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[imyourbratzdoll]

Reader giving santa ari a treat after hes stressed heheh he gets a bj with reader in lingerie . Little do they know thoes sneaky elves are watching the two

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hello, thank you for sending this in, I apologise for taking so long to complete it, and I hope you like what I wrote.

summary - your husband has been working too hard, stressing himself out, and you decide to destress him by giving him some head.

warning - smut, oral sex, swearing, voyeurism.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

You walk into Ari’s office wearing nothing but a lacey black nightie and pout as you notice how stressed he seems. Bags linger under his eyes, his usually neatly kept hair all messed up from him running his fingers through it every five seconds. You slowly make your way over, standing behind him and massaging his broad shoulders. He leans back at your gentle touch. “Honey, you’ve been working so hard. Why don’t you come back to bed?” 

Ari shakes his head, letting out a sigh. “I can’t, my love. I wish I could, but this really needs to be done. Something went wrong, and now the naughty or nice list won’t work. How am I supposed to know who gets presents now? Hmm? I bet it was those darn elves. They always mess around in here during their breaks. I lock the door, but no. Somehow they manage to get in still and screw things up.” He rubs his face hard, the stress catching up to him. “Maybe, I should just get rid of them?”

You hum, moving around to the front of him and kneeling. “You don’t mean that. You love them even if they do cause you stress. You wouldn’t know what to do without them.” You rub your hands up and down his thick thighs, smiling when you see the bulge forming beneath his pyjama pants, his cock twitching as he peers down at you and takes in your clothes that hug your form. “Why don’t you let me take the stress away? Just for tonight.” You smile up at your husband, batting your eyelashes innocently.

Ari sighs, nodding and leaning back into his chair. “Okay.” He strokes your cheeks, smiling down at you softly, blinking his tired eyes. You grin, eyes landing on his thick bulge, sliding your hands slowly up his thighs and landing on it, beginning to rub and cup it gently. “My love, don’t tease. Please.”

“Anything for you, Mr Claus.” You hook your fingers into his waistband and gently pull the tightened cloth down, whimpering when your eyes land on his hardened member, licking your lips as you watch his angry tip leak with his delicious pre-cum. “You’re so hard already, and I bet you’ve been neglecting yourself too.” You pout up at Ari as he opens his mouth to answer you. You lean forward and swirl your tongue around his tip before wrapping your lips around it and sucking. 

“Oh, shit!” Ari’s head falls back into the chair, gripping your head gently as you bob it up and down his thick length, taking him deep into your throat. Your eyes watch him as you continue to suck his soul out, swirling and flicking your tongue around and underneath his tip, sucking him harder and faster to the point you begin to drool from the sides of your mouth, covering him. “Feels so good, ah!” 

You moan around him, your eyes rolling back as his pre-cum lands on your tongue. The two of you are so lost in pleasure that you don’t notice the elves peeking from behind the desk, watching with wide eyes as you swallow their boss's cock. Your hands move up, massaging Ari’s heavy sacks, tugging them gently and gagging as his hips thrust forward, causing him to go deeper down your throat.

“F–fuck, sweetheart. I’m close!” Your movements pick up, your head bobbing faster as you want to taste his sweet cum. Your eyes lock with his, and you suck even harder than before. Your hips move as you hump the air, giving the elves the best view. “Ahh! Fuck, I’m cumming!” Ari grunts, gripping the back of your head and pushing you further down until you are buried in his greying bush. His eyes roll backwards as you swallow him. His balls tighten, legs beginning to shake as thick amounts of cum spurt out of his mushroom tip, coating your throat. “Crap…” His eyes blink open, and his cock twitches as he watches you swallow every last drop, your tongue moving like magic as you clean him up. Ari pulls you up and places you onto his lap, pressing a heavy kiss to your lips, not caring if he tastes himself. “You’re the best fucking wife a man could ask for. You know that?”

You smile, running your fingers through his beard as you stare into his eyes. “I’m guessing you’re feeling a lot better?” 

Ari nods, “so much. Thank you, my love. Now, I think it’s my turn to return the favour.” You squeal as he lies you onto his desk, grinning down at you. 

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Side-quests

Author's note: I was really down several years ago and wrote this. It is purely super-indulgent and I wrote it to get out of my bad headspace. I hope you will enjoy it! Also, huge thanks to @gothdaddyissues for the headers and to @her-satanic-wiles for, as always, being awesome

You are hyper fixating and your lover, Papa Emeritus II, takes care of you.

You were always preoccupied with your current obsessions, your interests varying from learning all you could do about a certain topic at hand, spending countless hours watching documentaries, reading books and articles or doing something crafty. Your room had boxes full of projects in different states of being finished laid there collecting dust and making you feel guilty. You always promised to yourself to get your inspiration back and finish them. Usually, you never did.

And now, you were sitting behind your desk, shoulders tense as you worked on your new ambitious project: crocheting a big blanket for Papa Primo. It sounded really easy and it looked really easy. And after spending hours watching videos where people were crocheting things and it took them only several days to finish, you were greatly inspired to do the same. Your mind latched onto the opportunity to get a new source of dopamine even though you didn’t know how to hold a hook.

You wanted to make Primo cozy, to help him relax on the chilly nights under a warm blanket. So, for you the only logical and easy way to help him, was making it yourself. How long can it take? Two days? A week? You wanted to make a big blanket for him, 2 meters long and 1.8 meter wide. You saw people on the internet making bigger projects in less than a week, so you were certain you could do it with ease.

Spending hours on YouTube and watching videos from amazing creators, you couldn’t help yourself but go down further and further this rabbit hole, learning a lot about the yarn, how to differentiate between them, which hooks and materials are the best, you watched hundreds of tutorials on how to do this or that stitch, somehow you even landed on the crocheting drama channels that gossiped about scandals in this online community. And you were surprised with a ferocity of it and all of the drama people in such a peaceful hobby. It was amusing, it was wonderful and your mind was vibrating from all of this new information which you generously spilled to everyone willing to listen. Mostly to your lover, Secondo.

At the beginning of your peculiar relationship, he was sometimes greatly surprised with the way your mind worked. All of your conversations jumped from one topic to another, losing the initial thought completely and then returning to it thirty minutes later, as you rambled to him about everything. And he loved it greatly, being a listener, rather than a talker, getting dragged into your spiraling stories with a smile on his face. Sometimes he had to repeat his questions to you, noticing that you zoned out of the conversation with him or other people. It was adorable and he just silently accepted that you needed several reminders and notification about chores or that sometimes you can take a side quest doing your task, or loose your things that were mere minutes ago in your hands. He never minded to help you.

And after entering your new phase together, he didn’t want to admit it, but he just loved all of the petty drama people would come up with. And to your amusement he sometimes stopped in his tracks when you once again listened to one of those crocheting drama videos, hands on his hips, completely absorbed in the story, making small huffs of bewilderment. If you teased him, he scoffed at you, calling it all a nonsense and returned to his chores. But you know well that his ears were still perked up with interest and he never left the room until the video ended.

He always showered you in his affections, giving you small gifts and taking you out on the fancy and deliberate dates, giving you all the spare time he had. Sometimes he even joined in on your new hobby, helping you paint or making pottery with you. Usually, on the quiet evenings he read you out loud a book he was interested in, while you laid beside him, working on your project. Or he would listen to podcasts with you, humming to the interesting parts, hands lazily stroking your side. He never imposed, never questioned your sudden bursts of energy and for that alone you loved him so much.

And now you were sitting at your ambitious big project which had been due months ago and still wasn’t finished. The guilt you felt was matching your frustration. You liked to crochet, you liked to do stuff in general, but you were inexperienced and sometimes needed to redo your work because you made stiches too tight or too loose and it drove you mad.

It was fun at the beginning, the colors you chose for the patched blanket were nice and soothing, the yarn was soft and squares for a patched blanket were fun with different stitch for every color. But you had miscalculated the amount of each square you had to do, and now you had to make more black squares and needed to redo blue ones because they were too big and loose compared to the others. And some of them were with uneven sides because you forgot to count your every row.

To you it was a complete disaster. Your fingers itched and ached as you hunched at your work, cursing at yourself and this stupid blanket. You wanted it to be perfect while it was everything but perfect. You wanted to cry, working on this blanket through sheer willpower and stubbornness, wanting nothing more than to throw it all away. You swore at yourself, tears prickling your eyes as your mind spiraled. Today was not the best day to work on your crocheting hobby, punishing yourself for being so slow with it. And on top of that, it was the middle of summer and the yarn which was warm and nice in February now was too warm to your liking, making you sweat and even air conditioner couldn’t help you.

