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bidisasterevankinard · 4 months

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Inspirational Saturday

hi everyone, I was barely active cause mental health is a bitch and I wasn't writing for days, but today i finally broke this block and started a new wip I named "please, stop twisting knife(never wanted to cause your pain)" where Eddie is going to be engaged to a wrong guy for a moment and date this guy for longer moment, not seeing how he destroys his and Buck's friendship (Buck's insecurities and Eddie the king of denial Diaz are gonna be in the fic for long time) I was tagged today by @monsterrae1 <33 meet the moodboard and 966 words of angst I wrote cause I wasn't posted for a moment

“I still don't know how I can help choose the ring for the guy I met like …,” Buck tries to remember all the situations he was with Alec at least in one room, “3 times? And let's not forget he is not my biggest fan,” Buck says, trying to sound casual. But everyone in the shop, except Eddie, looks strange at him. “Don’t you think Chris, Pepa, Hen, Karen, Chim or Maddie, Bobby or Athena, hell even Ravi, could be a better choice? They at least know him.”

“And he would not be angry with you for spending time with them. Them not me,” is left unspoken, but Buck has to bite his lip hard not to let it slip from him.

Buck turns away from Eddie, who looks so beautiful and joyful admiring rings. His face has this pure happiness and smile, Buck would be drinking like crazy, like the most thirsty man alive, seeing the purest water, if it wasn’t the face Eddie has because he wants to marry someone else. The guy who made them strangers. Even if Eddie keeps trying to deny it.

They are not family. They do not have movie nights or dinners, or even fucking calls and texts between them. Buck, thank god to Chris’ stubbornness, has it only with a boy. Mostly calls or texts, of course, because dinners or movies are barely even possible in between Buck’s shifts, Chris' school and social life. Plus to it Eddie and Alec’s attempt to create a family by constantly having family activities, and Buck left behind so easily.

He is just a memory now. And he always would remember who he was all those years. Temporarily replacement of a missing part for the third member of Diaz household, while Eddie was getting ready to find someone to be permanent. While he was getting ready to let someone take this place to never leave again.

Really, Buck is not even surprised he was so easily replaced. Just some words from Alec about him wanting Eddie to spend less time with Buck, Buck saying yes man, no problem, and now they are here. Him being not even a friend for Eddie. But just a guy who he still works with.

Eddie can deny it how he wants, but they are not friends anymore. They are closer to being strangers than friends.

Isn’t it the most painful of all of this situation?

Buck thought he had Eddie on his side forever, but he lost him too fast. He couldn’t even say a word because Eddie is happy. And why shouldn't he be?

He has an amazing partner and the best teenager in the world as a family. They are adopting the cat soon. Eddie and Alec want to buy a house together because they started to talk about a new kid in the future, and they just want more space for their family. Family where Buck would not have any place because he is not wanting here by big part. And he wouldn’t even try to make Alec angry trying to be here.

Just the thought that he knows all about Eddie’s plans for the future from someone, not from him, makes Buck sick, like someone twisting the knife into his guts, so he tries to concentrate on the rings the seller shows them.

At least about the engagement he found out from Eddie.

But Buck wishes to hear it from anyone else. Seeing Eddie’s face today, when the knocks on his door was too long and too exciting, almost screaming in Buck’s face how he needed to find the perfect ring right now and Buck should help him, destroyed part of his heart he considered dead for weeks, maybe even months, to never be recovered ever again.

He felt and still feels the sharp blade opening his back, cutting out his lungs to get to his heart, sticking and leaving the knife in his almost non-beating organ.

Buck can’t stop thinking, if he would be staying alive a little longer after lighting, would it feel the same, or would a heartbreak by the man who had your heart in his hands for years be way worse? Should Buck buy the suit for his funeral and not Eddie’s wedding?

“Yeah, I could ask them, but it would make no sense to buy the ring with them as they are not my best friend and not gonna be my best man,” Eddie grins at him sheepishly and Buck just forces the smile he perfected for years, making people believe he is fine.

He never used it with Eddie.

“Best friends, huh? What I was doing for the last nine months, Eddie? What books have I read? What movies have watched? Who is my celebrity crush of the week? A year ago you would answer easily. Now you don’t even know I’m moving to the house I bought some weeks ago.”

It rushes through his brain, making Buck hate himself for being petty and not staying truthful to his words to always have Eddie’s back, even though he knows for Eddie it means nothing now, but not for him.

For him it was a vow he takes with him to grave. So he presses his little overgrown nails so deep into the skin of his palm that he almost feels like cutting through the skin, and says, “I’m proud to be your best man. Let’s try to choose the perfect ring.”

Buck swallows blood in his mouth from all the organs being crushed and chopped into bloody soup inside him when Eddie just smiles like he can’t see - and Buck hates that he actually can’t, that Eddie never saw him - how he breaks him and shows Buck two rings he likes the most.

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luaspersona · 1 year

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fic teaser | kim taehyung

pairing ↠ himbo!taehyung x reader (f. reader) genre ↠ college!au; holiday!au; smut; one-shot; humor summary ↠ after making some terrible memories together, Taehyung wants nothing more than to never see you again; and he was pretty much succeeding until — after a minor accident — he finds himself having to spend Christmas alone with you in the middle of nowhere. rating ↠ +18 teaser warnings ↠ nothing explicit; profanity; nudity; mentions of sex; mentions of bondage; mentions of puking.

complete work warnings (full warnings on the post) ⇝ alcohol consumption; sexual tension; religious jokes; minor accident; very minor parent issues; second hand embarrassment; pov switch; explicit smut: masturbation, orgasm denial and control, edging, dirty talk, pet names, soft dom!taehyung, switch!reader, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, light spanking, a splash of degradation, begging; overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, rough sex, aftercare.

release date ↠ released. teaser word count ↠ 0.8k estimated reading time ↠ 2 minutes

note ↠ so i had the idea to write a holiday!au for tae’s birthday around three weeks ago and just now finished the outline lol 🤡 i’m still working on it, but i decided to drop a little something so you can have a taste! the teaser happens a couple months before the actual fanfic, so it’s not christmas here yet lol sorry, i promise i’ll plan better the next time (i probably won’t tho). note² ↠ wanna thank @imakeamess for the BEAUTIFUL BANNER, i know i was all over the place but you were able to create the most amazing art for me, so thank you once again🥺 note³ ↠ special thanks to @uarmymoonlight for helping me come up with the story and patiently listening to me rambling about this fic nonstop, i love you! and @vsualitae for helping me find inspiration and letting me spam his dms with this lol note⁴ ↠ also, merry christmas for those who celebrate and happy holidays! hope you all have an amazing year ending and an even better new year🎄

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When Taehyung was eighteen years old, he told a slightly less experienced Jungkook that girls have a secret sweet spot on the back of their knees.

Yeah, pretty shitty, he knows, he knows— but!, in Taehyung's defense, Jungkook was too damn innocent for his own good and he obviously didn't expect that Jungkook would take a whole ass year to google it. How hard is it to differentiate a freaked out face from a fucked out face, really? It was only like, 30% his responsibility.

Clearly, though, the universe wasn't as understanding, because now Taehyung is pretty sure that he’s cursed.

Whenever he’s feeling like he’s hot shit, life finds ridiculous and absurd ways to humble him — being extra careful to guarantee Jungkook front row seats.

Fair enough. Taehyung has no problem owning his stuff, and he didn’t really believe all this karma shit anyway.

Except when it came to you.

“Shit.” Soojin curses, hands stopping in their search for her keys.

“What's wrong, babe?” Jungkook frowns.

“Can we maybe go to your place? My roommate had some work stuff to prepare and asked me to give her some space this afternoon.”

Taehyung groans “Soojin, we live on the other side of campus and I'm starving.” He punctuates this by lifting the food bags in his hands.

“But she's been super stressed lately, I don't wanna add to that.”

“We won't! We can be quiet, baby.” Jungkook reassures.

Soojin chews her bottom lip. “You sure?”

“Promise.”

Taehyung nods. “She won't even notice us.”

Soojin sighs. “Fine.”

“Also, it can be a great opportunity for Tae to finally meet her.” Jungkook turns to Taehyung. “She's painfully your type, man.”

“Don’t even think about it! My roomie is not interested in Taehyung’s fuckboy ways, Kookie, she’s a pure soul.” Soojin protests.

“Baby, that’s slutshaming. Not cool.”

“What? I'm not a fuckboy. I'm just a very good boy who likes to give people what they want, nothing wrong with that.”

Soojin rolls her eyes, then finally opens the door.

Barely they step into the apartment, though, the three of them freeze — somewhat distracted by the sight of a blond man standing in the middle of the living room, covered only by a blue underwear and a trail of purple marks on his neck and collarbone.

And damn, what a fine man that is. Taehyung had never seen such pretty pouty lips before and he can't help the sudden wish to add a couple of purples to that soft skin himself.

