#so many thought & yet so little space 😔

[tiyoin]

Twisted anxiety reader in a singing contest show (MHAHAMHAHAH) It would be a reason why she was singing in the woods.

✨ imagine✨

MC is feeling useless and unhelpful and just wants to pull their weight in supporting the dorm and stuff. Just overall trying to be more useful to Yuu.

So she overhears smth about a anonymous singing contest and the winner will get $5000 which for mc, Yuu and Grimm that's a lot of money. And 2nd and 3rd also has cash prizes. I think she goes for 2nd place ,so she has the money of 1st without the popularity of 1st. So she puts her fears to the side (🤨no she doesn't) to help her friend and cat.

I see this contest being an online voting type thing. Also celebs 😉 do go on the show to help promote it, to judge them and what ever else they do.

In the show they give the contestants a "wish"/ charm that can help them with their performance (enter ✨shimmers✨ & instruments magic that was talked about). It what makes the show popular

Now we give MC song/writing abilities. She honestly has a diary of kind. She needs it.( Torture her bout it later😈)

Now I'm sure we wondering how does this come into play

THEY THINK THE SONGS ARE ABOUT THEM

They'll all find a way to connect the songs to themselves. If songs says an eye color or hair color the characters with said color goes crazy about it.

Enchanted by Taylor Swift is one that comes to mind as a song that everyone relates to.

Rook/ jade would send clips of MC singing on the show and "THIS IS THE VOICE I HEARD"

I have so many sub-plots for twisted singer reader.

Also I'm really glad to like hearing things like this. I was really nervous to send the asks.

More to come along at one point or another ☺️☺️

i immediately thought of “ivory skin and eyes of emerald green” from jolene and rook just going:

shout out to @/a-twistedheartslonging because i WILL NOT stop using this cute little rook meme they made fldkaldkakwkdkxkakdkfhx

OH MY GOD READER IS SO NERVY AND SCARED AND THINKING SOOO MUCH ABOUT THIS SINGING COMPETITION AHHHHH

they’re physically reacting to thinking about it. they’re nervous tics come out (that happens to me, whenever i’m suppppper nervous i start chanting and get anxiety induced tics) and yuu and grim are getting worried because nothing has happened, so why are you so anxious?

OH MY GOD HAHSHSHAH IMAGINE THE WHOLE CONTEST IS FILLED WITH INTROVERTS HAHDHAHAHAH they all get to suffer at our expense

MUWHAHAHAHSHZHHAH AHHHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAH😈😈😈

*clears throat* anyways 🙂

reader : *sings enchanted*

ALL of the guys she made eye contact with that week: …so you’re proposing?

OH MY GOD MAYBE ROOK AND JADE (for totally separate reasons) SEND IN A CLIP THEY TOOK OF Y/N SINGING AND SENDING IT TO THE SHOW BAHAHSHAHA

idk maybe there’s some super duper advanced magical technology (marvel’s equivalent of ‘quantum’) and y/n gets an invitation and they’re like????

I DIDNT EVEN DO ANYTHING YET

THE CELEBRITY ENDORSEMENT IS SOOO REAL-

ROOK BRINGING VIL TO THE FOREST WHOSE GRUMBLING ABOUT HOW HE HAS HOMEWORK AND HOW THIS’LL THROW HIS SCHEDULE OFF-

“non non! roi du poison you must come with me avec hâte!” (with haste)

and they’re crouched behind a rock for a few minutes and vil is annoyed because rook is doing rook things again and he does not have time for this. especially not today because he has to find someone to endorse for the music show he volunteered to judge.

only problem: EVERYONE SUCKS OR HAS AN UGLY PERSONALITY!! vil is disgusted by the cockiness and the greediness of these… influencers who paid their way to be on the show.

it puts a horrible taste in his mouth, especially with how shameless they are to try and win his favor. he’s not some cheap executive they can bribe to put their foot through the door, especially with their lack luster… abilities.

vil almost called it talent, but you had to be good to have that.

just as he’s about to voice his complaints and leave, rook’s grip on his shoulder stopped him from moving and the finger to his lips stopped him from breathing. vil was visibly shocked because rook never put hands on him, especially like this.

there was a snap of a twig up ahead. rook’s forest green eyes flicked to the horizon a few times, head too, urging him to look.

and he’s more than pleasantly surprised to see… you- well as much of yourself that you would allow the watchful eyes of the trees see. your ceremonial robe covering your short stature.

rook looked at vil expectingly, but vil was still confused, so what if a student was in the woods? unless it was his own this was a problem rook should bring up to the other house wardens. and it wasn’t illegal, nor against the school rules so-

then, you started singing.

he couldn’t recognize the song. but he could recognize the passion. yes you were untrained and flat in a few sections but that didn’t matter. you were good, pitchy but good.

song after song, sometimes repeating a few as you danced and bowed your heart away.

he wasn’t sure how much time passed but it was a considerable amount since the sun that once well over the trees now peeked through the canopy and was gazing longingly at the moon.

cursing, you looked around, bent down to collect the things you brought with you, and scurried away towards another entrance towards the forest.

vil was quick to react, to follow but rook stopped him. looking down at his vice house warden with an incredulous look, rook only shook his head softly. there was a reason you were alone in the woods and not in the various music clubs.

this was your little secret.

vil who WAITS for your submission so he can back you but you never submit… hm,

with a snap of his manicured fingers, rook is on it! maybe rook knows who you are, maybe he doesn’t, vil could really care less since the whole show is based off of anonymity.

(vil side eyes the influencers and other contestants who practically spell it out for the audience who they are so they can vote for them)

maybe to… put you on the right track vil has rook go to your little forest spot and place a flyer there, practically ENCOURAGING YOU TO SIGN. UP.

you think someone would get a hint right?

“huh, that’s weird… maybe i should change locations since someone else was here”

that’s it. rook’s sending in your video and you’re getting a flyer stapled to the tree saying you’re accepted. yes yes this is because of your fairy god mother’s NOW SING

vil also giving y/n some song recommendations he thinks that are good, up until he sees you gently pull out a FUCKING LOADED BOOK from your backpack filled with songs.

yes darling those are great but lol at all the nice songs he gave you! they’re in your range too!!

vil slowly finding out who you are because he heard you hum a song in the hallways that only the mysterious ‘forest nymph’ (what a ludicrous myth the students came up with) sang.

and yes he’s shocked that the ramshackle neet (ouch vil 😿) has golden pipes.

THE CHAT ROOM IS NOW INVITE ONLY TO THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE HEARD THE ELUSIVE FOREST NYMPHS SONG!!! (i’ll cook smthn better i promise)

VIL THINKING WHAT TO SEND THEM TO HELP THEM IN A CUT THORAT BATTLE ROUND AND ROOK OFF HANDEDLY COMMENTING ‘if only there were an orchestra here to play along with their beautiful singing’

ERUKIA!!

*cue golden instruments*

but in hindsight sight:

we’re gonna give her so much anxiety she’s not gonna know what to do😈 sorry pookie!! there’s no safe space at night raven college☺️🫶

#so many thought & yet so little space 😔 #just know that i’m right here- patiently waiting in the wings for your next ask so i can info dump some more ☺️ #i don’t want this to get too long but #sorry for the long post babes🙈 #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #tiyoin’s cuties 。 ඞ 。 #VIL THINKING OF WHAT TO

[tubbytarchia]

Etho doodles in which I let my inner dinosaur nerd take over 😔 and also have no idea how to shade

Get it cause he's old and washed up haha... ok but actual raptor Etho hybrid justification below cut

To be honest the main reason was because I really wanted a hybrid in the mix who wasn't some furry creature and a reptile or amphibian or smth instead. Etho still ended up feathered but whatever it's close enough! But for ACTUAL reasoning:

He does feel damn ancient, like an old deity of the mcyt space that no one can dislike. Dinosaurs are the same!! They're old but still thought of with great fascination and fondness, everyone loves dinosaurs...

Dinosaurs are ever so mysterious, as many advancements as we make there's still so much we don't know. Just as we know jackshit about mister Kakashi skin man. Also, there are so many incomplete skeletons out there. I didn't have a particular species in mind for Etho, because where's the mystery in that? He can be one of those 5% skeleton 95% speculation dinosaurs like this guy!! Missing jaw and all

"I'm a runner, not a protector" - so, a raptor, or more specifically the Dromaeosauridae family, which literally has "running/runner" in its name

But! I'm always a fan of stuff going against its nature, especially in this case! Etho states he's not a runner yet protects his allies rather fiercely even in total silence. Eg refusing to kill Cleo in SL or to give away Tango's location during the LimL manhunt, same for Grian in SL. He was a bit flaky in 3L I think? And he only started to have genuine care for allies in LL with Bdubs? Though he is still very much a runner in many cases like during the LL Wither fight. Research also strongly suggests that most if not all raptors were solitary hunters, and the way I see Etho (through my shamefully limited watchtime of his POVs...) he feels a lot like someone who ultimately only trusts himself at the start even if he's pleasant and allying with others, and doesn't seem to think he can carry his weight in groups though he doesn't voice this a lot. That's just how Etho is, very composed, but it feels like there's an insecurity there, showcased especially in SL but again I haven't seen almost any of his POVs in full so maybe I'm talking out of my ass!! Sorry ethogirls I'm only a sidegig ethogirl myself... But yeah tldr to me he gives off the vibe of an otherwise solitary animal struggling to find 100% sure footing in a pack. In whichever ways he does go against his nature, its not usually made a show of

At the mention of a raptor, a lot of people will probably think of the glamourized Jurassic Park Velociraptors. But those awesome guys from the movies are actually the size of chickens. In general though, dinosaurs tend to be a bit.. exaggerated in media, despite how inherently fascinating they already are. And I think it fits Etho because we all know how the Lifers seem to fear and mancrush on him when he's just some dork with perfect capability to become pathetic at a moment's notice. Still, he's a clearly skilled player and still respected without question Etho's not some killer machine like some people make dinosaurs out to be. He's just a fellow creature fulfilling his role in the ecosystem 👍

dinosaurs are cool

The hook-like sickle claws on the feet... something something fishing rod

I swear I'm not turning all my Lifers into hybrids I'm not!! Still plenty normal humans in the mix I swear....... But Etho is such a radical dude, I really wanted to do something more for him. The whole Kitsune thing that I often see associated with him is really cool. I don't actually know the reasoning for it but I assume something something naruto, but also, him being this ancient mythical cryptid who people know so little about, you know? It makes SO much sense. So anyway I turned him into a dinosaur instead rawr

As a herbivore advocate I also considered stuff like the triceratops (known for how they protect themselves and their own) but nah the raptor symbolism...