All you needed to do is to make five more white squares and put them all together in a desired order and be done with it. But in your frustration, you couldn’t concentrate, drifting off to other tasks in your thoughts or sometimes just spacing out looking at the tv. You put on play some restoration videos not a while ago and now they looked more interesting and inviting than your task at hand.

The door behind you opened and gently closed, footsteps were quietening by the floor carpet, but you still recognized them: Secondo returned from his duties. He came closer to you, putting his hand on your shoulder. His cologne filled your nose relaxing you as Secondo leaned slightly to look in your eyes. When he saw tears in them, he frowned. His hand gently cupped your cheek and brushed it

“What is wrong, amore? Did someone hurt you?”

You shook your head, ashamed of your emotions and bit on your bottom lip. His voice was tender and soft and it made you want to cry more. You placed your hand upon his, leaning your head to his touch and made a deep shaky breath. Secondo noticed the yarn on the floor and a wobbly white square on your lap. He sighed leaning closer and kissing your forehead.

“Did you eat today or even take a break, tesoro?”

You shook your head again and sighed looking guilty. He tugged you by your hands, making you stand up and rubbed them. His gaze was soft and tender as he kissed you briefly on your lips.

“I am hungry myself. Let’s eat together and then I will help you with your stuff, okay?”

“Thank you”

You said, hugging him close to you and hiding your face in his shoulder

“I am always so stupid and forget everything”

He kissed the top of your head and hugged you closer

“You are not stupid, tesoro, you are just really invested in everything you do. And I really love that about you”

He kissed you once again this time on the forehead and led you into the kitchen where he sat you down and started making dinner. You always loved the way he did it: the sleeves of his shirt rolled up revealing his forearms, the apron sat tight on his body and his strong hands worked on the table, preparing food. Sometimes you got too carried away with your thoughts and then the dinner was postponed, because your chef was too preoccupied with you rather than food. This time though, you just simply sat on the chair and let yourself relax, chatting with Secondo about his day and yours. The sound of the knife working on the cutting board was almost soothing.

After dinner, you helped him to wash the dishes and put them away, humming to the music from the radio. He pulled you into the dance in the middle of the chore and you giggled for the first time today, swaying to music and giving him all of the kisses you can give, his hands slid down your waist and rested on the hips, squeezing them tightly.

“So, what is with your blanket?”

He asked and your smile dropped as you remembered all of your failures. You shook your head

“It is a disaster, I hate it and I am already late for Primo’s birthday.”

“It is not that bad. I saw what you did and it looks really good, amore, you are too hard on yourself”

He tried to reassure you, kissing your cheek and smiling warmly at you. You smiled back weakly and stepped aside, hugging yourself.

“I really hate it already and hate that my mind just can’t focus on this, you know? And I feel stupid that I get distracted, loose count and ta-da I made it wrong and I need to redo this.”

You sighed exasperatedly, looking frustrated and he took you in his arms again

“Let’s do this then: we let it sit for some time, doing another hobby and then return to your blanket and finish it together, hm?”

The idea sounded tempting and you almost wanted to follow it, slightly relaxing in his embrace.

“I will forget about it if I put it away.”

“Good thing that I don’t forget about such things. We will relax together, maybe go to a party or on a date in a restaurant and later this week finish this present. Primo will be happy to receive it any time of the year.”

You hugged him tightly, whispering thanks to him. This week you went on dates and did his hobbies. Together you book binded the journals and had fun at his favourite club, baked pastries and went to a picnic. All of this helped you to let yourself go and when he suggested to help you crocheting, you didn’t argue, showing him how to make rows and basic stiches, needed for the white squares.

He learnt quickly, grumbling at the yarn when he pulled on it too tight or let it get looser than he wanted. You crocheted the blanket together, watching his favourite soap opera. You didn’t even notice when you finish all of your work and finally stitched together all of the squares, too preoccupied with the drama unfolding in the plot. Secondo was lying beside you on the bed, hook in his arm and eyes glued to the tv. He frowned and swore when the mother of one of the main heroes argued with his lover and splashed her face with water.

“Have you seen the audacity, amore? I hope Sarah will be with him out of spite.”

You chuckled at him, hugging him close and kissing him on the cheek. His arms circled around your waist and brought you closer to him. He made you feel so calm and at peace with his presence alone. Kissing him once again, you lay in his arms and sighed happily.

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[drytacomeat]

𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

My first series begins! It was actually inspired by a random prompt generator. I plan to make it 3 parts, and probably have smut. Sorry the header is ugly kinda. I’ll work on that.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Plus Size Black! Reader

Synopsis: Steve is suddenly unarmored by Y/n, and he is determined to get her to give him a chance.

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You couldn’t say you were one of them yourself, but today you did have ulterior motives. You actually needed to study for the third history exam this week. Your teacher was insane to be quite frank.

Despite that, the library was pretty packed with buzzing and gossiping girls. It was sweet you thought.

They didn’t really think the same about you, that was common knowledge.

You were about the only girl here who did not wear cute skirts and flattering sweaters. There also were not many bigger girls at this school. Layering being black, fat, and not your average styled girl was a recipe for being an outcast.

You tried your best though, and you figured the people that truly mattered around here liked you. You were a good person who did good things. You also gave discounts to any parents who had kids also in high school for your babysitting services.

Some of those parents really needed to be cut some slack, and their kids would come to you for thanks. You’d built quite the reputation, so, no, you weren’t bothered much despite odds being against you in little Hawkins.

You weren’t noticed much either though, at least not until this beautiful Spring day that you decided to sit by the window of the library so you could watch the surroundings.

“Hey, do you work here by any chance?” Steve Harrington asked you with a look of desperation. He completely yanked you out of your own daydream.

You couldn’t help but scrunch your face because what the actual fuck?

“No, I’m a student here…we have been in school together since kindergarten. I’m in the same history class as you,” you shook your head and looked back down to your book. You wished you would have took the extra 2 minutes to look for your Walkman this morning.

“Oh, I‘ve—um—never seen you around here before,” his eyebrows shot up and his lips curled inwards like he was actually trying to think.

“Probably just weren’t looking for me,” you responded lowly.

He just shrugged.

“Well, you’re the only one over here, so maybe you could help me out?” he somewhat smiled.

“Depends on what you need “King Steve”,” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Don’t—whatever. Can you just tell me where the history books are?”

You pointed towards the back of the library, and to your luck, he didn’t ask for more. He would have to search more, but by the time he would come back to the table for further instruction, you would be gone.

You quickly grabbed your items and walked away. So much for studying.

As you began to make it near the library exit, you questioned as to how he could just not know you? The school was not big enough for that honestly. You didn’t necessarily stick out aside from the obvious because you were relatively but still.

Now, you were usually never one to go by rumors as you had heard so many about yourself that were just blatant lies, but there were a lot about Steve. Some of those rumors were even proven to be true by one of your closest friends who happened to actually date him, Nancy Wheeler. Still, maybe “King Steve” was just all caught up in his mousse slicked head. Maybe he was just an asshole.

Just as you walked out the double doors, you bumped into dickhead Tommy Hagen and his girl, Carol.

“Watch where you’re going fat-ass,” he spat, and Carol threw her shoulder in such a bitchy way that it made you inwardly cringe.

As usual, you did not respond. You just went on about your day.

•••

Steve had been racking his mind that whole day. How could he not have known you? If you had been in school together since kindergarten, there was no way he just could not know you. You weren’t just the typical Indy girl. No, you dressed differently, and in his opinion, you looked quite different, as well. Not that he saw anything wrong with that.

He had seen your interaction with Tommy and Carol that day and cringed a little himself. You had definitely been a target of the two at least once before then, so that made him really wonder as to how he never noticed you before. Well, he never really noticed any of the people Tommy and Carol bothered because they bothered everybody really.

He tried not to think of it too much really. Him getting his ass handed to him almost every time he fought could be to blame for this memory clog.

It’s just that after that moment, he started to see you everywhere now.

He saw you in the cafeteria, in the school parking lot, at the vending machine, at the water fountains immediately after lunch. He saw you walk into your classes (he could probably wring your schedule out if he tried hard enough now), and he even saw you in the gym after school. He didn’t think you played any sports. Not necessarily because of how you looked, but because other people knew how you looked. There was no doubt you would experience mistreatment, unless you were absolutely perfect at whatever you did.

He had been seeing you so much the past two weeks. He would think you were doing it on purpose, but you seemed to show no interest in him when he asked for help in the library. He also only saw you doing absolutely normal things around school as well and not paying attention to him whatsoever.

Over the time, he started to take notice to your wardrobe. You never wore bright colors. Every color you wore was muted and…dull. You also never wore skirts. Ever. It was spring, and you wore no skirts. What kind of Hawkins girl are you? He figured you accessorized well enough, even though he knew nothing about that sort of thing.

