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nogenderbee · 1 year

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Could I request Zhongli, Ayato, Al-Haitham and Kaveh with an artist reader who loves drawing them and filling up sketchbooks with artwork of them?

Absolutely! Honestly I absolutely love the idea, like it's just so so cute!! So I really hope you enjoy this just as much as I did enjoy writing it <3

Zhongli, Ayato, Alhaitham, Kaveh with artist!reader who sketches them

TagList: @bleachtheidiot - come get your people!

⊱ Zhongli definitely saw that your eyes sometimes wander between him and your sketchbook whenever he tells you a story

⊱ so he had 2 ideas why that might be: either you're drawing his story or him, and no matter which one it actually is, he doesn't mind

⊱ he'll wait patiently for you to show it to him, although if pretty much time passed for his liking, he'll gently being up the topic

⊱ if you decide to not show him, he'll completely understand it and wait for the right moment or accept it as it is

⊱ if you do tho, he won't even think for a second about giving you any criticism, he'll just feel his heart melt as the sight of your sketchbook filled with him

"That's such a sweet act of yours, my love. I'm really overjoyed that you love me so much that you made this sketchbook just for me."

⊱ he'll also definitely buy you a new sketchbook! ... Just not necessarily with his own money...

⊱ be ready that he'll tell many people what he discovered that day but if you tell him not to, he'll simply cover your name

⊱ although if you don't mind, he'll be happy to say publicly how amazing his partner is

⊱ Ayato never bothered in asking you about your sketches since he thought of it as a private matter

⊱ he quickly figured out that it was him you were drawing, it wasn't hard since your eyes often wandered between sketchbook and him, so it'd be hard to not notice actually...

⊱ if he's busy and he sees that you're sketching something, he won't ask you about it since he wants to just focus on his work

⊱ if he's don't busy tho, he'll ask you straight but still respectfully if he could see what you're sketching

⊱ if you decline, he'll smile understandingly before changing the topic onto something else

⊱ if you decide to show him tho, he'll smile in happiness as he looks through the pages

⊱ be ready for him to spoil you in compliments and presents because that's what he gonna do for the rest of this day and maybe even more

"My dear... I'm so glad you let me see it. It's an really adorable thing of you to do. Why don't we get ourselves some boba and walk around the city?"

⊱ he won't tell much people about it but he will, probably just his sister and maybe Thoma as well

⊱ Alhaitham immediately noticed and realized that you're sketching him, I mean... it would be difficult to NOT notice since you're looking between him and your sketchbook all the time

⊱ unlike the ones above, he first smirks at you before asking what you're doing as if he didn't knew already

⊱ he'll try to have a look at your sketchbook by himself at first byt if you move it away from him, he won't pressure you to show him

⊱ if you let him have a look tho, he's actually so gentle with you, complimenting you all he can

"That's so sweet of you to draw me... I really appreciate it, thank you. Would it be possible for me to have one tiny sketch for myself?"

⊱ he will do his best to not tell anyone about your little admiration for him, even if you tell him it's alright

⊱ although it accidentally spills when 3 boys starts teasing him that he's not very liked, he brings up that you actually admire him

⊱ so if you happen to be nearby while or shortly after their talk, be ready for small teasing or questions

⊱ although don't worry, they like you more then they like him so you can easily get away with it

⊱ Kaveh is probably the slowest one to realize that you're sketching him from them all, even if your eyes clearly wander between him and your sketchbook

⊱ so whenever you sketch something, he's right over your shoulder trying to peek

⊱ if you hide your sketchbook from him tho, he'll ask you to show him this in teasing tone bur will eventually give up after longer time

⊱ if you show him, he'll be overjoyed barely holding himself from crying in happiness

⊱ so you can be sure you'll receive a lot of affection and compliments after he sees your sketches of him

"Oh my, that's so sweet of you! You're literally so amazing!! Can I keep one sketch for myself? I promise I'll keep it safe!"

⊱ next time someone enters his room, they can see sketch of him drew by his love hanging next to his bed

⊱ he'll immediately tell everyone he knows about how amazing you are

⊱ although if you clearly tell him not to, he'll try to hold back but his roommate will know about it either way...

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kkydult · 17 days

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— Lights out

non idol!minghao x introvert!gn!reader - fluff + mischief(?) - 1.5k

a/n. i haven’t written in a while, i hope you enjoy this im pretty much done with school so i might be active again soon !!

“You can’t be serious right now — you brought me here” you whine at your friend, one of your closest friends at that, she had this big plan on taking you out to actually live life after being down for months over nothing and now…

“I’ll make up for it. Please, just go try talk to people, they’re my friends you’ll get along well… I’m so sorry” she pushes you gently with soft shoulder pats towards the entrance of the building where the main event was taking place, you turn back to her with a frown. It really seems pointless if she’s not there, you don’t even want to talk to people.

She gives you an apologetic smile paired with a gentle wave and there she goes waving her hand on the main street for a taxi abandoning you finally. You decide to suck it up for at least half an hour, she can’t really get mad at that considering she abandoned you.

The soirée is of course on the rooftop so you’re in the elevator for 3 minutes at least before you get there, 30 mins will fly by. Naturally you find yourself by the bar while everyone else has a place in the crowd, dancing, chatting, it all seems fun but you’re out of your comfort zone, the alcohol should help but you’ll be out before it hits.

Minutes passed nothing changed, a few drunk guys tried to make conversation after noticing your “loneliness” but they quickly realized you were alone for a reason. As soon as you get up you stumble on your feet, bumping into a new stranger, the surprised look on his face as he holds your arms to help you up makes you actually want to talk, but the daydream is swiftly caught off by someone else, a girl this time and she’s not too pleased with your clumsiness. Being light headed is a curse.

“Get your hands off him” she snatches your arm away from his grip, the look she gives you confuses you so much considering you did nothing in the situation, you’re just about to apologize and call it a day only for her to snap at you once again, “You’re so embarrassing being all over him like that” before you can defend yourself she walks away dragging him along with her, your eyes meet his and an amused smile creeps on his lips, you scoff in disbelief and return your focus on getting out of there.

Only reason you had to get up the next morning after such an exhausting night was for your regular art class and while you could easily cancel, you needed it to stop your chronic bed rotting. You get there a few minutes before the class starts and watch as the room fills up gradually. Your eyes linger on one person in particular, he looked familiar but you couldn’t place it at first until he catches you staring and gives you that smile again, your eyes shift back to your canvas and you’re rethinking getting up this morning.

The class is like background noise and your eyes are completely fixed to your canvas till the assignment starts. Something is telling you you’re overreacting because you’ve never seen him before this and now after that incident he’s all of a sudden your classmate and the worst part is he’s directly in front of you, he can probably tell you’re hiding behind your canvas. You finally focus on the task at hand, glancing at the model and analyzing in shape before replicating the movement on your page, the urge to look up at him is literally the only thing that’s constant in your mind so you take a peek between strokes. First glance, he’s not looking at the model, second glance, he’s literally looking at you, third glance, why the hell is he staring at you?

He’s making this harder than it should be, he should focus on drawing. It’s making it hard for you to concentrate and it wasn’t easy in the first place, you look up in his direction again just to be sure, this time he’s not looking but his gaze shifts like he could feel yours and for some reason you don’t look away, he tilts his head slightly with a soft smile as to ask why you’re staring and it snaps you right back. Now you’re trying to distract yourself with the drawing but it’s barely effective when you’re basically under the spotlight, you can feel the heat spreading all over your face.

Once the class is over you debate on confronting him or just leaving and never turning back of course you choose the latter but it’s never that easy, you’re about to step out right when your professor reminds you it’s your turn to clear up the class and obviously you’re paired with him, Minghao. The class gets empty quickly and now you’re alone together and it feels so awkward, you feel obliged to say something dumb.

“Were you staring at me?” you ask completely avoiding his face as you arrange the materials into their respective cupboards, your head jolted in his direction when you hear him snicker as if you were joking, he looks at you with that smile still plastered on his face enjoying every moment of this exchange.

“Why would I be staring at you?”

“You tell me, I literally saw you” his smile grows and for some reason it makes you nervous like your stomach is acting weird, he’s making this feel so weird to you cause why would he be staring at you? he’s literally across the room but it feels like he’s pulling you in with his remarks,

“oh you saw me?” you can only muster out a hum in response with a slight nod, why do you feel so little? he sighs finally grabbing his coat from the hanger, “You were just in my view, don’t worry” and just like that he’s gone leaving you there with a wink and a stupid statement, whatever you were gonna change classes anyway.

Makes absolute sense that the only time you’re thinking nonstop about a guy is when he literally made fun of you in your face multiple times. It’s probably been two weeks since you saw him last and his face, his voice, his stupid smile have been on heavy rotation in your mind daily, it’s especially annoying considering you have no interest in seeing him again, it was too embarrassing for you last time it would only be worse. You’ll get over it he’s just a hot guy.

