Do you ever like someone else’s fanfiction so much, it makes you want to borrow the premise and write your own gender flipped version? I feel that way about a lot of ganymede_elegy/@cellsshapedlikestars’s fics. Here’s a little thing I jotted down after reading a fairytale ending. I’m not sure when, if ever, I’ll get around to continuing it. But, here, let me share it with you so its lack of ending can torture you the way it tortures me. 😘

The digital flyer was sent as a text, no further explanation included. Jon’s eyes flickered over the drawing — a woman with dark red hair and big blue eyes — then down to the cursive words below it. They spelled out a plea. It seemed the real life version of this woman was looking for a wedding date who was willing to pretend to be her boyfriend. Some PDA required, the flyer said. Specifics to be negotiated ahead of time. And then came the list of warnings. - The groom is my ex-boyfriend and his mother is the actual devil. - Other guests will include my crazy aunt and her creepy boyfriend. - It’s a destination wedding, so expect a 4-5 day time commitment. The very last section of the flyer said the woman would pay for all expenses and, If interested, contact the mutual friend who sent you this for further instructions. Jon double checked who that mutual friend was, half wondering if the flyer had found its way to him by mistake. But, no. Gilly had texted him, his screen told him. His best friend’s girlfriend. And she’d never texted him by mistake before, so — Curiosity peaked, Jon tossed aside the book he’d been reading and fired off a reply. Jon: Is this a joke? Some funny thing you stumbled across online? Instead of texting back, Gilly called right away. Speaking over the noise of the hair salon where she worked, she said, “I’ve got like, three minutes until my next appointment, so don’t interrupt, okay?” Jon kept quiet. “Okay?” Gilly repeated. “Wait? Are you there?” “That was me not interrupting,” Jon said. “Oh, gods. Okay, so her name is Sansa and she’s gorgeous and really, really nice, and she moved back to Winterfell about a year ago after living far away for like, I don’t know, seven or eight years maybe? She said she went to the private school here in town. What’s it called again? No, don’t answer that. Time crunch and all that. Anyway, the point is that you went to different schools so you don’t know each other, but you might know her brother? Wren Stark?” “You mean Robb Stark?” Jon had been a loner throughout most of his school years, but as a junior he’d let his favorite teacher, Mr. Rodrick, who was also the wrestling coach, talk him into joining an organized sport for the first time ever. Robb had been a senior and the team’s captain. Nice enough guy. Helped Jon feel included throughout the season without treating him like a totally charity case. They remained Facebook friends all these years later, though they never interacted. “Yeah, I don’t know. Maybe it was Robb,” Gilly answered. “Anyway, Sansa thought about making a profile on a dating app or whatever, but she was worried she’d attract some real weirdos. So she made that flyer instead and asked a few of her friends to share it — discreetly — with a few of their friends. And now, if you’re interested, I’m supposed to give her your number. And I very much want you to be interested, by the way, because you need to start dating again. Think of this as, like, a practice round or something. Oh, and you need a vacation too. Desperately. When was the last time you left the North?” “Uh… never?” Jon replied, trying not to laugh. This was ridiculous. Why did Gilly always think she could boss him around? Just because Sam let her get away with such antics didn’t mean he had to, right? “So I should give Sansa your number?” she asked. “You know her from the salon?” “Yeah. Did I not say that already? She has perfect hair, so all we ever do is trim it. But she always tips me really well.” Gilly let that comment simmer, and Jon, of course, understood why. Ever since he inherited a life-changing amount of money from his dad, he’d been weary of getting involved with a woman of little means. That made him feel like an asshole, but, hey, feeling like an asshole was better than having to wonder if the woman in question only liked him because of the size of his bank account. “I think she might be rich,” Gilly added after several beats of silence, like maybe she thought Jon was too dense to make the connection. “Yeah, but how rich?” he asked. Because he’d also been weary of getting involved with women who grew up in affluent families. He hadn’t grown up in one himself — his dad had been a distant figure in his life — and he knew he would never fit in in that world. What did he remember about the Starks? His mind raced in that direction before his question could be answered. Robb had worn nice clothes and driven an SUV that looked too expensive for a teenager to afford on their own. But if his parents were super rich, why hadn’t they sent all of their children to private school like Sansa? Wait, why had she not gone to Winterfell High? Why was she the exception to the rule within her family? Jon had more questions. “I’m hesitant to tell you everything I know,” Gilly said. “You have a tendency to draw too many conclusions from too little information. Incorrect conclusions, usually, I should remind you.” Jon scoffed. He wasn’t sure he agreed with that assessment, but whatever. He’d let it slide. “What’s this Sansa character do for a living?” he asked. Gilly squealed. “That means you’re considering it. I can tell. I’m so excited.” “What? No. I never said that.” “You didn’t have to. I can read you like a book.” Jon hesitated before admitting, in his own special way, that Gilly had the right of it. “I liked the part where she called her ex-boyfriend’s mom the actual devil. That amused me.” He took a beat to rub his hand over the back of his neck. “And it’s not as if I have anything better to do with my time,” he added. Too often lately, he’d been home, by himself, doing nothing. He was going stir crazy. He needed a change. A new person to meet. A new city to see. Something. Anything. “Oh, gods. Okay. This is thrilling,” Gilly said. “But my one o’clock just walked in, so I gotta go. I’ll send Sansa your number and tell her how wonderful you are. And then hopefully she’ll text you tonight. Don’t be weird if she does, okay? Promise me.” “I’m never weird, Gil.” She cackled, a weird way of expressing disagreement. “You’re frequently weird,” she said, “especially around girls. But I really do have to go now, okay? I’ll text her, she’ll text you. It’ll be great.” “Uh huh.” “Uh huh,” Gilly echoed teasingly. “Sam and I love you. Ba-bye.” She hung up the phone, and Jon returned his attention to the flyer in their text history. The thing looked like it could have been professionally made. Maybe Sansa worked in graphic design or marketing or something? Was that a lucrative industry? Jon wouldn’t know. He’d spent most of adulthood working at sporting goods stores, taking advantage of their employee discounts in order to outfit long backpacking trips around the North. He quit only recently, about four months after receiving his inheritance. Now he was unemployed, trying to figure out what he wanted to do with himself and the money that had opened up his options. Start his own business, maybe? But what kind of business, he had no idea. The screen on Jon’s phone turned black, catching his attention and drawing his thoughts back to the flyer he’d been studying. Rather than guess at Sansa’s career, he sent Gilly another text, wondering if she'd have time after her current appointment to reply to him. Jon: What’s Sansa do for a living? An hour passed without reply. With his patience dwindling, he realized he had other methods of research at his disposal. He logged on to Facebook, found Robb Stark, then searched his friends list for Sansa. Nothing. She either didn’t have a profile, or she had those extra security measures in place which prevented her from appearing in his search. Another twenty minutes passed and then, finally, Gilly sent him a text. This one was an embedded YouTube video, no further explanation included. Jon clicked play. He watched a door swing open to reveal a woman — not a drawing — with dark red hair and big blue eyes. “Hey, everybody,” she said. “Welcome back to my channel. Or, if you’re new here, welcome for the first time. I’m Sansa, and —” She paused to grin. It was a big, toothy thing Jon found he liked despite his reluctance to like anything to do with a YouTube star. “And today’s the big day,” she continued. “I’m so excited to walk you through the final reveal of our co-working space. Come on in.” She turned over her shoulder, beckoning the camera to follow her. She took a few steps forward, and then the video faded to a white, ever so briefly, before bubbly music and an animated introduction — similar style of the flyer — took over the screen. Jon watched all fifteen minutes of the interior design tour video without interruption, despite Sansa’s suggestion that he first go back and watch the other four in the so-called Headquarters Series. By the end of it, he’d learned that her YouTube channel focused on “rental -friendly interior designs and DIY projects on a budget.” Okay, that was sort of cool, he had to admit. He wasn’t the target audience, but he could appreciate it. And even better than that? By the end of the video, Jon had also learned that nearly four years ago, Sansa was let go from her dream job at a lifestyle magazine, which was “devastating at the time,” but, ultimately, put her on the path to where she was now — the leader of her own company, where she worked with five of her “most favorite people of all time.” Sansa made that happen for herself. And as far as Jon could tell, she hadn’t needed inherited money to do it. Maybe he could learn a thing or two from her. Anyway, yeah, she had a decent amount of money, it seemed. New money, like him. And Gilly was right, she was gorgeous. So even though he would have said no sixteen minutes ago, had anyone asked if he thought he could like a YouTuber who decorated in pastel color schemes, he was intrigued. What was the story behind Sansa, her ex-boyfriend, and his devilish mother? What made her aunt so crazy and her aunt’s boyfriend so creepy? What was the destination of this destination wedding? Jon hoped he would soon find out. 

miss girl, i’m back 🦦 since the demand on noah being a pleasure dom is high and i am, in fact, delulu ✨ and i do believe we share one brain cell, you and i.

loved your thoughts on the topic, i’d like to add a few more things, if i may.

man loves edging. there, i said it. he will edge the shit out of you. you wanna cum? just after 20 minutes of teasing? nah-ah. you will be edged an hour before the show and he will go up on that stage knowing that he’s made that pussy throb and he will give out signs throughout the whole show. he’ll tease the hell out of you from that stage. growling and looking down at the cameras like he’s satan reincarnated himself. he will bask in the glory of those red lights knowing damn well that once he gets off that stage he’ll find you crying, beginning, gagging, throwing up in his dressing room. pleading for just one touch before he gets in the shower. man’s a menace and he’s well aware of that. you want two fingers? you get one for being a bratty slut. and for no longer than 30 seconds.

oh yeah, i’m very positive he likes to call you degrading names as well. princess? yes, you will get the princess treatment. baby? yes, he will baby the fuck out of you. but are you also his little needy, greedy whore? yes, you are. does he just LOVE seeing you cry from overstimulation? he thrives in it.

