you already squirming underneath him. Eating you out was his absolute favourite thing to do and you knew you were in for some trouble as he finally pushed the fabric of your panties to the side and let his tongue connect with your core.

He started by licking a few slow strips up your heat before letting his tongue circle your clit at a rapid pace. The sudden intensity had your hips twitching and Seonghwa had to pin them down with one of his hands to continue pleasuring you. When the other hand moved to your soaked entrance you knew it was over for you.

As two of his fingers dipped inside of you a high pitched moan escaped your throat. Seonghwa had no mercy with you. He immediately set a quick pace and his long fingers curled deep inside of you while his tongue never left your clit.

There was no point in trying to hold back your moans. It only took him a few seconds before they were tumbling out of you uncontrollably. Seonghwa knew exactly what would make you whine the loudest so he teased your most sensitive spots shamelessly.

You were rushing towards your first orgasm in lightning speed but you already had a feeling that Seonghwa would not yet grand you the pleasure.

"Hwa, please..." you begged him as you tightened around his fingers, your release closer than ever.

He removed his fingers from you as soon as he sensed you getting close and you whined at your denied orgasm.

"Not yet, precious. I need you to be louder for me before I'll make you come."

He got up from his spot between your legs and his hungry stare was enough to keep you fixed onto the desk.

"I can't wait to ruin you," he claimed lowly a devilish smirk on his handsome features. "I can't wait for Hongjoong to notice what he is missing out on."

Seonghwa finally removed his underwear and the sight of his painfully hard erection almost had you drooling. His tongue had left you wanting him more than ever and the sight of his throbbing cock was your final straw.

"Just make me scream already, Hwa." You knew those words would get him weak and the way he rolled back his eyes only proved your point.

Without another second of hesitation, he positioned himself in front of your entrance and slowly sunk himself into your dripping heat. One hand propped beside your hand, Seonghwa hovered over you as he bottomed out inside of you.

You didn't hold back on your satisfied moan as you finally feel full of him. Seonghwa's dark eyes don't leave your face for even a second as he starts fucking you dumb on his cock. Watching you squirm and falter under his touch drove him closer to an orgasm than the act itself.

His pace is merciless right from the start, picking up from were his fingers had left you. Freshly reminded of your mission you let your moans escape without trying to suffocate them.

"That's right, princess. Show Joongie how well I'm fucking you."

The mention of your other boyfriend has you clenching around Seonghwa. The thought of him hearing you just on the other side of the wall drove you insane. You closed your eyes as you imagined him finally realizing what he denied himself when he had sent you off.

"Eyes on me, precious. You still have time for dreaming after I've fucked you senseless."

You focussed back on Seonghwa who grinned smugly at how dazed you already looked beneath him. His hand wandered to your core and as soon as he drew circles into your clit you knew you wouldn't last long.

"Please, Seonghwa," you whined as you could feel your orgasm building up again.

"Louder, baby. He can't hear you yet."

"Seonghwa, please make me come!" You almost scream, desperation taking over you. You were too enveloped in the feeling of Seonghwa's cock hitting your sensitive spot over and over again for you to care about anything else. You just wanted to come so badly.

His eyes glazed over at you screaming his name so shamelessly. His breath quickening and thrusts faltering slightly, you were sure, Seonghwa was close as well.

"Say my name one more time, precious. You sound so pretty for me."

"You fuck me so good, Seonghwa," you praised him. Your words were getting right to his head as he released a low moan. He hastily grabbed your right leg to pull it over his shoulder. The deeper angle almost had you coming on the first thrust and your moans increased in volume. Meanwhile his fingers never left your clit, pushing you into a delightful state of all encompassing pleasure.

"You gonna come for me, princess?" he asked shakily with hungry eyes fixed on your dazed expression.

"Fuck, yes I'm close." Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders to pull him into a sloppy kiss that temporarily hid your moans before Seonghwa pulled back again with a glint of danger in his gaze.

"Can I fill you up, precious? You know how much Joongie loves you all stuffed with our cum."

You nodded without hesitation, a low moan leaving you at the mention of it. The thought of Seonghwa coming deep inside of you electrified you.

"Please, Hwa, please just come inside of me." You couldn't take it anymore. Your orgasm was closer than ever and Seonghwa knew it as well.

With a few well angled thrusts and consistent pressure on your clit Seonghwa finally send you over the edge. The blissful feeling spread through your body like wildfire, rendering your ears useless for a few ecstatic seconds of pure silence. Still relishing in your waves of pleasure Seonghwa's hips stuttered inside of you.

"Fuck, I'm coming, precious."

He buried himself deep inside of you and you could feel him twitching as he covered your insides in his hot cum. The warmth of it spread from your core through your entire body leaving you in an almost feverish state of bliss.

Once your senses fully returned to you, you noticed Seonghwa panting above you. He slowly slid himself out of you and immediately you could feel a few drops of his cum spill out of you and onto the studio floor, before Seonghwa pulled your panties back over your core to stop you from dripping. But the sight had him groaning, almost wanting to start the next round right away. If it wasn't for Hongjoong in the next room, he would've fucked his own cum back into you right away.

Seonghwa littered a few affectionate kisses over you stomach before pulling you up from the desk. You tried to look around for your shirt to get dressed again, but before you could find it, Seonghwa instead started dressing you in his black dressing shirt.

"You look hot in my shirts," was his explanation as he saw your confused look. "And you won't need pants anyways," he assured you with a smirk on his face.

You slid down from the edge of the desk with a soft smile at Seonghwa and placed a slow but deep kiss on his lips. "Thank you, for coming to help me."

"My pleasure," he grinned back at you. "Now go and get that man away from his computer, before he dies in front of it."

The mention of Hongjoong made you very aware of Seonghwa's release slowly dripping into your panties. A shudder rolled over your body as you imagined visiting you boyfriend after you had just screamed Seonghwa's name in the next room.

You went towards the door but before you exit the small room you turned to Seonghwa one last time: "Don't you want to join us? I know you like watching me and Joongie."

Seonghwa smiled a weak smile but waved you on. "I'm exhausted from dance practice and I'm happy to let him ruin you on his own. I know he'll take good care of you, baby."

You nodded at Seonghwa before finally leaving the room. Your legs were shaking but you didn't know how much of it was from your precious actions and how much from the nervousness of getting back into Hongjoong's studio after provoking him like that. His jealous side could be quite intimidating.

Your hand rested on the door knob for a few seconds and you took a deep breath before going inside.

At first, the scene in front of you looked exactly like you had left it. Hongjoong was fixed onto his monitors, fingers hastily working on the equipment. But after you closed the door behind you and stood in the middle of the room for a few painfully long seconds, Hongjoong spun around in his chair.

As soon as his eyes raked over your only half-dressed figure a rush of adrenaline bursted through your entire body. His gaze on you was almost terrifying. His jaw was set and his eyes spoke of lust and anger all at the same time.

"Oh, so you have the courage to come back to me after fucking Seonghwa next door?" he finally spat out after leaving you waiting in silence for a short while.

His blunt statement made you even more nervous, shifting in your place. You became very aware of the fact that Seonghwa's shirt was barely covering you.

"I told you I wanted to cuddle," was all you answered. You knew you were pushing your limits. But after the way Seonghwa had just fucked you senseless you felt a little too confident of yourself. Like you could get away with teasing him just fine.

That feeling soon crumbled as Hongjoong got up from his chair and walked over to you. You were backed up against the wall within the blink of an eye, your pulse racing and pupils blown wide.

"And I told you I needed to focus on work. And what you do is call up our boyfriend and let him fuck you so loud that I was able to record your moans from here."

You whimpered at the thought. Had you really been this loud?

"You are basically screaming for punishment right now, kitten," Hongjoong continued, letting his fingers wander from your neck over your jawline, tracing the marks Seonghwa had left.

"I'll tell Seonghwa to leave some skin for me next time, he got greedy with you today."

He leaned in to kiss you but you couldn't hold back from getting one last hit at your boyfriend:

"He also filled me up nicely. Said you would like that."

"Fuck..." Is all Hongjoong could mutter before crushing his lips onto yours.

The kiss was harsh and raw. Both your teeth clicked at times and Hongjoong made sure to stuff his tongue as deep into your mouth as he possibly could. His hands were on you in a millisecond. One wrapping around your neck and pressing you against the wall by it while the other balled Seonghwa's shirt at your waist.

The intensity had you moaning into his lips. Your own hands were roaming through Hongjoong's hair, messing it up nicely before wandering to his muscular chest.

All of this harshness had a familiarity to it that gave you comfort. Seonghwa could be rough with you but always in a controlled way. But Hongjoong lost himself in you just the way you did with him. The two of you only functioning through your desires when you went past a certain point. And you loved being like this. Losing yourself in his hands as you fell apart beneath every touch.

Hongjoong squeezed your throat a little earning a deep moan from you that made him chuckle.

"You're still that needy even after Seonghwa already fucked you?" he asked tauntingly.

"I'm always needy for the two of you." You responded quickly in between sloppy kisses. "Don't care how often you fuck me, Joongie. I'll always want your cock."

He groaned into the kiss before snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you of the wall. Instead he pushed you towards the small sofa in his studio. It wasn't the first time the two of you had used it for rather inappropriate purposes but you had a feeling that it would suffer especially bad today.

Hongjoong almost threw you on top of the cushions when your legs hit the edge of the sofa. But one arm was still securely wrapped around your waist to make sure you'd fall softly. Following you, his face now hovered directly over yours, both arms propped up next to you.

You lifted your head to meet his lips in another kiss but he retracted his head with the most devilish smirk.

"You think you get to tease me like that and now I'll do as you please? Has Seonghwa fucked your sense out of you too, precious?"

You didn't have a witty comeback this time and just stared at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I think I need to let you choke on my cock for a while so that you remember who's in charge," he explained and you couldn't help but groan at the thought.

Sucking Hongjoong off was far from a punishment to you so you scrambled to pull down his joggers as he still hovered above you. The way you were oh so eager to get him undressed only fuelled his desire for you. When you pulled down his pants and underwear his cock already looked painfully hard.

Hongjoong lifted your chin with his pointer finger before you could take him in your mouth.

"Be good for me and behave from now on, ok precious?"

"Yes, Joongie," you said through fluttering lashes and Hongjoong smiled as his hand wandered to your hair and pulled you down onto his aching cock.

