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[drop-cherries]

Slow Morning's

Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Cw: fluff, kisses, cuddling, soft ghost

Summary: you wake up and need to pee but simon protests

A/n: drabble before bed, as usual, requests are open!!, be safe as always, and stay healthy. XOXO, BIRDY

"Do we have to?" Your lovely husband ask's. It's 11am a late night caused a late morning. You were trying to get up to go pee and brush your teeth but Simon held you tight.

"I have to pee so bad love," You plead with him. One that goes unnoticed as he drops his face further into your next, he finally groans in response and loosens his hold.

You pee faster than the speed of light and jump back into bed, right on top of Simon. He lets out a puff of air on conact and wraps his arms around you, as you wiggle in his grip giggling and full on belly laughing. The sound a teue delight to his ears as he cackles with you.

He pins you underneath him and attacks you with tickles, you're wheezing at this point, pleading with him to stop in between cackles. He finally answers your pleads and stops only to go straight into attacking you with kisses.

He plops down next to you, pulling you onto his bare chest, holding you tightly. Both of you out of breath.

"Can we stay like this forever?" You whisper into his chest.

"Of course, anytjing for you my darling."

#birdywrites #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon “ghost” riley #simon ghost riley #ghost x you #ghost x reader #ghost cod

[cult0fdionysus]

Comfortable

Ghost x Reader

Cw: overall fluff, my writing

Summary: you find out ghost can be quite comfortable

A/n: little drabble

Book open on your lap as you chew at your nails, eyes fluttering over the pages. It's late in the 141's common room, the only light being a small lap to the left of the couch you are seated on. Being on your own like this is peaceful, it's nice and quiet no thrum of people in the halls, or slamming doors. Just you and your book.

The couch dips and you jump a little. A familiar figure is sitting next to you, hes clad in his usual balaclava and sleepwear.

"Shit, you scared me." You say a little out of breath from the scare.

"You should be paying attention to your surroundings then sergeant." Ghost states in a gruff tone. Eyes softening a moment later as he looks you over, you're wearing a tank top, and sleep shorts. "You look comfy," he adds. Then pullin the blanket —you added to the back of the couch— and throwing it over your ahoulders.

"Thank you," you say in a whisper, your body leaning towards his. Taking that as an invitation he puts your book down—with the book mark in it— and pulls you to lay on top of him.

Hes done this before, usually at night when you spend time reading in the common room. You always notice how he seems to sleep more soundly with you in his arms.

You sigh into him, threading your arms around his waist and he pulls you impossibly closer.

"You're so comfortable." You say smooshed against his chest. He lets out a chuckle and starts rubbing your back, soon lulling you to sleep.

#birdywrites #ghost x reader #simon “ghost” riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x you #ghost cod #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you

[kryskakikomi]

personal tag game

Ty @birdywrites for tagging me on this :O{

rules: bold what applies to you!

APPEARANCE

I have brown hair (really dark bc Asian genes). I’m over 5′6″ tall. I wear glasses/contacts. I have one or more tattoos. I don’t wear makeup very often. My hair is currently dyed. I wear pants more often than skirts. I have at least one piercing. I paint my nails. I have a tan (sorta?). I have freckles on my face. I have blue eyes. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I wear something for religious purposes. I have straight hair. I have/had braces and/or a retainer. I don’t care how other people think I look (ehh usually). I wear yoga pants.

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

I know how to swim. I can do a cartwheel. I draw or paint for fun. I can do at least one pushup. I play a sport (used to do karate). I can cook or bake something without a recipe (fried rice is all intuition). I read and/or write fanfiction. I enjoy singing. I can play a musical instrument. I have started a new book series or tv show this year. I can touch my nose with my tongue. I have a reading goal for this year. I like to go hiking. I can knit or sew (hand stitch but I suck sooo). I could survive in the wild by myself. I like backpacking as a form of travel. I have won a trophy in a competition. I know more than one language (viet).

RELATIONSHIPS AND SEXUALITIES

I am in a relationship. I have been single for over a year. I have a crush. My parents are together. I have at least one sibling. I have a long distance friendship (ONLINE FRIENDS ARE FRIENDS TOO). I get along with most of my family members. I have a best friend I have known for at least five years. I am LGBTQA+ (bi and probably gender apathetic). I have a big family. I am out to my friends and/or family (only 4 friends). I don’t intend to enter a romantic relationship for now. I have made a friend through a hobby or sport.

AESTHETICS

Autumn is my favourite season. I practice meditation. I listen to music to fall asleep. I like misty, rainy days. I enjoy the smell of freshly laundered linens. I have a colourful bedroom. I have slept under the stars. I like the sound of birds chirping in the summer. Jazz music calms me. I enjoy cloud watching. I like the sound of waves crashing on a beach. I have posters on the walls of my room. I have attended a bonfire. I enjoy thunderstorms. I have watched the sunrise. I prefer the countryside to the city.

MISCELLANEOUS

I am double-jointed (9/10 of my fingers). I can fall asleep anywhere. I can recognize constellations in the night sky. I live by a certain quote. I can drive a car. I sing in the shower. I have a pet. I attend a postsecondary school. I am the mom friend. I am the class clown. I wish I lived in a video game. I am multiracial. I daydream a lot (I space out way too much too). I have/had a mental illness. I am active on social media other than Tumblr. I volunteer for a nonprofit organization. I sleep with a stuffed animal. I have one or more dream careers.

