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scribblesofagoonerr · 1 month

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I'm not a loser!

Pairings: lia wälti x teen reader, caitlin foord x teen reader, awfc x teen reader

Massive thinks to @alotofpockets for her help with motivating me to write and put this out. Sorry it's taken a while, but I wasn't overly keen with how I wrote it & even now, I feel like it's not my best work.

I hope you like it though, and please let me know your thoughts of what you'd like to see happen in this mini fic series!

Things really hadn’t been going in your favour today at all, in fact it had been a completely terrible day at school and you didn’t realise that it was only about to get worse.

Since the day started, it had been horrible from the very minute that you woke up, overhearing the latest argument between your two mums’ on the phone as they fought about you, but you didn’t care to listen to any of the conversation; It always seemed to land back around on the same topic that you argued about, and that subject being you.

It seemed like your mood only worsened when your latest test was handed back to you, graded with a big fat F circled in red around it and it’s not like the disappointing look you received from your teacher helped matters either.

You were quick to shove the paper in the bottom of your backpack, at least then you could try and forget about it; The last thing you wanted was to see the disappointed looks from either of your mums, after you promised them that you would try and keep your head down.

But sometimes it was easier to say that then actually do it.

It’s not like you have ever been a troublemaker in school, but it’s been tough to keep on top of everything and now you’re finding yourself both in trouble at school and at home; You were currently grounded after the latest stunt that you pulled over the weekend with Kyra, which you didn’t find completely fair, but your mama seemed to think different, so what did you know?

The rest of the morning at school hadn’t exactly been great either, you’d somehow managed to land yourself with a break time detention for the forgotten piece of English homework that you were supposed to hand in, but it wasn’t meant like you did it on purpose when there’s added pressure from football games and training, not to mention the messy home life situation that you currently faced, so it's’ safe to say that your school work has now been slacking ever so slightly.

By the time that the bell for lunch went, you were more than ready to escape the classroom. However, when you were walking out of the classroom that’s when it all changed and you came face to face with your tormentor.

“Oi, Y/L/N!” You flinched at the familiar voice of your bully shouting at you from behind, just as you thought that you had been doing so well to avoid them only for you to turn a corner and see them.

You could say that life’s never really been the easiest roller coaster for you, your past homelife hadn’t exactly been fantastic and you’d never even felt true happiness until you found your home at your childhood dream club with a new family that welcomed you with open arms.

The day you signed your first ever professional contract, your life changed completely. When the opportunity arose for you to play for the Arsenal womens’ senior team, you couldn’t help but leap at the chance to play for your dream club, even if you were still quite young.

It was all you’d ever wanted to do.

Despite the rough start in your life, you’ve necessarily not been one of those types of kids to act out, you just get on with life without a single complaint, even with the challenges that you’ve faced in life.

Just like the current situation right now, your own personal tormentor.

You weren’t bothered at first when it was tolerable, it was just harmless name calling and sure, the names’ spilled were mean but you had enough sense just to ignore them but then it got worse and eventually the names turned into physical assault.

You just didn’t know what to do anymore.

“Oi, don’t ignore me, Y/L/N. I know you can hear me, you stupid twat” Your own personal bully continued to shout aloud to get your attention.

Mustering up all the courage that you had, you bit your bottom lip and spun around to face your bully although they were tall and had that slight advantage over you, “I… I wasn’t ignoring you. I just didn’t hear you” Your quick to lie and cover your tracks.

“Whatever” The older girl muttered, rolling her eyes before she continued to push you into a nearby locker, “Listen, stupid. The chemistry homework needs to be handed in today, do you have it or not?”

Your eyes widened in a sudden panic, you’d completely forgotten about it when you were so busy with football and trying to keep up with your own school work that you pushed your bullies’ to the back of the pile, and now you knew that you were gonna pay for it.

“Well, do you?” You pulled out of your thoughts by a sharp pinch on your bicep.

“Um, no… I forgot about it” You quietly admitted, although you knew it was an instant mistake right there and then.

“You forgot? Huh, you really must’ve been born stupid then” The bully spat venomously as they tower over you with a menacing look on their face, “Well, I guess we have a problem now then, don’t we?” they sneer at you.

A single second later, you hissed out loud in pain at the instant impact of being thrown directly into the locker behind you, you can’t help but flinch as an automatic response to the violence that is being directed towards you while you peer up with wide eyes as they tower over you with a venomous look in their eyes.

“You’re not going to fight back, you wuss? What a loser!” They taunt you before they throw you directly into the locker again, “Huh, no response, no defence. You really are a sad little lost orphan aren’t you” they continue to taunt.

You don’t know what it was inside of you but it was like something snapped. You couldn’t take it any longer of the harsh comments spewed or the violence, you didn’t have to put up with it either.

“I’m not… I’m not an orphan” Your usual calm approach to your bully has gone as you can’t help but growl at the older girl while clenching your fists tightly, “I’m not a loser either, I’m not— I’m not!”

“Oh, yeah? Prove it then, loser” They smirk, almost challenging you.

You couldn’t even explain the next few minutes even if you tried.

It was like you blacked out in a state of absolute rage, your fists flying at them as you remembered the self-defence that your mum had so helpfully taught you in case you ever needed it in a situation like this, and now it finally came in handy against them.

“I’m not… I’m not a loser!” You exclaimed loudly as you lifted your own fist up and swung it in the direction of their face, “I am not… I am not a loser!” You’d lost control of your anger like a flick of the switch, lashing out and throwing punches at your bully whos’ been endlessly taunting you for the better part of the last several months.

Even though you know you were bound to be in trouble for it, you couldn’t care less right now because punching your bully and sticking up for yourself was definitely worth it in the end.

And maybe this way, you’d be able to get the attention of both your mums’ in the same room, so that was another positive reason to punch the girl square in the face.

“Yes, that’s fine. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Bye” Lia exhales a sigh as she ends the most recent phone call with your head teacher this week, having asked her to come down to the school after you’d landed yourself in trouble.

“What’s going on?” Leah looks at the older women confused as the trains alongside her in the gym.

Lia exhales a sigh and slips her phone into her pocket, “That was the school again. Y/N is in trouble” she explains to the blonde.

“Again?” Leah's eyebrows furrow, confused, “What happened this time?” she wonders.

“I don’t know, but I guess I’ll find out when I get down there” Lia mumbles, standing up from the bench that she was previously sitting on, “I seriously don’t know what’s been going on with her lately. It’s just one thing after another” she adds.

“I guess Y/N/N is having a rough time, maybe?” Leah comments that sounds more like a question, not used to your recent streak of wild behaviour compared to the calm girl you are usually.

“What’s going on with Y/N?” Caitlin overhears the conversation and the mention of your name, before she makes her way over to join the two women, “Is she okay? Has something happened?” she asks, confused.

Lia exhales a sigh as she has to face her ex-girlfriend and speak to her, “The school just called, Y/N is in trouble” she explains once more as she pinches the bridge of her nose.

“What? What happened?” The Australian woman frowns and digs into her own pockets, pulling her phone out to check for any missed calls from the school, “The school hasn’t phoned me about it” she mumbles, furrowing her eyebrow.

“Well there’s no point in phoning both of us when we’re at the same place most of the time, is there?” Lia remarks, not having the time nor energy to explain anything further.

Caitlin continues to frown and shake her head in disagreement, “I should still be kept in the loop with what’s going on. I hardly hear what’s happening with her at the minute” she states.

“You are told what’s going on Caitlin, I don’t keep things from you” Lia exhales a sigh as she tries to keep calm while talking to her ex-girlfriend, “What more do you want me to do?” she asks.

“Aye, that kid. What’d she do this time?” Katie joins in on the conversation, not sensing the seriousness of it all, “Bad mouth the teacher or get caught cheating on a test?” she jokes.

Lia purses her lips in annoyance with the Irish woman, “It’s not funny, Katie” she states, bluntly.

“Oh come on, so the kid gets into a bit of trouble every now and then. It’s not a big deal” Katie insists, rolling her eyes.

“You’re clearly not seeing the point of how serious this is then, Katie” Leah steps in as she can see Lia getting herself annoyed with Katie’s mock teasing, “This isn’t funny, you know Y/N/N and you know that she’s never usually like this at all!” she remarks.

Katie holds her hands up in mock surrender, “Relax, eh, Williamson, will ya? I’m only joking here, there’s no need to take the high ground about this now, is there?” she says and she can’t help but rile the blonde up.

Leah scoffs in disagreement with the brunette, “You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if her behaviour as off lately was down to your antics when she’s around your house on the weekend, cos’ she certainly doesn’t act like this when she’s at Lia’s house” she remarks.

“My antics?” Katie fires back in disbelief.

“Y/N/N acting up isn’t anything to do with how she is at ours” Caitlin chips in and defends the pair of them, “I don’t know what is going on with Y/N/N but this isn’t something that’s neither mine or Katies’ fault” she tells them.

“Oh, really?” Leah scoffs and raises her eyebrows before she looks at the Swiss woman, “Do you want me to come down to the school with you?” she offers.

“Would you?” Lia glances at the blonde in appreciation.

“Of course, I would–” Leahs’ agreement is cut off.

“No way, absolutely not!” Caitlin interjects, very much in disagreement with that decision, “If anyones’ going down to the school with you then it should be me!” she states.

“Caitlin–” Lia begins to speak.

“No, I’m Y/N’s mum just as much as you are, Lia” The Aussie woman insists, not liking the idea of being pushed out of the picture, “We should go down to the school and deal with this together, as a family” she mumbles.

“We broke up Caitlin, we’re not a family anymore” Lia quietly tells her, shaking her head in disagreement, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to go down to the school together, Caitlin. I will go with Leah and then I’ll just tell you what happens” she tells her.

“Why not? No offence, Leah but this hasn’t got anything to do with you!” Caitlin objects to the idea as she looks at the blonde.

“I’m going there to support Lia and that’s important right now” Leah explains to the Aussie woman.

Caitlin shakes her head completely in disagreement with the idea, “No, no– I should be there, Y/N is my daughter, not yours!” she points the finger at the blonde firmly before she looks at Lia, “Fine, if you don’t think we should both go down there then why don’t I just go down there? In fact I’ll take Katie, we’ll take her back to ours afterwards instead” she declares.

“Oh yeah, Y/N/N loves Coopurr!” Katie exclaims, in agreement with the suggestion.