You moaned as soon as he filled up your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You started swirling your tongue around his shaft which earned you a low groan from your boyfriend. Before you could begin to move up and down his length, Hongjoong's hand grasped the back of your head and he started fucking himself into his mouth.

"Shit, you feel so good my little slut." The petname made you whine around his length and you knew that turned him on even more. You loved it when he used you like that, stuffing his cock down your tight throat until you started choking on it. And just when you felt like the air supply was getting too short, he backed out a bit to give you some time to breath.

As Hongjoong watched you take his cock so well and listened to your sweet whimpering sounds he felt himself getting close and finally pulled out of your mouth. He didn't want to finish already.

"Open your shirt," was all he muttered as he started to remove your underwear. What he had completely forgotten about was the mess Seonghwa had left you in. He moaned as he noticed Seonghwa's cum leaking from your core and Hongjoong couldn't help but stuff it back into you with his fingers.

You whined at the sudden pleasure and started grinding yourself down onto his fingers.

"God, you're so fucking needy. Can't wait to ruin you."

He pulled out his now cum stained fingers and wiped them on Seonghwa's shirt that you had discarded on the couch. A dangerous smile spread on Hongjoong's face as he aligned himself with you.

"Ready for me?" he asked tauntingly.

"I already was two hours ago but you kind of turned me down so hurry the fuck up."

You didn't know where your sudden braveness came from but it set Hongjoong's desires on fire. He plunged into you without another word and as soon as he started to thrust at a merciless tempo you felt like seeing stars.

His hand went up to your neck and he started applying pressure to the sides of it.

"My stupid little slut still can't behave? First she's fucking our boyfriend next door and now she's talking back to me? I'll fuck you so dumb you won't even remember how to talk."

And he was already fulfilling his promise. The choking made you light headed and his well angled thrusts already had you swimming in pleasure. Even though Seonghwa had taken good care of you before, another orgasm neared you at Hongjoong's temper. You couldn't help but be incredibly turned on by him being mad. Something about the fire in his eyes just made your insides flutter.

When your vision started to blotch from the choking you lightly tapped Hongjoong's hand and he removed the pressure from your neck. Instead his fingers gently caressed your skin. He did not however decrease the speed of his thrusts. With the squelching noises of him fucking Seonghwa's cum back into you, you felt another orgasm approaching.

"Joongie, I'm gonna cum."

"I know, precious." He answered cockily and pulled out of you only moments before you could finish.

You whined at the loss of contact and desperately tried to grab onto Hongjoong's shoulder to pull him back.

"Not so fast, kitten. I'm giving you what you want after all don't worry."

To your surprise he stood up and walked over to his office chair. As he sat down he started stroking himself and looked directly into your eyes.

"Isn't this what you wanted? To fuck me in my chair while I'm working because you're so horny you can't even wait for me to finish work? If you want to finish today come here and fuck me properly, little slut."

You were across the room and straddling Hongjoong within the blink of an eye. Your eyes connected as you slowly lowered yourself onto his length and you could swear your eyelashes fluttered simultaneously.

Your legs barely had any strength left but you bounced up and down Hongjoong's cock, driven be the pure desire in his eyes as he admired you on top of him.

"Now that's a good girl," he groaned as his hands held onto your waist. The praise got straight to your core and you could feel your orgasm building up again.

You continued moving on Hongjoong's cock but your legs were starting to get shaky and your pace was slowing down.

"Need help, precious? Do you want to come?" He relished in your fucked out state, too weak to get yourself to come.

"Please, Joongie. Please help me," you whined as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

"You know I love it when you beg for me."

And with that he grabbed your hips and started thrusting into you from beneath. Usually, he would leave you struggling for longer and really make you work for your orgasm but you could sense how his own greediness overtook him.

The sudden intensity left you breathless. Hongjoong was just way too good at this, fucking into you at just the right angles.

The closeness between you two was intoxicating. The way his arm pressed your body flush to his naked chest. Your eyes staring straight up into his, desire and infinite affection mirroring in both your gazes.

His lips caught yours in a feverish kiss. As your tongues tasted each other you finally lost yourself in your release. A series of moans left your mouth as you came hard on Hongjoong's cock. He smiled into the embrace as if he shared your pleasure, his eyes blown wide as he watched you come.

"Hold on for just a moment, precious. I'm coming too."

You couldn't even answer him, your mind far gone. His last few particularly deep thrusts only helped you draw out your orgasm and when Hongjoong finally stilled inside you, you even found it in yourself to grind down on him while he shot his hot cum deep into you.

His groans were like music to your ears and you cuddled your head into his neck to be even closer to the blissful sounds. He was still twitching deep inside you as his cum combined with Seonghwa's and threatened to leak out of you.

Hongjoong picked you up, his dick still inside of you and laid you down on the edge of the couch before pulling himself out. Immediately, the cum started to drip onto the floor.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this," he groaned before he grabbed some tissues to clean up the mess between your legs.

"You are so good to me, Joongie," you praised him in a weak voice and he chuckled.

"I think you need some rest now, beautiful. Should I call Seonghwa to pick you up? I still need to finish work." He said very nonchalantly while putting your panties back on you.

You looked at him in disbelief. "Kim Hongjoong, if you sit back down in front of this computer I will personally make it the worst time of your life."

"I'm just kidding, precious. I'll get us home and sleep next to you two for once. I know I shouldn't always just sneak in at 5am when I'm done but sometimes I think you have each other so you won't need me..." His voice suddenly sounded a little sad.

The words hurt you deep inside your chest. You pulled him down to sit beside you on the couch and looked into his eyes.

"What are you talking about, Joongie? All we do is talk about how much we miss you. We love you so much."

A warm smile played around his lips, eyes big in wonder. His entire personality so different from what he was just 5 minutes ago. "I can't believe I'm lucky enough to have you two," he finally said and pulled you in for a kiss. This one was soft and full of warm and fuzzy feelings.

Your eyes sparkled when you looked up at him after your lips parted. "You'll have to say that again to Seonghwa, he likes stuff like that."

Both of you laughed as you were cuddling into each others arms. You have never felt happier.

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[lumienyx]

bloodless much?

I see @spacebarbarianweird's excellent point on Tav being unable to give Astarion blood that often since it would deteriorate their health.

But also listen.

One thing I love about DND sorcery is metamagic. At its most basic, it's ' twisting and adapting your spells to suit your needs.' Sure there are the canonical effects, but thinking outside game mechanics—technically as a sorcerer you can tinker with spells however you damn well please.

Which is what my Tav does when he makes a scroll that replenishes his blood faster than is humanly (or, well, half-elvenly) possible.

Astarion ends up drinking the extra blood, leaving Tav with just enough for him to function normally and go about his day as usual (something to be definitely included in touch too much ehehe)

Which means:

A totally valid canonical reason for Tav letting Astarion drink from him daily, sometimes several times a day, i.e. Astarion never has to go without a sentient creature's blood ever again and is always well fed

I'd assume the first times Tav attempts this don't go over that well and that makes his blood cells multiply a bit too fast. He ends up going over to Shadowheart, thoroughly embarrassed and asking for a complex healing session for the Serious Condition he really could not have ended up with that quickly, having to painstakingly explain to her what the hells even happened (spoiler: she is Not Impressed. “You’re seriously making me waste a day’s worth of energy fixing you up because you wanted to become an infinite blood bank for your thirsty vampire lover?”)

Alternatively, and this fits EVEN BETTER (thanks to @satanicspinosaurus for pointing it out), the excess number of red blood cells is called erythrocytosis, which is what Tav would accidentally end up with as he experiments. And one of the primary treatments for this is LITERALLY phlebotomy, i.e. removing blood. So Tav explaining the whole situation to Astarion would probably go somewhat like this...

“Uh, Astarion?” “Yes, my sweet—” Astarion frowns after taking one glance at Tav’s face. “What is it? You look a bit feverish. Is something the matter?” Tav bites his lip, feeling his cheeks grow warm as he speaks, “Well. Yes. And no? Kind of.” “Eloquent.” Tav heaves a deep sigh. “Anyway. Shadowheart sent me. She can’t heal this… disease I have—or, well, she can, but she actually said the best treatment is something you can do for me. And we need to get to it fast, otherwise I’ll die, so. Here.” Tav extends his wrist, bared and ready to be drunk from. Astarion only blinks at him, zero understanding in his eyes and now quite a bit more concern. “You’re going to have to be a bit more specific, love," he says. "Why exactly did our resident healer send you to get healed by me? Especially since this is serious? My talents lie in stealth, trickery, and necromancy as of late—and you still look very much alive.” “Blood,” Tav grits through his teeth, looking anywhere but Astarion’s face. “You need to drink my blood. A lot of it. I completely fucked up the strength of a spell.” “What spell,” Astarion demands, “would lead to you needing to lose blood?” “I wanted to create one that would increase the amount of blood I have by speeding up the body’s natural blood replenishment speed,” Tav explains to the clouds he’s distinctly observing. Anywhere but Astarion’s face. “And well. I ended up with far more of it than I need. It’s my first attempt, all right?” He forces his head to turn to look Astarion at last, who’s still staring at him blankly, with slightly parted lips. Probably thinking Tav is a massive idiot. “You can drink just about a quarter of my blood at this point," Tav offers weakly. "With no consequence.” Astarion doesn’t react at first. At all. Simply stands there before Tav, looking at him long and hard as if waiting for more words that never come, as the weight of embarrassment blocks all of Tav’s attempts at further explaining himself. “Well, darling,” Astarion finally says, taking the couple of steps that separate them—and suddenly, Tav feels Astarion’s hands on him, locking him in an embrace he’s happy to be captive in. Tav melts into it, mesmerized by the hungry look in those red eyes, as always comforted by the coolness of Astarion’s skin as he leans in to place a kiss on Tav’s neck. “How could I say no to such a delicious treat?”

Astarion gets his treat every day from now on. He is very happy with the arrangement

The result of Tav’s experiments is a Scroll of Blood Replenishment that I imagine Tav would stylize to look quite cool, red parchment and all. But since he would be making those scrolls on the daily, I guess the red would be a bit overkill to do that often and it ends up looking like any other scroll, much to Tav's dismay, but he needs to keep things efficient for his lover

In time, Tav learns to cast the spell sans scroll (does Gale help him out with it? sorcerer-wizard buddies ftw??) So, Astarion can just slide up to him, pull a Puss in Boots look, and Tav would just have to whisper a few words, his body instantly providing a filling meal for Astarion whenever and wherever they are

And I just think that’s neat, thanks for coming to my BloodTed Talk.