He always found his eyes on you all of a sudden, and he didn’t know why. You were nothing like any girl he was ever involved with.

•••

If he hadn’t agreed to taking this scrunchy little kid to his little middle school dance, he might have gotten over this abrupt infatuation sooner than later.

“Sorry, Steve. I left my bike here earlier because my mom picked me up, and I just don’t want it to get stolen or anything,” Dustin explained as they both pulled into the Wheeler residence.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not too out of the way,” Steve shrugged.

Dustin quickly scrambled out of the car to go after his bike.

As someone made their way out of the front door, he averted his attention from the boy.

It…it was you! What the actual fuck were you doing here? And you had on a dress! It was a little maroon number with black lace trimmings around it. He had never seen any girl wear a dress like that, but then again, he didn’t pay attention to what they were wearing for too long.

You had your hair done up into some sort of braids that he was sure you did not have in earlier, and you had on makeup. Simple look, but makeup nonetheless.

You looked really fucking pretty, and Steve was losing his mind.

Steve’s eyes lingered maybe a little longer than they should have until Dustin jumped back into the car.

“Sorry that took so long. Come on, Steve. You have to floor it because I cannot be late!” Dustin panicked.

Steve nodded and reversed the car, still looking in your direction. Nancy was following behind you now.

No way. Were you friends with Nancy this whole time?

You were absolutely confusing his mind.

He emptied his head as he watched Dustin enter the gym after near drowning himself in cologne.

Steve could not believe that he was here in this moment. Driving a little scraggly kid around and actually enjoying it. He was really starting to grow fond of the little guy. A lot of things in his life was just starting to scramble around.

•••

The day after those kids’ little dance, Dustin was absolutely talking Steve’s ear off.

“—and then this girl danced with me!” Dustin spoke causing Steve to completely zone in.

“What? A girl danced with you, Henderson?” Steve’s eyebrows raised, “I told you man!”

Dustin cheesed widely.

“Yeah, she was-actually you might know her! She’s in high school!” he faced Steve excitedly.

“High school?” Steve now raised his brows more.

“Yes! High school, Steve! She babysits for the Wheeler’s so I kind of know her, but that does not change the fact that I looked like the coolest motherfucker there!” he yelled.

“Hey, watch it,” Steve said, sternly eying the boy. Dustin just sat there staring Steve down for a second before they both burst out laughing.

“Okay, well, there’s a lot of girls in high school, Henderson. What’s she look like?” Steve asked.

“Uhm, probably a few inches shorter than you. She’s…well…she’s black, and she’s just really pretty. She had her hair in these braids and stuff,” he rambled while moving around more before he accidentally spilled his can of soda.

“Aw, fuck, Henderson!” Steve yelled quickly reaching down to grab the can.

“Sorry,” Dustin cowered.

Steve just threw down some napkins he so conveniently had on his dashboard into the mess. He made sure to floor it too.

“Sorry about your car, Steve,” Dustin frowned as they pulled up to his house now, “I get my allowance on Monday! I can help pay for cleaning or something maybe.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Steve rolled his eyes and shooed Dustin sassily.

Dustin hopped out quickly, and Steve was about to drive off until he recalled the conversation he had before this. He wanted to know what high school girl now got the privilege of being the middle school gossip topic for the next week or so.

“Henderson!” he yelled out, “What was the name of that girl that graced you with a little dance?”

“Oh! Uh, Y/n!”

•••

Steve actually scraped his brain that entire weekend. He did not know anyone who went by the name Y/n, but it had sounded familiar.

He felt like his mind was actually leaving him at this point.

•••

That next day at school, Steve had been watching you the whole day, yet again. You were always just around, and nothing was clicking in his poor little mind.

As he noticed you more, he noticed that everyone seemed to know you. You interacted with a huge variety of people. Despite your size, which is something most of the kids here are super petty and judgmental about, no one ever really bothered you, except for Tommy and Carol.

He found that strange.

Speaking of, he sat in the school cafeteria berating Tommy about not eating his meatloaf and how he should’ve gave it to him.

Once he looked away from his tray, he noticed you were standing in front of his table, running a conversation with the cheerleaders. You talked to them effortlessly, and it looked as if you all were friends.

He couldn’t help but berate himself for having the mentality that it’s a shock people treat you kindly.

As he sulked on his poor judgement. Carol stood up and apparently bumped into you. You quickly turned around to apologize as she was turning around as well.

This caused you to drop the vanilla pudding cup in your hand to the floor. Steve’s brows jumped as he inspected the situation.

You were frantically apologizing as Carol was dramatically gasping.

“You bitch!” she yelled and notified the entire cafeteria. Everyone’s attention was on you now, and you were cringing. So was Steve. This wasn’t unusual of Carol. She was a real piece of work.

What was unusual, though, was that Carol raised her hand to you and slapped you right across the face.

Carol was usually all bark, no bite. Steve’s jaw dropped, and Hagen had a big grin on his face. He looked over at his “friend” and scoffed. His eyes went back to you, and you seemed as though you just processed the slap as your hand went up to your cheek. Carol turned back to look at Hagen who was still grinning widely. Almost as if he was…proud of Carol.

You scoffed and reached down to pick the pudding up off of the floor. Steve figured you would just walk away, but you dipped your hand into the pudding. Carol was taken off guard when you smeared your pudding soaked hand across the top of her red hair.

Steve couldn’t help but crack a smile as you flung the pudding from your hand as Carol looked distraught.

His eyes caught yours for a split second. His face ran a little hot, and he quickly looked down. You had quite the balls.

Everybody knew Carol was a piece of shit, but nobody ever did anything about it.

“I’ll kill you, Y/n!” Carol yelled as Tommy came to her aid quickly with a napkin.

You stormed out of the cafeteria as Tommy was trying to help Carol. She was only slapping his hand away and running off in a different direction.

Meanwhile, Steve’s eyes were bulging out of his head. You were Y/n! It was all clicking now, and Steve was cursing himself for being such a dumbass.

You were the girl to dance with Dustin. The girl he could not stop talking about. Hell, after hearing all the great things Dustin said about you, Steve even started to like you a little bit, not even knowing it was you.

Now that he put a name to face, he couldn’t help but like you a little bit more. He knew nothing about you, though.

He would have to change that.

•••

Steve was pulling Henderson up to the Wheeler’s house. They were supposed to be playing their little nerd game that had absolutely too much going on to even possibly be fun. Dustin was bouncing in his seat from excitement.

“And then, they are going to let me be dungeon master this time, Steve! Don’t tell him, but Will is a master hog,” Dustin rolled his eyes.

Steve tried to look interested, he really did.

“Yeah, well, good luck Henderson,” Steve granted him a smile as Dustin was about to hop out of the car.

“Oh! One more thing, can you, uh, ask Nancy where this…Y/n may happen to stay?”

Dustin’s face puzzled before he looked around. Steve had pleading eyes, kind of hoping he wouldn’t ask any questions. He knew how this must’ve sounded.

“Oh! You know Y/n!” he bounced a little, “Man, you’re so cool, Steve.”

Steve only raised his eyebrows at the boy. Dustin nodded and ran on off into the Wheeler house.

Steve was about to back out of the driveway until he saw Nancy’s small frame dashing out of the house. She was walking with such intensity that her hair was rising inches from her shoulders before cascading back down.

Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes and sigh. Fucking Henderson.

Steve rolled his window down and tried to put on his best fake smile. He was nervous because he knew Nancy was probably some type of upset.

“Steve! Why are you having a little boy ask me about Y/n?” Nancy said in an accusingly way, even if she wasn’t technically accusing Steve of anything yet.

“I just…I-I needed to ask her something,” he tried to say coolly and shrugged. “I don’t see why it’s, um, any of your business.”

She gave Steve the must incredulous look.

“Steve, c’mon. Seeing as you are my ex and she is my friend, it is very much my business!” she declared.

Steve shrugged nervously. Nancy could only sigh.

“You don’t have a good track record with girls, Steve. If you’re trying to play some game with

Y/n, I promise you that I am not letting that happen,” Nancy shrugged and crossed her arms.

Steve couldn’t help but admire her carefulness.

“Look, I watched her get bitch-slapped by Carol. I wanted to apologize for the situation,” he said after letting out a breath.

“You never have tried to apologize to anybody Hagen and Carol have taunted before, except for Jonathan,” she sighed. Steve couldn’t help but cringe at the name. He was over the situation, but reminders of it still made his heart murmur.

“She also danced with Dustin. He’s like obsessed with her. I just want to do a nice gesture for the girl. You have to believe me,” Steve pressed.

“You don’t know her.”

“Hoping to change that,” he half smiled.

Nancy stared at him intensely, perhaps scanning his face, before her eyes softened.

