#zeph writes

[zephyrd17]

Helloooo a quick question for all the fanfic enjoyers out there!

Please reblog for sample size!

#polls #fanfiction #writing #please how do these things work #i am an anxious writer just tryna get by #aka i am once again procrastinating on that one fic #writers on tumblr #ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #ao3 tags #how do tags work #how does posting on ao3 work???? #i am so confused #honestly hoping I'll get some feedback on this #zeph yapps #zeph tags #zeph writes #zeph complains

[castielafflicted]

Do you want a post canon fix-it fic? Do you want to pretend 15x20 didn't happen. Did you think that Dean should still have Cas' handprint on him? Are you trying to celebrate 15 years of Castiel?

I have what you want.

#zeph writes #spn fic #desitel #dean winchester #castiel #theres got to be more tags i should put this in but im tired and idk what they might be

[zephsthings]

wrote a poem today inspired by one of my mum's paintings anyone wanna read it

#zeph just stfu #zeph writes

[asterssunzephyr]

c!Shelby uses She/They/He pronouns here; contains ocs(theyre mobs>:) & I can explain why later)

The princess awoke to a loud crash at her front door and someone very loudly apologizing. Sighing, she got up and changed from her sleep clothes so she could find out who disturbed her sleeping; what time was it anyway? Looking at the clock on the wall, she figured it was almost time for her to get up anyway. With another sigh and fake smile plastered on her face, she descended down the stairs to the front of her castle.

"Good morning! Welcome to Glimmergrove, how may I help- Osiris! Are you okay?"

She hurried to the skeleton helper that laid on the ground with a frown, being a skeleton they could only really nod or use sign language. So, they resorted to a nod and looked at the person who was now stumbling over their words. Katherine stood up, helped Osiris up, and turned to the culprit of knocking her friend onto the floor.

"Is there something I may help you with, or do you have anything to say to my friend here?"

She didn't care to look at their face, or outfit for a matter of fact, until they spoke.

"Princess! Oh i'm so so sorry im still learning how to land with this broom and I wasn't paying attention and I didnt mean to knock your friend over, which by the way, sorry again-"

The local, er- only witch, Shelby stopped talking the second she made eye contact with the princess. He felt their face’s heat up while stumbling over her words even more than she was.

"Oh! Shelby, hi! What brings you to GlimmerGrove?"

Her attitude did a full 180° upon seeing the witch she has, quite well in her opinion, acquainted herself with. Much to the disappointment of her parents; but who was Katherine Elizabeth, Princess of GlimmerGrove, if not a rebel to her parents rule? Exactly, no one.

"Ah- well- Dawn, Princess Gem's kingdom im sure youve been there, is holding a ball! She formally invited me, actually, hand delivering the invite to the Evermoore! Can you believe it? The sun princess, hand delivering something to me! ME! I thought she would've hated me and the evermoore but guess not! haha."

"Oh! Yes yes the annual sun and moon ball I believe? I attended often when I was younger but have become quite the busy bee.. Especially with all the monster slaying I've done recently."

She trusted Shelby, and she knew the Great Witch wouldn't tell her parents about her side hobby.

"So, did you come to inform me about the ball approaching and hand deliver my invite as well?"

She smiled, at the way the shorter flushed immediately at the implications of Katherine not knowing or having not received the invite.

"No! Yes? Uh- wait-.. I came to formally ask for you to uh.. be my date. Princess Gem had told me that the only way I can attend is with a date.."

"A new rule it seems.. Very well! I shall accompany you to the ball as your date. I formally accept."

The little wink she added at the end of her sentence probably didn't help the high Shelby already was on, as her face flushed more and caused the princess to smile.

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It was the day of the ball and all Shelby could not stop thinking of how he looked, if Katherine was okay with going as her date, or if Katherine would even be fine being seen with her after the ball.. Gods, He hoped they were at least presentable.

Sausage had let her borrow one of his suits for the ball; A nice, forest green suit with a purple dress shirt and a plain black tie; They wondered why he never wore it, but then again suits tended to not be casual wear like dresses.

Shrugging the thought off, she summoned her broom and took off; In the direction of Glimmergrove.

Upon arriving, He immediately hopped off her broom and called into the rather bare castle — It was a beautiful castle! She had to admit that of course, but there wasn't much decoration and if he ever had the chance; Well, Great Witch Shelby would change that if Katherine let her.

Speaking of Katherine, the witch believes They’ve never seen anyone prettier; Her date- Best friend! His best friend was in a beautiful dress and honestly? Shelby believed she was facing a goddess rather than a princess.

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Hearing her name called honestly scared Katherine, having not expected Shelby to be so early. Early? What time was it? Turning to the grandfather clock on the wall of her bedroom, she realized Shelby was actually on time and she was the one late.

Anxiety flowed through her veins as she stood and stared at the mirror; Her dress was floor length without her heels, a pretty light pink dress with green and purple flowers(A personal touch after buying the bland dress, she figured it was the least she could do.)

