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I commissioned the amazingly wonderful @imsofrancey to do a lil piece from my HP!SKK fic and it came out soooooo beautiful!
You can read it here!
#soukoku#skk fic#bungou stray dogs#chuuya nakahara#dazai osamu#bsd#skk#lizwrites#lmao I can't stop staring at this art#its just so good y'all pls go commission them if you have the funds
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Bad Day || M.S. x reader
a/n: ofccc bby !! i luv this ideaaaa !!
warnings: SMUT!, oral (m! receiving), deepthroating, gagging
i aint your ma so i cant tell u what u can and cant read soooo….
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
i woke up after a restless night, pulling my comforter off of my body, i stood up out of bed and walked over to the mirror. i looked terrible…
i sighed and went downstairs to make breakfast for myself as matt wasn’t home this morning.
i pulled a pan and ingredients out of my cabinets and began making pancakes, pouring the batter into the pan and flipping every so often. i realized i had to go to the bathroom. i walked to the bathroom and handled my business, then heard the smoke alarm going off.
great, just great!
I threw the burnt pancakes away and went back upstairs to get ready for work. i peeled my clothes off before stepping into the shower. i reached for my favorite shampoo then saw i was out. i sighed and finished my shower quickly as i was already running late.
i got dressed and went to work. my boss was nagging on me to finish my rough drafts, but i zoned out, all i heard was “blah blah blah”
my alarm went off, signaling it was time to clock out, and i rushed home to matt waiting for me. he immediately sensed i was upset and tried to get me to talk about it. i refused but ended up just spilling about everything that happened.
“im so sorry, ma, i wish i could make things better for you. trust me, if i could take that burden off your shoulders i would.” he spoke while rubbing my back and tracing shapes on it.
“you’re to good to me baby. i dont know where i would be without you.” i smiled.
“you know… i can think of a way to repay you.” i smirked while kneeling down to his waist level.
“is this okay?” i asked. he nodded fastly. i teasingly tugged at the zipper to his jeans, unbuttoning them slowly. i palmed him through his boxers before pulling his dick out, it sprang up to his happy trail before i took it in my hand.
i kitten-licked at his tip while jerking him slowly, moving my hand up and down. i then took him fully into my mouth
his veiny hands tangled into my hair, tugging lightly. i moaned at the tingling feeling, sending vibrations up his dick. he groaned loudly, pulling even harder at my hair. with that, i took him further into my mouth, deepthroating him, but he was so big, i couldnt help but gag.
the sensation of my throat clenching around him sent him groaning and whimpering above me. “fuckkk, pretty girl, im gonna cum!” he shouted before hot ropes of cum shot onto my tongue, down my throat,
i pulled off of him with a pop. sticking my tongue out, showing him his cum on my tongue, looking up at him with doe eyes.
“so pretty, did so good for me.” he said while closing my mouth, signaling to swallow.
he pulled me up from off my knees, giving me a kiss, before taking me to the couch. he pulled me into his arms as he turned on my favorite show. “i love you matt” i spoke softly
“i love you too, baby” he responded.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
a/n: lowk dk abt this buttt… anywaysss ! i luv yalll and tysm anon for the idea ! <3
a/n pt 2 : sooo… no head..?
#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#x reader#chris sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo triplets x reader#[liztalks]#[lizwrites]
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Liz Writes... At Lake Hope
Lake Hope represents a renewal for me. It's a place that I can retreat when things become too much. #lizwrites #lizcultivates #coratheexplora #traveling
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Why I Think Momo is Kickass and You should too
So with the emergence of the anime becoming more and more popular, of course the fan base is growing and growing, I would even say to heights like seen in Fairy Tail, Naruto, etc.
However, with the series getting more popular, you are stuck with more….negative opinions about the characters that in my mind are sometimes just not necessary.
Now, this blog is normally Ochako and Kacchako and I intend to mostly keep it that way but lately, I’ve been seeing a lot of negative posts towards Momo and frankly, I’m heavily displeased by this, especially since she’s one of the most well portrayed girls in the series and it’s really heartbreaking on my end to see posts that essentially dismiss her for more shallow reasons that don’t need to be here.