“Fine, I’ll tell you where she stays, but you have to bring me with you when you decide to go. That’s my rule, and I will not break it,” she uncrossed her arms and pointed at Steve.

He nodded slowly. She turned away and stormed back off into their house.

Steve let out a breath he had not known he was holding. That was fucking intense.

First part! To be honest, I am not sure if this will be correct because I wrote it in another place and transferred it because Tumblr is very hard to write in. Let me know if it looks like there are any gaps and feedback/ requests are welcomed.

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[alieinthemorning]

Inked Wrists [Dynamight | Bakugou Katsuki || Red Riot | Kirishima Eijirou]

Content: Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Angst, Polyamory, Established Relationship

Pronouns: None

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At one point, people were born equal. 

In the world of quirks, this is no longer true. 

In the world of soulmates, this is even more false. 

You were a part of the 5% population who had a soulmate.

You and your partners

You glanced at your right wrist: 

Bakugou Katsuki

Then your left:

Kirishima Eijirou 

These two names appeared on your wrists the moment you stepped foot on UA’s grounds. 

You didn’t know who they were during the exams, but the moment you walked through Class 1-A’s door, you knew. The three of you were immediately drawn to each other (even if Katsuki was too shy to admit it).

But now…

Now it just seemed to be you and Eijirou.

Katsuki was spending more time training (as if he wasn’t strong enough). More time studying (as if he wasn’t smart enough).

He was just 

gone.

“You seem to be thinking hard, what’s wrong?” He asked, raising a hand up to caress your cheek. 

You blinked at him, slowly returning to reality. 

You were in your room, on your bed, with Eijirou resting in your lap. It was after classes and training and—

“Oh. I’m sorry.” You resumed stroking his hair. That must have been why he said that.

Or maybe not— because he sat up, facing you head on. “What’s wrong? I can basically hear the gears churning up here.” He tapped your forehead. 

You sighed, “I can’t keep anything from you.”

“Well, something ya can, and other things…” He trailed off, caressing your wrist.

Your right wrist. 

Ah.

“So you noticed it too…” 

Eijirou nodded. “I feel like ever since we rescued him, he’s just been…off.” He paused, “And not just because of that— it’s like…”

“There’s something else he’s not telling us.” You finished. 

The two of you were quiet for a moment then

“We have to confront him.”

And what a fucking mistake that was. 

“Katsuki…is there something wrong—?” You barely got to get the entire question out before he was jumping down your throat and stalking toward you.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” His hands flexed at his side.

Regardless, you held your ground. “Ever since the kidnapping, you’ve—”

His hands popped once, then he was turned away from you. “I don’t want to talk about it.” 

Eijirou was on his other side, arms crossed, stance strong. “At least hear us out, man…we know something is—”

“You don’t know shit!” Katsuki raised a crackling hand up, ready to slam it in the side of Eijirou’s head.

So you quickly activated your quirk, Gummy Gum, wrestling his arm back with the elastic substance. 

Katsuki looked between the two of you. “I’m not saying shit, so drop this weakass quirk before I make you drop it.” 

You did, knowing that he wasn’t going to actually harm you, but instead knew that he had reached his limit and pushing him any further would instead push him away from you. 

Even further that he already was.

So instead, you waited. 

Waited for him to come to you on his own.

And he did.

Just not in the way you were expecting. 

Battered and bruised. 

Eyes glazed over with what you could only identify as 

Regret. 

He didn’t tell you what happened, just stood at the door waiting. 

So with a quick glance at Eijirou, you did the only thing you could do

You opened your arms and heart for him.

As the two of you would always do.

Because at the end of the day, this is the only thing you could ask for.

For them to come home.

Until he didn’t.

This took like three days.

I'm not actively writing for this again btw. I just really needed to rewrite this lol.

I also I did not realize that I never posted this here.

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[ashvalentin]

Prompt : You were sure your girlfriend knew your secret identity, so you were happy to flirt with her both in and out of costume. But today she confessed to cheating on you. With you.

!! All Might X (Gender Neutral) Civilian Reader !!

All might, known to one of the top heroes in all of Japan. With his heroic stature along with his dashing smile he brought countless villains to justice. Before he met you, he never thought of even considering a relationship with anyone. To be fair, he never had time for those kinds of things. So meeting you changed his mind after he bumped into you while he was shopping at the grocery store. He couldn’t help but notice the warm feeling he had when you smiled at him. Of course people have done this many times but yours felt different. You guys started meeting up more than once after that as you just happen to run into each other while he was out on patrol as small might. Everything changed overtime, you made feel less stressed about everything by simply giving a home he could come back to everyday without worrying so much.

After a while you both realized your feelings for each other you decided to wait until he said anything as you were to nervous to even say anything about it, Toshinori confessed first surprisingly. It was actually cheesy, he thought it was best to confess on Valentine’s Day showing up at your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers. During these times he just simply kept his smaller form as he never showed his hero form due to the possibility of danger. Imagine he showed at your home one day with his hero form, villains could see him then target you to get to him. Many villains were infatuated on ending him as he always seemed to be there for whatever crime they were committing at the time. It was a risk he wasn’t willing to take. Seriously, if you got hurt or even worse than that because of him he wouldn’t be able to handle it. The thought was quite painful to him. As many times as he went out he knew he couldn’t really hide it anymore surely you would’ve gotten suspicious by now. He would always come up with bruises on him blaming it on the fact he was just a clumsy guy after all. So flirting with you whenever he saw didn’t seem much of an issue to him. Every time he would you’d go as red as a tomato, he found it amusing. Though, he wasn’t the best at it he just wanted to see you in a good mood.

One day, to his surprise he got a sinking feeling in chest as you told told you needed to talk to him about something. He gave a nod ready to hear the worst but to his surprise you said you had been cheating on him with All Might, the number one.. aka himself. Suddenly, he let out a small chuckle leaving you confused as he finally straight told you that was him. You blushed in embarrassment as well as slight excitement knowing you’re dating the number hero himself. It He had been your favorite growing up, being a fan before he was even at the top of leader board. Knowing him, he would never let this down knowing how adorable you are when you’re like this in his words.

Author’s Note : This might be updated further in the future as I’m always going back to fix things when I write something but I hope you enjoy anyways as this is my first ever fanfic published here!! Anyways, hope you have a wonderful day dear reader. Requests are currently open, nsfw is allowed before anymore asks!

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[roodles03]

🌈 Roodles03 🌈

My name is Roo, and my pronouns are they/them! I'm 20, queer, and autistic.

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[true-blue-sonic]

What does Silver's naivety mean exactly? He's always described with this word but everyone seems to interpret it differently

The Cambridge dictionary definition of naive is:

too willing to believe that someone is telling the truth, that people's intentions in general are good, or that life is simple and fair. People are often naive because they are young and/or have not had much experience of life.

There's a lot to unpack here, not helped by the fact that Silver's naivete, in my opinion, is definitely not present in all games. In fact, I would even go so far as to say that '06 is the only game that has him as truly naive. I'll put the respective games under headers to make it a bit more readable.

Sonic 06

Let's start with '06. Silver immediately trusts Mephiles when he appears with an alleged simple solution to the problem Silver has been inside of his whole life. He furthermore takes at face value that Mephiles tells the truth and has good intentions, or at the very least does not question those intentions until far later into the game ("Mephiles... Tell me. Who is the Iblis Trigger? Why does he want to destroy the world?"; before the Train Terminal and second boss fight with Sonic). A lot of convincing (starting with Amy showing her unwavering faith in Sonic and Shadow later bluntly intercepting when the seeds of doubt were already planted in Silver's mind) is necessary to make him see the truth of Mephiles' deception. However, I do not think Silver believes life is simple and fair: he expresses frustration in '06 about the endless battle against Iblis he has been fighting for so long:

Blaze: Looks like we stopped it for now. Silver: But, it'll just rise up from its ashes again. [Hits a brick wall with his fist in frustration.] What's the point of all this? It'll never end. Blaze: Calm down, Silver. Silver: [disappointed] Then tell me what we should do. How can we completely destroy Iblis?

So yeah; he is frustrated and angry and does not know what to do anymore. A general conclusion I can draw from '06 is that he is naive there, because he immediately trusts Mephiles has good intentions and provides information with as goal to defeat Iblis forever. Silver does not question Mephiles' motives until much farther into the game.