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#astarion #astarion x tav #bg3 astarion #astarion headcanon #i just thought SO WHAT IF i'm bloodless after every long rest #Astarion is thirsty for Tav's blood and Tav is thirsty for his happiness #that's it that's the hc #astarion romance #astarion ancunin #tavstarion #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3

[thewritingofspencerrose]

https://www.tumblr.com/thewritingofspencerrose/742414915935092736/ok-but-why-am-i-hooked-on-that-criminology-x-jack

Could you do a part 2 with Luke like when she gets back to the apartment

i love writing for Crim & Jack, and love this request! thank you and sorry for the delay, i hope you enjoy!

a reminder that all requests are open for any of the hockey or f1 boys i write for!

New York air. All I have dreamed of since being trapped in that God forsaken library.

That and being able to see Jack again. Feeling his arms around me, feeling his lips on mine. Just simply being around him and his smile.

But here I am, eyes staring at my feet, heels touching the pavement back home.

And I can't move a muscle. Until two hands are on my shoulders, giving me a tug.

"Dahlia, Kid, listen to my voice," It's Mica. "Just listen to the sound of my voice, of the hum of the plane, Isabelle's constant chatter," He chuckles after the last statement, but only once my eyes meet his, tearful but no longer lost in the depths of my mind.

He smiles, a one that only someone with the warmth of father could truly muster. 20 years my senior and 2 teenagers at home, his energy makes sense. His standing as our team leader is exactly where he's supposed to be.

"There you are. What had you so lost in thought?"

He knows the answer. It's our job to read people. But I do appreciate that he's asking, not reading.

"I don't want to bring this home to him."

Mica does me the good deed of at least pretending to look confused, even if he's not.

"To who Dahl?"

"Jack. It's different than usual. We see what the victims go through, we analyze what happened. I've never-"

"Had to be the victim," He supplies, face tight. "I know. You're a student, we shouldn't have sent you in there."

I am just a student. How did I get from a lecture hall to this?

"I've met Jack, you know?"

Now he's just trying to distract me, and it does work, his question making me chuckle quietly as Isabelle and Franny leave the plane, offering us small smiles as they go.

"I do know, I was the one to introduce you."

He's smiling now, whatever he's getting at is obviously working how he wanted it to.

"So you know I can say, with confidence, that you could never burden that boy like you think you're going to."

"I just- I try my best to not bring anything too scary home, you know? He's just such a positive guy and I don't want to dim that? And we have a kid-"

"You what?" His eyes are like saucers, and I'm realizing that even if I did finish my sentence he'd still be confused.

"His kid brother, Luke lives with us," I fix myself, his body relaxing. Poor father figure.

"Dahlia, I need you to listen to me, you are not a burden to him for going through something horrific, and he loves you enough to be positive for you both if you can't right now, okay? I could not tell you the number of times my wife was my sunlight when cases are hard and-"

"Crim!"

It's Luke's voice that cuts off Mica, panic etched into every fiber of the sound. His brother is next to him, and the lights of the airport reflect off of streaks left behind by tears.

My boys.

Mica's hand taps my shoulder twice, his typical good job pat on the back. "And those boys are your sunshine, hold on to that."

Nodding, I thank him with a smile, Jack nearly crashing into me with how hard he pulls me into his arms. His lips touch to the top of my head, the warmth I've been looking forward to from his body embracing me as his cologne does the same.

"Thank you for bringing her back safe," His eyes are trained on Mica, arms still wrapped tight and Luke standing to our side.

Mica just smiles. "Can't have my unofficial daughter dying on me," and it's meant as a joke, but Jack flinches. "Sorry, psychoanalyst humor. Have a good night all."

He's waved off, given soft goodbyes, and I can't help but glance up, eyes meeting the ones I love so much.

"As much as I love you, I think Luke might vibrate out of his skin if he's left to the side any longer."

The boy doesn't argue, just stands there, nearly frozen.

This was as hard on them as it was for me.

"Lu, come here," I wave over, him taking a singular gigantic step towards his brother and I pull him into our hug, doing my best to run my hand through his curls as I do when he's upset. It's a few moments later that I can feel the drops of something wet fall onto my shoulder, just at the crook of my neck.

"Oh Lu, please don't cry." His response is muffled by my shoulder the first time, his brother and I pulling back to encourage him up. "What was that?"

"You're not allowed to die."

It's a sob, red eyes, tears down his face, and effectively breaks my heart.

Jack's arm is still around my waist, holding me tight, and when I look up I notice tears have slipped down his cheeks as well.

Taking Luke's hands in mine, I run my fingers over his knuckles, the universal Hughes calming method.

"I promise to always come home."

A promise I can make but never guarantee.

#the writing of spencer rose #original character #nhl fanfiction #jack hughes x criminology oc #jack hughes x oc #jack hughes fanfiction #jack hughes imagine #luke hughes x oc #luke hughes

[imagine-silk]

Deacon, Danse, Preston and Mac react to a female sole getting injured and, after getting fixed up and she’s kinda strung out on drugs, she simply says “my sober self won’t tell you this, but I love you. Like a lot. Don’t tell her I said that.”

I'm back baby! I thought the idea of inebriated Sole referring to herself as a different person was hilarious. I cut Danse because I had a plan for him and I can't for the life of me find it, very sad.

[Deacon] You love I

He freezes for a moment and then continues to wrap your leg. You are too out of it to hold your train of thought so it was like you never said it at all. Like every other time he's uncomfortable he wants to leave -disappear and surface at his convenience- but he wasn't about to leave you in the middle of nowhere, high out of your mind and severely injured.

He doesn't leave but in the morning you know something's different. There's an extra step while you walk, he sits turned when you eat, his jokes are never personal. "Did I punch you while I was out of it?"

"No? Why would you think that?" His face doesn't react but you know he understands.

"Did I?"

"No."

You know he won't talk about it so you give him space. There are times he has a bit of trouble dealing, this is not new. But the gap just keeps getting wider. It's driving you crazy.

You couldn't help yelling at him, "What's wrong!?"

He looked at you with his eyebrows raised, startled. "Nothing's wrong."

"There is! You're acting weird. Why?"

"You're angry. We should talk about this later. You know, when you're not about to commit murder."

"So you can leave!? NO! Tell me right now or so help me God I will punch you so hard you'll need another face change."

Finally his face changes. His eyebrow point down and so does his mouth, energy matching yours. "Why are you so difficult!?"

"Why are you!? What happened?"

"It doesn't matter. It really doesn't."

"Then you should tell me!"

"YOU LOVE ME!"

The room stopped completely. The anger sizzled out completely and you were both trapped in freezing uncharted waters. That's what happened, what you didn't remember. Embarrassed, shamed, scared. You were naked in front of the man you had taken bullets for, who took bullets for you. One thing however stood out. "That doesn't matter?"

"I shouldn't have done all this. God dammit you are so difficult." He ran his hand down his face in defeat. "But I can't leave. I should have, I wanted to, I want to, but I can't."

You walked over to him and pulled him into a hug. He put his chin on your head and sighed. "You make me so uncomfortable."

[Preston] Finger promise

"Really?" He smiles bright and fondly.

"Shh, don't say it so loud."

"You're right," He whispers, "I won't tell her."

"Pinky promise." You held out your finger, your pointer finger.

"Pinky promise." He wrapped his pointer finger around yours.

The next day everything hurt. Your head was clear but that made all the wounds very present. Shuffling down the hall you could smell breakfast. Sitting he passed you a glass of water and left the pot to simmer. "How are you feeling?" He asked, holding his hand to your forehead. "You're a little hot."

You sighed at the comforting touch. "Yeah. I'll be better in a few days. It's nice of you to stay." Instead of being out on patrol.

"Well, you needed me. But more than that I need to tell you something." You couldn't help but let the moment go sour thinking he was going to go off to be a do-gooder while you stay. "But you need to come in close so she doesn't hear me."

"Who?"

"Someone I made a promise to. But you need to hear it." He leaned in closer and cupped his hands to your ear, "I love you too."

It clicked in you what he means. Your hands shoot up to your red face. "Oh my God."

"Sorry I broke our pinky promise." He quickly patted your head and went back to cooking like nothing happened.

[MacCready] Tease all you want

"How much?" He smirked.

"It's really big."

"How big is it?"

"Bigger than you and me. It's huge. Like a super-mutant and a death-claw."

"And sober you knows this?"

"She does! But she's an idiot and never tells you. I'm so much better." You did a pose flinging your arms.

"Careful there. Let's not pop a stitch."

"But you like me better right? Tell her she's stupid!"

The next morning you woke up to MacCready rubbing something on your face. Something cold and stinging. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Curie said this helps bruising. Now lay back down." You did as he said, finding no reason to get up. While he continued patting your face he added, "You know this isn't part of my contract."

"Then why are you staying?" You stuck out your tongue.

"Because you're an idiot."

"I will kill you when I get out this bed."

"Your words not mine. You said to tell you, you're so stupid for not telling me you love me."

"Come again?"

"You love me a lot and it's bigger than a super-mutant and a death-claw put together."

"I'm definitely gonna kill you now. You know too much." He laugh and rubbed your cheek. His smile changed from smug to loving, you almost hated it. "It doesn't bother you?"

"I'd have to be stupid to say it bothered me." He leaned in and kissed the corner of your mouth, gentle and chaste, almost not there but ever present.

#ask and you shall receive #fallout 4 #fallout x reader #fallout imagines #preston garvey #maccready #deacon fo4

[thiccpettybitch]

Sweet Sorrow - Ch. 2 Miguel O’hara x F!Reader

Okay, so it's been longer than I wanted – I'm sorry, lol. I ended up rewriting this chapter because I wasn't happy with it, and now I am, so... hopefully, you are too, lol! Also, I'm struggling with not rushing through it, but I want to get to the good bits, lol! Either way, I don't know what's next – probably Boxer Miguel or Ghost x Reader. We'll see! As always, enjoy!🥰

Two days had gone by, two days spent doing nothing but lying on that firm couch and gazing into space. Every now and then, you would sit up, your gaze fixed on the narrow gap in the blinds, letting a sliver of light filter into the otherwise dim room.

The idea of a shower and some food was almost enough to coax you into moving—almost. But no, you had already made up your mind; you weren't going to budge until... well... you weren't sure, to be honest. It's not like you had a clear plan. I mean, who gets kidnapped from their own dimension and then lands up in a futuristic world? You had no idea where you were or how on earth you were going to get back home.

