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#hello niche ass fandom#everything sucks!#everything sucks 2018#emaline addario#kate messner#kemaline#that’s them right?#Mcquaid my man
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Hello to audience of zero!
No idea how tumblr posts work but here goes anyways. I've been a big amrev history fan for years, but for some reason never joined any online spaces. I finally got tired of talking to myself and thought: why not check out the niche hyperfixation site for my niche hyperfixation? And sure enough there's a lot of you on here, and I'd really like to chat! My blog will probably be focused on Hamilton (I know, basic ass answer) both historical and musical, so reach out anytime. :)
Let me into your gates amrev fandom.
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Hi hey hello :) putting the cunt in my user today - the bear fandom rant below
Let me get my notecard.
OKAY SO. There is some fucking bitch going around on anon in TB fandom,
@/anon Here you are scaredy ass bitch ! Have you in 4K📸 I know you reading this 👋
This isn’t the only time. This scaredy ass anon bitch has telling multiple of some of the BIGGEST writers in TBF that they are “copying eachother” to likely just start drama, there is a very slim chance this person is not just a little bitch who doesn’t have the balls to put out their own fics - and is trying to stir the pot on this corner of the internet because they mad they aren’t sitting with the fucking ‘cool kids of the bear Carmy Berzatto fan fiction’ club’ via tumblr - LIKE😭🤣
that is genuinely how pathetic this person is we are literally in a tiny niche fandom and this fuckin JAGOFF. THATS RIGHT. BITCH. YOURE A JAGOFF ANON. COME OFF ANON AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN.
this jagoff is just trying to fucking ruin people’s days- KIDS at that yes legal adults but it’s really really funny how it’s rare for these 19 and 18 year olds you’re attacking JAGOFF are the only ones on this corner of the internet- most of us are 4-5 years older then that if not OLDER. You come for them bc you know they are dealing with shit TEENS FUCKING DEAL WITH so attack them to make them feel more fucking insecure then teenagers already are FUCK YOU someone should fucking spit on you bullying TEENS. You fucking loser.
But let me end my rant with a few last things
Firstly the only rule of fucking requesting from me or my moots for this matter because I don’t want them being accused of fucking COPYING people - is that you do not go asking someone else the same shit. Tweak it. But if you want to ask 10 people the exact same prompt? Leave me out of it because that’s not the kind of work I want to put out.
Second to the anon mentioned, you know exactly who the fuck you are going around calling people bitches in their ask box - if you don’t wanna face me fucking block me. I swear to god babe you don’t want to cross my path. One thing Carmen and I have in common is if I eeever find out who you are (I have eyes and ears everywhere in this fandom! Keep what you’re doing a secret for your own sake) because if I find out lmaooooo babe please. Please come off anon. I will give you a new insecurity that will be with you into your grave.
And third and fucking finally. Can we live? Can we FUCKING LIVVEEEE?! Clap if we should be able to live
Like really and genuinely. This is FAN FUCKING FICTION. unless someone is like quite actually fucking copy pasting word for god damn word OR the authors are openly saying that a specific persons work seems to be a copy of theirs and it bothers them- shut up? Why are you going around and defending people over such stupid shit. We come to tumblr to have fun and get away and write slutty fiction about a fucking Italian chef with anger issues what do you get out of bothering people here. Is your day THAT bad?!
Anyways. CapriCUNT out.
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amateur fanfic writer here; is it okay to write fics for ships that aren’t popular? Or friendships that aren’t popular? I want my work to be accepted, but I have this idea of a ship and I haven’t seen it around. I really wanna write it, but I don’t know. I figured you’d be good to ask since I’ve read a lot of your fics, and they’re really good.
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-albert
Hello friend!
You should absolutely write for whatever ship you feel passionate about!!! Our fandom is on the smaller-side, so I totally get feeling like there isn’t necessarily a lot of variation in fics and pairings since there are fewer of us writing, but honestly, that’s all the more reason to break new ground.
I might not be the best person to ask since I basically only write for Javid, which is one of the most popular newsies ships, but I’m confident that you’ll find an audience for your fics no matter how niche the relationship might seem.
For example, Finn (@agentsnickers) was the first person to publish a Davey/Race/Spot fic on ao3 and even though it’s still a very rare pairing, it’s one of my die hard FAVES! And I never would’ve thought about it if they hadn’t introduced me to the ship.
So, whole heartedly, I say go for it! Every ship needs a captain after all.
And if anyone’s an ass to you about it, tell them to kick rocks. Fanfic is supposed to be fun above all else, and as long as you enjoy what you’re writing, that’s all that matters
#*editor's note#*ask#I’m not the best at advice but I really hope this helps!!#and you should definitely send me a link to your story once it’s published so I can cheer you on#you got this!!!#sending you good vibes and strength 🌟✨
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HELLO I'M JAMIE!!!!!! You can also call me Norsk after my other fursona if you really want to. Ummmm she/they
I am an adult and a furry in college and I do art things (I usually tag it #le art tag). If you want to find me anywhere else you can search the username dagensgod :) I mean it won't be everywhere but 1/3 of the time it will work!!!!!!
Feel free to message me or send me asks about things, I love getting attention :)
Rn the open or closed status of my art commissions are in a limbo state since school is ass but you can message me if you want one if you want!!!! You just gotta wait a lil bit. I should be more able to work on things in a week when the semester ends
Below are my blogs and my sonas.
Blog Hub :D
@dagensgod: You're here! I call this my "furry blog" but it's really just a shit ton of reblogs of posts I find funny or neat. I reblog art I find cool and post it sometimes too!!!!!
@dogsnegad: This is my fandom blog. You can follow it if you want. Dont expect anything normal there cause I tend to fixate on very very specific and niche things. Love autism. also has art under #artsies :)
@gallinule: My bird/aesthetic blog!!!! I'm not too sure on what direction I'm gonna take this blog quite yet but you can check it out if you want.
Lastly: here are my 3 fursonas refs (current! might redesign in the future) if you want to draw them :)
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😡🫦😀 for the fic ask game!
hi hello sorry this is eons late um--
i really don't have a great reason to give on why except school + hyperfixation on Genshin so, uh--
i think this ask was from this ask game? idk but the emojis seem to line up so... yeah. better late than never ig. hahaha....
😡which fic did the characters control the most (like you wrote a whole ass plan AND THEY DECIDED TO FUCK IT UP)?
i'll be honest, there isn't a lot of cases where that happened? almost, if not all, of my fics tended to stay on the path i meant for them to go upon - although it may also have to do with the fact that i don't tend to plan that tediously out anyways hahaha
i think if i had to choose a fic, i would go with a thousand and one lifetimes. it was just meant to be only a few words each section, but then each section kept growing. and growing. and growing. and--
yeah, ig it can't be helped tho. i really, really love the platonic (and potential platonic!) relationships Aang could have with the rest of the cast in ATLA, not to mention that AUs are my bread and butter and i love love LOVE exploring established dynamics in a newfound setting.
