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ongoing projects:
[bnha] binding magic and other medievalisms, a medievalist fantasy shinsou/reader.
viper. tom holland/fem!lawyer!reader, chapter 12. thank you for being so, so patient with me on this one. i feel pressure to be “clever” with this, so it’s harder to write. i have not abandoned it, and it will be finished. there will probably be two or three more chapters.
upcoming projects:
[bnha] companion to binding magic and other medievalisms. monoma/reader--a different reader character than bmaom's protagonist but set in the same universe
[bnha] [multi-chaptered] pro-hero!shinsou/reader. reader keeps popping up at crime scenes of a certain villain shinsou is tracking, and no one can figure out why.
[pokemon] [oneshot] grusha/reader. the power goes out after a gym challenge.
[pearl at the soul of the world] [oneshot] fix-it fic. not an x reader.
shaping loose ideas into a plot for:
[haikyuu] kitsune!miya atsumu/reader
[jjk] arranged marriage inumaki/reader
[mystic messenger] saeran/reader, companion to the love is real series on ao3. exploring sexual dynamics and kink in the light of mint eye trauma.
[genshin impact] tartaglia/reader, in which reader is isekai’d into genshin impact and is thoroughly unhelpful, bc she’s never played genshin impact. for accuracy, i have not and will not play genshin impact. this will be written solely based on cultural osmosis. if you can convince me something is canon, i’ll work to include it
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If you're writing 18th century dialogue, this website lets you search words and phrases to double-check whether they were in use & meant what you intend. It doesn't include every period-accurate use of a word/phrase, but it certainly helped me separate genuine 18th century grammar from the vague tangle of 💬old-fashioned fancy-speak💬 I've internalized from TV and video games.
The Dictionnaire de l'Académie Française is useful if you're writing / reading in French because when you enter a word on the entry page, it takes you to the most modern result - but you can check the word's meaning in earlier editions of the Dictionnaire going back to 1694.
In the example below, I searched for 'chercher' (see what I did there?) and the results I got were from the most recent edition - but if you click on any of the tabs I've ringed in red on the screenshot, you can get results from previous editions. Just choose the one that most closely precedes the date your writing is set / whatever you're reading was written.
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The Gojo and Geto vampire thing you posted…….yes🫨🫶🏽.
Their eyes are human, yet so much more.
Gojo's are a dazzling blue, so intensely bright that you could swear they're diamond filled, refracting glimmers in all angles. Light finds him, even in the dark. In the pitch of night, you can see the flash of him looking your way, a ghost cutting through the room to haunt you.
When you flip on the light, he flinches comically hard. The man has perched himself on your kitchen island, legs tucked under him with a child, watching the front door with rapt interest
"Ow, geez-" He throws a hand over his eyes in mock pain- on second thought, maybe real. "That's bright."
You drop your bag on the table and shrug off your coat. Gojo's shoes are off of the rack, scattered as if someone tripped over them and kicked them into oblivion. You regret letting him into your house because he treats it as an open invitation. Somehow, through locked doors and barred windows, he's in there, waiting for you.
"It's creepy when you lurk in the dark like that. Turn a lamp on or something."
"I don't need light." He stands with a mischievous smile, far too many teeth showing. In a stride, he's on you, pushing forward with such a speed that you're forced into stepping back against the door. Those bright eyes focus on you completely, but they don't feel like they're boring into you. No, the blue is inviting, pulling you in with a siren's song to lure you into swimming in them. "And maybe I wanted to surprise you."
His skin is chilled. It's uncomfortable when he brushes against your arm, trailing up towards your shoulder. He tips his head with a slow tilt, like an owl eyeing it's prey. The pupils constrict hard, angled, sharp, strange, a shark in the ocean-
"Or-" His tongue flicks over a sharpening molar. "Maybe I wanted to scare you."
A breath is caught in your throat. It's a vampire tactic, an ability they lord over humans without a second thought: the thrall. It tickles the outskirts of your mind, pulling you along.
"Unbotton your top."
And you obey. A puppet string moves your hands, bringing your hands to the buttons and popping them open one by one. Gojo leans back to get a good look, stopping you once your tits are exposed.
"You got a nice vein right here on your boob, under the surface. Could sink my teeth into it and just go to town. Drink until your heart has nothing left to pump," Gojo says, dipping in, icy breath against the crook of your neck as his fingers meander over your collarbone and down your sternum. "Wouldn't it be so embarrassing to die from me sucking your tit?"
Through your bra your skin goes electric with his touch as he glides over you-
and then honks your tit like a play horn.
"Or I could just play with 'em."
The thrall releases and you shove him away with all your strength. He's laughing all the meanwhile, stumbling over his own goddamn shoes like a moron.
"You're such an asshole." Your heartbeat is wild in your chest and you know that he hears it.
"Come on, baby," Gojo croons. "I was just playing-"
He juts out his lower lip in mock sorrow, batting his white eyelashes like he's a Disney princess. With a roll of the eyes, you brush by him and he follows into the kitchen.
"I was waiting for you all in the dark so I could surprise you with a little quickie by the door." He comes back to you and walks his fingers up your arm. "Lights off... Maybe you wouldn't even know it's me-"
"She'd know."
