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readbyred · 4 months

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may i request how the dps boys would react to realising they have a severe crush on a, preferably shy, reader! tysm <\3

Oh, I've been waiting for dps requests! Sorry for my late replies everybody, I got demotivated again because tumblr deleted a few of my x reader posts (and a few others). But I'll try to not let that happen again if I can even help it

I think Knox would have such a silly time trying to approach you. Because we all know he’s awkward, but determined at best and, well… pushy at worst. I'm trying to go with the version I saw in a play, because thankfully they cut out the party scene which means he’s still delightfully insufferable but not awful. Anyways, he would jump on every occasion to talk to you. And then just. Stand there. He’d try to give you flowers and poems, everything really. But he loses brain cells every time he’s around you. At least you’re both equally stressed about social interactions. He gets a little braver when you give him a smile or any other sign you like him. Not less awkward, but a bit more motivated to go for it. His main problem is that he can't read you well and despite being big on feelings and all, he still has a hard time actually talking to you. Clumsily, he showers you with over the top things, that most would find cringey but you think of as endearing. And if he thinks there's a chance he’ll lose you, he’ll confess right away. I think he is brave and pretty open about feelings. Just stressed out

With Neil, it's not an issue at all that you're shy. He’s more so taken aback by his own strong feelings. Because he wasn't expecting to fall this hard. But give him like five work days to process and he’ll be all in. I feel like he would take his time to confess but he’d make it known that he cares about you. He’d be checking up on you every time he can, bringing you coffee, asking to practice lines together, go to the movies in town. Even before you two start dating you just wake up and half of his sweatshirts are in your drawer (he likes to borrow you his clothes if you’re cold) and your desk is littered with poems he shared with you. He’s a gentle lover, but he knows what he wants and when the time is right Neil has no problem confessing

It's much funnier with Cameron because this boy is in panic mode 24/7. At first he legit thought he was sick because he always felt dizzy and distracted around you. And he’s a traditionalist. Everything has to be perfect when you’re around. Like he beats himself up about every little mistake he made around you. But also makes a point to treat you RIGHT. If you’re shy he might not know how to approach you at first, because he’s not sure if you’re even interested. And how to make you like him. After much teasing (mainly from Charlie, of course) he gets fed up with his friends and decides to make a move. It might not be the most romantic when he does, but it's sweet and genuine

Another one that would take time to confess is Meeks. He’s pretty quick to accept that he’s crushing on you. He’s like, yeah obviously they are amazing, now what do I do with that? He tries to give you things. Small things. Like maybe he could borrow you a book that you’ve wanted to read for a long time of buy you a coffee/tea if you’re out in the town. He doesn't explicitly say that he liked you but it's easy to tell and he’s not one to be shy about it either. So when you guys do get together, you already know his more… romantic side

On the contrary, Charlie takes time to process his feelings. He had crushes before, but real feelings (strong ones at that) aren't the norm for him. Sometimes he catches himself losing his cool around you and it messes with him so bad. He would probably ask Knox for advice. Which is a bad move. But he figures that at least his friend is more familiar with having those sorts of feelings. Nothing much comes of it because I can't imagine Knox giving him any good advice on the subject, but after he was able to talk about liking you, he decides to just go for it. Well, in small steps. Primarily because he’s just not an intense guy, but also because he’s surprisingly mature when it comes to respecting your levels of comfort. Doesn't mean it gets boring though, it's Charlie we’re talking about. Once you get together there's not a one dull moment with him by your side

With Todd, it might be difficult at first. He’s overwhelmed by fis feelings and has a tendency to talk himself out of making any sorts of moves. Why would you like somebody like him? He tells himself he doesn't have a chance, surely. It only confirms his suspicions when you don't take initiative. It's only after he’s been moping around for a few days that Neil approaches him about it and proceeds to give him shit for not doing anything to let you know his feelings. He’s like, bro, so you care about them so much that you’d rather not have them in your life because you want them in your life so much??? Make it make sense. So with Neil's encouragement, he tries to at least talk to you and see where it goes from there. Still shocked when you end up returning his feelings. You’re in his poems now, even if it's not very obvious (he's not as straightforward as Knox, so it's not ‘i love (yn) and I want them to be mine’ kind of deal). This is the only one where I'm sure you might have to make some sort of a move. Todd’s like a spider - he’s more scared than you are and if he could, he would just silently hang out in the corner of the room you’re in. But he gets a little braver after he starts feeling more secure

Lastly, Pitts is not as bad as Todd, but still takes his time. He’s comfortable with liking you and he knows what he likes, but he’s not in any rush to make things official. So any time he has any chance to talk to you, he does and just wants to see how things go from there. He jokes around with you, asks to come study together, tries to be close. He does care, just in a more chill way than some of the other poets would. If you two have been talking for some time, he would have no problem asking you to go out with him, doesn't make you feel pressured or anything. If the others are cool with it he will do his best to have you come to their meetings at night as well. So you do not only get an awesome boyfriend out of it, but also a great friend group

#dps #dps x reader #charlie dalton x reader #knox overstreet x reader #neil perry x reader #todd anderson x reader #gerard pitts x reader #steven meeks x reader #richard cameron x reader

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projecttreehouse · 2 years

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writing warm-ups

do you wake up and immediately go to work? no! you have coffee and breakfast first, you wash your face, you get dressed. similarly, you have to warm yourself up before facing a writing challenge. warm-ups are also a great way to fight writers' block. here are some ways to do this:

-keysmash poem; mash that keyboard until you get 6-12 random letters. these are the first letters of each line of a poem you will write. oh, you say you're not a poet? i didn't ask! just mash that keyboard and cough a poem up and never read it again. -letter to the editor; pick a topic that pisses you off. the smaller and more arbitrary, the better. write a paragraph detailing the issue to a neutral third party with as much passive aggression as you can muster. -rewrite; grab a random page of some old project of yours and rewrite it. really think about what you like and dislike about that page, look at it from a new perspective, twist it around until it's different-- doesn't matter if the rewrite is better or worse, because you aren't editing here. you're just getting your gears spinning. -fictionalize it; think of something that happened to you, like a brief interaction with a stranger or a funny mix up at work. turn it into a one-page scene. -dream journal; record an interesting dream. list out details you can remember, or write it like a journal entry, or wax poetic about what it all means. -shitty fanfiction; self explanatory. the more self-indulgent, the better. set a timer for ten minutes, blast off, and then pretend it never happened. -deleted scenes; think about the in between moments of your project. write an email from one of your main characters, or a scene from their childhood, or a text conversation log, really anything that you wouldn't put in your main work. -confessional; pick a fictional character, yours or one from a piece of media you love. write their ten confessions in as much detail as you want.

happy writing! let us know if you try any of these, and reblog if you find this helpful!

