#i'm gonna write that into something tonight

[live-laugh-lenney]

Hi, could you please write a little something about george looking after his girlfriend while she's ill? Xx

i am such a sucker for soft boyfriend looking after ill girlfriend :')

whatever he had planned, it was dropped.

except he never told her that he cancelled his work schedule or any of his upcoming video shoots that he was due to film because he knows her like the back of his hand. he knew, deep down, how much she was going hate being the reason that he stopped working just to take care of her when, really, she could do it herself.

'i need to cancel our dinner date with max and andrew tonight, not well at all. don't come and see me as i'm just gonna sleep all day and look like a mess. love you. <33'

george cancels on her behalf. informing max that they could move the date to another night and that he wasn't sure what was wrong with her but that it must have been something terribly bad if she was cancelling plans and had added on that she didn't want to see her boyfriend in the state she was in.

except, george doesn't always listen.

and its time like when she was sick where he was thankful he had a key to her flat amongst the keys on his keyring. arriving at her door with an abundance of bags filled with tablets and medicines, dry crackers and packs of biscuits, and whatever trinkets he could grab from the tiny supermarket shop at the entrance of her flat complex so he was prepared for any kind of sickness.

"i know you asked not to see me but i wasn't doing anything today in regards to work and i couldn't leave you here by yourself," his voice fills the quiet space of her home and he waits for her to make herself known before he unpacks the bags for her, "babe?"

when she doesn't appear after a couple of minutes, he feels guilt low in his stomach - he forgot she may have been trying to sleep off whatever had struck her and he was suddenly more aware of how loud he had been upon his entrance. he toes off his trainers and sets them beside her front door, sets the keys down quietly on the side table and leaves the bags in her kitchen before he goes on a look for her around her home.

she wasn't on the sofa; her living room hadn't seemed to be touched and her tv remotes were left where she would normally leave them the previous night, the blanket was still draped over the back of the sofa and there was no dip in the cushions to signify that someone had been sat there recently.

she wasn't in her office; he wasn't expecting her to be working, at all, but it was a much cooler room in her home since it was facing away from the sunshine and she had a fairly comfortable sofa to lounge on.

she wasn't in her bedroom; except he could tell she had taken refuge there for the majority of the day because her sheets were still messy and ruffled and her pillows looked laid upon, a glass of water on her bedside table and a mop bucket down by her side of the bed which she must have kept there in case she couldn't make it from the bed.

his next guess was her en-suite and as he poked his head around the doorframe, he was met with her eyes closed and leaning against the side of the bathtub with a sheen of sweat clinging to her skin. his t-shirt, which he had given to her when she first stayed the night at his place, loose on her figure and it swallowed her up and he just wanted to scoop her up and put her to bed so she was more comfortable.

"i know you're looking at me," she grumbles lowly, cracking an eye open and staring at him through one eye, "i said not to come over. i don't know if this is a contagious thing or not."

"i'll be fine," he waves his hand in her direction as if he was brushing off the comment and he steps into the room, reaching over to flush the toilet from the contents inside, "how long have you been here for?"

she shrugs before taking a deep inhale, exhaling slowly, and she stretches out her legs to rid the pins and needles feeling tingling at her toes. she feels george sit down beside her and she can't help but lean towards the body heat radiating off his body, his arm sneaking around her shoulder and pulling her into his side.

"just feeling sick?"

"just feeling a bit icky. woke up feeling weird, breakfast didn't stay too long in my belly, can't really keep anything down."

"maybe it's a viral thing?" george wonders and he reaches for a wet flannel to dab across her forehead and to clear her face a little, "chris went down with something a couple of weeks ago, seen a lot of stuff saying people are going down with a sickness bug."

"just my luck to get it."

george laughs softly and sets the flannel down on the side of the tub, removing his arm from her shoulder and standing to his feet, holding his hands out for her to take and pulling her slowly to her feet. letting her get some stability before he lead her back to the bedroom so she could get comfortable in bed.

"i brought some crackers and biscuits if you're hungry and want to try and eat something," george suggested and she shook her head, settling herself down in bed and pulling the duvet over her body, "i'll leave them in the kitchen for you, okay? they're there if you want them."

"thank you," she smiles softly and he climbs onto the bed, careful not to jostle her too much, laying down beside her and cosying under the covers, "love you."

"i would kiss you but," he looks her and she rolls her eyes, "i love you too. get some sleep. i'll be here when you wake up." xx

#george clarkey #george clarkey imagines #george clarkey blurbs #george clarkey fics #george clarkey headcannons #george clarke #george clarke imagines #george clarke headcannons #george clarke blurbs #george clarke fics

[cerise-on-top]

Hey! It's me again, I've been a little needy these days and I'd like to make a request, something really cute.

