#i wanted to do this in a “web-weavings” style this time

[the-nihongo-adventure]

🇯🇵🎶「そばにいる」

to be with/beside (someone)

Lemon - Kenshi Yonezu / Butterfly - BTS / Ordinary Days - milet / shinon - Omoinotake / Himawari no yakusoku - Motohiro Hata / Pale Blue - Kenshi Yonezu / Niji - Masaki Suda

#japanese #langblr #web weavings #日本語 #songs #uta de nihongo #japanese through songs #had the idea for this post all of a sudden #tho i had wanted to do a series with japanese songs from some time now #but this is really different from what I had planned #i wanted to do this in a “web-weavings” style this time #which is why the lack of explanation #but I do plan to do proper posts with vocab and grammar notes from songs too #this is kinda a comeback post since I wasn't well and haven't been posting for a while #and so i had fun making it😅 #web weaving #the nihongo adventure

[ilovefredjones]

but a tiny voice whispers in my mind: / ‘you are lost, hope is gone / but you must go on / and do the next right thing’

tim federle, high school musical: the musical: the series / frozen ii soundtrack, the next right thing

[image description: five stills from high school musical: the musical: the series, with lyrics from the frozen ii soundtrack edited over the top.

1. maddox looks at jet, whose back is to the camera, in disbelief. the text says ‘i follow you around’

2. maddox and jet as kids lie on their stomachs as they draw. maddox is looking at jet, smiling. the light is warm and yellow. the text says ‘i always have’

3. val stands in the doorway, with maddox sitting on an armchair to her left. maddox’s legs are resting over the chair’s arm and her arms are folded across her chest. she is staring at the distance, looking sombre. the text says ‘but you’ve gone to a place i cannot find’

4. maddox stands alone, in the dark, glancing to the right. her hair is in her face, and she looks panicked. the text says ‘this grief has a gravity’

5. maddox stands in the doorway, looking with curiosity at jet who is paying the piano, just out of focus. the text says ‘it pulls me down’.]

#hsmtmts #maddox hsmtmts #jet hsmtmts #anyway we should be talking about them more!!!!!! elsa and anna parallels HELLO?????? #i had so much fun making this & this is my first time doing this style of web weaving #i want to do the other style too just need to gather some good quotes #i love these two bc they simultaneously Hate each other but also Care for each other #and just. the way maddox is always so defensive mmmm i love it #i hate you love triangles i love you sibling dynamics #& ofc maddox is anna coded but her difference with anna is that anna’s main motivation is Get Elsa Back #whereas maddox‘s seems to be Get Jet Away #idk i just thought that was inch resting like both siblings are both anna and elsa?

[pigeonpeach]

Be my muse

Chiori x fem oni reader

Summary: Chiori is trying to court her big oni friend but they’re too insecure to realize it.

A/n: I’ll be doing more fem oni x character series simply because its fun. But if there’s a certain character you’d like then let me know

“Hmm… maybe this blue would match your horns better.” Chiori, the renowned stylist in Inazuma had you stood on a pedestal standing straight as she threw at you a variety of kimonos and yukatas to wear. As a blue oni you weren’t accustomed to human society to well. Fashion isn’t really a big deal to Oni kind.. like at all… in fact most oni’s only wear thick and concealing garments in the winter. Most walk around with their chests exposed. As a blue oni you were also used to the scrutiny that you faced. Being considered a monster, a demon. All sorts of names.

Yet when you ran into Chiori one day while you were collecting lavender melons she seemed not to even consider you any different to herself. Even if you did tower over her, she showed zero fear. You couldn’t help but admire her as she would visit your hut in the wilderness on Narukami Island frequently. She was curious about your culture and your family but also your style. Turns out she HATED your pratical and unfashionable wardrobe and sought to make something better. According to her it is a crime that you decorate yourself with such hideous clothes. You foolishly challenged her to make something better than.

That’s thing about Chiori, she loves a challenge. Chiori loves to go outside the normal kimono patterns and flowing fabrics. She loves to experiment and draw inspiration from all over teyvat. So when you challenged her to make a outfit suited both for the life of a mercenary and a oni that still fits her stands of beautiful she saw a golden opportunity. You didn’t even have to pay a cent, but you did become her mannequin for the next few months.

“Look, Chiori I didn’t think you would take that joke so seriously.” You said as she placed yet another mock up on you. “I’m worried… shouldn’t you be making prettier dresses for your store?”

“You know its not like I’m wasting time. I’m still balancing my normal workload. Infact this is good because the more variety I can have the more attention I’ll bring.” She responds, not even looking up as she sews a piece to the slev

“I don’t think people look at mercenaries and wonder where they got their clothes.”

“They would if more mercenaries didn’t dress so hideously.” She remarks.

“Well..-“

“Don’t give me that practicality argument I’ve hear it all before. I’ve offered you a job as my assistant to which is significantly less dangerous.”

“My job isn’t that dangerous. I can handle the treasure hoarders and hilichurls with ease.”

“I don’t want you too though.” She says, you sense something different with her tone as she stitches a hole she spotted shut. Her hands moving the string as a spider weaves its web. It appears you’re too entangled in her strings to leave so easily now.

“I-I appreciate that.” You say. “But being your assistant would be difficult. I can’t travel with you..” you frown as you remember how she mentioned how she wanted to leave inazuma. You cannot however, being a Oni you were far removed from society especially In it’s paperwork. You have no travel papers or birth certificate because you born in a clan of Onis who saw no reason for such documents, your birth wasn’t officially registered with the Inazuma government as many others were. Which means you can’t legally travel outside of Inazuma. That’s what the lady in Ritou said at least.

“I’d stay if you wanted me too.” She said, her hands stopped their work as she looked up at you with a look that made you melt. “You’re beautiful you know, beyond your pretty face and soft hair… you’re far from what they say about you. You’re not a brute, you’re not even cruel, you have the biggest heart I’ve seen.” You can’t help but blush. She’s rarely as sweet as she is now.

“I don’t want to hold you back. You deserve to see the world, and I don’t want you to be stuck here.”

“If you could… would you go with me?” She asks. You pause. Leaving Inazuma would be a privilege. You only heard tales of the other nations and what it was like. You only saw a few trinkets from the other nations. What would it be like to feel the wind in Mondstadt, or to go swimming in Fontaine, supposedly you could breathe underwater. You’ve heard endless praise of the dishes in Liyue from the merchants you helped to escort. You even got to try one and you found they weren’t exaggerating. Perhaps you just never allowed yourself to dream of actually going there because you doubted that would ever be real.

“I would love to.” You say. “To explore the world with you would be a pleasure.”

Silence falls between you as you tense up. Did that freak her out? You weren’t sure if she was into you or not. Oni customs are quite different. You had read about human customs sure but you still couldn’t tell. She pulls away gesturing for you to spin around. You do.

“That Lady in Ritou.. she’s the one who told you that you couldn’t leave right?” She asked. You felt concerned, It wasn’t unlike Chiori to be a bit vindictive if she felt upset at someone.

“Yes, what did you do to her?”

“Well I had a word with her, and I found out she was full of it. You can easily file for a birth certificate as long as your parents come with you to testify its correct. It just costs a bit of mora.” She says going back to sewing.

“Yes I’m aware of that too. Its why I started my Mercenary career.”

“I could pay for it… save your money for the ticket out of here. Those government officals love to overcharge. Someone like you seems easy to fool. You’re too kind to them.”

“To be fair I have to be. If I’m even slightly mean or angry they act like I’m going on a rampage. My behaviors don’t just affect how they perceive me, but my entire species. I have to be calm otherwise they won’t even give me a chance.” You lament.

“I’ll be mean then, you know I have a bite to me. They can’t say anything if its me pushing on your behalf.” She says with a mischievous smile.

“But it could ruin your reputation.” You say

“With who? I could care less what they think of me. Those kind of people aren’t worth a cent of my time anyways.” She say’s confidently. “People don’t ask. Fashion designer to be their friend they ask a fashion designer to make them look good infront of their friends.” You smile as she again shuts down your worries about her. You’re not used to this. You’re used to fighting and arguing just to prove you have heart. You’re used to beans being tossed and always having to give a second chance when they realize they were wrong. You try to be understanding, you try to be otherwise you’ll be seen as unreasonable. But Chiori isn’t like that. She once kicked out a customer because they screamed at you throwing beans when you were just bringing her textiles in. She yelled at how disrespectful they were to her staff and that they wouldn’t ever be welcomed in her shop.

“Hey. Stop overthinking.” She smacked your face guiding you to look down. In your thoughts she moved to your front to start tying your custom obi.

“I’m not overthinking this time actually… i was just thinking about something.”

“If anyone in the outside world is threatened by you I’ll correct their assumptions. You really need to let me help you here.”

