the nest

Honestly one of the strangest conversations I have on a semi regular basis, is about why I write.

People ask me (only half-jokingly) what I’m hiding. “You seem normal. Why do you write? What do you write about?”

Sometimes they offer to tell me about some of the weird and messed up things they’ve seen or lived through in case I want the inspiration. As if because I function in a quiet sort of way in society I haven’t gone through my share of shit.

And then they get really confused when I tell them what I write. Because I write happy things. Optimistic things. Sci-fi and Fantasy that is uplifting and oh so hopeful.

And they want to know why.

So I say, why not?

There’s anough negativity in the world and I hate that it’s made it’s way into fiction and media. I’ve had enough of grimdark and miserable, gritty and realistic.

You can write things that aren’t sunshine and rainbows but still be optimistic about it. Death is not despair and corruption is not forever. I’m here to give people hope, dammit. And if that is strange or ‘childish’ than so be it.

I write because I want to add my voice to the world, and I want it to be a happy one. There’s enough misery ouside the pages. I won’t put it in them too.

BTS | Scenario #1

                        | When they have to leave very early in the morning |

Pairing : Idol!BTS x Reader

Genre : Fluff

Word Count : Around 180-190 for each

Kim Seokjin

The loud buzzing against the wooden floor causes Seokjin to wake up with a jolt - eyes shut tight, he stretches his arm to feel around with his hand. When his fingers eventually touch the cold device, he turns the buzzing off and checks the hour with one eye opened. He puts it back down and yawns silently. Your body lies flush against his naked back and your arms gradually tighten around him leading him to look back and smile at your still sleeping state. He rubs your warm skin and gently frees himself from your embrace and the blankets. Shuffling around to get ready to go out, he tries his best not to wake you. Once done, he walks back to the mattress while readjusting his oversized sweatshirt, where you’ve shifted to lie on his side of the bed and watches you endearingly. Crouching down, he cautiously runs his fingers in your hair and leans to kiss your forehead before silently walking out of the room, smiling.  

Min Yoongi

The soft melody coming from your phone stirs you from your deep slumber. You force yourself to open your eyes and notice it is still dark outside. You blink several times and shut the device to turn off its dazzling light. Now mildly used to the ambient yellowish light coming from street’s lamps, you turn your head sideways to look at your boyfriend who’s lying on his back, still motionless with his mouth slightly parted. You lean down toward him and bury your face in the crook of his neck, softly kissing it. Raising your head to watch him wake up, you slip your hand under his hiked up shirt to stroke his torso. He brings one of his hands in the air to rub his eyes and you lean back down to kiss his cheek. After some minutes, he turns his body on the side, making you lie back on the bed and kisses your lips before reluctantly getting up. Sleep slowly returns, your lids growing heavy as you gaze at Yoongi dressing who’s watching you back with a tired smile.

Jung Hoseok

At the third ring, his arm stretches, blindly grabbing and shutting his phone off. He exhales deeply and lifts up his naked torso from your body. Eyes blinking repetitively in the darkness, he gazes a few moments at your sleeping figure and leans down to enjoy your warmth when he still can, lazily kissing your naked shoulder. In your sleep, your turn your head toward him which leads him to raise his head up and softly kiss the tip of your nose. He turns on his back and sits up, rubbing his face before dragging his body to the bathroom. Suddenly, his phone’s alarm rings again and he rapidly walks back in the bedroom to shut it again. While mumbling some curses, he hears you moving under the sheets and climbs back on the bed. You haven’t woken up and Hoseok can’t help but smile at your cute sleeping face while stroking your hair. He finishes preparing himself and doesn’t forget to kiss you goodbye on his way out.  

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon is gently caressing your back, dragging his fingers up and down on your naked skin while you sleep soundlessly on his torso. He’s woke up thirty minutes before the time he’s set his alarm last night and has been quietly waiting for the moment to get up. His nose nuzzled in your hair, he breathes deeply now and then, filling his lungs with your natural pleasant scent and simply enjoys your time together. The air you exhale tickles him and he can’t refrain from sporting a smile on his face, looking down at you. When he eventually has to go get ready, he very cautiously pulls himself from under you - his legs first then his upper body. While trying to lie you down without waking you up, he freezes when you move on your own and turn on your back. Once sure you’re still asleep, he lingers a moment his kiss on your cheek and walks away but freezes once again when he stumbles on a shoe he hasn’t seen in the dark. Yet, the noise hasn’t made you bulge a bit and he sighs, relieved.

