#i'll try to slowly catch up on all the things i drafted but there is a lot and even more that i probably missed

[a-s-levynn]

iv & iii

#GUESS WHO'S BACK #okay i'm not 100% yet but significantly better so please accept a messy little sketch for the past few days of silence #i'll try to slowly catch up on all the things i drafted but there is a lot and even more that i probably missed #i'll get on it tomorrow probably i don't want to push it but there is a good chance i'll be back on my usual bs in a day or two #i have to i'm supposed to be seeing TessaracT in 3 days no way i'm not healthy by then #anyway enough rambling from me #sleep token fanart #sleep token #vessel iv #vessel iii #sleep token iv #sleep token iii #iii #iv #iv sleep token #iii sleep token #sleep token band #sleeptoken #levynn tries to draw

[coriolanuswhore]

Get her back!!! || Coriolanus Snow x Reader

A/N : This is my first try at writing fanfiction since I got really bored at class and decided to make this. I'm such a whore for Coriolanus Snow, I'd let that man do anything to me.

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Coriolanus grunts as he lays down on the bed, his uniform lays discarded on the floor as he's left in only his boxers. A wet stain can be noticed on the fabric of his boxers, a reminder of the growing erection he had moments ago in the Academy. He placed his hand on his soft cock, his fingers stroking himself through the undergarment.

The young man groans and feels himself getting arouse at the thought of his ex girlfriend.

His sweetheart

His Y/n

The thought of her alone sends his mind into a spiraling arousal, and the thought of fucking her and filling her up with his cum drives him closer to the edge of his pleasure. He pulled out his cock from his boxer briefs, stroking it even faster as he thought of bending her over and ripping her clothes before fucking her relentlessly.

Coriolanus groans as he feels himself getting closer to his climax, the grip on his cock tightening as he thought of Y/n once again. Her tight walls gripping his cock with every thrust, her intoxicating and addicting scent, her sweet moans and whimpers that are music to his ears. He whimpers softly as he's reminded of the way she touched him, edging himself closer to the edge as he begins to crave to be dominated by his ex-lover.

He doesn't feel ashamed.

He hates it, yet he finds himself loving it at the same time.

Coriolanus stroke his cock faster, soft whimpers and moans escape his lips as he gets closer to his climax. He moans her name loudly and shamelessly as he reaches the peak of his pleasure. Sweat dripped down his forehead and adorned his skin, he catches up his breath as the height of his climax slowly calms down.

"Coriolanus?" Tigris' voice called from outside his room, making him sit up on the bed in panic.

"Fuck." Coriolanus muttered, wiping the cum off of his cock and hand clean with his discarded shirt before throwing it to the basket. "Just a second!" He shouted. Moving in a haste to put his clothes back on and making himself look presentable, hiding the fact that he just masturbated at the thought of his ex-lover once more.

He rushes towards the door and opens it, catching up his breath and with a blushing face as he feels embarrassed of almost getting caught. "What... What is it?" He asked.

"It's Y/n, she's here. She's with grandma'am in the living room, they're having tea together." Tigris said with a joyful tone and with a bright smile on her face. Her words are enough to send her dear cousin into a heart attack.

Coriolanus looked at her with surprise, his mind slowly comprehending what she just said.

Y/n is here.

Y/n is here.

Y/n is here.

She must've come back to see him, he knows it. It feels like a dream but it's a reality to him, she finally came back. After months of not seeing her, he will finally see her again. To feel her, to touch her, to fuck—

"Corio?" Tigris shook him out of his thoughts. Coriolanus blushed and he took a moment before speaking. "Right, I'll be there in a moment."

Tigris nodded and gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before leaving. Coriolanus sighed and closed the door of his room, moving in a haste to change his clothes. Cleaning himself up and making himself look even more presentable than before. He's seeing her after all, he can't let her think that he'd been miserable without her.

Coriolanus keeps it in his mind, he will not fuck it up this time. He will have her, no matter what happens. Even if it costs him everything, even if he has to grovel in submission at her feet, he needs to have her. To make her his once again, he will never let her go.

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— I might turn this into a series, I have a few things to fix on my drafts. Especially the switch!! Coriolanus Snow x reader fanfiction that I made last night. Have a nice day everyone!! :))

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus snow smut #tbosas fanfiction #tbosas smut #tbosas x reader #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth smut #coriolanus snow fanfiction #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

[within-your-eyes-if]

April 1st Progress Update

Hello everyone!

First, this update isn't an April's Fools joke, as much as I wish it were. Secondly, maintaining a level of transparency is important to me. It lets you all understand where I'm at and what to expect. With that, I apologize there was no March update.

In my last update, I hinted at some hardships in my life, and things were looking better. Unfortunately, sometimes life tends to kick you down when you're trying to get back up, and that's what happened not long after that update. This time, however, it took a heavy toll. I really tried, but I could not get back up on my own this time.

I had to step away for the most part and work on healing. I'm genuinely starting to feel better now, with each day being a little clearer and brighter than the last. Writing is slowly becoming easier again, which is a huge relief. It's strange how little time has passed, yet it feels years away.

As I believe I've stated before, I have no intentions of abandoning my story; this still rings true. There's just a regret I lost the momentum I gained.

Progress hasn't been at a complete standstill, and I'm still slowly working on drafts. It's hard to explain without delving into personal details — know I'm trying my hardest. I'm unsure what the word count is at the time of writing this, as I'm still going over and refining it. However, I have finished a few more scenes and I'm nearing the finish line.

Lastly, I'm sorry I disabled the asks. There are quite a few I need to catch up on, but answering was, and has always been, hard for me. I'll probably put together a FAQ post in the next few days (as well as finish a certain post I've been neglecting). Anyway, I hope to enable asks again in the near future.

Thank you all once again for your incredible patience. I'm sorry if this update isn't what you hoped for. Regardless, I hope Part Two is well worth the wait!

#within your eyes if #wye progress update

[freetowriteforme]

Observations

Price had known Simon Riley when he was still a sergeant. While they’d only met briefly, he recognized the fiercely determined young man who was willing to give up his life for their country. Simon possessed bone-deep strength and discipline, a force to be reckoned with. Yet, the years of fighting for survival in an unwelcoming household had chipped away at his soul. Price still remembers the bright shine in his eyes, a man who knew his purpose in life.

That all changed when Simon left on his mission to take down Manuel Roba. When he finally returned, there was no trace of the man he once was—only a Ghost.

Ghost's mangled face, adorned with scars and filled with hatred, was unbearable to look at. He masked it, figuratively and literally, never removing the protective shield. Price sat with him while he recovered from his injuries, weeks of physical therapy and sessions with the psychotherapist. He watched as the spark in his eyes diminished, leaving them dull and empty. Silently, Price mourned the loss of Simon.

He spent years trying anything to chip away at the hard exterior and get back to the man he once knew. He approached Ghost with gentleness, never pushing too hard or pulling too much. However, Ghost only stared back blankly, becoming more distant as time passed.  Slowly, Price saw him less and less as the lieutenant thrust himself to solo missions, one after another. The Ghost back a myth around their military, men only ever catching glimpses of him before he would vanish before their eyes.

Price made a task force, a group of the best men he knew. Ghost came along begrudgingly, unfamiliar, and uncomfortable with being in a team after so long. The age-old scars of betrayal made his skin crawl with mistrust for his new teammates.

But then, there was Johnny.

He stared at Ghost with none of the fear others did; he didn’t treat the lieutenant as fragile. He took the man’s aloof attitude and stand-off nature in stride. It was a breath of fresh air for Ghost. Before long, Price noticed small cracks in the man’s walls. He caught glimpses of the man he once knew for the first time in years. 

Now, as he stood by the man’s side as he removed his mask, he couldn’t contain the fond grin on his lips. Ghost didn’t move to look at him; his eyes looked with Johnny and the softest expression he’d ever seen. He knew he was going to be okay.

“Good to see you again, Simon.”

Small writing thing I did to help with writer's block and also laziness... It's not great, but I tried lol Hopefully, I'll get the energy to actually work on one of my drafts :)

#ghostsoap #soapghost #cod mw2 #ghost x soap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #mw2 fanfic

[be-ee]

|“You betrayed me.”

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⋆𐙚₊Ft/Tw: Yandere! Scara x Reader, Yandere themes, descriptions of electrocution, swearing

⋆𐙚₊ A/N: Sorry I haven’t been posting lately. School and writers block has been the biggest whiplash to me. I had this laying round in my drafts and thought ‘well, let’s give them something!’ Anyways do with this what you will.

⋆𐙚₊ before you go just an fyi that I have NEVER written yandere before. If you want to read someone with actual talent, I suggest @allfearstofallto ! Do be warned: They ARE an NFSW blog!

The silence was deafening; the air thick and tense. You wouldn't dare lift your eyes. Not now. "Y/N." A firm voice calls. There's a tinge of love in his words. His words are calm, and patronizingly low considering the situation.He takes a step towards you.

Then another..

And another..

"Y/N. Look at me."

You don't move. "I'm sorry..please" you croak; voice unsteady.You are shaking. This is it. You've fucked up, and this is the end. Tears well in your eyes.You don't think you can do this, not today. The man walks over to you, slowly and deliberately.

"Please..Please. I'm so so sorry" You repeat, breath catching in your throat as you struggle to breathe. Scaramouche hums. You feel him wrap his arms around you. He rests his head on top of yours and whispers into your hair "And you were doing so well too...Was that all fake? Are you sorry for that too?" He asks, tone light, but with an edge to it. You can’t bring yourself to reply.

"Answer me." He barks, pulling back and tilting your chin upwards so he can look you in the eye.

"Y-Yes, I'm sorry" You say, tears beginning to spill from your eyes. He frowns at you. "Are you sorry for plotting to run? For pretending? For being in cahoots with that DAMNED bastard? Or are you sorry for being a liar?" You flinch at his words, and he lets go of your chin. You look down.

“You betrayed me” he laughed. Nearly choking on his own words, as if the prospect of it shocked him. You were just so…kind.

Loving, even.

You were an amazing actor.

Scaramouche tilted his head up; If it weren’t for it being Scaramouche, you might have mistaken the furrow of his eyebrows to be in sadness.

But that’s not possible. Not with the Balladeer.

