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luckycharms1701 · 10 days

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So everybody talks about Leo or Raph calling you princess, but why is nobody talking about Future or Cowboy Leo calling you sweetheart or love?!

just….just imagine…

so i know i just got this and i’ve got seven requests in my queue before i should do this one but oh my god. oh my god it just wrote itself. i’m so sorry everyone who’s been waiting so patiently

Leo brings Trick to a halt, careful to jostle his passenger. “Welcome to the old homestead, sweetheart,” he says, making sure to infuse juuust the right amount of mockery into his voice as he gestures grandly towards the collection of buildings in front of them. He notes with amusement the way you go still in front of him. Good. He hopes you’re uncomfortable.

He dismounts the horse and turns to help you down, only to stop and blink. You are staring straight ahead at the ranch, lips thin and hands tight on the pommel. What surprises him, though, is the light pink dusting your face.

You don’t look at him, and a smirk slowly grows on his face. So that’s how it is, huh? Time to have a little fun. “Here, let me help you down, darlin’,” and this time he sees the way your eyes widen and your blush deepens.

You stiffly swing your leg over the pommel, and he softens his sharp smirk a little. Your gaze, however, lands on his shoulder, and he can’t help the way his lips twitch. Oh, this is exactly what he needed after the journey the two of you just suffered through.

He reaches up and lifts you down, once again surprised at how small you are. You’ve been such a huge thorn in his side that he’d forgotten how your hands can’t reach all the way around his biceps as he lowers you to the ground.

“Anythin’ you need, love, you just ask, alrigh’?” The way he deepens his drawl must be what does it, as your head whips up to glare at him even as your blush deepens to red and travels down your neck.

It’s Leo’s turn for his hands to tighten, around your waist rather than the pommel. He quickly lets go of your waist and steps back to hide the surprise. Why in tarnation was he wondering just how far that blush spread under your clothes?

You are still glaring at him, and his smirk sharpens. “Is there a problem, sweetheart?” This time he drawls it out in the way that’s turned many a lady into a stuttering mess. He is pleased to note the way your gaze falters and yours fingers tighten into fists. Good. At least he’s not the only one discomfited around here.

“After you, my dear.” You turn stiffly and stalk off, and Leo chuckles lowly as he gathers Trick’s reins and follows behind you. It’s about time things got a little more lively around here.

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head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic @writinandcrying @xnorthstar3x @morenovix218 @donniesgirlie @gornackeaterofworlds @thelaundrybitch

#i’m sure this isn’t exactly what you were looking for #but i’ve been thinking about my cowboy leo au a lot lately #i might #i might use this in there #thank you anon-chan for the wonderful ask #talking tag #writing tag #cowboy leo #rise leo #rise leo x reader #tmnt

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evilkitten3 · 6 months

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naruto crack au where kakashi manages to successfully drill the "never abandon your comrades" thing into team seven's heads

so when sasuke deserts naruto and sakura immediately desert with him. like he gets to the village gates and they're just waiting for him bags packed like "what took u so long we doing this or what"

he tries to get them to go back bc of course he does. "no you losers this is about me i'm going to kill my brother. also i'll have to kill my best friend for the super sharingan and you two are like the only people i talk to". but they do not listen. teamwork sasuke we will defeat your brother (OUR brother #communism) with the power of teamwork. just like kakashi-sensei said

suddenly orochimaru has to deal with three horrible little goblins with an even more codependent relationship than his old team

#naruto #team seven #orochimaru's favorite is sakura bc she's smart and respectful and gives kabuto headaches #kabuto's favorite is naruto bc he thinks he's funny #nobody's favorite is sasuke. he's fine with that tho #also sakura can still summon slugs she made a bet with tsunade ahead of time for the right to make the contract #kakashi keeps trying to get his team back but keeps approaching them one on one #which always ends in whoever he's talking to going ''i can't abandon my teammates sensei wtf''#obito is watching all of this from the bushes and laughing his ass off #the sound five live bc. nobody bothered to tell tsunade team seven had left until it was way too late #orochimaru keeps her updated tho #every time kakashi tries to sneak in and steal his kids back oro sends him back with pictures of how they're doing #''little sakura-chan is making excellent progress with chakra scalpels! you must be so proud! oh wait''#she hopes he dies #oro tells naruto who his parents are to spite jiraiya #unfortunately he does this when they're all still annoying little thirteen-year-old shitheads #so sakura and sasuke are both furious and don't talk to either of them for a day #they don't even know what they're mad about they're just Mad #meanwhile sakura's parents are happy to hear she's doing well and hope she writes soon #they don't. they don't really get the treason thing #team hebi/taka still forms ofc #it's an absolute disaster #sakura's a little sad when they finally ditch orochimaru bc she'd actually really enjoyed learning from him #like yeah he was an absolutely horrible human being but. she learned a lot!#he comes back later ofc #there's sorta an awkward moment when naruto finds out gaara got abducted and demands to go after him #sasuke: ok have fun #sakura: we're going too #sasuke: fuck #orochimaru: tell sasori i said hiiiii~ <3

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chanbig · 19 days

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After surviving the minor family coup attempt and multiple gunshot wounds, Big shows up at Chan's door one night, unable to sleep. He doesn't ask for anything—he never seems to ask for anything. All he seems to want is a place away from everything else. Night after night, he continues to show up, and Chan continues to let him in. If this is what Big needs, Chan will give it to him. It doesn't matter that he's in love with Big. He will never cross that line.