#writing #writing tips #writing advice #writing warm up #writing prompts #prompts #fanfic advice #writer #writers block #nanowrimo #novel writing #writers of tumblr #writeblr #creative writing #creative writing prompts

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writingquestionsanswered · 21 days

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Struggling with Feedback That's Missing the Point

triplecreature asked: I'm in a creative writing course in university and we're doing workshops where we review each other's poems and short stories. I'm conflicted because I don't want to be closed-minded about constructive criticism, but sometimes I feel like the feedback I get is missing the point. For example, the instructor indiscriminately marks up any "abstract" line, even if it's emotional sentiment or would break the structure/line scheme to remove. She's also biased against heavier topics because they're too depressing and said I can't make poetry about characters/conversational perspective. My short story got negative feedback from my peers because my protagonist wasn't inherently good or bad. They felt it his grey morality "didn't make sense." I don't want to be arrogant so I feel bad for struggling with the criticism I get. How do you gracefully approach a situation where you feel uncertain or misunderstood by feedback you get?

Here's the thing...

Reading and writing is a very, very personal thing. We all develop very strong opinions about what we do and do not like, and sometimes people confuse their own preferences as being universal truths. Abstract poetry doesn't seem to resonate with your instructor, and unfortunately she's choosing to interpret that as a problem with abstract poetry rather than a personal preference.

Having said that, it's really important that we not take negative feedback too much to heart. It's always worth analyzing where the feedback is coming from and whether it's more likely to be feedback based on a personal preference or actually credible feedback.

When you get critical feedback from a single person or a few people that feels off to you, you can generally disregard it, especially if it conflicts with the majority feedback. For example, if three people says your morally gray protagonist makes no sense, but ten people don't have that issue, you can probably assume your protagonist is fine. If you give your story to six classmates, and all six of them feel the morally gray protagonist doesn't make sense, it's worth considering why all six out of six people feel that way. Are they saying it doesn't make sense because they expect a character to be either good or bad, or are they saying it doesn't make sense because something you laid out in the story is conflicting with the idea that this character is morally gray?

Ultimately, it's up to you to decide whether or not to listen to feedback, but especially in a creative writing class, I wouldn't take the negative feedback too much to heart. If it's one person's opinion, smile, nod, and thank them for their opinion. If it's five people with the same opinion, take some time to consider whether there could be some merit to what they're saying. In any case, don't take it personally. ♥

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a-rat-dressed-like-a-bee · 1 month

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Space.

He's lying beside me. On his back. Keeping his hands to himself.

Eyes upturned. I've stopped talking about my day. I don't think he has noticed.

Like a listener, he is quiet. Perhaps he is still listening. But not to me.

He is elsewhere. He is in her arms. His eyes gazing into their past. His past with her.

Ears are taking in what she's saying.

I wonder which memory has his attention. The time she kissed him first. His first kiss. The time she danced with him in the rain. The only time he ever danced. The time she took him home. To the silence of her room after the disquiet of forks on plates and small talk with family.

He has never met my mother. Still keeps in touch with hers.

Perhaps it is a different memory I'd never know.

I wish he would come back to me. He's been gone since he heard the news from a friend. She lies in a lonely colourless room. Terminally ill. A part of him lies with her. About to be lost forever.

He hates me now. I think. He doesn't look at me anymore. Perhaps he sees in me the reasons for him not talking to her. Him deleting their chats. Their photos.

I erased her much before the illness got to her. He hates me.

I am the cancer that ate away at a cherished past. He hates me.

I wish he didn't hate me so much. Little does he know that I would swap myself with her. Gladly be the one dying.

It would be quicker than the death he causes me now. Breaking my heart by going away from me. Taking away any love he had for me.

She has all his love again. I have nothing.

Sorry what were you saying? Nothing baby. Nothing important. I was just talking about my day. Boring stuff. You go to sleep now. Go back to your dreams. I feel hot. Do you mind if I sleep on the edge?

Surely not. More space for her.

The one you've never stopped loving.

I wasn't sure what to call it, "More space for her," or just simply "Space." Settled with the latter for now. It's a purely fictional poem I wrote after reading "Revolving Days" by David Malouf, when a wave of sadness had hit me. It is mainly about lovers growing apart because one of them is depressed due to the knowledge of a former partner's deteriorating health. I wanted the speaker of the poem to be the other partner so that I could chiefly explore the emotional turmoil of the present lover in the poem. They can do nothing but try to be understanding of the partner's depression and give them the space they need, while preparing themselves to face a more permanent space (an irreversible damage to their current relationship).

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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 1 year

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Yuu being a fairly cheery person, but she's talented at writing angsty fanfics and stories with heart-wrenching or ambiguous endings. People read it, and they're like, "Who hurt you?"

Belle is either a fan of her works or her main editor. She's one of those readers that angrily praises Yuu for breaking her heart (she means that affectionately.)

Gaston is just scoffing at why someone would be so affected by a piece of writing. He reads it, and an hour later, LeFou finds him sitting in front of the fireplace unnervingly still with no emotion in his eyes and Yuu's latest work on the floor. Gaston is just holding a glass of scotch that he barely took a sip from. I imagine that it's the same reaction people had to Crona's poem in Soul Eater

So I’m in love with bookworm!Yuu and I headcanon that she had the same reaction to the NRC library as Belle did with Beast’s library.

And when the club were watching her memories and Belle saw Yuu get excited over books, she was like ‘new BFF’ 😊

Yuu and the Disney characters definitely have a book club and some members include: Belle, Rapunzel, Beast/Adam, Ratigan, Quasimodo and others.

(This isn’t really part of the ask but I headcanon that Leona is well-read in Shakespeare one because he was a prince and two because of Lion King’s ties to Hamlet and as a Shakespeare fan myself I think they’d basically recreate the deleted scene in Beauty and the Beast where Belle reads Romeo and Juliet)

(Also, Belle and Yuu totally fangirl about Shakespeare together while Adam and Leona just give them looks of affection the whole time)

I can imagine that Yuu would write fanfiction (Rook and Lilia do as well) and she can either go completely fluffy and filled with the most heart-warming declarations of tender and warm love that makes you feel so elated it’s like you’re in heaven or angst that is so soul crushing that it feels like you got punched in the gut and all you want to do is hide under the covers and cry until your eyes sting.

The book club is impressed. Belle is her most loyal and devoted fan and wonders how someone so emotionally intelligent fails to see the many many suitors who are madly in love with her.

Oh my god, Gaston! I love the fact that HoM!Gaston is basically the opposite of Hercules. The only way you’d get him to read something is to draw something on it since like Alice he believes that a book is boring/impossible to read if it has no pictures (honestly, I think that realisation is what makes Alice start to think that maybe having no pictures is not a bad thing).

The villains decide to give her writing a try considering that they claimed her as one of them first (no, you literally didn’t. The sensational six/heroes were her friends first) (they’d argue that since she goes to a villain school she’s an honorary villain) (someone stop them before another custody battle starts).

I would give anything to see Chernobog or The Horned King be all like ‘this is child’s play’ and then you find them catatonic as they sit at their tables completely silent.

Maleficent is so proud of her. She always knew that she’d make an exceptional granddaughter-in-law.

Daisy: You sure you can handle it, Hades? This is pretty heavy stuff.

Hades: I’m the Lord of the Underworld, babes. God of the dead? Ring any bells? I’ve met the souls and read the records of the worst of the worst. This little piece of paper is nothing.

*one hour later*

Pain and Panic: *enter Hades’ office after he locked himself in there and find him cuddling Cerberus, his shoulders visibly shaking* Uhh, boss? You okay there?