Park Jimin

The muffled buzzing coming from under a pillow makes Jimin frown as he slips his hand under it to stop the annoying vibrating feeling. Slowly coming back to his senses, he feels you lying on his bare back - your head atop his shoulder, your arm and chest lazily resting on him with one of your legs in-between his. He carefully turns his head and his frown disappears when he makes out in the dark your face and your hair forming a cute nest. He gently moves from under you, making you let out a small whimper, and supports his body above yours to pepper kisses along your shoulder blades and nape. He gets up, taking his phone with him and closes the bathroom’s door behind him before turning the light on. When he returns, he sees you’ve shifted to lie on your side with one of the pillows’ trapped in your arms. He runs a hand in his hair and gathers his clothes, not looking away from you as he puts them on. Once done, he goes to pull the cover to keep the cold away from you and leaves without a sound. 

Kim Taehyung

His loud phone’s ringtone disrupts the calm silence of your bedroom and Taehyung lowly grunts when he can’t seem to find it on the bedside table. He leans his face back down in his pillow after shutting the device, silently preparing himself to get up. You lie next to him, also on your front, but your head faces the other way. He then looks at you, your naked back revealed by the absence of blankets which are barely covering your backside and this is enough to draw Taehyung near you as he gently settles himself on top of you to warm your body. He lies there a moment, his head falling in the crook of your neck and eventually lifts up his upper body after leaving small kisses along your spine, caressing your skin with the tip of his nose. The soft ministrations causes you to lightly stretch your body and lie on your side and Taehyung lies back down next to you to kiss your mouth and caress your face. He brings the covers on top of you and puts his face very near yours as he strokes the crook of your waist.

Jeon Jungkook

Your small groans are muted by Jungkook’s bare chest facing you and with a deep sigh, he stretches his arm behind you to turn off the alarm o’clock. He puts his arm back around your back to hug you tight against him and he breathes calmly again. As he slowly emerges, he also takes in the comfortable position you two are in - your naked bodies laced together, the soft blankets keeping them warm and protected against the world, his face nuzzled in your neck as he breathes in your pleasant skin’s smell. It feels too good for him to go anywhere and he doesn’t move a bit. The shrill sound that has come from the clock has kept a part of your brain awake and you sigh when thinking about telling your boyfriend he has to leave your sides not to be late. As he still remains unmoving, with closed eyes you rub with your hands his back, whispering his name. He takes a deep breath and pushes your body to lie atop of it. His hair falls on your face when his kisses your mouth and eventually gets up.

Persona 5 Name Meanings

This is gonna be really long and detailed but I feel like it’s a thing that a lot of people would be interested in. (And if not, at least I’m interested in it and I had a ton of fun making this).

I’m only doing playable characters for now but I’m considering doing the supporting cast in the future. If you have any corrections feel free to let me know; I’d be happy to hear them!

A couple notes before I get into this behemoth: I’m including both given names and surnames (with the exception of Morgana), the name is written given-name-first with the Latin alphabet and surname-first with kanji (as in the Chinese characters used for names not the character from the previous game), the name meanings come from these specific kanji (again, excluding Morgana because his name isn’t Japanese and Ann will get some special treatment for the same reason) because some names can have the same pronunciation but different meanings because they’re spelled with different kanji.

Akira Kurusu | 来栖 暁

Akira(暁) means daybreak or dawn.

Kurusu has two parts to it, kuru(来) and su(栖). Kuru(来) means come and su(栖) means nest. Together, with a bit of creative license, Kurusu means comes from the nest.


Morgana comes the Old Welsh name Morcant and/or the Irish name Muirgen which translate to circle of the sea and born of the sea respectively.

Ryuji Sakamoto | 坂本 竜司

Ryū(竜) means dragon and ji(司) means ruler. Together Ryuji means dragon ruler.

Saka(坂) means hill and moto(本) means this, so the full translation would be this hill.

Ann Takamaki | 高巻 杏

The kanji, 杏, used for Ann’s name in Japanese means apricot. Ann, or alternatively Anne, means favored or grace making those the more accurate meanings.

Taka(高) means high and maki(巻) means book. Takamäki is a Finnish surname but I wasn’t able to find any meaning for it, unfortunately. If anyone has better resources than me and is able to find a meaning for it, I’d greatly appreciate it.

Yusuke Kitagawa | 喜多川 祐介

Yū(祐) means help and suke(介) can mean mediate or more amusingly shellfish. So Yusuke can mean to help shellfish.