I mean to start this off, are we going to simply forget that she came into UA on a recommendation and was a student that made even All Might shook when asked why Iida was the winner of the exercise
or how, even though the class didn’t know her, she was still voted to be Assistant Class President?
or how she was able to act calm and rational during the USJ villain fight?
or how she still managed to get the top grade in the midterm exams and didn’t get it to her head but actually acted BENEVOTELY and helped her classmates who asked her for help?
or how it was HER plan that got Todoroki and her to win the exam that they were fighting in?
But ya know, because of her BODY, we’re going to ignore that right? We’re going to ignore how amazing and how smart she is simply because of her body.
I won’t lie guys, I’ve heard people complaining about her quirk and even saying how bad her quirk is designed when it’s like??? It actually makes a lot of sense why it’s like that since she does create large objects like shields, spears, A FREAKING CANON, like it makes sense for her to need to use fat call throughout her body to be able to achieve that look.
Which brings me to talk about her costume. Oh boy, this is the one that when I first entered the fandom, no one really said anything but now that the series is more popular, everyone has become experts on body proportions and quirk designs and apparently fashion design since her costume isn’t good enough for her.
I mean look at the costume design that Horikoshi put in for her and how he planned that all out for her
At some point, yes I understand, Horikoshi is a pervert, sometimes his intentions aren’t the best, I get that. But consider this, even though he had the ability to make Ochako’s and Tsuyu’s costumes completely perverted, he chose against that. He had the perfect opportunity to indulge in that yet he didn’t. What I love about Horikoshi is that he thinks about the practicality of the quirks and designs the costumes based on that as well taking into consideration the character’s personality and what they would want.
So guys, at some point, reality check moment: Momo is comfortable with her body enough to wear a costume that she deemed necessary for the usage of her quirk. And she chose that design for that outfit and has not said a word about this entire series. She even had an opportunity to create it to be more closed and she chose not to. MOMO CHOSE HER OUTFIT AND VIEWS IT GOOD ENOUGH FOR HER HERO WORK.
In this moment too, I would like to share what even Midnight said during Episode 34 at the very beginning.
So another reality check: The only people who are saying it’s sexual are the people who are sexualizing her to begin with. Instead of viewing it as more of a practical thing that is designed for her quirk (which involves utilizing her fat cells and creating stuff through her skin), people begin to view as sexual and are condemning her for having a revealing costume. Which, to me personally, I find ironic since tumblr is filled with campaigns of free the nipple and the stopping of sexualization of breasts and female anatomy, yet look what’s happening here. People are taking her costume and saying she’s being sexualized for choosing a design that would give her optimal openness to use her quirk.
I mean look at how she used it in the Aizawa fight
Having that navel cavity helped her out immensely during this fight and she was able to create the alloy material in a much faster way with having access to areas where most of her fat is stored.
Which, I also heard people commenting on how Momo’s body doesn’t make sense and how skinny she is in comparison to her boobs (which I’ve seen that in real life, it’s not uncommon), but if you see in this spread
She actually isn’t the skinniest person in the world. Keep in mind that while she does use her fat cells to make stuff, she does also consume A LOT OF FOOD TOO to keep up with the level of activity too so she does get chubby sometimes so it’s a wrong assumption to think she has this INCRDIBLY PERFECT BODY WITH NO FAT when she does! Which only makes it only more natural and real!
Honestly, her entire arc in the beginning of the manga (or at least up into this exam point) has been so powerful, so realistic, and so amazingly well done.
I mean to consider, very similarly to Bakugou, while we haven’t gotten much of her backstory, given how she behaved in Season 1, we can have a somewhat assumption that she came from a great home and was well praised for her quirk. Obviously, her quirk isn’t one with a talent, she had to work immensely for it, but she must have been placed into situations where she was elevated and praised for how powerful her quirk is (like she was put in situations where she was able to be able to use her quirk to the fullest and not have much backfired).
Even Aizawa says this during their fight
Which does imply this isn’t a constant state she’s always been in, it’s one that has been gained since the sports festival (hence why the arguments that she should be shouldn’t be self confident are wrong).
Yet, with coming to UA and being in a hero course, after participating in the festival, well she starts to crumble and kind of doubt her abilities against the others
Like it starts off with her not getting a high ranking on the race
Then she mentioned the issue with the cavalry battle later on but definitely the heavy hitter for Momo was her fight with Tokoyami where she was left in shambles since she wasn’t able to make much on an impact on the fight itself (which this was amplified more in the anime than the manga itself).