“WHAT A GUY?!” you turn over and there she is, you don’t even know how she got into your house but she’s gonna make this a big deal,

“Please no.. I don’t want to think about it” she pouts for literally a second then gives you the most demonic smile ever, “I have the perfect solution, actually that’s why i’m here. To make up for last time. Yay!” she drops her bag that’s probably filled with dresses and makeup on the floor and drags you off your comfort zone.

Just like that you’re back at 2 weeks ago at the front door of a nice apartment only this time you won’t be going in alone, she’s holding on tightly to your arm you can tell she’s excited as you make your way in. As you walk through the crowd you realize she quite literally knows every one and so every corner is a new conversation, it almost starts getting repetitive.

“Haoo! Oh wow I didn’t expect to see you here” You look up to greet this new friend and it’s him, you almost say it out loud out of shock. As soon as your eyes meet you feel a jolt across your heart it feels so silly to be so weak just from a man’s gaze and yet. He wasn’t just looking at you he was taking in every detail of your face.

He turns back his gaze to your friend, greeting her back with a soft kiss on her hand right before bringing his attention back to you, a soft smile on his lips as you let him take your hand to place a kiss upon. His gaze lifts up at you and that smile resurfaces forcing you to divert your gaze.

“Are you still embarrassed?” he asks softly keeping his eyes on yours, his eyebrow raising slightly. You turn over to your friend and she’s already gone to continue greeting others, you sigh before looking back at him and he breathes out a soft laughter letting his smile linger as his eyes travel down to your lips,

“Okay i’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d leave really. I was just teasing” you feel even more embarrassed from that, you really thought you wouldn’t have to see him again. The movement of the crowd drawing you closer and closer to each other, he can probably feel your breath on his chest, the way he’s looking at you is only making it heavier.

“I didn’t leave cause of you.” he tries to hold back his smile this time looking away with his eyes shut before coming back to you, he nods understandingly making you roll your eyes at him,

“Just you know… don’t avoid me anymore, it was fun teasing you but I actually want to get to know you”

#via writes ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 #kpop fanfic #kpop bg #kpop #kpop fluff #seventeen fluff #the8 x reader #3rd gen kpop #minghao x reader #minghao fluff #minghao fanfic #the8 fluff #the8 imagines #svt fluff #kpopccc #svt fanfic #xu minghao

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forestdeath1 · 2 months

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Hopelessness

@prongsfoot-microfic

It turned out that this microfic is 1600 words long, so if it's more convenient for someone to read on AO3, here's the link.

It's jilypad.

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Sirius kisses Lily’s belly, stretched by a muggle T-shirt with Black Sabbath on it, his gift. The air's filled with the light scent of jasmine from the open window, letting in the cool June breeze. Lily isn't really into Black Sabbath, but Sirius hopes the band's symbolism might somehow influence Harry’s musical taste, since he’s got no hope with Lily and James. As Lily recently said, she wears that T-shirt solely because it features a "handsome vocalist" who reminds her of Sirius. Sirius is quite pleased with that outcome.

They're sprawled on a wide sofa under a soft blanket, Sirius snuggled up beside Lily. The quiet of the Potter home, only interrupted by the ticking of antique clocks, always puts Sirius in a peaceful state. Lily gently strokes her rounded belly, while Sirius, with his arm around her waist, draws patterns on her skin, occasionally leaving soft kisses in response to the baby's sharp kicks. James, sitting opposite in a battered chair once favoured by Fleamont, reads the newspaper, his eyes scanning the pages gloomily.

"Oh," Lily exhales lightly. "He's been kicking all day. Extra lively today."

"Harry," Sirius murmurs softly, amazed at the depth of feeling he has for a child not yet born. "My handsome, smart boy."

"When did you get so sentimental?" James asks, not looking up from his paper.

"Since you married this incredible woman and started your own amateur production of 'Tiny Humans.' Even my frostbitten heart had to defrost for the premiere."

"Oh, my love," Lily, smiling softly, reaches out to gently ruffle Sirius's hair, "sometimes I think, what if I'd married you instead of James? How much prettier would my child be?" Lily's light, carefree laughter makes Sirius smile.

"Hey," James perks up, pretending to be offended. "There’s a lot of Blacks. And only one of me. Harry's gonna have the most unique hair in all of Magical Britain."

"And the dullest sense of humour," Sirius shoots back, still focused on the belly, speaking in a teasingly sweet tone as if talking to Harry. "Hopefully, you’ve got a better one. You got a bit short-changed on the genes from one side, but I promise to teach you."

"At least my humour doesn’t make people want to off themselves," counters James.

"You adore my jokes, don't kid yourself."

"Haven't heard one yet."

Sirius flicks his middle finger at James, who just chuckles, then removes his glasses and rubs his nose bridge in mock exasperation.

"Everything alright?" Lily asks him, concern in her voice.

"Yeah," James replies, trying to mask the worry in his voice. "Just going to make some tea."

Rising from his chair and heading to the kitchen, James leaves a trail of unspoken thoughts behind him. Sirius watches him go, and Lily, with a soft sigh, shakes her head.

"He's like this all day. Lost in thoughts about the war. Sticks to me like glue. Fancy taking him out somewhere? Hit a pub? Even stay out all night. He needs to get out more. He can't keep guarding me from God knows what," Lily adjusts a stray lock of Sirius's hair, a simple, familiar gesture.

"Alright, but not tonight," Sirius responds tenderly, kissing Lily's belly one last time before gently running his hand over her soft skin and carefully standing up from the sofa to not disturb her.

"Patrol?"

"Yeah," Sirius glances at the old wall clock, "and I'm already late."

"Why don't you move in with us?" Lily stops him with the question she poses every month.

"Don’t start," Sirius says with a light reprimand. "I'd end up covered in old people's dust here, sipping teas and reading newspapers. Tea? Seriously? When was the last time I drank tea?"

Her laughter, bright and full, fills the room, reflecting off the warm glow of the candles. She could easily shift from a pensive mood to mirth, and really, it took nothing to make her laugh. Lily was always so light, Sirius adored that about her. Like an autumn maple leaf playfully dancing with the wind – always ready to soar at the slightest breeze.

"Come here," she extends her arms, and Sirius leans in, allowing Lily to plant a tender kiss on his lips. "I love you," she looks at him, her gaze filled with care and tenderness, "Be careful."

"You too," Sirius smiles and ruffles her hair. "Look after Harry."

Stepping into the hallway, leaving Lily resting on the sofa, Sirius grabs his jacket from the coat rack and pulls it on, whistling a tune he caught in some noisy muggle café.

"James! I’m off."

James peeks out from the kitchen, holding a pack of tea.

"Not staying for tea?" he asks, knowing the answer already.

Sirius isn't much for tea, yet James has been offering it to him for years. In an attempt to make the drink more appealing, he once even started spiking the tea with Firewhisky. That gimmick worked for a while, but soon not even Firewhisky could dispel Sirius's irritation with the whole tedious, monotonous process.

"No, got patrol."

James looks slightly disappointed, tosses the tea pack onto a table cluttered with books and newspapers, and approaches Sirius.

"Lily suggested we should hit a bar," Sirius mentions.

James shrugs, adjusting his glasses absently.

"I can't leave her alone. Every time I go on patrol, you know it’s torture for me. I keep thinking something might happen, that they might attack our home, and…"

"I know," Sirius cuts him off. "That’s why I’m not inviting you. Just passing on Lily’s words."

James gives a soft smile, tilting his head slightly.

"You’ll come over on Friday?" he asks.

"Yes."

"And stay the night?"

"Of course."

James nods and hugs Sirius, pressing his face to his neck. Sirius leans into his ear, kissing it and breathing in the scent of earthy moss and the morning forest. James's scent always carried the notes of their moonlit adventures, as if his skin had absorbed the essence of those nights. They stand in silence for a moment until the soft hum of an old radio playing a vintage jazz tune Lily adores drifts in from the living room.

"Everything will be alright, James, hear me?" Sirius whispers, probably a bit too roughly patting James on the head as his movements have grown more abrupt lately. "I promise. Everything will be alright. With Lily, with you, with Harry."

"Yes," James says, rubbing an eye then running a hand through his hair. "Of course. It'll be alright. With you too."

"I'm not that important."

"Don't talk like that," James responds in a strained voice.

"I’d do anything for you, whatever it takes," Sirius says in a matter-of-fact tone, as if they’re discussing a Christmas dinner menu, not talking about things people usually don’t say to each other when everything’s fine.

James steps back, looks up at Sirius, and smirks, chasing away the worried shadows from his face.

"Have I mentioned you’ve become sentimental?"

"I've spent too much time around a mushy sod like you," Sirius grins, shrugging. "Bad influence."