#ethoslab fanart #ethoslab #listen I have an ankylosaurus as my sona of course Im a dinosaur nerd #trafficblr #I feel so weird having so few tags um. #hey ethogirls how are you doing whats your guys' favorite dinosaurs #tubby art

[aizawaskittenwhore]

august first—r. braun

summary: you fuck reiner as a birthday gift. that’s pretty much it.

notes/content warnings: rough sex, facefucking, degradation, choking, some angst cause relationships are messy, unprotected p in v sex cause we raw dog over here, armin is a sweetheart and eren needs to go to bed, i think i covered everything but let me know if i missed anythin!

this was meant to be a birthday piece for rei 😔*stares in september * to be completely honest i have zero idea how long this ended up being but it’s been taking up space in my drafts and i kinda freestyled it so enjoy sexies <3

the floor is sticky with liquor, limestone tiles splotched with little islands of red as reiner’s body meets it, it’s surface tacky beneath his flushed skin. his head lolls back against the dial of his dishwasher, seeming to relish in the surrounding moment. the apartment is quiet with the din of murmured voices, gentle rustling of keys , someone slipping on a jacket, a faint “who’s riding with jean?” uttered from one of the many intoxicated partygoers; as for who , he does not know.

all reiner is aware of is the thrum of his heartbeat in his ears, body warm with the coat of whiskey, the glow of his solar return pervading the sallows of his face from the previous year’s torment; as if filling a once-deflated balloon with air yet again.

confetti has woven itself into the carpet, solo cups littering the surrounding dining room, a cake still sits on the table, half-eaten. “happy birthday reiner” it read, for a total of ten minutes. only reiner’s name remains due to your insistence that the birthday boy should get to eat his own name, and in pure self-adoring leo fashion, he co-signed.

and there his name sits, beneath its hard plastic shell as his gifts are sprawled around, some big, some small; though reiner had insisted that presents weren’t necessary by any means, you all came together to at least get him a few things to remember the day by. and what a day it had been. he was grateful. and so, so drunk.

his body suddenly takes a dive to the right—he had failed to realize his passive swaying from side to side and lost his balance—his face finds itself directly in your lap, nose mere inches away from knocking over a rather tall bottle of grey goose lingering not too far from your current position. you’re not much better than he is, face flushed and your smile dazed, as you begin to card your fingers through his hair, seemingly unaffected by his sudden landing.

“hey, we’re gonna head out.” armin says, footsteps lightly sticking with every step he takes further into the kitchen. he grimaces at the noise, but says nothing, in favor of checking on the pair of you. yet before he can utter the words “are you guys alright?” a hefty grip on armin’s wrist from the stockier blond sends armin to his knees, discombobulating the shorter man momentarily before he was met with a fierce hug.

“thank you..for coming.” reiner had been struggling to properly pronounce his syllables since the fourth round of tequila shots with eren, but those four words were the most coherent he’d been all night. the sentiment wasn’t lost on armin, and he returned the embrace, even if his lungs felt the slightest bit compressed the longer they hugged. “n-no problem!” armin pats his back thrice and shifts his gaze to you once reiner pulls away and nestles into your lap yet again. “would you like a ride home? you and sasha live not too far from each other, so it’s on our way.” he offers, so thoughtful as always. you begin to nod your head, thinking of the throbbing sensation that’ll soon swim within your temples, your lack of a change of clothes, along with numerous other things—

“i don’t mind if you stay..” reiner mumbles, a hand swirling patterns into your thigh. “never have, you used to sleep over all the time. i still got your toothbrush, s’ in my bathroom” he’s drunk, there’s no nuance , it sounds so scandalous when he says it like that and yet your heart picks up when he says your toothbrush is still in your space in his bathroom. you contemplate his words, given that it’s two minutes shy of one am (from what you can make out via a blurred glance at the microwave), and it is rather late..

armin surveys the two of you with a knowing glance, choosing to once again say nothing. he’s always been one for reading between the lines, clearly there’s some unspoken tension between you and the birthday boy, a history even. “n-not like that.” you laugh, pulse quickening as you try to divert armin’s attention from reiner’s hand attempting to work its way up your thigh, minuscule movements of his hand feeling like leaps and bounds over your already heated skin. “there was a time where i was going through some shit, so reiner let me hang here for a little while. it’s not nearly as..uh..intimate as it sounds.” your voice is low, your head leaned towards armin.

“i don’t mind sleeping here though. it’s one in the morning, and you’ve already gotta take sasha and eren’s drunk ass home. i’ll be good here.” a smile, and a gentle hand on armin’s shoulder is enough for him to leave you with reiner for the night.

“text me if you need anything, okay?”

mikasa‘s jacket and eren’s vomit crusted dress shirt clink amongst armin’s keys as he makes his way to the door (the shirt is tied in a plastic bag, he’s not a psycho).

‘maybe the mad dog jello shots were a bit much’, you think, saying your goodbyes to everyone as they stumble down the remainder of the driveway, jean corralling each person into their designated cars, and silently regretting his decision to double up with armin tonight to drive. it doesn’t help that he’s shoeless, considering eren yacked all over those too. it’s not funny, but it is, and you laugh as the door clicks behind you.

parties have a very poignant atmosphere.

they fill the space and somehow suck the air out of it once it’s over. but what you feel right now has nothing to do with the party and everything to do with the tension between you and reiner. who seems to have disappeared from his spot on the kitchen floor and made his way to the shower, leaving behind a trail of clothes in his wake. his loft is spacious, open floor plans met with a man’s taste in furniture (which equates to the bare minimum, sadly) and sumptuous windows that stretch from floor to ceiling. it’s one way glass, can’t see in but you can see out, rather convenient considering reiner had a very bad habit of never wanting to wear clothes around the house. case and point, the calvin klein boxers strewn across his floor. ‘jesus, even when he’s drunk he’s a slob.’ you think, grimacing as you reach for them in an attempt to chuck them into the nearby hamper—

“sorry for the mess.” he mutters, stepping out of shower as a plume of steam clings to the nearby mirror. towel hanging from his waist, hair slick with water. the scent of his soap and deodorant envelop you as he walks past, rifling through his dresser in an attempt to find clothes for the both of you. from the quick glance at his figure you’d allowed yourself, you quickly deduce that reiner finally made good on that crossfit membership he’d been blabbing about for the last three months. he was always handsome, always with a body that looked like it was carved from stone but the torso you’re looking at (and shouldn’t be) has gotten a major upgrade. ‘this is a bad idea’ you think to yourself, wondering how you allowed a spur of the moment decision lead you back into a bedroom you swore you’d never step foot in again.

you weren’t lying to armin when you said that the conditions of you staying with reiner weren’t romantic, that part was true; but the last time you were in this house, this room, things weren’t exactly…platonic.

“i found these, pretty sure you forgot em when you were leaving.”

a grey t-shirt and a pair of panties plop onto the bed where you sit, and you cringe upon the realization that you’d even left anything here to begin with. he offers you a pair of his sweatpants to help preserve your dignity, but you decline, knowing there’s no way they’d fit you.

“you remember where the towels are, yeah?”

you nod. third door to the left, past the coffee maker.

“cool. use whatever’s in there, i don’t care. i’ll be in the living room, so if you need somethin’ just yell.”

you give him a thumbs up as you disappear into the bathroom, the humidity mimicking the haziness of your mind as it begins to wander, your hands slippery with soap as you run the cloth over the curve of your hip, the same way he did that night.

“fuckkkk.” the sight before you is delicious, blonde burrowing it’s way between your thighs as reiner tongues your clit; a man starved. lust has taken over the bedroom, coiling around the two of you and winding so tight you feel as though you might burst, but if this is what it feels like to be consumed, you don’t mind one bit. he’s rutting against the bed desperately, your moans sending him into a frenzy; his mouth pools with your essence and he can barely contain himself. he adds his ring and middle finger to the equation, sensing you need more, just the slightest bit extra to bring you to paradise and you keen with pleasure.

“don’t stop..m’ gonna cum..” you’re shaking now, thighs shuddering around his ears and your pulse begins to throb so hard you can feel it in your temples, each wave of dopamine crashing over you, into you; you’ve never gotten head like that before. trust, you’d remember if you had. his tongue wanders in the mess you’ve made between your legs, and his face is no exception. your slick glistens in the cropped cut of his facial hair, and before you can utter a word of embarrassment, his tongue is giving you a taste of what he’d worked so hard to pull from you. the kiss is filthy, lips slotted together with strings of saliva; they break like bubbles when you pull away for air.

“shit!” lost in reverie, you’d failed to notice the increasing temperature of the shower water until it scalds your skin, shocking you back to the present moment. soft linen wraps around your body, soothing the harsh burn, legs still shining with droplets as you towel off, noting that you smell just like reiner does; but you’d rather not ride that train of thought. you make your way to the kitchen for a glass of water, brow raising as you realize his slice of cake is missing.

“the fuck?”

“what’s wrong?” floats from the living room.

“the hell happened to your cake?” you peer around the corner, and find the answer to your question stuffing his face. “nevermind.” you laugh, taking a seat on the couch, a cushion separating the both of you. he gestures with his left hand, offering a fork full; you take it, given that you’re both still not sober and this slice of sponge cake is the closest thing you’ve had to food in the last few hours. buttercream icing coats the roof of your mouth and you moan in sheer joy.

“oh my god.”

“right? shits’ so good” reiner mumbles, already on his last bite. his eyes are closed in bliss and you can’t help but feel jealous, you ache to be the cause of his expression rather than some slice of confectionery. little do you know, when your head turns, his eyes rake up the expanse of your bare thighs, resolve crumbling little by little. you’re beautiful, beyond it. he fights the urge to caress you and settles for a loaded question:

“why’d you say that to armin?”

“say what?” you respond. you’re avoiding his gaze intentionally, you know exactly what he’s asking about, this just isn’t the time.

“that it ‘wasn’t like that’ when i said you could stay the night.” the fork clatters against the cardboard of the cake box, filling the silence for a second, but it does nothing to ease the awkwardness of this interaction. “because it’s the truth? i didn’t start staying here so we could be fuck buddies—“

“—but that’s what happened, right?”

“reiner. don’t start this again.” you warn, tone firm. it’s not that you don’t want to talk about this, it’s been weighing on your heart since the night you left, but what could you say? you were running from the problems in your relationship and escaped into the arms of someone you called a friend, and very quickly that became much more than a friendship. the man your boyfriend couldn’t stand became your shoulder to cry on, and dick to ride. and in the end, everyone got hurt. you included.

“how’s galliard?” his voice seems harmless, but you sense the smugness that lies beneath.

“really? now?”

“it’s just a question.”

a pause.

“i haven’t seen him since..you know. we’ve spoken though. he seems to be doing alright, i think.” you answer. you briefly remember a photo dump he posted coming across your feed, he was in the netherlands with his brother last you heard, but that’s as much as you know. you’ve kept your distance from your ex since the fallout of your breakup, and for good reason. considering the last time you’d spoken, he’d told you that he “hopes it was worth it” and that you were dead to him.

you couldn’t be mad. if the roles were reversed, you’d have probably said the same.

the relationship (despite its relatively short run of five months) was volatile, and galliard has never had a desire to communicate with people in a way that isn’t riddled with hostility and aggression. it was the source of many arguments, and “i’m sorry” voicemails. one night you got sick of it, the pettiness, tit for tat, the pointed indirect insults in front of friends, the building of resentment every day you stayed together; so you left, needing to clear some space in your already heavy heart. a bag hurriedly packed, you’d found yourself at the door of a friend who you knew would have questions, but would never judge.

but friends don’t do the things you have done with one another.