Ki(喜) is joy, ta(多) means much, and gawa(川) means river, so all as one word it could mean much joy at the river. However, some of the sources I’m using say that Kitagawa means Northern River.

Makoto Niijima | 新島 真

Makoto(真) means truth.

Nii(新) means new and jima(島) means island. The whole name is new island.

Futaba Sakura | 佐倉 双葉

Futa(双) means a pair and ba(葉) can mean leaves, needles, or blades. My personal favorite combination is a pair of needles. Futaba, when translating both kanji at the same time, means bud or sprout.

Sa(佐) means help and kura(倉) means warehouse, combined to be warehouse helper. Surprisingly, unlike most spellings of Sakura, Futaba’s surname does not mean cherry blossom.

Haru Okumura | 奥村 春

Haru(春) means springtime.

Oku(奥) means interior and mura(村) means village. Okumura can mean secluded village.

Goro Akechi | 明智 吾郎

Go(吾) can means my and rō(郎) means son, so put together and it means my son. No, I’m not lying about that. For all you akechi stans out there, you’re not technically wrong when your call him your son, I guess.

Ake(明) means bright and chi(智) means intellect. Interestingly, 明 is often used to to spell Akira, also meaning bright when spelled with this kanji.

That’s it for the playable characters! This was a ton of fun and I’ll probably do it for the persona 3 and 4 teams as well when I get the time. If you have any feed back, just let me know!

O maior presente da vida é a capacidade de ter grandes pensamentos e força para fazê-los virar realidade neste mundo maravilhoso e abundante.
—  Jack Black.

Pairing: Jooheon x Reader

Type: Smut

Originally posted by seokijn

Friday night dinners with your boyfriend was a tradition. He’d rush over the minute he was done with rehearsal and the moment he walked through the door you would start cooking as he showered and got comfortable. It was only natural for him to get out of the shower, hug you from behind while kissing your cheek playfully and turning to hook his phone up to the speaker you had on your kitchen. Every Friday it was the same, but even though you knew exactly what to expect it still left you smiling like a fool and with cheeks red hot. 

He came out today still in his towel and wrapped his arms around you, the feeling of his wet chest pressing against your back made chills run down your spine and goosebumps form on your arms and the tops of your thighs. You turned your head and accepted the kiss me laid on your cheek, giggling when it lasted a little too long and the noodles you were cooking started to boil over from the lack of your stirring. He kept his arms around you a little longer that usual before putting his music on. Usually, he’d sit at the table and sip on the beer you set out for him, but this time he came back up behind you and hugged you tighter. 

‘It smells so good.’ He said, his lips pressing against your neck as he started to sway to the music, guiding you with him. 

You pressed into his chest and let him guide you to the music, your stirring slowly down as he began to hum along. His hands moved to run up and down your arms, his body still swaying back and fourth. 

‘Dance with me.’ He said into your ear making you chuckle and take a second to listen to the song that was playing. You placed the spoon on the counter and turned towards him. 

‘One, you’re still naked. Two this isn’t a song to dace to.’ You said hooking your arms around his neck, chuckling as he ignored you and started dance with you.

‘You’re towel is going to fall!’ You giggled pressing your body to his to help hold the towel as it started to slip off his waist. 

‘Baby oh, When I’m all up in it, I’m gonna get lost up in your sea, And I know when I’m finished, You’ll return this favor back for me.’ He sang along with the music, making you laugh at how hard he was trying to get you to slow dance with him to this dirty song. 

You slipped out of his arms and turned laughing as he had to quickly catch his towel, scoffing at you as he watched you turn back to the stove to resume cooking. He didnt hesitate for a second before hurrying to wrap his arms around you again and continuing to sing, but now softly and in your ear. 

It was a natural reaction of yours when he began to act like this to slightly arch your back, pressing yourself to his body and letting him move himself across you. You cocked your head to rest it against his as he rested his chin on your shoulder, his hands pulling at your waist more to make you back closer into him. You sighed looking at the food in front of you, knowing that if you let him distract you, that was it. You sighed again as he pressed harder into you and stepped in a way so you could turn to face him. 

‘Jooheon, not right-’

He cut you off by cupping your neck and pressing his lips to yours aggressively. You took a second to miss him back, the noodles being the only thing you could think about. But when he pressed into you further you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck, dropping the spoon you were using to stir. You kissed him back with just as much passing for half a second before unhooking your arms and reading behind you to turn the stove off. 

You let him spin you around so your back was to the counter and giggled when he lifted you up, wrapping your arms and legs around him as he slid you onto the counter.