“Actually… i was just thinking about you…” you say, her eyes widen slightly, a rare sight as her confident frown is replaced with confusion. “You… thank you Chiori… I-I’m just..not used to someone like yourself…” you smile as she shakes her head briefly before regaining her composure.

“Its really not that big of a deal. Now, tell me.. did I surpass your expectations?” She says moving out of the way so you can see your new outfit in the mirror. You smile, not because its the most beautiful you’ve ever felt for a woman your size, but because she looks at you like you are one. Your confidence is boosted by the clear pride she exhibits in it.

“Even better than I could’ve imagined.” You say. She raises her head in pride.

“Well good, I can get started on the others now.”

“Wait what?”

“Well, you don’t expect to travel teyvat with only one fancy garment do you?”

#genshin imagines #genshin x y/n #chiori #chiori x reader #oni reader #wlw #wlw post

[gothgleek]

Spiderman!Spencer x Seamstress!Fem!Reader

Spencer finds out he’s got super powers and he’s got the brain, powers, and abilities to become a superhero. Now all he needs is a costume. That’s where you come in.

Outline for a Spiderman!Spencer fic I’m writing based this post by @reidcoffeemoon. Let me know if anyone would actually be interested in reading a full version of it. Also please like and reblog, it’s my birthday today💕💕💕

•The two of you met at a Halloween party thrown by Penelope. You are a seamstress and whenever someone complimented your costume, you would proudly ramble about of the type of fabric you used.

•Spencer was the only one who actually listened and responded with his own facts about the fabric’s history.

•You gasped and smiled, raising your left hand to your chest. “You are my new favorite person.” You declared.

•While talking, you both found out you’re from Vegas. You worked as a seamstress for a burlesque show off the strip and did cosplay part time while he was off at learning Caltech. The two of you bond over a restaurant that shut down five years ago.

•Now in DC, you worked as a seamstress for the local theater and managed a thrift store by the university he works at. Cosplay makes up most of your income but you dream of creating a lingerie line.

•The two of you agree to meet up for coffee but before that happens, Spencer gets bitten by a spider.

• Was he was bitten by a spider while investigating an unsub who killed his victims spider venoms or did he wander into the wrong room while touring a science facility?

•Derek convinces him to try out being a superhero. Derek is part of a secret superhero group (The Avengers) and would like his friend to join (once he knows Spencer can handle superhero work).

•Spencer calls you a few weeks later. “Hey, um, I wanted your opinion on something. What kind of materials do you recommend for a sort of… workout costume?”

•Thankfully, you’ve been asked weirder questions throughout your career so it didn’t even phase you.

•You respond in a rambling style that would’ve confused other people, but not Spencer.

•”They’ve actually done some test work on using spider webs for body armor but the tests didn’t yield the best results but I think…”

•He listened to you talk while he designed a web slinging contraption for his wrists, occasionally throwing in a comment or two.

•He visits your thrift store a few days later to discuss his little project a little more.

•When it becomes apparent his skills aren’t as advanced as yours, you offer your services and schedule him to come to your place over the weekend.

•It’s purely friendly… but you can’t help but if some less than platonic thoughts come up while looking at certain measurements.

•Those less than platonic feelings did make you blind to some of his questions.

But if anyone asked you would say you’ve had weirder requests.

•“Would it be possible to make it bullet proof? And um… do you know how to make the fingers more um… thin but not thin?”

•The two of you kept meeting up to discuss his costume and sometimes even other things.

You never met anyone who made Russian lit or etymology sound so exciting before.

•But all things come to an end and once his costume is done you don’t see him for another few weeks. It sucks but life goes on.

You ignore the hurt in your stomach when he doesn’t respond to your text about asking about the foreign film fest at the local theater.

•Then, one night after work, you find yourself being on the wrong end of a gun by a mugger.

•Before you can handover your wallet however, a dark figure jumps down and when you open your eyes, the mugger is stuck to the wall with a sort of strange white substance.

•The figure pulls you to the top of the roof and you can finally get a good look at him.

•Spandex that shined in the same weaving pattern as the combination of rayon and viscose? Hands that were 7.49 inches long and 3.60 inches wide? The mask you spent the last two weeks creating?

•You squinted at him.

•“Spencer?!?”

•One long conversation in Spencer’s apartment later, and you’re telling him to come back so you can modify his suit to actually be made for crime fighting.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x oc #Spencer Reid imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fic #spider man #spiderman!spencer #mine #fanfic

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

That handsome boy from the sky Pt 2 (Spider caugth with Neteyam AU)

Continuation of the prompt where Spider and Neteyam are both captives of the RDA, but escape to Awa’atlu and surprisingly, the blonde is found to be quite attractive by Metkayina standards. He keeps having an unspoken rizz thanks to his unique body-type as well as personality, and Sullies have to deal with more suitors 🙄

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“Boy, I see you are eager to serve the clan, and I see potential, but before we can even think of starting the trials I need to see what you’re capable of.” Tonowari spoke, looking down at the determined blonde. “Think of this as a test. You’ll get three assignments and I’ll decide if you have a chance in the iknimaya according to your results.”

Spider nodded. “I’m ready, olo’eyktan!”

“Then let’s start with strength.” The chief took his spear and gave it to Socorro, who, unsurprisingly, held it with ease, and a crowd began gathering at the beach, consisting mostly of gushing teenagers. Spider blushed at being the center of attention but that only made him look cuter to them, as they now knew what it meant when a human’s face grew red.

“You see that lone tree in the distance? I want this spear as close as possible to it. You know how to throw it? The stance?”

“Yes” The kid nodded again, holding the weapon like he saw hunters in the reefs do a million times, his back muscles flexing. He heard some of the young Na’vi gasp and it only added to his embarrassment.

“I thought he was a forest boy! Why is he so stacked??” Some guy half-whispered.

“I told you dude! He’s just like us!” His friend responded.

“I heard he had to pull twice the weight as the rest of his clan to keep up! He’s so hardworking~”

“And so humble~”

“Hey!” The teens quietened when Tonowari turned to them. “Let him focus.” He reprimanded stoically, but Spider thought he could see him holding back an amused smirk.

Taking a deep breath and steadying himself, blondie finally threw the spear. It landed about half-way to the tree, which wasn’t the best result for a warrior, but above average for a Metkayina teenager. Olo’eyktan nodded in approval while the youngsters whistled towards Spider and threw compliments his way.

“That shortie’s something else!”

“Did you see his biceps??”

“I diiid! And did you see his eyes?? They shine like amber in the sun!”

“Ahem” Tonowari coughed, getting the boy’s attention. “The next test will be tomorrow, I’ll see how good you are at providing. Get yourself a crossbow, and meet me in the reef outskirts at sunrise.”

Nodding, Spider watched the chief leave and was about to turn to the Mektyaina who were calling him to hang out with them, when a hand grabbed his forearm and began dragging him away.

“You promised to help me weave nets!” Turns out it was Kiri, pouting as she separated her brother from the disappointed kids.

Socorro only smirked at her, freeing his arm and taking her hand. “Right, right, sorry” He chuckled, ruffling her hair.

As they approached the intricate web that was Awa’atlu, they heard a commotion among the usual chatter.

“Ow ow ow!” A girl whined, holding her ankle.

“It’s swollen, we need to get you to the Tsahik!” Another girl, apparently her friend, hooked her arm around her shoulders to help her stand, and Spider came to her side without thinking, taking the other arm. Kiri rolled her eyes; of course Spider’s first instinct would be to help, and she didn’t miss how that Metkayina teen’s ears shot up when she felt him pull her to her feet.

“Can you walk?” He asked.

“I…mayb-no, no I don’t think so…” She muttered, averting her gaze in shyness. At least she had the decency to feel bad about lying, thought Kiri, skeptical.

Spider seemed to believe her though, because he huffed, bracing. “Okay, hold on, I’ll take you there.” And then, in a swift motion, pulled her off the ground and into his arms, bridal style. Kiri stood shocked, scared for his spine until she recalled how Neteyam told her of the time a year ago when she was drowning, and it was Socorro who carried her out of the water. If his inhuman strength wasn’t a sign that Eywa saw him, and maybe even blessed him, then she didn’t know what was.

She and the other Metkayina (who barely fought back giggles at her friend) followed them to the infirmary, all while the injured girl sat frozen, staring at the ground as if Socorro would drop her if she stopped being a statue, her face flustered as she circled her arms around his shoulders. When they reached the marui, he put her down and took a couple steadying breaths, but overall looked fine after carrying the weight. As Ronal tended to her ankle, she softly thanked him, brushing a lock behind her ear.

“Um…by the way, Spider?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you um…free tomorrow—“

“No he’s not.” Quickly answered Kiri, dragging Spider away again, but she waved him goodbyes nonetheless.

***

“Oh Jake Sully of the—“

“No.”

“W-what? You don’t even know what I’m going to say!” The Metkayina teen frowned at being rejected so swiftly.

