#if I wrote fanfiction btw. it would be this

[comradekatara]

hello! I’m rewatching atla atm, and I’m on the s1 finale. I was wondering if you’ve ever imagined what an extra northern water tribe ep could look like? personally I feel like they could’ve easily scrapped the great divide and added another ep to this mini arc, after the ep where katara slays paku. I’m just not sure what the conflict would be. a sokka ep would be great, maybe some of his warrior training & socializing with the average nwt man. the way this could contribute to sokka & masculinity & protection I would Die. ofc more time with yue. but anyway, I’m interested in your thoughts

oh this SUCH a good question!! the nwt is my favorite mini-arc in the show (yue being the absolute scene-stealer that she is) and i have always secretly wanted an extra episode set there, whether by removing “the great divide” (objectively bad episode apart from the aang lying stuff which is great) or by simply adding one extra episode to s1 at no cost.

if i could rework those episodes as self indulgently as possible, i would make “the waterbending master” more katara (and kanna) focused and then make the extra episode more sokka (and yue) focused. yue could still be introduced to us and sokka in that episode, but time spent on sokka’s subplot could instead be afforded to flashbacks of kanna in the nwt. we only get very limited glimpses of kanna, in flashbacks or otherwise, and i think seeing more of her, especially in an episode that sheds so much illuminating light onto her character & thematic role as she informs katara, would have been really cool to see. kanna as a child, giggling with baby yugoda as she would later do with hama. kanna at age 16, looking like a slightly older katara, hesitating over her marriage to a younger pakku, ultimately making a difficult choice. katara’s arc in that episode wouldn’t change (i mean, it’s already so perfect), but for the audience, seeing kanna would help contextualize that chiasmus and further move us.

a common criticism i see from detractors of sokka/yue’s relationship is that it feels too rushed, and i agree to an extent, but we also know that they did develop a sincere friendship during the timeskip between “the waterbending master” and “the siege of the north.” we simply do not know for how long that timeskip actually lasted. we can assume that it was a not insignificant amount of time, considering that katara basically mastered waterbending in that interim, but we never actually see that friendship develop, so to some, it can feel cliched and insincere (because they simply do not understand the power of uhaul lesbianism). so on a very self-indulgent level, i would love to see more of sokka and yue’s relationship development, since we are only privy to the most essential beats (which, granted, we can extrapolate from, but im being selfish rn shut up).

an episode where sokka and yue (both separately and together) comprise the a and b plots (and the c plot can be katara and aang adorable training montage) would be really nice to see, especially, as you said, wrt the gender politics of the nwt. it would be cool to see yue directly interact with arnook and/or hahn to provide a starker contrast between the burdens placed on her as a girl/daughter/wife/princess versus how sokka treats her (because that implication is already crucial, but framing it more overtly would be nice). and then seeing sokka in the throes of his “warrior training” being like “i don’t think any of these dudes have ever actually seen battle…” and having to deal with the tension of being denigrated and disrespected as a southerner, but also clearly having more experience than them and being frustrated by their myopia (realizing that not too long ago, he also had no experience, and oh god is that what he sounded like??????? yes.) .. and then of course sokka and yue together, flirting as “just friends” (over pai sho perhaps????) and being in their own little totally platonic rom com world. but sokka and yue’s relationship is obviously very thematically significant on top of just being lovely and adorable, so using that extra space to explore their parallel commitments to their (patriarchal) Duty, the burdens and expectations placed on them, and how it reflects their societies and the role colonialism plays in shaping them. would love to see it!!!!

#dejaentends #asks #katara #kanna #kanna&katara #sokka #yue #sokkaxyue #<- butch/femme uhaulers. to me #YEAHHH BABYYYYYY #this is exactly what is rotating in my mind at all times HOW DID YOU KNOWWWWW #if I wrote fanfiction btw. it would be this

[nights-flying-fox]

Mystic Sickness Part 1

This is based on @turtleblogatlast 's post about mystic sickness idea :D Hope you like it!!!

Word Count: 2178 ☆ Fandom: rottmnt ☆ Warnings: a brief mention of throwing up, nothing else i can think of ^^ ☆ AO3 Link: N/A

 Raph has had his bad mornings. He had been sick from overworking too. With how he felt today, he could tell it was a mix of both.

 

 Except it turned out there was more than that. It must be, or else why would a clone of himself stare at him like that?

 

 Raph yelped as he fell from the bed. "What the-?!"

 

 His copy didn't seem to care. It lay on his bed, not even looking at Raph. The turtle blinked in confusion. That was definitely his own ninpo copy. Why was it here, and why was it moving like that? Raph tried to focus and control it, just like he always did, but he failed. The copy still lay on the bed.

 

 He stared at him. Raph was too tired for that, not to mention how early it was-

 

 "AH-"

 

 Raph turned around. "Leo?"

 

 There was nobody else in his room though.

 

 "Is this some sort of joke?" Raph grunted. "If so, Raph's going back to bed and leavin' you to deal with today's plans alone. All day."

 

 "RAPH NO-"

 

 He turned around again, looking everywhere searching for his brother. Again, nothing.

 

 "I am really not in the mood for pranks-"

 

 Suddenly Leo appeared in front of him, "RAPH HELP I-" and disappeared.

 

 Raph looked at the empty spot where a second ago his brother stood. First his own copy, now Leo. What was going on?

 

 "RAAAAAPH!!" 

 

 Raph groaned, “WHAT IS IT DONNIE?”

 

 “WHAT THE HECK ARE YOUR COPIES DOING?!”

 

 His copies? Raph glanced at his copy on his bed before leaving his room and heading to the living room. He had many ideas, most of them nonsense considering his tired and hazy mind. But nothing could’ve prepared him for this:

 

 Many copies of himself running around, accidentally breaking some stuff, some sitting in random places... Donnie was standing at the other entrance, looking tired and angry. Pissed off even.

 

 He noticed Raph looking. “Dear brother, may you explain what is going on during such an early hour that you have decided bring out a whole army of yous?”

 

 “It is not me...” Raph mumbled as he walked towards Donnie, not being able to look away from the chaos going on in the room.

 

 “They are your copies though. Can’t you control them?” Donnie pointed out. “Genuinely asking. I am too tired to be salty.”

 

 “I tried but it is not working.” Raph tried again, failing. Then gave his full attention to Donnie, “You are tired too?”

 

 “I suspect I have caught a cold.” He nodded.

 

 “Me too. I’ve been feeling down since I woke up.”

 

 “Groan. It better not be some sort of illness.” Donnie said.

 

 “As long as it is not rat flu, it will be okay.” Raph reassured.

 

 Donnie shuddered. “Rat flu. Let’s forget about the failure and move on to our current problem.”

 

 “Cold or them?” Raph asked.

 

 “...” Donnie stared at nothing before answering. A usual sign of Donnie being sick. “Yes.”

 

 “Okay, okay. Sickness. Leo has the most knowledge about this.” Raph said out loud. “I’ll go and ask him.”

 

 “Mhm.” Donnie had already begun walking towards the kitchen.

 

 Raph started walking towards Leo’s room, ignoring the messy hallway. Since when did they have all that stuff and who was responsible for this mess? Probably his clones... When he reached to the room, “Leo?” he called. He received no reply. Raph didn’t bother asking again. He walked in, not caring about Leo’s upcoming protests. Except there was none because Leo wasn’t in there. “What?..”

 

 Oh. Right, he had seen Leo for a second in his room for a second. He had appeared and disappeared as if teleporting. But Raph didn’t remember seeing his katanas. He glanced around and saw the swords near his bed on the ground. He was right.

