#adds to Draft Mountain

[jennyfromthebes]

04-05-2011 at the Vic Theatre, Chicago IL, taped by Brian Emerick

Another Tuesday, another live tape! It's still Tuesday in my timezone this still counts okay. This show is the oldest open tab I have on my phone of the Live Music Archive. Full honesty I don't actually remember listening to this show but I'm sure that I did. It's a really excellent show - a lot of All Eternals Deck songs, a really great Home Again Garden Grove, You Were Cool. I chose Seeing Daylight because it's a song from this set that I'm not very familiar with and I really loved this delivery of it.

What's the Live Music Archive?

#aud #transmissions from lyric #tmg #the mountain goats #tapes #live tapes tuesday #i drafted this at like ten am and was like yeah ill add the links and post it later today #and then it was 11:45 pm.

[goingtolesbos]

Bones and All - Camille DeAngelis / Mosquito Repellent - the Mountain Goats

#this has been in my drafts for ages and i was going to add more to it but that's not happening #the mountain goats #tmg #words #Bones and All

[yuelun]

Okay, so being at home (and ill!) has given me some time to organize my thoughts ahead of time for 2024, because I want to clean house a little bit across the board. Consider this a little informative post that'll simultaneously function as my to-do list to complete by the end of the year. In essence, I've seen the phrase 'do what makes you happy' enough times in the last year and a half to two years, that I think it's time for my donkey-level stubborn self to finally listen to it. So I'm going to do just that, and also, I'm going to clean house. In order of importance, where you'll find me most commonly, and what I'll work on getting up and running, this is the game plan:

Yelan: This one will hold most of my priority by a landslide. Fontaine, let's go. Kafka: I have numerous starters/replies/meta and replies waiting, and these are not on hold out of disinterest; I simply need to organize/give into my priorities. Kafka is near and dear to me, but Genshin as a whole is more my home than Star Rail. Bear with me, I have every intention of running her alongside Yelan). Me at self: Old theme/resources blog (x) needs urgent work.

And then, I have the secondary game-plan:

— Guizhong: She'll return, but I'm, very sadly, in a little bit of a mental lock here. Stay tuned! — Zhongli: This is the big surprise, I suppose. I'm finally giving in. He may not come very soon as my current focus very much lies with Yelan in specific, but especially when Lantern Rite 2024 inevitably hits, I know the tears will fall, my heart will warm and I will be a mess. There were a plethora of reasons as to why I never made him, but— times and things change, friends are joining the Genshin crew (hi Lottie, I love you) and now, there's so much reason to. Besides, how can I not write the man who's kept the dream alive? Stay tuned x2.

#[ i know a specific birdie who sang a lot about our dear zl during the poetry event on the dash and yes you're 100% the reason... ] #[ why i was extra motivated to go look. and our man didn't disappoint. ] #[ every sight of him is tears naans. every single sight. ] #[ i dunno how you'll be when you read this or if you'll read it at all but pls don't kill me; super affectionately or otherwise. ] #[ also hi guys!! i thought i'd make it an official post. ] #[ guizhong is quite complicated. and while my heart for her is very much there-- sometimes things happen that you just can't defy. ] #[ and you gotta wait it out and let it mentally settle. ] #[ but she too if anything-- at latest? lantern rite. ] #[ ... the best time of the year. ] #[ tHE BEST TIME of the year. ] #[ /salutes. ] #[ everything is drafted. everything. ] #[ and i want to get to it all on my return. but for now-- i promise i'll be where i said i'd be. ] #[ and if you wish to have me on discord-- though i'm very on/off. feel free to add me: iniziare ] #[ hope you're all well!! ] #[ ooc. ] wherever her spirit may be among the countless grains of sand and specks of dust between the harbor and the mountains…

[gentaroukisaragi]

#killing the other friends was still a dick move #This is such a hell of an exit for this character. i havent really seen it before #which i think just belies my lack of showa toku in general but #it was nice. soft. basically talking about burn out before the term achieved major social awareness #and honestly a very nice end to his arc. Go was constantly manipulated and/or pushed by the adults in his life. #His so called allies belittled him. His actual friends (mostly Jo really but I'll call the livemen his friends) wanted to help him and he #turned away from everyone until there was no way forward for him #in case you havent realized i am sincerely adoring liveman #also since i was thinking about it: Liveman definitely has its moments inland and in the mountains and such. but between academia island #and like the astounding number of beach scenes i think i'll always think of liveman as a beach series. more like seaside sentai liveman #can you believe this post languished in my drafts because i was struggling to find the energy to add alt text to the pictures? anyways #even though its months after the fact i still believe in all of these statements

[everymlmhybrid]

ok back to the gay ass post i was going to make . guys . listen . re-reading my own fic as one does instead of writing . thinking. bc my fic is, of course, the usual basic bitch Freddy Lives AU. guys. color-symbolism with his scarring from the bullet wound being white. do you see what i am fucking saying h ere do we all see my vision.

#.txt #siri play Mark On You by the mountain goats NOW #of course i am *checks word document* um . on chapter twelve. so i'm . decently far from when this should've been added. but it's ok bc #the first half and the entire thing with him healing up needs edited and re-written and first-time-written for scenes i forgot SO BAD so #it's chill it's fine i'll add this when i'm on the second round through this and not still plowing through the first draft #<- this is what i mean when i say to be prepared for months upon months of posts of me writing much less editing. ok. it's going to b 4ever

[highttowers]

heart-shaped sunglasses.

pairing(s); matthew lillard!william afton x reader

fandom; five nights at freddy’s [movie]

w/c; 592

trigger/content warnings; slightly unholy thoughts from william about you in your uniform, fem!reader, (reader wears lipstick, has boobs, is called 'girl' by william and has medium-length hair), heavy lana del rey influences (diet mountain dew), mentioned that reader smokes cigarettes, age gap (william is late 40s, reader is mid 20s), no explicit romance but it's heavily implied there's mutual pining, written from william's pov, reader knows his real name, not proof-read, NO use of y/n, lmk if i missed anything.

stella speaks! at this point someone reblogs/tags me in a shitpost about this man, i add tags while my brain is inconsolably horny, and then all of a sudden i'm writing a new draft. and yes, ik lana wasn't really a thing in 1990s, but for now let's pretend he's still a silver fox in the 2020s.

tags; @truecobblepot bc ofc🫶🏽🫶🏽

inspired by this post and the shenanigans that ensued.

“I just wanted to know how much I appreciate you staying late these past couple weeks.”

William’s voice is smooth, he’s demeanor calm, the slight tilt of his head and the casual clasp of his hands in front of him giving no hint to the turmoil in his brain.

You’re his employee. His best employee, no less. He can’t afford to lose you, to drive you away. So he’ll make sure you’re not looking him in the eye when his roam your body.

The words that come from your mouth are sincere. He knows this. He doesn’t much care in this moment however. That red vest is pulled across your breasts, and the top button of your shirt is undone, your tie looser now that the building is empty.

It’s his fault, how tight your uniform is on you. He has your size on file, but he always orders a size down, just for him. He doesn’t pay mind to the way teenage pizza boys and older brothers here with siblings watch you, because he knows he’s miles better than they are.

His eyes linger in the plastic heart-shaped sunglasses hanging from your collar, and he nods towards them. “And those? I do hope you haven’t been wearing those all day.”

It’s a gentle correction. No matter how much William favors you, he still must keep his image up. You shake your head. “No, I just got them out of my locker when I closed up with Robyn.”

“Where did you get them?” He asks, leaning forward. The movement is subtle, but he knows you catch it.

“It was a gag gift from some party,” you answer, taking them off your vest and sliding them on. William's breath barely catches in his throat. The frames are the same shade as the blood red lipstick you love wearing.