"I'm sorry.. I-I'm sorry for all of it, please Scaramouche"

He doesn't say anything for a while, but his grip on you loosens. He moves his hands from your shoulders to your hair, stroking it gently. "You're not sorry," He says plainly. "But you will be." He yanks your hair back, and you yelp. Your eyes are wide and full of tears. He has a dark, empty expression. It's as if he is looking through you. He sends waves of electricity throughout you. effectively causing you to shake convulsively; drool dripping from your open mouth.

"Do you have any idea how much pain you caused me..?" He growls, voice cracking as he looks into your eyes. "And for what? For him?" He spits, glaring daggers at the body behind you.

He lets go of your hair, and you slump down, breathing heavily. With tear stained eyes you watch Scaramouche. "You're such a pathetic, lying whore." He says, turning his back to face you. You stare back at the floor, trembling. You feel the urge to apologize again. But you don't.

You don't say a thing.

You're done talking.

"Be grateful I don't kill you right here.." He murmurs, walking towards the door. "but try that again and i'll tear your limbs from your body" He states before slamming the door shut, leaving you alone in the room.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #. ݁₊ ⊹ .bee’s brews 🍃 #scara x reader #scaramouche #yandere genshin impact #yandere #genshin scara

[fruityhoon]

perfume

bf!heeseung x fem!reader

a short drabble to which heeseung is just in love with your new perfume

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-you were getting ready to go have lunch with your friends, wearing a cute black top with denim jeans. to top it all off, you sprayed a perfume you recently got that had been in your list to buy for weeks

-when you left the room, you saw heeseung on his pc playing league of legends, eyes focused on the screen, eyebrows furrowed

-carefully approaching him from behind, you placed both your hands on his shoulders and leaned down, placing a kiss on the right side of his cheek

-"im going out now, see you later baby" you said in his ear

-he was quick to turn his head to you as he smelt something foreign and asked for a peck on the lips

-you gave him a peck and started making your way towards the door, but heeseung was quick to leave the match he was in and got up from his gaming chair to catch up with you

-the only thing that was going through his mind was your scent, how sweet you smelled when you were leaning down on him

-approaching you, hee placed his head on the crook of your neck, placing both his hands on your lower back and hugging you as if his life depended on it

-confused, you caressed his head and asked him "hey whats going on?"

-inhaling your scent and leaving small kisses on your neck, he whispered "you smell so good princess, did u get new perfume?"

-you let out a small chuckle, finding it funny seeing your boyfriend like this just because of some perfume you bought

-"yeah i bought it yesterday, you like it?"

-"love it very much" he continued rubbing himself on you, trying to make your scent stick on him

-"thank you heeseung but i really have to go now im gonna be late, go back to playing and i'll be home before you know it okay?" you slowly backed off and gave him another peck on his forehead and grabbed your shoes

-all he could do was stand there and pout, "how long do i have to wait?"

-you were done putting on your shoes and you opened the door, smiling as you were taking one last look at the boy and said "dont be silly, i'll be home soon, love you hee" you said as you left and shut the door

yeah heeseung would def make sure you'd wear that perfume 24/7 just bcz he loves it sm 😭

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a/n: sorry i went mia for 8 months 😪 i was busy but i'll try and post my drafts soon i just needa finish em up (also dont forget to leave a note if you enjoyed hehe)

#heeseung fluff #lee heeseung #heeseung drabbles #enhypen fluff #enhypen heeseung #heeseung

[villxinmiixx]

their darling with anger issues and an itching problem hcs

characters; all for one, shigaraki tomura, gigantomachia, dabi

♡ extreme anger issued reader, the reader itches their body when they get mad

♡ genre; extreme fluff, comfort, sort of cringe, idk i was mad and needed comfort from my villains <;/3

♡ extra; ooc all for one?

♡ note; i got angry from something and now im writing about it, also sorry for not posting fics!! ;( been really unmotivated and didn't know what to write even though i had a lot of drafts and asks with ideas already.

﹫ ALL FOR ONE; he thinks it's adorable when you get pissed off, and admirable when he sees you letting out your anger on a poor not-so innocent soul. he supports the whole idea of you killing someone (that's actually guilty of something) when you're angry. but he quickly realizes you're similar to tomura when you start itching your neck, your wrists, your arms, your calves, your scalp, etc.

ㅤwhen you start doing that near him he'll come to you and put his large hand on top of your head, pulling you closer when he put his other hand on your waist, and tug you into his embrace. smelling your hair and telling you to breathe slowly.

ㅤhe found out you have this problem when you were itching like crazy over not being able to do your hair right.

ㅤ“sweetheart, are you alright? ” he came up to you with a concerned face ( or a molded face with slightly frowned lips ) while he took your wrist to stop you from itching the side of your face. “huh? oh yeah! im fine, don't worry about it hunny! something just bit the side of my face and it was itchy. hehe ” you made up an excuse.

ㅤhe could practically feel your heartbeat going faster due to the tension. you smile while you grew nervous. you don't wanna make him worry, he's already too busy trying to make plans to end hero society. you don't wanna be a burden to him.

ㅤall for one lifted you up from the chair you sat on and hoisted your butt using his arms while your own was wrapped around his neck, your chin laying on his shoulder.

ㅤ“i know something terrible happened in your past for you to have this issue but i assure you i'll be with you every step of the way, and i want you to be beside me when i put japan onto it's knees. ” he told you in his soothing deep voice, you started tearing up. you pushed your face onto your husband's shoulder, feeling actual care coming from him.

﹫ SHIGARAKI TOMURA; whenever you get frustrated over the smallest things he'd look at you dumb founded before telling you to calm down while he wrapped an arm around your back and rubbing your forearm... as you itched away the skin on your wrists.. ( without him knowing )

ㅤhe only realized that you had an itching problem after dabi pointed out that you have one. “yo, shig. didn't know your bitch has an itching problem like you back then. ” “the fuck are you talking about, dabi. ” “yo ass don't know? she itches her skin each time she gets mad. ” your boyfriend stared at the black haired lieutenant. the fucking hell is this burnt fuck talkin' about?

ㅤhe didn't exactly know what to do; should he trust dabi and talk to you about it or just play it off as some weird joke. again, he didn't know what to do or should do. so he just checked up on you at random, ( surprisingly ) most of the times you weren't angry when he did. so of course he decided to just play it off as a weird joke dabi said.

ㅤbut one day he catched you itching your arm furiously as you screamed at an PLF worker for making an idiotic decision, he screamed at your name and you stopped itching and yelling at the unfortunate worker.

ㅤyou turned back to your normal nature clasping your hands and saying “yes, dear? ” flowers decorating your aura. “follow me. ” he said you gladly followed after shooting a quick glare at the person you were yelling at awhile ago.

ㅤwhen you and tomura were in a more private area you asked him if he needed you to help him with something.. or something - but he shook his head and placed his hands on your shoulder blades. “whenever you get pissed and start itching yell out my name, i'll be here to calm you down. ” “wh- what are you talking about? ” you start laughing off what your dearly beloved boyfriend told you, a sweat dropping from your face.

ㅤ“[your/name], you know what i'm talking about. ” his grip on your shoulders tightened. “hey you don't need to worry i'm fine! i don't have an itching problem! ” you smile warm heartedly. he took your arm and showed the red scratch marks on it. “eh- i swear it only happens sometimes, it's oka- ” before you can countinue your sentence he pulled you into a hug. mumbling comforting words in your ear, telling you it's okay. everything will be okay.

﹫ GIGANTOMACHIA; he didn't notice that quickly since of course, he's large and your height is not that able to compare to his. he found out when you were itching both your arms so strongly to the point you started bleeding, the smell of metallic and the sound of itching made him wonder. he looked around but there was no one there, it was just you and him. he examined you more and realized you're the reason why there's a metallic scent in the air and the sound of itching.

ㅤ“master... what are you doing? ” he asked, you stopped itching. “ah, machia i thought you were still sleeping. ” you smiled up at him rubbing your arms and pulling down the sleeves of your clothing. “master.. ” he frowned, while your sweat dropped. he lifted you up using a finger and laid you on the palm of his large hand.

ㅤ“master, you may always tell me if you have a problem you and master all for one know more than anyone i can defeat your enemies if any of you told me to. ” even when gigantomachia had a terrifying appearance, he's a sweetheart at times.

ㅤyou held his chin with your small hands are kissed his nose “thank you, machia. but i'm alright, really. it's just a small habit, it won't affect me that much. ” you smiled at him, a blush formed on your cheeks knowing he cared about you and would rather die than live alone if you or all for one left him, all alone.

﹫ DABI; “compress stop protesting, my bitch managed to hit more idiots than you. ” your boyfriend smugly smirked at his co-worker, while compress stared at him and sighed.

ㅤyou started itching your knees and legs out of frustration from not being able to full combo a song in pjsk ( project sekai ) a few minutes later you started itching your neck and the side of your face.

ㅤdabi started getting concerned, so he stood up from the comfortable sofa and went towards you. your boyfriend's arms snaked around your waist, placing his hand on your hip before he lead you to his room. dabi entered the room, his hand still on your hip while he turned the dim light on.

ㅤ“you okay, baby?” dabi asked, settling you down on his messy bed. your boyfriend's hands on the sides of your arms awaiting your answer. “i'm fine i just got a bit frustrated is all!” you replied, a sweat dropping down your face. dabi's lazy eyes stare at your face then slowly descended to your neck, he leaned into you and started kissing your neck and collarbone. a small blush appeared on your features, your face still frowning.

ㅤwhen dabi was finished kissing your neck, he pecked on your lips. “let's go to sleep early. how's that sound, doll?” he asked. “okay.. ” you said before dabi fixed your position on his bed. discarding his jacket, shirt and pants leaving him in his boxers. dabi placed himself beside you. you automatically wrap one of your legs on his waist and bundled up on his chest. your head laid on his masculine arm while his hand entangled itself in your hair, he put his free hand on your lower back moving it up and down.

ㅤnight's like these weren't that rare, but it didn't happen all the time either. so you enjoyed every second of it, and so did your lover. he cares, it's obvious. when later that night while you were asleep he put ointment on the places you've been scratching.