James laughs, shoving Sirius's shoulder then pulling him in close, as if wanting to hide away in Sirius's broad embrace.

"I love you, you idiot," he kisses him, fingers threading through Sirius’s hair, tousling it. "Don’t be late on Friday. Lily’s making your favourite blueberry pie."

"I won’t," Sirius breathes out huskily.

James nods, and Sirius steps out the door. The June air hits his face, a warm breeze flicking a lock of hair from his forehead. The scent of night flowers mingles with the smell of fresh paint – someone nearby decided to give their fence a fresh coat.

Sirius moves a few meters away, casting one last glance at the Potters' house. James stands in the doorway, leaning on one shoulder against the frame. Sirius catches his worried gaze and nods subtly in response.

A moment later, Sirius apparates, but James's troubled face lingers in his mind like an echo. Usually, James's face brings peace, but this time it leaves a quiet itch, a reminder that Sirius is missing something, yet can't quite grasp what it is.

The war makes everyone nervous, anxious, and lost, and Sirius knows better than to succumb to these draining sentiments. But seeing those feelings in James – the person who made Sirius believe that even in the coldest winter, there's an unbeatable summer living inside him – Sirius realizes things are grim.

Of course, Sirius will come over on Friday. Perhaps he'll stay for the weekend, and they'll spend it together, like old times, before the threat of war knocked so clearly on their doors. They'll wake up to a late breakfast in the garden, reminiscing about school under the rustling of green leaves and birdsong, and perhaps even making plans for the future where the war is just a distant memory—a future where Sirius already knows exactly how to raise Harry and what gifts to give him from the very first months of his life.

A future where they're together.

After breakfast, they'll apparate to the lake, where James will set up broom races, beating Sirius yet again. Lily, always rooting for Sirius, will put on a theatrical display of disappointment and spend the day cheering him up, recounting for the hundredth time the tales of James's rare Quidditch misplays at Hogwarts—as if Sirius didn't already know each one by heart.

After dinner, James will suggest a game of wizard chess, and Lily will pick out a book to read aloud by the fireplace. Soon, she will head to bed early, as has become more common since she got pregnant, and James and Sirius will go out to the garden, lie on the grass, and spend the night forgetting all worries, remembering that it's moments like these for which they're fighting and ruthlessly suppressing the hopelessness that seeks to consume their souls.

#james potter #sirius black #lily evans #prongsfoot microfic #jilypad #it seems to me this might be too saccharine #prongsfoot

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slytherinshua · 10 months

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WE MEET AGAIN

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. they kinda diss a person together lol. pairing. jinmichae/dried squid fairy x fem!reader. wc. 1k. request. no. a/n. was i the only one who didn't know he had a name... 🧍‍♀️ i know jinmichae = dried squid fairy but still i just didn't know 🧍‍♀️

The thing Jinmichae hated the most about story hopping is fitting into his role without struggle. From a prince to the school’s dried squid chef to a college professor. And now he was in this world where he was a… bodyguard? A bodyguard to whom? He hadn’t quite figured it out. The story had only just started. He presumed he was a side character again, and the thought came with a heavy sigh. When would he ever get his chance to love on the stage as well?

There was nothing he could do about his role or his fate to stick as a side character, for that matter. The writer did whatever the writer deemed best with little regard for the characters who obtained consciousness. Jinmichae had always been the first to do so. Maybe that was his fate instead. Being painfully aware of everything going on without being able to do anything about it.

There was one thing he did like about story hopping, though. If he was lucky enough, he would stumble across you as the story progressed. He liked to see what role the writer put you in this time. Jinmichae was at least thankful that both him and you were centre characters to be included every time. At least you still existed.

He hadn’t found you yet, though. He hadn’t had much chance. He was currently having all these thoughts while at a… conference? Meeting? Of sorts? The room was filled with dozens of other men dressed in similar suits to his, each with walkie-talkies and earpieces. At least the costume design was pleasing.

The stage ended quickly and Jinmichae was free to walk around and investigate this new world a bit. That’s the lie he told himself every time. “Investigate the new world”, what that really meant was look for you. Sometimes he would laugh at the role you were given if it didn’t suit your personality, sometimes he would just be in awe. Sometimes he just missed you a lot and didn’t even care.

With quick steps around the building he was in, he figured it was some sort of company or corporation. There were many meeting rooms and lobby areas filled scarcely with prettily dressed people. He approached the front desk to ask if there was a library in the building. With newfound directions, Jinmichae made his way up a spiralling staircase and into a quiet (and enormous) mahogany designed library. It took up the entire 4th floor of this corporate building.

“It’ll take forever to find it…” He let out a soft sigh, anticipating his search that would take hours just to find the comic book for this world.

“I wouldn’t say that.”

He turned immediately at the sound of your voice, finding you standing right behind him, comic book already in hand, a lazy smile splayed on your lips. He laughed astonishingly at how easily you had snuck up on him, and how you had already managed to find the book.

“Let me see the character list.” He murmured, walking to you, arm wrapping around your shoulder naturally. You relaxed into his touch, smelling the faint citrusy scent.

“She gave you a new cologne, huh?” You remarked, flipping open the book to the first page. Jinmichae only hummed, eyes flicking over the drawings of the characters.

“Looks like you’ve got the main role.” He whispered a little teasingly, “A rich heiress to the most successful company in South Korea? No wonder there’s so many bodyguards downstairs.”

“Wasn’t my idea.” You giggled, trying to find his character among the list. “Damn, not even a name. You’re just ‘bodyguard’.” You wheezed.

“Maybe I won’t have that many scenes, then.” He seemed at ease with it, both arms now wrapped around you, hugging you comfortably.

“Nice for you. Ugh, but look at my love interest. This just won’t do.” You scoffed, looking over the profile of the character. A wanted criminal, arms adorned with tattoos all the way up to his neck and too many piercings to count. You glanced back at Jinmichae to see his eyebrows furrowed in distaste.

“He probably smells like cigarettes.” He quipped, grip tightening on you slightly.

“Wouldn’t doubt it.” You sighed, turning around in his arms so you were now facing him, “When will the author ever realise that my type is not a walking colouring book. He really looks quite disgusting.” You fake gagged, making Jinmichae chuckle.

“Who is your type then?” He asked with fake curiosity, already knowing the answer better than anyone else.

“Hm… I do know of this blond guy, he used to smell like cedarwood, but apparently it's more orangey now. Anyway, he’s very fond of dried squid, and you know, so am I. Really a match made in heaven, if you asked me.” You rambled, humouring him. The longer you went on with the description, the harder it was for Jinmichae to keep a straight face, and eventually, he let out a laugh.

You glanced back at the drawing of your love interest one more time, scoffing again. “I’ll probably throw up if there’s a kiss scene.” You said, the chances not that low.

“If there is a kiss scene, I’ll come find you.”

“What for?” You looked back at him, adoring the way his eyes seemed to only want to look at you.

“To get his cigarette taste off your lips, of course.” He smiled and you grinned cheekily.

“You’re only a nameless bodyguard, though. Are you sure you have the power to do such a feat?” You liked teasing him, maybe a little too much.

“Shall I show you just how capable I am?” He suggested smoothly.

“We’re in a library.” You deadpanned.

Jinmichae’s eyes flicked over the very empty room, “An empty library.”

“At least get behind a bookshelf or something, we’re still in the entrance.” You said, already grabbing his wrist to lead him somewhere a bit more secluded. “Is it scandalous for an heiress to kiss her bodyguard?” You wondered aloud, your hand already travelling up to the base of his hair, fingers sliding through it softly.

“Not sure I’m the right person to ask.” He responded, lips finding yours a second later.

If it was truly scandalous, neither of you really cared.

↳ k-drama taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair,, @wolfmoonmusic

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siena-sevenwits · 4 months

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Blogging The Last Unicorn, Chapters 2-3 (reread)

I skipped the opening chapter and will return to it once I’m properly into the story – that first chapter always gets in the way of my rereading.

Oh, I love, love Peter S. Beagle’s lyrical prose and overly thoughtful dialogue. It’s a matter of taste, for sure, but every page is just a little gemmed casket of gleaming lines, and I love it. And the sheer sense of atmosphere!

I remember when I first read this book wondering whether the young Peter Beagle was terrified of old age, weakness, and what some perceive as ugliness. I gathered this particularly from the scene where the Unicorn hears Elli sing the song of old age, and she’s filled with more horror than almost anything in the story (and this is echoed by what happens to her later in the book.) And there are other ways this is touched on throughout the tale. But on reread I see much more appreciation for the gift of growing old too. In fact, it’s considered a curse that one character is physically stuck in his twenties, and a grace when that curse is lifted. And though Molly is angry and broken hearted that the Unicorn didn’t come to her in the innocence of her youth but instead found her in her middle age, full of cares, Molly ultimately finds the greatest joys and meaning in her life at this later age. She is even called beautiful, I think. But I’m getting ahead of the story.