Grabbing some makeup, she hovered the foundation pad over the burn on her neck; She was curling her hair with a gift from Joel when she returned the Stratosphere. Unfortunately, she burned her neck with it when Shelby called out and startled her; Before the makeup could even touch her neck she put it down and decided that she could just cover it with her hair.

Quickly grabbing her white heels and slipping them on, she descended the stairs and came face to face with the witch — Well, almost face to face. They were down the empty corridor from one another, and wow. The suit that Shelby was in really complimented the golden eyes of the short witch.

Katherine didn't believe anything was wrong with Shelby's height, a mere 4 inch difference between the two - and she believed it to be absolutely adorable -but the way the sunset glowed behind the witch made her look ethereal, almost unreal. She loved it so much.

Shaking her head, the princess plastered the smile she only had when seeing Shelby and quickly approached her.

"Good evening, Great Witch."

"Ah- Good Evening, Princess! You look beautiful.. I mean, you always look beautiful but- wow.."

A laugh, her own laugh she recognized it anywhere, following an even wider smile; Her freckles being much more noticeable with the blood rushing to her face from Shelby's compliment.

"I know what you mean, Shelby.. You look wonderful too. Much better than being covered in mud with your hair a mess."

A very teasing wink was added at the end of her sentence, watching the witch's face erupt into shades of red and a stuttering mess.

"I- you uh- we- We should get going! Yeah? So we can uh, make it before we're late?"

"Of course, after you?"

Watching the shorter nod and walking outside(presumably to summon her broom, which took a moment. We're all witches brooms so stubborn?). Soon after, the (4 inches.) taller woman followed behind and waited for an invite to be on the broom.

"Might wanna hold on tight, Princess. This ride can be a little rough with the winds and I don't want you to fall off."

A simple nod from Katherine, following the orders of her date and wrapping her arms around Shelby's waist.

"You don't mind this, right?"

Please, she could hear Shelby's heart racing with Katherine's hands around her waist.

"Yep! Just fine Princess! Now again, hold on tight."

At that, they took off and gods if it wasn't for Shelby's safety measures; Well, Katherine was sure she would've fallen off. On, what could be called instinct, the take off Katherine's grip around the shorter tightened and she laid her head on Shelby's shoulder; staring in front of them rather than looking down.

Now, Katherine wasn't afraid of heights(She refused to believe she was afraid of anything), but at such high speeds from the broom and the wind whistling in her ear? It was undeniable that she was scared, and if anything her grip on the witch was proof of such a statement.

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Coming to land in Dawn wasn't that bad, rather easily with all the roads leading to town square and the market, well. Typically it wasn't that bad, but with crowds of people in both places, Shelby opted on landing outside the kingdom gate. She figured it would be better anyway, easier to leave if Katherine wanted to do so early.

"Shall we?"

"We Shall."

Descending on foot into the busy kingdom actually proved to be a lot easier than when on a broom. They wondered if Gem was greeting people at the lighthouse, which now thinking about it, he probably should've used his broom to get over there.. but there was a bridge! so they can't complain too much.

"Great Witch Shelby, Princess Katherine! Wonderful to see the two of you here. Together?"

"Yes, actually! Shelby asked me to be her date after you invited her. It's wonderful to see you."

"Wonderful to see you as well Katherine. You go on in, I have to talk to Shelby about something."

Oh no. She knew what that meant, and It meant nothing good. Katherine leaving her alone with the rather intimidating sun princess (She heard how Gem was able to scare a god into giving her bees.) was not a very confident boosting situation.

Being pulled away from the entrance by the same princess who scared an 11'0 God was an experience to say the least.

"Uh- so- is this you saying you didn't mean to invite me and got me mixed up with someone else and that you hate me or?"

"Hate you? Why would I hate you? And I hand delivered that invite, who would I have confused the Great Witch Shelby with?"

Watching Gem shake her head with a smile on her face slightly got rid of Shelby's worry.

"Then uh.. what did you need to talk about?"

"Katherine is a great friend of mine, and I'm trusting you with her Shelby. Dont break her heart and we can stay allies."

"Yes Ma'am!"

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She couldn't hear what Gem and Shelby were talking about, and she couldn't see Shelby's face but something inside her sparked with jealousy as Gem smiled at her date, but Katherine knew Gem wouldn't do anything stupid enough to try and convince Shelby to ditch her (At least she hoped. She didn't wanna abandon the princess alliance over Shelby.), but all her fears dissipated when Shelby turned around and smiled at Katherine before heading over. Oh, okay. Well that's good, right?

The night was good, young, and she had Shelby as her date! Perfect, right? Almost perfect. Joey had come to her while Shelby was getting them honey-flavored drinks and soon opened his mouth; How he'll 'win her over' and 'be the pirate king that she needs' and all that drama.