#⟨ villxinmiixx .ᐟ mixx #⟨ ooh .ᐟ mixx's fics #⟨ ooh .ᐟ mixx's creations #mixx #afo x reader #all for one x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #gigantomachia x reader #dabi x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader

[moonrisecoeur]

here have a lil sfw angsty draft i'll never finish as a treat bc i love you

“you won’t like me once you see the real me,” you tell him, hands greedily touching his waist even though you’re trying to push away. maybe you’re secretly hoping he won’t go. maybe you want him to be stubborn and rigid and fight back at every little thing you’re about to say. 

“you don’t know that,” he whispers. he doesn’t say all the things on his mind, but the words he does say hint to you what they are. you don’t know if he won’t like you, but that’s terrifying, isn’t it? 

“i do,” you say, hands grasping at his hips, and he wonders if this is all in an attempt to keep him from pulling away, “all i do is ruin things, ruin my relationships, destroy the people i love.”

“is this where you tell me you love me? do you think you’d ruin what we have?”

“it’s all i do,” you murmur, finally gaining the courage to pull away from leon, even though it hurts, even though you can see it on his face that it hurts him too, “i get… distant. i run away. i say the wrong things, you’ll… you’ll come to despise me. i can’t live in a reality where you barely tolerate me. i’m not strong enough to handle that.”

“i wouldn’t-”

“don’t say that. don’t ever say that,” you cut him off, shaking your head. you’re putting more and more distance and he worries that he’s slowly losing you, “everyone says that.”

a moment of silence passes, and leon can’t help the achy feeling in his stomach. he’s too nervous to talk, for fear he might say the wrong thing and you’ll run away and he’d never catch up to you again. 

“so…” you break the silence, and he looks up at you, desperate for some kind of clue. 

he can’t help the words as they come spilling past his lips, “you’re not wrong. anything’s possible. i could see your quirks and habits and all the little things you don’t like about yourself. i could hate all of those things, sure,” he says, taking a step closer, “but for now, i don’t. that’s all we know, is that i don’t yet.”

‘that’s… not very comforting…”

“i’d say you know the real me, honestly. there’s not much about me that you don’t know about. so, tell me, do you hate me? or… barely tolerate me?”

“well no, of course not, but-”

“but nothing. i’m just as messed up as you. you look at me with those pretty heart eyes like i’m not a broken shell of a guy sometimes. i say the wrong thing. i act like a dick. i’m … not always the best person, so…” he smiles softly, bringing his hand up to your cheeks, fingertips stroking your skin to soothe your worries.

“so…?” he tilts his head, shrugging, “so, maybe we’re both unlikable. honestly, i happen to like everything about you, but if you don’t believe that right away, that’s fine. if you’re awful, then so am i. we can be terrible people together.”

“you’re not terrible-”

he smiles softly, “yeah, maybe to you, but i could say the same thing."

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you

[spicyicetea]

So… I used to play Obey me a while back, but I finally decided to get back into it. You can thank Beel, I've always loved him. I decided that I'll open up my questions to any and all obey me related content but I also have a few ideas of my own I kinda want to write anyways.  I don't remember the plot of the original game that well. I know I could just go back and go through the chapters again, but I want to experience the game properly again so am currently waiting for the damn account deletion to be done so I can replay (Finally get to do it on the 19th). In the meantime,I've decided to start playing Nightbringer, I'm currently on Lesson 12, I don't remember what level though. I'm enjoying myself, Beel has been my focus since day one but seeing Diavolo in his demon form constantly… damn… ANYWAY!

Because I don't know the story as well as I generally know the characters, I have to make significant changes to the MC in my writing as I don't know all the vague lore you get about them every now and then. However, I've decided just blanking them out is too boring. A few complaints I've seen about x reader/xMCs is that they tend to be written with little to no significant personality, which makes sense to project upon but can become bland. I try to give my MCs different personalities and decide that I'll just do the same thing here. But, like more. I have one or two draft ideas but I'm still caught between them. I know I want to have the MC be an established character rather than a husk, it makes sense to have them be so blank for a game but it can sometimes make it hard to relate to such a blank slate in writing. (For me at least). Out of the drafts I've decided to go with, my first idea, which is to keep the Human MC but not have them be from the human world in the game. I was originally considering making the MC be from the real world, but to further differentiate the game MC to the way I want to write them, they're going to be from a world that is a bit more magical. It won't be blatantly in your face in the way of being overpowered or as strong as Solomon, but the MC isn't a pushover and doesn't like being disrespected. I suppose I should introduce our MC before posting the little preview to gauge interest. 

MEET MC:

Currently she is being represented by my persona, but there is 0 description of her appearance in the actual writing, well other than basic fem descriptors, tiddie and thicc thighs because I am a whore. Now you can kinda already see some vague lore with all the hands. As I mentioned before, this MC comes from a world with magic, including angels, demons and more. The five mentioned briefly in the drawing refers to some characters that help establish her backstory and why she is in the Devildom in the first place, they won't play key roles in the story itself, unless people are interested in who they are.

Obey me! x reader (slight Yandere/possessive behaviour)

Warnings: All writing on my page is either full Yandere or somewhat Yandere, with possessive tendencies. Many may include mentions of violence, swearing and sexual imagery. MDNI. Demons trying to stake their claim over you already.

Prologue kinda

The tip of my foot tapped against the tiles as I continued to whisk the frosting in the bowl, cradled in my arms. Swaying side to side to the tune I hummed under my breath, a soft tail curling around my ankle grounding me again. I look to my side with a smile, crouching down and running my free hand through the soft cats fur.

“Hiya Jiji, are you alright?” I cooed, my cat rolling onto her back.

I close my eyes in a smile as my fingers go to scratch between her ears, but instead brush against the cold floor. With a pout I open my eyes, only to stare at an unfamiliar floor. The air feels stagnant and keeps catching in my throat, randomly appearing somewhere else armed with only a whisk and a bowl of frosting would do that to someone though. At the sound of a loud “Ahem” I slowly rose from my hunched of position.

“Who are you?” A stern voice called from behind me, clearly not happy to have a visitor.

Biting my lip nervously I turned on my heels to face them only to be met with a hoard, oh wait group is the appropriate word. Scanning over their horns and defensive posture, they must be demons… but I had never seen any demons like them back home. Speaking of home, I don’t recognise this place at all from hell when I’d visit to do business. My eyes darted to the bracelet on my wrist, the charms dangling there and not responding as I pressed on them.

“Damn it…” I muttered under my breath.

“I’ll ask again, who are you?” The voice asked again far more forcefully.

I dropped my arm back to my sides as I looked up at the demons. Upon a second glance, it was clear that three of them weren’t demons but angels, well one seems to be human but a shady one at that. Despite the suffocating anxiety settling in, I bit my lip and debated my options. Dying in a foreign hell didn’t seem too nice right about now.

‘Remember Y/N, when meeting anyone, no matter their status, act polite and formal. It has the lowest likelihood of backfiring.’ A voice echoed in my mind.

As much as I hated it when… he decided to implant thoughts in my memory, they were often useful. Heeding the voice’s advice I promptly bowed, straightening my posture as a rose again.

“My name is Y/N, I’m a human.”

“Y/N? Human? How intriguing, how is a human like you here?” The man beside the first laughed, placing a hand on the stern one’s shoulder as he spoke.

As if sharing the same thought, the all turned to the white haired human before he chuckled awkwardly and shook his head.

“Don’t look at me, this isn’t my doing, I don’t know anyone named Y/N.”

I just stood silently, watching as they devolved into bickering, the red-head who had addressed me before standing aside with another man, entertained my their squabbles. That was until I received a firm poke to my shoulder. I jolt at the sudden contact, smacking them on the cheek with the whisk still in my hand.

“Oh, can I?” The ginger asked, motioning to the bowl tucked under my arm.

I raised a bow and just held the whisk up at his face, him leaning forward and licking the frosting off, starting blankly at me before changing to a content smile and licked the rest of the frosting off of it.

“Mmm, sweet, did you make this?”

“Huh? Well, yes?”

He nodded, grabbing my shoulders and turning to face the group, his yelling grabbing their attention.

“Lucifer! We’re keeping her!”

“What?! No we’re not!”

“I think it’s an amazing idea, Lucifer! She can move into the spare room in the House of Lamentation!”

“Diavolo… yes sir.” Lucifer sighed.

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And that’s how I ended up here, sat on a bed that was apparently now mine while a demon cooed and painted my nails.

“Ah, you look so adorable Y/N-chan,” Asmodeus sang, admiring my now dry nails.

It had only been a day since I had been… given refuge in this house, and it was already exhausting. The brothers seemed to not trust me, yet clung to me whenever I went into shared living spaces. I’ve been jumped on, bit and two of the brothers even started yelling at each other when their “Y/N schedule” overlapped. It wasn’t all bad though. The brothers weren’t the only ones present at the time and the others seemed to stick around.

As Asmodeus dragged me by my arm out of the room into the library, I gulped as all eyes drew to us, their hungry stares sending shivers up my spine. As my eyes met a pair of friendly gold ones, a grin spread on Diavolo’s face, ushering me over.

“Ah, Y/N, are both of you done with your pampering? Come sit with us!” Diavolo grinned, patting his thigh.

I walk over to sit between him and Barbatos, standing waiting for an opportunity to sit down. Both of them looked at each other with a smirk, Diavolo leaning back and patting his thigh again.

“Come, what has you hesitating?” He grinned.

“Wait, you want me to… sit on-“

Diavolo leant forwards, intertwining our fingers as he pulled me towards himself, using his other hand to spin me around and sit me on his thigh. I tense up, hands shooting to sit in my lap. His hands stay on my hips, rubbing up and down my sides as he casually continued to speak to brothers.

“Lucifer, have you thought about our previous discussion?”

“Yes, my brothers and I would be more than able to monitor her at RAD.”

“Wait what?” I ask, turning back to look at Diavolo.

He just chuckled and leant forwards, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“Well, you must be here for some reason even if you’re unaware, so we’ve decided to let you stay. To help you integrate into the Devildom we’re enrolling you in RAD, the Royal Academy of Diavolo. Lucifer and his brothers will look after you during your stay, so if any problems come up, please do tell them. I don’t mind if you come visit Barbatos and I though, I can always make time for… special guests.”

His horns rubbed against the back of my neck as his grip tightened when the other brothers come into the library. Yeah… this is going to be a stressful stay.