“What the hell?” Soojin's question prompts the man to cover his crotch with his hands. Pitty. “Who the fuck are you?”

“So, I found these old ropes in the back of my drawer, but I think they can hold—” you stop talking once you enter the living room, seeing a hell of a lot more people than when you left.

Jungkook snickers, glancing down at the rope still in your hands. “Pure soul my ass.”

When your name drops from Soojin’s mouth, something snaps in Taehyung’s mind. You see, he isn’t dumb by any means, but Taehyung sure sometimes is slow.

To be fair, he’d spent so much time trying to forget everything about you and the day you met that it’s only natural that he would take some time to recognize your face from his days I wish I hadn’t woken up archive.

But the way your fingers tighten around the knots before you hide them behind your back? Shit, how can he forget the way those fingers felt entangled in his hair that night? The way you made him groan against your neck whenever you pulled a bit too strong?

And your thighs? Fuck, they are so much prettier than he fantasized they’d be, barely covered by the oversized shirt you’re wearing. Taehyung almost has to stifle a groan because holy fuck how he wishes he could’ve seem them — felt them under his palms that night.

“Is he your work thing?” Soojin sarcastically points to the man’s general direction.

“Yeah, sorry about that, Soo, I just wanted to— Taehyung?!”

He grimaces, eyes immediately darting away from your form as he clears his throat, letting out a silent “hey.”

“You know each other?” Soojin frowns.

“We uhm… we met at—” you stutter “we met once. At a party.”

Soojin is silent for a moment, before her jaw drops “Wait— is Taehyung the puke guy?!”

The blue underwear man looks at you immediately. “Did you puke on him?”

“No! No, of course not, Jimin, it was him who— I mean, uh” so this is what humiliation tastes like? “Nevermind.”

The sudden sound of Jungkook’s laugh erupts beside Taehyung, and the boy takes his hand to his stomach as he leans forward. Taehyung is sure he’s never seen Jungkook so happy.

It takes around a minute for Jungkook’s laugh to turn into light giggling as he tries to catch his breath.

“She’s the girl you puked on? No fucking way, man.”

Well. Yeah. Karma and shit.

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chronosh0t · 2 months

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𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: canon-divergence ; Lee's pov ; sfw ; slightly angst. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 〔 NO BETA 〕

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: what if Lee got stuck in a loop? it's based on this tweet I posted weeks ago.

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It has been so long, too long to count. Nonstop fighting for an end that is far from near, for a thin lay of hope that may or may not come out of the cruelty of reality. The light it's too dim, the air is too heavy, toxic and corrupted, no matter how deep every breath is, it never makes him feel better, less relaxed. Less lonely.

His hands are tired, his legs are having a hard time trying to keep up and his M.I.N.D is completely numb over time. Losing sense, and every single moment that peace seems to greet him, it flies past him as fast as one of his bullets. Breaking him in the silence of rejection, in the middle of the tower where escaping is not an option. For how long will this keep going? He does not know. And, to be fair, he doesn't want to know either. The crushing weight of having a clock ticking, counting what's left and what's yet to come, is not pleasant.

So he opted to ignore it. He made the decision, that day, to do the job only he was able to do. Because that was his sole purpose, at least for now, as much as he wished to change this twisted fate, it wouldn't be fair for those outside. If he was the only one capable, then so be it. Sacrifices must always be done. Be it time, or his own life. Just for the illusion that outside everyone is safe. He will stand over and over, shoot his gun, kill whoever or whatever gets in his way, for a slim chance.

There are short moments when everything is quiet, when not a single cry from despair could be heard, except for his erratic breathing, his feet dragging him to the stairs to finally take a seat after hours of battles and the loud noise of his weapon against the floor. He closes his eyes for a few seconds before taking a small device to call them. He just wants to have a few minutes to talk. Hoping. Wishing.

The call makes it through, and two faces greet him, smiling happily. The girl in red breaks the silence first.

ㅤㅤㅤ“It's been a while, Lee.” she stops, as if pondering if it's plausible to ask about his condition when it's obvious. “How are things on your side?”

ㅤㅤㅤ“Nothing new. The fights are endlessly annoying but, it's fine. I'm fine.” His voice cracks at the end, how terrible he has been at lying lately, or maybe he is too tired to pretend. Lee knows his teammates are aware of his state.

ㅤㅤㅤ“Lee…” the soft voice from Liv seemed to echo inside the tower, he nods and smile, “I know it's useless to say but, do please take care of yourself. I also know you're capable but.. We are worried about you. Especially Commandant.”She finished, her pink eyes showing great concern.

ㅤㅤㅤ“Commandant is a bit busy now. We would've called him but I know you have your ways.” Lucia explained, a chuckle escaped from her mouth.

Lee laughs at that. Indeed, he has his ways to contact his Commandant. “Thank you, I really mean it.” He finally spoke, the bitterness can be tasted, smelled and felt. Too heavy. “My time is running out. When I get another break, I will try to contact you guys again. Please take care.” He smiles again, and ends the call.

There's never a “goodbye”. Because he doesn't want to think about an end. As much as he is tired and his frame is at its limit on par with his M.I.N.D slowly losing complete focus from time to time, more often than not, Lee would reject the idea of a last call with his friends. That won't happen. He refuses to let that be part of his reality.

More often than not, he finds himself considering giving up and leaving, letting the wheel of destiny decide his punishment but there's something, someone, that keeps him from doing so. Or more like a “possible future”. Where there's no one, when the person he has come to cherish a little bit too much is no longer by his side, where his teammates are no longer walking with him but just a name in a marble stone. That was scary enough for him. The weight it's too much again.

His break is about to end. Taking a deep breath, he takes his device and taps a message and presses the send button, with the same address. For the same person. With the same words. He can feel an insufferable pain packing up inside his chest, filling the space between his ribs, crushing his artificial heart. He is shaking. His eyes are burning and tears are building up, but it's not the time.

It has never been. It probably never will.

He stands up, weapon in his hands. Time is running and it will never stop, no matter how many times he goes back, no matter how much he wishes and hopes, because time has never cared for that. So, for now, he just needs to keep going, and maybe one day, time will stop for him and he will be able to go back home. Go back to his friends. To his Commandant and be part of Gray Raven again.

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The digital screen beeps at the new message. He knows who sent it, and it's the reason he is also a bit reluctant to open it. He is always afraid it will be the last. His fingers trace the screen before lightly pressing over the email icon. A small text shows up, saying:

ㅤㅤㅤ“It's been a while. I know Liv and Lucia are there to take care of you, but I've got to know you enough to understand you're a magnet for troubles. So, don't do anything stupid.

ㅤㅤㅤ I don't have much time, there's nothing new. I am doing as fine as I can, you don't need to worry (I know you will, but don't let my situation distract you from your job, Commandant).

ㅤㅤㅤ ………… I miss you. I miss you a lot. It even hurts a bit sometimes. But I'm always hoping. Hoping that one day I will be by your side again, seeing you smile, holding your hand. I miss your warmth. The idea of going back to you, to Gray Raven keeps me going.

ㅤㅤㅤ I have to go. See you next time.”

And without knowing, despite the distance between them, tears were shed at the same time. Because time was the only thing connecting them.

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theduckofindeed · 5 months

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Chapter 1 of My Sun and Moon Fanfic is Almost Done!

A few weeks ago, I wrote a post about a fanfic I’m writing about Sun and Moon from FNAF: Security Breach. I’ve really been struggling with the story’s opening, but I’m finally starting to make some progress there, so getting this story published in the “near” future is starting to look more and more likely.

Chapter 1 has now been relocated to much later in the story. So chapter 2 has become the new chapter 1, and I’m rather proud of how it’s coming along. I want to be careful to avoid filler and make sure that every scene progresses the story, and I’ve managed to pack a decent amount of detail into that first chapter. Oh, and chapter 1 is already over 6000 words, but there’s nowhere to break it in half! We start at a very logical opening, Sun’s first day at the Daycare. Splitting that in half would be weird.

Just gotta get this first section done (maybe spanning a month?), and then I should feel more comfortable publishing chapters. I’m just struggling a bit because some of the scenes I have planned don’t have a clear order, chronologically speaking. Especially at first, as Sun is just doing his day-to-day job, so there are plenty of things that could happen in any order. Instead, I have to figure out which scenes serve my current purpose of progressing more abstract themes…not sure if that makes sense, but I think that explains why I’m having a harder time writing this story than I have others. I have roughly four things that must be established during this first section of the story. But now that chapter 1 is close to being done, I should at least have a very solid foundation from which to continue.

Last of all, I wanted to mention that the story is more or less going to be strictly from Sun’s POV. Except for the original chapter 1, which was relocated for a reason. At first, Sun isn’t going to be quite as we remember him in the game. He’s still a new AI and has yet to fully learn how to communicate with humans without coming off as, well, robotic. But worry not, for soon enough, he will grow into the Sun we all know and love! It will take a bit more time for Moon to appear in the story, but I’ve already written a lot of future scenes starring the both of them, and I’m liking my interpretation of Moon so far.