“I do and my answer’s no.” Jake repeated, skinning fish with a suspiciously sharp knife. “Spider is busy earning his keep. He can’t have partners this early.”

The kid’s ears dropped and he got up, leaving, when Spider and Kiri entered the marui. Spider met eyes with the teen and he batted his eyelashes at him. He smiled in response and it was more than enough for the Na’vi to whisper “score!” When he thought he was out of earshot, curls bouncing.

“Hey guys! Guess what!” Spider stood in the middle of their home, making his father and brother turn to him with concerned faces.

“…what?” Neteyam dared ask.

“I cleared the first of Tonowari’s tests! If I pass all three, they’ll allow me to participate iknimaya in the next season!”

The two men collectively sighed in relief.

“That’s great to hear bud” Jake smiled.

“And what did you expect me to say?” He asked, one eye-brow raised. He knew what Sullies were afraid of but found it frankly ridiculous. He’s the oldest, and was more than capable of handling a crowd of squealing teens. In the back of his head, a small part of him thought that Quaritch would be proud of him, but he dismissed it as soon as he thought it.

“Hey, don’t judge us bro!” Neteyam chuckled. “We want what’s best for you”

“Ugh this is sooo annoying!” Kiri whined, taking out the rope that would make the net. “Whatever he does, they’re all over him!”

“Maybe, but” Spider helped her lift the ropes. “I’m giving humans a good rep! It’ll help in case our friends at hell’s gate decide to relocate here to help with the war effort. Plus, since they now know that humans can be good, no one’s giving you trouble!”

“Not being outcasted is kinda weird, not gonna lie” Lo’ak said, helping Jake cut the meat. “But can’t say I’m complaining! And listen, you’re popular now! Have fun with it!”

“Absolutely not!” Jake budged in. “I’m not having my son turn into a player, or have his heart broken by some bastard.”

“What’s a "player"?”

“Irrelevant, I’m saying that he should be careful with who he trusts.”

“Jeez, I know!” Spider rolled his eyes, exasperated. “I’m not five, I’ll make the right choice!”

But who will it be? Only time can tell, and Sullies dreaded the day Spider would begin considering his options.

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You got any thoughts? Send me in my ask box!

#atwow #avatar way of water #avatar the way of water #atwow spider #spider atwow #avatar spider #spider avatar #spider socorro #avatar 2 #avatar #avatar headcanons #atwow fanfiction #avatar neteyam #neteyam sully #avatar kiri #Kiri sully #avatar jake #Jake sully

[mcytrecursive]

How DO I sign up for this?

We have had to squeeze the sign-up form until it screams to make this work, so buckle in. Here is an example of how to sign up on Ao3 for the recursive exchange, step by step.

I have an idea for a side story for Etho and Iskall in This Is About A Stuffed Bird, by bee_4. So, to start with— that's a hermitcraft fic.

So I select Hermitcraft on the Fandoms part of the sign-up. Note that as we add more fandoms to the list, potentially this will become a drop-down menu instead of checklists. You still select the fandom you want in the same way.

Next is Gift Style. We're using the "characters" tab for that one.

I'm good with my gift being an art, a fic, or a web weave, so I can select all three of these! If I only wanted a fic, or an art, I would only select one.

Next is the Relationship tab, which we're using for characters (told you that we were having to squeeze the signup form until it screamed).

This is a drop-down menu, and I select the characters I want— in this case, Iskall and Ethoslab. Note that possibly I will only match on one character, as we couldn't do relationship matching this time, so I try to keep that in mind when it comes to my requests!

Next is Additional Tags, which is where I select the fic that I'm actually asking for a gift about! In the future, as more fics are added, this will be a dropdown menu, but right now it's tickboxes.

Next is categories. This is our shipping on-off switch.

I've decided that I am good with shipping or not with this one, so I've selected BOTH Gen and M/M. But now that I'm on the page I'm like "I wouldn't mind it if they were lesbians either" so I have selected F/F as well.

Next is rating, which is the NSFW on-off switch. I'm good with smut or no smut, so I've selected both options.

If I wanted no smut whatsoever I could do just Gen (which could also lead to a Mature or Teen work, but excludes E-rated work), and if I definitely wanted there to be dicks out I could select only Explicit.

Then we get to the major archive warnings. This is where you opt-in to archive warnings— it doesn't mean I will necessarily get them, but I'm okay with them! The matching says you might get any one of the things you select here.

Given the source material, I'm opting into Violence and Death as options, and I'm also selecting no warnings apply to show that I'm also good with no major archive warnings!

Now on to the actual request!

There's a space where I could link a letter if I wanted to go into detail with my request, but I think I can fit it in the text box today! I had to put my DNW on the Ao3, and because I said I was open to smut I included a NSFW DNW.

Okay, on to request two.

As you can see, for request two I'm doing a DSMP fic this time, and I specifically want art or web weaves! I selected emerald duo, and the fic I want. And I just want this one to be no shipping, so I only selected Gen for the type of relationship.

I opted out of explicit for this one, and I did say graphic violence was okay OR no archive warnings apply.

On to request three!

This is much like request two, except I only want fic for this one! But it's Dream SMP, Fic requested, the characters I want (techbur twins), the fic I want (catbag), I want it to be Gen and no shipping, no NSFW, I'm okay with graphic depictions of violence, and my prompt!

Now on to my offers.

I'm gonna start with Stuffed Bird again.

So it's a Hermitcraft fic, I am only able to make fic for it, but you know what, I'll write literally anybody in this world. Hit me. I selected any relationship (which in this case means any CHARACTER). And I selected any TYPE of relationship too— yes I'll write any type of shipping or non-shipping. I can't write smut though, so I only selected General for the rating, and I will absolutely do violence but I am not good with MCD or noncon, so I didn't select those.

For my second request, I opened up catbag.

That's a Dream SMP fic, but this time I only wanted to do specific characters. I set it up so that I'd write any combination of SBI, Beeduo, and Quackity. No shipping for me with this one, and no smut, but yes I'll do graphic violence.

And then on to odaigahara's fic!

That's a Dream SMP fic, and I think I could make a web weave for that one, so I selected both fic and web weave. I only want to write Emerald Duo for it, so I just selected them. No shipping, only Gen for this one, and no smut, only gen as well. I don't feel like doing graphic depictions of violence for thisone, so I just selected no archive warnings apply!

For my final one, I really want to make sure that I'm matchable on femslash, so I did a bit of a basket offer.

I selected both Hermitcraft and 3rd life, and selected that I would be making fic. I selected all the ladies (+iskall, for stresskall), and when it came time to select an additional tag, which is what fic I'm saying I'll match on, I selected any. With that and the F/F tag selected, it means that I'll be matchable to any Hermit-Traffic femslash request, no matter which story or art it's attached to. Cause I figure I can read the source material and make something in the creation time period!

So that is 3 requests and 4 offers done, and I have a full sign-up! I'm ready to go! That is how you sign up! Over the course of the sign-up period I might keep an eye on other people's sign-ups (available at the Ao3 automagic app) and tweak my sign-ups so that I'm matchable with someone (or several someones), but for right now, I'm good to go!

#faq #Sign-up

[salemoleander]

Poetry & Prose - Web Weaving Resource

To return to the main Web Weaving Resources post, click here.

Poetry:

really really really trying - Well for one Max Lavergne invented Spiders Georg. But in addition to constant, high-quality shitposts he's also an excellent poet. Go read The Best Thing About A Poem.

geryone - One of the most prolific readers and posters of recently published poetry on here. Consistent formatting style and excellent eye for standalone lines that hit.

luthienne - Some great webwaves (called compilations), as well as a lot of poetry excerpts.

firstfullmoon - Pretty much every post on this blog would be a good addition to some webweave. Just a good blog to follow.

Times Haiku - No longer posting since 2017, but worth digging through their backlog for gems.

Prose:

Longreads - Essays that you have to Sit Down To Read that are also Very Worth taking the time to sit down to read.

callisteios - Creator of several extremely-weaveable Uquizzes, and generally just one of those Good Blogs to follow if you want a mix of the kind of high- and low-brow writing & art & memes that make for good webweaves.

cemetarything | James Loveless - If you somehow don't already, follow him. First off, best taste in reblogs you'll ever find. Secondly, an extremely eloquent and funny person. You DO have to be cool with talking about cannibalism.

ELODIEUNDERGLASS - Just a lot of really good (and often funny) personal writing, and good reblogs of writing/art. Like all these Prose recs, I think they are less 'blogs you Consult when making a webweave' and more 'people you follow and occasionally notice & save a Good Tidbit from'.

gallusrostromegalus - Ditto Elodie. Also go read their Family Lore tag.

[noobsomeexagerjunk]

Personal QSMP design hcs and interpretations (PART 1)

1. q!Quackity

ducktaur. predominantly golden yellow feathers and bright orange duck legs

partial heterochromia (dark brown with bits of bluish-grey)

his wear is different depending on which language he is maining at the moment

Eng!Q has an eyebrow scar, calloused hands, and some browning feathers. Wears religious jewelry and warm-colored clothes.