“look up, slut, you don’t get to be shy about this. you brought this upon yourself”

now he may also give you a slap across the face or two, depending on how high he’s feeling after the show. you wanna act up and be a little brat in front of everyone? he’s gonna gently place his hand on the back of your neck and guide you through the crew. firm and steady. not enough pressure to make you cry out, but just enough to hear you gulp and gag on your own saliva. then once you’re all alone he’ll make sure he puts that whiny mouth of yours to good use.

idk how else to explain it but i just know he likes degrading. he likes to be the one to do it. he’ll call you pet names, he might tie you up, he knows his around ropes and cord ties, he’s had to use plenty with all that gear on tour.

also can we talk about the height difference between him and his partner? ugh. doesn’t matter how tall you are, man’s a whooping 6’3. he’s huge. my next fav topic is “manhandling” but i feel like i’ve said too much, so i better stop.

🦦 signing off for now (but i can come back if you want me to 😌)

MISS- GIRL- I-

ANON!

GIRL I AM- MY - MY JAW ITS BEEN SNATCHED

NOw while I agree with you I was in the middle of reading articles for classes and this justb caught me off guard but MAAM I_ I have so much to say but also no words. WHAT! But yes I also agree we do share the same braincell we are the same

you are me and i am you.

LIKE I KNOW whenever he's walking on stage and looks off stage its AT YOU DIRECTLY. I have nothing to add cuz this was *chefs kiss*

i literally can not wait to get home and edit my könig fic, so here are some headcanons i have for the love of my life <33 probably deleting this

ps. i am an unhinged human being and not legally responsible for any mental damage this shit post may cause u!!

he's heavily into edging n overstimulation, but half of the time he doesn't even realize he's doing - he's either lost the feeling of time or is scared he's gonna hurt u, cuz he thinks u are not wet enough yet - he literally lives by the "a man has to earn his right to fuck u".

whether it's by fucking u open with his fingers - starts off with just one, carefully pumping it in and out of ur cunt, stretching u open, quietly gasping each time he feels u clench around his fingers. and then, he adds another, and after you've came for the third or fourth fucking time that hour (and if u asked him real nice) he'll add a third one.

he could hardly ever get bored of it, but after a while he'll just start using his mouth - groaning, grunting and humming against ur cunt as he eats u out. it's literally a fucking wonder how quiet he tends to be, but physically can not shut his mouth as he fucks u. (he gradually switches from english to german, from full blown sentences to quiet, pathetic stutters mixed with whiny, beggy whimpers). so by the time he finally decides he's done, you're already overstimulated - sore and sensitive to the point where u feel like u will come each time his fingers ghost over ur clit, ur cunt physically aching each time he touches you, slams his hips against urs.

his fav thing is seeing u squirming in his touch, trying to get away from him and just grabbing you by ur hips or placing a hand on ur throat keeping u in place.

he's a sucker for lacey lingerie - never ever allows u to take it off, he just pushes it to side and has his way with u - whatever he wants, until the fabric is soaked in ur arousal and his semen - then he just puts the fabric back in place, readjusting it right before placing a kiss on ur lower tummy. mostly happens in the mornings, as he loves seeing u throughout the day knowing his cum is leaking out of ur warm cunt, pooling in the lacey underwear he bought for u.

if he notices u away from others (or if nobody's particularly paying attention to u) he'll snatch u up, his chest pressed against ur back as his head rests on ur shoulder, his hot breath heavy against ur ear as he whispers sweet nothings in ur ear - left hand covering ur mouth as he forces his right in ur pants - teasing ur clit, gliding his fingers against ur slit, spreading your wetness over his fingers. he'd go fucking feral, seeing u needy under him, growing impatient as u bite down on his hand to quiet ur moans - sometimes he just can't resist not fucking u there and then (or in the nearest bathroom).

just imagine teasing him with a vibrator pressed against his tip, as u stroke him - slowly, sensually, almost poetically in a way - he'd get so overstimulated, biting down on his tongue, his abs flexing under ur touch, his heartbeat so fast he'd already gotten light headed, low pleas for mercy escaping his lips (please just let him cum already, he'll be such a good boy, he'd do whatever u want him to, he'll buy u flowers, he'll never bitch about u stealing his shirts again, he'll never call u something in german again refusing to tell u the translation, he'll never refuse the extra five mins of cuddles again, he'll never ever dare teasing u again, ruining ur orgasm, just please please let him cum, he needs it so bad he'll break down completely). definitely don't imagine how he'd literally start crying - sobbing and panting, trembling - after you flicked ur tongue over his tip, closing ur lips around his dick right before his climax hit him, as u swallow each and every drop of him.

I did a quick look around the other day and noticed edelstans have been digging through blogs pulling up old buried discourse

Ofc r/axis jumps on that bandwagon cuz he openly admits he loves toxic behavior arguing . His behavior has so many red flags and to top it off it screams stalker. (Btw your username appears under his 2022 most reblogged from list)

Then he acts like it's not his creepy behavior that's wrong its everyone else who is wrong. Like boy, are you even self aware?

No means no. Block means stop interacting with the person who blocked you. It does NOT mean "oh I've been blocked so let me stalk them and use every other means to reach them!!"

But what can I expect from edelstans who are so obsessed with their imperialist waifu and can't let her go while the rest of fandom moves on. Its like they're so mad people have lost interest that they're resorting to digging up buried discourse to get attention.

Most users who have criticized their fav imperalist warmonger have blocked the edelstans and moved on to other things. (even r/axis openly admits he's been blocked by like... everyone) But the edelstans are on their knees begging yall not to leave and screeching for attention.

I've noticed that too. I had a post from almost two years ago get a random reply on it, and I heard that others had something similar happen to them too. Given how relatively silent it's been for a while, most assume it has something to do with Engage's upcoming release and how these folks don't want attention from 3H to fade, so they decided to... annoy the shit out of everyone. As per usual of Edelstans lmao.

And it does seem like ol' Raxxy-poo has hopped on along, cuz like I said far as I was under the impression of he was mostly doing nothing, until recently. If nothing else the worst thing he was doing was clogging up the Dimitri tag with hate, because he's just a swell guy like that, but I thought he was at least movin' away from fuckin' around with other people outright.

But, nope. Took a peek over on his blog to see if maybe, for once, he took something out of this, but, nuh-uh. He's still the same asshole as ever, goin' on about how "no one has the right to silence me!!!" in response to people telling him to respect other people's boundaries. How he was totally right to harass n*lsh off of tumblr because n*lsh was being mean (and how it totally wasn't harassment, he swears, it was n*lsh who just folded under the pressure... that r/axis forced him under... for an extended period of time... long after n*lsh made it clear he wants nothing to do with him... but it's not harassment he promises). How he totally had nothing to do with moonlitboar's harassment since he was "at work" at the time of moonlitboar's extended period of getting harassed - guess r/axis is just a hard little worker bee who is given no breaks for multiple days, cuz moonlitboar's situation was not over the course of one day like he makes it sound like it was. And how if people just ignored him he leave them alone, totally (aka "it's their fault I decided to keep bothering them")! Which is why he still evidently kept looking at my blog to look for more people to fuck with, despite me almost never talking to or about him ever.

The guy acts like it would literally, actually kill him in real life if he stopped talking to/about people who don't want anything to do with him. Or that his "right to speak his mind" would be irrevocably snatched from him forever if he left the people who blocked him alone - you know, showing a basic respect for other people's boundaries? Really doesn't seem to like doing that, looks like.

