I've moved to marahuyos for a fresh new start! I've cut ties with some fandoms that I don't enjoy as much anymore and moving on to things that I'm currently fixating over!
I've moved to marahuyos for a fresh new start! I've cut ties with some fandoms that I don't enjoy as much anymore and moving on to things that I'm currently fixating over!
If you want to post other things and take a break from writing, thatās absolutely fine. Iāve taken writing requests before, and itās definitely overwhelming at times. You want to make a fresh start? Go on ahead. You want to take a break and enjoy other things? Iām fine with whatever you post. I enjoy your writing Snowpea, but Iām also fine with whatever choice you make in the future.
It's more like me wanting to have a fresh start again bc wow, i started this blog 5 years ago! I've definitely written a whole lot and I really did enjoy my time doing this!
It's just that I've become slowly getting... Tired? Burned out? From all those years of writing and its kinda hitting me full force rn. I wouldn't say that I don't like writing anymore, its just that the fun that I had before isn't here in my recent works.
One of the reasons is definitely abt new fandoms and me just leaving old fandoms behind. But then I get anxious bc what if the people who requested me about those fandoms suddenly see me dropping them and then i feel guilty :<
And its a stupid reason bc i know that im the writer, im supposed to be setting boundaries for myself and my works, but theres always a nagging feeling that just wouldn't go away
Sorry for the word vomit. I needed to get that out of my chest
Sorry if im not as posting as often as i wanted, my internet got cut off and im trying to write and post using data :<
And idk, i feel like me writing on this blog feels like an obligation? Like i dont enjoy writing as much as I have before. Dont get me wrong, i love the support that all of you have given me but sometimes i wonder if i might be disappointing some people bc i tend to deviate a lot and post things that you don't even follow me for.
I might be getting old or smth but i kinda want to start fresh? Idk, i'll wait it out and see
Might I request a Little witch academia crossover? For Christmas Luna Nova is letting students family visit, Akko's grandpa drops by but heres the thing. Everyone expects a sweet old man yeah? But what they get is an old Kazuma Kiryu. Old as dirt but still tough as nails, and stern-faced as ever. Your the only one I can trust to do this mix right
CW (CONTENT WARNING): None
āļø Snowpea's words: SKDNFJJDND THIS SOUNDS SO FUNNY LIKE IMAGINE THE INTRODUCTION SEQUENCE FOR NEW CHARACTERS IN YAKUZA BUT THEN IT SHOWS YASMINKA
- It all started with Akko speaking (loudly) on the phone.
- Of course, she was always loud. Even when she's speaking privately with someone on the phone, there's like a 3-foot radius of how loud her voice reaches out to people. Even Sucy and Lotte have to stand back from Akko instead of the other way around.
- But this certain phone conversation piqued both the girls (Lotte) interest. Akko mentioned briefly about her grandfather visiting for the holidays and that "You shouldn't feel embarrassed, you're just visiting is all!
- Word soon got out to Amanda and her group and soon Diana and her group. While some don't seem to care, Akko's enthusiasm that her friends could meet her grandpa was both infectious and nauseating.
- Soon, the witches all came together and try to meet the mysterious grandfather Akko is so excited for. While the rest of the girls met their families again, the thought of meeting Akko's grandfather weighed on their minds; what would her grandfather be like? Is he just as hyperactive as Akko? Or is he just a sweet old man who dotes on his granddaughter?
- They soon got their answer when Akko's excited screech rang in their eardrums. While some of the others glared at her for yelling, they followed to finally meet her--
- Built as hell grandpa?!
- "Everyone!" Akko started, patting the grey coat excitedly. "This is my grandpa!"
- Instead of looking down at a supposed little old man, they had to crane their necks to see a ruggedly handsome face. He doesn't even look that old!
- He bowed and the girls still had to crane their necks because of how tall he was. "Kazuma Kiryu. I hope Akko hasn't been much trouble."
- An undignified yell coming from Akko that she didn't cause that much trouble. While Hannah and Barbara would love to double down on her, the sight of a tall, well-built old guy who can possibly hurt someone made them quake in their boots.
- It was only Diana who didn't judge Kiryu's stare. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Kiryu."
- He awkwardly returned the bow. "Likewise, uh..."