So my next order of business: continue the story’s opening and decide on a proper title and summary!

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sundrop #fnaf moodrop #fanfic

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nekoannie-chan · 5 months

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Mind

Title: Mind.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Agent of HYDRA!Mutant!Reader.

Word count: 264 words.

Square: E3 “Mind control.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve can’t control his mind.

Major Tags: Mind control.

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Steve had faced some mutants who were part of HYDRA before, but what was about to happen? He had never considered it as if it were an option. In the midst of the fight, a new threat emerged: you appeared; no one would suspect you, but the reality was that you could control minds and cause any being to do what you wanted.

You had been recruited by Hydra at an early age because of your unique abilities. You were cold and calculating, totally committed to the HYDRA cause, not to mention what you had been promised, and so it was; you were going to get it.

After several minutes, you could finally see Steve. You didn't need to get close to or touch him; you just had him within your field of vision. You wiggled your fingers slightly.

You saw how Steve tensed up; you smiled; it had worked; and the best thing was that no one would suspect you. Now that you had infiltrated Steve's mind and were going to sow discord within the Avengers.

It took less than a week to hear the rumors. Now that the Avengers seemed to be against Steve, or maybe it was the other way around, the time had come for him to finally go with you.

That night you showed up at a park near the Avengers base; you didn't even have to wait long for Steve to show up; there was no need to exchange words; you simply raised your hand and he took it; they started walking; you always got what you wanted.

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andreafmn · 1 year

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12 Days of Ficmas - Day 6

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): i know it’s supposed to be romantic to be snowed in but literally all i have in my apartment is pop tarts

Word Count: 1.9K

Story Description: Nick Miller has it all planned out. A rental just for him and (Y/N), a dinner reservation, and a week by themselves during Christmas in Chicago. The only thing he can't predict is how the weather will be.

Fandom: New Girl

Pairing: Nick Miller x Female!Reader

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Nothing Ever Goes According to Plan

He meant well.

Nick Miller always meant well.

He had planned a whole trip to Chicago for the winter with his girlfriend (Y/N). They had been very busy as of lately. He with his writing and she with her graphic design clients. Especially as the holidays snuck up on them, they had less and less time to see each other.

But Nick wanted to change that. They had already decided to spend Christmas in Chicago with his family. And as much as he loved them, he could barely spend a few hours in a confined space with them, let alone a week. He also couldn’t bring himself to do that to (Y/N). Having to spend the holidays in the piercing Chicago winter was torture enough.

He had rented an apartment just for the two of them. Close enough that they could see his family on Christmas day but far enough that they wouldn’t drop by for a visit. A nice AirBnB to spend the week in together. It was even adorned with beautiful Christmas decorations.

Nick arrived a day before his girlfriend. He had said it was so he could spend some one-on-one time with his family. But in reality, he had something else planned for her arrival.

“Look, Jess, I have told you the plan twenty times already,” Nick sighed into his phone. “I’m sure it’s gonna be fine.”

“Just tell me one more time, Nick! I wanna make sure everyone is on schedule.”

“UGH! Fine. She gets here at three, we have some couple-y alone time, then at 6 we get to Piccolo where we will be escorted to the outdoor patio where I’ll finally pop the question,” he listed off. “Then, if she says yes…”

“When she says yes,” Jess interrupted.

“Sure. We’ll go inside where you will all celebrate the fact that she is crazy enough to want to spend her life with me.”

“Stop it, Nick. I’ve never seen either of you this happy,” she reprimanded. “Now, you’ve got the ring?”

“Yes.”

“You confirmed the reservation?”

“Ya-huh.”

“Did you check the weather for today?”

Nick kept quiet for a couple of seconds. He thought he had done everything possible to ensure the night would go without a hitch. Except check the unpredictable weather of the winter. He had gotten used to the warm and sunny days of California so it didn’t cross his mind to verify that snow would ever ruin everything he had planned.

“You know they’re saying it might snow a lot tonight,” Jess regained his attention. “Maybe we can think of plan B, just in case something happens.”

“It’s gonna be fine Jessica,” Nick laughed nervously. “I’m pretty sure it won’t snow that much. I would know. I’m from Chicago.”

He didn’t have a backup plan. He didn’t want one. Nick wanted everything to go as he had been playing out in his head. Nothing less than perfection.

Somehow, he found himself nervously cleaning the place as he waited for the clock to hit three in the afternoon, and (Y/N) knocked on the door. The apartment was already clean but he needed to hyper-fixate on something that didn’t make him lose his mind.

Before he knew it, a knock rapped on the door and the nerves built up once again inside him. If she was here that could only mean that they were hours closer to a life-changing decision. And (Y/N) had all the power to turn all his Christmases into a time to remember or a time he would always dwell on.

“Uh, Nick?” (Y/N) called from the other side of the door. “Can you let me in, babe? It’s freezing out here.”

“Yeah, yeah! Just a sec,” he responded as he took one final look around the place to make sure it looked perfect. “Hey.”

“Hey, you,” (Y/N) smiled as soon as her boyfriend opened the door. She gave him a quick peck on his lips as she passed the threshold, patting away the snow that had accumulated on her clothes. “It’s really coming down out there. Looks like I got here just in time before things get ugly.”

“What’d you mean?”

“Well, snow’s already coming down hard and they say that six more inches of snow are gonna fall.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, a tempting smile on her face. “But enough about that, huh? It’s the first time in a long time that we’ve been together with no other things to worry about. Let’s make up for some lost time.”

“I like where your mind is, girl,” Nick answered, pushing his worries to the back of his mind.

***

The pair lay in bed, enjoying the warmth of the apartment. After engaging in the physical activity they had missed out on in a while, they were pretty worn out. (Y/N)’s head was on Nick’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as he drew circles on her back.

“It’s a bit romantic, don’t you think?” she said softly. “You and me, trapped in this very nice apartment, a white Christmas happening outside. It’s charming.”

Panic set into him once again. Whilst his mind was elsewhere, he had completely forgotten about the weather predicament. “Well, babe, being snowed in might sound romantic,” he said. “But all I’ve got in the apartment is beer and pop tarts.”

“Very college-esque of you,” she chuckled. “I think we can manage for a night. You know, we can start now, be drunk by seven and back in bed by nine. We’ll sleep through the whole night.”

“But we’ve got that reservation at that restaurant I told you about. It took me a long time to get it.”

“We can call and reschedule, baby. I mean, given the weather conditions I’m sure they’d understand,” she reasoned. “Now, I’m gonna go get a beer and sit by the fire. You can join me if you want. But I’m drinking with or without you.”

As soon as she was out of the room, Nick scurried for his phone. Calling the only person he knew could help.

“Jess! I’m freaking out,” he scream whispered.

“You’re snowed in?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And the only plan you had is falling apart?”

“You know it,” he replied. “I know I screwed up by not having a backup, but I don’t want to hear an ‘I told you so’ right now.”

“Okay, calm down, Nick. I’ll call the restaurant and have them set up the same thing for tomorrow. I’ll send out a message to everyone telling them about the change of plans. And you, my friend, are going to enjoy this night with your girlfriend soon-to-be fiancé.”

“Thanks, Jess.”

“Sure thing. It’s all gonna work out, Nick,” she said in an attempt to calm him down. “Now, I’ve gotta go 'cause I am also snowed in with Sam and I’m gonna take advantage of the situation.”

“You dirty dog,” he chuckled. “Have fun!”

He hung up the phone, feeling relief wash over him before he walked out to the living room. There, (Y/N) had taken out a six-pack of beer from the fridge and had started on her first one. In front of her was a plate with two pop tarts, and one of them had a bite taken off.

“Ready to get drunk?” she asked Nick when she saw him come out of the bedroom. “As you can see, I’ve already started.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he smiled.

Two hours and twelve beers later, they were sat next to the apartment’s Christmas tree staring at the twinkling lights. They were bundled in each other’s arms, a warm blanket wrapped around them. They had drunk, watched movies, drunk some more, and ate half a box of Pop-Tarts. But they’d gotten to the point where their minds were hazy from the alcohol and everything around them was a very intriguing sight.

“This is fun,” she said. “I could do this forever.”

Forever triggered something in drunk Nick. Suddenly, the box in his pocket was burning a hole in his pants.

“Funny you should mention that,” he chuckled dryly.

“Mention what?”

“That!”

“What are you talking about?” she laughed.

“Forever.”

(Y/N) didn’t understand where he was going with his line of thinking. But it intrigued her. So, she asked, “What about forever?”

“You know, I had a whole thing planned,” he started. “But I forgot to check the weather. I grew up here and I forgot to check the damn weather.”

“Babe, why are you rambling on about the weather?”