“why did you invite me tonight?” since we’re asking loaded questions.

the text came as a surprise, a simple invitation and an address linked in a text message: ‘hey. my friends are throwing me a birthday party tonight. my house. i was wondering if you wanted to come. it’s cool if not, here’s my address tho in case you forgot it’

“i wanted to see you.”

“bullshit.” you scoff.

“why would i lie? you know how i feel about you.”

a pause.

“prove it.” the reposado speaks for you now, and you’re feeling dangerously curious to see just how far reiner will go. intoxication makes for a great truth serum, you’ve learned. he balks at your challenge, pupils shattering and reforming all at once as he attempts to snap himself out of whatever daydream he’s conjured. it has to be, there’s no way you’re sat so prettily on his couch making “fuck me” eyes, with a sliver of your panties visible beneath that thin fucking shirt. it’s a dream. has to be.

a chuckle. “you’re fuckin with me, right?” reiner’s fidgeting slightly, trying not to draw your attention to his increasing arousal.

“not even a little bit.” you’re so close he can feel your breath ghosting along his lips, a hair away from unleashing the pent up sexual tension between the both of you, but you don’t move any further. “i feel kinda bad..you invited me to your party, and i didn’t even get you a gift.” you pout.

“you can make it up to me.”

he’s finally gotten the courage to make the first move, securing both hands around your waist and tugging you into his lap. your clit pulses almost rhythmically when your lips meet, and the noises he’s making aren’t helping. “take these off.” he groans, plucking the waistband of your panties. you oblige his request, but the cool air still makes you shiver when your back hits the couch, legs spread. his eyes rake up your body, once, twice, before his middle and ring fingers take their place spreading your lips; they trace circles around your clit once they’ve spread enough of your juices around to slicken things up, but he’s just getting started. all the little gasps and cracks in your voice drive him insane, and while reiner loves to tease, he couldn’t wait any longer to taste you. locking himself between your thighs, his arms securing your legs around his head, he makes sure to hold on to your hips when he begins to suck on your clit. there’s no running for you, not when you’ve been dangling this pussy in front of him all evening. his tongue is fluid, slippery when it strokes your sensitive nub from every direction, he’s everywhere and somehow you still want more. “feels so good..don’t stop—” you beg, hips bucking into his face. he loves seeing you so fucked out, so desperate to cum all over his tongue, it only encourages him more as his fingers curl against that spot that makes your vision dip, and you gush all over his lips and jaw. your face burns with arousal and mild embarrassment, but he couldn’t be more pleased.

“can’t believe you let me eat this pussy ..and you made me watch you cum all over my face…such a slut.” he mumbles, his tongue still running laps around your clit. still throbbing, still sensitive. your body shivers and shakes with the continuous sensation, but reiner couldn’t care less. he licks and sucks with reckless abandon for a minute or two longer, before finally detaching himself from you, and giving your body reprieve. you struggle to catch your breath, your attention now drawn to the tented fabric below reiner’s torso. knowing it’s a shitty thing to think of in the current moment, you can’t help but lament at just how much thicker he is than your ex.

then again, reiner braun has never been, especially physically, average.

you splay your hands across his length as he pulls you in, neurons firing when you taste yourself on his tongue. he groans into your mouth, his eyes fluttering when you’re stroking and twisting your hand like that—

a brief disconnection of your lips forces his eyes open, but it’s worth it when he gets to sear the mental image of you spitting into his dick into his eyelids for eternity. your hand strokes the hottest noises out of him, the schlick-schlick of your motions only getting faster when filth begins to pour from his lips.

“mhm. just like that—fuck, i missed my nasty girl.”

you don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on before. and that’s saying a lot, genuinely. your tongue winds around his tip, settling against the underside of his shaft as you descend; the remainder of his dick is in your right hand as you work him over. your efforts matter little though, as reiner has other plans for your tight, tight throat. his hand settles at the base of your neck, winding his fingers at the root of your hair, and grips. rocking you backwards and forwards, he bullies his cock into your throat, and he nearly cums when he watches your eyes well up with tears; at first you panic at the activation of your gag reflex, but your throat slowly relaxes once you realize resistance is futile.

“take it…ah, shit—just like that mama, feels so fuckin good..such a good girl when im fuckin your face” he praises through gritted teeth, pumping himself with your throat a few more times before stopping, and changing your position so that the two of you were in missionary. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t get you soaked whenever he’d handle you so roughly, the way your eyes would glaze over and your body would become completely pliant for him and him only. for him to be such a typically serious and quiet man, reiner was so mean, so cocky when he fucked; even teasing you for the way you whine when he puts the tip in: “what’s the matter? can’t take the real thing? i know it’s—”

he retreats, and slams back in, taking a ruthless pace. “a lot bigger than those little boys you whore around with.” he finishes with a whisper, folding your knees into your tits as he throws your legs over his shoulders. “m’ n-not a whore..” you whine, voice cracking.

“no? you haven’t seen me in three whole months, you come over for a few hours and the first thing you let me do was stretch out this tight little cunt.” he taunts, a thumb circling your clit. “y-yeah..m-missed you..missed this dick—“ you babble, eyes rolling.

“i know baby, i know, let me in, let daddy make you feel good.”

“j-just like that, fuck fuck fuck” you feel like you’re on the verge of collapse, his cock is pummeling it’s way into your stomach, his sweat is glistening in the glow of his lights and it’s taking everything in you not to beg this man to cum in you here and now. “only whores know how to take dick and still be able to beg for more.” he taunts, his little hair trick from before making an encore appearance as he forces you to watch yourself be debauched, a thick white ring forming at the base of his length like a badge of honor. he was fucking into you so fast and so deep it made you dizzy, but you were too far gone. “love when you fuck me like this’, love when you slut me out” you mumble, teetering on the edge of cumming, you’re so close you can taste it—

“fuck, you’re so fuckin’ nasty, such a good girl for me, always lettin’ me get my way.” reiner moans, a hand wrapped around your throat and a good squeeze has your vision exploding, you melt and your body goes limp, senses still firing off as he coats your insides with sticky white seed.

the aftercare is, to be real, half assed. you’re both exhausted, but reiner still makes sure you’re wiped down with a hot towel, and carries you to bed upon your insistence that you’d, quote, “love to enjoy the sleep part of being fucked to sleep”. you doze off quickly, and reiner follows suit shortly after; the both of you failing to hear reiner’s phone emit a soft ding!

eren 2:23am

you owe me that 20 dollars

your apple watch is still synced to my phone from leg day man…not judging tho. get in there soldier 🫡

#reiner brainrot #kittybutmakeitferal #reiner x reader #aot smut #snk reiner #snk smut #reiner braun #reiner x y/n #reiner x reader smut #reiner braun smut

[anakinsgirlfriendreal]

Parts Of the Truth

masterlist

Chapter Eleven

Warnings: mature language, reader had a bit of a tumultuous childhood, reader is actually insane(not at all projecting). I wrote this chapter in light spirits to undo the wrong I did to you all the last time, I'm sorry😔. Also maybe some spelling errors (let's not talk about how I never ever proof read ever, just keep that to yourself)

Growing up you were always loved as a child, between your sister and yourself you weren't afraid to say that you were more favoured. You weren't rich at all but your mother always made sure you had everything you wanted. You'd say your life was perfect up until your father left. He had come home one night, drunk and heated, announcing that he was leaving your mother.

"I met someone else and I love her" he had said. You were young then, but the memory never left you. You remembered how torn up and shattered your mother was. You remembered how your sister lost her way after that, following friends and throwing her life away. How you'd sleep near your mom and listen to her soft crying. You also remembered she had told you to never be the woman to cause another woman such pain because 'you lose 'em how you get 'em.'

You recalled how some woman did to your family exactly what you did to Padme. You remembered how a few years later your mother had seen her in a grocery store, a little girl at her side and the ring your father took from your mother's finger and gave to her, nowhere in sight because he had done it again, he had found someone 'better' and she had lost him just how she got him.

In a way, you found it funny. The way history repeated itself was laughable, if you didn't laugh you'd for sure cry. You sat in the tub, back pressed to his chest as he kissed your shoulders, massaging your sides. You think back to the night he had told you he was leaving his wife. He was leaving her for you, or so he'd had you believe. The way he confessed his love for you and begged to be with you had you convinced even though you rejected him at the time you knew what you wanted. The way he had been focused on being nothing short of an excellent father to Darcy recently, had you believing that he was being honest. You'd convinced yourself- no lied to yourself that he only wanted you, a person simply couldn't make up the things he had told you. And yet as you contemplate the text on his phone you realized that you weren't special, mother of his child or not, you were another notch in his belt. A play thing that he would get tired of and trade for a newer model.

He nudges your shoulder, the water around you splashing slightly, "You okay? You spaced out on me."

You nodded, smiling as he washed the soap from your back.

You laid on your side, ears perked up as you listened to the faint sounds of his movement downstairs. He was making some quick snack, it was apparently a thing for men to get extremely hungry after sex. So once he'd helped you bathe and got you set and comfortable in bed he went to look after his own post-sex needs. As you laid there your mind was quieter than usual, focused on one train of thought instead of the fifty different tracks it normally ran. You couldn't believe your own stupidity, your mother always told you "No matter how many times a man says he will, he probably won't leave his wife and if he does, he'll eventually leave you too, you lose 'em how you get 'em."

You won't say you didn't expect this, subconsciously you probably did you just didn't expect it so soon. I mean literally minutes after you decide to be with him, now without the barriers of his marriage? Why did Padme have to be right.

His ringtone pierces the air and ceases when he answers, you creep closer to the bedroom door, opening it just enough so you can hear what he was saying.

"No she doesn't know" his voice is faint but you can make it out well.

"Kate, would you just trust that I know what I'm doing. I'll see you Friday. I love you too."

Your heart drops, jumping back into bed when you hear his footsteps ascend the stairs. Damn Kate, who is this Kate anyway, was he cheating on both you and Padme with Kate before, and now he's just cheating on you? Who the fuck is Kate?

You picked your own brain for answers, nobody at the company went by Kate that you knew, there were some Katherine's but they went by Kat you were pretty sure. He had no business associates nor business associates' wives who went by Kate, so who the hell is Kate? Where did she come from, and why was she ruining a relationship that you decided to properly commence an hour ago. You were so deep in thought now you hadn't even realized he was talking to you.

"Y/n? Seriously what's going on" he sat up, "Are you having second thoughts about this?"

Maybe, who's Kate?

"Look I know Friday's-"

Your brows furrow, Friday? As in 'our getaway' Friday?

"Did you say something about Friday?" You ask, lost.

He looked at you confused now, "Yes. Did you hear anything I just said?"

When he's met with silence he sighs, "what's the matter with you?"

"Why don't you ask Kate?" You roll over, turning your back to him.

"What?" He turns you over to face him again, and you just get out of bed.

"Did you forget? Should I jog your memory? 'Got Friday off, extra day for our getaway' winky face" you closed an eye and then scowled again.

"oh, I can explain that-"

"I'm sure you can, because you always have an explanation for everything. How do you keep up with your lies oh my God" you begin to rummage through your closet, putting on jeans, why you were preparing to leave your own house? You had no idea but you were too heated right now.