Imma tag back @junebishopwrites @dioramic @crystallized-ink @dazed-night-lights @alcego-writes and anyone else!! <3

#why dont you just say uni or college??? #ffs america use slang once in a while #tag games #not writing #birdywrites #q

[mrs-ravens-nest]

happy storyteller saturday from @birdywrites! what are some ways your writing style has changed over the years?

I plan wayyyyyy more now. I just used to scribble on in a notebook and hope this randomness made sense. I still do that sometimes just to get the juices flowing but I do serious outlining these days. I have pages upon pages of notes and outlines in Google docs and it helps me to stay on track and sound like I know what I'm doing with my own ideas.

I am also more willing to share my ideas and take criticism, proven by me participating in writeblr. It feels very nice to open up.

Thank you for the ask, @birdywrites 🖤

#sts #storyteller saturday #birdywrites #writeblr #weekly writeblr #writeblr event

[augustawren]

Kindred Spirits

Characters: Nova Hollytoe and Devana Goodfellow Universe: Flutter lives AU, mixed with an alternate Devana AU

Nova had never seen so many people in her life. Dolbry had always been close by, of course, but Grandmother Hollytoe would never take her. She said the people there lived unclean lives, against the teachings of Yondalla. So naturally Nova had always been drawn to it. It’s not that she hated Yondalla, but a life beyond the strict, pious rules of her grandmother was irresistible.

Nova’s eyes were wide as she looked around, the people bustling and pushing past her. A few older people did double takes at the sight of her, but then they shook their heads and walked on. Everything was… Dirty. Filthy, even! There were beggars, and kids in gangs slipping through the street. Merchants yelled out about their wares, or yelled at customers as they haggled. Everyone seemed to be yelling. It was so loud, especially compared to Lowhill, where nothing ever happened.

Nova reluctantly pulled herself out of her daze, and forced herself to move before she was run over. Her first order of business was to find an inn. She walked down the street, hiking her pack a little higher on her back and keeping her eyes open.

Dolbry had a funny smell, but for some reason she didn’t find it all together unpleasant. Nova didn’t mind the noise much, either. She felt strangely at home here, and grinned as she walked down the street, looking every bit the part of the tourist. She pushed her wild, brown curly hair behind one ear, the white streak immediately falling back into place across her eyes. She never could seem to tame that. She sighed and tossed her hair back so at least she could see, and went back to scrutinizing the signs. She took her time, eventually adjusting to the signs and dialect of those that occasionally gave her directions, working out that things like “glug house” meant pub, and “oink gallows” meant butcher’s. She never found the directions, or signs, particularly helpful, however, so eventually she just guessed and took a chance that The Shallow Tinker was an inn. It looked to be in fairly good repair, and a glance in the small windows revealed a halfling woman at the bar, which encouraged her. Nova took a deep breath, and pushed open the door.

“So then I said he better get lighter fingers than that if he hoped to steal from a Goodfellow!” the halfling at the bar was saying. The older man behind the counter laughed and slapped his thigh.

“That he’d better!” he agreed, then looked up to see Nova. His eyebrows raised.

“Oi there!” he called to her. “You lookin’ for a drink?” He leaned in a little closer to the girl at the bar with a chuckle and muttered, “Thought that was your mother for a second!”

“Gods, I hope not!” the girl said, “She probably wouldn’t be happy with how many ciders I’ve had!” She turned around on her stool to look at Nova.

At a passing glance, the two young women looked vaguely similar. The girl had curly brown hair very similar to Nova’s own, only without the streak, and looked to be around her age. Her body was more solid and chubby than slender Nova, however, and where Nova’s freckles covered her entire body, this girl’s were only very lightly splattered across her nose. Her features were rounder as well; Nova’s were almost elfin, so much so that her grandmother had sometimes wondered aloud if she had been left by faeries.

The girl grinned when she saw Nova, and waved as if she knew her.

Nova, still standing awkwardly in the doorway, gave her a tentative wave in return.

“Come on in!” the girl cried, and patted the stool beside her. “It’s good to see some other halfling girls in here!”

“I’m…. looking for a room?” Nova said, stepping forward a little.

“Ah, rooms we be filled up on, just now,” the man said. “Sorry, lass.”

Nova’s face fell and she chewed at her lip.

“Oh. Okay, thanks anyway.”

“Aw, c’mon, Arthur!” the girl at the bar said. “Can’t you find some room? She looks nice enough!” She turned back to Nova. “What’s your name? Are you a thief?”

Nova looked affronted and frowned.

“No, I’m not a thief,” she said, her voice tight, and turned to leave.

The man named Arthur chuckled again and the girl jumped down to cross over to Nova, touching her arm to get her to turn back.

“Hey, sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. Around here, thief isn’t an insult! Both my parents are thieves, and my mom is like a hero to this city!” She grinned and extended her hand. “I’m Devana Goodfellow, it’s a pleasure to meet you…?”

Nova studied her a moment, then took her hand and shook it.

“Nova,” she supplied. “Nova Hollytoe.”

Devana shook her hand more emphatically, her grin widening.

“Well! Nova! I was asking if you were a thief, because I was going to offer to let you room with me! You look new around here, no offense, and I won’t be in town long anyway, so you can have my room when I’m gone.” She looked over her shoulder to a disapproving Arthur. “And don’t worry, she’ll still pay you half the price of a regular room. How’s that sound?”