“Might as well get this over with,” he smiled. “I, uh, had been planning something for a while now. But like most of my plans, things didn’t really turn out the way they should. You know, you start with one thing and make sure it’s perfect. Once it’s perfect you don’t want to mess with it. And you always do it with the best intentions, but the world doesn’t care about good intentions. And…”

“Nick,” she interrupted him. “Don’t mean to cut you here, but you’re rambling.”

“I had this whole speech planned,” he went on. “But for the life of me, I can’t remember it right now. So, I’ll speak from the heart – 'cause I’m very good at that, especially when I’m drunk.”

Nick moved his body until he was sitting face-to-face with her. He took her hands in his and continued.

“(Y/N), I love you. I love you so damn much,” Nick smiled. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Making plans that always get screwed up. I want to get drunk right before Christmas. I wanna go to crazy expensive restaurants with you and leave because we hate the food there. I want a house, and kids, and everything that comes with life. I want it all and I want it with you!”

“Are you asking what I think you’re asking?”

He pulled the black box out of his pocket, revealing the ring he’d guarded for six months and somehow had managed to hide it all that time. “Will you make the craziest decision of your life and agree to marry me?”

“Nick! Yes! A thousand times yes!” (Y/N) exclaimed as she threw her arms around him, knocking him back onto the floor. She landed on top of him and they both laughed. “And if getting married to you is crazy, then let me be crazy. Because nothing would make me happier.”

“Can I ask you something else?”

“Anything.”

“Make sure you act surprised tomorrow at the restaurant,” he chuckled. “It was supposed to be a surprise, but everyone’s gonna be at Piccolo’s tomorrow expecting a proposal. They don’t have to know it’s gonna be a replay.”

“Nick, you suck at lying.”

“But I’m great at make-believe,” he grinned. “And tomorrow I’m gonna be Nick from this morning. The nervous wreck that wanted today to be perfect.”

“Well, regardless if tomorrow doesn’t go well, today you gave me the best present in the world,” she smiled as she set a soft kiss on his lips.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

“Merry Christmas, fiancé.”

“Kind of like the sound of that,” he chuckled. “Nick Miller, fiancé.”

“I’d like husband a lot more,” (Y/N) smiled back. “And it’d be a Christmas miracle if you can pull off tomorrow. Again, you are terrible at lying.”

“But terrific at make-believe,” they chorused before laughing.

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galvanizedfriend · 4 months

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hi, yokan <3

I read that in Brazil there's a week-break because of carnival, therefore I hope you're finally having a bit of rest!

I was wondering if you could post an outtake with the klaroeve scene? from you comment I understood that there was more than that little scene in the latest chapter, and I would LOVE to read it!

sorry if I sound rude or pressuring, it's not my intention at all :(( I'm just Eve's third parent, I need more scenes with my babygirl being adorable 😭😭

I totally get why you don't put more of her in the main story. I ALWAYS say that babyplots are terrible due to a lot of factors, one of them being the constant present of a baby who basically does nothing (rightfully, since, yk, it went out of the whomb last year) and that adds nothing to the plot but just terrible fan service.

I think most people would agree with this, maybe even you!

HOWEVER, my little wolf/fish/mermaid is THE exception and I would love to see more of her, and, since u have a series dedicated to those fluffy moments that don't exactly fits with the plot, I really wish you will post something there 😭😭

sorry for bothering you, I hope you'll have a good day!

P.S.

totally off-topic but I also read some of your comments in Portuguese (AT LEAST I think it's Portuguese 😭) and I understood like 80% of it, privileges of being Italian ‼‼ so lol now you really can't escape me >:)

Yes, it's Carnaval right now! It's a nearly weak-long holiday, but it sadly ends on Wednesday. 😢 And I was technically on call yesterday, so 😂 But I am very much enjoying not doing anything 🤷‍♀️

About the baby thing, yes. 😂 I've been so lucky to get some passionate readers almost from the start with this fic and to have people who are still reading it a ton of years later, but I've also had to read some very mean things over the years that have stuck with me. It has made me extremely self-conscious about this story. I sometimes find myself almost apologizing for writing it, like I'm commiting some kind of crime against fandom or like I should be banned for inflicting this upon people for as long as I have. I wish I could be the kind of person who just doesn't care and remains blissfully unbothered, but I'm not. I'm not a naturally confident person in any way, and that kind of thing does get to me.

It's gotten better, of course. I care a lot less now than I used to, and the fic is not as popular as it was a few years ago either, so there's that But some of that stuff has just ingrained itself into my brain. Objectively I know this is stupid and I don't owe anybody anything, I don't have to apologize for writing a fanfiction for god's sake. There's room for everyone in fandom. I can have a corner to rewrite the show and have a magical Klaroline baby, fuck it. Who cares, you know? But it's almost stronger than me sometimes, I don't realize I'm doing it. I get this feeling that I need to be more critical otherwise people are going to think it's ridiculous and OOC and nobody's gonna want to read it anymore and etc etc. It's exhausting. And it's obviously nobody's fault, it's just me in my own head, but that's how it goes.

The scene you're talking about in particular. I had it written years ago. Literal years, maybe 2021 or early 2022. Some of my friends had even already read it a loooong time before the chapter was finished. And I was convinced that it was so cute and totally fine. Then as I wrapping up the chapter, I started getting this itch that it was actually ridiculous and the folks who had read it didn't say anything because they were being nice, they didn't want to hurt my feelings, and I had to get delete it. So I did. In all truth, I think the chapter is more polished like this. But then I removed a family scene and ended up writing smut that also had no place in the chapter, so. 🤷‍♀️

Anyway, I'm sorry for the rambly response. 🥲 I'll tell you this: I will read the deleted scene again and if I feel it's not dumpster-fire bad, I will post it here. But I need to check it first, because there is chance that it's not just my paranoid head telling me to get rid of the baby scenes and it really is just that bad. 😂

And as for the last part, yes, it's Portuguese. It's my native language. And it's so funny how Italian, Spanish and Portuguese can be so similar. I understand Spanish much better than Italian, but I do get some of it as well. Latin languages 🤜🤛 (except French, I don't understand French at all 😂)

#yokan answers #feat-peach

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three-headed-monster · 4 months

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find the words tag

i was tagged by the lovely @kj-op to do this fun little tag thing!!! currently have like 30 wips (oops) over a few different fandoms and no one who will appreciate them all so i figured why not share some of my writing? i haven't done that in a bit on here soooooo might as well :)))

my words are : Time, Down, Slowly, Great

TIME found in the loneliest time (hockey rpf, this is a 5+1 that is missing 1 scene, it's about kent's relationships after owen and how they find each other again)

That’s why it comes as a shock to him when Kent and Johnny announce their separation, in a mutual statement released on the CBJ account three days before Kent announces his official retirement from the NHL. They’d been married for five years, Owen distinctly remembers checking “no” on the RSVP. The last time they had seen each other had been such a shitshow that Owen didn’t want to risk it again, not on Kent’s special day. He doesn’t even know why they would send him an RSVP anyways, but it was what it was. They posted a few photos of their first look on their Instagram accounts respectively, and Owen had been bold enough to like one. Kent had looked ethereal in his white suit and all Owen could think about is how glad he was that Kent was looking genuinely, genuinely content. He never thought that Kent would fall out of love with Johnny, but Owen doesn’t pretend like he knows that Kent at all anymore. Life moves on. Owen feeds his goats and collects eggs from his chickens and waters his flowers that he planted for someone who will never see them. He’s happy, as happy as he can be with a life built around a hole in his heart. He’s accepted that this is as good as it’ll get for him, and that it’s enough. It’s enough.

DOWN found in lay your head down (this is a 5sos fic, it's a soft bdsm au that will probably end up to be around 30k once i'm done with it)

Luke’s a sub. Ashton knows this because he’s known Luke nearly longer than he hasn’t, and has known his designation since they were 18 in the UK and Luke had called him drunk from a club for a ride. Ashton hadn’t asked questions that night, not when Luke refused to look at him, not when Luke purposefully tugged the sleeves of his sweater down to cover the bracelets on his right wrist. Ash doesn’t ask about it in their present-day either. What Luke does as a sub is entirely his business, and his business alone, and it’s not Ash’s prerogative to know anything about his preferences. He values Luke far too much as a person for that. He also knows that if he did ask, Luke would take it as Ashton, a dom, judging him for what he likes. And that’s not a power dynamic Ashton is at all interested in playing with.