You could hardly breath, the kiss was so intense that it felt like your body was going to explode with static eruption and Jooheon being already half naked underneath you didnt help. You tugged at his hair and squeezed at his biceps, completely engulfing yourself in the kiss he had put on you. 

You were both breathing hard as he pulled away and lifted your top off of your body, his lips reconnecting with yours as his hands quickly undid your bra. He immediately moved down, squeezing your thighs before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you off of the counter, spinning you around and backing you until you hit the table. He dipped down, kissing your neck and chest as his hands pulled your shorts down before pushing you down to lay on the table. 

His lips dipped down and kissed up your thighs moving up to the center of your body and then all the way up your stomach, up your cleavage and back to your lips. He groaned as your hands softly trailed down his stomach to where his towel was barley hanging on to his hips and he smiled softly against your lips as your hands let it free. 

He pushed himself against you, eating up your moans as you could faintly feel his tip caressing your wet core. You watched him as he sat up, looking down at you with dark eyes. His hand grabbed onto his member and held it to your core, pressing it firmly against your wet to lube himself up. You moaned, loving the way he felt against you. He rubbed himself against you over and over, pressing himself firmly against you, even teasing at your clit, but never entering you. 

You cussed and groaned at the feeling, reaching down to grab him so you could pull him closer to you, but he’d just laughed. As he rubbed himself against you harshly you finally let out a whimper and reached to grab his neck pulling him down to you. 

‘Stop it, please.’ You whimpered as he rubbed himself roughly against you, breathlessly. 

He chuckled again and let go of himself, kissing you again as he laid you back down, now attaching his lips to your neck. You started to moan instantly as he teased you a little longer, wetting his tip once again as if to just double check you were ready for him. His lips left your neck and he moved to look at you, his face inches away from yours and his hips still circulating. 

One hand found the top of your head, holding you in place and before you could blink he hooked his hips into you, spreading you apart and making you gasp as your body adjusted around him. You hooked your arms around his neck tightly as he began to pump quickly. 

You couldn’t close your mouth, your body was clenched so tightly around him that the pleasure was over bearing and you couldn’t relax. He could feel it too, and you knew by the way he cussed over and over, his dimples deepening with every few breaths. You moaned loudly when he pushed harsh into you once, your back arching and your hands moving to claw against his back. 

He groaned into your neck, his hot breath causing goosebumps to raise across your skin and you clawed into his back again. He pushed past your walls at a steady rate, washing himself with your moans until he needed more.

He pushed your legs up, resting himself against your knee as his pace quickened. From sitting up he reached deeper in you, hitting you in all the right spots to make your toes curl and your hands clench around his arm. You moaned his name, wanting him to open his eyes and kiss you, but the more he pumped the harder it was for your own eyes to stay open. He was now groaning above you, his fingers now squeezing to your skin, one hand around your knee and the other around your hip. The pressure just added on to the pleasure of his body in yours and you wanted nothing more than for that moment to last forever. 

But the more you wished for it to last the closer you got to hitting that edge. Your breath was staggered now and your hands were fluctuating against his bicep as you tried to get a good grip on him. Your breath was heavy, your chest raising up and down quickly and the sound of Jooheon pounding above you only made it easier for you to reach the right place. 

‘Jooheon.. I- I can’t!’ You breathed, finally opening your eyes to see him looking down at you. He lent back over, pressing his lips to yours tightly, his teeth taking ahold of your bottom lip for half a second before letting it go and hovering over you, pushing into you faster than before. 

You stuttered his name again and gripped onto the the side of the table, your body now arching under him. You tried to hold off on cumming as long as you could, but as his hand moved up your stomach, over your breast and up to hook around the back of your neck your body began to shake, your thighs vibrating as you pushed them to his sides to try and steady yourself from his pounding. 

Your body jerked under him and he smiled as he dipped down and kissed along your shoulder, pumping a few more times before pushing hard into you once and pulling out completely, cumming across your stomach, his lips still pressed to your shoulder you wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him as the aftershock hit you both. 

Not caring about the mess he made, you let him pull you up and off of the table, making sure your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist before standing up and walking with you to the bathroom. He had to stop a few times, the two of you getting lost in a kiss making it hard for him to walk. When you finally reached the bathroom you let him wipe you down with a wet cloth, fetch you one of his shirts and do a few cute other things that made butterflies explode in your stomach. 

Dinner was on forgotten as the two of you crashed onto the bed, it didnt matter at that point. He laid there on his back, you with your head on his bare chest and your arm draped loosely over his stomach and his fingers tracing softly over your arm until you and he both drifted off into such a deep sleep when you had woken up the nest morning, you two were in the same exact position you had fallen asleep in. 