Then Shelby came back, and she figured the only reason Joey shut up is because of how she smiled at the witch and got up to meet him halfway. Glancing back towards where she was sitting, She saw Sausage talking to him and saying something - Both the Eversea King and Sanctuary Guardian's face lighting up with blood. Whatever Sausage said formed a positive reaction from Joey since they were not immediately locked in battle.

"Think Sausage can calm Joey down better than anyone else."

"Seems so, huh?"

"With the Pirate distracted, may I have this dance m'lady?"

"Of course you may."

Hand in hand, Shelby led her to the dance floor - spinning her as soon as their feet hit the border; and that's how the night went, the two of them dancing together and taking everything the party had to offer. Genuinely, Katherine enjoyed the night she had.

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"Hey, Shelby? Can we detour? I don't really want to go home right now. I'm enjoying the night too much."

"Of course, where do you wanna go Princess?"

"As long as I'm with you, I don't care."

Slowing down as they came to a clearing right outside the evermoore; Sometimes she uses it to get the wood he needs for building, or the shroomlights from the nether woods. They had cleared out her work stuff and left it as is, a clearing. He figured she should've done something to decorate it; It was pretty, just looked almost as bland as Katherine's castle. Save for the fireflies perhaps, maybe they added decor with their glow.

"This place is beautiful, Shelby."

"Really? I think it's kinda bland but-"

"I promise, it's the perfect place to spend the rest of our night."

She didn't say much more, staring at the monster slayer/princess. Shelby wasn't too good at taking care of herself, so she figured Katherine especially wasn't with her dual identity as a princess and a monster slayer. She wondered what classifies a Witch as a Monster in Katherine's book — He also didn't want to find that out so keeping their mouth shut seemed the route to go here.

"Think you can dance without music, Princess?"

"I'm sure I can, Witch."

The smile that found its way onto Shelby's lip wasn't far from admiration, or love if one wanted to go that far and Shelby certainly didn't. The memory of what Katherine said a few months ago at the festival, right before the hermits had shown up, still acted as a fresh wound to her heart. Nonetheless, it didn't matter to him. Katherine had bigger problems than Shelby's heartache when hearing how the latter speaks about her; She had a curse to deal with! Which, yes, Shelby was working on and managed to get good progress on with the help of Tango. Honestly? She missed the blue haired boy who declared himself her apprentice. If anything, she missed the hermits' home more than her own; yet the hermits left a piece of them for the empires, The HermitTopia(Or, Hermit-agedon as he's heard Scar call it before.)

Turning her attention back to the princess, Shelby took her hand and pulled her closer; Sure, they had a height difference but who cares? Not they, not in this moment, not with the prettiest woman Shelby's ever met. Resting his hand on Katherine's waist, she took her other hand and gently held Katherine's; The two now in a proper dancing stance.

They moved in sync, Katherine following every move Shelby made while she made decisions on the spot. It wasn't hard to tell that they both have learned ballroom dancing; The Witch's Academy required it, and Katherine's parents likely did too. It didn't stop them however, their movements were far too graceful to be anything but perfect and surely if they had a crowd around them, people would be too stunned to speak.

Shelby was sure that Katherine was a goddess in disguise(she actually had the same idea about Princess Gemini!) and was sure he was just some pawn in the game of gods. They wouldn't care, as long as she was Katherine’s favorite pawn. Honestly, being anyone's favorite won over being the academy's least favorite.

Their dance soon came to an end, and they stood still for a moment; staring in each other's eyes before hesitantly backing away.

“Would you like to stay the night in the evermoore? I have a really cool place I just built that we can watch the stars on and then we can go inside to sleep.”

“Would it be alright with you if we went straight to sleep instead? After all the dancing, my feet are aching due to these heels.”

“You could've told me! I could have taken your heels for you!”

“It's fine! Really.”

With a sigh, Shelby simply nodded.

“Of course we can go to bed, mi vida.”

“Spanish? Has Sausage been teaching you?”

“Yeah.”

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The two made their way into Shelby’s room, and honestly Katherine forgot that Osiris and Mylo spoke often enough for Mylo to have clothes that fit her for the night. Katherine wondered if Mylo had an extra set of clothes for the other empires too or if she was an exception. She kinda wished she was an exception but knew she likely wasn't. Especially considering she wasn't the only one to have spent the night with Shelby; Sausage has frequent sleepovers in the evermoore(or.. wherever he wants. Free souls like his makes her envious.)

After changing into the clothes Mylo had given her, she sat on Shelby’s bed and smiled at the witch coming from the attic. She's never been up there, but she knew that's where Shelby kept her storage.

“Ready to sleep mi vida?”

Katherine couldn't even begin to explain what Shelby speaking Spanish did to her(spoiler: it's gay panic.)

“Yeah! Where do you-?”

“My bed is big enough for both of us, and Mylo if he wanted. He doesn't sleep- at least not near me? I think its cause he's from the nether-”

She knew she was red, sharing the same bed with someone she undoubtedly had a crush on? Plus! She was a cuddler! Ugh, how was she supposed to live in this world? Exactly, She couldn't! Well- No, she had to stay for Shelby. She realized a few weeks before the dance that she was romantically attracted to the witch, yet figured Shelby no longer felt that way due to how the festival went.. She had to thank Pearl and Impulse for knocking her into place with her feelings(How could someone that you've only known for two weeks be able to read your feelings better than you?).