"Kate's my-"

You cut him off before he has time to lie again, "Your what? Your second side chick or is it third, I lost count since you sleep with half the fucking city! Oh don't tell me she has a kid for you too, you really just sow your royal oats anywhere, you bastard. You know Padme really dodged a bullet, cause you're such an ass. She's lucky she couldn't have kids because I can't believe that I have to know you FOREVER" your voice raised, you zipped your boots and pulled on your coat prepared to slam the door in his face but he stops you by holding you still.

"sister" he says.

"what?"

"Kate. She's my sister" he says again.

You feel so embarrassed, you had over thought yourself into pure insanity, it's official. You think for a moment, which you probably shouldn't be allowed to do ever again.

"You're lying. What sister texts her brother in that tone?"

"Tone? Texts have tones?" He laughs at you, "You're insane."

"I am not insane. Sisters don't text their brothers with that winky face emoji okay. That's what I text you when I send a pic of my lingerie or when we're gonna have sex later or something so I am not crazy. You're just a liar"

He sighs, he unlocks his phone, going into Kate's chat and handing it to you. You moved over to sit on the bed, scrolling as far back as you were able to.

"She's not my 'side chick' she's my sister" he says.

You scroll through the texts, your jaw hung slightly loose as you read through them. "Oh, someone really needs to teach this girl how to text, 'Dad's been riding her' winky face. Who even says that?"

He sits next you on the bed, "She's...odd."

You look at him, and you have to laugh at yourself, "Ani, I'm so sorry" you hugged him, "What's Friday?"

"Well, Thanksgiving's on Thursday but we're all working people, so everyone decided that we'd go up to my family's lake house for the weekend and celebrate then, and I thought it would be a good time for you to meet them."

You felt terrible, count on yourself to jump to conclusions.

"I thought since you and I were actually gonna do this thing for real, you know without me being married to someone else and all, it was time for you and Darcy to meet them. My mom's been going insane about having a grandchild and never meeting her" he continues.

"That's so sweet, well now I feel terrible. It's just, Padme said that if you cheated on her then you'll cheat on me too because it's a hard habit to break, and I just felt so stupid, when I saw that text I didn't think- I'm sorry."

He brushes stray hair from your face, "That marriage was a mistake. I told you that. Look I hate what I did to Padme...all those times but, she wasn't the one I wanted, you are. I remember when you first started working for me, and you sat in on one of my meetings. You were wearing slacks and a knitted sweater cause you said it went best with your shoes, and you called an engineer pretentious and asked if a kid drew his plan-"

"Oh Aaron, he fucking hates me" you chuckle.

"Yeah, he still asks if I'm gonna fire you soon. I remember because I knew in that moment, that you were who I wanted" he finished.

"what? You decided in that moment? When I wearing a sweater my mom made with her cat on it and slacks?" You laugh.

He nods, "I just knew. I knew everyday for a year until I asked you out and then you finally said yes" he takes your hand, "You're stubborn and headstrong, you jump to conclusions better than an Olympic athlete, you're dramatic and I want it all. You, your fifty personalities and our Darcy."

You shove his shoulder, trying to contain your blush, you were a grown woman and he had you blushing like a school girl. "It's actually fifty-one"

"But you know, uh given all the things you said earlier, I'm kinda having some doubts" he looks at you with a serious and unreadable expression.

Your face drops, until he breaks into a smile, "Maybe you can change my mind again if you get out of all these clothes" he gestures to your fully dressed figure. You totally forgot you were gonna storm out of your own place earlier just to make a point.

"Oh? Perhaps Mr. Skywalker would like a dance?" You stand pushing him back onto the bed.

"I'll make it rain baby" he kisses your lips.

Let's pretend he has living family members, because anything can happen in fanfiction!!😘

#modern au #parts of the truth #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #hayden christensen x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader smut #anakin smut #anakin skywalker smut #chapter twelve will be meeting the family #im feeling the holiday spirit suddenly

[autisticempathydaemon]

Hey hi hello!!! How are you today?

I was wondering if I could get a match up?

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

I can't stop listening to Brand New City by Mitski since last week. I just really like the emotion in her voice. I also really associate myself with the line "if I gave on being pretty I wouldn't know how to be alive". So that's that.

What is your Enneagram type?

7w8, used to be a 9w1.

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

I dooo! I really like enjoy video essays about linguistics and mental illnesses as well

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.

I never really had an imaginary friend. I mean, I remember being annoyed at my shadow for copying everything I do, but I don't think that counts.

I actually didn't have any friend untill I went to school. I was always okay playing by my self.

Though I do remember making little scenarios in my head while playing on the playground; one of them being me as Harley Quinn trapped in jail while Joker saves me (I was obsessed with Harley Quinn as a kid, okay..)

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

Rambling asmr.

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

I'd like to pick a name that sounds nice in most languages, since mine doesn't.

Maybe something like Eleanora with Nora as a nickname.

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

I can't pick one so I'll say "holiday decorating with your boyfriend but he's a chaotic mess" and "listening in on your crush's thoughts". These are the audios that really made me smile like an idiot. They don't really have anything to do with the plot yet they're still my favourite.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

Hot take but...David. It's just...idk man, I usually like the tsundere type put sometimes I feel like David is too rude. I enjoyed his first audio but the rest...idk man. I like angel a lot tho. I myself a lot in them, but David is definitely not the type I'd go for. I'd probably feel really annoying and unloved with a guy like him 🤷‍♀️

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

"The spy next door". I watched it waaaaaay too many times as a kid and I sometimes still do.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

Asher!!! He seems like so much fun dude. He also reminds me a lot of my friend.

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

I start rambling about 'what if' scenarios. Like what if I was born a year later? What if brother hadn't been born? What if that one time at the cafe I didn't order my usual drink?

Stuff like that.

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

Idk I can't drive...😔

Chocolate and banana milkshake is my go to drink tho.

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment. 

All my saved songs mashed up...

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

Harry Potter fanfiction.... hear me out okay... I know it sounds...bad.. But damnit some of the fics are just too good.

Other info:

Idk if this is important or not but my mbti is ENTP-T and I'm also very short (5'1). Do what you must with that information...

Thank you!!

The combination of your personality traits gives me the impression of an extroverted, strong-willed person; they’re giving Smartass, you know? This combined with your preference towards tsunderes makes me think you’d be a good match with Aaron.

I can get what you mean about David being “too rude”; in contrast, Aaron’s certain brand of tsundere reads more playful? Like, he grasped early on when the attitude isn’t serving him or when to tone it down which is why I like him better for you. Also, the fact that your chosen name would be Eleanora and his brother’s name is Elliott, the fact that both his most loved people in the world could be called “El” is just really cute. That’s kismet a little bit.

Your life with Aaron would be such a dream (though that’s any life with Aaron, I will admit.) I can clearly imagine him making you your favorite milkshake every Saturday morning to start your weekend right (even though I can see him personally hating it /lh something about his vibe tells me he hates chocolate and banana together but not as much as he loves you). I can see him asking you about the fanfic you’re reading- not because he cares about Harry Potter (he doesn’t particularly) but because he likes to hear you talk about it. Also, your not being able to drive is fun because he’s an excellent driver, and don’t we all dream just a little bit of having to be a passenger prince(ss)? /lh

Song:

I just don't wanna miss you tonight/ And I don't want the world to see me/ 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand/ When everything's made to be broken/ I just want you to know who I am

One, that last line is very tsundere-core, that sentiment of “I don’t need the world to know or see me as long as I have you”. Two, this song is such a classic, and it matches the alt, rock, grunge vibe that Aaron gives me. I think he likes this song and genre a lot.

Runner-ups:

In addition to giving me Smartass vibes, your personality types also remind me of a more extroverted Damien; because of this, Huxley would be a cute runner-up for you. To do a total one-eighty, your mention of considering What If’s means I just have to give you Echo as a runner-up okay heaR ME OUT-

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

[imhereforscm]

There are times in my life where i feel like my dad is right about me being immature. That i can't do anything right. There are times where he has said horrible things in front of other people.

You have written many comfort stories for many people but my request a slightly different and similar at the same time.

This might sound stupid. I am apologizing in advance.😔😔😔 What if reader doubts her relationship with Tauxolouve because she think he probably finds hre immature like her dad? She distances herself from him.

The ending is upto you.

Thank you for reading my rant.

"The riches of your soul"

Genre: comfort

Warnings: none

A/N: Hello, sugar cube!!🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 Reminder that no matter what anyone else says, you're wonderful!!💖💖💖💖 Just because someone says a certain things doesn't mean said thing is a fact. You're the only one that gets to decide your worth and NO ONE can cheapen it. I LOVE YOU!!

You held your breath, as you stepped out into the gardens, where Vega told you Tauxolouve was. Your feet moved along the flinty road between the bushes with the roses, though your mind didn't notice their colors, or their scents, or even the fact that new ones had bloomed.

You heard distant humming and your eyes rose from the ground, landing on the figure of your darling, that wandered around the grass, the smile on his face emanating an otherworldly serenity. His silky hair danced a little in the gentle warm breeze and staring at this beautiful man, your heart clenched.

Looking down at you hands, you were once more reminded of who you are, once appearances fade, falling away like a mask that's going to decay in the corner of an attic. You swallowed thickly, your desire to be near him and speak to him nothing but the ambition of a fool. You turned your back to Tauxolouve, the garden all around you turning grey, as your heart bit on your ribcage, crashing it bone by bone.

"(Name)!" Your name startled you a little, but the voice was familiar. A voice that sounded like home and the evening of a spring.

You faced him, your face stiff and your jaw tight.

"My little lady," He stepped back into the crafted path, abandoning the grass that surely craved for his presence once more. "did you not see me?"

You shook your head. "No, I thought you were inside." You said, your tongue coated in lies Tauxolouve's sweet ears believed. "I was coming to find you."

"Looks like there's no need." He said, his hands cupping your face, bringing his soft velvet lips to your forehead. "I found you first." He smiled at you and your heart tightened.

You loved him so much that, at times, you thought your heart would stop and the only worry in your mind, was if he'd be offered the heartbeats you'd never use.

And yet... A corner in your heart ached, a thin yet ruthless needle piercing you there as you stared within Tauxolouve's dark eyes. Were you really in the same space of mind? Did you really deserve such a kind, gentlemanly and mature man...? You doubted that more and more as they days were born and died again, your thoughts siding with your father, the one who forced those ideas into your head.

"Would you like some tea?" He asked, bringing you back to reality, your body becoming aware of the sensation of his hands once more. "I'm dying to know how your day has been. I remember you telling me about a movie you were excited to watch, have you watched it yet?"

You followed your boyfriend to one of the tables of the garden, sheltered beneath a pavilion, the sunrays reaching you soothingly, in thin gentle portions, shade and light colliding into comfort.

Tauxolouve materialized the pitcher and the cups, adding some small pastries to the side. From the ones he knew you adored and would always make your jaw shiver and your lips to curled upwards in a happy, bright movement. "So? How was your day?"

Your lips parted and you sucked in a breath, but it died young, never reaching anyone's ears. You simply smiled and responded, peering up at him over your teacup. "Good. Excellent. How about you?"

Tauxolouve's eyes remained on you curiously, your lack of enthusiasm unsettling him.