 

 What did this mean?.. What was going on this morning?? Raph began getting annoyed with whatever was going on. Not to mention how anxious he started feeling not finding Leo in his room. Where was he?

 

 Maybe he was with Mikey. Maybe they were doing some stupid prank.

 

 Raph a bit faster from before left the room and began walking towards Mikey’s room. Normally Mikey would be up, making breakfast. But if he and Donnie were right, he should be in his room resting. As he stepped into Mikey’s room, he hopped to see him and Leo doing some sort of mischief.

 

 Instead, he found Mikey levitating, golden chains around him, asleep.

 

 “What the shell?!”

 

 Mikey yawned, blinking. “Mmmmmorning Raphie!” He smiled, being the morning person he was. “Is there any possibility you let me sleep a bit more?”

 

 “Mikey, you are flying.”

 

 “What?”

 

 “Look around, Mike.”

 

 Mikey did. In a second his expression shifted from confused to shocked to excited to panicked. “I AM FLYING!”

 

 “THAT’S WHAT I AM SAYING!” Raph yelled. “GET BACK TO THE GROUND NOW.”

 

 “I DON’T KNOW HOW TO!”

 

 “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW?!”

 

 “Boys, what is all this yelling for?..” Raph heard Splinter’s voice come from behind. Then he heard a gasp. “ORANGE WHY ARE YOU LEVIATING?”

 

 “I have no idea.” Mikey answered. He noticed the chains around him, “Oooh I also have no idea what these are but cool.”

 

 Raph took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. First things first. Pops, have you seen Leo?”

 

 “Uh- no. No, I haven’t.” Splinter turned his attention to Raph, less surprised and more worried.

 

 “Mikey, did you see him?”

 

 “Nope!”

 

 So Leo was lost. Don’t panic Raph. He is probably somewhere around here, he thought. “I’ll text April.”

 

 “Red, is everythin—”

 

 Suddenly, just like how it happened in Raph’s room, Leo appeared in the room. He looked very puzzled, tired, annoyed, and a bit panicked. Before Raph could be sure, Leo disappeared again.

 

 His voice, however, was heard from another room. “COME ON!!”

 

 And then from another room, they heard him again. Raph couldn’t make up the words but he sounded irritated.

 

 “Was that Leo?” Mikey asked.

 

 “Yes.” Raph answered, still very confused.

 

 “Where did he go?”

 

 “I don’t know.”

 

 “Boys, what is going on?” Splinter sounded serious.

 

 Raph sadly didn’t have a proper answer. “That’s what I am trying to figure out.” He sighed. “Can you check Donnie? He is in the kitchen and said that he felt sick too.”

 

 “I will be waiting you two there.” Splinter nodded. “I’ll look around for Blue on the way.”

 “CAN SOMEONE—”

 

 Leo’s voice came from his room.

 

 “—HELP ME—”

 

 This time from somewhere closer.

 

 “I think I can handle him.” Raph said.

 

 Splinter smiled, “I’ll make you chicken soup.”

 

 “Thanks Dad.”

 

 As Splinter left, Raph reached for Mikey. Grabbing his blanket, he pulled him closer to him. Mikey watched him with sleepy eyes. “Raphie, can we sleep more?”

 

 “No, Big Man. We need to help Leo first, and then we need to eat something.” Raph said softly, walking out of the room meanwhile. Mikey huffed but didn’t protest. Raph decided to find Leo following his voice: “Leo? Where are you?”

 

 “RAPH! Bathroom—” Suddenly his voice was cut. Then continued from somewhere else, “Never mind. I-” Another pause. The Leo calmly yelled, “I’ll go insane.”

 

 “What’s happening?” Raph shouted.

 

 “I keep teleported-” “-without wanting-” “-to every second.”

 

 “That sounds bad.”

 

 “You don’t say-” “DONNIE IS THA-” “THAT WAS MY MUG!!”

 

 At least Leo didn't teleport out of the lair.

 

 "I think we should call Draxum." Mikey hummed, somehow unbothered.

 

 "Wha- why?" Splinter's reaction hadn't changed even after everything. 

 

 "He knows about mystic stuff." Mikey said lazily. It reminded Raph of how he was when he had eaten one of the poisoned pizza puffs.

 

 "You think this is because of a mystic problem?" Raph asked.

 

 "I know it is because of a mystic problem." Mikey confirmed. 

 

 "How?"

 

 "Can't you feel it? Hm?"

 

 Raph wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel. Donnie leaned towards them, goggles on his eyes. "He is right. There is something wrong with our mystic energies." 

 

 "I'm calling Draxum." Raph announced. 

 

 "Already on it." Donnie interrupted. He, from out of nowhere, had found his phone and was calling the yokai. 

 

 "Please tell me you're solving this." Leo appeared next to Raph, not looking good.

 

 "We're calling Draxum." Mikey smiled.

 

 "Oh good, because I- hrk-" 

 

 Luckily before he could throw up, he disappeared. 

 

 "We need you here. No, we didn't put the world in danger. We aren't dying either. No, we aren't calling you so you can cook us your new abomination. Abomination as a strange creature made of food, i.e. Sloppy Joseph. No, I'm not talking about your food. Yes. There's a problem with our ninpo. Okay, goodbye." Donnie put the phone on the table. "He'll be here soon." 

 

 "Good… Donnie, what's that?" Raph pointed at the tech that wasn't on the table a second ago. 

 

 "Ah. A piece for my new project. Why?"

 

 "When did you bring it here?"

 

 "...I didn't."

 

 "What do you mean I didn't?" 

 

 Donnie raised a brow. "I didn't bring it here. I was thinking about it and it appeared." 

 

 "Appeared?"

 

 Donnie shrugged.

 

 "Since when do things appear when you think of them, Dee?" Raph questioned.

 

 "That's a talent of mine, dear Raphael. My ninpo is very unique in comparison to yours–" Donnie began explaining.

 

 "Since when do they appear without you controlling them?" Raph corrected his own question.

 

 "Ah. Yes, that would be… since last night." 

 

 "And you didn't think of telling us?" Raph was losing his patience, to be honest.

 

 "I didn't think it would be a problem." Donnie admitted.

 

 Raph wanted to break the table. "You thought it wouldn't be a problem." He repeated. "And what if you accidentally create something deadly?" 

 

 "Come on Raph, he creates something deadly all the time." Mikey chimed in. "Like pipe bombs." 

 

 "Mikey, don't!" But Raph was too late. A pipe bomb was formed next to Donnie's mug. 

 

 "None of us is dumb enough to use a pipe bomb, we will be fine." Donnie stated. Then took a sip from his tea. 

 

 Raph wasn't sure about that. He trusted his brothers, but he also knew how much of a trouble they could be. 

 

 Leo appeared among them again. "Dee, I'd suggest you not enter your lab." He said tiredly. 

 

 "Nardo, what did you do to my lab?" Donnie looked at him with a mixture of horror and anger.

 

"Adiós." He made a peace sign and disappeared again.

 

 Donnie immediately opened his phone to check the cameras inside his laboratory. Raph could see the fury in his eyes. Maybe Leo was lucky to be teleported every second, now that he got on Donnie's hit list. 

 

 Splinter put bowls of chicken soup in front of them, "You boys look terrible."

 

 "Thanks." Raph sighed.

 

 "You'll feel much better after my delicious soup." He said. "Now, only if Blue could join us…"

 

 The soup was warm and smelled delicious. Raph couldn't wait to taste it. He would already, if he hadn't noticed his copy coming in. Ninpo Raph walked towards them, stood by them, then took the pipe bomb and ran.

