#while writing this

[sonder-paradise]

𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 — 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭

◊ characters. heizou, kazuha, xiao, albedo, gn!reader

◊ genre. fluff

— 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐮

another night out with heizou always seems to end the same way. as day fades into night, he’s fond of the way the golden light twinkles in your eyes. your conversation with him wanes into the usual hustle and bustle of your day and his mind wanders carelessly.

“what’s on your mind?” you ask, calming your laughter down after the incredulously story he had just told.

he seems contemplative now; as if watching something mythical in the reflection of your eyes. “a lot of things, my dear y/n,” he says. a mischievous grin tugs on his lips as he rests his chin on his palm.

“what kind of things?” you can see the grin on his face shift into one of admiration and perhaps a little something else. but you don’t push him as to what it is.

“mmm, would you care to guess one of them?” he inquires sharply, raising an eyebrow. you frown for a moment before sighing, “well, hopefully your latest case is one. but i haven’t a clue what else.”

“then you clearly aren’t deducing my mind hard enough,” he laughs, “shall i give you a hint?” you honestly have no choice but to nod. heizou is but another mystery to you.

but to your surprise, he leans in closely. almost too closely. you can feel your forehead graze his and the soft strands of his hair graze your cheek. his eyes pierce yours and you can feel the heat of his breath tickle your skin. “got it yet?” he whispers into your lips.

“not… quite,” you murmur, entranced by the soft gaze in his eyes. he smiles once more, glancing back and forth on your lips. “i’ve been thinking about kissing you all day. think you could indulge me?” and who are you to say no?

— 𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚

“need a little help?” you spot kazuha’s hand lower itself and stretch out to you. he smiles as you take his hand and he pulls you up onto the top of the cliff side.

you can note his arm around your waist and his grip just a little tighter than necessary but he quickly relinquishes you once you find your footing. “thank you,” you say, plopping down on a flat rock nearby to watch the sky. he follows suit, staring out at the vast lands before you.

it's easy to get lost in the view of the atmosphere. trees careen in the distance whilst mountains tower through the sky-blue air. kazuha is quiet. he doesn't quite take in the view as successfully as you do. he bites the inside of his mouth as he watches your every tick and expression.

you're so... perfect. how could kazuha not desire you far beyond what he has with you now? you notice the glimpse in his eyes and smile. you can see his cheeks grow crimson as he realizes his mistake.

"my apologies," he mumbles, "you just... i realized..." kazuha's flustered appearance only grows as he trips over his words. not a common occurrence for the samurai.

"go ahead," you say fondly, "ask me."

kazuha's gaze softens and his hand reaches up to clasp your cheek. he melts when you lean into him and he finds himself eagerly awaiting the answer to his unspoken question. "may i kiss you?"

— 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨

his mind comes out jumbled and messy when he realizes how badly he's wanted you. he trails slowly behind you in the harbors of liyue. you have to practically drag him through the various stalls and marketplaces as well. but all he can think about is your lips.

xiao is a perceptive man. as an adepti, he honestly has no choice but to be vigilant. but when he started to notice the way your lips tug into a smile when you're excited or when they pull into a frown when upset.

he glances away when you spot him gazing at you through the crowds of people. it's only when he tugs your sleeve as the day wanes into the night that you realize he's about ready to head back to wangshu inn.

"already? are you sure you don't want to stay in town?" you ask, thinking about the trip back to the inn. xiao seems conflicted for a moment. there's a hint of frustration when he answers. "there's no reason to stay here. i will bring you back safely."

he's thankful when you soften and allow him to take him into your arms. has his heart always beat this loud? in just a moment, you're staring at the stars from the balcony of wangshu inn.

"well, it was nice going out with you today, xiao," you say frankly, plopping back down on the ground and heading inside. "wait!" you pause, surprised by your companion's sudden outcry. and for a second, xiao glances down at the ground before taking a breath and approaching you again.

his hand grasps your own and you have no choice but to stare at him with a burning curiosity.

"do... do you think i could kiss you..?" he whispers. up close, his cheeks are dusted with a rosy tinge, and although flustered his eyes never leave yours.