Hades: *voice thick and cracking with emotion and it’s clear that he’s been crying* GET OUT *throws a spare box of tissues at them*

#house of mouse au #asks #twisted wonderland #twst #twst yuu #fem yuu

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jewbeloved · 1 year

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hihihi!! could i maybe get some hc's of the main four + craig x a reader who's really affectionate and into pda's and writes them little love songs and poetry as a way to show love?? tyyy <3

Team Stan + Craig with a s/o who's into PDA and affection💖💑💒💒

Fun fact: I had to rewrite this whole entire scenario for the boys and Craig at the same time because apparently Tumblr didn't save my changes I made so I had to rewrite the WHOLE thing, smh. I hate it when we spend a while or hours writing our prompts only for them to not save at all. The worst part of all is that I don't even remarkably remember the stuff that I had written last time before it got deleted.😭

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💚💙 The Main Four 🧡❤️

If there was one simple person in this little quiet mountain town that was able to make these 4 boys blush, it would be you.

Gosh darn it why do you have to be so damn cute?! You're killing these poor boys by making them have a cuteness overload 🥴😭

Your love songs and prompts....you would be seeing them listening to the songs and reading your prompts for hours and hours. Especially whenever they're in a bad mood or something.

When you gave them affection right in public, whoever knew that Eric Cartman himself would be blushing and embarrassed at the same time! Wow!

Oooo......You just wait until you and the boys are in private, they're gonna drown you in kisses and cuddles as payback >:c

It's 4 against 1, you can't escape THEIR affection with you 😈

Well....you got yourself into this mess 😗 so you kinda should've expected this.

This doesn't mean that they didn't like any of the affection, love songs, and poems you give to them at all. They love it!

Consider this as a playful way of them getting you back with affection and love🥰💚❤️🧡💙

💙 Craig Tucker 🐹

Craig really doesn't mind if you want to give him public affection.

If anybody looks he will flip them off, why are they looking at you giving him affection when they should be minding their own damn business.

You could literally give him a kiss, hug him, or any physical touch at all and still have no problems.

But sometimes he may seem like he is bothered by it considering he isn't exactly fully used to somebody giving him public affection.

Craig will not give 2 fucks if his friends tease him for it, he's returning the affection back to you after you gave him it.

Secretly saves your love songs you send to him on a radio or something that he can use to listen to them all day long, he does the same thing with your poems as well.💙💙💙💙💙

I'm having the urge to write an entire south park reader-insert with the movie bigger, longer, and uncut. Or the newest episode called 'Cupid Ye'.

I might make this into a poll decision. Later.

#south park x reader #south park #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh x reader #eric cartman x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #craig tucker x reader #craig tucker #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #southpark blog #southpark sp #sp x reader #x reader #southpark x y/n #southpark scenarios #southpark headcanons

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vvvvivi567890 · 3 months

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Chinese LeoKlein & KleinLeo Fic Recs

(Last Updated: Apr. 11. 2024)

I was gonna put this in a huge post but apparently theres a limit to the number of links you can have in a post here you go

One Shots:

How to Act as a Midnight Poet by star-farming

Deacon Mitchell has a Crush by cherishqiao

Mr. Star is so Scary! by yuzhanbiluo

Can Stalking Be Considered a Chance Encounter? by huankonglongying

Incident of Image Collapse of Poet Classmate by wokeyicaiddanwocpbixutietie

Tingen, Klein trades his sexuality for money

My Former Colleague is Now My Summoning Spirit by fengju840

I Recognize Your Breath When We Kiss by woodyo

Pallez Wants to Change Parasite by gulyer

Leonard, Are You in Love? by burklend160

Looking at the Mountains and Missing Them by smallskywww

Post-book 1, when Klein is sleeping

Leonard Just Wants to Fall in Love by smallskywww

Tingen, s8 Leonard x s8 Klein

Klein Wants Leonard to Learn to Say No by cielianx

But Parents on Both Sides Can't Stand It Anymore by 2014today

Possession Beyond the Line by ws40423

All chapters of the series are integrated into the final chapter linked above (i spent hours trying to find the previous ones on their account and then pondering if it was deleted before just reading it and realizing that its all in one post hahahaha ha ha...)

Family Banquet by beijishouweizhe

AU where there weren't any casualties during the Megose incident; Melissa is worried about Klein coming home late and tired so Klein lies and says he's seeing someone

To Klein Who Will Eventually Wake Up by genkimori

After Klein wakes up, he follows Leonard's letters to regain his humanity

The Pros and Cons of Fate by beijishouweizhe

Leonard's Bucket List by beijishouweizhe

A Secret by xinjinjumin741787426675

Tingen; Klein moves in with Leonard after joining the nighthawks so Leonard can monitor him

Encounter on a Narrow Road by zhujianqingjiu

If Gehrman’s vest had not been taken off

A Sincere Confession by zhujianqingjiu

Gehrman gets caught by the Red Gloves after infiltrating Chanis Gate

You Must Kill the Opponent 100 Times by annlova

That Deacon is Paid to Fish by ailikesitudou

Although a certain senior deacon is sitting at his desk seriously, seemingly immersed in writing a report, in fact he is just writing a love poem

Complete:

The Goddess Suddenly Doesn't Want to Let Cats Go Anymore by kapuayi: 1, 2, 3, 4 (END)

Before Klein is promoted to s5, red gloves catch Gehrman

Klein Became a Spirit?; Gehrman Abducted Back to the Church (END) by qinglinyanyu

Delusion; A Cup Sweet Ice Tea Just For You (END) by genkimori

A World Without Leonard by cherishqiao: 1, 2, 3 (END)

Double Crisis by zhujianqingjiu: 1, 2, 3 (END)

Leonard thinks that Klein is in an abusive relationship with Dwayne

Incomplete:

Take Your Tears to Gently Embrace Those Colors by hanpeiwen: 1 (Last Updated: Jul. 04. 2020)

When you fall in love with someone, you will see colors

A Kind-Hearted Adventurer Passing By by bethel614882: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 (Last Updated: Jan. 14. 2024)

Will Former Colleague Red Glove Dream of the Crazy Adventurer of the Five Seas by zhuomeng518: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Last Updated: Sep. 09. 2023)

Body swap with Leonard and Gehrman

Benson's Troubles by bingjingming: 1, 2, (Last Updated: Mar. 10. 2024)

Is There Anything Wrong With the Lover I Thought Was an Ordinary Person but Turned Out to Be a Extraordinary Person? by kuailedantuiren: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (Last Updated: Oct 25. 2020)

The Cat Caught Naked Behind Chanis Gate by lossdragonluosi: 1 (Last Updated: Feb. 15. 2024)

It's a Secret by heilangbushilang: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 (Last Updated: Jan. 11. 2024)

Before Dawn by renaissance92629: 1, (Last Updated: Mar. 20. 2024)

After facing numerous attacks as Gehrman because of a bounty on him, Klein looks for a place to stay until things calm down and accidentally moves in with Leonard

Brother, We are a Bit Ambiguous by xinjinjumin4545033: 1, (Last Updated: Mar. 21. 2024)

