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Beautiful Stranger

06: Can't Help Falling In Love

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

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warnings: FLUFF, sexual references, lando and lily acting like teenagers. flashbacks are on italics.

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a/n: turbulences incoming!!!! the bumpy road will start soon. I have to thank @elisysd for letting me use the name of her beautiful Lyanna as a character on this story.

What do you think will haooen with those two?

Every way of feedback is very welcomed

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Spending days with Lily was something I never planned when I came here.

Waking up next to her, touching her, tasting her was something that I never imagined I could do during my summer break.

Creating a routine with her was something easy, making me learn many things about her. When she's the first to wake up, she always kisses my shoulder before going to the kitchen to get the breakfast for us ready. If I'm the first to wake up, she hugs my pillow and holds it close to keep sleeping. In the morning she always plays soft music, sometimes jazz, and sometimes soft rock. Whenever she goes to get a shower she always asks me if I want to go with her, something that will make us spend more time than planned.

Those are little things that made me fall for her.

"Logan, today I have to go for the last check up" she said, looking at her phone. "Will you drop me there?"

"I'll go with you, silly"

This last week, the person she has been sleeping with, is not who I am. And even if I trust her, I can't tell her now who I am. There's no coming back, I can't undo things now.

Her healing went pretty past, making me feel less guilty as days went by and watching how she stopped grunting every time she walked around her apartment.

"Let me go get changed and I'll be here quickly" I said, leaving her apartment and going to mine.

Even if we spent all day together, I still had my things in the apartment next door, wanting to have a place to be myself and not Logan.

I have been planning on doing a short trip around the country, wanting to go with her to the places she always talks about. I want to know about the place she loves.

Watching her smile after the doctor told her that she can walk without the bandage was beautiful. How she looked at her foot and tried to move it slowly. I felt so relieved that the bandage will be away from her.

"Do you want to walk around the village?" she asked me, making me bite my lip nervously and nod.

What if someone here recognizes me? But her smile…

"Of course" I nodded, mentally slapping myself.

"Alright! I'll call Nora and tell her that we will have lunch there" she smiled, grabbing her phone.

Nora, the owner of the apartments. Shit! She knows my name.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you something" I said quickly before she started the call.

"Oh? What is it?" she frowned, looking at me with a curious gaze.

"I wanted to go on a trip" I confessed. "With you. Around Greece"

"Oh" she nodded, blushing immediately.

"I'll leave in two weeks, and I want to visit places around" I said quickly, watching how her smile started to grow slowly. "And you are the perfect person to guide me around"

She chuckled and nodded, making me sigh relieved. I just hope that no one recognizes me wherever we go, I really don't want to imagine how it would be if someone calls my name and asks me to take pictures with them while I'm with Lily.

"Okay" she smiled. "So I guess we have to get ready"

I sighed and nodded, getting inside her car and driving towards the apartments again.

Call me selfish, but I don't want to go around and be the center of attention again. I don't want to be disturbed during my free time.

And I don't want Lily discovering my lies.

Driving in the car with her is comfortable. She puts music on and I can place my hand on her thigh or hold her hand. Everything feels so relaxed between us, we let things flow the right way at a slow pace.

These last few days we discovered each other in a way I never imagined I could know someone. I discovered all her soft spots, kissing them with my lips and touching them with my fingers. I saw all the moles she has on her back, tracing them with my fingers while watching how she fell asleep, creating a mental map of them. I learned the way she likes to be touched.

I'm falling so hard for her, and it scares me to death.

"Where do you want to go?" she asked me, sitting on the table in her kitchen while I made lunch for us.

"I don't know… you know, somewhere where there is enough space" I sighed.

"Right, agoraphobia" she nodded. "So…. Athens is out"

I looked back at her, chuckling. She had a map and a pen, crossing with a red pen the places we won't go.

"Santorini neither" she said. "Those typical places are crowded by a lot of tourists"

"Makes sense" I nodded, laughing softly. "What about ruins? You said you wanted to take me to some of them"

"Oh, right!" she smiled happily. "The closest one is… Delphos"

"Then we'll go to Delphos" I smile, grabbing the plates and sitting next to her.

Everyday I learn more about this place. About the mythology, about the story. She lays with me on bed and reads for me her books while I brush my fingers all over his back and arms, creating an intimate atmosphere that makes me want to stay here with her forever.

"Maybe I can ask Bastian if he can give us his camper" she said while eating. "So in that way we can be out for some days"

"That would be amazing" I nodded. "So we can go wherever we want, right?"

"Exactly" she nodded.

It was exciting, planning where to go and the places we will visit was amazing. And it only made me think of how we looked, how we acted.

I spent all day with her, sleeping next to her and acting like a couple. This would be the definition of a summer love, right? Something that won't last forever, only a temporal fling. But I wish it could last. I wish I was Logan, the boy that is a beginner DJ, that knows some famous people just because they were classmates or because they were neighbors, not because I am famous too. I wish I could be that person so I couldn't be lying to her.

"I'm going to call Bastian, yeah?" she smiled, pecking my lips and getting up to grab her phone.

I washed the plates when we finished eating and then I looked around her apartment.

Even though I spent some days here, I never had the chance to look at her things.

She doesn't have family pictures, anything related to her past. And it made me curious. She only has small paintings she made and small statues of some gods and goddesses. In her bedroom she has a box where she keeps all her jewelry, like her earrings and rings.

Something I noticed about her is that she always touched her ring finger, looking at it with a lost gaze before sighing deeply and cursing under her breath. It always made me wonder why she does that.

I walked inside her bedroom, sitting on the bed and looking around with a smile. This place is the perfect picture of her: something simple and at the same time colorful.

I scanned with my eyes all the room, until they stopped on a light blue box. A box of a brand I know it's luxurious.

"What?" I frown, swallowing thickly.

She always said that she never had a lot of money. That she came from a poor family that helped her come here to make her dream come true.

But the light blue box with the name Tiffany & Co written on silver letters on top of it, made me feel strangely bad. I tried to not open it, but my fingers did it alone. And when I found a ring with a big diamond stone on it, I felt my heart falling to the ground.

"What do you think you are doing?"

I closed the box but didn't put it back where it belongs. Lily lied too?

"What is this?" I frown, turning around and showing her the box. "Lily?"

"I… I was going to tell you" she sighed sitting on the bed. "Really, I just needed the perfect moment to tell you"

"Then I think this is the perfect moment" I frowned.

Call me selfish. Why am I feeling betrayed when the one that is hiding the biggest lie here is me?

"I… I was engaged" she sighed. "That was the engagement ring"

I swallow thickly and look at the box. This is more expensive than this whole apartment.

"My name is Lily Barton" she sighed. "Daughter of Samuel Barton"

"Wait…" I frowned. "Samuel Barton, the owner of one of the most important law firms of England?"

"Eh… yeah" she sighed, hugging herself. "I wanted to tell you, Logan… I promise"

I look at her and take a deep breath. I can't get mad because of this. I can't get mad because I'm lying to her too.

"I never belonged to them… to that family" she sighed sitting in front of me. "I never felt that it was my place. They didn't let me study whatever I wanted. I had to do everything they wanted, be the perfect daughter. They never showed me love, Logan… they were abusive"

"Why didn't you tell me, Lily?" I sighed, holding her in my arms.

"No one here knows, only Nora" she mumbled. "And well… now you know"

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I should tell her… but I can't.

"Thank you for telling me" I whisper, kissing her head.

Now I'm feeling worse than I was already feeling.

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Being in his arms meant being safe. He was my safe place, somewhere I can relax and forget about the exterior.

And now that he knows about me, I can feel better and be myself around him.

"Go grab clothes and put them on a backpack" I smiled, kissing his jaw and hugging him. "We're going to make a road trip"

He laughed and nodded, kissing my lips and squeezing my ass softly before getting up to go to his apartment.

Bastian told me that he was going to bring the camper here after putting gas on it, just to explain to us how it works and where we should go with it.

It was exciting, going out with him and spending more time with him before he has to leave.

In a very short time I started feeling a lot of things for Logan. He makes me happy and he knows how to please me, worshiping my whole body and not leaving an inch of my skin without touching it.

He made me fall for him.

After Bastian arrived and we packed everything we needed, we got installed on the camper, checking everything and making sure we didn't forget anything.

"We should go buy groceries" I said. "There's a small fridge here"

He nodded and started to drive using his phone as a GPS. When he parked I smile, kissing his cheek.

"I'll go, you can stay here and unpack the things" I smiled.

"Alright" he smiled, kissing my lips.

Our trip was something spontaneous. We planned things while we drove, stopping every time we saw something interesting and parking in front of a beach to spend the night.

Being with him felt so good. It was a feeling I never had when I dated in secret all those guys before my family discovered everything I did at school.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" I asked him, grabbing my laptop.

"Mhm, which one?" he smiled, laying on the bed on his stomach.

"What about… this one" I said, showing the one that caught my attention. "It's a movie by Lyanna Michel. I saw some of her movies before"

"Oh? I know her" he casually said

"What?! Really?" I gasped, looking at him surprised.

"Y-yeah" he laughed. "We used to be neighbors in London"

"No way" I laugh. "For real? That's amazing!"

He laughed and nodded, wrapping his arm around my waist as always, and resting his chin on my shoulder while placing kisses on my skin.

We watched the move, the one she recorded in Monaco. It was a romcom, something I never imagined she would make.

"Logan?" I whisper, feeling his fingers on my waist. "I'm ready"

"What? Ready for what? Sleep?" he frowned, making me laugh.

"No, idiot" I laughed. "Sex. I mean… I don't have the bandage anymore… and I bought condoms"

"Lily…" he sighed, pressing his lips on mine. "You have no idea how bad I want you"

"I think I do" I whisper on his lips.

All nights we laid in bed naked, touching each other, discovering our bodies. And now we are going to become one, finally.

"I need you, Logan" I whispered, undressing him while he did the same to me.

"I'm here" he whispered. "I'm not leaving"

That night, as the next ones, we made love. It wasn't a needy sex, something rough and fast. We took our time to feel each other and it really made me fall.

Fall in love with him.

"Logan? What are we?" I whisper, getting the courage to ask that question that has been around my mind for a while.

"What do you mean?" he whispered, holding my hand and kissing my temple.

"I mean… us" I sighed. "I know there's something. I have feelings for you, really strong feelings. I can't deny it anymore"

"Lily…" he sighed. "I'll leave. I don't want to hurt you"

"I know" I mumble. That means he doesn't want to be anything, right? I'm only a summer fling. "Yeah, you are right"

I sighed and turned around, laying on my side and trying to create a small space between us.

"Come on, Lily" he sighed, hugging me. "I just… I like you, yeah. But I don't want to keep this as a long distance relationship. What if it doesn't work?"

"What if it does?" I whisper. "What if I'm falling hard for you? What if I like you and I want to be with you?"

"Lily… I'm not good" he whispered, kissing my shoulder. "I will be away, I can't come here again"

"Why not?" I frown. "Logan… Let's try?"

He sighed and kissed my shoulder, holding my hand after that. He doesn't want anything with me?

"It's because I was engaged, right? Because I am a runaway bride and left before the wedding?" I mumble. "It's that?"

"No, of course it is not" he sighed, squeezing my hand. "It's… I'm afraid, that's all"

"Afraid of what?" I frowned, turned around to look at him.

"Of you not liking being with me" he sighed.

"Logan… I spent all day with you and I like being next to you" I whisper. "I just want it to last longer…"

"Okay" he whispered, kissing my lips. "Yeah. We'll try"

I smile and hug him, taking a deep breath and breathing his scent. I discovered henreally uses expensive perfumes, and the one he brought to the trip was my favorite of them.

"Sleep, Lily" he whispered. "Tomorrow it's your turn to drive"

I closed my eyes, sleeping in the arms of the man I'm falling in love with.

The next morning I felt the bed empty. He wasn't here, and the cold spot on the bed made me realize he got up a while ago.

"Logan?" I called him, grabbing his shirt and some clean panties and putting them on me.

I rubbed my eyes and stretched my body before getting out of the bed and walking around the small camper, searching for him.

"No, Jon. I will stay here for a while. I need time for myself, no one can know I'm here" I heard him say. "I promise I'll be in Zandvoort days before it, but I really need to be unfocused"

"Logan?" I called him, grabbing the sandals and walking towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"I have to go, I'll talk to you later" he sighed, ending the call. "Hey, how did you sleep?"

"Nice" I nodded. "What is today's plan?"

"You said we are close to Athena's temple, right?" he smiled. "Then we can go there"

"Alright" I smile. "Will you make breakfast?"

"I actually bought it" he smirked. "I had a call from a friend and then I went to buy some things to that cafeteria near the beach"

I nod and look around. We were nearly Nafpaktos, a city with a beach, an hour away from our destination.

"This feels nice" I said smiling, stretching a little and looking at him, taking a step closer and hugging him.

"It does, yeah" he whispered, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and kissing my head.

We had breakfast in silence, sitting at the edge of the door and looking at the sunrise. It felt so magical, being wrapped on his arms while drinking a warm coffee.

Waking up with Logan I discovered that he's always cold. He loves to wear hoodies no matter what. Here in the camper, even if it's warm inside, he likes to be cozy with his hoodie, driving while jamming with the songs he chooses. I discovered that he loves that type of music they play at festivals.

"You and I like opposite music" I laughed looking at him, sitting on the passenger seat hugging my legs.

"That's true" he nodded.

"Well, they say that opposite attracts, right?" I smiled, holding his free hand and playing with his fingers.

Logan is someone that once he's comfortable with you, he won't stop touching you. His love language is touch, definitely. And I absolutely loved it.

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Watching Lily drive is something else. She learned how to drive in Greece. Whenever the traffic was near, I could hear her curse in Greek.

"Malaka" she groaned, holding the steering wheel tightly.

"Hey, relax" I laughed, massaging her shoulders from behind.

"No, dude! But look at that!" she groaned pointing to the front. "He the hell you can do something like that!"

"You never went to Rome, right?" I laughed. "It's worse than here"

"I'm happy with where I am" she sighed. "God, I really can't handle this"

"Hey, take a deep breath" I smiled, kissing her head.

She groaned, making me chuckle softly.

During the night we hold each other in the back of the camper, on the bed, she tells me about her past. About his she had to swallow everything she wanted to say, how she had to walk with her head down. Her parents planned everything since the day she was born: where she was going to study and what she would study, what would be her position in the family business and who she would marry. They never let her be free.

And every second she talked about her past, confessing to me how her life was, it made me feel more guilty.

She trusts me. And I'm just playing with her trust.