As I mentioned at the beginning of this post, that does seem to be at least a plausible reason - if only because nothing else is really going on that would suddenly cause the uptick. And on one hand I do get the want to stay on 3H - I love the game to bits and would love to keep seeing others make content for it. But if that really is the motivation as to why their doin' this shit then I'd be... theoretically baffled, though not really surprised given everything that's happened in this fandom. I cannot think of a more self-defeating method of getting people to stay on 3H like "Maybe if we bother and annoy and poke and prod at everyone who doesn't like/critiques Edelgard, they'll ignore the new game coming out and keep talking about 3H!" Like my brother in Christ that ain't it

GOOOOOODDDD ISTG I HAD THE SAME EXACT THING IN MIND cuz like i love cats ok they r the sweetest most pure creatures on earth and they r my favs EVER but i also love dogs right but when it comes to MY men i love it when they r more of a cat person cuz i just feel like that says a lot about them and their personality????? IDK so in my head i feel like outside he’d be more of a dog person cuz he’d be like yah they r more loyal blah blah all those things that dog people say bUT!!!!! the moment he is in contact with cats i feel like he would M E L T inside like he’d automatically have a huge soft spot for cats and i can’t help but imagine him as such an amazing cat dad 🥹🥹🥹🥹 also this is way too specific but i feel like he’d have a black cat with green eyes and maybe a missing ear ???? (don’t ask about the missing ear ok it’s just that i have this VIVID image of him sitting on his couch watching tv with his sweats on and that tiny black cat laying on his lap ✋🏻😔) and his cat would be so chill and cautious but once he’s comfortable he’s super clingy and lovey (JUST LIKE TAN!!!!!!!)

also SOOOO TRUEEEEE his cat would def be either from lem or even his girl??? idk but maybe lem would have an orange cat (he gives me orange cat vibes) and his girl she def would either have a ragdoll (i’m def projecting sm rn but we r gonna ignore that 👁️) or some sort of super fluffy cat

love u bestie and hope u get cat cuddles cuz u deserve them <33333

- 🍪

ARE YOU SHITTING ME??? LITERALLY EVERYTHING YOU SAID I WAS THINKING TOO. you literally said everything else I was thinking that I didn’t write!!!!??? WE ARE SHARING A BRAINWAVE MY FRIEND

and exactly!!!? says SOSOmuch about their personality and how they treat you and others!!! he would melt and so would I if he had a cat

DUDE AGAIN WTF!!! when I said I can’t decide what cat, it was a toss up between a black cat and a ragdoll!!!??? to melt us both even more, imagine if it was an adopted black cat and no one wanted it bc it’s been in fights (hence missing/ cut ear) and he just snatches it right up. ive always wanted a black cat with green eyes and I can call her jade or ruby

OMG IM ARFFGHHV🫠 dying thinking about his cat napping on his lap. it would have a soft spot tan, and tan would have a soft spot for it. so in love with the idea of the cat being an animal version of him

AAAAAHHHH YES I WAS THINKING GINGER CAT FOR LEM TOO!!!! this is actually crazy, bc the more I read the crazier it gets, bc guess what……. have a ragdoll too🤭

it’s like you’re inside my brain, it’s actually mad

love u angel!! unfortunately I don’t get cuddles until morning bc he’s sleeping in his basket rn, but I hope the same for you lovie💓💓 hope you’re well <33333

do you have any fav webcomics rn? or any webcomics you'd recommend?

At the risk of being called out as a fake fan I actually don’t read any webcomics 😬 I’ve only actually kept up with one webcomic during the entirety of my life thus far but that was years ago and they stopped updating by the time I discovered the comic 🥲 from what I remember it was about a group of young teenagers dealing with regular young teenager stuff like angst, romance or lack thereof, burgeoning homosexuality, and discovering one of their friends has psychic powers.

My only comic intake comes in the form of manga really. I tried to get into webtoon and there were a few I liked well enough (( the one with cat heads was wild)) but on the whole it felt very… consumer friendly. I’m snobby and pretentious by nature so just telling good narratives doesn’t usually interest me too much. I like things that are particular and messy, where the hand of the author is used to slap you in the face. It’s why Tatsuki Fujimoto is one of my favorite modern mangakas. Fire Punch (( and chainsawman to a lesser degree )) is a FLAMING HOT plate of insane storytelling decisions and breakneck pacing but it’s so idiosyncratic in its insanity that it works for me, even though I don’t actually recommend it to anyone 😂 Obvious jojo fan too like Hirohiko Araki is really out there almost 40 years deep into this manga and still managing to snatch my wig on a monthly basis.

If you’re still looking for a recommendation, I would recommend Land of the Lustrous/ Houseki no Kuni (( or as I affectionately call it Hoe sucky no coochie 😌 <- mature adult moment )), which I don’t see getting as much love on here as it should 😤 I started watching it bc people were like lol anime Steven universe bc it’s about a bunch of androgynous but largely female presenting gems who are stone (( rock joke 😏 )) cold professionals taking care of the youngest gem, a plucky young thing that doesn’t really understand their place in the narrative. The major difference however is that Steven universe is a coming of age story about overcoming trauma while LoL/HnK is a coming of age story about being ground to dust by an unending influx of existential horror 🥹👍 it’s honestly one of the most horrifying stories I’ve read, not cuz it’s like junji ito scary but because of the way the relentless passage of time and the continuous accrual of personal mistakes and self hatred takes our plucky young protagonist and breaks them down to someone completely unrecognizable from where they started.

And not just like figuratively.

This evolution is one of the most heartbreaking character arcs I’ve ever experienced and now I want you to feel my PAIN 🥲👍 There is one season (( 🥹 )) of anime which has one of the best implementations of 3D anime I’ve seen from a company without ufotable’s budget. I’d start out with the anime which is really well done and then switch over to the mango 🥭 (( which is still ongoing ))

Shutting you up with a kiss

ft. Suna Rintarou, Iwaizumi Hajime, Miya Atsumu (all characters aged up!)

warnings : suggestive, cursing (duh!), & y/n being a bad bitch in Atsumu’s (my fav), embarrassingly long :-)

Suna Rintarou It had been a long week, for the both of you. And all you wanted was a relaxation with your boyfriend. That is if he ever plans on putting down his phone and stops doing the tasks halfway. Cleaning the countertop after dinner was a bit of a hassle but you pulled through and now all that’s left was the trash. Collecting the garbage from around the kitchen, you open the bin only to let out a groan. “Rin! You forgot to put the garbage bag in after taking out the trash…again”, you sighed. No response. “Did you even hear what I said ?!”, you called out but to no avail. Annoyed, you make your way to your bedroom to find him on the bed, scrolling through his phone, not even bothering to look up at you. “Rin, I told you, no matter what it is you do, don’t do it halfway! Is that too much to ask ?!”, you holler, now snatching the phone out of his clutch. “I’m talking to you Suna, about time-!”, being in close proximity, he easily reached out, pulling you into his lap, his lips messily crashing onto yours, your words dissolving in your throat. “Would you stop yelling for a minute ?”, he murmurs, lips still touching yours. “And what was that you said ? ‘I shouldn’t do my tasks halfway’, yeah angel, you’re right. Because, if I were to put my hands into your pants right now, I know you’d be dripping. And that’s my task. Can’t have it done halfway, am I right ?”, he smirked, hands slowly untying your pants’ string.

Iwaizumi Hajime “He really needs to be put in place”, Iwa mumbled, entering the house. “Forget about him, you know how he is”, you assured. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean-“, “C’mon Hajime, even Oikawa didn’t let it get to him. Learn to be like him”, you laughed, thinking back to Mattsun’s joke. At that, something in him sparked anger. And within a few seconds, he had you pinned against the front door, with both your wrists together in his one large hand right above your head. “Hajime…?”, you whispered, unable to get ahold of the situation your words put you in. Without any warning, he crashed his lips roughly against yours, stealing the air out of your lungs. He had his one leg pressed between your thighs, keeping you in place. After a minute or two, you both separate from the heated make out and he lifts your chin with his index finger, staring into your eyes with full blown lust and hunger. “Tell me y/n, you really think Oikawa would be able to do something like that ? Make you wet down there from just a kiss ?”, he questioned. Still panting and in a haze, the words refused to leave your mouth, resulting in your head nodding in a right to left manner. “Yeah…didn’t think so. Next time choose your words wisely princess, I won’t be so nice”.

Miya Atsumu “You’re the most annoying little shit Miya! Fuck off!”, you hollered. “I am, aren’t I ? But ya should really watch that pretty mouth ‘a yers princess, cuz its sayin some really shitty things right now”, he inched closer making you take a step back. “I can say what I want! My mouth, my words! And stop calling me princess. I’m nobody’s princess!”, you said, anger slowly boiling up inside. “Hmmm…is that so ? So if ‘a were to claim that pretty and annoying mouth ‘a yers, ‘a can shut it whenever ‘a want right ?”, he smirked. “Bullshit! You’re not claiming anything! Especially bastards like-“, “Ya talk too much babe”, he said, his lips landing on yours, silencing you immediately. Your hands went up to push him away but he held them back with his. Your lips felt soft against his, in contrast to the words it voiced out minutes prior. His rough hand now caressing your cheeks and jawline, made your knees weak. A minute or three goes by and you both pull away for air, “What the fuck is your problem ? Why’d you do-”, “I like ya. A lot. So, saturday night at eight, get dolled up, although ya don’t need it. I’m takin ya out”, he said, releasing his hold on your wrists and exiting the classroom but not before hearing your, ‘I still hate you Miya’, making him smile to himself.

