#mothie-writes

[moth-baybee]

Tutor! Tenya Iida x Female Reader

This is for @astraluvs School’s Out Collab! I was really pushing myself to write this because I haven’t written smut before, only little teasers. Would’ve liked to get this done sooner, but my health hasn’t been very good lately. Hope this is okay!

Summary: After falling behind in class, you need a tutor to catch you up to speed! Who better to ask than the class rep Tenya Iida? When studying, however, it gets hard to focus, and you both decide to spend your time doing other activities. 

Warnings: Smut! 

Word Count: 1,809

It’s Friday afternoon. The class bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, as well as the school week. Aizawa called out to you,

“(F/N), hang back a sec.” You look at Iida and the rest of the “Dekusquad” and nodded at them.

“You guys go on ahead. I’ll meet you at the dorms.” You walk up to the desk, as they all leave. Iida looks back at you and leans against the wall.

“I’ll wait for her, so she doesn’t have to walk alone.” He pushes his glasses up. Ochako smiles, gushing about how sweet he is, and Deku nods and they walk to the dorms.

Inside the classroom, Aizawa pulls out his gradebook. He flips it open to your page and points to a blank spot.

“Here are the grades from that week you were absent. I’m gonna give you a week to study the chapter and then you’ll take the test. I recommend asking your fellow classmates to help you study. If you can’t get anyone to help, you’re welcome to visit me during my office hours.” You nod grab your stuff.

“I’ll do my best, sir.” You walk out the classroom and saw Iida a few feet away looking at his phone.

“You didn’t have to wait for me you know.” He jumps slightly at the sound of your voice, and he clears his throat.

“Well, I didn’t want you to walk back to the dorms alone.” He smiles at you, and you can’t help but smile back. You two talked for a bit before you decided to ask him, “Hey, so remember that week I was away?” Iida nods. “Well, I gotta make up the work. Mr. Aizawa is giving me one week to study the whole chapter and then I must do the test. As the smartest guy I know,” you grin at him as his face flushes, “could you help me catch up?” He looks straight ahead, unable to look at you, “O-of course I can.” His voice slightly cracks. You smile wide, thanking him as you guys arrive to the dorms. You tell Deku and the others about what Aizawa told you and asked if they wanted to get together for a study group tomorrow, but everyone declined, already having plans.  

Iida sighs and looks at you, “Guess it’ll just be the two of us.”

You smirk, “Like a date?” you tease. He immediately blushes and bids you goodnight, running off to his dorm. Back in your dorm, you replay the way he reacted to you teasing him. You loved to tease him and see his reactions. You smile as you fall asleep.

{THE NEXT DAY}

You met Iida at the library. You yawn, “Morning, Iida.” He looks up to greet you, but freezes, a blush creeping across his cheeks. You were wearing sweatpants, a tank top, and a zip up hoodie.

“Hey, Iida, you okay?” You look at him. He continued to stare in awe. You look down at you outfit,

“Sorry if this is too casual. Woke up a bit later than I wanted to, so I didn’t have time to do my makeup and stuff.” You look away, “I can go change if it makes you uncomfortable.”

Iida stutters out, “No! No! It’s okay! It’s perfectly fine. Just caught me off guard was all. Haven’t seen you in anything other than your uniform or your hero costume.” He smiles. You chuckled.

“Yeah, people don’t usually see me straight out of bed. I had enough time to eat something and brush my teeth and hair.” You begin pulling your books out.

“Wow. So, you’re just naturally beautiful?” He looks at you in awe. You freeze, and he flushes.

“I just said that out loud, didn’t I?” He covers his face and begins babbling out apologies and saying about how “inappropriate” his comment was. You reach over and pull his hands from his face, smiling.

“Don’t be sorry. I thought it was sweet. I’m normally very self-conscious… so hearing you say that really made my day. Thank you, Iida.”

He smiles, looking at you with the sweetest look, “Tenya. Please… call me Tenya.” Now it was your turn to blush. “Okay, Tenya. Call me (F/N).”

{LATER THAT WEEK}

You and Tenya started spending a lot of time together. Studying together every day, walking with each other to classes, even hanging out after school. You both were comfortable enough that when you two were hanging out, you both dressed for comfort. Sweatpants, t-shirts, messy hair, you were both truly comfortable and truly yourselves. The rest of the Dekusquad was happy that you guys were such good friends now.

It was now the night before your Test Day, and you were Tenya’s room kinda stressing. You laid on his bed, as he sat at his desk. You were ranting about failing, or not studying enough, listing every possible thing that could happen. You buried your face in his pillow groaning as he chuckled at you. He moved over and sat on the edge of his bed, placing a hand on your back. “(Y/n), everything will be fine.”