It’s your signature. It’s how he knows you’ve been in the break room, paper coffee and water cups stamped with your lips in the trash, lipstick printed cigarette buts in the back alleyway that he’s convinced himself are prettier than anyone else’s.

William's brain is rapid firing all kinds of signals, ranging from you're nearly 20 years younger than him, to why have I never felt this was about my ex-wife?

Everything about you seems to catered to William's preferences. You hold eye contact with him and customers, you're great with kids (including his!), and you actually appreciate the care he takes of his animatronics.

He chuckles as you look around his dim office with your heart-shaped sunglasses. "Well, now, look at you. Never was there ever a girl so pretty." You giggle, tugging on a strand of hair and sliding them up into your hair. "That's so sweet, Mr. Afton!" William chuckles. You're picture perfect and William is damn well aware that he's no good for you. "Please, call me William. It's only fitting that we remain on first name basis...as of your promotion to assistant manager."

Your eyes widen, and you let out a little gasp. "Do you really mean that, Mr. Af-- William?"

God, the way your lips form his name is intoxicating. He nods, his demeanor wavering slightly as you beam at him, thanking him.

It’s a power move, he knows. A selfish one, no less. But he can’t risk losing the one competent employee. And besides, the assistant manager’s uniform is closer to his, the pale purple shirt and darker tie, black slacks and black shoes (of your choosing, of course).

And who is he to deny himself that view?

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #william afton #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #five nights at freddy's movie #fnaf movie #lana del rey #diet mountain dew #heart shaped sunglasses #🖋️ — my writing #🐻 — five nights at freddy’s

[sweetbutpsychobutsweet]

What We Left Behind in the Flames

Chapter 10

Thorin Oakenshield x AFAB!Reader

Summary: sleeping arrangements are debated and a late-night talk with Bilbo has you reliving moments of your childhood with Thorin by your side

Warnings: no use of y/n, angst

Author's Note: Thank you sooo much for your patience with my new updating schedule (if you can really call it a schedule lol) If there is anyone I forgot to add to the taglist please just send me another message to let me know. Enjoy and have a happy new year :)

Word count: 1528

“Search to the back,” Thorin calls out to Dwalin, “caves in the mountain are seldom unoccupied.” The rest of the company starts to shuffle into the damp cave. “There’s nothin’ here,” Dwalin’s voice calls out and you all start to drop your things down in relief. “Right then,” Gloin rubs his hands together in anticipation, “let’s get a fire started!” “No,” Thorin stops him, “no fires, not in this place.” You shiver and pull your cloak tighter around your shoulders. There is a horrible draft in the cave and you’re already soaked to the bone from the rain storm. “Get some sleep,” he instructs you all, “we start at first light.” You plop your wet things down onto the cavern floor. Everyone’s starting to unpack the necessities for the night, unfolding bedrolls and blankets. Finding free spaces on the cavern floor to claim. You’ve never put much thought into where you slept when setting up camp with the company. If you were in a particularly bad mood, you’d sometimes try and sleep as far away from everyone as safely possible. But now that you stand here, shivering in your rain soaked clothing, there is only one thing you desire: warmth. And if you cannot have a fire, there is one enticing alternative…

Your gaze drifts to the other side of the cave where Thorin speaks with a frustrated looking Balin. The two are huddled closely together. Do you dare sleep next to Thorin tonight? The two of you had certainly crossed quite a few boundaries already, but only ever behind closed doors. Never while the rest of the company was there to witness any form of affection between the two of you. Would Thorin object to allowing them any kind of clue as to what has already transpired between the two of you? Do you even want them to know? It almost feels like admitting some sort of defeat. Thorin finally wore you down after all your claims of not being able to stand him. Fili and Kili would never let you hear the end of it. “Bofur,” Thorin calls out, “take the first watch.” He turns away from Balin, briefly catching your eyes as you stand there watching him, still frozen in indecision. You can tell he’s having the same internal debate over your sleeping arrangements. He averts his gaze from yours and instead turns his back to you, heading towards the furthest corner of the cave. Ouch That decision has been made for you then. It should bring you some relief but instead all you can feel is…hurt. But there’s really no reason to. Just because the two of you had been semi-intimate a couple of times doesn’t meant that you’re now…together. You aren’t even sure if you want to be with Thorin that way. Publicly, romantically, or however it was you used to imagine the two of you growing up. Back when you were just a young, foolish girl. So certain that the dashing dwarven prince you’d grown up with would be by your side forever. One way or another. Marriage and courtship were never anything the two of you discussed but Dwarven society demanded that you would both marry someday. Not long before Smaug arrived, your parents were already bringing by the occasional suitor. Desperate to try and marry you off, as if that would ever tame your wild nature the way they hoped it would. And of course Thorin would need a queen. A fully dwarven queen. Someone of status, not the half dwarf girl he spent all his time with. But even though you both knew you’d be married off eventually, it was always implied that you’d still be in each other’s lives. You’d been best friends since childhood, why would that ever have to change? You couldn’t imagine ever having to live without him. That is, until you did. Until he left you no choice.

You pick your things back up with a huff. Fine then. If we wants to give you an orgasm then immediately go back to being a grumpy asshole, that’s on him. You toss your pack against the cave wall. Angrily unpacking your things next to a very quiet Bilbo. Thorin has always been very hard on the hobbit, tonight especially. After nearly plummeting to his death over the slippery cliffside, the last thing he needs is Thorin’s aggressively cold shoulder. You feel bad for the poor thing, but you’re too busy festering in your own frustrations to say so. After piling on every single blanket you own, you angrily lay down to sleep. Glaring up at the cavern and pulling the blankets all the way up to your chin. Everyone else is already asleep. Snoring away in a deep slumber, clearly exhausted from the day’s journey. Your eyelids are starting to droop as well. But just before you can drift off, a soft voice whispers your name from beside you. Your eyes snap back open and you turn to look at a sheepish Bilbo. “Can I ask you something?” he whispers. You yawn and rub your eyes, turning onto your side to see him better. “I don’t mean to pry, but I heard some of the other’s mention you’re only half dwarf. Is that true?” “Yes,” you nod, “on my father’s side. My mother is-was a human.” “Is that common in Erebor?” he asks curiously. “Not at all,” you laugh quietly, “My father was a very well respected lord in Erebor. My mother was the daughter of a merchant from Dale. He would take any excuse he could to go into town and visit her stall. When they eventually decided to get married there was quite a fuss. My mother’s family wanted nothing to do with her- or me for that matter. But luckily my Father was very good friends with Thorin’s father, Thrain. They’d grown up together, they were as close as brothers. He blessed the union and when I was born he helped ensure that I was treated as a full Dwarven citizen, just like everyone else.” “It must have been hard growing up though, I can’t imagine everyone was as accepting as Thorin’s family.” “At times,” you admit, “but I had friends in high places. And people would rather hold their tongues around me than risk the wrath of those friends.” “You mean Thorin?” Bilbo asks bluntly, and you peek over your shoulder at your king, making sure he is still asleep. “Everyone says you two used to be thick as thieves, practically inseparable.” You can see the steady rise and fall of Thorin’s chest even from here. “He was my best friend,” you confess in a soft whisper, not tearing your gaze from him. Even in his sleep Thorin looks cross. That ever present frown still on his face as he holds his sword close to his chest, as if someone will attack him in his dreams.