ESP!Q has ear piercings and blue-dyed feathers. Always has a clip-on tie and cool colored clothes.

Post-Tilin death, he either has their ribbon as a necktie (ESP) or belt (ENG)

has a pin of the QSMP logo always on his person

Brushes his feathers before teaching class

2. q!Jaiden

she is the cartoon character reflected by the mc skin, though is nonetheless perceived as human

she magical girl transforms into the vtuber fit whenever she wants to. Most of the time, it's to fight or to protect Bobby

she transforms using a magical brooch that resembles the emblem on her vtuber fit. she can add stuff on the brooch to alter her transformed appearance (like changing the bird wings to butterfly ones, or having a shiny rainbow mode)

she made a smaller, less powerful replica of her brooch for Bobby so he can get into armor much faster

she "draws" things out of her inventory with her fingers in the air (think the spellcasting of the witches in The Owl House, but with different symbols)

When Bobby died, her transformed look takes on a more dark and brooding appearance

3. q!Roier

he's not a spider hybrid but like, an actual Spiderman—literally got bit by a radioactive spider and everything

alternates between his superhero suit and a civilian fit. like jaiden, he transforms between fits superhero style

can fire webs from his hands, has slight spider sense, and also venomous saliva (so i beg of you, do not get head from this man)

wears natural makeup bc he likes to. he darkens it a little when he feels particularly vengeful (this is canon but yk)

the spiderman traits also apply to Melissa, whose dyed lingerie is literally weaved from spider webs

Post-Bobby death, he wears more blacks (both in civilian and superhero fits) and a lot more eyeliner

4. q!Bad

humanoid looking demon. resembles a void-like shadow in extreme emotional states

distinctly has a glowing halo. it has long horns growing out of it + a shadowy demon tail

has his mc skin's hoodie but sleeveless. collared shirts of any color is usually under that + beige khakis, white socks and various sneakers!

His hoodie has a small embroidered symbol of the Order Theoritas, hidden near the collar of the hood

his hair is long and usually tied loosely. wears glasses as well

sharp canines make him look a bit catty

his reaper get-up is well-sewn cursed cloth. wearing the fit makes his halo and tail larger, darker, and more shadowy

there's a block of diamond + an image of skeppy always on his person

He lets Dapper wear the ghost chat bell as a tail accessory

5. q!Spreen

werebear. He turns into a human during sunny daytimes, and is otherwise an anthromorphic bear-man.

black bear, like the mc skin

fashion sense however matches the CC; generally street-looking even with the bulk of armor

canines and claws glow when he's fighting someone in bear mode. he grows them out fighting during his human state

smells like cigarettes

6. q!Slime

a player equivalent to minecraft slime

prefers taking on a humanoid appearance, and has taken it long enough to master recolorization of said state. feels uncomfortable taking any other form as well

experiences pain when shifting (i mean that's also canon but yk)

behaves like a magma cube in extreme negative emotional states. will resemble one if you piss him off enough

he has no actual clothes, he shapeshifts the appearance of clothing. (q!Mariana has noticed, and he doesn't like to think too hard about it) his most external layer is armor and glasses.

he and q!Mariana have each a piece of Juanaflippa's shell on their person

7. q!Cellbit

human. well, not completely according to genetics but is more or less perceived as one.

The CC but wearing the blockman-cubito's fits

wears eyeliner to hide the eyebags. This doesnt work and only makes his eyes more expressive

a shadow looms the upper half of his face whenever he's being super weird and mysterious. It darkens when he's consciously about to do something really bad in a dramatic anime way; this is much more emphasized if he puts on his goggles

he paints his nails and the paint always trails. these glow sailor moon style when he comes into contact with the blood of any living creature

has a caffeine addiction

The chainsaw scars are deep enough that Cellbit doesn't like looking at himself when changing; he forces it though to remember why he's doing anything at all

Taught Richas how to draw the symbol for the Ordo Theoritas. He also has the symbol pressed into the leather of his gloves

8. q!Wilbur

humanoid man of unidentified species. perceived as human.

really is human looking, minus the pointy ears and prismatic irises

wears clear glasses. yellow sweater + sleeveless brown longcoat + grey jeans + black boots

has a black scarf and red beanie both made of wool and embroidered with gold threaded flowers.

always has a guitar on his person. since tallulah entered his life, he's let her put stickers and draw all over it.

They jam together when they can

may or may not have an enchanted singing voice

part 2

#qsmp #qsmp headcanons

[welcomingdisaster]

Many Sentences Monday!

i was tagged by @meadowlarkx & @thelordofgifs to share some fic! i'm super self indulgent, so here's the first scene of a "maglor comes to aman" fic with a twist.

1: The Pipe.

The little room is not decorated how he would expect. 

Though of course it is exactly as it should be. There are the many intricately woven banisters, hung along the walls, clearly Maedhros’ choices, his style. There are the gouache paintings of leaping long-legged horses, their features exaggerated by movement, so dynamic they seem almost birdlike, painted plainly by Fingon’s hand. There’s the huge padded armchair in a tasteful shade of forest-green—Maedhros—and the short coat of brilliant crimson slung over its back—Fingon—and the tangle of vines outside the windows and the short-legged hound on the duvet and the tabby cats outside and the ornate teal-and-lilac service set on the counter, certainly gifted because neither of them would pick it, and the open easternmost window and the smell of roasting garlic. 

It is the things which are not there, which he has come to expect. 

It is the outhouse, the lack of indoor plumbing, the candle-gems set into the walls, look of slight confusion on the face of the servant when he turns to feel for the light switch. It is the realization that he cannot call; cannot send a telegram; that is had not occurred to him to pack a typewriter and so all his correspondence and his writing will again be hand; that his poems, should they ever again be published in this land, will need to be painstakingly copied, word by word, onto the parchment. 

It ought to be easy to fall back into it. He had missed it, he tries to remember. He had thought the world noisy and overwhelming. He had wanted to run from it. He’d seen soot stains on trees that had once been virginal, had once been white, and his head had spun with it. He had watched the factory-smoke rise and thought it unlovely and unworthy of living for. He had stared at the monstrous bulk of a locomotive, had tasted its bitter smoke on his tongue, and felt the awfulness and sublimity of invention as he had at the gates of Angband. 

And yet he is happy that he has taken along his gramophone. 

No one had expected him. 

News of the boats do not come; gossip travels through word of mouth and webs of osanwë across the city and into the countryside, but his hosts are out hunting. There are two servants only in the house; a quiet young maiden, barely seventy, there to mind the horses and the goats, and a man who had clearly once been a soldier, watching the house in the owners’ absence. 

They speak to him in Sindarin, faintly accented with entirely different accents. The maiden, Cinnogil, lives there full-time, though mostly with the animals; she is responsible for the horses’ training and upkeep, and to this duty she dedicates herself with a fierce passion. He does not ask what brings her out of her house so young, as he would have asked in another life. 

The man, Singdan, is there only some of the time. He lives close by, he says. He comes and helps with the cooking and the cleaning, at times, in exchange for gems and for fresh cuts of hart and for legal work, now and again. 

But really it can barely be called an estate. 

“They keep a room for you, I think,” Singdan tells him, as he helps him unload his mule and stack his luggage in a jumbled heap in the mud room. The short-legged dog weaves around their ankles when make their way down the hall, lit by sparkling silver gems, the walls decorated with rugs far too warm and too heavy for the climate. “They have for as long as I have known them.” 

The room—his room—is at the end of the hall. His eyes trace the walls; the simpler, more elegant decorations in silver, the blue and white bedspread, the lyre and the flute, the inkwell, the bottle of aged rum with the books on the bookshelf, the ceramic horses on the writing table. Someone has hung a change of clothes for him in the corner closet. 

There is no dust, no trace of disuse. Only one thing out of place—the mahogany pipe on the windowsill. 

He crosses the room and picks it up, holding it up to the light. It is well-used. Warm from the sun streaming in through the glass, streaked slightly on the inside. 

Out of them three only Maedhros smokes. Likely he had sat here, and had the window open. 

(Why is there so much guilt, with that thought?) 

“Shall you come and dine,” Singdan asks, “while we wait?” 

Thank you. He is not hungry. 

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tagging @eilinelsghost @outofangband @melestasflight @polutrope @grey-gazania @that-angry-noldo @searchingforserendipity25 & @polutrope @jouissants anyone else who hasn't done it yet and wants in!

#lena speaks #my fic

[knightfeared]

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 .

Howdy! Sorry for the incoming chonker of a post but I promise this is important! As someone with bad anxiety but a stronger want to start poking Mutuals more, both new & old, I figured it was about time to put something like this out there to know who is alright with me being a friendly pest. It’s meant to reassure me people are alright with me kicking their doors in with my muses. So . . .