Home… well, that wasn't an option. As much as you yearned for it, as much as the longing for your aunt, uncle, and... Miguel tugged at you, you just couldn't. There wasn't even enough energy left in you to summon a sense of guilt over it; after all, it was him you missed the most.

You felt so incredibly alone. Sure, Lyla kept you company, and those light hearted conversations were a nice distraction, but when night arrived, and you were left there in the silent darkness, staring up at the plain white ceiling, a heavy lump formed in the pit of your stomach. You'd toss and turn, close your eyes in a futile attempt to fall asleep, or try to shift your focus to something else, but it didn't really matter.

Your life and fate were completely out of your hands now. Everyone you knew, everyone you cared about, the life you were familiar with—it was all gone.

Your stubbornness aside, your bladder's insistence was hard to ignore. So, with a resigned sigh, you stood up and headed towards the plain white door that you were now pretty certain led to the bathroom. Just as you were almost there, however, Miguel suddenly appeared right in front of you. Caught off guard, you ended up walking straight into him.

He looked down at you not the least bit bothered by you quite literally smacking in to him, He looked down at you not the least bit bothered by you quite literally smacking in to him. You didn't bother looking up at him; instead, a string of internal curses flowed. Of all times, he had to stroll out of his bedroom right then. After you hadn't budged from the couch for a good two days, figures that the very moment you finally gave in, he would pop up.

Glancing between you and the door, he took a quiet step back. One hand remained hidden behind his back, while the other was extended in the direction of the bathroom. In a different context—where you weren't practically a prisoner and he wasn't your borderline kidnapper—it might have looked quite chivalrous. If only...

Without sparing him a glance, you strode past, only catching a glimpse of his movement from the corner of your eye. He seemed like he was about to say something when you swiftly shut the door in his face. To be honest, it was more about the imminent explosion in your bladder rather than genuine irritation. Both reasons were valid, but one was simply more... urgent.

Once done with your business, you went to wash your hands. In the mirror, you caught a glimpse of your own reflection staring back at you. You looked pale, with dark rings shadowing your eyes. Your nose appeared red and puffy—too much crying, not enough sleep, you thought to yourself. You attempted to tame some of your unruly locks as you glanced at your disheveled appearance.

"Screw it," you muttered.

You pulled your shirt over your head and discarded it along with your pants and underwear. Consequences be damned, you were having that shower even if it was the last thing you did! With determined steps, you entered the walk-in shower, casting a quick look around. Goosebumps prickled on your skin as you stood there, awkwardly trying to figure out how the contraption worked.

The sound of a tap at the door made you jump, causing you to quickly cover yourself instinctively, just in case the door might open. Though, of course, that wasn't a concern since you had already locked it.

‘’Do you… need help?’’

‘’I’m capable of using a bathroom, thank you.’’ It was the first time you had spoken to him in days and it came out just as venomous as you intended.

‘’The shower; it’s maybe different from what you’re used to. If you let me in, I can show you how it works’’

He sounded like he was trying to sound as calm and soothing as possible – the way you'd talk to a scared animal, letting it know you're not a threat. The image of him coaxing a timid, cornered critter came to mind, making you frown.

‘’I don’t want your help.’’

‘’I…’’ you could hear him sight on the other side of the door.

He mumbled something that you couldn't quite catch, and then suddenly Lyla appeared in the bathroom. She was away from you, floating in front of the mirror, engrossed in checking herself out. Regardless, you covered yourself, wearing a deep scowl on your face.

She leaned forward, pushing her heart-shaped glasses up to adjust her lashes, and then let them settle back against her nose.

[You gotta press the button, hold it in and turn the dial at the same time. Don’t turn it too much towards the red or you’ll burn yourself.]

You opened your mouth to tell her off but decided to just let it go, allowing yourself to relish the sensation of the water cascading down on you, the temperature just perfect. As you turned toward the mirror, your eyes squinted to shield against the water, only to realize that Lyla had vanished just as swiftly as she'd materialized.

Whatever.

You thought to yourself, closing your eyes and relishing how the water effortlessly washed away everything – the dirt, the grime, the fatigue. It all seemed to dissolve, vanishing down the drain. Using both hands, you ran your fingers through your hair, appreciating how the water flowed down your head and back. Shifting to the side, you reached for the nearest bottle within reach, bringing it up to your face to read the label. "Men's Care 3 in 1," you muttered, rolling your eyes. It was such a cliché.

After the much-needed shower, you stepped out, snatching a nearby towel and draping it around yourself. As you pondered, your gaze wandered around, and it hit you that this might be the first time you had ever been in a guy's apartment—well, maybe not the absolute first time. There was...

Shaking your head, you pushed away the memory and the accompanying ache. That wasn't what you wanted to dwell on. Instead, you strolled over to the mirror, a bit surprised it hadn't fogged up. But hey, maybe that was some sort of futuristic technology. Your attention shifted to one of the cabinets next to it, where a small pink bow was tied around the handle.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you swung open the cabinet and peered inside, only to find yourself gaping in astonishment. It was filled with... well, everything you could imagine needing, and then some. A hairbrush, a comb, an array of hairpins, both thick and thin hairbands, a still-packaged hairdryer that looked newly bought, creams, a toothbrush, floss, shampoo, conditioner, razors, toothpaste, a face mask, pads for day and night, and, quite surprisingly, a Ziploc bag containing... tampons?!

You grabbed the Ziploc bag and inspected it, your confusion evident. Holding it up, you almost seemed to hope that the bathroom light could somehow shed light on this mystery. Then, out of nowhere, a loud snort burst from you. Quickly, you clapped a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle the laughter. The mental picture of Miguel dashing into a random 7/11, swiping some tampons, and dashing out had invaded your thoughts. And there you stood, one hand clutching the bag, the other muffling your mouth, struggling to contain your laughter. The more you urged yourself to stop, the harder it became to control.

Oh god... laughter was such a relief. It engulfed you, a fleeting respite that lasted for only about five seconds before the guilt and pain resurfaced.

[Ooh, you found the stash!]

You scoffed, shaking your head in sheer disbelief. "The stash? The illicit tampon collection? Yeah, I found it, alright."

[Nice, I didn’t realize your dimension had banned them too]

Lyla said, hovering in front of you with her hands resting behind her head and her legs casually stretched out in front of her. It was as if she was lounging in a hammock, utterly at ease.

‘’Wait… you’re kidding right? These are actually illegal?!’’

[Yuuuup! We had a governor a few years back who ran this whole campaign about cutting down pollution. But you know what's funny? There were no changes to industrial emissions, plastic waste in the oceans, or those illegal chemical dumps. Yet somehow, they were all over female hygiene products. Go figure,] she explained with a roll of her eyes.

"Some things just never change, I guess," you scoffed, glancing at the bag and the assortment of tampons within it.

[Guess not. But you know what? That right there? That's like first-grade black market stuff! It's not something you just stumble upon easily,] Lyla quipped, a blend of amusement and disbelief in her tone.

Shaking your head, a small smile tugged at your lips. It was the sheer absurdity of it all that brought that smile, nothing else.

[You've got some fresh clothes in that cabinet over there. I was gonna go all out with the color selection, but SOMEONE vetoed that idea. So... enjoy the gray,] Lyla teased, a hint of playful irritation in her voice.

As you opened the cabinet, you extracted a set of gray sweatpants and a matching top. You motioned for her to give you some privacy to change, and she obligingly backed off.

As you stepped out of the bathroom, you watched Miguel sitting at the kitchen counter, hunched over and looking comically big for the small stool he sat on.

It felt far too soon to let go of the bitterness that still clung to you, thanks to, well... everything. What were you expected to do? Force a smile and offer gratitude for some "welcome to your new home" gesture? Act as though you were in a quaint Airbnb instead of trapped in a futuristic realm, compelled to leave behind everyone you cherished, with the added torment of being forbidden from ever reuniting with them – a decision that could potentially unravel not just their lives, but the very fabric of an entire dimension?!

Sigh…

Sauntering over to Lyla, you crossed your arms nonchalantly over your chest and leaned against the fridge. Miguel scooped another spoonful of cereal into his mouth, engrossed in calibrating something on his bracelet. He was so absorbed in whatever task he was focused on that he failed to notice the way your eyes were fixed on the bowl before him.

Noticing your gaze fixed on him, tracking the spoon's journey from the bowl to his mouth, he let out a sigh. Setting the spoon down into the bowl, he met your eyes, prompting you to look away.

"Want some?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"No," you retort, practically turning your nose up at him in a show of defiance.

He rolls his eyes, shoving the bowl aside and getting to his feet. Without uttering a word, he leaves. He doesn't even spare you a glance as he strides out of the apartment, the doors sealing shut behind him.

You stand there, gazing into space in silence, holding your breath.

[Annnnnd he’s gone.]

With a sudden burst of energy, you lunge forward, snatching the bowl and hastily scraping up the remaining bits of cereal into your mouth. You chew with gusto, enjoying the sensation of finally eating something. However, a pang of discomfort in your stomach serves as a reminder that you can't keep up this kind of behavior.

Lifting the bowl to your lips, you tilt it back, savoring the chocolate-flavored milk pooled at the bottom. You don't mind the liquid that drips down your chin; in this moment, you're just enjoying the sensation of nourishment.

[Wow.]

"What?!" you hiss, hastily wiping your chin with the back of your hand.

[Really? You have to ask?]

You roll your eyes, taking the bowl with you and dropping it into the sink, not caring what becomes of it.

The room settles into silence as you move over to the couch, sinking into it and pointing at the TV expectantly. It springs to life as Lyla appears beside you, now taking on a larger, almost human-like form as she sits down next to you. Her judgmental side-eye feels like it could sear through you as you attempt to focus on the rerun of some futuristic sitcom.

"Oh my god! What?!" you exclaim.

[Nothing...]

Lyla continues to file her nails, her glasses sliding slightly down her nose as she shoots you a BOMBASTIC side-eye.

"What?" you press.

[It's just not your best look.]

"What, eating?!"

[Sloppily downing his leftovers like a starved dog, all because you're too stubborn to simply talk to him.]

"Oh my god..." you groan, your head falling back. "Spare me the lecture, would you? I'm not in the mood."

[Riiight, because you're such a joy to talk to normally.]

You hurl a pillow at her in frustration, though she easily flickers to another spot on the couch, inspecting her nails unfazed.