Yay finally managed to copy past this without my tumblr having a stroke. I hope you people like this, I’m down horrendous for these men and really want an excuse to write for these characters. The relationships will build quickly and each new update will focus on a character primarily, perhaps with nsfw? Idk depends on how well you all take this. There are some characters I think would make sense to get close to first in this so I’ll make it up to y’all. As much as I want Diavolo sadly I don’t think, going down the harem route, that he’d be the first one you offically started dating, he’d probably be either after or just before Lucifer to be honest.

#x reader #yandere x reader #obey me x reader #obey me #yandere obey me #yandere obey me x reader #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me beelzebub

[threadsun]

I know you already have a fuck ton of drafts and probably asks, but I was wondering if you could do some comfort stuff relating to having a nightmare? I had one earlier and..yeah. *scurries away*

Of course I can!! I'm so sorry you had a nightmare, darling <3 I'll do little scenarios of each of them giving comfort!

Everything is... wrong. You're trying to run, but you're so slow. Your eyes can't stay open. You feel yourself slowly collapsing to the floor. They're gaining on you. Whoever they are, whatever they want, they're almost here. They're almost—

The bed is too hot. You're drenched in sweat, struggling to catch your breath in the stifling heat surrounding you. Your muscles are tense, whole body aching like you'd actually been running.

Head pounding, lungs heavy... Your throat feels raw. Were you screaming? You can feel the tears tracking down your cheeks. You choke out a sob, throwing the covers off yourself and letting the cool air soothe your burning skin.

Jack:

"Mmmn... Sunspot...?"

He cracks open one eye, voice groggy and low. He is, unsurprisingly, not much of a night person. But once he sees your distress, he's alert and awake.

"Sunspot, what's wrong?" His arms are around you loosely, letting you know you can pull away if you need.

But you don't want to pull away. Unlike the stifling heat of the blankets, he radiates a more comforting warmth. You let yourself collapse in his arms.

"Nightmare." The words are muffled, your face buried in his chest.

"Oh no..." He sounds so sympathetic, so genuine. "I'm so sorry. Do you want to talk about it?"

You shake your head. He pulls you closer and settles a gentle kiss on the top of your head. His hand rubs soothing circles on your back, and you feel yourself beginning to relax in his embrace.

"It's okay, I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you." His voice is a reassuring murmur, sending waves of calm through you. "You're safe. You're here with me. Do you want to do some grounding?"

He pulls away just enough to look at you, and you nod. He reaches behind you to turn on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in a soothing glow.

"Alright, let's start with five. What are five things you can see?"

You focus, glancing around the room. "Um... The pillow. The window. The closet. My shoes. And you."

"Very good." Jack is still rubbing your back soothingly. "Now, four things you can feel."

You close your eyes and focus. "The sheets. The breeze from the window. The mattress under us. Your hand on my back."

"Perfect. Now, three things you can hear."

"There's a bird outside. And some cars." You smile a bit, "and your voice."

"Wonderful. Two things you can smell?"

"The sheets smell like fabric softener. And... you smell sweet." You're smiling again, leaning against him to bask in the nice scent.

"Last one, you're doing so well, Sunspot! Now, one thing you can taste."

You focus. All you can taste is your own mouth, dry from the nightmare. But something is pressing against your lips. You part them, shooting a questioning glance at Jack as he slips something into your mouth.

"Sweet." The taste of candy melts on your tongue, some boiled sweet that you begin to suck on.

"Perfect," Jack beams at you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "See? All better."

You relax in his arms with a content sigh, the bad dream slipping easily from your mind. "Yeah, all better."

Ian:

"Oh gosh... um..."

You jump at the sound of Ian's sleepy voice. He's snuck into your bed again, like he does every night once you've fallen asleep. It's silly, and usually you find it endearing, the way he insists on having his own room but always ends up back in your bed. But right now, you're too shaken to feel that usual fondness.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He sits up, giving you a little space so you can catch your breath. "Bad dream?"

You nod. Usually it's the other way around, you waking up to him crying out in his sleep. It's a small comfort, knowing that he understands what it's like to be on this side of things.

"It's okay. It was just a dream." His hand finds yours, fingers lacing together as he gives a reassuring squeeze. "You're awake now, whatever it was can't get you here."

He picks up your free hand, pressing it to his chest. You can feel his heart beating steadily under your palm. It starts to beat faster at the contact, and you can't help but smile.

"Here, try breathing with me."

He takes deep, slow breaths. Holds them. Releases them slowly. In through the nose, out through the mouth. It takes a few tries to match your breaths up with his, but once you get it, you can feel your body relaxing.

"Good," his voice is quiet, focused. He's determined to keep his breathing steady for you. "Keep breathing."

It's nice, having something to focus on. Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Feel his heartbeat steadying under your hand. In. Hold. Out. Feel your own steadying in your chest. In. Hold. Out. Hear the soft counting under his breath. In. Hold. Out.

"There we go..." He presses your hand tighter to his chest for just a moment before letting go. "Feeling better?"

You nod, smiling softly. "Thanks."

"Need some cuddles?" He opens his arms with a hopeful smile. Bashful, like you might say no.

You simply nod again, letting him fold you into his arms. He traces little patterns across your back and shoulders, letting his breathing match yours once more as you settle in. Your ear is pressed to his chest, and you can hear his heart beat in a steady rhythm.

"That's the good thing about bad dreams."

He's thoughtful. It's a quiet musing, half to himself and half to you. It doesn't make much sense. You glance up at him, waiting for him to elaborate.

He flushes when he notices you staring. But he sounds confident in his explanation. More confident than he sounds about most things.

"You can always wake up from them."

Shaun:

"Come here, kitten." Shaun pulls you into his lap, petting your head gently. "It's okay, it's okay. It was just a bad dream."

You feel secure in his arms. Engulfed by his hug. You know he can protect you from anything. And he's so gentle, rocking you back and forth with soothing little hums.

"It's okay. You're okay. I promise, you're safe now." His voice is a gentle murmur.

He continues to whisper soft, calming words. The rocking helps you relax, your breathing returning to normal. You close your eyes and nuzzle against him. He's so comfortable.

"Want to tell me about it?" He finally asks the question, once you've relaxed in his arms.

You hesitantly nod. "I don't remember much, but... someone was chasing me. I tried to run, but I couldn't. I... I don't know who it was or why they were chasing me. But every time I tried to move, I went so slowly and I felt so sleepy. I just couldn't run."

Shaun listens, nodding along as you speak. He considers it very seriously for a moment. He looks so deep in thought, you don't want to risk interrupting him by speaking.

Finally, decisively, he speaks. "Well, clearly it was some sort of sleep witch who's also a mail carrier. They were trying to catch up to you to deliver a letter. But you were running so fast, they had to use their sleep powers to make you too tired to run."

He sounds so... certain of it. He looks so determinedly sure. You can't help but laugh. The memory of the bad dream softens as you consider this. It turns from something scary into something silly, something you're no longer afraid of.

He always knows how to do this. As good as he is at injecting horror into the mundane, he's just as good at taking the fangs out of something scary and turning it into something funny.

"What was the letter about?" You watch him eagerly, knowing he'll run with the story.

"Well, it was a letter to invite you to the annual witches ball, of course!" He rests his chin on the top of your head, holding you as his voice drops into that story teller tone that soothes you so well.

"The annual witches ball? Tell me more!"

You settle into his arms, ready for him to weave you an epic tale of magic and mischief, balls and baddies. A story where you're strong enough to face anything that comes your way, and everything turns out happily ever after.

You can see the wheels turning in his head, the spark of creativity shining in his eyes. He's excited to craft a story for you. One that he hopes will lull you to sleep. After a moment, he begins to speak.

"Let me start at the beginning..."

Nick:

He just watches you at first. Letting you throw off the covers, catch your breath, process that you're awake. He doesn't want to overwhelm you with too much at once.

Once you seem to have your bearings, he scoots closer to you. He rests a hand on your back, leaving himself open for you to hug him if you need to.

You take the opportunity gratefully, wrapping your arms around him and clinging tightly to him. He's careful to match you, arms exactly as tight around you as yours are around him.

He holds you as you cry, keeping his breathing steady and his arms around you. He's here. Silent, but here. Ready to calm you as soon as you've gotten out the emotions that you need to.

When your tears subside into little sniffles, he finally speaks.

"What do you need right now?"

It's a simple question, free of judgement. He just wants to know what you need. To know if it's something he can provide. You consider the question for a moment before shaking your head.

"I don't know."

"That's alright." He pulls away just enough to cup your face, thumbs brushing away the last of your tears. "Can I try something?"

You nod. He lets go of you, shifting to sit cross legged on the bed beside you. He's close enough for you to reach out and touch if you need to, but he's giving you room to move.

"Can you wiggle your fingers and toes for me?"

He's slipped into his soft dom voice, the one he uses when he wants people to feel safe with him, to know he'll praise them for doing as he says. The voice works. You wiggle your fingers and toes.

"Very good. Now, I want you to open and close your hands. Make tight little fists and then spread your hands out as much as you can."

You follow his instructions once more, and are again rewarded with that soft praise. He tells you to stretch you arms. Stretch your legs. Pull them both as close to your body as you can. Reach as high up as you can. Turn your head from side to side, as far as you can each way.

"You're doing so well for me." His voice is so soothing. "Now, can you tell me what you were upset about?"

You had become so preoccupied with the stretches, so focused on the tensing and relaxing of your muscles, that the nightmare had completely slipped your mind. Now that he was bringing it back, it seemed trivial.

"Just a bad dream."

Nick smiles, holds his arms out for you. He lets you settle on his chest, laying in his arms. He holds you like you're the most precious thing in the world. Like he'd never let anything harm you.

"Exactly." He kisses your forehead. "It was just a bad dream."

Joseph:

"Y'alright, doll?" His voice is half muffled by the pillow his face is pressed into, one arm reaching out to wrap around you.

You try to answer, but all you can let out is a little sob. This gets his attention. He sits up, yawning and rubbing his eyes as he tries to figure out what's going on.

Once he starts to understand, he shifts closer, arms wrapping around you and chin resting on your shoulder. You let yourself lean back against him, furiously wiping away your tears.

"Hey, it's fine. You can cry if you need to. What happened?"

"Nightmare." You want to say more, but your throat is so tight.

"Aw, fuck, doll. I'm sorry." He pulls you against him, holding you tight. "Wanna talk about it?"