“What happened?” Bilbo asks, and you squeeze your eyes shut at the memories of dragon fire and the anguished screams of your kin. “Smaug didn’t just take our home and our loved ones,” you can still feel Thorin’s strong arms wrapped around you as he drags you away from the flames, kicking and screaming in protest. “Every dwarf that walked out of those halls that day, did so with a piece of themselves missing. Joy, innocence; it all had to be left behind in the flames. Thorin had to step up and become a king, everyone was looking to him now. And I finally had the freedom I’d always longed for, but at a price I wasn’t willing to pay. We both had to leave behind our childhoods in Erebor, we had to grow up quickly to survive this new reality. We started to show our true colors, and neither of us liked what we saw.” “You were angry,” Bilbo translates, “both of you.” “There are many different kinds of anger, Master Baggins. His made him stubborn and afraid, mine made me reckless and bitter. Those don’t mix well together.” “I don’t see why you two can’t get that back now,” he insists, “you were both young and grieving, surely enough time has passed since then?” “Time has nothing to do with it,” you hiss, a sharper edge coming into your tone, “He’s done things I can’t forgive, and he’d never forgive me if he knew half the things I’ve done since we last parted ways.” “What have you done?” “You wouldn’t understand!” you snap, your voice slightly louder than you had intended. “Go to sleep, hobbit,” you insist, rolling onto your other side to turn your back to him. After a moment or so, you hear him settle back into his bedroll. Your gaze falls back to Thorin’s spot across the cave. You could have sworn you saw his eyes close as soon as you look back in his direction, but you’re too tired to care. Your eyelids droop as you fall into a deep sleep, dreaming about that view from the doorway of the inn, tears running down your face, curses and insults screamed at his back as Thorin walks away.

Next Chapter

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@exhausted-humxn-being @marsmallow433

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[bonefall]

Sawing in a circle around myself while drawing Maple Whisker with a thought process like

"It would be cool if Maple Whisker and Bright Whisker were actually ancestors of Bluestar with the wolf motif"

"So I should grab reference images of medieval wolves"

"Usually these depictions make them kind of slinky and conniving, which will be fun since Bright is The Diplomat who is poisoned at the end of Riverstar's Heir; I could subvert things by making her cousin Maple seem like an evil advisor who turns out to have no ulterior motives"

"Bright's looking kind of like a heraldic lion with the way I'm drawing this fur, I'll work that shape into Maple too"

"Canon!Maplewhisker has no description but people tend to make her a reddish-brown. So I'll look at a red wolf."

The circle is complete. I look comically at the camera before plummeting to my doom.

She looks like if Scar Lion King was a lesbian. so OBVIOUSLY I have to stick with it now

Other little design trivia things;

Forest Cats at the time tended to have "manes," Mountain Cats contributed ear tufts, traits that will be heavily concentrated in modern ThunderClan

I feel like Maple was born with ear tufts, but they get bitten off at some point. It feels like an intentional rejection of the influence of ThunderClan, considering the context here, but it could also have been a coincidence that was remembered as Maple having them removed.

Since this story is SO ancient, it's also likely that it's misremembered as "relinquishing a crown"

I should add tons more scars, since everyone gets thrashed at The Second Battle.

In the current draft, Maple Whisker is Bright Whisker's cousin, but I'm not totally committed to it yet. Specifically, their mothers were sisters.

I'm thinking maybe it would be cooler if they were siblings, and Maple was almost eliminated in the same poisoning Bright caused.

But, Maple is younger, so Bright was always going to have a better claim.

There's a suggestion (which I'm gonna answer in a minute because I like it a lot) that Flowerstar's name refers to Monkshood, THE deadliest poison native to England, which I'm going to lean into. It's why I pulled in the wolf motif.

Monkshood is also called Wolf's Bane. It was used to create poisons which helped drive wolves extinct in Britain.

#better bones au #bone babble #fennelposting #I have to stress that Scar did not cross my mind until I stepped back and looked at the colors #It was a complete and utter accident #BB!Maplewhisker #Riverstar's Heir

[novellafaire]

TWST BOYS AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

Just some headcanons on what I think they would be like as boyfriends ♡

Heartslabyul - Savanaclaw - Octavinelle (here!) - Scarabia - Pomefiore - Ignihyde - Diasomnia

• he may try to act suave and charming all the time, but in reality he’s just clumsy in a cute way

• he gets flustered super easily

• you give him any compliment and his cheeks are already dusted with pink

• then he’ll cough to cover it up and regain his composure

• definitely tried to draft a contract for your relationship, but only cause he’s still insecure and that’s his defense mechanism

• he would never force you to sign it though

• dates at the Monstro lounge!!!

• you’re the only person allowed to enter the VIP room without knocking

• he’ll also try to subtly add items to the menu that are curated to your likes

• if you ask him about it though, he’ll deny deny deny

• he’ll also give you discounts, but it will never be free cause he still needs to make a profit (that’s a lie, if you gave him puppy dog eyes he would fold instantly)

• loves to spoil you

• refuses to admit that you have him wrapped around your finger, even if it’s obvious to everyone else

• he would do anything for you

• except show you his octopus form

• he’s still really insecure about it, and even though he knows you won’t judge him, he can’t help but worry

• he might at some point show you, it’ll just take a lot of time for him to get comfortable with the idea

• once he does though, it means he has a lot of trust in you

• he does tend to get jealous easily, but only because his insecurities get to him

• so when that happens, just reassure him that he’s the only one you have eyes for

• speaking of which, he loves it when you praise him, even if he does get flustered

• your appreciation means the world to him

• arguments do happen occasionally, but often times they’re more full of snide remarks and sarcasm rather than anything explosive

• they mainly happen because of stress; so all you guys’ need is some alone time before you reconvene and communicate about what the problems were

• would help you study

• jokingly says you’ll have to pay a price though… which just means he wants a kiss or attention

• not huge on PDA only because of how flustered he gets — he wants to save his image — so he would appreciate it if you let him know before making any moves in public

• that said, he does constantly have a hand on the small of your back

• tries to be a gentleman, but may stumble

• if anyone messed with you or talked bad about you, he would send the Tweels after them, and rest assured that it wouldn’t take long for the perpetrators to be cornered into a very unfavorable contract

• the Tweels enjoy your presence

• mainly cause it’s easier to tease and fluster Azul when you’re around, so they find it even more entertaining

• they are both happy for their friend though

• hesitant to let you meet his family, only because they would pester him about changing back into his natural form

• he would also combust if they showed you baby pictures of him; no matter how adorable you would find them

• so you only visit after he fully trusts you and is comfortable with you — and that he’s shown you his octopus form already

• over all, he is a shy boyfriend who would worship the ground you walk on ♡

• he may appear emotionless most of the time, with only the sinister smile of his gracing his features, but he does genuinely like you

• will want you to join the mountain lovers club, or at least join him on his hikes

• just because he wants to spend more time with you, and it’s doing something he’s passionate about

• which, he will talk to you about mushrooms as much as you’ll let him

• he’ll even show you his terrariums

• he isn’t prone to jealousy, but usually there’s no need for him to feel that way since people usually don’t flirt with you because Jade has his signature creepy smile that gets them to back off

• if they don’t, well then that’s on them…

• arguments aren’t common, because he’s extremely attuned to your emotions and will communicate with you about any issues

• even though he’s not known for his expressions, you’ll be able to read him extremely easily after some time

• which surprises him, but he loves it

• he will tease you, in what may come across as almost sadistic—

• but he never crosses the line

• he is very much a gentlemen

• therefore he doesn’t engage in much PDA

• but he will hold hands with you, or have his arm hooked so you can rest your hand in the crook of his arm while he puts his hand over yours

• he treats you very well

• whenever your upset, he will be solid at comforting

• gives you a shoulder to cry into, while also offering advice if you want it

• big on acts of service and will do what he can to help you

• usually people don’t bother you, but on the off chance they do, they’ll have to deal with both of the Tweels—

• and their punishment won’t be light

• Floyd likes teasing you but other than that he doesn’t really care too much about his twin’s relationship

• Jade would really appreciate it and love it if you and Floyd got along well though