Kind of a random question but I’m curious: are there any specific whump tropes (aside from the comfort that SHOULD have followed episodes like Alone Time, Head Case, Last Weekend, etc, cuz that goes without saying) that you wish had been wrought upon our poor Malcolm Bright in the show? (onscreen of course, how else?)

YES. GOD. SO MANY.

DROWNING. I wanted to see a drowning scene so fucking bad, this and the next one are truly my favorite whump things. I can't tell you the pain I felt when they teased him drowning in Alma Mater promos and then did nothing, and not only that then they teased a scene of him suffocating (and Gil saving him!!!) AND THEN SKIPPED IT. I will never forgive them!! Any kind of suffocation would have worked and been perfect and delightful and hnghfhhhh but drowning is my favorite because then you get!: the panicked friends hovering around them, trying to get them to breathe again, begging them to breathe, the CPR, the sudden desperate gasp and coughing up water and the pats on the back of "That's it, just breathe!" AND. Oh God. There's so many ways to do it. Getting trapped somewhere alone, or having the Gil and even the whole rest of the team have to WATCH...also just god. The aesthetic. The panicked muffled gurgles. The precious air bubbles escaping as they struggle not to let them. Love water whump. I cannot explain how much. Anyone who knows me more than 15 seconds has heard about how much I want any kind of whump for Malcolm where he can't breathe/is struggling to including getting choked lmfao. I need it to survive and if it ever happens in S3+, I will immediately die and I'll be happy about it.

DRUGGING! OMG, I want it almost equally as bad (but not quite). Specifically I want him to get chloroformed, because not only is that my favorite kind of way for whumpees to get drugged, THE FUCKING ANGST POTENTIAL. Like!!! He'd remember when Martin did it as it was happening! It would completely throw him off! But also needle to the neck is such a good trope, or taser to the neck like White Collar did, anything like that. Knocked out whumpees are my fav, fuck. Or! A bad guy slipping something into his drink? So many ways to do it!

CREEPY WHUMPER!!! Just a real creepy fucker being the bad guy and even maybe outsmarting Malcolm, and just taunt the fuck out of him for it, I want to see someone really just throw Malcolm completely off his game like he hasn't been before.

Pretty much any fic by @zoewhumps , I would like to see on screen. The potential. Holy shit. Aegis and Long is the Night live in my head rent free and I love them being there.

GAGGED BOY. need I say more? Just. Tape his mouth! Or use a cloth! And please, by a bad guy's hand 👁️👁️

KIDNAPPING. Oh my god the scenarios that should have been happening. I want to see a human trafficking episode where Malcolm gets a little too close to it trying to save someone, gets snatched, and nearly got sold off himself. I want a black market organ selling deal, where he gets strapped down to a metal table and very nearly gets, uh, harvested from. Both to only get saved last minute by the others. I want!!!! the child of one of Martin's victims to take him as revenge TO MARTIN, force Martin to listen to them torture Malcolm over the phone. I want the team to have to see it over Livestream a la Reid's two S2 episodes in Criminal Minds.

AFTERMATH OF WHUMP. I wanna see bruises!!! They're so pretty!!??? I waited to see any sort of wincing after any of his whump (specifically when he squeezed through that fence in Family Friend after the tunnel or at any point in the episode of Wait and Hope after he crashed on the car) and never got it. I want to see him flinch when he's touched because it hurts or just scared him, I want to see him struggling to work because of it, and the team having to take care of him. It's what he deserves 🥺

WHOLE TEAM WHUMP. I won't get into this detailed about ideas I have/want bc I have Fics like this that I still want to finish but essentially, the whole team having to see Malcolm be hurt, and vise versa for his emotional angst. I want his love for Gil and the team to be used against him and make him submit to the bad guy 😌

ALSO, GIL GETTING KIDNAPPED AND MALCOLM GOING APESHIT TO FIND HIM. Losing himself in the case and just absolutely stopping at nothing to bring him back.

I think that's it, at least that I can think of rn. And after all of these did I mention COPIOUS COMFORT. I want to see him snuggled and taken care of so well! He deserves it! Fuck, I'd give up ALL that list to get just 45 minutes of footage of him getting snuggles and hairpets and made so happy he's practically purring.

I want a whole episode of team fluff. They go on vacation maybe! Roast marshmallows on a fire and JT or Gil plays guitar and Dani can sing because I just feel like she definitely can (but is SO nervous about it, maybe Malcolm has to encourage her and start singing first and they can sing it together, fUCK that's soft.) Tally and the baby come too and they just have a happy time man. Fuck I love them.

...what's whump? I don't remember. Anyways. 🥰💕

Hello!!! Soooo I came up with a few headcanons for Muslim Bakugou, JajkjGhoA I can't wait to read your response! 😫🤲💖

Okay! So he is definitely the good husband who does house chores! He actually helps around the house, knows how to do all the chores, and all the other girls are so jealous of you lolll

He will make you the best food! He knows all your favourite dishes, and will spoil you with his cooking! Also he will make your favourite desserts as a form of apology for when he pisses you off or makes you upset

Will feed you when he's trying out new dishes, and when you're getting married during the mehndi, when you feed him laddu or gulab jamun, he will blush so hard but also holds your wrist to "guide" you, as everyone giggles and teases you two for being so flustered and blushy around each other

If you make his favorite dishes?? Like okay imagine you make his fav dish (after asking the bakusquad cuz he's hard to approach lol) and subtly give it to him or maybe get Kirishima to give it to him as you leave the mosque or arrive at some community party or something, homeboi will blush so hard and will not let anyone have even the tiniest bite of your cooking

As a thanks he will buy you churiyan! He will see you admiring them and will come up and awkwardly but gruffly ask you if you like that certain churiyan set (that is like a pretty red and gold) and when you say yes, he will proceed to buy it for you, and omg if the bakusquad see this, Denki and Sero will definitely tease him and be like you should put them on her! While you're like omg! Wait, the adults will see! And he just surprises everyone as he gently grabs your hand and puts them on you and just admires how soft your hands are, and how they fit in his hand, and thinks about how pretty they would look with a wedding ring on them, and you are just standing there blushing so hard, and when he sees you wearing those churiyan at other events he feels so proud and possessive and happy

Weak for your smile and laugh, and very protective of you, will blow someone's head off for making you upset or for disrespecting you. Your parents love him so much, will immediately say yes to the rishta! Also, his parents love you so much, you and Masaru are the calm to Bakugou and Mitsuki raging tempers lmfaoo

You're the only one who gets to see his soft side and soft while without being threatened with death loll lucky youuu~ Also! Everyone will tease him sooooo much for being soft for you, the girls and aunties always giggle when they see how soft he is with you when you guys are out in public and he won't deny it either loll

In public he's kinda reserved with pda, but likes it when you hold his hand or loosely hook your arm around his muscled arms. He will however, put an arm on your lower back to steer you away from an uncomfortable situation or will step in front of you to protect you

In private he will be cuddly, loves wrapping his arms around you, forhead kisses too! You will be a blushing, flustered mess as he leans down by your ear and teases you about it in his low gruff voice. Also just loves the feel of your soft body against his

Also! Omg say its eid or something, and you're getting your mehndi done, the bakusquad will push him to sit with you and help you since you're mehndi is still wet. He will gruffly compliment your mehndi design, will get you food and feed it to you, will softly but hesitantly brush your hair away from your face when he sees that its bugging you, and this will make your both blush, and omg he will have the softest look in this eyes at that moment, and his hand will linger by your pretty earnings, and will just gaze at your lips with a lustful gaze as you softly whisper thank you

When the mehndi dries, and Denki makes a comment about how dark and rich the color is and is like damn Bakugou you really have it bad for y/n huh? Both of you will be so flustered and while Bakugou chases Denki while yelling that hes gonna blow his head off, you just stand there will Mina and Ochako and giggle at his antics, and the girls will tease you about you have gotten Bakugou wrapped around your fingers and that you shouldn't be surprised when his parents approach your parents with a rishta

AunwQniwa anyways Muslim Bakugou will love you so much and cherish you and just RIP to your heart 😫😭💖

YO YES MY GAWD LETS ASSESS THIS MFKIN FOOD YOU JUST GAVE US

okay so 100% YES!! Y’all seen mitsuki? She ain’t havin none of that “I’m the only son so treat me like a king” bs. No no, our girlboss femdom Mistski Auntie has her two boys cookin and cleanin every weekend and massaging her feet, as she SHOULD!

These habits carry on to when he gets married also. His wife could be doing the dishes one day right after their wedding and he would walk by, peeking over her shoulder at her hand-to-sponge technique.

“You’re doing it wrong dumbass. Use the hard side to scrub the crumbs off and then the soft side to polish it.” He snatches the plate from your hands and starts vigorously rubbing it the way you couldn’t. You stare at him, flabbergasted that a mom in the desi community has actually succeeded in raising her son right.

“‘The fuck are you looking at?”

“Nothing,” you quickly say, stepping aside to let him work his magic. He merely grunts and picks up the next bowl.

In a moment of bravado, you lean over to kiss his cheeks. He stops scrubbing and just stares at the sponge in his hands, his face slowly going red as a beet.