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#79: Pawscar Wilde

A late birthday present for the iconic floofers who wrote The Importance of being Fur-nest and the Picture of Dorian Stray

I love to think that Uncle Donald dresses his three Nephews

And it’s always according to what they need most. 

Della had given the three of them their colors. Donald can’t find it in himself to give them new color schemes. Not when the cling to them. He gets that. It’s part of their mother, and it makes them feel closer. More attached to this image they had of her. Have of her.

But that also doesn’t mean that they don’t have individual issues that need to be addressed. Through clothing. 

Louie is always getting into trouble, and it became tiresome for Donald to chase after the kid to try and snatch him away from whatever expensive thing he was trying to lay his hands on. 

The hoodie helped.

Both as a way to make him look cooler (as Donald convinced him it did) but also worked as an incredibly convenient leash when need be. And my god… the need arose far more often then not. 

A good reach over and a yank was all it took to grab the youngest triplet off the ground and deposit him three feet back. 

Dewey is a whole matter all his own. 

For years, he’d gone around in only a blue shirt. Until his uncle had noticed the odd shivers that ran up and down his nephew. The kind that made the little kids feathers stand and quake if only for a moment, but enough of a moment to notice. 

The doctors all looked, humming and tutting away. Donald was scared that perhaps whatever the eldest triplet had (an array of things, as it would turn out) was somehow clinging to the middle one as well. He wasn’t sure how he’d handle two children like that. How he’d be able to manage the tears and the strife and the awful, nagging failure that sits in the pit of his stomach -you’re not enough for him… you never will be. He’d find a way. He knew he would. And so he prepared himself for that. 

It wasn’t that. 

Anxiety. Brought on by an almost violent need to achieve at a higher level. The little tyke was constantly at odds with himself. To be better. Do better. The therapist said it had to something to do with ego or something like that… That the kid looked up to people and latched onto their successes. That he strove to be like them to the point of exhaustion. 

“He needs comfort,” the psychologist said. “He does well in a nest space, yes?”

He did, actually. Both him and his eldest both did well in smaller, enclosed, warm spaces. Like the one he’d made for them out of pillows and blankets. 

Dewey relied on that time in the pillow fort of a nest for comfort. 

It was his security blanket. 

So Donald got him a pressure shirt. 

He found it in a ski store. It was blue. Just like his little pullover t-shirt. There was some resistance at first. He said it looked weird. But Donald showed him his sailor suit (long sleeves! see? do you think I’m weird?) and it all sorted itself out from there. 

Huey, the eldest, is a runt. I’ve already established that that’s my head canon, and that so much of his health depends on Donald getting him the right medications and putting him on the best eating schedule. He’s got soft, downy fluff and delicate feet and a fragile immune system. He was given red by his mother- but Donald found it best to brighten it up, and add a hat, which Huey needed no persuasion to put on. The tiniest of the three was so much easier to spot through a crowd with that on his head. 

Huey had also tried to convince his uncle to make him look bigger. He’d cried so consistently about being the smallest of the three. That it wasn’t fair. That he was so small. So weak looking. So quick to be made fun of by whoever was closest and meanest and biggest. So his uncle had found a red shirt with a collar. “Like your suits!” Huey had cheeped, breathless with happiness, pulling it on over his head. 

The three of them were all given their colors by their mother. 

Their Uncle Donald was the one who made sure their colors kept them healthy, happy, and whole. 

Monster Mash

(I know the title could be better, shush.)

On Friday Oct 13th, other than Markiplier destroying our feels, @justwritingscibbles released this little diddy of a fanfic with Vamp!Dark and Vamp!Anti. You can read it here

As a result some of her followers were asking her about Vamp!Mare. She decided to hand that creation over to me. He’s a bit on the rough side so far, but I hope you guys enjoy the story overall :)

Love to my editor @tenaciouslovechopshop

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Super relatable moments in ACOWAR ❗️ SPOILERS

- Rhys taking away Tamlins ability to speak basically because he literally wouldn’t shut up
- Azriel shrinking into shadows to avoid an uncomfortable conversation
- “You sent the bogge after them!”
- Mor putting a bottle of wine in front of Feyre when she’s stressed and telling her to drink straight from it
- Everyone being super uncomfortable when Varian and Amren were making out
- “Jurian rolled his eyes and went back to his bacon.”
- Helion just wanting a foursome with Mor, Cassian and Azriel