🫦what is your biggest regret in one of your fics whether it be something you wish you didn't do, or you wish you did do?
i think one of the things i regret was writing bleeding out (with you to carry me home) in general, mostly because it just... it feels like gratituitous angst. it doesn't really have much of a purpose, other than to produce some kind of angst. maybe it was a fix i needed when i was writing it in the moment, but now, looking back... i just don't think it serves much more of a purpose beyond that.
with that being said, a specific regret i have is writing the platonic zukaang section in there. not because i don't like it or i don't want it there, it's that i feel that it's one of the only redeeming qualities of this fic. it's a pretty nice jewel of writing, and i think it deserves to be in a more... thought-provoking fic, ig? idk.
maybe i'm just being overly harsh to my past self, the same way most of us are to our past writing skills. it's not like i'm gonna delete the fic or anything either, i guess it's just me wondering what could've been.
😀which of your fics did you not think a lot people would like but they did?
hands down The Dishonored Blade. it was an incredibly niche fic that was written just for me, and considering it combined ATLA and League of Legends, i'm still surprised i got the amount of kudos i did.
i think a part of it could have been it was written and published during 2021, when the ATLA fandom craze was still happening and thus a lot of people from both fandoms were present at the time. especially when compared to its sequel The Darkened Path (which was written in 2023), i feel like i would have to attribute most of my kudos to the fandom craze.
either way, i'm still pleasantly surprised at the kudos count and even fans who commented on this piece! there was even a reader who was knowledgable about the League of Legends lore and asked to see a more fleshed out universe of this form. it really warms my heart knowing that even the most niche of fics will find its place somewhere... even if it's not where we initially thought.
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Hello! I hope it's okay to bother you here, cause I really just wanted to say thank you for all the reblogs on my fics. You have the best reactions/comments/tags. Cracks me up and makes me smile like an idiot every damn time. Really glad to have another Ran simp too, cause their following is criminally almost non-existent.
Anyway, thank you!!! 🖤🖤🖤
FIRST I want to apologize for, like, never responding. I see a notification and usually assume it’s a bot/spam. But sometimes I get a whim and open my activity/messages and see that it’s not a bot!
I saw this one quite a while ago, but couldn’t take the time to think about how I wanted to respond, then eventually it got left by the wayside as I’ve been swept up in completing some long-ass career training and starting my first Big Girl Job™️.
THAT BEING SAID I want to express how ridiculously grateful I am that you took time to express appreciation to me because excuse me?? You’re the creator here! And one putting out niche content, too! And you’re thanking me for consuming it?? Unreal. Unfathomable.
I know everyone enjoys fan content, but getting to read your works and interact with you has been the highlight at the end of some exhausting days for me especially.
ALSO I’m truly grateful to not be alone in the Ran Fan Club. Any fandom I’ve been a part of, I’ve always been drawn to the side characters with little screen time and next to no script and find that no one else sees what a catch they are. 😫 Lmao, I’ve recently recovered my dinosaur of a laptop from my family’s house, so I may be contributing to the Ran content soon 👀
Again, thank you for everything you give us fans to devour! I always look forward to every morsel you spare us regarding any of our beloved muses, much like a wanderer finding streams in a desert.
Or a moth bewitched by a flame because sometimes I think I’ve died after reading your works (in the best way possible).
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here they are, the rolling nerds saiouma blog concepts i said i made yesterday
Kokichi User: cunningCapper
Bio:
"|| Capper's the name, making you irate is my game || He/It/Freak || Moriarty Kinnie, Professional Bear-poker and Wasp-nest Batter, IRL Clown || Sorry I'm a Gemini, I just can't help it || I can speak French between your legs || Plagues on Humanity DNI || Ask my age again and I'll make you the reason Area 51 exists ||"
Inbox names:
Askbox - Asky Waskies UwU
Submissions - *has this shut off*
His pinned:
*his most infamous post* *idk what that would look like* *probably something cursed as fuck*
Blog Theme:
-Eyestrain hell
-Lots of red (cause i hc that's his favorite color)
-He spent money to get one of those PC blog themes that are nearly impossible to navigate
-His icon is probably some sorts of eyestrain jester/clown he drew
-Banner is a super cursed image he dug up from the depths of hell
Ko's Custom Tags:
Reblogs - #Refuck you in the ASS
Queue - #Queue Continuum
Debate - #Bear Caves and Wasp Nests
Not real opinion - #Buddy-buddy with Satan
Memes- #Clown to Clown commemeication
His Pets - #Munkustrap and The Tapeworms
Mutuals - #HORRIBLE BEASTS(affectionate)
IRL Friends - #Insane Clown Pussies
Boyfriend - #BoyToy Tales
Life updates - #The 'I am actually a real person' Tag
Asks - #A death threat probably
Anons - #The Council of Shades
Fanbases - #OwO a fandom wandom?
Fave Characters - #Skrungly Gulp Plinko my Blorbo
Kind of posts:
-The awful kind
-He likes playing devil's advocate so much he has a tag to notify people he doesn't actually believe what he's arguing
-The kind of tumblr user that fires the rent lowering shots
-Actually a very good debate account despite the insane chaos in his debate unrelated posts
-doesn't show his face- not for privacy reasons, but because he likes being seen as less of a human and more of an SCP
Shuichi User: pinetree-feathers
Bio:
"magpie told me i give off christmas season vibes"
Inbox names:
Askbox - mail
Submissions - share-a-thing
His pinned:
[hello!]
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>call me pine
>*age*
>he/him but i'll accept any
>half-hispanic japanese
>snakes <3
>ppl tell im mean/sassy, i don't know why
>this post is tagged with all my custom tags for easy access
>*his DNI, whatever that may look like*
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[don't mind me i'm just a debate kid looking for someone to have discussions with. feel free to start debates with me on posts, but i will stop responding if things don't remain civil, and will block you if you harass me or others on any of my posts]
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Blog Theme:
-Muted colors
-Favorite shade of yellow
-Either doesn't use a costume PC theme or has a really nice one
-Icon rotates between various pieces of fanart he found of his favorite characters.
-Banner is a cozy aesthetic picture
Shu's Custom Tags:
Reblog - #interacting
Debate - #debate corner
Memes - #senseble chuckes
Pets - #freeloaders
Friends and Mutuals - #mi amigos
Boyfriend - #mi amor magpie
Life Updates - #life story
Asks - #pine's mailbox
Art - #quill and ink
Selfies - #pine photos
Aesthetic posts - #scrapbook
various Interests - #my media catalog
Kind of posts:
-Chill and pleasant kind
-He likes to debate but also hates drama, so he only debates on stuff that isn't going to make him have to temporally turn asks off, this results in him sometimes getting into weird and niche debates
-Unlike Kokichi he doesn't try to rile people up, so his blog is really peaceful and has a ton of debate unrelated stuff on it that is fun to dig through
-He's posts selfies cause he feels much more confident online than he does irl. also he enjoys trying to maintain an aesthetic
it's also worth noting that while they both have tags to talk about each other as lovers and are openly mutuals who frequently debate together, neither have told anyone that they are boyfriends. so no one knows Capper's boyfriend he calls "The Boytoy" that he insisted is an emo deity is actually Pine, and no one knows Pine's beloved "Magpie" who he speaks so highly of is the shitshow king Capper
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Fandom Qs! S, P, A, R, K, and Y 😌
HA i see you
Fandom Questions
S: What’s a headcanon you have?
hmm let's see. a friend suggested this to me like, years ago and i'm still rather fond of it: garrus is deaf on one side and partially blind after he takes the rocket to the face, it's not just the heavy scarring. his visor was originally just a tactical visor, but it gets upgraded to also help correct his now much worse vision out of that eye :)
P: Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).
