#oh anon

[thankyouforthememoriesworld]

[renisnotonfire]

Phillies in my comments saying they love the way I love Phil in phanfic, now I know that's not right, didn't you know I hate the guy >:(

[oliveespineapples]

Your post that says

miwi will having a conversation with mike when they’re first getting to know each other and it goes like “my dad says im sick.” “what do you have?” “I don’t know” aaaghhFSHDHFJ JUST DROP ME

should be considered a crime against humanity.

I will be coming for you. Make sure to leave your windows open.

I have a sneaking suspicion of who this is

windows open ✅ I’m ready ✅ bring it on ✅

[ninyard]

YES you see the vision!!!! Riko stepping onto Kathy's stage and Kevin's media smile freezing in place for the first "who is in control"... The final "I'm bigger than these bones" set to the shot where he switches his racket to his right hand!!!!

the instrumental at the start that’s him in the moments before he has to put on that media smile. preparing himself before stepping on stage or going into the public eye. wiping the anxiety off his face. steadying the shake in his hands

“They sent me away to find them a fortune / A chest filled with diamonds and gold” and it’s him putting on a real good show for the cameras. laughing smiling with Kathy. just Fake Kevin

“The house was awake, with shadows and monsters” him face to face with riko and the ravens at the banquets. freaking out with coach when he found out they were switching districts

“The hallways, they echoed and groaned” and it’s him and jean sharing that ‘we have history’ look

oh dude you don’t even know i think that song is SO perfect for a kevin edit. and probably an andrew one AND a neil one too. maybe even an aaron one as well. so so good

AND OH MY GOD that last chorus or two of him scoring in the final match. running across the court. having his control against riko after that moment where he switches hands as you mentioned. yeeeeeeeesssssss

[whichcouldmeannothing]

Girl, please write more suits fanfic. We are hungry 😔💗

anon.. this fills me with so much joy to hear from someone... i was so happy w golden w the daffodils!! im happy someone else enjoyed it too!!

my goal is to finish more things in writing this year but here are the plot summaries from the marvey fics i had planned two years ago, maybe ill write more of them if you guys are interested?

the summaries below the cut! hmu if you want any of them in a full fic!

the formula one one ----

Three years ago, Mike Ross looked at Harvey Specter with a challenge. 

This teenager looked up at him, bright blue eyes and mussed up hair. “I like to hang out with people who aren’t that good, you know, just to see how the other half lives.” And suddenly, the whole room fades out, and it’s just him and the kid. 

There’s a challenge here. Are you stupid enough to hang out with someone that inferior or will you wise up and do better? He would never take this from an absolute rookie, who’s here on a fluke. 

But he doesn’t break eye contact, like he’s evaluating Harvey’s intellect. 

The moment you stop taking up challenges and prove people wrong is the moment you should leave Formula One. 

“Alright, kid.” He says. He’s wearing the white, grey and red of a backmarker. By next year, this kid will win a race. He shakes the kid’s hand, and it feels like signing a contract. 

the devil wears prada one ----

“Mike Ross, I’m here for the new assistant position. Under Harvey Specter?” He holds tight to his messenger bag, and he bounces on his Converse. They don’t make a sound on the tiles. 

The girl only looks at him, rolls her eyes. 

“You won’t last a day.” She says, and her heels clack off on the floor. 

-

Mike Ross is smart. He couldn’t afford (Hell, he wouldn’t be let into a community challenge after what he’s done.) to finish university. But he could still be something worthwhile and lasting. 

So, what if he lies a little bit to get a job? 

It’s an assistant to some fashion guy, it won’t matter that much. 

Right?

the one where harvey is cursed to lose his voice ----

Against his better judgement, Harvey unmutes the call. 

Mike always did have a way to get to Harvey, like he was given a schematic to poke at Harvey’s Achilles Heel. He didn’t even know he had a weakness until Mike. 

“Oh.” The pause lingers. The surprise is evident. “Hi.” 

“You breathe really loud.” Well, he moved the phone right by his nose so Mike can hear him better. So, not to be childish but, duh. 