"You don’t get to judge me; you don’t know what it’s like-"

[I’m not saying this because I am judging you, y/n. I’m not on his side either. I’m saying this because I worry about you. You can’t keep living like this.]

You frowned, hugging the pillow you had attempted to smack her with closer as if seeking some comfort.

---

Another day slipped by, and you had spent it sleeping on the couch, much to your back's dismay. As you awoke, it was evident that Miguel hadn't returned the previous night. His bedroom door remained ajar, and there was no trace of any dishes either. Lyla materialized in front of you, her glasses concealing a judgmental expression. You found yourself in the kitchen, awkwardly scratching your upper arm, trying to figure out what to do next.

Lyla materialized beside you, casually leaning against the wall adjacent to the fridge. She was engrossed in typing something into her holographic phone, briefly looking up at you and then at the fridge, before refocusing on her phone. Why did she even need a phone?

After a sigh of resignation, you opened the fridge, only to be met with disappointment as its emptiness stared back at you. A carton of milk, some orange juice, a dozen chocolate bars, and a single pear.

"Really? He's got that physique, and his diet is chocolate bars and milk," you muttered in disbelief.

Sighing, you reached for one of the chocolate bars and closed the fridge door. But as you turned around, you froze like a deer caught in headlights. Miguel was standing by the front doors, silently observing you. His gaze moved from your head to your toes, his eyebrows knitting together. After a moment, he stretched his arms above his head before heading into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

You and Lyla exchanged a knowing glance, and then she materialized on the couch, patting the seat next to her. As you sat down, you unwrapped the chocolate bar and took a bite, relishing the delightful combination of milky chocolate and hints of brownies. Clearly, the man had a sweet tooth.

After a few minutes of watching an episode of a sitcom centered around a group of friends sharing a living space, the bathroom door swung open. Miguel emerged, dressed in regular clothes for once – well, what passed for "normal" in this time period, you assumed. He yawned and ran his fingers through his damp hair, his gaze tiredly sweeping over to you.

You forced yourself to look ahead, avoiding his gaze as his footsteps retreated into his bedroom, the door closing behind him

Lyla shot you a mischievous smirk but remained silent.

You and Lyla spent the rest of the day quietly laughing along with the show, which seemed to keep going on and on. It had that "Friends" vibe, strangely not feeling too outdated. The bedroom door swung open, but you were too engrossed in the comedic scene unfolding on the screen to notice. A guy was hilariously fumbling with a chicken while attempting to shake someone's hand.

Your head turned as something caught your attention from the corner of your eye, a lingering smile on your face. It was Miguel, stepping toward the couch, as if he planned to take a seat. You went rigid, quickly snatching up a pillow as a sort of shield. The smile vanished from your face, and you pulled your knees up, feeling a sudden need to create some distance.

He halted, his gaze fixing on you briefly before he shifted his attention toward the kitchen. Taking a seat at the counter. The enjoyment and lightheartedness that had filled the air earlier now seemed to have dissipated entirely. In their place were a mixture of anxiety and discomfort. On some level, you were relieved he hadn't chosen to sit beside you. Yet, as you observed him perched there, occasionally glancing over at the TV, a pang of guilt tugged at you.

Over the course of about half an hour, you found yourself repeatedly sneaking glances at him. He remained engrossed in the show, his head propped up by his hand, wearing the same stoic expression. Nibbling on your bottom lip, your gaze shifted from stolen glances to unabashedly staring at him.

It’s not his fault.

I know.

He didn’t have much of a choice.

He took away my right to make a choice.

He saved your life.

By taking everything that made my life worth living.

You sighed deeply, dropping your gaze to the floor.

Say something.

Raising your eyes, you observed him—the flawless way his dark brown hair swept back, his high cheekbones highlighting his sun-kissed skin, the gentle curve of his nose, the way his thick eyebrows furrowed, etching deep lines onto his forehead, the fullness of his lips. It was uncanny how much he resembled him...

You had to avert your gaze, your cheeks flushed and a bittersweet ache forming in the pit of your stomach. That night, you found yourself crying yourself to sleep once more, clutching a pillow against your chest in an attempt to stifle the sound as best as you could. Unbeknownst to you, a shadow lingered in the doorway, quietly observing your heartache.

---

The following day greeted you with an unexpected sense of restfulness. As you sat up, a blanket that had been draped over you slid down your chest and pooled in your lap. It was odd – you didn't recall having it when you fell asleep.

Lyla materialized right in front of your face, causing you to flinch and then emit a groan. "Lyla, please... you're too energetic for this early in the morning."

[Pfft, it's three PM!]

"What?!" You glanced at the TV's time display, confirming that you had indeed slept in quite a bit.

Stretching, you got up and absentmindedly scratched your stomach as you strolled over to the fridge. Nothing like an overly sweet chocolate bar to kick off your day – or rather, your afternoon.

Swinging open the fridge door, you did a double take. Right there on a shelf above the chocolate bars sat a plate of quesadillas. Lyla floated next to you, her eyes widening.

[No way he made you food!]

Normally, you might have brushed it off, but this was different. This wasn't just some buttered toast. This was homemade Mexican ham and cheese quesadillas. You grabbed the plate from the fridge, using your foot to nonchalantly shut the door. With absentminded precision, you peeled off the protective wrapping and popped the plate into the microwave for about a minute and a half.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

The cheese strings clinging to the bread were enough to set your mouth watering. You took a bite, and the combination of the pan-fried tortilla, melted cheese, and perfectly sliced ham was so satisfying that you let out an involuntary moan. Holding some of the cheese strings aloft, you slowly guided them into your mouth. Pairing the quesadilla with a glass of orange juice hit the spot so well that you reclined against the couch, rubbing your satisfied stomach.

"Holy shit, that hit the spot," you remarked aloud.

[Yeah? Maybe you should let him know that.]

You shot her a glare, which seemed to have little effect. She simply shrugged, flitting around the room before settling down next to you, joining in on the TV watching.

---

That night, you settled onto the couch just like the previous few nights, but there was a difference in the air. This time, you weren't just idly watching TV or killing time – you were waiting. Waiting for him.

Your gaze constantly flickered between the screen and the door. Every time you thought you heard a sound or caught a movement in your peripheral vision, your body would tense, and you held your breath in anticipation, only to let it out with a sigh of disappointment as the adrenaline gradually ebbed away.

Lyla had been bugging you about it, complaining whenever you didn't join in on her laughter at one of the jokes cracked by your favorite characters on the show. She incessantly flickered in front of your face, assuming new poses each time she reappeared – hands on her hips, exaggerated gestures, and all. You swatted your hand in front of you, as though trying to shoo away an irritating fly.

[What's going on with you?!]

"Nothing! Just stop!" you exclaimed.

[Are you not enjoying the show?]

"I am! I'm just..." you sighed, swatting at her as she popped up once more, "...can you please quit it?"

[Tell me! Come oooon~]

With a slight frown, you turned towards her, both of you locking eyes in a moment of mutual annoyance. You opened your mouth, ready to let her have it, when the sound of footsteps reached your ears. Both of you instinctively turned your heads towards the door, then glanced back at each other, panic subtly etched across your expressions.

Lyla resized herself to her normal form, hovering over your shoulder as you quickly sat up straight. You casually grabbed a pillow, doing your best to appear nonchalant, all the while ignoring the way Lyla's stifled laughter tickled your ear.

The two doors slid apart, and Miguel entered, tilting his head from side to side, seemingly trying to alleviate some tension in his neck. His movement halted when he spotted you sitting there, your gaze firmly locked on him with a sense of intense concentration, your eyebrows furrowed. He glanced at Lyla, his eyebrow slightly raised, only to find her giving him the same scrutinizing look. Both of you remained quietly fixated on him, as if you were deeply studying the man before you.

‘’There a problem?’’

Both of you shook your head at the same time, blinking in unison as you continued staring at him.

"Right... well, I'm gonna... shower," he said cautiously, his eyes narrowing.

He stared at the two of you for another moment before finally entering the bathroom, his gaze alternating between the two of you once more before he slowly closed the door.

You exhaled, sinking back against the couch.

[That was intense,] Lyla remarked.

"Yeah..." you agreed.

[Say... Why—why was it intense?]

"I... I'm gonna talk to him."

Lyla gasped dramatically, clutching a virtual hand to her chest, which elicited an eye roll from you. Despite that, a faint smile tugged at your lips.

After a few minutes, the bathroom door swung open, and Miguel emerged, clad in a pair of loose grey pants and a long-sleeved white shirt. A towel was draped over his shoulders as he methodically dried his hair while heading over to the fridge. He retrieved a bottle of sparkling water, one of the many new items that had found their way into the well-stocked refrigerator.

You observed him as he walked by, a sense of urgency building within you. It was now or never, you realized, trying to muster the courage to say something, anything.

‘’Can we talk?’’

You didn't look up; the sound of his bare feet coming to a halt was enough to make your breath catch. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you finally glanced up just in time to witness him turning around to meet your gaze, a surprised expression crossing his features.

He dropped down onto the other end of the couch, running the towel through his hair. You observed him, noticing a rare softness in his expression—there was a sense of calm and gentleness that was quite unlike his usual seriousness or irritation.

Your gazes locked, but your confidence seemed to evaporate, leaving you speechless. Words formed in your mind, yet they remained trapped, suffocated by a surge of memories—of Miguel, your aunt and uncle, your friends; recollections of being torn from your world, flung in to a portal, and marooned on a couch in the confines of a stranger's apartment. You were imprisoned in an unsettling blend of familiarity and strangeness, a puzzle that spanned the wrong world, the wrong time, the wrong dimension.

Fuck. This wasn’t going to work.

‘’Did you eat the Sincronizadas?’’

You nodded.

He nodded back.

‘’Did you enjoy them?’’

You nodded.

He returned the nod.

‘’Maybe… I could make some more, sometime.’’

You nodded.

He nodded back in acknowledgment.

After a few minutes, he clapped his hands against his thighs, using the motion to rise from the couch. He offered you a slow and awkward nod before turning and making his way toward his bedroom.

"I haven't forgiven you," the words slipped from your lips.

He paused in his tracks, looking back over his shoulder at you.

"I know," he replied simply.

As the door clicked shut behind him, you sank back against the couch, hugging the pillow to your chest.

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #spider man 2099 #miguel x y/n #miguel ohara fanfiction #atsv #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara x reader #bitter sweet #Sweet Sorrow #spider man 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara smut

[neptunes-sol-angel]

ஓ๑ The Luck Dragon ஓ๑

This is chapter two of my 'The Neverending Story'. This is a pick a pile for what you're overthinking about in a situation and how to release it in order to find your luck within it.