Arthur grunted, but Nova’s eyes narrowed.

“Why?” she asked, finally managing to pull her hand from Devana’s.

“Well, you don’t know me yet, Nova, but I love meeting new people, and I love helping out folks who look like they need it! It’s just the Goodfellow way!”

Nova cocked an eyebrow.

“I thought you said your parents were thieves. And… wait, Goodfellow?” She’d been too flustered to make the connection before.

Devana laughed.

“Yep! As in the Goodfellows. Heroes of Saumermere, Prince and Princess of Taber’s Run, along with Mom being the Dark Lady of Dolbry!” She laughed again. “Anyway! What do you say?”

Nova hesitated.

“Are you… Serious?”

Devana crossed her heart.

“As serious as serious can be. They’re the ‘rents! Right, Arthur?”

The old man nodded.

“Wren and me, we go back some thirty years! She’d send folks here when I was just starting out, and I’d give her a cut. Crafty little shit, but with a good heart. Brought this little lady here when she was just a few years old.”

“And… left you?” Nova asked, her frown deepening. Maybe leaving children at inns was common practice with halfling women...

“Gods!” Devana said, bursting out laughing. “No! Brought me to visit! Mom’s from Dolbry, we were just visiting!”

Nova shifted uncomfortably. She didn’t want to keep talking about being left at inns by mothers anymore. She was new to this city, it would be easy for someone to take advantage of her… But if this strange girl were the daughter of heroes, surely she’d be safe with her? And she seemed so open and honest, it was hard not to immediately trust her. Nova smiled tentatively.

“Well… Okay. I guess. I don’t have anything worth stealing, though. Just so you know.”

Devana giggled and clapped her hand on Nova’s shoulder.

“Come one, I’ll show you the room and then we can come back and get some food in you. You look exhausted.”

“Thanks,” Nova said dryly. Devana grinned.

The two went up the stairs and Devana led Nova to one of the doors lining the hallway. She opened it to a cramped room with one halfling sized double bed, a small table with chairs, and a dresser.

“Seven siblings,” Devana said, stepping in. “So I don’t mind sharing tight quarters, if you don’t!”

“Seven?” Nova repeated, her eyes wide as she followed Devana.

“Yep!” Then she shrugged a little guiltily, as if she were perhaps prone to exaggeration. “Well, five, really. One of them is older and I didn’t live with him. And another one died.”

Nova winced.

“I’m sorry,” she said out of reflex.

Devana smiled, but this one seemed forced to Nova.

“It was a long time ago. I was little. Do you have any siblings?”

“Um…” Nova shifted uncomfortably, slipping her pack off her shoulder and onto the bed. “No. I don’t think so.”

“Oooo!” Devana said, hopping onto the bed and sitting cross legged. She patted the bed beside her. “That sounds complicated! I love complicated! We’re kindred spirits, I can just tell. I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours!”

Nova awkwardly sat down on the edge of the bed, picking at the side of her thumb.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t even know you. It’s kinda personal…”

Devana made a “pffftt” sound and waved her hand.

“Nothing’s personal between besties!”

“We’re…” Nova was baffled by this girl, but she chuckled in spite of herself. “We’re not besties!”

Devana grinned at Nova’s laugh and bounced a little.

“But we’re gonna be! I can just telllll!” she said in a singsong voice. “Okay, I’ll go first if you really want.”

Nova bit back a smile and shrugged. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little curious to know Devana’s story.

Devana straightened up and nodded.

“Okay, well, you obviously know of my parents, Wren and Devlin Goodfellow. Everyone knows them.”

She stretched out and flopped onto her back.

“But Wren’s not actually my mom, which a lot of people don’t know. The woman who gave birth to me was named Lily Swiftheart, which is ironic because she didn’t have any heart at all.”

Nova’s eyebrows raised and she cocked her head. Devana glanced over at her and gave her a wry smile.

“My dad got together with Lily when he and my mom were broken up. Then Lily betrayed him and almost killed him. My mom hunted her down and almost killed her, but Lily said she was pregnant, so my mom couldn’t kill her, lucky for me!”

“She was going to kill her?” Nova said, unconsciously scooting a little closer to Devana.

Devana wrinkled her nose.

“Yeah, Mom’s a little… She can be real serious when someone hurts someone she loves. You shoulda seen her with my first boyfriend broke up with me. It was all my dad could do to keep her from going after him.” She cleared her throat, like she was little embarrassed for Wren. “She’s been through a lot. Anyway! Lily went to prison, and when I was born, I went straight to live with my dad and Wren. She’s been my mom ever since!”

“Have you ever met your mom?” Nova asked, drawing one leg up to rest her chin on. She was so curious, and to learn that Devana also hadn’t been raised by her real mother made her have an instant affinity for her.

Devana gave her a wry smile.

“Of course I’ve met my mom, she raised me! But if you mean Lily?” She sighed and shrugged. “Yeah, I got curious when I was a teenager. They took me to see her, though my dad really didn’t want to. I think it was Wren who actually set it all up. She didn’t want me to have to meet Lily in a dungeon. She was trying to make it a good experience for me, and hoping the best from Lily, I think. So we met, with armed guards, at a little park. She’d made, like, a little knife thing, though?” Devana sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “She tried to use me as a hostage to secure her release. She even cut me on the neck a little.”