But it was never my intention. Who was going to tell me that I was going to fall in love with her? Who was going to tell me that the only thing I want to do is wake up next to her for the rest of my life?

I fell in love with her and there's no way she will forgive me.

I tried everything to not let it happen. I reminded myself that I shouldn't love her. That I will leave next week and that it would be impossible to keep contact.

But every second of the day she reminded me that it was worth it. That falling in love with her was something I can let happen. I don't care if she loves Logan. If I have to be Logan to be with her, I will be Logan.

Going to the ruins with her was something magical. She tells me everything she knows about the places, about the God the old civilization made this temple for. She told me how it used to look, drawing it in her notebook.

Looking at her talk like that made me fall deeply in love with her.

"What are you looking at?" she chuckled looking at me.

"At your silly face" I joked, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and keeping her close to me.

Because being with her makes me happy. With her I'm not Lando Norris, the McLaren driver. With her I don't have to act how they want me to act. With Lily I can be who I really am, and I can feel safe and relaxed.

"We should start the trip back to Parga" I sighed, looking at my phone.

My day of going back to work is near. I have to be back in the car in two weeks, and I have to go back to the simulator as soon as possible.

But I don't want to. I try to ignore the calls of the rest of the drivers. I try to ignore that world of seep and money, of people wanting my attention and acting like they are interested in me.

They are not Lily.

"Right" she smiled weakly, laying on the bed and looking through the window. "Will you miss me?"

"What type of question is that?" I chuckled while laying next to her.

"A sincere question" she whispered. "Will you miss me once you leave?"

"Of course, I'll miss you, Lily" I whispered, kissing her shoulder. "I'll miss being with you. I'll miss waking up next to you all mornings and going to sleep next to you all nights"

"I wish you didn't have to leave" she mumbled, turning around and hugging me, hiding her face on my chest.

"I have to work, Lily…" I sighed, rubbing her back.

"I know" she mumbled. "I just… I wish we could have more time"

"Yeah" I sighed. "I wish that too"

A silence fell between us. I had to look down at her, thinking she was asleep. But her eyes slightly open, her fingers drawing shapes on my skin and her breath hitting my chest softly. I could hear her thinking, making her mind work with something that is bothering her.

"Logan?" she whispered, not looking up at me.

"Hm?"

"I… I think I love you" she whispered.

"I think I love you too" I answered, kissing her forehead, swallowing thickly afterwards.

What have you done, Lando?

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ryuichirou · 23 hours

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Only two today, but long ones!

Anonymous asked:

Out of curiosity, are there any tropes in Media/Fanfiction that you and katsu Hate/Love...? or even Neutral about it?

I think don't you guys talked about that before unless I somehow missed it?

Anon! Sorry for the late reply. I had to think about it for some time, but I also feel like there is no way to answer this question in a definitive 100% conclusive way; there will always be some exceptions when the trope that we hate somehow still works okay, or when our favourite tropes don’t do the story justice at all. So this is more of a list of first things that come to mind! Mostly because these are the tropes we discuss the most.

We really tend to not like a lot of family-related tropes, especially when characters settle down and start a family and start living a slow domestic life and stuff, and when it’s painted as an endpoint or a happy ending of sorts. This is why we don’t really like talking about characters having kids or headcanon OC kids for our ships, the idea just doesn’t have the appeal to us. Maybe it’s because we don’t want children ourselves so it doesn’t click with us/we don’t get it; maybe it’s just because of how overwhelmingly popular this trope is, and how a lot of times it tends to make characters lose their unique characteristics and boil them down to just being a mom and/or a dad. Even if it’s not fanfiction but an original piece, we don’t really resonate with stories like that. Hmm, I guess it’s mostly about the nuclear families though, because I personally would find a story about a broken household more interesting. But if it’s just a “he is a papa, he is another papa, and here is their sunshine baby” is just boring to us personally… Where are my stories about characters going through divorce and fighting over their children? lol

Same goes for anything pregnancy related. We really don’t resonate with tropes that are related to pregnancy, the only possible exception being some horror stories.

Our favourite tropes… we love a despair-filled story! A tragedy, I guess. “Yes, everything is that bad; no, there is nothing you can realistically do to fix it” type of story, maybe a good example would be Shingeki no Kyojin.

When a super powerful being is somehow linked to one person and doesn’t stop being a super powerful being and doesn’t develop empathy or humanity! I don’t know how to explain it lol We love it when someone super powerful and inhuman favours a character, either due to having plans for this character or due to its selfish obsession, but it doesn’t go the typical route of “and then the demon learned how to care and love someone”. Like, the obsession is still there, but the creature doesn’t experience it in the same way that humans do, even if it looks like it, there is still this creepy gap that could never be closed. Whenever this gap closes and the creature starts feeling love, it turns into the trope that we really don’t like lol

Somehow related to this, but not really? I’ve said it multiple times, but: character A loves character B so much that they are willing to do horrible things for them (things that character B never asked for). We also love selflessly loyal type, sadodere or yangire boys, anything that makes characters’ relationship with each other almost cartoonishly exaggerated and extreme. I hope it makes sense.

Also! A character is bored and does whatever they want in the story, dancing to the beat of their own drums. Like chaotic neutral, but without any common sense? Hisoka from HxH or the Tweels would be good examples. You never know whether they are an ally or a foe because you can never guess what exactly they’re thinking about.

I can talk about it for ages, but these are the tropes that come to mind first!

Anonymous asked:

Any fav writers/artists you two follow bc of their work or ships?

Im new to bsky and want to follow ppl with similar taste first

Sorry for the late reply, Anon!

To be completely honest with you, we don’t have a lot of people who we follow on bsky; well, we do have a lot of our favourite jp artists who made an account there when it became publically available, but a lot of them don’t post there regularly and prefer to still use twi. Still, I’ll give you the links in case they start posting again!

I wish I could give you more recommendations, so if anyone wants to add to this list, feel free to comment under this post.

Here are some of our faves:

https://bsky.app/profile/thumaru.bsky.social - not shippy, but a lot of very good character art; their Vil is top notch.

https://bsky.app/profile/rakugakityou03.bsky.social - also not shippy; absolute god of illustration, their art is gorgeous.

https://bsky.app/profile/akiseizon.bsky.social - I physically can’t NOT post a link to Futairo-san; I am so obsessed with their art it’s pathetic at this point.

https://bsky.app/profile/moketaros.bsky.social - one of the best rkvl artists out there, even though they haven’t updated their bsky in a bit…

https://bsky.app/profile/chocomaimai.bsky.social - one of my favourite Shroud artists! They don’t post much on bsky unfortunately, but their collection of artworks on pixiv and twi is great.

https://bsky.app/profile/rikuaso.bsky.social - another one of my favourite Shroud artists! Their Shroudcest is gorgeous :”)

https://bsky.app/profile/ingtakou6910.bsky.social - pretty Jamils!! Very pretty Jamils!!

Once again, the list isn’t as big because I’m limiting it to bsky, but if you ever want a twi/pixiv list, let me know. 😔

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letstalkwhump · 1 year

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Let’s Talk Whump No.7

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community. I’m Malice and I’ll be your host.

Today we have @kira-the-whump-enthusiast joining us to share his whump story!

Tell us something non-whump related about yourself!

Hi I'm Kira! I'm just a guy on the internet who has something wrong with him (affectionate). Outside of whump I do a lot of regular OC stuff! Though, it always ends up angsty. I draw a shit ton, I watch video essays, and I pet my cat. He's adorable and amazing, by the way!

What does whump mean to you?

God, I don’t know man. It's when the character gets hurt and it makes me smile, I guess. For me it usually ends up being brutal torture of the physical or mental kind!

How did you discover the whump community?

So I found the whump-culture-is blog, and I kinda skirted around the whole idea cuz I wasn't super comfortable with it yet. And then I stumbled upon Hazeshift by @whumpwillow!!! That was the story that got me into whump, it clicked a switch somewhere in my brain. And from there I started following more whump blogs, creating some OCs to whump, and eventually made a blog! Now I’m here.

It seems to be a common thread that everyone has a specific whump story that just clicked! Have you found that your whump tastes have changed over time?

I think my favorite tropes have largely stayed the same, same as my hard preference for OC over fandom. But I've gotten way more into making whumpy art lately! It's mostly on my art blog @kira-does-art-sometimes So, I haven't exactly been writing. I am still doing some though, I'm just really bad at finishing it.

And your favourite whump tropes?

May the devil bless my soul, I am not mentally normal about any of this.

First of all I am an avid whumper-turned-whumpee and villain whump fan. This is the Main Trope I enjoy because it is just so good. Look man, I just need to see the somewhat sympathetic (or not) bad guys get whumped and then maybe get a hug afterwards because even if they did bad shit before, they still don't exactly deserve bad things to happen to them? I dunno know, it's a bit soothing. Also god, there are so many good dynamics you would have. Reluctant caretakers, righteous whumpers, whumpees-turned-whumpers,,,, god, I am insane for this. Also the angst potential is ridiculous and I love it.

I am also a fan of sicko shit like cannibalism and gore and vivisection. Like yes, cut that guy open and eat his organs. I will never not be normal about cannibalism and also I believe it is completely ethical if it's fully consensual. Anyways, fucked-up cannibalism is very good too. I need the people to eat each other. I need blood dripping from mouths and staining smiles. I need the faux-intimacy of feasting on another. Vivisection is also great for similar reasons. It is very Intense and Torture and I think it's fun!! You can also eat the whumpee's organs. Food for thought, pun intended!

Glasgow smiles!I love those. I need to give more of my whumpees those. I just think it's neat and it's an alternative gag. You can't exactly talk without pain when your face has been slit open.

Immortal whump is the best. Because you can just do anything, really stretch a guy past their limits and then do it again!!! The fun never ends because they can't die, at least not permanently. Killing an immortal is underrated. And I don't mean permanently. I mean like bringing them back, again and again, and continuing the murder! Is that not fun?!

Isolation in whump is very underrated. Solitary confinement is a form of torture after all. I think there's something very resonant for me about the simple. Lack of anything to the point that it drives you insane. The only thing making you like this are the walls cutting you off from the world. How do you explain that to people? I also like other fucked up forms of isolation like when the whumpee pretty much only interacts with the whumper or people on their side. The way that it can fuck them up is very intriguing to explore in writing I think.

I realize this is somewhat sicko behavior. I have decided to not apologize for this. Also if the FBI is reading this, I um. I have little to no desire to do this in real life okay don't arrest me.

I think we’re all screwed if the FBI ever decides to look our way…I look forward to sharing a cell with you all! Do you have a favourite piece you've written?

I guess I'd definitely have to say Spirals and Solitaire is one of my better pieces!! Look. I just needed to write about a woman with depression. That's my favorite type of character. It combines a lot of my favorite tropes. A villain with angst for days being trapped in a room and slowly, slowly, going fucking insane. Getting way too attached to the only person that talks to them. And a bystander who doesn't help until it's too late. But better late than never hey?

Also I am still a fan of Midnight Meal which is really surprising since it's like almost a year old I think? I think it holds up! I just like the cannibalism. And the gore. And I have gotten the best comments on it. Thank you to the nice people who left comments on it! Definitely my most sicko piece out of all my writing. Isaac's my favorite whumpee and this is not even the worst thing that happens to him, by the way.

I also have this single series, Diamonds to Dust that I have definitely updated recently. I may or may not actually start writing the seventh chapter. I apologize for the radio silence on this lol. Storm and Zuri and Xavier are my beloveds. Also Lusik and Octavia are fucked up lesbians but I haven't gotten into that yet. My favourite toxic ship!

What's your writing routine like? Is there a must have drink or snack?

My writing schedule fucking insane to be honest. Kinda goes like:

- At a random point in time I get an idea.

- I ruminate on the idea for an extended period of time. From like a week to a year. Average is prolly a couple months.

- After the rumination I finally get some words on the goddamn paper! I write in fucking simplenote cuz I can access it on all my devices.

- The words never get finished on the first day. From then it is three days to two months until I continue the goddamn thing. Or I just don't. Sometimes that happens.

- And then the editing. Oh god. The editing. Suffice to say I hate it, I hate it, I hate it but it's necessary so I do it. Actually this takes like two weeks max cuz again. Hate it to shreds. I send it to my lovely whump friends for beta reading. I love yall!

- And then post. God help me when I do that.

This is why I never post anything sorry about that.

Usually I write in my very comfy bed in the evening. I don't really munch on snacks or drinks when I write.

Is there anything specific that you find easy to write?

I find that it's pretty easy for me to write characters with depression. When the character is just angsting and going through the emotional ringer, it's pretty easy for me to write stuff. Honestly that's probably how I got Spirals and Solitude finished so quickly. It's literally just like three thousand words of Wrenna having depression. I really struggle with writing like pure fluff. I dunno know, I just find it hard to create a good conflict when it's so lighthearted.

And do you have any current projects?

I have like a couple WIPs who are not finished yet. I may finish and post them one day. I am also always drawing. Probably of my OCs or fan art of my friend's OCs!

Bless us with some writing advice please!

You ask me??? For writing advice. Uhhhh I dunno man. Just get a little silly with it. Being Quality is overrated. Someone's probably gonna read it and get something out of it even if it's just like seven words in comic sans or whatever. Or maybe you are the one who reads it and gets something out of it! Self deprecation is overrated too. Your writing is probably fine. It is probably even good. Likely, it is even great and amazing!

Shoutouts?

Huge shout out to @whump-in-the-closet for being extremely cool and having the best OCs and writing. And also listening to my little sicko OC rants!

@whumpcloud has literally some of the best whump stories I've ever read like god! I go feral for their characters.

@zillastar13 has extremely amazing writing and very good taste. Love their art!

Anything you'd like to add? <3

Lowkey I think we as a community need more transgender characters. In any role. I just need to see more guys who are transgender. Who get a little funky with their gender. Who maybe even have their transsexuality impact the story in some way. Same for like, characters of color and female characters. I'd love to see whumpees with lots of different backstories and female characters in lots of different roles in the narrative. I personally don't think that the violence that women and minorities face in real life necessarily has to be analogous to the violence faced by a character in a story. I know it can go very badly but it can get a little tiring sometimes to only find stories with cis white male characters. Variety pls.

It was awesome to have you here, Kira! Thanks for stopping by!

And to all you folks at home, have a whump-derful day!

#whump interviews #whump spotlight #whump community #lets talk whump

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irish-trash-cash · 2 years

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Higher, Higher

The Batman (2022) Oz Cobblepot x OC/Reader

Word Count: 4,600

Listen, this is just self-indulgent garbage- I’ve read every fic for Oz on this entire site and I love all of them but none really have what I need, so take this I guess. Am I embarrassed that I want to fuck this old man? Yes. But my Daddy Issues are about to become everyone else’s problem because I might start writing more.