The honest truth was that you wanted to tell him of everything that happened. Of all the movies you'd watched, the coffees you had and the suggestions you had for future dates. But...

You swallowed the tea, barely acknowledging its taste and aroma as it streamed down your throat.

Reminiscing of all the times you let your vocal cords explode with words and your lungs to feel with passions made you wince, wondering what Tauxolouve was truly, genuinely thinking.

You drank your tea in silence, feeling out of touch and loathing for your own soul. Your father was right, that's the conclusion you reached. That you were immature, an oxymoron for you to be standing by Tauxolouve's side so carefreely.

"Is everything alright, my little lady?" He asked, setting his cup down on the delicate little plate. "You don't seem too energetic today."

Your gaze fell and your fingers tightened around the handle of the cup. "Everything's fine." You said, trying to hide how small you felt, compared to Tauxolouve. You believed you didn't fulfil him, how could you...? You were immature, a child in a grown up's body and Tauxolouve had to deal with it. He was way too sweet to decline someone and you swore deep down, beneath that porcelain, flawless skin of his, exasperation boiled.

So you pursed your lips, refusing to open your heart, considering it the root of the problem.

Tauxolouve reached out a hand from across the table and placed it upon your own, the sunlight washing over your complexions. "I know something's on your mind. I know every inch of you, inside and out."

You looked up at him and sensed your courage leaving your body. "Louie..." You breathed, your father's words repeating inside your head over and over again, untill they became the poem of doom and sorrow. "I don't... I want you to be honest with me."

Tauxolouve stared at you silently, waiting patiently for you to continue.

"Do you... Feel fulfilled in this relationship?" You finally admitted to the demons that lived inside your head for days. "Do you think I'm perhaps... Lacking something important...?"

Tauxolouve eyed you in disbelief, your words sounding like a blade grazing a glass in his ears. "Lacking... You?"

You nodded, staring down at his twitching fingers. "Yes. Like..." Your voice fell significantly and he almost missed your words. "Maturity could be what I'm lacking..."

Tauxolouve sighed at your words and rose from his seat, the sound of the chair's legs grazing the floor making your heart jolt, along with your shoulders. He walked around the table and only when he kneeled in front of you, did your eyes meet his. His fingers reached out for your face, caressing your jaw up to your cheek softly. "My little lady, who caused you to think that way?"

You swallowed thickly, wishing you could swallow the words as well, but they lingered still on your tongue. "My father..." You spoke, your voice coming out in a whispery tone.

Tauxolouve's hands fell on your lap, gripping your own, that rested there already. "Will you listen to me?"

You nodded.

"Thank you." He smiled softly, looking deeply into your eyes. "Ever since the day I met you, my life has been beautiful... Who am I kidding!" He shook his head, his eyebrows lowering. "I didn't even have a life before I met you. It began now. After I met you..." He paused, bringing your hands to his lips and pressed several affectionate kisses there, all over your knuckles and the back of your hands. "So tell me... Do you think someone immature could have had such a meaningful influence on someone's life? Such a positive influence, I mean."

You swallowed thickly, eyes casted away from him and upon your teacup.

"Answer me, please." He pleaded, voice gentle and patient.

You hesitantly shook your head, your lips parting shakily, as a warm breeze blew, some hairs tickling your cheekbones. "No... I guess they wouldn't."

"That's right." He continued, tucking your dancing hair behind your ear and inspecting every part of your face with love and affection in his gaze. "You're not immature. I can't believe your father called you such a thing, it just goes to show how little he knows about you." With your hands still within his and him still on his knees, he leaned in, pressing your hand to his cheek, longing to feel your skin against his own. "If you truly were immature, I highly doubt anyone would stick around for so long. They—we all stay around, for the riches of your soul. You have an ethereal inner beauty that pulls people to you. And your mind..." He paused, kind wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes as he smiled at you. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

You bent over, touching your forehead to his. You breathed into his caramel scent, eyes closed, when you felt a soft sensation on your lips, as if made of velvet and the finest of silk. You kissed him back and the sun stood as the only witness to that wordless promise of love you two shared.

#scm #star crossed myth #scm tauxolouve #fanfic scm #scm fanfic

[chayscribbles]

chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ march 2023

☆ STATISTICS.

words written: 13 235

projects worked on: technically i only wrote for Andromeda Rogue but i did rotate my other side wips rather violently in my head. like this is not a gentle rotisserie chicken rotating, this is a full-on centrifuge machine

proudest accomplishment: this is the month i've written the most all year ????? also i reached over 50K on AR draft 2!!!

books read: Hell Bent by Leigh Bardugo; Artificial Condition (Murderbot Diaries #2) by Martha Wells; and i've also just started A Rival Most Vial by writeblr's very own @ashen-crest!

☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.

at what degree of sparse activity do i have to concede defeat call it a hiatus. i'm doing fine, i've just been really busy with work and haven't had time to devote to writeblr that much 😔

remember when i said i was gonna intro my Third, Secret WIP this month? yeah, that didn't happen. i'm trying to crack down on AR bc i have this goal of finishing this draft by my birthday in mid-May (although i don't think that's gonna happen at this rate...) so i don't think i'll be talking too much about my other wips here until then. but i'm definitely still playing with them every once in a while lol

uhh not much else to say as far as general writing comments go. have some reading comments: Hell Bent was good but felt a bit messier than the first book imo, 4 stars. Artificial condition absolutely fucked, 5 stars. and i'm not very far in A Rival Most Vial but i love love love it so far.

more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.

☆ COMMENTS: ANDROMEDA ROGUE (draft 2)

so yes this draft is coming along nicely.

right now i'm in the weird bit between the drama of the midpoint and the drama of the climax where things sort of slow down a bit... i'm trying to figure out if i need to add stuff to keep it from dragging but i'm stumped as to what.

i can't tell at what point i need to fix things now or leave things for Future Me. like i can't avoid my problems forever lmao i do have to become Future Me at some point...

there's also a few bits where i don't know if it's actually bad and needs to be fixed or if i'm just overthinking things lol. i've already bothered my rubber duckie (you know who you are <3) too many times for things that i thought were problems that in the end only needed the simplest of solutions... so maybe i need to just leave it be and see what my beta readers think?

speaking of betas... i'm a little *insert gif of me vibrating at the speed of sound* at the thought of people actually Reading My Writing... it feels like that might be happening soon... but i'm probably getting a bit ahead of myself 😅

☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.

i can never remember what i've posted for AR yet and what i haven't but i did change this scene a bit from the first draft. so without further ado, have some Azami being badass and standing up to a space pirate who had kidnapped her. warnings for weapons i guess, lmk if there's anything else i should warn for

With a smirk, Song let go of Azami’s wrist, and that was there he made the grave mistake of turning his back to her.

Petra caught Azami’s eyes flick down to his belt a split second before she pounced. Hands still tied, she gripped the handle of his plasma wand, yanked it out of its holster, and jabbed it at the back of Song’s head.

“Answer the question, asshole!” she shrieked.

Song stopped walking, but didn’t flinch. His smirk merely widened as he slowly turned around to face her. “Do you even know how to use that, sweetheart?”

Azami pointed the wand between his legs and squeezed a button. A flash of light filled the room as a blue laser shot out of the rusty handle. It flew just shy of Song’s crotch, singeing the fabric of his pants, before hitting the floor with a loud crack and a flurry of sparks. Petra yelped and jumped back. Song sucked in a sharp breath, finally dropping his cool demeanour.

“That was a warning. I’ll blast your balls clean off next time,” Azami promised, aiming the wand a bit higher.

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@nicola-writes @dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @retrogayyde @quilloftheclouds @ashen-crest @writeblrfantasy @celestepenss @stardustspiral @pepperdee @extra-magichours @avi-why @lefttigerobservation @chazzawrites @bardolatrycore @innocentlymacabre

andromeda rogue taglist:

@bebewrites @nicola-writes @dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @retrogayyde @akindofmagictoo @quilloftheclouds @nora-theteawriter @ashen-crest @corpsepng @writeblrfantasy @toboldlywrite @celestepens @stardustspiral @pepperdee @cheerfulmelancholies @extra-magichours @writeouswriter @cilly-the-writer @lefttigerobservation @rose-bookblood @drowsy-quill @chazzawrites @cynic-and-chief @enchanted-lightning-aes @aesa @outpost51

#chayscribbles writing update #wip andromeda trilogy #wip andromeda rogue

[nanlanmoarchived]

🌵 🍀🌲 🌴🪵

send 🌵 and i'll recommend a canon rp blog - I think with this one I'm gonna shout out @sookiestackhcuse ! Because like @havvkinsqueen said, there's not very many of us True Blood accounts around anymore and we gotta hype each other up! I've written with Christina for years and she and I are pretty much the last bastions of the True Blood fandom here! We've been through the trenches together and I'm so happy every time I see her on my dash!

send 🍀 and i'll recommend an oc rp blog - Ahah! I'm gonna cheat since you sent this on your multi and I'm gonna shout you out at @theolderhenderson because I adore Elie to death and the Jellie Beans are one of my favorite ships I've ever had for Jess. I know right now they mostly live on Pinterest and Discord but now that I'm back, we're gonna change that 😘

send 🌲 and i'll recommend a blog with thought-provoking headcanons - Honestly, watching @dreameasel completely rework the Wednesday/Addams Family universe so it makes sense has been really fun to read. As someone who comes from a canon that was handled really clumsily by the show runners, I feel their pain ✊😔

send 🌴 and i'll recommend a blog i haven't spoken to yet but admire from afar - Teeeechnically me and @gcldenmemories have had one official conversation now, so we have spoken now, but it was literally yesterday and I was v excited so I'm gonna run with it. Sunshine's love that she pours into all of her characters is so fun to see! Now that I'm back around, I'm excited to bug her to start things!

send 🪵 and i'll say a positive thing about my own blog - I think it's pretty cool that I've been able to keep this blog up and running for as long as I have. I've never been good at keeping diaries and things like that, and this place has been a safe space for me to grow up in and I'm proud that throughout all of the curveballs and the ups and downs of life, I've kept my little corner of the internet for myself and those who choose to share it with me 💖

#ooc

[thefreakandthehair]

Do you ever get writer's burnout? 😔

I'm so stuck with my thesis for uni and fun writing projects.

I don't think I've felt it this strongly before either.

Probably because I'm also in the middle of grad apps but I want to finish my projects to get to the fun stuff.

My brain is gibberish.

Is there anything you do on a rough writing day?