— 𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨

papers flutter onto the floor at your feet as you continue reexamining albedo's notes. your eyes skim the contents whilst occasionally glancing towards the edge of the camp grounds. the heavy snow cascades into the clearing and you can’t help but wonder what albedo’s up to now.

your mind wanders before it’s brought back but a familiar voice. “you appear to be working hard,” albedo chuckles, leaning over your shoulder. you blink back your surprise as he sets down his canvas and easel.

“i didn’t expect you to be back so soon,” you admit. he seems to be in thought for a moment. that is until he approaches you once more. “i found it necessary to return as soon as i could.”

“oh? is something the matter?” albedo finds himself at a loss for words. how could he admit to both you and himself that he had just wanted to see you again. despite seeing you mere hours ago, he couldn’t help it.

finally, he shakes his head and smiles faintly. “sort of. there’s an experiment i thought you would fancy being a part of. would you assist me for a little?” and of course, you say yes.

“close your eyes,” he says softly. you stare at him before sighing and doing as he says. you can feel his breath against your skin and how close he seems in front of you. the tingle of his face near yours has your heart in a tangled mess. “next?”

“next… tell me how you feel at the moment. am i too close?” you shake your head and he’s thankful for it. “my heart sounds much louder like this. i can feel it in my eyes,” you explain.

“is that the experiment? can i open my eyes now seeing your eyes open just a smidge, albedo’s quick to cover them again with a gloved hand. he can’t let you see him like this right now. he’s much too nervous to appear composed in front of you.

“one more question and that’ll be all. what do you think the chances are you’ll allow me to… kiss you?”

“i’d say pretty high now,” you laugh and it sends butterflies up and down his stomach. “can i look at you now?”

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#[🖋] writing #the only thing i could think of #while writing this #the hoes gonna love this #heizou x reader #heizou x you #heizou fluff #kazuha x reader #kazuha x y/n #kazuha fluff #xiao x y/n #xiao x reader #xiao fluff #albedo x you #albedo x reader #albedo drabbles #genshin impact drabbles #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons

[dinosaursatemymom]

Milkvan has not been built up

Macaroni and cheese could not have been intentionally built up since season 1, El was originally supposed to die.

All the build up that happened for marine biology took place in s1, the kiss and Els death was supposed to be the end of it. For something to be built up, it requires a satisfying conclusion, I believe that the build up was there in s1 and the satisfying conclusion was supposed to be the kiss and self sacrifice for the first friends El had made. Byler on the other hand, has been stated to have been thought out since s1(at least on wills part). Milktits say all the time that milkshake has been built up since the first season, but even if El wasn't supposed to die, the satisfying conclusion to the build up would be them getting together at the snoball. There is no building up in s3&4, all there is is proof that they aren't compatible. All of the conflict between them that happened in s3&4 didn't need to happen, they could've just been a happy power couple for the rest of the seasons if macrame was really endgame. Will didn't need to be in love with mike, will didn't even need to be gay if Mariah Carey was really endgame.

Now I do think that s1&2 had buildup, but the building up ended when they got together, and subsequently proved that they do not work as a couple. In s3 they broke up and lied, and in s4 they weren't together for most of the season and when they were they fought and lied. I firmly believe that just because a couple breaks up in a show doesn't necessarily mean that they aren't still being built up or aren't endgame. Take Jess and nick from New Girl for example, they dated for a while until realizing they had extremely different goals in life and did not work as a couple. Yet, during their time apart they grew as people and their goals changed, but they stayed best friends and they eventually realized that they were still in love with each other, and got back together, their goals aligning and finally working as a couple. That is what a good build up looks like, even when the couple in question breaks up.

Now let's take a look at Mel Gibson's breakup in s3, while El grew as a person during this time, mike stayed pretty much the same. The time they spent apart did not make them grow as people and become more compatible, they might have grown a little, but we're still proven to be incompatible in s4. The breakup of nick and Jess was drawn out to prove that they could grow and show that they still worked as friends, whilst macropenis break up was played as a joke and the two barely talked during the time, further proving that milkvan doesn't work well. Macroeconomics has not been built up, what happened is that the duffers have done their best to show that they are incompatible.