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . .

➤ You’re alright with me sending you Askmemes as soon as I see they’ve been reblogged along with sending the occasional Unprompted Ask or Surprise Short Starter. Sometimes they’ll just be my muse(s) commenting on ongoing threads they spot — think dash-commentary style. Others are just IC / OOC Questions. Basically this just gives me permission to be a menace to your inbox without feeling guilty.

➤ You’re alright with me replying to any Open Starters I spot, even if we already have one or more threads ongoing. Just a heads up I will aim to keep these short since they’re usually spontaneous threads done for fun. If they happen to get longer? I’m here for it!

➤ You’re alright with me tagging you in Dashgames when I do come across them. Along with tag you in Musings, Aesthetics & Muse Song Posts if they remind me of your muse & our interactions.

➤ Piggy backing off the last point, there are no promises made, but if it’s alright that I make the occasional Edit through Gifsets of your muse or our muses dynamic, Aesthetic Edit Posts or Web Weavings. Even the occasional Drawing / Doodle. Chances are, if I’m inspired or invested enough & have the time to spare, I do enjoy doing these for close Mutuals!

➤ You’re alright with me making Headcanon Posts as our muses dynamics develop through ongoing interactions. This is a recent thing I’m trying to start doing more of, where I make Directories for muses on my end to better keep track & document HC’s. I heavily value developing bonds between me & my writing partners muses so if it is alright with Mutuals that their muse is *mentioned in posts like this?

Please let me know in a comment or IM! Usually I will ask permission to write these out beforehand.

➤ You��re alright with me giving you my Discord so we can talk more OOC to chat or to discuss ideas & our current threads / plot possible future ones. I struggle with this, but I would really love to discuss headcanons more when they crop up, along with just getting more used to screeching to partners about how much I loved recent replies. Just a warning is I am a little shy & my social battery can vary between extra outgoing to having no energy to respond back, so as long as that’s alright! I am making grabby hands!

Please note that interacting with this post also gives you permission to do any of these things right back. If you want me to do only some of these things but not others, please, feel free to comment in the notes or let me know in private.

Lastly, it you have yet to fill out my Interest Tracker — I highly urge you to so I know just what muses to nudge your way in the future along with what dynamics you’re interested in pursuing! It’s not mandatory but it helps so so much.

The purpose of this post is simply meant to reassure that there is a shared interest in interacting more in the future, mainly for my own anxiety since I do struggle a lot with pushing myself to poke new folks without feeling like I’m being a bit of a bother. It’s usually why I rely heavily on starter calls & inbox calls so I have that known permission to toss my muses people’s way.

#╰┈➤ ┊❛ PERMANENT INTERACTION CALL. ❜┊ #TY IF YOU READ THROUGH IT ALL 💀💀💀💕🙏

[neonbrutalism]

why is it when I'm minding my onw business, my brain ambushes me with more Intact!Miles & Miguel? I'm starting to get concerned...

ANYWAY! We all know Miles & Miguel have been training together for some time that their teamwork becomes close to perfect, how their different fighting styles weaved together near seamlessly. Over time, when one moves the other follows instinctively.

Fastforward: something is taking place where some multiverse shit is going on, things are chaotic and noisy and Miguel is trying to think of something to deal with the situation when all of a sudden he hears Miles scream "YEET!" and on instinct, Miguel raised his hand and feels a web catch it before he pulls a fast ball special and flings Miles to the direction that he wanted to go. Miles does his thing and takes out the problem thanks to the power of friendship or whatever. On the side, Peter B. is like "wtf Miguel, did you just yeet Miles??" and Miguel is all "he says yeet, I YEET"

sdfgh

YES! They absolutely get really good at teaming up and fighting like that. There's a little of it in the Strategy Guide for Beating Hobgoblin fic, where Miles drops out of Miguel's way right as he pounces. I'll chalk that one up to Miles' spider-sense telling him "you are about to be hit by a 290lb freight train with knives for hands".

But when Miles says yeet, Miguel yeet.

... Do kids still say yeet?

Also I'm glad to know I'm not alone in random thoughts about other people's fics >> I'm very glad you like it so much <3

#Mostly Intact

[baileypie-writes]

Hello. I really liked those Kawarino x Reader HCs. Now, can I ask workers of Nightmare (if you use "one request, one character" style, choose someone random) with Reader, who's fascinated by their monster forms?

A/N ~ Sure! I didn’t do all the employees, just the ones I liked. Hope you enjoy!

~Nightmare Employees with a Reader Who’s Fascinated by their Monster Forms~

Fandom: Yes! Precure 5

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Gender Neutral

Relationship: Implied Romantic

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG

Warnings: None!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~Girinma~

~ Girinma wants more than anything to be seen as an equal, or even better, a superior to others. Mostly his coworkers. It makes him insecure that he’s less powerful and successful than them. So any form of praise, or just a simple compliment boosts his ego by many percents.

~ When he learns that you are fascinated by his monster form, he gets almost overbearingly cocky. He lives for all your comments, questions and compliments, never wanting them to end. Being in his monster form makes him feel confident, which is something he almost never feels anymore. So all of your words are feeding into the feeling.

~ He’ll totally let you look as long as you want, and whenever you want. You make him feel so cool, he almost wants to be in this form all the time! But he doesn’t want you to get bored of it, so he takes it in “doses”.

~Kawarino~

~ Kawarino honestly couldn’t care less what others think of him. It’s just not something he thinks is important. Despite this, he still is greatly appreciative of praise. Especially by people he sees as more than dirt under his shoe.

~ Discovering that you were interested in his monster form was not a big deal to him at all. He understands that it’s not something that is considered “normal” to people like you, so he lets you take a good look. Kawarino isn’t fond of touch, so he expects you to keep your hands to yourself. His monster form is for eyes only.

~ He is nearly always in his human form, so it is extremely rare to see him as a monster. He prefers to save it for only important occasions. No matter how much you whine or beg, you’ll never get him to transform whenever you want. If you wish to see him do it, you’ll have to get lucky.

~Bunbee~

~ Bunbee often attempts to put on a cool, calm persona. Though being his clumsy self, it crumbles quite quickly. This is also the case when you’re fawning over his monster form.

~ He’ll act all tough and unfazed by your curiosity and compliments. But the longer it goes on, the more he breaks. He’ll get all flustered, and begin to mumble. It almost seems to make him uncomfortable. But his bashful smile says otherwise.

~ After the first time, he seeks more of this attention. He’ll begin being in his monster form more often. Eventually, he takes on that appearance more than his human one. So of course, you start to get used to it. Bunbee is a bit disappointed by this, but he enjoyed it while it lasted.

~Arachnea~

~ Arachnea is a confident woman, and being in her monster form makes her feel much more so. She feels more powerful and stylish. So she isn’t surprised in the slightest when she realizes your fascination.

~ She’ll let you look as much as you want. I mean, how could she deprive you of her beauty? She’ll also let you touch her spider legs/appendages. She adores all the attention, and doesn’t even try to hide it.

~ Arachnea has the power to create webs, and she totally shows this off. She weaves large, intricate webs, all to get your compliments and praise. She’ll even let you climb on them!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~baileypie-writes

#baileypie-writes #precure #precure x reader #pretty cure #pretty cure x reader #yes precure 5 #yes precure 5 x reader

[lordisitmine]

TTNBD BLOG: PART TWO

Welcome once again, to the extended author’s notes! That’s kind of how I’m thinking of these posts. This post covers the details of chapter two of the story, (chapter 3 on ao3 if you’re just looking at the numbers), entitled What a Tangled Web We Weave. So, spoilers if you haven’t read that yet.

HISTORICAL ACCURACY

In this week’s retrospective, I’d like to talk a little bit about historical accuracy. If you’re anything like me, you like watching and reading a lot of things that take place in past eras. If you’re like me, you hate when something- be it a phrase, an outfit, a hairstyle, or a reference to people/events- is egregiously incorrect to the time period being portrayed. Big anachronisms drive me crazy.

However, there’s a level of inaccuracy that I don’t actually mind- if it helps better the story without taking me too much out of the fantasy, or if it adds something to the setting while not detracting from the believably- I’ll allow it. Basically, what I’m saying is that, like a lot of other aspects of writing/art, historical accuracy is about finding the right balance. Or, getting as close as you can to the target of perfect. With fanfiction, I think the margin is even wider- I try not to take this medium too overly seriously, especially when I’m reading and enjoying something someone else has written. I’m a little tougher on myself, though I hope not too tough.

I like to call what I do “movie-accurate”. A lot of my favourite period films have things in them that just aren’t correct, but because I love those movies so much, and because the overall vibe is close enough to what I know about history, I let it slide.

