#heckin writing

[thebxghag]

Azulaang aus c:

#this fully started out as a crack ship #but inevitably my little brain just kept creating scenarios #sdknfksdjnf #most of the sketches are from an au in which azula chose to go with the gaang after the war instead of with Iroh like zuko wanted her to do #just to be a contrarian #and then somehow she ended up one of the last members travelling with aang full time #and the one in the middle is for an au in which aang lost the war and became a politaical prisoner #that I’ve been writing for three heckin years #but I DO think I’m on the last draft for that one >D #my art #atla #fanart #avatar the last airbender #illustration

[stjarnskrik]

Vinsmoke Family Portrait

Sora Lives AU The damage is already done, but at least it doesn't get any worse. Although Judge never asks for it, Sora forgives him for what he's done to their children, in order for herself to cope with it, but she never forgets it.

She gives her children shelter and space to create, to figure out their own interests, and it seems to work well for them. Sanji is never imprisoned and doesn’t escape. He does eventually leave on his own, wanting to find the All Blue, but he writes to Sora often.

#opfanart #opgraphics #vinsmoke family #vinsmoke siblings #One Piece #my art #sorry for the lil commentary but i just wanted to write a little about this particular piece #did my heckin best drawing children but the results......... #well................

[lord-westley]

Hi! I just saw the scent request and thought that it was super unique. I’d love ones for Thranduil and Aragorn. I’m in nursing school right now, so my hands smell a lot like hand sanitizer, but my shampoo/conditioner/soap smell like lavender and vanilla. I can’t wait to see how this turns out!

Your scent reminds Thranduil of the cold nights early on in your marriage. How the two of you would warm up in a bath with lavender and roses. Simply enjoying each others company- sharing soft kisses and silly stories that happened throughout the day.

Bonus Angst version

Your scent reminds Thranduil of his days in the healing ward. Suffering from the burns of dragon fire, and the pain in his face that has never left. How his throat went raw from screaming, and the flames roaring in his ears.

After a long day, despite how much he would love to hug you and kiss you. The smell makes his stomach churn and face burn. Struggling to not be sick all over the ground.

Your scent reminds Aragorn of his adventures around middle-earth. How one day, he came across a beautiful field of flowers- filling the air with a sweet smell. It brought him peace, and for once he felt calm.

When he feel's that he's getting stressed, you can guarantee a short cuddle session. Burying his face into the crook of your neck; overwhelming his senses with the calming smell of lavender and vanilla.

#Sorry not sorry for the bonus angst #it was the first thing i thought of and i couldnt resist not writing it #i heckin love this gif of Thranduil #mans looks like a mom at a grocery store trying to silently tell their kid to stop being menaces #Westley Writes #Tolkien #The Lord of the Rings #LOTR #the hobbit #lord of the rings x reader #lotr x reader #the hobbit x reader #Thranduil #Thranduil x reader #Aragorn #Aragorn x reader

[padfootastic]

a seldom unrealised joy of fics updating after a long time (by which i mean many months or perhaps even years) is being able to go back and reread the previous chapter or heck, the entire fic again to catch up. it’s almost as good as reading it for the first time🥰

#ofc. if ur like me and ur brain is akin to a colander #then mere weeks also feel like a heckin long time #and this works even better #can u tell i got a fic update today #idk how long it’s been but def long enough that i have to read the previous chapters lol #(i’m also trying to make my own self feel better wrt FOD 💀) #but also #i’m generally an advocate for readings wips #bc theyre amazing #and idc how long it takes for it to be finished #heck i’ve started abandoned works so many times #rly think people r missing out #they’re so focused on the end goal they’re not enjoying the process #<— pls ignore how…corporate? spiritual? idk that sounded #i’m just thinking out loud lol #or. writing out loud? #idk #okie byeee #gonna read my chapter now

[dutybcrne]

Love the idea of Kae painstakingly learning Hilichurian, at first bc he figured it was another skill under his belt then bc talking with them made him curious abt them and their origin