My guess of why milkman has been handled like this is that El was and is a fan favorite, when the duffel bags realized they couldn't kill her off they needed a way to make sure that melanin could have a satisfying ending while keeping El on the show. At the time, I believe, Motorola razr was a fan favorite ship. The duffel bagels couldn't just end it now that El was alive and well, so they had to show that they did not work as a couple, and then end it.

#Half of this is nonsensical rambling #I'm very sorry #Especially about switching up the name for m*leven every time #I just find all the different names to be hilarious #Ship byler #For clear skin #Byler #anti mileven #milkvan is bones #mileven is bones #byler endgame #byler proof #Ig? #anti milkvan #byler is real #would you believe me #If I said #I was craving Mac and cheese #While writing this

[garbage--account]

IE villains's motivations through the games/seasons :

Franck Wintersea : "I am just a coward who fear for his life. I didn't wanted to be involved into those soccer shits in the first place"

Ray Dark : "soccer brought shame on my father and me by proxy. I grew bitter about it, and now i am evil"

Astram Schiller : "I'm blinded by the sadness of loss of my son, killed by someone unknown that wasn't punished for this therefore. The world must suffer for this injustice"

Wyles : "I am an opportunist. I saw I could become powerful while my boss was falling, I didn't hesitate seizing it"

Zoolan Rice : "your misery increases my money"

5th sector : "our goal is to establish communism into middleschool soccer, so that every child can taste success at least once"

Protocol Omega : "by erasing soccer through History, we prevent the existence of the most powerful terrorist organization in our time"

Nugen : "we didn't chose to be mutants with superpower, the adults chose to treat us like monsters"

Ixal Fleet : "Faram Orbius destroyed our planet. We want reperation"

Scale of Ares guy (i forgot his name) : "i plan to make some gifted children the ultimate supersoldiers at my command"

Orion Foundation : "we are a philanthropic organization that only longs to make the world a better place. But in the process, some evil will be necessary"

#Inazuma Eleven #IE villains #Or rather #What i understood of them #(I didn't watch IE since a while and didn't watch Go at all but i have a general idea of what it's about) #(Don't hesitate to correct me of i am wrong) #Starting the Go era I am not naming one guy in particular anymore but corporate #while writing this #I realized that in OG era had more egoist and personal motivations #While in GO era the evil is done collectively by a group of people in a hive #They also hide more behind a altruist goal #so either people in those organizations feels like they are doing good and don't think themselves as evil #Or they are just looking for justice to be given to them #They are some characters in those who come to mind easily #But they are only doing evil in the name of whatever they are working for #I just wanted to point out this difference is interesting #I am not saying the GO villains are better than OG's or that OG's are more iconic #I just wanna show they are written differently #Post i wrote in the middle of the night instead of sleeping #Abuse of tags

[aniraklova]

Convince me that simblr is fun rn, you can't :) Idk not fun for me atm though or is it just me ugh

#kari stfu #kari mumbles #not me planning something #while writing this #honestly... #I'm the worst ;-;

[illicitilliteration]

What if God is fat?

Not some slender form of light and linen in the cosmos

But a heaping pile of a being taking up space.

What if God is like the moon and sun

Endlessly circling themselves

In great swinging arcs

What if God is like the ocean and the sky

Vast, incomprehensible, and terrifying

to those stuck in the middle

What if God is gender fluid

In the way that mountains aren't actually

representations of the grandeur of men

And flowers aren't women.

What if the book is to be believed

and God is all of us

and here we are hating

ourselves for never living up to God.

Who is us.

What if we all knew that

trying to get to know God

is really trying to get to know ourselves.

I don't think God knows what God looks like

because God doesn't care for mirrors.

What if God wasn't incomprehensible,

but touchable like your best friends' baby just after a nap.

I think that's the closest I've come to God this year.

I think God is tired of people

trying to single-handedly decide

what is holy and to be revered

on behalf of God.