I like to remind you that I am still alive.

“Yeah, yeah.” The ambient sound fades, and Mike must be back in his apartment. Windows closed. House empty. “Wow, I haven’t heard from you in so long.”

Harvey hasn’t heard himself in so long too. If he spoke again, would his voice have changed? Permanently hoarse after weeks of disuse, or would it be the same timber he’s had for ten years? Maybe it’ll be shrill, reverting to a previous state, or maybe it’ll be completely unrecognisable. 

[chaotic-orphan]

If you were a god I would simply worship you out of pure unadultered fear you fucking TERRIFY me (in a good way) (that's a compliment!) and your writing would be the equivalent of the bible or quran or vedas or whatever other sacred text and I would actually be happy reading and analysing it for once

Ohhhh hon hon hon, mah frendddd… you are right to worship me out of fear, but you want real whump? You look at the Old Testament baby, at the ancient stories that influenced all religious texts following on from them— it’s crazy how much of the creation myths and random stories in various religious texts actually pre-date the text in some other text!!!!

Very fun, religion is interesting

BUT MY RELIGION WOULD BE THE BEST RELIGION MMMMM!!!! Thank you, thank you, worship me out of fear, you are smart and because of that you will live *smiles viciously* I’m so happy to terrify you, I hope to do it many, many, many more times

Fear is good for you, Anon, it tells you when you need to run

[fungaldeity]

For the ask game, no. 3 and 17?

3. How often do you vacuum and mop?

we usually end up vacuuming around once a month or as needed. and we don’t have a mop yet so the kitchen has not had a proper mopping eek

17. Do you like any foods you once hated?

tofu is the most beautiful food in the entire world and i will not forget how poorly my dad cooked it growing up

[avvail]

no thoughts just thinking a villain/supervillain with a harem of hero thralls

The hero had to bite back a pained hiss on their tongue as they were shoved down to their knees.

Fingers twisted into their hair and yanked their head up, just for them to see the supervillain seated on the throne, the one creature that they, and many other people, had been rebelling against for months.

The vampire was donned in lavish robes, seated upon their throne with their thralls surrounding them, in a sight that made them sick.

The supervillain hadn’t even given them any attention, instead gorging on a bloody feast from one nestled in their lap, their eyes closed and their arms wrapped comfortably around their neck. Others were draped over them in various places, some at their side and some at their legs.

When the hero tried to look away, the fingers yanked on their hair, forcing them to watch.

“What now?” The supervillain grumbled, pulling his teeth away from the thralls neck, just to slide his fingers down anothers arm and bring their wrist up to their mouth instead. The hero watched those deadly teeth sink into delicate flesh, and they shuddered.

“The rebels,” a guard announced, giving the hero’s hair another obnoxious pull. “Found them along the southern river. We managed to catch this one.”

The hero felt sorry for them - the thralls used to be heroes, too, just like them. Now, as willingly and happy as they all looked to be given attention from such a creature, their master, they didn’t want to imagine the sorts of things they were made to do.

The supervillain tilted their head back, licking the blood off their lips as their intense eyes fell to the hero. They tried not to tense, but they felt their body betraying them regardless.

One thrall moved up to kiss the supervillains neck. Why did they have to be so indecently dressed?

It felt like the vampire was analysing every little bit of their body, and a part them even wondered if they could hear what they were thinking. A deep sigh fell from their lips, finger brushing through another thralls hair, whose head was draped along their thigh.

“Bathe them,” they spoke, their words almost hypnotic. “I’ll decide what to do later.”

The hero’s heart hammered. In relief, or fear? They didn’t know. They had thought the vampire would kill them immediately. As they were hoisted into their feet, the hero stubbornly grit their teeth, refusing to even make a noise.

Some thralls glanced over at them, their red eyes almost standing out in the shadows, but once showered with more attention, their eyes wavered and they tangled themselves back with their master.

They could feel the supervillain’s cold eyes following them as they were roughly escorted out, and hoped they didn’t suffer the same fate as the others.