Valeria, Farah and Kate.

Like, they spent the night with you having fun at home, but in the morning they had to leave for work without even having time to say goodbye, but before leaving there was a noticeable mess that remained in the house, a tremendous mess. But when they arrive late from work, they find the house shining completely clean, and soon they find the reader sleeping in the living room with the TV on, but still sleeping peacefully, because her tiredness does not allow her to stay awake to receive them.

(I would love to be spoiled by Valéria in exchange for being her housewife)

I think this scenario is so cute and I love your writing, and sorry if something is wrong, I'm using the translator again. Kisses and have a great day. <3

Hey! That's a really cute idea! Sorry this is short, I'm just really tired again tonight!

Valeria, Farah and Laswell Finding Reader Asleep

Valeria: She’s not particularly surprised to find you asleep, she usually comes home extremely late at night. However, the sight warms her heart every time. Stands in the doorway for a few seconds, watching your chest rise and fall as you sleep, a small smile on her face. It’s only afterwards that she realizes you’ve cleaned your shared home. Valeria will sigh a bit, the home was in complete disarray when she left, so it must have taken a while for you to clean it all up. No wonder you’re asleep. Although she may not be the tallest person, Valeria is strong, so she’ll pick you up and carry you to your bedroom, giving you a kiss on your forehead. During these moments she loves nothing more than to hold you, even if she normally isn’t a very touchy feely person. But something about you being asleep in her arms as she carries you, completely vulnerable, just gets to her. However, it won’t be long before Valeria goes to bed herself, getting ready for such a thing, she’s tired as well. The day after she’ll spoil you rotten, though. You’ve earned a nice reward for being such a good spouse for her, and so she’ll take you on a fancy date. Or maybe, since you’ve cleaned your home so nicely, she’ll just stay home with you to cook a good meal together. The choice can wait, she’ll just ask you later.

Farah: She’d be ecstatic to see you’ve cleaned your home. It must have been a long and boring task, but she truly does appreciate it. Like Valeria, she watches you for a few moments, thinking about whether or not she should wake you up. In the end she decides against it since you truly must have been tired. However, she will drape a blanket over you and give you a small kiss on your cheek, hoping to not rouse you too much in the process. Farah makes herself a small snack so she has had something to eat before she finally goes to bed herself. However, she doesn’t go to bed, she joins you on the couch, holding you close and nuzzling into your hair. While she may be extremely tired herself, she still daydreams a bit about how she could possibly repay you for doing that Sisyphean task. Anything from ordering takeout and paying to going on a walk during the sunset sounds good to her as long as she can show you her appreciation. Since she’s feeling very content around you, she might also start humming a bit, knowing fully well that you can’t hear her. But it’s just something she does when she feels comfortable around someone. Plus it helps her fall asleep too. In the end she’ll likely settle for something calm like staying at home and just cuddling the day away while thanking you. Or just doing whatever you say so she can feel like you’re getting enough rest and she did something for the household as well.

Laswell: By the time she’s home the sun has probably almost risen anyway given her line of work. Laswell would be dead tired, so I’m not even sure she’d notice you having cleaned right away. However, she would see you having decluttered the desk in the living room and be grateful. Although she may almost fall asleep herself, standing in the doorway and barely noticing her surroundings, she will see you sleeping on the couch and immediately think about sleeping next to you. Granted, Laswell isn’t a very cuddly person either, and she can’t sleep particularly well holding someone either, but she thinks it would be unfair if you slept on the couch while she slept in the bed. At least that’s her logic at the moment. She won’t even try to carry you to bed, she just wants to head to bed. Gets changed and stands still in front of the couch for a few moments before draping a blanket over you. Naturally, she’ll turn off the TV, but afterwards she gets some shut eye for a few hours as well. Only in the morning does she notice that everything is spic and span. Laswell will feel bad if you woke up before her and made some breakfast. However, she will make it up to you as well. If there’s anything you ever need from her, she’ll do it. She’ll have done it before as well, but she doesn’t want to be indebted to you. Gives you a kiss before promising you that she’ll clean up next time. Either on her own or with you. You did such a good job, she’ll likely get you some cake to show her thanks in the meantime.