 

 "What the-?! HEY STOP!" Raph got up and ran after him, leaving Mikey to float again.

 

 He chased his clone back to the living room, but it was hard to catch yourself. Especially in a room full of yourself. He stopped, trying to find which one was the right clone. When he did, he was leaving towards the bathroom. Raph didn't waste time following him. Before he reached him though, someone made his copy trip and fell. 

 

 "This yours, Boss Man?" Leo asked.

 

 "Yep." And with a punch, poof the copy disappeared. "Thanks."

 

 "Save me some soup." Leo said before getting teleported again. 

  

 "I will." Raph sighed, taking the pipe bomb from the ground. He could hide it in his room for now. Then go back and drink some soup so he can focus on the situation better when Draxum arrives. Perfect plan.

 

 He quickly walked to his room, found a nice place to hide it, and proceeded to grab his mask and stuff. Then he remembered the transceivers Donnie had put on their gear. They could use this to communicate with Leo! If only Leo can stand in a place for a moment. Raph still thought it was worth a try, so he went to Leo’s room to get his stuff as well before returning to the kitchen.

 

 Donnie had dozed off on the table with a few weapons and tech things that Raph didn’t know their names around him. Mikey was still floating, also sleeping. He seemed to be fine though. Splinter was enjoying his own bowl of soup. Raph sat down and finally tasted the soup. It was delicious, as always, even though it wasn’t warm anymore.

 

 “Did you boys mess up with somebody evil again?” Splinter asked Raph.

 

 “No, we were training and patroling the past few days.” He answered. “That’s what I don’t understand too.”

 

 “Hmm...”

 

 “Don’t worry, Pops. I am sure it is something Draxum can explain. Then we can fix it all at once and then rest.”

#hope this turned out good i wrote this in a night and then got too nervous thinking it is not good enough XD #i most likely will write part 2 once i have wifi!! :] #rottmnt #sickfic #rottmnt fanfiction #btw remember how sick leo had carsickness... yeah getting teleported every second cant help that #nighty writey #unpause rottmnt #save rottmnt #rise season 3 #very funny how i wrote this right after recovering from a cold #also shoutout to the pipe bomb casey jr meme for the pipe bomb joke #me talking w my mom about a place serving soup for breakfast: who would even want to have soup for breakfast? #also me not a second earlier: *writes splinter making soup for breakfastK #* #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt splinter

[thecharliechip]

Hey, I have a byler fanfic that I'm writing and I would love it if people could help me edit it! I don't want to give the Google Doc link to just anyone so if you want to help edit DM me please (my DMs are open)

Also, if you want credit for helping me edit, it will be posted on AO3 when I've finished so you can comment your AO3 usernames somewhere on the document.

#i havent finished it yet btw #if you have ideas for how the story could continue it would be cool! #obviously if you wrote a bit in the story i'd credit you #byler #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #byler ao3

[kinetic-elaboration]

October 24: Bellamy + Zombies

I wrote this last night but couldn't post it because I had no internet for some reason.

Bellamy-cenric, ~900 words

For the prompt: “Zombie AU” from this list of Autumn/Halloween prompts.

*

These guys are just the straight un-dead. In all the arthouse zombie flicks nowadays, all the re-told classics, all the daring and creative re-imaginings, the zombies are the product of disease, and the metaphor is slapped on thick. A virus, spreading: contagion. Maybe they’re not really dead at all, just decaying, and crazed with some inhuman need, and mindless, and shuffling, and not-too-slow. And the disease spreads and the living decay to living dead things and everyone pretends they’ve never heard this story before.

The monsters that shuffle around the countryside now are real, re-animated corpses crawled up out of shallow graves. They were fully dead, and now they’re something else. Bellamy would not call them alive. He wouldn’t call them diseased, and he doubts they’re contagious. They may or may not eat brains. He’s never gotten close enough to one to tell.

He and his sister still have power in their little farmhouse at the edge of town because the coming of the zombies has not brought on the end times and the basics of life still go on. So he watches the news every night to hear the latest on the creatures. They’re not everywhere, but they’re round and about the country now. He figures several have probably been captured and are in some government lab right about now, being prodded and studied, but no one would ever go on national TV and admit it.

Octavia thinks they should capture one of the zombies and put it to work, not that the farm really functions anymore, and this state of affairs has nothing to do with the apocalypse and everything to do with the Blakes not having been farmers in seventy or eighty years. Bellamy’s a teacher at the elementary school in Arcadia, third grade, and Octavia’s been doing odd jobs while she figures herself out. She has these fantasies about farm life that have about as much basis in reality as the concept of harnessing zombie power for good, but maybe eventually something real will materialize out of all of that imagination of hers. Then he’ll know if he should be placing blame on or giving thanks to her new boyfriend, Lincoln, and his fun facts about the original zombies, the proto-zombies, the reanimated almost-dead who work in the fields.

“We have fields, Bell,” she tells him. He reminds her that they’re meadowland now.

Dark falls earlier now that fall has settled in over Arcadia, not quite seven when he pulls all the blinds and turns on the extra lights. He flips the light on in the kitchen and the long, twin fluorescents buzz to life above his head.

And then, Bellamy pauses.

He senses it before he hears it. He senses it beneath the buzzing of the light, and Octavia’s footsteps on the stairs, and he feels it in the way his hand stops all on its own, hovering there above the light.

The crackling of leaves, shuffling against each other, whispering against each other. Pushed aside to form a path for heavy, slow feet. One step and then another, dragging, and heavy.

He lets his hand fall down from the light switch, thinks again, reaches up to turn it off. With only the haloed edge of the living room light behind him, he sees the room as almost utter inky blackness, stamped with the vague outlines of remembered shapes. He steps where he knows he can step, heavy on his own feet, until he reaches the window above the sink. Then he twitches aside the curtains and squints out into the dark. He can’t see a thing but he can he hear that same shuffling still, that weary dragging. He imagines he hears a moan coming with it, but that’s a sound in his own ears. The rhythm of the steps is so slow, so unfaltering. His breath is held waiting for the pattern to break.

Maybe for the heavy step to suddenly go still. Maybe to look up and see that rotten face looking at him.

Out on the edge of town, he’s seen plenty of them, the zombies, but almost always at a distance: pairs of them against the trees where the farmland gives out, or trains of three or four dragging their heels through the dust on the side of the road, heading toward the setting sun. Like wild animals, they keep their distance and he keeps his. He’s not sure if they can see, what they can smell, how close he’d have to get before they noticed him or what he’d have to do. He’s learned to live with them and around them, as he’s learned to live with so many other things.

Through the window, peering up close to it so he can discern past his own reflection, he watches as the figure enters the round splash of yellow from the back porch light. He sees details of it first, before he can fully grasp the whole: tatters and decay, in a skeletal shape. It drags its own foot behind it like a club. Its skin is picked over and scavenged, rot on its own fingers—this one is old, deep buried in the earth for a long time. A long time. It doesn’t turn to look at him and Bellamy doesn’t let go of his breath. Only after it’s long shuffled out of sight does he realize that he never did look at that old man’s face.