“By the Seven!” Nova cried, looking horrified.

Devana burst out laughing, looking over at Nova.

“My dad says that!” She shook her head. “But, yeah, it’s appropriate here. It really wasn’t what any of us were hoping for, that’s for sure. She said a lot of terrible stuff about my mom and dad, too, so I haven’t tried to see her again. She’s evil.”

“Gods, I’m so sorry,” Nova said, and found herself instinctively reaching toward Devana. “That’s awful.”

“It’s really not!” Devana chirped. “Like I said, Wren’s been the best mom. I never feel like I’m missing out.”

Nova swallowed her wince.

“You said you had an older brother? Is he Wren’s son?”

Devana shook her head. “Nope, Lily’s. His name’s Sam and he’s really cool, but he’s had it really rough. Lily was an awful mom to him, and hired another mercenary to basically to raise him, stepping in sometimes to, like, abuse him? I don’t really know, he doesn’t talk about it. Lily’s really terrible and messed with him a lot. But he and I keep in touch and he’s pretty shiny! That’s actually where I’m going in a few days! To meet him. In Avelry.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Nova said, feeling weirdly disappointed that she wouldn’t have much time to get to know her.

Devana nodded and rolled onto her side to look at Nova.

“Don’t tell my dad, though. He would not be happy. I’m just supposed to be here talking trade for Taber’s Run. They’re trying to teach me the meaning of hard work, I guess. They won’t even let me use magic to get around! I have to ride everywhere!”

Nova looked at her blankly. She had to walk everywhere.

Devana nervously cleared her throat.

“So, yeah, I have a lot of siblings, like I was saying! There was Garlan, my baby brother. He came when I was four, but…” Devana winced and for the first time, Nova saw her happy-go-lucky appearance slip slightly, and even though she was obviously in pain, it comforted Nova a little to see there was more to her beneath the surface.

“He died even more he got born,” Devana said. “‘Complications’ is what the midwife said. He started coming too early.” A little harsh laugh burst from her. “I guess I don’t actually love ‘complicated’. Not in this case, anyway.”

In the next moment, she had brightened and was smiling again.

“But then came Fisher! My parents were real upset about Garlan, obviously, and I guess they had lost a baby even before I was born, which was why they had broken up? Or something.” She scrunched her nose up, cocking her head. “They don’t like to talk about it. Anyway! So, they didn’t have Fisher until I was like… Eleven, but then they just kept having babies!” Devana giggled. “I loved it actually. I always wanted to be a big sister. There’s Fisher, Elora, Gillian, Dawn, and Pippin. In that order!”

“That’s so many kids!” Nova said.

Devana laughed and nodded.

“Well, Pippin was a surprise! He was just born last year!”

Nova sat back, shaking her head.

“Wow. That’s... intense.”

Devana grinned and sat up.

“Your turn, your turn! C’mon, Nova! It’ll be bonding! Share with meeee! I shared alllll that with you and now you don’t wanna tell me anything about you?!” She stuck out her lower lip.

Nova had to look away, trying not to smile. There was definitely something about Devana that made her seem trustworthy, and she really seemed genuinely interested in Nova.

“Uh, well, I was adopted,” Nova explained. “So I don’t know my real parents.”

“Oh, no way!! We’re both adopted?! Well, I’m only half adopted, I guess. Sorry, keep going. Oh, where are you from?” Devana asked, resting her chin in her hands.

“The Rillands,” Nova said, relaxing a bit. “My mother, she gave me to an innkeeper, to find me a family. Then she disappeared. So I was handed off to a couple to raise, but well, it was right after the war, and all that was happening with the orcs. They didn’t hardly ever come down so far, but you know they were expanding before the Gor’akai battle… and we were Northern Rillands and… Well. I only lived with my adoptive parents about a year before the orcs came. Destroyed it all and killed nearly everyone. Grandmother Hollytoe, my adoptive dad’s mom, just barely managed to grab me and escape. We fled as far south in the Rillands as we could, ended up in Lowhill, and that’s where she raised me.” She cleared her throat. “So, no. No siblings.”

Devana’s eyes were wide as she stared in wonder at Nova.

“Whooooa,” Devana said. “That’s so wild! Exciting!”

“I mean, I don’t remember any of it. And… Yondalla rest her, but life with Grandma Hollytoe was kinda boring. And she didn’t let me…”

Nova quickly snapped her mouth shut, but Devana’s curiosity was already piqued.

“Wouldn’t let you…?”

“Um, do anything,” Nova said, but she was not a good liar, and Devana, though Nova didn’t know it, was very good at reading people.

“Mhmmmm,” Devana said skeptically. “Well. Thanks for sharing! See, what did I tell you?” She beamed. “Best friends already! Why don’t we go get some food, huh? I had like two ciders on an empty stomach!” She shrugged guiltily again. “Well, nearly empty, anyway.”

#dungeons and dragons #dnd stories #au stories #flutter au #devana au #hmm what do i call this #just flutter au? or nova au? #since it's like a combo.... #HMMMMM #birdywrites

[cream-and-tea]

ALL FALL DOWN. a wip by Créme

Genre. NA, superhero, lgbtq+

Pov. first person present tense, alternating POV

Content Warnings. depictions and/or discussion of: anxiety, depression, ptsd and severe burnout. emotional, mental and physical abuse. unethical human experiments. domestic terroism and gang violence. suicidal ideation. a concerning amount of trains.