#hc; kaeya #//And then learning they used to be Khaenri’ahn from Dain or the Traveller; or even some other source heckin CEMENTED it to him #//Talks to them in Hilichurl; tries to see if they can understand him in Khaenri’ahn #//If they could; he would actually end up crying—and anyone who knows him; knows THAT is genuinely Serious #//Would try to figure out alternate ways to handle hilichurls around Mond if he could; but it’s tough when everyone’s so set in their ways #//Tries to relocate and tend to as many Hilichurl related commissions as he can to minimize any harm btw human and Hilichurl #//Is prolly another contributing factor why he’d fall in the Abyss verse #//Despairing over their situation then realizing there IS a way to help them; he would latch onto it in a heartbeat #//Perhaps still doubt and be wary; but make him for sure more open to working with the Abyss if only for a Solution #//Only to get Got and mildly mindbroken if he talks to the Sinner/keeps such frequent exposure to Abyss energy #//The latter esp; dude just damn near being driven mad like Clothar the more he harnesses and is entrenched in it #//idk thinking bc i thinks it’s so funny he went as far as to write Venti a threat in Hilichurl that one event lololol

[sugarpasteltmnt]

When I was reading your fic, when the guys were checking the cams, I kept thinking that void would disappear and then they would see themselves run in and then check the cams where void would be right behind them watching it with them 😭😭

It never happened though.. IT WAS AMAZING STILL THOUGHHHHHHHH

hehehehe that WOULD have been hilarious hijinks for sure 🤣🤣🤣 but don't u worry. there are other silly moments planned lol

#tnv asks #listen i love Angst Supreme but something I've always loved about Rise was the sense of humor #2012 humor didn't really agree with me #but i heckin LOVED Rise's brand #and i love writing angst sure #but it's also just as fun to sprinkle in some Goofy just like the show did #pastel prattling

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads

What Stalks Among Us

YA thriller

two best friends skip a field trip to explore some old forgotten backroads - and get trapped in a looping corn maze full of weird shit, including their own dead bodies

they have to figure out how to get out, what’s killing them, what’s causing the maze, and face their traumas

fat girl MC with anxiety, both are bi and have ADHD, no romance

#What Stalks Among Us #aroaessidhe 2023 reads #sarah hollowell #wait i just noticed it's them on her shirt on the cover... #i enjoyed this a lot! #it really immediately gets into it huh. not any build up. but in hindsight that makes sense #it gets a little repetitive in places but it works and I love how it all tied together #no romance #(it DOES explore past abusive relationships as a theme but very much just the effects of healing from that rather than showing #much of the actual relationships) #I really love how it emphasised how important their friendship is without there even being a question of it being romantic #(but also exploring that a bit re: the side character stuff in a way that I think is great) #it does make references and then explain them a lot (though also i get that could be an adhd thing with ur mind going on a tangent) #she even is like man i wish my brain would stop making all these pop culture references! #that plus a few other aspects of the writing felt a bit unsubtle - but also it is YA its allowed to be #that and a few other aspects of the writing felt a bit unsubtle - but also it is YA its allowed to be #also some of the references made me laugh LMAO. including: #'remember when you thought the maze followed crossroad rules from supernatural. do you think the maze knows about super hell' #i cannot fault someone for saying heckin wimdy because I sure do that. well not 'heckin' but #anyway felt like realistic teens #bisexual books

[enchantedchocolatebars]

What if the Wittebros had a spin-off show about a book they wrote together in modern day Gravesfield?👀

I think we can all figure out which brother came up with the COOL and EPIC title.😁

Spoiler alert: Not Philip lol.

❤️Theme song: What The Hell🌈

⭐Ending song: Smile💕

Caleb's favorite human realm song: The Joke Is On You (Philip HATES it tho lol)

Cover Inspo

✏️Thank you @slighty-gay-pogohammer for the commission art!🎨

❌Do not tag as a ship❌

Originally, this book was meant to be a solo project.

Philip wanted to record his present day discoveries in a new diary / journal.

Caleb saw this and wanted to contribute as a co-writer!

He knew how much his little bro loved to write and figured it be fun if they tried writing something together!