#the 100 #bellamy blake #mine #my writing #the 100 fanfiction #the year 2023 #2023: free write #i don't know what this folksy bellamy voice is btw #i think it's consistent within the 900 words but not really with the show but also whatever i wrote this at 1:30 am #and i actually rather like it #not bad for something i started without a n y idea where it would go

[bejeweledmp3]

computer how do i stop feeling insecure on my writting so that can i write. computer please

#talking tag; #ok so. story time sure why not #today is my first day of uni and i had classes from 8.30 am to 11:45 which was. fine i was exhasuted but it was fine #and then i had to wait to meet some friends for lunch and i started writting and it just hit me that totp is actually over 50k words #and it's like brooooo i literally wrote a novel length fic (that's still not done btw! not close!) and for whattt who even has the time #to read something like that like why bother. it's not even (directly) about the main characters and i just #i'm afraid that i'm repeating myself i'm afraid that chracters are not being developed like i hoped they would i'm afraid that no one will #care and i'm also afraid that the people that do care won't like it #and then i met with my friends who study cinema and they bumped into people from their classes and i was just. #there listening to their conversations without interacting like what the FUCKKK am i doing here pretending that i fit in with the cool #cretive people and that my prose is any good at all #just. 50 thousand words of fanfiction and i'm worried that none of them are any good #but lately my motto is that i will figure it out so. i will figure it out #i did cry about it (lmao) which i'm counting as progress from the empty nothingness i felt around this time of year a year ago #but yeah man it sucks. totp is my baby but (just like kim lmao) my default is being hard on myself. i just can't not be #i think i'll write on my diary about this and then!!! we move on. oh well #i will finish totp that's a promise but yeah. today just hasn't been great i guess #and i have no one in my life to talk to about this so!!!!!! shouting into the void i guess

[tea-cryptid]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Buttons (Our Flag Means Death) & Israel Hands Characters: Israel Hands, Buttons (Our Flag Means Death), Olivia the Seagull (Our Flag Means Death) Additional Tags: Alcohol, for the filters, POV Israel Hands, Israel Hands-centric, Talking It Through As a Crew (Our Flag Means Death), except it's just two old men getting drunk, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, vaguely post-s2, Izzy Lives, Buttons isn't a bird, and they're just chillin!, Explicit Language, i guess, doesn't seem explicit to me but what do i know i'm scottish

Summary:

The crew have gone to shore for a pub crawl, but two old seabirds fancy a quiet night in. They get shit-faced and Izzy continues his journey towards accepting that he has friends. Buttons is just there for the craic.

Basically just two old men bonding over good whisky and nautical nerdiness. Because I think these guys would learn to be friends!

#i have written fanfiction for the first time in nearly seven years #if anybody read the only other fanfic i ever wrote i sincerely hope that you can tell i got a bachelor's degree during the intervening years #our flag means death #fanfic #ofmd #our flag means death fanfic #ofmd fanfic #izzy hands #buttons ofmd #scots #btw if there's any edinburgh/east central belt natives who want to give me a hand with the scots for upcoming chapters give us a shout #i only rly know glaswegian scots and i think buttons would kill me if i made him sound like a weegie #hannah rambles #scottish tag

[osdove]

What got you into Azulaang?

A long post on my personal history with ATLA, the fandom and Azulaang in particular. It's a bit less on the ship itself and more on how I got into it. If you wanna hear my thoughts on why I adore it from a narrative viewpoint lemme know.

also. wait. i just realised. your url. 5ds reference?

With Azulaang (and most atla ships for me, with some exceptions), I didn't really get into the ship traditionally. When ATLA was coming out, I watched it and tuned in every week, but I didn't interact with the fandom at all. The most I'd do is visit the old nick site, maybe look up art on deviantart (but these were mainly just funny comic strips and gags, maybe a dress up game), but our family had the one computer and most of the time my older brother used it to play runescape, and I wasn't savvy with the internet at ALL.

Come 2009, a bit over a year after the show ended, I got my first laptop as part of my school's program in year 5/6 (end of primary school). I still didn't have wifi at home, so I couldn't use the internet on the laptop there, and the school's internet was heavily blocked. We weren't allowed google back then iirc, and even when the ban on that was lifted a year later, we still weren't allowed to go on google images. But, there were sites that they hadn't blocked. Sites we could go on for fun. And that same year I discovered fanfiction dot net on the family computer.

So, I'd have a system. FF wasn't blocked at school. I'd open up internet explorer, go on fanfiction dot net, go to the atla tag, and - cause like, I had amazing taste as a kid, and Azula was my fave and the character I decided to latch onto for fanfiction content - open every Azula fic i could find. If it was a one-shot I would open it in the same window. If it was a multichapter, I would open a new window, and then open every chapter individually in its own tab. I'd have easily 300 tabs open just on fanfiction alone. Then when I went home I'd just CONSUME all the fics I could read. And, being young, I didn't have any preference for ships or content. As long as it involved Azula, I was happy to read. Even better, if it involved post-canon Azula stuff - I wanted to read about her recovery and a redemption arc!

While tyzula was definitely the big ship at that time (and zucest) for azula, I remember there being a few fics based on pairings I hadn't considered before; sokkla and azulaang. Granted I didn't think about ships at all, because I was 10, and shipping wasn't a thing in my brain except for me shipping myself with OOT Link. The azulaang ones, in particular, exactly fit my interests of post-canon recovery stories. So it had a good start.

Now that I'm older and I've been in and out of the fandom since, yknow, it started, I've always liked Azulaang. But I think with age I've come to appreciate just how nuanced the pair can be, it's wonderfully complicated and sometimes messy but I think they'd be a good fit.

But. yknow. ill save that for another time.

#osposts #asks #akiizayoi4869 #atla #azulaang #a tale of little me having superb tastes but no kitchen #btw i discovered fanfiction was a thing in 2009 #but dont think i didnt write my own before then #every year my primary school had a story competition where every student would write a story of their own #i wrote a zelda fic for 1st grade #hp for 2nd #third was my own cool story about a ninja gingerbread man #4th was my atla fic #aang and zuko went on an adventure and there was a city of gold #it was epic #hp one was iconic tho. the first half of the story was just various facts and trivia about the series. recap and shit. and then #harry shoots voldemort with a gun #killing him instantly #dumbledore shows up and gives harry a trophy and a million dollars #his parents were there and clappe #d #they were alive obv #harrys reaction was to say 'cool' #and lil 7 year old me drew harry with a gun #it was the best ever

[akirakirxaa]

27 for music ask game!!

[Music ask prompt instructions here! You too can find out what kind of random stuff I listen to! Keep Reading break due to Endwalker spoilers.]

Are you not sick of playing games? Sick of giving blame? Sick of fucking living like the world has never given you a life-defining day? And I can't relate. - Feel Nothing, The Plot in You

A great many things had happened in the past several months that Akira never would have guessed at transpiring. Not least of which included traveling to the far flung past before Hydaelyn even existed, slaying the very gods of light and darkness, being rescued by her already dead enemy (more than once even), and traveling to the very edge of creation. But despite all of these things, they weren't what caused her the most pause.

It was that, in her moment of need, when she felt she was staring certain death, certain failure, head on, who would come to her rescue but Zenos in the form of Shinryu, having flown across the literal expanse of the universe just for, what, a chance at a rematch?

Had the circumstances been less dire, she may have still been stunned to silence.

And she was absolutely stunned at the amount of comaraderie in that final battle. Had she not known better, she would have sworn that there was no way this was the same man who'd tried to kill her, and those she loved, on so many occasions.

But the moment the Endsinger was defeated and Meteion had left to guide Akira back to the ship, she felt the shift. He knew she could never let him leave alive. She knew he wouldn't let her leave without a fight. And, as he pointed out, did she not wonder who was truly the stronger? Did she not yearn to push her own limits to new heights?

It would always come to blows. But he stood back and gave her the choice to walk away if she wanted. She pensively gazed across the empty expanse that had been the final battlefield against the Endsinger.