Does Mr. Red Glove Keep Cats in Captivity? by xinjinjumin4545033: Preface, 1, (Last Updated: Feb. 29. 2024)

Gehrman gains the weakness of fearing lies from death knell, loses his disguise, and gets caught by Leonard

#lotm #lord of the mysteries #leoklein #诡秘之主 #fic recs

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fantodsdhrit · 1 year

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midwinter acacias drown inside me you say please bury yourself

in the snow

as poets salivate after [your] beauty on a leash with lines from gimmicky

postcolonial love poems

oblivious

to their firmaments

within:

delete my words all you [want] but you won't be able to decimate that

stinging temptation

that makes you pull

the strings of your dreamhouse abyss: you recoil because you crave control

absolute control

if someone comes

you retreat to your lavish hut: in your abode aching to be held by someone

telling yourself:

we all hide behind screens and touch ourselves when [we] push others away

lonely mirrors

after all

like stale gunpowder

passion is dour when you can't fathom your inside: rattles like the last sip from

salt water yearning:

i finish pages

but no one

bothers to read them: least of all you why do i recall your [gaze] at midnight

when the ceiling pastes

your voice onto

everything literally

everything

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sydney-the-faithful · 4 months

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Welcome to my blog!

Hello! I'm Sydney, it's a pleasure to meet you :) I started this account mainly to scroll & look around, but it seems to have been passed around school as a "good way to contact me"? Um. With my busy schedule, I don't post as much as I'd like to, but feel free to send a message!

I'm a library assistant & spend most of my time out-of-school either at the temple, or helping my father with his shop. When I'm able to find free time, I like to hear people discuss books and share aesthetic photo posts on here :) It isn't often, but it's a joy nonetheless. You know what they say, "There's no rest for the pious!" ^^

P.S.: (Because I've been getting asks about it...) Please, don't send me messages complaining about your books being overdue. You know the rules, there's really nothing I can do about it unless you want to get the headmaster involved.

Thanks!

Main Tags for Organization: #sydney_speaks — All of my thoughts in one place! ((1st person POV. In-character responses. Sydney replies/makes the posts.)

#sydney_scenarios — ((3rd person POV. Allows scenarios, highlights in-person rp scenes instead of having Sydney solely communicate through Tumblr. Also, gives a more in-depth view of their thoughts/feelings/actions.))

#personal — About me! Deeper, more interpersonal thoughts & feelings.

#recommended to me — Books, poems, songs & other pieces of media that I've been requested to check out :)

#library inquiries — For those too shy to talk to me in person, I suppose.

#+love — ((+Lust?)) Posts that I find endearing <3

#+corruption — A stockpile of suggestive posts that are sorted for later to be discussed in the confessional. ...Or ignored entirely. #destructive confessions — Categorizes my more... depraved anons? Mostly those who want to be harmed/harm me.

#((ooc)) — ((out of character. Thoughts, ramblings, & account updates from yours truly!))

More out-of-character info under the cut! Please read!

This is a roleplay blog run by @macabrecravings! The character I write for is Sydney the Faithful from Degrees of Lewdity. Please DNI if you are under 18!

Mainly, I run this blog as masc Sydney but absolutely feel free to refer to them as any gender w/ any body parts. Doesn't matter much to me, I'm just here to have a silly time writing for them!

Starting off, I intend to portray faithful Sydney, if y'all end up corrupting them that would be really fun to see :P

You can roleplay in any style! Whether that be plainly asking them questions to answer, sending in full fledged scenarios/traditonal roleplay, etc. I'll gladly take them all and reply as best I can!

Some responses may be ooc, but I'll try my best! This is just a random blog anyway, don't take it too seriously. Not trying to overwrite canon here, LOL.

If I'm uncomfortable with a certain ask, I'll most likely just delete or ignore it! So, be free! Send whatever! You'll never know unless you try :D

*OC/In character interactions are open and encouraged!!

(Last edited: April 3th, 2024.)

#sydney_speaks #sydney_scenarios #personal #recommended to me #library inquiries #+love #+corruption #destructive confessions #((ooc))

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icallhimjoey · 1 year

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A Whisper Away

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: A continuation of Like A Poem and A Lot Like Love where we dip into your November for a couple consecutive years and see how you’re getting on with the bookstore, Joe’s career and… other changes.

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, angsty, I strongly advise you to read the previous bookstore fics before diving into this one!

Author’s note: an amazing request from @darthvontrapp inspired this “third season” in the bookstore - im LOVING your feedback on it so far, keep it coming!

Wordcount: 3.5K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

“You can never let him know that I’m letting you listen to this,” you said to your mother. You were both sat on your sofa, and she just smiled at you as she sipped her tea.

“No, mum. I’m serious. He’ll actually murder me.” you were serious, but your eyes were comically big and the sight of you gave your mum a hard time not cracking up.

You pressed play on the voicemail Joe had left you about 18 hours earlier, in the middle of the previous night.

“Hey, it’s me... Joe,”

It had been 17 hours and 50 minutes since you’d first listened to it. Three o’clock in the morning. For some reason, the ringing of your phone hadn’t awoken you, but the text message you received straight after, alerting you of a new voicemail message, had shocked you from your sleep.

You saw Joe’d called you, and it took you a second to fully understand the situation. Panic took over; maybe something was wrong with Alfie.

But, would he not just have called a couple of times if that had been the case? You eyed the time and the date on your phone, and groaned a little.

Then you received another text. From Joe this time.

“please delete that, sorry x”

Still in bed, half asleep, head pressed firmly into your pillow, you decided you would listen to the message straight away, ignoring Joe’s request entirely. You loved being pocket-dialed and eavesdropping in on conversations. Receiving a voicemail you were then asked not to listen to? An impossible task.

“Hey, it’s me... Joe,”

The fact that Joe thought he needed to clarify that it was him by mentioning his name felt so stupid, it was almost insulting.

“I know I’m calling at an awful hour, I thought maybe you’d be awake anyway, but I guess not,”

Joe’s voice was deep and sleepy, and you could hear that he was trying to stay as quiet as he could. He left long pauses in his speech and dragged out words like he wasn’t really sure of what he was going to say next, and you wondered what had prompted him to call you at three o’clock in the morning. You hadn’t spoken about anything other than the necessary information about Alfie whenever he’d pick him up, or you’d drop him off. You hadn’t talked to each other in ages, especially not since deciding that perhaps, taking a break from each other would be the best thing for you.

“That’s good,”

You’d tried. For months, you had really tried. You’d gone to view some houses with Joe, because he really wanted you to move out of the apartment. You’d visited Joe three times on set in the United States, opting not to join him for the full duration of it, but be there at the start, somewhere in the middle, and near the end of filming. In between you had FaceTimed lots, but you’d felt Joe slip away from you. All you’d talk about was Alfie, and your chats became more formal, just exchanging what needed exchanging. You’d decided Mondays the bookstore wouldn’t open, and Sundays, you’d close early. Sometimes you’d even open late on Tuesdays.

You had tried. You’d really, really tried.

But you'd been raised on books. Books that always had the time for you. Books that never made you wait for them. Books that would give you quiet time and space away from them for hours if you needed them to, only to be right there, ready and willing when you wanted to pick them up again. Books that wouldn't assume. Books that didn't fill blanks themselves, that didn't go behind your back to fix things, to make things worse in the process.