Plus, it be a great bonding activity!😊

Of course, Philip rejects the offer, but with the power of constant pleading ("PLEAAAASE PHILIP🥺🥺🥺?"), he eventually gives in lol.

With a show like this, I can see the super silly and lighthearted episodes being 12 minutes while the more story driven and lore heavy ones are 22.

Also, Caleb's got a Mabel Pines thing going on where in every episode he's seen wearing a different t-shirt while Philip still has on the same old timey clothes lol.

Oh, and OF COURSE, there's tons and tons of references to the original show cuz DUH lol.

#(IF THIS BOOK WERE REAL I WOULD READ THE HECKIN HECK OUTTA IT) #(something fun and fanon based before the new episode!) #(of course I'm using av//ril le//vine music) #(it fits the fun and quirky vibes caleb would prob like it and his little brother is basically a teenage girl in his mid 20s) #(so yeah👍) #the owl house #owl house #toh #emperor belos #belos #philip wittebane #moldy crumpet husbando #caleb wittebane #english muffin husbando #writing #my writing #(my commission art) #amazing art

[beauregardlionett]

there’s acrylic under my nails (and divots in your palms)

AO3 Link

The quiet rattle of Shen Yi’s keys in Du Cheng’s hand shook Shen Yi from his stupor. They loitered in front of Shen Yi’s door, drenched in shadows in the alley connected to the main road. Du Cheng stood in front of him, picking the front door key blindly from the assortment of Shen Yi’s key ring. His satchel strap slung over Du Cheng’s shoulder looked comically out of place against the breadth of his back.

Briefly confused how they got here, Shen Yi cast his thoughts back to earlier in the evening. He found a brief recollection of an intense conversation at the station—something about Shen Yi needing to go home and rest for once. He was fine, though. Sure, remaining upright left him winded, but they were all tired. Their current case was dragging on, so they worked overtime most days and strung themselves out on coffee and takeout boxes.

Shen Yi had experienced worse.

Du Cheng pushed Shen Yi’s door open, reaching in to flick on the foyer light. He turned and wrapped a large, warm hand around Shen Yi’s elbow, guiding him inside in silence.

Weary down to his bone marrow, it took Shen Yi until they were standing in his kitchen to find his indignation. Du Cheng appeared unfazed when Shen Yi shrugged his arm free to glare up at him.

“You didn’t have to drive me home,” Shen Yi said.

“You stopped responding to me,” Du Cheng stated, a simple fact. “I wasn’t about to let you anywhere near your bike or a taxi.”

“I’m not a child,” Shen Yi spat, losing composure as he twisted his fatigue into anger, just so he could keep himself running. “You don’t need to look after me.”

Du Cheng raised a brow, mouth twisting and hands twitching.

“I didn’t say you were a child.”

“You’re treating me like one.”

“Because I drove you home?” Du Cheng scoffed, shrugging Shen Yi’s satchel off his shoulder and setting it on the counter with jerky movements. “Making sure you get home safe when you’re clearly exhausted is treating you like a child? I’m sorry me giving a damn about you makes you so uncomfortable.”

The rational part of Shen Yi’s brain screamed at him from beneath the haze of baseless resentment. It begged him to stop, to let it go, to not fuck up here.

“I don’t need you to care about me,” Shen Yi’s furious exhaustion won the internal battle, speaking for him. “I did just fine before, remember? When you hated the sight of me? I didn’t need you to care then, so I don’t now.”

Du Cheng couldn’t smother the flash of hurt in his eyes fast enough. It only appeared for a moment before Du Cheng’s mask returned—but Shen Yi caught it. Shen Yi had never hated himself more than he did in that moment—and that bar was already pretty fucking high. He was good at exceeding expectations like that.

Shen Yi shouldered roughly past a stunned Du Cheng, snatching his satchel from the counter as he did. He didn’t want to kick Du Cheng out of his house. Shen Yi wanted to be useful; he wanted to make up for being a tired jerk—and he wanted to take back everything he just said. Most of all, Shen Yi wanted to rewind time and tell M to go fuck herself.