If it came to it, it would be a beautiful place to die.

"That, I cannot deny."

It's too late, too late I've buried this and it's evident You won't change, won't change (I feel nothing)

#huh #i thought i would write a ship but the zenos confrontation came out #probably because by this point in the story i was hoping so damn hard for him to get vegeta'd #endwalker spoilers #like bigtime #like the literal ending spoilers #from THAT duty #one day i want to do a bad ending of that btw #because i just love writing sad shit the way zenos loves fighting the wol #zenos viator galvus #oc: akira kirxaa #my fanfiction #ask prompt response #no editing i just wrote it and pressed send i hope you like it

[orcelito]

i probably have turned into an INSUFFERABLE rp partner actually. me going all artsy fart setting the scene, sunset and all, but really it's actually pretty basic in comparison to what all ive done with my hobby writing lmao

ah well

#speculation nation #doing a side rp for a dnd thing & me doing this intro #and messaging the person 'btw you do Not have to put that level of detail if u dont wanna. im just Like This' #to b fair i was an over the top rp-er even back before i wrote 500k words of fanfiction #now im just like. aw yea man let's GO #anyways uhmmm yea fang is getting a chat with his crush (who he still doesnt know he likes like that) #me trying to limit myself but unable to truly limit myself BUT STILL trying to make sure her player doesnt feel the need to match me #i wouldnt want to match me if i had to deal with someone like me. lol #well that's not true I personally would just write even more. ive always been very wordsy. #but if i was someone else!!!!!! this would be very obnoxious. so i am trying. to not be very obnoxious. #idk hundreds of strangers on the internet likes it at least. there's That

[sonicenvy]

there is a new scourge on AO3 that I discovered recently...

that scourge is "Placeholder fics". This is thing, where someone posts a "fic" on AO3 with a summary and tags (and sometimes even a complete tag), but when you click on the "fic" the content of the "fic" is something like:

"coming soon" or "in progress" or "an idea I'll write someday"

This is a scourge on AO3 tags that directly violates TOS Section IV, as it is spam (sect B) and inappropriate content (sect H) (not, strictly speaking a fanwork).

If you see these "placeholder fics" on AO3 REPORT THEM. It is easy to do.

Link the fic in report and in the description, you can write something like this:

The linked "fic" is a so-called "placeholder fic" where the author posts a work to a tag and the only content is the words "In progress". The "fic" appears in tags, yet contains no content, so I would consider it to be spam. Thank you!

(This, btw is the actual thing that I wrote to report one of these a few weeks ago)

If you want to get jazzy you can even mention that you believe the "fic" violates TOS IV.H (which is what the AO3 mod told me in the email response to my report) or TOS IV.B.

You can report anonymously if you want afaik. Once you submit a report the AO3 moderators will get back to you at some point to update you on that report and action taken.

This is a simple way that YOU can make AO3 better today. If you see a "fic" that violates TOS in any way, REPORT IT. There are literally millions of fics on AO3 and the moderators can't possibly go through all of them without YOUR help.

I suspect that the people who are posting these "placeholder fics" are probably very young people who are very new to fandom and fanfiction and do not know better. If you are reading this post, and you are one of these people, know that I don't hate you, I just want you to know that what you are doing is a violation of the AO3 TOS and that it fills AO3 tags with spam, preventing readers from finding actual fic to read. There can be (and certainly are) MANY fics on AO3 with the SAME names, if that's what is motivating this.

AO3 isn't a social media site, it's an ARCHIVE for fanfiction. If you want to communicate with your following that you are planning on writing a new fic, use your tumblr, your reddit, your dreamwidth, your substack, your pillowfort, your livejournal, your bird site or whatever the fuck you have to do this. Link your socials in your bio on AO3 if you must. Mention it in the author's notes on your latest work. IDK, just don't post empty "fics" on the ARCHIVE.

#AO3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #fandom #fandumb #writing #margaret babbles #whining #followers please share this so that we can work together to rid AO3 of this scourge

[artofapeach]

Remember that stoneman85 guy that you hear a while back. I forgot to mention that guy sexualize his characters WHO ARE 16. He also laziness steal stuff from other media. For example. For one of his story, he rip off starfire, her powers, her backstory and costume and claim it inspiration. God I hope he doesn’t find zoophobia, he was just make jack a Mary Sue, rip off some zp fan kids, just Damian make evil, ignore rusty being gay and ruined my girl Cameron

Yeah, I remember him! I didn't find his stuff all that bad, but I also barely read more than the first chapter (which were way long wwww)

But hey! Your feelings about him are valid! Feel free to vent to me if you need to! I love being a listening ear!

Buuuuuuut I also love to talk, so if you don't wanna read my thoughts, ignore the tags X3

#I'm not gonna say anything on the sexualizing 16 year olds that topic just makes me way uncomfy i don't like talking about it #but for the other stuff like mary sues; ripping off people; ruining characters; etc. #i'm kinda of the belief that people should write what they want to write #if something's in your head I think it's better to get it out than to keep it in #obviously plagriarism is a no-go #(ignore my spelling) #but since he's writing fanfiction as far as I'm aware I don't think it's AS detrimental #BUT AGAIN i haven't actually read much of his stuff and don't plan to so like #he could be doing some major plagiarism like stealing stories or whatevs and claiming he wrote them #which would be bullshit #but if a character is eerily similar to another character but still has some minor difference #he just might be getting used to making his own...it's tough to steal like an artist! #(that's the title of one of my fave books on art btw please read it its so good on inspiration and such) #another thing: there's no such thing as mary sues :) #every claim of a ''mary sue'' is actually a very flawed character #they're just not flawed in a traditionally masculine way #TO REITERIATE #(ignore the spelling) #it's cool if you don't like his work and feel free to complain to me if you wanna! #but if you really don't like his work it might be better just to ignore him for your own sake #no sense getting super stressed over something that can easily be blocked X3 #i know i know easier said than done #but again #i think people should write what they want if they need to for their own mental health #but we should also be able to ignore harmful stories if we need to #again for our own mental health #all stories are important and all stories are dangerous #we have to really get to know ourselves to know what stories are okay and what stories we need to keep away from #lord knows there's a lot of stories i avoid because i know it's not good for my mental health #okay i'm rambling now www

[shoumeitsuki]

𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵...

꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦ ♪ ꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

☾ ✒ "adorable~" ~ 𝄞

⌕ ✒ fluff + suggestive ~ ꕥ

☀︎ ✒ ship : aventurine × gn!reader ~ ᰔᩚ

☁︎ ✒ side/mentioned characters : n/a ~ ꨄ

⚠︎ ✒ warnings : suggestive content ~ ✮

✧ ✒ summary : hcs of when you/aventurine call(s) aventurine/you cute ~ ∘•∘

✉ ✒ notes : first time writing hsr; he's not even released yet and I am feeling unexplainable things for this man/btw this shouldn't be too long (i hope??) - might be ooc - I started writing this at March 18th... ~ ⌨︎︎

⇚ ↺ ⇛

• you call him cute

= I think it would go two ways, either he gets flustered or he teases you back

= maybe when he's flustered he'd stutter a little, maybe blushing a little bit? (who wrote this wtf)

= if he teases you back he'd probably go "oh, reeaally?" smirking YFSJRGBS why do I write fanfiction again?

= I hate that one of my ideas is that he'd get bricked (I'm so sorry)

~

"dear, I'm home!"

you hear his voice along with the noise of the door opening, which signals that your boyfriend, aventurine, has come home from work.

you took a look at him, watching him stretch so adorably, like a cat. he takes off his hat and puts it on a stand.

you wait for him to reach the living room, before leaving the kitchen and going up to him as quietly as possible.