When you two fight, you already know he’s gonna be yelling at the top of his lungs and stomping around the house, the explosions from his hands searing the furniture around you.

It’s enough to set you off and storm out of the house too. You need a fucking break, he can be so much to handle sometimes.

It’s around late evening that you come back in the garage from wherever you decide to cool off from. The house is silent and dark from the outside so you assume he fell asleep with the usual scowl on his face.

You sigh and drop your keys and purse on the counter, exhausted from the day’s drama. Form the corner of your eye you see a small candle on the kitchen table alight, and you walk over to put it out.

Except right in front of the candle, there’s a small plate of mithai(sweets) that has a note attached to it.

“Sorry for being an ass” is written in his chicken scratch writing. You smile and shake your head, taking a bite from the surprisingly well-made gulaab jamun.

It’s a good thing Katsuki hid Sato’s recipe in one of the cabinets before you came home.

And just like you said, the man is WHIPPED for your cooking. He’s always pulling you to the kitchen and lightly shoving you around the stove, gruffly telling you to add more spices that he knows you can recreate to a T.

Whenever the Bakusquad comes over to hang out, you try to cook the same way you know Katsuki likes (extra spicy), but for some reason on those exact days you can’t seem to find any of your special ingredients…

At other times maybe before your marriage, when he first began falling in love with you he would see you admiring a vendor’s churiyaan and earrings.

He would quietly walk up behind you maybe a foot or two away, observing how you fit the bangles on your wrist.

“I like the red ones on you,” he says lowly, making sure to dwindle down his usual aggressive tone.

You turn and gently smile at him. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?”

“Because red is what brides wear.”

Your heart beats fast as he takes your wrist, oh so delicate compared to his callous large hands.

“And the silver makes me think of the ring I’ll have on you in no time soon.”

Bakugo closes his eyes in front of you and inhales, letting you know that everything about you draws him closer.

When you guys walk around a college campus or even in town, he’s always looking left and right shiftily, convinced that every man within a mile of you is trying to steal you away. He’ll stand in front of you when a guy asks you where a certain building is, he’ll glare at his friends when they get too rowdy and rough with you, but he still gets nervous for PDA. He knows how fast word travels around in desi communities so he doesn’t want to do anything in public, but fuck when he gets home he’s pinning you on the bed and resting his entire weight on you.

At eid as stated above^^ he’ll see you in your lengha or kurti and get INSANELY nervous and flustered at your beauty. The way you sit poised and laughing with Mina and ochako while your mehndi is being done makes his palms sweat and his armpits prickly. He has to wipe them on his kameez almost three times before taking one last look at you and walking away.

Well, at least he tries to walk away. He’s promptly sought out and grabbed by his three cronies, who drag him by nail and tooth towards you. No amount of swearing and growling threats to ‘blow their ass up so bad people will piecing them back together for weeks” stops them from bringing him closer to you.

“Yeah yeah, you said that already,” Denki smirks and playfully zaps his ass so that he helps and lurches forwards towards you.

The commotion makes the girls look up and wave excitedly when they spot the rowdy men.

You bite your lip and give Bakugo a meek little grin, which makes steam curl from his ears.

“Heyyy ladiesss, got room for one more?” Sero drawls and throws an arm over the simmering grenade of a man.

“Hmm,” Mina mockingly contemplates for a minute before she slowly starts to get up, uraraka following pursuit. “Not at the moment, but maybe we could make some room…” she tackles Bakugo and Kirishima also kicks the back of his knees so that he folds cleanly into the chair next to you.

You look bewildered at everybody while they snicker at Bakugo’s vermillion face.

He glared at them and after an oblivious moment or two they get the hint and wink before backing off.

“So, uh, how long have you been getting your hand done for?”

You grin at his inexperience with these kinds of things, but still indulge him.

“About 25 minutes or so.”

“25 min-“ his eyes grow wide and the whole hall turns to him as he screams at your poor designer for making you ‘sit on her cute ass for such a goddamn long time. And why the hell doesn’t she have food yet??’

At least he thought you were cute

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Giving us the good food with the submas gt. Also please consider: Ingo hiding under Emmet's hat. It's such a cute visual to me, and also maybe could help with Ingo's overstimulation? It's dark and should be quieter

Checking my inbox before I pass out… making me go WAAAH. Cuz it’s so cute. I might draw this… ohhh I’m thinking like. Emmet has him under it on the table. Like he’s got a lil set up place for him on the table and drape the hat over—perfect. Tapping the top of it like Ingo!! I’m going to lift the hat up now!! whispering to not overwhelm currently shrunken big brother. Elesa coming over at Emmet‘s request via my one past ramble post & Emmet just gesturing to his hat on the table like you gotta be quiet. He’s sleeping.

…. Silly thinking about this happening right after bringing Ingo home from the station—passed out in Emmet’s pocket. Hiding him under the hat. Talking to Ingo through the hat and thank god for Ingo’s vocal range. But Ingo just takes shelter there & refuses to come out for a few hours... he’s overstimulated. Emmet understands that obviously this is freaking Ingo out but Emmet is under stress too. It’s so hard to not just… snatch his bro up and hold him close like. Nervous to let anything happen to him. Thinks about tiny Ingo squirming in his brothers shaking grasp cuz I love stressing out tiny favs.

I wanna ask one piece cuz thats what frappe likes best and i want to ask jjk cuz thats what ill actually understand so maybe just do both :3

i severely underestimated how hard this would've been so i said fuck it i can put 2 chars per category if i want (ill do op tomorrow bc TOO MANY CHARACTERS TO RANT ABOUT)

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Megumiii! at first i really appreciated that gege refused the sasuke-rival trope with him and made him and yuuji just bffs, and his n toji’s subplot is my fav in jjk. Everything about this kid makes me soft and also I want his technique, imagine being able to summon pets to snuggle whenever you want, doggos, masked birds, FUCKING ELEPHANTS

Gojo tho takes the medal for character I think about the most, but I was tempted to put him in horse plinko. I love making fun of him ok? He’s so perfect in every aspect except personality that I cannot bully him every two sentences.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Yuuji and his million watt smile. He’s the extroverted friend who brings the sun to Megumi and, as a certified introverted, I can’t help but adore him just like Megumi does

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

Yuki, I just think she’s hilarious, powerful as a goddess and still running from her responsibilities, found a scrubby kid and decided she wanted to train him, and somehow todo’s personality happened. Also yukichoso owo

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

toji. he’s not obscure, but he has v little screentime AND I WANT TO TALK ABOUT HIM OK? This man is the absolute worst, almost sold his kid, is a manwhore without a penny because he’s a shit at gambling, a stinking bum and still he keeps haunting the narrative and being bigger than life even after dying, and when gojo isn’t around he snatches all the coolest scenes. I want give him a hug and put him in the washing machine.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

problematic? do I hear problematic? Sukuna then. not unpopular but who cares. 1) I love his tattoos and no I wont stop saying it. 2) he’s such an amazing concept, having mc and villain sharing the same body and not going for the “he’s not that bad, he’s just a powerup” trope. Sukuna is smart, a menace, fucking powerful and he actively works against yuuji, while yuuji is unable let alone to use him, but also to keep a single secret from him. Ah and he’s a villain with a top notch evil laugh who loves theatrics.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

I don’t hate naoya, but I want to slap him so bad. I want to move all the furniture in his house 3 cm to the left and watch him bump his thumb against every corner. I want to replace the whipped cream on his cake with toothpaste and his conditioner with mayonnaise.

also gojo for all the reasons above

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

kenjaku. I want geto back and that toothy brain thing gives me the creeps.

I love your writing so much (soft spot for your carol x reader fics). Can you please write for carol x reader where they’re both bffs that act so much like a couple and are affectionate cuz both are too scared to admit their feelings so they settle for that. Examples (carol resting her hand on reader’s thigh while driving / holding hands / cuddling in the cinema/ CAROL GIVES HER CHEEK KISSES) all of which makes them nervous and giddy inside. Please let it end with carol admitting her feelings Xx

A/N: Aww thanks. I might have made this a bit long, maybe with two parts, we’ll see (i always say something like this but it ends up being a mini series bc i never know until i finish writing). Anyway, here!:

“Carol you ready to go?” You asked, poking your head in her room as she picked up her jacket, grinning at you.

You were wearing your fav/color short sleeved t-shirt with navy ripped jeans and black converse. You’d decided against taking a jacket since you couldn’t decide. Carol wore an army green sweatshirt, black leggings and black pumas. 

You’d both made plans to see the new movie, Knives Out. Well it wasn’t new, you just wanted to see it in a cinema where there won’t be too many people. Since it had been out for a few months, there won’t be too many people.

“Yeah, let’s go!” She replied excitedly, heading out the door with you.

You had wanted to go to the movies for a month now, but wanted your best friend, Carol to come with you. It was about time she caught up with pop culture, plus, though you’d never admit it, you liked her. You wanted her to be your girlfriend, but you were scared she didn’t feel the same. As cliche as it was, this was the current predicament you were in. You didn’t want to lose your friendship, so you just stuck with what you had. 

