#im in a writing mood for once

[cheesecakethots]

yanderes who insist on washing with you

nanami who after a long and tiring day just wants to ease himself into a warm bath, with you tucked against his chest. his large hands, usually used for destruction in his job, are now softly running scented products through your hair. after you’re both done, he’ll sit on the toilet, legs spread, and wrap a towel around you while you stand anxiously and naked in front of him. he finds it soothing to dry you off this way.

geto and gojo who’ll force you into a shower with them, gojo at your front and geto against your back. it’s the time they’re the most quiet, simply breathing out sighs and relaxing as the water turns warm. gojo is much more open in these moments, more prone to wrapping his arms around you and whispering soft things that unfortunately do more to scare you than soothe you. geto will be the one washing your hair as gojo clings to the both of you like you’re his only lifelines. sometimes they try and fit all of you into a bath, but it’s a struggle. gojo finds it pretty funny and likes to splash you with water, sometimes resulting in a fight you know you can’t win.

chrollo has a specific fantasy of sharing a bath with his darling, of having them both sit and hold each other in the most vulnerable of fashions. he enjoys the idea of you sitting between his legs in the bath while he reads a book aloud, and then carrying you out when you doze off against his chest.

uvogin also likes the idea of a bath with you, specifically thinking about you trying to wash him. he probably won’t fit in the bath all that well, but that makes the fantasy all the better in his eyes.

shigaraki sitting on the opposite end of the bath to you, too worried about scaring you off. he’s not the same monster he used to be when he first got you. in the past, he would’ve used this as an opportunity to commit less than savoury acts against you, to scare and terrify you as much as possible. now he just wants to be close to you, to soothe you, to see you happy. he’ll sit and watch you, voice soft and movements slow. maybe one day you’ll be alright with him helping you wash, but not this day and not for many after it.

choso clings to you from behind when you shower, head pressing to the crevice of your neck and muscular arms wrapping around your waist. have him lean down so you can wash his hair and he’ll be a little happier for the rest of the week. he especially likes going into bed with you, still naked after a shower, and just holding you, keeping you as close as humanly possible. he won’t let anyone harm you, not with him around.

#send me some thoughts if you’d like #im in a writing mood for once #tw yandere #yandere #tw.yandere #yanderecore #yandere hxh #yandere chrollo #yandere hxh x reader #yandere chrollo lucilfer #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere gojo satoru #yandere gojo #yandere getou suguru #yandere getou #yandere geto suguru #yandere geto #yandere satosugu #yandere uvogin #yandere shigaraki tomura #yandere shigaraki #yandere tomura shigaraki #yandere choso #yandere choso kamo #yandere nanami kento x reader #yandere nanami x reader #yandere nanami kento #yandere nanami #yandere jjk x reader #yandere jjk

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday💀

tagged by @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @hoodie-buck 💖

hi! so, yesterday I randomly opened the doc with the buddie death cast au - which is a fic I started writing last summer on vacation and never got back to it but then made progress lol it's gonna be MCD, which i know is not everyone's thing so feel free to ignore this 🤣 it's basically buddie in the universe of the "they both die at the end"/"the first to die at the end" books so it's gonna be sad, sorry lol (I never even read mcd, idk why i'm writing this but this idea just wants to be written i guess haha) gotta put this weird mood I've been in lately to good use and finally write this 🤣 not sure if I'm happy with this snippet, but it all needs editing, the first two snippets were written on my phone and haven't been edited yet lol

I posted two snippets so far, gonna link them both snippet 1 | snippet 2

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“Is all of this clear, Eddie?” she asks in the end.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” he says shortly. He should've just hung up immediately. Or cancel this stupid subscription after Shannon died. Sometimes he wonders if maybe people who get the calls and coincidentally get into accidents, for example, just give up and refuse to fight because they think it’s their time. Not like Shannon could do much, her injuries were too severe when they got there, but the point stands. Maybe they get more reckless, thinking it doesn’t matter anyway. 

There’s a short pause on the line, but then Jane speaks up again, her tone softer, more sympathy seeping through.

“I know it’s not easy to accept, if you’d like some help with that, on out website you can find therapists and grief counselors specializing in-”

“Listen.” Eddie interrupts. He’s spent enough time in therapy. He’s not doing it on his supposedly last day. “I know it’s all bullshit. I don’t care. You said what you had to say, I listened, for whatever reason.” he rolls his eyes. He really should’ve hung up, or not answered at all. “Is this conversation over yet?” he asks and is met with another moment of silence. She’s probably wondering what everyone else always is: why is he even spending money on this if he doesn’t believe. He has an answer ready to go, but that’s not what she asks.

“Can I ask you a question?” she says quieter, whispering, probably not allowed to go too much off-script. 

“Sure, why not.” he shrugs. He’s wide awake now, anyway, he’s not in a hurry. Not like he’s dying anytime soon.