You turned and looked at him, “Easy for you to say. You’re a genius! You’ve got the fancy glasses and everything.” You huff. He chuckles, “Actually, I don’t necessarily need these.”

You sit up fast, “What?! Then why do you have them?” You gawked at him.

“My vision is almost perfect, but I can’t afford to miss a thing. So, these are low prescription.” He pushes them up a bit. You give him a bit of a side glance, “You’re lying.” He gasps and you both laugh, “I most certainly am not!”

You reach up and take his glasses, trying them on. You can see clearly through them, and you take them off. Looking up at Tenya, you can’t help but stare in awe. He freezes, “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head, “Nothing. This is just the first time I’ve seen you without glasses.” You smile. He begins to blush, and says softly, “How do I look?” You smile and softly say back to him, “You’re beautiful, Tenya.” He blushes deeply, and takes a deep breath before asking, “Can I say something?”

You nod, “Of course.”

He smiles, grabbing your hand, placing it on his chest. You can feel his heartbeat, going so fast you though it might beat out of his chest.

“This is how I feel… every time you’re around me.” He leans down, resting his forehead against yours. “I was just scared you didn’t feel the same. If you don’t, I completely understand.” Your hand trails up to rest on the back of his neck.

“Of course, I feel the same. I’ve been teasing you since the first day of school. I always had this crush on you, ever since we met. That first day we studied together, when you told me how beautiful I was, that’s when I truly fell in love with you.” Tears brim in your eyes.

“You have no idea how happy you make me, how much I wanna kiss you.” He chuckles, tears threatening to fall from his own eyes. You make him look at you, “Then kiss me.”

As soon as those words left your lips, his lips slotted against yours in a gentle, almost timid way. You deepen the kiss, causing Tenya to moan. One of his hands finds its way in your hair, gripping it to pull you as close as possible, while the other hand goes around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You feel his cock harden beneath you, and you softly shift your hips to grind on him. His strong hands grab your hips, pushing you down onto his lap, grinding into your heat. He moans against your lips, mumbling a very soft, “fuck”. Hearing him swear made your heart race. You wanted to hear more, so you gently tugged at his hair and grinded down on his cock.

He buries his face in your neck, leaving kisses and small hickeys on your pulse. “I don’t want to rush things, but how far do you want this to go. If you aren’t ready, or just don’t want to, I have no problem with just kisses.” You smile and hum, playing with his hair, “I’m ready if you are. I’m all yours.”

His eyes met yours as he kissed you deeply and pulled away to strip off his clothes. You strip of yours, throwing them to the floor. Tenya grabs your hips and leans in, growling lowly, “You are absolutely beautiful.”  Your arms throw themselves around his neck, pulling him in for a heated kiss, as you two walk backwards onto the bed. He begins to trail hot open-mouthed kisses down your neck, before stopping at your breasts. He licks your nipple and begins to suck on it, fondling the other. You moan out his name, and he comes back up to kiss your lips.

You wrap your legs around him, grinding your wet heat against him. He moans and deepens the kiss. He pulls away, asking, “Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to pressure you or anything.” You whimper at the loss of contact, “I want you, Tenya. Please.”

He swears under his breath as he grabs his cock and stroked himself a few times. Lining up with your entrance, he kisses your lips and pushes himself in. You both moan at the feeling, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Fuck- squeezing me so damn tight!” He rests his forearms right beside your face as his head drops right next to your ear. You could hear every moan, whimper, and dirty thing he whispered in your ear as he began to move, thrusting slowly into you.

“T-tenya, please, faster.” You moan out breathlessly. He sits up and grabs your hips, pistoning his cock into you. You could feel your climax coming, and you moan out a warning. He nods as his fingers travel down to your clit, playing with it, pushing you closer to the edge. “Cum for me. Cum on my cock.” His dirty words push you over the edge as you cum, your eyes rolling back.

He continues to thrust, chasing his own orgasm, “Fuck- I’m gonna cum.” He throws his head back, moaning loudly. “Cum inside me please!” You call out. He leans down and kisses your lips, thrusting deeply before his hips still, cumming inside.

After you both calmed down from your high, Tenya ran you both a bath. He kissed all his marks he left and cleaned the sweat and cum from both of you. He then brought you both to his bed, giving you clean clothes to wear, and you snuggled up next to him, falling asleep in the arms of your lover.