Books that you loved so dearly, that had seemingly been the solid foundation of your relationship, but now seemed to have its pages torn - it's last few chapters ripped out and missing.

“I mean, it’s good that you’re not awake. Dad said that you’d been having trouble sleeping- not that we, we don’t... he doesn’t tell me the things you two talk about. I ask, but... you know what he’s like,”

There were days where Joe wouldn’t be able to pick Alfie up, and Joe’s dad would stop by to take him off your hands. He’d always make time to ask you how you were; how you were feeling, how you were coping. At first, you’d never reveal much, but as time passed, he’d know how to get small bits of information out of you. He’d commented on how you looked tired the other day, and you’d said you hadn’t been sleeping very well. You knew it was mostly the time of year that got under your skin, and Joe’s dad had suggested for you to maybe talk to Joe about Alfie’s days. Maybe you could arrange for Alfie to be at Joe’s a bit more in these months. “Yea, maybe,” you’d just nodded and smiled, knowing that you couldn’t, but that his dad was only trying to help. You missed Alfie enough as it was when he’d have his days at Joe’s.

“Today Alfie had a rough day. He kept wanting things and even if I gave them, it just, wouldn’t be right... at one point he just sat in the corner beside the sofa, hidden in the curtains for a while and when I went to check on him after a bit, he was reading! Can you believe that? He had his book, the one with all the animals in, and had it open in his lap like he was actually reading it!”

Joe just... talked. He talked. You had a hard time coming around to the fact that he had called you, just to talk. On this day. At this time. You imagined him in bed, phone pressed to his ear in the dark, with the urge to just... talk to you, and then just taking the plunge, picking up the phone before he could’ve changed his mind. You felt emotion shoot up your throat as Joe recounted his day with Alfie.

“Of course, I didn’t disturb him... I know the rules,”

You could hear Joe’s smile through the phone and you chuckled through a loud sob that surprised you, hot tears sinking into your pillow. Joe was silent for a bit, and you wished you could’ve seen his face to guess his train of thought.

“I just... God, I was really hoping to catch you. I don’t know what it is... maybe it's the time of year? But I can’t seem to get you out of my mind, none of it is getting any easier... I miss you. My friends said it would get easier, but I still miss you,”

Joe missed you. You knew in that moment that you’d be listening to this message again a million more times, just to hear him say that over and over again. He missed you. And you missed Joe too, but you couldn't help but only miss a very specific version of him. One that he didn't seem to have any of left within him now.

“Remember when we found out we were having Alfie? I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my life, I just... I couldn’t stop thinking of all the things that could go wrong, you know? But the way you... you just...”

You allowed yourself to reminisce along with him. Joe had made offhand comments about having children someday a couple of times, so you knew that he’d definitely wanted them at some point. You just hadn’t expected for it to happen so soon. You’d been on antibiotics for a bladder infection and had forgotten that sometimes, antibiotics render contraception useless. At least, that’s what you heard could happen, so that’s what you thought must have happened. The two of you’d had to make quick decisions. Were you going to do this? Yes, you both wanted to. Even with Joe’s career? Yes, you’d figure it out, you’d been so sure of it. Would Joe move into the apartment above the store with you? Yes, he already practically lived there anyway. Joe’s flatmate could easily rack up the rent for the flat himself and was happy he’d get more space in return. Joe’s old bedroom had been converted into an office, and the small office they’d shared before, had become storage.

Joe’d been lucky that his flatmate had immediately opened his doors for him when he asked if he could move back in. Joe’d said it would probably be temporary, but now, the office had become his full bedroom again, and the storage room was now Alfie’s.

“You’re one of the strongest people I know. I don’t think I realised it then... witnessing you giving birth, however, Jesus... I don’t- have I ever told you this? It took so long, but the way you powered through the whole thing, one of the nurses afterwards told me how impressed she was because she’d seen other ladies give up having not gone through half of what you had to deal with, and you looked like you could’ve easily gone eight more hours if you had to. You were... I don’t know, chipper? Just, so animated, they all loved you. You were cracking jokes all the way up until you fell asleep afterwards... I couldn’t laugh at a single one of them, I was so sick with nerves...”

You honestly didn’t remember much from your labour, just that it took ages. You didn’t remember the things your mother kept telling you for encouragement. You didn’t remember Joe’s terrified, worried, ashen complexion. Apparently he’d been clammy the whole time, wiping sweat from your face just as much as from his own. You didn’t remember the nurses laughing at jokes you were making, and you didn’t remember much of the pain either.

You did remember the first sounds Alfie made. And you did remember Joe’s proud tears as he looked at you with Alfie pressed against your chest. You also remembered how you had felt after giving birth - the euphoria of that moment was something you wish you could’ve bottled up for future use, because oh my God, that had been different from anything else you’d ever experienced before. You honestly thought another pregnancy would be worth considering just for that feeling.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know where this is coming from... I should probably hang up, I’ll see you tomorrow when I drop off Alfie after nursery,”

Joe seemed suddenly embarrassed. Like he all of the sudden had realised what he was doing. You wondered if maybe he’d been drinking and was now slowly sobering up. But he didn’t hang up the phone. He let another silence linger and you wondered how much longer until voicemail would cut him off.

“Do you know how much I love you? I know I’m probably not meant to say, but I... I love you. A lot. I just need you to know that.”

Hearing Joe say those words made you think back to the last time he’d said them to you. It was during the saddest fight you’d ever had with him. It’s when ultimately you’d said that you thought maybe you couldn’t do this with Joe. That maybe being with Joe Quinn wasn’t written in the stars for you, because you found it more and more difficult as Joe’s fame grew. Joe’d sarcastically agreed, furiously so, shouting things like, “Of course you can’t fucking do this with me, what, with all the trouble it’s giving you,”, insinuating that whatever issues you were having with it weren't real. Like the thing you'd been scared of from the start wasn't still looming over you so threateningly. Joe had tried to make being with him sound all sorts of simple, and you knew even then that it wouldn't be, so you'd pretend. You'd pretend it was simple, until you couldn't anymore. When you had proposed to take an actual break from each other for a little while, Joe had broken down completely. His anger had immediately shifted into sad desperation, and you didn’t remember how long you’d held Joe as he’d violently sobbed and kept repeating that he loved you.

“I miss you... I can’t look at Alfie without missing you. He gave me a look today that was just- it was exactly your face. The nose scrunch you do, the eye roll. He rolled his eyes at me! This kid, I swear to God... Although, he might’ve gotten the eye roll from Anne, I’m not sure...”

You laughed through your tears as you listened.

“I hope you have an alright day, don’t let this message ruin it. I’m sorry if it does.”

It sounded like Joe was rounding of his phone call for the second time, but once again, he let a silence fall before carrying on.