It seems to me that it is right that the unicorn should find old age and death horrifying, for she was created to be immortal, and is fulfilling her nature. Whereas the humans, who were created mortal, fear aging but ultimately embrace it, and thus learn to fulfill their natures.

It’s Chapter Two, and Schmendrick is with us! One of the two best characters in the book! I am amazed how many sides of his character are actually seen within the first few chapters, though they might be more evident on reread.

I love books that strike me as faintly (or strongly) allegorical by turns, but which are so multi-faceted that nothing in the story can really function as a simple, easily translatable symbol. The parallels are always shifting. We can see profound thoughts in the work if we interpret Schmendrick now as a type of the frustrated creative writer, and now as the soul encountering the divine for the first time, and now as a double sided coin of youth and old age. But he’s not a cardboard character, and any allegorical reading ceases to work if you try to apply it to the whole story. In that respect this book is a little like Tolkien’s work – extremely applicable by various lights, but impossible to draw up a table of who symbolizes what. I suppose that is the kind of story our own lives are.

Speaking of Schmendrick the creative artist, this analogy means a lot to me and makes the part where he tries to open the cage dear to me. I love that he had the keys the whole time but wanted it to be the beautiful spell that got her free.

“You deserve the services of a great wizard, but I’m afraid you’ll have to be glad of the aid of a second-rate pickpocket,” is a dear line to me.

Mommy Fortuna knows Schmendrick and the Unicorn have been conspiring, and probably that they mean to escape, but she seems no more worried about it than she does about the harpy getting free. Is it for the same reason? That she held them captive once and they will always remember it, and that’s her immortality? Or some other reason? Also, the lock speaks in Mommy Fortuna’s voice when Schemndrick steals the key and tries to open the cage.

I love that the string of threats, “YOU BARBED WIRE! YOU PILE OF STONES! […] I’LL CHANGE YOUR HEART INTO GREEN GRASS, AND ALL YOU LOVE INTO A SHEEP! I’LL TURN YOU INTO A BAD POET WITH DREAMS! I’LL SET ALL YOUR TOENAILS GROWING INWARD, YOU MESS WITH ME!” (capitals mine) is answered with, “What are you talking about? You can’t turn cream into butter. I never did like you. You give yourself airs, and you’re not very strong.”

“A bloodshot moon burst out of the clouds, and the unicorn saw her – swollen gold, her streaming hair kindling, the slow, cold wings shaking the cage.” I love it. Some people don’t, but I just love it. It’s indigo prose, not purple, so far as I am concerned. In another story, it might not work. But it does here.

On the whole this book is just masterful, but there are moments when Beagle feels just a little self indulgent in a way that calls attention to itself. The Unicorn telling Arachne, “It’s very attractive, but it’s not art,” on her way to free the Harpy from her cage feels this way to me. So does, “Have a taco,” (which we haven’t reached yet, but it’s one of the few things in this book I sort of hate, so it’s present in my mind.)

#I likely won't do this regularly for every passage #but it gave me joy tonight.#peter s. beagle #recovering reader #coreander's old books

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Detective Comics #1077 brought the Cass back. So how'd she do in this outing? Well, here are my thoughts on the issue...

So the Cass section is pretty early in the issue itself within the second scene and is pretty fascinating with several layers. #1 in that Selina recruited Cass off-panel.

I mean it probably wasn't hard. "Hey Cass you wanna save Batman?" "Yeah."

Bam.

Easy peasy.

I'm just gonna overlook the nonsense that is "Gotham War", and not overthink or mock that any further to this. It's just simple characterizations of two characters with a similar need: Bruce getting freed.

However, this leads me to my #2 interesting thing that occurs on the page. Eiko Hasigawa has beef with Cass.

Like, there's an out-of-issue story we missed here. Cause Cass/Eiko never met physically until this issue at least to my knowledge.

What I am aware of is the growing disdain another Batgirl, Stephanie Brown, had for Eiko toward the end of Genevieve Valentine's Catwoman run (#35-46).

I am not aware if Steph hyped negatively Eiko to Cass. I think it's the safest bet.

However, my gut tells me an "unseen" story. Because, A.) Eiko knows Cass. B.) We know already Cass has met Selina off-panel and gotten an "art" love because of it. So it's reasonable to think Cass has met several of those who worked/allied with Selina closely.

Regardless of my theories, the moment is a nice hype package to remind us how deadly Cass is and interestingly how much she is acting like her biological mom here in manner and appearance.

I get why Cass is in gameface mode. Gotham is in hell given it's Tuesday and she has to showcase this side of her. Even when there's a Lian Harper nearby to "lighten" the mood.

I do find it intriguing how much Cass inherits stuff on her actual mom's side here. From clothing choices to looks. She literally is a Little Wu-San here. I am curious why writer Ram V gives her hostilities with Eiko when a Cheshire is in the same room.

Given Shiva/Cheshire's histories in Gail Simone's Birds of Prey legendary run. But I can see why because again the feud is making me ponder more so on the "what" than the easily simplistic "why" we've seen already.

I really do dig seeing Cass unmasked in this issue as it elevates her into the run and artist Jason Shawn Alexander draws a VERY mature-looking Cass here.

And that leaves us with the final "chilling" twist of who Cass will be teaming up with here. Someone, now I wonder if we'll get our SECOND mention or showing of Batgirl Vol. 1 as Cass will be teaming with Mr. Freeze for her part in this mission.

Also, I do love the little bit of fathering Jim Gordon does here during this scene. He knows what Freeze is capable of (both currently in this run and of the past).

Cass? We don't see her reaction, just one panel of her agreeing which is just so Cass.

Her mindset is completely different than Gordon's. Will she trust Freeze? I guess we'll see where Ram V goes with this. Again, I find this all fascinating the bits he's put here.

You can easily see this plan all going to hell, yet also there's a "chance" this plan might work. I guess it'll all depend on who betrays who.

Again, the bits sprinkled are just stories I want to read more of, along with how the current story is going to progress.

It's all quite engaging and has me on the edge of my seat.

Anyway, #1077 of Detective Comics is yet another refreshing thrilling piece to the puzzle of this run. It feels so darn unpredictable about where it will go.

Not to mention however briefly we've seen Cass sure carries a presence about her in this run. That fills me with glee on where this will go next.

So those who haven't checked on this Tec run yet please do so as what began back in September has been an excellent jumping-back point for this run.

#cassandra cain #dc comics #my thoughts

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alexis-royce · 2 years

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Reading your Advanced Ludology series was probably the most enjoyable experience I’ve ever had on AO3! I was wondering if you could share some of the works/media that inspired it or at least offer some recommendations that are similar to the series? I desperately need something so to fill the void those fics have left me with 😭

Oh thank you so much! I'm sorry to say that my biggest inspiration in writing it was just to get as deep to the heart of The Stanley Parable as I could, so if I did my job right, the best alternative is another run. Or playing The Beginner's Guide. Or more TSP fanworks. XD Check my ao3 bookmarks or my tumblr tag for some recommendations. If what you liked was specifically the unstoppable force/immovable object quality of the pairing, then you should try out my visual novels. My take on Stanley is 50% how I felt playing the game, and then 25% my OC Exit, and 25% how I write Lupin III. So far my VNs are all free, and two of them can be played on the browser page, so you might be able to just pull them up on a phone and play without downloading. Two of them are TERRIFICALLY unsafe for work, but you'll know which ones, they're clearly marked as such.

And uh I guess the last thing to say is that I actually really would like to write more? Remember Stanley's story about Lee and Diegesis? and The Narrator's whole "Well, something will escape, Stanley. Probably it will be us" bit at the end of the Epilogue? Well, I started to write that sequel, and actually programmed a playable rough draft with what I had so far:

But conventions haven't been doing so well, so I kind of had to stop working on Stanley Parable stuff and focus on things that actually make money. The game's unfinished, but there's over 8k words and a kind of steamy date scene, so I was about to put it up for my patrons to play. It's called NonPlatonic Forms. You get the joke?

Yeah, you get the joke.

Actually it's really intimidating to ask, but since I'd like to work on it anyway, I guess I might as well: Would anyone be interested in that game as a Patreon or Kofi goal? I like these two a lot, so I could really easily write and draw a few thousand words of that every month, posting it both as a webnovel (So that people who want to imagine everything can enjoy without illustrations) and an in-browser visual novel. Supporters would get first access, and maybe I could use some comments to see what happens next, like in Speedrun? Honestly, if it could take care of even one grocery trip a month, I'd roll up my sleeves, start typing, and post the WIP tomorrow.