This includes an OC named “Nell” because I’m god-awful at writing reader-inserts. However I describe Nell as she/they, and I don’t use any real physical descriptors. I also threw a little surprise Zsasz in. If you like this and want more, feel free to drop a request or leave a comment because I write for a lot of characters and I love sinking time into writing things like this.

Warnings: Sexual content, strong language, alcohol consumption, tobacco use.

“You asleep over there, Hon?”

Nell snaps awake- fuck, they must’ve dozed off. The pounding bass and flashing light from the floors below blurred their thoughts. A glance at the clock told them it was only 11:00- probably five hours until the club will start clearing out. A glance across to Oz confirmed that he was still working on the bi-weekly expenses- a stack of paper the size of a textbook remained. For a moment Nell wondered why he didn’t just hire an accountant. Eight years of being his bodyguard and they never truly got used to the endeavor of sitting in Oz’s office while he juggled fucking finances.

“Sorry, Oz.” Nell replied, and she’s caught off-guard by how evident the exhaustion is in her voice. “Remind me why you haven’t hired a fucking accountant.”

Oz barks out a laugh, and Nell smiles as she catches the glint of his gold incisors in the low light. He looks good. He’d worn a claret velvet jacket, a black bow tie and crisp white shirt beneath.

“Tried to get one a couple years ago, but I seem to recall you throwing him out the door after two weeks. Something about money laundering.” he replies, shaking his head. “Besides, this gives me a chance to relax- and you too.”

Oz’s eyes don’t leave the paper in his hands as he talks, and Nell knows he’s right. She’s meant to stay with him at all times- it’s her job, after all. But he’s more than safe here- she can come and go as she pleases while they’re in the confines of the Club or his office or even the 44 below. Sure, there’s more productive things she could do besides sit around and watch him as he thumbs through stacks of paper. But they’ve grown to enjoy each other’s company, so she stays.

After a moment he reaches to the nearby ashtray for his abandoned cigar and relights it, savoring the sweet smoke before handing it over to her. Nell takes it, fingertips brushing his for a moment before he pulls away, returning to his work. She takes a sip of her untouched and now very warm whisky before taking a hit and fuck, the tip of the cigar is wet from Oz’s mouth, and she wonders why the taste of him is making her head spin more than the actual tobacco.

For a while she just watches him and thinks. It’s been eight years since she was assigned as Oz’s bodyguard- thirteen since she started working for Maroni, and now Falcone. And yet in eight years she never expected her partnership with Oz to get to this point. The low glances and lingering touches over the years surely meant something, right? And for a moment her mind drifts to the early mornings after hours, sharing the loveseat in his office, entertaining him with stories about her time as a boxer while he files reports- a hand on her leg as he reaches to pour her another double of expensive bourbon-

“Nell.” Oz interjects with a swift snap of his fingers, and their gazes meet. He looks tired, warm eyes heavy-lidded with the exhaustion of having to deal with paperwork all night. “We gotta go.” Oz tilts his head toward the flashing light on the side table- Nell recognizes it as a summons to Falcone.

In a moment they’re making their way down the hall, music much more deafening than in Oz’s office. Nell steps into stride beside him- careful to make sure she isn’t moving too fast. Oz follows, giving a smile and a greeting to every person that recognizes him- which was almost everyone. Nell just keeps a straight face and makes sure no one gets too close for his comfort. She’s not sociable like Oz, and it makes her severely uncomfortable when a patron even recognizes her as his bodyguard.

Oz is amused by this, of course. He loves to keep an eye on her whenever they have to weave through the club. One wrong move and Nell’s there, shoulders squared and ready to beat someone half to death because they called him “Penguin.” He liked that about her. Even now as he greets a man who reaches for his hand, he can see Nell watching, shoulders relaxed and ready to strike. Their gazes meet for a moment before they continue on and fuck, he wishes he could catch them in that look more- eyes half-lidded and pupils blown.

Focus, Oz.

He can’t imagine what Falcone needs him for, but he hopes it’s quick- he enjoys getting to spend these nights with Nell in the privacy of his office. He enjoys letting her relax, even for a moment, and he wished there was more he could do to help her loosen up.

“Wait here, Hon, I won’t be long.” He assures Nell, who nods at him and takes a place leaning against the wall, opposite Carmine’s own bodyguard as Oz disappears behind the door.

“So, how’s the bird?” Zsasz asks, raising a brow at Nell. She rolls her eyes in response and says simply-

“Oblivious as ever.”

Nell and Zsasz didn’t see each other often- but often enough to enjoy the other’s company. Was he a friend? No. But he’s the only one she’d trust- besides a few of the showgirls- knowing about her situation with Oz. How over time their partnership grew from one of frustration and resentment, to that of close friends. Nell had told him how she felt about Oz- how she’d begun to feel toward him. How often she thought about his smile and his pet names and having his attention. Just thinking about it was making her feel warm.

Zsasz thought it was charming that they wanted to fuck their boss.

“You want me to talk some sense into him?” Zsasz offered. “Hey Oz! How long do you think it’s been since Nell got laid?” That earned him a hard knock on the shoulder.

“He would be appalled.” Nell states with a sneer, checking the hall to make sure no one could hear them and taking a step closer. Nell isn’t very tall- she and Oz are practically the same height- and yet Zsasz, deadly as he is, stands at easily a few inches shorter than her.

“Why don’t you just fucking talk to him then?” Zsasz asks, voice hushed. “It’s embarrassingly clear that you’re into each other.” he laughs.

Nell contemplates his words for a moment. She couldn’t just tell Oz though. She’d rather die than confess to her boss that she desired him in any way- let alone wanted to fuck his brains out. Her job was to protect him- a job that couldn’t allow distractions- and yet when they were apart, when Nell was in the confines of her own apartment, she thought of Oz. Imagining her hands were his, thinking of the way he speaks to her- the way he looks at her. She wanted so badly to just touch him, kiss him- she could feel herself flush at the thought of his hands on her waist and lips on her neck, tugging her impossibly close-

And Zsasz is right. Oz’s actions spoke volumes- anyone could see it. He wanted her close, even when he knew he was safe in the confines of the Lounge. He’d call her Doll and Sweetheart and Honey. He bought her three-piece suits and jewelry- a car- always saying she just “deserves something nice” for “watching his back.” In turn, he’d learned to pick up on when she was on edge or anxious, placing a hand on the small of her back or on her upper arm, whispering words of reassurance to her with a gold-toothed grin. He listened to her- he respected her. He didn’t treat her like just another member of fucking Security.

But did he think about her though? Did she occupy his thoughts in the early hours of the morning? Did he ever imagine his hands were hers, or sit in his office after sending her home and wonder what would happen if he asked her to stay? Nell wasn’t sure. And the fear of not knowing was enough excuse to keep quiet about it.

“Sounds like someone needs to intervene, Nellie.” Zsasz interrupts her thoughts with a low chuckle, and Nell scrunches her nose at the nickname. That wasn’t like him- and Nell is even more surprised when Zsasz reaches forward and places a hand on her hip. He leans in close and Nell moves quick to shove him away, grabbing him by the collar- but her back hits the wall and-

The door to Falcone’s office opens and Oz is greeted with Nell, face flushed, and Zsasz, clutching the lapels of her jacket as he leans up close to her against the hall.

It wasn’t a problem- he didn’t give a fuck who fraternized with whom, as long as it didn’t affect business. But Nell? Oz feels something pang in his chest at the sight of them in the arms of Zsasz, of all people. He wishes it were him- wishes Nell would dig their fists into his collar and pull him that close.

It’s not his fucking business who Nell decided to spend their time with, though. But maybe he’d been misreading them all these years- maybe they didn’t really feel anything for him outside the life of luxury and a fat paycheck.

“You good?” Oz says nonchalantly, as he gestures for her to join him back downstairs. But there’s venom in his words, and Nell feels absolutely mortified as she shoves Zsasz away, none too kindly. The man just chuckles and offers a near-silent “you’re welcome” as Nell walks away, taking up stride beside Oz.

The walk back to his office is different. Oz is tense. He doesn’t say hello or shake any hands- he just moves along at his usual pace, carving a path through the crowd of people with ease. It’s not hard for Nell to keep up with him, and as she follows she wonders what she’ll even say. She wonders what he must think of her.

Oz relights his cigar as soon as they reach the office, immediately taking a seat and picking up where he left off with his paperwork. Nell stands in the doorway for a moment- she really doesn’t know what to do. Oz loosens his tie, pulling it off after a moment and undoing the top few buttons of his shirt, giving Nell a glimpse of the heavy gold chain he wore around his neck

“You gonna sit down? Because you’re more than welcome to go back upstairs and hang out with Zsasz.” Oz asks, and he doesn’t even look up at her. Nell sighs and makes her way around the table, taking a seat next to Oz. The loveseat is barely big enough for the two of them, and her arm brushes his for a moment as she sits back, smoothing her palms over her black suit pants.

“Oz-”

“I don’t need an explanation, Honey.” He says, calm as ever.

Nell doesn’t like this- she doesn’t want this. It’s been ten fucking minutes and he’s already giving her the cold shoulder? She wishes he’d be mad- she knows he wants to be. But he seems perfectly content accepting that she and Zsasz have something going on- and Nell’s heart deflates as she realizes he might just be used to being rejected. The music blasting from downstairs is too loud for her to even think. What should she do- what should she say-

“I’m not- I’m not interested in Zsasz, Oz.” she explains.

“Alright.” Oz brushes her off once again. “He didn’t seem like your type anyways.”

He’s absolutely not

“Oz-” Nell sighs, and he turns to her, relaxing a moment as he tosses down his papers and their eyes meet. He still looks exhausted but there’s something more to it. Nell opens her mouth to say something but quickly closes it again as she tenses her hands. What should she say? A moment of silence and he raises his eyebrows at her, expecting a response that will likely never come.

Oz studies Nell’s face as they think- their eyes practically sparkle with the reflection of the lights from the club downstairs and fuck, did they always have that many freckles? Dotting across their cheekbones and ears, a few disappearing under their open collar. They’re fucking stunning.

“Oz,” Nell’s voice wavers as he searches their face, and they sound nearly breathless. He’s so close they can smell his cologne and the smoke from his forgotten cigar makes their eyes water. She knows he wants this- knows he wants her. Nell isn’t good at talking, especially when it comes to something this personal but-

Fuck it

Ambivalently, Nell leans forward and kisses him. The feeling of Oz’s scar on her lips is unfamiliar but so comfortable, and she closes her eyes as Oz leans into her. He responds almost instantly, like he was waiting for them to make a move- and Nell’s head spins as large hands grab her waist, pulling her closer. She obliges, bringing her hands up to hold his face and deepening the kiss, their noses bumping awkwardly in their eagerness. Oz leans further into her even as she pulls away, and Nell stops him with a hand to his chest- reveling in the feel of his velvet jacket and dragging her hand down to settle on his side.

“Someone could see us-“ Nell warns with a gasp, as Oz leans into her. The lack of a door to his office wasn’t helping her anxiety, but she gave into him still- placing her arms over his shoulders and pulling him in to press a kiss to her neck.

Oz ignores her, continuing his ministrations as he snakes an arm around her waist, the other dipping low to grab at her soft thigh. Nell can’t fucking help herself as she turns, sliding into his lap, straddling his hips, and- fuck, sitting on him is immediately more comfortable. She’s been physically close to Oz before but this was something else. He’s so soft and warm, and Nell moans into his mouth as he kisses her again. They’re completely pressed against one another now, and Nell finds it hard to even breathe as she glides her tongue over Oz’s lower lip, smiling into the kiss as she bites down.

Oz takes that in turn and slides both palms to her hips, tugging her down to fully sit in his lap.

“Fuck, Doll, you feel what you’ve been doin’ to me?” He asks, voice hushed and breath heavy as Nell grinds down onto him. And she sighs as he rubs up right there- but it’s not enough. Nell lets out an embarrassing whine as her hands roam Oz’s chest, grabbing a fistful of his collar, working down a few more buttons.

Oz leans forward, moving Nell with him as he grabs at the back of their suit jacket, his opposite hand trailing up the inside of their leg and rubbing his fingertips hard into the apex of their thighs, gold teeth grazing their collarbone before taking a bite- hand moving up their back, around to palm their chest and-

“Oh fuck me- I forgot you’re strapped.”

Nell lets out a genuine laugh at that- tossing her head back as Oz swiftly pulls his hand away from her side-arm. With a smile on his face, Oz kisses her, hands settling on her waist as she removes her jacket and the holster under her arm. They separate again when she pulls it over her head, pausing for a moment to figure out just where to put it.

“You really wanna do this right now, Sweetheart?” Oz inquires, running a hand down her thigh. Still in his lap, Nell turns to place her side-arm on the nearby table before returning to him. Oz looks like a mess- he’s looking up at her with those warm eyes, half-lidded, breathing heavily as his hands clench at the soft flesh of her hips. Both his hair and collar are mussed, and Nell smiles at the thought of him looking this way just because of her.

“You really wanna wait for everyone to clear out?” Nell asks, looking at the clock. It’s only a little past midnight. As she does so, Oz untucks the back of her shirt and finally, finally, grazes a rough hand over her lower back- and Nell shudders, nearly letting out a moan as she arches into the touch, hips canting over him. Their movements are rushed- they both know someone could walk in at any moment- but the thought doesn’t stop either of their wandering hands moving to undress each other as little as they could.

It takes everything in Oz not to rip Nell’s shirt buttons clean off but he’s patient, he takes his time, and after a moment he’s rewarded with the open skin of her neck and chest as she unclasps the front of her binder- a reminder that she’s supposed to be working right now.

“Fuck-” Nell gasps as Oz sucks a dark mark into the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, tongue running over her skin before moving lower to leave another. All the while Nell reaches down and fumbles with his suspenders, earning a shuddering gasp as she impatiently palms him through his pants. He’s so fucking hard and pushing up into her hand as she pulls away. Oz watches, face flushed as Nell stands, shimmying out of their pants, and Oz focuses on the show of skin- thick thighs just asking for him to take a fucking bite- and for a moment Oz worries because there’s no way he’ll last if they just have their way with him on the couch in his office.

He’s infinitely more concerned for himself when Nell drops to their knees in front of him.

“Come here-” Nell nearly begs as she wraps her hands behind his knees and pulls- sliding his hips forward and letting him relax into the loveseat. Oz can hardly contain himself as she reaches up, working at the buttons of his pants.