“I have work to do,” Shen Yi said, voice choked and quiet. “If I don’t finish those portraits, the rest of you can’t do your job to the best of your ability.”

Du Cheng’s warm hand on Shen Yi’s arm stopped him, the fight draining out of Shen Yi abruptly.

“Why are you acting like this?” Du Cheng asked. Shen Yi heard how much restraint Du Cheng was exercising. He knew Du Cheng wanted to raise his voice and demand answers—and he deserved to. Shen Yi didn’t deserve this gentle patience and space to explain himself.

“You know we don’t have to rush this case—it’s gone on this long,” Du Cheng continued when Shen Yi said nothing. “It can wait for you to get some sleep.”

“We don’t know that,” Shen Yi said, trying to snap and falling flat well before he got there. He sounded weary and petulant, even to his own ears.

“Shen Yi,” Du Cheng said. He enunciated his name like a plea, voice gone soft with it as he stepped closer. Shen Yi had a fleeting thought amongst the slew of self-deprecation—no one had ever said his name like that before. No one spoke his name like it held personal weight, as if they searched earnestly for each syllable in the space between candlelight.

Shen Yi’s shoulders sagged, and he pressed his free hand to his head, wishing he could lie down. Du Cheng’s hand kept him resolutely upright, an unconditional support.

“I don’t want to fail again,” Shen Yi confessed in a voice that sounded nothing like himself. “I don’t want to fail you again.”

Du Cheng went still in Shen Yi’s periphery. Shen Yi cursed himself for carrying dead weight, for being unable and unwilling to shake off the lingering dregs of their past.

The hand on Shen Yi’s arm tugged him around to face Du Cheng, but he couldn’t meet his eye. Shame curled through Shen Yi’s gut like an infection, hot and consuming. He had not done near enough to earn this devotion Du Cheng so readily greeted him with. Du Cheng’s other hand cupped Shen Yi’s jawline, leaving him no choice but to meet his gaze.

“You are more than your sketches,” Du Cheng whispered, tone insistent. He let go of Shen Yi’s arm to slip his fingers under the strap of Shen Yi’s satchel. The weight vanished from Shen Yi’s shoulder as his bag hit the floor, the coiling burn of despair receding with it.

“You are more than your job,” Du Cheng said, his voice still a quiet thing between them. His gaze pinned Shen Yi in place as he used both hands to tuck under the hem of Shen Yi’s sweater. He helped Shen Yi shed the garment, guiding tired limbs free and holding fast to Shen Yi’s hands when the sweater pooled at their feet.

“You are more than your past and your mistakes.” Shen Yi’s breath hitched in his throat as Du Cheng’s thumbs smoothed over Shen Yi’s knuckles. Their line of work rarely afforded them any tenderness. Every instance left Shen Yi floored and uncertain how to proceed—especially when it came from Du Cheng.

“More importantly,” Du Cheng murmured, releasing Shen Yi’s hands again to cradle his jaw in careful palms. Shen Yi blinked rapidly against the swelling sting behind his eyes.

“You don’t have to prove your worth, not to the team, and not to me. I care far more about you as an individual than anything else you could be.”

Shen Yi trembled in Du Cheng’s hold, weak beneath his heavy gaze.

“Please,” Du Cheng whispered, pressing their foreheads together with slow, careful intention. “Let me take care of you.”

Shen Yi felt on the verge of shattering, but he gathered enough of himself up to speak. He tried to sound unaffected and failed miserably.

“I thought you were going to ask me to let you care about me.”

Du Cheng breathed a short huff of a laugh, pulling back enough to stare down at Shen Yi. He somehow looked both fond and exasperated in equal measures.

“I already care about you,” Du Cheng said in that easy, blunt way of his. “You can’t stop me from doing that.”

Shen Yi lasted all of two seconds in the direct line of stunning honesty Du Cheng so casually offered before he broke. Ducking his head as much as was possible in Du Cheng’s hands, Shen Yi made a choked sound in the back of his throat. He clung to Du Cheng’s wrists and shuddered through a bone-tired sob.