Thus really bringing down her confidence. And now a lot of people screamed about how misogynist her hero training was and how demeaning it was which leads to 2 issues that some people forget about.
1. That there are multiple sides to being a hero. It’s not always the cookie cutter “fight villains, rescue people, rinse and repeat”. Even famous people in our society, even though their job is to act/sing/etc, they still go out and do publicity work and that’s what they do. It’s a part of being well known and using your abilities outside of the field you are in.
2. This was all part of Momo developing. This was just another way to bring Momo down a couple more notches. It’s a bit cruel and hard but this was a way for Horikoshi to get her out of her mindset and be exposed to something where her confidence could be lowered. Guaranteed if she was put into an actual hero training internship, she wouldn’t have been lowered as much as she did.
Which could lead the argument that it wasn’t necessary to have any of that stuff happen to her but consider, would she have gotten in this state if she didn’t have those things happen and accumulate?
And would she have gotten her confidence back from Todoroki/Aizawa and execute an amazing plan without that encouragement from those moments?
Probably not.
Ok this post is beginning to get way to long so I’m going to stop here before I go on and on and on about Momo. As much as Ochako is my best girl and I will forever sacrifice myself to her, even I have to admit Momo is utterly amazing and I only talked about what happened in the first 65 chapters. I didn’t even brush on how amazing she was during the invasion of the villains or how she managed to be a huge help in the rescue of Bakugou or even how kickass she was during the license exam (which she helped my princess Ochako and that pleased me so much). Momo is just more than the simple sexual object people are complaining her to be as, she’s an incredibly smart and amazing woman and Horikoshi put so much thought into her, more than what any of us could ever imagine. I am truly excited to see more of what she can do in the future and I hope she gains more fans since she truly deserves it.
TLDR; MOMO IS AMAZING, SEND HER LOVE YALL
#momo yaoyorozu#todomomo#todoroki shouto#aizawa shouta#bnha spoilers#uraraka ochako#katsuki bakugou#iida tenya#all might#toshinori yagi#midoriya izuku#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#yaoyorozu momo#lizwrites
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Day 1: Best book(s) I’ve read in 2017
There is no such thing as one favorite book. So I improvised by presenting my top 5 books in 2017:
(in no particular order)
1. The Book Thief
Given that this war book was written in modern day, it’s (surprisingly)( truthfully emotional. I remember crying my eyes out at the end and spending the next few days just laying around getting over it.
This is one of the book that I read in 3 different format: the first part in English paperback, the next in Vietnamese paperback, then finally finish by kindle, English again.
I love that this book doesn’t go out of its way to try to be philosophical and giving lesson and stuff. It was a pleasant read, though not an easy one.
Full review here: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1878747687
2. The Godfather:
This is no doubt one of the smartest, most ambitious book I’ve read. Mario Puzo was a great storyteller, and this classic showed depth while at the same time much thrilling. And whoever knows me would know my soft spot for crime stories - they just fascinate me and there is this exhilaration reading them.
I always want to re-read this masterpiece, but haven’t pulled enough courage to yet - it’s a pretty massive book. But probably soon - after I finish my uncountable TBR pile.
Full review: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1897865756
3. The Perks of Being A Wallflower
This is one of the book that left me with a mess. My review is still pretty much undone for it, as I can’t seem to write one that do it justice, and every time I think of it, all different feelings just tangle together.
I think after this book, many authors also wrote about the troubled youth and the mess of growing up and mental health. However, The Perks of Being A Wallflower would always remain the best, the most relatable, the most thoughtful one to me.
There is a kind of sadness that’s worse than being able to cry out loud - it is the one that you felt so heavy, but can’t cry. This is the book that would leave you with such sadness.
Read the mess of a review here: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1881515879
4. Call Me by Your Name
Tbh, I’m still not over this book. I would still, occasionally, pick the book up, stroke its beautiful blue cover, open it to a random page, read a paragraph, then proceed to sigh very loudly. Besides crime stories, I (not so) secretly enjoy melancholy in books a bit too much than I probably should, and this book is the perfect kind of melancholy I want. It has these little intimacies that only someone as observant, as sensitive as Elio could feel. The Italy summer only adds up to the feeling.