- "Diana Cavendish, sir."
- Thanks to Diana breaking the ice, the girls soon felt comfortable talking to Kiryu. The most talkative of the bunch were Amanda, Hannah and Barbara who kept pestering Kiryu on how a lug like him manages to tame a puppy like Akko. While said girl almost went and pummeled the three of them, Kiryu's little smile stopped her and soon he's recounting stories on taking care of her and her parents.
Omg that last Zhongli fic you wrote is pure perfection and somehow so in character?!?! Itās just like Zhongli to not break his work contract and continue working. Will there be a continuation for when they get home??
AAAHHHH THANK YOU ANON!!!
And depends,,, honestly im still pissed at my pulls on his banner that i wanna cry skskskks
phantom for the christmas letter and gift thing?? keep up the good work btw <3
From, Phantom
Christmas Letter and Gift event
After a day that had dragged on for so long that you were almost certain it had no end, you returned to your room ready to collapse on your bed and fall asleep. However, instead of an empty room, you are greeted by a visitor; a familiar two-tailed black cat sat on your bed, staring at you expectantly.
You blink, stepping further into your room ā...Miss Christine?ā Her cerulean eyes look into yours, and with grace she hops from your bed and circles your ankles, rubbing her head on your legs. Before you can pet her, she quickly slips away toward your desk, jumping on your chair before sitting on your desktop.
Itās then that you notice the black envelope closed with a gold wax seal placed on your desk, hardly inconspicuous among your other white sheets of paper. The design on the seal is ornate, but doesnāt make the letter particularly showy. Still, you can tell itās important; thereās nothing written on the front or back of the envelope, but itās obviously addressed to you - why else would be it sitting there on your desk in the middle of the night? The real question was the senderās identity.
You take a seat at your desk, and Miss Christine relaxes with her eyes still fixed on you as your fingers gently open the envelope; an effusive smile finds its way to your lips as your eyes recognize the neat cursive writing on the paper inside of it, and you immediately know who the letter is from.
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My dearest [name],
The Christmas season is the most wondrous time of the year for most. Iāve noticed that, like anywhere else, Rhodes Island and its residents have their own celebratory rituals for the Holidays, and for some, any sign that Christmas is near is enough to bring the brightest of smiles to their faces; perhaps itās that way for you as well? To see you, my little kitten, grinning at the sight of snowflakes or Christmas sweets on the table in the staff loungeā¦.just the thought brings palpitations to my heart.
In Victoria, Christmastime is celebrated very widely. Gales of laughter fill the streets and vibrant lights illuminate smiling faces; where was I during Holiday celebrations? I was on the stage, performing extravagantly with those who were part of the theatre troupe I travelled with. The shows would pertain to Christmas, of course, with revelers dancing and my voice leaving me in an almost mirthful manner; but those days have long passed.
Forgive me, little kitten. The purpose of me writing to you is not to overbear you with my dolorous thoughts.
Since Oripathy ended everything, Christmas has passed like any other shadow does; I donāt celebrate the Holidays nor have I ever particularly wished to. Until the day I encountered you.
[Name], this world and its society have lost its way. People keep themselves blinded; they ignore the shadows, and once they are forced to face them, their fate is often left unseen, hidden behind the curtain... Itās happening as we speak; Christmastime is bright, but the dark is always there, even if no one wishes to acknowledge it. Joy is ephemeral, and death arrives untimely and without clemency. Though...it was in this same blighted world that I was able to cross paths with you.
My little kitten, my [name]. The feelings you raise in me, the prospect that you don't find the dark and I unsightly...itās all so profound. When Iām with you, something comes over me, and I wish for nothing more than to lie with you under the starry veil of the night. You are my light, you stand fearlessly in the dark and emanate warmth and safety; I don't feel imbued with darkness when you're in my company or in my thoughts. If I told you how often you occupy my mind...hm, Iāll reserve that for when weāre alone, when I can look into your eyes and hear your voice.
Returning to Christmas; people exchange gifts during Christmastime, and I felt strongly compelled to prepare a present for you...I am not familiar with Holiday traditions, so whether or not the gift Iāve bought for you is a suitable Christmas present, Iām not certain. A present to me is not simply materialistic; I hope with this gift, how much I cherish you is conveyed.