Thanks for answering

hi anon! ugh, I'm so sorry you're feeling that. when I was in school, I had a similar rough patch. it felt like, I couldn't write the stuff I needed to write because my brain was mush, and then I couldn't write the stuff I wanted to write until I wrote the stuff I had to write. it was the worst cycle. and I've had lots of moments where I'm texting my friends wanting to scream because I can't get the story in my head out onto paper, so yep, definitely have had writer's burnout! put the rest under a read more because I got carried away. (what a surprise, said no one.)

for academic writing, I would tell a friend or someone that I was gonna spend [x] amount of time working on whatever project I was working on. for my thesis specifically, I set some kind of goal (page count, word count, or a section I wanted to finish) based on the deadline and had my friends hold me accountable. it was easier when I had someone else to answer to because my self-control was/is non-existent. I'd suggest time-blocking or using pomodoro videos on YouTube, but I know that doesn't work for everyone!

for fun writing, remember that it's okay to take your time and breathe. if you're feeling really burnt out, it's totally okay to take a short break and let that writing muscle heal so you don't burn out even worse! other than that, I find lots of inspiration in reading other works or those inspo/quote blogs to get my brain in that headspace (especially when switching between academic/fun stuff) and listening to moody writing playlists. writing in a different space than where you write for school helps too! even like, writing in bed versus writing at a desk. nowadays, I bounce creative ideas around with people here on tumblr (always open to that, for anyone reading!) and I commit to writing a few hundred words every day, even if I don't like what I come up with, just to keep the wheels from getting rusty.

oh! and when you have an idea, even if it's just a little line that doesn't fit in anything you're writing yet, or when you see something that could be inspiring, write it down immediately. note app in your phone, back of a receipt, voice memo, etc. I can't tell you how many ideas have gotten lost to the void because I thought oh, I'll remember this when I get home!

#asks #this got long i'm sorry #also please note that i have adhd so things that work for me may not work as well for everyone! :') #feel free to message off anon too if you wanna spitball anything! #i have so much empathy for the plight of academic/fun writers

[marivenah]

🌟❤️🏡🔪❓️ for Juliet

thank you, Mika! ❤️ I enjoy working on her way too much sksks

🌟 When your OC loses all hope, who do they turn to first? What helps make them feel better? What calms them down and reassures them? Why?

Depending on the situation, she'd turn to someone from her family first. Either her husband, her father or one of her brothers (Particularly in that order). A simple distraction usually makes her feel better. Not thinking about what made her upset in the first place. Could be anything that makes her happy, really. Or perhaps something that needs her full attention. A training session, cooking, knitting, going out or as soon as the kids are there, spending time with them. Alternatively, something that also calms her down and reassures her is spending quality time and having some intimate moments with her man.

❤️ What would your OC’s ideal lover be like? Appearance, personality, voice? Would their family approve or would it be civil war?

Honesty and sincerity are one of if not the most important aspects of a partner to Juliet. Up to this point, her life has been full of lies, deception and insincerity and she's sick of it. Her ideal partner would present themself in their full "glory", flaws and strengths laid bare open from the start. As long as they're honest, sincere, caring and respectful toward her, she really doesn't care about the rest. Additionally, a good sense of humour or someone who can at least make her laugh.

As for looks, she has always preferred more dapper looking men, well-dressed and well-groomed. Strong or striking features are very attractive to her. It doesn't exactly matter what, but she's quite fond of someone having facial features that stand out. (I guess you could say, someone who isn't conventionally attractive) She'd also like them to be rather athletic/fit like she is, but it's not a requirement. And she's always had a weakness for tall men (taller than her at the very least).

She is very fond of people with deep voices. Bonus points if there's a hint of them being a little bit unhinged.

Even if her family isn't very fond of Juliet's partner (like her father currently is, again), they're all supportive of the relationship as long as she's happy. (Know that her brothers make fun of Monty constantly. They can't take him seriously.)

🏡 Describe your OCs ideal house! Give us a tour around! What’s their garden like? Their bedroom? Kitchen? Where is it and how many people live there?

Since Juliet grew up living in a big house with a lot of people around, she wouldn't have it any other way with her very own home. She's spoiled like that 😔 so she needs a big house. After all, 5 people are going to live there (+ a lot of animals), they really need the big house. The kitchen is a very important room to Juliet since she loves to cook. And she experiments a lot so she needs the space.

It'd have to be somewhere in Europe, preferably close to her family. It doesn't have to be in Italy, but any other continent would be too far away. 

🔪 Has your OC ever killed someone? Ever had to defend themselves against violence? How did this make them feel? Or, alternatively, has your OC ever attacked someone? Seen someone die?

As of yet, she hasn't killed someone. The one time she had to defend herself against violence was when her now husband and her were rivals and fought each other. Juliet was extremely annoyed by him at first. She thought he was being way too overdramatic all the time. Lucky for him, she fell in love with him before she could get rid of him. She also still holds a grudge against her ex…

❓ A random fact or short drabble! Or make up your own question to ask the OC!

I've already mentioned several times that Juliet had wanted to become a biologist, but never what her work in college was about; her work was about the intelligence of animals! She actually worked with a lot of them including dogs, cats, birds, rodents, sealife animals like dolphins and sharks, monkeys, elephants you name it. Among them were also Alligators, which Juliet hatched and raised all by herself and even ended up keeping. She named them Lou and Shaw and they're most dear to her.

#thank you!! <3 #oc: juliet romano #the ideal type one is really hard to answer without basing it off her partner lmao #I keep telling myself this is preparation for the prompt #if only I had the same energy to write that as I did with these asks #my answers are so long for no reason I'm so sorry lol #queued for later

[doublesidedgemini]

11/27

Just slapping a big ol’ trigger warning on this post for mental issues of all kinds, feeling unstable tonight lmao 🫠

holy fucking fuck my mind is literally broken tonight. I swear I have experienced every range of emotion multiple times all within the space of a few hours. Anger sadness joy elation nervousness isolation suicidal ideation thoughts of sh feeling like I’m not good enough and ruined my whole entire life. And over and back again 😭

This is truly exhausting I can’t. I smoked my last joint and even tho it’s supposed to be an indica it worked me up even more and now I’m wired and it’s 1:30 am and I’m supposed to go back to work tomorrow LOL. I’m strongly considering calling off tomorrow because with the way my mind is going, I’m afraid I won’t be in a good headspace to work anyway, so maybe I should just take a mental day to get myself sorted.

Except… maybe this is hard to explain, but I know I’m starting to get manic when I have the physical sensation of being on a roller coaster. Not so much motion sickness, but the inside of my body feels like I’m on a very fast vehicle, even though my mind knows I’m not actually moving at all. And I am very very tense all over and keep having to consciously relax all the muscles in my body. So, all signs point to my brain malfunctioning currently lmao.

Maybe I just need to sleep. Unfortunately, I have to start work at 8 am so I won’t be getting much sleep, but some is always better than none. I just feel so tortured I don’t want to sleep :( I feel so painfully, darkly alone. Like there’s a heavy black pit at the center of my heart that aches. Relationship, friends, family, I’ve fucked up all these relationships and they’ve all fucked me up too. There’s so much hurt everywhere in so many of my memories. I’m hurting over things that haven’t even happened yet. It’s like my mind wants me to live in depression and suffering and sadness for forever and normally I’ve gotten pretty good at not getting like this but tonight wow. Not tonight.

You really can’t hide from your feelings forever — they do catch up with you. And tonight they caught up with me 😔 At least I was able to write out a little here, but I really need to journal and also…. Fucking start therapy again lmao. Ah, that’s a fight for another day.

It took me like over 20 minutes to type all this out LOL I feel a little calmer now. I was going to play violet before bed but I think I do feel sleepy enough to fall asleep so I should probably roll with that feeling and force myself to go to work tomorrow… I did a good job with eating way less today, only had a coffee w/ creamer, a small plate of leftovers, ramen w/ pb, some crackers and vegan cheese and wine!!! Ok that sounds like a lot when written all out but it’s way less than what I’ve been eating this week, so I’m counting that as a win and ready to start again tomorrow! So at least there’s that.

If you read this whole entire thing congrats we are besties ily here’s a goodnight smooch on the forehead

#gem is venting #gem is mentally ill #tw bipolar #tw sh related #tw sui ideation #gem’s personal ana diary

[darthmaulification]

sea brine, lizard-gulls, and the things that lurk | kit fisto x jedi!reader

A/N: been thinking about kit fisto and how much i adore him. also been stuck with my writing a bit, so i forced myself to write this as a pick-me-up. the canon timeline i allude to might be a little out of order, so i do apologize if anything is a lil bit messy. 😔 

and tbh, the more i learn about the jedi, the more i become anti-jedi. fuck the council. 😡🤬

hope you enjoy! kippis! 💗

summary: familiar places, the pain of too many memories, and the signs that foretell.

content: angst, hurt/comfort, gn!reader, pre-relationship? idk they’re definitely more platonic with each other, cultural dissonance, tragic pasts, reader has two (2) moms, jedi slander and defamation, grief, hugs, implied tragedy at the end

word count: 2,445

Even though it’s hours later and hundreds of miles after, the tangy scent of ocean water clings strong to the inside of your nostrils.  When you dip your chin, press your nose to your shoulder, the scent of lingers on your clothes too— perforated into the fabric like black ink on white linen. Beach sand still clings to the leather of your boots, to the shins of your pants— dried to a light tan crust that contrasts the deep browns. If you shimmy, the sand falls to the floor and you can feel it crunch beneath the soles of your shoes. 

All of it something that will never get fully washed out or cleaned away, something that stains and won’t be forgotten without a fight.

Something like memory, a fickle thing that plunges deep into your mind and causes a ripple effect— that sinks to the abscesses and breeches the surface when nostalgia rears its head. Something like familiarity, like having the answer tease on the tip of your tongue.

Kit has been quiet since the ocean and her sparkling shoreline. The Jedi sits forlorn and patient in the passenger chair next to you, his large hands clasped atop his lap. He hasn’t looked at you since you piloted the ship away from Glee Anselm, since the watery turquoise planet had been lost to the streaking lights of launching into hyperspace.

He hasn’t said anything directly to you either, not even after the scuffle not long ago with a pirate ship that knocked out some key sensors and the ship back to flying sublight. Instead, Kit keeps his head turned to the canopy window parallel to you, gazing out into the infinite expanse of space.

You wonder if the never-ending blackness reminds him of the vast blues of his home, of oceans and seas, lagoons and underwater caves...

“It does.” Kit’s whisper, although barely audible, has the same potency of a shout, and results in you jumping. Kit turns his head to you, head tendrils shifting, and he smiles knowingly. Once again, you had projected your thoughts too loudly, a habit that you have yet to break and struggle with. Embarrassment warms your cheeks, as does the regret that creeps in at being caught wondering something so personal to another person.

“I’m sorry, Kit.” You say, offering the chartreuse Nautolan a sheepish grin, who only lifts a hand from his lap and gestures dismissively.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, starfish.” He replies simply, offering you that sunny grin of his, though you notice that its brightness doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Instead, the inky sclera and barely visible irises and pupils are dulled with a distant look, a type of pain that lurks beneath the surface. Your grin turns to a soft frown.

“Are you okay?” You inquire softly, tilting your head and gaging the reaction the Jedi Master gives you. His expression falls in a way you’ve never seen before, a profound sadness washing away any remnant of his smile like a waterfall over rocks. Kit averts his gaze back to the cockpit canopy, and the lights from buttons and switches reflect in his eyes.

And, like a faithful dog, the universe sits patient behind the glass.

“I... No. No, I’m not.” The Nautolan confesses in a sigh, his chin dipping low and nearly touching his collar. The tendrils at the side of his head obscure his frown which makes his down-turned gaze more poignant, more tired. Then, the look in his inky eyes shifts again, a hardening like the beginning of a swirling ocean storm, when the clouds turn dark and threaten thunder.