If Shen Yi’s reaction baffled Du Cheng, he didn’t show it. He gathered Shen Yi close, gently shaking off Shen Yi’s grip so he could wrap him up in a hug and press his face into Du Cheng’s chest. Shen Yi’s trembling fingers twisted into the fabric of Du Cheng’s shirt. He desperately tried to hold himself up as he cried quietly, wrung out beyond his limits.

“Bed?” Du Cheng ask, the word a soft press of lips against the top of Shen Yi’s head. Shen Yi didn’t bother attempting to speak, nodding in response instead. Du Cheng wrangled Shen Yi through the house to his bedroom, keeping him upright the whole time. When he had Shen Yi sitting off the edge of the bed, Du Cheng paused.

Shen Yi blinked, eyes bleary, reaching out to snag the hem of Du Cheng’s shirt.

“Shen Yi?”

“Thank you.” A pause. “For caring.”

Du Cheng bent to press his lips against the center of Shen Yi’s forehead, lingering. Shen Yi leaned into the contact, exhaling a shaky breath. Du Cheng pulled back and reached out to smooth his thumb over Shen Yi’s cheek.

“It’s easy when it’s you.”

Shen Yi blinked, stunned into silence. He watched as Du Cheng turned away a moment later to dig through his dresser, producing a set of pajamas. He set them in Shen Yi’s lap and moved toward the door like he hadn’t just said the most cheesy, romantic thing Shen Yi had ever heard.

“Get changed so we can get some sleep,” Du Cheng said over his shoulder.

The door shut behind Du Cheng and Shen Yi stared at it in stunned silence. He looked down at the pajamas and snorted a sudden laugh. Shen Yi realized that Du Cheng had all but run away because he embarrassed himself by being romantic. Shen Yi changed quickly and tugged open his bedroom door.

“Du Cheng,” Shen Yi called, grinning. “Come back here. I want to hear what other romantic lines you came up with.”

“Shut up!” Du Cheng’s voice echoed from somewhere else in the house. “Don’t tease me, you menace!”

Shen Yi went after his voice, cackling. It felt good to be cared for.

#under the skin #writing #my writing #猎罪图鉴 #shen yi #du cheng #it's blorbo time #idk i started this as a vent piece bc i'm heckin tired and it turned out soft somehow #enjoy kids

[merveiilles]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆˚  ✧. ┊┊ @divescustos - gets a thing!

ㅤㅤ𝓣he Irishman reached out and happily took hold of Edward's hand to give him a firm handshake. ❝--Ah don't worry about it. We'll do the best we can. More people here to stand witness to your cause the better.❞ He gave a rather prompt nod before letting go of the younger man's hand; letting his own hands drop back to his side where he tucked said hands into the pockets of his pants. ❝If there's anythin' more that we can do, just let me know.❞

#divescustos #☆|| ch;; liam #☆|| verse 01;; liam #:☆: this was made especially for you! ( closed starters ) #// hi hi! sorry took so long #// I was sick for a week #// went with liam because man needs more written/screen time in general #// also heckin hate writing accents. So just imagine it fgdjbgs #// also- tis falkenar's multi helloooo

[greedbent]

one another thing i'm supremely feral about when it comes to this crowman edgelord mcshadypants is that he legit can be so blindsided by people being legitimately heartless and uncaring

. . . allow me to explain— awnjgoha

yes, he himself is ruthless because the life he lives and the environment he lives in forces him to be. because he cannot risk having any softness or attachments that can be exploited because that's the thing !!!

everyone has a weakness no matter how typically cold and detached you are, there's always at least one thing (and oftentimes one person) that is a . . . shall we say pressure point that can be used against you

and the most interesting thing to me is that kaz often uses people's families and other similar attachments as his leverage. he basically banks on the reality that "hey, this guy cares about his wife, so if she's threatened, he'll do what i ask" or "this woman's love for her children is stronger than anything in the world; she'd bend over backwards to protect them, so let's do something with that"

kaz himself grew up with a good family he had a brother he adored he had a great dad he cannot fathom the dysfunctional families where a parent legitimately despises their kid or vice versa, so when he does come across that reality . . . ?

