a/n - hey!! i read one of ur early requests and i couldn't do it much early cause school so sorry plus im not sure if this is good enough for you!! but i will might do that mj x model!reader request tho 🥹
flirty!michael who's 100% i guarantee you a shy type of flirt. yes, he's very bold and intense when it comes to live performances on stage but off stage, he's one hell of a shy gentleman but still, he always tries at giving playful compliments and teases.
flirty!michael who is either a fluffy gentleman where most of his flirting would come from attention, the kind where even in a crowded room, he's the first one you would lay your eyes on or probably the most pervy kind of one (respectfully tho).
flirty!michael who can't help himself whenever his eyes keeps lingering on you whenever you dress finely, like imagine you busy with photoshoots while he's there admiring you like a glutinous man seeing a feast.
flirty!michael who always hides his dirty-mindness with his gentlemanly acts, he would let you go first and secretly eyes your body silhouette cause gosh, you're so perfect in every way possible.
flirty!michael who loves spoiling you in many ways, either luxury or just pure emotional affection– when something catches your eye, he notices it immediately and buys it for you, you're so precious to him– how could he not spoil you really??.
flirty!michael who gets super jealous if he noticed someone flirting with you, he wouldn't confront directly but instead he'll subtly pull your attention away from that person and toward him– lingering close to you, telling playful jokes to make you laugh, sometimes even getting touchy if he's that extremely jealous.
flirty!michael who always have you as his muse in his short music flims as an excuse to be close and get all touchy with you. whether the way you make me feel, in the closet, you rock my world— you're in every of them as his muse.
flirty!michael who can be quite clingy with you. whenever you visit him at his studio during rehearsals or filming sets, he immediately softens up and would give his all to try impress you. after filming– he'll then run up to you and pull you in for a bear hug and sweet kisses all over your face, watching you giggle and shriek from how sensitive you were to touches.
“michael stop I'm ticklish—!” you whined as you can't help but giggle from his kisses, feeling both touched and a little embarrassed as michael kept his hold on you. “oh c'mon honey, you know i can't help it when you look so beautiful mmh... ♡”
flirty!michael who just can't help himself thinking about you every single day, the thought of you keeps playing in his mind like a constant pop-up ad and his loved ones always wonder why he sometimes zone out so much when in reality he's just daydreaming about you. ♡
I believe that Caleb would follow you like a puppy whenever you’re on your period.
Even the couple of days leading up to it, when you begin getting emotional and uncomfortable due to pain, Caleb immediately knows. When your back hurts, he’ll tell you to lay down and he’ll give you a back massage. When you feel bloated, he’ll make you some tea as soon as you mention you feel bloated.
When you have any cravings, Caleb will make sure you have all the snacks and foods you want. He’ll either make them himself or if it’s a specific food from a takeout place, he’ll always grab it for you.
Caleb is always careful with you on your period. When he hugs you, he gently envelops you in his arms.
Caleb is also your walking medicine cabinet. He keeps a little stash of (your choice) Midol, Tylenol, or Advil on him just in case you may need it. Plus, he’ll always grab a heating pad for you.
Essentially, he’s your personal maid when you’re on your period. Undoubtedly, he enjoys doing these things for you if it means he gets to see a smile on your face.