“If it was your last day, how would you spend it? You don’t have to answer, just think about it.” she adds quickly, her tone much softer and gentler now. Eddie’s mind immediately supplies a picture of Christopher and Buck, just a casual hang-out, like usual, maybe going to the movies, or the aquarium, or the planetarium, something fun for his kid. And later a gathering with the rest of their family, maybe a barbecue at Bobby and Athena’s, with Maddie and Chim, and Hen and Karen, all their kids, just everyone having fun together. Yeah, that’d be a perfect day. “There’s no harm in spending today just like this, if possible. Just in case.” Jane adds, still whispering. He doesn’t tell her that’s more or less his plan, anyway, for the evening after his 12-hour shift. During which nothing will happen to him, because Death-Cast doesn’t know shit. “Well, lastly, Eddie,” Jane’s voice is back at normal-volume, tone strictly professional but sympathetic, as she recites the end of her script, “on behalf of everyone here at Death-Cast, we’re so sorry to lose you. Live this day to the fullest.”

Eddie hangs up without a word.

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#tease tidbit tuesday #death cast buddie au #buddie wip #buddie fic #buddie #wikiangela writes #my writing #fic snippet #my wips #angst #buddie angst #mcd #i don't know how yet but eddie will die in this one bc apparently ive been in the mood to break my own heart lmao #i wanted to say maybe i'd share smth happier tomorrow but i don't think i have any happy wips im actively working on rn??? #there are happy wips in general but im not really in the mood/inspired for those rn #ran out of happy when i finished the natalia fic i guess lol #who even am i lmao what's with all the angst and sad im usually all about fluff 🤣 #(gonna share some more of alive shannon tomorrow!) #btw if you haven't read the books and have questions hmu but also i'll try to make everything clear in the fic lol #but also SO recommend the books they're so good and so sad and I think about them like at least once a week (the prequel wrecked me)

[toutallyahoe]

re4 remake is trying to get me to revive my account i see lmao

anyways, bitches here need content. it is i, im bitches. yall better give me or im fucking rioting

He should be asleep. It was too early in the morning for this shit, not to mention they literally fucked like wild animals last night. That should've satiated his partner. Should have. That's what [Name] had thought as he let out a tired sigh as a groan leave his lips at the pleasure spreading throughout his body.

[Name] removed the white blanket that was on his body, and he wasn't honestly surprised to find his cock was nicely wrapped around Luis' warm and wet mouth. [Name] may have not been able to look at the alarm clock that was settled on their bedside table but he knows it was early in the morning, and the sun was barely up! But what can he do when his partner was just an eager whore?

"Morning to you too," he tiredly greeted as [Name] sat up and then gently ran his hand through Luis' messy hair, looking at his partner eagerly sucking him off. Luis looked so pretty as always but at that moment, the man looked like a desperate whore greedily taking his cock. "Isn't it too early for this?"

Hearing his voice, Luis moaned around his cock as the man began to slurp messily, making [Name] moan from his actions. Luis gave a few more messy slurps as he then finally pulled off from [Name]'s dick, not before giving the tip a wet kiss as he did. Luis then gave a large, innocent grin towards his lover as his hands settles on [Name]'s thighs.

"Finally awake, guapo?" Luis giggled as he wiped the drool slipping from his lips. "You kept me waiting," he said as [Name] barely bit down a groan when Luis took his dick in his hand and began to slowly stroke up and down as Luis would often playfully squeeze to get a moan out of him. "So I had to proceed by myself." Luis leaned down to take [Name]'s cock back into his mouth again.

[Name] swore under his breath at the audacity of his partner. In the end, he decided to take control and punish him a little. Luis can't get away with being a cheeky little whore, not this time. [Name] thrust his hips up into Luis' mouth, keeping a firm grip on his partner's hair to stop Luis from moving as [Name] slowly but surely fucks his cock down Luis' throat.

Luis let out muffled moans as he began to hump against [Name]'s leg with desperation, rubbing swelling dick against [Name]'s leg as he whined and drooled over his lover's cock. It really seems like last night's sex truly wasn't enough for Luis.

#top male reader #tou thirst #resident evil x male reader #luis sera x male reader #i loved him in the og and i was thirsting when i saw his remake design a few months ago #now my bitch boi is here and i demand some crumbs of content #please #me and cn are fucking starving #also not me cackling at seeing yall re simps coming here because i saw my resident evil posts getting attention once again #especially the leon kink list and the belly bulge with ethan chris and karl akdbakdakdbakdjskd #luis sera is out here making me write again #goddamn its been so long #sorry for fucking off once again yall #i legit really havent been in a writing mood #busy and shite #but im back and still a simp

[yxstxrdrxxm]

Just a reminder with asks to not send me any if it's for another person. I'll delete it if you do. I'm not your messenger, even if my blog theme (right now) is one.

Thanks.