Also, watch the movie. It’s aesthetically perfect, great acting (Timothée was amazing as Elio), though I would still stand by the opinion that the book was better. Thank the lord for “Mystery of Love” though.
(me reading CMBYN)
As I said in my review: “this book touched the deepest thoughts within your soul, thoughts that you don’t even realize you had, or feelings you never knew how to put into words”.
Full version here: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2159448386
5. Wonder:
It is such. a. simple. book! And it’s so good, so heartwarming, so positive yet so emotional. Everyone should read this book! Every character is very human, very real, very worth cheering and crying for.
Full review: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2203654529
And there you have it! My top 5 books of 2017.
#lizwrites#writing challenge#books#the book thief#the godfather#the perks of being a wallflower#call me by your name#cmbyn#wonder#top 5
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@machidielontheway replied to your post: i’ve never written an academic essay in my life...
!! 18 :D
age 18 was aaaaall about final fantasy vi. specifically edgar figaro/locke cole. i actually have two (2!!!) fics that i wrote back then that won prizes in a fanfiction contest, and i recieved for them Real Money, but they weren’t slash, so i’m posting the goddamn slash. special shoutout to my girl @skillethelm whom i met thru ed/locke thanks roxana for making ff6 years some of the most fun i’ve ever had <3
"Were you waiting long?"
"Nah," Locke lied, "I just got here a few minutes ago." He glanced down at the cover of the book with an unhappy look on his face and tossed it none-too-gently towards Edgar's bookshelf. It missed, and remained laying closed on the floor. Locke sighed. "I'm not picking it up."
"You don't have to. I do have maids, you know." Edgar chuckled, now, at Locke's rolling his eyes. Locke thought his maids were silly, too. "So what did you come by for, anyway? Not politics, is it?"
"Oh, so now I need a reason to come see you?" Locke teased. "Maybe I came by just to make out."
Edgar grinned. "Not that I have any objections, my dear thief - "
"Treasure hunter."
" - right, right - but I must say...you seem rather troubled," Edgar finished softly. Locke didn't look at him. "Locke."
Dark eyes finally found Edgar's and Locke sighed, laughing a little at himself. "I dunno. I guess I was hoping you'd tell me for sure there was no such thing as magic and I was being a dumbass for even wondering."
"What?"
"It's kind of like reading ghost stories right before you go to bed," Locke said. "It's stupid and only makes you worry over nothing and you shouldn't do it."
Edgar's eyes widened at the implications of this. "You're going to Vector?"
#liz answers asks#kinda#machidielontheway#lizwrites#liz's ff stuff#liz makes stuff#listen the maids were backgrounds ocs maid gossip was a frequent plot device#after awhile we gave them so much personality that two of them ran off and got hitched in a maid lesbian wedding#edgar and locke who? lmao
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I fell in love with words
As easy as my heart spoke them loud
Yet almost too distant
And as hard as my mind managed to pull it together.
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Diary (p.p)
this was 1,507 words god bless
requested by : @lizwritings 😍
warnings: swearing, angst???? , fluff ????
The fact that Peter Benjamin Parker had invited you, (Y/N) (L/N), over his house to study for your Spanish test on Thursday was absolutely phenomenal. But, you were flipping out.
The guy who took up a good portion of your diary, the guy who you thought would put Clark Kent to justice had invited you to his humble home. But, hey, what’s the worse that could happen? You guys would just be studying and helping each other pronounce words.
~*~*~*~*~*
You were wrong. You were so fucking wrong to the point where it could be the dumbest thought you’ve ever conjured.
“Hey, (Y/N), since we’re on the topic of movies, what’s yours?” Peter asked, looking up from his textbook to look at you, “mine is anything dealing with Star Wars.”
“O-Oh, umm, me? Well. . . I’m particularly fond of (Movie Name), but Star Wars is cool as well...” you said, doing your best to avoid his eyes.
“Really? Have you watched the latest one?” He asked, the excitement in his tone causing you to let out a quiet laugh.
“Ahhh, no? I’ve only watched a few movies,” you weren’t lying exactly if it meant watching 3 movies and getting 30 minutes into it then falling asleep.
It was silent. You immediately racked your brain of what you could’ve said to make him so quiet. Looking up you seen him looking at you with a goofy smile.