[bangs fists on table] DESOLAS MAFIA AU DESOLAS MAFIA AU
ahem. so for people who don't know our ocs, it's less inventing and more just tossing out this one i keep chewing on, but an au where, not terribly long after his parents' death, desolas says to hell with it and drops out of the military to help found a crime syndicate with marius, partially because he's in a Bad Place mentally and the military isn't helping, and partially because marius offers him something better and more stable for saren.
still need to work out. a lot of the details to make it viable for a fic but des becomes a mob boss, which fits his personality anyway; saren's probably an enforcer? he might still get picked up for the spectres just later in life; valis is a friends-to-enemies-to-lovers rival for des who remembers who he used to be and is determined to bring him in (and possibly ends up joining him instead? that'd probably be the plot, who ends up joining who, lmFAO), and nihlus isn't found for the spectres and goes back to terminus at the first opportunity and becomes a scary-ass merc who saren keeps coming across (second plot, maybe a spinoff maybe the same fic who knows lol)
A: Your current OTP.
answered here but also im tacking on garrus/citadel dlc turian lady aka vakarennis im down so bad for them garrus's interlude in itlog is gonna hURT ME
R: A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships.
listen as soon as i have a new rarepair i make it everybody else's problem. my whole brand is based around people coming for the kryterius and then falling in love with desabrudas. that said i'm still working on swaying people over to the vakarennis raft lmAO
K: How do you feel about the other people in your current fandom(s).
listen there's some fucking freaks here especially in the niche areas i tend to wind up in and i don't respect an awful lot of the so-called "big name fans", but that said i've found my cluster of sane cool people, and honestly it's gotten better with time. people are a lot better at critical thinking than they were when i first joined the fandom, lol.
Y: A fandom you’re in but have no ships from.
oh a fair amount really, but off the top of my head definitely control (remedy entertainment, 2019), i love it SO MUCH and it makes me go utterly feral but i don't really particularly care about shipping either way for it, lol. i jokingly greet emily with "hello lesbian" and "hello wife" when i go talk to her but i'm not really invested in them as a ship or anything.
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hi hello. he/him or they/ them pronouns are fine
don’t be an ass and you’re ok in my book.don’t be mean to me please:(
art blog is @wawawawawawawawhy follow if you want to. i don’t post on there very frequently tho
uhh i’m not /much/ of a fandomposter but when i do it’s usually just random anime i like or splatoon so ya (occasional niche fandom posting looking at my root double posts)
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Hello! I'm one of the people who made a request and I just wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have taken from granted that you write for everyone, haha- This... Is embarrasing- Don't worry at all and thank you for let us know how requests make you feel! Again, I'm so sorry if seeing so many requests made you stressed, I didn't mean to contribute to that uneasiness! If you are okay with sharing headcanons though, please let me know! I have a few in store that may be of your interest, hehe! Again, if you are not okay with that either it's also totally okay! Have a lovely day! 💘
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oh angel, thank you so much!!! but please, don't feel any need to apologise - you haven't done anything wrong, neither has anyone else!! i promise 🥰 i really, really appreciate that you spent the time to send in a request, and doubly so for being so kind and considerate and responding! i'm gonna get a little bit personal under the cut;;
honestly, don't worry yourself at all - this is totally a me problem. i reckon a lot of mentally ill fandom creatives can relate to this: trauma stuff i won't get into can manifest in compulsive people-pleasing, even in spaces that are supposed to be stress-relieving, like fandom! when i used to run that other blog, i would spend hours making content that i didn't really want to make. you end up creating because it makes others happy, so you feel useful, and as an apology for existing: like, a living tax. and that is not a healthy way to live 💖
one of the hardest things you learn in therapy is that you are ultimately in control of your own boundaries, and you don't have to reply to anything online. you don't have to answer an ask, or fill out a request, or participate in a prompt, or make a gift, or give your opinion on a specific topic...yet, it's still so tough to let go of the idea that you're being rude if you say no to a request. but it's never a personal slight! all of the asks in my ask box right now are full of so much love, and passion, and creativity, and i often wish i was one of those people who pumps out ten drabbles a day and can fulfil everyone's deepest, darkest fantasies. but i've been down that road, and it just...isn't for me 😅
i've spent years crafting what i think most will agree is a wholly self-indulgent space, where i get to gush about whatever weird-ass fictional show or character seizes the autism in the right way. that makes me really happy, and it makes me even happier knowing that other people are drawn to it 🥰 i really love interacting with people who have similarly strange interests - and i came in expecting 'Big' Jack Horner to be another niche choice (oh, how wrong i was 😂). i will admit the times where i've accidentally created content for a hugely popular character (looking at you, Warren the Eagle) i have become overwhelmed quickly by the sheer volume and demand.
however - this burnout it something i have to manage. i don't believe anyone is imposing on me by sending asks about something they really enjoy!! it's very silly of me to be intimidated by lots of people being excited about a cool, sexy character and wanting to hear my thoughts about him. i'm trying to remember that it's normal for people to have a backlog of requests, and that we're allowed to just...let it sit, or say no, if we don't want to answer. that's okay!
tldr; you are very sweet and you've made me feel a lot less stressed about all of this;;; it's my own fault for doing so much in such a short space of time! i'm gonna keep your words in mind and try responding at a more measured pace. i would absolutely love to hear about your Jack headcanons if you're happy to share 🥰💖
#news at ten: local villainfucker bites off more than they can chew by accidentally getting invested in a very popular character#i hope this helps explain why i might be a bit slow or refuse some requests 😭💖#starleskasks#mental health
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Hello,
Please feel free to ignore this ask because it may contain sensitive topic to some people. What's your opinion about trans James ? In most fanon works , both art and fics, it is Sirius who usually is headcanoned as one. I have not seen many works with trans James or him being gender fluid , etc . Do you think it is because the way his character is described in the books , which in all honesty is not much or is it because Sirius had been described as really handsome? It doesn't do anything with handsomeness, I know , but the fandom works strangely like that 🙊
well, hello there, friend! so sorry for getting to this so late.
so, my opinion on this is really just my usual for identity hcs--i personally dont care much for them. that's not to say they're bad (i've seen some beautifully done stuff) just that it hits too close to reality for my escapist ass.
i see where you're coming from with the sirius comparison, tho! i think partly it's also because sirius is just...more popular? james is a pretty niche character, i'd say, even within mwpp compared to the others, so just by virtue of numbers, trans james doesnt get so much attention.
(there's a part of me that also thinks its also bc so much of the queerness in fanfiction comes from. wanting representation rather than caring about writing a queer character. and that means there's no deeper engagement than outward aesthetics. which means no real transgression is taking place. so u have repackaged cishetero norms circulating. but what do i know about that)
#i also have more thoughts re like. body types & identity headcanons#and what makes some characters so likely to be hc'd as something vs not others#but i dont think im qualified to say them out loud lol#it'll all be v anecdotal anyway#plus im nowhere near educated enough for it#also like the last bit--thats not me invalidating people who're writing it#i think its great it exists + dont think everything has to always be deep#im the last person to advocate for that tbh#but theres like this line b/w actually caring about something and merely providing lipservice#and i think a lot of ~activism in fandom tends towards the latter#(thats why im not a fan of identity hcs in my work. i know i cant do it justice and it WILL end up being shallow representation lipservice)#(and its just better to...not at that point ykno?)#which means basic norms and conventions are upheld#which is a bit. hm. when queerness is so inherently subversive ykno?#not sure how to explain it lol#but i do think its mainly sirius' popularity for this#the other stuff is just me speculating and thinking too much into random shit#pen’s asks
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Hello there! Do you have plans for updating Congressman Pike? I love political fics and there aren’t many in Pedro’s fandom so it’s really scratching a niche itch 😅😆
Hi anon! Yes I absolutely have plans for more Congressman Marcus. I was hoping to work on the immediate follow-up to Punchbowls & Pincushions during August, but then I ended up barely writing a single word of anything the entire month. 🤦♀️ But more is coming, I promise! I am working on both the next part of the story as well as the cover image and story for the Vanity Fair article I reference in P&P.