“There we have it then. I’ll find out what’s been going on with Y/N/N and then we’ll go back to ours” Caitlin insists with the idea.

Lia shakes her head in disagreement, “Oh, and make it seem like I’m the bad cop when you bring her home?” she questions.

“That’s not what I’m trying to do here, Lia! I’m just trying to help you out here and be the parent that Y/N/N needs– She’s my kid too, you know?” Caitlin shouts back in response, earning the attention of a few girls in the gym, including their captain Kim.

“I’m not saying that she isn’t. I know she is but it’s easier to do it this way” Lia explains, avoiding the looks from the rest of the girls in the gym who look concerned.

“Is it? It just seems like you’re pushing me out of the picture!” Caitlin makes her feelings evidently clear.

“Caitlin has got a point, Lia. You can’t stop her from seeing Y/N/N like you’re trying to do that” Katie chips in, looking at the Swiss woman.

Lia turns to look at Katie in disbelief, “Stay out of this, Katie. This isn’t your argument to get involved in” she says as she begins to collect her stuff.

“Okay, alright, that’s enough. You’re all causing a scene in here” Kim speaks up loudly as she walks over to them as she overhears the conversation between the 4 adults in the gym, “What is going on?” she asks, glancing between them all.

“Y/N got into trouble at school” Lia begins to explain.

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t have known that unless I didn’t overhear Lia and Leah talking about it” Caitlin huffs and rolls her eyes.

“I told you, I was getting round to it” Lia fires back as she scowls at her ex-girlfriend.

“Yeah, right” Caitlin mutters in disagreement, “ “And now she won’t even let me come down to the school with her, when I have every right to do that!” she adds.

“It’s just better this way, Caitlin” Lia explains to her ex-girlfriend, exhaling a sigh.

“Caitlin has every right to be there for Y/N” Katie chips in defending her girlfriend.

“Why are you getting involved in this, Katie?” Leah questions the Irish women.

“Why are you getting so involved, Leah?” Katie fires back at the blonde.

“Seriously, Katie? You just seem to find this whole thing hilarious like it’s one big joke!” Leah mutters, shaking her head, “I’m right to want to be there for Lia in this” she adds.

Kim shakes her head in disbelief at the 4 of them acting like they are, “Alright, that’s enough. Okay?” Kim interjects in an authoritative tone of voice as she looks between the 2 exes, “Regardless of you all blaming each other, it’s not going to help you figure out what is going on with Y/N/N unless you work together” she tells them.

Lia’s facial expression softens in realisation, “You’re right, Kim. I didn’t think about it that way” she admits as she looks at her ex, “Look Caitlin, I’m not trying to push you away like you think I am. I just think it’ll be difficult for us to both be there, right now. I’m sorry and I know Y/N is your daughter and you do have every right to see her, just as I do but I would prefer to do this with Leah by my side instead, okay? I’ll text you and let you know what is said, but please understand I find it better to do this way” she tells the woman quietly, finding it hard enough to be in the room with her ex-girlfriend without dealing with anything else.

Without saying anything more, Lia and Leah left the gym as they quickly notified Jonas about the recent events, before they head out to the car to make the way down to your school to find out what trouble you’ve landed yourself in this time.

You knew the single minute that you raised your fist at the girl it would end up in dire consequences, however now finding yourself sitting outside the head teachers’ office with bruised and bloody knuckles, you remain hopeful that this latest stunt was something that both of your mums would be coming down to talk to the head teacher.

Although you still can’t help but wonder how it got so bad?

It wasn’t like you could talk to either of your mums though, because most of the time when you spent time with either of them, you didn’t really want to mention the other in case it brought up any sort of hurt feelings, but you needed them both together.

You didn’t really mean to get yourself in that much trouble today, in fact you’ve never really been one to cause many problems at school if you’re being honest, but you were just so sick of them pushing you around and calling you endless names that you finally had enough and lashed out.

As soon as you hear the sound of footsteps nearing you, you remain hopeful as you look up with eager eyes, hopeful to see your two mums together.

However, you’re severely disappointed when its’ your mama and Leah instead.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, you didn’t want Leah to be here with your mama; You wanted your mama and mum together, but why did that seem so impossible to do?

“Hi mama” You mumble, biting your bottom lip as you avoid the disapproving look on both of their faces, “Hi Leah” you acknowledge the presence of the blonde, whos’ stood there obnoxiously chewing gum.

“Hey kid” Leah greets you with a worried smile.

Lia exhales a sigh and shakes her head, “What have you done this time, Y/N/N?” she questions.

“It wasn't my fault” You try to defend yourself, picking at the skin around your nails.

“I find that one hard to believe Y/N. This is the third call I have had from your school this week” Lia reminds you, moving to sit beside you on the uncomfortable plastic chair, “Do you want to tell me what happened before I go in and speak to your head teacher?” she asks.

“Nope” You shake your head in disagreement.

Leah furrows her eyebrows and sits on the other empty chair, “What happened, kid? It’s not like you to be in this much trouble, or acting out in general” she tries to get answers out of you.

You shrug your shoulders carelessly and bite your bottom lip, “Dunno, is mum coming down as well?” you wonder, curiously as you look at Lia.

“No, Y/N/N. It’s just us– Is this why you’ve gotten yourself into trouble at school, so your mum and I would come down together?” Lia asks in realisation, putting the pieces together about it all.

“Maybe, sorta. I don’t know, cos’ it didn’t work anyways” You mumble, deflating your shoulders as you stand up to head into the office after the head teacher calls you all in; Leah and Lia share a look of confusion with another, finding it hard to understand why you would do that as they follow you in behind.

The result of your behaviour in school leads to you being suspended for the next 2 weeks, which your mama isn’t best pleased with at all if the silence is anything to go by as you trail behind them to the car.

Every time you have tried to talk, you're met with a stern look from the Swiss woman which makes you shut up pretty quickly.

“Mama?” You try your luck to get her a response.

Once again, you were met with complete silence on the car ride back apart from the faint sound of music playing.

“Okay, I know I messed up but how much longer am I going to receive the silent treatment for?” You huff aloud as you peer out the window as your mama drives out of the school car park.

Yet again, complete silence.

“Come on, seriously? The fight wasn’t even my fault in the first place!” You whine in protest, huffing and crossing your arms in the back of the car.

Leah clicks her tongue as she sits in the passenger seat, “You shouldn’t even be fighting in the first place, Y/N” she states sternly.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes and not snap back at the blonde, who you really don’t know why she’s even here, you wanted your mum instead, not her.

“I had my reasons to do it, Leah!” You mutter as you glance out of the window in the back of the car.

“Hey! Be nice” Lia glares at you to knock it off.

“What? I’m not doing anything!” You huff in annoyance and fight the urge to kick the back of her seat, “And I did have a good enough reason!” You still continue to insist.

“I don’t want to hear any of the excuses, Y/N” Lia exhales a sigh, shaking her head.

“But if you just let me explain–” You're cut off before you even have a proper chance to speak.

“Explain what, Y/N/N– How can I be so sure about what you’re telling me when you’ve been acting out like you have been for the last several weeks, huh?” Lia scolds you as she looks in the rear-view mirror, “I don’t know what has even gotten into you anymore, Y/F/N!” she states.

You kinda know that your mama does have a point in saying that, because despite your own rough upbringing with your biological parents, you’ve never really acted out or gotten into much trouble until recently, however with how its’ been the last several weeks, you can’t deny that you haven’t been acting out in an attempt to get the attention both of your mums together in the same room.

It just didn’t work this time round.

You just didn’t know you wouldn’t be able to control the anger any longer and you would end up lashing out like in the way that you did. No matter how many people tried to talk to you to figure out what was going on, nobody really understood what was going on right now.

You can’t help but scoff in response, “You won’t even hear my side of things though, at least I know that mum would take the time to listen to me. Why can’t I go and stay at her house instead?” The words slip out of your mouth without much realisation and it’s definitely loud enough for both women to hear.

“Y/N, your mama wants you to stay with her” Leah chips in.

“Why? And why are you even here when this has nothing to do with you?” You glare at the blonde, although you know it’s not her fault for what’s happening, but despite that you’re a stubborn teenager and refuse to admit when you’re in the wrong sometimes

“Y/N” Lia gasps in shock, “Don’t be rude, you don’t speak to people like that” she scolds you.

“It’s the truth though” You mumble and technically, you’re telling the truth about that one.

The Swiss woman shook her head in disagreement, “There’s no need to be so rude, okay? I won’t stand for it, so apologise please– And you know when it comes to you, that your mum and I are both on the same page” she tells you.

“Are you? Cos’ all you ever seem to do is fight these days” You remark snidefully.

“That’s not true, Y/N/N” Lia frowns at you.

“Yes it is, you guys always argue about me– I can’t even tell you how I feel, so I was only defending myself like how mum taught me to do” You explain to the older women.

“What!?” Lia exclaims in shock.

“Mum taught me self defence in case I ever needed to use it. Definitely showed them that today cos’ now they won’t mess with me again” You grin proudly to yourself.

“Are you… Of course she bloody did” Lia mutters, clenching her hands on the steering wheel.

“Calm down, Wally” Leah rests her hand on the older womens’ thigh.

“Mama, you’re clenching your fists. You might want to just chill out a bit” You note in concern as Lia looks angry and you realise you’re going in a different direction back home, “Where are we going?” you ask.

“Change of plan, Y/N. We’re going to see your mum after all” Lia states as she grips the steering wheel tighter.

#woso x reader #arsenal x reader #woso #woso fanfics #woso imagine #arsenal women x reader #lia wälti x reader #caitlin foord x reader #katie mccabe x reader #leah williamson x reader #arsenal wfc x reader

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bg-brainrot · 6 months

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Have you ever wanted to give Astarion more hugs? Because I did. So I wrote 34K words just to give him more hugs. It's Hugs for a Vampire, literally just uploaded the last chapter.

It's my first finished long fic ever and I feel this weird little pride so I wanted to gush about it. Please enjoy a few of my favorite snippets below (spans the game so beware spoilers), but this thing has a bit of everything.

You want figuring out boundaries? You got it!

You’re not sure how much of it is a choice that you’ve consciously made or if it’s born of your underlying worry. It hasn’t been long since you entered this new phase in your relationship, and the past couple of weeks have been a lot of trial and error to get to a place of some comfort and understanding. As such, you know exactly why you’ve been careful, consciously or not. “I don’t want to touch you if you’re not ready for it,” you say, tilting your head toward his, whispering your words away from the rest of the group.