For example, in the 2005 film Pride and Prejudice, the hairstyles of the young women, as well as some of their dress styles are quite off from what women’s fashions were actually like at the time in which the novel/movie was set. The 1995 BBC miniseries adaptation is far, far more faithful in terms of aesthetics. However, the 2005 film is incredibly beloved by a lot of Jane Austen fans, despite its inaccuracies! Because it’s a fucking good movie, which sells the characterization and romances so well that you can sort of excuse the “dumbing down” of the details. It’s one of my favourite period films, and films, period.

Obviously there are bad movies that don’t even try to be accurate, but when I say “movie-accurate” know that I’m talking about the good ones.

During the course of Though the Night be Dark, I’ll be making a lot of references to/descriptions of outfits and hairstyles, because I’m pretty sure I was a fashion designer or personal stylist in my past life, but not all of them will be totally accurate to the years 1899/1900. That goes for stuff like technology, too- it won’t ever be over-the-top (i.e. they’re not gonna have television in the year 1900) but if you notice stuff that seems just a little out of place, know that I felt it was necessary to fudge the numbers, so to speak, in pursuit of the characters, the romance, and the story itself.

This same sort of “movie-accuracy” applies to the settings. I’ve never been to Paris or London in my life- I’m broke and there’s a whole ocean in between me and Europe. I do my best to research and reference actual places and landmarks, but if you do live in either of those places and what I write seems fantastical or inaccurate, I am sorry, believe me. Please forgive me, and do your best to imagine these as like, imaginary versions of these places.

I don’t know why I’m defending myself- most people probably don’t mind, and some probably don’t notice things like this. But it’s important to me to be as accurate as I can be within the scope of my ability, and it’s important to me for people to learn about my process if they want to. I digress.

CHAPTER TWO: WHAT A TANGLED WEB WE WEAVE

Sometimes I pick titles because they’re references to things, and the words/themes of the things in question closely fit the character and the story. For example, To the End of Everything is a lyric from the Adam Lambert song Sleepwalker, which was on my SebaCiel playlist back in 2014 when I was first writing it. It fit the story of the end of Ciel’s life, and the end of his contract with Sebastian, and it’s such a nice set of words to say out loud and look at on a screen.

The first chapter of this fic, A Far, Far Better Rest, is a reference to the final line from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. Two cities, London and Paris, both of which are the settings for TTNBD. Not a super deep reference, but there’s a reason for it.

What a Tangled Web We Weave is also a reference to something- part of a famous line from am 1808 poem Marmion: A Tale of Flodden Field by Sir Walter Scott. It’s set in the time of Henry VIII and tells the romantic and ultimately tragic story of some rich guy and his affair with a woman. The full line is what a tangled we weave/when first we practise to deceive.

I picked this title for three reasons: one, because it has the word web in it, and Claude is a spider demon. Two, because it’s about lies, and lies are the basis for some of the upcoming conflict in this story. And three, and most chief among the reasons: it sounded cool.

What can I say. Sometimes I write/use things are deep and profound, and sometimes I just use things I think are kinda neat. I try, as always, to strike a decent balance.

Alright, let’s break this chapter down.

We started off with a remix of a scene from the second season of the Black Butler anime. It’s a little infamous, to be sure. I’m speaking of course about the scene where Alois shoves his finger into Hannah’s eye socket! I know that in the original scene he doesn’t actually pull out her eyeball, but I wanted to go whole-hog, I think it’s just extra insane and I wanted you to know what kind of Alois Trancy character I’m playing with here. He’s an adult here, whereas he was a kid in the anime- I don’t know, I just thought the increased level of brutality suited him.

I pulled actual dialogue from the scene and repurposed it, which I love doing and have done many times in my fanfic writing career (side-eye at my Supernatural fics). I wrote it from Claude’s POV because I love that outsider POV in a scene. I also wanted to establish his thoughts and feelings about Alois right off the bat.

Cards on the table: I haven’t watched the second season of the anime in a very long time. I watched the first few episodes some time last year I think??? When I was deciding to write this story, just to get a feel for their characters/relationship again. I’ve seen them portrayed in fanon as everything from a toxic couple to a couple who are more actually in love, like Ciel and Sebastian- I very much don’t see that for these two. Their tension is different, and in the context of this story, it’s been years, and that tension is heading towards a boiling point.

What I’m saying is that I’m sorry to any real die-hard Alois and/or Claude fans in advance if I do stretch them too far out of the OOC allowance margins… but also no I’m not hehehehehe.

Claude mentions Alois reading penny dreadfuls. Penny dreadfuls were these cheap little serialised fiction zines you could buy for a penny, hence the name. Every volume was like, an 8–16 page chunk of a story. The dreadful part comes from the fact that they were highly sensationalised and sometime salacious stories about murder and highway robbery and pirates and stories of real-life criminals doing heinous murder and such- sometimes sold at public executions! Overall, these things weren’t considered Proper English Literature. Which of course meant that they were VERY popular. Mostly in the early to mid 1800s. As far as I know, they started to lose ground in popular culture by the turn of the century, but they existed, I think they were cool, and therefore I can include a reference to them!

Penny dreadfuls weren’t really about romance or sex but they were super popular among young people, and the idea of Alois reading trashy romance novels in general is just hilarious to me. And like I said, I just really wanted to reference something so undeniably Victorian.

And yes, for the purposes of this story, he does in fact know that Hannah is a demon. Did he know that in the anime? I think maybe he did, but like I said, it’s been a while, and I don’t remember. I could go back and watch it again, but I don’t want canon to mess up my fanfiction. Anyway, the fact that Alois knows Hannah is a demon will become relevant and important as the story continues, so I won’t say too much more about it.

Back to Paris- it’s time for more Lizzy content! There’s quite a bit of that in this chapter. Originally, this chapter and the next one were originally just supposed to be one chapter, but the whole thing got too long/had a natural breaking point in my mins, so I split it up.

These parts of the story are more difficult to write- they involve the OCs a lot, and there’s lots of things to establish. It’s hard to do that without getting to in the weeds or being really clunky, but on the other hand, I can’t forget that anything outside of canon references is in my brain and no one else’s, so I have to make sure to cover the important stuff.

This is my first time writing F/F romance! That’s not quite true. I’ve been writing original stories with F/F romances in them for years and years- this is my first time writing an F/F romance that other people are actually going to read. Thankfully, being a lesbian, I have actual experience falling in love with women, so I have lots of real-life stuff to draw from. I didn’t realise how much of my own past and current crushes and preferences wormed their way into the Lizzy/Sybil dynamic. I’ve read posts before about how romance/sex scenes are always revealing of the author’s preferences/feelings/kinks, and I was like “not me haha I am Unknowable” but I guess I can’t say that anymore oops.

When it comes to labels for fictional characters, I don’t like to use them/talk about them unless it’s been explicitly stated in canon. For example, I would never say a canon bisexual character is exclusively gay, that would be bi erasure and we don’t do that shit here. This is especially relevant when it comes to time periods where terminology was different, and labels hadn’t been invented yet/didn’t mean the same things.

I’m trying to write Lizzy in a way that the reader can interpret any way they want! If you want to read her as bi or as a lesbian, that’s fine, I have no hard opinion on the subject! I think it makes a lot of sense that she’s bi, I think that there’s a case for her being a lesbian who’s had to deal with some hardcore compulsory heterosexuality.

However, Sybil is my character and therefore I do get to say what she is, and she is a lesbian. Stone cold homosexual. Again, not that it matters, I just like saying it.

Lizzy and Sybil’s romance isn’t a full-on slow burn per se, but I’m really enjoying building it up here brick-by-brick. At this point, she and Lizzy have been friends for a long time and already know each other really well, so the “to lovers” part can kind of come into play early, but I’m not going to give it all away at once- where would the fun be in that?

Let’s talk about Verity. Madame LaChance if you’re nasty. Verity, of course, means truth, and la chance is French for luck. I kind of wanted her to be straight up called “Lady Luck” but that was a bit TOO hokey, even for me. I wanted there to be an auntie-like side character, and I said to myself, what if there was a character who was like, all the good, lighthearted parts of Grell and Madame Red without any of the “oh btw I’m insane/also a serial killer”. I thought it’d be funny if she was sort of a go-between, having friendships with both Sybil & Lizzy as well as Ciel & Sebastian without any of them being aware of it. She became a bigger part of the story than I’d originally intended- she sort of stole my heart, maybe she’ll steal yours too.

She’s a little mysterious, but I can promise you she is a normal human. She’s just very… unique, I guess you could say. No more spoilers.

I’m being sort of vague about the club and what it’s called and what it looks like, there’s a lot more about it in a future chapter, don’t worry. Also, Madame refers to Ciel as Monsieur Phénix and Sebastian as Monsieur Corbeau. That’s French for phoenix and raven respectively. Stage names. Code names. C'est très dramatique. (No, I don’t actually speak French, beyond some very basic words and phrases.)