cough Wylan and Jan cough

it honestly always throws him off similarly to coming across someone who has zero attachments or genuine affection for anyone else; it's wildly outlandish to him and honestly disturbing if he just cannot find anything to them

#〣♚{ headcanon } #i've talked about similar things before but i just !!! always find myself thinking of this stuff #one of so many reasons kaz tries so damn hard to at least SEEM heartless and uncaring #bc bOY HOWDY DOOOOO people CAN AND WILL use that against him #and the other interesting thing ??? :3c #people will use that against him in the worst and most TWISTED ways -- they won't bLUFF #meanwhile kaz may be a heckin bastard but he ain't about to hurt an innocent person #he utilizes that pressure point simply by putting on a convincing show ;) #let the person FEAR that their precious child is in danger and OOP his work is done #buuut he knows how cutthroat people of his ilk are #they would absolutely destroy those he cares about without blinking an eye just to get to him soooo #him gotta be careful ovo; #anyway don't mind me always finding ways to hyper-analyze this freak and be obsessed #i'd be here more often ACTUALLY WRITING with folks if yaknow #kaz was more cooperative and didn't just give me the biggest stink eye #each time i want him to go and interact with someone #honey i know you hate 99% of the population but we're here for a REASON-- plS

[broccoliboix5peepeeman]

26? 👉👈

26: scalp massages when they have a headache

The moment Shoto got back to his dorm room, he practically collapsed onto his futon, exhausted.

He'd hit his head particularly hard during training - not enough to warrant medical attention, but enough that it was still drumming unpleasantly half an hour later - so he decided he deserved to get under the covers and spend the rest of the afternoon snoozing.

After all, at UA, his old man couldn't say shit about his routine.

However, as soon as he got settled, there was a knock on his door. Groaning, Shoto snuggled further into his pillow, hoping whoever it was would take the hint, but alas, they knocked again.

'Todoroki-kun?' Midoriya's voice called out. 'It's me. You left your bag in the changing rooms. Can I come in or do you want me to leave it outside your door?'

Shoto sighed quietly. On the one hand, he didn't want his best friend to see him and ask questions - knowing how concerned he'd get - but on the other, he could never really say no to Midoriya... plus, he enjoyed his company.

'You can come in.'

His friend was quiet as he entered, if not for the slight shuffling as he shut the door and set the satchel down.

'Is your head okay? You hit it pretty hard earlier?' Turned out Shoto wasn't as stealthy as he previously thought. 'Should you be sleeping, because concussion can be very serious, and-'

Usually, Shoto would listen attentively to Midoriya's muttering, but in his current state, the semantics were lost as he focused on the general sound of that soothing voice.

'It's not concussion, it just hurts a bit... and I'm tired.' He assured when his friend took a breath. 'Thanks for bringing my bag up.'

'No problem!' Shoto opened his eyes just in time to see Midoriya smile softly at him. However, once they made eye contact, his friend grew nervous; he rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to turn his stuttering into something coherent. 'I d-d-dunno if it'll h-help... but if you want... When I used to get headaches, my m-mum would rub my head, and I'd feel a b-bit better...'

He swallowed heavily. 'I c-c-could do that to you? It might make you feel better, or would that be weird? It's weird, isn't it? I'm sorry, I'm just thinking out loud.'

Shoto watched Midoriya carefully, cheeks heating up ever so slightly.

'It's not weird, but what about your hand?' He wasn't against the idea at all - in fact, he could feel his heart beat faster at the prospect - but if it was at the expense of his friend's own health, then he couldn't possibly agree to it. Handcrusher curse, be damned.

'I should be fine.' Midoriya waved nonchalantly. 'But I could use my left hand, if that's what you're worried about?'

Shoto bit his lip, considering, before nodding his head once.

'Okay.'

The weight on the futon shifted slightly as Midoriya sat down beside him, and Shoto allowed his eyes to slip closed as the tips of those calloused fingers pressed against his tense scalp. At first, the touch hurt, but once his body learnt to relax, the feeling quickly became pleasant, and he sighed.