If you'd like to purchase a personal reading, then click here 🌌.

Pile one Pile two

Pile three Pile four

~ Pile one ~

What are you overthinking?

You guys are overthinking about why an ending to a connection between you and another person happened. I'm getting that this is mostly romantic. This person may have been one of the few to understand you in a way to the point where they were like your other half. You may have even seen this person as someone you could have shared a past life with or were certain that this would be someone that stayed in your life forever. For a few of you, I'm getting that the idea was actually stimulated by readings you may have gotten about this person, and was told that this was your divine counterpart or some other connection that kept you hopeful for this person. This ending happened, because regardless of what the potential was stated in those readings, if that person is not acting like your divine counterpart/soulmate/twinflame, then they gotta go. This ending was divinely orchestrated because the universe knew that you wouldn't leave if they didn't step in.

What luck are you unlocking from this realization?

The kind of luck that's being revealed from this realization, is your independence. "You do not put your life on hold for anyone" is strongly being emphasized. The problem with seeing someone as your other half, is that it evokes the idea that you're not whole. That you cannot possibly continue on with your life and make the best out of it, or find a better person out there for you without their presence and that is far from the truth. This was supposed to also shed wisdom on your codependent relationship with readings. There's a need to protect yourself from how you're disrupting the balance inside yourself. Turning to guidance can quickly turn into obsession and stagnancy in your healing if you aren't more careful with how you see divination. Don't let a reading cloud away from what's happening right in front of you, and it should never come before your own discernment. And lastly, this was supposed to bring clarity around what is an ideal long-term commitment is like for you and the kind of person you would happily spend your life with, not out of obligation because of a past life that you two once shared together.

~ Pile two ~

What are you overthinking?

You guys are overthinking about whether you've done enough. This could apply to a situation that's been causing you distress but this could also apply to literally working. You guys could be extremely worried about your finances. I feel like you guys have actually done all that you can, the problem isn't the effort that you've already put in so much of, it's your surroundings and the way it's putting you in survival mode. This could look like living paycheck to paycheck or there's this deadline that's coming to a close. I'm getting that there's a need to renovate how you're going about this by investing your energy somewhere else, and what I mean by this, is finding a new way to make money. You're being drained of your resources by doing something that isn't even giving you something sustainable to live on, wouldn't you might as well look to your other options? You've been investing your patience on the wrong thing. Drop whatever that's not really giving you anything, lay off yourself because you've worked too hard to question if you did enough, and pursue something that you'd actually be proud and satisfied to do. The income behind this will reflect how you approach this. The money is coming and going because you're looking at these careers as a temporary fix instead of long-term fulfillment.

What luck are you unlocking from this realization?

Contrary to the belief that we're just here to simply exist, you are meant to live a life with purpose. This realization is going to help redirect you to the path that's going to make you financially secure and happy. You're going to need to apply that same patience towards this journey because success isn't overnight, but it isn't a reason to give up, when whatever that's on the other side is worth having. As you're moving along this new beginning, this is going to shed light on what made you cling to what seemed safe but never actually made you feel safe. The luck that you will find from this realization is thinking outside of the box, finding solutions, and the answers to your questions about your existence that just didn't make sense until now.

~ Pile three ~

What are you overthinking?

You're overthinking about if your trauma really happened to you or if it's severe enough to acknowledge. It happened, but that's not the message. The message here is that it's so important to trust yourself that you know in your heart what happened and to remain grounded with your past. I'll share this personally, that I've struggled with my head over the abuse that I've faced, I've had to talk to strangers, friends, professionals, etc to confirm that what happened to me wasn't ok. I've even asked my guides, but they've always wanted me to be sure of this on my own because even with the help of other people and divination, it wasn't enough for me until I realized that it took outside influences and people who gaslighted me, that instilled this distrust for myself and my memory, inside of me in the first place. So why do we continue to search for outside opinions as a solution? I'll give you the comfort to know that you're not alone in struggling with this, I'll give you the reassurance that you know what you're talking about, it matters, and that you didn't deserve for it to happen, but most importantly I want you to know that to save yourself from the battles that you have within, you do so with compassion and trust, that your pain has no reason to lie, and it's there. The hurt that we feel exists as a reminder, it isn't meant to deceive.

What luck are you unlocking from this realization?

The luck that you're receiving from this realization is movement and a transformation. Surrounding yourself with like-minded people is still a necessity, but instead of being stuck in the loop of uncertainty, you'll take a different approach, looking for a way to move on from this and there will be people there to help you and comfort you. You're also no longer going to let people water down what you went through or try to recite their own version of what took place, you're going to be more assertive, grounded, and saying no more to anyone that corners you into confusion, even if that person is yourself. As you heal from the bad memories, you'll make room for new and better memories.

~ Pile four ~

What are you overthinking?

You're overthinking a decision on whether to stay or walk away from a situation. Something here feels incomplete, which is where your dilemma comes from. I'm getting that you should go with your gut feeling that knows that it wouldn't be right to leave so sudden, that there's something still that you need to finish here. There could be a pending opportunity that you're feeling hopeless about. Some of you are in a newer environment and things could be moving pretty slow and not matching the excitement that you initially felt about this new beginning. You could be questioning if you should go back home or to where you were before. But i'm getting a huge "no" and "wait". Stop and think. What exactly is making you scared of this opportunity? Is it your patience? Is it your anxiety over not adjusting into this new community? You're being advised to see it all the way through because the magic hasn't happened yet, but it will.

What luck are you unlocking from this realization?

You're going to be encountering individuals who were once in the same situation as you, who will make you feel more at home and give you a newer perspective on the benefits of staying and the potential of growth that you'll reach. This is going to make the rewards that you reap, more sweeter, as you learn how to let go of controlling when and what will happen because things are moving slow because you haven't allowed the universe to let its plan unfold. Your luck comes when you stop resisting this new abundance just because of what you don't see yet. Being open to uncertainty is not easy, but it's not impossible, focus on being more receptive in order to let the shower of opportunities into your reality.

#divination #intuitive #psychic #pick a card #oracle #spirituality #pac #tarot #pick a pile #pick a picture #tarotblr #tarot community #tarot reader #intuitive readings #psychic readings

[rubykgrant]

Finally finished touching my picture of a re-design for one of my super hero characters! On paper, I used white paint to blend the colors of the markers, and it looked very vibrant... until I scanned it, and the colors were muted. It took a while to fix it in MS Paint, but it is done!

This is one of the character I've had since 8th grade, and has thusly gone through SEVERAL changes; initially I had a character with wind powers and feathered wings as their whole theme. First it was a crow, but then I decided to go with golden eagle feathers. The character evolved as well, and eventually, I thought it was just too type-cast-y to have a Native American character with nature/animals powers... but I didn't want him to NOT be Native American anymore, that wasn't what needed to change. I shuffled around powers between other characters, and finally had something better! Now with energy abilities that projects as physical forms of colorful light, the character became Vivid! The light can change into shapes that work as force-fields for defense, stairs for climbing up high, or simply as energy blasts for attacking (I gave the wings/wind powers to a different character, still golden feathers, but with more of an "angelic" theme for the whole look)

Who the character is, just as himself, is mostly the same, because I love this kid; Rodney is an easy-going friendly guy, a little bit socially awkward, but with an open and kind attitude that makes him easy to relax around. He's sensitive and considerate, and really smart as well. He previously went to a school for gifted kids, but the atmosphere there was too competitive and harsh. He finally convinced his family to let him go to a regular school with the friends he has (a handful of them become super heroes as well), and it is a relief to chill academically, and grow more into who he is. Sometimes Rodney worries too much about being annoying, and tries too hard to be helpful or avoid confrontation by keeping his comments to himself... his friends help reassure him- he doesn't need to be perfect, he deserves to speak-up, and they aren't going to stop liking him over disagreements or because he's "weird". They're ALL weird!

Rodney has the chance to get into different types of art, and he appreciates many things that are surreal, both whimsical and horror. While he was good at memorizing facts for school, he's also incredibly creative, able to figure out complicated puzzles and recognize patterns other people don't notice (he's got a whole galaxy-brain mandala-universe going on in there). In his every-day life, he wears his hair down, but pulls it back for the hero look (during formal occasions, he braids it). Some elements from his super hero outfit comes from different sci-fi sources, but I wanted to keep it simple and easy. I like to imagine the kids made their first outfits from clothes they had, and up-graded to to proper hero clothing later, but it still isn't too complicated. The undershirt and leggings are bright colors- orange/yellow, teal/green, blue/aqua, purple/pink. He has a large short-sleeved shirt with a high collar (but it's loose, not tight around his neck). The shirt is dark, but not quite true-black, and specifically doesn't have too many details with the wrinkles or creases (like an optical illusion, it seems almost like a solid object even where it over-laps). He has matching boots as well. He also has a visor that works as his mask to hide his secret identity (and it's a bit inspired by Garnet's cool look~). Rodney's a bit of a string-bean, but he's not "scrawny", and he has soft shapes to his features

#character design #super heroes

[hypergamiss]

Hey, I wanted to ask advice from you since there isn't anyone else I can ask this. I've never been in a relationship before because I always wanted this very ideal kinda man who's driven and knows his worth but is in love w me and spoils me but in a healthy way. Now I'm in college and I'm really lonely. I figured if I wanted to be surrounded by better (high value) people, I would have to be one of them. But now I'm lonely and not sure if I can actually make it. I actually hang around people but guys are immature and girls kinda look down on me (it's like "I'm with you so I feel better about myself" or because I'm always smiling and child-like in my attitude which could be considered charming but I feel like since I'm not really physically attractive they think I'm some sort of clown or smth). I'm no one's favorite/special person and no one is mine, but when I try to get close to someone, I can quickly tell they think I'm disposable. So I stay away. And I don't know if I'm doing things right. I'm studying business stuff so making friends and having a social circle you belong in is very important, but I can't indulge in activities I don't like or be friends with people I find boring. I do talk w people, but I wouldn't call them friends.