Tbh I was not at all expecting the magnitude of the response to this idea. I know politics turns a lot of people off (understandably), but so many folks have given this story a chance and it just makes me so grateful and happy (and makes me want to write more!). And there are more politics nerds in the Pedro fandom than I thought there would be, and more West Wing fans in particular, and that overlap brings me endless joy.
Here are some no-context things you can expect in the next installment:
Linda giving Marcus a (metaphorical) swift kick in the ass
Finding out exactly who Marcus’s mystery lady is and what she does for a living
A lot of eggs
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Hi Gaby! I hope you're having a good day so far!
In response to your question on the last ask: yes, donghua/manwha absolutely count!
In the interest of not revealing myself by listing a more niche favorite, I'll say that we share JJK as a favorite! I also love VNC and Shiguang Dailiren🙏We share a lot of ships and favorite characters too, bless😂. 86 is on my list, but I haven't quite gotten around to watching it.
Which leads into my next question...
What do you look for in an animanga before starting it?
What is something that immediately hooks you on an animanga?
Do you try to read or watch first, or does it matter to you?
That was more like three questions, sorry😂😭
I hope you had a good weekend!
-- Love,
Your ASS💖
hello dear!! i had a great day today, thank you! i was finally able to get catch up on some sleep! what about you? hope you're also having a lovely day / night! 💕
ahh thanks for letting me know about donghua / manhwa! i never know whether to include them bc very few of my mutuals are into those so i always feel like we're on our own little corner of fandom 😂
omg i'm so happy to hear we share a lot of favorites!!! we r vibing rn 🤝 i'm literally shaking sitting here waiting for shiguang dailiren s2 and jjk and vnc both have a very special place in my heart! what are your favorite characters from those? oh and i would def recommend watching 86!! it's one of those anime where the plot, animation, and music all come together you know?
ooh great questions!! this is so difficult to articulate though ahh ok i'll try to take them one at a time
What do you look for in an animanga before starting it?
i think it's different each time! sometimes i'm drawn by the premise, or an interesting character design, or even the animation / art style! it doesn't have to be all of these at once, but i think in general i'm more drawn to action / fantasy / supernatural genres with really fleshed out characters!
What is something that immediately hooks you on an animanga?
interesting character dynamics for sure! not necessarily ship stuff although that's always a bonus lol. i'm a sucker for the found family trope or even just well-developed friendships! it just gets to me you know? 🥺💕
also when you can just TELL that the narrative is hinting at a really profound backstory and it slowly gets to unravel is SO good! my brain always tends to latch on to at least one pathetic wet cat of a man and that kind of fuels me through consuming content 😂😭 oh and i absolutely LOVE seeing deranged female characters as well 🥰
Do you try to read or watch first, or does it matter to you?
in general i always try to read first but i'm a bit more flexible when it comes to anime! when i come across a really good one sometimes i'll pause watching so i can go and read the manga first. although full disclosure i haven't read that much manga bc i always have trouble with the websites i use to read them and i'm lowkey scared they'll give my laptop a virus 😭 but i've been meaning to read more manga for sure! do you happen to have any recs??
omg sorry this got so long sdlfksdfj but what about you dear?? what's something that hooks you when you start an animanga? thanks again and i hope you have a lovely start of the week ahead!! 💕💕
#crying laughing at the signature btw i love it 😂😭#ty for the thoughtful questions dear!!#animanga secret santa 💖#<- btw i'll try to tag your messages with this tag so hopefully it's a bit easier for you to navigate!#ask#anonymous#long post for ts
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Okay so first of all--
AHHHHSURYRJEPOEYWUEKFBNDLSJGDIWONSHFNCJUDIEKDKWPHEIWHDNDJEIEUEUHEHRUR!!!!!!!!
Now that THAT'S out of the way, word's that TvN is dropping a new drama this December 17th and it stars fucking Lee Dong wook AND Wi Ha joon in the lead roles.
(I mean jeez, TvN really be working their asses off to make 2021 as GAY~ as possible. First TDJ and now this huh?? I see y'all.)
Like I'm not even kidding. Just take a look at these promo pics.
(first of all that's Moonjo, no one can convince me otherwise FUCK YOU. And his character's supposed to go batshit crazy in this drama as well so--)
Playground dates?? HAJOON IN FUCKING LEATHER?? um I'll take it all please.
Oh okay YIKES Ha joon (he's apparently named 'K' in this one Lmao hope that's not a death flag or something TvN you're on thin fucking ice 😬💀) you don't HAVE to look at him like that but okay. Understandable, have a good day cruising around the town with your boyfriend partner.
On a more serious note though, the drama's called 'Bad and Crazy' and apparently it's about a cop and his alternate persona, played by Ha joon. There's also a Moonjo-esque violence going on with Dong wook and overall the Fight Club vibes are strong AF with this one.
Yes, INCLUDING the homoerotic subtext. I mean, just take a look at this shit:
I'll leave y'all with this then.
#I still can't believe this is happening though#like what fucking timeline is this??#if you told me a few weeks ago that THEE Lee Dongwook and Wi Ha joon were starring together in one drama I would've laughed my ass off#but THIS???#like you know all of Dongwook's roles are at least a little fruity and he has explosive (GAY) chemistry with his male co-actors#and Ha joon is a gay sex symbol (don't ask why or how--just roll with it)#He's proved it in Squid game (the man has exponential queer energy stored inside him rivalled only by Im Siwan's Amen)#did you know he was in Eclipse (yes that indie ass film about a dude's obsession with another dude)#it's not relevant here but hey FUN FACT!#anyGAY#they really be making him the Tyler Durden to Dongwook's Narrator#and honestly good for tvn--take all of my gay money#they really have hit the spot of the niche audience that consumes this kind of content like fucking vultures#(my only fear is that they will force a het love interest but oh well)#mayhaps we have found another contender for the merciless evil devil from hell fandom heh#let's see how it turns out#(also psst tvn please make some wlw shit too like HELLO women deserve to be batshit insane and obsessed with other women too <3)#for the record though--IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA#lee dong wook#wi ha joon#bad and crazy#strangers from hell#squid game#merciless evil devil from hell
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Moonbeam (Ezra x Reader) [smut] {Werewolf AU}
Title: Moonbeam
Rating: Explicit
Length: 6,000
Warnings: Non-graphic description of bodily injury and smut (cunnilingus, doggy style sex, mentions of masturbation).
Reader Details: To the best of my knowledge, there are no references to Reader’s physical details, beyond being a bisexual woman. I tried my best to keep it as vague as possible.