The scratchy sound of Midoriya's fingers against him filled his ears, and when they moved to massage his temple, Shoto couldn't stop a quiet whine from escaping his lips. Before embarrassment would overwhelm him though, Midoriya hummed, non-judgemental.

'Feels good, right?'

'Ah, yeah.' Shoto admitted, keeping his eyes closed, and leaning into it. In truth, it was so much better than good. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had ever touched him like this; he didn't know such a simple action could feel so gratifying. It wasn't soft - like he was something fragile - but solid; intimate. If it were anyone else, Shoto might've squirmed away at the vulnerability, but right now, he was fairly sure that if Midoriya stopped scratching his head, he would cry.

'Thank you for this.' He whispered. The pain from his headache was still present, but distant, overpowered by the pleasurable feeling. Midoriya had been right, as usual.

'Anytime, Todoroki-kun.' Those deft fingers messaged along his hairline, and holy shit, Shoto felt like he was in heaven. 'Whatever you need.'

'Hm.' He snuggled closer, sighing, as he decided to take up the offer. 'Could you also... tell me about something? I like it when you talk. It helps.'

He was too lost in the fuzzy feeling to notice Midoriya falter ever so slightly, but when his friend shuffled to lie down next to him - not taking his hand away from Shoto's head - he revelled in their closeness; he felt truly safe.

'Sure. I can do that.'

Prompts

#i heckin love head scritches #tododeku #todoroki shoto #midoriya izuku #todoizu #dekutodo #izushou #lovely people #writing prompts #unexpected life stuff happened yesterday so I'm finishing the rest today #AgarJelly writes #a little bit

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

Collision Course Coachella

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader (Female) Synopsis: The last person you expect to see dancing his way around the Coachella venue right in front of you is Dylan O'Brien, but sometimes the universe just puts you in the right place at the right time. Tags: Coachella, Dancing, Semi-Public Sex, Slow-Burn in a One-Shot, Protected and Unprotected sex (this is fantasy...be safe) Rating: Explicit (obviously) Author’s Note: You wanted it, I stayed up all night to give it to ya ;) It’s juicy, and I’ve decided to turn it into a limited series due to popular demand! A three-part saga of the weekend the reader and Dylan spend together at Coachella 2022. Index: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3

Day 3: Crashing (Reader POV)

The warmth of him behind you, that’s the first thing you registered as you emerged from your subconscious. He was pressed up against your back, his skin on yours. You could hear his soft breathing, the warmth of it washing over your shoulder. The sun was starting to peek through the curtains, but you could tell it was early, the beams still weak and shy. 

You drew in a long breath, stretching a bit as you did, but you didn’t want to disturb him. 

His arm was draped over your waist above the comforter, just below your ribs. His hand was relaxed, his fingers curled, his palm open toward you. The sunlight cast shadows across his forearm, and you couldn’t help tracing the line of the lean muscle that ran its length with the pad of your finger. 

He stirred at your touch, drawing in a long breath, rolling his body into you a bit and pulling you closer as he sighed it out across the back of your neck. After a brief squeeze, his arm around you went slack with sleep once again. 

You turned your head enough on the pillow to look back at him. He looked so peaceful, his lips slightly parted, his brow relaxed. You smiled, as you mapped out all the little nuances of his face. You counted the moles that peppered his cheek and forehead, the little scar on the side of his nose, the tiny creases next to his eyes that you could barely see in the dim light. You still couldn’t believe this man had you wrapped in his arms, couldn’t comprehend the last 48-hours were anything more than a fever dream. Maybe your first drink at the festival had been laced with some kind of new designer drug and you’d just been rolling ever since. Laying somewhere in that dusty field, leaning next to a trashcan, off your fucking ass. That seemed more realistic at this point. 

You turned back over and nestled into your pillow. His gentle breathing was relaxing and it lulled you into a state of partial consciousness. You began to meander through your memories of the night before. You could still feel the ghost of his touch on your skin, the way his soft lips and tongue had felt on every inch of your body. He’d given you more than was reasonable to expect, and yet you craved him as though he’d only given you a taste. The sensation of him buried inside you lingered like the dull and nagging ache of a burn. You yearned for it.