Until you're freed from your responsibilities at Rhodes Island for the Holidays, do be careful. The weather can become bitterly cold during this time of year, maybe...I should lend my cloak to you? I promise you itās warm and comfortable.
Miss Christine and I both dearly miss you. I regret that Iām unable to express these thoughts to you in-person; I wish to have you to myself straightaway, but I will be patient and wait. After all, Iām never too far away. If you wish for me to be with you, all you need do is call me, I have told you that several times before. Little kitten, I'll always do as you wish.
Nothing is enough to express how much I truly love you, [name], but I dearly hope this letter and my present to you causes a smile to dance on your lips.
Christmastime with you, my little kitten; I hope you are anticipating it as much as I am.
Always, and forever,
Phantom
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With a grin still on your face, your eyes find Miss Christine again; the sleek black feline had made her way back to her bed whilst you were reading. Phantomsā letter held carefully in your hand, you stand from your chair and join Miss Christine on the edge of your bed. A soft meow leaves her, and you notice sheās sat beside what looks like a wooden box - it isn't wrapped, unless the black Christmas bow stuck on the box by its adhesive backing counts as gift wrapping. Eyes curious, you remove the bow and take the box in your hands; quickly, you discover itās not just an ordinary box, but an antique hand-crank music box.
Its dark coloured wood is lacquered, making it easy to run your fingers over its surface. Itās appearance is so elegant and lavish; every design - from the baroque esque patterns carved into the music box to the intricate details on its handle - has clearly been done by hand and with lots of care. You set the music box in your lap as Miss Christine looks on from her spot laying near your pillows, her tail flicking curiously back and forth.
Carefully, you open the lid of the music box, revealing the contraption inside; eager, you turn the handle a few times, winding the music box up before retracting your hands and allowing the song to play.
An enchanting melody composed exclusively of piano slowly fills your room. You know this tune; a long while ago, Phantom had hummed that same melody while lulling you to sleep after you had awoken from a nightmare you didn't wish to disclose the details of. He had held you close to his chest, and you could remember the sound of his voice that night like it was just yesterday. You could never possibly forget that tune, in fact, you recalled it very vividly; but you would've never thought it'd be as important to him.
When you shut your eyes, you can hear Phantomās soothing voice singing in harmony with the ariose piano being produced from the music box. Letting a sigh leave you, your eyes slowly flutter open. As the song nears its end, your gaze is drawn back toward the music box - this time to the words written on the inside of the lid. You had been so curious in hearing the music box play its song that you hadn't even had the chance to read them;
āMerry Christmas, little kitten. If you remember the tune the music box plays...I applaud you. I have spent many nights transforming that simple lullaby into a musical score.ā Phantom's thoughtfulness fills you with warmth, and the note continues, āThis melody...I wish for it to be reserved for us.ā The song finally ends and your heart swells upon reading the last words of Phantom's message, āA song reserved for only you and I.ā
Reader (no pronouns but has a vagina) rides Zhongli's thighs utc bc im pissed at this banner atm
He has to know what he does to you, right?
In all his grandstanding, he couldn't be oblivious to how absolutely fucking hot he was when he kicks his spear. When he grunts in that stupid fucking deep voice of his when he climbs cliffs or when he stabs an enemy with his spear. Archons above, you wished he could spear you.
But he was a gentleman. A stupid gentleman. A gentleman that doesn't even have a monetary plan. How would you even tell him that you want to see what was flexing beneath those tight pants?
Apparently, you don't have to.
Zhongli, despite his age, isn't oblivious when he sees you stare at his thighs whenever he fights. He felt that same stare whenever he discards his coat when it became too hot, the eyes honing in on his behind that even he was flustered. He was a gentleman still, but what kind of a gentleman would leave his partner yearning?
With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he continues to write his report for the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. The weather in Liyue warranted him ditching his coat and opening the window for a cool breeze to pass through. His two-piece shirt was still buttoned in its pristine form, though he left two buttons on the top unbuttoned. His collar bones and Adam's Apple just peeking through the shirt.
He wouldn't let anyone see how casual he was today. This sight is only made for you.
Yes, the sight of skin peeking against his clothes made you delirious in so many different ways. But that was your eye candy.