#The Stanley Parable #Advanced Ludology #If anyone feels like they could help out it I would legit love to start writing these two again #I like them so much and Diegesis is super upset that he doesn't get to monologue at Lee all the time #Narrator Voice : Daddy didn't just need a new swimming pool. He needed to keep the gas on when winter brought the full Michigan fury.#I guess signal boost or share this if you know any Ludology readers who would be interested in reading the sequel #I spent the last sixteen years delivering weekly comics #And did 70 thousand words over the course of the summer #This is a commitment I'd love to make #picshuas

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I just saw your spaus week about the demon and the priest. So spain is clueless that he is pact with demon that make him horni? And demon austria is piss off that spain ignoring him?

Imagine if spain so clueless why he is horni all the time and wake up with wet bed 🤭

It's funny that you ask me today of all days because this morning I randomly thought about that AU again without checking Tumblr first xD

I was actually tempted to write a fanfic out of that Demon/Priest AU, I started it but then I didn't have enough time to actually plan it out properly so I settled for that drawing.

Not sure if I'll ever actually write that fic, tbh ... But I'm gonna copy-paste here at the end of the post the beginning that I had written!!

Omg, yes Spain would be so clueless xDD Like, it'd blatant to most people that Roderich is a demon trying to seduce him, but Antonio assumes the most innocent explanation out of every clue lol

If he feels horni so much more easily now and even wakes up with a wet bed, first thing he'd assume it's just that he got some illness, or that maybe he's not as fit for a priest as he thought. He'd feel guilty over it but wouldn't figure out right away what the actual reason is.

The mysterious man who showed up one day near his church out of nowhere and seems to be so eager to meet and talk to him everyday?? Nah, that must just be some random guy admiring him as a priest and considering the clerical path as well. Definitely not a demon in disguise. No, nope, not at all!~

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[So here's the beginning/prologue of the Demon/Priest!AU Spaus that I wrote back then]:

Coming down the dusty path that led to the church, Antonio did what he did any other day and gave a look to his right and to his left, before continuing his march.

He had the prayers book in his hand, with his index finger stuck between two pages to keep track of the ones he'd recite during the next Mass, and a big childish smile plastered on his face as always.

He was twenty-five, still freshly out of his religious studies and already in charge of his own parish, after the old priest who had been teaching him the job died in unfortunate circumstances about one year ago.

As the church became clearer in front of him, he also noticed a young man struggling to fill a bucket at the near fountain.

"Do you need help?", he asked after rushing to him, as Antonio's love to help others had been a known fact and virtue ever since he was a little child.

The stranger took his sweet time before turning in Antonio's direction, and deep down the priest wished he didn't.

His skin was pale and delicate, in stark contrast with dark, carefully styled hair. His lips looked rosy, maybe a little too rosy and smooth for a man, and a tiny mole rested just beneath his mouth, on the right corner.

That had to be the most handsome young man Antonio had ever seen.

"Ha ... But if you do, you'll end up soaking that little book you're carrying", he pointed out, and even his voice was the sweetest he had ever heard, like a thousands nightingales chirping to the rainbow at the same time.

"Don't worry! I'll just put it in here for a moment!", he put the prayers book in his pocket and held the bucket below the water spray, keeping it in place until it was full and heavy, "Is your place far from here? Do you want me to carry it there for you?"

"No, no need to", the man turned in the direction of the flowers that adorned the edges of the churchyard. They looked terribly dry, almost dying. - how weird, Antonio thought, he could swear he had watered them no earlier than last night, "I just wanted to water those flowers over there"

"We can water them together, if you want."

"It'd be my pleasure." The mysterious man's smile had turned somewhat weird, excited in a way Antonio couldn't really understand. Did he love plants this much?

Once the flowers were watered properly, the priest handed the empty bucket to the other man.

"Thank you for your help.", he thanked politely.

"Don't mention it! Thank you for having noticed they were dry ... How weird though, I thought I had watered them last night." The Spanish priest observed while looking around. Despite having been so dry until ten minutes earlier, they were now back looking as colourful and healthy as they can get. He didn't know flowers reacted to water that quickly. They truly were a gift of God!

"Oh, you're the one in charge of these flowers?"

"Yes! I'm the parish priest!", he answered proudly, nodding at his church a few meters away, past the churchyard, "my name is Antonio", he added, offering the stranger his hand to shake.

"Those clothes sort of gave it away ...", he chuckled softly, shaking the hand before him lightly, "enchanted. Roderich."

His handshake was like nothing Antonio had ever experimented before, and he had shaken quite a number of hands in the past. It felt firm like a man's, yet soft and alluring like a woman's. For a moment, he could've sworn that a ray of sunlight had hit right against Roderich's left eye, making his iris almost glow. After what felt like eternity, Antonio managed to shake the thought away, like waking up from a particularly clingy dream, "Roderich," he repeated with a nod, "that's a nice name, where are you from?"

"From far away," he almost cut him off, laughing lightly, "so far away you'd think it's another world."

The priest laughed as well, not really putting much thought on it. He was pretty fun, he hoped to see him again at Mass. Maybe Roderich could help him water the flowers from now on, he could indeed use some help with it.

"You must excuse me now, it's pretty late and I must get back." Roderich explained, suddenly in a hurry.

"Oh, okay!", Antonio stared at him as he walked away with his bucket - wait, the bucket wasn't his!

He called out to tell him, but the stranger didn't hear him. He tried to follow him, but suddenly he was gone, no idea what direction he took.

Antonio walked back to his churchyard.

Oh ...

The bucket was actually below the water fountain, where Antonio had left it last night.

The stranger must've placed it back where it belonged while the Spaniard was not looking, or was too absorbed in thought. That's for the best.

He shrugged and walked into his church.

He put a hand in his pocket to pick up his prayers book.

Oh, weird ...

It must've been the other pocket.

He put his hand in the other pocket but there was just an old candy he kept forgetting to throw away.

He rummaged again in both pockets.

No success.

Maybe it had accidentally fallen on the ground while he was watering the flowers with Roderich.

He went back and inspected the surroundings.

It was nowhere to be found.

Oh well ...

Antonio felt bad, but his day moved on. He had a Mass to prepare, and activities to organize, and money to administrate.

Nonetheless, in the back of his mind, the image of the stranger kept appearing like the flame of a candle dancing in the night.

#ask #spaus #aph spain #aph austria #hetalia #ary writes stuff #ary spoke #I actually wrote the last bit today but it was like 80% written back then I just completed it now bc I hate leaving things ending abruptly

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Silver Talks AniManga (21/01/24)

jump is finally back this list so list looks a lot more filled out compared to last week lol

also wanted to say that I feel bad for having not caught up to anything so far this year, but between all the anime I'm watching this season (multiple times the normal) and something else I've been working on (that I should be able to talk about here next week) I just haven't had time to do it (and also running sideblogs but those don't eat up much time since I just queue up stuff for the whole week and then don't touch them again unless something comes up) but anyway

Anime

Dungeon Meshi Ep3

great ep like the other 2, but this episode really had that trigger dna in there so it's my favourite so far easily I understand them playing it safe and stuff since it's an adaptation instead of an original like they usually do but trigger's style is such a treat to see, I'm glad to see that not every episode will be by the books and they'll actually go back to their unique style sometimes

Undead Unluck Ep15

we finally got the new op and ed for the 2nd cour and..they're not nearly as good as the first ones sadly, tho they're certainly not bad. we also got the first appearance of god which was pretty cool anyway next episode is something I've been waiting for since the unjustice one so looking forward to that should be pretty pogged up

Bucchigiri Ep2

I was hoping ep 2 would have a bit more action and it did. it was nothing impressive in terms of the drawings themselves but the coreography was really good. if they can keep up this quality the whole run it'll be an enjoyable show

Manga

Undead Unluck Ch191

very good colour page and chapter. it's not been that long since andy's last appearance since he was here on the unrepair arc, but it's been a very long time since he's done this much. it was cool seeing him show off and showing what he's been doing all this time. nice little intermission chap before we start the next arc in earnest

#silver talks animanga

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Looking Back on 2023

Heyyy folks! Long time no news from me huh.

I'm struggling to think of what to even say about my silence. I've not been doing so bad I'd call myself depressed, but I'm doing a tad worse than just a slump. It's been a rough 6 months, not because of one big thing. Instead, a bunch of medium-sized reasons all piled up on top of each other to leave me extremely drained. I've mostly been working on the two commissions I still had in my queue (thank you to my commissioners for being so patient with me, I'm so sorry to make you wait so long <3). I've done a little personal art other than that but didn't have the leftover focus to keep up with sharing it on social media or writing up any updates about my situation. I've pretty much only been active sharing things in my art discord. I'd like to say I've been doing better in the last month or so, but I hesitate to make any promises at this point! We'll just have to see how things go :)

Artfight

So you were promised a more in depth artfight review but I think I missed the right timeframe for that... instead have this look at 3 years of unfinished artfight thumbnails from my new year's wip clean-out!