“Peter?”
“(Y/N) we gotta have a movie marathon.”
That sealed the deal.
“Oh, hey! Peter! Wow, we’ve been studying for a while now how about I go down the street and get us a pizza? Yeah? Okay! See you in a few,” you’ve never walked out of a room so fast.
Peter stared after you before he checked the time on his phone. 8:37 P.M., he shrugged realizing he was a bit hungry anyway.
To be honest, he was trying to get to know you better. After a pep talk with Ned and a slap on the ass from MJ to get him to grow a pair and ask you if you wanted to come over and study and you accepting had his heart racing for the rest of the day.
And now, he was wondering if he blew it, seeing you rush out of his house knocked his confidence down a few levels, but at least he knew you were coming back because you left your backpack.
He told himself that he could be a good friend by taking out the green textbook for you since that was the one with the most facts that would help you tremendously on the test.
Grabbing your backpack he began rummaging through it, spotting the green textbook and spotting another small book that he hasn’t seen.
Setting the green book next to your seat he grabbed the little book, wondering if it was something you kept your notes in. He opened it to a random page titled September 7th, 20XX
“This is recent,” he muttered , scanning the page that had his name on it a few times.
“...this is really cliché, but is it wrong to think that Peter could be the Clark Kent to my Louis Lane? Or the Romeo to my Juliet, minus the dying parts though, because I feel like it could be. Ever since the first day, Peter caught my eye. There was something about him. . . something different. I didn’t notice it until a month ago that I realized that Peter is something equivalent to my soulmate, but it’s like a love triangle??? No a love line, like my heart belongs to Peter. . .but he’s pining over Liz who quite possibly likes him back. . .hell I wouldn’t know, wow this entry isn’t making any sending so I’m just going to leave it here. I’m gonna end the entry with what I say all the time, but in a different language, since we have a Spanish test on Thursday, which I actually need to start studying for. Te amo, Peter B. Parker.”
Holy shit. Holy shit. Oh, wow, oh Lord.
“Peter. . .did you just read my diary?” He jumped at the sound of your voice, not even hearing you come in even though the smell of pizza was prominent. Looking up at you he nearly wished he could turn back time and made a different choice because the hurt and heartbreak in your eyes is the worst punishment he could ever receive.
You quickly walked over to him and grabbed your diary and shoving it in your backpack. You grabbed your other study materials and put them in your backpack.
“The pizza’s on the counter,” was the last thing you said before leaving. And, he just let you go.
The next day at school was absolute hell for the both of you with you trying to avoid Peter at all costs while he was trying to get your attention.
“What’d you do to her?” Ned asked during lunch as he and Peter watched you and MJ from afar, “I read her diary,” Peter sighed.
“You read her what?! Peter, I’d ask if you we’re high, but I know that’s unlikely. Dude, what were you thinking?!” Ned slapped Peter on the back of his head.
“I wasn’t, but Ned, it said ‘Te Amo, Peter B. Parker’ doesn’t ‘te amo’ mean ‘i love you’ in Spanish?” Peter asked which caused Ned to roll his eyes, “I don’t know, you take Spanish, you tell me.”
“It does! And, I always thought (Y/N) was cute, but the fact that she likes me is a different story,” Peter picked at the food on his tray with his fork. “A good or bad different type of story?” Ned asked.
Peter looked up from his tray to look at you. He took in how you looked, how your eyes shone with every type of emotion, how nice your hair looked everyday, and the laugh that he never knew he needed until now.
“It’s a great different.”
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On your way home you thought about how Peter longingly looked at you after lunch every time you were in the halls or when you were in the same class.
It felt weird, not a good or bad type of weird, just a bit abnormal. The type of weird that had to make you think about what it would mean. Which is exactly what you were going to do once you reached your house.
Saying hello to your (parent(s)/caregiver(s)) you went to your room and you swore you would’ve jumped out of your skin with the sight that was in front of you.
Spider-Man.
Fucking Spider-Man was sitting on your bed. In your room.
“Oh, hey,” he said, which caused you to put as much distance between you and him. His voice was surprisingly demonic and deep.
“Shit, Karen!” He turned away from you, whispering, “I told you to disguise my voice not turn me into a demon! Just turn it off.”