Summary.

Tatum and Umbra know exactly where they stand.

Hero and villain. Good and evil. One to chase the other in their endless roundabout for as long as they last. It's what expected of them after all, and that's perfectly fine. Really it is.

But when a series of deadly attacks shatter the already chaotic world of New Victorias heroes and villians and a team of kids is formed on a death wish the lines between good and evil are blurred, and everything the two rivals think they know about themselves– and each other– is called into question.

The world is unraveling, to be honest so are they. And when everything is crumbling around them how are a bunch of teenagers supposed to do anything before it

All

Falls

Down.

Themes/Tropes. enemies to begrudging allies in a time of crisis to *insert screaming here* to lovers| what makes someone a hero| what makes someone a villain| Found Fucking Family| redemption| heroes who choose to save the world| the dangers of obsessive hate and revenge| moving on and letting go| healing from trauma| the responsibility of fixing the world's problems being forced onto kids and teenagers by adults| complex platonic relationships| Loving Despite It All(tm)

Alternative Titles.

— Worlds Dumbest Gays Try (key word TRY) To Save The World

— They All Have Superpowers But Really Shouldn't

— Please Please For The Love Of God Just Talk About Your Feelings For Once PleASE

— stOP SENDING TEENAGERS WITH UNHEALTHY COPING MECHANISMS TO SOLVE YOUR PROBLEMS FOR YOU IM BEGGING–

Taglist {ask if you want to be added/removed}. @birdywrites @bronteandbrimstone @bigboldgold @pimclementine @dragonwritesthings @cricketbooks @lysander-xp @semblanche @mo-is-writing @definitelynotclayface

Character intros coming soon!

#Here! It! Is! #*throws this at you* here! It! Is! #Wip: All Fall Down #Ch: Umbra #Ch: Tatum #Wip intro #Wip introduction #Writeblr #Writing #All Fall Down Intro #Iamwriting #Oc #Original characters #Superhero #Superhero fiction

[themidnxghtwriter]

writblr intro

hii! i’ve been lurking around writblr for a little while now, so i figured it was about time i made an official intro post.

my name (pen name lol) is madhur (they/them) and i live in india. i love to read, which i guess is probably a given if i’m a writer. and i love art, i’ve gotten really into making soft pastel portraits while being trapped in quarantine.

i’ve been writing for kinda as long as i can remember, although i only recently thought of taking it seriously.

i write a little bit of everything really i guess, but i enjoy writing contemporary fiction, fantasy and i’ve recently gotten into horror. i’m mostly going to be posting poetry and short stories on here. if you want you can read one here but i do have a couple bigger projects on the works.

i’m tagging a couple writblrs i admire (they’re all amazing btw go check them out!!) i hope that’s okay:

@aelenko @alicewestwater @ardawyn @guulabjamuns @birdywrites @humour-and-hyperfocus @howdy-writes @themillionthdraft

#writblr intro #introduction #writeblr introduction #writeblr community #writeblr intro #reblogs are appreciated!!

[rataltouille]

HEADS UP 7 UP TAG #3

tagged by @noteaboy @crystallized-ink @howdy-writes and @pimclementine [sorry it took me so long to get you but thank you for the tag!!]

Our house was a slump of cement when the rains came around: the plumbing would crackle and fizz as if thunder had built camp there, the soft paint would be mossed and smothered with mud, and the ivy that curled on the rooftops, like barbed wire, would wither in stagnant water and die in clumps. You could stand under the rooftops and catch a few of the rotting vines if you were unlucky enough— the chlorophyll already sucked out, and the residue a corpse of dark green— and the decay would ruin your porch as much as it ruined your day. Every house was plagued with unhealth and the air was dirty and sediment in your lungs. Laceflies stuck to windows and shed their wings. Everyone was sick from the cold or sick of the weather and wished to sleep forever.

not @ me overcompensating for everything with huge blocks of setting description lmao. tagging @coffeeandcalligraphy @aelenko @sophiewritingstuff @chloeswords @shaelinwrites @andiwriteunderthemoon @wordsbynathan @harehearts @ahowlinwolf @birdywrites @breadcrumbs @overlap @thegreyboywrites @skyfirewrites @zambayo @my-liminal-spaces @themidnxghtwriter @radiomacbeth [only if you want to do it!!]

#my one-size-fits-all solution to everything #is indulging in excessively descriptive prose #i think that’s fairly obvious by now #tag game #house plants

[drop-cherries]

Old Aches

Retired!Ghost x Reader

Summary: an old wound of Simon's acts up, and you cuddle

Cw: ghosty in pain, comfort, cuddling, babygirl ghost

A/n: im still under the weather and feel very ill, but wanted to get a little drabble out, hope everyone is well, requests are open, be safe, XOXO birdy ♡

You're in the kitchen making waffles for breakfast. The kirchen smells of waffles, syrup and fresh fruit. The stove sizzling. You hear footsteps coming from down the hall to your shared bedroom with Simon. He steps into the kitchen and you look ver your shoulder, he stands in the entry way in low hanging grey sweats and no shirt.

You notice a prominent limp as he walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You're wearing his shirt and sleep shorts. He hums into your neck breathing you in, the breath on your neck tickles so you let out a little giggle leaning into him.