Year of Art Summary

All things considered I made a lot of art this year, and I'm really happy with how most of it turned out ☺ I did a bunch of experimenting with more playful techniques and color schemes and I think they suit my style a lot. I want to try and much those limits even more next year to see what kind of fun art I can create! Something with colors specifically really clicked in my brain after that witch drawing I did in April, before then I would spend a long time figuring out the perfect color scheme and doing a bunch of adjustments but ever since that drawing things have really been coming together super quick? I'm not sure what changed but no complaints from me.

Life Drawing Summary

I rarely post my life drawing but I've been keeping at it! Actually, I put together a few pdfs showcasing all my life drawing going back to 2022, you can download them for free in my itch or ko-fi shops! :>

I also put together a yearly art improvement comparison going back to 2015 that I was planning to put here. However, seeing how long this is already getting... I'll make a separate post for it.

Commissions

I've been gearing up to open commissions again after that unintended hiatus. I don't want to open slots until I'm sure I'm back to being able to finish them in a reasonable timeframe, so I've been using that leftover energy I do have to think about revamping some things and new styles to offer. Back in November I ran a survey on what people want to see from me (it's still open if you'd like to fill it out and help me get more stats!)

here's a preview of what's to come based on that & my whims:

- stamp commissions were super well received so they'll be added to my main repertoire

- A combo of me reading too much dun meshi and wanting to offer some kind of comicky commissions led to this idea of comic pages of characters eating together, I have a couple examples in progress, when they're done I'll add this style to my main offerings!

- I'm still not 100% set on sketchpages but I like the idea of them so if this test goes well I'll add them as an option

Onward to 2024!

I already completed my new year's resolution on day 1 of 2024, it was to pet a cat. I've made a second one which is to get a library card whenever my visa is approved and I move back home. It's been something I've been wanting to do for a while but never got around to, hoping this will be the excuse I need to do it.

Art-wise it's not a new goal, but I've been trying to focus on improving my rendering! Though I've also been playing around a lot with screentone... the two don't have to be at odds 🤔

I'm dedicating this year's personal art time to making new references for as many ocs as possible with nude bases so I can easily design new outfits for them whenever I want to without fully making a new ref from scratch.

Otherwise I'm just trying to take it slow, work on things one at a time and see what happens from there.

#year in review #2023 #project updates

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Such A Nerd (Dipper, Pacifica)

Summary: While poking fun at Dipper about his nerdiness, Pacifica discovers a new thing to tease him about. (Based on an anonymous prompt! This fic can be interpreted as platonic or a ship, up to you, I wrote it pretty ambiguous on purpose. Anyway, hope you enjoy it!)

After the events at the Northwest mansion, the Pines twins realized that Pacifica was actually…kind of cool. Sure, she was still pretty stuck-up, arrogant, and occasionally quite mean, but she was also funny, adventurous, and had a secret soft side that very few people got the chance to see.

And while she still put on a high and mighty act about it all, Pacifica actually found herself visiting the Mystery Shack often, because she truly enjoyed spending time with Dipper and Mabel, who were like the first real friends she had ever had.

Mabel, who had put their silly rivalry behind her long ago, was over the moon to have a new friend to talk about the girly things her brother couldn’t understand. They talked about fashion, and Pacifica even admitted that Mabel’s knitted sweaters were quite cute, which prompted her to knit a custom purple sweater just for Pacifica, which she pretended to hate but secretly wore all the time.

And while Dipper liked to pretend it wasn’t a big deal, he was clearly happy to have her around, too. Fighting a ghost together was a sort of bonding experience that you just couldn’t brush aside, and so he found himself growing more and more fond of the blonde girl as the summer days went by.

That afternoon, Mabel had run off with Candy and Grenda, leaving Pacifica and Dipper alone at the Mystery Shack, sitting on the couch in the living room, watching television.

Well, Pacifica was watching the television. Dipper was scribbling away in his journal, filling in information about the ghost he had encountered in Pacifica’s mansion, and how Pacifica had so bravely defied her parents to defeat the vengeful spirit—

Beside him, Pacifica peered over his shoulder, and scoffed. “You know, most people attempt to entertain their guests,” she said, but her words lacked their usual venom.

“You can always go home if you’re that bored,” he replied simply.

She huffed, but stayed put on the couch, just like he’d suspected. “You are such a nerd.”

Dipper ignored her, writing a note about how the silver mirror was only a temporary solution, contrary to the author’s original findings. However, his concentration was quickly broken when Pacifica’s elbow nudged him in the side, making him draw a stray streak of ink on the page, a soft yelp of surprise escaping him.

Confusion overtook Pacifica’s face. “Did I hurt you or something?” she asked, clearly unsure how her touch had caused such a dramatic reaction.

Dipper flushed. “No, you’re fine, you just startled me,” he said.

At that moment, Mabel burst through the door, her two friends right behind her. “Dipper, you are such a bad host,” she said, shaking her head. “Hey Pacifica, want a tip on how to make my brother less boring?”

Pacifica perked up. “Absolutely.”

“Mabel, don’t,” Dipper warned.

“He’s probably the most ticklish person on the planet,” Mabel proudly announced. “Have fun!”

And before Dipper could say a word, she scampered off to the attic, giggling with Candy and Grenda the whole way.

“Oh, is that why you freaked out when I touched you?” Pacifica asked, a smile twisted on her lips.

The journal was suddenly forgotten as Dipper brought his hands up to guard his body, already beginning to giggle in anticipation. “Uh, okay, so maybe I lied,” he said. “But you should really just take Mabel’s word for it, you don’t have to try anything.”

“Oh, but I’m so bored,” she teased. “You’re my new source of entertainment!”

With that, she easily pushed Dipper’s hands out of the way and prodded at his stomach curiously. Unsurprisingly, her childhood had not included much roughhousing or playfulness, so she was only partially sure that she was going about the whole thing correctly. However, it seemed like it was working, because Dipper immediately curled in on himself, giggling like mad, face flushed a bright red color.

Pacifica was enjoying the power trip the playful attack gave her, watching her new friend squirm beneath her fingers. Usually, Dipper was more stoic and serious than his bubbly twin, and it was nice to see him let go and laugh. Especially because the sound was so sweet, all hiccupy and hysterical. Pacifica couldn’t think of a time she had ever laughed that hard in her life, and the thought would have saddened her if she wasn’t so focused on switching her tactic to squeezing at his sides, doing it gently as she wasn’t sure what pressure would be appropriate.

Clearly, it was working, because Dipper’s laughter continued, and he pushed at her arms uselessly. “Pacifica, please!”

“Please what?” she asked innocently.

“Cut it out!”

“Alright, I’ll stop…If you stop being such a nerd and actually do something fun with me,” she replied, latching onto the bottom of his ribs and scribbling her fingers.

With a squeal, Dipper’s hands grabbed onto her wrists for some kind of tether to distract from the sensation. “Okay, okay! We can do whatever you want!” he cried.

Pacifica grinned triumphantly, slowing her tickling fingers, but Dipper didn’t let go of her wrists right away, making her stomach flutter.

As he caught his breath, Dipper eventually let go, but stayed slumped against the couch. “I am going to kill Mabel for that,” he said.

“Please, I would have found out eventually,” she replied.

He gave a shy chuckle. “I guess so, yeah. Anyway, what do you wanna do now?”

Pacifica hummed. She hadn’t thought that far ahead. “Why don’t you show me some of that nerdy journal of yours?” she suggested, surprised at herself even as the words left your mouth.

Dipper seemed equally as shocked, but excited nevertheless. “Really? I mean, you don’t just have to say that, if you’re not interested.”

“I know, dummy, now just show me before I change my mind,” she said, but she was smiling.

And so, Dipper took Pacifica on a tour of the aging pages of the journal, through all the drawings and writings about the creatures that he and Mabel had encountered, and as he spoke, Pacifica found herself completely fascinated by his stories, and happily rested her head on his shoulder while she listened.

“You’re such a nerd,” she said at one point.

“Hey, you wanted to hear about this,” he replied. “Maybe you’ve just been holding out on your own nerdiness.”

That earned him a jab to the side that sent him into a new fit of giggles, and while neither of them wanted to admit it, they each thought that the other was pretty cool.

#dipifica #pacifica northwest #dipper pines #ticklish!dipper #ticklish dipper pines #gravity falls tickle fic #gravity falls ticklefic #gravity falls #tickle fic #ticklefic #raspberry writes

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lacomandante · 10 months

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🧶 — any non-writing hobbies/interests?

munday asks!