He sighed before turning back to you, “Hi,” he waved at you and you weakly waved back, “w-what are you doing here? In my house, in my room...?” you questioned after closing your door.
“I came to apologize,” he said which confused you, “you’ll figure it out in a second, (Y/N),” he told you and you got an odd sense of familiarity with the way he said your name.
“I didn’t mean to read it, (Y/N), I swear I didn’t...I was just trying to help get your books out and I thought you kept your notes in that little book. So, I read it. And I know I should’ve stopped when I seen it wasn’t, but hell (Y/N) you called me the Clark Kent to your Louis Lane and I couldn’t help but read it. (Y/N), I’m so sorry and...I just wanna tell you that the feelings are reciprocated. I love you, (Y/N),” he sniffled before hanging his head down. He sounded on the verge of tears. Spider-Man was going to cry in front of you?
“Wait. . .wait. . .Peter? Peter Parker, i–is that you...?” When he didn’t respond you walked closer to him and laid your hand on his cheek, raising his face so you could look at his big, white eyes. Your hand slowly trailed to his neck, where the end of his mask was.
“Is this okay?” you asked him, he nodded, and you slowly lifted his mask up. Above his chin, over his nose and finally it was off, revealing the boy who you came to love.
“Peter...” you were speechless as you felt yourself tearing up before hugging him tightly, catching him off guard only for a moment before he wrapped his arms around you just as tight.
“Te amo, Peter,” you said into the crevice between his neck and shoulder blade. He smiled before raising your head and placing a soft kiss onto your lips before smiling against them, “te amo, (Y/N).”
#tom holland#tom holland imagine#peter parker#tom holland x reader#tony stark#avengers#avengers x reader#infinity war#peter parker x reader#but tom holland is beautiful#requested#requests#asked#ask#fanfiction#writing
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Book Review: Demon King (Claimed By Lucifer #1)
Book Review: Demon King (Claimed By Lucifer #1) by @lizwrites
5⭐️'s // If you’re a fan of the show Lucifer, then you’re absolutely 100% going to love this book.
#bookpost #bookblog #bloggerswanted #bloggerstribe #bloggingcommunity #bookish #bookreview
Title: Demon King
Author: Elizabeth Briggs
Pub. Date: October 28, 2020
Pages: 306
Pub: Independently Published
Genre: Paranormal Fantasy Romance
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
I made a deal with the devil. Now he’s claimed me as his mate.When my best friend goes missing in Las Vegas, there’s only one man I can turn to for help.Lucas Ifer. Billionaire playboy. CEO of Abaddon Inc. King of Sin City.And…the…
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Darling, are you ready for more? Ch. 2
Pairing: Fem ! Jiang Cheng/Wei Wuxian
Rating: Explicit
Words: 13,298 ; (completed; 25,369 total)
Notes: This chapter is 95% explicit 5% plot; tags are updated and reading additional warnings in description on the fic for complete descriptions of what may pop up;
Written for @omiixcx 2024 event ~ April 23rd -chrysanthemum ; joy ; mix & match themes: genderswap ; dominant / submissive
Summary:
Wei Wuxian's evolving relationship with Jiang Cheng over the years.
I love you, I love you, I love you, she thought deliriously.
#chengxian#mdzs#yay I finished this fic#so soothing for the soul to have zero angst and happy femchengxian#lizwrites
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Hiii, im liz/vivi, and this is my page !! 🫶🏻🍰
i write fanfics, post about random stuff and am in way to many fandoms !!
my tags: #[liztalks] , #[lizwrites] , #[liz’s anons]
i do write smut for some of my fanfictions, but i dont put ‘minors dni’ in them because i cant control your internet usage or media consumption.
who i write for:
sturniolo triplets
evan peters/his characters ( besides dahmer)
spiderman
scream
avatar
obx (mostly rafe or pope)
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what i write:
smut
fluff
comfort
angst
period
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what i wont write:
r*pe/r*pe kinks
incest
weird kinks (any bodily fluids,etc.)