Maybe it's because I feel I don't deserve it in some way. And I hate it when people try to gaslight others by saying they're pretty or that they just need makeup and skincare to glow. Sure, for some people that might work, but I'd rather see it as it is so I can actually look better. I do invest in self care (mentally and physically), like skincare and haircare and hygiene and whatnot, so it's not like I'm not trying, but I don't think that would boost my attractiveness. I mean I'm naturally skinny and I don't have acne problems, my actual problem is that I have an underbite, meaning I'll need surgery+braces to fix, which is very hard when you don't have the means to pay for it. I don't think I'll be able to afford it anytime soon so I try to work hard so I can afford it later, but it's hard to keep going when I feel like this (thinking maybe I won't be able to make it cuz I'm not attractive enough). I guess I started believing that I'll stay unattractive for now and for a long time too.

When I went through your blog (esp this post) I figured I shouldn't settle for less, but do I deserve better? Idk. It's just hard to work hard and believe that I can do better when I know I can't, and I don't wanna gaslight myself in believing otherwise so I can actually fix it, but the only thing that could fix it is too expensive for me and idk what to do

You are not wrong or crazy for having standards. But you do need to be realistic about the type of man that you are willing to settle for. You're talking about the 1%. This is a good and ideal person to save your energy for. But you're in college. Men your age are simply not able to give you the life you want right now. Think about how you are still trying to get your own life together at the moment. He may come to you now or some years down the road. As long as you make room for him, he will come. But you can't rush something that is still being developed. This is also why age gaps exist. Some women are ready to settle but the type of man they want is certainly not in their 20s. You also have to be realistic about being lonely. That is a part of waiting for someone who is worth it. Yes, being lonely can suck, but there is also beauty in learning how to enjoy your own company and having your own life outside of a partner. Don't gaslight yourself into thinking you don't deserve something simply because it is not happening fast enough. If being an exceptional human being was easy, everyone would do it. But naturally, the road less taken is lonelier. I think what you're doing at the moment is perfect, your are focused on improving on what you can control and that's simply the best thing you can do. I advise you to write in your journal about what your ideal life would look like and come back to it to read it when you feel discouraged so that you envision yourself at your end goal.

#hypergamous lifestyle #heaux advice #heaux tips #heauxheauxheaux #heauxlife #hypergamy #level up #high maintenance #spoiled heaux #spoiled gf

[lasi-nariyoyoreads]

hellooo 🫶 can i request a reading for EXO's soulmates / twin flames? maybe details and their journey together <3 just curious cause they're my favs 🖤

Xiumin, Lay, Chen's soulmate reading

Hi fellow eri!!! They are one of my fave groups too, so this reading was super interesting but also a bit hard. I need to say that soulmates/twin flames aren't always romantic partners, they can be a friend, a relative, anyone who allows us to grow as humans. There can also be several soulmates, so this reading really felt like looking for a needle in a haystack for some members. Since there's 9 of them, I decided to divide the reading into groups of three members, hopefully it won't take me too long to post all of them.

I wanted to divide by age groups, but then I decided to begin with these three because I feel that they already have this soulmate in their life and I could get more clear info and I wanted to post Chen's reading asap because it's so cute, so sorry to the third oldest who got his place stolen lmao.

I also wanted to use only tarots, but while for some members (these three btw) the reading was pretty clear, I really needed more info for the others, so I picked some oracle cards. I still decided to pick some oracle cards even for XiuLayChen simply because I like to give everyone a similar number of cards lmao

Disclaimer:

My readings are made for fun and you should read them for fun too. So don't take them seriously.

Xiumin

Cards: rev high priestess, rev 8 of pentacles, rev 8 of wands, equilibrium, cheerfulness, bridge

They seem a very different person from him, their personality might be opposite of each other. Minseok is generally a calm person while his soulmate might be more chaotic or out there.

I feel this might be an actual love relationship because I can sense a lot of sexual attraction that they want to keep under control.

They probably have to keep their relationship a secret, not weird since Minseok is an idol.

I’m getting a lot of chaotic energy from this, so I’m sorry if what I’m saying doesn’t make much sense.

8 of pentacles is generally tied to work and effort so this might have two meanings: 1) this person works closely to him, they might be a fellow idol or a celebrity 2) it’s a relationship that will need a lot of “spiritual work”, if they’re keeping it a secret then they might be putting a lot of effort into that, they are careful when they meet, they try to choose places that aren’t crowded or that would attract the attention. 

It’s possible that the “spiritual work” I talk about is actually caused by the two of them being celebrities, he has direct experience of what idols go through when they date, even with non-celebs, so imagine the scandal if he’s dating with a fellow idol. You need a lot of mental strength to go through that and it’s possible Xiumin doesn’t feel like dealing with it atp

8 of wands indicates that it might’ve been love at first sight, or at least an attraction that began pretty early on. They instantly clicked, despite the different personalities. They might have similar interests, similar values, they might have fun together or they simply thought they’re hot and just decided to hit on the other.

I have this feeling that everything is a bit out of control, like they were overwhelmed by their own feelings and they’re kinda working on putting everything under control.

Maybe it’s also because all the cards are reversed, but I sense a lot of “let’s do things properly, let’s fix this”.

It’s possible that the imbalance I felt at the beginning also derives from this: Minseok might truly want to be careful, but the other person is careless.

It's funny that the first oracle card I picked was equilibrium while the other is cheerfulness.

I think this might point to these opposite forces, Minseok being the one who wants to be careful and balance properly all the aspects of his life, while the other person is cheerful, a burst of positive emotions that could be dangerous if they're leaked to the public.

Bridge is probably what they both need to aspire to, being more open with each other, Xiumin expressing his worries and the other person should listen to them, but also Xiumin shouldn't get so anxious and probably he should trust more his partner.

Lay

Cards: rev ace of swords, rev page of swords, rev death, self care, courtship, fight

They might be someone related to their past like a relative or a classmate.

I don’t think it’s a love relationship in this case.

This person is someone he can talk to. If he has any worry, if he has ideas or dreams.

Ace of swords makes me think of someone who is generally ready to have good theoretical conversations, but being reversed I think they’re better off just listening rather than giving advice (lmao).

I tend to lean toward someone either younger than him (so they lack a lot of experience), someone totally unrelated to his job (so unable to give good advice because they don’t know how it works) or someone who is just naive and with their head in the clouds.

I feel a very tender energy, like Lay probably doesn’t reach out for this person because they’ll offer him valuable help, but he probably just really cares about them and he just likes talking to them.

It might be something like a younger brother, or a nephew or a grandparent. There’s this very nice familial love. Even if they don’t understand him, they still love each other.

I don’t really know anything about his family so I can’t really say how close I am to the truth.

With the oracles I picked self-care. As I said above, he doesn't hang out with this person because he gain anything from them, but only out of love for them. I think he might just feel relaxed whenever they're together, like receiving healing.

There's a lot of love, probably they often exchange small gifts with each other (if this person is a grandmother, which is the main energy I'm feeling now, she might cook a lot for him for example), they might be the type of person who tells him to find a girlfriend asap and get married because he's an adult or something similar.

But as I said, these two live in two completely different universes. It's possible in the past they used to fight or they had moments where they were apart from each other. If the grandmother theory is true, she probably didn't want him to leave his country to train in Korea or he didn't want him to become an idol at all.

Courtship and fight are essentially two opposite forces and I get a lot of these opposite dynamics going on between these two. They lack mutual understanding, but love and respect won over any possible disagreement.

Chen

Cards: rev 3 of wands, 10 of cups, 4 of wands, attempt, cheerfulness, harmony

I love that these tarot cards appeared for him lmao This is seriously so perfect, I'm shocked lmao

Ten of cups is represented as a couple with two children.

4 of wands symbolizes weddings and families, so yeah I think we might have a vague idea what this is referring to, I don't think you need me to say anything more (btw congrats on his recent wedding ceremony!)

Reverse 3 of wands might imply that the path to reach their current happiness was very complex. They probably felt there were too many obstacles between them, it was probably hard to visualize an actual future together, there might have been some communication issue and it was probably hard to get a good balance between Chen’s job and his wife needs.

The oracle cards just fit very well with what I could see in the tarots, they probably had to work hard in order to be together as a couple and resist all the pressure they felt these past few years.

Cheerfulness is back (maybe a good omen for Minseok too? he might've found a stable partner too) paired with harmony (again reminds me of what Minseok wants to achieve with his relationship).

For Chen this means that he found his own balance. It's not easy for sure, but he made a choice, he knew the consequences and today he can probably say that he did the right thing, that he's happy in his private life and still holding on in Exo.

#xiumin tarot #lay tarot #chen tarot #exo tarot #lay reading #chen reading #exo reading #xiumin reading #minseok tarot #yixing tarot #jongdae tarot #kpop tarot #kpop reading

[elizmanderson]

Hi again. You made a few posts about first drafts being ridiculous and cleaning them up later. And I desperately need more writers talking about the writing process as they are writing it (like 'making of' posts/ videos, any creator who does those gets me obsessed with them)

Anywho, I was wondering how your revision process looks? How different is your first draft from your last and how did you make the decisions of what to cut vs what to expand on?

I know for myself, my MC is a constant-overthinker and all of faer POV is stream-of-consciousness, and fae goes on a LOT of unnecessary but characterizing tangents that I don't know how to work with, given the corner I wrote myself into.

TLDR - Any info about your revision process would be much appreciated.

Thanks :)

hello and thanks for asking!

first of all, in case anyone is curious about the original post, it's here. also, there are many ridiculous things in this draft of NettieWIP, but that post was brought to you specifically by this line that I wrote even though it's completely tonally wrong for both this book and this character lmao

okay, revisions. this is gonna get long, but I'm breaking it up into sections that will hopefully be helpful.

general process

so the first thing is, my revision process and how much I cut or add is different for every project. but here are some general principles I follow. keep in mind that ymmv with any and all of these! you have to find what works for you. this is just what works for me.

1. finish the draft first

I will never finish a draft if I'm focused on editing while I go. I've been hardcore resisting with NettieWIP because I keep having ideas about how to make it better mid-draft. but I know if I don't finish the draft as-is, it's not going to get done.

2. let it breathe before diving in

sometimes I have the urge to rush right into revisions after finishing a draft, but I do force myself to wait at least a month or two before returning to it. it gives me the emotional distance I need to be able to make decisions about what to cut, no matter how much I like things that don't serve the story.

(again going to have to fight this urge hard with NettieWIP in particular lol)

3. read it before diving in

the one thing that stays consistent from project to project is that I always do a full readthrough before I start revising. highly, highly recommend this regardless of what else works for you! reading through my entire manuscript gives me a big-picture view of the whole story and how all the parts work together (or not), as well as what the problems are.

note: when I do my readthrough, while I do make general notes of my thoughts, I do NOT focus on line-level details or edits. which brings us to...