SLOWLY found in lover of mine (maybe we'll take some time) (my current 1322 longfic; this is from the next chapter, which is set in new york city

Kent could feign tiredness and pretend like he’s going to bed, to freak out about the events of the whole week like he wants to. But Owen would just see right through it, like Kent is cellophane on stage again. He’ll ask questions, even if everyone else on the bus is either asleep or going to sleep already. Except for Jimmy who is sipping yet another coffee and clacking away at his computer at the front lounge. His glasses are slowly sliding off his face, and Kent knows he’ll be conked out at the desk there in less than ten minutes.

and finally GREAT found in sneaking out of heaven (another 5sos fic, a guardian angel au)

Luke’s human is sad again. It’s the third time this week. Yesterday, his human hadn’t been able to get out of bed. The day before that, he had thrown up his dinner before Luke could gently nudge him into eating dessert. Today? Today, Luke’s human is crying on the phone to his friend. At the very least, his human had mustered up the courage to move from his bed to his couch. It’s a start. Luke knows it’s not enough. “I just miss her so much Michael,” Luke’s human sniffles loudly, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his dishevelled robe. Luke’s pretty sure it’s the only clean clothing he has in his closet at the moment. With a quick flick of his wrist, he sends a message to his human to get tissues. His human get up to grab them immediately, blowing snot into one just as quick. “I know it’s stupid to miss someone who wanted to leave you, but I miss her so much.” Luke’s human has always been great at listening to his commands. Always.

i feel like all my fic friends on tumblr have fallen off the face of the earth BUT i'm tagging: @frostbeees @fifthovertime @overtimegoal @jeffreyskinner and anyone else who might want to participate! your words are: start, blue, butterfly, and house

#writing #thanks for tagging me !!!!!#i love sharing my writing and i feel like i never get to anymore lmao #tag game #q speaks

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ectogeo-rebubbles · 11 months

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ok i know about several of these fics already but post-second-skin and also (carl anderson voice from the movie version of jcs) damned for alllllll tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

Thanks for the ask!

(for this WIP ask game)

Damned for all time is a Kira/Winn ficlet set during the scene in Strange Bedfellows (I think?) where Kai Winn goes to Kira for advice bc she's just learned she's been hearing from the Pah-Wraiths not the Prophets! It was inspired by a prompt (your prompt lol) for the Sapphic Summer event. But maybe they also fuck or at least kiss a little? I'm currently struggling with this one bc of the word limit for the event being only 100-250 words lol, and I keep going over that when I try to write it, so I need to really refine the idea down to like the Essentials. No snippet right now bc it's so in flux, sorry

Post-Second Skin first time is a Garashir getting together fic in which Garak has big, big exile angst. <3 Garak also maaaaaybe (definitely) has some unhealthy ideas about sex because he's never really been with anyone except as part of a mission. There's also a mismatch in their mindsets because Garak does not let on at first how very angsty he is and at first Julian only sees the flirty front he's putting up. So Julian's just internally like wheeeee we're finally fucking yaaaay ^_^ <3, and Garak is internally like oh no I am a horrible person, I am clearly somehow deceiving him into wanting to be with me and I can't do that to the man I love (oh no, oh fuck, I love him so much) T_T, and that angst all reaches a breaking point, after which Julian comforts Garak. <3

Post-Second Skin first time snippet below the cut:

He’d been invited over to make up for the late snack they’d had to postpone last week when he’d brought Julian the news of Major Kira’s kidnapping by the Obsidian Order. He’d been to Cardassia and back since then and he felt… Well, he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that.

Cardassia was the same as it had always been. The air tasted the same, the heat pressed against his scales like always. It was a little bit devastating that it was the same; his absence hadn’t mattered to anyone but him.

And yet, it was also completely different. He was different now, exile having changed him in ways he hadn’t realized until confronted with his home again, and now everything that should have been familiar suddenly looked so strange to him. The difference had manifested in more obvious ways too, in that he had been, for the moment, working against the Obsidian Order to rescue a Bajoran soldier for a Federation commander.

But all of that could have been forgiven, perhaps: he had been coerced after all. What was much less forgivable was how disconnected he’d felt, like there wasn’t a place for him here anymore. Like he could never go back.

This station wasn’t home either. He knew that he was only allowed to stay because he’d made it a priority to make himself useful to the station’s new owners. It had been his idea in the first place to prove his value by helping out in the Tahna Los business, so he couldn’t begrudge the commander for putting him to use. He’d invited it. He’d auditioned for the role. A favor or two a year was usually an easy price to pay.

But it had rattled him, to nearly be evicted just because he didn’t want to risk his life by breaking the terms of his exile. There was nowhere else for him to go that was far enough away from his enemies yet close enough that he could stay involved in Cardassian affairs. If he had to leave the station, he would never be able to prove himself to Tain or whoever else might be convinced to rescind his exile.

And so as he sat here in Julian’s quarters, he wanted Julian to curl his arm around his waist and claim him as his own. He wanted this kind of thing often—and he was nearly certain that Julian wanted something more than friendship with him too—but he hadn’t dared get involved with him. Now, the usual longing was laced with something else, a desire for stability, a way to keep some measure of control on his life. If he were in a relationship with a Federation member—a senior officer on the station, no less—then he couldn’t be forced to leave so readily.

Garak swallowed. He could start something so easily. Julian would take him to bed if he asked, he was sure of it. And Garak would figure out how to please his alien body as quickly as he always had with his targets. He’d fill him or surround him or slide against him, do whatever he wanted, until Julian needed him, desperately. He’d make himself completely available to him, to use at his discretion. He’d give him so much pleasure and so selflessly that soon Julian wouldn’t be able to live without him, and would feel drawn to help him.

Maybe Julian could even some day fall in love with him.

#wip ask game #wip ask game 2023 #ask game #my fic #keep sending me asks everyone!

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child-of-peace · 2 years

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I’m trying to figure out the timeline of Headless and this is what I have so far:

We know for a fact that Ichabod’s court session was on a Monday, so we’ll centre it on that: Episode 5 takes place on a Monday and will be our touchstone. So looking at the earlier episodes, Episode 4 must take place on Sunday. The episode exists in a single day and towards the end of it, Ichabod gets a reminder that he would be in court the next day.

Episode 3 is a little more uncertain. I think it must start before Saturday (it spans two days and given Douffé gets stabbed, there was definitely at least a day before Ichabod turned up at the drugstore on Sunday) so maybe it’s Friday-Saturday. Episode 2 has Ichabod and Brom teaching, so is definitively a school day, so I’d reckon it’s most likely Thursday, but it could also be Wednesday. As for Episode 1, Ichabod said in Episode 5 that he’d been in Sleepy Hollow for less than a week, so the earliest day he could have moved there was Tuesday. (Again, it could also be Wednesday.)

Now for the episodes after Episode 5, Episode 6 must take place on Tuesday. Kat asks Ichabod after his court session to dinner with her dad the next day.

Episode 7 starts on Tuesday late evening, but it spans three days. At no point does it definitively say that the next part happens the following day, though given their rush and the likelihood of Ichabod having studied Elizabeth Van Tassel’s diary Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, it would be safe to assume that the next part takes place on Wednesday. Except, Brom, in Episode 9, says that Ichabod started his community service on 7th October, which, in 2022, was a Friday.

There are three possible explanations for this. 1) Brom is just wrong - given that Brom says their google calendars are linked and Ichabod doesn’t have a google calendar, Brom may have been confused. 2) This show does not take place in 2022 - I thought it was, but now I’m not entirely sure. The last time 7th October was on a Wednesday was in 2020. 3) It is a Friday, and it took them a couple of days after Tuesday to figure out the matching symbols in Anneke’ and Davy “Gravy” Jones’ books.

So, for the sake of this, I’m going to go with Option 1: Part 2 of Episode 7 takes place on Wednesday. Part 3 of Episode 7, therefore, takes place on Thursday. Brom says he’ll go ask Lucretia to see the basement and we’re told that happens the next day.

That means Episode 8 also takes place on Thursday. Lucretia says to Brom that she has a wedding that very day and that’s when the heist happens.

If Episode 8 is Thursday, Episode 9 must be Friday. Each head only lasts 24 hours and Paulie is still active. It must start in the late morning/early afternoon, since the gang starts off in jail and then, an hour later, Paulie shows up and his head promptly dissolves naturally.

This means that the gang were in jail for at least 10 hours - the heist canonically took 15 minutes on Thursday afternoon/early evening. And finally, Episode 10. The start of this episode would take place on Friday evening (or Sunday evening if we went with Option 3). Kat tells them after the jailbreak to head to her house later that evening for “the world’s weirdest scavenger hunt”.

We know when midnight hits as that is definitively stated, so we know it filters over into Saturday (or Monday), and the gang walk around with Henrietta in the early hours of Saturday morning.

Also, I don’t know how American school terms work, but I’m assuming that Episode 5-10 take place during half term (I think the American equivalent is semester break?), since Ichabod and Brom don’t seem to spend any time in school. Half term for us is typically the last week of October, but I’m not sure how semester break works (I did try to look it up, but couldn’t find anything) so could it be early October?

Me, writing this post:

Anyway, what do other people think? Have I missed anything obvious?