The vampire freezes a moment, his eyebrows knitting into a look of concern. “While I appreciate the sentiment, darling, a hug isn’t exactly carnal .”

You give him a flat look. “Of course it isn’t,” you respond back. “But it’s still… intimate. You should be allowed to decide when that happens. If you hug me, I know you want it to happen.”

Astarion finally uncrosses his arms, only to rub at his temple in exasperation. “Ugh, you’re being disgustingly considerate,” he says, closing his eyes. “It’s times like this that I wonder how we’ve even gotten this far.”

You want a smidge of angst? Of course.

Astarion’s arm around you shifts, an attempt to pull you closer. You turn to face him and lean in to help his efforts. He gives you a sad little grateful smile, and tucks you into his chest, your head resting just below his chin. When he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper, a low rasp to it, “I’m here, dear. We’re in this together.”

Nodding into his chest, you take a few steading breaths. “I know,” you say. “But is it too much to ask for a break every once and a while?”

“Darling,” a cold kiss graces your temple before he continues, “I’ve been asking myself that question for two-hundred years.” His words aren’t meant to elicit sympathy, just reality, and you both soak in it for a while. Laying in each others’ arms, bodies too exhausted to move, spirits too broken to speak, you allow yourself to weep.

You want calling Astarion out on his bullshit? For sure.

“Gods,” he breathes out in anguish. “I can’t say you’re wrong. I can only say I'm so glad we didn’t meet then. I don’t even want to think what would have happened to you…”

You’ve never been above challenging your lover’s sullen moods, facing his avoidances head on. So you stare him down fiercely when you say, “Don’t you avoid this, Astarion. Face it, like you must face them. You would have killed me.”

And just like that, something in him buckles. All of his blustering blown away in the stark reality of his previous life. “I would have killed you.” Astarion’s shoulders bow, his head turns away from you and it’s all you can do to hold back a fierce, rib-shattering embrace.

You want fluff? Hell yeah.

You’re ever the slightly more responsible of the two of you. “I always thought that the day we got thrown into prison together it would be for theft, murder, maybe racketeering– not public indecency.”

“The night is young, dear,” he says, smiling up at you innocently. "I wouldn't rule any of them out quite yet."

You plant a small kiss on his head and respond, “You are an utter fool.”

You want an ending where he doesn't run off on his own and break your heart? It's only natural 😭

Sniffling, tears trailing down your face and onto his neck, you know your voice is barely there. But you need him to know. You whisper to him, “We’re all here for you. You’re safe with us.”

And like a stubborn lock that finally gives, he collapses into you. His full body weight bears down on you, and it’s all you can do to keep from toppling over. Yet you remain solid, fully ready to support him as long as he needs.

Anyway, I just wanted to be excited, if you read this far ty I appreciate you and pls how do I get this vampire man out of my head 🥲

#astarion #bg3 #astarion x tav #fanfic #rogue + rogue #astarion x reader #baldurs gate 3

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asp1diske-art · 1 month

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Your technical skill with lineart and shading is amazing in itself, but it's your ability to convey emotion and atmosphere in your work that is trademark to me :) its incredible how you can show through gesture and body language just what these masked, expressionless characters are feeling, and how the environment itself conveys that. Your lurien comics, especially the one that ends in something along the lines of "I return to the kingdom you abandoned" are I think the spark that made Lurien go from Some Guy to Deeply Interesting for me, and your use of color pop and shaky line contributed so much to the feeling in those comics. You are one of the artists whose skill at evoking emotions I aspire to <3

Oh wow, I've been reading and re-reading this for the last 20 minutes this is amazing.

So, emotions!

If there is one thing I'm proud to have accomplished during my time in Hollow Knight, it's the skill of expressing tone. Because here's the thing, facial expressions are just one of the many components of tone. (I even wrote about this in another ask some time ago.) Colors, gestures, camera angle, lighting, paneling, lines and narration - all of these come together to convey the mood of the scene.

Check out these wips from the Watcher and the Watched comic, for example.

You can see that color played a huge role in setting the atmosphere in the comic. It shows that this comic is taking place in the Watcher's Spire, but it also gives a dark, subdued feeling that wouldn't come from idk, a yellow background. The backlight emphasizes the ominous tone of the last page. As does Lurien's pose - coupled with the butler looking up and Lurien looking down, it makes it look like Lurien is looming over his butler (and the reader). All this builds up to deliver Lurien's lines with maximum impact.

So yeah, a lot goes into conveying tone in comics, and I'm very happy to hear that it was recieved well!!

The Lurien, Dreamer comic. It's almost 2 years old now but it's still one of the favorite comics I drew about him. Together with the City of Tears comic, it's the epitome of my interpretation of Lurien. My characterization of Lurien's relationship with the Pale King was quite different from the usual fanon at the time (I don't know how it is now, I haven't gone into the tags in years haha) and I wasn't really sure how people would take it. So I'm glad to hear that it got you interested in Lurien!

It's the one that took the longest too lol. Usually I draw comics in a single setting, but that one took 3 days. Besides Two Ghosts (which was an 18 chapter+@ comic that was over 50p and took about 2 months), no other comic has broken this record. I put in a lot of care into it, and it still holds a special place in my heart.

Honestly half the reason I use messy, sketchy lines is that I suck at drawing clean lines lmao. But I like to think that I've made the best of it and utilized it as an art style. In that comic especially, because the whole thing takes place in the dream realm and I wanted to give a rough, unreal feel to it.

I'd show breakdowns of this one too but the file is so big it keeps crashing lol. (Pro tip - draw your comic pages in separate files. Don't be like me and draw 300dpi 10p comics with 30 layers in each page in a single canvas. It will crash and you will be sad.) But drawing the White Palace was a interesting challenge because I usually draw in highly saturated colors whereas the Palace is, well, white. So I had to work out a way to color this without making everything looking grey, while also making it recognizable as the palace. iirc I used a lot of overlay & burn & dodge layers along with a few difference & subtract layers to give the white a slight yellow tint to stand out from the dark blue. (I'm pretty sure they're the culprits crashing the file.)

Sorry this got long, I really took this as an invitation to ramble about my art hkfsldjkflj

Thank you for all the compliments! It's an honor to hear that my art could be someone's aspiration, and I'm very happy that all my Lurien art got someone else into Lurien. I hope you have a nice day :D

#asks #my art #long post

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soap143 · 5 months

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hiiiiii I was wondering if you would want to write about lee! hyunjin? maybe something similar the chan story but hyunjin has to paint while tickled or there's a belt that's ticklish which he has to wear while dancing??

if you don't want to you don't have to write it :)))

thank youuuu

AAAAH I love this idea! I hope you won’t mind that I wrote this for the “Eye for an eye” series. I just think this concept really fits in here. Happy reading! (just a quick lil reminder that you should read Challenge before or after this fic)

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Eye for an eye

pt. 2

lee!hyunjin

ler!chan

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Ever since Chan had gotten revenge on the first kid, the rest had been avoiding him in fear of being mercilessly wrecked. Minho, being the amazing lee he was, ratted out the leader’s plan immediately, causing everyone to never let their guard down.

However, this evening he was completely alone with Hyunjin in the dorm. Changbin and Han convinced Chan to stay home while they finish up all the work. The oldest smirked, plotting his sweet revenge…

He thought that Hyunjin was scrolling on social media or wasting his precious free evening doing something useless, but was pleasantly surprised to see the exact opposite “Woah, you’re… painting? Should I-” the kangaroo’s sentence was cut short as Jinnie groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance “Can you please leave? I’m really focused on finishing this painting. I’ll post it on instagram later for STAY to see.”

“God forbid me from disturbing you, my prince! Don’t you remember what you and the kids did to me last week? I thought Lee Know had told you.” Chan mocked, inching closer to his future victim.

“Haha, very funny. You can’t tickle me now. The paint. It’s gonna get everywhere. You’re gonna ruin my painting. I’ll die.” Hyunjin brainstormed ramdom ideas to get his hyung away from his ticklish self.

The aussie nonchalantly grabbed an empty canvas and a chair, walking towards the ferret. He placed the chair behind the painter and the canvas in front, replacing the unfinished painting with it.

“I think STAY would love to see how to paint a simple auto portrait… While being tickled.” the shorter stated, wrapping his fingers around Jinnie’s sides, not doing anything yet.

Hyunjin gulped, dipping his dirty paintbrush into a cup, filled with water. Then, he patted it dry onto a piece of paper. Lastly, he proceeded to grab quite a generous amount of paint onto his brush.

For STAY…

He started slowly with his face. It was just a simple little sketch, nothing too important anyway, so he didn’t really care about proportions. He was about to get tickled, so it would surely get ruined anyway.

As he was finishing up his chin and starting on the jaw, he felt a quick jab on his side, causing him to jerk the opposite way “Yah! Thankfully, the brush wasn’t on the canvas… I almost ruined it because of you!” Hyunjin whined.

The person responsable for the tall boy’s screams just snickered, poking him once again.The artists tried to protect his sensitive torso with one hand and paint with the other.

As Jinnie hurriedly drew the ears, Chan properly dug into the vulnerable spot, making Hyunjin flinch harshly “CHAN! Now you’ve ruined it! Do you see this big, dark line? That’s your fault!” the ferret dramatically gasped, repeatedly pointing at the horrible mistake.

“Excuse me? Chan? It’s hyung to you!” the shorter pointed out, shoving his wiggly fingers under the younger’s arms “YAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOHOHOP! IHIHI MUHUHUHUHUHST FIHIHIHIHIHINISH THIHIHIHIHS HAHAHAHA!” the tallest member in Stray Kids yelped, twisting side to side.

To his disadvantage, the aussie wasn’t in the mood to show any mercy “Remeber how you tickled me without letting me sing those beutiful lyrics out? I was dying, yet none of you stopped for even a minute to let me push those words out. Have a taste of your own medicine, Jinnie. Eye for an eye…” Chan ranted, drilling in between the long haired boy’s ribs.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE, IHIHIHIHI REHEHEHEHEALY HAHAHAHAVE TOHOHOHOHO- NOHOHOHOHO!” the talented painter tried to squeak his sentence out, only to be cut off by his own crazy cackles “Get to drawing, I really wanna see that beutiful result of your talent~” the kangaroo teased, mocking the way Hyunjin and kids tormented him.