Notes: So, this is the second lengthy Ezra fic I’ve written this month, but the only one that will see the light of day. Shout-out to @rzrcrst for pre-reading this for me.
Werewolves are my niche and I’m absolutely incapable of writing them without creating the lore around their existence. Ezra exudes big werewolf energy (P.S. Javier exudes big vampire energy) and since I’m not really in a fandom until I write a werewolf AU, I present you all with my very own version of space werewolves.
Depending on audience reactions, there might be more of this story to tell.
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You had heard the rumors, but never once had you believed that they were true. A werewolf living on a moon? Werewolves were the stuff of fairytales. They weren’t real.
They weren’t real.
But someone who had come before you had clearly considered the potential. Why else had someone thought to set up a cleverly concealed steel trap?
The pain was overwhelming. Worse than anything you’d ever encountered before. You were lucky your leg hadn’t snapped in two — your heavy coveralls were your saving grace.
You howled out in pain as you dropped to your knees, trying in vain to pry the trap off your leg. The sharp teeth had bit through the fabric of your coveralls and the dark stain forming told you everything you needed to know about your future. If you didn’t get the trap off soon, you were going to bleed out.
And then you’d become a smorgasbord for whatever creatures lived on this moon. There had to be something terrifying in the forest that had convinced everyone to believe in werewolves.
“Kriff.” You swore, your arms throbbing with effort as you tried yet again to free your leg from the trap. You dropped back onto your ass, before sinking down onto the soft mossy ground beneath you.
At least the stars were out. You could see them through the bareboned trees as they swayed above you in the evening breeze.
The pain wasn’t so bad at a certain point, most likely because of the blood loss. That would do it. That woozy, tingling sensation that had your vision blurring at the edges.
A branch snapped nearby, sending a dull spike of nerves through you. You hadn’t made a study of the flora and fauna on the moon — but that certainly didn’t sound like a small creature.
“Please don’t eat me.” You mumbled, tilting your head to look in the direction of the sound. The filtered moonlight from the crescent moon above barely illuminated the forest around you and your flashlight was just out of reach.
You heard the sound of another branch snapping under foot, “Hello?”
All men are beasts in their own right, but the man that stepped into your line of view seemed an unlikely candidate.
“I do believe that trap was not set to ensnare one such as you,” He drawled out with a honey-sweet cadence as he moved towards you.
“I don’t think it’s broken,” You offered weakly, trying to sit up as he knelt beside you, but your vision blurred harshly and you sank back onto the ground.
“How fortuitous you are that I take my evening stroll through this very copse of trees.” He mused, effortlessly freeing your leg from the steel trap.
“How—“
“You have lost a considerable amount of blood, little lamb. I would be most obliged to offer shelter and succor. These woods are no place to remain alone. One can never know what creatures fresh blood may attract.”
You exhaled shakily as you stared up at the stars above you. He was right — you’d never make it back to your transport alone on your leg. “Promise not to kill me?” You cracked, tilting your head to look at him.
He flashed you a toothy grin, “I promise.”
“What is your name?” You asked as he hoisted you into his arms, with surprising ease.
“Ezra.” He told you, looking down at you. “And what is your name, little lamb?”
“Ezra.” You repeated softly, resting your cheek against his chest as he carried you through the forest. You gave him your own name, feeling a strange warmth wash through you when he repeated it back in that beguiling tone of his.
“Am I right in my assumption that you are the occupant of the transport that arrived just two nights ago.” Ezra questioned quietly.
“Depends on who is asking.” You jested lightly, “I am. Reconnaissance mission for a mining program.”
“Ah,” His grip on you seemed to tighten. “Another greedy venture to strip the moon of its precious lunaxium?”
“I can only assume.” You glanced up at him, “Above my pay grade.”
“You should leave within the week.” Ezra remarked, keeping his sharp gaze focused ahead of him. “It won’t be safe for you.”
“You don’t believe in that stupid story, do you?” You questioned, “Isn’t that just a tale to keep prospectors from coming here?”
“I once believed that.” Ezra muttered, before falling silent for the remainder of the journey to his humble abode.
You had so many questions for your serendipitous savior, but he tended to your leg in relative silence and then left you to rest in his bed.
From what you could tell, Ezra had fashioned a home for himself out of a crashed transport vessel that you could only assume had been his own at one time. Perhaps he’d been like you once upon a time, a drifter picking up odd jobs and landing in bad situations.
Ezra was handsome. The moonlight hadn’t tricked you into thinking that — in the garish light of his bedroom, he was still just as striking. Warm eyes, long lashes, a mess of chestnut hair with a shock of blonde, and a wiry frame.
How long had he been living on Lykaios? Had his vessel crashed on a wayward venture and he’d had no one to come looking for him? Not that anyone would come looking for you either.
Maybe Shiva. They would’ve probably come looking for your corpse just to get what was owed to them.
It was a damn miracle that Ezra had stumbled upon you. How had he even found you? The woods all looked the same.
Sleep came slowly and fitfully. Despite the shot Ezra had given you, your leg was agonizingly painful if you moved at all. Fortunately, there were books within reach — well-loved, with worn pages. You wondered if they had been Ezra’s to start with, or if he’d found someone’s abandoned transport.
He had excellent taste.
You hadn’t seen a stack of Chaucer since you were much younger. His copy of Canterbury Tales had been opened so many times the spine wilted in your palm.
Ezra announced himself with a short knock, before sliding open the durasteel door. “I expected you to be asleep. You had quite the evening, little lamb.”
“I tried.” You made a note of the page you were on before closing the book and sitting it aside on the bedside shelf. “I got distracted by… your collection of novels.”
He chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. “I see you’re getting acquainted with my old oppo Chaucer.”
“I’ll have you know, Chaucer is my friend.” You quipped, drumming your fingers against the cover of the book. “It was nice to retrace old lines.”
“He’s an acquired taste,” Ezra tucked his hands behind his back and stepped into the room. “Youth may outrun the old, but not outwit.”
You smiled a little, “Earn what you can since everything’s for sale.”
Ezra chuckled, shaking his head. “And how true that is.” He gestured grandly towards your leg, “But oftentimes it comes with folly.”
“Is that how you ended up here?” You questioned, “I wanted to ask you last night, but with everything...”
He shrugged, dragging over a trunk and perching on the edge of it. “Five years ago I stood where you stand. They were looking for a new form of clean energy — lunaxium seemed like the answer.” Ezra pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, looking away from you then. “This place is filled with hidden dangers. Once you can put weight on your leg, I encourage you to leave.”
“You could come with me.”
Ezra’s gaze snapped towards you, “No.”
Your brows furrowed together, “Alright.”
“I need to change your bandages,” Ezra exhaled heavily as he rose from the trunk, he turned his back to you as he moved to retrieve the roll of gauze from a shelf.
Your eyes widened as you spotted a twisted scar that ran up the back of his neck into his hairline and vanished down the back of his shirt. You hadn’t noticed it last night while he fussed over you.
“Ezra, why can’t you leave?”
Ezra sighed heavily as he sat down on the foot of the bed, drawing your leg into his lap. “It’s home.” He answered simply, unwinding the bandages. “I know it doesn’t look like much, but this—“ He gestured around him. “It’s mine.”