“Kath, you okay? You're burning up.”

It wasn't until that statement, that Katherine realized two things:

Shelby’s hand was on her forehead

How close they were.

“Yeah! Yep! I’m good!. That sounds so unconvincing. I'm sorry..”

“No! No it's fine, really! Haha. I was really close there sorry-”

“We’ve been a lot closer tonight than just that, Shelby.”

“Yeah..”

They sat in silence for a second, Katherine feeling the bed dip next to her — Likely to indicate Shelby had sat down.

“..Can we talk? You don't have to, I can do the speaking..”

“Go on?”

“So.. uh… Remember what I said at the festival?...”

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Oh. That's what this was about. Of course he remembered, her heart shattered that day — Of course, They werent gonna go tell Katherine that; She knew how Katherine felt, and she was fine being friends because he has no reason to ask for anything more.

“Oh uh.. Yeah.. I do.”

“I.. I want to apologize for what I said.”

“What? Why? I'm not entitled to anything and if that stupid pirate-”

“Shelby.. Joey hasn't said anything. Remember when the hermits were here? For the month following the festival?.. Gods I should've said something sooner but-”

“Oh, yeah. Scott and Joel left days before us and the rest of us had to panic and nearly get trapped.”

“Shelby thats not the point- The point is, Pearl and Impulse made me realize that I’m really really fucking gay.”

“Oh- Wait did you just cuss?!”

“That's what you're worried about??? Shelby I'm literally in love with you and you're worried about me cussing???”

“YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH ME?!”

“I had a similar reaction when I realized, Now can I please kiss you?”

“Yes. Please kiss me.”

It was awkward, of course. After all, this is their first kiss and they weren't sure how to be good at it. Well, it was Shelby’s second kiss, but first with Katherine. Win-win in her book! Especially since they can now make Joey fully come to the understanding that Katherine isn't romantically interested in him. Triple win for the Great witch.

Kissing Katherine felt like everything Shelby’s ever wanted and more. Like heaven on earth, with how gentle they both were and how chaste the kisses were. He wanted more, they enjoyed kissing Katherine. It was perfect, she was perfect, this moment was perfect.

Until they heard a grunt and mumble, which caused both of them to pull from the kiss and Shelby took in how red Katherine was; He probably was no better.

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This, by itself, is a wip. Im continuing to work and it and who knows maybe tumblr gets to see the full version before ao3.

Anyway, Im Zephyr & I like to write the gays:D. Thinking the next post is gonna bc about the mobs or my headcanons for the esmp s1 & 2 members.

Eh, We can see what come first

#esmp #nature wives #Zeph Writes #esmp s2 #shubble #katherine elizabeth #gayyyy #dancing #but written #idk how to tag stuff #🥰

[zeph2081]

hi, i write fics

#zeph writes for anything writing related #zeph talks for anything not writing related

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#zeph writes #zeph talks

[castielsprostate]

having talented friends is so wild!!!!!! like. YOU!!!!!!!!!! YOU made THAT. YOU DID THAT?!?!?!?! YOU created!!!! THAT!!!!!!!!!!! WOAH!!!!!! praise!!!!!!!! praise for one thousand years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#sjonnie.text #this is about any skill by the way #writing art music crochet knitting editing #literally so so so so wild #yes this is about isaac and cody and taylor and nick and joey and dean and rain and mer and greg and jo and amanda and pie and zeph and jes #and daphne and jack and merv and angie and #sam and dex and jenna and tj and nahla and jenny and val and em and literally every single other one of my mutuals!!!!!!!! GAH!!!!! #you all are so talented it's SO cool #40k

[shadowycreatormentality]

Black Air and Black, Black Lungs: Introduction

"Am I the only thing that keeps you safe when the light is gone?"

A Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction

*contains manga spoilers up to the latest chapters*

Note: Do not repost without my prior consent and confirmation; Jujutsu Kaisen is not owned by Gege Akutami, not me. But Hideyo and Yue are my property as my ocs

Introducing my ocs:

Hideyo Kurosawa (They/Them)

Age: 17

Occupation: Sorcerer (2nd Year in Kyoto Jujutsu High)

First Grade

Cursed Technique: Shadow Manipulation

Birthday: July 5

Gender: Non-Binary

Sexuality: Pansexual, Demiromantic

Hair Color: Navy Blue (Dyed)

Eye Color: Light Grey

Skin Tone: Light Tan

Height: 5'11

Nationality: Japanese

Likes: Video games, Web browsing, Music, Salty food

Dislikes: The Jujutsu Higher Ups, Loud and Crowded Places, Overly Friendly People

Other information:

They are from one of the four big sorcerer clans, the Kurosawa Clan.