You shake your head. You don't want to think about it any more. You just want to feel safe in his arms, to remember that he'll never let anything hurt you.

"Hmm..." He yawns, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Wanna hear about my dream? It was a nice one, promise."

You smile a bit. You can tell he's still thinking about sleep. As much as his tired brain is thinking at all. And it's sweet, that he's willing himself to stay awake like this for you.

"Yeah."

"Well, you were there." He yawns again. "We were at the beach. Which is funny, cause I don't really like the beach. But we were there together. And the sand was so warm... and there were these colourful fish... and the breeze was really nice too..."

Between yawns, his sleepy voice tells you every little detail about this beach visit. The soft towel the two of you lay on, the sound of the palm trees behind you swaying in the wind, the smell of a barbecue wafting up from somewhere down the beach.

It sounds so peaceful. So lovely. You let your eyes close and try to imagine yourself there with him. You can almost feel your toes digging into the warm sand. His skin against yours feels almost sun-warmed, and his voice is as soothing as the ocean waves.

He's starting to fall asleep again. So are you. The two of you, cuddled up in bed together, eyes struggling to stay open. His voice fades on occasion before picking up again.

You're not sure which one of you falls asleep first. All you know is that you're warm and loved, held and protected. That you're dreaming of beaches and laughter, with Joseph by your side. His voice fades into a dream.

"...warm beaches...warm sand..."

Jean:

It takes you a moment to process where you are. There's a hand, rubbing soothing circles on your back. Jean's already awake. It's not surprising, but you wonder how much of the nightmare he was aware of.

"Hey," his voice is quiet. "You're awake now."

The simple reminder is enough to make you feel a little calmer. You're awake now. The bad dream is gone, and there's nothing it can do to hurt you anymore.

"I didn't want to upset you by waking you up." His hand continues its path around your back, tightening into a little spiral and then back again. "Are you ready to get up?"

Your breathing has just about evened out. You're no longer shaking, sweating, crying. You're just slowly coming back to your senses. The question draws a confused sound from you.

"Trust me, sweetheart." His voice is soothing, taking your hands and pulling you out of bed with him. "The last thing you want to do after a nightmare is keep laying in bed. Let's get as far from the bed as possible, and we can find a way to make you feel better."

It makes sense, once he explains. You let him lead you into the kitchen, let him pick you up and sit you on the counter. He's right, being in a different room helps. The bright lights of the kitchen feel so far removed from the dark bedroom. From the nightmare.

"Cookies and cocoa?" He's already rooting through the freezer for some cookie dough he'd made a few weeks back.

"Yes please."

He pulls out the dough, placing a couple of balls on a baking sheet and preheating the oven. He sets about making the hot cocoa as well. He makes it properly, on the stovetop with milk and cocoa powder and sugar.

Watching him work is calming. Everything about this is so different from your nightmare that it's hard to hold on to that fear. It's easy to get lost in the moment instead, watching him potter around the kitchen in his cute little apron.

He's whisking sugar and cream now, handmade whipped cream to go with the marshmallows he'd made the night before. You're spoiled. It's wonderful.

"Do you want cacao nibs on top or chocolate flakes?" It feels like only moments have passed, but the cookies are cooling on a plate and the hot cocoa is served into two large mugs.

You make your choice and watch as he garnishes the drink like a professional. It's always captivating to watch him in the kitchen, and it's the perfect way to keep your mind from returning to the dream.

Instead, you sit with him and snack. It's cosy. Warm. It feels nice to just relax with him and forget the bad dream. He smiles at you, propping his chin on his palm.

"What?" You wipe at your mouth, wondering if you've got crumbs on your face.

He smiles and shakes his head.

"Nothing. I'm just glad you're okay."

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jack #sdj ian #sdj shaun #sdj nick #sdj joseph #sdj jean #sunny day jack x reader #ian duff x reader #shaun durand cofer x reader #nick herraras x reader #joseph haberdae x reader #jean laurent x reader #gn!reader #18+ only #sunshine #strawberryckes

[mammoney-22]

Found this in my drafts so here lol

Headcanon that my MC is straight up an animal magnet. Almost every time they go out, they come back with something. As a result HOL is always crawling with critters they're trying to find homes for -and a few permanent residents because someone got too attached.

Minor edits made May 31st. Mainly grammatical stuff.

At first a few of the brothers were pretty fed up. But anytime a threat of any kind was made towards the animals MC just appeared out of thin air with the most terrifying expression on their face.

*random goat that followed them home, currently eating Beel's snacks -package and all*

Beel, about to lose his shit: How would you feel if I ate you?!

MC leaning into the room, smiling: I'll replace your snacks, but touch the goat and I'll make a real nice roast outta you.

Beel and the goat actually became bffs after this.

Satan sitting in the common room, book in one hand, scruffed puppy in the other: This is the last time you interrupt my reading you little runt!

MC wrapping their arms around his neck from behind, whispering softly: Put the puppy down, Satan.

Satan, slowly setting the pup back on the couch: When- how- ?!

MC: I was summoned.

He still thinks cats are better, but he definitely cried when the puppy left.

Mammon gently yeeting a rabbit (did not hurt it dw) when he caught it eating his money: That's not lettuce ya dumb furball!

*turning around and seeing MC in the doorway*

Mammon: M-MC, um.. when did you get here?

MC, scooping up the rabbit: I mean this in the nicest way possible because I love you, throw her again, and I'll burn every Grimm of yours that I can find ❤

*Mammon.exe has stopped responding because they said they loved him while also threatening him*

He's not turned on or confused thank you

Won't admit he likes the bunny but MC catches him dressing her up in little yellow tinted sunglasses and gold chains like two days later.

*MC regularly comes to dinner with a snake wrapped around their neck or arms, sometimes a lizard tucked in their hoodie pocket, or some strange insect/arachnid perched on their shoulder*

Levi:

Simply stops functioning because not only are you nice to him, but you seem to appreciate the more widely considered 'strange' creatures as much as he does

Generally asks to hold said creature

And take pictures -of you holding the thing obviously

You just.. look so much cooler than him! Obviously.

Mammon:

Poor baby nearly shits himself when you sit next to him and he realizes there's some horrifying, eight legged, kitten-sized thing clinging to your shoulder

He tries to ignore it but he's leaning away from you the entire meal

"Ain't ya afraid of anything, human?!"

Lucifer:

Sincerely doesn't fucking care anymore.

He tried being mad for so long and you just ignored it

I mean, animals at the dinner table? C'mon MC.

Fuck it.

At least your little creatures are less rowdy than his brothers

Asmo

Do you care about him at all?!

Fear isn't good for him

Nor are gross things.

And that spiny, hissing thing clinging to your forearm was the definition of his bane

Satan

Thoroughly amused with his brother's reactions

Finds your creatures fascinating

Not fazed when one makes its way across the table and up his arm

This causes Asmo to nearly faint as the thing becomes much closer to him

Satan obviously shoves it in his face

Till MC basically rips his head off

They're delicate, he gets it now

Please stop lecturing him it's kinda scary

And hot?

#obey me crack #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me headcannons #obey me lucifer #obey me! #shall we date obey me

[sxnyarostova]

grishaverse rarepair exchange for @foxhanbin!!!

prompt: Zoya/Alina, s1 rivals to lovers instead? so canon divergence, maybe whatever happens differently due to them falling in love?

hello! thank you so much for this wonderful request i sank my teeth into this one and it was such a joy to write this canon-divergent piece. i have a whole au regarding this fic so I'll just do a very quick plot summary. basically, zoya overhears a conversation between baghra and the darling regarding the latter's intent/manipulation of alina and rushes to warn her, but catches her fleeing the little palace. knowing that alina will most definitely not survive on her own (and consequently die, leaving the country without hope), zoya runs away with alina and the two of them hide out in the ravkan woods for a while as they try to get across the fold (they need to get out of ravka so that alina can train and stuff before she wrecks the fold). they eventually bump into nikolai, who offers to help them, and the rest of it is pretty much the same (except some divulgences as the whole amplifier debacle plays out differently). please enjoy this snippet of the beginning of this au! <3

She has got to get out of here.

There is nothing but trouble at the Little Palace, nothing but daggers carefully veiled and tucked away in the smiles of the people around her. The very thought of her being wielded as a blade by the very man she’d trusted– by the man she’d poured her trust into like water into a jug– manages to chill her to the bone despite the woolly kefta wrapped around her shoulders. The biting wind seems to spread from Alina’s insides, threatening to freeze her blood if she isn’t careful. She shivers despite herself and finds her gaze shifting downwards. 

Spread out beneath her dangling feet is one of many gardens within the Little Palace’s sprawling structure; from the second-storey window she’s currently leaning out of, everything looks miniature; as if it’s part of an ant colony. She despises everything right now and wishes that Mal had never been drafted to go on that sandskiff, but now is not the time for hindsight and wishful thinking. 

“It’s all in perspective,” she whispers, slowly inching off the ledge. Trust is what has driven her to desperation; desperation is what’s currently driving her to climb out of this stupid window, fear seizing her rabbiting heart. Shifting her weight so that she’s free to take a ginger step onto the roof shingles, she tries her hardest not to scrabble as she slides down the brickwork, one meticulously placed step at a time.

Alina has never been great at climbing: she guesses that’s why she loses her footing and all but scrabbles down the slanted surface, hands desperately clawing at the brickwork. She’s going to die here, she thinks, with hardly a single friend left in the world; she’s going to fall from this roof, break her neck, and–

She has never believed in miracles. Alina had learned a long, long time ago that hoping and believing and praying would never work in her favour: the Saints weren’t real, and the only… thing that she could rely on was her pluck. That’s why she decides that what happens then is not a miracle; it’s an act of goodwill from a person, not a Saint. A living, breathing person with a kefta of blue, her hands pushing a cushioning gust of wind upwards.

Landing in an undignified heap on the ground, Alina does not dare look up. She doesn’t want to see Zoya’s blazing eyes, her curled lip: Alina Starkov wants with all her heart to leave and never look back at the Little Palace. Fold be damned, she thinks: there is nothing left for her here. But life and fate have never been particularly kind to her, and Alina braces for the worst when Zoya opens her mouth.

“Well? Where’s my thank-you, Starkov?”

Alina blinks, and her eyes narrow. “I’m sorry?”