• they are twins, after all

• Jade doesn’t care if you see his eel form or not, but if you want to see it then he won’t mind showing you

• meeting his family lowkey scares you—

• but as long as you prove to be loyal to Jade and that he’s happy, then they won’t interfere

•if you ever mention your interests, he’ll definitely look into them at least a little bit so you can talk about them to him

• over all, Jade is a very gentlemanly and calm boyfriend (who also has a sinister side—) ♡

• good luck dealing with this man—

• you’ll have to learn how to adapt to his mood swings pretty quickly

• but once you do that, you’re solid

• to be completely honest, Floyd probably saw you as just a plaything at first

• but then he continued to be happy around you, which is what lead to your relationship developing

• he is very chaotic; you’ll never be bored

• dates can be completely random with no preparation

• it’s always an adventure with him

• also be prepared for lots of hugs squeezing

• he loves having you wrapped up in his arms all the time

• which means he absolutely loves PDA

• he almost always has his hands on you in some form whenever you’re by each other

• he’s especially taken to leaning all his weight on you, so be prepared for that

• he also has a never ending list of nicknames he calls you — some extremely random and bizarre

• Ace and Jamil have mixed feelings about you visiting their basketball practices/games

• on one hand, you give Floyd a boost to actually put real effort into the game

• but on the other hand he’s even more chaotic when you’re around; and his whole attention is on you instead of the game

• Floyd loves it when you come and watch him though

• he is extremely prone to jealousy given his mood swings, and the only way you can really “console” him is to distract him and give him your full attention

• this also means the arguments aren’t uncommon, and they can be extremely volatile

• when Floyd’s annoyed or angry, it’s not pretty

• so it’s best to just let him cool off elsewhere, and then when he’s ready he’ll come back

• as long as it wasn’t a major problem, there probably won’t be much conversation or apologies said about it, you’ll just go back to normal

• that said, he is extremely protective of you

• if someone says anything bad about you, or dares to try to mess with you, best believe they’re in for a serious squeezing

• Jade will help sometimes as well

• speaking of which, Jade keeps a close eye on you

• he likes you well enough, but he really cares about Floyd so he wants to make sure you’re right for his twin

• you guys get along pretty well normally though

• whenever you’re upset, Floyd’s remedy is to trap you in a hug

• he has no issues showing you his eel form

• you don’t even have to ask because it usually happens when he forgets to take the potion/medicine

• you’ll have to remind him

• over all, Floyd is a very chaotic boyfriend who you’ll never be bored with ♡

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst azul #twst jade #twst floyd #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #twst octavinelle #fanfic

[howlingdemon13]

Betelgeuse I was hugely inspired by a bunch of artists and fic writers in the fandom, as well as a few monster artists who specialize in combining different creatures into beasts that actually look cohesive. I’m not sure how well I was able to execute the vision here, but I’m really proud of it regardless! DiamondZ, nonbinary-arsonist, stinkyhorsebitch, and arbuzyansky were the main catalysts for this, so definitely take a peek at their work or give them a follow. I was initially going to submit this guy for a staff art show, but I don't want to rush the rest of it, so I'm just going to post what I have finished here. Design notes are under the cut.

In earlier drafts, I was looking into more serpentine-looking designs since Beetlejuice turns into a snake in the film. Some of the concepts I was leaning towards looked like either a lindworm or centipede, but I think mammalian fits Musicaljuice since he’s “softer” in a lot of aspects compared to his film counterpart. I may look into playing with a more snake/bug-like design in the future. Beetlejuice’s overall look is heavily inspired by Chalicotherium goldfussi, which were huge Miocene ungulates that are distantly related to things like rhinos and tapirs. Given that Beetlejuice is super old, I felt like an extinct animal was a proper fit. On a more personal level, I really like the way these guys look and it was easier to rework their body plan into something that looks carnivorous. That, and I wasn’t really vibing with other mammalian body plans, especially because I wanted something that was close in shape to a human without being apelike. Huge herbivores also have larger stomachs, which I feel is a better analogue to Beetlejuice’s body type. You’ll have to pry that man’s curves from my cold, dead hands. All his forms are chubby and soft, and I’ll fight you over it in the Denny’s parking lot. I also added some hyaenid traits, especially for the head shape and teeth. Hyenas are very social animals (like Beej, except no one can see him), and striped hyenas and aardwolves specifically have these tall crests of fur that run down their backs and back legs that they can raise and lower to communicate. I’d argue it’s fitting since Beetlejuice’s hair sticks up at odd angles and communicates his mood (intentional or not). And hyenas laugh. Granted they giggle when they’re stressed, but it still fits. I modeled his stripes off of both species as well. His hind paws, ears, and tail are all based off of those of opossums. Beej is very “trash animal”-coded, and I felt like the opossum traits would fit better with the Chalicotherium body than something like a raccoon or skunk. I felt a little bad about not giving him a ton of bug traits, so I tried to add mandibles, but they just weren’t looking right in earlier design drafts. I gave him a bunch of small eyes to compensate, but making him look buggy wasn’t the only reason for the extra eyes. We know from early drafts of the musical script that Beetlejuice’s last name is Shoggoth. These creatures are mentioned by Lovecraft in Fungi from Yuggoth and At the Mountains of Madness, but I’m not sure if this implies that Beej is a shoggoth, or if it more so refers to him being able to manifest multiple limbs/shapeshift/warp reality like one. In that same vein, the mouth in his chest is mostly to look scary and is just another fun little Lovecraftian trait that I felt was needed. Same to the tendrils, but that’s also a common fandom trait that is pretty much canon (to me) at this point. I might rb this with headcanons later on.

#beetlejuice #demon beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #howie's art

[mrpenguinpants]

Telling genshin boys about Orpheus and Eurydice and asking them if they’d look back

My Faint Magnolia

— He wonders how many times he's heard you tell this story, and how many more he'll force you to recite.

— Dottore / Zandik

White magnolia flowers symbolize purity and perfection. [Masterlist]

I read one Wiki page so don't yell at me if I got anything wrong. Tbh, I don't really like how this fic turned out but it's been sitting in my drafts for years.

"The musician and prophet Orpheus fell in love with the beautiful Eurydice, only for her to die shortly after. Thus, he journeyed into the Underworld to plead with Hades to bring his beloved back. His wish was granted - but on the condition that he must not look back at Eurydice until they were both back in the land of the living. But Orpheus couldn't resist one glance, and Eurydice was lost to him forever."

"Fascinating. The seventh retelling adds to the suspense."

"Boo, you're no fun. Minus ten points," he hears you whine. The sounds of a book being tossed carelessly aside as ink-stained papers filled with formulas slide forward and brush against the sleeves of his arm. All are pushed away to allow you to sprawl your upper body over the desk so you can mope and continue to avoid doing any actual work. He can feel your gaze on him, patiently waiting for him to look up from his notes and give you attention, yet he continues to write making you huff in annoyance.

You're both supposed to be working on your assignments, so he has excellent reason to keep ignoring you to focus on his work. If anything, he should be annoyed at you, and he is, but it's a testament to how much he's come to tolerate you that he doesn't immediately get up and leave. Or deal with you in another, less unsavory way. Instead, he flips back through the pages of his notebook. A list of collected components of spare parts of a vast machine and smaller notes of their possible working principles and manufacturing processes. Diagrams and sketches of their possible construction and engines filled with footnotes and annotations. Not all of them are in his writing. He wouldn't dare use that atrocious shade of yellow that you seem to love so much.