#💌 ;; messenger writes #💌 ;; to: my patrons #;; im not in a good mood after getting asks that mistake me for someone else's blog and in a rude tone #;; so im making this now after deleting them yesterday. #;; and as a heads up as well. #;; this isnt to vague/call out anyone but please please please send your messages to the right blog/person. #;; i dont want to reply to asks not meant for me; my content; or anything of the sort. #;; i hope you guys understand how annoying it could be. #;; ive replied to one once during olc. i dont think i need to reply to another explaining you got the wrong blog. #;; thats all i have to say on this matter. #;; thanks for reading

[skitskatdacat63]

Can someone assure me it's okay that I haven't finished any drawings in over a week 😭😭

#apathy :) #its like. impossible to assure myself its okay to take a break #yknow you see other people post so frequently #and you somewhat feel like you're falling behind #i cant keep up waugh #lol tho i wonder if I'll have a sudden desire to draw once finals week starts in a couple weeks #i assure you that when i have to work on a bunch of big assignments #my brain will suddenly be like DRAW DRAW DRAWK #its just annoying when you have a good amnt of freetime and you cant kick your brain into gear #I've been sketching but ahhhh just a lot of concept stuff #i have an idea for a chibi comic but i want to pair it w a full drawing #so uhhh thats never happening dhfjkg not happening for a bit ig #i need to come up w more chibi comics #easier and faster to draw and they dont kill me :) #it just feels lesser idk why #tumblr is my diary atp sry djfkkglg #i used to write down on paper or my notes app when i was in a bad mood #but god that shit is sooooo bitter and i cant reread it at all #theres smth about knowing im putting myself out there that keeps it a bit calmer #and it feels more comforting :) #catie.rambling.txt

[waterfallofspace]

53 and 55 for d/azai and ch/uuya (the sick one 👁👁) perhaps please if you would like… <3

Thank you so much for the ask/request!! These have been so fun hahaha~~ I did get just a touch angsty/fever heavy towards the end, so hopefully that's alright, I promise it's not super serious! I also did want to include a little french, and while I did take it in school, I remember less than nothing, soooo this is all thanks to google, therefore I apologize for anything inconsistent/incorrect! [ Putain de merde = Holy shit ] [ À tes souhaits = Bless you ] [ Merde = Shit ] [ Je dois = I've got to ] 2.1k words, prompts 53 and 55, story under the cut! ~Part Two/Continuation Post Here~ 53. "Bless you?" 55. "You sound awful." (References to mild violence, high fevers, and swearing just in case anyone doesn't like any of those!)

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Dazai is nothing if not observant. There is hardly a single detail in any given encounter he hasn’t seen, or predicted. Which is why he finds it almost insulting that people always insist on ‘hiding things’ from him. Especially his former partner. 

‘Chuuya still seems to believe, incorrectly and against all odds, that I won’t notice if somethings wrong. Something such as the cough he was suppressing that was shaking his frail little form. Or the pink tint around his nose. The nose he couldn’t stop touching throughout our encounter.’

This is how Dazai came to be leaning against a wall outside a pharmacy. And if it just so happens to be the pharmacy a certain hat-adorned Mafioso frequents, wouldn’t that be a strange coincidence. ‘Any minute now, don’t keep me waiting- Ah. Here we go~.’

Chuuya steps out of the store, a gloved hand pinching his rapidly trembling nose. ‘He must have been trying not to sneeze the whole time he was in the store. Aw~! That’s just adorable. It’s practically famous within the Port Mafia that our dear Chibi can’t hold back to save his little, tiny, life. Well, time to announce myself!’ Dazai smirks, pushing off the wall and stepping into Chuuya’s line of sight. 

“Chuuuuuya~! What a surprise, running into you here!”

“heH’EK- fuck!”

“Uh, bless you?”

“Damn it you idiot, you scared it away.” 

Dazai lets his mouth twitch, a smile threatening to break through at the look of annoyance on Chuuya’s face, nose practically twitching with unreleased tickles. He snapped his hand away from his face the second he saw Dazai, but they both know he’s just itching to bring it back up, pun intended. ‘Oh this will be even more fun then I’d foreseen.’

“S- scared away the sneeze..? Is even Chuuya’s nose easily startled?”

“Eh?! I- You- oh whatever. What the fuck ar- hahEHhh… hePT-!huhh… Damn it- What are you doing here, Dazai?”

It’s practically a growl, and Dazai doesn’t miss the way Chuuya’s hand twitches as he presses it firmly into a fist against his side. ‘You wanna rub so badly, don’t you? I wonder how long you’ll be able to hold out. Judging by that glaze coating your eyes, I’d say not long, but hey, I out of anyone know how stubborn you can be. Shall we test your resolve, Chuuya~?’ 

“I was just passing through this part of town, and happened to notice the sky starting to look a tad cloudy, so I figured I’d duck under a nice dry roof! Just so happens to be of a pharmacy- say, what is Chuuya doing in a pharmacy anyways?”

“Nothing.”

“Wow, you bought a bag just for nothing? Seems a bit of a waste.”

Chuuya’s eyes roll, teeth clenching as he snarls, both of them knowing that any other time, he would have aimed a punch at Dazai for that. 'And we both know why you didn't. Little preoccupied there, Chuuya?' Dazai studies him carefully, noticing the way his mouth is starting to twitch right along with his nose, the itch seemingly spreading across his whole face.

“I bought some pain medication, alright? I get hurt a lot in this job, and I was running low.” 

“Doesn’t the Port Mafia supply the good stuff? Why settle for cheap store bought?”

“I- I jus- Why do you even care! Doesn’t the ‘great Dazai’ have better things to do?”

“Awe~ You think I’m great? Chuuya~ you flatter me!” 

Chuuya opens his mouth to retort, but what falls out instead of a cough that he quickly attempts to suppress, ducking into his hand and spinning on his heel, away from Dazai. ‘It’s a futile effort, I can still clearly see your body shaking. I think you know that.’