The ferret quickly grabbed the paintbrush, splashing some abstract stains of paint, trying to resemble his hair “Wow, are those your beutiful locks of hair?” the older teasingly questioned the colourful puddles.

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHHAHAN’T- UGH! STOHOHOHOHOP, YOUHUHUH’RE ANOHOHOHOHOHYING!” the dancer tried to argue with the older, but was far too ticklish for that “Where are those beutiful eyes of yours? And your neck? I think you should draw yourself wearing a beutiful polo-shirt.” Chan suggested, squeezing his lee’s lower back.

Hyunjin went bonkers when the chosen spot was mercilessly attacked. In fact, he even got some paint on his face.

In a desperate act, he snatched his painting tool and smuthered his not-so-empty canvas in random strokes. Most of them were unsuccessful, landing nowhere near the face. He tried once more, this time making them look somewhat close to a nose, eye and a singular eyebrow.

“You’re doing great! Just finish up the other half of the face and you’ll be done!” Channie commented, grabbing the top of the dancer’s thighs and pushing his fingers rapidly in and out of the flesh. The worst part: one hand was being so painfully gentle and the other seemed to be melting into the ticklish skin with its aggressiveness.

“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOK O-OHOHOK IHIHIHIHIHI’M DO-DOHOHOHOHONE!” the younger announced “Nu-uh. The head, it’s floating. You better add a neck before it falls to the ground!”

The painting in question was full of uneven lines, some of them not even properly connecting. Hyunjin’s supposed face was half empty. Not to mention that it was covered in zig-zaggy strokes, most of which went over the line that separated the visage from the backround. The backround in question was covered with those exact same abstract, uneven strokes, lines and stains of paint.

Both of the boys stopped to admire their work. It seemed so… Modern “Look at what we’ve created…” Chan dramatically sighed in admiration “Excuse me? Who’s we? This is all my job!” Hyunjin tried to protest, only to be lowered back down by a few pokes to the side.

“STAY is gonna love this!” the aussie exclaimed, suddenly taking out his phone and stopping the video recording “YOU FILMED THAT?!” the artist roared “You filmed me! And posted it. This is called revenge!” the leader snickered, running away to hide into the safety of his room, before the taller boy could catch up.

That very same evening, Hyunjin’s instagram account was updated with two posts. One with the original painting he was working on, and the other painting: which his oldest hyung helped him make…

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Hope you enjoyed! Do you guys like this series and concept? Me personally, I love these shorter fics. Can’t wait to write more. Have a good day/night!❤️🙂

#tickle #stray kids #rough tickles #bang chan #hwang hyunjin #lee!hyunjin #ler!bangchan #sfw tickle community #tickle community #kpop tickle

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hi, i hope i’m putting in this request correctly (sorry if i’m not). but could you do a benedict bridgerton one-shot/blurb with the prompt: “(She’s/he’s/they’re) just a friend.” “We used to be friends to be ‘just friends’ too.”

or really any friends to lovers kinda thing with him, i’m just a sucker for it. thank you!

not just - benedict bridgerton

summary: benedict realizes he does not just want to be friends with you. not anymore.

a/n: hi!! thank you so much for this request, im sorry it took approximately 100 years to come out but yeah. i tried to make this different from my other friends to lovers fic w him, and this is my first time writing daphne so hopefully she's accurate lol. i hope you enjoy, once again sorry for the wait!!! (also i changed the prompt a bit to fit more but it's still the same meaning)

wc: 2.3k

warning(s): an overuse of commas and em dashes, signature bridgerton boy obliviousness. also i wrote this in one go when the inspiration finally struck so i apologize if it's kinda messy

Benedict had let out, likely, his hundredth sigh of the night. It was certainly bothersome to those on the outskirts alongside him, but he could not have cared less.

Not when you were on the dance floor, dancing with a man that was not him.

Benedict did not quite know why the sight of you twirling with another annoyed him so. It must have been the man you were with. Lord Arthur Annesley was, frankly, a good match for any lady, especially as the well-regarded son of a viscount—just not you.

He knew that the two of you would not be a good match—he was certain of it. Not when he had overheard the man talking of how he viewed women as nothing more than accessories, to birth children and then be shown off on a man’s arm. Benedict still remembered that night, Colin having to stop him in the middle of Mondrich’s gentleman’s club from clobbering the brute.

The worst part was that, with the wealth he partook in due to his ancestry and the good breeding afforded to him by his family name, Benedict could do nothing about Annesley if he decided to court you. Yes, your family had money of its own, but not nearly enough to allow you refusal should he propose. If he made the choice, you would be forced to accept, no matter your feelings or thoughts of him. His bigger fear was that you actually felt affection for the man.

Well, he thought helpfully, he could always challenge him to a duel. And though it seemed like an excellent idea to him, Benedict doubted his siblings nor his mother would allow him to do anything of the sort.

And thus he was doomed to stand on the sidelines of the ballroom forever, watching you dance with another, eventually marry another, and leave him fully behind.

So his statement could not exactly be counted as true. He did know why the sight of it annoyed him.

It was because he was in love with you, and you were not in love with him. It was as simple as that, and yet it could not have been a more devastating truth.

Benedict supposed that was what he got for never being brave enough to tell you of his feelings. But that did not mean he had to like the outcome.

“What has got you in such a twist, dearest brother?”

Benedict glanced over as Daphne took the open spot next to him, a glass of champagne held tenderly between her gloved fingers. She was the image of perfection, as usual—ever since his sister had become a duchess, she seemed to always emanate light. He was proud of her, but he could not help but feel a bit inferior in comparison. His sister was years younger than him, and yet she was while she was the walking body of grace with a duke for a husband, he could not even tell the object of his affections how he felt of her.

Benedict supposed it was no surprise she had managed to seek him and his poor mood out. She’d always been good at knowing when he was upset, even when they were children.

“No reason,” he muttered, plucking a glass of his own from a passing servant and tossing it back in one motion. “I am simply not enjoying the party.”

“Ah,” she said, fully disbelieving, if simply by the fact that he could not possibly dislike a party organized by her, “is that why you are attempting to assassinate Lord Arthur with your gaze alone?”

“I—” Benedict huffed and looked elsewhere. “I am not.”

“You were,” she said. Daphne looked to where his attention was prior, and it only took a moment for her to realize.

“Ah.” Daphne pursed her lips as she turned back to her brother. “It is Miss Stanton.”

“It is not,” Benedict quickly covered up, realizing only a moment too late that he should not have been so hasty to reply if it was the truth.

“Do you have affection for her?” Daphne asked, and though coming from another it might have been mocking, his sister was anything but.

“No,” Benedict said, and he shook his head. “No—I do not. The only affection I have for her is of the friendship sort.”

He did not quite know why he was so adamant in denying his feelings for you. Perhaps because he thought it would make it easier—if he did not accept the truth, then he would not have to accept he was losing the woman of his dreams when you took the surname of another and left him behind. He would not have to accept that it was a very likely story that you would be out of his life far sooner than he would ever wish.

Yes, he thought, that was it. Though it brought an unexpected sadness alongside the revelation.

“That certainly is not the way that a man looks at a woman he feels nothing but friendship for,” Daphne murmured. “I recognize it very clearly.”

“Then maybe you have had a bit too much to drink,” Benedict said, “as you could not be more wrong.”

She did not take offense at his words, instead allowing the briefest glimpse of amusement to pass. “You are the one attempting to drown his sorrows in nothing but champagne. I regret to inform you, brother, that it will not likely work.”

He let out a long sigh as he crossed his arms across his midsection. “What is it that you recognize then, Daph?”

“I recognize,” Daphne said, “the very same way that I looked at Simon. When I was first beginning to realize my feelings, with no hope of them being reciprocated and yet all of the love in the world to give to him.”

Benedict shook his head with a huff. “That is nonsense. We are nothing more than friends.”

Daphne’s lips quirked up at the edges. “Simon used to be nothing but a friend as well. And now I have been madly in love with him for two years.”

Sometimes Benedict wished his sister was not as attentive and caring as she was. There were plenty of other sisters in the ton, sisters that would not think twice about the sour moods of their brothers. If that were the case, he would be able to revel in his misery for the rest of his life instead of being forced to confront it instead.

“...Fine,” he conceded. “I do have feelings for her. I… I love her. And I have for quite some time. I love that she is my friend, and I could not think of a life without her, though I cannot help but want so much more. But I fear if I speak up I could lose her.”

“Benedict,” Daphne said softly, “if you do not say anything, you will lose her anyway. You will never know what could have been, simply because of a fear that may not even be reality. Do you truly think you could take that chance?”

Benedict did not respond. It was a heavy question—one he did not quite know how to answer.

He did not want to lose you—of course not. It was unimaginable, his world without you in it. But just as well, by confessing his feelings, he could lose you all the same. He could push you farther into that lecherous man’s arms, and he would not be able to do a thing.

But deep down, Benedict knew the truth.

“No,” he said. “I could not take the chance.”

Daphne smiled, fully this time, and she patted her brother on the back. “Then I believe you know what you must do.”

As if by perfect timing, the orchestra ended their current piece, and your dance with Annesley was complete. You bowed to him and him to you, and he grimaced as he touched your shoulder and said a few words. You said a few back to him, then exited with a polite nod and a smile. Before Benedict could question his next actions, he had handed his empty glass to his sister and started towards you.

“Miss Stanton,” Benedict started, and then he shook his head, “Y/N. I wish to speak with you, if that is alright. It is… it is an urgent matter.”

Your eyes alit with concern as you took his offered hand. “Benedict, whatever is the problem?”

“There is no problem,” he said, and he did not think he could be stumbling through this harder if he tried. “I just wish to speak with you, if you have the time.”

You smiled, and Benedict thought it was the most stunning thing he’d ever seen. “Why, of course. I always have time for Benedict Bridgerton.”

He smiled back. “And I am eternally thankful for it.”

Benedict guided you out of the ballroom, checking behind him every so often to ensure they weren’t being followed—he could only imagine the sort of scandal this would cause, and he did not quite feel like giving his mother a heart attack tonight—and eventually, the two of you were in a quiet but well lit hallway of the Basset’s enormous summer home.

“Now I am truly worried something is the matter,” you said wryly. “What, with all this secrecy.”

Benedict chuckled, but he could not stop his hands from fidgeting. In another split second decision he took your hands in his own, the warmth a welcome comfort. You did not even flinch, instead looking at him with the softest expression imaginable.

Great God, how he loved you.