“Nellie, I don’t wanna disappoint you Honey, but if you keep doing that I’m-” Oz’s sentence is cut short as she pulls him from his pants and just looks at him for a second, licking their lips and giving him an experimental squeeze before leaning forward and running her tongue up the underside. Oz throws his head back, a hand coming up to grab Nell’s hair as they suck the tip into their mouth, swirling their tongue over it, tasting him-

Fuck.

He stops Nell with a gasp- grabbing her face in both his hands to keep still, waiting a moment before he finally moves to look at her. She’s obedient as ever- looking up at him through thick eyelashes with their soft lips wrapped around him. Their eyes meet and Nell smirks, opening her mouth just enough to let their tongue loll out and lick across the base as she takes him deeper, and Oz gasps, pulling her off him with a pop.

Nell moves up to kiss Oz desperately. He tastes like whisky and vanilla and it’s intoxicating- and it’s Oz’s turn to let out a near-moan when Nell pulls away and spits onto him before reaching down and coating it with a gentle stroke of her hand.

“How long’s it been since someone took care of you, Honey?” Oz practically purrs, hands sliding under Nell’s thighs to move them forward so they’re kneeling over him again. He takes a moment to feel their curves, palms gliding over their thighs and giving a squeeze before moving further. Oz palms the small of her back as his fingers ghost over her, swiping through the slick between her legs.

“You know how long I’ve wanted this? How much I wanna fucking spoil you?” Oz’s voice is barely above a whisper, lips brushing their sternum as he slides a thick finger into them, and Nell lets out a shameless moan as he presses forward until she’s grabbing at his shoulders for support as she hovers over his lap. Oz takes that opportunity to suck a mark into the soft skin of her chest as he pulls out, adding a second finger and fucking growling at how tight she is. He moves to another spot on her chest then, biting her hard as he fucked her slowly, curling his fingers into her. Nell expected to be humiliated by Oz’ enthusiasm but being at the center of his attention was- hot.

“You’re so fucking wet, Sweetheart.” Oz croons, pressing a kiss to her throat. It’s too much- feeling the drag of his tongue and teeth over her pulse as his thick fingers stretch her open. His other hand moves to rub circles into her peak, the feel of the ice-cold chain around his wrist burning her warm thigh. Nell can’t help but whine his name as she comes fast, grabbing the back of the loveseat as she shudders, knees shaking and breath unsteady. And Oz, goddamn him, is smiling up at her, flashing that gold-toothed grin as he uses his fingers to fuck her through it before bringing his hand up and tasting her.

“Fuck, Oz, please-“ Nell chokes out, grinding against him. He’s still so hard- how could he not be- and he can’t possibly say no to them- not when they’re begging to take him for a ride. He doesn’t even bother with his pants- pulling them only halfway down his thighs before guiding Nell’s hips, fingers biting into them as they slide down and fuck. They’re so tight and warm as he pushes in and- Oz can’t find the words to tell Nell to stop as they take him to the fucking hilt- so he just grips their hips tighter, keeping them still while he’s fully inside them.

Nell whines, canting her hips, and Oz’ eyes roll back at the feeling. He knows she’s stronger than him- he knows she could move his hands away and fuck him right if she really wanted, but she’s holding back for him, and Oz finds it so endearing.

Nell can’t hold back for long though, and after a moment he lets her lift her hips, pulling nearly off him before sliding back down- and Oz is seeing stars, hands roaming as she sets a pace before resting on the curve of her back. Nell looks at him and gloats as she takes in his expression, eyes shut and trying desperately to concentrate as she bounces in his fucking lap. He fits her perfectly, and she’s never felt so- so full before. She angles her hips forward, grinding into him, letting out a gasp as he brushes up right there, and Oz moans into her neck, biting down on her once more.

“Jesus, fuck, Oz I’m-“ Nell tries to warn him but she can’t seem to form words as she comes again, thighs squeezing Oz’s hips as she chases the high- his hands grabbing hard enough to bruise as he drags her to meet his hips. She’s hot and wet and gripping him like a vice, and he knows he isn’t going to last much longer with her continuing to ride him through it, unwavering.

Oz doesn’t ask where she wants it- he’s too caught up in the way she’s whining on top of him as she comes, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. He loves seeing her like this- his fucking personal guard, all rough and intimidating, falling apart in his arms as they come with his name on their lips.

“Good girl- good fuckin’ girl-“ Oz praises, pulling Nell down onto his hips as he finishes, moaning against their skin as he just fucking fills them, reveling in the feel of his spend leaking out, coating him, dripping onto the couch below. It takes Oz a second to even remember where they are- the loud music and flashing lights now much more evident from downstairs. Nell looks spent, a thin sheen of sweat glossing their skin and a concerned look on their face.

“Was that okay, I-“ she starts, but Oz interrupts her by pulling her toward him, their lips meeting in a surprisingly gentle gesture. Nell hums as he pulls away, hand remaining on their face as the other smooths over the blooming bruises on their thigh.

“Jesus, Nellie, look at you-“ Oz starts, brushing a thumb over an angry, red bite mark on her neck. For a moment they just look at each other before Nell takes a breath, smoothing her hands over his chest and relaxing into his lap.

“I can’t believe you’d think I have something going on with Zsasz.” Nell chastises, earning a chuckle from Oz. She leans in and kisses his cheek, a hand on his face, before sliding off him and tugging on her boxers while Oz straightens himself out. Their silence is awkward- at least to Nell- and she worries about what to do now as she buttons her shirt, pulls her pants on, retrieves her side arm from the table-

“I don’t think I need to tell you this-“ Oz starts, and he’s practically back to normal when Nell turns to him, hair and tie straightened out and shirt only slightly disheveled. He’s reaching for one of the decanters under the table as he talks, and Nell panics about what he might have to say.

“If this isn’t okay we can just-“ She can’t stop herself from interrupting.

“Doll, you have no idea how long I’ve had eyes for ya’.” Oz surprises her with his words. Sure, she’s known for a while that there was attraction between them but the thought of them being serious? She figured Oz could never entertain the idea. “I’d just prefer it if Falcone didn’t find out about us.”

Nell smiles genuinely before looking down to hide their face as they fix their tie, and Oz stands then, retrieving Nell’s jacket from the floor and allowing her to put it on. He reaches forward, straightens out their collar and smooths down their lapels before their eyes meet.

“I’m bad at this, Oz.” Nell whispers, bringing her hands up to grab his jacket- just to hold onto him somehow.

“I don’t care if you’re bad at it, Honey- we’ll just be real quiet about it when Carmine’s around.” and Nell takes a moment to admire the way he smiles at her before leaning in to kiss him. This time there’s no rush to it- no desperation in the way they pull each other close- and Nell smiles against his lips as she wraps her arms around him.

“I can do that, Boss.”

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kyasarinkishinuma · 8 months

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Hello everybody! I am looking for someone to do a Final Fantasy 7 match-up with me! (I play as a canon character who's matched with your OC, and you play as the canon character who's matched with my OC.) I'm looking for romance with a fun and compelling story!

Here are a couple things about me! I've been roleplaying for over 10 years now. I'm a full time student in real life so the consistency of my replies will depend on how busy I am. I need a partner who is understanding of that. Additionally, I don't want a 'silent' partner, I love talking OOC and bonding over our shared interest and coming up with new ideas together!

The genres I'm looking for are slice of life, drama and adventure and romance. I'm not really here for intense, dragged out fight scenes, I'm more of a roleplayer who will really dig deep into the psyches of our characters, their thoughts, emotions, morals, dreams and conflicts.

If I've caught your attention, just send me a message mentioning your fav ff7 character 🙂

**What my writing looks like**

"You know... In a way, I think I always knew this would happen." Him going back to the place that had haunted him all this time? The place where he had tasted his first blood... Where his life had changed forever and he had known he could never know back. Him going back to this place... To help Emilia Smith fulfill the role she was meant to fulfill, and to sacrifice himself along the way. "I saw it. The Sight showed me. I guess... It was planned out for me all along. But loving you... That wasn't planned out, Emilia. That was me." A pained grin, as his golden eyes drank in her disheveled appearance one last time. Bicoloured eyes, blond hair that shined like fire when it kissed the sunlight she looked so fucking beautiful in. Her shy giggles, loving smiles, evil smirks. All of it... All of her. He had chosen to love her knowing deep down that this was how it would end. That he would die. That it would *hurt*. But he... had chosen to love her anyway. "This wasn't what I wanted. But... *At least loving you was of my own free will.*"

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glitxd-shenanigan · 6 months

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4-10, 45-50 -✳️

*breaks hands* here we go

4. Which cryptid do you believe in? I don't believe in them, BUT I do love the Ningen! They look silly.

5. What color are your eyes? They look black but they're actually deep brown when under the sunlight! 6. Why did you do that? I'm gonna assume that this is about art. I used to do art as a way to cope, I also used to make stories, OCs and universes for the same reason too. I was so deep in my own world that I would pretend that my characters are in the same room comforting me. My journals would have sticky notes where each colored notes represents my OCs and my mental "therapist", Vantrince, assessing and unraveling my distorted thoughts. Unknowingly I've done self CBT therapy to myself lol. My mental recovery has been slow but I'm doing way better now and I've been out from my own world for years! Now I do art as a passion, and since creating makes me happy I never plan on stopping ^^

7. Hair ties or scrunchies? My hair is too short for that... but I guess scrunchies??

8. How many water bottles are in your room right now? Two. One for my water and another to fulfill my caffeine addiction 9. Hot coffee or cold coffee? Cold....... even when my office is -5 degrees celcius. 10. Would you slaugher the rich? Depends. If we're talking about my CEO and those filthy rich corporate assholes then yes.

45. Can you remember what happened yesterday? One of my friend is having a hiccup spree and couldn't stop for a few hours. Even after it stopped, it returns quick. So another of my friend and I looked up the side effects of hiccups... apparently you could get depressed from that? That one leads to more discoveries and it made us laugh for like 2 hours.

46. Favorite holiday film? Nightmare before christmas 💯 💯 💯

47. Last message you sent?

48. When did you first try an alcoholic beverage? I only started drinking two years ago, only socially though. But I have another story that kinda relates to this lol- My first alcoholic experience was back in elementary school or junior high school... on accident of course. My dad have some expensive chocolate that his friend brought him. There were four flavors, three of them were pretty standard but one of them tasted weird. My dad then went into my room and asked if I ate some of his chocolates, apparently one of them has whiskey in it 💀💀💀and it was the weird one

49. Can you skip rocks? Never tried so I don't know!

50. Can I tag you in random stuff? Yes please, it made me feel wanted TvT

#Ask Game #This was fun ahah

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Hellooo!!! I shied away from asking this to not bother you but, what is the writing of a character? (hope that makes sense) I've never looked at it the way others do nor have I paid attention enough to have a solid idea of it... So I was wondering if you could give me an explanation of it? It doesn't have to be much!! Especially if you don't have much to say but, I figured you definitely understand it a LOT more than I do enough to be talking about it the way you do lol. So please take ur time!

Well that's. A question alright. I'm not sure what kind of reply you expect - I assume not a deeply philosophical one?

I honestly want to be helpful and give you an answer that might help you figure it out, but I don't know where to start or what to say, frankly.

Well hey, if you want an insight in how I wrote some of my characters, some of my OC-tober participations might make sense to plug here, such as Day 1, additionally Day 5+6, and the upcoming Day 19 which I definitely didn't write in advance because I'll be in Spain then. That being said, those are deeply personal stream-of-consciousness posts about my own characters I'm obsessed with.

And they don't encompass everything that goes into the writing of a character. The reason I'm mentioning my own OCs is because the way I look at it is this: characters are... written... by people.

That being said, "the writing of a character" can differ from "their assumed backstory". The "writing of a character" is what is present in the text or on-screen. It's their dialogue, the way they move, the amount of scenes they're in, the kind of scenes they're in, and such. The writing of a character is what of the character is presented to the audience.

So for example, you might say that a character a creator thought of with a super interesting backstory, but whose backstory is only ever hinted at awkwardly if at all, to the point the audience misunderstands it or doesn't even understand it's there, is badly written. Even if the backstory in the author's mind is super cool, the way the character was written into the story was bad and did them a disservice. A more obvious example would be a character whose personality and story are unclear, who's inconsistent, who's only ever on-screen when it's convenient to the plot - probably not a well written character.

On the other hand, you might say a character is well written if their backstory is presented to the audience at a tasteful rhythm or at the right time, making it an engaging story to discover. You might also say a character is well written if their story arc is completed and makes full sense.

I guess I'd say the writing of a character is a mixture of the amount and quality of thought that was put into their creation, and most importantly of the ways in which they are showcased to the audience. A character with a boring backstory can still be well written if their role in the story is satisfying and logical. A character with a "boring personality" can still be well written if the ways in which they are boring don't impact the flow of the story negatively, and if the audience is made to understand why they're "boring" enough to not be shocked by it.

Being a writer takes a lot of skill! It's not just about thinking up a cool character or writing nice sentences, it also requires building entire worlds and balancing everything that exists within them well. It requires understanding your own ideas and where they're going. It means using the right tools so that your audience understands and appreciates your characters all throughout. Few are perfect at it.

#why can't i be more succinct #ask

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Potter (OC Concept) OUTDATED!!!!

This is the man. The one who I would like to be the main character in my little story.

•Name•

The name of this guy is “Potter”. A simple name that I think fits with him. It took me a few years to come up with a name that I liked. His original name was “Cadaver” but for some odd reason I didn’t like the way it was pronounced. I wanted his name to be a reference to a corpse since his head is a skull but had trouble finding names since many parents don’t name their children after a dead body, funny isn’t it? I forgot the exact moment it happened, but I’m sure I was in class when I discovered what a “Potter’s Field” was, which is a cemetery if you’re not aware, it clicked, this has to be his name.

•Appearance and Body•

I should start off by saying that he is not a skeleton. That “skull” that surrounds his head is actually an exoskeleton that takes on an appearance of a human skull, though it is bigger and harder than an actual human skull. However, the rest of his body is slender and covered in dark skin. He has a regular human body just like you and me with an actual skeleton under his body. Funny to think but maybe he has a skull underneath his skull. I should mention that he doesn’t have any hair on his body, which is why he prefers to be in warmer areas than colder areas.

•Personality and Goals•

Here’s the thing, I don’t really know what his goals should be. For now, I guess his goal is on hold or in other words: his goal is to try to just live life. He’s just a gloomy guy but he does have things to enjoy and is able to express emotions, albeit most of his expressions are just a tired look. Somehow, he was able to get eye bags on his exoskeleton, probably due to minor insomnia. He doesn’t mind working at his job, maybe if it were more interesting then maybe he would like it more; good things there’s friends. Most of his friends work at the same job as him, well, that’s how he made friends. He is also friends with Scratch!