"Can't we do anything else? I'm bored out of my minddd," you stretch the words out, effectively cutting his concentration in half with nothing but the sound of your voice. He can feel his eye twitch and his pencil's wood creaking from the pressure he's slowly exerting onto it. Your voice is muffled, which means you haven't picked yourself off the table yet, probably hunched over with your cheek against the table that will take another hour for you to pry yourself back up again. He can't wait for his future headache with your complaints about back problems, even though you're killing your own spine and his head. The sound of a pencil rolling back and forth fills the silence, and that's the last of his patience. He slams his notebook down, the pencil bouncing and dropping onto the floor, and the clattering of wood causes his frown to etch deeper. He re-opens his notebook to the page of the Khaenri'ahn machines found in Devantaka Mountain. There's an annoying doodle of a Ruin Hunter in the corner mocking him right back.

"Work."

His clipped voice has you quiet down. It's a good thing you have some sense of preservation and know that even though he indulges you frequently, there are only so many distractions he will let slip through. But the resounding sound of a chair scraping against the floor, papers being shuffled, and your footsteps tell him you're equally frustrated. He thinks he hears you mutter "rigid oaf" under your breath as your footsteps grow fainter. The silence should put him at ease, but it only serves to irate him further since you're the one who's causing him trouble when he just wants to work in peace and quiet. The worst thing about this situation is that he knows you'll refuse to talk to him unless he apologizes first for something he hasn't done wrong. But alas.

He lets out a deep sigh that sounds twice his age. Puspa Café should still be open at this time. If he leaves now, he can still catch up to you. With a sweep of the arm, he quickly gathers his papers haphazardly but still slides them into their rightful places between the meticulous sections of his notebook.

"Would you look back?"

He pauses when your voice sounds behind him unexpectedly. You sound a mixture of cheeky and skeptical, but the drumming of your fingertips against the back of his chair tells him that you are genuinely curious about his response. Maybe even a bit nervous to ask him such a ridiculous question too.

"The fatal flaw of Orpheus is he never stopped to consider the psychological cost of Hade's offer. To think "Do not look back" is an impossible sentence to think without simultaneously speaking the opposite. Every time you repeat, "I must not look back," you are forced to say: "Look back." But that is the weakness of the human mind," is the answer he supplies. He thumbs at the edges of his notebook, worn from all the years he's opened it but still in pristine condition. He doesn't like his things to be dirty. It makes his skin crawl.

"What? Are you above the human mind now? So you wouldn't be tempted at all?" you say with a hint of dumbfoundedness. He's sure you think that he won't give you an actual answer.

"No."

His answer is short but firm. He won't look back. He won't be Orpheus and lose his Eurydice so easily to temptation. His finger moves and tips the cover open, papers flipping until they stop in the middle of the book. Frantic scribbles of ink of his research on the rare disease of Elezar. He thumbs the page's corner until it creases.

"Hey, look at me."

The next page is on segments.

"Why won't you look at me."

The final page is on dreams.

""Please look at me Zandik."

He closes the notebook.

"I thought Orpheus couldn't hear Eurdicye."

He hears you laugh at his unempathetic reply. It's a hallow imitation. Then silence. It always ends like this. His mind dangling what he needs most only to take it away, making him question if you are even still there behind him. Just one look. Just one look to confirm what's behind him but he won't. He won't be a fool like Orpheus. Not until he's finished. So he does what he always has, removes any option he hates, and creates his own means.

+

He blinks awake slowly. The white ceiling of his laboratory stares at him back and the first thing his mind registers is that it's cold. His hand automatically moves to his side only to meet air. That's right, you're not here anymore. You haven't been here for years. The manifestation of the withering caused dark hardened scales to grow across your limbs. Slowly numbing the affected areas until you couldn't walk anymore, which progressed into fatigue and progressive nerve damage. Your last days were spent asleep in a coma surrounded by as many Nilotpala Lotuses as he could find. He closes his eyes again, but the sound of the heavy steel door grates against his nerves before he has the time to truly relax.

"You know you'll never succeed. You know why. Even if this one doesn't die, it won't be the same."

The voice isn't right. Another failure.

Dottore lifts his head to see your segment standing in front of him. That's correct. He can already see the beginnings of scales on the segment's arms. It's funny. He is capable of creating physical carbon copy segments of himself from different stages of his life and yet you, the outlier, it's never the same. A body is made, and a piece of his memories of you acts as the brain, but it's never the same. He knows why. It's because his memories of you are dying. His dreams are getting shorter, and fuzzier around the edges. He used to dream of seeing you, holding you, and he knows the next time he dreams of you, he may not hear your voice anymore. His own segment thoughts echo in his mind. Don't you think this is a waste of materials and time? It's time to give up. They don't understand, they can't dream.

He won't look back because he knows that as soon as he does, he will never dream of you again. Even if the next dream takes away your voice, the next takes away your presence, until he's left with a void of nothing. Even then, he won't look back. He has only dreamed of you every single night, regardless of anything. These are the only things he has left of you. Everything else was taken, stolen, or burnt. He isn't sure if the person he's constantly dreaming of now is actually you or a figment of his imagination that's begging to be free. But he won't let you go.

My doleful aria, tell me that story again tonight.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin dottore x reader #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin dottore #genshin impact dottore #dottore #il dottore #genshin zandik #dottore headcanons

[stesierra]

Writeblr ReIntro!

I'm posting a new intro because now that I've been on Writeblr a little while, I realize how much information I left out! Hi, I'm Stephanie, I live in the desert with my husband and baby and three cats, and I'm an ace, bipolar fantasy writer! When I was a kid, they said I had ADHD but then I got my Masters degree in biology, so they claim I can't have it. Online tests say I'm probably autistic.

I used to write sci fi twelve years ago but only low tech sci fi about weird aliens, which nobody likes. Now I write fantasy novels! Lots of fantasy novels! I am beginning to post them on my website so if you want to read them, please keep an eye on this post.

My books often but not always have some romance (either m/f or f/f because I prefer female protagonists.) Since I'm ace (and demiromantic), my interpretation of romance and attraction is not exactly what you'd expect from, say, a romance novel.

I am not going to tell you about all my books! I've written eighteen! Four of them are shelved forever! Here's some recent ones (written or revised since 2018) that I haven't given up on. Please ask me questions about them! I LOVE talking about my books! Also, if you want to be added to my taglist for writing samples let me know! Please also tell me if you're interested in alpha or beta reading and for which book! Mutuals only, please!

My books are beneath the cut! As I add WIP intros, I'll update this list with links.

Cast Out

YA fantasy! On her sixteenth birthday, Zisha is cast out of the Plenary Cities for the crime of being born deaf, like her grandmother before her. In the wastelands, she meets Thesil, a depressed and bitter young woman. Zisha wants nothing to do with her — until she sees Thesil's face in a vision. But before she can find out what the visions mean or reach her grandmother's holdings in the wastes, the plague returns to the Plenary Cities. If the disabled really caused the plague thirty years ago, and were cast out to stop the spread, how can it be back when all of them are outcast?

Status: Finished. Being serialized.

WIP intro here.

Now being serialized here. First five chapters up, one posted weekly.

The Bone Queen

This is my NA fantasy about the aftermath of freeing an undead queen and her skeleton army. They take over the kingdom, of course! The main character, Elise, is trapped in Bandrum palace by Aubrey, the ghost who tricked her into falling in love and freeing him (plus everyone else.) He's an animated skeleton now with plans to marry Elise and force her to carry his children. The bone queen has promised him she'll make it happen. Too bad no one cares what Elise wants. If only she had magic of her own...

Status: undergoing a rewrite after developmental edit. Was 109k before revisions. Not available for beta reading.

Draft number? Hahahaha. It has two complete sequels (The Spellbound King (106k) and The Matriarch's Daughter (96k)) I must also rewrite. This series is going to kill me but I love it. My mom, who loves everything I write, complained that it was weird. I'm very proud.

WIP intro here.