I hate to admit it, but I felt woefully out of my element while writing this part and I'm not 100% happy with how it came out I knew I wanted to have some reason to show Sebastian and Ciel going about their day-to-day lives, but I was also struck by the lack of, like, drama or action so far in the story. I fell back on the old adage of “write what you know” and had the boys not solving crime per se (there will be time for that later) but perhaps avenging somebody. I don’t think Ciel will ever give up his vengeful nature, whether its on his own behalf or someone else’s. And for Sebastian, it’s just bad business, and we can’t have that, can we?

There are a whole two paragraphs from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott in this next scene. I don’t know if that book is meant to be sad, but it made me terribly melancholy when I read it as a kid. Also, there I go again referencing literature. I pulled the same trick in next week’s chapter too, which I didn’t even realise I was repeating until I’d already done it. Oops.

“-And nobody saw Beth wipe the tears off the yellow keys, that wouldn't keep in tune, when she was all alone. She sang like a little lark about her work, never was too tired for Marmee and the girls, and day after day said hopefully to herself, "I know I'll get my music some time, if I'm good."

"There are many Beth’s in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind.”

I wanted Lizzy to be reading aloud in this scene and this reference jumped out at me when I was trying to think of books that existed at the time and that characters this age might have access to. Beth of course is short for Elizabeth, and Lizzy’s arc in this story is about her becoming her own person in a lot of ways, or like, realising who she is, and this quote about Beth feeling like she’s in everyone’s shadow and only exists to do things for other people seemed really appropriate.

There’s a little more insight into Simeon- I drew the photograph described in the scene so you could get an idea of what Simeon looks like. I really like writing Simeon. He’s such a Good Dad. I mean, he’s bound by his word to be a good dad, but he really loves Sybil so much and wants her to be happy. But there’s also so much going on beneath the surface. I know most of you have figured out his true nature by now, but I hope that I still have the ability to surprise you in the long run when it comes to him.

Once again, thanks for reading! Comments and questions are always welcome, and I’ll see you all again next week! Special shout-out to vandorttranslations, who is translating this story into Russian as we go! It will never not be amazing to me that someone feels strongly enough about my work to undertake such a task!

-lord_is_it_mine

#lord speaks #kuroshitsuji #fanfiction #black butler #sebaciel #writing #my writing #behind the scenes #ttnbd #tteoe series #ttnbd blog #commentary

[candidapple]

Hey hey hey! I just wanted to start out by saying I absolutely love your writing style 🖤. I was wondering if you’d be comfortable writing a nsfw/comfort with a trans male reader who’s having issues with their family with Jade and Floyd? (Can be separate or poly) I myself am going through a tough time with my own parent and I’m really just in need of some comfort with my comfort characters.

-Cherry 🍒

a/n i would love to do that for you, cherry! i hope you enjoy this little offering, and that it can bring you at least half of the love and comfort you deserve 💙

cw adult content. minors dni 🔞

jade & floyd leech x m!reader

Floyd pops out of the pool like a buoy with teeth and flicks a clawed hand through the water to splash your legs. When you fail to react beyond scrunching up your nose and curling yourself farther away from the pool’s concrete edge, his playful smile twists into a frown. He swims up to you, long serpentine tail cutting cleanly through the dark water, and rests his folded arms on your thighs.

“Why the long face, Rainbowfishie?” His ear fins flutter curiously, tail swishing idly behind him. “You’ve been down in the dumps all day.”

A contrary part of you would like to stew in your sour mood and scoot away from him, preemptively rejecting any comfort he might offer were you to tell him the truth, but you can’t bring yourself to be that mean. Bad enough that you feel like shit; why spread it around?

So you force a weak smile and take one of Floyd’s cool, slick hands in yours, weaving your fingers together as best you can with his webbing in the way. “Don’t worry about it,” you tell him. “I’m fine.”

Floyd squeezes your hand and wraps his other arm around your waist, tucking his fingers inside the waistband of your swim trunks so his claws tickle your bare hip. He makes a face at you. “Sometimes I just don’t get you, Rainbowfish. If you’re in a bad mood, just say so. What’s the point in lying about it?”

Your stiff, fake smile melts into something a little more genuine. Floyd would think like that; he never hesitates to express how he’s feeling, whether he’s euphoric or pissed off. You like that about him. You wish you could express yourself so easily, without care for what others might think of you.

You scooch closer, slipping your legs into the pool and reaching up to cup Floyd’s cheek, rubbing your thumb over the dark green markings on his face. His ear fins flap, and he trills softly in his throat. It’s a sound you only ever hear him make when he looks like this; his human throat must not work the same way.

“Are you sure you wanna know?” you ask, slipping your fingers into his wet hair to scratch his scalp and make his eyelids drop to half mast. “I don’t wanna ruin your mood, too.”

“What’s this about Floyd’s moods?”

Your fingers still in Floyd’s hair, and you crane a look over your shoulder to see Jade approaching you on two legs, a tray balanced familiarly in his hands. He left a few moments ago to fetch snacks, and now he’s back sooner than you’d expected, padding barefoot across the concrete with his pants and shirtsleeves rolled up to his knees and elbows. It’s a little strange seeing him like this; he’s always either buttoned up from his neck to his ankles or completely nude in the water.

Strange, but not bad. His ankles and forearms are very nice to look at you, so much so that you kind of want to bite them. You smile at him.

“Not Floyd’s moods,” you say, “my moods. Floyd noticed I was feeling down and wanted to know what was up.”

Jade clicks his tongue at Floyd and kneels fluidly to set the tray on the floor by your hip. “I told you be patient and let our little morsel come around on his own, Floyd. You mustn’t push.”

Floyd grumbles at his brother and hugs you tighter around the waist, nuzzling his face into your stomach so you feel the points of his teeth against your skin when he talks. There was a time when you wouldn’t have let him get so close to such a vulnerable part of you, but things are different now. Now, you want him and Jade close pretty much all the time.

“Sitting around waiting wasn’t doin’ anybody any good,” Floyd complains. “Sometimes you hafta push if you wanna get things done.”

You reach over to pull Jade’s arm around your shoulders, so you’re wrapped up in both your boys. That’s much better. “It’s okay, Jade. Floyd’s right. This time, I needed the push.” You pluck a raspberry macaron off the tray and pop it into your mouth. You chew it slowly, savoring the sweetness and maybe buying for a little time, then swallow and say, “You know how today was mail day? Well, I got a letter from my parents.”

A low growl rumbles in Floyd’s throat, and even Jade’s hand tightens imperceptibly around your shoulder. You almost don’t want to go on, but you know they won’t let you stop now that you’ve started, either.

“And what did they say to you?” Jade asks mildly. You know better than to think that polite interest is all he’s feeling right now.

You give a careless shrug, like it doesn’t really matter and you’re still not smarting over it. Like you didn’t have to wipe your eyes dry on your pillowcase before your roommate saw you crying and asked what was wrong.

“Oh,” you say, “the usual bullshit. You know how they are. It’s fine, though. Really. I’m over it.”

Jade selects a chocolate macaron, turns it over as if inspecting it for nonexistent flaws, then presses it gently to your lips. You open up and take a bite, and his thumb brushes crumbs from your chin. “Are you, now?”

It’s your turn to make a face. You really can’t fool either of them, especially not Jade. You lick chocolate buttercream from your lips and admit, “No, I guess I’m not. Y’know, sometimes — sometimes I wish they wouldn’t write at all. I know they’re happy to have me away from home most of the year, so I really don’t know why they bother.”

Floyd rests his chin on your lap, his right eye glowing dimly up at you like a paper lantern floating above the ocean. “You should come live in the sea with us, Rainbowfishie. Our folks’d love you.”

You look at Floyd, at his teeth and claws and the long dangerous length of him. Then you look at Jade, who appears no less dangerous for currently occupying a human body. You remember the first time you met them, and how you were half convinced they wouldn’t mind frying and eating you. For a long time, they’d done little to dispel that initial impression, seeming to revel in sneaking up behind you and scaring the daylights out of you until they grew bored of that and made it clear they’d much rather fuck you than eat you. Of course, you don’t intend to let them forget about it.

“They’d love to have me for dinner, maybe,” you say dryly. Pointedly. “Do eels eat rainbowfish?”

Jade laughs softly, and Floyd grins at you with those sharp, shredding teeth. “Nah,” he says, slipping his hand further into your trunks to palm greedily at your ass. “If anyone’s gonna eat you, it’ll be us.”

Your breath catches and your face flushes. Your nipples stiffen, going hard and tight with gooseflesh, and you’re not wearing a shirt so no way are they going to miss that. You squeeze your legs against Floyd’s sides and ask, “Are you propositioning me, Leech?”

Jade’s hand slips down your shoulder and back up again, caressing you, and the hair on your arms stands on bristling end. You can feel him watching you and his brother as Floyd runs his tongue over his teeth, all hungry intent.

“Maaaybe,” he drawls. “Depends. Do you want me to be?”