Yes! I have quite a few, actually. I like to think I'm a jack of all trades. I do historical sewing, and atm I'm currently working on a pair of regency stays. It's a little annoying because I've been working on multiple dresses, only to have to stop because I don't have the correct undergarments to accurately measure if the dress fits or not. So I had to stop what I was doing and make these mockups...I'll get there eventually lol. I also make dolls! Which I never posted photos of when complete, I'll need to do that. Unfortunately I'm very easily fatigued, and sewing is easily one of the most exhausting hobbies I have physically and mentally, which means a lot of these projects take months or years.

Reading, but I feel like that's a given for most people in the rpc. I feel like it's very important to read in order to grow your own ability to write. Currently rereading the Witcher series, alongside Sharpe's Gold and Company. I've also been reading a lot of English accounts of travels through Spain, detailing the landscapes, customs, manners, etc. I think since January I've read over 8 books detailing these things...probably over 2,000 pages combined? I'm endlessly fascinated with historical accounts and I honestly can't get enough of them. Currently reading Letters written during a journey in Spain, and a short residence in Portugal published in 1808. There's a huge gap in the history of Spain during this period so it's been very helpful (although biased) filling in the blanks.

I also do drawing and painting, but this hobby has kinda fallen on the wayside this year. I find myself impatient, but I need to get back into groove of things, as I do really want to improve more.

I would say I do gardening, but...this year my plants almost instantly fried in the California heat, and every time I look into my backyard I just see their decayed husks so. Maybe attempted gardener is best...I have more houseplants than anything, and I struggle to keep my pothos alive, which are pretty easy to take care of....I think I have more of a hobby of buying plants...

Oh! I also do a lot of penpal writing. I joined a Jane Austen FB group and joined a pen pal group in there. I'm more of a casual fan and not really obsessed with her works, but I do enjoy them. I've got three pen pals so far, and they're all older women in England (one I was luckily enough to find that also writes/speaks Spanish so I get to practice!). Two of them are in Kent, and one is in Yorkshire. They're all very sweet and kind and nothing makes me happier than getting their handwritten letters in the mail. I also adore making fancy designs for the envelopes and stuffing them full of stickers and pretty things. Here's a few samples of things I've made (steadily improving lmao) - two for my penpals, and one for Sam :)

I suppose archival work also falls into this? I know how to pirate, burn and rip dvds and blurays, how to convert and preserve files, and I'm currently learning how to preserve and convert VHS. It's really fascinating to me, and I've even learned a little bit of coding and programming on the side for it.

Oh! I also like to make gifsets and photo manips- 10 years of being in the rpc with photoshop skills helps a lot with this. I LOVE making manips of Teresa in other Sharpe films, or in different scenes. I actually have quite a few but haven't posted many of them. Mostly for au's and rp's/fics Sam and I have written and explored.

I also play the guitar, but I say this very lightly. More like I can read tabs, and play some songs, but honestly I'm self taught and would say I'm very much a beginner at best. I really enjoy it but haven't had much time, nor the means to learn more sadly. But I enjoy plucking and learning chords to my favorite songs.

#;letters #prvtocol #(perhaps i am not as boring as i thought...)#(oops word vomit. ty for the ask!!! <3)

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semper-legens · 10 months

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77. Godkiller, by Hannah Kaner

Owned: No, library Page count: 288 My summary: Kissen wants one thing, and one thing only. The death of the gods - the gods to whom she was going to be sacrificed as a child, the gods who technically saved her life, the gods who took everything from her. Elogast is a baker who has put his life as a knight far behind him, until the king comes calling to ask a favour. And all Inara wanted was to understand why she is bound to a god of white lies, and what mysteries lie in her background. It was fate that brought them together...but what trials will they face? My rating: 3.5/5 My commentary:

Killing gods. Really, what else do you need to draw you to a book? I love fantasy, I love gods and monsters, and I love humans with the guts to stand up to something infinitely more powerful than themselves and say hey, you're doing something wrong and I'm going to stop you. This was recommended by a coworker, and I know you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but I literally picked this one up mostly on the strength of that cover. Hey, it's a good cover. So anyway, expectations were high for this book. Did it disappoint? No! I enjoyed it quite a bit.

Our characters here are Kissen, who survived being a sacrifice as a child and wanted to kill gods in revenge, Elogast, who fought for his king in the God Wars and has since become a baker, and Inara, the secret child of a noblewoman who is bonded to a small god of white lies. They're all strong characters and balance each other pretty well; Kissen's core of strength and mistrusting nature, Elo's determination to save the man he loves, and Inara's childlike stubbornness and faith in her own abilities. The narration switches between their points of view and Inara's god, offering a different look at similar scenes. Each character has parts of the story and world missing from their perspective, simply because it's not something they've yet encountered or they're working on less information. Which sometimes leads to the reader being better-informed than the characters, or more able to guess what's going on, which is interesting.

The world is revealed in small bites - I don't recall any lengthy exposition in this book, just glimpses hinting at a wider history here and there brought up by several of the characters. The God War, for example, is shown only in brief flashes when characters remember certain events or talk about aspects of it. It's an interesting approach to worldbuilding, though I have to say that early on, I got confused easily, as characters referred to ideas and words I had not yet been exposed to. Thankfully, however, this lessened as the story went on. The world painted by this book is a really cool one, a twisted landscape that has recently survived a war against impossible odds, filled with small and large gods and the people who worship them, despite that being illegal. There's so much history and depth hinted at here, it really leaves you wanting more.

As for the storytelling itself, I did have some quibbles with the way the narrative and characters progressed. Kissen and Elo's relationship, for example, was a very straightforward rivals-to-lovers situation, and the hints towards their relationship developing in this way were hardly subtle. There was also that dodgy plot device where the characters think they've been betrayed around the end of the second act - specifically, when they find out that Elo's on a mission from the king. It isn't quite as annoying as I usually find this trope, but I still could have done without it, you know? None of this was enough to spoil my overall enjoyment of this book, though, and I'll definitely be looking for sequels when they come out!

Next, the story of a boy and a gem.

#Godkiller #Hannah Kaner #bookblr #book blog #book blogger #3.5

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robschneiderfan · 2 years

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Could you make a Rob x Reader but Grown Ups? I would be greatly appreciative if you did! Thank you! 🥰

of course!//

A Reverse Monet ---->Rob Hilliard (Grown Ups) x Reader

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“Can you close up tonight?”

You snapped out of your thoughts, whipping to face your manager.

“Uh yeah, I still have the keys.”

She gave you a thumbs up and ran out the door. Working at a wig store wasn’t your big dream, but it did pay the bills. You reached under the counter to retrieve your notebook, today being a particularly slow day. Flipping through the pages of what seemed like endless drawings, you finally found an empty page and began a new one. You glanced around the store, trying to find someone to draw. Your eyes trailed over the wigs, mannequin heads, and shelves filling the store. Your eyes stopped on a small pouf of hair, barely visible above the shelves. You shifted where you stood, angling yourself to see the man before you. He was cute. Tanned skin, highlighted by the bright orange shirt he had on. You moved down from his gorgeous blue eyes, over the multicolored scarf, green cargo pants, and onto the sandals on his feet. A perfect model. You began to sketch his basic form; he was well built, sturdy. You were unsure how to start on his hair, despite spending all your days surrounded by hair. His hair was overly tall, maybe an attempt to make him look taller? You added the light hair on his chin, smiling as his image came together. He sure was cute.

“Excuse me?”

Oh God. The man stood before you, a bottle in his hands and his perfect blue eyes boring into yours. You hadn’t heard him walking towards you. You could smell a slight hint of lavender cascading off his body. He was like a reverse Monet. Nice from afar, but perfect up close. His eyes flickered down to your notebook, you scrambling to cover the now very creepy art.

“Woah, did you draw me?”

You nodded slowly, your tongue feeling very big in your mouth. You couldn’t speak. He motioned to the page, sending you a questioning look. You nodded again, allowing him to take the notebook from you. His fingers rubbed against yours, surprisingly soft. You watched him flip through the book, stomach twisting in knots. This was your journal, filled with drawings of customers and people you’d seen. It was something very personal to you, but you watched as his mouth turned upwards into a smile and you felt some nerves slip away. He had a great smile, his eyes crinkling and his whole face practically lighting up.

“These are amazing. I’m Rob.”

He extended his hand to you, looking to you for a response. You took his hand, trying to smile.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Are these all patrons who you sketched from across the room? Maybe I’ll form a support group.”

You let out a laugh, suddenly feeling much more relaxed.

“Some are other customers, but it’s mostly just interesting people I see. People who already look like art, people who catch my eye, people who look really cute hiding behind the shelves.” You didn’t know where your confidence had come from, maybe his compliment, maybe the way he was hanging onto every word you said. His eyebrows raised slightly, him placing your book back on the counter. “Do you mind me asking which group I belong in?”

“That depends. What are you doing this weekend?”