First chapter here.

School of Souls

This is my YA contemporary fantasy about a boarding school in the Bighorn Mountains! It's supposed to be a place parents can send "bad" teens to have their problems sorted out, but secretly the founder is using it to train the kids as sorcerers. Even more secretly, the school devours the souls of the students sent there, and the teenagers who graduate aren't the same as the ones who arrived... Warning: does include teenage addiction to sleeping pills and ghosts and and parental death. It's going to have sequels but I haven't written them yet.

Status: Complete first draft. 83k. Available for alpha reading.

WIP intro here.

First chapter here.

The Many-faced Princess

This is YA fantasy with a historical vibe but set in a made up world. Vaguely inspired by ancient Phoenicia. It's about Princess Ameryi, who was blessed by the genderless trickster god, Akihel, to be able to change her face. If her father the king ever found out, he'd have to execute her, of course. Akihel is just plain evil. All the other gods say so. A daughter who's their champion? Impossible. An abomination. So Ameryi will just have to make sure her father never finds out. That was easier to do before the Asirtinsa Empire threatened to invade and her father sent her to secure an alliance with a neighboring king. She's supposed to marry him. Not steal his face and frame him for murder. But sometimes plans just don't work out.

This book was supposed to be about two lesbian princesses who frame the king for murder so they can elope, but both princesses decided to be ace and there was nothing I could do.

Status: Complete first draft. 83k. It's going to have sequels but I haven't written them yet. Available for alpha reading.

First chapter here.

Map here.

Court Phoenix

This is my NA fantasy! Kerra is a blacksmith's apprentice. Not because she wants the job, but because her mother sold her future to him when she was still a toddler who crawled into live fires and giggled as the flames consumed her clothes. Now she's a woman, trapped by the expectations of her family and her village. Until one day, a phoenix crash-lands and dies in her arms. When it's reborn, it chooses Kerra as its keeper. Soon, her dreary future is swept away. A princess from Skyfire, the moving city, offers her a job in the royal court. How could Kerra refuse? Her family's claims that she'll die if she ever leaves the village are just manipulative lies. Aren't they?

Status: Complete third draft. 104k. Available for beta reading.

First chapter here.

The Revenant Trilogy

Adult fantasy. Solving a murder should bring good fortune, but all it brings Mindral Thideet is disaster. Her fame and peaceful life as head researcher at the city of knowledge end abruptly. In retaliation for her investigation into his crimes, Payar Cheref, the head of the powerful Cheref family, burns her beloved cousins alive and scars her face. The scar marks her as a revenant, a body possessed by a godkin, one of the gods' evil children. Her life as a researcher is over. All that's left is revenge.

No one believes her when she denies that godkins have any power over her. But godkins, real ones, are far closer than she realizes. Tearing down Payar Cheref could destroy Mindral, her family, and the nation itself.

-The Halfway Revenant (rewriting draft 4) 120k. Not available for beta reading.

-The Soul-Seer (draft 2) - 130k

-The Godkin's Gambit (draft 2) 121k

First chapter here.

As Immortality Fades

Adult fantasy. Five hundred years ago, one of the immortal and unpredictable Valteifur visited the kingdom of Kathild and granted the young queen Nelone immortality. But there was a catch. She'd live forever, youthful and strong, just so long as her subjects were happy. For centuries, she's met her part of the deal. But when the Valteifur returns to check on her progress, he grants her a new gift: the resurrection of every single person in Kathild who's died in the last two hundred years. Then he disappears.

There aren't enough houses for them all. There's not enough food. And winter is here.

Status: Complete first draft. 98k. Available for alpha reading.

Bi MC, enemies to lovers.

First chapter here.

Stitches and Memories

This one's adult fantasy. Antea's father ripped her mind apart, left her for dead, and vanished twelve years ago, and she's going to find out why. But when constables try to kill her and strange truth magic grows inside of her, hunting her father starts to look like suicide. Too bad going home isn't an option.

Status: I exchanged this with a critique partner and now it embarrasses me. Fourth draft. 122k. Available for beta reading.

Trigger warning: magic seizures

First chapter here.

WIP intro here.

Triangle Park

Contemporary Fantasy. I have no idea who it's for. An elf exiled to the middle of nowhere ends up stuck with an unexpected child. It's about reluctant parenting and protecting the needy. And elves and faeries slumming it in a mobile home.

Status: Complete first draft. 86k. Available for alpha reading.

First chapter here.

Mud-Child

Adult fantasy. Rebeka has always heard that a woman who goes through menopause loses her spark (the magic that lets her create children). If she's had children, it just makes the neighbors a little more fertile. But Rebeka never wanted a man, and she never wanted to raise a child. Not since her twin sister died and her beloved Suza left her for a man. The problem is, the spark leaves a childless woman differently, everyone says. A bitter hag? She'll curse her neighbors. A sweet dim biddie? She'll give her spark to inanimate objects and create a monster. Rebeka doesn't know which she is, but she believes it's a myth.

That was before the clay in her clay pit woke up and called her mother.

Status: Third draft. 109k. Needs a rewrite! Not available for beta reading.

First chapter here.

WIP intro here.

I GUESS I'M WRITING A NEW BOOK

The Giant's Gamble

First chapter here.

I started writing this on Friday the 13th, 2023. LET'S SEE HOW LONG IT TAKES TO WRITE WITH A BABY.

Short stories

The Unfamous Dead

VERY OLD CRAP

The Scribe and the Sphinx

Adult historical fantasy

Status: second draft. Shelved for good. 85k.

The Adrift series

The River's Drift. 100k.

The Waking Mountain. 106k.

Low-tech alien sci fi. Shelved for good.

My first book whose name I forget. About 50k. Exists only as a hard copy in my parents' house.

Taglist so far (tell me if you want to be added or removed)

Tag list for everything

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Just chapters and snippets

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For The Many-faced Princess

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The Halfway Revenant

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The Bone Queen

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I love you all!

#writeblr intro #oh my god this is long #why did I write so much #why did I do this to myself #writeblr #writing #writing community #creative writing #fantasy #writers of tumblr

[dailyadventureprompts]

Drafting the Adventure: To the dungeon!

Recently I worked out a framework for running exploration based adventures , and while a lot of people seemed to like it, a few folks wrote in asking how it might work in practice. I’m only too happy to provide an example, as it will likewise give me the chance to demonstrate how to combine a wilderness adventure with a dungeon adventure, which is something I wanted to do anyway. 

Background: the party is sent off to seek an arcane mcguffin contained in an ancient ruin, with the caveat that no one really remembers where the ruin might be. As such they’ll have to explore a stretch of wilderness looking for signs of old habitation before getting to delve the dungeon itself.

Setup: In addition to gearing up The party might want to talk with some locals to get information about where they're going, which will allow you to drop clues about further places they cam explore. Any Entry marked with a (G) can be hinted at in gossip and research, providing them a hint about where to go.

FIRST ZONE : The Ancient Plains

"Cool winds steal the warmth from your cheeks as your party steps into the wilderness, your goal and the mountains far in the distance and a vast rolling grassland before you. This place was the site of a great battle that nearly destroyed your home, but is now quiet save for the murmur of the tallgrass and your own footfalls.

Design Note: The party can either choose to head to one of the locations they've already heard about/discovered, or spend time trying to find a new location with a perception or survival check, with you rolling a die to decide which one to point them at first. Once the random encounter is unlocked, add one die to the pool every time they travel to an area, and two die if their searching for a new area falls below a reasonable dc.

SECOND ZONE: The Forgotten Foothills

"Like the fingers of a grasping titan, the roots of the mountain-range pull at the earth giving rise to steep ascents and sudden valleys. The trickle of pure glacial melt runs in small streams over this uneven landscape, giving you a refreshing if bonechilling respite from your long travels."