Sonic Rivals

After that, we get Rivals... and Silver is not naive here, I would say. He is willing to give "Eggman" the benefit of the doubt at the start of his story, expressing a desire to "talk to him" first before taking to brawling multiple times. However, when more and more evidence begins stacking up, he becomes convinced of the idea that "Eggman" is actually a disguised Eggman Nega, and he is right! Furthermore noteworthy is that he figured this out all by himself, through reasoning there is something wrong about "Eggman's" speech and mannerisms, the fact he possesses the camera, and the fact "Eggman" mentions the "present and future". It shows multiple things: Silver is shrewd enough to have a keen awareness of the usual way Eggman Nega behaves, can further compare that to how other people act, can reason that it's highly unlikely Eggman just got his hands on a camera from the future out of nowhere when Eggman Nega is so protective of it, listens well enough to what is being said to notice tiny details and slip-ups, and can draw logical and correct conclusions based on all that information together. It means Silver is not at all dumb or unobservant. And thus, I would say he is not naive here! He doesn't trust "Eggman" as far as he can throw him, but also waits with his accusations before there is so much evidence it is impossible that what he suspects isn't true.

Sonic Rivals 2

And that shrewdness continues in Rivals 2! Eggman Nega directly says: "Ah, Silver, very perceptive! Nothing gets by you, I see." when Silver immediately calls him out when he shows up as "Eggman" again. Thus, he does not fall for the same trick twice! Interesting to note is that Eggman Nega did deny knowing anything about himself when disguised as "Eggman" in Rivals 1; is it possible he knew Silver would not believe him if he tried that again?

However, I would say Silver is somewhat more naive in Rivals 2 than in 1 because of a simple fact: he just figures Espio will know he is telling the truth because he is telling the truth.

Silver: Agh! Where did Eggman Nega take off to? Espio: Silver... What is this about saving our world? Silver: If you want to save your world, we have to hide the Chao in a safe place. Espio: You want me to believe that? Silver: Yes, why? Espio: Unbelievable as it may seem... For some reason, I trust you.

When Espio asks if Silver just wants him to believe that, Silver answers in affirmative while being completely earnest. There is absolutely no consideration of the fact Espio has no reason to believe him and might not believe him at all because Silver currently is basically kidnapping Chao left and right. He even tells Espio straight to his face that he is kidnapping Chao earlier in the game:

Silver: Hey, Espio! Where did you go? Espio: Silver! I know you're responsible for the disappearing Chao. Silver: That's right! To save our worlds. Espio: But that doesn't make sense. Why?

Eggman Nega interrupts before Silver can explain, but also here Silv comes steamrolling through with his honesty like a sledgehammer to the knees. So here Silver's naivete shows itself in an 'opposite' way compared to how it showed in '06, I would say: instead of taking other people at face value, he believes everyone takes him at face value because what he is telling is true. That can furthermore mean he thinks life is 'simple'; nicely black-and-white, where good people like him who want to save the world do not lie and deceive and thus immediately are believed by other good people. It just does not seem to occur to him that people do not automatically believe him, haha! He furthermore gets angry when people express scepticism about his world-saving attempts:

Knuckles: So Silver, what do you want with the Chao, anyway? Silver: I have to save your world or mine will be destroyed, too! Knuckles: What? And you think the Chao can help? You're crazy. Silver: I'll show you how crazy I am. Knuckles: Oh yeah? Bring it on!

I feel it definitely relates to the above-discussed, based on Silver's trusting attitude, but his reactions to not being believed are another story.

Sonic Colours, Sonic Generations and Sonic Forces

In Colours DS, Silver shows a bit more of a sassy side to him, mocking Eggman's ride as inaccurate and boasting to Blaze about his powers. He notices Orbot and Cubot appeared when he and Blaze neared a specific ride, which gives Blaze the incentive to urge Sonic to check it out. There is no indication of naivete as described above here. Silver doesn't have too big a role in Generations next, but he expresses clear distrust for when Sonic suddenly pops up while Silver is hanging out in the void. He asks if Sonic is an imposter/fake sent for the Emerald, and battles with him until Sonic has defeated him, thus proving he is real. Again: not a trace of naivete. I would even go so far as to say him not trusting Sonic immediately is the opposite of naivete.

And the same kind of goes for Forces, really. Silver is on top of things in the Resistance: he is helping with developing plans, he shoots Infinite's taunting down immediately, he is just generally very grounded and desiring to make things right for the world. For this game I truly cannot think of an example that shows him as a naive person. He definitely believes that they can make things better and turn the tide of the war, but not in an overly trusting, 'life is simple and fair' kind of way. At most, his brushing off of the 'strange readings' (Classic Sonic and Tails) in the Mystic Jungle as just another Eggman robot could perhaps show something like that? But I feel like that is quite the stretch and also not unbelievable for him to figure that is the case, considering the entire world is overran by robots at that moment.

Team Sonic Racing

(I nearly forgot about this game, woops.) This one is a bit of a doozy; I think the English Trash Talk Scene which I so detest was meant to give a sense of naivete to Silver... except it just directly contradicts the fact he trash talks everyone in the game itself. And also in this game he is shrewd otherwise: he immediately predicts there will be trouble in his very introduction, he alerts everyone the moment he sees Eggman and Dodon Pa talk (and is furthermore believed immediately by his friends), he asks Omochao's help to keep an eye on the tracks to sate his worries, and confronts Eggman directly about what he and Dodon Pa were discussing. Eggman is as transparant as can be about having hired Zavok in his denial, but Silver might not have been around when that was said (he was not in that cutscene) and thus he very well might have reached that conclusion by himself. So also here: zero taking-things-at-face-value. He does not believe Eggman in the slightest, and all his suspicions and bad feelings that he attempts to tackle and get to the bottom of throughout the game are proven correct.

Overall conclusion

So based on the above info from games and assuming I have not missed something, the only games wherein Silver has shown true signs of naivete are '06 and traces in Rivals 2. In the other games he is far more sceptical and distrustful. Rivals 1 furthermore shows him as quite shrewd and able to put various pieces of information together to see if it aligns with what he thinks is happening. So... I think the conclusion I can get from here is that Silver actually is naive no more, haha! It at least has not been shown in any recent game, with only '06 running on it. The fact that bios still extensively bring it up might relate to the fact Silver's backstory is still heavily tied to '06, which I talked about in an earlier post as well. I do think it is safe to say Silver has a very straightforward mindset: he believes others trust him because he is saying the truth in Rivals 2, the moment Sonic beats him in Generations is the moment he believes that Sonic is the real deal, and so on. So I think that is for me the best way I can describe Silver's naivete: it makes him extremely straightforward and gives him somewhat of a black-and-white mindset wherein people automatically trust him because he is speaking the truth (which is not how the real world works). But he is too perceptive, shrewd, and seemingly good at piecing together clues to be dumb or idiotic, that much is certain.

I feel like I got off-topic somewhat, but I hope I answered your question well!🍀

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[pluviacuratio-a]

♣ So, if you've glanced at my blog header or my pinned post, i'm on a semi-hiatus for now!

it's just until i get my mojo back and can be around more often than just when i'm at work

i don't know how long it will last, so it's just until further notice!

thank you for being so awesome!!

#♣ out of rain (ooc)

[sulky-valkyrie]

happy friday / dadwc sulky! i just noticed your. pasta header. anyway, for a prompt, something serious for Anders/Justice or Anders/Nathaniel Howe: "things you said that I wish you hadn’t"?

Thanks! Here it is for those who don't use tumblr on the desktop and want to know wtf Syrup speaks of:

And now, without further ado, for @dadrunkwriting 1200 serious words of Nate & Anders & Justice

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Just a quick trip to Amaranthine to give Aura the rest of Ser Pounce-a-Lot’s supplies, Anders had said.  And bringing Justice because she's fond of him in her own way.  Be back by sundown at the latest.

It was midnight now, with no sign of him.  Nathaniel had checked the entire keep twice, once mid-afternoon, and again after dinner before leaving instructions that the sentries let him know the moment Anders returned and then had gone off to pace the library.  The fortress felt downright oppressive now that the Aedan had been summoned to Weisshaupt and Warden Constable Kader had been assigned to Ferelden in the interim.

Nothing against him personally, of course.  No, that was a lie.  Getting rid of Anders' cat had been the start of a series of 'Change for Change's Sake' decisions to bring home the point that Aedan wasn't in charge anymore.  Allowing Rolan to Join had been a mistake, and they'd all argued against it, and perhaps if they hadn't been so vocal in their protests, he wouldn't have grumbled about backwater Fereldans who don't trust their own order and too-soft predecessors who let everyone run roughshod over him.

Nathaniel supposed that, to his mind, the Wardens needed all the bodies they could get to clear out the Thaw, and after King Alistair’s success at using smites against emissaries, he wanted more Templars in the ranks.  Former Templars, Kader had admonished Anders for his vehemence.  They're leaving the Chantry for this and you will work with them like any other brother or sister in arms. 