“Oh Chuuya, are you not feeling well?”

“Sh- huHh-! Really? Of all the times to come bahhHh- back… hePT’NNSHH’oo-! hAh’IZZSHHAA-! heHh… AhHH-! ahH’YZZSHH’iuh-!”

“Bless you.”

“Shut up, bandage factory. J- just leave me alone, I have things to do.” 

Dazai notices the roughness of Chuuya’s voice as he lowers it, adding a growl in an attempt to make it seem intentional. ‘You must be feeling worse than I thought, a couple sneezes and a cough shouldn’t be enough to wreck your throat. Unless, of course, you’ve been doing it non-stop for days.’

“Well my schedule is completely clear, so I think I’ll just hang out with Chuuya for awhile! Where are we going next?”

“There is absolutely not a ‘we’. I am going back to my apartment. Alone.”

“Aw- come on, don’t be like that!”

“Ge- hehHh… get lost… hH’KZZZSHH’iuh-! Fucking… Ehh’knGSHH’aa-!” 

“Double blessings for the double sneeze! Keep up the doubles and you’ll start sounding like me.”

“A fate worse than death, truly.”

Dazai clutches his chest, an arm draping across his face in mock hurt, making sure to keep one eye trained on the shorter man. ‘He’s practically trembling. It’s chilly out, but not enough for that reaction, especially not for someone like him. It’s most likely a fever, but it could just be exhaustion. I’ll need an excuse to get in close to check.’

“You wound me!”

“I’d certainly like to. hah’gNNShh’aa-! hh’ETZZSHH’iuh-!”

“Quite a threat, if only you could back it up. Alas, I fear this illness has reduced you to the level of a mere goon. Certainly not an executive in the elite Port Mafia.” 

The words work exactly how he’d planned, a closed fist hitting Dazai squarely in the chest as the shorter man lunges at him, giving Dazai every opportunity to let his hand brush against Chuuya’s forehead. ‘He’s burning up. With the clouds gathering faster than I’d foreseen, I’d better get him off the street and fast, otherwise we’re looking at an outcome I’d rather avoid.’ A grunt breaks free from Dazai’s throat as Chuuya finishes the attack with a kick right to his gut. 

“That feel like a sick man’s blow? Didn’t think so. D- damn it… hAhhHh-!” 

Dazai pauses, leaning back against the wall to watch the show unfold. Chuuya has a gloved hand gripping his nose once more, eyes starting to gloss over as they lose focus. His hand is trembling, eyes starting to water. ‘Tsk tsk. We both know you can’t hold this back, are you really going to break your nose in an attempt to? Sorry, I just can’t have that.’ 

“Even Akutagawa can punch harder than that, Chuuya.” 

“Eh?!” 

Chuuya’s eyes snap to him, his hand wavers, and just like that, Dazai knows he’s won. The loss in focus, even for a second, is enough to give Chuuya’s nose the upper hand, its twitching visible from between the cracks in his fingers. ‘Checkmate.’ 

“ih’KNXT’chh-!”

Dazai bites back a wince at the way the stifle seems to scrape at Chuuya’s throat, a hiss escaping through his clenched teeth as his breath catches once more. ‘Bad idea, Chuuya. You know that’s just gonna make you-’ 

“eH’KnGT’chhh-! inGT’chh-! GNT’chh-! heHh… dTnxxgt’chhh-! hH’KNgT’choo-! hEH’INGSHH’AA-!”

‘And there it is.’

“You gon-”

“AAISHHH’OO-! ATSHH’AA-! hH’INGSHH’AA-! heh’ASSHH’iuh-!”

“-gonna live, Chuuya?”

“hNGGSHH’OO-! Shut- nnMMGSHHH’AA-! Shut up- hH’INMSHHH’IUH-! S- slug… heAhh-!”

A deep chest soaked cough starts pouring out between the sneezes, rattling Chuuya to his bones, and sending chills down Dazai’s back. He nearly flinches as Chuuya falls against the wall, using it to study him as the wet coughs shake through his lungs. He manages to catch his breath, tears freely flowing down his cheeks, just to have it sucked out of him again as another round of sneezing starts up.

“hEH’NNGSHH’AA-! eh’KETSCHhh’iuh-! heP’TZZSHH’aa-! Putain de merde!”

“Doing french, are we? Well then, À tes souhaits, Chibi.” 

“Whatev-”

The hoarse quality of Chuuya’s voice, barely above a whisper causes them both to pause, a wince escaping across Dazai’s features before he can mask it. Chuuya’s eyes widen, the panic in them seeming to seep into Dazai’s very soul. They stand for a minute, eyes locked, before Chuuya straightens his into a glare once more.

“You sound awful.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m just saying. You should really have taken some medicine for that.”

“That.. was the plan.. before you.. interrupted me..” 

Dazai can’t help but grimace at the harsh whisper, Chuuya attempting to lower his voice to a growl to make it sound intentional, but they both know no one’s buying it. ‘I really need to get him home and get him to take some medication. If he gets caught in the rain like this, it’ll be bad.’

Making sure to catch Chuuya’s eye, Dazai lets his hand slip into his pocket, pulling a dose of medication out, the kind you won’t find at any pharmacy. He smirks at the flash of desire that Chuuya doesn’t manage to hide.