#cod #cod x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #farah karim #farah karim x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #I don't have much to say again tonight #I'm just looking forward to going to bed. not looking forward to tomorrow #next week I have my first proper driving lessons. I'll be sitting in a car then and driving. I've never driven before #I've only killed the engine once and that's it #I think I have eight lessons next week and the week after I have the theoretical exam #I need to pass this I need this driver's license #right I wanted to write something about Easter with König but I'm not sure I'll actually find the time to write it #easter is next week so I thought it would make sense for me to write something like this #if I have to celebrate easter then so does König it's the law. I'm gonna pass my suffering onto him #I am not at all looking forward to seeing my grandmother. “do you have a boyfriend yet?” #I don't care about getting a boyfriend and I'm too much of a loser to pull a girl 😔 #but it's such an exhausting question. how many more times do I have to aggressively say that I don't want a guy until someone understands? #it's gonna piss me off so much I just know it already

[scrawlingskribbles]

help I'm suddenly waxing extremely emo abt Enid "friendless lone(ly)-wolf but at least free to exist as her truest self" vs. Rad "having friends but at the cost of being completely-utterly trapped by Their opinions/expectations of him", wahhhh,,,,,

#not new territory being tread on here in the slightest but my emotions are SENSITIVE right now okay jhgjjsjfg x'3c #something something Core WoundsTM and the ways different people react/respond to essentially-the-same scenarios I already said it I'm E M O #I was writing up a whole babbleramble which eventually (d?)evolved into this Main PointTM by the end so take the tldr version x'D #anyways I am TIRED I think I'm gonna go to bed early tonight lmfao #shut up Wisp #once again my apologies for this going in the tag lolol #OK KO

[miraclewoozi]

hi everyone ! <3

i very recently hit the milestone of 500 followers on this blog! first and foremost, i want to say a super huge massive great big THANK YOU to everyone who has followed me here, and also to anyone who has ever interacted with one of my fics! i want you to know that genuinely, every like, every reblog, every ask and every single piece of feedback warms my heart so much. couldn't do this shit without you guys. second and... secondmost? (don't look at me like that) i wanted to try to give back some of that love and play around a little (especially with writing for members i've never written before) by doing a little event. SO... until my birthday on the 14th MARCH, i'm going to be be taking prompt requests! (t's + c's under the cut, please read them! i will delete any asks that don't follow these simple guidelines.)

EVENT RUNTIME —

exactly four weeks, from today! any asks sent with requests after THURSDAY 14th MARCH will be deleted!

HOW TO —

to send a request, just send me an ask containing both the member you're requesting for and a prompt from one of the following lists! fluff | smut | angst

PLEASE NOTE —

regardless of whether your request is for smut, fluff or angst, MY BLOG IS STRICTLY FOR PEOPLE 18+ ONLY. please respect this. minors, do not interact with me: you will get blocked.

if you can, try not to be too specific with your requests: ideally, member + prompt only. however, if you picked a fluff prompt but wanted it to be a smut piece, that's okay! just let me know. otherwise, keep it minimal.

i'm going to try to keep these relatively short (ie. no more than about 2.5k words each). don't hold me to that though. if something tickles my fancy it'll no doubt be more.

please be patient with me. i'm new to this. i may not (probably definitely won't) write these in order of receiving them. i might take some time to get to yours. i am not ignoring your ask! i'll likely even end up writing some of these after the event has ended. please don't come into my inbox asking where yours is because i might cry. thanks. <3

everything for this event will be tagged mw500party! do with that what you will.

i am not taking regular requests at this time! hard hours are always welcome (please come and drop your most unhinged thoughts in my inbox, i'll love u forever) but if you send a request that is not linked to a prompt as per this event, it will just get deleted.

if (strong on the 'if', i am 90% expecting this to flop and therefore for this post to self destruct in like 3 working days) i get overwhelmed with the number of these that get sent in, i may choose to close this up early. that's at my discretion. i'll try not to! and i'll let you know if that seems likely to happen.

and... that's it? i think! again, i really can't overstate how much it means to have you guys all here and supporting me. thank you, from the bottom of my silly little heart. i hope you'll stick around for wherever my brainworms take me from here on out. peace.<3

#j talks. #psa. #mw500party! #i'm not kidding if this flops none of u saw this post and we won't mention it ever again. KISSES <3 #i will pull a rita ora on you all. don't think i won't. #(no i have been debating over doing this for several weeks now but if i don't post it tonight perhaps! i never will! so here we are!) #(and am i procrastinating writing high fidel despite the fact it is 218 in like three days? maybe. WE AREN'T GONNA TALK ABOUT IT) #(me to me: i can finish this fic by his birthday and also write a dk fic too. easy.) (turns out me? is a fucking liar) (who knew) #(PLS SEND SOMETHING OR I WILL COMBUST MWAH MWAH LOVE U BYE) #i beg that u ignore the banner. my fucken brain juice equals zero. #OK ACTUALLY BYE NOW. bye

[cxpperhead]

Belated munday post but the little one is settling in nicely! He's taken to watching me when he thinks I'm not looking at him, horrible camera quality as the angle is wonky but the tank looks better/is more sizable than it appears from the side!