#chanbig #bigchan #kinnporsche the series #kp fics #kpanniversary2024 #kpts #chan kinnporsche #big kinnporsche #userdarcey #my first chanbig fic fhgjjg hello #and its not any of the ones i talked about #i thought it would be short and suddenly it was 9k. my bad #kp #this is what i was writing on the plane btw 😂

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kangaracha · 29 days

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daffodil + chan

a song

the prompt: daffodil (a god bows before a mortal)

read it on ao3

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"You have no power over me."

running through his hands like water, and suddenly the earth is not his to control. The skies do not turn with the twist of his head, lightning does not fork in the air when his eyes, dark as night and yet still lit by some unearthly light, fall upon you, his mouth wide as if to gasp for a breath he cannot take-

And yet, still, it shivers down your spine; the magic that draws you here even as you rip it apart, the prize of your conquest to rip the world into two.

"Take it back," he hisses through his teeth, the ground trembling with every syllable that slides down his tongue. You watch his mouth as it forms the words, the flash of teeth behind thin lips reminding you of the way that the swordsman you'd fought through to get here had smiled at you - the last of his seven challenges, the last of his demons, or angels, or citizens of the sprawling, damned city he claimed as his kingdom.

And here you stood, at the pinnacle of the eighth, and stared him in the eye without cringing away because now you knew the truth. Now you knew that what he whispered in the dark was a lie and what you saw with your eyes wasn't always true, and though he may be a god and a king amongst beings that you could never hope to rival, a god can only hold as much power as you give him. A god can only claim dominion over a beast that bowed to his dogma.

You see now that you are no beast. You are no believer in any lie he utters to the darkness.

"Take it back," he says again, the note of his voice changing. He pleads, his brow furrowing and his shoulders curling in as if waiting for the final blow. "Take it back now, before it's too late."

"I can't," you tell him, and you watch him fall to his knees, and you know that it's wrong and your heart pounds in your chest and it

like the ground does at the impact of his knees, crumbling into the pieces it was in when you first took his hand, alone on the side of the road with only one thing to call your own. And what was that thing, the little warmth you'd held to your chest in the dark and the cold? What had you traded away for the comfort of the house that crumbled around you now? Why had you destroyed him to get it back, where was it now, why did it not appear within his hands at this, the hour of his reckoning?

"Please," he spits into the cold ground, the dirt and the leaves and the curl of ivy that grows up the walls around you, old and ancient and not yet sprouted from its roots all at the same time. His hands curl in the dirt like he can reach down and pull the earth to him, like he can stop the wane of his power if he just tries to hold on a little bit tighter. "I know what you want, and I don't have it. I can't lose-"

Broken, fragile thing. Small god of limited earth, crouched at your feet like he might worship you instead. You'd thought him all-powerful once, and then you'd thought him severe and his servants and beasts and playthings petty, and then you'd thought him

because he'd smiled at you in the garden that bloomed from his own hands when you expressed your desire for a flower to tuck in the braid of your dark hair, and his hand had been soft in yours, and when he looked out across his kingdom and the clamouring faces of the people he'd brought to live there, he'd looked at them the same way that he'd looked at you.

Beneath your foot, the ground cracks, fracturing outwards like a spiderweb. It's your heart, you realise morosely, sinking from your chest and into the depths of the earth, disappearing with whatever he'd taken from you; and it was a wretched thing and it had betrayed you a hundred times over, but you still mourn at the loss of it and all the dreams it had carried with it. It blooms in your flowers in the corners of the room, embeds itself into the land and sings along with the song of his power, a thing you can hear but cannot touch, a beast once born that now does not belong to you.

"I'm sorry," he says, his breath like mist in the cold air, and even without your heart, you can't bear to see him so cold.

Your hands reach for him without permission, your body kneeling in the dirt before you can stand your feet firm upon the earth and refuse to move. He flinches away, but your fingers are soft upon his chin and the curve of his jaw, gentle when they brush the soft dip of his neck. "I only wanted to know what it was," you tell him with a voice that cannot hold itself steady. "I thought if you loved me, you would give it back." It's the only voice you have - you are not like him, or like Felix, speaking with many tongues. You don't have any power of your own.

"It's because I love you that I can't give it back." His voice is hoarse, every word a knife that he swallows without ever once flinching. "It's because I love you that I couldn't tell you what it was."

"But didn't I deserve to know?" you question. "Doesn't my life belong to me?"

Finally, his eyes rise, looking up at you with a fire that belies the cold of his skin. "Of course it does," he gasps, and his hand reaches up, dirt-stained fingers dragging at your cheek. "That's why I gave it to you, and I never asked for anything else."

"But you wouldn't give back what you took in the first place."

The sudden violence of his voice crumbles the walls and fractures the sky, the clouds blooming te dark colours of a bruise. The absence of his hand on your cheek stings in the cold; his face turns away, screwed up in regret and a pain he won't allow you to feel. You lurch forward before he can disappear, drawing him into your arms; stiff shoulders, spine of beaten steel, slow beat of a heart you once held in your hands.

He'd stood so tall and unmoving in the morning light, when you'd first walked down this path, and now in the dark of the setting sun and the ending of the earth, his weight slumps into your grasp, his resolve melting into the warmth of your body. "I didn't want you to suffer again," he says to the soft cotton of your shirt and the curve of your collarbone, his breath a whisper against your skin. "I couldn't watch that, when you asked me to make sure it would never happen again."

Surprise comes in the pause of your breath and the still of your arms, the jump of a heart you're not sure you still possess. "I asked you to make me forget?" you question the world behind his back, and into your neck, he sighs.

"You couldn't forget," he murmurs. "She was dead before I found you, and when I took her from your arms - you couldn't forget. There was nothing I could do to fix what had been broken. And then you begged me to let you forget, so I remembered her for you." He pauses, his throat hitching like he's swallowing something down. A sob maybe, or the tears he will never let fall. "I can't give her back though. She's not here anymore."

You push him upright, your hands on his shoulders, his neck, his face. Brushing away the hair that falls in his eyes, wiping at the blood that drips from the cut on his cheek. "Why didn't you tell me?" you ask, because the answer is incomprehensible. "Why did you let me go this far?"

"Because I was scared," he admits, and his teeth clench and his spine stiffens against the urge to hide away from you again. "Because I'm a wretched, evil, stupid thing who thinks they can-"

His words die in your throat; vile, wretched things that you store away to spit out later, into the ground where they belong. He is none of that; he is soft, and hesitant, until your fingers find the sharp curve of his hip and the lines of his back, dragging him closer and his lips open like there is nothing in the world to devour but you and

#sorry about the images everyone but tumblr wouldn't let me keep my aesthetic #and i refuse to bow to any shitty website #how tf do you align text on here #anyway #stray kids #bang chan #stray kids chan #bang chan x reader #stray kids x you #y/n without the y/n #lee felix #is mentioned #lee know is also in here if you can spot him #roo writes #the fight i had to a) finish this and b) post it #anyway 7k written for the last three days #a lil treat for #well for me because keeps refused to write me a fic and i got desperate #but for the love of god please someone read this please someone talk to me #i feel like i really cooked with this #one hour of my life spent going down a rabbithole #oh what else was i going to say #vaguely inspired by labyrinth #we went way off the labyrinth rails but #it's there #alright shit alright i'm gonna post it lets go i'm nervous

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byeonqkwan · 8 months

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#maja talks #a.c.e #I was about to write chan instead of yuchan this is too much for me to have to get used to lol

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emily-prentits · 9 months

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why did tjr write carrie noticing women so much if she wasn't going to make her sapphic. huh.

#rereading and i still say carrie and nicki should have had something #especially since nicki is already a lesbian i mean come on #it's not that hard...#carrie soto is back #carrie soto #nicki chan #i will not write fanfic for a book (said weakly)#thea talks

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faunandfloraas · 3 months

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You make me want to listen to FNF every time but I hate that song it makes me SO sad

someones not catching uuuuuuh uhhhhh uhhhh upppppppp

#thanks for the ask!#okay no but this just gives me the chance to talk about the weirdest take i saw about fnf #that was like Um Chan was lying about it being about the australian bushfires its clearly about love so lol nice try bro:/#and i was like ............................................ ???#the ashes? up in the sky?? fauna and flora even if i turn to dust i really want you back??#like ????? youre right its a love song!! but not everything is about romance jesusssssssssssssssss #they were not able to visit for 3 years and imagine watching your home burning down bc mind you it was like the whole country for 6 months #1 billion animals died. the ecosystem was horrendously damaged. and this bruv finds the notion too perplexing he and felix would be affecte #and maybe write a touching little song like>>?????#its such a good song bc its got that grief in it but it is a love song and its sad but theres that bit of hope too #ough anyway. Thats why i shouldnt go on twitter bc i get annoyed about dumb things!!!!!!#also like obvs the listener will have their own takeaways from a song and how they see it but still i was confused #lmaooo #ask #i said today was the day for tangents and i didnt lie

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atlas-affogato · 6 months

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4 5 9

4. How many WIPS do you have?

Oh god so many. 18 sitting in my drafts on ao3 right now, that's my main fic with 4 side one shots and 13 original to themselves stories, as well as the rest of my Kinktober prompts (I promise I will finish those even if it takes me a whole year) as well as 5 other fics I've started and a whole list of smut ideas, who knows when I'll get around to those.

5. What's a fic idea you had that you will never write?

Hmmm, I've had a lot of ideas that I've started and then ended up scrapping or putting on the back burner for the foreseeable future. I did have the idea of a Chow/Finn/Ratso/Valmont foursome but it is hard enough keeping track of 3 people, I think my brain will actually crap out if I try to write 4 people having sex.

9. Do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what you've written!

I write pretty much every day, I keep track of it on calendars. I wrote 28/31 days in October, 24/30 days in September and and 27/31 days in August. Pretty much the only days that I don't write anything are the days I am too tired/burned out to focus or I'm super busy.

I've been writing with @dramalibrarian today, so I won't share anything from a shared WIP but here, take this dialogue I wrote yesterday:

"And that's exactly my point," Finn said, gesturing at Chow with the pistol. "No one is going to put the gun down, if you don't know how to use a gun then you're going to die on your first shoot out and get the rest of us killed along with you. Take. The gun."

#ive got so much writing going on right now #i am actively working on like 10 stories right now #thanks for the ask!#yall know i love talking about writing #asks #my asks #ask answered #fanfiction #my fanfiction #my writing #jca enforcers fanfiction #jca enforcers #jca #jackie chan adventures #jca finn #jca chow #jca ratso #jca valmont

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savventeen · 11 months

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.|X| THANKS FOR PLAYING |X|.

[EPISODE 01]

[warnings: cussing]

[masterlist] || [prev] << [01] >> [next]

[a/n]

tfw ur bored and fail to resist the urge to be an Annoying Little Shit to ur crush bffae lol

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logicheartsoul · 9 months

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hello a-chan!!! <3 💫 🌿 💞 for the writing meme?

Hi, Mak!!! Damn, these are some heavy hitting questions, it might get long 😂 we’ll see how it goes

💫 what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback? Honestly getting any nice feedback is my fave at this point 😂

🌿 how does creating make you feel? I could answer how it makes me feel rn but that wouldn’t really be a representation of how I truly feel about creating. There’s just something about getting into the zone and just getting into the flow and then once you’re done something has resulted. When you’re just that focused it’s easy to forget everything except the thing you’re trying to create and sometimes we all need that. But sometimes creating can be cathartic or etc etc depending on what you’re doing

💞 what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language Are we talking as a reader or a writer? But honestly thinking about this as both, to me all these factors are important, when I read and write, I try to gauge if all these things are working to service the story. If the characters are ooc or they don’t work with the plot idea, then obviously something needs to change. If any of these are off balance, things need to be reevaluated, changed, fixed or whatever. Coz I’ve read stories that might be technically correct or have the most lush prose or dynamite characters but then the other stuff (plot, worldbuilding or whatever) just totally ruined it or was off.

Clearly, if I’m reading a fic and character is ooc, that will take me out, but that’s not the most important part of a story. I gotta see the whole and how it works (yet again maybe that’s the choral person in me 😂 what’s the most important thing in a song? You can’t have a song without it’s rhythm and beats, the tempo, the melodies and harmonies, the silence inbetween the notes. And this doesn’t include adding instruments or vocals!) and if it’s kinda funky/off/it just… *shrug*

[send fic writer asks]

#ask #answers #bisamwilson #a-Chan talks writing #I had to think about these but yeah!#I’m a big picture type of person lol which knowing me makes sense 😂

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moraygrotto · 1 year

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Heya! Would you be up for writing a fic about Idia chugging too much soda when playing his games which makes him super burpy until his stomach feels a little too heavy and gassy for him to play?

yushhh; filling this with idiа x reader !

"MmmmMMM! Fuck yeah!" Idia dropped his controller into his lap, then flopped down onto the sofa, kicking his legs up into the air.

As you walked into the room, you were greeted by his upside-down face, which blushed at once upon catching sight of you. On his gaming TV, his character stood idly next to an opened treasure chest.

"Oh!" Idia cheeped, looking sheepishly up at you. "Heya. Your work done?"

You nodded. "Yeah. How's your game going?"

"GREAT!" he burst out, picking up the controller and sitting up cross-legged. "I just beat this dungeon, the same one I mentioned earlier how people online are FUMING over the difficulty. Heheh, sniveling fuckin' noobs..." He caught himself mid-snicker, then looked up at you. "I can switch to co-op mode once I get back to home base, if you wanna—"

"No, no," you replied. "That's alright; you seem like you're in a good groove. Besides, I don't know if I'd have the energy—" On the table next to the couch, you spotted a six-pack of cola with two cans missing. "May I?" you said, gesturing to it.

"Oh, yeah," said Idia, "go right ahead." He licked his lips. "Actually, can you sauce me one too? This victory deserves a toast!"

Detaching two of the cans, you caught yourself before telling him you'd be pleased to share it with him. Even the smallest flirting could send Idia spiraling into a deeply flustered mood, and you didn't want to punctuate his current glee with anything else.

Sinking down next to him, you passed him one of the two cans of cola, which he cracked open and drank from at once. After a moment, you realized he was going for the whole can, pale throat bobbing with gulp after gulp. Finally, he shook a few last drops out onto his tongue, before setting the empty can down next to the sofa.

There were two others next to it, alongside a half-full bag of hot chips. You weren't sure why you had noticed neither these, nor how Idia's belly was pudged slightly out beneath his skinny long-sleeved T-shirt.

"Alright," he cheered, "let's goooo!" He turned to glance at you. "You good just watching?"

"Uh-huh," you said. "Mind if I get a little closer, or will that impede your gaming?"

"Huh? No, I don't think so."

With this permission, you sidled up next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder and snaking one arm around his side.

"Ohmigosh," he began muttering in his talking-to-himself voice. "Totally getting cuddled while gaming right now. Like, every gamer's dream. Okay, this is fine; it'll make me better, not worse."

Under your fingers, as Idia clicked a button to resume his game, you could feel his belly rumbling.

Seeming to slip quickly back into the headspace, Idia muttered to himself about the game he was playing, making note of various features and cursing at enemies.

"Alright, I doooon't think this puzzle is gonna be too hard; nope; it's definitely in the last room with the... yeah... Uh-huh— gURRP!"

His bony shoulder hitched slightly beneath your head as a loud belch popped out from between his open lips. You stiffened a bit, expecting him to be embarrassed.

"Oh, alright, guard the key," he continued to mutter, as if nothing had happened at all. "I'll just beat your ass into the ionosphere, no big deal; heheh, yeahhhuRP!" His stomach sloshed at this, and he quickly reached down into the bag of chips beneath him to stuff a few into his mouth.

Only now that you detached yourself from him and let your hand trail across his bony spine, did he seem to remember you were there. "Ohshitohfuck," he said between crunches. "I'm making a slob out of myself while you're watching me—"

"I don't mind!" you interjected at once. "I like seeing you this relaxed."

He gulped, blushing softly. "You're right, huh," he said. "I don't let myself chill out like this around very many people. Thanks for putting up with me, I guess."

"No problem whatsoever," you said, stroking up and down his back. Hearing the contents of his stomach churn loudly, you offered a firm pat.

Idia's eyes bulged outward as a strangled "Hngrk!" sounded from his throat, before a monstrous, guttural burp poured upward into his closed mouth. His cheeks ballooned up near the end, and he blew it out the corner of his pale blue lips. "Oof," he said, sharply averting his eyes, "uh—"

"Dude," you interrupted, before he could go on. "That was great. I didn't even know burps like that could come out of you."

Idia let out a tense sigh. "No way," he whispered, "Noway noway. I can't believe they like my burps. I've never gotten any compliments over voice chat before."

"Well, that one sounded incredible," you said, even though you knew he didn't like people responding to his self-talk. "Here," you said, reaching over to the depleted six-pack. "Got room for more?"

"Fuck yeah, I do!" he chimed. "You know I have a second stomach for gamer fuel."

Smiling, you passed him another can, and he opened it to take a sip before setting it down in his lap. As he continued his game, his words were interspersed with belches once more, but it seemed this time as if he were really talking to you when he explained his various maneuvers and strategies. Now and then, he paused to suck down more soda, occasionally following a loud gulp up with a satisfied burp.

"Hey," he said after shaking out the last dregs of the can, "could you pass me another?"

"Sure," you said, removing the final cola. "How does your tummy feel?"

"Rrph— Fine. I just wanna keep going."

Obediently, you passed it to him, and watched him mechanically set his empty drink down on the floor and replace it with the next one in his lap.

He drank with a focused ferocity, taking large swigs in brief pauses from his game. About halfway through it, he glanced at you, and blinked. "Hey," he said, "you haven't touched the can of soda you took."

It was then you realized that all of your attention had been on him, and you had forgot to even open it. "You're right," you said, and cracked open the tab. "Don't mind if I do," you quipped over the sound of fizz. "Get back to your game, now. You're in the middle of a quest; don't let me distract you."

As Idia resumed playing, you tried a sip of the cola. It was a foreign brand that he had ordered online, and the taste was just to the left of familiar on your tongue. It was strange to think that four and a half cans of it now bubbled inside of Idia.

"Rrgh—" he grunted a few minutes later. He had encountered a boss, but he wasn't spouting his usual babble throughout the fight.

"Hey," you interjected, "Idia, what's the matter?"

"Matter? No, I'm—" His character got hit on the head, and he frowned. "Nothing's the matter; I'm fine."

"Hey," you repeated, "if you're not comfortable, just pause the game."

"No, I'm fine; I can't— hic—"

The boss enemy dove forward, and Idia tried to sidestep its movement; all of a sudden, a brief gurgle coiled up from his stomach, and the loudest burp you had ever heard from Idia burst forth. Simply put, it was gorgeous. His belly muscles rippled; his bony chest lurched forward; his hands seized at the controller. It seemed entirely out of his control, too, like his body was nothing but a vessel for the soda bubbles now bursting cleanly free up his gullet. The sound of it almost dazed you.

Idia, on the other hand, looked sour. "FUUUCK!" he squealed, and only then did you notice the quiet game-over music coming from the TV.

He slammed his controller down and flung himself backward atop the sofa. "Stupidass overpowered garbage-tier game design boss fight—"

"Hey, hey—" you tried to say. "Idia, calm down—"

"You can't console me," he said, muffled as he slapped both palms over his face. "If any enemy is so powerful that you can't even burp while fighting them, then it's just logic that they shouldn't be in the game."

"Idia, my love," you said, "the game autosaved beforehand, remember? You can just restart the battle, with no interruptions this time."

Pouting fiercely, Idia reached down to the half-finished can of soda still in his lap, and chugged the remainder all at once. Crushing it in one skeletal hand, he wiped the back of his mouth with the other, and his scowling lips parted to let up a gurgling belch.

"There you go," you said, unsure how to diffuse his mood. "All fueled up, right?"

"Sure, whatever," he grumbled, and turned to the screen again.

"Here," you said, "before you start up again—" You slid a hand beneath one of his own. "Take a few deep breaths with me."