Their father is Japanese while their mother is Filipino.

Hideyo is trilingual; They speak Japanese, Filipino and English fluently.

Hideyo's parents left for the Philippines when they manifested their cursed technique.

Ever since their parents left, Hideyo's main caretaker is Gojo Satoru.

Hideyo is childhood friends with Megumi and Tsumiki Fushiguro

They had an older brother whose name is unknown and who died a month after their parents left.

They have various favorite artists. Namely, Seventeen and Paramore.

Yue Yang (She/Her)

Age: 17

Occupation: Sorcerer (2nd Year in Kyoto Jujutsu High)

Second Grade

Cursed Technique: Moon's Glow

Birthday: January 17

Sexuality: Bi-curious

Hair Color: Pink (Dyed)

Eye Color: Brown

Height: 5'4

Nationality: Chinese

Likes: Fashion, Clothes Shopping, Strawberries and Sweet Food

Other information:

She has two older brothers

Like Hideyo, Yue has absent parents. Yue's parents abandoned Yue and her brothers when she was 3 years old.

Ever since they had to provide for themselves.

Yue became a sorcerer for two things. To help with the bills back at home and to save as many innocent lives as possible

She was already fluent in Japanese long before she even manifested her technique because she was already interested in Japanese culture.

She got all of the Kyoto second years (except Mechamaru) into Taylor Swift.

In return, Hideyo got her into Paramore.

Her bi awakening was Hideyo ;)

#Zeph writes #jujutsu kaisen oc #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #Black Air and Black Black Lungs

[sixteenth-days]

Eldritch Cleo?

Cleo reaches for a bit of not-quite timeline She wakes up at dawn and sits at the bowl-edge of Atlantis to take care of her post-games routine, gets everything set to rights before Joe drops by, is free to accompany him materials-gathering right away and pulls it away from where it shimmers into non-existence, snaps it off and threads it through the eye of her needle. Joe is sitting beside her, at the bowl-edge of Atlantis, eyes carefully shut and averted.

She always has to do a bit of maintenance, after the games. All those possibilities and snap decisions mess her higher dimensions right up, and it’s not like she’s any less piecemeal undead in the conceptual and metaphysical than in the flesh. She pulls a long thin string of sinew from the bowl beside her left thigh, threads it through the eye beside the bit of timeline, twists them together, ties a knot at the ends. That’ll do.

Joe fidgets impatiently, probably trying to decide whether it’s better for him to be right here to remind her to fold herself back together when she’s done, or literally anywhere else on the server, doing literally anything else. She ignores him, reaches up-around-past-through to grab at one of her leftmost limbs, half-detached and up beside her fifth spine. The thing always needs repairing, crumpled time straining under the wear of branching minutes against the stitches that bind it to bones of flesh.

Sewing it back up is habitual, at least, needle-holes already punched through by scores of other Cleos. Cleo takes care of it quickly, in and out, in and out, tie off, drop the leftover thread to disintegrate into the temporal wastebasket of the ocean below. Then she turns to Joe.

“Well, does it look right?”

“I’m not particularly keen on gibbering madness right now,” says Joe, a solid thing beside her, small, vast, himself, “so I couldn’t possibly say. I’m sure you’re radiant and terrible as always though.”

She snorts at him, swats at him with a limb that goes right through him and makes him shiver, and then, belatedly, with her actual solid right arm. “That’s offensive. If you gibber it’s your own fault,” she informs him. He rolls his eyes beneath his closed eyelids.

She grins at him with an entirely different Cleo’s broken mouth, and grabs for another bit of timeline.

#zeph wrote this one as well!!!! #inspired by cleos time witch stuff over in witchcraft smp #hermitcraft season 9 #zombiecleo #joe hills #fanon switcheroo prompts #asks #my writing

[aweisz]

oh im thinking rn

#specifically about zeph having their ass eaten until theyre left a sobbing whimpering mess. teehee #oh i wanna wipe that smug look off their face so bad. them to just crumble. ooooohggh #im doing bad #fuck why cant i write (and draw) (and think)

[wrathofrats]

maybe something with aether/ifrit/zephyr?

Ur right I love them

Trans ifrit is making a return because I can and who is going to stop me.

Basically ifrit rides aethers face and also is hopelessly in love with zephyr

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Ifrits thighs tremble, feel like they’re on fire and could give at any moment. He can feel aethers hot breath on him and it’s enough to almost collapse him in the state he’s in. Fucked out and static on his mind he could barely even agree to another round but aethers sure if he didn’t get his mouth on him soon he might just die. Something drips down his thigh, probably a mixture of slick and aethers cum from just a couple minutes ago but he can’t bring himself to care when a rough tongue dives to chase it.

“Fucking sit” the ghoul below him growls before he’s pulled down roughly onto aethers face.