(this is old concept art, back then he was actually a skeleton)

•Some Biometrics•

-Age: 23

-Height: 5 foot 11 inches

-Weight: 134 lbs

•Likes•

He likes a good vacation break; back when he was in school: he would enjoy Christmas and thanksgiving breaks the most. There was something special about breaks to him. Other than that, he likes to enjoy the scenery and his surroundings. Just watching TV is an option, but why do that when you can go to the place yourself. If he had to pick a genre of music, it would probably be the blues or smooth jazz. One of his favorite songs would be “Almost Blue” by Chet Baker. A man’s taste in music can show a lot about them is what some may say.

•Dislikes•

Potter really hates drawing blood, he never really had a liking to needles and that is why he doesn’t like the doctor’s office. Another pet peeve are dry conversations. Since Potter is really bad at making conversations or keeping them alive, it is really rare that he has a good time talking to random people. It is not that he doesn’t enjoy talking to people, it is the fact that most conversations are really uncomfortable and awkward, but he can try.

That is all for now! Thanks for taking the time to read this blog, it was really fun making this. I can now see why one of my friends started writing as a hobby now. Take care and God bless y’all :)

#illustration art #artists on tumblr #art #illustration #my art #original post #oc artwork #original character #character concept #character design #traditional art #traditional drawing

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Going Home - Michael Gray

Main Masterlist // Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Summary: After his cousin and mother sent him to America Michael was angry with them but then he meet you. Then you guys go back to Birmingham with your kids and another on the way

AN: I haven’t seen season five but I know Michael isn’t the best character. And Gina doesn’t exist in this and John is alive. Also don’t judge me if i get anything wrong from the show.

Pairing: Michael Gray x Female!OC

Warnings: Pregnancy, Language, angst, alcohol

YOU and Michael met when he came to America. When he first arrived in America he was pretty pissed as his cousin and his mom sending him there. Plus he barely had no way to contact them and he knew they wouldn’t contact him either. He would probably stay there for the rest of his life he thought. He was bitter for the first weeks he was just angry and always mad at people. Until he met you.

You were working as a seamstress who makes suits and etc. in her own store. He ran into you on the streets and he was about to yell at you before he actually got a chance to look at you. He apologized for bumping into you and you waved it off and accepted his apology.

He suggested walking you back to the store you worked at. You blushed and nodded clearly smitten by him and everything he does and the way he spoke. He was smitten as well. On the way to the shop you almost tripped but he caught you. He thought how clumsy you were was very cute and the way you blushed when he caught you. As you were nearing your shop you said farewell to each other feeling sad he was leaving already.

But he came in the next day asking for a suit with a smirk on his face which made you get butterflies in your stomach like from the day before. You thought you’d never see this mad again in your life but apparently he wanted to see you again. You agreed on making him a suit and he asked you to dinner that night and you agreed feeling real giddy as you jumping around in your head.

You got your best dress and did your hair and make up real nice. You wanted to impress him but what you didn’t know you already made a great impression on him. He looked real nice as well as he put a different suit on but he looked real good. He took you to a nice restaurant and got you the best food there and it tasted good. You talked about your lives like how your father ran out on your mom and she became a single mother. And you always admired her. You weren’t that tough of a child to raise and you were a single child which made it easier.

He told you the story of him growing up in a village and that his name was Henry and then Tommy found him explaining his family wasn’t really his family. He moved to Birmingham and met his mom and cousins who got along until he came to America you didn’t ask why because it seemed like a sensitive topic.

After that night you guys were like glue, always at each other’s sides, going on dates every week. And two months later he asked you to move in with him and you were shocked but agreed with a smile and you already loved him so much.

Then not even a month later you were pregnant with your first child and you were scared to tell him. You hadn’t even told him you loved him. You didn’t even know if he wanted kids. but when you were about to tell him the big news he blurted out he loved you. You were shocked shocked but also very giddy and you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him happily saying you loved him as well.

You told him you were pregnant and hoped he wouldn’t be mad. And he wasn’t. He was a little surprised but happy nonetheless He asked you to marry him which you scoffed and rolled your eyes saying he only wanted to marry because you were pregnant. And you guys only knew each other for three months. But he told you that ‘you loved me and I love so why the hell not’. You thought about it for a few days and agreed wanting to do it as soon as possible so that you would be able to fit your wedding dress only being a months pregnant.

You got married a week after with your mom being the only one there. You gelt like the happiest girl alive.

Then months later you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. And Michael suggested the name Anna saying it was his sisters name. You agreed because a few months earlier he told you he never met his sister and she died. Plus you thought it was a good name.

You got pregnant about 6 months later. God it felt like your family was growing every day. When you told you felt happy but he was even happier

The midwife also told you it was twins which as an even bigger shock and you were a little scared since it was two instead of one. Not only pushing one kids out but two. You only went through it once and it hurt then. But now twice the pain. Michael reassured you that you were strong woman and you could do it.

Three months later you being eight months pregnant and looked like you were about to pop, Michael told you some news. You found out you were pregnant at four months. It surprised it took so long for you to find out.

“My mom wants me to go back to Birmingham,” He told you one night when you guys were cuddling. You only asked about his family a few times and he told you almost everything about them. That they were blinders and his mother and cousin sent him here. You were kind of angry but happy because you wouldn’t have met him if they didn’t send him here. He told you about the Italians and you didn’t blame him for any of it since he thought his mom was still mad at Tommy and that’s why he didn’t tell him. Plus it was in the past and he hadn’t done anything to you to prove he was a monster.

“Why does she want you to come now,” You asked as you looked up at him. You heard about his mom and she seemed like nice person and you didn’t want hold a grudge against for what happened. But you wanted to be on Michaels side as well. But it seemed he gotten over it as well. But he had a little anger in the pit of his stomach that he could ignore.

“She says that she wants to settle things between us,” Michael explains looking down at you with love in his eyes. You both layer in silence for a second.

“So what are you going to do,” You asked as you traced your fingers along his chest.

“I think I should go,” He replied. “Patch things up with the family.”

“Well if you’re going I’m going,” You beamed while looking up at him with a smile on your face.

“Nope,” He disapproved and you looked up at him with a shocked look on your face.

“What why not,” You pouted whole looking up at him.

“Sweetheart you look like you are about to pop and I don’t want you to get hurt,” He cooed you in a stern voice. You knew that he was worried about you.

“I know but I want to meet your family and I want to make sure your okay while you’re there as well,” You told him. He didn’t seem faltered by your words. “Okay how about this if I feel like somethings wrong tomorrow I’ll stay with Anna if not we both go with you. And I won’t put my self in stressful situations,” You offered. He let out a deep sigh before being his hand up to rub his eyes.

“Fine,” he grumbled but before you could cheer he put his hand up. “But we make sure not to put you in ANY stressful situations,” He approves with a stern tone in his voice.

“Ok yep agreed,” You agreed happily with a smile on your face. A wave of tiredness crossed over you. “Let’s get to bed,” You yawned before curling into Michael.

Before you fell you asleep you heard a soft voice “I love you,”

As You Michael and Anna got arrived in Birmingham you started to feel nervous wondering what his family was like in person.

Michael told you that they were dangerous but to not be afraid because they wouldn’t hurt you.

You guys were on the train on your way to Small Heath. As you promised you didn’t put yourself in stressful situations. You were starting to feel a bit uncomfortable on the train and hoped you would get there soon.

Once the train stopped Michael tapped you on the shoulder when he noticed you didn’t get up.

“Come one love we’re here,” Michael coos as he stands pulling his daughter up with him.

You let out a yawn and stood up and stretched. God you could barely move without taking everything out.

“Ok I’m ready,” You sighed and looked at your daughter sleeping in Michaels arms.

Even though she was a little past 1 years old and knew how to walk she loved being in her dads arms. You smile at the two them.

Anna stirred in her sleep and rubbed her eyes with her tiny hands.

“Hey Anna were here,” Michael whispered to his daughter with a smile painted his lips. Anna smile and let out a little giggle.

“Daddy,” Anna let out. She has been saying some words ever since she turned a year and would try to form sentences.

You and Michael shared smiles before walking out onto the platform. He put Anna down. You guys where nervous about letting her walk but Michael held to her hand. You stood to his side while Anna was on his other.

You could tell he was nervous about seeing his mother.

“It’ll be ok Michael,” You whispered in his ear wrapping your hand around his.

Michael nodded doubt running through his veins. He felt extremely nervous about seeings his family again. And about them seeing you and Anna as well.

Then you saw Michael stare at a women with dark hair and high cheek bones. You guessed that was his mother.

“Stay here,” Michael whispered to you and put Anna’s hand in your own. You nodded and watched him walk towards the woman.

You saw that they talked for a minute then a smile was spread across the woman’s face as she hugged him. You saw Michael relax and hug her back.

You let out a smile at the reunion.

“Up,” Anna raised her arms indicating she wanted to be held. You laughed a little and bent down being careful of your belly and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around you watching out for your belly. She let out a little smile and played with your hair.

You looked up and saw that Michael and Polly were walking over to you. You would say you were nervous but that would be an understatement. She looked like a very intimidating woman and you’ve heard a lot about her from Michael.

“Mom this Y/N my wife,” Michael introduced two of you and pointed to your daughter. “And this is our daughter Anna.”

Michaels mom, Polly, looked at your daughter who was resting her head on your shoulder feeling a tad tired. You noticed that Polly was getting a bit teary eyed.

“Nice to meet y-you I’ve heard good things about you,” You stuttered a bit feeling nervous about meeting your husbands mother. She looked like she could be very intimidating at some points but now she hasn’t done anything to make you feel like that.

You put your hand out to shake but she pulls you in for a hug which was kind of uncomfortable with your belly and your daughter in your arms but you tried to hug back anyways. You didn’t want to seem rude.

“Anna after,” Polly trailed off looking at Michael who nodded knowing who she was talking about after she retreated from your hug. She pulled Michael into her arms and whispered something in his ear. “Let’s get you two home you two must be tired from the the ride.

You, Michael, and Anna walked into Pollys house which wasn’t huge but wasn’t small either. You thought it looked really comfortable which you loved. Anna seemed to be getting a bit fussy so Michael took her from your arms into his. Anna put her head into his neck drowsing off.

“I’m going to go lay her down it’s been a long day for her,” Michael told you before going upstairs to one of the rooms.

After Michael left you stood there awkwardly waiting for him to return or Polly to come back from the kitchen.

“Come on in I don’t bite,” Polly called out to you when she noticed you didn’t follow her to the kitchen. You blushed a little before entering the kitchen and sat on one of the chairs. “So has my son been treating well,” She asked you as she got some tea ready.

“Yes he has been a complete gentleman,” You reassured while giving her a smile you put your hands on your belly and felt one of the babies kicking.

“I’m guessing 8 months along and with twins,” Polly asked before sitting down as she noticed you rubbing your belly.

“Yes did Michael tell you,” You ask curiosity painting your face.

“Nope intuition,” Polly gave you smile which you returned.

“I don’t want to sound rude but I’m hoping I give birth soon its been a lot of uncomfortable months for me,” You explain as you try to get situated in the chair.

“I’d assume it would be uncomfortable for twins,” Polly teases while giving you a smirk.

“I’m kind of scared though,” You admitted.

“What are you scared of darling,” Polly asked as she looked at you with a worried look on her face. Even though she didn’t know you for long she felt that you changed her sons life and would be a good addition to the family.

“Well it hurt with Anna so I assume it will hurt twice as much with the twins,” You explain to her. “Michael always reassures me though but it doesn’t help that fear in that back of my head.”

“You’ll be fine I can tell you’re a strong woman,” Polly acknowledged while taking a sip from her tea. “And plus we can get the best doctors to help you through it,” She reassures you.

“I hope so,” You mutter looking down at your huge belly.

“Have you and Michael thought of any baby names,” She tries to distract you.

“We’ve has a few but nothing that’s stuck,” You explained. You thought if it was two boys Henry and William and if it was two girls Rose or Luna. Michael just told you whatever you wanted. Before Polly could say something Michael came down into the kitchen.

“Didn’t have to much fun without me,” Michael joked and kissed your forehead then sat down next to you.

“We were just discussing baby names,” You explain while makes an oh face. Before he can respond Polly interrupts.

“We’re having the family over so that we can celebrate the new family members to the family and your arrival,” Polly surprises you and Michael.

Great a family reunion with the whole family.

As the family rolled into the house you were introduced to everyone. Michael seemed to be taking to his cousins while you were talking to Esme, Ada and Polly. Linda was sitting down reading a book. Anna was asleep upstairs. You woke her her up to feed her and then a few hours later everyone rolled in. So you put her to bed not wanting her to be stressed.

“So you and Michael happy for the baby,” Ada asked as you guys sat food down on the table.

“Yes but it’s going to be more stressful with Anna and it being twins will make it harder of course,” You explain while setting some silverware down after setting down the potatoes.

“Yeah it was hard when I married John he already had a lot kids when that happened,” Esme joked with you while nudging your arm.

“Plus with you getting pregnant every couple years,” Ada jokes while Esme rolls her eyes. It didn’t look like she took it to heart though.

“I don’t think it should be to long now,” Polly told you pointing to your belly.

“Well I hope so,” You laughed while leaning against the table. Before you could speak you felt some pain in your stomach which made you groan a bit.

“You okay Y/N,” Ada asked concern lacing her voice.

“Think it might be soon than later.”

Turns out you were in labor because not 5 minutes later you felt your water break which made you groan as another contraction hit you. Ada and Esme helped you upstairs to one of the rooms and laid you down.

You could hear Michael and Polly arguing. You knew Michael wanted to be with you when you gave birth since he was their for Anna’s birth. As another contraction hit you someone ran into the room and began to soothingly rub your back.

You looked and saw that it was Michael which made you sigh in relief.

“Michael you aren’t going to leave me are you,” You whimpered while some tears travelled down your face. Michael soothed you while wiping away you’re tears.

“Don’t worry love I’m not going anywhere,” Michael whispered in your ear.

You smile but let out a moan when you felt another contraction hit. You could feel them getting closer and closer.

Polly and Ada came up with some supplies and got you ready and when she said push you pushed with all your might.

It took about 5 minutes before one of your babies were out. You let out a breath before letting out a sigh but knowing it wasn’t over.

“It’s a girl,” Ada smile at you while Polly cut the cord. She wrapped the baby in a blanket while handing her to Michael. Michael started down at you’re daughter in awe.