His face dropped and you kicked yourself internally. Had you misread the situation? Was he married? You frantically glanced at his hands, looking for a wedding ring. No ring, but he did have nice hands. A beaded bracelet on his right wrist, but besides that no evidence. “Geez, I’m so sorry. That was really weird. I’m really weird, this is really weird. God, I’m rambling. I’m sorry!”

“No, no! This weekend is just not a first date kind of deal.”

You wanted to crawl under the counter and die. How could you have screwed this up so easily? He was cute, he was in the store, he liked your art. You looked back at him, a puzzle expression fixed on his face.

“I’m really sorry.” You reiterated, feeling like you were the one with the bad toupee. Geez, you wanted to help him find a new one. If he had bought that here, you must not have been working that day. You would’ve picked something better, he already was really cute. He probably didn’t even need one. “No apology needed, really. I’m attending my childhood basketball coach’s funeral. Then my four childhood best friends and teammates are going to this lake house. A lake house we celebrated our championship game at thirty years ago. It will be a trying weekend, but one for the Coach. He’d be proud. Buzz is up there coaching Heaven's team now. I know that sounds like a lot to ask for from someone you just met. However, some company would be appreciated.”

You took a moment to absorb everything he just said. He sure did have a flow with the words he said, you genuinely considering his offer. He seemed like a poetic soul, plus a lake house? That could be a lot of fun. But something was tugging at the back of your head. You didn’t know his history, he didn’t know yours. But how better to get to know someone than their past?

“You’re lucky I’m weird, maybe a little dumb. But I’ll join you.”

You felt a grin grow quickly on your face, Rob’s face also breaking into a smile.You were going on a weekend with a man you’d only just met. At a lake house after a funeral for a childhood figure. Definitely an event for a more committed relationship. You were nervous about it, about meeting his childhood best friends, but you were also excited. This whole thing was like something out of romcom, so disconnected from reality. But vacations were also disconnected from reality, so maybe getting to know someone like this would be… well, perfect.

“I’m pleased. Here, let me give you my number and I’ll give you a call. We can work things out then.”

He scrawled his number into your notebook, below the image of him. You watched him take a final look at the drawing before closing the book and sliding it to you.

“That sounds great. I do have to close, but I’ll call you around eight-ish?”

“I’m cool with that.”

“Well Rob. I’ll see you at the funeral.”

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The car ride to the church had been silent beside the soft hum of Rob’s car. It was smaller, but very eco-friendly. A man who loved the Earth? A change from your usual, but maybe a change was what was best. Besides, the silence was comfortable. You could tell Rob was being affected by his coach’s death, it seemed he was the one in charge of planning the whole ordeal. Impressive. He just was impressive. You’d talk with him all week on the phone, him even stopping by the store to see you once. It was sweet. He seemed to fit perfectly into your life. The phone calls throughout the week had made the weekend less scary, but your stomach was in knots again as you sat in a church pew alone. Rob had stepped out to greet other guests. You looked around the church, it was beautiful. The whole ceremony was beautiful, something you could attribute to your date. Your bags were in his car, the sight of both his and your luggage in his car made you feel strange. A warm feeling, slightly giddy, almost committal. You liked it.

“And this is Y/N, my date.”

You turned at the sound of your name, smiling at Rob and the men behind him.

“Not your wife?”

You turned to the man who said it, noticing a small ponytail in his blonde hair. You’d have to ask him what products he used, his hair glowed. You watched the guys laugh, Rob maintaining his serious expression. He didn’t want to joke at the funeral, it was disrespectful. He’d warned you about his friend. You smoothed your skirt, moving to meet them men. You tried to memorize all their names, also meeting the other families. The blonde one turned out to be Marcus, though everyone called him Higgins. It was a lot and you could tell the stress was beginning to show on your face as Rob placed his hand on the small of your back. You felt safe. You felt less stressed. He pulled you to him, before turning you back to the pew.

“Ceremony is about to begin.”

His calm voice broke through his friend’s jokes, him moving to sit with you.

“It was lovely to meet you all.”

You turned back to the front, feeling Rob move his hand from your back to your hand. He gave you a light squeeze as the pastor began to speak. It was a lovely ceremony, Lenny’s speech giving you more of an insight into the group and the coach. It was good. Rob began to shift beside you, you glancing his way. He gave you a solemn nod as he made his way to the front. What was going on? He hadn’t told you if he would be speaking. Oh, he wasn’t speaking. You felt your mouth drop a little as he began to sing the first note of Ave Maria. Oh it was beautiful, an emotional song performed with the fullest amount of heart. You loved that about Rob. He loved freely and with such a deep passion, it was… hot. You were nearly on the verge of tears as he ended, kneeling before the crowd.

“EEEH!”

Higgin’s loud impression of a buzzer woke you from the trance, you feeling bad as you saw Rob’s face contort. He just poured out his soul just to be made fun of. But Higgins was the only one here without a guest, so it probably came from a place of jealousy. A place of true misery. “Grow up, will ya?” Rob made his way back to you as you extended a hand to rub his back. He turned to you, his face still shining with emotion. You leaned over and placed a small kiss on his lips. The lavender smell overwhelmed you a little, his lips slightly rough against yours. You pulled back, that was the first time you’d kissed. “That was beautiful.” You watched him collect himself, a little shocked. His face found its composure again, a small smile breaking through his solemn exterior. “It sure was. You’re going to love the lake house.” He spoke quietly, people beginning to leave for the picnic. Private that’s what this was. A small moment shared between two individuals who always felt they loved a little too hard. You felt your smile widen as he kissed your cheek and began to lead you to the picnic. You couldn’t wait to get to the lake house.

#grown ups 2 #grown ups #rob schneider #rip2008

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fortes-fortuna-iogurtum · 1 year

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☕️ + physical notebooks. Do you use them? What kind do you prefer if so? What kind of book-binding is preferable (spiral-bound, glue-bound, string-bound)? Do you like the notebook covers with woodland scenes / animals / what have you better, or geometric patterns, or quotes? Bookmarks built into notebooks/books, thoughts? (sorry, that's a lot, I'm just curious!)

oooh Robin, what a good opinion topic!! :D

prepare for waaaaaaaaaayyy too many thoughts and opinions about notebooks incoming:

so, physical notebooks. I DO indeed use them! and like any good writer or student, I hoard far far more than I will ever need or probably will ever be able to use in one lifetime.

I mostly use ruled notebooks; unlined ones are great for sketching, but then they're sketchbooks, not notebooks. and I have had a few bullet-dotted notebooks, but I've found that the lines in those are not delineated clearly enough to do much for my handwriting, and the lack of clear lines also makes it harder for me to read my own writing when I look back over them later. so yeah, ruled notebooks do tend to be my favourite.

spiral-bound is the most useful for me, because it's so adaptable; you can lay it completely flat on a table, you can flip it over so you only see one page at a time. you can write all the way to the edge without your handwriting starting to slope downwards and slip into the crack between the pages in the middle of the book. and you can easily and cleanly tear pages out leaving no trace behind if the need to do so arises.

that said, I will still buy glue-bound and string-bound notebooks! I have one or two that people have given me as gifts that I love, and I have one absolutely gorgeous gothic naturalist-y themed one that I bought from a lovely little etsy shop and am saving for a very special use one day. and I recently bought a teeny-tiny book-bound unlined notebook from the dollar store to keep in my pocket and add any random story inspirations or lines of poetry or drawing ideas to whenever they pop into my head while I'm out and about. so there are really no hard and fast rules to which kinds of notebooks I'll buy for my collection!

I do love quotes on my notebooks! especially ones that fit the subject matter I'm planning to fill the notebook with! but I also am first and foremost a Space Girl, so anything with stars or nebulae or galaxies or constellations is pretty much guaranteed to catch my attention. and plain colours are always good too!

bookmarks built into books are always nice. they keep my place for me! they look cool! they're attached to the book itself, so there's no chance I can lose them like I do all my regular bookmarks! what's not to love here! bookmarks built into notebooks are also cool, but intimidating. a lot of times a notebook that's nice enough to have its own built-in bookmark is going to seem completely impossible to use, because I know that anything I write in it won't be worthy of such a lovely notebook. so I'll just end up sticking it on my shelf and gazing at it admiringly and flipping the pages and thinking of how much potential it has, and never actually writing anything in it for fear of messing it up. (I know this is completely silly and absolutely defeats the purpose of buying the notebook in the first place. but it's one of those things I can't seem to fully overcome. I do as a general rule have to be careful that I never own any disposable goods that seem too nice, because then I won't ever want to dispose of them, meaning I'll never use them at all, so they'll just sit around my room taking up space and being absolutely pointless no matter how long and hard I try to rationalize myself out of being That Way about them).

#thanks for the ask robin!! :D I really enjoyed answering this!! I didn't realize that I had so many opinions about notebooks!!#gurt answers asks #brown-little-robin

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