To simplify it:

Tuesday - 1️⃣

Thursday - 2️⃣

Friday - 3️⃣

Saturday - 3️⃣

Sunday - 4️⃣

Monday - 5️⃣

Tuesday - 6️⃣7️⃣

Wednesday - 7️⃣

Thursday - 7️⃣8️⃣

Friday - 9️⃣🔟

Saturday - 🔟

#Please appreciate that I wrote this from memory #I am obsessed with this show and have watched it so many times #This is kinda relevant for my fic of the show from Matilda’s POV #Can you tell I'm autistic?#I wrote this instead of paying attention to a lecture so it may have mistakes or not make a lot of sense #Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story #Headless Shipwrecked #Shipwrecked Comedy #Own Post

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sorcerous-caress · 5 months

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My Dm just gifted me the 5e Monster manual for when I started running campaigns again, and it made me think.

What do you think are some common non-pc race crushes that most human adventurers would have?

My bet is on something charismatic like a Rakshasa

Side note, how was your new years?

I went to flip through the monster manual to jog my memory.

Okay, so the most common would probably be the "human" looking ones with cool features, aka angels like devas and solars. In a world of dnd, i feel like they'd be the most socially acceptable ones.

The most common but considered problematic to admit it in public would be the same but with fiends like cambions or succubus/incubus demons. Some small sub-group likes the less humaniod fiends, but people never count them.

Also I had a tiger plushie as a child that was twice my size, I would always bring it with me and sleep besides it. If kid me ever saw a rakasha in the streets, I would've ran up to them and hugged their leg.

I think all animal based races would be loved by humans but maybe in a condcending way. Look at ancient fables and furries, humans always had a thing for humaniod animals.

They'd make bank at children birthday parties tho if they ever looked over the human condescension. I know I would've screamed my parents' ears off to invite a rakasha to my birthday party if I had known this was a possibility.

There is also a group of non-playable characters that humans would fawn and obsess over but in a platonic way? Like just adore their beauty. Examples are pixies, unicorns, pegsuses, satyr, will-o-wisp, androsphinx and gynosphinx, faerie dragons, and dryads.

You'd definitely see a post or two about these races trending on social media every other week. Like twitter's "white boy of the month," except it's the blandest pixie you've ever seen with an aftershave shadow and in boxers, still the humans are obsessing over them.

Peguses and unicorns would have like ultra hardcore horsegirls fans.

Now, me personally? I would make it my life mission to meet a centaur. You know why, we all know why. I'm willing to risk it all. I'd suck up to an elf who would introduce me to the centaur tribe their city trades with and then my plan will be set into motion.

And I am doing humanity a favour! We will finally find out what a half centaur looks like.

Mimicks would be a niche interest with cult followings for some, doppelgangers and changelings too.

I think kobolds would end up being loved by humans more than actual dragons, which would piss off the said dragons when a kobold wins a scales beauty contest.

I think no matter the charisma of a race is, humans will sadly only judge them based on their looks. As a society we tend to be vain, even with pets. We only keep the cute or cool looking ones.

People who keep rats or mice still get hate comments under pictures of their pets. A lot of exotic pets we keep will kill us if given the chance, but we still keep them because of how cool they look.

But I think there will be humans who will see beyond looks, I mean, look at you. You have clear love for the gith race even when most of dnd players don't care about them or just see them as ugly. You saw beyond the exterior and found something beautiful, even then you still considered the exterior as beautiful.

For me, I actually hate pointy ears. I don't think i will ever be able to look at an elf irl without feeling nauseous. They're pretty, but god, the pointy ears really make me feel so off. And so many races have them too. Still I keep writing about them because they are a part of them that should be celebrated despite my personal opinions.

For gith, they feel different because they're not human skin coloured, you know? Like the ears don't feel off. But with elves, i can see the flesh and the blood veins, and oh my god, get away from me.

And I hope you have fun with the campaign you'll eventually start! Tell me any funny stories or moments that happen.

My new years went well. I made a flower crown and watched the fireworks. I baked cakes in the morning and made creme caramel with fruit toppings and chocolate covered strawberries. Mostly spent it home watching movies with my family. I hope yours went well, too <3

#♡Githzerai anon

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belmottetower · 1 year

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🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go? I tend to map out like, the main plot moments I want to hit and then write them out in fairly chronological order. I am not always the best at getting timelines right though - how things fit in with the canon of the show, historical dates etc, and so I'm trying to get better about mapping that out more concretely. I also sometimes as I'm writing will think of a scene that needs to be inserted in the middle of some earlier already written parts. For those I tend to just go and leave a comment of like "INSERT X SCENE HERE" and come back to them at the end.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share? This is a scene from the final chapter of in a language that you can't read just yet. It may change a bit by the time it gets posted, but in the meantime enjoy!

This evening’s Mexican meal has been somewhat of a quiet affair. Dani’s made tacos — and fine, Jamie can admit they are way better than Wahaca — and he's got the drinks and the music set up for them as usual, but overall, he’s acting well, kind of gloomy.

He’s been like that all week actually. Tonight he keeps shooting Jamie mournful little looks around bites of carnitas tacos and finally Jamie gives in.

“Alright, muchacho,” he says, putting his taco back on the plate and the plate down on the coffee table. “You’ve got a face like a wet weekend. What’s up? Spill it.”

Dani just stares at him in confusion. “How can a face look like a weekend? Jamie, this makes no sense.”

Jamie rolls his eyes. “I just mean you look fucking miserable. What’s wrong?”

Dani sighs and puts his own plate down. “I am feeling very bad about what has happened with Julio. So guilty.”

Jamie goes cold. Has Dani figured it out somehow? But he forces himself to stay calm as he carefully asks “What do you mean guilty?” He likes eating on the sofa with Dani, but right now he wishes they were sitting at the table so that he could hide his clenching hands. “You didn’t do anything.”

“Exactly!” Dani wails, and Christ, he looks halfway to tears. “I knew that Julio was not right. I knew he was a bad person and I did not say anything. Every time I walk past someone at the club, I am wondering if they are the person he hurt and if I had spoken something sooner maybe he would have been gone and…”

Oh, fuck no, Jamie thinks. No way. He can’t be having Dani, of all people, bearing the burden for this.

“It was me,” Jamie blurts out quickly, and Dani falls silent, staring at him. “It was me, I’m the person. He’d been harassing me all season, and then before the Wolves match he, well, he — what Ted said, you know. And then he tried to have another go after I was sent off, he came over. It was me, okay, so you don’t have to wonder. But you can’t take any of the blame, Dani, it was him at fault, not you, oh fuck, no don’t cry!”

Because Dani is sobbing now, and it would almost be funny except to his horror Jamie is crying too, and then they’re launching themselves at each other and weeping into each other’s necks.

“I’m so sorry,” Dani cries, and Jamie shakes his head firmly.

“No! Don’t you dare apologise! I didn’t want anyone to know, but knowing you saw what he was like helped, Dani, I swear. It made me feel less crazy.”

They cling to each other for God knows how long, their food forgotten, and eventually Dani pulls back and inspects Jamie intently. His face is red and swollen and wretched. Jamie’s sure he’s not looking too pretty himself.

“But you are doing okay?” Dani asks, fiercely. “You must have told the people at the club, sí? Ted, and Rebecca? They are looking after you now?”

“Yeah,” Jamie replies, wiping at his face with his sleeve and sniffing slightly. “Yeah, the club has been really good. When they found out what happened they got rid of him immediately. And Keeley and Roy, they know. They’ve been taking good care of me.”

Dani raises an eyebrow at that. “Oh? They have now?” And oh, fuck it. He supposes this was inevitable, but he still rolls his eyes.

“Stop!” he says, feeling himself blush. “It’s not…we’re not… Right, no. Fine. It is. But we’re taking it slowly, okay?”

“Taking it slowly,” Dani repeats back to him. His grin looks a little out of place on his tear stained face, but Jamie is glad to see nonetheless. “But you are taking it somewhere?”

“Yeah,” Jamie says, smiling back. He’s aiming for soft, but he thinks he might look a little bit smug. “I’ve wanted them for ages.”

“I know, Jamie.” Dani nudges him affectionately and smirks. “You have not been subtle my friend, but then neither have they.”

Jamie doesn’t think they’ve been that bad, but he’s never been known for subtlety, so Dani is probably right. “Piss off,” he says, though, and shoves back.

“So… What parts would you like to tell me about?” Dani asks. Fuck, he’s such a good guy. So good at asking the right questions.

“Something happened in the summer, with Roy, right.” Dani nods, and Jamie continues. “I thought it was all leading somewhere, and they apparently thought so too, we were all just kind of… waiting to make a move. But Julio… he fucked with my head, you know. And they could tell something was up with me, and didn’t want to push. So. We’d not explored it. But I only came clean to them when they found out about him, so we've not really started up with anything proper yet. We’re not, like, sleeping together or anything. Well no. I guess we are ACTUALLY sleeping together, but not in the…”

“It is okay, amigo,” Dani laughs. “I understand what you are saying. For now you are just sleeping in the same bed, but in the future you will be not-sleeping in the same bed, yes?”