“y/n/n, stop daydreaming, let’s go!” Carol joked when she realized you weren’t paying attention to anything really. In fact, you’d walked past the car the two of you were supposed to go in. You chuckled slightly and got in. 

Carol drove off towards the cinema, switching on the radio instantly. A favorite song of yours and Carol’s came on the instant you switched the radio on. You turned to see Carol grinning her usual contagious grin, you couldn’t help but grin back at her. The rest of the ride was filled with the two of you belting out the lyrics to your favorite songs.

What you had was pretty great, you would do anything to keep it. Even if it meant hiding your feelings from your best friend.

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For some reason, Carol was being overly affectionate today. The two of you were usually affectionate to the point where many people thought you were dating. Oh how you wish you were, but that was just the nature of your friendship.

Today however, Carol was touching you almost all the time. As soon as you got out of the car, she was holding your hand as you walked to the cashier to buy tickets. It wasn’t that you didn’t like being this affectionate with Carol, it just hurts knowing it might never be anything more than platonic. 

“Two tickets please.” You said, sliding a 20 dollar bill into the small slot. The cashier’s eyes flicked over you and carol. Then regarded the two of you holding hands. You could feel your cheeks start to burn slightly. 

“There’s a discount and a free snack for couples,” He said, bored as he cashed your money in. 

“Oh, uh no, We are-” You stuttered out, but Carol cut you off.

“Thank you, that would be amazing,” Carol said smoothly, stepping next to you, sliding her hand around your waist. Your cheeks were burning even more. “Right babe?” She asked you, grinning down at your flustered expression.

“Ye, yeah,” You muttered, the cashier handed the two of you your tickets and you headed inside. 

Once you were inside, you expected Carol to take her arm from around your waist, but she didn’t. Instead, she walked with you to the snack stand and cashed in the free coupon. She got a small bucket of butter popcorn and held it in her free hand, one arm still wrapped around your waist. It gave her a good excuse to be more affectionate with you. It made your heart do acrobatics which could qualify for the olympics. 

You reached out the hand which wasn’t smushed against Carol’s side to grab some popcorn as you headed into the theater. She unwrapped her hand from your waist to lightly smack the offending hand. You looked up at her confusedly. 

“My popcorn,” She teased, then promptly reached a hand inside the bucket to eat some. You glared at her as she scooped popcorn into her mouth as she giggled at your behaviour. 

You shake your head from side to side and headed towards the back of the theater for the best seats. You and Carol sat next to each other as the previews played before the movie. You pulled your phone out of your back pocket to text Natasha, who knew of your current… predicament. 

That was until Carol snatched the phone out of your hands. You opened your mouth in shock and turned to glare at her as she put the phone in her back pocket. 

“Phone’s away,’ She teased with a cocky smirk on her face. 

“No popcorn, no phone?” You pouted, crossing your arms in front of your chest and glared at the screen in front of you. 

Carol laughed at your cute behaviour, muttering cute under her breath. She placed the popcorn precariously on the edge of the armrest, after making sure it was stable she tapped your shoulder.

“You can have the popcorn if you want,” She offered, once you reached your hand in the bucket and had happily shoveled popcorn into your mouth she added, “babe,”

You choked instantly, popcorn going into your windpipe as you coughed. Carol didn’t expect this much of a reaction, but it was even more hilarious. She was laughing her head off as you were practically dying of popcorn. The little people around you were staring at the two of you.

“People are staring,” Carol said through laughter, rubbing your back slightly in an effort to help you. 

“And whose,” You coughed again, “Whose fault is that?” You snapped, finally swallowing the rest of the popcorn. 

Carol kept laughing as you reached into the bucket for more. The movie began and the popcorn was already empty. Carol put the bucket on the empty seat beside her as you put your hand on the armrest. She gently placed her hand on top of yours. 

You were slightly surprised at the sudden action, but you decided you were okay with it as you intertwined your fingers together. Maybe the movie wouldn’t be too bad, even if you almost died. 

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The movie theater was starting to get strangely cold, you were starting to shiver almost, maybe the outfit you were wasn’t the best idea. Carol noticed you shivering and debated on what to do, deciding after a particularly violent shiver. 

“Come here,” She said softly, pulling your hand gently towards her. You looked at her confused, before you realized what she meant. She wanted to cuddle while watching, in a cinema hall. You debated your decision, eventually deciding cuddling with her was better than catching a cold. 

“Fine,” You grumbled, lifting up the armrest dividing the seats and scooting over to her. 

She wrapped the hand which was holding yours around your shoulders, she still managed to hold your hand somehow. She was practically a heater, you couldn’t help but snuggle into her further. Your free hand went to wrap around her waist. You felt her tense up slightly, you were about to back off before she leaned backwards slightly, trapping your hand there. Carol’s body heat helped warm you drastically. Your shivering had stopped and you felt warm, in both ways. It felt so comforting to be this close to Carol, but your anxiety quickly came into play. Worry of rejection started to consume you, you almost pulled away, until carol gently started to stroke the knuckles on your hand. 

 Deciding your anxiety could wait, you scooted even closer to carol and decided to treasure the moment while it lasted. You fell asleep quickly, warm and comfortable. 

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When you woke up, you weren’t in the cinema. You were a bit chilly, there was cold air on your face but a spot right above your knee was warm. Feeling the fabric underneath you, you realized you were in your car. What the hell? You thought, groggily opening your eyes and looking around. Carol was driving, the two of you were almost at the compound, her hand was on your knee. Butterflies in your stomach was one of the first things you felt after waking up. 

“How, Carol did you carry me to the car?” You asked, she looked at you and smirked before returning her gaze to the road which winded into the compound. 

“I didn’t want to wake you,” She said, pulling up in the usual parking spot. 

“Yet you have no problem waking me up at 4 when you want to train,” You joked. 

Carol grinned and laughed while looking at you. You couldn’t help but grin back, even if there were butterflies in your stomach at her smile. The main reason you were cracking so many jokes was to see her smile. 

Carol pulled her hand from your thigh and got out of the car, closing the door behind her. You opened your door, but Carol was already on your side of the car, pulling it open for you. You raised an eyebrow at the action, but got out anyway. Before Carol closed the door, she leaned in and kissed your cheek. 

The amount of reactions your body had to that quick action was hard to count. Heart palpitations, butterflies, face heating up, you were almost sure you were about to have a heart attack. 

“Sorry about that” She whispered against your cheek, then pulled away. Closing the door with a cocky smirk. 

“It, it’s fine, don’t worry about it,” You stuttered, unable to come up with a witty reply. Your body was still overreacting to a small kiss as you walked towards the compound doors. . 

“Sorry for that, and almost making you die in the movie hall,” She apologized, following you. You raised an eyebrow slightly. 

“You’re full of apologies today,” You remarked. 

“Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?” She asked, making you more confused than before. “Before, um,” She stuttered, then stopped. 

“Before…?” You asked, stopping and turning to face her. You heard her mumble ‘nothing’ then start to walk away from you. You grabbed her wrist, stopping her as she faced you. “Before what?” You questioned. 

“Before confessing,” She said quickly. Your eyes widened slightly, at your reaction she continued speaking. “Before I told you how much in love with you I am and how much I don’t ever want this to end…” 

Carol continued with the list of ‘how much’ but you were stunned into silence. She liked you, apparently she was in love with you. She loved you back. Carol Danvers, the great Captain Marvel, loved you. 

You broke out of your trance when you saw tears start to well up in her eyes. You put one finger to her lips to silence her. She didn’t flinch, you felt her lip wobble slightly under your finger as her tears threatened to break. She thought you weren’t responding because you hated her, she thought she was about to lose you and it was scaring her. 

“Jesus you talk more than Parker,” You commented, Carol smiled slightly. “I love you too Danvers,” You said softly, removing your finger and leaning in.

Carol returned the favor, wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you in. Your faces were inches from each other as you waited for her to make the first move. In another burst of courage, you pressed your faces together, your arms winding your way to her neck. 

She kissed you softly, so, so softly, as if she was afraid she would break you. You didn’t lose your friendship with Carol, Carol didn't lose you. Both of you got something better, each other

1, 2, 7, 8, 9 and 10 please

finally some good fucking food, thanks anon;

1. What themes would you like to write about that you feel don’t get explored very often?

Generally speaking, I think the in-betweens, the casual time-skips, and the quick intermissions are the things that get glossed over the most. The “missing scenes”, if you will--the hours after a squabble between a team, the morning before the battle, the months where a child sat idle, the dreams that turned into prophecy. 

I also think the theme of re-connection is not often explored--its always “love on first sight” kind of deal, but what about the enduring kind of love, the kind that stays like an ache in your bones? the one you remember and miss? the one you long for like a phantom limb?

2. What are some common elements of stories you are tired of seeing? What would you avoid writing about? 

This varies wildly between fandoms, but probably the thing they all have in common is: mindless smut. Just straight up down and dirty fucking, with no motive or prompting or characterization. Just the author smashing two guys (usually) at the hips and being done with it. 