"don't you know how cute you are?" you snuck up behind aventurine, hugging him and burying your face into his neck, inhaling his scent. (what the fuck)

"I- ahem, am I now?" he attempts to cover up how flustered he is, even though his face is a shade of bright red.

"mhm..." you muttered in his neck, giving it light butterfly kisses, as you slowly move your fingers down. your hands eventually reach to the buttons of his shirt, which you easily unbuttoned.

"let's continue in the bedroom, okay...?" aventurine says, capturing your hands and leads you to your shared bedroom.

when you reach the bedroom, you move infront of him to face him, staring right into his purple-blue eyes before pushing him down onto the bed.

"aw, you worked so hard, didn't you, my dear? let me help you relieve some of the stress..." you say, unbuckling his belt & unbuttoning his pants, crouching between his thighs.

he whines a bit, yet he doesn't push you away.

you both know it's gonna be quite the long night.

• he calls you cute

= he would definitely surprise you, maybe after coming home or something ueueue

= he'd surprise you at the most random time so it catches you off guard

= he would LOVE to see you blush and all flustered omg

= he'd probably say something along the lines of "you seem tired... what would you say to a little //massage//...?" which is FAR from a massage btw

~

you unlocked the door to your shared apartment complex with your boyfriend, aventurine when you got off work.

you entered your home, surprised to see that aventurine hasn't greeted you yet.

but you didn't pay much mind to it, as he probably went to a casino and you're tired, wanting to get some rest.

you go to the bedroom, opening the door to put away your bag. however, you definitely didn't expect aventurine to come up to you and trap you against the wall.

you blushed slightly at the sight, aventurine looking so handsome (??? why) with his eyes filled with... lust?

he holds your chin, making you look up at him. "you're so adorable when you're flustered like this." he smirks, slowly caressing your cheeks dusted with blush.

he slowly leads you to the bed, and when he pushes you down on it, he looks at you, asking for consent.

when you nod, he carefully starts undressing you, as if you're something made of porcelain, so easy to break.

he then takes off your pants, crouching down between them and giving your underwear (sjdhsb) a few kisses.

he proceeds to take them off, and starts sucking on you so gently, teasing you. ♡

⇚ ↺ ⇛

✉ ✒ notes : if you're taller than aventurine no you're not /j ~ ☏

꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦ ♪ ꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

#hsr aventurine #aventurine honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x you #hsr x reader #hsr x gender neutral reader #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #star rail aventurine #aventurine smut

[rollercoasterwords]

hey guys btw there is actually never a good reason to loudly and publicly talk about how much u dislike a fanfic!! Like. let's break this down for a sec:

i don't like it

ok, understandable. i've dnf'd lots of fics because i didn't like them. but the people writing fanfiction are doing it for free and for fun, and you don't know anything about their lives. they could be a young writer just starting out! they could be an older writer getting back into writing after years of being unable to! they could be someone going through a rough patch whose only source of joy right now is writing their silly little stories! talking about how much you dislike a fanfic literally does nothing except hurt the person writing it. that's it. it is not productive, it is not necessary. even strangers on the internet deserve basic human empathy.

ok but i really don't like it

babe, i feel u! i'm a hater too. rant about it privately. shit on it in private messages or group chats with friends. u can dislike something without dragging its creator into the town square to throw tomatoes at them, yknow?

ok but i really don't like it AND it's popular

ok? shouting about that on the internet doesn't make you cool or special or unique. it just makes you kind of mean and, honestly, bitter. like i said before, this is fanfiction. nobody is paying for it. nobody is profiting. there is no standard that these writers are obligated to meet. clearly, other people like the work. why not let them enjoy it in peace?

no u don't understand it doesn't deserve to be popular there are better fics that deserve it more!!!

talk about those fics then!! post about how much u love them!! uplift those writers!! ur tweet or tiktok or tumblr post is not going to suddenly make a popular fic lose all popularity, no matter how undeserving u perceive it to be. if this is actually coming from a place of frustration because you feel like there are other fics that deserve more attention, then just give those fics attention.

no but it's problematic

mmm ok. let's sit with this one for a second. i want you to ask yourself--is it really, really problematic? is it perpetuating harm against a marginalized group? remember, this is fanfic; it is outside the consumer economy, and the stories it tells will almost never make it to a mainstream audience. so is the story actually hurting people, or is the author just exploring something that you're uncomfortable with? because if you're just uncomfortable, then assuming the work is tagged properly, the best course of action is to just click away. as uncomfortable as it may be, people are allowed to write stories that you might find upsetting or gross or weird, and those stories existing is not inherently harmful in and of itself.

it is actively reinforcing harmful stereotypes/rhetoric/etc

okay! ok. if you are deeply concerned because you feel that this fic is genuinely harmful, then go to the writer. leave a comment. send them a message on tumblr or twitter or tiktok or wherever. explain your situation and see what they say! nine times out of ten, i'd bet that an ao3 writer means no harm and would be willing to listen and address your concerns. in fact, they might even be grateful to you for being kind enough to make them aware of a problem and educate them on it. every ao3 writer i've ever spoken to is an incredibly kind and thoughtful person; you don't need to immediately go on the attack

the writer is unreachable/nonresponsive/not willing to address or change the problematic thing

alright. if you truly feel that this fanfiction is actively harmful and can't reach any kind of conclusion with the writer, and you want to warn others who might read the fic, then do that. do that. make a post that says hey guys btw, x thing in this fic is not a good representation/perpetuates a harmful stereotype/whatever the problem is. and leave it at that! you don't need to go further and insult the writing or the person who wrote it. that is helpful to exactly no one, and if your goal is actually to make the world a better place, then you should learn how to draw attention to an issue in a way that encourages actual dialogue instead of dog-piling and personal attacks.

anyway the next time you feel the desire to post about how bad you think a fic is, feel free to use this as a guide before u do! xoxo

#like i genuinely don't understand u guys sometimes #why do i keep seeing posts w hundreds or sometimes even thousands of likes #that are literally saying nothing except #i think this fic is bad and i don't like it #if someone was making cookies and handing them out for free and u didn't like them #would u go stand next to that person and shout about how shitty their baking skills are?? #or would u just move tf on!! #bc they are doing something nice for free!! #and if u don't want to eat it u don't have to!! #like if u post abt disliking fics u are literally just mean #im sorry but u are just mean #and not even in a fun way #i love talking shit i love hating on things!! #i do it in PRIVATE #in PRIVATE!!! #where it's fun for me but i know it won't hurt anyone's feelings unnecessarily!! #some of u guys treat fanfiction like a product to consume and it's NOT #it's a gift! #it's a piece of art that someone is giving u! #so for the love of god stop thinking like a fucking little capitalist consumer for a moment and think like a human being w empathy!! #ranting and raving #txt

[13pxrkhxoe13]

Pleasure Me | Jk

✽ Pairing: Aaron Warner!Jungkook x Fem!Juliette Ferrars!Y/n (Shatter Me series (Book Series) AU)

✽ Synopsis: After 2 months of being in ‘Love’ with Jimin, Y/n had finally realized that she isn’t, and wasn’t, in fact ever in love with him after all. It was always Jungkook. Now, in her current situation after being presumed dead by Jungkook's father, and staying with Jungkook until they both come up with an idea to kill his father, things get a little… freaky…

✽ Warnings/Genre: Sexual content and themes, 18+ (but if younger, you are reading at your own risk), slight cursing, unprotected sex, no prep, Jk Dom, and… that’s mainly all I can think of-

✽ A/n: This oneshot is based on & inspired by the Shatter Me series by Tahereh Mafi—to which I am currently obsessed with the series!~ This is my first fanfiction that I will post on tumblr, so thank you for reading and don’t feel shy to request something for me to write! I love suggestions~ Sorry for any grammar mistakes, btw! Also, please do not copy this piece of work and use it as if you wrote it with your own blood, sweat, and tears—but reblogging is allowed!