Design Note: Now rather than making simple progress, the party needs to actively hunt for the location of the ruins, with the understanding that taking a surface look at different locations is going to bring a random encounter or two down on their heads REAL fast.

Also shoutout to Yithini, my homebrew goddess of ascension in all its forms.

THIRD ZONE: The Cascading Ruins

"It was no wonder it was so hard to find this old fortress, as the waters pouring down from the cliffs above seem intent on wiping it from the mountainside. The noise and the crush of endless water rumbles in your bones as you make your approach, up a slick half eroded stair that might've been part of the structure's battlements. Most of the structure is lost in the pool of rushing white water below, but a few stretches of old fortification still manage to withstand the siege of time. "

Art

#drafting the adventure #mountain #field #adventure design #dungeon design #dm tip #dm advice #treasure hunt #dungeon #dnd #dungeons and dragons #d&d #ttprg #pathfinder #yithini

[cupidlovemail]

( haikyuu ) tsukishima x reader

reader :: gender-neutral, not japanese, has an unspecified native language, newest manager of the karasuno volleyball club

genre :: fluff

word count :: 1.7k

warnings :: none!

characters :: tsukishima kei, kiyoko shimizu, daichi sawamura

details :: tsukishimas love language is NOT words of affirmation, obviously, so he needs to find a different way to get his feelings across to the person he likes

Thump.

Another crumpled ball of paper hit the edge of the garbage can, tumbling out and landing on the floor. The bin had started overflowing nearly half an hour prior and now a small mountain of paper was building up around it. Some were full of writing, some had creases at the edges, and some barely had simple, but imperfect, words at the top. All had been discarded by the man at the desk, his chin resting on his palm and a frown on his face.

Tsukishima's knee bounced anxiously as he tapped his pen against the notepad before him. The clock read 10:48 p.m. and he knew he had things to be doing, most importantly studying for a test he had to write tomorrow. No matter how hard he tried, however, he couldn’t force his mind to focus on the material. The textbooks and lecture notes had been pushed aside in favour of something much more frivolous: trying to draft the perfect note to the newest manager of the Karasuno Volleyball Club.

A foreign exchange student from overseas, they had joined Tsukishima’s class at the beginning of the year. He had originally paid them no mind, they simply sat across the room from him and behaved as any student would. He had no reason to dislike them, they simply existed like most people in his class. They appeared one day at the volleyball club soon after, excitedly following Kiyoko into the gym and interrupting practice. The way they shook hands with Daichi and greeted everyone else with a bright smile on their face caused Tsukishima to roll his eyes, hoping they wouldn’t be another loud addition to the club.

The more they frequented the gym, however, the more Tsukishima felt himself clicking with them. Despite being fluent in Japanese they had a tendency to use words from their native language, teaching him a variety of words in the process. Mostly swear words, especially useful when he wanted to be snarky and a show-off. Before he knew it he had begun keeping a list of words they frequently used so he would always understand them, even when others didn’t. In his time off he would search up new terms to try and catch them off guard with his knowledge, secretly enjoying how their eyes would sparkle when he used a foreign phrase correctly. Even if he got the pronunciation wrong, hearing them correct him and teach him properly was more than enough.

As a way to foster his learning, they insisted, the two had begun sharing music in their respective languages. The first day the new manager had been in charge of the music during warmup they had chosen a piece by a local producer from their hometown. Despite not understanding the words at the time, Tsukishima did enjoy the rhythm and later asked them for the name so he could add it to his own playlist. The short interaction had sparked a back-and-forth of sending each other increasingly obscure music they enjoyed. Little by little his playlist began to fill up with more of their music taste than his own, something he tried his best to ignore. When he thought too long about how much he enjoyed their conversations or focused too hard on how excited they looked when he successfully blocked a spike his ears would grow hot and his head would get foggy.

Tsukishima’s phone screen lit up beside him, shaking him out of his thoughts. It was only a brief moment of calm, however, as the new notification had your name attached.

“Tsuki, check this out!” The text read, a link to a YouTube video attached.

He tried to repress the jolt he felt in his chest as he clicked on the link and turned the volume up for his headphones. Tsukishima reclined in his chair and shut his eyes, trying to fully immerse himself in the song (totally not for your sake, he thought). Although he didn’t understand most of the words it was enjoyable overall and he could confidently say he liked it.

“That’s a good one,” Tsukishima answered as soon as the music faded out. He clicked loop on the video and turned down the volume before searching up the lyrics, scanning over the words to see if he could pick any out. As it played in the background he continued to add to his ever-growing list of words to try and impress you with.

“You say that about all of them!” Was the response from you, a joking vibe to your text. It made him pause, thinking back over every song you had sent him recently. He had liked all of them even if they weren’t what he typically chose to listen to. Was he really just enjoying them because you were the one sending them?

“That’s because they’re all good.” He settled with, trying to chase the thoughts out of his mind.

After some more chatting back and forth, you both said your goodnights and Tsukishima’s phone fell silent once more. The lyrics still pulled up on his computer screen gave him the courage to continue working on the note before him, feeling more confident in expressing what he wanted to say. His spoken words consistently failed him, always coming out bitter despite the intention being pure. Well, mostly pure. He didn't think he would ever be able to totally discard his sarcastic persona, but he also knew you would never want him to do that anyway. Hoping that he would at least appear more genuine in writing, Tsukishima finally signed his name at the bottom of a perfectly constructed piece of paper.

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The sound of volleyballs hitting the floor filled your ears as you sat on a gym bench and yawned. Waking up early to study, attending class all day, and then being the newest manager of a volleyball club was more tiring than you initially expected. You weren’t even the one playing and you felt like you were being stretched thin, you couldn’t imagine actually being on the team. Kiyoko sat next to you, scribbling notes on a clipboard and occasionally adjusting her glasses. She had turned down your help earlier in the evening, insisting that whatever job she was working on was simple enough to perform on her own. As comfortable energy settled between the two of you, now was a perfect time for your eyes to trail over to your favourite member of the Karasuno Volleyball Club. You were unbiased, of course, but everyone has a favourite, right? He was leaning against a wall in the far corner talking to Yamaguchi and attempting to look busy. What you didn't notice was the way he would glance in your direction each time you looked away, not wanting to miss you leaving the gym. It had been a long day, everyone on the team looked exhausted and you could tell that no meaningful progress was being made.

Daichi suddenly clapped his hands together and dismissed everyone, almost as if you had voiced your thoughts out loud. You sprung up from the bench and stretched your arms up over your head, preparing to gather your things and begin heading home. Bidding farewell to Kiyoko and exiting the gym, you stopped at the fountain to fill your water bottle. It wasn’t long until footsteps approached you from behind.

“Hey, Tsuki.” You say, looking at him over your shoulder. “Great practice today. What’s up?”

“Thanks. I have something for you.”

He sounded more blunt than usual. You turned off the fountain and moved to face him, giving him your undivided attention. He averted his gaze, rustling the pages of the notebook he was holding and taking out a piece of neatly folded paper. Unbeknownst to you, he had kept the letter he worked on flat between the pages to make sure it got to you in perfect condition. Although you likely wouldn't notice even if it did have creases or smudges, Tsukishima felt like it would be embarrassing to give you something imperfect. He didn't care though, really. You take it, meeting his eyes with a skeptical look.

“What was so important that you had to write it down? I already have your phone number.” You joke, and he still doesn’t meet your eyes.

“Just open it.”

You gently open the paper, folded once in a perfectly straight line. It was a list of song names, all written in perfectly neat Japanese, numbered one through ten. Each one had a small note beside it talking about the song. I think you’ll like this singer and 1:29 is my favourite and the ending is really good were concise but charming, your smile growing larger and larger as you went down the list. When you got to the end, a message written in your native language was (somewhat sloppily) scrawled at the bottom.