“Yeah. That.” It’s not strictly true, but Jamie’s not sure he’s up for trying to explain the sex they did have. He’s not sure he can put it into words. Anyway, they’ve not done anything like that since, and probably won't any time soon, so Dani doesn’t need to know the details. “They’re just being nice and wonderful and caring. But. They said they’re fine with me taking all the time I need.”

“I am so happy for you!” Dani hugs him again, but there are no tears this time. “I had wondered what had taken you all so long, but now I know I’m just glad you have all got there in the end!”

“Yeah, well,” Jamie says quietly. “Me too.”

“I do like the sound of this just-sleeping together though. Perhaps you could spend the night and we can do that also? I have not been sleeping so well. I think this would help, yes?”

He’s half pouting, and there’s no way Jamie can say no to that face. “Yeah. Of course, mate. I’m sorry this has been making you feel like shit. I’m always up for a cuddle.” He emphasises his point by giving Dani a little squeeze. Then they pull apart from each other and Jamie leans forwards to pick up his plate again. The tacos are a little cold now, but still good.

From the writer ask game here.

#my fic #writing asks #writing meme #jamie tartt #dani rojas #ted lasso fic #roy x keeley x jamie fic

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hillerskalibrary · 9 months

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Event poll results - graph version

I already made a summary about the poll results on Monday, but a few people seemed excited about graphs so. I got graphs! ;)

Now first, as a PSA, I took a whole ass course on statistics. That was 20 years ago and I do not remember SHIT. Just so everyone's aware on the scientific invalidity of this post.

Then, as a reminder, I basically have three sets of responses.

The answers of writers on the writers' questionnaire, to gauge the events they wanted to PARTICIPATE in.

The answers of readers on the readers' quesionnaire, to gauge the events they wanted to SEE.

The answers of the writers on the readers' questionnaire, because there is a difference in the events you'd like DO and the ones you'd like to SEE.

Also, for ease of writing, I refer to the numbers of part 1. as "participation rates" and of part 2. en 3. as "approval rates". As terms they don't quite cover the load, I'm aware, but it became very cumbersome to write "the number of people who are stoked or think it could be fun" so. They're being used in a non-literal sense.

And finally: for most questions I used a 5-point Likert scale, but I also include simplified data, where I added the two "positive" answers (e.g. will definitely participate + will probably participate) and the two "negative" answers. This makes initial comparison a little more straightforward, cause I find it hard to sometimes make sense of all the bars and numbers, and then I can go back more easily to the original data and see the nuance.

General

I received 72 responses, which was maybe a little less than I'd hoped, and definitely less than the last poll, but it was also an actual questionnaire and not a one-click poll so that no doubt raised the treshhold.

And there was a perfect 50/50 separation between writers and readers so I'm glad I was able to reach both groups.

Writers' choice

This is a summary of the writers' results in the simplified version - in green the sum of "would definitely/probably participate" and in red "would definitely/probably NOT participate". These do not add up to 100% because the middle answer ("would possibly participate") was not taken into account.

The full graphs are below:

So with 69% definite+probable participation rate (nice...) the Author Interviews are the most wanted event. And also the least wanted event (25% as per the simplified version's ranking). Which is- not unexpected. Interestingly only 6% said they would "possibly" participate (for most others, with the exception of Weekly Challenges, the "possibly" rate is around 25%), so it's really a "for or against" kind of situation. Interestingly, the Interviews are the only event where "definitely" scores higher than "probably". Mostly though, as I already said in the previous post, I find it absolutely hilarious that the most wanted event by writers is the one is where they don't have to write :D.

Theme Week, and Fic Exchange, have fairly similar numbers, both in the simplified ranking and in the graphs. Advent seems similar, but there's less "definitely" and more "probably not" which is why it scores so much lower.

The Weekly Challenges are interesting, because they score the lowest, but it's not because people don't wanna participate - at 17% it scores average on that parameter. But 50% of writers said they would "possibly" participate. It could be that people weren't sure what it entails (I purposely worded it vaguely cause I wanted to keep options open), or maybe they'd be happy to participate on occasion but not necessarily every week, or maybe another reason entirely.

The Big Bang, then, doesn't seem too popular when you look at the simplified numbers, but in the graphs it's clear that it scores second highest on "definitely"... and highest on "definitely not" (though that's a tie with Interviews and Fic Exchange). So once again a sort of "for or against" situation

In general, for most events, about half to 2/3 of respondents would most likely participate, 1/10 to 1/5 would most likely NOT participate, and 1/4 might or might not. So really what I learn from this (and I suppose this is not surprising but yanno) is that no single event is going to convince everyone, and a variety of events throughout the year is the best way to involve everyone at some point.

For most of the week, the Big Bang had the lowest participation rate, going up to 37% of writers who said they definitely/probably wouldn't participate - while the Bang had the highest approval rating with the readers. Conversely the event with the highest participation rate (Interviews) scored lowest with readers. Now, the last one is still true, but I'm glad at least the first one has a better balance now :).

As for the other questions, there wasn't any Big Conclusions to be drawn from them, so I just include them here for information purposes.

Nearly half (ssshhht I'm wishful thinking) would participate in a YR Women's week tho, so I find that encouraging :).

Writers who read

As I mentioned, the questionnaire for readers ("What events would you like to see?") was filled in both by readers-who-don't-write and writers, and even though you'll see the end result is similar, I will discuss them separately cause I thought it was interesting.

So, as it turns out, writers are SUPER excited about Big Bangs - at least when they don't have to participate 🤣 (please know that as a writer I say this with all the love and understanding in the world). 69% of writers (yeah I can't make that joke again can I...) (nice...) are stoked to see one happen, and another 25% thinks it would be fun, for a whopping 94% approval rate!

Weekly Challenges also score significantly higher here, which strengthens my suspicion that the low participation rate is mostly due to "not sure if can participate every week".

While participation rates for Theme Week vs Fic Exchange were similar, approval rates for Theme Week are clearly much higher. Maybe because a Fic Exchange is less fun when you're not participating?

I do wonder if the high scores for Theme Week are (in part) due to the fact we already had one, and people have an idea of what it is and how it works. We got a lot of young people in their first fandom, who are maybe not as familiar with fandom events. So basically I should run one of each events and then redo the questionnaire :D.

Author Interviews has extremely similar approval rates compared with the participation rates, although interestingly there is very little overlap between the answers - there are multiple people who do not want to participate in the Interviews but are excited to see them happen, and vice versa!

With the exception of Interviews, there's only ever one or two writers who don't care/don't wanna see a certain event. In other words, writers just want fic on their dashes and they don't care where it comes from ;).

I mean I think it's fairly obvious what gets the highest approval rate ;).

Readers-who-don't-write

Starting with the graph here so they'd be closer to the writer version for easy comparison. The winner is slightly less clear than in the writer version, but still pretty obvious :)

In general, readers-who-don't-write are a little more critical than writers. They (slightly!) more often disapprove of events, and their approval rates are often some 10-15% lower than the writers'.

Still, the general trend is similar - there's a top group (Challenges, BB, Theme), a middle group (Exchange, Advent, Recs) and an ugly duckling (Interviews), and even if the order within the groups varies slightly, they are consistent for both writers and readers. Which is obviously good.

They don't care about Author Interviews. Like. At all :D. (Not pointing fingers here, I get it, that's a writer thing, I know.)

Can't really figure out why they're so against Fic Exchanges?

And for the sake of completeness:

I was gonna write a little more but this took me way too long and it's almost 1am so I'm just gonna... yanno... go. Just so I'm well rested in case we cant set the Big Bang date tomorrow! ;)

#young royals #library managment #I got a few messages but I'll reply tomorrow ok?

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bitletsanddrabbles · 2 years

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WIP Whatevaaaaaaaaaargh!

Awhile ago I decided that i wasn’t going to post any more Island of the Gays snippets, no matter how much inspiration I got from @alex51324 ‘s work, simply because my brain has been having too damn much fun lately going “OOO! Inspiration for a SHORT piece!” then, as soon as I have three paragraphs, insisting that the short balloon out to twice the length and then wandering off to play with dandelions rather than write it.

It’s frustrating and pointless.

HOWEVER. I have just reached my 50k goal for NANO and let me tell you, 50k has never felt less satisfying. I don’t know what it is this year, but everything just feels flat as a road kill flatworm. So since this thing, which has been pestering me off and on for I don’t know how long to be written, and was, in fact, what got me over the finish line, I’mma post a bit.

Is it good? Not really. It’s a rough draft, so it needs editing. I need to reread the entire story to get people right. Rouse in particular is probably all kinds of off kilter. But it’s a THING, damnit, and I can, so I’m going to. So there.

As if he didn’t have one himself, Thomas thought, but none-the-less produced his own lighter. Once he’d lit the other man’s fag for him, he decided he’d better get one for himself. Something told him that whatever this was about, he wasn’t going to particularly like it. When he’d taken a lungful of smoke and breathed it out without the other man starting an actual conversation, Thomas decided that he’d better take the initiative or else Gordon really was going to wind up doing the entire paper himself. “Look, Rouse, what is this about?”