Unfortunately I forgot that flash was enabled and he slipped back into his cool hide after. Sorry for startling you, sweetheart. 😔

#🐍 || ooc #;; mun bullshit #He's been here just over a week and seems to be settling in quite nicely <3 #Loves his pinkies and is getting better with handling #The first two times he was quite a bit more flightly #Today he was calmer and just slithering through my fingers nicely #Gonna leave him alone a day or two so he can keep settling in and he'll get another pinky in another couple of days #I have no idea how old he is but think he was a bit underfed #Needs more than a little pinky every week sagsfsf #Sorry to have been quiet today was mostly recouping and resting up all day #Didn't have much energy beyond typical chores but feeling way less sore/exhausted now :D #Ror's an anery corn btw! #He looks so much prettier irl than the camera shows all these lovely greys and blacks and mochas <3 #Will try and get something done tonight now I'm feeling a bit better about writing

[becca-e-barnes]

thoughts on ps!dbf!bucky and thigh riding 👀

Stop it, this is one of my favourites, thigh riding is so simple but SO underrated 🙈

Because I think if there's anyone who understands just how good thigh riding can feel for his partner, it's ps!dbf!bucky. That man knows every trick in the book. He wrote the damn book. He laminated the pages of the book so they won't get wet. You get the idea.

And I love the thought of just a really slow, hazy, intimate afternoon with him that only speeds up out of need, rather than necessity. Just a lazy afternoon in bed, enjoying each other's company and no need to rush. There are no distractions other than your soft groans mingling with his and the faint sound of cars driving through the light rain that's falling outside.

It's cosy and familiar and there's a real comfort that comes with being so entirely wrapped up in him. His hands trail over your body, working their way under the t-shirt you're wearing, seeking out the warmth of your skin. His lips are firm and insistent, sliding against your own with a kind of ease that only comes from practice.

This feels so different to the scenes he films. Lust seeps into your movements so slowly, it reminds him none of this is orchestrated. You're touching him the way you want to touch him; you're not following a script and in return, he has the same freedom to just enjoy the moment.

"Baby..." He whispers, low and gravelly and you don't need to see him to know his eyes are closed. You take advantage of the chance to catch your breath, curling your fingers in his hair to pull him closer again after a second.

Instead of returning his lips to yours, they find their way to your neck, not that you have any issue with the open mouthed kisses he's now trailing down your skin. This is what he wants and you're more than happy to give it to him.

He allows himself a few seconds between kisses to just get entirely lost in you. He almost forgets the task at hand, he's so entirely consumed by the familiarity of the moment. The smell of your perfume, the heat of your body, the way you sound when you groan his name; everything screams 'home' to him. There's a gentle tenderness behind every touch and he doesn't want that to be forgotten.

But in the time he's spent inside his own head, he realises he's neglected your need a little more than he intended to. You're now gripping his thigh that had previously been just resting between both of yours, pressing your core down against it and oh, he didn't realise just how desperate you'd got until that point.

Your thin panties do nothing to hide your arousal, not that it was ever any secret given the way you're pressing his mouth to your neck and whimpering.

"Does that feel nice?" He teases quietly, pulling away from your neck so he can watch your face as you nod. "Good. I'm glad."

One of his hands holds your hip, guiding you back and forth over his thigh, making sure that you reach your full range of motion with each drag. "That's it, good girl. Nice and slow." A strange sort of pride blooms in his chest at the tiny sob of frustration he tears from your lips.

Your panties are entirely soaked through. Not that it ever takes very long but he's almost impressed by how little he's had to touch you to get you into this state.

"You're gonna make a mess, sweetheart." He sounds amused and ever so slightly condescending and it's just beautiful. "That's okay. You can go a little stupid if you want to. Hump my thigh if that's what you need." It sounds truly pathetic when he says it like that but at the same time, it feels so perfect you don't really have it in you to stop.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #dbf!bucky #ps!bucky #ps!dbf!bucky #I love writing him so much softer idec #I've damaged a ligament in my knee #but on the (mr) brightside #my dress today was ADORABLE #possibly one of my very favourites #I'm getting caught up on my sleep and I feel so much better for it #I'm gonna make my mood board tonight I think #and probably plot out the first 3 or 4 pieces in the new miniseries #I think I'm gonna work from home tomorrow and I'll take some time off in the morning #I need to do something impulsive #I want a new piercing or something idk