“And you haven’t gone stir crazy after five years?” You questioned, grimacing as he prodded at your wound. “I was gone for two months on a solo mission once and I don’t think I’ve ever been so glad to Shiva again. Even if they did rob me blind during liar’s dice.”
“You get used to solitude.” Ezra glanced at you briefly, before turning his attention to the task at hand. He cleaned the area around the wound, before wrapping fresh bandaging around it. “Once or twice a year, someone like yourself arrives and…”
“And the mythical werewolf eats them?” You jested, sinking back against the mattress as he laid your leg back down on the bed.
“Something like that.” He offered dryly, eyeing at you warily. “There’s a full moon in eleven days. I would advise you not to wait around to discover whether or not it is simply lore.”
Your brows knit together and you sat up, arms curled around your waist. “You say that like there’s a chance it is true. You’ve been here for five years… What have you seen?”
“I have things I must attend to away from here.” Ezra said abruptly, “Rest and I’ll return in a few hours to escort you back to your transport.”
Ezra did little to assuage that sinking sensation that told you that maybe just maybe there were werewolves on Lykaios.
“Before you settled here, what did you do?” You questioned, leaning into Ezra’s side as he kept a firm hand coiled around you for support. “Your transport didn’t offer many clues, outside of your exquisite taste in literature.”
Ezra chuckled, looking at you from the corner of his eyes. “I was a harvester. A damn good one, at that. But seasons get hard, tides turn, allegiances bend. Fell into a bit of a snare with an associate and had to dig my way out.”
“I think we’ve all been there before,” You shook your head. “I enjoy gambling. Nasty habit.” You admitted. “I wasn’t meant to be the one to come to Lykaois. My friend — the one I mentioned before — had been assigned to this mission. They lost it in a dicey bet with me.”
“Dicey?”
“What gambler plays honorably?” You countered. “I cheated.”
“And this friend of yours was meant to come here instead?”
You nodded, “Tried to win it back right up until the moment I took off.” Shiva had been furious that they’d lost and even more furious knowing that you hadn’t played fair. “I’ve heard the stories about Lykaois and I wanted to find out if they were true.”
“One shouldn’t go looking for the stuff of myth.” Ezra drawled out. “In my erstwhile profession, I had a certain predilection for danger. It can be damning.”
“Look, I don’t mean to pry, but… is there a reason you can’t leave?” You stopped abruptly, causing him to stumble slightly. “My transport has life support for three. If there’s someone else you’ve got here — if that’s why you don’t want to leave.”
You could feel Ezra’s gaze bore into your skin.
“I’m not leaving.” You told him, when he made no attempt to answer your question. “I’ll take a day or two to rest, but I’m finishing what I’ve started.”
“It’s not safe.”
“Then why don’t you leave?” You pushed back. “If it’s so dangerous, why aren’t you trying to leave?”
Ezra worked his jaw slowly, before looking towards the sky and sighing heavily. “I’m not the only inhabitant on this moon. Some have been here for much longer than me and they…” He shook his head slowly.
You curled your fingers around his forearm, turning to stare at him. “They’re what?”
“Little lamb, be glad you were found by me and not one of them.” Ezra gritted out, holding your gaze. “Consider your luck and leave before it runs out.”
He wasn’t going to relent. Whatever secrets Lykaois held, he wasn’t going to reveal them to you.
“Will you at least let me give you a few of my books?” You questioned, squeezing his arm tight as you used him to support your weight.
“Depends on what you’re offering.” Ezra retorted, “But we need to keep moving. You need to get your leg up.”
Ezra was entranced with your small collection of books. Like a man starved, he snatched up every book — flipping through its pages with reverence. You couldn’t imagine spending five years without getting your hands on a new book.
You thought he would abruptly leave once he had you safely tucked into your transport — but he lingered.
“Nothing in the world is single; all things by a law divine in one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine?” Ezra read, the words falling from his tongue with a richness that your mind had never been able to give them.
“Shelley?” You questioned, tilting your head to try to get a look at the book he was holding.
“Indeed.” He closed the book and held it to his chest. “Our dear friend Percy had quite a way with words. Overshadowed — and rightfully so — by his beloved wife.”
“I haven’t been able to get my hands on Frankenstein. Not since I was maybe fourteen.” You admitted.
Ezra snapped his fingers, “You should’ve spoken up, little lamb. Mary has kept me company on many lonely nights.”
“I will part with Percy,” You told him, hobbling towards him on your wounded leg. “But only if you are willing to part with Mary.”
He hummed thoughtfully, still clutching the book to his chest. “I will have to consult with her.” Ezra told you with a soft smile, “I have no doubt that she is as tired of my company as anyone would be.”
You reached out and covered his hand with yours, “I will let you reunite the couple for just one night. But you have to promise me that you’ll bring me Frankenstein.”
Ezra’s gaze lowered to where your hand was on his, a faint color rising in his cheeks. “Promise me you’ll leave once books have been exchanged.” He covered your hand with his other hand, squeezing gently. “If you stay, I won’t be able to protect you.”
“Protect me from what?”
“Me.” Ezra breathed out, his dark eyes setting on yours. “I will bring you lunaxium that you can take back to whomever hired you. Warn them from this place and forget it.”
“It’s not that simple.” You found yourself leaning into him for support, “I have to complete testing and analysis. Reports. I can’t just take back a lump of lunaxium and hope for the best.”
A growl like sound rose up in the back of his throat, “Then I’ll do the reports for you. I know more than I ever cared to know of lunaxium and this godsforsaken rock. You are not to venture beyond this transport.”
You pulled your hand away from his, “I’ll do as I please, thank you.”
Ezra gritted his teeth, “Do you have a death wish? Now isn’t the time for obstinance. Not this close to a full moon.”
You blinked at him, “Are you…?”
His expression faltered, fingers twitching against the book before he held it out to you, “Keep it and leave tonight. Please.”
“No.” You shook your head, “I want to know.”
“Among these stories,” He gestured to your shelf of books, “I’m afraid it’s an unimpressive tale.”
“I’m always looking to hear new stories.” You told him, grimacing as you put too much weight down on your leg. “Shit.”
“Please sit,” Ezra urged, moving swiftly to curl his arm around your waist as he guided you towards the makeshift sofa you’d made from a weapon crate and oversized pillows.
He sank down onto the opposite end, hands covering his face as he let out a heavy sigh. “Five years ago, I was just like you. Starry-eyed, devil-may-care.”
“Is that how you see me?”
“Yes.” He glanced at you from the corner of his eye. “I came here looking for lunaxium like every ill-fated prospector before me. The rumors, the legend, the myth — they made for a tantalizing adventure.” His expression sobered as he stared straight ahead. “It’s painful. Muscles tear, bones shatter, skin stretches.”
Your heart clenched and your stomach roiled at the thought.
“They say the first was a corruption. There are wolves among us, lurking beyond the trees — fearful in their own right of what looms above them. Someone played with fate and made a monster that even Shelley couldn’t have imagined. Lunaxium has no effect on humans, but it calms the beast for awhile.”
Without even thinking about it, you carefully shifted onto your good knee, letting your leg rest over the side of the sofa as you leaned towards Ezra. “This scar.” You said as you gingerly brushed your fingers over the back of his neck.
He tensed, fingers clenching and unclenching in his lap. “I was attacked on my second night here.” He confessed, exhaling slowly. “Forgive me, little lamb. It has been a right smart spell since I have felt another’s touch.”