#schoolsout! collab #schoolsout! #collab #bnha x reader #mha smut #mha x reader smut #tenya iida smut #tenya iida x reader smut #bnha tenya #iida tenya #Mothie-writes #mha collab #bnha collab

[marcos-scorpion]

Heyy a Charles Leclercx fem!reader request where he comes home exhausted and the reader is making him a romantic dinner he comes in while she is cooking listening to some old music and he sways her around the kitchen and then they just slowly dance around the kitchen all evening food long forgotten deeply in love with eachother thank you and love your work

il predestinato - Charles Leclerc x Reader

hihi !! so i was aiming for this to be totally fluffy, but there’s a lil angst, mostly around how this season is going for Charles and Ferrari. I really like this tbh, and although i wrote it pretty quickly, i think it’s cute! tysm for the request my lovely,, hope you like it!! requests are still open

warnings- lil sad cos of Ferrari and how they treat Charles,, mostly fluffy

w/c- 1489

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Charles Leclerc was struggling this season. You couldn’t deny it, no matter how much you wished it wasn’t true. 

Ferrari disasterclass after Ferrari disasterclass were starting to weigh heavily on his mind. No matter how many positive interviews after less positive results he gave, how many toothy grins he shot your way after another day in the factory or on the sim, you could see how all of this was beginning to weigh on your boy. 

You knew he deserved more, every F1 fan knew he deserved more. You’d seen messages between him and Pierre, him and Max, hell even a few with Sebastian that showed that they knew he deserved more. You’d watched quietly as his brothers rallied around him, despite Arthur taking off in F2 and Lorenzo always having to dash off for meetings, his career being more demanding than people realised. You’d watched as Charles’ dreams crumbled under the pressure of the team, under the tyres of his once-beloved red car. 

He was meant to be ‘il predestinato’. The Predestined. One of the greats waiting to happen. He was meant to be fighting for that title, wheel to wheel with the Red Bull, the Mercedes, and, surprisingly, the Aston Martin. He was a front of the grid, top step of the podium driver, stuck with the team who had promised him the world, and left him to piece together the shards of the glory they had promised. 

You felt powerless in this all. A girl with a degree earned in student loans and scholarships, and no career to back it up, in a fast-paced world of the rich and important. Finding a place in Charles’ life had been difficult as it was, but you would do it all again to support him. Put your dreams of a Masters degree, and a doctorate, on hold. Sell your meagre little studio flat for the life so many dream of in Monaco. Leave family and friends behind for a world that would never quite be yours, no matter how many brands suddenly wanted to dress you for paddock appearances, no matter how much diamond jewellery Charles draped around your throat. What could a normal girl do to support someone like Charles, in a situation as delicate and important as this. 

Whatever you could. Anything you could. You celebrated his wins, commiserated and comforted after losses. Spent weekend after weekend in crowded garages, night after night holding him as his shoulders shook under the weight of everyone’s expectations, as tears ran in rivulets down his cheeks. 

Today was going to be a hard day for Charles. You had seen it in his eyes when he had left your shared apartment that morning. Another meeting with the Ferrari high-ups, another meeting where they blamed everything but themselves for the poor results ahead of the Azerbaijan Grand Prix this coming weekend. As soon as the lock clicked into place behind him, you decided you needed to do something today that could hopefully lift his mood. 

After spending most of the morning cleaning your home, washing his training gear and polishing the monitors on his sim, dusting trophies in the cabinets lining his office walls, a trip to the market began. The ingredients for Charles’ favourite food in your basket, you decided to stop and get a few more treats for him that would certainly anger his trainer. A bottle of his favourite expensive wine, pastries from the little stall he took you to the day you met, the chocolate his mum bought him after good results in kart races as a child. 

Hours later, after what felt like much longer leant over the stovetop in your kitchen, the rich smell of the sauce you were stirring filled the room, the soft sounds of Elvis crooning though the speaker settled safely on the windowsill. Charles wasn’t meant to be home until seven thirty, and it was currently just past five. Enough time to finish the sauce, lay out the good plates and light a few candles. Maybe change into something other than the pyjamas you had put on when you got back from the market. ‘Pyjamas’ being a pair of Charles’ boxers fresh out of the dryer and your faded university jumper. 

Tapping on your phone to increase the volume, you began to gently sway your hips to the intro to Suspicious Minds. So wrapped up in the music, you didn’t hear the front door click, or the bag hit the floor in the entryway. The footsteps making their way into the kitchen didn’t register, not until you felt an arm snake around your waist, palm pressed into the skin of your stomach and the waistline of the stolen underwear. 

You didn’t even flinch at the sensation on your skin, it was so familiar and comforting. Leaning back into his touch, you smiled lazily as your eyes met. 

“Hello, mon coeur.” He murmured, pressing his lips against your hair. 

Twisting in his arms, you let him fully wrap you in his embrace, feeling the tension melt away from the muscles in his back. It had been as bad a day as you’d expected, you could see the slight glisten in his eyes, the furrow in his brow. 

“Oh my darling,” you began “I take it the meeting didn’t go well?” You already knew the answer, but the tightening of his arms around your waist as he buried his face against your hair told you enough. 