“I just saved you from certain death,” Zoya says slowly. “I think that deserves a thank-you of some kind; don’t you?”

“You’re not going to ask–?”

Zoya exhales and gives her hair a toss. Her outfit for the fete is nothing short of a feast for the eyes; dressed in a lightning-blue kefta trimmed with mink fur, Zoya looks like a queen. Something in Alina tells her to genuflect in some way: it takes everything in her not to crumble on the spot.

“I heard something,” Zoya admits, wringing her hands together. She glances over both her shoulders, and as if she’s letting Alina in on the darkest secret in the world, leans in and says, “The Darkling– he’s not what–”

“I know. He’s been—” Alina hesitates because it’s not real unless she says it aloud: nothing is. She takes a deep breath. “He’s been using me.” 

“Oh, but you don’t know; not all of it, at least. Do you really think Baghra would've told you the whole truth?”

“No, but I’ve got to work with what I’ve got, don’t I?”

Zoya bites her lip and does another scan of her surroundings. “Have you a clue of where you’re going, Alina, or what you’re going to do?” A pause. “Don’t look at me like that. Tell me, before I make the mistake of sending the only hope this country has to her death.”

“I’m not–”

“You are. Don’t stand there with sunlight threaded in your hair and tell me that you’re not the lone candle in the rippling dark, Alina.”

“And so what if I am?” Alina exclaims. “It’s not like anyone else– they all see me as nothing but a weapon, Zoya, and since when did you stop thinking like that?” 

“I never thought of you as a weapon,” Zoya says quietly. “Jealousy is a monstrous creature, Alina: I hope you never have to brush heads with it.”

It’s a funny idea to entertain, the thought of Zoya Nazyalensky being jealous of her. Animosity is a concept easier to understand; jealousy, on the other hand, is notched with nuance and partiality, a grey area that Alina doesn’t quite know how to navigate. She has been jealous of many people in her life; being the seed and origin of the feeling, however, is novel to her.  

“You keep dodging my questions,” Zoya observes suddenly, before stating quite frankly, “You don’t have a plan.”

“I’m adaptable,” Alina argues. The beads of sand are rollicking down the hourglass, each one sliding downwards faster than the one before, and she needs to go; she won’t be able to breathe properly and rest her fraying nerves until an ocean separates her from Ravkan soil. “Zoya, if you’ve got something to say– let it out.”

“I’m coming with you: you’d be as good as dead, going off alone.”

Alina wants to be offended, but she feels more relieved than anything. Zoya is, to Alina’s chagrin, clairvoyant in her predictions. The two of them will be okay together; Alina’s never acknowledged miracles or saints, but what she does believe in is fate, and strings the colour of trickling blood. 

“All right,” Alina finds herself saying. “All right.”

(A storm ravages through Ravka that night, one of fantastical proportions. Later, there are rumours of daylight gracing the darkest evening sky– some dismiss them as searchlights angled in the wrong direction, or shooting stars that’ve strayed from their trajectories. Others believe it to be the second coming of the Sun Saint, the one that the Darkling claims to be mourning. 

Somewhere, the woods are aglow with the mingling brilliance of thunder and sunlight.)

#grishapairexchange #zoyalina #zoya nazyalensky #alina starkov #amity writes

[silvercap]

Do you have any tips for new writers?

Also is there a way to not get too caught up in engagement and stats? I'm kinda having this problem and it is taking the motivation out of things a bit 😭

That's a good question! This post got a little long, so I'm implementing a break lol

I don't exactly have specific rules, but I think my biggest tip for someone writing for the first time is to go easy on yourself and give yourself time to get better. I struggle a lot with perfectionism and the nasty habit of being harder on myself than anyone else ever will be, but it's important to acknowledge that we are our own worst critics and that improvement is only measurable by practicing through the early stuff. I encourage a lot of experimenting, especially when you're starting out--try new things and ways of writing and slowly collect the ones that work for you. I've taken plenty of classes on the logistics of writing and technical tips, but those aren't necessarily helpful for everyone to focus on when they're starting out. I think in first drafts and initial writing, it's better to write from whatever urge possesses you to do so and not get caught up in the technicalities. Those are often more helpful when editing, but it really depends on the way your brain works!

Over time, you'll start to build up a sense of flow and style and the general rhythm of writing engaging paragraphs, which brings me to my next point--reading. It's been said before, but I'll say it again: Reading is one of the best ways to develop a sense of rhythm and effective imagery/idiom/etc. I've also spent plenty of classes analyzing the effectiveness of (I forget the exact word) elements like metaphor or allegory or symbolism or anaphora or any other technical term you can think of that is commonly used to convey specific literary concepts. Reading, on its own, is a great tool for subconsciously noticing the flow of writing and getting a sense for it, but sometimes just taking notice of certain paragraphs that feel right to you or just hit in the right way can allow you to analyze them more deeply and find out what exactly it is about the words that works. Everyone has their own preferences! That might seem daunting, but often the best resources we as writers have is each other, and everyone is inspired by someone else at some point. I'm totally here to take asks and answer any questions I may have brought up because I'm rambling a little bit and like I said: technical aspects aren't necessarily helpful to focus on all at once, and I recommend trying one out at a time to see how it works for you. If that makes sense!

My biggest piece of advice is to have fun with it! Experiment. Put in that weird little thing you think nobody else will like, because often those are the best parts of writing. Do what you feel sounds right! Not to Wayne Gretzky you, but you can only get better or 'succeed' by trying it out and seeing where it takes you. We write because we have ideas we want to share or explore for ourselves, and trying to force yourself to write something you're not passionate about is rarely lucrative.

As for engagement and stats--now, that's a whole other beast. We all want to be noticed and appreciated and commented on, and it's hard sometimes to post a fic and have less engagement than you hoped, but I have a couple things I like to keep in mind for this. It's discouraging, for sure, but people on ao3 or similar sites don't always show their appreciation even if they read and liked your fic. The only way we can fix this as a collective community is to lead by example and comment/kudos/share the fics we read in the hopes that it will catch on and to spread the love to everyone else. I also find it helpful to think about the people who do leave kudos--even if there are only one or two of them--as not just random usernames, but actual living, breathing people who read your fic and enjoyed it. There's that post somewhere about ten likes not seeming like much in the scheme of social media and the influence that virality has had on the internet in recent years, but to have ten people standing in a room with you giving you a thumbs up? That's a lot of people. Even if you get very little engagement, that is not a reflection of you as a person or even necessarily your skill. I know that this can be draining, but the only way to try and build an audience is to post. Sometimes it takes a long time for fics to be noticed. Sometimes things fail. It's up to you how you want to take that, and I can't tell you any of this for certain. I just know from my personal experience that finding a community is only accomplishable by interacting and posting and sharing and existing, and often someone will come along when you don't expect it.

None of this is guaranteed. Hell, take everything I say with a critical eye and more than a few grains of salt, because this is only my experience and god am I still learning. These are things that help me, and I hope some of this is helpful to you, too! What I can tell you for certain is that I encourage you to write and pursue it as far as you want to, and even farther than that. It takes hard work. It can feel like nobody is listening. And ughhhhh the writer's block suuuuuucks. But, you're not alone in this. Anything you've felt is something another writer has felt before, and I think, at least, that there's comfort in knowing you're following in the footsteps of even the writers we consider to be great in both their success and flaws. Maybe I'm being a little lofty ahaha, but it comes down to whether or not you want to write. You can only decide how this goes, and it takes time to work through the barriers of both skill and the anxious fear of not being seen. I see you! And I'm here in the asks anytime you want :)

And even if you fail and give up--you're no less of a writer for it, because you tried, and I think that matters. The lovely thing about being alive and being writers is that we can change and grow, and there will always be a place for you among creators if you choose to join them, no matter how amateur you feel or how long you do it for.

#idk if this answers your question lmao #asks #I could also maybe find more practical resources for physically writing if that's what you were hoping for ahaha

[esperosisdoeswriting]

I have done an audio reading of the Prologue of Nobody's Fool, so if you're interested in listening to me read my story, feel free to listen. I'll also post the text in case you want to read along. This is the final draft, so this is what will be in the book once it's published.

Also, voice reveal, I guess?

Prologue, Word Count: 2,088

The clouds began to darken bit by bit as they rolled over the wheat fields and gentle mountains. The blue sky slowly retreated behind the deep gray clouds that swelled with the promise of rain.

Victoria pouted as she stared out the classroom window, her chin resting on her palm, light brown fingers curled against her face, as her other hand idly twirled her black hair. She hadn't brought her umbrella today. She didn't think she would need it. When her mom shooed her and her brothers out the door that morning, there wasn't a cloud in the sky. But harsh winds had blown storm clouds overhead as she sat in class all day.

She really wished school wasn't so boring, considering it was where she spent a lot of her time. She wished they taught magic, even just the basics or history of it, or something. Victoria knew she couldn't use magic, no matter how badly she wanted to, no matter how unfair it was that she couldn't. But it would be nice to just learn about it! Plus, it was way more interesting than math, English, and-

"Victoria," Mrs. Lance called out to her, snapping the girl's attention back to her teacher. "Do you know the answer?"

Victoria blinked as the rest of the class turned and stared at her. "Uhh… Yeah! It's… um…" she wracked her brain, desperate to try and remember what the question was.

Mrs. Lance sighed in annoyance as Victoria stalled, "Victoria. You're in 5th grade. You should know how old the Empress is."

"Oh!" Victoria perked up, "She's 743 years old, right?"

Mrs. Lance's annoyed expression melted into a smile, "That's correct, Victoria. Our wise and powerful Empress is 743 years old, having been born in the year 1257. Now, can anyone tell me when she founded the great American Empire?"

A hand shot straight up into the air from across the room, the owner of the pale arm hidden from Victoria's view by the other children.

"Yes, Samantha?"

"The American Empire was founded in the year 1282 after the fall of the British Isles 718 years ago," the little girl announced.

"Very good!" Mrs. Lance praised her as she wrote the dates down on the chalkboard, some of the children scribbling in their notebooks while others, like Victoria, kept their eyes trained on the clock above Mrs. Lance's head, counting the seconds until class was over for the day. A flash of yellow caught the corner of Victoria's eye and she turned to look. The girl from before, Samantha, was leaning back in her chair to peer at her.