“You shouldn’t have to live like that, Ezra.” You whispered, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Isolating yourself… Maybe there’s a cure.”
“I can’t leave Lykaois.” He admitted, closing his eyes as he relaxed under the gentle touch of your fingers. “We’re reliant on the lunaxium and whatever this moon is cursed with. I would go mad.”
“Has anyone ever tried to leave?”
“There are stories.” Ezra turned to look at you. “I appreciate your offer. If it weren’t for what I’ve become, I would accept it without hesitation. But I would rather perish in the solitude of my transport than lose my mind somewhere among the stars.”
You trailed your fingers from his hair, along the curve of his jaw. “I could come back.”
“And put yourself in danger twice over?”
“I put myself in danger every time I venture out on a harvest with a ragtag team that might turn their weapons on me. Life is a risk, Ezra.” You held his gaze as you brushed your thumb over his bottom lip. “I can be your connection to the world you’ve lost. Name it, anything — I’ll bring it back here to you.”
“It’s dangerous.” Ezra seemed compelled by the offer. “The others… they’ve been here long enough to lose what’s left of their humanity.”
“Then protect me.” You brushed your fingers through the hair that fell against his forehead.
“There’s so much I miss,” He admitted, his expression matching the way his voice broke as he held your gaze. “Five years… it’s a lifetime to spend alone.” He curled his fingers around your hand, rubbing his thumb against the center of your palm. “I don’t want you to risk yourself for me.”
“I’m not afraid.” You told him, and as foolish as it was — you weren’t.
Ezra’s gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips and your breath caught somewhere in the back of your throat when he started to lean towards you.
He wasn’t the only one who had gone years without knowing a lover’s touch. You played things close to the chest, avoided anything that could ensnare you — except for him.
For all of his warm charm, there was an underlying current of danger that had you feeling like a moth to the flame. He was a monster. A creature made from a curse you hadn’t even believed in.
“Ezra.” You breathed out, leaning in until your nose brushed against his.
He petted his fingers over your cheek as his breath mingled with yours, “You’re hurt.”
“It’s just my leg.” Your lips were a hair’s breadth away from his, “I think we both need this.”
Ezra curled his fingers around the back of your head as his lips crashed against yours. You groaned against his lips and his tongue took the opportunity to slip into your mouth, curling against yours.
He kissed like a man possessed, desperate and all consuming. He hauled you into his lap like you weighed nothing, his hands clawing at your back, your ass, your arms — anywhere he could reach.
He was starved for a connection like this. You had sensed it in the way he gravitated towards you, the way he lingered, the gentle touches as he mended your leg.
You hissed softly as you shifted your weight in his lap, trying not to put pressure on your leg, but it was hard not to in that position.
Ezra cupped your cheek, drawing your focus to his face as his other hand curled tight around your hip. “Do you trust me, little lamb?” He questioned, waiting until you nodded before he started to guide you back lengthways on the sofa.
You scraped your fingernails over his scalp as you slid your fingers through his hair. His knee slotted in between your thighs as he draped himself over you.
Greedy hands grabbed at the back of his shirt, pulling it up to reveal new skin to touch. He was touch starved. Every brush of your fingers against his untouched skin made him rut against your thigh.
Ezra’s mouth worked down the column of your throat, teeth lightly scraping as his tongue darted out to taste your skin. His own hands sliding under your shirt, skimming over your ribs.
You’d missed the feeling of large, rough hands against your skin. It had been more than a few cycles since you’d fallen into bed with a man. A year, maybe two, since you’d been with anyone at all.
“Ezra.” You breathed out as his mouth moved over your covered breast, his tongue seeking out your nipple through the soft fabric.
His eyes snapped to meet yours, pupils blown with arousal as he let out a ragged breath. “I can smell you.” Ezra murmured, his tongue flicking out to tease the peak of your nipple, the fabric darkened from his mouth. “You’re soaked, aren’t you little lamb?” He questioned, a hand wandering down your side, curling around your thigh.
You felt your chest and cheeks burn with a heady mix of arousal and embarrassment. You were slick. You could feel your underwear clinging to your cunt, desire fueled solely by the man crowded onto the sofa with you.
“In my bed,” Ezra whispered, untangling the hand you had in his hair. He brought your hand to his lips, inhaling deeply before wrapping his lips around your first two fingers.
An unabashed moan escaped you, your hips lifting off the sofa as you ground yourself against his knee. You should’ve been ashamed — he had known that you’d tried to put yourself to sleep by burying your face in his pillow and your hand between your thighs.
Ezra released your fingers with a wet pop, his nostrils flaring as he held your gaze. “You didn’t come, did you? Did la petite mort evade you?”
“Yes.” You whispered, tracing your dampened fingers over his scruffy cheek. “I was so close, but it wasn’t enough.”
He smirked at you as he pressed his knee firmly against you. “May I?”
“Please.” You nodded, sinking back against the sofa as Ezra moved down your body. Skilled fingers worked at the fastenings of your pants, peeling the heavy fabric down your thighs before tossing them aside.
He inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of you, “Sit up, little lamb.” Ezra told you, sinking onto the ground in front of you. “Look at you.” He drawled as your thighs parted, your injured leg draped over his shoulder.
You gasped quietly as he stroked his thumb over the damp spot on your underwear, barely brushing over your clit — but even that mere touch was enough to make you tremble.
“Did you think of me?” Ezra questioned, peeling the fabric to the side, sweeping his fingers between your slick folds.
“Maybe.” You retorted, biting down on your bottom lip as you watched him lick your arousal from his fingers.
A quiet growl rose up the back of his throat as he leaned in between your thighs. He held your underwear to the side as he lapped at you, his tongue sweeping between your folds.
Your fingers slid into his hair, grip tightening as he traced the tip of his tongue over your clit.
“Do you need these?” Ezra mumbled, tugging at your underwear.
“No. No.” You shook your head, pitching your hips towards him.
Ezra effortlessly tore away the crotch of your underwear, his mouth descending upon your tender flesh. His tongue delved between your folds, thrusting into your slick core. He grabbed at your thigh, holding you steady as he turned his attention to your clit.
You cried out as he wrapped his lips around that throbbing bundle of nerves. He sucked lightly at it, swirling his tongue over it as his fingers pressed into your cunt.
He didn’t let up, his tongue working over your clit as he worked his fingers in and out of you. His fingers were deliciously thick, dragging in and out of you, brushing over that sweet spot within you that made your entire core quake.
Ezra was good.
His name was heavy on your tongue as you shattered, your inner walls clenching around his fingers, thighs trapping his face between your legs.
“I need…” You panted out, breath hitching as he curled his fingers within you. “Fuck!” You shouted, nearly ripping his hair out as you felt a dam break as your vision blurred from the sudden burst of molten desire. Ezra was undeterred, his tongue sweeping up every drop of you.
“More.” You urged, writhing beneath him. “Ezra, please.”
“I might hurt you.” Ezra warned you, dragging his hands down your thighs as he nipped at the soft flesh of your inner thigh. “I don’t… I don’t know if I control myself.”
“Forget about my leg,” You tugged at his hair. “And fuck me.”
Ezra squeezed your hip and barked out, “On your knees.”
You waited until he let go of you before you gracelessly flopping over on the sofa, knees planted firmly on the cushion as you grabbed at the metal shaft that made up the back of the sofa.