It was broke as you felt another contraction hit you. Polly told you to push and Michael was by your side with your second daughter. Trying to comfort you while holding the baby. Ada took the baby from Michael knowing that you need some comfort.

“I can’t do it,” You sobbed as you leaned back on the bed and wiped the tears from your eyes.

“Don’t worry darling just a few more pushes and you’ll be done,” Michael cooed you.

You nodded before pushing again and only a few minutes later another baby was out you let out a happy sigh while leaning back on the pillow sweat coating your body.

“Another girl,” Polly whispered handing her to you after she cut the cord. Ada handed Michael the first baby and you looked at your babies in awe.

Ada and Polly left you alone for some privacy.

“They’re so beautiful,” You whispered while kissing your daughters nose.

Michael was about to respond before you guys heard someone say, “Mommy,” You looked up and and saw Anna standing there with a smile on her face.

“Come here sweet heart say hi to your sisters,” Michael smile as your first daughter came over to you and tried getting on the bed but failed a few times before succeeding. She went up to lay next to you staring at the new baby.

“What should we name them,” You ask while looking at Michael trying to wrap your arm around Anna with a baby in your arm.

“How ‘bout we both name one,” Michael suggested. You nodded and Michael whispered “Emily.”

“That’s a beautiful name Michael,” You whispered as Michael came and sat down next to you guys. “I’m thinking for this one Rose,” You suggested with a smile.

“I love it,” Michael pressed a small kiss to your lips.

You guys chuckled quietly when you heard Anna start to snore and you weren’t to far behind her.

Michael smiles warmly at all of you. His family.

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picnokinesis · 3 years

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fic writer review

tagged by the wonderful @swinging-stars-from-satellites whoop!! Let’s go!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

Fourteen! It was thirteen until yesterday, which appealed to me a lot, but I decided that posting pirate!thoschei was worth changing that number hahaha

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

394,102

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

Technically five, because I’m not counting Avengers and MCU as two different fandoms hahaha. But they are: Doctor Who (2005), MCU, Stargate Universe, The Greatest Showman, and X-Men (comics) - the latter, though, wasn’t really for that fandom, because I was writing a TGS X-Men au hahaa

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

Liminality , with 195 kudos - I am not surprised about this one, since it’s probably the most ‘readable’ of my fics, being a oneshot, not shippy, and also not being stupidly long haha!

Renegades in the Ring , with 144 kudos - I didn’t realise how much kudos this one got? I guess it helped that the fandom was very active when I first posted this. Alas, if only I had finished this one...I have a lot of nostalgia for the idea, but I don’t think I’ll ever return to it, simply because it would take about as much effort as campervan au is taking me right now.

i need a place to hide (before the storm begins) , with 125 kudos - which I am genuinely SO happy about because ahh! This is my big project and to know that 125 people said ‘yes this is good’ is just...really really nice?? Especially when it’s such a niche, specific au.

Tropospheric Disturbance , with 125 kudos - honestly, I’m surprised this one has as many kudos as it does, since I regularly forget I even wrote it hah! It’s a weird one, because it’s not actually in my usual writing style, but I am very proud of it!

and they did live by watchfires , with 109 kudos - and I’m really really happy to see this one here, because I think this is probably the favourite thing of my own that I’ve written.

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

YES absolutely!! I love comments so much, and I really love to ramble about my stories because I almost always have a LOT of thoughts hahaha

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I mean, it’s probably a toss up between i need a place to hide (because I ended it on that twist/cliffhanger), Retrograde (which is another cliffhanger ending, leaving all the characters in a REALLY BAD situation), or maybe the new problem kid, you’ll taste all the salt in my lungs, because, uh, it basically ends with the Doctor saying ‘the person I was before this moment is dead’ HAHAHA. But, to be honest, I don’t know if I would call any of those endings VERY angsty? They’re more like ‘AHHH WHAT HAPPENS NEXT’ endings rather than angst. I don’t tend to write angsty endings because I love angst but I always prefer to end it on a hopeful note...otherwise it feels very unsatisfying for me to write, personally.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Technically? I mean, I see Renegades as an au more than a crossover, because it’s merely set in the same universe as the X-Men comics, and the only crossover element is Nathaniel Essex being in it...and I never even wrote those scenes hahaha

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

Nah, people are wonderful!

9. Do you write smut?

Since I’m sex-repulsed, this is a hard no HAHA

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know!

11. Ever had a fic translated?

I have not

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Me and @sunshinedaysforever have a collab-wip graveyard in our dms HAHA - but I am actually working on cowriting a fic with some other wonderful folks at the moment! I am. Supposed to have my part finished by the 6th. Hm.

13. All time fav ship?

Right now, it’s thoschei/spydoc, but I wouldn’t necessarily say that’s my all time favourite, because my favourite changes a lot. I do have a HUGE amount of love for Clintasha and Rush/Young though!

14. WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Hmmmmm, there’s a few. I mean, at the moment, I feel like The Grandfather Paradox will NEVER get finished, but I like to think that if I’m still into Doctor Who enough when I finally finish campervan, I might take a crack at it? Grandfather Paradox is more solid atm than some of my other wips...(see: deathless, disarmed). Oh, I know which one I almost certainly won’t finish - this one I came up with waaay back before In the Wind, which is set between O55 and Telsa, which is about telepathy and not listening to warnings from the past, amongst other things.

15. Writing strengths?

I’ve been informed that I’m really good at character voices, and I also think that I’m quite good at expanding characters we see very little of and fleshing them out a lot more. I’ve had to do that a lot for campervan and it’s been really good fun!

16. Writing weaknesses?

I think I can get kinda tangled in the emotional plot lines sometimes, and it makes everything get convoluted and messy and hard to follow? Also I’m not very good at...taking a good metaphor and expanding it? If that makes sense. I’m also actually kind of terrible at subtle, clever foreshadowing because half the time I don’t know what’s happening HAHAHAHAH but sometimes I do manage it!! I’m trying to do it in campervan at the moment. Also I. Can’t write short things HAHA. My characters always think and talk a LOT and sometimes that’s good, sometimes not so much

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I’m actually doing it currently in part 5 of campervan, since Gabriela and Jamila both speak portuguese (and I’m learning portuguese!)

18. First fandom you wrote for?

On ao3? Stargate Universe. On the internet? The Avengers. Ever? Uh. I honestly don’t know. I made up ocs based on two unicorns in the aftercredits sequence of a My Little Pony VHS tape, does that count?

19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?

I mentioned it earlier, but I’m extremely proud of and emotionally attached to and they did live by watchfires

If anyone wants my ao3, it’s right over here!

And oh, who to tag!! No pressure, of course, but: @sunshinedaysforever @theplatinthehat @taardisblue @hetzi-art @krebkrebkreb @echo84 @theoreticalabsurdity @1-of-those-things @walker-lister @timelostdoctor and anyone else who wants to!

#taka gets tagged #this was an interesting one!!#thanks for the tag!

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ageoldamateur · 3 years

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Introduction to my OC (Full story release!)

I think I should at least try to post the entire story now that I finished writing it.

While this is my first story posted here and my very first G/T story I have ever written, I have to apologize anyway for the way this story is set out as I do not know enough about Tumblr to formulate them into the same style as other writers here (Canadian policy, I must apologize to keep my citizenship). I don’t know how to bold letters or put symbols up, so I will just write as I would normally.

Also, while this is the first introduction of my Tinysona until Pixie draws me, this does not mean that I will not change anything later when I grow more comfortable with my Tinysona.

TW: Pre-vore, Safe/Soft Vore

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I guess I need to introduce myself, should I?

You can call me Spartan and 2 months ago, I was a normal person. Just about to turn 22, I was thin and healthy and should have been happy with my life.Then I meddled with magic and ended up as small as the average finger. However, that spell also granted me strength, agility, and endurance many times that of my previous self, which I believe is a good enough trade off. Still, I needed food and safety, so I went looking for a place before getting taken in by Rose, another human who seemed to be completely fine with having a tiny living with her. I will later find out why later...

Rose sat at the table, a large hardcover book sitting in front of her. One hand held her chin while the other lightly wrapped around Spartan, who was using her fingers as hand holds so that he could see the pages. This was the third book of the series and both of them were concentrating, leaving the air still in the morning rays.

Standing on Rose’s shoulder with one of her fingers pressing against his collarbone, Spartan finished the page and set his head down on the finger. He had only known Rose for 2 months now, but it felt like a lifetime. He only had to live a life alone and shrunken for a few days before he found comfort in Rose. Of course, he had scared the daylights out of her when he first got her attention, but the bruise faded the next day and he was able to talk to her as an equal after that.

Now, they lived as a couple, or as much as you can when one of the people was the size of a finger and thus couldn’t work a job or around the house. It infuriated him, but Spartan tried to make it up by working on her computer and organizing everything there while Rose did her job. There were only sparse moments where she would read with him, so he treasured them and hoped that she didn’t mind that he couldn’t handle the books she owned.

Spartan spared a glance towards Rose, her green eyes steadily following each line on the page. If he was regular size, he highly doubted he would have landed anyone like her and even now still wondered why she let him stay. Sure, he did some tasks around the house, but nothing she couldn’t do faster and more effectively than him. Maybe there was something he wasn’t seeing.

Looking back down, his eyes focused on the finger that was closest to his head. Spartan was no stranger to the weird impulses that he got (autism never made anyone normal), but he took some time to ponder what the impulse was before acting on it.

Rose just finished the last paragraph of the page when she felt a soft pressure on her finger that held Spartan. Confused, she glanced down, using her freed hand (the one not holding Spartan) to brush aside her hair. Sure enough, Spartan was gently biting the side of her finger; in no way close to hurt, but much life how a dog holds something in his mouth. Rose was close enough to notice how Spartan’s eyes were unfocused, a sign that he was dissociated from the world around him.

“Are you biting me?” Rose asked skeptically. Snapping back into the real world, Spartan quickly let go.

“No! No, I wasn't biting you. I was just resting my mouth on …” His excuse died on his lips as he realized that he really did not have one other than an impulse, which sounded as hollow as the one he just said. Rose just stared at him for a moment longer, Spartan blushing and looking away, then slightly shrugged and turned the page.

***later that same day***

Spartan woke up the phone and checked the time.

7:37. He still has over half an hour until he expects Rose to leave work. Perfect.

Spartan quickly unlocked it and picked his playlist: a collection of sea shanties and folk songs. While Rose knew about the playlist, he never played it for her; different music tastes were perfectly fine in a relationship as long as they understood what the other wanted to listen to. Spartan usually listened to the playlist while working or in this case when he was finished and wanted to belt out songs.

As he picked out a song to start the playlist on, he mentally checked the list again, even though the physical copy was lying on the table in the kitchen, marked by himself. He did all the preparations for Rose’s taxes, organized the cabinet and the food within, and made sure Rose’s makeup was up to date. He had also given Chilly some exercise even though that wasn’t part of his list; though the cat understood Spartan’s place in the household, it still didn’t stop the kitten from chasing him around the house whenever she got the zoomies.

Spartan finally settled on a classic; “Home Boys Home,” by the Skullduggers. Pressing play, the music blared out of the bluetooth speakers; not loud enough to cause a noise complaint, but probably too loud for his ears health. Spartan sprang onto the coffee table and began to sing at the same level of the music, arms singing by his side as he paced around and followed the music.

As the song changed, Spartan would take a moment to recall the lyrics, then bounced to the beat. He didn’t know how long he sang for (he knew almost all of them by heart), but he had eventually grown tired enough to sit on the table, hands behind him and legs outstretched. He couldn’t see the clock, but suspected Rose to arrive home at any moment. When he heard the door open, he would turn off his music.

Spartan felt the warmth before the teeth met his chest. He flinched out of fear, letting out a manly squeak as they gripped his torso and lifted him off the table. Rose held Spartan sideways in her mouth much like a cat would a fish she caught and flopped down on the couch, turning off the music with a tap on the phone.

“Jeepers, Rose! I didn’t hear you come home!” Spartan said, his free left arm keeping Rose’s lips from suffocating him. He wasn’t necessarily stuck, he was much stronger than he appeared to be, but he still didn’t know how much his augmented endurance could endure should Rose bite down. “When did you arrive?”

Rose loosened her mouth, letting go of Spartan so that he tumbled off her chin and landed on her chest. “About an hour ago, before you began to sing your songs. I had a short day today, but decided to climb in through the window cause I didn’t want to deal with Gabe’s smoking in the hallway again.

“You really didn’t notice me gathering snacks and getting ready for movie night?” She asked. Spartan blushed, noticing now that Rose’s arms and hands were full of treats. That would explain why he ended up in her mouth, though the way she did grab him (sideways so that his head wasn’t in her mouth) meant she would have had to have craned her neck at an awkward angle in order to grab him.

“Sorry Rose, I guess I was quite invested in my music.” Spartan said, stepping a little closer to her collarbone, if only to get away from the potential awkwardness of being sandwiched in her breasts. “What movie did you pick?”

Rose grinned and pointed towards the TV where the DVD was sitting. Spartan bounded over and took a glance. “A Sizable Matter”, directed by Rogers Phill <fictional, don’t need to look it up>. It was advertised as ‘safe and fun for the whole family with stunning action and a romance of unusual proportions’. Ratings appeared good, but Spartan knew not to trust those. Before he shrunk, he had seen the critically acclaimed “5th Element” and thought it was terrible and sexist in a modern standard.

But, this was another one of those times where he could hang out with Rose, so he popped it out and slid it into the player. He hopped back as Rose began working on some gummies. Spartan chose one for himself and began munching; he wasn’t much into sweets on the regular but hey, he could treat himself if he wanted to.

The movie was actually really good, alternating perspectives between the race of Giants and humans. The main character was known as a Shifter, which meant they could alternate between the size of a giant or a human. It was their duty to solve the conflict between the two races with the help of several side characters.

Both Spartan and Rose were invested, Spartan resting on Rose’s throat, only slightly distracted by her swallowing. Eventually, the movie reached a close, the Shifter and their friends having almost finalized a treaty before a full fledged war happened. However, the main villain triggered a trap that sparked the war to happen in earnest. Just as the Shifter and their allies were about to head off again, the movie ended.

“Oh, are you kidding me?!” Spartan shouted, falling off of Rose in the process of reacting to the abrupt ending of the movie. Rose didn’t react to the same effect, she wasn't as invested in films like Spartan; yet she did utter a grunt of annoyance.

Rose watched as Spartan fell off the couch, thudding onto the ground and lying there splayed right beside some fallen Gummy bears. “I don’t know about you, I really enjoyed the movie.”