You could feel his lips move against your scalp after a few moments, the words he wanted to say struggling to come out. He sighed, stepping back slightly, shifting his arms to press his hands onto your hips. “They’re blaming me. Saying I’m not working hard enough, not trying hard enough to adapt to the car. I’m going against all their plans, against how they’ve set everything out for me. As if it isn’t their bad strategy that’s fucking me over every race.” 

You suddenly felt insecure that your days-worth of work wasn’t going to help, or would even worsen his mood, that it was going against the plan designed by his team and his PT that was so clearly set out to help him be his best. 

“I-I wasn’t sure how you would be feeling, so I’ve tried to cook your favourite. But if you don’t want it, the pre-planned meal ingredients from your trainer are in the fridge. I can make that, o-or I got some pastries from that stall, the one from our first date? And some chocolate, the one your mum used to get.” You smoothed a thumb over the crease between his brows, “We can do whatever you want.”

His hands dropped from your sides, and his chin drooped towards his chest, and you began to panic more. “O-or I can call Pierre, or your brothers, and you can have a boys night, I’ll get out of your way. Whatever you need me to do.” 

His head is still down, and you’re so worried that you’ve made everything worse. But you weren’t expecting the look that you were met with when he raised his head. His eyes were shining more now, the glistening from earlier now lining his lashes with unshed tears. You weren’t expecting the sheer love that was emanating from his expression, his entire being. 

The smile he gave you could move planets, reignite the stars. Any insecurity and anxiety settled in your chest disappeared, replaced with a deep-rooted warmth. 

“Oh, my darling girl,” he sighed, “What good did I do in a past life to deserve you?” 

His arms snaked around your waist again, pulling you tight against him. He began softly swaying to the music still playing. 

“Sometimes, I think the universe made you for me. No one has ever done something so simple, yet so perfect. I think we were designed for each other mon coeur. Destiny did something right for once.” His voice was barely above a whisper. 

“You know, I used to think the nickname il predestinato was a curse. A label placed on me for such an unattainable dream. A ridiculous notion, and unexpected pressure. But I believe that I was your predestined. And you’re mine. And as long as I have you, all of those dreams are within reach again.”

The food was long forgotten, simmering away to itself, and the candles on the table would remain unlit, for tonight at least. Right now, nothing would feel better than dancing with the love of your life to the songs your parents loved too. 

And as the opening notes to Can’t Help Falling in Love With You began, and Charles reached around you to turn off the stove, twirling you to the song as he softly sang the words, you couldn’t help but agree with his sentiment.  

This love was written in the stars. Predestined. And maybe, that was all you two would ever need. 

#Charles Leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #Formula one x reader #charles Leclerc imagine #Charles Leclerc x you #f1 imagine #Fuck Ferrari this season #il predestinato deserves better #Mothie writes #Requests are open #Tysm for the request #F1 x reader fluff #Charles Leclerc x reader fluff

[mellowwillowy]

An imagine of my current WIP

Yan! Nemesis: Tell me, do you wish to escape?

Doll Reader: ... where is he?

Yan! Nemesis: He will die and so will you, burnt in this revolutionary fire. Tell me, do you want to escape?

Doll Reader: ...

Yan! Nemesis: ... do you perhaps wish to die in the same fire as that tyrant did?

Doll Reader: *shakes head* I don't wish to die for him and I don't wish to escape. I only wish to live and die for myself.

Yan! Nemesis: Then why won't you escape with me?

Doll Reader: Because I know if I ever run away from this room, I will only be bound to live in another room. I know what I am. I am merely a porcelain doll, no?

Yan! Nemesis: I'm sorry... I had to leak your writings...

Doll Reader: No... It's okay. Instead, I'm thankful. You granted my one wish of being able to do something that was not controlled by him... although it was still controlled by you...

Yan! Nemesis: ... sorry...

Doll Reader: Thank you...

#this is sooooo inspired by mothy #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere imagines #male yandere #yandere insert #yandere oc #yandere headcanons #yandere works #yandere writing #reader insert #x gn reader #x reader #oc

[cranberrytea451]

I dont have a problem. I can stop simping anytime i want

Oh really? BET.

This one is for you 🫵.

(I wrote this in the car so feel free to excuse my typos.)

Motti wasn't known for her patience. In fact, she wasn't known for much at all besides the occasional 'carrot' comment about her red hair.

So it stood to reason that she should have just leaned up to kiss him.

But how did you kiss a skeleton prince? One that had no lips but hummed in praise when she landed an arrow. One that had no skin but whose hands left phantom heat on the back of her shirt when he corrected her stance. One that had no heart but was kind to her even when she lashed out at him.

How did you kiss someone who was created to give love but not receive it?