“Can I... just, I need to... do you miss me? I’m never sure if... like, do I move on now? I’m not sure how I could, but is that... is that what’s happening right now? Are we just postponing breaking up for real? Because I don’t know how much longer I can be on this break,”

You swung legs over the edge of your bed, and looked around the dark room, focussing on what you thought might be clothing items you could quickly grab to put on.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that... shit, what am I doing? Sorry, you’re better off deleting this message all together. I... I’ll text you to delete it, sorry, I’ll see you tomorrow,”

You didn’t waste any time. You hadn’t even fully registered the last couple of things Joe’d said because you were busy, jumping into a pair of jeans and scanning the room to see if you left your shoes in there somewhere. With your shoelaces still undone, you grabbed your coat from its hook, found your keys on the side and scurried your way down the stairs.

You didn’t want to ring Joe’s doorbell, knowing the godawful sound it would echo throughout the apartment. You didn’t need to wake up Alfie, you just needed to see Joe. But it was raining, and you were cold, and Joe wasn’t answering his phone, so you had no other choice. When the door buzzed open, you raced inside, giving for the stairs, taking two at a time, leaving a wet trail from the front door of the building all the way to the front door of Joe's flat.

When you rounded the corner, you could see Joe waiting for you in his doorway, squinty eyes, confused and frowning as you pulled into his focus. You were rushing, and when you opened your arms in your last few steps, Joe braced for impact and caught you. You lips crashed onto his as you legs curled around his back. Joe had no other choice but to kiss you back. You hadn't kissed each other in weeks and you were desperate for his mouth. And from the way Joe so readily accepted all of your bodyweight as you'd practically jumped him, drenched from the rain, you knew he must have felt the same.

"Do I miss you?" your tone was accusing as you spoke into his mouth, grasping onto his shoulders tighter. "Are you fucking serious?" the cold rain had left you freezing. You really felt how cold you were when held up and pressed tightly against Joe's warm body, and you shivered into your kiss.

"You listened to the voicemail," Joe took a few steps into the flat with you in his arms and turned to use his hip to shut the door behind you, lips only leaving yours to whisper.

"Of course I did, you idiot," you whisper yelled at him, very aware that you were in a flat with two sleeping people and you leant back from your kiss to look at his face.

"You're soaked," Joe whispered, scanning you over like he hadn't seen or felt it yet. Joe looked like the Joe you'd fallen in love with years ago. Hair fluffy, face scruffy, his T-shirt loosely hung on his frame. You, on the other hand, looked like you'd taken a cold shower with your clothes on.

"It's raining," you let your feet find the floor, but Joe was quick to pull you back into another kiss, his hands on your cheeks, nose nudging around yours slowly and you couldn't help but melt into it.

"I shouldn't have called," Joe started slowly pushing you backwards, manouvering you to his bedroom, his tongue finding yours to play with.

"You shouldn't have called," you lied, and let Joe guide you down the hallway until he closed his bedroom door behind the two of you.

"And then what?" your mother asked, and if she hadn't been holding a hot mug of tea, you'd have smacked her with one of your sofa cushions. Like you were going to go into detail with her - absolutely not.

"What do you mean, and then what?" your reddened cheeks surely gave away what had happened next, and your mother knew, but that didn't mean she didn't get to make fun of it a little.

"Well, why isn't he here?" your mother gestured around the apartment.

"Because... I don't know, we're still on a break?" you shrugged. It didn't make sense, but you guessed that you kind of were, still. One night together hadn't effectively fixed anything, but it had opened a door you thought maybe you wouldn't be able to open anymore.

The next morning you'd showered at Joe's flat, had a very awkward interaction with Joe's flatmate before taking a very surprised Alfie over to nursery with Joe. You'd strolled hand in hand for a minute, the sleeves of your coat still wet and cold to the touch, but Joe hadn't let go until he had to because you'd arrived. You'd then parted ways, and as you'd turned around, Joe'd squeezed your bum and he'd given you a naughty smile when you'd silently scolded him for doing so in public. Then, you'd walked back to the store, and found Anne there, getting the store ready to open at 10.

At 11, the door to the store had opened and to your surprise, Joe had wandered in. You'd been up high on a ladder when you saw him enter, and your heart stopped for a second when you saw Anne look at him from behind the counter. You half expected him to be there to talk. But then, Joe had politely said hi to Anne and had given her a tight lipped smile, like he wasn't Joe, but instead a regular, old, bookstore customer. You watched him from above as he let his eyes wander some shelves before picking up a book, taking off his coat and sitting down in an armchair. His armchair.

Anne had looked up at you and frowned as if to say, what the fuck is he doing. You frowned back, just as confused as she was, shaking your head a little as if to say, I don't fucking know, but you couldn't help having to hide a smile, pursing your lips in a poor attempt.

"He came into the store to read," you said to your mother, as if that explained anything at all. "Spent over two hours sat in one of the armchairs, like he used to. When I made him a cup of coffee, he said thank you like we were strangers flirting with each other, it was so stupid," you grinned.

Your mother eyed you for a second before inhaling sharply. "Sometimes I forget how much you resemble him," she smiled as she leant forward to place her mug on your coffee table. You knew who she was talking about. You grandfather was the reason she'd come over in the first place, because she thought you'd probably have had a rough day. Instead, you'd surprised her with bright eyes and with elated body language when you had let her in.

"I do?" you were instantly curious.

"Oh God, are you joking? All of the issues you and Joe seem to be having, it's like I'm 6 and listening to my own parents bicker over the dinner table," your mother shook her head as she laughed, and you could see her eyes gloss over slightly as she seemed to sink into her memories.

"Did they... were they okay? In the end?" you asked carefully after a short silence, watching your mother's face as she nodded whilst staring into space. "Oh yea, they figured it out - it was easy, once they did,"

"How did they do it?"

Your mother then turned to look at you and was met by her daughter, staring at her with big eyes, filled with big emotions. She gave you a reassuring smile.

"The books. It was always the books."

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scurvgirl · 6 months

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I was tagged by @energievie and @callivich to answer some fun Gallavich questions!

What’s a fic you’ve read more than once?

There's A Class for This by @sam-loves-seb. It is just so soft and normal and intimate and it just...it hits all the things for me. I love it so much.

What’s a gifset you always have to reblog?

A few scenes - the club kiss and the van kiss are definitely ones I will always want to reblog because they are just so so good. I also love the "you're so sensitive" deleted scene kiss.

What’s a headcanon you can’t stop thinking about?

Mickey exploring his wardrobe options and fashion sense. He clearly has an eye and a feel for it and I think it is something he would enjoy exploring years down the road when he's more comfortable in his identity.

What’s a fanart you love looking at?

All of them, but in particular I really really enjoyed seeing all of the AUgust dress-ups by @suzy-queued, those were so fun, I love them.

What’s an idea you’d love to create if you had the time/inspiration?

I want to write that fashion designer! Mickey AU so bad. I have lots of thoughts that are very scattered and disorganized.

What’s something you’ve discovered since entering this fandom? A new trope you love? A different analysis of the show? Something else?

My opinion on Debbie definitely changed following some analyses here on tumblr. I think I related to Fiona a lot and saw Debbie through Fiona's perspective and that really negatively colored my perspective. I will say that my ire has turned towards the writers, and writers for shows like this in general tbh, for honestly doing a shit job of portraying a sister relationship, even one as parentified as this.

What’s an underrated trope or concept you’d like to see more of?