I am just now realizing the fate that had been before me all along.

With Jungkook on top of me and his breath fanning over my lips and his hands all over me, I felt like my days in the asylum weren’t even enough to prepare me for this kind of shock. Or even the amount of butterflies that swam in my stomach everytime he called me, “Jagiya.”

Things were different when I was with Jungkook.

I didn’t have to hide my secrets and pretend I was ok, he just knew.

His gift was remarkable—maybe even more than his love for me… but that would never be humanly possible as long as he lived.

“Y/n…” His deep voice whispered above me, my body trembling with need and teenage hormones at the very word of my name being called.

I just couldn’t respond, and he seemed to understand that.

He leaned in ever so slightly just so our noses were rubbing against each other, and I could feel my core ache with need at the small movement of affection.

“Do you want this… Are you sure?” He questioned again, his voice softer this time as I felt his hands stop once they gripped my hips so tight I could feel his short nails even from the fabric of my pants.

I nodded my head once, twice, and settled on the third one.

“As flattered as I am by your shyness, Jagi, but I’ll need words.” Jungkook chuckled under his breath, his middle body moving slightly as he readjusted himself above me.

I felt red take over my face and heat up my neck, “I-I want this, Jungkook. I need this.”

His adam's apple moved under my touch when I let my hands touch his face, moving down from his cheek to his jaw and father and farther, until he caught my hand with his own—right before I could make it to the waistband of his pants too.

He groaned and I slightly smiled when he met my eyes. Oh, his brown eyes. So vibrant and full of life.

“God, I love you.” And just like that he leaned in to close the distance between us, his lips touching mine like it was our first kiss all over again.

His soft pillow lips melted against mine, his hands traveling under the silk of my shirt as they teased my skin with soft touches, to which he was barely even touching me—giving me goosebumps.

It was soft at first before he bit my bottom lip with his teeth, ever so slightly, to which I became breathless instantly and opened my mouth for a breath, only for his tongue to be plunged into my mouth.

The open mouth kisses were rough and intense as his hands became more eager and found their way to my back before unclipping my bra, even though my shirt wasn’t off yet.

I let my hands run over the scars on his back, being gentle even if he still had his shirt on, as well.

He broke the kiss, letting both of us breath before kissing my chin and right under my jaw, settling at my neck.

I let my head fall back against the pillow behind me as his hands now cupped my breasts, under my bra and shirt, making me let out shaky noises of whines.

His middle and pointer finger found joy in fiddling with my nipple, occasionally flicking at the bud as well. He sat up, taking his hands back as he took off his sweater, throwing it over his head and somewhere over the room before trying to take mine off in a rush.

And even though I had seen his bare form before he was still breathtakingly beautiful as ever, and I felt myself falling harder for him by the second, my cunt begging for him as it throbbed for attention.

His hands achieved their goal in taking my shirt and bra off, not wasting a single moment before latching his mouth around one of my nipples, sucking like his life depended on it.

“Oah~” I moaned and I felt him smirk as my hands played through his hair, one of his hands found their way to my other nipple, making sure it wasn’t left out.

He stayed like that for a short while, switching back and forth between my buds and I was on cloud nine in pleasure, and we haven’t even gotten anywhere yet.

Soon though he began kissing down the length of my stomach, stopping at the start of my pants as he looked up at me for permission to which I nodded desperately as I watched his teeth grab ahold' of the cloth before tugging it down, all the way down to my feet before he stood up and took his own pants off.

I could see the outline of his bulge and I was desperate to pleasure him as he was me, but when I leaned up to palm him he shook his head and pecked my lips before saying, “No, Jagiya… I just want to be inside of you… We can experiment with things like that in the future.”

I swear my heart did flip after flip when he said that, making me know that we would find ourselves like this again, and I loved every thought of it.

He pulled my underwear off first, before taking his own off, and I watched as he groaned at the release from the uncomfortable cage his cock was in, to which it was now free.

I could feel myself clench around nothing but oxygen as I watched him stroke himself a few times, looking at my lower half.

“Fuck, Jagi, I knew you were beautiful but damn…” He hissed, crawling back over me, not letting me respond as he kissed me again, “This is your first time, right?” He whispers, between kisses, and I could feel him poke my lower abdomen.

I blushed again, embarrassed by the fact for some reason, but it was true nevertheless. I could never touch anyone before I met him and Jimin. So, I shook my head and he smiled before replying to my movement, “I’ll be gentle, it’s my first time too. I didn’t have any girls like you before you came here…” He grunted as he grabbed his cock in hand and rubbed himself on my folds, “I wanted no one but you… ever since I first saw you.”

I moaned again, louder this time and he smirked down at me as he watched my parted lips, before he took one inhale before slipping the tip of his dick into me, stretching out the beginning of my virgin hole.

And it felt good.

He groaned and his hands found their way to my waist and stayed there, keeping his head bent as he stared at the scene happening between both of our bodies.

“Shit, never knew this was how pussy felt.” He cursed, grinning up at me and I tapped his back, letting him know that I needed more of him inside of me.

“Same… I never knew dick felt this good… I can feel every vein on you.” I whined and spoke before he slowly moved his hips forward so that I took a little more of him in.

“Every vein?” He chuckled, “Some humor.” He pushed in more, making me quietly close my eyes as I got used to the burning sensation.

“I-I’m not joking, Jeon.” I barked back, playfully but also impressed at myself.

I never knew sex felt this good.

“What?” He lifted his head up and I could see the sweat already forming on his head, “I never knew that about girls…”

I furrowed my eyebrows as he smiled inside of me for a while, “Firstly, you knew nothing about women before I got here,” He pouted, “And secondly, this shit feel so good, so I need more.” I teasingly moved my hands to grasp his bum and move more of him in and he blushed but also smirked.

“Anything you want, Jagiya.” He purred and when he was buried inside of me all the way to the brim I moaned, feeling him fill me up so good made me want to cry as he hit every nerve with his long dick—not like I could talk since I have only ever saw his dick-

“T-tell me when to move…” He stuttered, his jaw clenching and his teeth grinding.

“M-m—” I didn’t even get the chance to finish before he pulled out and moved back in, his dick slipping in and out with ease from my juices.

“Ahhh~ Jungkook!” I called out, my lungs burning with the need to let noises out as he started a steady pace, moving in and out.

In, still, out.

In, still, out.

He groaned, his hands gripping my ass and lifting my lower half of the bed slightly as he kept his eyes on him moving inside of me and went slowly, making it painful for me to hold back desire.

“Faster!!” I whined and he smirked, licking his lips before lifting my legs up by holding under my knee ever so slightly until he could ram into me.

He sure did go faster, and I mean faster.

I could feel the pit of desire in my stomach begin to build as my pussy heated up even more as he hit every nerve in me.

“Shit—So tight, so much better than my hand.” He lifted his up, throwing it back as he breathed with each thrust, as my hand grabbed onto his thighs either side of me.

He went slow and then faster, making me let out noises of pleasure more frequently, him groaning and trembling in response. I was getting closer and I let my fingernails claw his thighs slightly as I screamed,

“C-Cumming soon, Jeon!”

