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πŸ€— Write about the time you and your villain F/O first admitted your care for one another.

sabretooth x mystique
(rated PG, no warnings)

The Berlin safehouse was pretty dingy. The mattress was pretty dingy too. They were lucky it even had a sheet on it.

Sabretooth didn’t care. He was more than just content. He was happy.

His big, hairy, muscular body was wrapped neatly around the half-sleeping form of his lover. Leni Zauber.

He stroked her face fondly with a large, sharp-nailed hand.

She was gorgeous, that much was indisputable. But what he really liked was everything else. How she held herself. How she smelled. The rough, direct way she spoke to him. The way she made love. The way she danced.

A guy could get used to this. It was the kind of thing that made guys go AWOL.

He was thinking, seriously, of continuing to be awol. Maybe permanently.

“Got a hell of a thing for you, Leni,” he murmured to his half sleeping lover.

“You too,” she murmured back.

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πŸ€— Write about the time you and your villain F/O first admitted your care for one another.

sabretooth x mystique
(rated PG, no warnings)

The Berlin safehouse was pretty dingy. The mattress was pretty dingy too. They were lucky it even had a sheet on it.

Sabretooth didn’t care. He was more than just content. He was happy.

His big, hairy, muscular body was wrapped neatly around the half-sleeping form of his lover. Leni Zauber.

He stroked her face fondly with a large, sharp-nailed hand.

She was gorgeous, that much was indisputable. But what he really liked was everything else. How she held herself. How she smelled. The rough, direct way she spoke to him. The way she made love. The way she danced.

A guy could get used to this. It was the kind of thing that made guys go AWOL.

He was thinking, seriously, of continuing to be awol. Maybe permanently.

“Got a hell of a thing for you, Leni,” he murmured to his half sleeping lover.

“You too,” she murmured back.

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When you are writing your first draft:

  • “that part isn’t good enough” is the voice of your enemy.
  • “I should go back and edit that” is the voice of your enemy.
  • “this part is too cliche” is the voice of your enemy.
  • “this part is unclear” is the voice of your enemy.
  • “this dialogue sounds bad” is the voice of your enemy.
  • “there isn’t enough detail” is the voice of your enemy.
  • “I’m bogged down in the details” is the voice of your enemy.
  • “I don’t know what happens next” is the voice of your enemy.
  • “no one will want to read this” is the voice of your enemy.

These are second draft problems.

Write it down! Finish the draft!

“Is it any good” is future-you’s problem!

I don’t know a ton about Diabolik Lovers, but I’m assuming since it’s an otome game that there’s not exactly an option to play as something (at least) neutral? I’ve wanted to get into it, but I also haven’t wanted to get misgendered an entire game.

A major focus of the plot of the game involves the player character resembling and being compared to the mother of the romantic options.

Unfortunately there’s no way to even create some kind of male or neutral patch without completely breaking whole premise of the story.

you’re human and you are one SINGULAR human.

Oh lol we haven’t gotten a troll like this in ages! 🀣

We can play too!

Stop deluding yourself that there’s just one person in your body!

🀣🀣🀣🀣

Fucking lame ass troll.

Get some new material. We’ve been getting this shit since 2006. We’re you even born then?

Boo!!! πŸ…πŸ…πŸ…

Aros can be hyperromantic and aces can be hypersexual. Idk about hyperromantic, but hypersexuality (also known as sex addiction) is a mental disorder and it’s basically a high libido but it causes the person distress. While it’s most commonly associated with CSA here on tumblr, it can also exist in its own or be a symptoms of other disorders (mania, PDs, etc). It has nothing to do with actual sexual attraction (which the ace spectrum is defined by). I assume hyperromantic is the same, minus being recognized by the DSM or ICD.

First of all, I know that.

Second of all, I am that.

Third of all, I don’t appreciate you assuming that I’m using hypersexual and hyperromantic in a casual context, or when I mean something else.

Extremely rude, anon. Extremely FUCKING rude.

fictional-loverboy:

Been thinking a lot about villain F/Os lately and how they’d do absolutely anything for you, even if its not something you necessarily wanted.

Imagine sci-fi villain f/os who out of love gift you an entire planet for you to do with as you please, for you to rule however you wish and play with like its a toy

Villain f/os who’d lock you in a tower with them because its the best way to be close to them

Villain f/os who will maime and maul any heros who try to convince you to leave them

Villain f/os who love you with their entire being and would tear the sun from the skies in an instant if it suited you best

Wrightworth? Kiss 45 …out of anger.

cw: alcohol abuse

Miles came into the apartment, his arms full of groceries. He shut the door behind him with the back of his heel.

The lights were off, and there was a stink in the air that set Miles’ teeth on edge.

Narrowing his eyes, he picked his way through the mess to the kitchen, where he found Nick slumped forward on the kitchen table, head in his arms, beanie limply falling over his face.

There was an empty bottle on the table next to him.

“Tch.” Miles looked down his nose at the drunkard, and placed the bag of groceries heavily down beside his head.

“Nhhh,” Nick complained, but he didn’t raise his head.

Miles sighed, and knocked Phoenix’s beanie off his head, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair, and using it to pull him up to look at him.

“Oh, hi, Miles,” Nick grinned at him sloppily.

Miles stared at him, still holding him tightly. “You’re drunk again, Wright.”

“me? Drunk? Psssh. No.”

Miles made a thick noise of annoyance in the back of his throat. “Is that so? Let’s see.”

He bent down and pulled Nick roughly into a messy kiss, all tongue and mushy lips. Nick tastes strongly, and distinctly of wine.

He pulled him away and let his head drop back into his arms on the table.

“You taste like wine, Wright.”

“Oops.”

Miles shook his head and leaned against the table. “What the hell are we going to do with you?”

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