“Same here, but my goodness, there needs to be a sequel made immediately!” Spartan said, grabbing one of the gummies and hugging it to his chest. “The Shifter was the best character! They were so wholesome and adorable; the moments where the movie decides to slow down and let us watch them just cuddle their friends were perfect breaks in between all of the combat scenes!”

“I agree,” Rose said, reaching down to grab the gummies around Spartan, “they were the ideal hero. Though if I am to be honest, I grabbed the movie because of one scene shown in the trailer.”

“What scene was that?” Spartan extended his arms towards Rose with the Gummy in hand.

Rose smiled. From the floor, Spartan suddenly got worried as he saw his friend from a very different perspective. “This one.” She said.

Her fingers reached past the extended Gummy and grabbed Spartan’s chest, wrapping gently around him. Popping the other Gummy bears into her mouth, she raised Spartan over her head and gave him a good view of the inside of throat. She swallows, Spartan watching as they disappear down her gullet. He dropped the one he was holding, it landing on her tongue and then joining the others in her stomach.

Spartan knew the scene of which she was referring to. A giant monster had nearly eaten one of the Shifters' friends much like the predicament he was in currently. However, Spartan assumed that no hero was going to be saving him from this maw.

With no more gummies to eat in her mouth, Rose closed her mouth and locked eyes with Spartan. She smiled at him and Spartan returned it, though a bit confused as to what was happening. She lowered him down towards her mouth, still smiling. Spartan closed his eyes.

And Rose gave him a kiss, her lips almost sucking his face off before she pulled him back. “Oh, don’t worry yourself, I won’t be doing anything to you. After all, you are the only man who has ever cared about me.” She set him down on the coffee table and let her arm hang off the couch.

Spartan, still a little confused at the sequence of events that had just happened, sat up and watched Rose settle down and cover her eyes with her right hand. He crossed his legs and listened as Rose spoke.

“Before you scared the living daylights out of me, I hated my life. My job felt like it was draining me of energy and there was only Chilly at my home which felt more like a burden than a blessing. I had no one who I felt like cared about my interests, checked to make sure I ate, and accompanied me when I went out. I honestly felt like there was no reason for my life.

“Then you appeared, asking for my help. And once I got over my shock of your appearance, I realized that I could help you, I had a purpose again. Now whenever I get home, I can look forward to hanging out with you to read my favourite book or play chess or just talk and chill. It was like having a boyfriend that never demanded sex or asked for favors. It was like a dream come true.

“In more ways than one…” Rose mumbled.

“You are into vore?”

Judging by the silence of Rose, Spartan thought right, though her example kind of gave it away as well. Spartan stood up and hopped back onto the couch, crawling onto Rose’s stomach. Rose raised her arm to look at him.

“Rose, I have been so blessed to have been able to meet you. It boggles me to think that if I didn’t cast this spell I would not have met you or even be able to get to know you. I wouldn’t have been able to know that you enjoy mystery and steampunk stories, or that your favourite colour to wear is red because it reminds you of Autumn. I wouldn’t know that you were mistaken for a boy all the way up till grade 11 and you learned how to cook from your older brother.” Spartan said, walking up towards her head.

“You said your life got a purpose once I entered it. Well, I didn’t know what I was missing until I began to live with you. I found that I was capable of love and was worthy of affection. I was allowed to be weird and helpful and now that I have learned that I have helped you? I feel like I have actually done something for you now.” Spartan allowed himself to fall forward onto Rose’s cheek, giving his giant friend a hug to the best of his abilities.

Rose closed her eyes, feeling the closure of her tiny friend. She allowed her mind to wander and thought about a scenario where she could have met Spartan when he was the same size as her. Rose probably would not have spared him a second glance at a man just going through the motions. But because of a happy little accident, she had a person who shared feelings with her sitting on her face.

“Soooo… this vore thing.”

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing! Forget about it!” Rose said quickly, picking up Spartan and setting him down on the couch, sitting up as well.

“No, no, I am sorry if it is too awkward to talk about it!” Spartan said as he was set down. ‘It’s just… I also might be into it.”

Rose froze, mouth slightly opened. Spartan continued, “Of course, I have only used my imagination, so I have no clue if I would actually enjoy being swallowed, feeling the warmth of someone I love surrounding me.”

Spartan looked up at Rose, a flush creeping across his cheeks. “I never thought there would be a chance for me to make it a reality. Actually, that sounds quite selfish. I never thought I would be given the opportunity to experience it. Er, or that you would offer. Wait, you didn’t offer, I was just rambling, or am rambling, or just talking to myself-”

Rose poked him in the chest, pinning him down with her hand and her finger covering his mouth. It covered most of his face, leaving just one eye to lock in on hers as she leaned down towards him.

“You’re so lucky you are cute,” Rose said softly, “or else I would never be able to stand you.” Rose smiled and Spartan could see the warmth in it; despite the teasing, she really did care for him. Adjusting her grip, she picked up Spartan, holding him up towards her face.

She sighed, “I am actually going to do this, aren’t I?” she said more to herself, looking Spartan up and down. “Do you consent to being swallowed up by a hot and beautiful girl?”

Spartan looked around. “I don’t see one around, is she hiding?” He smiled at his joke as Rose scoffed. “I consent to be swallowed up by a hot, beautiful, intelligent, and amazing girl.” Spartan said slowly and clearly, locking eyes with Rose.

“Well, since I’m the only girl in the room, I hope that means me.” Rose said nonchalantly. Taking a steadying breath, she put Spartan into her mouth feet first. He fit without too much difficulty, squishing comfortably past her teeth as he was pushed all the way in.

Rose didn’t know what she expected to taste, but it certainly didn’t taste as exhilarating as the fics she had read led her to believe. Also, he was quite large now that he was in her mouth; normally she wouldn’t notice but because she didn’t dare chew, all she really did was move Spartan back and forth in her mouth.

Spartan was holding his breath just in case he realized that he couldn’t breath in there. Other than that, he absolutely enjoyed his time, rolling over and over again across the sticky surface, occasionally bumping into the teeth. He could feel that Rose was trying her best to get comfortable with him, but was struggling.

“Ugh, ‘ow ‘o ‘hey ‘ake it ‘ook so easy?” Rose said, opening her mouth to speak and give Spartan some fresh air. She let her tongue rest and felt her throat relax as well. Getting a spike of courage, she started to tilt her head back.

“That’s the same question I would expect some newly weds would ask.” Spartan said, his voice barely making it out of her mouth.

Rose snorted, then gagged as Spartan’s bare feet hit her tonsils. Still chuckling and coughing, Rose spat out Spartan into her hand and turned away to cough into her elbow. Spartan sat on Rose’s hand, curled up with his knees to his chest now that he was out of the warm environment.

“*cough* You really said that at the *cough* worst time, Spartan.” Rose said, starting to recover. She looked back at Spartan sitting in her hand, worrying that she had hurt him when she convulsed. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“I’m fine, though I feel like I just got out of a nice warm hot tub.” Spartan said honestly. “I don’t know if you are comfortable with this yet, though. I might be too big for you to go all the way with, no offence.”

Spartan stood up on Rose’s hand, eyes towards the ground to hide his disappointment. “I did enjoy being in your mouth, though. It was exactly as I imagined it to be; warm, comfortable, and the closest I’ve been to you bef-”

Rose, in a surge of frustration, shoved Spartan not too gently up and then down, effectively overriding her natural gag reflex through sheer speed. She swallowed hard, feeling Spartan slide down with ease before catching her breath. Then she realized what she had just done.

“Oh heck… I really did just eat him,” Rose said softly, looking down at her stomach. She jumped up, rushing over towards the bathroom. Just as she opened the door, she heard Spartan.

“Rose? You sound panicked, is everything okay?” His voice was muffled, but clear enough to understand. The voice was definitely coming from her stomach and Rose could feel Spartan shifting around to get comfortable. Rose sighed, leaning up against the sink and looking at herself in the mirror.

“Yeah, I am feeling better now that I can hear you.” Rose paused. “How do you feel?”

Silence. “Like I am safe and secure. I feel like I am getting a full body hug. Though, the Gummy bears in here kind of ruin the moment…” Spartan said.

Rose laughed. “Sorry about that. Next time, I will make sure your cuddle buddies aren’t as sticky and sweet. I wasn’t exactly planning for this when I got home from work today.”

Rose closed her eyes, feeling Spartan’s movements and a surge of parental protection. She could feel his limbs against her abs and could picture him in her stomach. She had been looking at the entire idea of vore the wrong way; She felt more protector than predator and it was amazing.

“As much as I would love to stay like this forever, I feel like we should think about how I will be getting out; I don’t know how safe this is. I think it’s because of my heightened endurance from the spell that has allowed me to breath so far, but I don’t want to press it.”

“Well, I think there is only one way for you to exit,” Rose stated, leaning back over the sink.

“Technically, there are two…”

“Shut up.” Rose said, then tried to trigger her gag reflex. After a while of trying, Rose felt Spartan shift around and reach up and suddenly it became a lot easier. She deposited Spartan into the sink and turned on the faucet for him.

“That was an amazing experience, Rose,” Spartan said, sticking his head in the water. “I just hope that you enjoyed it as well.”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Just got out of me and already jumped to the initiative in taking care of me.” She reached into the drawer beside the sink and pulled out a washcloth. She set it down next to Spartan, then stepped out of the room to give him some privacy.

“Well, did you? You asked me how I felt when I was in you.” Spartan said. There was a moment of silence as Rose thought about her answer. “I just realized how much of an innuendo this can be seen as. Should we pick a name for this experience? Something tamer?” Spartan added.

“Maybe later,” Rose sighed, putting her back on the wall and letting herself slide down until she was sitting on the floor. She rubbed her eyes, the memory of the experience still quite vivid in her mind. “To answer your question, I don’t really know yet.

“I went into it with an expectation, as most people do, and had those expectations quite subverted by reality. It was scary and surprising, but after I committed to it, it felt… comforting. I liked the feeling you gave me; it was as if I had hidden you away from the entirety of the world, all of the harm and hardships couldn’t reach you anymore.”

Rose rested her hands on her stomach, remembering Spartan cradled within her. “I already miss it, even though it hasn’t even been 2 minutes since you were there.”

“Well, you can always look forward to the next time those cravings hit.” Spartan said, strolling past the door wrapped up in the washcloth and viciously rubbing his hair. “Though, maybe without having eaten a ton of gummies beforehand. I think I have turned permanently sticky!”

Rose laughed, then scooped him up. “Come on, sticky boy, it’s almost 12. I need to get to sleep so that I can make it to work tomorrow.” She put him in his alcove, then disappeared into her room with Chilly.

Spartan got settled down and thought back on his day. He smiled. It was a pretty good day.

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I think I need a break from vore, I don't know how I will top this for a while. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed my… interesting writing style compared to the other writers on this website.

#g/t #wholesome giantess #g/t community #g/t fluff #soft vore #giant vore #giant/tiny #spartanwarrior2563 #pre vore

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whitherliliesbloom · 3 years

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lights, camera, duty commenced!

[ ffxivwrite2021 ] ★ [ masterlist ] ★ [ prompt #14 - commend ]

[ illya, g’raha & emet ] ★ [ 2,263 words ] ★ [ actors au ] passing mention of some friend’s ocs and illyanaud

commend: praise formally or officially

behind the scenes of the critically acclaimed long running tv show, final fantasy fourteen, g’raha tia is (almost) inconsolable after he reads the final act’s script

The not-so everlasting light shining down feels radiant and warm, but not scorching. In the distance, one can hear the push and pull of the tides from the nearby lake, as well as the rustling of the purple hued leaves that hung and swayed ever so gently upon the trees. A light baby blue canvas with dusty cotton candy clouds crowns lakeland, painting the perfect, serene vista for an uneventful day of shooting.

Though, Illya has to remind herself, as she looks up at the peaceful sky, and sighs in contentment that she was in the completely wrong headspace. Even though the sky above was bright and undoubtedly beautiful on this fine afternoon, she knows that all it takes is for a little bit of compuer-generated television effects magic to turn the tranquil landscape into a scene of naught but utter devastation and war.

Think termination. Think termination. You’re in the middle of a large-scale battle between Elidibus and the people of Norvrandt. The tone’s supposed to be somber and tense. You’re the warrior of darkness. You got this!

“Oh.... How could this be...?”

Her train of thought is rudely interrupted by the sorrowful moping of her co-actor, and she has to resist the urge to chide him for dragging his early morning sulking all the way into the afternoon.

“G’raha, please...” the lalafellin sighs, though cannot help but to let a sliver of sympathy slip into her tone. “The next scene’s starting soon.”

“I know, I know... But...” the man heaves a heavy sigh, hanging his head low and letting his arms drop onto his lap so dramatically she’d almost thought that his flesh really was made of crystal and wasn’t just a product of the hard work of extremely talented make-up artists. “I can’t help it. I can’t believe that my poor crystal exarch is-”

Illya can say she at least empathizes - though perhaps not to the same extent. She’s been casted into roles of characters who would meet an unfortunate demise later, but to be fair, they weren’t often major characters within the narrative of the show or film she was playing a role in.

The crystal exarch on the other hand, has played a key role as one of the many recurring supporting casts in the show. He’d lingered in the background as early as the first season, and was, to G’raha’s jubilation, finally given a main role in the fourth season they were filming.

Only to be killed off in the final act - succumbing to the crystallization of his entire body, from head to toe, in the throne room of the crystal tower after the warrior of darkness’ battle with the ascian Elidibus. His death scene was to be an emotionally poignant one... and Illya herself has spent the last few days getting into the headspace of the protagonist - who would understandably be utterly devastated by the loss of a dear friend.

It didn’t help that the crystal exarch was a considerably popular character within the international community of fans - and his significant increase in screen time was due in part to fan demands... though that perhaps made his long foreshadowed death even more of a cruel irony.

And there was nobody in the world who was a bigger fan of the crystal exarch than the actor who played him himself. It wasn’t narcissistic either, in their line of work, it’s easy to get attached to the roles they play... even more so when they’ve hovered within the headspace of their character for as long as 6 years - she would know, Liliya Liya is as big a part of her as the crystal exarch is for G’raha now.

Thus, though she felt the urgent need to get G’raha back up on his feet in preparation for the remaining scenes on their schedule to film... she could not bring herself to so callously talk down his very real and personal attachment of a character he was meant to portray well anyways.

“Oh come now... you should’ve seen this coming.” with a swagger in his step and lazy grin plastered over his expression, Emet Selch strolls over to the pair.... far too comfortable within his own role that he was speaking with Hades’ signature slur in his speech even while out of character. The man has always noted just how similar he was to the god of the underworld, and Illya wouldn’t be surprised if he’d claimed to not even be acting in his scenes at all.

