#krystal details

[whatdoyoucallatree]

I’m not sure how in-depth Edwin’s time in hell is or how it canonically works with demons and such, but this man drops the fact he’s been TRADED by demons and I haven’t seen one person talk about this. Does this mean he’s been through multiple punishments? Has he been thrown around different levels of hell? If so, no wonder the map he made was so detailed, because if he’s been in SO MANY places.

Also, family is a big thing in dead boy detectives, you’ve got Crystal (or Krystal idk) who’s parent I’d assume would be a big plot point for her character in season 2 if they get one, Niko and her dad who she wants to bring back to life and Charles who’s parents are a whole thing in his backstory. Edwin hasn’t said anything about his family and I want to know why, like, was that done purposefully? Or is his family just genuinely unimportant, does he remember his family??

#dead boy detectives

[nanowrimo]

How to Write a Quality First Draft

Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. ProWritingAid, a 2023 NaNo sponsor, helps you turn your rough first draft into a clean, clear, publish-ready manuscript. Today, author Krystal N. Craiker shares some tips on how to make sure your first draft has some good bones to start with:

One question I often hear about National Novel Writing Month is, “Won’t my novel be of terrible quality?”

It’s true that writing 50,000 words in 30 days won’t give you a polished manuscript. And it’s always great to embrace the creative mess of the first draft.

However, there are some tricks to ensure that your first draft has plenty of usable content. These tips are also a great way to move your story along when you get stuck.

1. Have a Plan

Pantsers, this might be hard to hear. But having even a basic outline of your story can ensure you stay on track. You don’t have to sacrifice creativity when you outline. After all, you’re still the author creating a story. 

A detailed outline can even act like your messy first draft. The more work you put into planning, the better your first draft will be. When I spend more time plotting, I spend far less time cutting things from my later drafts.

2. Make Every Scene 3D

Okay, I get it. Not everyone is a plotter. Luckily, there are other things you can do to ensure your first draft is good quality. One is adding enough sensory detail to bring your story to life.

I like to use a 3D method: have at least three of the five senses in every scene. It’s a great trick to improve the flow of your scene. Take a few minutes to immerse yourself in your story and write what your characters are experiencing.

You might change it or move it around in your final draft, but you’ll save yourself time during revisions if you add sensory detail from the beginning. 

3. Reword Your Writing

Sometimes we get stuck after one bad sentence. The imposter syndrome kicks in, and the scene just falls flat. 

Ideally, we completely turn off our inner editor during NaNoWriMo. But when you encounter that one pesky sentence, it’s okay to rewrite it. 

You can use a tool like ProWritingAid’s Rephrase. Just highlight your sentence, click Rephrase, and select a new sentence. Rephrase uses your own words and enhances them. And don’t worry about security and privacy—ProWritingAid never uses your writing to train AI.

4. Embrace the Chaos

Of course, the most important thing about National Novel Writing Month is to embrace the messy creative process. It’s okay not to have a perfect manuscript at the end of the month—no one will. 

Everyone will need to revise, edit, and rewrite after November ends. That’s why NaNoWriMo includes "I Wrote a Novel... Now What?" resources. And when you’re ready to turn your mess into a masterpiece, ProWritingAid will be there to help.

Krystal N. Craiker is the Writing Pirate, an indie romance author and content writer who sails the seven internet seas, breaking tropes and bending genres. She has a background in anthropology and education, which bring fresh perspectives to her romance novels. When she’s not daydreaming about her next book or article, you can find her cooking gourmet gluten-free cuisine, laughing at memes, and playing board games. Krystal lives in Dallas, Texas with her husband, child, and basset hound.

Top photo by No Revisions on Unsplash

#nanowrimo #writing #first draft #writing advice #writing tips #by nano sponsor #firstdraftpro #krystal n. craiker

[taeriilight]

★ ꤫࣪ 🛒 ͟﹢࣪ taerii's formula to become 'THAT' b*tch who's got it all in life <3

first off, tell me what version of yourself comes to your mind when you hear the phrase "got it all in life". list down every single detail about them & what they have to qualify for the title "that b*tch" ─ it can be anything; beauty & brains, fame & wealth, power & glory or maybe all of those combined !!

then go down to more details, "beauty" - what kind of looks do you want? what does your ideal self look like? what kind of clothes do they wear? what is their eye colour? what is their body like? and anything else you could think of.

moving on to the next category, "status" - wealthy/rich/upper middle class/billionaire/famous/not so famous etc etc, "personality" "friends" "partner" and basically add more categories as you like !! [ the more the better ]

now here comes the fun part,

...