(Totally not making this post because I’m on my period… 🤷♀️)
Can I please request the beast cookies (seperate) reactions to their child being taken care of by their respective ancient hero? Like the before corruption the beast cookies (separately) had a child who died, and when they were released they saw that their child had been reincarnated but place in the care of their respective ancient hero with their child viewing the hero as a parent
☆ Betrayed By My Own Jam — Beasts + Ancients & Child!Reader HCs ☆
Genre: Familial, Light Angst || They/Them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩Burning Spice could hardly recognize his doughling when he first saw them again. They weren't as small as he remembered, and their dough no longer resembled his own. But the fire in their eyes, their behavior... it was all too familiar to be a coincidence. And for the first time in many years, The Destroyer didn't know what to do. But he knew who to blame for keeping you from your father
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Golden Cheese did her best to keep you from the truth of your parent. In some way, all the Ancients had known this day would come. You feel connected to Burning Spice just as she does, you're a part of him that no time can erase. But you're also her dearest treasure. And she had no intentions of letting Burning Spice destroy more of what the queen held dear
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Eternal Sugar was caught between two extremes. On one hand, she felt like she couldn't hate her "other half", that she was destined to bring Happiness to her. But on the other, had Hollyberry been keeping you all this time? Were you even the same child she raised back then..? It wouldn't matter soon. In The Garden, you'd be by her side once again. All you had to do was stay. Let the sweetness of joy erase all doubts in your mind
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Hollyberry Cookie, despite understanding the Beast, kept you from her grasp. Hollyberry understood how important family could be, and in the beginning she was happy to let you explore The Garden. But when the sweet illusion faded and the bitter truth became clear, Hollyberry made sure you wouldn't be left behind, even as Eternal Sugar begged for you to stay. It was for your own good, but that didn't make it any easier...
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Mystic Flour had long adapted the ideals that life was as meaningless as it was fleeting. Her heart hardened after her child had been taken from her grasp, yet again losing to the fragility of what she held dear. She could see glimpses of that doughling in you. How cruel were the Witches, to send her a walking image of what she had lost? In the end, was it even worth remembering? She tried to tell herself as much, but flickers of old maternal feelings kept threatening to come back
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Dark Cacao couldn't see what Mystic Flour was feeling, but he didn't need to. That face set in apathy only sought to bring you down with it, and Dark Cacao would make sure that couldn't happen. No matter what she claims or remembers, you're his child. He refuses to lose another, not when he can protect this one
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Shadow Milk always acted as if he'd forgotten all about his child. Yet in the shadows that his true feelings hid, his every memory of them stayed alive. What a lie it was, to think he could hold onto something so fragile as a family. When recognizing you— a Cookie who looked different, yes, but was undoubtedly you, his child— he was filled with nothing but rage. Not only was he losing his plans and power, but he was losing you all over again to that detestable Ancient Cookie
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Pure Vanilla was cautiously optimistic. Maybe seeing you again would inspire Shadow Milk to turn towards forgiveness, and he'd finally allow himself to become a better Cookie. Instead, he was met with a violent rejection and an unsettling pit of guilt. Guilt that he could've risked putting you in harm's way. He reminds you that though he values forgiveness, it has to be earned. At the end of it all, it's up to you. No matter what, he promises to ensure your safety above all
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Silent Salt regretted many things about his corruption, the greatest being all he had lost. The Knights, the Faeries, and his own child. Everything had become obsolete in silence. Once he rose again, he noticed you above all else. Amidst the silence, your voice reached out to him. But he came to realize he couldn't care for you as he once did. He wasn't Salt of Solidarity anymore. Maybe it was better this way, if you were in the hands of another. You shouldn't worry about him anymore
ᯓᡣ𐭩 White Lily admittedly felt sympathetic once she recognized the situation at hand. She couldn't imagine what would happen if she ever lost you, so to think that Silent Salt was experiencing that gave her a sense of pity. You never knew the Beast outside of the glances you could steal, but from then on White Lily would tell you tales of a Commander in black armor
Crafting a scene that earns the total sympathy of your readers can be challenging, but it's not impossible. Most emotionally devastating scenes fail at two things, but when these are done right, the results can be powerful.
⚪ The Important Concepts for Writing an Emotionally Devastating Scene
1. The Build-Up,
2. Breaking the Dam.
Before I explain these concepts, let me share a case study.
⚫ Case Study
I wrote a story about a young orphan named Jackie and her younger brother. Their village was burned down, leaving them as the only survivors.
For the next few chapters, readers followed their painful journey and their struggle to survive. The younger brother had a heart problem, and Jackie vowed to become a cardiologist to save him.
She was very ambitious about it, but at the time, it was very ironic. Later in the story, when they encountered a tragic living condition with a family, the brother died while telling his sister how much he missed their parents.
When her brother was fighting for his life, she was sent out of the room, only to be let in again to see his cold, lifeless body.