She knew he possessed demi-god like powers, and his presence radiated positivity, causing joy wherever he stepped foot.

Then why did his eyes seem so sad.

Motti trapped her bottom lip between her teeth. She stood taut and poised, her arm pulled back.

Whoosh.

The arrow flew past the target and embedded itself in the ground.

She half expected a little murmur of encouragement or a soft chuckle to brush against her neck.

There was none. He had been gone for days and she had waited. Motti was not known for her patience.

But she knew she needed some now because she messed up. God damn it, she messed up bad. She was afraid he was never coming back and she never even leaned up to kiss him.

She closed her eyes, seething in frustration and self-loathing. Her knuckles became white as she gripped her bow.

The sky above rumbled in displeasure, as if feeding off her mood. And a couple of tears fell from her face as the rain poured.

She had pushed him too far. They did this thing… a game, a secret between them. Teasing and prodding one another until someone gave (usually her) and laughter broke.

The teasing wasn't enough, she wanted more. She wanted all of him. She wanted their connection to be deeper than just friends with inside jokes. She wanted him to crawl inside her and wear her as a skin. She wanted to shield his bones from the notches and discoloration that would sometimes peak out behind his shirt.

She wanted … she wanted.

She wanted to trace his skeletal features with the tips of her fingers. She wanted to wake to his arms snaked around her womb. She wanted to sit in his lap while he read a book.

She wanted him to cry on her shoulder for once.

Motti had been bolder with her teasing. She touched him for longer, winked at him more, posed her body in a flattering manner.

And thought of how to seduce a man who couldn't get a boner.

She came up with a plan. An apple.

Romance books were chalk full of scenes like that. The woman biting into a bright red apple and then licking its exposed flesh, then the man would get flushed and flustered.

And oh, Motti wanted to see him flustered for once.

If it turned out silly she could just play it off as one of their games… but if not….

Well, it didn't turn out either way she thought.

"So this is where you've been hiding."

His voice reverberated below her sending an itch up her spine.

"I wasn't hiding. I was relaxing."

"Perched up there?" She missed the way his voice wavered slightly. "I may call you dove, but I'm pretty sure humans can't fly."

"OH please." She leaned her back more securely against the tree trunk and crossed her legs. "I'm hardly seven feet off the ground. Look, if these apples don't go splat when they hit the ground, then I won't either."

She expected a jovial 'tch' or a familiar 'hmm', but all she got was silence. She should have known then that something was wrong.

The red head glanced at him over her eyelashes. His glowing eyes stared past her, the perpetual grin on his face looked as taut as a bow.

He wasn't paying attention. Why had she been so greedy?

Motti let out a huff then did something very stupid. She plucked an apple and jumped.

Dream's reaction was spontaneous, sprinting and swiping her out of the air before gravity could even set in.

"I could have landed on my own."

"Yes, but then I wouldn't have the pleasure of holding you."

She was flush against his chest, his hands firmly holding her to him. The tree leaves above leaving shimmering shadows across his face. Blinded by her own wants she hadn't seen the way his eyes darkened in some unreadable melancholy. This was the moment she should have leaned up to kiss him.

She was bold but still not brave enough, so instead–

"Want one?"

She lifted the apple to her mouth and took a slow bite. She had rattled him, but not in the way Motti wanted.

A skeletal hand snapped to her wrist.

And squeezed.

Until she dropped the apple.

Dream hadn't looked angry. He looked afraid. His eyes disappeared into their sockets, his hands shook violently.

And then she let out a little gasp of pain.

And then he let go as if she were made of fire.

And then he was gone.

Btw motti doesn't know his backstory yet here.

You are welcome for the angst. Here have a wholesome meme.

#cranberry juice #cranberrytea451 answer #you are a simp #but i am too #i love him 😩 #i was already editing my other fanfiction so i was in writing mode #dream sans #little one shot #a shot to the heart #mothie you are actually know for ur awesome art

[pricechecktranslations]

Outlaw and Marionette

Outlaw and Marionette

泥から生まれた死者の王は

The king of the dead born from mud

新たな世界へ魂を導く

Will guide the souls to a new world

その理から外れた僕は

Though I am separate from their way of things,

一人じゃないさ　きみがそばにいるなら

I am not alone, as long as you're by my side

,

逸れ者達とその神は

Those outcasts and their god

死ぬ事さえも許されず

Aren't even permitted to die

ならば僕も導こう

In that case, I shall lead them

また一つの悪ノセカイ

To yet another World of Evil

.

開かれたLychgate

A Lychgate that was opened

辿り着けぬMarionette

A Marionette that was unreachable

不完全Punishment

A Punishment that was incomplete

弾け飛んで消えた

They all shot off and vanished

.