“It has been years since I have sworn to the Order.” He continues, glancing at the silver hilt on his hip, a grimace forming on his face. Kit unclips the lightsaber from his belt, his large hands turning and rolling the smooth metal in his hands, over and over. He treats it with an odd mix of pride— He has worked hard for his title, his weapon, his honor— but something remains regretful, resentful almost.

“And for it— the Order— I have been forced to give up everything else.” Kit says, his tone a pained bitter you’ve never heard it in, so used to his general good cheer and urbaneness. It’s a change that you’re not accustomed to, but one you can... relate with.

The Jedi found you on your homeworld of Haruun Kal, when you were a young child, no older than six. You trained beneath a multitude of Jedi Masters, who remained nearly faceless and completely nameless to you. Like so many other Padawans of your circle, you can’t remember the names of those who trained you. You highly doubt Kit remembers his mentor.

Tragically, you can’t remember the names of your mothers either.

That’s the part that bothers you most— that has for years and years, but you’ve forced yourself to squash it to the deepest recesses of your mind— for lack of any more appropriate wording, that the Jedi stole you away from your home, your mothers, and raised you on Coruscant to be a tool of war. 

There’s an innate cruelty to all of it, an inherited, archaic flaw in the draconian system— stolen children to become stolen Padawans which strive to be stolen Jedi— all of it stolen life. You can hardly focus on the controls in front of you, knuckles white on the steers of the ship. The Force shivers around you, like two women who watch as a stranger takes away their confused and frightened child.

“Glee Anselm reminds me of faint memories— Ones so distant and removed by time that sometimes I believe them to be dreams.” If Kit heard your thoughts again, or at least felt your bubbling hurt fury, he doesn’t mention it when he speaks. For that, you feel as though you should almost thank him for keeping the conversation about him.

“What are they?” Your voice is raw when you ask, as if you’ve been speaking for years to an audience that’s never listened. Kit sighs, glances over at you, and the pain in his eyes reflects your own. Although you’ve been close with the Nautolan since you were both Padawans, you’ve never shared such an experience like this before. 

“I remember the lizard-gulls and their cries. How they sounded like the wails of a dying child.” Kit starts, morbid and grim, but it creates the perfect image in your head— A ferocious beast cunningly masquerading as an ailing Nautolan babe, all to pique the attention of an unfortunate, too kind soul. Glee Anselm lizard-gulls are infamous for their terrible song.

“I remember... Was it my mother?” Kit’s voice drops to such a low whisper you have to strain to hear him. Your heart aches terribly, the type of hurt in your soul that wraps its claws around your chest and squeezes. The pressure feels like drowning, and you want to reach out and hold his hand that’s clenched into a tight, trembling fist.

He doesn’t remember his mother either.

“I think I remember my mother telling me that the gulls are dangerous— To not believe their cries.” Kit continues, reclipping his lightsaber to his belt in a way that almost looks as though its burned him. It clicks against his seat when it falls from his hand, a tiny plink that somehow carries with it generations of spilt blood, former Jedi souls, and too many robbed lives to count.

For a long while, you’ve been disillusioned with the Order, especially now with how they’ve gone about in the Senate and their reaction to the Separatist movement. Not to mention the death of Qui-Gon Jinn (Oh, his very name makes your heart burn), to which the reaction from the Council felt very much like a cover-up. They never liked him and his ideas, and when he was killed, you got the distinct impression from them that they were relieved he was gone.

As you had from the Chancellor himself, whom you trusted as far as you could throw him, and whose eyes never reflected his smiles.

“What is our purpose, Kit?” You ask, realizing that you had been quiet for a very long time and that your eyes have gone misty with tears. They rest unspilled on your waterlines, blurring your vision like rain on windows. He doesn’t reply immediately, and the silence between you both is filled with beeps from the controls, the sound of the air ducts.

“To bring peace.” Although he tries to say it with conviction, Kit’s croaked, half-question reply wrought doubt and unsureness to his words. You latch on to that and press further.

“To who? The Republic and its citizens, to the Order, to us— To the people we kill?” You spit venomously, blinking rapidly and not daring to look over at Kit, in spite of his stare resting heavy on your shoulders. A tear manages to escape your eye and you swipe it away before it falls past your nose. If your conversation partner had been anyone other than Kit, you would have been ashamed at your brief moment of weakness.

But this is Kit, and the Nautolan is kind and understanding— So different from any other Jedi you know, aside from Obi-Wan— maybe.

“We must have faith in the cause, starfish.” Kit’s reassurance is still a tad weak, and he sounds like he’s reciting words that have been spoken to him, and that he doesn’t fully believe in. You look over at him and your suspicions are validated— Kit’s eyes say something completely different:

“I don’t know what I am anymore.”

“He who sups with the Devil should have a long spoon.” You say quietly, the beeping of some alarm going off drawing your attention to it. It’s a welcome distraction, especially since you can feel the searing stare of Kit on your shoulders. In the security of your mind, you recognize that what you’ve just implied is faithlessness at best and treacherous at worst.

It also reminds you of Qui-Gon and his fate. A shiver runs down your spine.

“Do you think the Order is corrupt?” Kit asks blatantly, and there’s a smidge of offense in his tone, like you’ve unintentionally wronged him directly. Perhaps he feels you have— You did just implicitly undermine what it is to be a Jedi, the life that Kit (however unwillingly, at first) chose to pursue. And you, by proxy.

“I... I don’t know what to think anymore.” You reply evenly, trying not to hesitate as you pick your words carefully, “But I do have my doubts. Like any person.”

For a while Kit is silent, and in that time Coruscant comes into view and you’re able to send in a call to the command tower. The clone trooper on the other end directs you to an empty port, and you steer the ship down into the planet’s airspace. Before long, the ship is stationary on the dock, powered down, and yet neither you or Kit move. When the last of the console lights goes dark, Kit breaks the fog-like silence.

“You sound like Master Jinn, starfish.” Kit says at last, faintly disappointed, and that profound sadness is back, overlaying it all. You bite at your lip to force yourself to not frown, to dispel the image that pops into your mind’s eye of a kind-eyed, bearded man whose soul was large enough to love everyone around him deeply, and to care for those so often not. 

“It still hurts.” You choke, and Kit rises from his chair, stretching to his impressive full height before he takes those few steps over to you. He sinks to his knees next to your chair, and you swivel it to meet him. Kit’s pitch dark eyes hold no judgment, no pity— only the pained mutual understanding of knowing what it’s like to lose so much, and then even more.

“I know.” Kit says, and he shits so that you’re able to all but fall into his awaiting arms. You hold him tight, face pressed against the side of his neck, chin resting on one of his head tendrils, the leather ring tied around it rough on your skin. Kit is overall warm, but his skin is cool, like the heat within him is dulled, mellow like a calm breeze. His arms come up around you, tentative and slow, and their gentle weight on your back is soothing. You let out a shuddering breath, resulting in Kit rubbing a hand down your spine, then back up again.

No tears fall, thankfully, but that’s only because you’re not sure if you have any left to cry. Instead, you only squeeze your eyes shut tight and dig your nose into the junction of Kit’s neck and shoulder, attempting to sink the memories of Qui-Gon, Haruun Kal, and your mothers you hardly know anymore back into the deepest trench of your mind, where no light reaches them.

You’re half-successful, and so you focus back to Kit and the heat of his Force aura that is like sun-soaked rocks.

“Thank you.” You whisper to Kit, and his response that he hums tells you he too has closed his eyes, and is reveling in the warmth of you as well. Around you, the Force coos and calms, the taut atmosphere that had built throughout the duration of your trip loosening, relaxing.

“Thank you.” Kit shoots back lightly playful, and a smile tugs at your lips before you have half the mind to stop it. In response, you can sense Kit’s expression shifting into a grin, one of the sunny ones too— His best, sterling smile whose only equivalents is gold or the stars. The light of him brightens everything.

And even after hours and distance, still, the smell of the sea brine lingers— everywhere. It’s salty tang perforated into the fabric of robes, in your nostrils, and if you focus hard enough, on Kit’s cool, pseudo-damp skin— smooth and green like apples beneath your cheek.

This time, though, the sea brine and sand that stays reminds you of rolling clouds on the horizon, winds that pick up and toss the waves in a frenzy. It’s the darkening sky, the brewing storm, the lizard-gulls that circle that warn— Something is coming.

When Kit parts from you, the dread that suddenly gnaws in the pit of your belly feels like setting sail when the setting sun is blood red— Bad omen.

The feeling sticks even after Kit and you disembark and meet with several clone troopers, sticks like sand on leather boots.

Only a few weeks later, the bad moon rises.

Order 66.

#star wars #star wars kit fisto #kit fisto x reader #kit fisto x you #kit fisto #jedi #jedi!reader #kit fisto x jedi!reader

[breelandwalker]

Hai hai! I have a question in two parts!

One, tips for grounding? And how to clear the mind? I've been trying but my resources are ehhh and my motivation to do research even more so. I have basic like.. deep breathing, sit in the sun, touch some grass, take care of yourself, etc, but actually clearing the mind is extremely hard for me 😔

Two! How do you specifically like to ground? What works? What doesn't? Favorite calming tea?

You're amazing, I hope to buy from your shop when I get my affairs in order ^^

I'll just start out by saying this - if you have any sort of stuff going on with your brain where pure stillness and extended periods of do-nothing focus are difficult, grounding and centering can be a challenge. Can confirm this as a witch with ADHD & Friends.

Personally, I think the whole "clear your mind" thing is overrated, not to mention next to impossible for many of us. Quieting the mind is the next best thing - trying to draw one's focus to a single task or idea and filter out some of the mental "noise" that sidetracks us. I usually do this by meditating while doing a repetitive task that keeps my hands busy, like crocheting or sewing or writing. Some witches find it easier to meditate while walking or stretching or doing light exercise.

Guided meditation is another option. Having some instruction on where my thoughts should be going and ideas for visualization really helps me. Many guided meditations also include breathing exercises, which are highly useful in reaching that calmer physical and mental state.

I tried my hand at creating a meditation for ground and centering plus personal protection back in October of 2020. The audio is based on an exercise that works for me and it's gone over very well. You can check out the "Don Thy Armor" episode of Hex Positive on your favorite podcatcher or the Nerd & Tie Podcast Network site.

As for what I do to ground, it's usually just the old Go Touch Some Grass method. I literally go touch some dirt and visualize the extra energy, stress, distraction, what have you, flowing out of me and into the ground where it can be recycled. Grounding is rarely a problem for me; it's centering that I have the most trouble with. For that, I just try to eliminate distractions and kick people out of my space while I'm casting so I don't get interrupted.

I'm not caffeinated yet, so apologies if this is a little scattered, but I hope it helps!

#lonelylittlefoxboy #grounding #centering #meditation #witchblr #Advice for Beginner Witches #Bree answers your inquiries #Hex Positive

[someowlhouseaccount]

Inspired by the Lego Eda meme and the fact that I have a Lego collection, in this post I submit to the world my attempt at building real-life Lego TOH characters >:) With my extensive collection, I thought I'd be able to make a fairly good attempt at this, and I guess it's pretty good considering the limitations of Lego piece shapes, colours and prints, but wow do they look... not great in some areas! :D

The most-recently referenced episode for this creation would be.... S2E06 Hunting Palismen.