Its an immediate attack, an immediate overstimulation that causes his eyes to cross and a shaky whine to be ripped from him. Cunt basically fucked raw and sensitive being abused again by aethers tongue. Its borderline too much, but its much too delicious to say no. Not with the way aether is moaning into his clit like he could cum just from sucking on his little t dick. It’s a perfect little mouth full for aether, just long enough to suck on and tease to his hearts content, completely swollen with arousal.

“Eyes up wildfire” Zeph tips his chin up to look at them. “There you go sweetheart”

One day zephyr is going to kill him; he's almost sure of it. Just the pet names have him making even more of a mess of aethers face and god the view of them above him could really make him drool. Just their voice has him grinding down on aether for more.

Zephyr smiles down at him, his glazed over eyes barely able to maintain eye contact but god ifrit would do anything for even just the smallest amount of praise from them. Their long hair frames their face from where it’s fallen out of its bun from taking their own turn with ifrits pretty little body and ifrit is sure he could count every star just in zephyrs eyes. Even like this he can’t help but think about how beautiful he is.

“Open up ifrit” a drop of pre runs down their shaft and ifrit has to practically stop his own breathing to not immediately try and go after it. Zephyr taps the tip of his dick to ifrits spit shined lips, watches his tongue dart out to invite them in.

He’s always been a greedy thing, loves the attention he knows Zeph and whatever other ghoul zeph allows will no doubt bask him in.

Aether sucks particularly hard on his dick, grazes his teeth over the little nub which has ifrit almost falling off the bed, gasping and throwing his hands into aethers hair.

Zephyr strokes himself above him, let’s ifrit suck on their tip while they practically tease themself to attempt to align with aethers work, but with the way ifrits hips are moving they’re sure he won’t be long.

“Aethers got you real stupid doesn’t he? Just fucked the brain right out of you?” Zephyr teases, knows his fire ghoul is always weak to them treating him like this, like he’s stupid, nothing but a toy. Their thoughts are only confirmed by the fact that ifrit can barely even respond, a nod and some drool running from his mouth but that’s about it. Zeph starts stroking themself faster, the sight and sound of ifrit getting absolutely ruined almost enough to make them cum on its own.

“Sweet little thing aren’t you, bet you’re close aren’t you, gonna thank aether by cumming all over his face?”

Aether speeds up too, forces ifrit down harder and digs his nails into the soft meat of his waist and ifrit thinks he could scream with the stimulation. He can’t help but to rut his cunt down harder, so fucking close to the edge that he could cry.

“Cum with me wildfire” zephyr forces his head up to look at him by his hair. Ifrit sobs with his orgasm as Zeph cums thick and hot all over his lips and cheeks.

#cw stupidifcation #trans ifrit SAVE ME TRANS IFRIT #also he would die for Zeph idk if you can tell #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #aether ghoul #ifrit ghoul #zephyr ghoul

[eros-ghoulette]

Perhaps winter was not that bad at all.

Just a small moment in the ghoul den.

Characters: Aether, Mountain, Zephyr, Ifrit, Dewdrop Word count: 521

It was cold outside, too cold if you asked Dew. He was following Ifrit everywhere, clinging to the fireghoul like some sort of poor little infant to its mother. He was wearing one of Aethers hoodies, its arms hanging over his freezing hands, the hem at his thighs. The quintghoul was preparing dinner together with Mountain, while Dew sat in Ifrits lap, somehow fitting both on one chair. Zephyr was there too, they were stealing from the meat whenever the two cooking ghouls would not watch it, munching happily on a few raw pieces.

“Zeph, if you continue this I'll ban you from the kitchen”, Mountain says calmly, his hands working on some onions.

His pack mate however did not even blushed and ate their remaining “prey” in peace, watching Dewdrop snuggle even more to Ifrits chest. The small ghoul was always clingy, but this was much, even for Dew. The first winter topside was for sure an experience.

“You guys call us when dinner's ready?”, Ifrit asked then. "I'll get Dew in front of a fire and maybe call Alpha too. He's fucking shivering.“ Ifrit pushed the waterghoul off his lap and dragged him away by the hand. Zephyr also stood up, they saw no point in staying if they would not get snacks. They walked away with a slight limp.

“Zeph needs to be checked”, Aether mumbled, when he and Mountain were the only two left. “It's not normal, to limp like that.”

Mount hummed in agreement, absentminded washing the rice. “They will get checked, when it becomes too bad”, he said, shrugging.

Aether sighed: “Winter is all pretty and fun until Dew freezes to death and Zeph limps like they were shot.” He began to fry the onions with some garlic and then proceed to slice some peppers, when Mountain spoke up again. He was leaning against the counter, his arms crossed.

“You seem to be the only one winter doesn't affect, Aeth”, he said and smirked. "You and Omega. I mean, look at me." He chuckled and turned to get the tomatoes from the fridge.

Mountain was right, obviously. The big ghoul grew a bit of a tummy since it started to get cold. Not that he minded much, especially Zephyr liked to snuggle their face against Mounts tummy, and Dewdrop too, when he was warm enough to not be attached to a fireghoul. Speaking of fireghouls. They were getting a bit motherly, making sure everyone was feeling warm in the cold stone walls.