pregnancy (it makes me uncomfortable)
and more, just ask
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mutuals:
@59candelas
dm me if u wanna be added !! 🩰
#scream x reader#evan peters x reader#matt sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo x reader#sturniolo triplet x reader#spiderman x reader#avatar x reader#[liztalks]#obx#obx fanfiction#rafe obx#rafe cameron x reader
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Some thoughts on identity
Some thoughts on identity. #LizCultivates #LizMakesStuff #amblogging #babbling
I announced this on Twitter earlier this week, but I have officially rebranded as “LizCultivates” on Twitter and Instagram as an extension of the “Liz Makes” branding that I’m now using here on this site.
https://twitter.com/LizCultivates/status/1438517694412693509?s=20
I’ve been waffling on changing it for a while. The “LizWrites” has been part of my identity for so long that it’s difficult to…
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“Storms”
Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako ; Midoriya Izuku and Uraraka Ochako
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako
Rating: G
Word Count: 1121
Inktober Prompt 2 - Barefoot
Summary: When Ochako can't fall asleep, she goes to her beloved friend's room for some comfort.
A/N: SO LIKE I don’t do summaries at all, apparently I don’t even know how, especially for small stories like this but please bear with me and my old grandma soul. So this time I decided to go a little out of my comfort zone and write a type of Izuocha fic which I’ve always wanted to do but never had the prompt for. Well THERE YA GO, it’s mostly centered around Ochako but it should still fulfill the part I think. OTL I hope yall enjoy this short little mess!
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The thunder that was booming outside, causing vibrations against the thickened walls of the dorm buildings, resonated with the storm that was fumigating in Ochako’s mind. Tosses and turns filled the bed with sweat and wrinkles as she tried to strum herself to sleep but failing at each turn. Her closed eyes twitched as she tried to deplete the unwavering worries that rested within the lobes of her mind. Recollections of today’s training event clouded her mind, sending her back to when she was arched over with breakfast resurfacing from her mouth, to being beaten by Katsuki punches that landed even in her stomach of emotions, to even the scolding of teachers who attempted to critique her technique but ultimately spiraling down even further in her series of perfectionism.
Today was a day that made her question the motivations behind staying at this school. Sure, she was a chosen one out of 300, she made enough of impact that the instructors found her abilities to soar and even offer internships that increased her own muscle mass. However, especially on a day where her mind was off, seeing the capabilities each student had that stood them out in the crowd made her question the idea of gravitation that lay dormant in the tips of her fingers. It was a test of strength each day at UA that brought her knees metaphorically down and prayed to the deity to keep her feet moving.
Yet somehow, she found herself waking up every morning with an innate inspiration that surged in her soul and got her pump her fists in vivacity each and every day. And that happened with the reflection of Izuku splotched in her mind. Everything about Izuku was admirable; sure he was plain looking with only redeeming freckles to mask his plain face but his heart pulsated with fortitude and he would pick up anyone in need with the same smile that the greatest hero plastered on his own face. Everything about him redeemed to be a great hero and Ochako’s eyes sparkled in resolve to match his motions to inherit the same conviction.
Deku…..Deku…..Deku…..
Ochako’s senses called out to him, creating sensational ghost of his arms that wrapped around her waist with protectiveness. It was as if she could hear whispers of his voice tingling in her ear, hitching her breath as his imaginary figure held her close and made her heart beat faster and faster until it was crashing into the walls of her chest.
Soon, it became apparent to her what she needed. She needed Izuku. She needed to hear his voice. She needed to see his body. She needed to be held by him. He was the calming force she needed to fall asleep on this murky nightfall.
Swiping her keys from her simplistic desk that she hoped would be remodeled one day to match the fancy ones of Momo or Mina, she quickly escaped the confounds of her room, quietly closing the door to room so the hinges wouldn’t give away her sudden escape. With the memorization of Izuku’s room number and floor engraved in her mind from all the times she visited, she moved swiftly to where his room resided, her bare feet making small thumps of sound as she tried to keep her noise to a minimum.
After turns and twists and hiding behind pillars that would take eye movement away from the robot, Ochako finally turned the corner onto Izuku’s floor, a sense of alleviation calming in her core as she could see his room number from the side. Pitter pattering to his dorm, she stood outside, her body symmetrical to the edges of the door frame as her bare feet sunk into the cushions of the carpet. Gulping down the apprehension that built in her throat, she lifted her hand to give the signature knock Izuku would recognize in a flash.