誰かが夢見た

This is the

時計仕掛けのユートピアさ

Clockwork utopia that someone dreamed up

.

間違いだらけを集めれば

Surely there are times where gathering up all the mistakes

別の正解になる時もあるだろう

Can in itself lead to a different solution

四人いた僕らは道を違えた

The four of us changed our course

結局誰もが正解では無かった

And in the end, neither of us had been correct

.

君が作った世界を

I've destroyed everything

全て壊してしまった

Of the world you built

僕らはいつだってそう

We've always been this way

お互いがはぐれ者

Both of us mutual outcasts

.

下されたJudgment

A judgment that was handed down

暑さ残るAugust

An August of lingering heat

君に似合う季節だと

It has never felt to me as though

とても思えなかった

This season suited you

.

葉月の記憶は

These August memories

冬の寒さに消え去った

Disappeared into the cold of winter

.

逸れ者達と人形は

Those outcasts and that doll

眠る事も許されず

Aren't even permitted to sleep

そして僕は導こう

And so I shall lead them

嘆き叫ぶ悪ノセカイ

To a World of Evil that shrieks in lament

.

開かれたLychgate

A Lychgate that was opened

辿り着けぬMarionette

A Marionette that was unreachable

不完全Punishment

A Punishment that was incomplete

弾け飛んで消えた

They all shot off and vanished

.

列をなしたOutlaw

The Outlaws all lined up

世界が突き付けたNo

The world shot back a "No".

君を連れてくるだろう

They'll take you along too

棺の中に入れて

Once I put you in the coffin

.

誰かが夢見た

This is the

時計仕掛けのユートピアさ

Clockwork utopia that someone dreamed up

#()songs #()mothy #()evillious chronicles #listen i know he wrote it as outlow but he's confirmed that's a typo #and he's clearly referring to the Outlaws from Outlaw and Lychgate #so unless he immortalizes the mistake elsewhere i'm gonna write it how i want #anyway this is one that i'm a tiny bit unsure of #would love to have just a little bit more context #even though i'm sure i know who it's talking about

[mothy-leaf]

I cant believe this game is 6 years old I couldn't make anything big for it but I wanted to have a little doodle to remember by! c:

#hollow knight #hk hornet #hk hollow #hk ghost #mothy's art #im noticing my tags are grtting messed up.. i gotta fix that! #this game will always have a piece of my heart i adore it and all the amazing people who devote so much art and work and writing to it <3

[ruefanofall]

Thinking about Anne because I love her so much.

DISCLAIMER: This is very Headcanon influenced and I have some negative opinions on how Mothy characterizes Anne later on and in the Horse of Evil novel. So Pls do not take what I say as canon!!(it's Canon in my heart <\3)

It's the way she represents Life in my eyes... The light at the end of the tunnel, she's love and life. Anne's always been a kind person, a protector. Her dream was to create a kingdom where children could play safely and I'M SICK. I'M SICK

I have my . Opinions on the Horse of Evil Novel. But what never struck right with me was trying to push Anne as Cruel. It never made sense to me tbh. Sure maybe she could be stern, and she was DEFINITELY mourning her late lover and That def had an influence on her but to make her so cruel???? It feels Icky and I think Anne deserves So Much Better.

She's the Goddess of Victory!!! She's a kind soul!!! Anne is the anchor to Arth to Lucifenia and she is sooooo dear to me. I love her sm.

#mothy let me write for anne instead you coward #anne lucifen d'autriche #evillious chronicles #love you anne <3

[three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat]

Writing ask:

Maybe LU modern Au thing? No pressure!

Anyway took a few days but here you go! I took this opportunity to finally write another crack fic with four so it's probably not what you're expecting lmao. Kinda lost what little plot there was halfway through too

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"Someone's pulling us over." Green said. Vio sighed, and pulled the car to the side of the road. 

"Is it the cops?" Blue twisted around. 

Green shoved him back down. "If it is the cops, do you want to get us in more trouble?"

"Anyone do anything illegal lately?" 

"Other than how we're harboring a criminal in our house?" Blue asked sarcastically. "No."

"Shadow isn't a criminal anymore." Vio reminded him. "Dot pardoned him."

"Then why does everyone keep calling the cops on us?" He accused. "Wild nearly sets his house on fire at least once a week and even he doesn't see the cops as often as we do."

Vio sniffed and turned away, pointedly refusing to answer his question. 

A cop walked up to the window a moment later, knocking on it.

"Hello, officer." Vio said, rolling down the window and plastering on a smile.

"Have you seen this man?" The officer asked. He held up a picture of Legend, and Vio had to hold in a groan. "He was seen in a car matching the description of yours headed this way."

"No, I'm afraid not." He lied. 