Anders has been so pissed off that Nate had needed to cover his mouth and drag him from Kader's office.  He had every right to be furious, given the Chantry's attitude toward apostates in general and Anders in particular, but summoning a lightning storm in the acting Commander's office wouldn't help his argument.  Nate had tried to explain to him that night that he needed to pick his battles, that Kader's decision had been made and fighting with him now wouldn't help, but it only made his anger worse.

It's not a battle I have a choice in! Anders had snarled right before stomping out of their shared quarters.  Rolan wants me dead, and you want me to just, just, wait for him to try?  What sweet fucking vindication we'll have when there's a sword in my chest!

They hadn't shared a bed since.  In fact, they'd barely spoken in the last two weeks, except to discuss the duty roster.  Nathaniel missed him.  Not just the sex, but everything else.  The fact that Anders had gone out of his way that morning to tell him he was leaving had given him hope that this rift between them was mending, but now, hours after his expected return, it only made him worry.  He'd wanted someone to know where he was.  To look for him if he disappeared. Nathaniel checked Anders' corner room again, then the clinic, then the barracks.  No Anders.

Also, more concerningly, no Rolan.

When had he last seen him?  Was it before or after Anders left?  Didn't matter.

He didn't remember making the decision to leave, or saddling up a horse, or riding out, just suddenly found himself already on the road, looking desperately for any sign of Anders or Rolan.  He was about to give up when the faint smell of burning hair caught his attention.  He followed it carefully, guiding the horse off the highway and through the trees until it refused to go any further, then tied its reins to a tree and kept going on foot.  The moonlight was enough that he could see a clearing up ahead.  As he picked his way closer through the underbrush, the reek of fire and smoke gave way to the stench of battle; blood, offal, and the lingering electrical smell of too much magic.  

Nathaniel steeled his nerves and took a slow deep breath.  Anders and Justice were probably dead, and probably surrounded by Templar and Warden corpses.  They'd fight tooth and nail rather than surrender, and, realistically, Rolan would never have given them the option.  It was going to be awful to see, but someone had to.  And he owed Anders that much.

He pushed through the last few trees and bushes and stopped, aghast: he'd been prepared for a battlefield, but a massacre.  Charred body parts were strewn about like macabre Satinalia decorations: littering the ground, hanging from branches, and, in at least two instances, bones had gone through tree trunks.  Blood and shit were splattered on everything, and what little grass remained had been scorched and trampled. 

The only figure not obviously missing a limb was Anders himself. He was on his hands and knees, and retching.  There was an enormous wound in his back closing up before Nate's eyes as he neared.  When his boot crunched something (please let it be a twig and not a body part), Anders' head jerked up, revealing a mouth full of blood.

“What have you done?” Nate winced as soon as the words left his mouth.  That wasn't the question he meant to ask, but those bloodstained teeth and haunted eyes had been too much of a shock.

Anders wiped his mouth with a filthy soot-covered sleeve and stood up unsteadily.  “They started it.”

Nate spun in a slow circle, trying to examine the carnage clinically.  "And you finished it.  Where's Justice?"

He laughed harshly, an ugly rasping cackle that sent shivers down Nate's spine.  "Why do you think they attacked me?"

It took several seconds for the implications of Anders' words to make sense.  "He's . . . you're . . . he's inside you?"

"We are one."  Cracks of blue light spread across Anders' skin as Justice’s voice boomed out from his mouth.

Nate felt sick.  This wasn't right.  None of it was.  From Templars joining the order, to then trying to kill Anders, to Anders and Justice's spirited self-defense, pun horribly intended, to this?  His lover (though perhaps former lover was more accurate) willingly becoming possessed?

"You have to go."  It was the wrong thing to say, but it was the only thing he could say.  "Kader isn't going to - if Aedan was here, this would never have happened."

Justice frowned.  "He is a man of honor, and we simply defended ourselves."

"No," Nate said, shaking his head and stepping close enough that the energy crackling off of the abomination made the hair on his arms stand up.  "You literally tore them apart, and their blood is on your lips.  This is unnatural and inhuman, and he'll execute you for it."  He cupped his cheek with one hand, and the contact made his skin tingle.  "There's no safety in the Grey Wardens for you, not anymore, maybe there never was."  He glanced around the clearing again.  "I'll cover this up, say I couldn't find you, suggest Rolan probably killed you then deserted, but you have to go.  Now."

The blue light faded away as Anders' knees buckled and he sagged against Nate’s chest.  "They started it," he said again, plaintive and angry.  He spat blood on the ground then stepped out of Nate’s arms.  "I'd ask for a kiss goodbye, but . . ." he trailed off.  "For whatever it's worth, I didn't want to be right.  Tell them I'm sorry."

He felt hollow inside.  "I can't, you're dead."

"I suppose I am."  Anders pulled his tattered robes tighter as he turned to walk out of the clearing.

"Where are you - Anders, what are you going to do?"

Anders paused but didn't look back.  "You can't have it both ways, Nate.  Go home, let me die in peace."

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[isabellehemlock]

5 things I never tire of writing

I was tagged by the kind @boutiquetraveltravelboutique to share some themes I've noticed over the last two years, across one million words lol, thank you!

1. Porn with feelings

I'm a sex positive ace who didn't even know the term "asexual" until my mid 20s, and so I take that writing advice of "write what you would have loved to have read as a teen" to heart when it comes to a lot of my PWF. I'd elaborate further privately lol, but it feels far too exposing (and I consider myself a fairly open book in some ways lol) to explain on a public blog 😅 But yeah, it's a big theme I've written a lot of!

2. Trauma

Well without going into details, I'm very invested in stories that involve healing and communication and advocating etc etc etc. It once again goes to that writing advice from above, but also just healing for me personally to navigate fictional stories in safe spaces that discuss particular kinds of abuse but also grief and loss taking steps along that healing journey ~ some of the most meaningful comments I've received are ones from readers who felt seen, or heard, and a few even shared how some have helped their own grieving process. I felt very humbled reading those 🥲

3. Dialogue

I'm a words of affirmations gal ~ and I will genuinely write out all the dialogue before I start the chapter lol. It's like, for me, the dialogue is the most important and that's where I pour most of the initial energy into to capture the vibes - and then I write the words/scenes around it. I do have a few where the dialogue might not be a lot of lines in comparison to the rest of the structured fic, but even then, I strive for the importance of the line to be built up on by the descriptions before it - not the other way around. Words, lovely words, I'll never have enough of people communicating 💕

4. Religion

My faith is important to me, my number one - and yet, having experienced spiritual abuse myself, and not being heteronormartive, I would never pretend there aren't valid critiques to organized religion. So I understand why some people might be confused why I would invest so much into it, but my relationship with my God is a personal one that I like to explore through characters in the content I create. To write or draw fellow interfaith queer characters (while acknowledging my takes are self indulgent fanon and no other takes - including a character hating all things religious - are any less valid!) but for me personally? It's that representation that speaks to me on a personal level and I enjoy getting to make self indulgent pieces for a niche group of readers/friends (y'all know who you are). One of the most meaningful gifts I've ever received was a commissioned piece of art that is my tumblr header (Joe x Nicky praying together) when im not using seasonal ones, I cried and cried when I was given it. It really means that much to me 💗

5. Crack

Now for whiplash time. Considering I mostly write about heavy subject matters, I don't think it's all that surprising I would want to lean on a sort of play therapy lol. Ridiculous stories that only a handful of people would ever enjoy and that's alright, I enjoy it enough for everyone lol! But yeah, from quackverse to catbois to sarcastic precanon takes, I love to laugh and I'll happily share with whoever might like to join in 😅

Tagging:

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[troutfur]

If you're still doing geomancy fortunes, I bring Whitekit, a small black tom-kit. Despite his slightly diminutive size for a kit of his age (and parentage) he's rather evenly proportioned. (@stonefall-wc)

You're in luck! Very last SandClan submission. I got no more sitting in my inbox as of now. This is the last geomantic birth chart I'm drawing up for the foreseable future, although I'm open to the idea of doing more eventually.

Now, the chart Featherstorm would've drawn up would look a little bit like this:

[Image ID: Under the header “What will Whitekit’s life be like? (02/19/2023)” 16 rows of tally marks crossed out two by two until there is only 1 or 2 left uncrossed. To the left, a shield chart at the top with the following geomantic figures: Populus as the first mother, Cauda Draconis as the second mother, Coniunctio as the third mother, Amissio as the fourth mother, Acquisitio as the first daughter, Coniunctio as the second daughter, Caput Draconis as the third daughter, Populus as the fourth daughter, Cauda Draconis as the first niece, Fortuna Minor as the second niece, Fortuna Maior as the third niece, Caput Draconis as the fourth niece, Albus as the right witness, Rubeus as the left witness, Coniunctio as the judge, and Coniunctio as the sentence. Below the shield chart, an astrological house chart with the first twelve geomantic figures above mentioned assigned to houses 1 to 12 in the order mentioned above. /end ID]

NOW! I was getting a really strong sense of dejavu looking at this chart and I worried that perhaps I had somehow drawn up one of the 65,536 mathematically valid charts twice. But looking at the figures more closely and flipping through my notebook I noticed while not the exact same, this is a very similar chart to the one I drew up for Ocotillostripe. Only four figures here are different: the third and fourth mothers and the third and fourth daughters.