“Whoops, guess that one’s my bad. In that case, this will just have to go to waste, I suppose. Since you have your own, and I was so rudely uninvited to your apartment.” 

“You.. can’t be uninvited.. to something you.. weren’t invited to.. in the first place.. hH’RSHH’AA-! oww…” 

They both flinch at the sneeze, Dazai letting his concentration slip for just a second. However, a second is all Chuuya needs, planting a roundhouse kick on Dazai’s arm as he snatches the vial, taking a swig before sticking it in his own pocket. Dazai raises an eyebrow at this, cheshire smile painted across his face, but a hint of something much more genuine in his eyes.

“What aggression Chuuya! You should really try some anger management classes to get that rage under control.” 

“I didn’t have.. anger issues.. until I had the misfortune.. of meeting you..” 

“Oh yes~. You were just a ray of sunshine when I first met you! Definitely no thinly repressed rage bubbling just below the surface that boiled over every time anything happened.”

“Oi.. are you trying.. to get punched again.. jackass..? eH’KtSHH’iuh-! Christ.. hASHHH’AA-!”

“Save your energy, you’ll need it. And besides, I’ve taken quite enough of a beating today.” 

Chuuya doesn’t respond, ‘Electing to save your voice too, are you? Smart, given how quickly it’s fading’ but he does give Dazai a nasty look, raising his hand to scrub at his nose once more. Dazai feels a swell of concern in his chest at how unashamed his former partner has grown about his rapidly increasing symptoms. ‘The medicine should kick in within the hour… but I doubt you’ll make it home on your own before then.’ 

“huh’KKSHH’AA-! hEIYYSHHH’iuh-! nNGT’chh-! eh’INGT’chhh-! M- merde… Je d- dois… ehH’hEZZSHH’aihh-!”

A hand is casually raised as Chuuya attempts to cover, aiming for his shoulder with a hazy look that isn’t like him. ‘Damn it, I was hoping to avoid this outcome-’ Dazai manages to think, getting cut off, just as he foresaw, as Chuuya collapses into himself. A strong grasp catches the smaller man, Dazai letting out a huff at the weight suddenly in his arms. 

“Easy there, still with me?”

A weak nod is his response, the glassy nature of Chuuya’s eyes suggesting the fever has grown worse. Touching his forehead, Dazai winces again at the heat, ‘Definitely gotten worse. The game is over, I’m taking you home now.’ Without a word, he lifts Chuuya into his arms, not missing the grunt he gets in response.

“You can fight me, and risk falling on your face, or you can just let me help you.”

Chuuya growls, but lets his eyes flutter shut, ducking away from Dazai and into his shoulder as another set of exhausted sneezes tears out of him. 

“heh’nNKjschh’uhh-! ah’mmKNschh’uhh-! hehHhh-! hEH’IZZSHH’iuhh-! Guhh..”

“Bless you. Can you stand, or shall I carry you?”

Dazai easily dodges the fist aimed his way, but doesn’t miss the way Chuuya shakes at the force of his own weight. Without a word, he moves Chuuya’s arm back over his shoulders, letting the man lean against him. There’s a certain level of unease when someone’s relying on you to walk, and yet, with the two of them, this is an all-too-familiar sensation.

“Let’s get you home, partner. The medication will kick in soon.”

“Not.. your partn-”

“Save your voice, it’s physically painful for me to listen to you. I can feel my own throat starting to ache.”

A dirty look is shot his way before Chuuya’s eyes flutter shut once more, not even bothering to turn his head away, instead aiming the sneezes towards the ground in front of them. Dazai grimaces, not from the possibility of germs, instead, entirely from the concern that washes through him at the lack of shame.

“heH’DTZSHH’AA-! AIISHH’oo-! ehh’gnSHHH’iuh-!”

“Bless you.”

“Save.. your breath.. stupid Dazai..”

“Hey, at least you still have that temper! I’d be really worried if that was gone.” 

“Just.. take me home..”

Dazai lets a smile wash over his face, a warmth replacing the panic in his chest as Chuuya leans into his touch as they start the journey. ‘I’ll keep you safe, partner. Leave it to me.’

Without a word spoken between them, he knows he was heard and understood, just as he understands the response. 

‘I trust you.’

#waterfallasks #waterfallwrites #thank you for the requestttt this was so fun to write #hopefully its okay that its a bit angsty haha #i dont think its TOO bad but i was just in that mood when writing #also i might possibly do a follow up with what happens once they get there #if anyones interested!! or even just if IM interested haha #but if anyone bothers to read this and wants to see that let me know and ill do it~~ #snz #snzkink #b/sd #c/huuya #d/azai #s/oukoku #they are my beloveds so id be thrilled to write more for them

[littlebluejayy]

you ever think of miao

"do you think we're soulmates?"