"You're limping," You point out, turning towards him. Still wrapped into his arms.

He hums, "the nerves are acting up." He states in a grumble. You move him to sit in a chair next to the kitchen island.

"Stay here ill bring food," Simon tries to protest but you give him the look and he pulls back, you leave a kiss on his head and walk back to bring the food out.

After eating you pull Simon to the couch and tell him to sit down. You fo get his pain and nerve medication and make him take them despite protests on his end.

"Come 'er luvie," Simon says making the most adorable grabby hands, your heart melts. You walk over to him and he pulls you down with a puff of air. Holding you against him as you melt into him, he breaths in your scent, like he can never get enough of you.

You pull away a little to look at him properly, and the pure adoration in his eyes makes your heart leap, and start racing. You burry your head into his chest getting shy, his chest shakes with a chuckle.

"No matter how long we've been together you still get shy," He's laughing even more now. You shush him. With a swat to his chest. His chuckles die down and he pulls you impossibly close and whispers to you.

"I love you, as i always will, thank you."

#birdywrites #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon “ghost” riley #ghost cod

[cult0fdionysus]

Outside the party.

Ghost x Reader

Word count: 682

CW: drinking, smoking, talks of death, stab wounds, angst, hurt/comfort, my writing, lmk if i missed any!!

A/n: This is my first one shot, so any feedback is welcome, and i hope this makes sense. Requests are open!!

The music fades out into the hall as you meet the floor pulling your legs up to your chest, the bottle of whiskey you brought discarded to your side.

You just got home from a mission, one that set the whole team off kilter. Soap had the idea to throw a little party as a celebration of not dying out in the field. you thought this was morbid. But if it cheered Soap up you were all for it.

This particular mission left you feeling numb, a sort of feeling you are used to after a mission but this time it scared you a little. It has never felt this intense before. During the operation you were caught in a fight with two men, the incident left you with two stab wounds. As you think about it now a nauseous feeling boils in your stomach, and a tinge of pain ripples from the wounds on your thigh and shoulder.

Picking up the whiskey you throw back a swig, the amber liquid invites a delicious burn as it goes down your throat. The door to the common room where the little party is creaks open, at the sound of the heavy footsteps you don't other to turn and look who it is, as you already know.

"What are you doing out here?" The gruff voice of your Lieutenant drifts over. He walks over and joins you on the ground. You finally look over at him, he's still wearing the black balaclava but without the skull mask on it.

"The party was getting loud, so I came out here. For quiet," You pause then add "Now i'm just thinking."

"Thinking of what?" Ghost asks. Anyone else would find it odd he is actually interested in what you are feeling or thinking about, but for some reason there has always been this little bond you and ghost share. Something you've always fantasized about being more.

"How I almost died, can't get that moment out of my head." You state as you stare blankly to the wall in front of you. Your throat gets caught up and your eyes start to water.

"I was so scared...I'm still so scared." You say a stray tear falling down your face.

Ghost reaches over as he hums in acknowledgement and wipes the tear from your face with his glove clad hand. "I understand," He says in just above a whisper.

You turn to look at him, the tears coming more and more. Your voice wavers, and ghost can barely hear you over the thrum of music in the next room as you say, "I don't want to die."

His heart shatters and in that moment he almost breaks, he vows to himself that no matter what he will protect you from the things that scare you no matter what.

"Oh love," He whispers as he moves the bottle of whiskey to the side and pulls you into his arms. The dam breaks and sobs shake through you as he holds you, the louder the sobs the tighter he hold. As if he is trying to keep you from shattering completely. "I'm here, i'll always be here."

In that moment he realizes that he loves you, all those times he denied having those feeling, all those times he's cared for you more than the other with the excuse he is your superior fades away.

He picks you up leaving the alcohol on the ground and carries you to your room.

"Can i get you into some more comfortable clothes?" he asks after he sets you down on your bed. You nod, and he grabs some sweat pants and a tank top.

After you change he pulls off his mask and pulls you into his arms, whispering a "is this okay?" You nod into his chest as his arms tighten around you.

You've never felt so safe before, like nothing bad can happen when your in his arms. As you drift off into a peaceful sleep he leaves a soft kiss on your head as he too lulls to sleep.

#ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon “ghost” riley #birdywrites

[magic-is-something-we-create]

Firebreathers Faux-TTRPG: Jock Deck

Here it is! The first third of that big illustration project I started a little while ago!

The main concept for this project is, essentially, D&D-style character cards, where each character has 2 special abilities based on their actual in-universe skills. Of course, these abilities had to be reworded into dice rolling terms, and I’m not about to go ridiculously in-depth on this “homebrew”, so I’m ignoring game balancing :)

Also: I feel the need to clarify, because my brother was confused, that I am NOT making an actual game, I’m just riffing on D&D mechanics and my own experience with homebrewing stuff in the past!

Image transcripts will come out with the single-card posts, down the line!