“Nothing is the matter,” Benedict said, his voice a bit shaky, and he gave himself approximately two seconds to prepare for what he was about to do. “I’d rather say things have the opportunity to go quite well.”

“And why is that?” you asked with a coy smile.

“Because I have a confession to make,” he said. “I… I could not stand watching you dance out there tonight, to tell you the truth. And— and it is not because of you—you were as perfect as you always were—but because of your partner. Arthur Annesley is nothing more than his title, and he is not worth any more of your time. And— and I tell you this, because—”

Benedict took a deep breath, and it was as if a dam had been broken, the way the words came tumbling out.

“I do not just want to be friends,” Benedict rushed out, “and I have wanted much more for so long. I love you, Y/N Stanton, and I have loved you since the moment you walked out the doors for your debut. I have loved you since you pushed me in the mud and ruined my clothing just to get me out of French lessons. I have loved you since you sat with me for hours in silence whenever I needed you after my father’s death. Y/N, I have loved you for as long as I have known what love is. To me, you are what love is. And I love you—foolishly, wholeheartedly, completely in love.”

“Truly?” you asked quietly, your eyes slightly wide from such a sudden confession. “That is… truly how you have felt about me, all this time?”

“For quite some time,” he admitted, and the light of concern in his eye was telling of his nerves. “You consume my every thought, Y/N, my every waking moment—you are all I dream of, day in and day out. And I cannot bear the thought of you being near that wretched Annesley any longer. I beg of you—please, do not marry him.”

“I was never going to marry him,” you said breathlessly, and you could not help but laugh, however inappropriate it might have been. “Benedict, every moment I spent with him was to humor my mother and his father over their own delusions of a courting. I harbor nothing but ambivalence towards that man. You,” you reached your hand up and cupped his cheek with it, and you could not help but smile as he unconsciously leaned into your touch, “are the one that I love. Foolishly, wholeheartedly, completely in love.”

It was Benedict’s turn for his eyes to widen, to repeat your own words. “Truly?”

“It is the most truth I have ever spoken,” you whispered.

Benedict immediately pulled you into a kiss, the feeling of his lips against yours like pure fire dancing through you. It was maddeningly addictive, passionate, the complete opposite of gentlemanly, but everything you had ever needed. Everything you had been longing for, for a longer time than you’d known.

“I love you,” he said, breathless as he pulled away for just a moment, just enough time to say the words before he was back on you with an unrivaled fierceness. “I love you so much.”

Your entire body was heated to the touch when you finally pulled away, your lips sore and swollen and Benedict’s hair a complete mess thanks to your combined efforts. You could not help but laugh at the sight—it was beautiful. He was beautiful, and he was the man you loved.

The man who loved you.

“I love you too,” you murmured, and you suddenly could not believe you had managed to go so long without saying the words you now knew were etched into your soul.

Friends, you thought with an inward laugh. The notion seemed so silly now.

Benedict Bridgerton was your best friend, but he was also the man you loved the most. You could hardly believe you nearly passed it up from some half-hearted fear of rejection.

You had never been so glad to not be friends.

No—you weren’t not friends.

You simply were not just friends.

And that was not just good. It was perfect.

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#sadie’s 1k one shots #even though i’ve hit 1.5k now. oops #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict x reader #bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton fic #benedict bridgerton fluff #bridgerton fic #bridgerton fluff #sadie writes

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orionwynnter669 · 4 months

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Twist fan drabble

This is a little fanfic I wrote featuring my oc Wynn (trans he/him). Heavy smut involving the Octavinelle trio. Dni if you're a minor. Tws below the cut

Contains tentacles, biting, mentions of certain female anatomy that some readers may find triggering, breeding kink, 4some.

Wynn belonging to the Dorms pt1

Of course he signed a contract. He had no other choice. Others may say differently, those who were blessed with the means to avoid it, but he was, quite literally, backed into a corner. It started with losing Ramshackle, Crowley was all too happy for the dilapidated building to suddenly be pulling in revenue, so besides the complaints and disappointment from his friends, no one stepped in. Then, he signed away his life, body and soul to them. He had nothing else he could lose. There wasn't even a challenge to overcome, it was merely everyone else's freedom in exchange for his. He'd given up trying to fight against them.

Working in the lounge was difficult, the training hard and strict, but he managed to overcome it. He attended class with Grim by day, worked in the lounge until late into the evening, then, if he was lucky, he'd get a few hours of sleep stuck under Azul's tentacles or between the twins (or all three) before starting again early in the morning. However, that isn't the case on nights when Floyd's unpredictable mood gets in the way, or when Jade has some extra "discipline" he wishes to give. Sometimes it's simply Azul wishing for more that leads to this.

"Sorry about the delay, I had some sudden business to tend to. How's our little pet holding up?"

Azul purred as he locked the door to his room behind him, shedding his human appearance as he came towards the bed. Floyd chuckled, ramming his hips against Wynn's non stop, while his mouth was being used by Jade. The latter was steadily thrusting down the Wynn's throat, barely giving him room for air. He ran a free hand along Wynn's chest while the other kept his head still enough to use. As Azul approached, Jade grabbed a fistful, pressing Wynn down until his lips were flush with his skin, cockwarming in his throat while answering the housewarden with his signature grin. "He put up a bit of a struggle at first, but is managing -hng- quite well." Wynn couldn't see Azul, but he began trembling even more than he already had been as tentacles made their way across his body. He started choking from the lack of air, groaning and desperately gripping Jade's thigh. He sadistically continued speaking to Azul over his muffled whines, but Wynn was so caught up in being unable to breathe that he couldn't hear anything, too focused on silently begging for mercy as his eyes began to roll back. His head was finally pulled off with a slick pop as he gasped and choked for air, clutching at his throat as if that would protect him. As he regained clarity, he noticed Floyd had also slowed down, letting Wynn focus on catching his breath.

Jade's soothing hand on his head was replaced by Azul's, lifting him up enough to place gentle kisses against his lips. "Good boy. You've done so well, now it's time to reward you. Don't try to fight it, just succumb to our touch." Lips against his temple, hands and tentacles caressing his exhausted body, every limb being held by one of them. Floyd nibbling against his legs while Azul cradled his head replacing the roughness with gentle tongue, Jade placing reverent kisses against his knuckles, wrist, up his arm. He didn't realize he was being moved around until his chest was flush with Floyd's, whose teeth grazed the skin against his neck. He let out a soft mewl at the sensation, wrapping his arms around Floyd's shoulders as Jade came behind him, pressing up against his back. Teasing, sensual kisses against his throat, front, back, and sides. The lingering pressure against his pulse, the slight prick of teeth eager to sink in. As both twins pressed against him, Azul's tentacles continued their caress of his skin, gripping and sucking and leaving him whining ever so sweetly.

Jade pressed his member against Wynn's ass, already entering him as Floyd let out a low groan. Wynn's face contorted into a look of pleasure as both twins rocked him between them, soft, needy sounds escaping his lip. Azul grabbed Wynn's chin, tilting his head to face him as their lips connected, swallowing the sweet sounds building in his throat. Then something else pressed against both of his entrances. Something long, hard, and unmistakably Azul. It wrapped around both of the twin's cocks, making the already difficult stretch nearly unbearable as he worked his way even deeper than both of them. The one at his front seemed thicker, and Wynn knew exactly what that meant as it began teasing the entrance to his womb.

Before he could struggle against it, the twin's rammed into him with renewed intensity, his cries muffled against Azul's tongue as his inner entrance was finally breached. Teeth marks littered his skin and firm hands held him in place with a near bruising grip. His fingers dug into Floyd's back, desperately trying to hang on, which seemed to spur him into thrusting even harder. He felt the twins bite down hard against his neck and shoulder, piercing the skin with their sharp teeth as they sent him skyrocketing over the edge. His whole body convulsed, tensing and shaking violently, screams of pleasure and pain intertwined threatening to tear him apart from the inside. His moans and cries were all swallowed by Azul, who firmly kept their lips locked together while the deep rumbling in his chest continued to build. After a few short moments that felt like eternity, the other three joined Wynn over the edge, hips sputtering and burying themselves as deep as they possibly could as seed painted and filled his insides. His eyes rolled back at the overwhelming warmth, body unable to keep up with the pleasure. Azul pulled away enough for Wynn to breathe, leaving his mewling cries to escape into the room as his body continued drowning in euphoria.

He was left breathless and dazed as his body fell limp against Jade's chest, gentle hands coming to caress every inch of his body. He didn't know what touch belonged to who, but it didn't matter anymore. Three sets of predatory eyes gazed down at his exhausted face as he was once again reminded that, he belonged to all of them.

End.

#twisted wonderland #bottom male reader #original character #octavinelle #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #jade leech #twst jade #floyd leech #twst floyd #twst smut #twst oc #trans oc

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powerful-niya · 5 months

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2023 Reflection 𐙚🧸‹𝟹

🧸🥞🪐🩹🧋

— "Everything has changed and yet, I am more me than I've ever been."

-Ian Thomas

2023.

Upon reflecting on 2023, I would describe it as a year filled with challenges—a beautiful challenge, teeming with opportunities for growth, exploration, and surpassing my own expectations.

"Trust the Process" served as my guiding mantra throughout the year, urging me to persevere through the initial struggles of ideas, projects, and experiences, pushing forward with resilience….

until the very end.

Yes, 2023 was challenging.

Busy.

Stressful.

But it was also inspiring.

Uplifting.

Joyous.

✨Looking back, I'm genuinely amazed by all the multitude of accomplishments I've achieved in the year of 2023.✨

I've…

🧸 Successfully graduated from Community College

🧸 Embarked on a journey at a University

🧸 Enhanced my driving skills

🧸 Secured a job

🧸 Joined a college club

🧸 Formed connections with new people

🧸 Delved into learning Japanese

🧸 Embraced baking as a new hobby

🧸 Explored new foods

🧸Made tons of moodboards

🧸 Got a lot more active on Tumblr, Discord, AO3, Wattpad

🧸 Entered Two Writing Events: Fest No Jutsu 2023 & NaruHina Month 2023

🧸 Took part in a personal Q&A session for Nhmonth23.

🧸Received FanMail: Nhmonth23

🧸 Wrote… a lot.

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This year, my approach to writing took a significant turn. I've actively pushed myself to step outside my comfort zone, delving into writing alternative universes (AUs) that I've never attempted before—exploring uncharted territories I never thought I would. It's been a transformative journey, challenging my creativity in new and crazy ways.