#i was reminded of the innocent wonderings of #Crowley #and #good omens #while writing this #poetry #writing #god

[paradizetobefound]

So like another important originium bit is some information on circumstances on infected to non-infected transmission. Aside from Astgenne case (infection transmitting between twins who share similar arts and are in emotional state) there is "we have plenty of cases where an Infected infects others with Originium Arts because of their emotional outbursts, and we also have cases of patients becoming infected after prolonged exposure to their family members"

Now I had a hypothesis before that originium may become less active once it finds a living host since it "attunes" itself to their bio-information, essentially locks onto them as long as they are alive. It appeared in my mind after comparing how we had an infected person state that someone receiving a small cut from an originium lesion of an infected is hardly dangerous and how Schwarz got infected when playing with originium rocks as a kid. In context of originium being specifically geared towards recording information contained within living things, and originium's peculiar interactions with mind (including the cases where oripathy directly affects the psyche) is also seemed plausible. I was not certain however. Yet this information Astgenne files info seems to imply that something along there lines may be a case - if originium truly "locks on" its host, then the cases where it is transmitted as result of the infected and non-infected existing in a sort of "resonance" or commonality would be a logical conclusion.

It would also serve as a reasonable and potential explanation to

a) why Sankta exile their infected from Laterano aka the largest concentration of individuals who are mentally and emotionally connected by means of their halo and their Law (also considering that only pure Sankta are Sankta, uh, while we do not know their original population when they just appeared, let's just say many Sankta being at least distantly or not so distantly related plus well maybe some incest is not out of realms of possibility but feel free to ignore that)

b) why the Seaborn main modus operandi towards originium seems to be an attempt to suppress it (debatable that it is what they are truly doing and not just something inherent also debatable it is an issue at all) since with their close involvement between different seaborn on every level originium could theoretically become very dangerous for them

c) why originium may have easy time spreading between Sarkaz as a) Sarkaz bloodlines witchcraft (also uh, also possibly presence of incest within the clans who am I kidding) b) also can establish mental connections but differently and less consistently then Sankta

Note that abc part is an outright speculation and that even if any of those apply, they are likely not the only factor at play. Especially since, well, we do not know which degree of separation is the limit before the chance it affects the infection transmission possibility becomes irrelevant.

#arknights #long post #speculations #ramblings #good lord i got reminded of some of the lore #while writing this

[maruke2003]

Severus and Minerva being friends is honestly a top tier headcanon. By now I just consider it canon.

At first it started off with Minerva reluctantly helping Severus when he's a new teacher/head of house. But what starts off with advice over tea and chess becomes a weekly alloted time for Severus, they talk and gossip.

Minerva is the one who helped Severus get it together after Lily died, she was there to hug Severus after his trial in which Dumbledore spoke in his favour.

What started off reluctantly became a very close friendship. They were like two peas in a pod. They'd sit together during staff meetings and meals in the Great Hall. Minerva could be found fighting laughter at something Severus whispered in her ear (especially when Lockhart was teaching)

Severus would complain and gripe to her about Potter and how he was a rule breaker and he'd break his neck one day if Severus wasn't there to watch over him.

When Severus was told by Dumbledore that he had to kill him all he could think about was what would happen to his friendship with Minerva.

That last year of his life was the hardest ever. He was alone. Severus had always known he'd be alone eventually but it hurt more then he'd thought it would.

When Severus was dying all he could imagine was that he was dying alone and no one would care about him once he passed. He thought about Minerva.

After Voldemort was killed Minerva went to Harry demanding/asking to be told the truth and was Severus really still on their side. Harry noticed the normally stern teacher was on the verge of tears. Harry nods and tells her about the memories (mentioning that she was in a few of them cuz honestly they're besties Minerva had to have appeared at least once). Harry then brings Minerva to where Severus's body remains.

Harry watched as Minerva broke down upon seeing the man's body and went over to him and cleaned his wound, she spoke softly to him apologizing for everything that he was forced to do. It's heartbreaking to watch, Harry looks away when Minerva hugs the man's body (grief makes people do that, I've seen it first hand) and kisses his forehead.