“I...” G’raha pouts, looking up at Emet as his ears flatten atop his head. “I guess I was in denial of it. I thought they would maybe subvert expectations... but-”

“But that wouldn’t be a very compelling story to tell, now would it?” The older man shrugs, and Illya regrets to think that she’s inclined to agree.

“I guess not..”

The robed miqo’te man sighs, and she notes with an amused raise of an eyebrow as his tail that had once been tucked tightly to his side was now swiveling from side to side and puffed up in annoyance.

“Still! They could at least let him go out with more of a bang! Maybe... after he has a solo action scene... or give him a kiss scene to make things more dramatic!”

“Is defeating the big bad and saving the heroine not dramatic enough for you, already?” Emet’s voice is in part mocking as it is exasperated, his arms thrown up to his shoulders in a shrug. “Also I hope you didn’t mean a kiss scene with Liliya.”

“W-what-?? I-” Illya’s mouth hangs agape.

“No! I wasn’t thinking anyone in particular, honest. Besides, she’s already caught in that love triangle subplot with the twins, isn’t she?”

At the mention of the topic, the lalafellin woman’s smile fades.

“D-don’t remind me of that. I’m really not looking forward to acting those scenes out.”

She’s already read the script for the fourth season in it’s entirety... and though she has incredible respect for the masterful writing and the wonderful character dynamics that has only gotten better with each passing season... she has never been... entirely comfortable with the romantic aspects of the scenes involving the elven twins. Scenes of the pair vying for her attention, scenes where she held hands and even got unsettingly close to kissing them...

Though, she will admit... her own uncertainty over her competence in filming those scenes are a result of her own, very personal emotions... something of which Emet Selch seemed to be more than aware of.

“Is it not because you harbor actual feelings for one of them? Would having scenes of you being close to him not be a blessing for you, then?”

The miffed glare Illya’s shoots up at Emet rivals moments of shadow possession Liliya experiences throughout the show, and he can only shrug with a cocky grin as her star-spangled swirl with indignation. Anger aside, heat is spreading across her cheeks in the form of a burning red hue that reaches the tips of her short, pointed ears.

Please stop.

Her expression spells out. She’s as annoyed as she her frightened about something.

Oh dear.

“Relax. Workplace romance here is nothing new.” His words only serve to worsen the already infuriated gleam in her blazing, shimmering eyes. “Mint certainly isn’t shy when it comes to showing she’s in a relationship with Estinien. Nor your friend Laurelis for that matter. She’s still keeping in touch with Haurchefant, no?”

Illya doesn’t say anything, but her silence and the paling of her complexion speaks louder than any words she can spill from her lips.

It’s precisely because he doesn’t know. So please, please shut your mouth.

He still cannot understand why on earth she would stay so adamant about keeping her feelings a secret anyway. For all he knows, the entire cast of actors... and the whole final fantasy crew for that matter, was fully aware of their pining - and Illya’s feelings towards her close co-worker and friend wasn’t unrequited either.

Just like in the show, the pair are completely oblivious to their attraction to one another... something he’ll just have to fix with his bare hands then...

But the matter is neither here nor there, and there was something of greater urgency to rectify now.

Emet Selch turns his gaze back down to G’raha, who has gone uncharacteristically quiet... and sensing his seriousness, Illya too diverts her attention back to the sulking redhead.

“You know... you’re a very talented actor. It’s so very rare to find someone who can capture the emotions and nuances of a character as well as you do.” Emet is the faster of them to speak, and Illya can barely believe the words she’s hearing leave his lips.

Compliments and praise, genuine ones at that, coming from one of the cast’s eldest, most experienced actor who is not only known to be critical when it comes to the art of acting - but is a certified acting coach himself? The monumental honor is not lost to G’raha, as his ears perk up and he whips his head up with widened ruby eyes to look at Emet.

“Death is difficult to portray - dare I say, almost impossible. After all, how can we, who have never experienced death... truly capture the sorrow and despair in it?”

Emet Selch pauses, drawing in a breath before he lifts his hand up to gesture at the pair before him.

“Which is why this is your biggest opportunity to showcase your talents, to move the audience with not just the story, but your very acting! The only thing we can do, as men and women of this field, is to act as vehicles and carry the emotions of the story into the hearts of the fans.”

The man finally sighs, shoulders falling and arms flopping lazily to his side, the sentimentality of the words he just spoke tasting bitter on his tongue.

“Besides, even in death there is a beauty. The crystal exarch lived his life fulfilled and having realized his wish at the end. I expect you to remember that when you eventually see him off.”

There’s a silence that hangs and festers in the air for a moment, before the fur on G’raha’s tail stands and his chest puffs up in a show of renewed determination.

“Y-you’re right, Emet! The crystal exarch dedicated his life to finding a way to save others... There is no better way to end his legacy than to see the world he’s protected for so long finally saved!”

Standing onto his feet, the miqo’te clenches his hands into fists and nods before casting a glance down at Illya.

“Illya! I will act my heart out to the best I can! I’ll act so hard that I’ll make you cry on set for sure!”

The corners of her lip tugs upwards into a wide smile, glowing as the afternoon sun basks down and reflects upon her snowy white hair and the blossoms of her amethyst eyes. Even with the black of the garments she wore and the eastern patterned ribbon that held the braid around her head in place, she was luminous and blinding in her radiant presence... not unlike the heroine of their story.

“Of course! And I’m sure the rest of the crystal exarch fan club will too when they watch that episode.”

“Illya, G’raha!” A pink haired lalafellin calls out to them from a distance away, her olive green eyes wide and excited as she waves her hands high above her head. A raven haired man stands just behind her, his dark blue eyes narrowed as he reviews the script in his hands intently. “We’re starting soon! Get over here!”

“Coming! Just give us a second!” G’raha waves back with a grin before turning back to look at Emet Selch with an apologetic, yet grateful bow, his relaxed tail swaying gently from side to side behind his back.

“Thank you, Emet. I won’t soon forget your encouragements. I’ll do my best and make sure to not let everyone down.”

“Yes, yes. Spare me the nauseating mush. I was just making sure you didn’t drag your co-actor down with your sulking.”

The elder man now glances at the starry eyed girl with amusement flashing through his expression, and Illya can already feel her earlier lighthearted elation fade as quickly as it came.

“By the way... I’m sure if you asked Yoshida properly.. he’d be willing to consider writing in a kiss scene with Liliya and-”

“If I were the warrior of darkness, I’d take my crescent moon cane and stab you with the end of it......”

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Meanwhile, a little distance away from the trio, Kaye lets out a low hum as he reads and re-reads the words upon the small stacks of paper he held, expression doubtful and confused.

“You sure this is the script to Endwalker?”

“Yeah, I am! Alphinaud gave this copy and said that he got from miss Ishikawa directly! Apparently he’s playing another major role in the next season, which is why he got the script early as a heads up.”

“But... it says here that the crystal exarch gets reincarnated? Assuming that’s not gonna be changed... that means G’raha’s gonna be...”

Kaye’s head lifts and turns, eyes wide and brows furrowing in bemusement only to see an impish smile glimmer upon Lily’s face.

“Should we tell him?”

“Hm...? Nah... He’s gonna film the exarch’s death scene soon, right? I’m sure he’ll appreciate the little surprise later, anyways.”

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2021 #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #g'raha tia #emet selch #illya skawi #g'raha #kiwisffxivwrite2021 #fanfic #mine #I've only had this au for a day and I've already written a fill for it lmao #*pumps fist*

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Fic Questions

tagged by @the-lincyclopedia thank you!! (fun game: watch my writing get progressively less formal as the post continues. by the end it’s like what is capitalization)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

77!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

434,378 as of this week but it does go up quite regularly

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Okay so in terms of what’s on my AO3, I have Check Please, All For the Game, Sharp Zero, HP, and Miraculous Ladybug. I also have The Forbidden LOTR and PJO Fanfiction (as in, I’ve written it, but it’s never seeing the light of day)

(technically there is a PJO fic out there that has seen the light of day but I orphaned it because I was tired of getting comments asking about when it would be updated)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

and then i met you (and the whole world changed)

for the better

Knew It Was You

come home (to you, to us)

sin bin schematics

All of these are Check Please and all of them except Knew It Was You are part of my Zimbits Airport AU!

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

I do! It’s actually a very recent thing that I’ve started not responding to literally every single comment. Mainly I respond because I love talking about my writing so I am going to seize that opportunity when it comes up

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Oh, DEFINITELY Happy Birthday (HP). Check out that MCD tag ahah. (I say HP but what I really mean is that I write fic about Regulus Black. The Regulus Black-centric tag is my home in the HP fandom)

fun fact: this is a very short fic that I wrote when I was 15 and basically forgot about until recently, and then I reread it recently and went holy shit?? I pulled NO punches????

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the wildest one you’ve written?

Not a ton? I think a lot of the fandoms I write for don’t really mesh that well. That being said, the aforementioned orphaned PJO fic is actually a PJO/ML crossover, so there’s that

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope! Sometimes I get comments that are just.... really confusing? And a more common thing is that in my AFTG fic I’ll get comments from people who are so focused on Andreil (or the most common ships in general) to the point that like. they miss the point of what I actually wrote. Those are annoying but they’re not hate, they’re very enthusiastic, they’re just... enthusiastic about a story I’m not writing? So it’s a bit frustrating.

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

No sjflskgjhgf I struggle enough to write kissing, I think if I ever tried to write smut my brain would just shut down. I’ve managed some fade-to-blacks (which are mostly in WIPs that haven’t been posted) but they rely HEAVILY on the powers of implication

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, although I have occasionally made a brief go of it, not to post, more as an exercise for myself in a language that I’m learning. Anyway I never finish them so I’m gonna say no

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

Not really? I’ve definitely group brainstormed fics and then written them (the best example of this being Q&A (AFTG), which was the product of a truly off-the-walls group chat), but I tend to do all the actual writing myself. I think the way I write would drive a co-writer up the wall since it’s very disorganized and I don’t write stuff down because ~I know what’s gonna happen I don’t need notes~ and it would infuriate me if I was co-writing with me lmao, so I won’t inflict that on someone else

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I regularly move through ships I’m SUPER focused on, like it’s kind of a rotation. I will forever and always ship Percabeth though.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Okay so if you follow me at @birlwrites you may know this already, but i have this ‘warmups’ document that is just like, random ideas i get that i don’t necessarily want to finish but i just want to try out for a bit? and i have a rule that once a ‘warmup’ is more than 10 pages long (so 11+) then it has to be moved to its own document, just to make scrolling through the warmups doc easier. but usually, a warmup only passes 10 pages when i’m INTO it. so i have a bazillion wips i will probably never finish. i complain about this a lot. i have so many wips. i don’t need more.

here’s one: it’s titled ‘interrobang doesn’t know they’re dating’, it’s basically a full outline for a chowder/tango fic and it would be SO cool if i could ever like. get around to writing it. but i am constantly swamped with writing projects, so it’s probably not gonna happen. if anyone’s interested in adopting it though i’d be down for that!! i think it’s a fun idea i just almost def won’t write it myself

15. What are your writing strengths?

SNAPPY DIALOGUE AND SNARKY INTERNAL MONOLOGUE. my writing is COMEDIC, 90% of my ideas are based on a funny snippet that popped into my head, a lot of my worldbuilding is based on ‘hey you know what would be hilarious’ (whenever i explain how larai selects a chosen one in the rainfall universe i start laughing, which is a STARK contrast to how it plays out on the page), i love writing funny stuff!!

also i think my writing sounds nice, a lot of the time i pick words/syntax based on sound and flow so there’s that too. and i have lots of ideas! i don’t struggle much with writer’s block because a) i have a lot of strategies to deal with it and b) i have a lot of ideas to help get around it/work with it

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

PHYSICAL INTIMACY LMAO, sometimes in my end notes on shippy fics you can see me complaining ‘it took me literally 4 hours to write that very brief kiss’. also sometimes the humor in my writing gets in the way a bit, i have to very consciously put it away so characters can actually have serious, genuine emotions. also i don’t like outlining and i tend not to get betas for fanfiction so like..... i do my best continuity-wise but having really tightly plotted stories is just not my focus lol. (and i do put more effort into that for original stuff, it’s just fic where i kind of go wild)

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

If the reader’s supposed to know what it means, then writing it in another language is iffy for me. (stuff like terms of endearment which come up a lot in fic are fine imo, you can just put a note in to translate them and your reader will prob remember)

If the pov character isn’t supposed to understand it, and it doesn’t matter if the reader understands it, then ig it’s fine? but unless you already speak the other language (and i am NOT confident in my ability to translate english into literally any other language), then i think it’s way easier to just note that a character’s speaking x language and provide tone indicators, body language cues, etc. so the reader understands as much as the pov character.

That being said there are def times when it’s used super effectively--the dialogue in spanish in cemetery boys comes to mind! that’s not fanfic but it’s still creative writing so w/e

so i guess it comes down to: does actually writing out the dialogue in the other language serve a purpose? if it doesn’t, then you’re filling up the screen with words your reader isn’t likely to understand, which i try to avoid doing

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

so the first fandom i actually *wrote* for was PJO, but i distinctly remember creating warrior cats OCs when i was little. i never actually did anything w them but i had them and my favorite was a riverclan warrior named shellstream i remember this VIVIDLY

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

oh boy. okay so this is hard because i feel like i’m continuously improving as a writer. like in the sense that my writing is getting closer and closer to really matching my own taste? my favorites tend to always be my current projects as a result. and i do really love set those ghosts alight (HP) but it feels a little like cheating to say a fic i haven’t even finished writing yet. even though it’s def not cheating, that’s just the direction my brain is taking it.

i’m gonna say and then what? (OMGCP) because i’m super proud of the prose (especially ch 2 aka the first actual prose chapter), survived by (HP) for SUCCESSFULLY WRITING AN EMOTION and making readers cry :), and Q&A (AFTG) because i’m literally the one who wrote it and yet it still makes me wheeze. those are all fics i reread occasionally, because i’m big enough to admit i enjoy rereading my old stuff! (just like. to a point. some of my old stuff i can’t look at anymore because all the mistakes stick out to me like they have spotlights shining directly on them)

this was fun!! i’m gonna do an open tag because i just started my fall semester and brain tired. i know sometimes people see open tags and assume the op didn’t really mean it but I MEAN IT, PLEASE DO THIS AND TAG ME!!!!! YES YOU READING THIS

#tag games #long post #birl talks

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