𐙚🧸‹𝟹 - This Year I have written 467,449 words: give or take. (Naruhina)

(Also) In all I have made 55 moodboards (Naruhina)

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨2023 mч wrítíng єndєαvσrs ୧⋆˚｡⋆

⋆˚｡⋆thє undєrlчíng єvíl

NaruHina

✨nαruhínα mσnth 2022✨

Prompt: Fairytale, Gifted & Cursed + Enemies to Lovers

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NaruHina

✨nαruhínα mσnth 2022✨

Prompt: Angel & Demon + Lost & Found + To'oborni

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NaruHina

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⋆˚｡⋆Eighteen One-Shots Completed: May - Dec. (2023) ⋆˚｡⋆

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨Initally published in May 2023 ୧⋆˚｡⋆

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NaruHina

✨Fest No Jutsu 2023✨

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨Published in October 2023 ୧⋆˚｡⋆

⋆˚｡⋆nαruhínα mσnth 2023

NaruHina

A part of the 'Kiss Me Thrill Me Smut Collection'

⋆˚｡⋆Five One-shots Completed: Dec 1 - Dec. 31 (2023).

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In the grand scheme of things, 2023 has been an exhilarating and wonderfully chaotic journey that I'm sure I'll fondly remember. ✨

Far from being a tough year, it turned out to be quite remarkable for me. I achieved a bunch of things I never imagined, ventured into uncharted territories, wrote Ooeshots/fanfics I never thought would come to my head, and created a plethora of mood boards—a hobby I find truly enjoyable.

The only reason why I began to do this whole 'reflection post thingy.' is because I was inspired by many others here on Tumblr who were taking their time to reflect on the passing year and their accomplishments.

I decided to give it a try, and now, I think I will make this a personal tradition.

Each year, I'll document my successes, reminisce about what I've done and achieved, and immortalize it all in writing for my own reflection.

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2023 was truly amazing, but I have a feeling 2024 might just top it.(this is me wishful thinking, haha).

I'm truly looking forward to all that lies ahead!

#Goodbye 2023

✨Happy New Years! ✨

- Powerful_Niya

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ashilrak · 6 months

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20 Questions Writer Meme

I was tagged by @skywalking-through-life! This is super fun omg, thank you!!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

210!

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

1,670,384 words, which feels insane

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, Percy Jackson! I tend to be pretty one fandom at a time, but in the past I've written for Hamilton, Harry Potter, and Marvel to name a few.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Electing Strange Perfections (1,951)

If You Ask Me For My Fire (1,842)

See The Beast You've Made Of Me (1,769)

On Each Other's Team (1,656)

Come Loaded With The Safety Switched Off (1,604)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I'm a huge believe in fandom as a community, and fanfiction as an avenue for that community vs just 'content'. I love answering questions and talking about the fics, and I've honestly made some amazing fandom friends in comments on fics. I think commenting is a really valuable part of community-building in fandom, and I think that replying to comments helps with that :)

6. What's the fic you wrote that has the angstiest ending?

I think this is all a matter of perspective, but I definitely have a few that are regarded as angsty even if I don't necessarily see them that way? Picking one, I might have to say See The Beast You've Made of Me.

7. What's the fic you wrote that has the happiest ending?

This is harder to answer lol, a lot of my happier fics are more moments, rather than a having an ending with build-up. But, Love Has A Way To Find Ya (Sneaks Up Right Behind Ya) is the first one that comes to mind!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have actually been very fortunate in this regard! I've had a few negative comments for sure, but most are more along the lines of "stopping reading here" or just poorly worded. I have several fics I've been more worried about, but locking the fics has seemed to discourage anyone who wants to be senselessly cruel! A lot of what I write isn't to everyone's taste, so some less than perfect comments come with that territory.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I absolutely have lmao. I haven't been in the mood for it recently, but I have my fair share. As for what kind, it depends on the ship and dynamic, and how seriously I'm treating it lol. I've written daddy kink to casual pegging to sweet losses of virginity.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not really? I have a few ideas that have broached crossover territory, but I don't make a habit or it!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, though not recently. I'm sure there's a lot more out there in all honesty, but I've only stumbled across it once or twice on random websites when I've had the thought to google my username.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I've been fortunate to have a couple translated, and it's always the most amazing feeling ever.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, I've co-written quite a few! I've done round-robins as well as more formal collabs where both authors are working together and writing together throughout the process. I really enjoy doing them and have written some of my favorite fics with others! They're definitely challenging, but I think I have the benefit of being pretty adaptable.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

So one thing you need to know about me is that I'm really bad at favorites. I think my favorite canon ship amongst my fandoms would be Percabeth, but my favorite ship for reading fanfiction for would, historically, be Tomarry/Harrymort/whatever you want to call it.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but don't think you ever will?

I am actively determined to finish the ones first coming to mind, but honestly the one I doubt I'll ever do anything with is the AU lovingly referred to as Percy French Whore lmfao

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think my adaptability is my greatest strength. I definitely have themes and patterns I fall into, but overall I try to keep an open-mind to ships, aus, and more. I've gone back and forth between past and present tense, I've written over 25 ships for PJO alone. There's very little I look at and think I can't write, even if it takes some time to come around to it/make it work for me.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I think my biggest weaknesses have to do with managing a story as a whole. I have these grand ideas, but I struggle to bring them to Completeness. I'll have dreams of showing a realistic development of a character from the one we know and love to something twisted and taken advantage of and miss a few beats, and drop a few characters and plot points along the way. I'm also not the best at worldbuilding. I'm a pretty low-context type of person, and it's highlighted in a fanfction type of environment. I'll get questions about worldbuilding in fics--and they'll be GOOD questions--and I'll sit there with my head tilted at the screen wondering why anyone would think of that 😭

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I like the idea of it, but would definitely need help from a native speaker. I got overly confident with my high school Spanish classes and made an attempt and I will never be doing that again.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Twilight. First fandom I read for, first fandom I posted for. Twilight was how I discovered fanfiction.net and started me down this path.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

This is almost impossible to answer just because there are so many factors at play, but the first two (very, very different fics) coming to mind are both collabs: HAUNT ME, THEN— with @mrthology and The Murder Monologues with @theinevitablesense

I tag @sappho-of-space 💛

#20 Questions Writer Meme #Tag Game #Text #bet you didn't expect the murder monologues #is it a hamilton fic #mayhaps #but i stand by it #who doesn't love a murder rom com #even if it feels like we drew the ship out of a hat

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wa-kaizen · 2 years

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How to strengthen your Intuition?

Okay, so, I have been too overwhelmed to be able to post a pick a card, and I don't quite like games anymore. So, to not be neglectful of my blog, I will be making a post on how to strengthen your Intuition.

To be fair, I never had to work on this, as I have been born with pretty good Intuition. - although, i do try to make sure it doesn't weaken. - So, I don't know what exactly be the most challenging aspect for someone. Therefore, I will list multiple things that could be a factor here.

One thing I noticed is that a lot of people don't know what is Intuition and what is judgment, as in, they cannot tell the difference. Think of your Intuition as a gut feeling, to other people it might sound irrational, but to you it makes sense even though you have no proof it actually being real or not.

For example, imagine you are in a forest, you can feel something bad is about to happen but others can't. Then a few hours later there is a sudden storm even though there was no announcement of it. Now, has anything similar ever happened to you? It doesn't matter how much it differs, or is similar, just think about a similar situation that happened to you. That was Intuition what not.

Of course, there are many ways to strengthen your Intuition if you aren't sure.

One I would recommend is research. Take a random celebrity, - preferably someone that has been a celebrity for longer, or is already dead. - and look at their pictures. Their pictures only. Then, take your notebook, or a note app and write down everything that comes through about them intuitively. Then research their name with that topic, and look into it they have a history with said thing. - EX. '___ Kennedy cheating - Repeat this with different people until you can cross/tick out everything you wrote down intuitively.

If you have a friend who is willing to help you, you can also ask them if you can intuitively channel their energy. You can tell them what comes through and they can confirm whether it is true or not.

However, remember, never intuitively channel anything when your mood is low or high.

If your mood is low you will be pessimistic and dismiss factual things and say it's your ego, and if your mood is high you will get overconfident and take your ego as factual.

Now, I can see some of you being 'but I am not like that-', and yes, you are like that. I do not care how much of a hard pill it is to swallow, you are a human, you have both arrogance and self sabotage inside you. So, to avoid that, you should never over think your Intuition, you should never force it, just take whatever comes through.

If you have random visions, or random thoughts, it is okay, take them, but as soon as you start thinking 'oh this must be because-', 'that is ___', 'that must be why ___' , you have lost track. Just don't think. Allow the information to go to you, and once it does, ask a question, but don't hyperfixate on it. Sometimes some things will be confusing, sometimes there will be missing pieces, sometimes they won't seem like they connect, and that's okay. It could be because you aren't ready to know that information yet, or it is simply not your business. Not something you are allowed to know. Intuition or not, people's energies are still protected with private parts to it.

Any who, onto the next point. If the previous two options don't seem like your thing, watch a movie. One you never saw before, something of a genre you never watch, maybe from a country you never saw cinematic pieces from. You can at times pause if you feel like intuition is coming to you, focus on it but don't force it. Once you understand it, just continue, see if you were right.

Also, try to tap into past lives of people. With permission, of course. Could be your own, but it's better to practice on others due to certain biases you could have. Get as much information as you can, get as detailed as you can. What country? What stands out? Love life? War? Just really whatever. Then research it. Everything that came through, try to sum it up and research it. - EX 'Theif who's hand was cut off 600 BC', 'Princess who bathed in blood', 'Woman that was eaten by crows Victorian era' -

Really just get creative, costumise your journey. It's your Intuition after all. Just make sure to not self sabotage or rely on other people too much. Look at it as a part of life, not as a higher thing you must achieve no matter what.