Yet, in the motion of her knock, her hand stuck and froze, completely solidified in its position. Her mouth clenched as she tried once more to get it to do the knocking motions but it wouldn’t budge. An unresolved force kept her from wanting Izuku’s attention and she knew from the beatings of Katsuki that aggressiveness of what she desired needed to be outspoken more.
With determination creasing in her eyebrows, she attempted to knock again until she could hear a distinct behind the wooden door being broken up, speaking only in fragmented sentences. Worry set into her eyebrows as they furrowed in and she lightly pressed her body against the wooden texture of the door to hear the conversation. In retrospect, she couldn’t hear much, the only thing she knew for certain was the mumblings of Izuku’s banter as he was explaining the battle plan for a mission he was called on. However, Ochako’s perceptiveness noticed something different about his voice, something that made it garbled and as if it was submerged in water.
Izuku was crying.
Ochako couldn’t make hold of the details, they were jumbled after all, but she could hear Izuku’s pain coming from his voice, something holding onto that passionate heart of his and crushing it within its scaly and demonic hands. Glimpses of the word mom could be ringed into Ochako’s ear lobe and she immediately stepped back, understanding the feeling all too well. She could recall all the phone calls she made to her parents back at home, even just the one she had a few hours ago where her own tears spilled down her cheek. Though, since coming to UA, she had to grow accustomed to the lifestyle of singular living, learning how to fend on her own with only access to her family behind the flip phone she carried heavily in her pocket. This dorm life wasn’t anything new to her but it was for others and Izuku’s cries reminisced her about the initial calls she made, trying to hold back the buds of water from caressing down her face. She could only imagine the pain others including Izuku were going through and her eyes locked down on her fist as she brought it closer to her waist.
Staring at the interlocked nature of her fingers, Ochako released them and made her arm go limp to the side of her torso as she looked down at her bare feet, in a sense apologizing to them for causing the work to make this unnecessary journey. Leaving Izuku to be with his mother, the feet that took her to his room took her back to her own plain looking own, a small disappointed smile appearing on her face as memories flourished back into her mind to keep her occupied on the trip back.
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About me and reading and writing
Ever since my earliest memory, I’ve been reading. I was able to read when I was 3 by just looking at newspapers and books that my parents and grandparents left flaying all around. When in kindergarten I was always alone in the reading corner, re-reading the same 5 books that were available there, and I was the only one in that corner - as for my friends couldn’t read then, and no one bothered to try anyway. Reading was boring, compared to action figure and dolls.
Mom told me stories, and I was always demanding for more, and before I knew it, many classic novels became familiar. I begged for lengthier books and finishing one felt so good - like I’ve accomplished a challenge. I was always reading. My presents for any occasion are usually books. My favorite weekend ‘getaway’ was to bookstores.
Then came the awkward phase - secondary school. Apparently, hardly anybody read anymore. Reading is nerdy, is boring, and it’s high-maintenance (for some fucking reasons). Needless to say, I hated secondary school. I tried reading manga and comics and shit, like a cool person (or at least that’s what I thought). Tbh, it’s an interesting world, but in the long run, not really my cup of tea. But I started writing in secondary school, and got a few stories published on a rather big teen magazine and even made a few bucks for myself. It’s probably the highlight of that period, but life slapped me in the face - the editor would edit the shit out of my babies that I hardly recognized them anymore, and my writing inspiration just died. It died so hard I still couldn’t revive it to its old glory on this day. But believe me, I’m trying. What’s the point of reading if you don’t want to start writing yourself?
The longest reading block I’ve ever had was some time during high school. There were a lot of things in mind that reading just stop being a habit - and I felt terribly guilty for abandoning it. But I tried to pick one up and just couldn’t find the motivation to finish it. When reading feels like a chore, then just stop.
The reading block continued painfully until I got my Kindle in university. Suddenly I read again, and somehow it felt so easy, so natural, like it was never gone. Since then my books and I have been together on a rather smooth relationship, with occasional short bumps of reading block, which were never longer than a few weeks. I found Goodreads and began taking challenges and writing reviews for books I read, and secretly fuelling my love for writing again.
I can’t imagine how dull my life would have been without books. I take reading very seriously and always wanted to make a living out of it. Maybe I should learn about publishing, or become a professional book reviewer. How cool would that be? Providing that I’d earn enough to survive ofc.
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