⚪ Explanation of Concepts
1. The Build-Up
The build-up is extremely important when you aim to convey strong emotions. Here's a secret: if you plan for a scene with strong emotions, start leaving breadcrumbs from the very beginning of the story.
Take the previous case study. I carefully built up their journey so people could easily relate and feel the pain of the older sister during her brother's sudden death.
You need to give the situation enough reason to feel utterly hopeless and devastating. Gradually cultivate the tension until it's ready to let loose.
⚫ Understanding the Use of Breadcrumbs.
Breadcrumbs in stories ensure you utilize the time you have to build up certain emotions around your characters.
At the beginning of my story, Jackie’s fate was already pitiable, but she survived every hurdle. This gave the readers enough to feel for her while still leaning away from the outcome. When I built enough, I introduced her brother's sudden death.
Hence, leave your breadcrumbs while leaning away from the outcome.
⚪ How to Properly Leave Breadcrumbs
When building up your story, consider these elements:
☞ Character Relatability: The characters need to be realistic to draw readers into the story. This helps readers invest themselves in your story.
☞ Realistic Emotional Pain: Just as characters need to be relatable, their emotions need to be realistic and not appear forced.
☞ Create a Strong Emotional Attachment: Give them something they care about or that has the power to ruin their lives in any way. It could be something that makes them happy or something their happiness relies on. When it's time, snatch it away without remorse.
☞ Have a Backstage Struggle: This struggle keeps readers occupied, so they won't see the outcome coming. For example, Jackie’s constant struggle to find food and shelter keeps readers engaged while the impending tragedy looms in the background.
☞ Attach Believable Elements: For a realistic character, emotion, and struggle, attach believable elements. It could be death, ailments, sickness, disorder, disappointment, failure, etc.
Now that we've covered the build-up, let's move on to the next crucial part.
2. Breaking the Dam
This is when you make your readers feel the strong emotions alongside your characters. All the tension you’ve been building up is released, making all emotions come into play.
☞ Break Your Strong Attachment: Cut off your strong attachment from your character when they least expect it or at a point when they couldn't use more struggles (i.e when they are helpless).
This will not only evoke readers’ emotions but also pique their curiosity as they wonder how the character will survive the situation.
☞ Description of Sensory Details to Invoke Emotions: The advice of "show, don't tell" will be really helpful here. It's crucial to ensure that the final execution matches the build-up.
A well-crafted build-up can fall flat if the emotional release isn't handled effectively. To avoid this, blend the climax seamlessly into the narrative, making it feel natural and impactful.
Hii! Thank you so much for your request @fawnqueenbrowsing !! I really liked this idea so I hope it lives up to your expectations : )
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"Mayday, mayday!"
Wukula x reader
Notes: Swear words, Short, Reader is gender neutral, reader is a scientist and apart of the resistance, reader is human, skulls so implied death, Reader is oblivious dude 😭 like how can you not notice someone watching you for a long ass time, Wukula has been following reader for about 3 days.
Humming to yourself you slowly made your way into the field lab, chucking your bag onto a nearby chair you quickly got to work on the computer, trying to see if you could find a safe signal to the resistance's temporary place. You had gotten lost due to the resistance's new hideout being attacked (why does that keep happening?) by the RDA and this...clan of na'v.i And of course luck wasn't on your side, you had lost your Comms, your only way of communication, gone! And now you were alone in the beautiful yet dangerous world of pandora, you were no goddamn soldier! You could barely hold your own against another human and so you were proper dead against a viper wolf. "Ugh!!" You groaned, placing a hand on your forehead. The damn computer ran out of juice!
Letting out a low long huff, you whipped around and charged outside. "Fuck!" You yelled into the wilderness, before dropping to the ground and crossing your legs. Being alone actually gave you a lot of time to voice your frustrations. So that was one positive to your miserable situation. You were stuck out here and even worse it was night right now. "Fuck me..." You whispered, holding your head in your hands. You were definitely going to die in a few days, rations were getting low, no comms, computers dead, and you had nothing to protect yourself. Oh, you were so screwed! "I need some damn food." You grumbled to yourself, you might as well be stuffed as a pig before you die.