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Alright. Now. It's done. No more Coachella nagging. HAHA! Seriously though, this was fun as HECK to write and I appreciate all the feedback and appreciation you have all shown this fic. It's not gone unnoticed. I value it so much. I hope you enjoy the last installment! Much Love! -Trashy xoxo

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien smut #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien x you #coachella smut #collision course coachella fic #trashy writing #I love you guysssss #back to our regularly scheduled programming #and YES I mean FAFLA #I'm gonna fucking finish the shit #I promise #but this was heckin' FUN

[lord-westley]

Hii! I’d like to request a scent drabble, it’s such a great idea! Anyways my favorite character is Legolas and I typically have an incredibly sweet scent. I love sweet perfumes, especially the scent of vanilla, my signature perfume smells of vanilla and sweet oranges.

Your scent reminds Legolas of night time adventures. Where the two of you wake up in the middle of the night- unable to fall back asleep. So you explore. Without fail, you two end up in the kitchens- eating sweets and baked goods till your stomachs ache

It reminds him of your laughter echoing down the halls as you both run away from the kitchen maids. Taking detours and finding secret hallways to hide; giggling about the stolen goods within your pockets.

#i heckin love vanilla perfume #Ive been using vanilla perfume since i was like 11 and its the best #Westley Writes #Tolkien #Lord of the rings #lotr #the hobbit #lord of the rings x reader #lotr x reader #the hobbit x reader #Legolas Greenleaf #Legolas #Legolas Greenleaf x reader #Legolas x reader

[frodo-with-glasses]

I love the new idea of ask game !

I really like the word "transcendent" a lot (and Frodo is really my favorite characters so if you could do something with that it would be great)

Good luck !

Transcendent

He was no normal hobbit, see He had this elvish quality That always seemed to walk a step beyond

A part of him that seemed above The simple life he’d come to love And for the world of great adventure longed

It could be seen when he'd exceed In word or thought or noble deed In courage, kindness, wisdom; pure and right

The moments sleeping he would lie And those who loved him would descry The faintest but most undeniable light

What was it, friend, that he became In Orodruin’s horrid flame When he grasped the Ring and named it for his own?

What was it, friend, that he’d become When the Quest was said and done That found no rest or healing in his home?

You may call it cruelest fate But perhaps the journey merely waked A seed that since his making had been sown

An anxiousness, a great desire For something greater than the Shire A longing for what he had never known

What thrill! when elvish ship surpassed And left the ocean clear as glass And steered for effervescent evermore

What joy! none else could e’er compare His wand’ring soul completed there When he set foot upon that distant shore

(And all the things he’d ever dreamed Found what they were meant to be In Eressea, in Elvenhome, in Valinor)

WORD ASK GAME!

#word ask game #frodo baggins #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing #'transcendent' is a heckin' banger of a word and frodo is such a good character for it and this was so much fun to do #watch me describe heaven as 'effervescent evermore' until i actually get there and find better words to describe it

[overdevelopedglasses]

Sunday Six... it's weirdly quiet?

Hi guys, climbing out of the pits to post something I guess. Uhhhhh.....

Here I found something I guess.

Tagging @four-white-trees @passthroughtime @mike----wazowski @fire-tempers-steel @woundedheartwithin @danketsuround @skysquid22

Movement catches within his peripheral vision. Joryu flicks his eyes upwards in time to see a blur leap from one building to the next, on the left side of the street. He breaks into a sprint, quickly rounding into an alley.

Looking up once more, staring back at him was a familiar face. Or rather, a familiar mask. The man that was cornered by the punks earlier now is perched on the lip of the building roof.

“Hey, old guy. People behind you.” they said, voice muffled behind the jester's grin.

#rgg #sunday six #my writing #kiryu kazuma #sugiura is here too #my friend finished gaiden and I now have the urge to finish this fic #but I'm so heckin busy still and it's not gonna let up until mid-may #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa