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Last Line Tag
@illarian-rambling got me, so here is...well, not the last line written but last fiddled with (because I keep re-reading before writing and then I gotta change things).
From Before Deluca:
Yes, I’ll stay, I told him, standing to walk to the bed, filled with all his icy blood I found myself sated, cooled, but all else had left me exhausted, just as you’ll stay in that box until I have had time to sleep…and figure out what you deserve.
Taggin' @addicted2coke-theothercoke @unmellowyellowfellow and @gothamxwattpad -- no pressure, of course.
#writeblr#last line tag#tag games#before deluca#i am writing this vampire novel and no one can stop me#until pale blood is ready for print#or weald and wen is#and i gotta write sequels
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do you think DO YOU THINK i can focus on work under these conditions (nsfw under the cut . kinda)
“Did you touch yourself while you were at it?”
James’ breath hitches. “Baby—”
“Did you imagine it was my hand instead of yours, daddy?” Regulus tilts his head up, looking up at James from under his eyelashes. Their lips are close enough that a tiny push would be enough to shorten the distance. “Or my mouth, perhaps?”
James’ gaze falls downwards, eyes hooded and darkening as he watches the way Regulus’ tongue wraps around his words.
“Or maybe it was something else,” Regulus whispers, barely audible. “You remember how good it felt to be inside me, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” James exhales, not looking away from Regulus’ lips.
“I bet you couldn’t stop thinking about it. About how perfectly your cock fit in me, how hard you fucked me. How much you came.”
“Fuck. Yeah, baby, fuck. It’s been on my mind all the bloody time.”
“On mine, too,” Regulus confesses softly, like it’s a secret. “You can’t even begin to imagine how much I’ve jerked off to the thought of you.”
“Regulus—” James starts, strained, his hand clamping down his arm.
“It just wasn’t quite the same, you know,” he sighs, completely ignoring the other man. “I still came, of course, but my fingers don’t feel as good anymore. Yours are longer, daddy. And thicker. They can fuck me so deep.”
“Fucking hell, Regulus,” James groans, sounding pained. He makes an attempt to kiss him, but recoils at the very last second, to Regulus’ disappointment. “Your brother is literally right there.”
#no thoughts#only iwtywmm jeggy on my mind#i should be able to spend my day writing them#but nooooo#i gotta work instead#smh#fic: i will touch you with my mind (the sequel)
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Fandom: Tekken
Relationship: Kazama Jun/Mishima Kazuya
Rating: Explicit (this one has sexy times so not for kiddos)
THIS IS POST TEKKEN 8. BIG TEKKEN 8 SPOILERS. DON'T READ IT WITHOUT FINISHING THE GAME UNLESS YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT SPOILERS.
Additional Tags: Reunion, Reunion sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Awkward Conversations About Not-So-Accidentally Trying to Murder Your Son and Actually Murdering Your Dad and Kind of Accidentally Abandoning Your Unknown Baby-Mama, Forgiveness, Getting Back Together, Dealing with the mental fallout of Tekken 2 to Tekken 8, which for both of them is...a lot, but they're getting there
"I am not the man you want me to be," Kazuya admits. "But that does not mean the man I am does not love you."
"...Still?" Jun asks, the word the only thing that can quite get out of her throat.
#tekken#jun kazama#kazuya mishima#kazjun#kazujun#kazjun week 2024#kazujunweek2024#yes this is SO GOD DAMN LATE#But it took on a life of its own and it's 16K so#;_; I throw myself on the mercy of the Kaz/Jun shipping court#this is the last prompt so now I gotta finish the others I started lol#There will probably be a sequel to this with Jin's perspective at some point because I am mentally ill for the Mishimas atm#because I imagine it would be so fucking weird to seeing your dad and mom get together after all...that#my favorite part of this fic is the repetitive aspect where they mirror one another a lot#....and tbh Kaz going GET USED TO YELLING MY NAME WOMAN which I think is the most in character thing I've ever written for him#this man is a service dom and a terror#I tried to write more realistic sex scene for them here and that was also quite fun!
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Monty x reader would be cuteee~
But also i wanna see your littol guy with the animatronics!!!i like seein your widdol guy
I've had a concept that can do both at once for a while now so I might as well use that.
Lost and Found
Monty X GN Security Guard Reader
In which you ignore protocol on a whim
Patrols in the Pizzaplex were always very dull for a night shift employee, especially sense the head security guard, Vanessa, gave you explicit instructions not to talk to the animatronics.
There was never a break in at the Pizzaplex, anyone locked in after closing are always found basically right away, and every square inch of the main floors are patrolled by Staff bots who are basically walking motion sensors.
Recently you hadn't even bothered to patrol the floor anymore, and instead find yourself crashing in the Security Tunnels until your shift ended. Tonight included.
You made your way to Monty Golf through the underground maze, as you'd found the muffled golfing music relaxing, when a distant sound caught your ear. Something you were sure the dayshifters were much more use to than you were.
Crying.
A child crying.
You checked the time; almost 2am. If they'd been left here when the doors had shut at 10 surly someone would have already found them by now and reported them to Vanessa, right?
You picked up the pace a little, turning off course and following the sound. Around a few more corners, you found the source.
Montgomery Gater stood over a very small child in a very big sweater, who was currently sobbing his little eyes out.
The animatronic looked rather freaked out, glancing over his shoulders, motioning with his hands for the child to calm down, repeatedly softly shushing them to the best of his ability. You'd heard he was stiff around the kids sense his upgrades to join the band, but this was pitiful.
"Monty? What's going on?" You asked as you approached, tucking your flashlight back into it's holster on your hip.
Monty whipped around to face you, knocking into the child with his large tail as he did so, "Nothin'!" He got defensive immediately, a soft growl to his voice, which just made the loud screaming of the now collapsed toddler next to him even worse.
You walked passed him and helped the kid up. He was small, with round cheeks and big sopping wet eyes. His hair was white and messily cut, which was hard to tell with how wild and curled it was. He wore a child's 2XL daycare sweater you'd seen in the gift shop a few times, with the sun Daycare attendant's cartooned face on it, and one sock.
"Are you okay, baby?" You asked softly, patting his very unkempt hair, "Did the big bad gator scare you?"
"Hey, I ain't bad!" Monty squatted next to you, "He was cryin' BEFORE I found him, just so you know."
You looked at Monty, "Did you contact Vanessa?"
"I tried." The gator huffed, "Somethin's jammin my signal." Monty did a motion that mimicked someone picking their ear with their pinkie, but he both didn't have an ear nor anything worth picking out of it.
"Probably just the way it is down here," You suggested, standing up with the child in your arms, "Let's get back up on ground level and figure it out from there."
Monty nodded and stood up as well, following you as you made your way to the stairs to Monty Golf.
Once above ground, Monty tried again to contact the head security guard, but still nothing.
Technically at this point, you were supposed to take any lost children to items to lost and found and leave them there. It basically functioned as Vanessa's office, and she would eventually show up and handle the situation, but just leaving a kid in an office all alone for who knows how long didn't sit right.
You glanced at the kid, who was doing a lot better now that he was out of the dark tunnels, staring in awe at the fairy lights of Monty Golf.
"Lemme try my walkie." You said, and then passed the toddler off to Monty, who very clumsily took him, "hold this."
"Wha- Hey!" Monty barked at you as you stepped away, you could hear the child laugh at Monty's frustrations, so at least he wasn't scared of the gator.
Just like Monty though, all you were getting was static. The stupid walkies were always junkie anyway. Fazbear was always looking for costs to cut after all.
Now what..?
"Hey," Monty suddenly was right behind you, "No luck?"
"Nothing," You answered Monty, putting your walkie back and turning fully to face him, "Guess we should head for lost and found." You reached for the kid, only for Monty to take a step back from you.
You blinked, "What?"
"What?" Monty echoed you, now two steps away.
"You... Don't want to take the kid to lost and found?"
"I didn't say that." Three steps.
You motioned to the distance between the two of you with an annoyed look.
Monty shifted his weight, still clumsily holding the kid an arm's length away from himself, "..I think it's a bad idea." He finally admitted.
"Why?"
He glanced away, the toddler looked between the two of you, very confused. You felt the same way, but decided to give it up and sighed.
"Alright, but we have to do something with him." You watched at Monty turned to you, shocked you'd agree to go against protocol like this. You were too, to be honest. But, you figured he had a good reason. "Any ideas?"
Monty looked at the kid in his hands, who stared back at him with big, blank eyes. "..The daycare?" He suggested.
You thought on it for a moment, "...It is a place built to hold kids, I suppose..." You walked over to him, finally taking the child from his clumsy grasp, "What do you say? Wanna go meet Sun and Moon?"
The kid's face lit up as he gripped onto your shirt, he nodded rapidly and smiled a wide, jagged toothed grin at you.
You nodded, and headed back down into the maintenance tunnels with Monty close on you heels.
It didn't take long to get to Daycare from Monty Gold through the tunnels, so long as you know where you're going. Which you admittedly did not. But Monty did, and was more than smug about getting to lead you around.
In the daycare the child you'd found quickly lept from your arms and ran to the pickup doors, pulling them open and running inside, calling loudly for "Mr. Sun". When the door slammed closed, you were unable to get them to open again, which was worrying for several reasons, and probably should have been more of a concern, but you let it go when Monty's hand slammed against your shoulder blades with a chuckle.
"Good work, Boss." Monty smiled down at you, "I really didn't expect you to help me get away with that. Thanks."
You rolled your arm, which stung, and looked back at Monty confused, "Get away with... What?"
Monty smiled a toothy grin, "Don't worry 'bout it. Just know ya did good."
You probably would have pressed more if your watch hadn't started going off, signaling the end of your shift already.
"4am already, huh? I'd offer to walk ya to the door but y'ain't supposed to talk to us animatronics anymore, are ya?" Monty turned and made his way back to the maintenance tunnels entrance, "See ya tomorrow night, Boss. Don't tell ol' Vanny 'bout this." He waved over his shoulder.
You gave one more glance to the Daycare door. Inside you could hear the Daycare attendant. His usual anxious voice, muffled and distant, twinged with relief.
You decided you'd done the right thing, even if you didn't really know what you'd done, and made for the main entrance to daycare.
Maybe Monty could explain exactly what you'd done right tomorrow.
#Emile's Writing#Hhhhh it's bad it's bad it's nothing and it's bad don't ask me to include my S/Is again I'm so clunky with them with Reader inserts involve#I'm clunky with them in general fkdgjkdfgkjdf#This one could have a sequel if you're interested but it'll take me a hot minute#Cause I really gotta stew on how I want to write Monty more#Monty X Reader#FNaF Monty#Montgomery Gator#Self Insert fanfiction#Little guy me... Don't worry about it
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I can fix him*
*bad writing, underutilized gameplay mechanics, characters with unfulfilled potential, funded by bootlickers
#ra speaks#personal#sorry I made dr phone calls and have like. ten minutes til I gotta get ready for first class of the semester. let me have this.#I think I should get every COD game ever for free. it’s MY tax dollars at work after all (actually anything produced w us military funding#should be free I think I can trap even my bootlicker tax hating dad into getting onboard w this one)#anyways. ghosts was…decent. but jfc if you give me a silent protag I expect SOME self awareness in the writing.#why are characters calling to him on comms when they know he won’t respond? why doesn’t he have an AAC device or something more futuristic?#I’m just saying if you explicitly limit a character you need to respect those limits in te writing. it’s not that hard.#like non of the characters even acknowledge that Logan never talks. esp weird when he first meets the ghosts#also. obv not a big fan of ‘all of South America has United into evil space terrorists’ but it was 2013 so ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯#wish we got to see some SDC civis y’know? get a bear on the average attitudes abt the whole. invading the US thing.#(jfc do not get me started on The Wall like this is a 2016 trump voter’s power fantasy)#also Riley was such an interesting mechanic why couldn’t they have at least substituted him w drones or something on the other missions??#you get him for like. two missions. and then he gets shot and you have to protect him (gosh I actually loved that section)#just. it was clear Logan was The Dog Guy with an aptitude for tech. honestly Hesh felt more like the MC than Logan.#and while Logan doesn’t have a ton of personality we can glean as a result of non speaking + ZERO communication at all ever#seriously he doesn’t even like. wave or give thumbs up to people wtf dude do ppl just assume he’s psychic or something???#I do LOVE the few scenes we get with him acting outside of player control/where he actually has agency (Elias’ death. the final cutscene)#and like it’s not much but it’s enough that I WANT to see what happens next#but alas. a decade old game without a true sequel (I think??? haven’t actually looked into it.)#my brother is making fun of me for being a COD gamer now like boy. I have no defense pls be nice to me T-T
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Guess who finished writing the last chapter of Tainted City >:]
#it’s me I did#still gotta do some editing and have my partner beta read before I can post the last two chapters but#I did it I wrote way too much just dance fanfiction#what comes next? you’ll see#I do have plans but sometimes plans don’t happen#I hope I can still write the sequel after this but I’m about to graduate college so I have no idea what my life’s gonna look like next month#I also have some cirque du soleil fics I wanna write at the same time#yes cirque du soleil#I’m getting way off topic here#point is look out I’ve got two more chapters in the bank headed your way#and wish me luck
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How about some Madmare it’s always so nice to see mad being a brat every once and a while
Absolutely~!
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It was a rarity when Mare was still working and Mad wasn’t. Everyone knew that Mad was the workaholic in the couple, so more often than not, Mare was the one guiding, or carrying, Mad away to call it a day. But Mad had called it early today, something stirring within and working him up, and he decided that he was going to be the one to initiate something, and he was going to be such a brat with it, too.
He now stood outside the door to the office Mare had claimed, robe covering what he wore, and after making sure the hall was empty, he dropped it and walked into the office.
“Give me just a moment, and I’ll be right with you.” Mare was chewing his lip in thought, trying to understand the word on the paper in front of him. How Dark did this daily without losing his mind was beyond him.
“You’re scheduled for another hour, right?” Mad asked, keeping his tone calm and even.
“Yeah, Dark said to stay on call or something like that. Annoying, but at least-” Mare looked up and froze.
“It’s not fair when we can’t leave when we want, is it?” Mad added a little pout to his voice, leaning back against the door to show off what he wore some more. He had on some purple lacy thigh highs ending with little bows and a pair of matching panties with lace ribbons crossing on his stomach that went into what looked like a lace crop top that had a heart cut out at the chest.
“That’s…That’s new.” Mare felt like his brain wasn’t working at the moment. It was still churning to catch up to what Mad was doing.
“It’s too bad you can’t play with me since you wouldn’t want to disappoint Dark.” Mad couldn’t help the shiver that went down his back as he watched Mare’s face slowly turn into an almost evil grin.
“Don’t test me, starlight.”
“I’m not testing anything. I’m just making the simple statement that you can’t do anything~” Mad made sure to hit those last four words hard.
“Be careful, or you’ll regret it.” Mare found it hard to resist going over there and proving his point at that exact moment.
“Will I? I’m not sure.” Mad was getting the biggest rush from this, lifting a hand and tapping his cheek. “You’re not allowed to do anything right now. Rules and all that.” He then giggled. “I’m going to bed, this outfit is really comfortable, and I think I might call it an early night~” Mad turned and showed Mare that the back of the panties was sheer, and he could see his ass very easily. “Bye~” He sang and stepped out of the office, closing the door and quickly getting his robe back on to go down the hall.