"What about you?" The officer peered into the car, and Vio hoped he couldn't see the swords they'd shoved under the back seat. It would probably be a bit hard to explain what they were for.

"Nope." Blue said, crossing his arms.

He pulled out another picture, this time of Warriors. "What about him?"

"No." Vio said. "If you don't mind me asking, officer, what did they do?"

"They stole a few bottles of alcohol, but they were covered in blood, so we're treating them as dangerous."

"Well, I'll let you know if we see them."

He nodded, and Vio rolled up his window. Once he had left, he pulled out his phone, bringing up Legend’s number. The call connected within a moment.

"Get out of my damn trunk." He hissed, not even waiting for an acknowledgement.

There was a thump from the back of the car, and an echoing one on Vio's phone.

"I'm not in your trunk." Legend said. 

"And pigs fly." Green said, rolling his eyes. "The cops just pulled us over."

"Oh shit, that's what that was?" Warriors whispered, clearly thinking they wouldn't be able to hear. 

"Are you drunk?" Red asked, leaning closer to Vio's phone.

"...No."

"Time's gonna get your ass." Blue snorted.

"Pfft, he's like four feet tall. He can't do anything to me."

Vio's eye twitched. As a proud and somewhat reluctant owner of four feet and four inches, he didn't really appreciate that comment.

"I think he's going nuts." Legend said. Now that Vio was paying attention, he could tell that he was drunk. "He keeps calling Time Mask and insisting he's like, really short."

"Are you injured?"

"Uh, no. I don't think this is our blood."

"You're paying to clean my car."

"What? No–"

Vio hung up. He leaned forward, forehead resting on the steering wheel, not even caring that he was pressed against the horn, and sighed. It was so much simpler when he was helping Shadow take over the world.

#linked universe #lu four #lu legend #lu warriors #lu #lu fic #alcohol mention #mb's writing #mb and mothie scream about hats

[frankiensteinsmonster]

Y'all out here bagging on self inserts??! ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ Sorry..I'm here to insert a myself into every story I write and then die. I have stories where Every character is a self insert and I am vibing, in my element, and having fun.

Every person is probably very interesting in some aspect and if you don't like a story because of Any reason, then stop engaging with it-- I really do not see the issue that is being presented to me, this is actual nonsense

#i have ocs that started as Not self inserts and then They Become Self Inserts #I've changed characters Drastically as my own life has change. like. diversity win- my oc is now physically disabled bc i am #HAVE FUN SUBJSBDJSNS literally i don't even care if you're a “good writer #“ or if your story is ”interesting“. that shit is subjective and if you're not having fun whays the fucking point? #self inserts #writing opinions #writing #mothie speaks

[moth-baybee]

Im going to hell anyways so what dislyte characters do you think like being called daddy or similar names?

Dominant Names for Male Espers

Daddy

Donar, Li Ling, Triki, Lucas, Arcana, Ahmed, Djoser, Pritzker, Stewart, Drew, Hall, Freddy, Leon, Unky Chai

Master

Narmer, Hyde, Ollie, Ahmed, Falken, Arcana, Sander, Luo Yan, Pritzker, Ren Si, Long Mian, Drew, Leon

Sir

Donar, Narmer, Li Ling, Unas, Ahmed, Sander, Luo Yan, Pritzker, Stewart, Drew, Chalmers, Leon

None (Either submissive or just don't like dom names)

Lu Yi, Lewis, Fabrice, Jacob, Taylor, Xie Chuyi, Xie Yuzhi, Bardon, Li Ao, Q, Tang Yun, Tang Xuan, David

Let me know what you think!

#dislyte #dislyte x reader #dislyte smut #mothie-writes

[arecaceae175]

Sentence word prompt: Celebrations

The other heroes have been asking him weird questions all week, and Four couldn’t figure out why.

“Hey smithy, what’s your favorite dessert?” Wild asked one night as he was cooking.

“I can never agree with myself on that one,” Four said with a chuckle. “Nothing too sweet.”

“Hey Four! Hypothetically, you rather have a calm evening reading a book or a huge party?” Wind asked.

“Uh,” Four said. “Book, I guess? What’s the context?”

Wind just shrugged and changed the subject.

“What’s your favorite color?” Legend asked as they traveled one day.

That one caused a bit of an internal argument, so he decided on rainbow.

“What’s something little you wish you had to make your day easier?” Sky asked. He asked to the group, technically, but he was looking at Four. Four couldn’t think of a good answer.

Four didn’t have to wait too long to find out their reasoning. At the end of the week, as he got back from his morning patrol with Time, he realized the camp was suspiciously empty.