“Right behind you, Jagiya…” He trailed off and plunged his long dick into me faster and faster until I felt my stomach clench, making my cunt clench before I felt my release.

“JEON~!” I called out, arching my back off the bed as I came, with him still ramming into me making my walls clench from overstimulation.

“Shit—shit, shit!” He cursed his hips stuttering, “So t-tight! Y-Your clenching—Shit!” He moaned and whined as he builded himself up using my cunt, making my mouth wet and my eyes roll back slightly as I felt him pull out quickly.

I looked down and saw him stroking himself over my stomach, and just as I was about to help him he came all over my breasts, his white serum making me look like a canvas.

“Jagiya…” He whispered, stroking his cock a few more times until he started going soft again, to which he placed himself on the bed beside me, our sweat filled bodies colliding non-sexually now.

“I love you, too.” I called for the first time, making him look at me with surprise and joy, his eyes lightening up.

“If I knew sex was all it took for you to say that I would have done this a long, long time ago.” He chuckled, pecking my forehead.

“Hey! I know you love birds just did the naughty, but no more! My lonely ass is tired and it smells like… y’know what, and we have a war to get to tomorrow!!!” - Taehyung (Kenji in this case) yells as he knocks on the door, somehow in Jungkooks living quarters. 🤣🤣🤣

THANK YOU FOR READING!!!~~~~

#bts au fic #bts au #bts au fanfic #jeon jungkook #shatter me series #aaron warner #juliette ferrars #bts smut #jungkook smut #Jimin mentioned #y/n #jjk x reader

[electracution]

GUYS, this is so silly

But I had a little inspiration moment, and decided to design Eowyn's wedding dress for my fanfiction. It is not supposed to look like the one in the movie.

I first analysed some of the dresses she wore and wrote down some most prominent features.

Btw, I hate my scanner. The colours are wrong (the dress is too bright) and I don't know how to fix this. And I will not render this on my computer, at least not yet. I might actually draw her in this dress later on.

Now, I have written the consensus on the top, if you can read it. I wanted to include the v-neck, the poofy sleeves and the embroidery. I also took inspiration from some of the fabrics she wore.

I decided against the earthy tones, because this is a wedding dress after all and is supposed to stand out. I then remembered this blue dress she wore, which made me happy, because wearing blue again would not be out of character for her. And the yellow one on Aragorn's coronation, so bright colours are also fair game.

The purple fabric is supposed to look a bit like the one she wore in her mourning dress on the collar. Lilac with gold embroidery.

The veil is one of the pretty flowery ones I've seen so much on Pinterest.

Mind you, I did this in like an hour and a half. The anatomy might not be the greatest, but I needed to get this out of my head.

Also, why not white, you may ask? Well, white as a wedding dress colour became a thing after 1840 and it was a symbol of status. And I decided I didn't care. So I'm making her wear blue. Like the sky.

#eowyn #faramir x eowyn #eowyn of rohan #lord of the rings #trafitional art #art #costume design #artists on tumblr #its so silly #but its here #i don't kno if anyone will read all this text

[xueyidweams]

*Read this in the most fanciest voice you can make*

Dear xueyidweams, I have seen your first post barge into my fyp, and I liked your first post, I must say, you have the talents to Be a Famous Fanfiction Blogger etc.

I have also known that you have your request open, nothing makes me more delight then to know request are open, If you had the time and you think that my request is worthy of your attention and time, I would like to request:

Reader telling GenshinCharacter that they are Horny, yes, it's nsfw, I don't want to ask for too much so, I will be asking for 2 characters only, and it is Heizou, and Kazuha.

You can add more character if you want, so that would be it, I hope this request able to been send out to you, btw if my request are not worthy then you can go ahead and declined my request by massage me.

Thank you for reading this<3

Please, fuck me?

Char.: Heizou, Kazuha x Male!Reader

Notes: there’s some nsfw, a one liner about teacher-student roleplay in heizou’s section and reader sucks off kazuha while he’s sleeping but he does wake up. just letting yall know! not proofread. also i am taking requests for honkai star rail as well so, shoot some if you have any!

A/N: thank you so much for all the compliments and the way you wrote this ask was so amusing lol. im really flattered by your words.

Heizou

“Ooh~ are those new glasses on your pretty face, Heizou?”

You teased as you finally finished work and had time to swing by your boyfriend’s office. Though he’s still deep in his work, he perks up and smiles when he sees you. Waving you over to his side and pushing himself away from his desk while still sitting on the chair, wraps his arms around your waist and sighs contently on your tummy which makes you giggle as you run your fingers through his messy hair.

He speaks up when you pinch his cheeks, “I was having boyfriend withdrawals over here! finally you’re here, love… ah, I missed you so much already. Is that childish of me?”

You smile softly and cup his cheeks, this was a precious moment but ever since waking up with your morning wood and not being able to take care of it because hey- there’s mora that need to be made- you can’t really hold back much longer but you want to indulge your tired boyfriend in this cosy bliss a little longer.

“Also about the glasses, yeah- I broke the last ones so i got different frames this time, do you like it~?” He teased as his fingers drew patterns on your lower back, you giggled and your voice took a dramatic turn as you gasped and held onto Heizou’s shoulders, he’s a bit confused by the sudden change but smiling as he awaits your shenanigans.

“Oh, Professor Heizou, I need a higher grade! You have to help me! I’ll do a~nything!”

You add some pout as well, and he laughs lightly, making your heart race at the pretty sight, he hums in thought and his fingers drop to the hem of your shirt.

“Well you can start by studying for better grades and-“

You cut him off, cupping his cheek and bending down to get close to his face, displacing his glasses a bit in the process.

“Heizou. Fuck me, please?”

He spoke as your hands were still cupping his cheeks,

“Yesh Shir.”

Kazuha

You sigh in bliss as you step away from the shower, your bathrobe snugly wrapping around you as you make your way to your shared bedroom where your boyfriend was reading a book when you left to shower, leaving a trailer of water as you do so.

“Oh Ka~zuha, I-“ You’re cut off as you look at the bed and realise your boyfriend is peacefully asleep. Book sprawled on his chest as it moved rhythmically, his hair freed from his ponytail and the moonlight making his white hair shine so beautifully you have to take a moment to calm your heart down.

You huff and a gentle smile tugs on your lips as you slowly made your way to him,

“He did look rather tired today…” You mused to yourself, then your smile grew to a sinister one as you saw his bulge through his pyjamas.

“Oh, love, weren’t you supposed to be resting~?”

You sit on the bed carefully, taking his cock out gently and looking at him, still peacefully asleep. You start with soft strokes, gentle pace, then start licking his tip. Only when you take every inch of him into your mouth that he wakes up with a gasp.

You hum as you take his cock out of your mouth.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

He just stared at you, face flushed and still in that half asleep daze. His voice was rough but still gentle, “…Hi.”

“Were you dreaming about me? You got so worked up.”

You tease as gestures for a kiss, you straddle him as he smiles into the kiss.

“Mm. Maybe…” He hums as you play with his hair. He looks you in the eye and strokes your cheek as he asks, “Ride me?”

You smile and roll your eyes, “Leaving all the work to me now?”

“Well I did just came back from a week long trip.”

“Hmph. You’re lucky you’re cute. Kazuha.”

#genshin impact #gi #gi kazuha #gi heizou #heizou x male reader #heizou x reader #kazuha x male reader #kazuha x reader #genshin x male reader #genshin impact kazuha #genshin impact heizou #genshin smut