Mad felt so proud of himself and forgot for a moment that he was going to be in for a long time as soon as Mare caught him in the bedroom.
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Not gonna lie, of all my fics, I really didn't expect people to like Buried that much, but y'all really did so thank you. ♥
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i think editing this fic made it worse BUT in de-aging everyone in this fic by five years, i have accidentally created a delightful d-plot called jordie benn adopts wyatt johnston as his own child:
Wyatt says, through a mouthful of pancake, “yeah, so all four of them—no, six, but the oldest son got drafted and he’s over in Europe, still, and the other is went to college in Boston but he might come home for break, so there are only four of them downstairs, youngest one’s a girl and she tried to beat my younger brother with a snow shovel, because my brother was getting fresh but I just stood there and let it happen ‘cause Jordie told me you don’t ever get fresh with a girl and if a girl comes after you with a shovel you probably had it coming so maybe the other two sons come home soon and all four of them knock some sense into my damn idiot brother—what was I saying?”
Jamie squints. Jordie says, with a huge sigh, “The family lives downstairs, Wyatt.”
AND:
Wyatt comes clattering down the hallway. He trips on a loose floorboard but manages to stay up right. “I got it!” he says. “Mom says thanks for letting her borrow it, she took care of all my sisters last week. Is Jamie gonna give him a haircut? Hey—” he addresses Tyler directly “—Jamie will clean you up good.”
“Oh, good,” says Tyler. His smile is wider. “I bet he does.”
“Don’t run with scissors, Jesus Christ,” says Jordie abruptly. “Wyatt, who raised you?”
“You did,” says Wyatt. Jordie frowns at him, trying for irritated but Jamie can tell he’s pleased. Jamie takes the scissors, rolling his eyes. Wyatt leans around Jamie to look at Jordie dead on. “Hey, we’re going to play hockey, you wanna come, Jordie?”
“No, ‘cause I gotta work. Which you are making me late for. Thanks, boys,” says Jordie, when Miro and Roope appear behind him with a duffle bag of clothing. Jamie takes that too. It’s heavy – they must have packed a lot of winter clothing in it, and maybe some shoes as well. “You two are the best of men."
Wyatt makes a face. Miro looks smug.
("where's joe pavelski" the fic is technically tyler/jamie hurt/comfort but it's ACTUALLY wyatt johnston's indomitable fifteen year old spirit forces old men* [*men in their mid-late 20s/30s] to play hockey with him while they adopt him as their child. joe pavelski is there dw)
#the amount of shit i've had to cut from a 2/3rd completed draft because there's so many threads and b-plots that i don't have time#to follow up on... every goddamn year the same story with me i swear#if i write a sequel where jamie oleksiak and stephen johns have a tender homefront romance would anyone read it 😭#that video of them silently and grumpily eating ice cream out of individual tubs in johnsy's kitchen knocks me out every time i think of it#yeah so stephen has a bar that jamie frequents after his job in a paper mill and jamie stays late to help clean up even though#he is tired from working all day. jamie wipes down counters and tables while stephen complains about the price of whiskey going up#as he washes glasses. jamie doesn't know much about god but stephen bar fills him with peace like a church maybe#ok NO MORE POSTING i gotta try to knock out another 900ish words before bed#on god i will get this shit edited and posted before becs lands at the airport#unfortunate birdcage fanfictions
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god I live for media that drags a dry and stoic character out of their depth into a scenario where they're dangerously on the cusp of looking silly or flustered. put that phlegmatic little person in a situation immediately.
#''they're bleeeding.. oh nooo. they are dead. don't call again.''#you gotta balance it tho is the thing#if you do it too much the novelty wears off and it's not fun anymore#I feel more lenient when it's done frequently in fanworks tho#it's like... there's things I'm happier to see in those than I am in canon? you know?#it's similar to how mv made snufkin a little more openly parental in its sequel seasons#now emotionally.. I wanna see that#but because I am a picky little hater I felt like hm.... no. too ooc. he just wouldn't be this way.#but that kind of approach in fan art/writing/theory? love it
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someday when i get the energy im gonna write a meta about a lady from chinese history that may or may not have been the inspiration for xuan ji from tgcf
but not today...have had no energy...sorry to anyone who liked reading my weird theorising about tgcf...