The other man was leaning against the stone wall that went along the edge of the road, helping to keep the bluff in place during high storms. He tilted his head back, staring up at the sky, and said, calm as you please, “According to certain people we’ve talked to, you have a bit of a past with the Duke of Crowborough.”

Thomas was suddenly very happy for the cigarette. Warily he answered, “Yes.”

“What would you say to his coming here?”

The question caught Thomas like a blow to the gut. If he’d had smoke in his mouth, he’d have choked like a novice. “Here?” he demanded. “I’d say no, absolutely not. Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“You don’t,” the other man informed him, blowing out a plume of smoke.

Thomas stared. Two years and he’d started to feel settled. To feel safe. Now the doctors were going to drop Phillip into his life? “Damn it, Rouse, I am not leaving this island, I was here first!”

Rouse chuckled, although there wasn’t any humour to it. “Well, glad to hear that, and not just because you’d take our tobacconist with you.”

“You’re serious.” Thomas wasn’t sure he’d ever hated anyone so much as he hated Rouse right then, except maybe Phillip himself. Even Carson hadn’t left him wanting to punch something this badly. Then something hit him. “Oh God. The VIP. He’s going to be here next week?”

“Calm down,” the other man replied, still studying the sky, and Thomas was vaguely aware he’d shouted that last bit. “It won’t be next week, it’ll be the week after. Maybe the week after that. There are things to attend to on the mainland. We gave told you at the paper now so there’d be lots of time for people to get used to the idea.”

The words coming out of the other man’s mouth refused to make any form of coherent sense. “What, you mean you’re giving us his name for the paper?” he half spat.

“Yes.”

“Why? You never do that!” Everything about the situation was so irregular that Thomas half expected the other man to say it was a joke, except this was Rouse. He’d never be that sadistic.

“Look, Thomas,” Rouse sighed, finally looking down and meeting Thomas’s gaze. “You’re hardly the only man on this island who’s going to be less than pleased to see His Grace. Hell, I’m none too happy about it, and I’ve only heard about the man. I think Lord Hexham’s the only one who knows him hasn’t reached for a proverbial pitch fork when we told him about it. We’re giving everyone as much time to come to terms with it as possible.”

“But there’s nothing you can do to stop it?” Thomas asked, feeling deeply betrayed. After all, Rouse had fought the idea of Lord Hexham coming here, and he was one of the nicest toffs Thomas had ever run across! Still a toff, of course, but at least willing to chip in where needed, and he didn’t look down his nose at you. And the other man had still insisted that if they were going to take him, they had to take Gordon. Now though… Thomas couldn’t see behind the scenes, but it seemed like he was giving up without a whimper. From what they’d been told, there wasn’t even another working class bloke coming to balance things.

To his utter shock, the other man replied, “I’m not trying to stop it. Not this time. He maybe a toff and an utter ass, but…” Rouse paused, taking a smoke, then shook his head. “I’m a psychologist, Thomas. I can’t just say no this go around. There’s more to it.”

“What more could there be?” Letting go of his temper and his volume both, Thomas flat out started screaming, his fists balling at his side. “Damn it all, Rouse, do not tell me you’re letting bloody Phillip out here without telling me why!”

His protest earned him a worn out look. “Do you want me to start telling details of your life to anyone who asks?” Rouse countered. “All I can tell you is that he’s not coming willingly.”

Thomas didn’t buy it for a second. “And how do you force a Duke?”

Rouse shook his head, still not divulging any further information. “Look, I’m not asking you to be happy with it. I’m not asking anyone to be happy with it. I’m just giving you warning and asking that you not punch him the second he arrives, all right?” His expression became very pointed. “If you do, there will be consequences.”

Consequences. For punching fucking Phillip. No man on earth deserved punching more, but naturally Thomas would get in trouble if he did. There was proof that even on the Island, some things never changed. “Right,” he spat, eyes narrowing. He forced his fists to unclench. “Noted. May I go now, Doctor?” He threw the title like an insult.

Rouse eyed him for a moment, then sighed and shrugged. “Yeah, you may go.”

“Thank you.” Thomas spun on his heel and stalked away from the other man. The entire trip back to the print shop he kept remembering things. Phillip’s laugh. Phillip’s smile. The way Phillip kissed him.

The sight of his letter’s going up in smoke.

The look on Phillip’s face when he asked if Thomas wanted to stay.

Why?

Why after all of these years was fucking Phillip being brought back into his life?

Dr. L. would do it for the money, Thomas knew, except Phillip didn’t have money. Not unless he’d gotten married and his wife died and left all of her millions to him. Assuming there was something of her millions left and it hadn’t all been spent on the estate.

But why Rouse? Why the fucking hell would the island’s representative of the working class welcome Phillip with open fucking arms? And why would they tell everyone it was happening, but not why it was happening?

Thomas slammed the door of the press open hard enough to rattle the hinges, stalking through the front room and giving the inner door the same treatment. Gordon must have heard the first slam, because he was already half way through the room when Thomas made his entrance.

The younger man took a quick step back. “Here now, wot the hell are you het up about? We’ve got a paper to finish.”

“Fuck the paper,” Thomas spat, earning himself a gobsmacked look. “Fuck the paper and while we’re at it, fuck Rouse! Come on, leave that. We’re going to the pub.” He didn’t even check the time to make certain they’d be open. For this, Tully would let him in as a friend, and probably give him as much whiskey as he wanted.

#downton abbey #downton abbey fanfiction #thomas barrow #frank rouse #terrance gordon #the duke of crowborough #wip #island of the gays #fanfiction of fanfiction #fighting frustration tooth and nail here

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nekoannie-chan · 2 years

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Pink ribbon

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Ballerina!Reader.

Word count: 672 words.

Summary: Steve never imagined that at a ballet performance he would meet the love of his life.

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is my entry to @alwayssunnyinedensgate‘s Millenium Melodies Challenge:

“Take this pink ribbon off my eyes.”

@saiyanprincessswanie

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Steve had seen the ad several times, his mother told him a lot about ballet, maybe he should go, in his childhood, they could never buy tickets to any of the performances, barely and they had enough money to buy the medicines he needed. Surely his mother would have liked to see it, even if it was only one.

Steve bought the ticket for Swan Lake, chose one of the best places, or so the box office had said, that from there he would see the show in all its splendor.

Since you were a child, you had liked ballet, so much so that you went to classes, and you had finally achieved the leading role for the first time in your life. That night would be your debut, you were happy to see that you finally achieved what you had worked so hard for.

You adjusted your shoes, you kept the pink ribbon in a safe place, you always wore it with you because it was your good luck charm, in less than ten minutes the function would begin, in less than ten minutes your life would change forever.

Steve settled into his seat the moment the lights went out in the theatre, the feeling was a bit strange, it was a combination of the old with the modern, suddenly his gaze was fixed on you.

From that moment, once a week I went to your functions, after four months, there was a dynamic so that some people could go behind the scenes and live with the cast of the play. Steve was one of the lucky ones.

As soon as he saw you more closely, he was captivated, although he had liked how you looked on stage, in person and living together he fell in love.

Just at the last moment, when he decided to ask you out, maybe you could fall in love with him. Perhaps I could lead a normal life at this time. He walked towards you, he looked very determined, but internally he was dying of nerves, you looked at him when he stopped in front of you.

"I'm your fan, I'd like to invite you for a cup of coffee, my name is...

"You're Steve Rogers, tomorrow is my day off, I see you at the station at eleven in the morning, don't be late," you interrupted him with a big smile.

6 months later

The two-month tour had been a success, even if Steve couldn't accompany you on his missions, you knew he would be waiting for you when he came back.

Sure enough, Steve was waiting for you at the airport to meet you, you took the bouquet he took you, and kissed him.

"I prepared something very special," Steve whispered in your ear as you hugged him.

"Is it what I think it is?" you asked with a rogue tone. He nodded, and you smiled, you knew that the time they were apart would be forgotten in the next few hours, as they would be too busy proving their love.

In the car, he covered your eyes with your pink ribbon, you assumed he wanted to experience new things, and you were willing to do anything with him.

After almost an hour, he had finally arrived at the place, he helped you get out of the vehicle, you still had your eyes covered, they walked a little, and he was guiding you.

"Take this pink ribbon off my eyes," you said, you couldn't keep waiting. Steve? "You had not received an answer, although you knew that he would not be able to leave you in that place, so you took it off, when you saw Steve, you were speechless, you had never imagined it, he was in front of you, kneeling, you immediately saw the box with the ring.

"Will you marry me?" he asked you.

You put a hand to your mouth in surprise and nodded to accept his proposal. You were the only one who made him happy.

#millenium melodies challenge #milleniummelodieschallenge #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x ballerina!reader

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