Firebreathers Taglist (ask to be +/-):

@salamander-time ; @percvalx ; @wildswrites ; @nothingisliteral ; @adaparkwrites ; @charles-joseph-writes ; @phiwrites ; @catandwitch ; @birdywrites ; @frvnwrites ; @linariouswrites ; @violetcancerian ; @funky-little-dude ; @writeblrfantasy ; @silas-the-reading-addict

#artists on tumblr #writeblr #original character #dungeons and dragons #fantasy #the next one of these should be out in a few days :) #my art #ember #gabbro #lachia #autumn #obsidian #quartz

[kryskakikomi]

happy storyteller saturday from @birdywrites! is there some kind of story you'd like to write someday, but you're not sure you're ready for? if so, what is it?

happy sts + ty for the ask @birdywrites! :D

hmm I don’t know actually. best shot of an answer I’ve got is to reboot Cyrulias (my abandoned elemental fantasy WIP I wrote when 11). Only problem holding me back is that I suck major ass at worldbuilding from the ground up, even with irl inspo.

all I’ve got so far is the idea that the protag isn’t a giant edgelord anymore :/

#birdywrites #sts #storyteller saturday #kry answers

[augustawren]

Change is Good

Characters: Aurora, Lydia, Josie, June Universe: Canon, a year after Wren was rescued from the factory

“Gods, I need to get fucked!” Aurora said, leaning back in her chair and groaning. “A proper fuck. Not these old men slobbering all over me. They come in my hand more times than not. Not that I’d prefer them inside me.” She shuddered.

“I’m sure it wouldn’t be hard for you to find someone, Rori,” Josie said as she ran a brush through Lydia’s hair. Lydia had only joined the Guild a year before, only a few months before they’d gained another, very small, member. “You have such beautiful hair, Lyddie,” she added softly.

“Thanks,” Lydia said, looking away to hide how her brown cheeks darkened with a flush.

“But who around here is even worth fucking?” Aurora sighed.

“Well,” Josie said, starting to think. She pulled Lydia’s hair around to the side facing Aurora, so she could trail her fingers down Lydia’s bare neck on the other side without being noticed. “There are lots of handsome men, aren’t there? Leon’s not back to look at.”

Lydia nodded. “That he’s not.”

Aurora snorted and rolled her eyes.

“Or… what about Clayton?” Josie asked.

“Old! And with those ugly scars?” Aurora wrinkled her nose.

“He’s not that old, and don’t you think he’s kinda got that rugged thing going for him?” Josie shrugged.

Aurora clucked her tongue.

“Alright, well, there’s Damien,” Josie went on.

Aurora made a little disgusted noise.

“Yes, but he’s…” she trailed off, her eyes flicking to Lydia.

Lydia looked up at her, cocking an eyebrow.

“He’s what?” she prompted.

Aurora shrugged.

“Not my type.”

Josie narrowed her eyes.

“Mhmmmmmm.” She knew very well it had everything to do with Damien’s dark skin, though Aurora would never admit it. “Well, I can’t list every man in the Guild, Rori.” Still, she looked up, her tongue between her teeth as she started ticking off names. “But for cute ones we’ve got: Nicolas, Kaxen, Edmont, Quintin, oh and, um, oh, what is his name?” She closed her eyes and snapped her fingers a few times before remembering. “Higg! And then Feli--”

“Alright, Josephine!” Aurora snapped. She waved her hand. “But no. They’re all so low class.”

“Ohhhh,” Josie said, understanding. “What you really meant was, you need to get fucked by Thrush.”

Aurora sighed, her crossed leg tapping at the air.

“He’s just being stubborn.”

“I don’t think that’s it,” Josie said.

“Of course it is.” Aurora glared at her.

June bustled into the common room then, starting to tidy up; fluffing pillows, putting away books, collecting cups of tea or mugs of unfinished ale.

“Hi, Mama,” Josie said.

June gave her a warm smile.

“Hello, love. What are you girls doing lounging about, then?”

“I’m doing Lyddie’s hair and Rori is complaining about Thrush.”

“I’m not complaining about him,” Aurora huffed.

“Well she’s mad he won’t fuck her anymore.”

June nodded slowly, putting the cups and mugs on a tray.

“The elf is changing, I’ll give you that,” she said.

“But why?” Aurora asked, picking at something under a fingernail.

June sighed and stood straight, resting the tray against her hip.

“He’s got different responsibilities, now. He’s got something to focus on. A reason to step up. Set an example. He has more important things on than sleeping with every pretty thing that crosses his path.”

“He’s not the mutt’s father,” Aurora said, her lip curling. “He doesn’t need to change his entire life for her.”

June tutted, frowning at Aurora.

“Change ain’t always bad. I expect an elf would welcome it now and then. He’s growing, Aurora. As a person. You should try it.”

Aurora’s eyes narrowed and she flicked her gaze to June’s waist.

“You’re doing enough growing for the both of us, I think, June.”

“Aurora!” Lydia cried.

June pursed her lips and hefted the tray up.

“Good day, girls,” she said, and left the room.

“What the hell, Rori?” Josie said.

The half-elf just shrugged, looking smug.

“Well, it’s the truth.”

#thieves guild #dnd stories #character stories #birdywrites

[yanittawrites]

100 follower celebration!!🥝

thank you thank you thank you thank you for 100 followers! Honestly, I’ve been here for only a month, and the writeblr community has been so friendly and amazing! I love everyone of you and thank you for supporting my writing!

Sorry for the lack of content at the moment...I’m in a writing slump, but I hope this 100-follower celebration can create more interesting content for all of you!