Jade presses a kiss to your temple and breathes in through his nose, inhaling the scent of you. “What do you want?” he whispers. “Tell us, dear thing. Tell us and it’s yours.”

You believe him. Octavinelle students never do anything out of the goodness of their hearts, but you are Floyd and Jade’s, and what’s theirs is yours. You turn your head to catch Jade’s lips in a soft kiss, welcoming the taste of his tongue when it slips shallowly into your mouth.

“I want you to make me feel good,” you mumble into the kiss. “And I want you to — I want you to hold me.”

You almost don’t admit to wanting that second thing, because sometimes you still expect them to mock you for being so weak, so human. And they do tease you, constantly, but with far less bite than they might use to poke and prod at everyone else.

You are their exception, and that means everything to you.

Jade leans back to look at you with a knowing kind of heat, pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Done. And done. Floyd?”

You feel a tugging at your waistband, and you lift your hips before Floyd can tear the elastic, because he will. He shimmies your trunks down your legs and tosses them aside, where they land on the water’s surface with a splat. You realize with a resigned sigh that you’re going to have to go after them later, but this wouldn’t be the first time you’ve “lost” a pair of shorts while swimming with Floyd. All things considered, you think it’ll be worth it.

Yes, you definitely think so, because Jade’s slipping neatly into place behind you, bracketing your legs with his and hooking his ankles around yours to hold you wide open for Floyd. You lean back against him, sighing, and he runs his hands over your chest and belly then down your arms to lace his fingers with yours. He mouths at the crook of your neck, nipping you softly without breaking the skin. You shiver and arch into him, a slow, sticky kind of heat starting to simmer between your legs. You’re already aching for it, and they’ve barely even touched you. You wouldn’t believe it if it didn’t happen every time you had sex with them.

“Yeah,” Floyd murmurs, his breath hot on your inner thighs. “That’s it, little fishie. Open on up.” He presses your legs further apart, hands sliding over your knees, claws pulling lightly at your body hair. “I didn’t get a chance to eat any of those snacks Jade brought you, so let me have thisss.”

The last word hisses through his clenched teeth as he dips his head to nose at your crotch. You want to point out that it’s not like you ate everything on that tray and he could’ve had some if he really wanted to, but then his ear fins are smacking against your thighs and his hot tongue is unraveling from his mouth to give your hole a long, hard lick, and anything you might have said to him melts into a wordless whine.

“Yes, that’s lovely,” says Jade, lips tickling your ear, earring grazing your neck. He always does like it best when you’re loud. “Permit us to give you this pleasure, dear thing. That’s what you asked for, isn’t it?”

Yes, you suppose it is. You squeeze Jade’s fingers and he squeezes you back, holding you still when your hips want to squirm away from the overwhelming lash of Floyd’s talented tongue, licking you raw while his beautiful head bobs between your legs and his hands clutch at your hips. You can feel the cool, viscous slime his skin secretes dripping down your thighs along with your sweat and arousal, getting you that much slicker beneath his mouth. That slime is the reason why they can fuck you in both holes at once without hurting you. Thinking about that makes you squirm some more, legs kicking in the water, and Jade tuts at you and presses down on your hands, holding you still.

“Settle down now, sweet boy. How can we make you feel good if you persist in trying to get away?”

You’re not trying to get away — no, no, never — but you still can’t form a coherent sentence to save your life. All you can do is gurgle and grunt, hot pressure building in your gut and groin as Floyd purses his slick lips and sucks you steadily off, taking one hand off your hip to slip two fingers inside you. His claws tickle you without scratching you too deeply, and you thrust yourself down onto them, your body swallowing his hungrily. You love his tongue and fingers but you want his cock, his strange, beautiful cock with all of its bumps and ridges and the opalescent cum that drips from the deep teal head. You want Jade’s cock too, greedy thing that you are, and you can feel it prodding eagerly at the small of your back like it’s trying to get to you through his clothes.

You think Jade absorbed Floyd’s share of patience long before they hatched, though. It’s highly unlikely, if not entirely impossible, that he will give into temptation and let you get your hand (or mouth) around his cock right now. No, Jade prefers to take his time — and he loves to watch.

You must be putting on quite the show, too, panting and squirming and thrusting your hips against Floyd’s face to ride his mouth and get off on his tongue. You do get off, so quick and sudden it shocks you, leaving you gasping and wide eyed as searing relief rumbles through you like an undersea earthquake. Oh, fuck. Fuck.

You slump against Jade, who presses another kiss to your sweaty temple, and look down at Floyd just in time to catch him licking you off his lips. They are flushed dark green, those lips, wet and swollen from pleasuring you. He grins up at you, delighted, then wraps both hands around your thighs and yanks you into the pool with him.

Water splashes you in the face, and you shake your head and blink it from your stinging eyes, holding on tight to Floyd’s shoulders. You feel something bump your thigh beneath the water, and look down to see Floyd’s cock poking halfway out of his slit. A hard, fleshy bud sits at the crux of that slit, like a particularly long, engorged clit. You’ve spent a lot of time exploring that bud with your tongue — just as much time as you’ve spent eating out his slit until his cock popped into your waiting mouth — and you’re looking forward to exploring it some more.

Floyd trills softly again, squeezing you. “Feelin’ better, Rainbowfish?”

You lean back to stare at him — then laugh in disbelief. “Oh. I’d forgotten all about it, actually. Jeez.”

You know it won’t stay forgotten — you know your mood will sink again the next time you receive another curt letter from your parents, or the next time you have too much time to yourself to think and brood. But right now, that inevitability doesn’t even bother you. You’re just grateful that Floyd and Jade will be there to lift you back up in their own unique ways.

Speaking of Jade. He must’ve shed his clothes while you weren’t looking, because now you feel him swim up behind you, clawed hands slipping around your hips while his tail twines between your legs. Floyd grumbles at having to share you, but Jade is adamant.

“Come now, Floyd. It’s my turn with our sweet morsel.” He cups you between your legs and slips a finger inside of you, and you clench up, already eager for more. Jade turns your head to kiss your mouth, smiling against your lips when he hears you moan.

“Now,” he says. “How shall we cheer you up next?”

#jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #twst x reader #!candid fic #!apples of my eye

[emeraldhazeidentity]

🕷️About Wink Muffet🕷️

Figured it was about time I dropped some lore about my darling girl 😅

🕷️ Her full name is Ariadne Periwinkle Muffet. Yes, Muffet is her last name (some of her customers even call her Miss Muffet) she prefers to be called Wink.

🕷️She's roughly 5'5"/5'6" tall

🕷️ Monsters age differently to humans, but she'd be the equivalent of around late 20s/early 30s in age

🕷️She blushes purple

🕷️She can purr like a wolf spider when she's especially happy (Audio video: photos of real spiders included)

🕷️She's incredibly hardworking, and often burns the candle at both ends

🕷️A little bit vain

🕷️Makes all her own clothes - Her own outfit is always spotless, no matter what she's doing

🕷️LOVES sweets, but she tries to avoid them to keep her figure

🕷️She's very charitable, and donates 20% of her profits to Spiders in Need™️

🕷️She rarely fights, but if provoked, she'll use her webs as traps/trip wires, her venom to paralyse and her silk to tie her foes up. Additionally, she can float with a silk 'balloon' to travel, Mary Poppins style

Backstory:

Wink started off as an ordinary Muffet in an ordinary Classic Timeline. But the Human in her world RESET so much that her Underground became glitched. Her entire parlour fell into one of these glitches one day, dumping her and her spiders out into the Multiverse.

Wink decided to make a fresh start. Running a bake sale had never been very successful (who knew no one would want to buy donuts made of spiders?) so she took up sewing.

Making her own clothes had always been a dream of hers, and her designs were so good that she quickly got attention. Realising she could make a living off this, she opened a tailor shop called 'Periwinkle's Parlour' and began to sell her outfits and designs.

🌸Her prices are expensive, but her clothes are all made from the finest, strongest spider silk.

🌸She's True Neutral in the Multiverse. She's not concerned with who her customers are, as long as they can afford her prices.

🌸Wink does all the tailoring for her shop, while her spiders weave the cloth and do minor repairs

🌸Her shop has a range of clothes 'off the rack' for sale. They're still higher than the prices of other places, but they're all top quality

🌸Anything custom is the most expensive, but well worth it

🌸She can't stand fast fashion. In her eyes, it's cheap, gaudy and not worth wasting your money on.

#wink muffet #wink oc #muffet oc #undertale muffet #Muffet outcode #periwinkle oc #Undertale outcode #Spiders

[earthgenre]

okay so you know those web weaving images that are poetry and art. i want to do that too. cause being able to combine my poetry and art into one thing would be great. I just need to find some examples or poetry/art books and accounts. the only downside is that it seems artists are supposed to continually put out the same style of work and themes all the time and maybe I don't want to, maybe I want to do everything.

#text post #art #poetry #artwork #thoughts #text #my thoughts #questions #talking to myself