Standing tall, you stretched your arms, before going back in to grab some grub. Grabbing your bag you quickly opened it and grabbed the ration packet but you paused. Your fingertips touched something unknown to you, something that was not in there earlier. Shifting the food under your armpit, you firmly grabbed the foreign object and lifted it up towards your face. Oh...Oh, that's a skull! A Na'vi skull at that..."Curious," You whispered in awe. It's a bit grousume, but you've always wanted to examine one of these. But the question still stands, how did it get here? Did someone put it in your bag before you left base as a surprise? Or did something else?
It was a question that ran around in your mind, it filled you with paranoia. Was there someone else here? But you quickly scrubbed that thought, no, you're alone out here, well not counting the hungry creatures that stalked outside. Sighing, you placed the skull on a nearby desk and sat down in the chair Infront of it. Eating will have to wait. Putting the ration down on the desk and sliding it to the back, you quickly got to work examining it. "I wonder what happened to you?" You murmured to yourself, a hand on your chin. There were no dents on the skull, nothing broken ontop, so most likely lower injuries. Chest or neck you presumed.
Moving your hand you looked out into the night, pandora was so beautiful at this time, you tilted your head to continue examining the object but something caught the corner of your eye, a blur of white and black..? "The hell.." You whispered before standing up and walking towards the entrance. Squinting, you saw a figure. A tall figure. A Na'vi? "Hello?" You called, reaching for your lighter in your front pocket. Was it one of the Sarentu? Oh, please let it be one of them you silently prayed. "Tamtey please tell me it's you!" You continued calling each of the Sarentu clan members names, even Nor! But the figure gave you no response, it merely stood there. Huffing slowly, you clicked on the lighter and extended your arm.
Ah... that's definitely not a Sarentu! ....It's one of the Na'vi that attacked the resistance! "Oh shit.." You breathed, stumbling backwards and nearly tripping over onto your bum, had they come to finish you off? And to your horror it decided to move, it stalked towards you before opening it's mouth. "Lu mawey, taw vrrtep," A husky voice rang out. Pausing, you quickly translated the words in your head, 'Be calm, sky demon.' "No! I will not be calm!" You sassed back, that made it chuckle as it stood at the doorstep, crouching down to get inside.
"Feisty," He cooed, leaning against a nearby wall. "Get out!" You hissed, waving your lighter at him as if it was gonna attack him or something. "No." He said firmly, his voice commanding. Turning away from you he looked at the skull on the desk. "So, you have gotten my gift." He smirked to which he received a scowl from you. "Who are you!?" You spat, cutting to the chase. He hummed, grabbing one of his blades and fiddled with it like it was a toy. "You are not in charge here!" He hissed. "You do not deserve the answers."
This was fucking horrifying. "Then what are you gonna do with me, huh? Gut me? I'd like to see you try." You shot back at him with a prideful gleam in your eye. He glared at you before slowly standing. "No." He answered simply, his hand lowering to his side though one of his blades were still in his hand. "Your struggle has sparked something within me," He started to explain. "You whine, like a child! Yet you get through it. You survive. That is a great skill." Crouching down Infront of you he slowly placed his blade down at your feet.
"I can save you from," A pause before his hand raised and gestured around you. "This. I will keep your belly full. I will give you gifts. I will give you the best facilities and weapons you could ever need. But," Another pause. "You will serve me. And only me."
Hello! SO, due to a scam, my og enchantedchocolatebars blog got deleted. 😿
However, all my works on ao3 are fine, and I'm slowly finding old pieces and saving them to my drafts with help from a friend / moot.
(Found a few on my own by checking my main, going on Wayback, and searching for reblogs on blogs that I believe reblogged my old works.)
But anyway, I'm making this post as a way to promote my blog and share what I write in order to find some old and new followers.
My ao3 account (I'll slowly be re-uploading the works on here and making the necessary edits on ao3. I also explained the situation in my profile.)
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(Not making this my pinned post, but I'll be reblogging it very frequently in order to spread it. A pinned post for my blog will come later when I find the links to add to it over time.)
Hi!! May I request Riddle with a very sleepy gn reader? Reader is usually pretty tired throughout the day and often takes naps especially during classes
- 🐭 (can i be mouse anon? do you do anon signoffs?)