In an effort to give y'all an interesting interpretation I'm deliberately not consulting what I wrote for Ocotillostripe, BUT. It is a very similar chart and naturally there will be overlap.

So, without further ado!

The sentence and judge figures are both Coniunctio, connections and communication. So, we've got a cat who is very straightforward. Communicative and social are his main character traits. When we look at the right witness, Albus, wisdom and experience, and the right witness, Rubeus, anger and uncontrolled aggression, we get the sense the way it became like this is due to how he is able to be a cool head in the face of heightened emotions.So, a mediating influence in SandClan. Our cats tend to fall into either this archetype or the hyperaggressive type to be honest and a polarization of influences like that sounds like... an interesting writing challenge of a community to write.

Now going down the houses of the house chart we have:

Populus, stillness, in the first house! A cat that is not inclined to do much. A background character, crowd filler kind of dude. Not the worst role to play, a Clan does need some members that are there to fill the ranks and he might just yet have interesting quirks or a backstory the fans could flesh out so let's keep going...

Cauda Draconis, endings and foregone conclusions, in the second house! Damn this one's hard. You all know that I am notorious for having a proble interpreting this house specifically, as the cats have no material posessions, but I've sometimes used it to indicate something about food or hunting prowess. Unfortunately I have no clue here how that connects. Perhaps... he's just kind of average? IDK.

Coiunctio again in the third house, representing close platonic and particularly familial bonds! I like the idea that he'd be close-knit with his littermates. Sibling relationships are just in general appealing to me so yeah I'm taking the opportunity here. And particularly because...

Amissio, loss, in the fourth house! Orphans are a classic and also a common feature around SandClan. Wonder if it would be warranted to bunch up a lot of them and have them lose them in bulk to a particularly bloody war. Aggressive factions and harsh seasons are already a reocurring theme in the charts. Hmmmm.

Acquisitio, gain, in the fifth house! This contrasts pretty directly with the previous house, presaging bountiful legacy. I'm thinking we have enough prolific parents, we'll let him be a mentor figure.

Coniunctio int he sixth house! I do remember what I did for Ocotillostripe when this one showed up! I gave him a congenital cataract to have him bond with an elder over going over a similar experience to a condition due to aging at a young age. I like that idea so let's give White something similar! I'm thinking hip dysplasia so he can relate to an elder with arthritis. You described him as small despite his parentage so I'm thinking that while as a kit he may not feel the health complications of it but as he comes into his adult size and bulks up his size is going to make the condition worsen.

Caput Draconis, new beginnings and endless potential, in the seventh house! Dude must be quite handsome and lucky in love, he can get whoever he wants. I'm not thinking he'd be the kind to want a family though, I already did commit to him being plentiful in legacy through mentoring so let's go with that.

Populus in the eight house! Nothing terribly interesting on the matter of death and dying. Good, if this is going to be a mostly background dude he better not have anything too dramatic in that department.

Cauda Draconis in the ninth house! Foregone conclusions in the place of journeys. With what we've discussed I can only feel like this is just telling us he's doomed to remain background.

Fortuna Minor, dependent or short lived success, in the tenth house! I also remember what I did for Ocotillostripe in this one and once again I like the idea of it for here. In the house of authority this suggests the idea of someone whose main accomplishment is just the status that comes with age. So, yep!

Fortuna Maior, independent or long lasting success, in the eleventh house! For a cat that is good at forging connections and facing hot heads with a cool one this makes sense he'd succeed in making friends and such. Very much one way to interpret it I feel.

And finally Caput Draconis in the twelfth house! Endless potential in the house of antagonism and enemies. I feel like this could indicate that were he to seriously pursue using his connections to elevate his standing he would face enormous opposition. Good for him he doesn't really I suppose!

And for our final round of putting it all together!

Whitekit's immediate future involves a tragedy, loss of parents, possibly to an incident that involves most of SandClan. However, he won't be too turn up about it, having basically never known them. It will however, result in him growing close to his littermates. Though he won't be interested in having a family his legacy will nevertheless be plentiful through being a mentor. He will grow into a size more like the parents he never knew, but unfortunately, this will bring with it the complication of hip dysplasia, giving him a taste of aging very young and prompting him to bond with the elders. Nevertheless, he will still be pretty active in the social life, and particularly dating, of the Clan even if his condition will have him withdraw from taking part in many duties. As he ages for real he will begin to reap the benefits coming from age and be regarded as a great friend by many. Were he more ambitious he would've made many an enemy, but he always preferred to keep a low profile.

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[bcbdrums]

The List

A/N: A tiny fluff written for my friend, who has had a series of bad migraines. It's not great, as I'm going through writer's block, but enjoy perhaps.

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Shego sighed as she walked into the lab. It was her third time in that day, after having re-read any magazine worth reading, tanning, doing her nails, and eating enough snacks to spoil her dinner. She was bored, and Drakken...was apparently making no progress.

"Whatcha workin' on Dr. D.?" she said without enthusiasm in the direction of the blue lab coat clad man hunched over the computer desk.

Drakken appeared to shrink in size as he moved unnecessarily to hide the paper he was writing on.

"Nothing!" he snapped. "I mean, ah...my plan shall reveal itself in due time, Shego."

Shego rolled her eyes, tired of his prevarications, and moved to try to see the single letter-sized piece of paper that had apparently been his preoccupation since before she woke up. She caught the briefest glimpse before he had secreted it beneath his sleeve and gave her a dark, threatening look.

"There's like...what, five words written on there? Is that all you've done?" she asked incredulously.

"This is very important! It can't be rushed."

Shego leaned against the desk and crossed her arms.

"What hare-brained scheme is it this time? Lasers mounted on condors?"

"No!"

"Mind-controlled rats?" she asked with a smirk, shifting toward him to see the paper.

"No! Go back to your...whatever you were doing," Drakken insisted, leaning away.

"Come on, what's the big secret?" Shego said, making a grab for the paper as he had become her new entertainment.

A very brief scuffle ensued, ending with her leg parallel to the ground and her boot in his chest as he snarled and reached forward futilely to snatch back the slip of paper she had stolen. His snarls turned to incoherent grumbles as she chuckled and held him at bay, but as she finally focused on the paper her humor slowly dissolved. Drakken's protests died as well, and she was aware he had stopped struggling. She slowly set her foot back down and read over the five words that headed the page.

'Reasons I love Shego,' it read, with a single bullet-point beneath and nothing further.

She blinked at the paper, and then looked up into Drakken's pleading eyes.

"That's not very flattering," she said in monotone as she extended her arm and Drakken snatched the paper back and whirled away.

He said nothing as he sat down again, his hand shaking with what emotion she wasn't sure as he took up his pen.

"All day and...nothing?"

She didn't know how she felt about him making the list at all, let alone the fact that he'd found nothing to write on it. But apparently he had finally thought of something, as the man's only response was to write a single word down on the paper, the heavy press of his pen the only sound in the room.

"I wanted to be specific..." he began quietly, as he pushed the paper across the desk in her direction. She picked it up as he continued. "But there's just too much."

'Everything,' the paper now read below the header.

Shego searched for an anchor amid the strange swirl of feelings within her chest, finally focusing on the sensation of breath leaving and entering her now-parted lips. She swallowed slowly as her heart thudded against her ribs.

"Dork," she said with a smirk, hoping that the tremble of her voice or the blush on her cheeks wouldn't be noticed as she shoved the paper into his face.

Drakken grabbed the paper and she caught a glimpse of his frustrated features before she turned away, a smile blooming on her face.

"Oh yeah? Well! You try to...! Just...! It's not like...!"

His attempted explanations turned into incoherent sputterings. After a moment and with her heart pounding, Shego spun around and silenced him with a kiss. Drakken's muffled voice of protest died in seconds, until they parted and he gasped for breath while looking wonderingly into her eyes.

"Don't sweat it anymore, Dr. D.," she said, her voice hushed as she took the paper from his clenched fingers and let it flutter to the floor. "I think you nailed it."

She watched relief flood his features, and then set her arms up on his shoulders and kissed him again.