".. I hope not."

because. because karmic debt and loss and immortality and—

im going to sob

" ehh? but i love you. you love me too. what else is there to even think about? "

" ...you ll leave me behind. youre a mortal, and im...

ill only hurt you . "

#GHGHGHHGH HEAD IN AHNDS #I SAW THIS THE OTHER DAY WITH LIKE A WOLF AND SHEEP AND UHG THINKING OF THIS GUY BEING ALL EMO AND HEART BROCKEN IS SO NOT IT #reminding me of that time i wrote xiao angst and sobbed while doing so #every time i write xiao angst i sob <- has only done it once #thou ngl im kinda in the mood to write xiao witnessing us dying in his arms lmoaooo <- is crying and dying

[movedtodykedvonte]

I genuinely want Peter to have like a story that’s all about him healing as an adult. Not completely, that would take forever but like finding someone he can feel normal with, a desire he constantly complains about in almost every iteration. Someone who he can do normal things with that is also helpful if not supportive of his life as Spidey (You can tell I really liked Chat)

He wants a life he can truly live and it would be nice to have an issue have that as a subplot. Whatever Spider-Man is doing is completely separate from what Peter has going on. His partner, friend, whatever, gets he practically has two separate lives and is truly patient. They would wait for him after a scouting or fight. Be okay with less lavish planned dates and get he is going to miss things. They signed up for this when dating a hero and they understand it.

Peter deserves for once to have someone consistently and overwhelmingly be in his corner. To be ready to sacrifice like him but at the same time remind him that he is Peter before he is Spider-Man, not only for them but for himself. 

#i could write a better love interest #cause yeah I'd keep it real #theyd have issues with him being spider-man but its more about the damage it does to peter emotionally as its like being mad #your firefighter lover runs into burning buildings like why date a firefighter then bitch #peter parker #spider-man #spiderman #i need him to actually have a lois lane or like alfred but less father figure and more dadyy figure if you catch my drift #marvel comics #spiderverse #sorry im in a soft romance mood and just want ot imagine peter for the first time feeling like he isnt gonna lose someone for being spidey #like coming home and worrying they are gonna be pissed he missed the date only to be surprised with a movie night and them wanting to know #how his night was let him have normalcy for once just for a but #not because of luck but because someone works with the effort he puts in

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

#man i was like y tf am i so tried i didnt do shit today but no i got like 5hrs sleep. walked to the store in thr 12F weather. carried back #all my groceries. walked to the police station to get keys to the autoclave. read 40 slides abt anime. started redoing a tutorial #and spent 45 min on the phone giving my intake info for a new therapist. everytime i give the spiel it gets more exhausting #it feels so dramatic like whatever ill b fine but no im seeking help for a reason bleh #but now im tired and worried abt the semester bc itll b a lot. many plates to juggle with a fragile mind #my old boss was like u have an ambitious plan for the semester and im like oh boy well see how this goes #hopefully itll b fine once i get in the groove. just go one step at a time #currently i just wanna redraw 4lways sunny screenshots but idk what ones to draw #but should sleep. i gotta write a long email tomorrow morning for a class intro bc look at me im a professional who def #does not have underlying emotional problems. ugh. idk if i described my mood stuff right to the lady on the phone but like i got diagnosed #as b1polar for a reason idk i just still feel like its fake. like ill look at the checklists and get mad when i get a positive result #which is weird bc its like. u went to 3 doctors and they said the same thing shut up. ugh whatever. i need to sleepy #unrelated

[drowninginthoughts27]

.

#I am so sorry I’ve complained so much on here today #I’m just in a mood™ #cause it has been *such* a long day #O.M.G #like I had to go to the fucking hospital #and then at work people were just plain rude #I had to preticipate in a fucking instagram reel #I got catcalled not once not twice but THREE TIMES #I feel like I accomplished nothing today at work #or like in general really #I’m way farther behind on my spring break work for uni than I would like to be #and I legit haven’t done any proper writing in days #not to mention I’m not even home rn #so I can’t even like take time to myself #so im like hella overstimulated #it has just not been a great day today tbh

[urwendii]

the serie

"How come you never married?"

Maedhros looks over the book he has been trying to read for the past minutes to throw a wry look at the Maia sitting crossed legs on the other side of the bonfire.

"Where does this come from?" He comments back, eyes drifting back to the tiny printed letters.

"You can't hear him but Ossë has been waxing poetry to Uinen for the last ten minutes."

Maedhros snorts loudly and still not looking at Mairon he lifts a corner of his lips.

"Is this how you people say it?"

"Say what?"

At this he looks up once more, expression blank, his eyebrows raised.

"Oh."

Sauron the dreaded Foe of so many ages Maedhros thinks with dry sarcasm. Maedhros has heard the rumours in Aman. The Seduction of Mairon they called it. Acting clueless when he highly doubts the Maia was a virgin, not since many, many long eons at least.

Mairon seems to shuffle and adds more dried wood to the fire.

"It's not like that with them."

Maedhros has no wish to discuss the sex life of Ainur or lack of so he simply hums and resumes his reading.

"You haven't answered."

Annoying. The once fallen Maia has a stubborn streak that reminds him much of his brothers.

"Maybe it's not of your business."

"Maybe not. I'm still asking."

"Lucky me."

He sets his book aside long enough to bring about the cloak over his long legs. The nights are still fresh upon the last days of winter.

"It was war."

Beside Maedhros thinks, he had swore off his very soul to the folly of his father. He doesn't want to think of Fingon and his gold adorned braids and his warm hands as they cradled Maedhros' feverish pale skin. Once upon a time in Tirion, in Fingon's cosy room, in Maedhros' formal bedchamber, in Oromë's woods. He doesn't want to bring up Beleriand or Thangorodrim and think of the agony of these days, and then later, the darkness and the darker deeds when some soldier had told him there was no body to find, to bury, to say goodbye to.