I'm not sure!

What’s your favourite season? And has this changed after multiple rewatches of the show?

It switches between season 3 and 4...though I do like season 2.

What’s a plot hole you wish had been answered or resolved?

The cartel???? They after Mickey or not???

What scene or moment do you feel isn’t discussed enough?

In the show or in fandom because those are two separate answers. In the show? We all know that one. In fandom...hm. I've seen so many good analyses, let's see. Oh, this is going to ruffle some feathers but Ian going to Trevor after losing a patient on the ambulance and how that paralleled him running to see Mickey, and how different it was at the same time. Mickey immediately softened his demeanor, immediately put himself in a potentially unsafe situation for himself to comfort Ian. Trevor was thinking of himself in that moment, not about Ian, and I think it really encapsulates the differences between the two relationships. (NOTE: I don't think Trevor was a good romantic fit for Ian, I think it would have worked better as a friendship!)

What line/dialogue/description from something else (a poem, a book, a tv show, a movie, or something else) do you feel describes Ian and Mickey’s relationship?

This song - particularly "I wanted more than you could give me, so certain for a 15-year-old, something 'bout you feels like caffeine, pure gold."

I also like this song for Mickey specifically - particularly "I was far to scared to hit him, but I would hit him in a heartbeat now, that's the thing with anger it begs to stick around // It makes you hurt the ones who love you, you hurt them like they're nothing."

What do you think is next for Ian and Mickey post-finale?

Directly post finale I want them to adopt a dog, I think it'd be good for both of them. It can go running with Ian. Snuggle with Mickey. Be in their Christmas cards that Ian INSISTS they get now. For kids...I go back and forth on this, honestly. I think it would depend if Mickey was serious about putting the work into his anger and identity issues. I don't think they should or would rush into parenthood at all, I mean, they're still really young in the finale - 25 and 27. All things going well, I could see them pursuing parenthood in their late 30s tbh.

Thank you for the tag! I am very tired and feeling kinda shy since I haven't been as active as previous - but if you want to do this, feel tagged by me!

#gallavich #thanks for the tag!#scurvysays

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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THIRST TIME WITH V

(Note: Didn't realize you took Thirst submissions because I am a chronic MOBLE user and have yet to see all of your info pages. Forgive me if this is not what you meant by "Thirst". I'm just going off my current knowledge of tumblr lingo. Feel free to delete.)

18+ Content

Let's start with Kanroji cuz she has been on my mind a lot lately.

Some random relationship HCs before I get into my feelings

You can not tell me this precious girl isn't going to worship your every breath. And she deserves the same appreciation.

Total "Love you like i'm going to lose you" vibes.

IF you have a praise kink in any capacity then she is a good match. Tell her how adorable she is everyday and she will instantly turn red and tell you that you are cuter.

Is afraid she will smother you to death if you ask her to sit on your face. (Thicc thighs end lives, and I'm looking to die)

Many sweet good night pecks on the cheek, nose, and eyelids. *noises of smooching, noises of smooching, these are the noises of smooching*

One of those girlfirends that cares more about snacks than sex. (And I'm here for it)

Clearly has bottom energy, but prefers to be the big spoon.

Bath house & HotSprings dates or couples massage dates!

Gets really insecure if you don't ever hold her hand when walking.Those kinds of casual intimacies are very important to her. Though she will understand if you don't like participating while in public.

k so... I am so in love with her. Like SIMP levels. In a sensual platonic way mostly. She is so fucking sweet and enchanting. I'm not much of a romantic but I would do my best to make sure her romantic side is cared for in every way if she were mine. I want her to be my best friend and partner in crime too. Like, just let me braid her hair and tell her how beautiful her heart is while we watch stupid rom coms. I don't even like rom coms, but I know she will. And if she is in the mood to let me pick (which lets be honest she is the type of person that will offer the other person picks because she doesn't want to risk picking something they don't like) we can watch a cute slice of life anime and cuddle on the couch. I just want to talk about life, other partners, and Hashira drama with her. I want to bake with her and learn new recipies. I want to be a sweeter person in general when I think about her. And There is no hesitation in my will to buy her all the sakura mochi and dumplings she can eat either. I would rack up $30000 in credit card debt to please her.

She makes my heart expand in new ways every time I see her. And I no longer know how to handle those feelings.

Here is a quick KNY lofi edit to listen to while reading. <3

https://youtu.be/7EutdfvNkTo

Misturi Inspired playlist l really like <3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-juOCFa_3oc

ps: I just discovered the Rescue Ink biker gang and I have new goals in life now.

... months later (I read this when you first sent it 😁, but evidently took my sweet time actually answering it 💀) !! 🥳

I giggled so hard reading (and rereading) your random relationship headcanons. 🥺🥰 "these are the noises of smooching" 😂 and SNACKS 😋. In my snacks hcs, Mitsuri actually has a special lunchbox for you (that she keeps stocked w/ SNACKS). 😌 The overall softness I feel for this woman is softer than a squishy kitty, and lemme tell you how much I ADORE cats. 😻💖

The one and only one shot I've written for Mitsuri was essentially an ode (albeit, not a poem) to how generously and tenderly she deserves to be loved: hopeless romantic. 🫶🏽 HELL RAIN FIRE ON ANYONE UNWILLING TO HOLD HER BEAUTIFUL HAND. 😤 Ofc, if public discomfort is the issue, then compromises can be made, BUT OTHERWISE !! 😒😎

As for her thicc thighs ending lives... 🫠

18+NSFW below

"Are you sure?" Mitsuri hesitates, fingertips warm as they trace the curves of your collarbones.

"I'm sure," you huff, grip firm on her waist, licking your bottom lip, "Absolutely sure."

"But..." frowning now, "I'm-"

"You're what?" you interrupt, not unkindly, "Depriving me of your beautiful pussy?"

Her thighs clench at your forwardness, ass plush as she grinds lightly on your stomach, perched pretty and pouting atop your body.

Your tone softens, hands kneading slowly up her sides, carefully pulling her down till her tits press full and snug against your chest, her breaths melting sweetly into the crook of your neck, "Honey, you're not too heavy, nor are you going to hurt me."

"I get very invested," she admits, cheeks pink, nipples hardening as your embrace tightens.

"Good," you murmur, "I want you to be very invested," smirking, "I want you shaking and messy and noisy when you sit on my face," playfully smacking her ass, groan in your throat at its satisfying jiggle, her shy yelp following soon thereafter, "Can't wait to feel your gorgeous thighs suffocating me as I worship your beautiful pussy."

With a low whimper, Mitsuri allows you to coax her into position, giggling at how muffled you sound while guiding her, apologizing profusely when she accidentally knees your ear, squeaking loudly as you immediately swipe your tongue flat and languid across her folds.

Oh when you grab her ass, encouraging her to set her own rhythm.

Ah when you finally flick her clit, folds slick with spit, thighs quivering at the unexpected jolt of pleasure.

Shit when you keep your tongue out wet and steady, desire fuelling her movements as she begins chasing her orgasm, ignoring the dull ache in your jaw.

Fuck when you reach for her bouncing tits, nipples pinched, twisted, and tugged, eyes closed as pressure builds, thighs burning, desperate and frantic to Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop.