“Where is everyone?” Four asked, hand on the hilt of his sword. Time smirked and stepped to the side.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!” The other heroes jumped out from their hiding places and yelled in unison. Wind and Wild pulled a cloth up to reveal a large cake and eight wrapped gifts.

Four felt a huge smile stretch across his face. “I completely forgot,” Four muttered.

“We know,” Time said, dropping a hand on Four’s shoulder.

“Time for birthday celebrations!” Wind yelled. He ran up to Four and tugged on his hand.

“Come on! I want cake!” Wind said. Four laughed and felt his grin grow impossibly bigger.

#my birthday is coming up soon!!! #none of the Links share a birthday month with me #Four is the closest based on his game’s Japan release date #so Four gets a birthday party! #(thank you for that date mothie!) #ace writes #three sentence prompt #linked universe #linkeduniverse #the lu boyos #lu four #ace's ask games

[ishida-edition]

Pewter, re-explaining psyncing to Reika: Imagine an egg.

Mothi in her eye socket, trying to help visualize things: *displaying a photo of Dissonance Id Reika instead of the egg analogy slideshow*

#ai the somnium files #aitsf #reika ishida #ishida edition au #mothi #ishida edition shitposts #writing reference go brrr

[magpie-sherlock]

I’m not good at prompts buttt

Picnic?

Post fight scene?

Writing more into a headcanon you have about one of the links?

You can pick whatever or none! Sorry this is so awkward XD

oooo i like the picnic idea (maybe i can also incorporate the post fight scene thing too)

Legend flops down on the grass next to Wild, bokoblin blood smeared across half his face. "I'm hungry."

Wind looks up from cleaning his sword. "So am I."

The rest of the chain agrees. The woods they had just escaped had been full of monsters, and no-one had gotten a good break. The mood had been heavy, and their feet dragged all the way to the clearing. Once they were out in the open, Warriors suggested they pause and no-one protested.

Time stands up and brushes his pants off. "Let's rest here. It's an open field, so we should be able to take a break." He walks over to Epona and pulls out a big blanket, large enough to fit the whole chain. It's spread out on the ground, and the boys all but collapse on it, exhausted from their most recent battle.

Wild pulls out some different fruits and vegetables, and sets some meat up to roast. While the meat cooks, they snack on apples and carrots. Wounds are tended to. Faces and hands are cleaned. By the time the meat is done, the mood had lightened significantly. Wild pulls the meat off the spit and distributes it.

Wind leans on Sky, his eyes drooping. "I'm never going back in that forest again," he says. Sky nods in agreement.

"I've never seen so many monsters in one place," Twilight says, his mouth half full of food. "And weirdly enough, none of 'em had black blood."

Four shrugs. "They were still ridiculously strong."

Time frowns. "Their strength was more in numbers than in physical strength."

"Regardless, we aren't going back in there," Warriors says, before taking a bite of his food. At this statement, the whole chain sighs in relief.

The sun rises higher in the sky. Wind falls asleep on Sky's shoulder; Sky falls asleep resting his head on top of Wind's. Legend and Hyrule end up using each other as pillows. Twilight and Four quietly swap stories, and Warriors and Wild clean their weapons.

Time looks at his boys, and walks over to Epona, who's lied down in the grass. He sits down and leans up against her, taking one last look at the chain. His boys are safe. They are all safe. He closes his eye and drifts off.

#a question for 'lock #writing prompt #mothie!!! #linked universe #ty for the request!!

[nye-draws]

there was no love, this is no love

AU where Lukana, with the spell on her weakening, accidentally gets her hands on Grim the End thanks to Yufina and kills Venomania like the girlboss she is.

#evillious chronicles #madness of duke venomania #theres a lot to this au i just need to write it all down #lukana octo #seth twiright #adam moonlit #mothy #akuno p #tablet art

[hellfirebride]

if i write something about a character that's canonically deceased, i don't think i'll explain that shit. how did they survive? fuck if i know. haven't i done enough thinking around here? just make something up.

#writing #i can't believe this isnt a shitpost #mothy shut up #if you saw matt and mello die no you didnt

[ruefanofall]

Hey its ur resident Arth Lucifen D'Autriche girlie back at it again to talk about her lil guy.

//Cw:talk about death

I am simply thinking about Arth and the association of Death with his character. Its Just So Interesting how Death is so intertwined with him, yet He as a person seems to cheat death multiple times until He Can't no more.

That plus His whole connection to Lich who takes the form of a Black bird(birds commonly associated with death) is So Interesting. There is something there... Mayhaps something about Such a lively person, a beacon of Hope in a despairing and rotting world.

Also also there is something about the fear of the unknown and the inevitable... Feeling powerless to change your fate...

I love Arth so much its unreal

#evillious chronicles #evillious #arth lucifen d'autriche #mothy let me write for arth instead you coward #death mention tw