“You smell so fucking good like this,” Ezra breathed out, hands sliding over your bare hips as he crowded close to you. “It’s been so long.” He pressed his lips to the back of your neck, his breath hot against your skin.
“Same.” You laughed breathlessly, reaching behind you to grab at his hair. “I don’t break easy.”
“You’ve never fucked a werewolf before.” Ezra murmured, curling his fingers loosely around your throat, keeping you pinned back against his chest as his cock slid between your oversensitive folds. “Have you?”
“Not yet.” You gritted out, curling your fingers around his forearm, thankful that he was able to keep you upright. He was strong, but the fingers wrapped around your throat were gentle.
The head of his cock caught against your entrance and Ezra’s hips bucked forward, pressing into you.
You moaned, completely caught up in the sensation of his thick cock filling you. The stretch was just this side of too much — especially in this angle.
Ezra pulled back, his cock nearly slipping from you entirely before slamming back into you. His thrusts were brutal — all that strength and power that was hidden in his wiry build. He was reaching spots no one else had ever hit.
He released his tight grip on your hip, slipping his hand between your thighs to stroke your aching clit. You clenched around him in response, making him feel even thicker as he drove into you. Again and again.
Your nails bit into his forearm, leaving crescent moon shapes in his skin as you clung to him. You were so close, perched right on the precipice of another orgasm.
“Come.” Ezra’s fingers curled around your jaw, his lips close to your ear. “I want to feel you come. The sweet clench of your cunt around my cock.” He mouthed a row of kisses down your neck, growling against the crook of your neck as your body obeyed him.
He didn’t relent, even as your body pulsed around his cock. “Fuck.” He grunted out, his teeth scraping your skin.
“Ezra.” You moaned out, your eyes falling closed as you basked in the overwhelming sensation of him fucking into you.
His grip loosened at your jaw as he started to slide out of you, but you reached behind you, grabbing at his ass — desperately trying to keep him right there.
Something snapped. Some frayed cord of control that he had been clinging to.
You grabbed at the back of the sofa for support as he roughly grabbed at your hips. He bottomed out once, twice, three times before he growled out your name and came.
Ezra curled his arm around your waist, keeping you pinned to him as he rearranged the two of you. He kept the softening length of his cock buried within you as he sank down onto the sofa with you resting back against his chest.
“You’re very strong,” You mumbled, scratching your nails through the hair on his forearm as you looked down at the arm he had tightly curled around you.
He huffed, a throaty chuckle escaping him as he rested his forehead against your shoulder. “One perk of this damnable curse.” He brushed his thumb over your stomach gently.
“Is the sex a perk too?” You questioned, closing your eyes as you leaned back against him. “Because, I’m not sure I want to leave at all now.”
“I wouldn’t know.” Ezra kissed your shoulder. “I’ve kept my distance. From the others.” He sighed heavily. “You don’t want to become like me, little lamb.”
“I never said that I do.” You pointed out.
“No, I suppose you didn’t.” He shifted beneath you, whispering a quick apology when you whimpered at the movement.
“I’m okay.” You promised, trailing your fingers up the side of his thigh. “Overwhelmed.”
“Two days.”
“Hmm?”
“You can safely stay for two more days, but then you must leave. It gets harder to maintain this the nearer we draw to the full moon.” Ezra told you, nuzzling at the crook of your neck.
“Two days.” You agreed solemnly.
Ezra returned just after nightfall with a stack of research notes and his well-loved copy of Frankenstein.
“Did you know she dedicated herself to getting her husband’s works published.” You mused, looking up from the notes on lunaxium to watch Ezra as he consumed Percy’s book of poems.
“Hmm?”
“Mary.” You explained. “As accomplished as she was, she also worked to ensure her husband’s writing would be read.”
“Indeed.” Ezra tucked the red ribbon into the page he was reading and sat it aside. “I believe their romance blossomed on her mother’s grave, no? A rather odd pair.”
“His works are dreadfully romantic, for such a macabre couple.” You pointed out, flipping over another page of notes, copying down a comment on your own notations.
“The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?” Ezra recited, drumming his fingers against the cover. “I had forgotten that was dear Percy.” He sank back against the wall, pushing fingers through his unruly hair. “I miss the sea.”
“I’d bring it back in a bottle if I could.” You told him, chewing on your bottom lip. “I meant what I said before. I can come back.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, moonbeam.” He let the word slip off his tongue like it was sugar-sweet. “You will grow bored of the to-and-fro.” He pursed his lips. “Though I am much appreciative of the offer. You should go back to your friends.”
“I have one friend in this galaxy Ezra and oftentimes I’m certain they want to ring my neck.” You shook your head. “You deserve to have a friend too.”
“I will never be able to leave,” He reminded you. “And you can never stay.”
“There’s still an in-between.” Your brows rose hopefully. “A new moon, perhaps? When the moon is there, but not visible.”
“You’re persistent.”
“I’ve been told that before.” You smirked a little. “What would you like me to bring back when I return after the full moon?”
Ezra exhaled heavily, pinching at the bridge of his nose. “I would be forever indebted to you if you might get your hands on a copy of War & Peace. Dreadfully long, but I hunger for some longevity in my literature.”
“Done.”
He snapped his fingers, “Cheese.”
You arched a brow. “I have cheese.”
“Real cheese?” Ezra corrected. “That wretched aero cheese is nauseating.” He blanched, watching you as you rose from your seat.
You hobbled out of the room, into the corridor where the hyperfreeze unit was mounted in the interior wall beside the coolant system. You returned moments later with a block of Reggianito.
“You’re in luck.” You said, sinking down onto the floor beside him. “I have a hook-up on Sector Block G7.”
Ezra broke off a piece and popped it into his mouth, sinking back against the wall with a satisfied moan. “It will be safe for you to return in a fortnight.”
You slapped his leg playfully, “You’ll let me return if I bring cheese?”
He grinned and continued. “If you come then, you’ll have a fortnight to stay, should you choose to.”
“That should give me enough time to find War & Peace for you and settle my debts.”
Ezra took another bite of cheese, before passing it back to you. “Do they still make those honeysticks?” He questioned. “Little tubes with honey collected from…” He squinted, “I can’t remember the planet.”
“I can look.” You wrapped the cheese back in the cloth, before sitting it aside. “How will you be when I return?” You questioned.
“A little worse for wear,” Ezra shrugged a shoulder, resting his hand on your thigh. “The lunaxium helps.”
“Is it… is it like a drug?”
“I suppose.” Ezra dragged his teeth over his bottom lip. “There’s this hunger,” He explained, knocking his fist against his sternum. “This clawing sensation. It gets worse closer to the full moon. I lose my mind.” He shook his head. “I tried to wean myself off two years ago. Just to feel something.”
“What happened?” You rested your hand over his.
“It triggered the beast.” He answered with a frown. “Middle of the cycle and violent.” Ezra tilted his head to look at you. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” You shook your head slowly, interlacing your fingers with his. “Maybe this will be good for you. Help you keep your humanity.”
“How so?”
“The others, the ones that were already here.” Your brows furrowed together as you turned to stare at him, “Did they lose their humanity because they lost touch with other humans?”
Ezra blinked, “You, moonbeam, are a clever one.”
“I read a lot.” You smiled at him, “And you’re in luck — I have always loved monster stories.”
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