That’s fine; we all love to see it. It’s just so dull sometimes. 

I need some intricacy, some intimacy, some ache, some angst, some destructive lines and some ruthless gut-punches, you know? Not a guy coming for the fifth time. 

For the AFTG fandom: I’m tired of seeing people being fine with the way Sakavic treated her characters and coddling Neil & Andrew in the face of it. I don’t hate Andreil, I feel like I should say, but so much of it relies on one or the other sticking people with their knives or fists and that’s such a toxic love, a misconception of what a “good” relationship should be. Now, there are some brilliant fics I’ve read that are just gorgeous with the concept of Andreil--that was what I wished Sakavic had the ability to achieve in her series, while giving dignity to Kevin Day and the rest of the characters that were there and LIVED despite the romance. 

So, obviously, I would avoid doing any of the above I just mentioned, and pray that you will too. Just let these ppl breathe, alright?

For the AoT fandom (yeah i dabbled cuz the manga is just. depressing man): same issue---too much fucking, not enough talking and emoting. Why are there so many goddamned high school AUs? My god. I need a fic that gets down and dirty with the shit going down in the manga and take me through it so I can stand to continue. What about the grief and mourning and the betrayal of it all? Can I get me some of that? Lord, don’t go near the Levi/Eren tag. Y’all just don’t even knock it. Go to Levi/Erwin or something. Or just don’t. Don’t.

For the BNHA fandom (lol. a staple): actually, there’s quite a bit of diversity here so I geniunely can’t complain about much. The sheer magnitude of the English-speaking fandom helps on that end, I suppose. I do think there should be more fics looking at the Shit n Grit of Hero’s society tho, Stain-style. The people the heroes couldn’t save or didn’t want to, the forgotten bodies and the cooling hands, the victims that never got closure, the heroes who got maimed and multilated and couldn’t get back on their feet once the limelight left em. Those sorts of things. I think the fact we see thru the rosy-eyed worldviews of a bunch of green-eared kids deludes people to the fact that People Are Fucking Bad and Disgusting almost all the time. So exploring that, I think, is far more worthwhile. 

But I will also take injury aftermath. I’m not a monster.

For the KNY fandom: EYYY we talk about grief and suffering a lot which if you haven’t noticed, is kind of my Jam! Actually, this fandom prob hits a lot of my sweet spots: role reversals, grief/mourning aftermath, SabiGiyuu, Sabito Lives, the usual! Can’t really say much abt this. Except, there’s a lot of Demon Sex and Rape and, uh. Guys? Can we go back for a hot sec?

For the Code Geass fandom (*rubs hands in glee*): SO this is the fandom I’m most active in aside from AFTG at this precise moment. It’s pretty dead, tbh. My favorite two fics in the AO3 archive was published in 2014 and the author hasn’t written for my fav pairing (Suzaku/Lelouch) since. So. There’s that. There’s also a lot of fucking here! And gross cishet dynamics, but, uh, whatever. I think the Emperor Lelouch/Knight of Zero Suzaku has been overused and abused for rough sex and just general Angst-ing it out. I wanna see how their dynamic plays out like that for sure, but what about when they still had secrets between them a mile wide and had to tell each other half-lies and half-truths? How about them coping with the fact of their betrayals and the death of their loved ones at the hands of each other? Where’s the hardcore shit? 

Think this fandom doesn’t want to dig their fingers in too deep. Shame. 

Another thing: CC is not an immortal seductress. My god give her pizza and some fucking DEPTH. She’s a walking encyclopedia, not some mysterious slut machine! Get your stereotypes and fetishes outta here!

Final thing: TALK ABOUT THE SHIT SUZAKU HAS BEEN THROUGH! He’s not just Lelouch’s boytoy or knight! Stop that! Examine his abuse, his time with the military, his span as a pawn! Look at his motivations and his internalized disgust for himself as a Japanese that was ingrained in him by an oppressive fucking system! Why does he bow? Why is he silent? Speak for him!

7. Favorite description in your wip? (If asked more than once, respond with a new piece each time)

Suzaku watched him watch the discoloring, and Suzaku watched the stillness change into the bare bones of animosity. It was almost kind, the way Lelouch turned his face away and shifted his grip to snatch up the antiseptic.

Neither of them spoke as sharp hands dabbed at the slightly split skin and wet bruising. It stung, but only a little. Long minutes passed like this, Lelouch exchanging swabs for cloths, Suzaku sitting still and watching him work.

Neither of them mentioned the scatter of old deadened skin, puckered across Suzaku’s build like a migration of mutilated fish.

8. Favorite dialogue in your wip? (If asked more than once, respond with a new piece each time)

"You know I can't be seen with you two."

"And I just warned you to not be a coward." Lelouch's eyes gleamed. Again, the challenge was there, and like a fool only Lellouch could make of him, Suzaku took it, open-mouthed and open-palmed.

"Fine," Suzaku said, not knowing what he'd promised himself to: a dinner or a duel. Even though the last time Lelouch picked up a sword it was wooden and he was tiny and cute and clumsy. But Lelouch didn’t need blades to cut. "I'll be there. Does Nunnally still enjoy a good scone?"

"Bring the blueberry ones," Lelouch said, extending the comment like a plank between them, and leapt off the wall, into the white sun. "One for the bastardly son and one for the disowned daughter."

Suzaku followed him out into the blaze of heat, feeling the crude perch of his laughter at the base of his throat. He was so fucking dramatic. "Which one of us do you mean?"

9. What scene was the hardest to write for you and why?

From the same wip fic from above--I’m stuck on the “light” kind-of crackish scene where Suzaku is literally just exasperated with Rivalz and his porn mags. Like I just can’t write it. It’s too.....friendly. And “nice”.

10. What scene was the most fun to write for you and why?

Out of the same fic as above: probably the scene from #8. It was fun to see how coy and rough-mouthed Suzaku could get once he’s together with Lelouch. Just to see them fool around with each other whilst keeping secrets but also somehow be honest was very satisfying and interesting to write out. They are just boys, there. Just boys. In love.

hii! sorry if you've answered this before, but how did you find your own art style? it's nothing like i've seen before, very dream-like (: i feel like with so many artists out there it can be hard to find one's own style but yours is truly unique. if it's not too much to ask, do you still have any of your first drawings? thank you 💕💕

(Oh & I'm sorry if I have answered it before, I didn't find anything on my blog so woop here comes my blaber)

Hello dear!

Thank you so much, you flatter me and my bit-som of art-som, heh. Specially that you have called it dream like— cuz 1/4 of my creations does come from my dreams. I even had a dream about Severus a couple of days ago- was explaining to him the concept of gestures in smartphones, I told him it's like pulling down a scroll, to get the notifications, lol.

Before I start side-tracking too much, yes- I can't say I do know how it happens, I guess I wasn't on the base of looking for an art style for myself, or ever considered myself an artist— or a real one? Idk. The idea of having an 'art style' doesn't register with me so I'm possibly always confused what to make of it.

I mean, I didn't go into art for art's sake. I don't enjoy beauty just for beauty's sake. It has to have a meaning, purpose, hidden dilemma you need to solve just by looking deeper; is it speaking to me, or am I speaking for it?

My only concern since the beginning of time of Mani apparating this earth and what got them into drawing anyway is: telling the story as best as possible.

I was drawing before I learned speaking. It was my instinctive language. I had something to say? Illustrated it on a piece of paper to show.

Everything I see in my surroundings or mostly in mind, I had a story to tell about. So I didn't even consider that I was making art.

I remember when I developed enough cells to be aware- I started trying to copy or capture the basics of family members, making stories about them, also games or shows I played; I drew Crash bandicoot, driving into a cliff because he was hated by his family, Tiny wearing an abaya. Pink panther cuz how tall he was weirded me out in a fascinating way, Tarzan and his special muscles, a story about an abused squid lady that eventually turn into a mermaid, a guy turning into a hero coz of some near death experience.. mmm stories about my favourite stuffed rabbit CeCe Bobo— probably the only innocent adventures I drew as a child— I wanted so badly to make them into a video game, having their parents fall into a pit of flames, heh.

And because I had daily TV episodes in my brain of whatever to occupy me from unsanitary real life; I associated with many people I love to see materlized; my characters. So I had to try & draw them exactly how they look/feel, and that's what my art slowly developed based on; is this guy the way I seen and felt him look like? If not, try other ways.

At first, I drew them with literal basic shapes, like a character would have a square face, and another heart, and if I couldn't draw circle, I used my pencil sharpener that was shaped as a circle. A method still I use to differentiate my characters (without the pencil sharpener lol)

Later, since my characters have generally my favourite things, or things I enjoy, things I appreciate— basically things from me directly or from my choices, conscious they were or not—had them chopped and scattered between the lot of them. And to learn how to do some favourite factors of them is what drives my art style I suppose. I knew I didn't want it realistic, but I also didn't want it unreal. What makes art real? That's probably the always questions I face.