"Look at me, babygirl," almost inaudible as she moans eagerly, orgasm washing over her when she takes in the gleam of your stare, the heat of your tongue, nose glistening from her fervor.

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"Told you I get invested," she whispers roughly.

"Mhmf."

Oops as she rolls off of you, laughter bubbling as you inhale deeply, arm already wrapping around her.

"Where're you going?" you demand fondly.

"Huh?" she smiles easily — entirely unaware.

"I'm not done with you."

Oh?

"I haven't even made you whimper my name yet."

#mitsuri kanroji #kanroji mitsuri #mitsuri x reader #kanroji x reader #love hashira #thirst #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

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depressedstressedlemonzest · 6 months

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Tagged by @golden28s for these Gallavich questions!

What’s a fic you’ve read more than once? If He's The Moon I'm Eclipsed, The Only Road That I Have Ever Known,

What’s a gifset you always have to reblog? dock sluts, club kiss, and mickey coming out.

What’s a headcanon you can’t stop thinking about? Today it's how Ian would feel after Carl gets into Westpoint. How Ian and Mickey go to therapy, and how Uncle Mickey is the BEST uncle to Franny. How Mickey and Tami are bffs.

What’s a fanart you love looking at? Love Love LOOVE any by @mikhailoisbaby @suzy-queued @darthvaders-wife and @doodlevich

What’s an idea you’d love to create if you had the time/inspiration? a few AUs I've got written down. I'll probably do them eventually.

What’s something you’ve discovered since entering this fandom? A new trope you love? A different analysis of the show? Something else? The character analyses of Debbie, Fiona, and Svetlana from @m4ndysk4nkovich @l0st4l1fe and @svetlanayevgenivna have conglomerated together because they all made me look at the three of them, and their relationships within the show and how the fandom is regarding all three of them vs the men.

Discovered a lot of new friends who I just adore.

New trope I love... nothing I didn't like already, just more intense with Gallavich lol

What’s an underrated trope or concept you’d like to see more of? only one bed, that's one of my favorites because it's so silly but it's also realistic sometimes.

What’s your favourite season? And has this changed after multiple rewatches of the show? I want to say season 4 but I haven't rewatched it entirely recently to see if that's still accurate.

What’s a plot hole you wish had been answered or resolved? Ian being groomed and no one addressing it except Lip that one time.

I'm sure there's more but that's the one that's always at the forefront.

What scene or moment do you feel isn’t discussed enough? Mickey trying to get Mandy to leave Kenyatta. I got into a fight with someone because they were like "Mickey is a hypocrite, he let Kenyatta beat his sister and let his dad rape his sister and he's good to women?"

I don't think Mickey knew about Terry doing that to Mandy, and they shouldn't have deleted that scene where Mickey was grabbing the knife to defend Mandy with when Kenyatta was yelling at her.

What line/dialogue/description from something else (a poem, a book, a tv show, a movie, or something else) do you feel describes Ian and Mickey’s relationship? "I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once."

What do you think is next for Ian and Mickey post-finale?

therapy bitches

pets

kids

weekly gallagher milkovich family game nights once they all get closer together.

Dont know who hasn't done these so @ian-galagher @mikhailoisbaby @creepkinginc @witchboywitchboywitchboy

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How will chokedo fuck it this weekend?

get outwualified and outperformed by a rookie?

get track limits penalty?

get involved in a first lap incident?

all of the above?

obsessed w this poem actually

1. the composite word neologism of 'chokedo' places us firmly in the tradition of tongue-in-cheek, provocative poetry, typical of the 21st century

2. 'fuck it' instead of fuck it up is brilliantly ambiguous in its succintness. it's almost like the speaker is reaching towards the platonic ideal of 'fuck it up' but cant reach it, hand perpetually outstretched as they seek solidity in the epistemologic uncertainty of the future. theres also the implication of sexuality in it but so subtle its almost freudian

3. outwualified im not sure if its a typo or an ingenious way to bring back the bwoken meme but either way its SO fascinatingly tought-provoking. it hints at age regression, going backwards in time (reinforced by the mention of the 'rookie'), but is also more literally a tiny mistake in an otherwise correctly spelled word, possibly a physical representation of the image the author is trying to paint: a single mistake rendering a qualifying lap worthy of ridicule

4. we all know track limits result in your lap being deleted rather than a penalty, but i think so does the author - they just choose to lump them all in at once, foregoing the indefinite article 'a' on purpose, to express the desperation of the speaker in their ill-will wishing. they won't be satisfied with one misfortune, they want track limits - penalty - it all. the factual error also invites the reader to question the soundness of their argument more generally, implying that perhaps the speaker themselves is subconsciously aware of the unlikely nature of their wish

5. the fourth line is where the repetition of the word 'get' starts to become especially poignant. the rule of 3 has a long history of association with magic and curses, not least of all referencing macbeth's three witches. the wishes written out as questions, all employing the same repeated formula, start to almost feel like a chant, a spellcasting. the 'get' is also ambiguous in its grammatical displacement. not attached to a verb construction like 'will get' or a subject like 'will lando / he get', the word exists basically in semantic homelessness. it floats at the beginning of the lines in a tantalisingly incomplete lowercase, hinting at whatever is supposed to come before it but ultimately cannot come before it, because of the speakers underlying uncertainty that these things will even happen. or, read differently, the 'get' almost transforms into a vocative command, asking me, the reader, to 'get' it - to understand, to show compassion, empathy

6. 'first lap incident' is a wonderful little bit of intertextuality - it shows the speaker's awareness of past correspondence between myself and (i assume) them, where i pointed out that lando has never had any dnfs out of his own driver error. the remarkably neutral and blameless 'incident' reinforces the poem's tendency to contradict itself, portraying the speaker's conscious hate and subconscious admiration of the muse (lando) for his driver skill. the balance is so impressively delicate its almost seamless

7. all of the above is such a powerful ending to the poem - due to its strong association with exams and multiple choice forms, it seems to place the burden of proof and expectation of knowledge on the reader, absolving the speaker themselves of any responsibility. although the poem obviously uses the interrogative mode as its main medium, the 'all of the above?' at the end is pushes past the rhetorical and challenges the reader directly, seemingly the last and most important attempt to get the confrontational tone across

all in all i would say this poem is very reminiscent of chelsey minnis's brilliant 2007 collection of poetry 'bad bad', in which the speaker's disillusionment with the practice of poetry is positioned as an aggressive front to mask what is really unprocessed grief and love for her late mentor. there is definitely an undercurrent of that 2000s in-your-face defiant poetry in this text, which i think plays beautifully with the characteristically 2010s broken up loose lines. fortunately, despite the author being anonymous, we can date the poem pretty exactly to anywhere after the 2023 qatar gp and before the 2023 cota gp, and i would be quite comfortable to even make the conjunction that it was typed directly into my askbox. lastly, i would ask the anonymous poet to keep applying themselves to the craft, because they have a marvellously promising future in front of them

#lando #anon #ask #turns out eng lit degrees arent useless after all #this is time well spent i suppose #my magnum opus #lando norris #f1 #everyone witness my creation #mine #the lando hater

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