“Omega said it's because we are quints, and I'm sure that's enough explanation.”

A few hours later, they were all cuddled together on the big sofa in their common-room. As predicted, Dew was basically trying to crawl inside Ifrits skin, though his tail was interlacing with Aethers, who was laying on Dews other side, snoring softly. Zephyr was cuddling with Mountain on Ifrits left, the fire ghoul strategically placed in their middle.

Outside the window, snow fell quietly to earth, the fire still cracked inside the fireplace. Perhaps winter was not that bad at all.

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This was originally supposed to only be about Mountain, but whatever :) I got carried away

(@aweisz I don't really know why I tag you here, but I just thought you maybe like it. And you are the reason I began to like Zeph, so it's basically your fault I can't concentrate properly any more hehehe)

#aether ghoul #zephyr ghoul #ifrit ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #the band ghost #ghost band #ficlet #my mind constantly wanders to Zeph #and aeth #eros writing

[castielafflicted]

I've finished another Suptober prompt! I refuse to try to post them in order, because I refuse to finish eight other fics before this one.

This Is Normal, Right? 3756 words

Summary: Dean knows that grooming can make or break an undercover mission and prides himself on a clean and careful shave. Newly-human Cas has never shaved before and his scruff is becoming increasingly noticeable. Dean offers to help, because that's a normal thing to do for your friend. Suptober 2023 Day Ten: Close Shave

heavy on the unresolved sexual tension. this prompt was my excuse to have Dean shave Cas and be weird about it.

#zeph writes #suptober23 #spn fic #yes this is the one i wrote in one sitting and went to bed at 10am after writing

[zephsthings]

GUYS !!! I MADE A QUIZ!!!

PLEASE DO MY QUIZ THANK YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT

#zeph just stfu #writing #zeph writes #my ocs

[zephrunsimperium]

Concerning Tweens In Media: A Middle School Teacher's Perspective

Ya know, I basically never read fics with the younger Pines twins.

Partially because that's just not what I enjoy for my fandom experience - Gravity Falls will always be about the Stans, Fidds, and Bill to me - but also because writing tweens is really difficult. These little buggers are WILD and I love them so much. (I am studying to be a middle school english teacher) Sometimes they can be surprisingly mature and sometimes they'll sit in the back of class making fart noises. Threading the needle of that dichtonomy is a monumental task.

But - moving outwards from the GF fandom - it's also incredibly important. I used to love to read. I still do, it's just a lot harder for me. Most of the reading I did took place in 5-8th grade, when I would just inhale books, but I distinctly remember feeling a little strange reading about characters that were so much older than me.

When you grow up, especially once you get out of high school, age starts to not matter nearly as much, but as a kid? It's a huge deal! You are literally separated by age in school. Even those just a grade older than you become monumentally Different and even untouchable just based on the fact that they're in a different grade. Clearly they know everything, clearly they're too cool to talk to. And the opposite can be true as well; I have absolutely seen older kids have a weird disdain for kids in a lower grade on principle.

So here's me at 11 years old, reading books where the main characters are significantly older than me. My favorite book series in middle school - the Mistborn trilogy by Brandon Sanderson - featured a MC who was 16 in the first book and 21 in the finale. That is a significant age gap. Of course there's nothing wrong with reading about characters of any age at any age, but I don't think I have to explain why it's good for people to see people like them in the media they consume. We as fans connect with characters we relate to. And for kiddos in grade school for whom age is so vitally important in social interactions? They deserve to be able to consume media about them.

But the dilemma: Writing tweens well is an extremely difficult task, even without considering the fact that most people really dislike tweens - I have been called crazy for wanting to teach at the middle level more times than I care to count.

I have gone into detail regarding why Gravity Falls is a really good example of tweens in media. Dipper and Mabel are, in my opinion, extremely well written and accurate portrayals of tweens. I had the delightful experience of introducing my friend's kids to Gravity Falls this summer and it absolutely warmed my heart to see her 12 year old daughter say regarding Mabel, "she's just like me!"

Kids deserve to have that experience.

#gravity falls #fandom meta #pines twins #mabel pines #zephy the english teacher #middle school #zeph #writing meta #mistborn

[zeph2081]

i am so excited

#working on chapter one?? boo would rather work on the crossroads scene #zeph writes #detroit become human #reverse au #dbh fic

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Out in the Cold Field, pt. i

Hello Travelers. Friends. It is an old song, a love song, and we're gonna sing it again. This part of the story takes place BEFORE what Zeph is currently writing. Long before. This is the story of Buddy, Vespa, and Jet.

@ananxiousgenz @urjover @one-joe-spoopy @demonic-panini @waters-and-the-wilde @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @the-private-eye

“You are going to bed, and when you wake up tomorrow, you’re going to start being grateful for everything. You don’t know how good you got it, Kid, until it’s all gone. Until I’m gone.” 