Minerva speaks at Severus's funeral, she's the one who gives the eulogy. She speaks of a man that not many got to see and how she was privileged to be able to see the real Severus. She spoke about how her life won't be the same without him in it, and how he was a hero and like Harry Potter says, the bravest man she's ever known.

#severus and minerva friendship #severus snape #minerva mcgonagall #minnie #honestly their friendship is top tier #jkr missed out #their friendship makes me cry cuz he dies #ngl i cried #while writing this #in class #next to my classmate #its fine #I'm fine #im really not #i apologize for the angst #actually not #but it's legit so fucking sad i can not do this anymore #just kill me

[bardofbaldur]

Ate my hubris, ‘twas yummy

#ori liveblogs #why did I think of #the dark urge #and #gale dekarios #while writing this

[waitingforthesunrise]

Off anon, I hope that's okay :)

Spent my whole day in the library writing my bachelor thesis (so not the nice kind of library visit :/) and in general I feel pretty overwhelmed with life right now. I feel like there is so much on my plate, I have no idea how to do it all and I feel like I'm constantly self sabotaging🥴

Love that you are writing poetry btw, that's a skill/hobby I always envy in others🩷

I remember when we were filled with magic

and secrets. the shelves were full

of stories and stories. the dreams were in our hands.

God, where did it go? the refuge isn't safe anymore.

was I ever safe? or only ignorant?

the shelves are screaming now. more, more

more words. more time. more than you have to give, more than your bones and your efforts and your bitter words.

the stories never told me this.

they want me to live until I die; what I would not do

for a little rest. a little solace. a little peace

away from the needy world.

in a dream, I leave my mind behind and marry the sky

in a dream, I no longer doubt myself. I think I am enough

enough for the child who loved the library, where stories whispered of larger journeys. enough to be. enough to stay. enough to give

what i can; leaving behind the tremulous voices. all lies, love.

perhaps this is your story. they were never safe.

take a breath; life will come easier

and you are full of boundless light.

#hope you liked it:)) #you are amazing and I'm so glad we're friends #take lots of deep breaths #it will get easier I promise #i was listening to the middle of nowehere by vancouver sleep clinic #while writing this #very calming #would defintely reccomend :)) #original poetry

[zerokrox-blog]

Based on this tiktok

The Anything but a Backpack Day in Hawkins High was started by a group of seniors who thought it would be a hilarious prank but it caught fire, it became a thing in the school. And it happened the week before exams as something to have fun with before the week's finals. 

Teacher’s had fun as well by not carrying their briefcases and instead following tradition they had to use something else. Some didn’t bother and just carried in their few notebooks. Some were creative and used whatever they had available. Miss Green, the gym teacher, used an old shoe box. Another teacher used a flower pot. 

So as the students came into the school the principal and teachers stood by the front doors seeing what people came in with as well as greeting students.

There were the typical, toy strollers, some boy came in with a brightly coloured piece of sheet metal holding his books. Two girls came in with their school books in matching red toy grocery-store carts. Munson and his friends all came in with their books a bright red wagon, which also carted Gareth who had broken his leg. One person carried their book in a pet carrier, while someone else was using a scooter. Some people used nothing, just their arms. Someone had taken a stuffed animal and turned it into a carrier. A boy in twelfth grade used a small driven lawn mower. Chrissy Cunningham came in with her books in a heavy looking tool box. Some of the basketball team used different tackle boxes. Billy Hargrove used an old tire to hold his books. 

A student came in with a large cardboard box. A girl who used a walker came in with her books neatly stacked in it, with a piece of cardboard around the back so no books would fall through. A few boys came in with their books in bike-baskets. One girl came in with her books in an old microwave. A boy was holding his younger brother who was wearing a backpack. Another boy was using an old baby sling. A girl was using a baby carrier. A random jock was using a baby car seat and another used a booster seat. 

Nancy Wheeler came in with her books in a large suitcase while Jonathan Byers carried his in an old suit bag. A few more students were using a wheelbarrow. 