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <33

#hehe it's sunday again :3 #so breakfast time #i'm pretty much caught up in genshin rn #unless i wanna start working on another nation's exploration again #which is possible??? but maybe tomorrow hehe #anyways #we'll probably go get groceries tonight too #but maybe i could write or something as well? #it's probably gonna be a lazy day for the most part besides that #i hope today/tonight is a good one for you <333 #morning rambles

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

I had these weird recurring dreams I had in middle school that I mostly forgot but kept using as fuel for melodramatic daydreams where I was a secret agent slowly dying by poisoning or just me, a kid, dying slowly of brain cancer and it took me like most of a year to figure out that the reason all those angsty middle schooler daydream scenarios I was playing out in my head in the car or in bed at night had a strange edge of deja vu to them because they'd started out as barely remembered dreams. I think it clicked when I was sitting in an airport waiting to board a redeye flight to visit family. there's a certain feeling about sitting in an airport when it's dark out and you're tired. everything is a little bit off. it's a liminal space by definition but as a kid it has a strange melancholy to it that somehow I felt like I'd felt before, and it scared me. it wouldn't get out of my head. I didn't know it them but I was about to spend that entire trip, nearly two weeks, locked in that strange melancholy deja vu darkness. and the thing is that a part of me enjoyed it. was compelled by it. I was scared but it wasn't in a bad way. I called it bad dreams because I didn't have any other words to explain why it made me nervously excited to daydream my own death. it was a feeling of mystery, almost, and bittersweet. but the sweet in that word comes at the end. it was melancholy and I felt like I'd been there before and would die in that feeling. but I always wanted to know more about it. always wondered about the strange recurring dreams and imaginary worlds they sparked. there was always something fascinating about those to me. it always struck something in my emotions that nothing else really can.

and that's what listening to Circa Survive feels like to me

#like it's not depressing it literally just feels like liminal spaces and nighttime to me #which are things that I love so like. yeah #anyway in retrospect the dreams and stuff may have been a child's response to various situations in my extended family at the time #that I'm too tired to get into #I just kind of wanted to write all that analysis of liminal spaces and daydreams and then throw in the punchline of like #yeah so this is actually about a hardcore rock band :) #sjdkdfjskfnskgjs #I'm so tired tonight guys. I'm gonna watch an episode of something and go to sleepies #Lu rambles #living in liminalities #music #circa #ALSO in retrospect there was probably a lot of spiritual warfare happening in my life that specific summer. like weird stuff for me #where I had weird physical sensations whenever I would try to fall asleep and stuff??? but I was too young to really #take that into consideration #that summer DID teach me a love for liminality and the good stuff in melancholy though. so it had a purpose of course

[roguemonsterfucker]

don't mind me i'm just watching some monsterfucker movies for 'research' purposes

#getting some inspiration for this werewolf horror story #when i came up with the idea i had three movies in mind #dracula 2000 obviously because that's the one i was watching at the time #but i was also thinking of The Mummy 1999 #and so i watched that last night #and tonight i'm gonna watch a movie i only saw once but has lived in my head rent free #this movie is one i watched because Youtube suggested a review video for it and the review said it was awful #but the reason it was awful was because the monster noncon-ed the main female character #so i of course went 👀 and had to watch it #it is just objectively a badly done movie but it played with some fun ideas #so it helped inspire some things for my own writing #and for anyone worried i'm copying or stealing things for my own books: i'm not making money off my writing and i post it to ao3 #which is a fanfiction website #and even if i am heavily inspired by something you can rest assured it's my own take on the idea #i'm not James Somerton emotionlessly reading out someone else's writing #while the spark of inspiration may come from others it's all my own words and imagination bringing my version to life #and i'd never try to hide where i got ideas from #one of my stories (that I may post soon) is literally called Twilight But Better rofl

[woulddieforloki]

I kind of want to write a fic where Odin is about to banish Thor and Loki's watching it go down and the guilt is eating at him and right before Thor gets yeeted through the Bifrost, Loki yells, "IT WAS ME!" and, because that's actually words (and interesting words at that), Odin actually stops what he's doing to listen instead of just yelling a keyboard smash out loud, and Loki explains that he manipulated Thor into attacking Jotunheim, but it was never supposed to get that far and he's very sorry and it will never happen again. and he thinks he's mitigating the damage but instead Odin just banishes him instead (and he'd banish Thor too but he needs someone to take the throne and tbh what would it say about him as a dad if he has to banish all three of his kids?)

so then Loki ends up getting hit by Jane's car, except he's not an idiot so he doesn't run around screaming at the sky about being hammered and Darcy never has to taze him so he never ends up in the hospital so they're off to a good start already.