“I really like you, we should hang out more.”

You look up at Tsukishima, joy painted across your face. Your smile was so wide it almost began to hurt. For the first time that night he looked you in the eyes, nearly trembling out of fear that you would think the note was too cheesy. It took all of his energy to appear calm on the outside, trying to relax his posture and maintain a neutral look on his face. You looked at him, then back to the note, then back to him, struggling to find the right words to say.

He cleared his throat, obviously impatient. “So…”

“I’d love to!” You exclaimed, cutting him off and grabbing his right hand with your own two. You shake it up and down, the smile never leaving your face and your eyes scrunched with happiness. “I would love to, Tsuki!"

Your joy was infectious, as soon as you grabbed his hand he felt his mind cloud over and he couldn’t do anything but smile along. The ringing in his ears was louder than ever before and he could feel his face heat up despite trying desperately to maintain his composure. Since the rest of the club already went home, however, he allowed himself to get swept away in your enthusiasm and charm. Only somewhat, of course. Tsukishima was thankful at this moment that he always made it clear he was not a fan of people being in his personal space. Not because he didn’t enjoy your company, but if you came any closer he was worried you would hear how fast his heart was beating.

Thump, thump, thump.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu/reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei/reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima/reader #haikyuu fluff #fluff #sfw #my writing

[ghouljams]

Fae!Soap idea!

It's a life drawing session and, arrogant as he is, Soap's the model and his future Darling's a horror artist.

Although she doesn't have any sort of sight or magic she paints/draws him as the real him like she's picking up on it subconsciously? Maybe to make her immune to his life draining influence she's had health struggles before and so if she notices destructive patterns forming she's quick to correct them and uses routine and self care to pace herself?

Blurb number two! This Darling escapes Soap's clutches before he can get his hooks in them...

Figure drawing is one of your favorite classes. You can turn your brain off and let the charcoal scratching fill your thoughts. There's just something so satisfying about giving your process over to the process and shapes of the human form. You've always heard people complain about figure drawing classes and anatomy, but you find it fascinating. Especially since your professor gave you full permission to add your own spins on your art. As long as the anatomy and gesture is sound.

The guy today is easy on the eyes, easier on the inspiration. One look at his sea glass eyes and you know exactly what you're drawing. He sets himself up in pose, your professor arranges the fabric draping how they want and gives the go ahead.

The scratch of pencil and coal against drafting paper fills the room. The man in the middle, Soap you think is his name, seems in his element. He positively glows under the cold fluorescent lights, eyes darting around the room. You glance around your easel as you lay down the basic shapes of your sketch, tracing the lines of Soap's form to be sure you're getting the anatomy right.

You meet his eyes before you look back at your easel, and he smiles. You feel your heart race, blood pounding in your ears. Electricity sparks in his eyes, and you feel all the more confident in your inspiration.

You spend the next hour getting your sketch plot and shaded. Shying away from Soap's gaze when you meet it. It feels like he's staring at you the whole class. No, you're sure he's staring at you, because when your professor calls time his hand grabs your easel.

"What're you working on there, Bonnie?" Soap asks, smooth and seductive. You keep your eyes on his face and not the loose knot of his robe as he leans to check your work. He stills, his good natured smile falling.

Your paper is dark and smudged, your fingers having been dragged through the charcoal to add extra intrigue to the shadows. Soap's form fills only half the sketch, the rest of it filled with heavy shadow, eyes and spiderwebs. Each lacing thread spinning from Soap and tying the eyes together. You're quite proud of the delicate threads, the way you carved out negative space with your eraser. Your even more proud of the figure in the center of your canvas.

The anatomy is sound, and you haven't changed anything about Soap's look significantly, but there's something sort of sinister about him. Unnerving. It's the look in his eyes.

The same one he gives you now. You don't think anyone has ever looked at you like that, with absolute predatory loathing. It's gone in an instant, so quickly you think you imagined it.

"Spooky," He tells you with a fresh smile.

"Yeah I-" You try to shake yourself from what felt like a stare down with a mountain lion, "I mostly do horror."

"Mostly or only?" Soap hums tearing the sketch from your pad, you don't stop him.

"It's my favorite, uh, that's not-"

"You mind if I keep this?" He rolls up the charcoal drawing with practiced ease, cutting you off from protesting. You hesitate and give half a nod. He gives you a wink in thanks and goes to talk to one of the other students.

You don't see them or Soap in class again.

#Fae!Soap #john soap mactavish #soap modern warfare #johnny soap mactavish #I don't want to tag this as x reader since there's no romance or anything #this was a fun stretch of the old muscles tho #Soap loves the art but he can't have an artist showing the world what he is #that's no fun #he shows the 141 the drawing and they're like “huh yeah that's you alright” #this is why he doesn't like seers

[earlgreydream]

My idea is that the reader is about to have surgery and the night before, she’s a nervous wreck about it up to the point where she’s not getting the sleep she needs. Kylo helps to comfort her to the best of his abilities. (Feel free to add a smut scene if you want to or to ignore this request if it’s something you can’t write for. I hope this is okay, if not, no pressure!) 💜💜💜💜

this was in my drafts forever so I’ll just post it as a short unfinished blurb (since I haven’t posted in forever)

a starless night sky blanketed the neighborhood in darkness, offering little comfort to the anxiety prickling up your spine.

the bedside lamp clicked on behind you, Kylo stirred out of sleep by the cold of the empty bed. the tired man rubbed his eyes, blearily searching for you in the night.

“I’m here,” you murmured from your spot in the windowsill across the room.

“why are you awake?” he questioned, sitting up in bed, running a large hand through his messy, dark hair.

“can’t sleep,” you confessed, hugging your knees to your chest, embarrassed by your stress.

you turned to look out the window, not wanting him to see the anxiety that was knitted across your face. the bed creaked as he stood, making his way to your side. kylo knelt down by the window seat, laying a large hand on your thigh, expressing his love through physical touch.

“you need to rest.”

“hey, look at me,” kylo pressed when you didn’t answer, tenderly guiding your jaw, turning your face toward his.

“I’m just… anxious. I know it’s a routine surgery, but what if I’m the one percent—”

“slow down. it’s okay to be anxious, but you’ll be completely fine. I’d never let anything happen to you,” he promised, as if he were the surgeon.

“kylo," you whined, indicating that it didn’t make you feel better.

“listen to me. I’ll be there the whole time, you’re going to be safe,” his tone was serious, raspy with sleep.

“I know,” you finally conceded, allowing yourself to melt into his warm embrace, standing in the dimly lit bedroom.

despite your words, kylo could feel the tension in your body, noting the way your hands were still busy with chipping your nail polish.

“let me help you relax,” he offered softly, his lips brushing the shell of your ear before pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

you weren’t convinced you could relax — even with his help, but you trusted him to relieve you of the painful stress that kept you up.

“that’s my girl,” kylo preened when you nodded, letting him walk you back to bed.

you laid back against a mountain of pillows, angelic in the lamplight, wearing only a pair of panties and one of kylo’s old tees from college. he admired you for a moment, gently rubbing your leg.

“don’t worry, I’ll get you nice and sleepy,” he promised, a playful glimmer in his eyes as kylo leaned down to kiss your lips.

he squeezed your hip, his hand under the soft shirt as he kissed you, the tenderness almost immediately melting away the stress. kylo’s fingertips ghosted over your lower belly, tracing the outline of your panties, slowly dipping into them as he continued the heavy kissing. your lips parted with a soft moan that was swallowed up, aroused from him circling your clit.

#kylo ren #kylo #kylo ren fluff #kylo x reader #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren fanfic