Waves of blonde hair cascaded off her shoulders as she smiled at Victoria, peeking her head behind the back of another student to catch her eye. Victoria blinked at her, and Samantha smiled brighter.

The school bell rang shrilly, cutting Mrs. Lance off mid-sentence as her classmates began to launch themselves out of their seats.

"Remember to do your math homework! I want to see the whole worksheet done by school tomorrow!" Mrs. Lance called out to them as a small group of boys practically ran out of the room, their feet pounding on the wooden boards. Victoria gathered up her own things and glanced back toward Samantha, only catching a glimpse of her blonde hair and bright pink dress as she disappeared out the door.

She shrugged and threw her bag over her shoulder, following another group of her classmates towards the door.

"Victoria," Mrs. Lance stopped her.

Victoria frowned and looked at her teacher, "Yeah?"

"Try to pay more attention in class, ok?"

"I got the answer right," she pouted.

"Only after I reminded you what the question was," Mrs. Lance pointed out.

"Then just ask me the question again," she shrugged.

"That's not the point-"

"I gotta help mama with the chickens. It's gonna rain," Victoria cut her off as she hurried out the door, ignoring the annoyed sound Mrs. Lance made as she left.

She made her way down the short hallway towards the main entrance as the other classes began to funnel out as well, filling the hallways with chatter and excited laughter. Victoria glanced at the window and scowled as water droplets began to splash against the glass. She was hoping she could make it home before it began to rain, but it was just her luck that it started right as she was leaving.

She heard squeals and giggles from the other kids as they zipped up their brightly colored raincoats and pulled out their umbrellas before jumping out the door. A few even changed into rain boots before running outside just as the rain began to fall properly.

Victoria's scowl deepened as she stepped to the side, letting the other children pass her by, watching her classmates laugh and play in the rain as they began the long trek down the mountain. She looked down at her own clothes, old sneakers, jean shorts, and her favorite white T-shirt with flowers on it. Not exactly the best clothes to brave the oncoming downpour.

She let out a sigh and braced herself for the chill. It was still early autumn, so it shouldn't be too cold, and she could always have a bath when she got home to warm up. Although mom would take her back outside when she got home to help with the chickens, so probably best to take her bath after that. But she definitely needed to take it before dinner, or dad would be furious.

But she could worry about that after she got home.

She knew if she took the forest path, the trees would shield her from the majority of the rain as she made her way down the hill to town, but she also knew that the rain would turn the path slick with mud, and if she tracked mud into the house, mom would rip her ear off while screaming bloody murder at her.

The other option was the winding road leading down the hill, safer but with less tree coverage, meaning she would definitely get completely soaked before she made it back home. Not that she was planning on staying dry anyway, but it was a lot longer of a trek.

She didn't really like either option, but she couldn't exactly spend the night at school, and she knew her parents weren't gonna bring the car around for her.

"Quit being a baby, Viccy," Xavier, her older brother, swatted her on the back of the head before walking out into the rain.

"I'm not being a baby!" Victoria shouted after him as Lamar, her younger brother, followed quickly behind him, sticking his tongue out at her. "I'm just weighing my options!"

Xavier rolled his brown eyes, "You're in your own head way too much. Stop thinking so hard. You're gonna fry your brain."

"Not that there's much to fry!" Lamar giggled before Xaiver swatted him in the back of the head, causing him to whine.

"Be nice to your older sister, squirt."

"She's only a year older than me!" he whined.

"That means you're seven years younger than me in dog years!" Victoria called back to them as they continued to walk away.

"Shut up!" he yelled back at her, "You're ugly!"

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever," Victoria muttered under her breath. She didn’t even consider walking home with her brothers. She learned her lesson the last time when Lamar stomped his feet in the muddy water, splashing it all over the backs of her legs. Xavier wasn’t happy about Lamar getting mud all over the both of them, but was less happy when Victoria had shoved Lamar into a puddle.

Well, she had told him to stop, and it was only fair they were all dirty.

"Um, excuse me?" came a familiar voice from behind Victoria. She turned, finding almost all of the other kids had left, leaving only herself, the other girl, and a few others quietly mingling about.

Samantha smiled at her, "You're Victoria, Victoria Carter, right?"

"Yeah, that's me?" Victoria blinked at her, "What's up?"

The girl's smile brightened as her vibrant golden eyes seemed to sparkle. Victoria had never seen eyes quite like her's before. Almost everyone's eyes were the same deep brown as Victoria's around Spring Haven. But Samantha's eyes seemed to almost glow as she looked at Victoria.

"My name is Samantha! And I was wondering if you wanted to walk home with me?" She beamed, "I brought an extra umbrella. Blue is your favorite color, right?"

"It is…" Victoria looked down at the offered umbrella, "How did you know that?" Victoria asked, her eyes narrowed. "You only arrived at school today, didn't you? Were you asking around about me or something?"

Samantha's face flushed pink as she mumbled out, "Oh no! I wasn't! It's not like that!" She continued to flush pink, "This is way harder than I thought it would be!"

"Thought what would be?" Victoria asked.

"Well, it's… You see… I actually have a superpower," Samantha explained, "I'm an oracle!"

Victoria's jaw dropped as she stared at Samantha in shock, "You can see the future?"

"Yup!" Samantha beamed, "That's how I knew your favorite color is blue! I looked into the future and saw it was going to rain, then I saw you reacted happily to a blue umbrella, so I brought one!"

"That's so cool," Victoria smiled back at her. "But wait, why are you helping me out?"

"Well, I was thinking we could talk about it on our way home?" she offered.

"Hmmm," Victoria loudly hummed to herself, Samantha squirming a bit as she anticipated her answer. "Will you tell me more about your superpowers?"

"Yes!" Samantha eagerly agreed.

"Then you've got a deal," Victoria grinned as she took the blue umbrella from Samantha's hand, leaving the bright pink umbrella to the blonde girl. She continued to grin to herself as she took a step outside, the rain drumming against her umbrella, but not a drop reaching her body as Samantha joined her in the chilly autumn air.

Raindrops splashed on fallen leaves and slid down green grass blades. Already formed puddles wetted their shoes as they walked down the path to the school gate. Other children gleefully jumped into larger puddles, and kicked water at each other as Victoria and Samantha walked past them.

Rays of light parted the heavens and lazily drew lines across the farmlands surrounding their school, the fields glistening as the light caught the raindrops clinging to the leaves.

Once they were past the mouth of the school gate, Samantha began to speak once more, "So you know I can see the future, but I can also see people's emotions."

"Really?" Victoria stared at her as they walked the winding path down the mountain.

"Yeah!"

"Oh wow…" Victoria thought for a moment before asking, "What do emotions look like?"

"Well," Samantha hummed, "good emotions look bright and happy, kind of like sunshine. While bad emotions look thick and black, like a rain cloud hovering around someone," she replied, her eyes staring up at the sky.

Victoria also looked up, her eyes trained on the rain clouds as the water fell around them. They walked in silence for a moment before Victoria asked, "What do I look like?"

Samantha looked at her and hummed in consideration for a moment before smiling, "You look like the sun. Warm and bright, like there's a halo around her head."

Victoria smiled at that, pleased. "You said you could see the future. Does that mean you can see people's emotions in the future too? Or, is it like a separate thing?"

"That's mostly all I can see," Samantha replied, "just clumps of colors and feelings that get more muddled the more in the future it gets. Sometimes, I can see pictures, like the rain or someone's face, but usually, it's just feelings."

"Did you see me in the future?" Victoria asked, and Samantha smiled as she nodded. "Does that mean we're destined to be friends or something?"

Samantha stopped in her tracks for a moment, Victoria continuing for a few steps before stopping and turning to look at her. Samantha's eyes were closed, golden light spilling from beneath her eyelids as she smiled. She stood silently like that for a few moments before she opened her eyes once more, the glow fading as she looked at Victoria.

Victoria opened her mouth to speak, but Samantha spoke first.

"Yes, Victoria. I foresee a very bright future together."

Victoria looked at Samantha in surprise for a moment before grinning. "Sounds like fun! Let's make sure that happens then, 'kay?"

#heroes and villains #superpowers #book #nobody's fool #writing #writblr #esper writing #not a prompt #magic #audio book #audio #Youtube

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(unofficial submission for sirius and harry saturday. this was in my drafts, wrote it a few weeks ago, not my fav but idk, maybe someone else will enjoy it-- re: career counseling.)

When Sirius brought it up fifth year, he received nothing but a massive eye roll. Thunder in the clouds, rumbling of the Earth status eye roll, followed by a scowl and a grumble of something unkind under his breath.

Sirius had intended it to be question, and not the beginning of an argument, but as it turns out--as he had been learning for the past two years since Harry had come to live with him--teenagers were excellent at turning questions into World Wars.

Hows your room look? was a personal attack.

Did you have a nice day? was invasive.

Given any thought to career counseling? was the end of the fucking world, land-mines erupting in the kitchen, as Harry dropped a plate into the sink, ceramic clattering angrily.

"Didn't catch that, love," Sirius offered, putting a hand on Remus's arm when his husband made to open his mouth to tell Harry to watch his attitude.

"I said, mind your own business," Harry repeated without an ounce of shame or reluctance, staring deliberately at the two of them.

"Unfortunately, you are the only business I have to mind. Top priority," Sirius responded easily, and Harrys frown deepened, clearly annoyed as he hung around the perimeter of the kitchen, debating whether he should leave mid-conversation, or go sit back down and risk a shouting match. If anything, Sirius could be proud for that. Something about teaching a kid to pick the battle correctly.

"It's not like it matters," Harry said, "I'm the Chosen One or whatever, it doesn't matter what I do because I just have to do that and then...I dunno. It doesn't matter. Does it?"

Sirius made it a point not to lie to his godson, even if it was for his benefit, with the amount of adults these days seeming content to talk around Harry. Even if it meant Molly Weasley was permanently cross with him or Albus Dumbledore sighed every time Sirius and him had a conversation. Which was often. The sighing and the conversing and Sirius standing in Dumbledores office trying to control his own temper.

Sirius cleared his throat, "We're figuring this out, Harry."

"Yeah well...maybe send me post when you do or whatever and then I'll think about a career. Assuming I'm not dead, you know."

Next to him, Remus deflated like a balloon, as Harry walked out of the kitchen, his husband's head coming to rest on the table in utter desperation.