#tgcf#everything i write on this website is literally#1.me reading about chinese historical figures#2. me going ah! that sounds really like xxx from xxx!#3. shit they really are similar#4. welp gotta write meta about it#here's a promise to write this sometime as a sequel to the calamities post and the tanhua post#:)
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It's so fucked how good Zatch-Bell! and Zatch-Bell! 2 are.
I honestly think they're some of the best shonens, even as they're for such a young demographic.
The character art is really choppy but the environments are readable and the SFX for explosions and motion and stuff are just stupendous. If I had any courage I'd take it as as my sign to stop worrying about my art so much and actually just make that thing I want to.
Well! So be it.
I have a lot to do, regardless, I'm not wasting time.
#tlgtw ooc#you also gotta love all the grid-tiled floors#zatch bell#zatch bell 2#and the writing is so fucking good#oh my god#it really has to be seen to be believed its just great#ESPECIALLY Zatch Bell 2#I thought it was gonna be mega bogus when I heard it had a sequel but I was dead wrong#it's better than the first one
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I think you mentioned in a post yesterday that you're always open to receiving questions about your fics, so today I have a question about See You Soon.
You probably don't plan to write a sequel, but do you have any headcanons about what happens to bakudeku after they get married? (Is it even a headcanon if it's coming from the author?)
I just think their story is interesting and their dynamic so cute and want to know more about them as well as your writing process! And if you have no headcanons, what was your favorite part about writing this specific fic?
Oh what a FANTASTIC question!! Thank you so much for asking!!!! Okay this got a little long. A summary and ramblings of SYS's possible sequel under the cut!!!
Alright so: See You Soon. I have definitely toyed with the idea of writing a sequel, actually. I still might do it, but I have so many other upcoming fics and oneshots that I don't mind spoiling it, because if a SYS sequel does happen, it is a loooong way off. (Also, it would focus more on smut than on the plot which I outline here. So! Spoilers are fine!)
Anyway, the wedding is very happy. Katsuki has another mini-meltdown on the alter, because he is out-of-his-mind happy that he gets to marry Izuku. Izuku cries too, obviously. Almost immediately after the ceremony, they sneak off into a coat closet. Mistuki eventually yanks them out and makes them attend their own party.
At the reception, there is a little bit of drama. I won't get into everything here, but let's just say that bkdk foil a certain plan of Dabi's, and Izuku is immediatley able to prove his loyalty to Katsuki, the Bakugou clan, and also help Shouto out. (This actually almost made it into the main fic, but it was already so long lol.)
Party continues on, and Mitsuki eventually kicks Izuku and Katsuki out of their own party because they're having a hard time keeping their hands off of each other.
Then after that... bkdk take over the Bakugou family! It genuinely goes well. Katsuki is the hard, outwardly cold boss, and Izuku is his perfect foil. Diplomatic and outwardly-soft and kind. Of course, everyone who is anyone knows that Katsuki is also incredibly soft, and Izuku is also incredibly badass. But their fronts and reputations work well.
Sero and Shouto get married. Yay! There is a foiled assassination attempt once or twice, as Dabi + the league desperately try to keep it from happeneing. Maybe Katsuki and Izuku play bodyguards to their respective friends lol. But things go well, seroki get married, and the ties between the Bakugou clan and Shouto's faction of the Todoroki clan become incredibly strong. Shouto takes over the entire group, with Sero as his husband. The league lose power more and more, eventually disbanding.
Bkdk and seroki achive an awesome balance in the city, and the city is far better off for it.