#intuitive #Intuition #spirituality

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immobiliter · 7 days

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🌿 author portrait .

get to know the author behind the blog! repost, do not reblog.

basics .

name/nickname: lottie age: 27 pronouns : she / her years of writing : ten years on tumblr, but many many years before that on various platforms or just writing in general. it's always been one of my hobbies. i wrote fics before tumblr and before that i did a lot of storytelling in the sims 2 fandom ( but yeesh this was years ago lmao let's not talk about it 💀).

reflection .

why did you pick up writing? i don't think i ever made the conscious choice to pick up writing? i've always loved it and had a natural talent for it, from writing stories as a child to doing so much essay writing at college and university and then writing rp. i think the reason i've stuck with rp for so long though is because it's so collaborative? writing can be quite a solitary hobby but it is literally the most fun thing to wake up in the morning to someone writing you a reply to something that has specifically been written for you as a treat and then getting to respond to them. it's the best thing, genuinely.

do you have any writing routines? i guess i do and i don't? sometimes i will just sit and write, no music, no background noise, it all just flows. sometimes i have to warm myself up by watching clips of the muse or listening to their spotify playlist. it really just kinda depends on my mood tbh. because of the number of threads/muses etc i write however, i do tend to have a routine of picking a thread or two and letting them simmer in my brain for a few days before i sit down to write them, that always works quite well for me.

what's your favorite part about writing? aside from the collaborative nature of rp as i talked about above, just being able to embody a character that is completely different to yourself? as a species we read and write and tell stories for the escapism of it all and i love getting to jump into the head of a character who is nothing like me and write them unapologetically as they are.

three things you like about your writing .

one, i'm gonna echo charlie and say my dialogue. it's the thing i put the most effort into when it comes to writing. each muse of mine needs to have a very well-defined voice ( both in terms of their narrative voice which drives the bulk of the reply and their dialogue ) for them to stick for me, and i take a lot of time to study how each of my muses speak when picking them up as i feel like when rping the most important thing is that your muse sounds like the character, especially if they're a canon one. i think also as a brit who has seen a lot of americans online writing brits over the years with varying levels of success, i am particularly stubborn about getting those nuances in dialect and vocabulary right.

two, this is maybe not about my writing per se, but i think my ability to come up with crossover verses for my muses and push them into unfamiliar/other settings? i love exploring a character in their canon, sure, but nothing is more challenging and interesting to me than trying to translate that character (and keep their essence intact) to another piece of media. it also leads to possibly my favourite thing in all of existence, which is crossover interactions and crossover ships. for me there is nothing quite like bringing two characters together from completely different fandoms who would never normally have a reason to interact and seeing them click. it's immensely satisfying too, i think, because that's our work as writing partners to create that dynamic from scratch? it's not a dynamic automatically offered to us.

three, i like that i can write comfortably in different genres? i don't just restrict myself to angst or fluff, sometimes i love writing a good action thread where stuff happens and other times i like writing shenanigans with my more comedic-aligned muses which are just pure, unadulterated fun.

a question for the next person .

write a question for the next person to answer. once you've answered it, leave a new question for someone else to answer.

where is the oddest place that you have written something? okay so not so much tumblr writing because i've figured out that i have to be sat at my desk concentrating in order to write on here, but a couple of times that i've done discord back and forth rp with close friends, it's ended up with me writing hardcore smut at 7.30 in the morning on the way to work lmao.

new question: what time of day is the best or most productive for you to write?

tagging: whoever would like to do this! tagged by: @resolutepath ( thank you!! )

#* / be yourself. everyone else is taken ( ooc. )

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anathemafiction · 2 years

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heyyy you awesome writer!!! Golden Rose has been one of the coolest IF ive read so far, thank you for blessing us ❤️❤️❤️

My question is more of an ask for an advice ^^ As a non native English speaker my only writing experience comes fron writing essays in school and some non fictional articles that ive wrote for work. Ive tried writing few short stories to improve my fictional writing skills but as you can guess im having incredible hard time trying to describe a scene, which made me quit few times. Was wondering how did you move pass this stage where it literally huuurtss to write even a small paragraph. I know i gotta be patient but learning curve sometimes feels incredibly slow. Any advice and tips would be highly appreciated!

Hello, anon. I don't know how fit I am to offer any advice, but I can share what helped me and, hopefully, that can be a starting point for you.

Honestly — and I'm aware of how cliche this sounds — there's no better way to learn how to write than by reading. Read in English as much as you can.

I remember the first English book I bought was a (really massive) compilation of all Sherlock Holme's books. Yes, terrible idea to buy them all together, but hey, it was on sale! Anyway, I read it with an equally massive Oxford dictionary by my side, and it was so challenging, at first, to constantly interrupt the book to search for a word I didn't know. Or worst, whole sentences where I knew the words individually, but I couldn't understand their meaning together, or an expression or… you get it.

It was very frustrating, but slowly, I got better. Slowly, I used the dictionary less and less, and then I found myself actually appreciating the story and the intrigues and the way the author used language and turns of phrases. How he described something, and how he used the environment — sounds, light, scents, colors — to convey a mood. Then I read other authors and other genres, and now I don't use that enormous Oxford dictionary (I use my phone on the rare occasions I don't know a word or a reference) and English is almost as natural as Portuguese.

So, yeah. Read in English, and do it a lot. With time, it'll begin to translate to your writing too.

#and thank you so much for your words!#asks #personal

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jorvikzelda · 7 months

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🌈🎀🎉💥💌

- Corinne <3

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with? In the leadup to chapter 58 of jorvikpov/Moments in Time I had to very concretely answer a lot of questions about the plot and lore that I'd only had a vague answer to for very long. That work also made it necessary to make a detailed plan for the rest of jorvikpov which was a challenge in its own right. This took a whole lot of time, work, and brainstorming, but I at least hope it's pretty much invisible and the plot keeps flowing naturally.

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing I think I'm good at creating an overarching narrative and mood in a piece and linking the little "zoomed in" moments to the greater theme!

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!) I usually don't... I do "celebrate" completing a jorvikpov by bolding the title in the document where I write and keep all the jorvikpovs, like a symbol of it being finished and I can leave it as is and move forward. Maybe I'll start thinking about a way to celebrate for myself, though!

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it. I have two fics with the same (least) amount of kudos, but out of those two Clouded is the Dawn also has the least comments so I'll go for that one here. I'm really happy with how I portrayed Anne's sorrow and devastation. There's something so uniquely heartbreaking about her and Concorde's situation that I honestly still can't quite put into words, but I think I did it justice in that fic. Also a detail I REALLY like about it is the line "Alex has always been a terrible cook. Seems she really has met her match." The implication that Anne was in Pandoria for so long that Alex and Maya weren't a couple yet when she went missing and are now in a long-term, established relationship breaks my heart so bad even though I'm the one who wrote it.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited! I have three main things I'm REALLY excited about: A particular jorvikpov in the future. It will be the payoff to so much buildup and planning and I can't wait for people to read it. I would say the title, but I believe it would spoil the contents, and I would say when it's being posted, but I feel like that would spoil the experience, so just know that it's coming and it'll be good. The WIP that's closest to completed. I've been wanting to write something like it for a very, very long time, I've had a fantastic time writing it, and I'm currently having a fantastic time having it beta read. It's called When the Earth Stands Still. Last but not least, the long (and I do mean long) fic that I'm going to start working on after jorvikpov is finished. I'm in the very beginning phases of planning it. The plot idea came to me not in a fever dream but two thirds of the way through my morning bike to school, which is basically the same thing. I've come up with a new MC for it who's already my dearest blorbo and also deeply, deeply sad, and I'm going to give her and the Soul Riders the worst time of their lives <3

#z talks #ask #thank you for the ask!

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xieyaohuan · 2 years

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Ravishing a god, part 2

Fandom: The Boys

Pairing: Billy Butcher/Homelander

Summary: Homelander’s got himself trapped. Billy decides to take advantage. It's a good thing he’s definitely not attracted to the cunt.

Notes: There were no Butchlander tickle fics, so I wrote one!

This takes place in an AU where Soldier Boy wasn't captured, and Maeve didn't lose her powers, but Butcher and Homelander have reluctantly teamed up because they're madly in love with each other but can't admit it.

Written for august-anon's TickleTober 2022 challenge, prompt no. 9: "Trapped" and no. 8: "Death Spot" (I'm doing these out of order, and no way I'll manage to write 31 of them)

Part 2 of 2 3 (probably); Part 1 is here; Part 3 is here; Part 4 is here

Read on AO3

Warnings: non-con/VERY dub-con; canon-appropriate level of swearing; cruel merciless tickling

Once he’s pierced through Homelander’s defenses, it’s almost too easy. This cunt’s been trained to withstand impossible amounts of pain, but clearly nobody’s prepared him for this. Billy is running his hands all over his stretched torso, and every time he finds a new spot, it sends a jolt through Homelander’s body like an electric current, accompanied by frenzied laughter.

He could go on like this for hours, watching this jumpy cunt squirm and twist, but Billy’s not a monster, so after a few minutes, he decides to give him a break.

The moment he stops, Homelander’s body goes limp. A fine sheen of sweat has formed on the supe’s forehead and his chest. He’s panting for air, his face flushed a soft shade of pink. Butcher can’t tell if it’s from the physical exertion or from the embarrassment of having been reduced to a panicky giggling mess so easily. His head is turned to the side, as if refusing to look his tormentor in the eye could somehow annul this mortifying experience.

Cunt looks kind of pretty with that scowl on his face, Billy has to admit.

“Are you done?” Homelander is making a half-hearted attempt to sound bored now of all things, and it’s pathetically unconvincing, really. His eyes signal upwards at his pipe-wrapped wrists. “Just let me go. I don’t have time for your antics.”

“Nah, mate. We got time.” Cunt’s practically beggin’ him for more, and Billy’s not about to let him go just because he’s asking nicely.

“Christ. What do you want, William.” It’s exasperation in Homelander’s voice this time, and it’s not an act.

Butcher leans forward to deliver the line he’s been itching to say this whole time. “We spend so much time together. I want to get to know you, love.”

“Ah, right.” Homelander exhales forcefully. “And you think this is the way to get to know me?”

Billy ponders the question for a moment. He’s learned quite a bit in the last few minutes. He knows that when he scribbles a finger over his collarbone, Homelander will try to pin it with his chin but always ends up making himself more vulnerable in the process. Scratching lightly over the inside of his elbows will produce the sweetest, most innocent laughter, much to the supe’s embarrassment. (Same’s true for the cunt’s ears of all places.) Even the softest touch on his ribcage and sides reliably leaves the supe disoriented and squealing with laughter. And then there’s that spot right above his hip bones that will make Homelander shriek and thrash uncontrollably if Billy’s hands come anywhere near it.

“Yeah,” Billy says. “Don’t see why not. Learned a lot already. Pretty sure I can build on that.”

He pulls out his mobile, and the supe’s face actually turns white.

“Tell me you’re not going to record this.”