"Guess...well...just table this conversation..." Sirius said slowly, as he thought about Harry's words. Sirius remembered taking his exams and feeling the pressure from his parents to do well. His self-esteem and self-worth tied up in the last remaining way his parents might be proud of him. It was overwhelming and hard enough, and Harry was dealing with pressure from the entire Wizarding World.

Harry was smart. Harry had a natural talent. But Sirius had also seen Harry's marks--the lack of careful studying over the years catching up slowly, despite Sirius's efforts to get him to focus. It was hard to focus when a Dark Wizard was around every corner threatening your life, invading your mind, toying with your future. "...Can you re-take OWLs?"

Remus snorted, "Send me post when you decide to broach that topic with him. I'll plan a long vacation and be a continent over."

"Sure thing."

--

Dust had settled. All was well. NEWT year was approaching, and after a summer of much needed rest and restoration, and the heartiest meals Sirius could manage, Harry was finally in a place where Sirius felt comfortable sending him back to school.

Scar hurting? No.

Sleeping alright? Yes with happy dreams now too, Harry relaying to Sirius one morning that he dreamt about owning a puppy.

Whispers? Only Remus's when he fell asleep on the couch.

So, is now a good time to bring up career counseling?

Harry's face immediately darkened, despite the golden sunlight he was basking in, the two of them in the backyard of Number 12. He had warned Remus of the conversation, as requested, Remus opting to stay indoors and on stand-by with a very firm, The discussion was a courtesy not a choice, you will study this year, so help me Harry James Potter.

"Well, you just ruined a perfectly good day..." Harry muttered, immediately sitting up to start picking at the grass.

"Can I salvage it with a promise of dessert later?"

"You always have dessert."

"Mm...mid...night flying?"

"Really? Like midnight proper?" Harry asked, meeting Sirius's gaze with piqued interest. Harry might have been of age, but Sirius had been quite firm about a bedtime over the summer (and Harry hardly protested about it, almost-excitedly using his curfew and bedtime as a reason to leave gatherings early with his friends, and retreat home to a place that was quiet and stable and didn't give two cares if he was the chosen one). Harry only cared on good flying days.

"Is today a good day for it?"

"Maybe."

"Then maybe, midnight proper."

Harry huffed, "Fine."

"Then?"

"No. I haven't. Was I supposed to think about career counseling before or during figuring out Voldemorts soul was in my body?"

"After, really," Sirius said carefully, "I know this may be a bit...rich coming from me, but you cannot just rely on your Name for the rest of your life, Harry. And besides that, I don't think relying on that is going to make you happy."

"Someone suggested I become an Auror..."

"Of course they did..." muttered Sirius, "What do you think?"

"I told you I don't know. I haven't thought about it, and now you're making me," he said bitterly, sticking his index finger into a damp patch of grass and flicking up dirt. Sirius inhaled deeply, sitting up himself and resisting the urge to pull Harry's hands out of the ground and scrub his hands clean. Sirius also resisted the urge to point out all the things that he had made Harry do over the past few years that were for his benefit.

I told you so was not the theme for this conversation.

"I'm not asking you to know Harry. I'm asking you to have an opinion, and I know you have that."

"My opinion is that I want to just have one normal school year with my friends...can't I figure the rest out later or something?"

"So you'll just do well in all your NEWT subjects then? You won't focus on any particular class, and just...Exceed Expectations in all of them?"

"I dunno."

"Babe...I think it might be time to start thinking about school a bit more. About...what you like, what you want for yourself....what's going to make you happy."

"I like being here. That makes me happy."

"That won't change."

Harry's eyebrows knitted together, "What did you want? When you were in seventh year?"

"I wanted to stay at home and watch your parents kids all day and live off my inheritance," Sirius teased with a light smile, "Half-true. The other half....didn't really know and felt a bit lost. With my parents it was always so simple in a way because I knew I would just go into managing the family accounts and going into politics like my father...but your grandmother asked me what I just asked you and....I didn't have an answer either."

"Then why are you asking me?"

"Because it made me think, and...I never ended up doing anything with it, but I realized I liked Arithmancy quite a bit. Considered going into Healing...but never did. Got to watch you instead."

"You're happy?"

"Without a doubt," Sirius told him, catching green eyes in his own, "So...I ask you again, what do you like?"

"Quidditch."

"Hm."

"Snogging...." Harry said jokingly, and finally pulled his fingers out of the dirt again, Sirius wincing as he wiped the residue on the thigh of his jeans, "I...I do actually like Defense Against the Dark Arts. I think it's interesting. I dunno anything else besides that."

"Then...we start there. Baby steps."

#sirius and harry saturday #nonsense dribble #NO CONCLUSION NO NOTHING #gourmet garbage

[i-am-beckyu]

boo! serenity time! :D i'm sure you've heard of this a few times but never in detail. so finally i can talk about it!!! i actually have started a playlist for it asw! some of the more romance-heavy songs are just /p obv but i think that much was obvious lol

also PLEEEASE ignore my placeholder names for realms! i am slooowly working on digging up old words and trying to develop some languages for this fic. it'll take a while lol

OKAY into the good stuff (without spoiling the backstory ofc)

there are four (well)known realms: the overworld, the realm of the spirits, the mortal realm, and the underworld. tommy lives in the overworld, but he can't exactly say he likes it much.

he's lucky he's getting out! for a bit, at least. tommy is a younger resident, meaning that before he can earn any proper respect or get a real overworld job, he will need to complete a life trial, meaning he's going to be sent to the mortal realm to collect a certain amount of ingredients to prove his worth.

his mentor, dream, a higher-up in the overworld government, volunteers to make the potion that'll safely transport him to the mortal realm, with the helpful addition of keep him disguised as a mortal.

when the potion goes into play, he faints and wakes up in a new place, somewhere that almost doesn't feel right. which is exactly right, he is in the spirit realm, the easiest realm to reach from the overworld, seeing as they're connected by miles of bridge. he's not there permanently--it's just the in-between, where he waits for a train to guide him to the mortal realm.

when said train arrives and he gets on, he's in an empty car. almost empty. there's a lady sitting in the very corner, her hands folded in her lap and looking small. tommy makes a move immediately to talk to her. to his dismay, the woman is lady life, sister to lady death and here to offer her comfort while tommy makes the switch between realms.

once he does, he's in an alleyway. and he finds himself considerably smaller. at first, he considered if it was because humans were just smaller than the people in the overworld, but as he catches his first glimpse of them walking past the alley, towering over him, he holds his hands out to come to a terrifying conclusion that he's young. so, so young.

the day passes and night arrives, which tommy barely acknowledges due to his exploration of everything, and by the time he wakes up on his second day, he's being talked to. already! the man he speaks to has shoulder-length bleached blond hair and is looking at him with concern.

days come and go, and the man--phil--has been building trust up with tommy by visiting him every day on his way to and fro work.

// ok like weeklong timeskip sahdefs

phil eventually takes tommy home with him after hanging out with him a bit. tommy is eager to, because hell, if he's going to be here for a while, a life would be a good thing to get started, right? and he's young, he can't do much in the mortal realm. he learned that the hard way.

when he gets to phils house, one of his sons (the only one home), wilbur, is very judgmental of him. they do not get along at all, wilbur keeps trying to pick a fight with him. frankly, it's both funny and irritating, so he lets it happen quietly. (i have some good young crimebois scenes in this fic all written up as a draft. i'll give them to you for a price >:3)

// oh yeah also like random thingy that i can't rlly write,,, tommy when he first gets to the overworld is just like he was when he was in the overworld, he still is mature (as mature as tommy can be) and can comprehend the things he's learned in his life. but, as time goes on, he slowly falls more into the mindset of a child. by six (he spawns into the mortal realm as 5) he is almost completely lost in kid-like thoughts. WHICH SPARKS THE CRIMEBOIS SCENE!!! >:3333 but this also comes at a cost. how much longer can he go clinging onto his overworld life if he's not going to have a clear mindset until he lives life for the second time?

that following night, tommy gets a look at the night sky for the first time, and meets techno, who is returning from a sleepover. // random yes ik wtv JDDJS

anyways, years pass and tommy is now sixteen! he's met tubbo and ranboo and is easily into the domesticated family dynamic. he has weird dreams sometimes, especially this one repeating nightmare. but otherwise, things are completely normal. until, of course, he finds a small piece of paper folded neatly on his desk, a letter underneath, a stack of gold-speckled paper to it's side, and a golden pencil nestled between everything.

// that's basically as much as i'm willing to give rn! there's also a lot more,, i have SOME major events pretty planned out and gods i've spent hours upon days daydreaming about the beginning/early middle, but the late-middle and ending are the hardest, yk? hopefully some inspo strikes soon,, worst-case-scenario i type and see where it goes,,,

there's also some fun things w this! liiiike a lot of allium duo bonding, techno killing tommy but they turn it into a game, a memory book (not ranboo's), a fun milk-related crisis (think think think, what could that possibly entail? :D) uhhh and just sooo much other stuff

ANYWAYS lmk what you think and if you want more!

YESSSS HOORAY!!! DETAILS!!!

Okay one, thank you for the playlist!!! Def gonna listen to this!

This is so wonderfully cool! Are people in the overworld like angels or gods? Because they sound so fancy smancy but have jobs! But like I assume there more magical jobs and such.

And he’s five when he gets sent there?!? Oh that is so adorable because he still had his overworld memories and AHHH I can just imagine the whole “I’m not a child” scenario so well!

And she’s basically just been adopted and now he’s not going to wanna leave! But Dreams def sent the message and I wanna know MORE!!! Like I need more! You always allure to stuff on it but I want more world building and detail!!!

So now to sell my soul for the young crime boi draft fic. What do you desire Brick in exchange for it?

just MMMMM I WANT MORE AND I LOVE THIS!!!

Side note: I checked your blog for a serenity Au tag but there wasn’t one so gonna pop that I’m the tags. I can remove it if you want tho

#nmw #brick my beloved <3 #OH THIS IS JUST SO WONDERFUL AND I NEED MORE AND YOU ALL NEED TO READ IT #BECAUSE I WANT MORW HYPE ON IT SO BRICKS BRAIN GETS MORE MOTIVATION JUICE #❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #I have no idea how to tag this since it’s not really gt lol #serenity split