But first, I have to thank a lot of you<3

Thank you @sundaynightnovels for being the first writeblr I’ve actually talked to! Ahhhhh I love how we talked about the horrible weather, a bit about movies and our wips! I hope we get to talk more often hahahah...Thank you for reblogging my posts and asking really interesting questions about my wip...(some answers i figured out on the spot>_<) And thanks for tagging me in tag games! <3

Thanks @birdywrites for being the...second? writeblr I talked to! (sorry I did not reply...this is not a good excuse but I’m a socially awkward gal so i did not know what to answer hahah)...ok I love how we talked about how we need braincell transplants and when you told me about your amazing wips!! ahhhhh can’t wait to talk more!

Thank you @august-iswriting for being the first person I added to a taglist! (cacophonous screams in d minor), and thank you for being the first person who reblogged my first attempt in trying to write poetry haahah...Maybe we could talk sometime! I love your poetry as well, such an inspiration! >_<

Thanks @oddsandinks for loving my wip, @raevenlywrites and @adie-dee for asking good questions and @mshelleys for letting me be a part of #murdereddarlings!

Now to the celebration!

I don’t remember where I found the inspiration for this, but if it’s you...please tell me, i’ll give credit <3

Rules: send me these emojis, and i’ll do what each one says! you can send me more than one. sorry if i take a long time to answer because i have homework and things to do, but i appreciate everyone of them! <3

🍉 write a brief description of your character, and i’ll tell you which of my ocs they’re romantically compatible with (tell me if they’re ace!) and who is their best friend!

🍇 send me a prompt/sentence/dialogue snippet/quote/interesting word and i’ll write a short piece of prose or poetry about it!

🍓 send me a theory/assumption/headcanon about a character of mine, and i’ll tell you if it’s true!

🍆 send me your ships from either my wip or (the shadowhunter chronicles, harry potter, percy jackson) and i’ll tell you my opinion about them!

🍎 send me one fun fact about you and i’ll send you a private message! let’s be friends! <3 (i really encourage you to do this hahah...let’s not be lonely)

🍌 send me a short description of your world or something you find interesting about your wip, and i’ll tell you what part of my wip is connected to yours!

#100followers #writeblr #writing #thank you #writer #writers on tumblr #creative writing #short story #poetry #writing inspiration #writing update #i’m socially awkward but i still wanna make friends! #writers of tumblr #horror #fantasy #urban fantasy #novel #my novel #books #ask meme #murdereddarlings

[leafblogger]

august 1st by j.b.g. / photo by j.b.g. (transcription, photo ID under the cut)

taglist (send an ask/dm me to be +/-): @a-paper-crane @tobeatragedy @elliewritesstories @dissappropriation @birdywrites @deathbyworm

ID: The sky after a storm. The sun is breaking through the grey clouds. There are powerlines and the silhouette of trees on the bottom. It’s foggy and the sun is going down, so the light is colored pink, purple, and blue. A see-through white block is overlaid on top with the following text which is colored purple:

Transcription: 

AUGUST 1ST

I grew into all the wrong places, 

all sharp-boned and air pockets.

 I’m shrapnel in a soft-skinned body. 

I’m elbows and ribs. I’m awkward standing here alone. 

It’s too early and too late and 

at this point I’ve resigned to the dark.

 I turned in my letter; 

I blew out the match. 

There’s no spark. 

Stop looking, it’s futile.  

There are fluorescent lights in my kitchen 

and they shine down on the cereal boxes,

on the day-old bananas, 

on the dirty sink. It’s the holy 

glow, ghostly glow, greenish on your cheekbones 

in the morning

in the night. It’s the unearthly alien glare 

reflecting off the inside of your eyelids 

reflecting off the dark 

behind the wiring in your skull.  

I hid it back there, 

a place I knew you would never look. 

The spark grew and grew and

now I’ve got a fire 

(which should be a dead give-away), 

but you never look, and anyway, the smoke’s covering up the dark, now, too. 

You can’t even tell. I knew 

you wouldn’t. 

I’m still all wrong. I can feel 

where I hid it all—the pain tucked 

behind my ribs, under my sternum. 

A little pocket of red-hot. 

There’s a sun reflecting off a lake 

reflecting the mountains back towards the sun,

 surrounded by trees and lupine. I go there sometimes. 

It’s hidden in the flat part 

of my skull, and I put it there before

the dark could ever get to it. 

It’s safe now. 

I don’t have to be alone. I know that. 

Do you know that? Would you let me know that? 

Could you trust me to make my own decisions for once? 

At least the ceilings aren’t tiled at home. 

Maybe that’s not such a good thing,

now that I think about it. Maybe 

I want it to be hard. Maybe it’s okay 

if it’s harder than I thought, if I’m not alone. 

If I’ve got you smiling with me.

End ID

#my writing #poetry #august 1st #hey folks i wrote this last night! #idk how i feel about it #but i'm proud of the visual #it's basically my headspace rn #(going back to school/growing up/rebelling/mental health) #sleepyfam #poetblr #writeblr

[bigboldgold]

(sorry if the photos look silly & you might need to click it or something, idk how to do this)

comic sans intro because this was really fun, actually. idk what else to say but that this actually helped me worldbuild, please enjoy, it’s cute.

Taglist, ask if interested- @crystallized-ink, @kure-writes, @aelenko, @birdywrites, @oasis-of-you

#idk what else to say #writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #wip #wip intro #comic sans intro #wip: tested #bigboldgold