Maedhros frowns and shakes himself back to the present. In his left hand, the missing right one throbs.

"What about you?" He deflects. Mairon gives him a strange smile, halfway through pity - for himself or Maedhros? It matters not. Maybe they aren't that different after all. Except in this. Fingon was light and kind and good and Maedhros tainted him.

"Depends what you view as marriage." The Maia answers, and it surprises Maedhros that he will answer at all. He shrugs then and looks away from the golden eyes and the similar hair.

"Perhaps I was then."

Mairon hums. "Perhaps I was too."

"Not sure I enjoy this revelation." He wants to keep the talk free of these thoughts, but they come still. He is trying though, they both are. A penance and maybe in Eru knows how long, maybe then he will be able to go to Fingon and feels worthy again. He hopes Mairon has no wish of reconciliation with his own estranged past relationship, Master? Maedhros isn't so sure he will not claw at Morgoth's face with his own bare hand should the Vala ever break free from his jail.

"Who was it then?" Mairon asks and he blows on a loud sigh. Then blinks because after all why would Sauron know? His own father never did. Maedhros can deflect or lie but the moon shines above them and the scent of pines bring him comfort. In this land for once there is no more war. Only mending.

"Gothmog trampled him during the Nirnaeth Arnoediad."

Nothing moves on Mairon's face until then he leans back on his hands, nine fingers splayed in the cold grass and tilts his face to the night sky glittering above them.

"I've never liked Gothmog. Brute with no refinement."

"Not your pal then?"

"Hardly." There the Maia's face contorts into something frightening, and Maedhros can see then what Findaráto probably saw in the dark cells of defiled Minas Tirith.

"They were wrong. The Balrogs. Smelled awful."

"Wronger than you?"

Mairon smiles that provocative smirk of him, the one that means Maedhros hit too close.

"I am prettier." And because they have been journeying together for months now, Maedhros is not surprised when the Maia stands up and without more words, walks away to go and lie further away, arm tucked underneath his head.

He gathers his book and flicks it open. He misses Fingon and the absence of his warmer self within his soul is as noticeable as his missing right hand. One day he will return. He genuinely hopes Mairon's thoughts aren't of the same nature. He looks at the Maia's profile lost in the darkness of the night and thinks that loneliness tends to turn hearts into mangled shapes.

He wishes Ossë will be back soon.

#mai mae & ossë roadtrip in middle earth #usually its a silly thing but i have russingon brainrot and this AU is as a the sea gathering all streams #i like to imbue all my Imbë headcanons within all my AUs #i also think that you carry your 1st love scars forever and for Mairon letting go of what Melkor once meant to him is not that simple #this is a rather different tone than the rest but i am in that mood #also Ossë x Uinen are ace. i will die on this hill. like Fëanor. he truly is waxing poetry and she loves him enough to not comment on it #im writing a lot lately as you can see. just not my 2 wips 😅 #putting it behind a read more bc i dont like clogging peoples dash

[mellodiies]

im always yappin about smth

#im for once in a writing mood so im doing some replies #. [ ○ ] 𝙾𝚄𝚃 . homosexual narcissistic tension. ━━ 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙰.

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

Purple and pink for the Fanfic ask game 😊

Oooh, these are fun!! Thanks for the questions!

💜 Purple: Name one song you're listening to while writing your next/current fanfic. How or why does it help the writing process?

This is not easy to answer because all I've been listening to lately is Beyonce's latest album, Cowboy Carter, lmao. I do usually listen to specific music when writing though! If I can associate a song (or a playlist) to a certain WIP, it's easier to get into the right mood and flow to write it (and it also makes the whole writing process even more enjoyable!)

Before Beyoncé dropped Cowboy Carter, for my most complete WIP I'd been listening to a lot of Nat King Cole, especially Impossible (I found it by chance while listening to his discography and fell in love -- it's so dreamy!). I'll be sure to go back to it soon enough!

🩷 Pink: Do you find a certain character (or characters) easy to write? More difficult -- and if so, do you avoid writing that character (or those characters) when possible?

Oh yes, definitely, I find some easier to write than others! Sometimes a character is easier to write because they're similar to me in some ways (this is what happens with Dorothy, for example, and Crowley from Good Omens!), other times I just (feel like I) have a good handle on what compels them, what their internal dialogue might be like, and how they approach the world (like with Blanche).

I don't think I avoid writing either easier or harder characters, though. I might naturally gravitate towards certain POVs, but whenever I'm working on a scene, I take a moment to consider which POV might be best and whose thoughts would be fun to explore during that scene. Most of the time, the answer is immediate -- i hope you do believe me [...], for example, was always going to be told from Blanche's POV; it made no sense otherwise. Sometimes I do have to think about it a bit harder, and I've rewritten entire scenes from different characters' POVs in the past, just to see what fit best. It's always a fun experiment! No matter the situation, though, I try not to think in terms of ease, but in terms of what would be most effective.

Thanks again for the questions, these were a lot of fun to answer!