If it were anyone else, Idia would most likely roll his eyes and mutter a snide refusal, so your heart was warmed to actually see him close his eyes, and draw in a breath in time with you.

His shoulders rose, and just as he was about to exhale—

"Grgglurphhhhhhh..."

"Baby," you said, "you can't even breathe without burping; that's so cute!"

Idia's eyes snapped open. "What?"

"You really crammed yourself full of soda, huh?"

Idia snorted, a blush rising to his cheeks again. "I can't help myself; it's so good."

"I'm not blaming you," you replied. "Can I touch your stomach?"

His gaze dropped to the floor. "Whatever. Go ahead."

Once more, Idia closed his eyes, and let his hands fall to his sides, exposing his body in a way he rarely seemed to do.

Through the thin fabric of his shirt, Idia's soft tummy shifted under your hand like liquid. A gentle prod to the sensitive cleft beneath his ribcage elicited a gurgle, and another gurgle, and more in succession like a meteor shower of sound.

A few gentle belches passed up and hissed through his lips, and after a moment, Idia truly seemed to relax.

"Good boy," you couldn't help but to coo. "Does this feel any better?"

"M-hm," he whimpered. "You really think I'm cute like this?"

"Yes, adorable."

He blinked his eyes shyly open. "Almost makes me wish that weren't the last can, heheh..."

You held up the soda you had been drinking, which was still mostly full. "I mean, there is more."

"That one's yours, though."

The thought of one more drink poured into Idia was far more appealing right now than having the rest to yourself. Suddenly, a devious thought entered your mind. "You can have it," you said, "if you let me hold the can while you drink."

Idia went stiff as a board. "Ohmigod, really?"

"Yeah?"

"For real? You're actually willing to feed me soda?"

You chuckled. "I'm asking."

His blush had spread to every visible inch of skin; he looked on fire, even moreso than usual. "Yeah, um, okay," he squeaked. "You can do that. Just, um?" He took a trembling breath. "Could you, like, praise me while you're doing it? Also, go slowly. I don't wanna choke."

"Yeah, of course!" You reached around to hold him once more, and lifted the can.

"Oh!" tittered Idia. "Right now; okay."

Carefully, you aligned the mouth of the can with his tilted head, pressing it to his lips like a kiss. "Ready, baby?"

He gave an "Mmn" in reply, and you carefully tipped the fluid into him. A drop of it missed, bubbled, overflowed down the corner of his mouth, but you pet his back warningly, trying to urge him to stay still. "It's okay," you said, "we'll clean it up afterwards. Just be good for me, and drink."

His small, constant gulps were interrupted by a voiced sound which must have been some kind of affirmative. You kept stroking his back, over and over the ridge of his spine, careful to keep your hand steady, for if you gave him the slightest pat, you were sure he would burp, and messily interrupt his constant sipping.

"There you go," you soothed. "You're doing a good job."

At this, Idia actually slurped harder at the flow, making audible gulping sounds as he forced it down his throat, and the trickle of overflow thickened by a few drops down his chin.

"Be careful," you chuckled, then let your voice fall back to a flirting tone. "Don't hurt yourself, baby. You're too cute for that; just sip slowly now."

"Mm," Idia grunted.

The angle of the can was quickly nearing ninety degrees, and Idia was drinking obediently, the sound of fizz a soft background to his wet slurps and gulps.

After a while, he gave a noise like a moan.

"Are you okay, baby boy?" you asked. "Tap my thigh twice if no, okay? Otherwise, I want you to chug this whole thing for me."

You took one of his hands, and placed it on your thigh, but Idia continued gulping down, hair cascading down his back and Adam's apple jutting outward as his head tipped back to swallow the last of the cola.

When the can was upside down, you tapped out the dregs with a finger. Weakly, face flushed and belly snarling audibly, Idia licked upward at the drops.

"That's my good boy," you praised, and placed the can down next to its emptied brethren, the latest trophy showcasing just how much Idia's tank could hold.

Jaw trembling, Idia moaned pathetically.

"Don't say a word," you said. "Just let it settle." Carefully, you reached out to caress his belly. It was tight under your fingertips' touch, made noises like a discontented animal while giving the tactile and visual impression of a balloon ready to burst.

Idia was breathing slowly through his mouth.

"That's it," you said, "just relax your throat, stomach muscles, everything. You drank that so well; I'm so proud of you."

You didn't realize, at first, the sound Idia was making, through the incessant clamor of his stomach around its fizzing contents, and the soft music still playing from the TV. Through his open lips, you realized, was rumbling a soft "grrrrrrrphhhhhhhhhfff..."

You leaned in close, rubbing your thumb over the sensitive parts of his belly while you cradled the soft parts in your palm, and at your touch the sound grew louder, deepening into a rolling "urggggggh—"; at the slightest bit more pressure applied, into a hearty "GRURRRRRRP..."

His brow was furrowed; you couldn't tell if he was blissed out by the cola's sweetness, a helpless victim to his own digestive system, or both.

At last, the belch trailed off on a bubbly gurgle, and then a low afterburp passed up through him as he sat completely still.