4. fix big things first

okay jk actually this stays consistent from project to project, too. when approaching revisions, I always start with the biggest changes and work my way down. line edits are the last thing I do, because I figure it wastes my time and energy otherwise. what if I put all this energy into line edits or scene-level changes only to cut half those lines or scenes later when I make structural changes?

5. this is the time to plan!

I'm a plantser, which is somewhere halfway between a plotter and a pantser. while the amount of planning I do before a first draft varies, I always dedicate time to planning before revising. the exact process varies, but it's kinda like this.

read the entire manuscript, making note of plot holes and problem areas

brainstorm potential fixes and where they might fit in

write an outline, synopsis, chapter map, whatever (for me it's usually either a synopsis or chapter map because I simply cannot with outlines)

6. start rewriting

...and as discussed in a different post earlier, I always start the new draft in a new document! you never know when something from an earlier draft could come in handy.

7. use beta readers

I typically do a second draft on my own, because I typically have at least some idea of what needs fixing when I'm done with a first draft. I bring beta readers in once I hit the point where the story's cohesive but I know more work needs to be done, but I'm not sure what that work is.

you specifically asked how I decide what to cut vs. what to expand on, and beta readers are one important way—especially for what to expand on. while I have a habit of overexplaining in many areas, things in my head frequently fail to make it onto the page.

(I think this is because things are obvious to me bc I thought them up. but readers cannot see inside my head, so they may be confused or think a character or plot point is underdeveloped even though I have a lot more information about it mapped out internally.)

if readers feel like information is unnecessary or overexplained or like I'm patronizing them, that's a potential area for cutting. if readers are confused, lack insight, or feel like a reveal came out of nowhere, that's a potential area for expanding. that said...

parsing beta feedback

while outside feedback is important, it's at least equally important to be able to decide what feedback to listen to and what feedback to ignore! not all feedback is good feedback. and even feedback that's technically good may not be good feedback for your story.

for example, I had feedback on the manuscript that's now on sub that was drastically different than the rest of the feedback I received on that same manuscript. I love the beta who gave it to me and I respect their opinion a lot, so I took this feedback seriously. but I couldn't make it work, felt deeply frustrated, and spiraled a bit over my ability to write a book even though it was far from my first.

then I got into Author Mentor Match which I applied to mostly because I need some guidance re: this feedback. my mentor basically said, "I think this is good feedback, but I think it would change this book into a pacier, more action-packed book. and I don't think that's the kind of story you're trying to tell."

and my mentor was right! I think this friend and I are simply interested in different kinds of stories. so as much as they love my stories and as great as they are at giving feedback, their feedback may not be a good fit for me.

usually, I like to look at patterns of feedback.* the more readers agree that a plot point is weak or a reveal doesn't have enough build-up, the more likely it is that I really do need to worry about that.

BUT if a single reader's feedback makes me go oh and I really vibe with it, that's also good feedback to listen to! as long as you know what the heart of your story is, you can follow feedback that helps your story do more of what you want it to do and do it more effectively.

*in my experience, patterns are most helpful when your readers share aspects of your identity. for example, I'm neurodivergent and queer. when most of my readers were neurotypical and straight, I'd get told "this doesn't make sense" "no one thinks/feels like that" "this is unrealistic." and I'd be told that by multiple readers, so I'd decide that meant I had to change the story, even though something deep down told me I was wrong about that, that my betas were wrong about that.

now, most of my readers are neurodivergent and/or queer, so they understand when my characters do or think or feel certain things. and at the very least, they never tell me a character is being "unrealistic" or assume that characters' feelings aren't based on things I have really felt. so particularly for marginalized creators, patterns of feedback may NOT be helpful if your readers do not share your marginalization.

examples of changes to my drafts

cutting and combining

The Remarkable Retirement of Edna Fisher was drafted over a year and a half as part of a last man standing-style writing challenge, so the first draft was 160,000 words. it was pretty obvious I'd have to cut SOMETHING, since I was planning on querying agents.

(recommended for adult fantasy if you're seeking trad pub as a debut author: 120k max word count. better to be lower if you're writing contemporary fantasy, while you can be on the high end if you're writing epic fantasy. other subgenres may fall in between.)

I cut...a lot, in some cases through actually cutting while in other cases combining things. for example, there's a scene now where a dragon attacks Detroit while Our Heroes are delayed there. It used to be separate scenes: Edna & Co. delayed in Detroit, with not much happening except the reason for the delay, and a later scene where they came across a random dragon attack elsewhere. additionally, the secondary antagonist runs around with an old friend who used to be two separate characters: the character he is now, and another old friend of theirs who was just sort of a generic asshole who didn't serve much purpose in the story.

thanks to cutting and combining scenes and characters this way, the story moves along faster, the stakes involved in those scenes and characters are higher, and everything is more tightly tied together. when I finally queried, Remarkable Retirement was down to just 98,000 words (published at 99,000 words).

similarly, in the book now on sub (Buried Things aka GroundskeeperWIP), I cut most of a short chapter from the antagonist's POV. I tried it as a prologue but didn't like that I don't do prologues in general although I know some folks love them, then tried moving it later but didn't like that either, and finally ended up just using bits of it that I felt were particularly useful in a chapter focused on a different character. I also cut a chapter from the POV of a friendly ghost/wingman from beyond the grave (but have it saved in case a future editor's like "you know what we need—")

worth noting that Buried Things wasn't massively overwritten. I think the longest draft was 104k or 106k, while it's on sub at about 90k (and the entirety of the last 4,000 words I cut from it was through line edits, not plot changes). however, both chapters stalled the story without adding much. what they did add, I was able to incorporate into other chapters instead.

expanding

while Remarkable Retirement's need for cuts was more obvious, some things were also expanded upon, especially with my publisher! my editor felt that the romantic subplot needed a little more build-up—not in terms of what happens or how it happens, but in terms of making it clearer why these two people start to have those feelings. similarly, a friend who read Buried Things thought it was great overall but that a particular character wasn't fleshed out enough.

in both cases, I think it was that instance of "things in my head do not always make it onto the page." when my friend had questions about the character in Buried Things, I had answers; those answers just weren't on the page. same thing with the romantic subplot in Remarkable Retirement. so it was a matter of taking what was in my head and making sure it actually came across on the page, although in other cases I may realize I don't already know that stuff and need to brainstorm to develop it more.

both together

in the case of NettieWIP, even though I'm not done drafting yet, I already know some stuff I'll need to cut and expand on! I find I'm repeating myself a lot in this draft, plus it's very dialogue heavy. so I'll need to cut back on some themes and emotions I keep bringing up, as well as trim down the dialogue and let the murder investigation not be entirely conversation.

conversely, there's virtually no setting description or atmosphere, so those are things I'll want to expand on in revisions.

tl;dr: in conclusion

okay this got really long because if you get me talking about writing it is impossible to shut me up, but here are the major takeaways for everyone playing along at home:

my general process: (1) finish the draft; (2) let the draft breathe; (3) read the entire draft; (4) focus on big-picture changes first; (5) plan your revision/rewrite; (6) rewrite/revise; (7) use beta readers

knowing the heart of your story helps you figure out what to cut, what to keep, and what to expand on

knowing the heart of your story helps you figure out what feedback might be useful and what feedback might not be right for this book

it can also helpful to look for patterns of feedback, but this is mostly helpful when your beta readers share your identity, particularly if you are a marginalized creator

thanks so much for giving me an excuse to drone on and on about writing your question!

#answered #writing tips #writing process #revision #writeblr #e's writing #the remarkable retirement of edna fisher #groundskeeperwip #nettiewip

[chronomaza]

Hnnng I'm thinking about how the way Pit flies around in uprising and how this ONE PERSON'S AU inspired me so much it's directly responsible for almost EVERYTHING about how the angels work in my series.

(Sorry if this is worded like shit or incredibly stupidly I've been very mentally weak the past few months both from depression, lingering medication withdraw and several other things. Brain is a fog, think is a hard.)

Ok, of first of all, Pit doesn't really obey the laws of physics when he flies around. He's either kind of just gliding and occasionally flapping, or sort of just hovering upright in the air when you're shooting and during some cutscenes.

Like, to give you an idea of what I mean, here's a few examples of this. It's hard to see from just these pictures but he's *really* just kinda hovering in place with a faint sparkly glow (because 3DS graphics) coming from his wings and it's VERY physics defying. It makes sense, even if it IS a really odd stylistic choice; he's not flying on his own, he's using the power of flight.

Now this is where I get to that one AU. I WISH I could remember who's it was or what it was even called- or if it was even an AU at all but jesus it was so clever, I wish I could shake the hand of whoever came up with it.

Basically, whoever came up with it paid close attention to this and the fact Pit's wings glow when he flies, and how Pittoo's wings get noticeably bigger after he takes Pandora's powers, and decided to explain Pit's inability to fly as simply lacking some sort of energy to do it. They explained how other angels couldn't fly using actual physics, so they used some sort of energy they naturally have instead. This energy is also the same thing that powers weapons, and the creator directly tied this to the dialog about palms where Palutena explains how they use some sort of "life energy", and reinterprets it as that same energy that allows angels to fly.

This idea back when I saw it in 2020/21 inspired me SO MUCH that it fixed a major issue with the angels in my series: they were boring, and their weapons made no sense. I figured, well, if I use something similar to this it'd fix that.

So I did, and the concept of Zyrgia and eventually every other biological aspect of my angels was born! I'm too lazy to type this out, so here's this handy chart I made for myself explaining it;

Heads up; OUTDATED OUTDATED OUTDATED! They don't even have their weird fake bones in this!! Blasphemy!!! The information about Zyrgia is still MOSTLY accurate aside from a few things, though.

You can VERY CLEARLY see the inspiration I've taken from it. Zyrgia both allows them to fly, and powers all their gear, which I've neglected to write down here for some reason- I was probably tired, I DID make this late at night evidenced by the beige tinted page to spare my eyes, and how I neglected to turn it back to white.

Also, the way angels fly in my series looks almost IDENTICAL to how Pit flies because of this, just without the 5 minute limit.

So yeah, almost EVERYTHING to do with the angels in my series can be tied back to Kid Icarus. No, EVERYTHING to do with them can, not almost everything- that series is the reason they're even there!

#chronorambles #kid icarus #kid icarus uprising #seriously holy fuck whoever made that AU is my hero #kaivasita