As for Bkdk's relationship... I think it is everything Katsuki hopes for in SYS and more. The more he gets to know Izuku the more he loves him. They are ruthless crime bosses, but they also have weekend superhero movie marathons. They nerd out over rare All Might merch, but fight and strategize with amazing synchonity.
I guess, to summarize, bkdk do face challenges after they get married. But they overcome them, and really do live happily after. They definitely never stop being in love, that's for sure.
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My favorite part about writing this fic was writing Katsuki's panic post-library scene. Because I knew that at the same moment Katsuki was panicking, Izuku was at the Todoroki compound, pleased as fucking punch. He was probably laying on his bed writing "Bakugou Izuku" in hearts over and over again in his notebooks while sighing happily to himself. Izuku was SO smug about getting to meet and make out with his fiance before the wedding, you have no idea.
I also really liked writing Katsuki sneaking up on Izuku before the wedding lol. He was just so happy! I love it when Katsuki is happy. XD
Honestly though, my favorite thing about this fic isn't any one part. When I received the initial prompts (mafia and/or arranged marriage) I was stumped! I thought I was gonna write something angsty. I didn't though. It ended up writing something so silly, but sexy and fun too, and I'm really proud of that. Even the angstiest of prompts turn sweet and lovey-dovey when my boys are involved, I guess. XD
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Okay that's ENOUGH of me talking lol. Thank you SO MUCH for asking though! You don't know how lovely it is to be able to share stuff like this - all the happiness and joy that the characters do in fact get to experience after the story ends. I can't say that it's like this for all writers, but I don't stop thinking about my boys when their little stories end. They live on hehe.
If anyone has any questions about any of my fics, you are always more than welcome to ask. <3 Okay! Thanks again! I hope this lived up to your hopes! <3
#i really started rambling lol#i really may write this at some point!!#but honestly#as you can see they already got their happy ending#and while they still gotta defeat Dabi and co#Katsuki was right in that the league didnt stand a chance against him and deku#SYS#bnha#bkdk#sammy writes#oh side note though#if i do write a sequel#it would be almost all smut#just fyi lmaoooooo
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book number 8 of the year = done! very very pleasantly surprised by how much i enjoyed the handmaid's tale! and by how much i loved margaret atwood's writing style omg, it was so good!!
#i immediately ordered the sequel bc i didnt even know there was another book and i gotta read the next one asap fjsksks#the way this one ended!!!!! AHHH#makes me wild#i read this book in 2 days it was that good#(also super short but. still VERY good)#i always thought it would be one of those like 'high school required reading' type books#which is why i never read it and never WANTED to read it#but i was pleasantly surprised to find that its actually GOOD like it was not boring like so many of the other hs required reading books are#mack reads#her style of writing reminds me of my own writing at times honestly.#like shes got a very staccattoed way of writing and she likes to play around with sentence structure#which are both things I like to do in my writing#so it was just cool to see that i felt very validated lol
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Being the kind of creative person that gets lots of cool ideas for projects at the drop of a hat is fun and games until my brain feels more like a room full of gremlins screeching about their ideas while I'm the wet rag looking artist that got banished in the corner by all the noise and decided to just read a book while crying and sipping on the paint water
#too many thoughts head full#like please someone shoot me with a tranquilizer dart#i have to finish and print the Piltover map and make the conspiracy board#i gotta do the skelly arm for the Ianthe cosplay#i wanna make Caitlyn’s gun#gotta draw more val fanart#gotta write the gods au and the iron bars sequel#i have some art ideas#and this is nit even counting future commissions#snipe me.
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I wanna write something so self indulgent you guys have no idea how hard I'm trying to cook it in the oven a little longer before actually doing it.
#its a Sonilver fic idea#im trying to not get too ambitious and pull a whole#'write a HUGE elaborate story so I can write a smut scene' thing i did last time#cuz thats how I ended up knee deep in Equinox and giving it a sequel#im gonna keep it comprehensive and simple i just gotta let it simmer a bit in my braim
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