and they get to talking (and they're all very confused and operating under completely different understandings of the situation) and Loki figures out he's in Midgard entirely because they don't know what the Nine Realms are and Midgard is the only realm stupid enough not to know that. Jane mentions that they're scientists and Loki just kinda scoffs at that because scientists on Midgard are like childrens' tutors in Asgard, and Jane is equally offended and impressed.

and I choose to think that Odin never takes Loki's magic away the way he did to Thor's because he can't take it away. if he could, he would've done that before they threw him in the dungeon in TDW. so Loki still has his magic so it's pretty easy to convince them that he's a god (and honestly they're more convinced than he is because he just found out that he might possibly be Jotun?)

so they end up taking Loki with them (against Selvig's better judgment) because he sounds like a know-it-all and he ends up pretty much being a know-it-all so that works well for Jane. and actually it kinda maybe works too well? because she starts to fall in love with him and surprise, it's a Lokane fic and he starts to fall for her and they have babies and live happily ever after!

no jk idk what would happen but I'm thinking Mjolnir would still be out there so maybe Loki would go to check it out and he'd probably have better luck with it because he's magic so it's pretty easy to get everyone out of his way but he's definitely not worthy so he can't wield it but it does get them both tangled up with SHIELD probably?

idk apparently I can only thing of Lokane fic ideas if they have no ending so that's all I got lmao

#it feels poetic tbh that my first lokane fic was in the TVA where we last saw Loki #and that this second Lokane fic would be in Thor where we first saw Loki #(and also that the other fic i have with them (platonically) is after Thor 4 where we last see Jane) #i honestly might write this #i shouldn't like if I'm gonna start something new it should be my Loki/Wanda HYDRA fic because I've been thinking about it for months #but i kinda wanna write this one #maybe I'll just start it tonight and maybe write some tomorrow and then throw it in my folder of abandoned wips idk #lokane #also i must add that my other lokane fic also was just a beginning premise and no ending (although i do have one more chapter of it i need #to write and i just CAN'T so i have no excuse to not have one last chapter before i give up) #so this is very much a trend for me lmao #lokane fics are unfinishable i fear </3 #fic idea? #back on my bullshit

[byanyan]

gonna... set down a soft little inbox call. ♡ for a glittery little problem to pop up in ur ask.

#I'm not gonna send u meme prompts I'm gonna write u a thing #gonna try to keep it limited to one paragraph but we all know my tendency to get carried away #I want to do SOMETHING but drafts aren't agreeing w me rn #this is always a fun backup plan #will try to get them out tonight but we'll see - might be tomorrow #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ inbox call ⋮ please keep me down from the ledges.

[antisocialxconstruct]

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#turning my brain to absolute soup with something unbelievably gay I've been wanting to write for a while now BUT... #I have to put it aside because Royal Blood tonight 🤘 🤘 #probably the last concert I'm gonna get to until next spring noooooooo where will I get my winter dopamine

[queenlucythevaliant]

The Weary World

For the colonists of Tycho-16b, Sol burned out on Christmas Eve night. This irony was not lost on the Mayphis sisters.

When Iza rose early on Christmas Eve, Emmy was already up and fiddling with the fuel cell settings. There were warm spiced buns on the table: not quite cinnamon, but sweet and goey all the same.

Most of the Christmas decorations from Earth had been lost, but they had managed to hold on to Mom's set of Dresden angel figurines. During Advent, they shared the shelf with Emmy's collection of model starships, which Iza privately found rather funny. Great big space angels towering over little metal ships, like in a pulpy sci-fi book. Still, the angels were beautiful: a small, lovely remnant of the home that no longer was.

For the most part, that Christmas Eve passed like any other. All afternoon, Iza and Emmy took turns retelling Christmas stories that they remembered from childhood: "The Gift of the Magi," "How the Grinch Stole Christmas," "It's a Wonderful Life," and so forth. After dinner, they prayed together and Emmy read the Nativity story out of the paper Bible. The pages made pleasant, nostalgic sounds as they turned.

Although there was a viewing party scheduled at the high school, they had decided not to go. It felt irreverent in more ways than one.

There was very little talk between sisters as dusk fell. Emmy just gestured to the backyard with a jerk of her chin, and Iza followed. They dragged travel cots out into the gathering dark and set them side by side in the dry, yellow grass.

It was Iza who broke the silence. "'It's the End of the World As We Know It' could be a Christmas song now, you know."

Emmy looked blank for a moment, but then she tossed her head back and laughed. "And the wise men said, 'We saw his star when it rose in the east, but then it went supernova and now we're lost,'" she retorted.