Ofc, I was face with so many problems to deteriorate my passion for drawing. Like, not being allowed to draw in the first place. I had wait till everyone is gone or occupied, had to always look over my shoulder and must constantly hide every inkling of any art making, and act like the project I'm making is for school, and draw in breakfast breaks at school. I used to draw under my blanket and store my art between my books or under my pillow (never related to anything so hard like when Harry was studying magic and Dursley keeps checking on him, honestly heh). Either all that or I get the whip.

Or being told what's the point of having a style like that while everybody obviously enjoys popular styles like anime or cartoon? Why don't I draw like the popular to get noticed? I don't know how to draw anime or cartoon even if I tried. It will just show as my art style, no? Exactly like speaking two different languages with the same letters.

Or like the idea of strictly sticking to gendering things while the idea never occurred to me. The base line of how men has to be ugly and women pretty. My motto is showing beauty in everything, even in scary or messed up things hehe. But I had to consent to making my guys 'ugly' as possible to continue drawing, and if u notice a line on their throats, that's one other thing I had to do, wasn’t allowed to draw girls either. And I wasn't happy with any of that at all.

But I was able to win my right to draw anytime I like in recent years, and able to draw how I like how I use digital means. So it got better heh.

And no it's not too much, if anything, it was took me on a dusty beautiful trip of nostalgia, I thank you for it. Sadly I don't have my first drawings, and I do treasure them but they all been tossed, torn and burned before me over the years, heh.

The oldest thing I got is this, a comic made, was 11 years old I think:

Medo, a guy so beautiful that he was forced to work as a femal model, concept that felt the best to me, heh. Even tho I was in no contact with the outsider world.

He is my first solid character and I made endless comics of him.

He's develop into this -dated 2014- , he's fairy sentinel.

And I found few of my old or first time drawing them pics of the main characters in my stories, I'd love to share:

Juicy and X-bi— second ones I made. But these drawings are maybe 2 or 3 years after I made them

I know I said that lots, but x-bi was a mask wearing imaginary friend I translated into X-bi. He has almost always cold hands so I used to put my skin on cold metallic surface and imagine it his hands trying to ease the pain.

And since I had no audience home, my stuff showed at school as i drew alone, always with various replies of 'its good, but'

Juicy got me in trouble with a teacher, by a careless student that was browsing my drawings In front of them, and I was classified as mentally deranged and need help for not drawing the usual princes and white knight.

Fernando and Carlos are also old characters that expressed romance in everything they do, so when I had a drawing of them Carlos tending to a fevered Ferry, and it was snatched from me, everyone considering it intimacy and I had to punch my way through them to get it back. Being called perverted and sick in the process, even tho all they talk to me about is marriage and the process of making babies. One of them literally told me on random occasion that their heart was like a ten story building for rent, there's always someone new in and out.

Carlos is Fernando's soul guardian💛

I created General Pumbkin in school! expressing fashion in strictness with my fav hooked nose!

Axel was my joy in everything, and the most common character I got beat up for, for being girly. I don't draw him too much anymore but seeing him again made me auto happy , hes all about giving loff, darling hehe

Candy, a less brain developed babyy

Brain and Pain, my sibs fav characters from my bag, heh

And Sabine was said to me that he should be a girl to be that scared in a scary story, his story is like dark and twisted fairytales vibe that I love dearly. I'm trying to continue writing his story.

Despite whatever, I love doing art, I have to. It what gives me soul juice heh.

And thank you for sticking on my prolonged answer. I hope I didn't bore too much, I'm flooded with memories happy and bad, and they are all okay. It made me feel passionate again, so thank you for the opportunity 🙏

1.5.2020

so so so very random but imagine bf Jeff taking pictures of you cuz he’s a puppy in love, like when Joe poured the smoothie on his head and Jeff was so amused that his instinct was to get a pic. It’s like that, but with you!

It could be a simple lunch at some cute restaurant or cafe and he’s across from you and he’s smiling at you and he just has to capture you and ask if it’s alright in the beginning of the relationship but it’s the norm after a while. Specially when the sun hits right. The moment is always random, but it’s always bc Jeff need to capture how beautiful you looked.

And boy does this man love your body. It’s beautiful, just like any women’s bare body, but your his girl so your his fav ofc. One morning, you wake up before him, and you tend to randomly sleep without a top, maybe activities the night before we’re in play, regardless your practically naked waking up this one morning. You’re just siting off the edge, trying to really wake up when Jeff wakes up too. He see you from behind, sitting still and he’s just so in love. He’s staring for a minute until you turn around and catch him. Y’all are giggling and he just gets an idea and jumps up from his position and snatches his phone and goes to sit next to you.

“Let me get a picture of you,” he genuinely asks.

“Right now? Naked?”

“Obviously,” he smiles, blushes.

“Why,” you giggle, covering your bare chest.

He grabs ahold of your arms, uncrossing them, and leans in to plant kisses on your cheek and neck, endearingly.

“You’re absolutely beautiful. I need a picture of you like this,” he mutters, before kissing your lips.

“And if someone ever saw it,” you ask, playfully pushing him back.

“A naked body is art, if you really think about it,” he smirks, leaning in again.

You dodge him, and giggle, “Do I get to take a picture of you.”

He grins, “If you want. This is only for my eyes, though. No one is ever seeing these. I’m selfish like that.”

Just thoughts (and more) that popped in this head 😌 like come on dude, I LOVE how beautiful women’s bodies are, any body. From what we know from how Jeff is, I like to think that he appreciates the beauty that IS a women

Vida 3x02 Cast Live Tweets (4 /4)

Ser: How many señoras bring up el Papa Juan Pablo?? Todas!😆 #papajuanpablolife Chelsea: I can’t with their Tia. Like damn🤦‍♀️ Mishel: Yeah... Straight up jacked them!  but I mean.. that was a nice pope plate. Ser: Don’t worry about strangers jacking you, sometimes it’s family😂 Tanya: How many of you have a Tia Magda in your lives? #cleptoTia Mishel: ummm... I might be a Tia Magda 😳 Tanya: But only at weddings and quinceañeras... Mishel: Lol. Yeah. Tonatiuh: This Tia is driving me crazy ajaja she just jacked their house and read them to filth Mishel: "I'm sure you can figure it out mijo" [bear throwing rabbit down gif] Tanya: You KNOW you got chu a Tia Magda in your life! Tonatiuh: Okay but real talk... why is it so expensive to die... like go in debt for your own funeral. That's wild Tonatiuh: "I'm sure you can figure it out!!" EWWW Twitter: Would’ve snatched that pope plate right back Tonatiuh: Would have snatched her wig too

Tanya: Listen, I'm a diabetic and just like Mari's dad, I can't give conchas up (not conchas, and not Conchas knowhatImean?) that's why this storyline with Mr. Sanchez was so real to us, cuz in the Latinx community we don't take care of our sugar, man! Chelsea: Ay apa... 😭😭😭😭 Tonatiuh: ...... Chelsea, beautiful Chelsea: 🙏 Adrian: Marriiii aka Chelsea breaks my heart😭😭😭 Pobre Chinche! Ser: Oh Mari- 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Vida: Mari never got the chance to make things right 💔

Vida: There for each other when it counts ❤️ Tanya: But look at how their relationship is growing. That’s true friendship right there, Lynn being there for him while he is so broken. Mishel: This scene killed me.... a complete puddle after this. Esti: seriously... Johnny is a little eyeroll for me in general... but Carlos is one of my fav actors and I hope to work with him again. Ser: The machismo and Marianismo in Latinx culture is so damn toxic... Mira cómo sufre Mari!! Ser: Just hearing Johnny say that about his babygirl and his dying- there goes the tears again 😭😭😭😭 Tonatiuh: Dude... Johnny! Pobrecito Adrian: Johnny messed up, but man I feel for him 😢 Chelsea: I have no words.... Johnny broke me 😭💔 Cara: Damn Johnny... I’m now sobbing. More than Zoe was in that scene. You killed it. Tanya: He brought it! Broke my damn heart! Tanya: 💔 Tanya: Johnny breaks my heart at the end of eposide 2 It was really hard editing this with JoAnne. We couldn't keep from crying everytime. Or at least tearing up. Tanya: This song called CIELO ROJO by Love La Femme which closes the 2nd episode, was on my playlist all along but it took me weeks to re-discover it. When we were working on this scene, I kept telling my lovely music supervisors that I needed cellos. Tanya: I just felt like the severity of the moment required that soul-aching sound. We tried so many songs. Many ALMOST worked but they weren’t quite right. So I dug in my playlist vaults… I just went on a dive and came across “Cielo Rojo.”

Chelsea: This was me after watching episode 2 for the first time. It was rough. Ser: And I couldn’t look at Chelsea because I’d break down ugly crying. .. 😥😭😭😭😭 Chelsea: The beginning of the panel was a little off for all of us. It took me about 15 mins into the panel to finally stop crying lol Mishel: We were all wrecked. Chelsea: For real Gladys (Writer): I just want to give a shout out to Chelsea and Carlos for taking those emotional scenes to the next level. Chelsea: Thank you so much