His eye candy is seeing you wear his coat with absolutely nothing underneath, all the while riding his clothed thigh like it would get you off.
At this point maybe it will.
He doesn't stay and watch you sully his expensive trousers with your slick even though he wanted to. He still has duties to attend to as Zhongli. Still, it wasn't like him to keep on taking your affection.
He dipped his quill on the stand, flexing his wrist for a moment, before wrapping that arm around your waist, going under the coat and bringing you closer. Focusing on his thigh, he flexed the muscles beneath your clit, making you quiver in delight. You continued to roll your hips against his thigh, the texture of his trousers against your throbbing clit made your head spin. The walls of your pussy clenching against nothing and you didn't know whether to ask for his cock to impale you or keep riding on his trousers until it became a mess.
Your hands found purchase on his shirt collar, fingers shakily unbuttoning them until you could see the skin. Parting your lips, your tongue licked across his collar bones before settling on his throat. "Zh-Zhongli..."
He let out a grunt and you moaned when you felt the vibrations on your mouth. He chuckled at your enthusiasm, his gloved hands bringing you closer, your hips nearing his pelvis. From there, you could spot a very obvious tent that was stained not by your own juices.
"Soon, my dear." He whispered, kissing the top of your head. The affectionate gesture a far cry from how his leg was lifting to meet your pussy, the muscles flexing once more that made you cry out.
"We have all the time in the world," He murmured, lifting you from his neck to nip at your lips, "enjoy this moment, my dear."
Reader (no pronouns but has a vagina) rides Zhongli's thighs utc bc im pissed at this banner atm
He has to know what he does to you, right?
In all his grandstanding, he couldn't be oblivious to how absolutely fucking hot he was when he kicks his spear. When he grunts in that stupid fucking deep voice of his when he climbs cliffs or when he stabs an enemy with his spear. Archons above, you wished he could spear you.
But he was a gentleman. A stupid gentleman. A gentleman that doesn't even have a monetary plan. How would you even tell him that you want to see what was flexing beneath those tight pants?
Apparently, you don't have to.
Zhongli, despite his age, isn't oblivious when he sees you stare at his thighs whenever he fights. He felt that same stare whenever he discards his coat when it became too hot, the eyes honing in on his behind that even he was flustered. He was a gentleman still, but what kind of a gentleman would leave his partner yearning?
With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he continues to write his report for the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. The weather in Liyue warranted him ditching his coat and opening the window for a cool breeze to pass through. His two-piece shirt was still buttoned in its pristine form, though he left two buttons on the top unbuttoned. His collar bones and Adam's Apple just peeking through the shirt.
He wouldn't let anyone see how casual he was today. This sight is only made for you.
Yes, the sight of skin peeking against his clothes made you delirious in so many different ways. But that was your eye candy.
His eye candy is seeing you wear his coat with absolutely nothing underneath, all the while riding his clothed thigh like it would get you off.
At this point maybe it will.
He doesn't stay and watch you sully his expensive trousers with your slick even though he wanted to. He still has duties to attend to as Zhongli. Still, it wasn't like him to keep on taking your affection.
He dipped his quill on the stand, flexing his wrist for a moment, before wrapping that arm around your waist, going under the coat and bringing you closer. Focusing on his thigh, he flexed the muscles beneath your clit, making you quiver in delight. You continued to roll your hips against his thigh, the texture of his trousers against your throbbing clit made your head spin. The walls of your pussy clenching against nothing and you didn't know whether to ask for his cock to impale you or keep riding on his trousers until it became a mess.
Your hands found purchase on his shirt collar, fingers shakily unbuttoning them until you could see the skin. Parting your lips, your tongue licked across his collar bones before settling on his throat. "Zh-Zhongli..."
He let out a grunt and you moaned when you felt the vibrations on your mouth. He chuckled at your enthusiasm, his gloved hands bringing you closer, your hips nearing his pelvis. From there, you could spot a very obvious tent that was stained not by your own juices.
"Soon, my dear." He whispered, kissing the top of your head. The affectionate gesture a far cry from how his leg was lifting to meet your pussy, the muscles flexing once more that made you cry out.
"We have all the time in the world," He murmured, lifting you from his neck to nip at your lips, "enjoy this moment, my dear."
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