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[google-searchhistory-official]

why are you a furry /nj

Ahem. tldr; Pokemon made me a furry

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Blue Rescue Team introduced me to the idea of pretending to be a different species after I did the personality quiz plus it gave me a fondness for absol. I consumed more pokemon media including online webcomics. Most notable of which was stupid short eevee comics which had a tumblr askblog linked. And I wanted more content from the comic so of course I made a tumblr. I drew myself as an umbreon which ended up becoming his own character of my main blog @storm-eye-the-umbreon

I wanted to do my own pokemon story so I changed my main into one but almost immediately lost motivation to draw for it. But because of that decision I felt uncomfortable reblogging unrelated items to that blog and made a sideblog @interabsol and drew my current pokesona of Inter. A permanent megasol with little variation at first. That blog handled much of the mass reblogging I currently do on this one and introduced me to a few new blogs.

The itch to roleplay began so I did under my pokeblogs. Then... It began. Just a simple editing battle between a person pretending to be Reece's and one pretending to be Kitkat. Thus the Candy Wars started and mass roleplay with lots of cool people began. I could not choose a candy so instead I made a pepsi drink rp blog. Others did similar things with other brands and spawned the brandom.

I had been aware of furries prior to this but they started to take up more of my dash than pokeblogs and I figured I would eventually make a proper fursona. I had no direction to go in so I continued roleplaying and building lore for my characters, adding furry elements in here and there despite the brandom's incessant need to follow Supernatural type worldbuilding. I originally was leaning towards fox until the brandom's decline. Less and less roleplay was happening but RoosterTeeth had just release season 1 of camp camp and I noticed a few roleplay blogs popped up for it.

A lot of those campcamp blogs were titled character(s)-search-history. And thus this blog was born. Using a brand name with the official title in url plus searchhistory. The reason my description says "not actually official" is because Reeses or Kitkat got sniped by the actual company for false impersonation and every brandom/candy war blog put something similar to continue roleplaying without legal threat. Anyways I roleplayed as the actual google search engine for a bit but as it was with my pepsi blog, I filled this blog with reblogs at first related, then not at all. Some reblogs were from the mods of brandom adjacent blogs who followed me here.

This blog becomes a reblog blog interspersed with personal posts and random musings. One such musing after I had a good chunk of followers was, 'can someone make me a fursona' and one of my followers did. Google cat who you see in my icon and header was designed by @/doeskies here on tumblr and I have loved him since. But... He always felt as a mascot to this blog and not a proper fursona.

So I mused again and asked, 'what species should my new fursona be' and someone said lucario. @/Strinisaur on the same post replied bunny. I futzed around with creating a hybrid of the two and made Rya

But whatever my initial idea for her was, I'm glad it became what she is now. Her design was further solidified by the drawing Strini made of her that is currently my pinned post and this one below drawn by @/exculis

The drawing i made of her was with my own cutesy style that i could draw fast in. But I wanted more to her and so I drew this next and the fanart in response helped ground everything I wanted her to look like.

Of course in that first image you can tell what I was playing and listening to when I created her. Power metal and DOOM ETERNAL. So of course I wanted my jackalope sona to be a jackedalope, which the above image tried to convey. And it did!

Exculis drew a wonderful pinup of her that I won't show here but it helped me know how I wanted her to look. And so I drew a suggestive picture trying to get close to the bodytype I had seen, also not showing here. But the back and forth on art solidified Rya as my fursona outside of this blog and my pokeblogs.

I mean, just look at her!

drawn by @/exculis

That red outline one was actually inspired by my own drawing of Rya in Jessica Rabbit's outfit

So, yeah. Pokemon got the ball rolling for me to become a furry and all my sonas were sort of a collaborative experience except inter. Inter came about because I became aware of my anxiety and absol seemed the best 'mon to represent myself.

[starterskybird]

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[ebonytails]

how to get Noelle’s attention # 21

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[atl4ntxc]

—character(s), Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmo, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Xiloscient (oc).

—genre, angst to fluff.

—cw/tw, harsh language.

—notes, i'm so sorry for the long wait! i hate this chapter. leave me alone omg

please do not plagiarize, copy, translate or repost on any platform/website without my consent. the headers used are mine and should not be used by anyone.

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Another exchange student?

You felt conflicted at the fact that another person will be moving in. The only thing that was on your mind was the fact that they will judge you once they see the mobility aid beside you.

Diavolo and Barbatos came in, (Diavolo) smiling brightly at the brothers and you. But as his eyes landed on your form, his smile drops a little yet he remained his composure. "Hello everyone! So, we have another transfer student from the elf realm."

The elf realm?

You've never heard of such a realm before, much seen an elf.

"An elf? Wait, aren't elves rich?!"

"Where'd you hear that, Mammon?" Asked Leviathan, putting down his switch as he looked at the avatar of greed. "I knew that for a fact, Levi!" Leviathan growls and picked up his switch and continued playing.

"Those aren't 'facts', Mammon. Elves don't get paid, so that isn't possible." Satan exclaims, staring at the book in front of him, eventually reopening it. "Huh?! And how do ya' know that?!"

"Can you both stop it? Ask an actual elf about questions like those." Lucifer interrupted, glaring daggers at his brothers. Ella giggled at the two and had a grin on her face as she leaned her face against her palm.

You only stared at them and frowned, moving your gaze to Diavolo and paying attention to him instead. "Anyway! Xiloscient, you can come out now." He called the supposed 'elf', and came out a 6'8 blonde male with hazel eyes and freckles decorating his face.

Holy shit, he's tall!

Woah, look at him!

How can someone be that tall?

His presence makes my heart flutter, and I didn't even know I had a heart...

These voices started to somehow simp over this man, which made you rose an eyebrow. Ella widens her eyes and screamed internally, he was an attractive guy for sure.

"Uh, hello. My name is... Xiloscient? Call me Xilo for short, I guess. I am a voronwë in my elf rank." He spoke, his hazel orbs inspected the group of demons, but a certain someone caught his attention. Is that a mobility aid?

Why is he staring at you though? Then you remembered, your mobility aid has always been there, so it probably took his attention. Oh.

Your face remained unfazed when you noticed that he was staring at you. The feature that stood out the most was his ears. They were pointy, prominent, long and sharp. Afterr introducing himself, all of you had dinner.

Xiloscient is a young man. He is a member of the Ladeth elf clan, which roughly translates to 'Night Eternal'. He wasn't next in line of the throne, he doesn't have a high or low title. Just an average yet loyal dark elf.

Dark elves are often portrayed as cruel and evil, but that wasn't entirely true. Most of the species are kind, but some of them aren't. Just like humans.

He seemed awfully familliar.

"Hello there."

"A-Ah! Hello." You squeaked out. He suddenly spoke and it seemed to scare you, which made him apologize. "I sincerely apologize." He took a seat next to you on the bench.

"I cannot help but notice how... you're always staring at the other female resident. what was her name? Ella, was it?" You stared at him as your lips formed into a straight line.

"Her name is Ella. Look, if you're here to chit-chat about her, I should take my leave." Grabbing onto your mobility aid, you shakily stood up and started to move until he grabs your wrist, preventing you from moving any further. "Wait."

Xiloscient quickly stood up and looked at you. "I do not wish to talk about her. But, I would be delighted to converse with you, not about Ella, but about you." You widened your eyes and stayed silent. Talk about me?

What are you waiting for? Go on!

He seems like such a nice guy!

His words are extremely wise, I'm jealous.

Oh my, he is fancy.

You shook your head and closed your eyes tightly, making the voices disappear. "I'll take that as a no then." He lets go of your wrist but you quickly hold onto his hand, eyebrows furrowed. "No! It's okay. We can talk."

He made a face of surprise but helped you sit back on the chair. There was a moment of silence until you broke it. "So, what was it that you would like to talk about?"

He closed his eyes for a mere second and then looked at you, "Have we... met before?" He closed his lips as he cuts his own voice. You rose and eyebrow and moved to look at him, "I... don't think so? Why?"

You sweatdropped as you see him chuckling and rubbing his own nape, "I must've mistaken you as someone I knew then. I'm sorry, you just looked extremely familiar to the point where I thought we had been past friends."

Past friends?

Who is this guy?

I don't know him,

right?

"You seem like your thinking about something. May I know what it is about?" He spoke, his thin yet long ponytail fluttering in the wind, watching the sakura petals fall from the tree.

You looked forward and felt the corners of your mouth slightly lift up, "Nothing important. Mc." He looked at you and raised a brow. "Mc, that's my name."

You paused and took a breath.

"I hope we can be understand each other more in the future. You seem like a nice and easy person to talk to. It's been a long time since I actually got to speak this much, it's refreshing. Thank you." He smiled and closed his eyes, "Anytime."

I like him.

You guys should interact more!

Ah, he's such a sweetheart!

It's been quite long since we've heard such a soothing voice.

You chuckled as you watch his figure grow more less visible in the wind with a smile on your face, "yeah."

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

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