Of course that’s precisely what Billy’s going to do. When this is over, he’s going to need some kind of insurance. But the cunt doesn’t need to know that right now, it’s just going to spoil the mood, so he shakes his head. “Nah, just need a timer, love. We’re gonna play a little game, you and me.” He presses record and sets the phone down outside what he hopes is the supe’s field of vision.

Homelander rolls his eyes, but he stays quiet for once.

“Rules are simple,” Billy explains. “I ask you a question, you answer my question. I like your answer, I keep listening. I don’t like your answer, there’ll be a penalty. Penalty time goes up by let’s say 30 second intervals each time you fuck up. Following me so far, beautiful?”

Homelander is looking at him for what feels awkwardly long. “Will you let me ask questions, too, William?” He finally asks.

Billy considers the request. “Sure,” he says. He’s probably going to regret this, but it’s not like the cunt can sue him if he changes the rules down the line. And he’s morbidly curious what Homelander wants to ask him. “Tell you what, we take turns with the questions, sound fair to you?”

“No,” Homelander says. “Absolutely nothing about any of this is fair. But I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“‘fraid you’re right about that.” Butcher shifts position, making Homelander flinch away reflexively. “Let’s start easy. What’s your favourite colour, love?”

The supe is looking at him like he’s lost his mind. “Is that a fucking joke?”

“Nah, just an easy question,” Billy says, “I’m trying to be nice here. But suit yourself.” Without warning, he digs his index fingers into Homelander’s armpits.

“No no no, don’t! Don’t! It’s blue! It’s blue okay! Stop!” Homelander is trying to pull his arms down.

“Blue like your fucking fascist little costume.” Billy pulls at the tatters that used to be Homelanders suit before sliding his hand back down into his armpit. “Should have figured.” He’s really beginning to like this single finger method. It’s shockingly effective.

“Blue li-like like the s-s-sky,” Homelander sputters between giggles. He can’t pull his arms down, so instead he’s pulling his body up to try to pin Butcher’s fingers, all while blabbering on rather desperately about flying and the different shades of blue of the sky depending on the altitude and whatnot, like that’s going to save him now.

“No cheating. You stay right here.” Billy grabs him by the hips and yanks him back down. It feels awkward because that’s how he likes to position his lovers, but it comes naturally, and the whole situation is already so fucking weird it doesn’t really make much of a difference anymore, does it.

Of course he’s come much too close to THE spot. Homelander yelps and starts struggling violently.

“Sorry, forgot that was your sweet spot, love,” Billy says. He presses both his thumbs down, massaging the supe’s protruding hip bones in small circular motions.

It’s a death spot alright. Homelander looks like he’s going to jump out of his skin. “Fuck fuck FUCK!!!” He screams before collapsing into panicked laughter. “Stop it stop it STOP!”

He’s arching his back so hard Billy thinks it’s going to snap any second now. “Oh god… Shit shit shit! Stop stop stop GOD STOP!”

“You can call me Billy, ya know,” Billy says, a sadistic grin on his face. “No need to be formal.”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW” Homelander screams.

“Right now?” Billy pretends to glance at the timer on his mobile. “Nothing, really. You have another ten seconds till your next question, love.” He’s not timing any of this, but he just can’t resist fucking with the disoriented supe’s perception of time. Between this and the loss of the senses he relies on most, this has got to be quite the agonizing experience.

After another minute or so, which he’s sure must have felt like an hour to Homelander judging by the wild frantic despair in his eyes, he finally relents.

“You fucking freak.” The cunt is struggling to breathe. “The fuck is wrong with you.”

Billy shrugs. “A lot, probably.”

He grins, scoots back and clasps his legs around Homelander’s knees. He’s going to need a good grip because even without his powers, this bloody supe’s still putting up one hell of a fight if round one is anything to go by.

“I’m going to kill you, you know that, right?” He can barely breathe, but somehow Homelander is finding the air to issue threats. “I’m going to do it slowly. I’m going to break every single bone in your body. I’ll-” he breaks off abruptly.

Billy’s hand is hovering over his stomach.

“Fuck! Will you stop that!”

“What’s that you’re gonna do to me?” Billy asks. It’s a refreshing change to be able to cut the cunt off anytime he wants just by wiggling his fingers in the air. “Say it again, love.”

Homelander presses his eyes shut, maybe trying to pretend like that hand isn’t there. “It’s my turn,” he says in as steady a voice as he can manage.

Billy shrugs. “Alright. Go ahead.”

He regrets it immediately when a sly smile crosses the supe’s face. It's staggering how fast this cunt can recover. “Why did you agree to working with me? You hate Vought, you hate my kind, you want to kill me, for God’s sake. It makes no sense. So why, William?”

Fucking great, that’s what he gets after throwing the cunt a softball question, Butcher thinks. “First of all, I agreed to nothing. And second, I’m not working with you,” he says, a little more forcefully than he intended to. “I just happen to agree that Soldier Boy’s a bloody menace and needs to go back to his little ice prison that’s all.”

“He did threaten Ryan,” Homelander agrees, but that self-satisfied smirk is still right there on his face. Cunt scored a point, and he fucking knows it.

“My turn,” Billy says. “Why are you working with me? If you tell me it’s the fucking points, I swear I’m going to set that timer to thirty minutes.”

Homelander chuckles. “Not a very original question, William.”

“Thirty minutes,” Butcher threatens. “I mean it.” The bloody supe is right, of course. Having the upper hand is making him lazy.

“What can I say.” Homelander rolls his eyes. “Clearly, it’s because I am madly in love with you.”

“Don’t think I like that snark.” Billy says, but before he can decide which spot to attack, Homelander has kneed him in the groin. It’s a dull kind of pain, not too terrible thanks to the Temp V, but unpleasant enough. Premeditated, too. The supe’s clearly waited for just the right moment to attack.

Butcher’s gonna have to find a better way to pin him down, maybe tie the cunt’s legs so at least he can’t wiggle free so easily and kick in two different directions. He could try and tear the cape into strips, try to use that, but as appealing as the idea of destroying a U.S. flag is, he knows it’s not going to hold for very long.

Homelander’s belt though… It’s a golden monstrosity and hard to look at, but with any luck, it’ll do the job. He pulls it out from underneath the supe, who has started hurling curses at him again.

The moment he starts tugging at one of his red boots, Homelander kicks his legs violently, and he has to use all his strength to hold him down. Cunt practically never takes these off, and Billy is beginning to suspect it’s a little more than just a misguided fashion statement.

Still, he manages to pull off both the boots and the pants so that the supe now lies in front of him with nothing but his briefs and the few pieces of cloth around his arms that Billy was too lazy to tear off because they weren’t really in the way.

He wraps the belt around Homelander’s ankles, then clicks the buckle closed. It fits perfectly. “Fuck me,” Billy says, “Vought designed your fucking uniform so they could tie you up with it.” He’s only half serious, but it really is little too perfect a fit for this to be a bloody coincidence. He’s gotta look into that, maybe this bloody company is more resourceful than he’s giving them credit for.

Homelander opens his mouth for what Billy assumes is another cocky rejoinder, but when Butcher casually runs a finger over his instep, all that comes out is a high-pitched squeal.

“What, you got a fucking foot fetish, Butcher?” He hisses once he’s recovered himself.

Billy does not. In fact, he thinks feet are kind of weird and he half regrets having gone down this route, but he can also sense he’s closing in on another death spot, and he’s not about to pass on that just because he’s feeling awkward.

He sits down on Homelander’s knees, facing away from him and bends both his big toes back with one hand. It’s like pointing a gun at the cunt’s head, except unlike a gun this actually works and he can feel the supe getting all tense.

“Let’s try this again,” Billy says. “Why do you love working with me so much that you practically forced Ashley to switch all the other team-ups in your schedule for me?”

Silence.

Unoriginal question my arse, he thinks, triumphant. “Yah, that’s right, I know about that.”

Homelander sighs. “You’re not going to like this answer.” He pauses, but Butcher can tell it’s just for dramatic effect. “The truth is, I did it for you. I mean, who else would you be able to team up with otherwise? Nobody cares about you, William. People only like you as part of… well… as part of me, really. Without me, you are nothing.”

Butcher starts laughing. Can it be true? Is this fucking cunt really so self-absorbed that he actually believes other people give a fuck about approval points?

“Nice one, love, nice one.” He scribbles his fingers over the bottom of Homelander’s left foot.

Homelander shrieks and tries to curl his toes and pull his feet away, but Billy is prepared and is holding him with an iron grip while his other hand is dancing over both stretched soles now.

He bends back all the toes on one foot and runs one finger over the soft underside.

He didn’t think Homelander could laugh any harder, but it’s another sweet spot, and it's working like fucking magic. The poor cunt is losing his mind behind him. He’s howling and wheezing and desperately trying to free himself.

“Fuck me,” Butcher mumbles. “You got ticklish toes, love.”

“STOP FUCK I CAN’T I DON’T KNOW I DON’T STOPSTOPSTOP I DON’T I JUST YOU YOU ARE FUCK I CAN’T TAKE-”

It’s another incoherent string of words pouring out of his mouth, and it takes Billy a while to realize Homelander is trying to answer his question.

“In case I wasn’t clear earlier,” he says without stopping, “rule is, when I ask you a question you get one chance to give me the best answer your pretty little head can come up with. You try being cute with me, that chance goes out the window. You hear me?”

Most likely not, Billy thinks. Homelander is too busy screaming and crying and blurting out absolute gibberish. He’s sounding barely human at this point.

Out of nowhere, Billy feels two hot dots on his back. Cunt’s fucking laser powers are returning. He’s burning right through Butcher’s jacket, but it’s no more than a soft tingle on his skin; he’s on Temp V and it will be hours before Homelander regains his full strength.

He stops and turns around, a grin on his face, just in time to see the soft red glow in Homelander’s eyes flicker and go out.

“Your powers’re coming back, love. Means your supe senses are coming back. Heard that makes you lot extra sensitive.”

Maybe it’s just a rumour, how many people have even tried to tickle a supe and lived to tell the tale?, but Billy is never going to forgive himself if he passes up the chance to verify this particular piece of information.

It’s a gamble; Homelander might be able to break out of his bondage at some point, but Billy Butcher’s not one to shy away from a bit of risk. And using the cunt’s super powers against him is just too fucking poetic, really is what it is.

First things first though. He lies down next to Homelander, brushes the hair out of his face and places a kiss on his forehead. “Your turn, love.”

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