Iza chuckled, but the end of it turned into a sigh. "Why don't I make us a fire?"

"Yeah. That sounds nice."

There weren't many trees on Tycho-16b. Not like in upstate New York, where Iza and Emmy had spent their childhood, where the trees grew thick and dense and covered up the sky. On Tycho-16b, the sky was clear and endless. Picking out Sol was easy, once you knew which direction was which. Even though the fire was blazing hot now, Iza looked up and shivered. Soon, soon it would be gone.

Wordlessly, Emmy came over and arranged a blanket over her sister's shoulders. She moved to return to her own cot, but Iza grabbed her arm and held on. "Stay here," she said.

It was eerily quiet with everyone else in the neighborhood across town at the high school, so eventually Emmy started to sing carols. Her voice was high and sweet, if a little mournful: "They looked up and saw a star shining in the East beyond them far, and too the earth it gave great light and so it continued—"

After a while, Iza tucked her head into the crook of her sister's neck and slid halfway onto her lap. Emmy kept singing, softly. "O Little Town of Bethlehem," "O Holy Night." Somehow, she'd never noticed just how many Christmas carols mentioned the stars.

They were almost asleep when the flash of brightness appeared just where they were expecting it. Instantly, Emmy and Iza were both wide awake.

Emmy leapt to her feet, roughly shrugging Iza off her in the process. Bright silver lit up Sol's little twinkling diamond like the lighting of a match. Almost violent, really. The instinct to do something coursed through Emmy's blood, as though she could somehow stop it from happening.

Still on her cot, Iza made a kind of choked noise. "Maybe I shouldn't have watched it again," she whispered.

When the brightness dimmed a bit, Emmy flopped back down beside her sister, still looking up. "I never understood why you watched it the first time."

Light traveled slowly for the children of the FTL generation. It took light waves years to reach places that they could take their ships in a matter of months. For the children of FTL space travel, light was a thing that could be outrun.

Earth's sun had gone nova six and a half Universal Standard Years before, in June. It had engulfed the earth in flame. Iza had seen it from the viewport of the last ship as it fled away into the stars. Emmy had not; she'd hidden in their cabin with her reading pad and a cup of synthetic tea.

Now, the last of the light had caught up to them. Iza had cried all night, the first time.

She wasn't crying now. Her voice was almost a sob, but her eyes were dry. "It's not really the end, not yet. You know that, right?"

"'Rage, rage against the dying of the light,'" replied Emmy.

"'All shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well,'" Iza countered.

Sol was silver-bright and dead. Six and a half light-years away, Earth and all its cities and mountains and oceans were nothing but space dust. And we're here, thought Emmy, suddenly bone-weary at the thought.

They laid back down after a while, Iza resting against the hollow of Emmy's body, radiating warmth. They stayed that way for a long, long time. Emmy's eyes drifted shut, but Iza kept gazing up and up. The fire burned down to coals, then went out.

Finally, with a yawn, Iza roused and shook herself. "We should go back inside," she said.

"You don't want to sleep out here?"

"Not really. It's Christmas tomorrow, remember? Gotta be up early."

Emmy squinted at her watch. "It's after midnight now, actually. Merry Christmas, Iz."

"Merry Christmas," Iza replied. Then, after a moment, "I wonder how much wearier the world can get before Christ finally comes back?"

"Oh, c'mon, you know it can always get wearier. But then, I think you were right before. All shall be well."

#okay so originally this was gonna be an outline for my Inklings Challenge Christmas story #then it turned into a draft #and then i read laurelin's 'longing for heaven hours: advent edition' post #so now I'm just sharing it as is #I'll write something else for the challange. this story is for tonight #it's very much how i feel right now #however since i am posting it as is i do need it understood that there was zero revision and zero research involved just saying #pontifications and creations #leah stories #unto us a child is born

[pearl-kite]

home again (we're home)

Something short that started with no direction, but waiting for Sam's next video is consuming my brain SO

Full thing is here AND on AO3. Paging @ejunkiet, as requested

You feel like home, Darlin'

They almost hadn't heard the rest, and Sam seemed to take their initial silence as fear. But they weren't scared, no, and they rushed to reassure him, pushing aside the thoughts that had frozen them in some semblance of hesitation.

feel like home

It echoes in their head as they lay curled against Sam's side later, swirling through a cocktail of emotions. A little disbelief, a little confusion, but eclipsing everything is a dizzying giddiness, and in between reveling in that unfamiliar feeling they try to pin down what about Sam's words had stunned them.

home

They don't know what home is. Not really. They know it in a textbook sense, they know it in the kitschy quotes about where the heart is way. But if they had been asked about their home?