Before I do a character-by-character breakdown, I guess I should note: I had to completly ignore the character's races when making them out of Lego. This is because, while you can get different skin tones in Lego, there's not many of them and they mostly come in licensed sets (which I don't really have), so I'm pretty much unable to create coloured characters. Therefore I have yellow-washed everyone. Sorry about that, I know it's not great!

Onto the breakdown...

Lego Luz

Her hair comes from a secret agent guy, and her cat hoodie is now blue and she stole it from Wyldstyle from the Lego Movie

The colours on her shirt have mixed like paint to create solid lavendar. Goodbye, asexual pride flag reference 😔

She has striped shorts, because it was either that or I give her the legs from this guy

Owlbert is now a snake

Lego King

Looks terrifying

Is tall

Has taken the main part of his body from Scratchy of The Simpsons, and his tail from a wolf... Now we know what his heritage is!!

In an attempt to make him look less terrifying, I gave him a teddy bear. I can't say it was a successful attempt though

Even if I did have short dark grey legs to give him, it wouldn't work because the tail is too tall to work with short legs 😥

Lego Willow

...yeah she's not wearing her yellow dress :( She's wearing stuff she stole from a random suburban girl and Jack Skellington instead

She does have flowers though :) Or, alternatively, vines >:)

Lego Gus

His illusion power comes from the ring from Lord of the Rings! That's his little spell circle he uses when he makes mini Guses!

The mini Guses in question are the awesome nanofigure statue pieces!! This one's in silver, they don't exist in transparent blue (yet?)

Lego Amity

She's outgrown her hair, dyed it pink, and added a sparkly silver star. This is... Season 3 Amity??

She's carrying a giant book because 1) this is Amity Blight we're looking at, and 2) it covers the fact that she's not wearing her necklace and that I had to make her leggings and boots a different colour :I

Lego Grom Luz

EASILY MY FAVOURITE ATTEMPT

The moment I noticed the pink tutu piece I knew I had to attempt making her in this outfit!

She has the slicked-back hair too... Just don't look at her from the side because then you'll see that she had to grow werewolf ears in order to get it

She also has the mace >:D

She gets her own, unshared cubicle in my display thing because the tutu is simply too big to put another character beside her :( Ideally I woulda had Willow and Gus get their own spaces, but tutu Luz didn't allow it

Lego Grom Amity

This Amity decided to be a bit casual with her hair this Grom, putting it into a messy bun. Don't criticise her for it, because she's got a lot on her mind tonight, and I do not want to give her the only other green hair piece I have instead.

She borrowed the botttom part of her dress from Patty from the Simpsons, unfortunately

Despite all this, she's smiling and she's gonna have a good night :)

Lego Emira

I only really made the twins because I knew they wouldn't look great, so I thought it'd be amusing if I tried. Why wouldn't they look good, you ask? Because Emira's hair is the back of a lizard!!

Their tunics do look cool though - they came from Jafar from the second Disney Minifigure series

Lego Edric

Like Emira, he wears an elf hat instead of having actual hair on the top of his head. The elf hat comes with elf ears attached, which is cool because they're witches... but it stops being cool when you realise that none of the other witches have these ears, not even their younger sister 😔

Lego Hunter

...he actually turned out pretty gooood 🧐 I wasn't expecting that...

His palisman is Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes. Apparently cardinals are associated with phoenixes so that's pretty cool because I can use it as an excuse

His hair is from this dog show guy

His chestplate thing came from a golden winged warrior man

He is a mad but sad boy

Lego Tibbles

Yes I made the fandom's most hated character instead of Raine or someone, anyone else! (I really don't know how I'd attempt making Raine... their hair??? how am I gonna get a hair part in that kind of colour for starters...) I had to though because I had pig ears AND a devil tail, AND a potion, AND tarot cards, so I knew he'd turn out great if I made him!!

And he did turn out great! :D My only complaint is that, like King, he's far too tall

Overall I'm happy with my little project here :) Some parts are awful (the Blight children's hair situation, King's head...), but some characters actually look great I think (Grom Luz, Hunter)!

Making characters out of Lego is actually a running thing for me: I did it for Steven Universe, OHSHC, BNHA, and now this 🤔 I guess that's how I know I'm enjoying a show, if I suddenly decide to make a Lego tribute for it 😅

#toh #the owl house #toh lego #toh season 2 #enchanting grom fright #toh luz #toh king #toh willow #toh gus #toh amity #toh edric #toh emira #toh hunter #toh tibbles #toh S2A 3 week anniversary

[iceicewifey]

Not sure if I misunderstood the "ask me about my f/o" reblog, but seeing you're the certified Nilla expert and the flagrant lack of official content, I wanted to ask about your ideas regarding his nationality, childhood, family and what led him to serve Dio?

sorry in advance for sitting on this ask for so long 🥺 i’ve been trying to figure out how much is too much to post because i have WAY too many ideas for him 👁👁 — they’re all personal headcanons obviously, and i have a few blanks to fill in yet but,, y e a h — i’ll try to keep it brief but i might make a longer post later since i have so much if anyone’s interested but,, we’ll see

⋆ i headcanon him to be egyptian-american, more specifically an american mother and an egyptian father

⋆ he’s the youngest (and tallest) of three sons - his older brothers’ names are mahmoud and zahur — his birth name is abasi kulthum (عباسي كلثوم), not vanilla ice; that name change happens later on and i have an idea for it but i need to brainstorm it a bit more

side note: kulthum comes from egyptian singer umm kulthum because i can and will assign musical references at every opportunity

⋆ he grew up in new jersey, which i picked because of the state’s significant egyptian population

⋆ because his father was from alexandria, he’s familiar with arabic but he’s nowhere near fluent; he’s better with spoken word than writing and can hold a conversation but if the conversation strays from basic words, he’s lost

⋆ he was very close to his dad growing up so it was devastating when his father suddenly passed away when vanilla was only seven — his father’s passing sent his mother into a deep, inconsolable depression which caused her to give the boys up as she could no longer care for them — and because the boys had no other family this side of the atlantic, they were separated and shuffled thru different foster homes over the years

⋆ cream manifested when he was eight years old after he came down with an intense fever nobody thought he’d survive. of course little vanilla had no concept of stands at the time and thought he was being haunted by a “demon” for several months – he later figured out that he could hide inside of him and even vaporize things so he tended to get a bit anxious that this “demon” would accidentally destroy something important.

another side note: we know that cream has a void, but i think that represents the void that was in vanilla’s heart after losing his dad and subsequently the rest of his family — cream’s void vaporizes everything except for himself because he was in dire need of a safe space away from the hell that was the foster home environment; a spot where only he could go.

⋆ as soon as he was legally able to, he dropped out of high school and moved to manhattan in a bit of a “fuck it, why not” moment, where he met an old fortune teller that practically took him in and showed him that cream wasn’t a demon, but a stand — i have a lot of brainstorming left to do in this part but basically the name change happens somewhere here, as well as him finding this lady dead one day, and this pushes him to his breaking point because he’s lost so many people he cares about in his life, so he sinks to the lowest low he’s been in yet.

⋆ as for meeting dio… there’s some kinks i have to work out here too so i’ll save that for later so i can brainstorm it a but more, but so far i have that he met dio in 1986 on one of his american escapades, and because vanilla was so despondent, his brain sees dio as some kind of “saving grace” —— i have no idea how to explain this without it being really long so i’m sorry about that 😔 but anyway because vanilla was so close to his father, he clings to every thing even remotely related to his heritage - which is why he instantly agrees and doesn’t question it when dio mentions cairo; both that and the opportunity to start over sealed the deal there —— and like, since the d’arby brothers are american, who says dio wouldn’t just,, collect a bunch of weirdos /affectionate over there to work for him?

anyway,, i think i’ve rambled enough and i hope that answers your question 🥺👉👈 again, i can make a longer post if anyone cares for one but i don’t wanna dump everything i have here,, orz

#long post #asks #magthemage #nilla posting #f/o headcanons #answering asks 100 years later #unrelated but i’ve seen a lot of hcs sayingn he had a terrible dad — not putting them down but i just didn’t wanna do that #i have a stupid amount of lore for his parents and brothers i just need to get around to posting it jcjdjc #i stg i could ramble all day but my brain is telling me this is too much as is jxjdjd #this is also why shay took ‘kulthum’ instead of ‘ice’ - it’s sentimental and ‘ice’ is a hard name to work with djjdjd

[capricioussun]

8. What’s it like inside your oc’s mind? (Literally, or metaphorically.)

9. What are your oc’s goals for the future? Relationship-wise, career-wise, or other?

🌸 I’ll do Void, Prism, and Cosine!! (since Void is only loosely an oc)

8. What’s it like inside your oc’s mind? (Literally, or metaphorically.)

Cosine - literally, it’s a bit cluttered. He’s got a lot of anxiety and memory problems so he’s constantly second guessing himself, and he’s only a kid. Being trapped in a pocket dimension by himself is very disorienting. Metaphorically, it’s very colorful, but the colors are muted, and it has this off kilter sort of tone shift filter over it (think like, an old tv), and it would have faded, distant looking naturescapes (like very blurry watercolor).

Void - literally, he spends the vast majority of his time thinking about work. Being a vessel for a doorway to the void, he’s gotten quite good at ignoring the static of everything that dwells there, but if someone else stepped into his shoes, it would be immensely overwhelming, the amount of push back he’s simply adapted to blocking out. Metaphorically, it’s essentially void space. Solid black as far as the eye can see, but with an incredible ominous feeling, sort of like drowning but still being able to breathe, yet there’s a contradictory lightness, like you could simply float up and away into the nothingness, a blissful sort of dizziness.

Prism - literally, it’s. Migraine inducing. Technically, being many people at once, Prism has…hundreds of trains of thoughts going at any given time, but, since it’s how they are naturally, they’re used to it, and can make sense of it, somehow… Metaphorically, lots and lots of bright colors and clashing scenery, like you just slammed a bunch of different video games into each other and added a 90s mall filter.

9. What are your oc’s goals for the future? Relationship-wise, career-wise, or other?

Cosine - primarily, he’d like to get out of where he’s stuck, and find where he belongs. He can’t remember enough of his life before to know what he’d wanted then…

Void - mostly he just wants to continue traveling the multiverse and helping who he can. He’s always down to make friends and allies, but doesn’t have much interest in settling down anywhere. He’s…content with his job, working alongside other “outcodes” to help those in need, but there is a part of him that longs to slow down a little, find a little more solid ground beneath his feet. He yearns for a sense of belonging he has yet to find ✌️😔

Prism - they…don’t really plan too far in advance? They’re a hardcore drifter, but they love to explore, so that’s pretty much it!! They want to explore and learn and make friends! And totally not look for the missing part of their core definitely not that aha

Prompt

#thank you for the ask!!! #verpine95 #💐❕ #sun spots #cs cosine #cs prism #my first time publically talking about prism!! #undertale #papyrus #vesselfell #vesselfell papyrus #vf void