Having recurring nightmares about her childhood was not what Buddy had planned for her future, but these are the cards she was dealt and had to play with. She let out a long groan and raised her hand to rub feeling back– and raised her hand– and raised her hand–

Something was wrong with her. Everything felt terribly heavy and sharp and not at all normal. She thinks back to the last thing that happened before she woke up:

Docked the Carte Blanche, disembarked, and headed into town. 

Talked with the locals, confirmed her location, and started her trek down the road to find the train tracks. 

She found the tracks but ran out of food. The wind picked up, whisking the scarf around her neck away with it. She could’ve turned back to chase after it but would’ve lost the tracks if she had. In every story she knew the train tracks only revealed themselves to those who were lost. And if you turned away or walked back, they vanished, and would not show again until it was your time. 

With no other choice, Buddy pressed forward. 

The wind picked up, the snow fell heavier, the cold nipped at her skin, and… then she fell. Stumbled more like it, less than graceful, disgrace to her mother (wherever she disappeared to). 

Her knee throbbed. Still is throbbing. But that isn’t it. What happened between then and now and why is she here? She should be dead. She should be… unless…

She isn’t dead. 

Against all odds, somehow, Buddy Aurinko is still alive. And she should be bursting with joy for this second chance. 

So why was she so damn angry. 

“It’s not fair.” Her voice rasps. She licks her lips and clears her throat. “It’s not– fair!” With every last ounce of energy Buddy has left, she pulls on her limbs. Slowly she brings herself up just enough off the cot she’s been laid out on to get a better view of the room. Her eyes jump from one wall to the next and fall on a lone figure huddled in the corner over a small fire. When was the last time she had seen a fire?

The figure’s shoulders rolled back. They stayed seated on a stool, hunched over a pot set on the fire. They turn just enough to look at her. Their face is covered by a thick scarf and goggles. 

"Oh good, you’re awake.” Their voice is low rumble sending chills down her spine. They turn back to the pot to stirs its contents. Buddy frowns, resuming her fight to get her arms to cooperate to pull herself up. A drop of sweat rolls down her temple. “I would not move if I were you. You were lying in the snow for a while.” 

She hisses through clenched teeth as a jolt of pain runs up and down her arms and legs. It doesn’t go away. “It’s frostbite. Because you were out in the cold for so long without proper cover, you developed frostbite. You have frostbite.” 

She grunts, falling back on the cot with a snarl. “Who the hell are you?” She snaps at the large figure. They set their spoon aside and turn around on the stool. They lift their goggles, revealing soft, kind eyes. Wrinkles creep in at the edges. 

“The Unnatural Disaster, but you may call me Jet.” 

Buddy snorts, “And I’m the fucking sun goddess, Aurora.” 

“Pleasure to meet you, Aurora.”

Her frown deepens as she flops back on the cot. “Frostbite… how bad is it?” 

“Terrible. Your right hand was pinned under your body so maybe two of your fingers were affected the worst. And your left arm was stretched out so far, I would be surprised if after a few days you get to keep even one finger. I’m less sure about the damage to your face though. Only time will tell.” 

Buddy hums. The Unnatural Disaster– Jet– had no pulled a knife on her yet. He also had not chopped her into bits, yet. 

“Frostbite…” She tilts her head and can barely make out Jet’s figure past her mess of red curls. “Why did you save me?”

“Because you would have died. I cannot allow that.”

“I didn’t ask to be saved.” 

Jet hums pushing his goggles up into his hair. He crosses his arms while leaning back slightly. “Well, if you can get up and crawl out the front door, I will not stop you. I will not stop you nor will I save you a second time.” 

“You’re joking.” 

“I’m afraid, Aurora, I do not joke.” 

Buddy smirks. Jet seems honest enough. And its hard to tell from this angle but that might just be the hint of a smirk on his face too. 

“Where did you get the fire from? I thought there was no more fire on the Earth.”

“And you would be correct,” Jet nods down at the fire. “This is the last one. My partner stole it from Hades.”

“Partner?” And Hades? Jet knows a way down to Hades. Or at least his partner does. 

“Work partner. Associate. They–”

“They got fire, from Hades? How? No one who goes down there comes back. They haven’t shared any resources with Above in centuries. Not since Persephone died.”Jet frowns and gets up from his stool. He crosses the room to Buddy’s side in two strides. Slowly he brushes her hair back from her face. “Our work allows us to travel to Hades. And my Associate stole this fire from Hades. We are on the lam.” He bends closer and his voice drops to a whisper, “Now why do you care so much about making it to Hades? What happened to make you want to die?”

#ask to be tagged or removed #zeph and i have been hollering about this for a couple days now #also this is completely unedited so mind the errors #things are subject to change #also also i am an angst writer be warned. #you will cry once or at least be on the verge of tears by the time I'm through with you #zeph is evil. i am straight up rude. take your feelings and i do not give them back #the penumbra podcast #the penumbra fanfic #tpp hadestown au #out in the cold field #private eye's keys go jingle jangle #a hotboy's writing