The teachers were laughing. It was very funny. But then someone gasped and everyone looked up Miss Green, the gym teacher lost it. Steve Harrington was carrying an entire dishwasher on his back. He waved and both doors opened to let him in. Principal Higgins tried to help but Steve waved him away, not even sweating.   

“Steve.” Miss Green couldn't help but laugh, “why are you using a dishwasher?” 

Steve shrugged and gave a smile, “well it’s not a backpack and it wasn’t installed yet sooo I figured why not?” 

The student’s in the hallway laughed hysterically at his blase response. 

It was another successful Anything but A Backpack Day in Hawkins High.

#steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #based on a tiktok #zerowrites #this is just for fun #i was laughing to hard #while writing this

[queeenpersephone]

is writing a darklina fic with waiting for godot/rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead vibes a crazy idea? would anyone read it? like idea: after the battle in the last ep of s1, alina and aleksander wake together in the fold. they stay there because alina can't kill him yet and she's afraid that he'll try to control her once they're out of the fold and he no longer needs her little sphere of light to stay alive. they eventually talk about the futility of their situation. probably ends tragically.

anyways these are the vibes:

“Merzost is tearing through my body.”

“Is there a cure?”

“Not one that is known, I’m afraid. Once I leave here, that will not stop me from searching. There is much more I need to do.”

It’s the first time he’s talked of leaving.

“So there’s an end to this?” she says, ignoring the way he tells her that he’s dying. There’s nothing she can do about that. After all, she needs to work herself up to killing him. It seems pointless to wonder about his health.

“What is an end?” He muses. “Is it you killing me? Is it you, your precious Tracker dead at my feet, giving into me?”

“An end is one of us winning,” she offers.

He shakes his head. “If you win, you will still live for an eternity alone. I’ve lived that. It’s not an end. It’s endless, a torture worse than death. If I win, you will fight me until I break you. Then I will be alone until I can put you back together.”

Alina tries to muster up disgust for the way he speaks of suppressing her sense of self, but she can’t. Despite his actions with the Stag, she can’t picture what terrible things he would have to do to her to make her give up. That kind of cruelty would be on another level. Her brain says he’s capable, but her heart denies such claims. “If you break me, it won’t be like traveling through time,” she says instead of disputing his ability to hurt her. She does not want to know the intricacies of his future plans. Not when they concern how he will keep her at his side. “You can’t have the me that existed before I learned the truth. I don’t know what you’ll put together, but it won’t be me.”

“Perhaps not.” He sounds thoughtful.

“And if it is me, I’ll stab you to death in your sleep,” she adds. No pretenses. That is what they have agreed to in this mist of nothingness.

So what you are saying is that, if you exist, my death is nigh.”

Alina shrugs. “I think I was meant to kill you. I knew it when you killed the Stag.”

“And before the Stag?”

Alina just looks at him. Her gaze is unreadable. “I suppose we’ll never know.”

-

“Do you hate me?” He asks.

“No,” Alina says. She knows that much.

“But it’s not enough.”

“No,” she agrees. She is apologetic, which is a bit of a surprise. She doesn’t want to feel sorry for him, for them, but she does.

“And once we step out, we take our places.”

She doesn’t answer this time. It is a pointless question. Over the past long hours, they have asked enough of those.

He pauses. “Do you love me?” He whispers.

She takes his hand. “Will love save you?” She whispers back.

#this is a bad idea i think #i'm gonna write it for me at least though #i just saw hamlet so i'm contemplative #darklina #s&b #liv writes #liv speaks #actually the craziest thing about this #is i've been listening to all of the girls you've loved before #by tswift #while writing this #i think my wires are getting crossed

[akkacantwrite]

Born of stardust and light, nurtured by the shifting of existence, a god was born. Her name, was Time. She spent her days in the endlessly expansive void, bored and lonely. She wanted someone, or something, to play with. So she slept.

She dreamt.

She curled up into herself and went dormant, dreaming of a new world. A world of life and joy that grew and progressed with her. With Time.