There was a beat of blank, inert silence, then Idia wheezed a deep breath, doubling over. "Fuck," he said, "Ohhh my god. Holy shit."

"You okay?" you said.

"Yeah! Yeah, urph, I'm great. Holy moly, man; that was... Ahhh..."

You cautiously scooched an inch closer to him. "Was that good enough praise?" you said. "Was it what you were hoping for?"

"Are you freaking kidding me?" Idia said, gripping his thighs. "That was INSANE. Uhh, you were perfect, that is."

"Good," you said, and passed him a half-crumpled napkin from the bedside table. "Wanna clean your face off?"

Idia took it from you without looking. "Yeah," he said, and dabbed at his chin. "Oh my god, yeah."

You laughed, and pat his back. "Are you ready to try that boss fight one more time?"

Idia froze, then continued wiping his face. "No," he said. "I will tomorrow. I'm totally outta my groove now. Plus, I'm way too full for that. I think it is officially Idia chill time."

As Idia sat up, you hugged him close, and pecked a kiss atop his sticky cheek. "In that case," you said, "do you want more belly rubs?"

You felt goosebumps form under Idia's sleeve, and he leaned into you. "Urp— Y-yeah," he stuttered. "I'd say yes to that."

#moray writes #burping #warning that reader-chan does talk a lot in this one; i hope even if they arent words you personally would use that theyre still words you #want said to idiа 🥺

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stitched-mouth-vs-the-world · 7 months

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Maybe now is a terrible time to say I am now writing for Yandere Simulator characters, but whatever.

I don’t support Alex’s actions and am not fond of him in the slightest. I’ve always thought he had major pedo vibes and whilst he didn’t actually touch a kid, I don’t doubt he hasn’t dreamt about it or even possibly done it and not been caught…

I think Yandere Simulator started out as Alex’s fetishisation of teenage girls, the game very much so feels gears to men who are attracted to barely legal girls, even though I imagine the majority players who are interested in completing the game (IF it’s ever finished) are women.

But it was absolutely started to sexualise underage girls.

So when I say I write for the characters, I mean only in SFW ways. I will not be writing for any of the students in a nsfw way because they are all children to me. I think Alex has said before they are all 18… but come on, majority of them are 16/17. He clearly only said that as an excuse for the sexualisation.

I think the only 18 year olds in the game are Ayano and Megami. And I’m just guessing here, based on personality. But even so, I won’t be writing nsfw for them because I don’t know for sure they are 18+ and I’m not interested in attracting any pervs who play the game.

I will be writing smut for the Guidance counsellor though, can’t stop me.

Also, a few years ago I write a slightly nsfw work for Info-Chan. I’ve decided now that that’s problematic and will not be doing that again. I know we don’t know her age or if she’s a student for sure but I don’t care. I’m not writing smut for someone unless I know for sure they are 18+.

So the students will only be writing SFW for are:

• Ayano Aishi (Yandere-Chan)

• Ryoba Aishi (Student) (Yandere-Chan’s Mother)

• Megami Saikou (Student Council President, 10th Rival)

• Kuroko Kamenaga (Student Council Vice President)

• Shiromi Torayoshi (Student Council Treasurer)

• Info-Chan

• Uekiya Engeika (Garden Club Leader)

• Oka Ruto (Occult Club Leader, 4th Rival)

• Budo Mastua (Martial Art’s Club Leader)

• Miyuji Shan (Light Music Club Leader)

• Kaga Kusha (Science Club Leader)

• Midori Guri (Green Green)

• Homo Kurusu (Science Club’s Roboticist)

• Mutsumi Rokuda (Bully Leader)

• Honami Hodoshima (80s School Librarian)

• Kencho Saikou (Megami’s Brother)

So these are the characters I will write nsfw for:

• Genka Kunahito (Guidance Counsellor)

• Ryoba Aishi (Adult) (Yandere’s Mother)

• The Yakuza

• Mae Kunahito (80s Guidance Counsellor / Genka Kunahito’ Mother)

Don’t think for one second I’m posting positively about Yandere Sim to show support for Alex. I hope he drowns in pedo allegations because I’m convinced he’s done more than just inappropriate convos with minors.

In case you didn’t follow my previous blog, I’m quite strict when it comes to relationships with minors. I don’t interact with them nor do write smut about them. I also don’t age up characters just to sexualise them, I said that a lot on my last blog because I’m apart of BNHA fandom and there is so much age uping of minors just to sexualise them over there. Aging up a character just to sexualise them is just as bad as writing smut about a child.

This means I also won’t be age uping anyone in my SFW section above to write smut about them. So no, “Imagine adult Ayano’s kink—-“ requests, stop RIGHT THERE.

Alex doesn’t profit off fanfics about his characters which is why I’m so comfortable writing for them.

I’ll post a real masterlist when I’m bothered. I have so many masterlists to rewrite now, thanks Tumblr.