Running on Fumes || ft. Riddle Rosehearts
“Riddle is one to follow every rule in the book. That also pertains to the fact that one should definitely not sleep during school hours, and definitely not nearly every day. Yet, perhaps he can be of help once the frequent rule breaking becomes clear that something else may be causing it rather than pure carelessness.”
[ A.N.] I can definitely do anonymous signoffs!! They seem fun enough and I haven’t done them before so can’t say I’m against it.
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Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Genre: Fluff
Style: Bullet points
Warning(s): He’s kinda an ass at the start sorry
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• Instinctively his response to this behavior is to reprimand you for acting out of line and breaking one of the most reasonable rules within the school all the while dismissing the whole situation as a purposeful infraction. Comparatively to the way others carelessly linger in the hallways even after the bell has rung for class or etching obscene words into desks with the jagged metal remains of the end of a pencil. All sharing one thing in common; committing an infraction while knowing the possible repercussions yet not caring enough to stop.
• He truly doesn’t mean to believe you’d behave like that from the very beginning; it's merely what he’s been conditioned to presume when something is not embodying complete perfection and you are unfortunately no exception to that. That doesn’t necessarily mean that he does not try to break out of that mindset, though. However it’ll definitely take him time before he thinks to transition his thoughts to view it in a new light.
• The first time he’d seen you fall asleep was in Trein's class. While he was occupied taking notes and listening intently to the lecture going on he happened to notice you from the corner of his eye. Your body was hunched forward and arms crossed over one another with your head nuzzled perfectly into the gap you’d made with them with your writing utensils abandoned alongside the notes you’d never even attempted to take. He’d even taken notice of how your breathing had evened out into a slowed rhythm signaling you weren’t just laying your head down for a second because of a potential headache or whatnot. No, you were absolutely passed out.
• In that moment he could’ve been viewed as the epitome of peacefulness to his previous victims if they’d found out there was no instant repercussions for this absolute criminal behavior. Not one word was uttered as he stared at you in utter disbelief; pale skin flaring up into a bright red as his blood pressure rose higher and higher. It took everything inside of him not to collar you right away and the slight tremor in his fingers was proof of this fact. Although you were spared for the time being that luck quickly ran out as soon as the bell rang. He collared you on the spot, giving you a healthy dose of public humiliation, all the while he scolded you for your behavior.
• And as time passed on this seemed to spiral into an never ending cycle of you dozing off just before getting berated by the hot-headed housewarden. It seemed like the boy's voice was going to be permanently stuck inside of your head, ringing inside of your ears to the point you swore you could hear him even in your sleep. As if he’d somehow managed to manifest himself into your mind and his one goal was to continue to chew you out to make up for previously missed time while you were clonked out. It got to a point where you believed you’d never make it out of this whole maddening ordeal until you graduated and had the ability to flee to the other side of the world just to hide from him. Like you were just a measly fly destined to be caught in the spider's web.
• Yet one day while you were once again going over something in professor Trein's class your tiredness did not warrant the housewarden to believe you were just brazenly ignoring the rules as he’d done before. This time the situation was different.
• He remembered distinctly right as the unit was being introduced you seemed awfully excited for it, something in it peaking your interest, and telling Ace you were looking forward to covering it in class. But here you were fighting with your life in order to try and fight away the sleep that wanted so desperately to claim you. Eyes slowly opening and closing for extended periods of time as you did everything to try and stimulate yourself. Kicking your legs out, fidgeting with your pen, and doodling on the edges of your paper. All not giving you the result you wanted and you promptly fell asleep.
• That’s when his worry truly kicked into high gear. It’s not as if it wasn’t there before, but his other instilled emotions had triumphed over that before it could fully surface. Once you stirred awake that immediate feeling of dread washed over you. Classical conditioning be damned, you truly expected your daily reprimanding, as awful as that seemed to think, and accepted your fate as you noticed Riddle was still right beside you. There was no anger to spark in his words when he spoke to you strangely enough. Nor a single comment about a collar or worse- being collared without warning.