Ever since moving to Dahlia during high school they'd felt relegated to the edges. Present and there, but not within. They know, consciously, that they do belong, especially with the way David has been careful to remind them lately, but that sense of belonging that was supposed to come with home had never been there. Before they left or after they returned, it didn't feel like home.

They had hoped that returning to their father's side of the family in Washington would have helped, but the sense of trespass was even worse there. They had been gone too long, and they didn't have the time-proof bond to that pack that their father had had. And even if it had as a child, it didn't feel like home.

They don't think about it often. Not in the way someone might avoid thinking about an uncomfortable subject, just as something that rarely floats to the surface of their thoughts. They've gone so long feeling rootless that it's simply a state of being, as neutral and unfeeling a law as gravity. It's made it just as easy to come back to Dahlia as it was to leave.

No, whatever Sam had seen in their reaction hadn't been apprehension or fear, but surprise as they were confronted with a sudden rewriting of their definition. 

I feel like home

The thought makes them smile, and they smother a giggle by turning their face against Sam's side. 

"Somethin' funny, Darlin'?" Sam's question comes in a quiet murmur, and they can tell he's wearing one of those smug little smiles of his.

They turn their head to narrow their eyes at him, but they can't hide a smile of their own. They try to make it more of a smirk, at least. "Pretending to sleep so you can spy on me? That's rude, old man."

He is smiling, but it's not smug, it's soft. It's never so conceited to be called smug, like the smiles they're used to seeing on others. They still marvel at how much he's capable of showing in such a small expression, and that the softness is directed at them so often. "My apologies, but your choice of where to laugh makes it a bit difficult to ignore." He doesn't comment on their change of subject, allowing the evasion.

But the deflection had been a reflex, a long-perfected habit of avoiding answering questions of all sorts. Sam never pushed when they did it, and many times they took the out that he offered.

They don't want to do that. 

"I was just… thinking about home." 

He's still looking at them, and they drop their gaze. Too soft; they still struggle to feel like they deserve any of that softness, and expressing their own? They're almost painfully out of practice, but they hope it gets easier.

"Oh?"

They take a slow breath as they shift, forcing themself to look again. It has to get easier. 

"I think we're both home now."

#kirehn writes #HAH this time I remembered to actually include the link to ao3 instead of mentioning it and not linking it #anyway really hoping the early access happens earlier than gavin's did or I probably won't be able to sleep tonight #I just love them so much your honor ;3; #redacted asmr #redacted sam #redacted darlin #uhhhhhh yeah #I'm gonna go accept my post office job offer now #and roll around waiting for this next audio #watch me hit post now and notice something that will bother me #ah well whatever

[running-in-the-dark]

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#it's just. so fun when you're yearning for something hard enough that it feels like you've got a fever. I... am not cut out for this #(writing things. that involve people. that I want to touch. badly.) #it's literally so ridiculous. can't even write a conversation with someone without making myself feel like I'm ill lol #nothing is happening! not the slightest bit of anything at all. and I'm just sitting here fanning myself like it's the middle of summer and #I'm about to pass out #this also isn't good for my productivity. because it's more fun than doing something useful #also much MUCH better than just thinking about it. I don't know why it took me 32 years to realise that hey. my mind can't drift off in the #middle of every second sentence if I'm just writing it down. seems obvious now. but. I am not smart. so. #i mean it is kind of nice to just. get to do the same parts over and over again for literal months but also. it gets frustrating. #anyway. that is too much information again because I already feel weird enough about this #but you know how it is. I have a thought so the mutuals need to know. etc. #man I am stupid #annnd I think I need to stop for tonight because my head genuinely feels like it's gonna start melting any minute now #ah yes. dialogue. about nothing. scandalous. 🤦🤦🤦🤦 #personal

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <3

#okay so i finished the event yesterday so aside from like the remaining songs to play around with I'm done #and i'm gonna keep playing with the song function bc i love the rhythm game events so much #but at least i can finally start the hsr quest today since i should be done with genshin before 1:30 and that'll give me plenty of time :3 #need to get more screenshots beyond that #arle story quest; demo; the zayne card; plus the cutscenes from the latest event (plus also like previous events??) #i have my graphics pretty low so the game runs smoothly so i can't just get good screenshots lol #i need a better laptop or something but i just got this last April so i have to deal with it until it inevitably dies on me lol #but anyways #other plans for today #i really wanna write something #i've been vaguely under the weather for a bit so my evenings have been rather lazy #but like i /want/ to write something for arle like it's a need #especially now that i'm building the lore for us #anyhow #i hope today/tonight is kind to you <3 #morning rambles