Geto's eyes are black. Impossibly black. They swallow light, engulf it. Everything in the room seems to warp when you stare into them, as if time and space cannot escape their draw.
He leans against the door frame to your room like he belongs there, hair still wet from a shower. Geto has the decency to pay you something for rent and utilities, so you don't really mind him using all of the building's hot water. (You do mind him using your fancy shampoos, but-"
"How would she know?" Gojo presses.
"I don't fuck like a jackhammer."
Gojo and Geto are a joint deal. They aren't Together, but they are always in the other's periphery, circling. Sleeping with both of them wasn't your plan, but they don't seem to mind. It's not a secret; you spend some nights with Gojo in your bed and some nights with Geto. They never share you at the same time, despite your hints that you wouldn't mind.
"Oh, she likes The Hammer." Gojo cups his crotch. Geto rolls his eyes and looks towards you with a knowing smile. Gojo fucks, Geto caresses. He works you slow until you cum and cum and cum, so much so that you're more sore with him than the "jack hammer."
"Are you with in tonight?" Geto asks.
"I was planning on it," you reply.
He paces around tying his hair up with a tie at his own pace. His clothes smell like... something. You can't place it and you wish you could bury your nose in him and breath it in until you knew it by heart. "I'll be out."
"Shame.'
His gaze flickers up and down you and a chill runs down your spine. The buttons of your too are still undone and half of one nipple is out; he clearly enjoys the view. His dark hair slips a bit, running down the back of his neck. He carries an exhaustion, one that sits heavy in his shoulders and dark under his eyes. "It is."
You eye him back. He might be the vampire, but you want your teeth sunk into him, so hard he can never attempt to disappear into the night again. You don't know where either of them go: presumably to feed. A lick of jealousy eats into you whenever you think about him with his mouth on someone else.
"More time for me," Gojo says. The two of them share a look as Geto silently heads towards the door. He slips on his shoes (placed neatly in the rack) and turns to you once more.
"Bye." He makes the word sound intimate.
"Bye," you say back, equally as cool, but with an undercurrent of warmth.
Once the door closes behind him, Gojo whines.
"You like him more than me."
Of course you do. Gojo is all teeth and threats, a turbulent sea that would carry no guilt in drowning you, while Geto is a comforting force, a cave you could lose yourself in forever.
You shrug and walk towards the bathroom.
"I'm not having sex with you after that shit you just pulled." The two of you always have sex when you're alone.
"I could thrall you into it," he calls after you, trailing five steps behind. "Gimme some pussy. Lemme eat it."
There's a tease of compulsion, but nothing real, just a tease to rile you up. Gojo, in all his faults, would never force you into that. He likes an active participant too much for that.
"Oh, it's working," you say sarcastically, even as you begin to shed your shirt. "Oh, I just have to have you."
Gojo laughs.
"Let's see if Suguru left us any hot water," you say. "Bring the hammer."
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i feel like your group of close knit characters would work better less as a found family and more as a ride or die indie rock band a la lemonade mouth. “whos the mom friend” shut up. whos the bassist.
i have access to powers and locations that he cannot access independently; he needs my help to navigate the world i've brought him to
i simply found him outside and abducted him one day
there are many cats in the world, but this one is the best and my most favorite. why? because he was available to abduct that morning and for very little other reason.
i have a much greater understanding of this world than him, but he has unshakable confidence in his ability to figure it out and i find that really cute
the power dynamic is fundamentally unbalanced, but i let him have a little audacity. a little combativeness and sass. as a treat.
some humans are needlessly cruel to cats or take them in for a short time before neglecting or abandoning them. but i have chosen to love and guard this one with my life. because i think he's neat.
he is very well-treated and has pretty much everything he could possibly want or need, but he is my prisoner.
You feed him food found nowhere in nature, but that tastes reminiscent of things he could eat- birds and mammals.
You could give him divine treats at any time that taste so much better than food it might drive him a little mad wanting more. You do not give them to him on any schedule he can discern.
You can lay a dry powder on the ground which causes him to lose his mind a little and behave differently for a short time should he inhale any of it. Sometimes this is inside of his entertainment for the day, and he becomes your entertainment.
You create illusions on flat surfaces that look like prey or other things, illusions that move and sound like they are real and yet when he touches them he finds only cold, flat walls.
You give him prey he cannot eat, prey that are bright colors and make strange sounds and may look nothing like real prey and yet he is enticed to chase and kill, especially the small, uncatchable red dot.
You sleep in a nest of impossibly soft material, and allow him to share this space to sleep beside you, and even to sleep there when you are gone.
Sometimes you disappear and he can find no way to follow or escape in your absence. You create and destroy openings in solid walls at your convenience.
You speak a language he cannot understand, and sometimes you say garbled words in the language of his children, and so he speaks back to you like a mother does a child in the hopes you will understand him and sometimes you seem to.
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bakugou saying attagirl. and since english isn’t his first language, i feel he heard it on tv once and then said it to you. assuming he’s used it in the right context, pronounced correctly, said to the right person (you). and he says it when you’ve done something well, something he’s proud of and you look up at him with these big shiny glowy eyes. you clutch onto his bicep and now he’s proud of himself that he made you look at him like that.