#stitched #stitched mouth #stitched talks #stitched writes #yandere #yandere simulator #ayano aishi #yandere chan

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rootspoing · 11 hours

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project sekai made the character that looks the most like me have the most relatable issues and then never let her have a good day ever

#ok exaggeration but when she's happy it's mostly because she's passively accepting things #and yeah acceptance can be important and good but god it just feels miserable when there's NO catharsis or anger you know #I want her to be angry. I want it to get more real than just wahhh an chan I'm sorry >.< then hug and make up #I want female characters to be able to have disputes that are more than easily resolved misunderstandings #and I want those disputes to meaningfully develop and change their relationship going forward #I know it's not popular to talk about misogyny in PJSK but god the writing isn't exempt from it either and don't think for a second it is

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hisoknen · 8 months

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i know i had a drunk ramble and sadge here a bit ago but i opened ao3 after nearly a year and some of the comments have me crying and looking like that blubber fish and all warm heart things

i made a new main a while back and still making it look pretty. no promises i’ll use it a ton but there will be some things there eventually! mutuals and friends can message if you’d like it

#makes me wanna write again #i’m gonna rewrite all the fics here with my new hands and brain and make them special again i think #and put them there #today is fun okok i need to go back to listening to #chan talk through my headphones and lose my sanity a lil #mwah #tophee talks

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magicaltear · 3 months

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Thanks for the tag @ailendolin! ♡ I'm sorry I'm doing this almost two months later, but better late than never!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

19 as of January 2024. I guess I'm a very slow writer, but I'm quite happy with my fics so far ♡

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

193,393. Huh. Sadly, less than I'd hope for.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've only ever written for 1917 and Marvel. I've been toying with some fic ideas for Star Wars, but nothing concrete yet.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. An Outside Chance (1,359 kudos - Marvel MCU)

2. In Every Universe (715 kudos - Marvel MCU)

3. I'm Better When I'm Dancing (161 kudos - Marvel MCU)

4. As Long As We Both Shall Live (74 kudos - 1917 film)

5. Echoes of Grief (57 kudos - Digimon Adventure: Last Evolution Kizuna)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! To every single one of them. It might take me a while, but I very much enjoy doing it. The fun thing about posting fanfic online is getting to hear people's thoughts and reactions. I'll always be grateful to all of my readers who take a moment to leave a comment on my chapters and stories ♡

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That would probably be A Million Is Only a Statistic because of the Major Character Death tag. The story follows Colonel Mackenzie and Major Hepburn from the 1917 film, who sadly do not have a happy ending in the fic.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I mainly try to write Happy Endings because it is what I enjoy the most, so most of my fics are fairly feel-good stories. Maybe...Peace On Earth (Will Come To Stay) because I could have gone for a sadder ending in so many scenes, but I stubbornly stuck to the Everyone Lives happy ending I wanted for the 1917 characters.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully, I don't! ♡ My readers are all absolutely amazing and very supportive. If anything, they might express their dislike for some characters in the fandom, but they never spew hate toward them or my writing. I appreciate them all so much ♡

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

I haven't posted any, no, but I have started to practice that type of writing, too. I'd like to include small bits of it in future stories as another chance for character exploration, so I like the kind that helps the plot in that way. (So you won't be seeing any PWP from me any time soon haha!)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do, but not in the classic sense where characters from two fandoms get to interact in the same world. It's more of an alternate universe take, I think. All of them have been for the 1917 fandom so far, but I think my craziest one so far has to be The Great British Pastry War in which I dumped the 1917 characters into the GBBO competition LOL

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't believe I have, no. Let's keep it that way, shall we?

12. Does not exist apparently (:o)

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

I have! And it's a lot of fun~! Please Don't Go (Rushing By) is the only one I've co-written so far, and I hope my friend and I can complete it one day.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Oh gosh, there are just too many. I never really fall out of love with a ship because there are days when I will be struck with a craving for their dynamic or world so I'll look up fics about them. I guess I always return to Ironstrange, Johnlock, Frostcup, and Klance.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Hmm, I really wish to continue my Dwelling Impressions series which is a BBC Ghosts AU for 1917, but it is honestly really low in my WIP list at the moment, to be honest :C

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told it's my dialogue and characterization. The characters really do act and sound like themselves in my stories, and that's something I'm rather grateful to hear. The point of fanfiction is being able to recognize your favorite characters in it, right?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I've been struggling with descriptions as of late. I got too used to writing simple cues for scripts, so flowery narration and interesting vocabulary have constantly eluded me. I've also been terrible at consistency, so I keep my poor readers waiting for longer than I'd like (but life has been busy so there's nothing much I can do about it orz)

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

I've done it a few times. I can speak three languages myself and know a few words in other languages as well, so I know from experience how your language wires can get all tangled in your head. Recently, I've stuck to simply writing the dialogue in English and simply stating in the dialogue tag that the line was spoken in another language for ease of reading.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Whoa, that would have been Naruto way back when Quizilla was still a thing. Maybe some 18 years ago now??? Hot damn.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Oh no, there's been a lot haha! One thing I like about my fanfics is that I will often go back and reread them because I write exactly what I like. That said...I really like In Every Universe, which is my Ironstrange rewrite of Multiverse of Madness, and my ongoing long fic An Outside Chance. As an honorary mention, I will add A Million Is Only a Statistic because it actually earned its place as an official part of the series that inspired it.

Tagging: @vannral @kiki-shortsnout @aelaer @stewardofningishzida

#tear-chan talks #tear-chan writes #tumblr game #ailendolin #fanfic

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