• He asked you if you were alright. You’d blinked as you stared at him in absolute disbelief. Utterly dumbfounded you sputtered out your response and waited to see if there would be a sudden flip in his demeanor. There was not. And as you slowly entered the waters, fearful that you’d been lured into safety, you didn’t take notice of how you relaxed as you walked deeper in. What you did take account of was the relief that washed over you to the point you felt like you were nearly drowning in it. And that's when you finally were able to explain why exactly you seemed to be stuck in a state of permanent drowsiness.
• Whether it’d been from stress from balancing classes on top of other things, mental health issues, underlying medical conditions, or something else entirely he listened intently and committed the fact to memory. Embarrassment had overcome him once he realized how.. uncouth he’d been acting all this time. Yes, we’ll go with uncouth. Not any profanities like bitchy, cuntish, or a dick. Goodness no that would be obscene.
• Unfortunate that had described him perfectly, wasn't it? Nonetheless Riddle pushed past the shame that now dwelled inside his stomach in thick knots and decided then and there he would begin to repay you for all the trouble he’d caused.
• It started out simple enough; letting you off the hook whenever you’d doze off or simply turning the other way and pretending he hadn’t a clue what was happening. And as the days began to slip past you, you noticed he’d begun to incorporate himself more into your daily life. Not in a bad way, but in a ‘I want to be there for you’ way. He’d ask you if you were alright when you stared off at the nearest wall for too long; if you needed anything to energize you to keep you going through the rest day.
• He’d give you tips on how to steady your sleep schedule if it was in disarray, with various different options laid out in front of you in case one of them wouldn’t work. What sorts of foods will benefit your health and therefore hopefully help you sleep better when you need to be asleep. How much rest your body needs. When you more than likely need to get off any electronics so your body can start winding down. The general basics of it all and then some more, really.
• But if none of that did much to help you he’d try to work around your sleepiness- prioritize what you needed to do when you were awake. Of course he’d be there to lend a helping hand through it all. It would be cruel to leave you with the heaps of work you’d missed so you’d get further and further behind in your classes. That's why whenever the bell was close to ringing he’d gently coax you awake via tapping you or nudging you before sliding over his notebook to you. There drawn out for you were his notes, everything neat and easy to digest, ensuring that you would at least have a general gist of the lesson. A promise would flow from his mouth: if you ever needed extra help understanding the material to tell him and he would be there.
• Of course you accepted that offer. You’d be a fool not to. Especially when you borderline depended on the extra help. So whenever the both of you were available he’d meet up with you in the library and thus your very own private studying sessions began. No matter how bad you were struggling he took his time picking apart whatever you needed guidance on; simplifying it to the best of his abilities for you to remember better. Sometimes you’d both get off topic, and perhaps that solidified your relationship with one another. Morphing it into something you didn’t think you’d be able to turn it into before.
• Another thing that went on was the gifts. They were never extravagant things, afterall, they didn’t truly need to be. But you’d noticed whenever you made it through the whole day without dozing off a little treat of sorts would magically appear the next. Whether it was one of the snacks you usually got during lunch time, something relating to one of your hobbies, or anything else falling in a similar category. The tall tale sign that really proved to you it was Riddles doing was that one day you ended up with a small plush hedgehog accompanied by an origami rose. The care put into the flower was enough to make you happy and now you had a cute hedgehog to add to that joy. Its beady little eyes stared at yours as you picked the toy up, its entire body small enough to fit in the palm of your hand.
• You made sure to tell Riddle thank you for the gifts to which he responded kindly with a rosy color blooming on his cheeks. For his sake you chose not to comment on the blush on his skin even though you could barely hold back a playful teasing remark at the sight of it.
• From then on out you and him got closer as he ensured to be there for you whenever you needed help and you promised to at least try your hardest to figure out ways to get your permanent sleepiness to go away. Both of you basked in each other's company whether you admitted it or not, perhaps even seeking it on certain occasions more than you needed to. Whether you were able to successfully overcome being so tired all the time was dependent on the factors which caused it in the first place. Even if it was a slow process that had to be followed through to finally get it to fizzle away it felt easier to overcome with Riddle now not against you, but with you.