As she dreamt, cosmic matter came to her. Attracted to her pulse. Her gravity. She had grown a shell around herself that grew with every heartbeat. This growth however, was slow. Her dormant state lead to a greatly slowed pulse that beat hard and strong each time it did, literally rending herself each time it did. Rending Time.

Through Time, she grew. And so did her dream. She dreamt into existence the seedlings of another world. She dreamt of worlds of great flame, or of shattered ground. Worlds of fascinating technologies and of cosmic laws forever unfathomable to those who hadn't lived it. Until eventually...

She dreamt, of you.

#•°i did a thing #•°empty shell #writing #worldbuilding #oh btw #i was listening to #one sided love #by planttvibes #while writing this

[jaeyunsz]

me: write a jake phone sex smut

also me: 😈 make him talk dirty A LOT show everyone what jake is capable of 😈

#I AM SUFFERING #WHILE WRITING THIS #rini.txt

[gingerbreadmonsters]

it's wip not-wednesday!!! love to @ejunkiet for the tag - it's time for that elliott-and-sunshine wip i keep so pointedly mentioning 🤠🤠

(also a quick rant: THIS WAS MEANT TO BE NICE!! this was just meant to be a cute, spicy little bit of something for a pair who doesn't get a whole lot of screen time - how in HELL have i ended up with elliot having an identity crisis and being consumed with guilt over his feelings for sunshine HOW)

this fic will be minors dni, as it will contain 18+ content. this includes the following excerpt - minors get your hands off or i get the spray bottle.

it all happens very fast, and once his brain stops malfunctioning, elliott comes to two very important realisations.

the first one is that you're close, now, very close, and he can see every minute facet of your face as you pin him against the bed. every eyelash that glints in the light, every tiny twitch of your lips as you smirk down at him, every line and bump and dot across your skin. everything, all of it, all at once. perfect, pristine detail.

the second one is that he feels very, very good. ordinarily, this wouldn’t be a bad thing, but the way you’re sitting almost on his hips means that if he starts feeling any better, then you’ll definitely be able to tell.

that’s a bit of a problem, because if anyone is able to have that particular effect on him, it’s you. 

“s-sunshine, uh, you-”

god, he’s really gonna have to concentrate if h- shit, you’re leaning forward to brush your lips against the curve of his cheek, and your hands are running up the sides of his neck and twisting into his hair, and there’s not a chance he makes it through this with his dignity intact. 

#redacted asmr #i have no idea what i'm doing can you tell #i think that you MIGHT be able to interpret this as trans elliott but i'm not totally sure with the jeans thing #i'm not going to tag it like that because i'm not totally sure that he's anatomically neutral in this but that's been in the back of my mind #while writing this #ginger after dark #minors dni #ginger writes

[ponds-of-ink]

Here’s some FNAF angst for you:

“When Love is Gone” from Muppets Christmas Carol, but it’s William as Springtrap in the Safe Room (or Scraptrap wandering a familiar place) remembering when his wife decided to leave him. No bitter glances at each other. No mutually angry words shared. Just… a calm but depressing pining for what could’ve been if the Bite didn’t happen.

And present!William’s ghostly form chiming in with the song near the end before absolutely breaking down. He’s still absolutely crushed by it all, deep down.

#william afton #mrs afton #fnaf angst #when love is gone #muppets christmas carol #ow this hurts #i teared up a little #while writing this

[i-want-candy]

Best Friend’s Brother ! [Kandy]

@sonotthedrama​

"How’s the beginning of your semester going?” Candace asked as she plopped down at one of the picnic tables outside in the castle courtyard. It was a nice day. A little brisk, but hardly so for a midwesterner. She wanted to enjoy the weather before it was too cold to do something like this.

She was between classes, still jittery after them, considering she’d changed her major and felt like an idiot, an upperclassman amongst much smarter freshers.

“I feel like I’ve barely seen you!”

That was partially because Candace was obsessed with her new girlfriend, but she didn’t want to be that person who dropped all her friends for her girlfriend. (Candace was definitely that person.)

[outfit]

#swynkim #kandy #best friend's brother #outfit #since lauryl posted that song #it's now all i can think about #in relation to this plot #and yes i listened to it #while writing this