#my answer to pink does not mean there's no degree of uncertainty when im writing a character i'm not sure i have a handle on though lmao #i'm always a little anxious when i publish something in a pov im not confident in #and i might occasionally decide to challenge myself by writing in an unfamiliar pov. i had an idea for exactly this kind of fic recently #and i look forward to working on it (once im done with some other works!) #im sorry for the music answer lol beyoncé takes over my life anytime she publishes something new. cowboy carter is *so good* #but i'll go back to nat king cole soon enough because i need the right mood to finish that wip #thank you so very much! #writing

[matt-murdock-needs-a-nap]

a small list of some fics i wrote :) you can read them all on ao3!

Foreign Language - 2.7k Matt and Vladimir meet in elementary school.

From the Ground Up - 4.2k (incomplete) Matt helps Vladimir right his wrongs.

Breaking and Entering and Homemade Chicken Soup - 2.4k Crack shenanigans of Vladimir nursing Matt back to health.

enjoy, my fellow Vladimir apologists.

#mattimir #vladimir ranskahov #matt murdock #fanfic #netflix daredevil #matthew murdock #daredevil #sickfic #kidfic #crack fic #hoenstly i will use any excuse to write these two. when i get into the mood #woof #i can crank out like three fics at once #just check out how much coldflash i write #im currently working on four coldflash fics #so when that dies down i may reopen a mattimir wip and get to work once more

[thecherrygod]

i havent been into it for too long but im kinda surprised i havent seen a harrykim good ol classic florist and tattoo artist au

like yeah im not so sure how the logic of either of them being in those proffessions would work but im talking mostly aesthetics here

like. harry being a florist just. does something to me. like when kim is like he needs hobbies if you get the gardening gloves he suggest gardening is just very good. maybe its a bit of like instead of becoming a teacher first hes a florist first and stays there. or when he was a teacher they had some of a garden in there and he learned and then maybe got a part time job at a florist to support him on his teacher salary bc those usually arent enough. also i think he still has at least some of his adiction issues but not necesarily to the in game level (maybe amphetamines to be able to keep up with his lifestyle also maybe he grows weed but less relevant until later). and maybe he actually got to marry dora and is actually divorced here. working too much, not making enough money, and when back at home hes still an addict, maybe the relationship lasted more but still it never got good enough to keep.

and kim... theres a few options. either undercover just being on the tattoo shop somehow which is like. not the most sense making but still a possibility. or.. he never became a cop, either, got too disappoined by the system early on, noticed the injustice, but realized that it didnt matter what he did it wouldnt be enough. or he did join the rcm for a bit and then quit bc of that, maybe also eyes died in here too and that was the last straw for him leaving. maybe hes not necesarily the guy doing the tattoos, but more of the designs and piercings (i assume its a million times easier doing piercings than tattoos. i dont mean that it doesnt require a technique too tho but getting a needle through skin for a piercing seems easier than having the pulse to work on a permanent piece in someones skin with specific pressure with consistence, and if he was a cop and quit maybe he has shakier hands.... idk. i dont know how stuff like this works generally ngl. also idk. can you have a tattoo.. parlor? and do designs but not the tattoos themselves? id assume you can but no idea)

ok yeah something like that maybe. and also the shops are either side by side or right across the street. i can imagine harry walking through the tattoo parlor and looking at the designs and looking at a few plant based designs and liking them and just. going in. not exactly for a tattoo or anything but more to like. know how it is and maybe meet the artist and then he sees kim which i imagine with a lot of tattoos and piercings which is sort of whats fueling this at this point bc i wasnt gonna think about it for too long but now im too deep into it and like i imagine this kim as.. kind of distant as he tends to be, will try to hide the fact he was a cop bc at this point hes not proud of that, he just likes making designs while listening to speedfreaks fm, which you can hear from outside the parlor while walking on the streets, but he is cool, and if you talk to him he will talk to you, hes just maybe awkward but also he is kinda weird (which has harry like 👉👈)

and this was just going to be me saying "man i havent seen any of this" and instead i sort of made my take on it and it got longer than i expected. anyways!!!

#my posts #and for organization #disco elysium #harrykim inked flowers au #that. doesnt mean im gonna actually make it. maybe. maybe. but i dont make promises #i make tags for myself. for my own organization and to find things later #inked flowers is bc i worry if i tag it as florist/tattoo artists au the tag is gonna get weird when i search for it #...... but i am attached to it now #............. i. would anyone believe me if i said this is like the second au ive made in my life lmao #i dont do this a lot bc i usually just see what others do i just make canon art and concepts and maybe post canon stuff #..... yeah. also it got too long lmao #also regarding the weed situation yeah i think harry would grow his own and at some point share with kim sfihsiug #like i think kim still has his one cigarette only and not much else. a bit of alcohol every once in a while and just weed #i think i should properly think about harry in here btw #this is all just placeholder for myself if it ever happens? #...... i think i am in a mood to like. write long posts today and also a lot of tags apparently #like... just rambling udsighsudig anyways. yeah. i love them i wanna think about them

[diazblunt]

i have a crick in my neck so deep only a hydraulic press could fix

#cowboy.txt #looking up spine replacements once im out of fic writing hell #anyone in the mood to use my spine as a trampoline