make your ideal self an "alter ego" ;))

y'know how Hannah Montana has two lives? YES. don't think of your ideal self as someone you 'want' to be, think of it as YOUR *OWN* SECOND LIFE YOOOO

think of her as an 'idealized' version of yourself. give it a name, ( mine's "crystal/krystal" LMAOO )

don't think of her as something you're trying to become, think of her as a person who already exists within you. finally, all you need to do is embody her 😋

now, to slowly let your alter ego become your only ego ( basically to become your ideal self )

play pretend. act the way your alter ego would act, think the way your alter ego would act, do stuff your alter ego would do, say the things your alter ego would say, feel the way your alter ego would feel !!

does your ideal self feel insecure while taking pictures? nope. so go get that confidence and pretend you already ARE your alter ego ;)

=͟͟͞♡ the secret is this. you think of your ideal self, you pretend you're her and you become her.

now that's MY formula, the rest is up to you ;)

[ remember: there are no rules whatsoever, you're limitless and anything is possible !! ]

[surely-sims]

My second screen/drawing tablet died (rip) so today I'm doing one screen projects Overriding all the krystal kreations rings to work with kijiko skin detail eyelashes :-)

#wheee

[vixendollie]

sim dump 01: Krystal Haywood

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♡︎.ᐟજ⁀➴ skin details: ∘ Northern Siberia Winds - baby face kit ∘ Northern Siberia Winds - eye shaping pack ∘ Miiko - face kit no.1 ∘ Nesurii - little details ∘ Miiko - lip kit ∘ Northern Siberia Winds - https://skins_genetics_presets ∘ Obscurus - maxis match genetics set ∘ Miiko - 3D eyelashes ∘ Obscurus - skin n27 maxis match and genetics

♡︎.ᐟજ⁀➴ eyes: ∘ Northen Siberia Winds - eyes n11

♡︎.ᐟજ⁀➴ brows: ∘ Pralinesims - fleuret n111

♡︎.ᐟજ⁀➴ makeup: ∘ Angissi - lipstick a171 ∘ Cosimetic - eyeshadow n156 ∘ Angissi - blush a16 ∘ Cosimetic - eyeliner n192

♡︎.ᐟજ⁀➴ clothing: ∘ Jius - Canvas Sneakers 02 & 03 ∘ Babytears - y2k and cybercore (top) ∘ Gorilla X3 - oversized cargo jeans

♡︎.ᐟજ⁀➴ nails: ∘ Joliebean - nail it!

#sims 4 #sims 4 cc #sim dump #simblr #sims4cas #sims 4 maxis match #ts4 maxis cc #maxis match cc #ts4 #cc links #cc finds #simdump

[anon2710]

if criminal minds was a family, my pov

disclaimer: this doesn't include every character from every season, but on the characters that I connected with and fit with my headcanons the most -- i.e., these aren't fact, just how i see it <3

also i.e., pls pls don't be mad if we have different headcanons

the basics:

aaron hotchner: father, single dad, can be strict but will always listen to and be there for his kids, doesn't smile very often but has the BEST, most contagious laugh

david rossi: cool, fun uncle, gave the kids their first sip of alcohol (only when they're 21 though), the more 'chill adult', a playboy, but finally married their aunt krystall who is their favorite

derek morgan-hotchner: oldest child & son, very protective of his siblings, a little bit of a playboy but does settle down, smart without trying

emily prentiss-hotchner: nicknames are em and ems, second oldest, oldest daughter, very smart (smarter than her little brother spencer sometimes) and the most emotionally intelligent of the siblings though this surprises most people because she's very rebellious and very private - opens up to people but with time

jennifer jareau-hotchner : nicknames are JJ and jaje, middle child, quiet and responsible, very popular athlete, surprisingly kind of a badass when her family or friends (especially her little brother and sister) are hurt

spencer reid-hotchner: nickname is spence, youngest son, penelope's twin, very smart with an IQ of 187 and very sensitive, sometimes gets bullied but always protected by older brother derek, a bit nerdy like his twin

penelope garcia-hotchner: nickname are pen, penny and garcie, youngest child and daughter, spencer's twin, a little bit loud and boisterous at times but also very sensitive and kind, great at computers and majored in comp-sci in college

tara lewis, matt simmons, luke alvez: triplets, but not related to the hotchners, though they have been family friends with them for years and are treated as family

luke: very popular, football player and jock but not a playboy at all, a little quiet and secretly a nerd, LOVES musicals and baking

tara: very smart, loves psychology and crime-thrillers, very funny and and a bit of a smart-alec, loves teasing her little brother luke

matt: nickname is matty, very mature, very kind and very responsible, also a football player with his brother, often breaks up the arguments between tara and luke when one or the other takes it too far

other details of the headcanon

aaron is currently dating beth who will hopefully be the family's step-mom soon (aaron has been planning to propose for a long time and the kids keep teasing their dad that it'll never happen)

though derek is a playboy all throughout high school, he eventually settles down with a smart girl on the pre-med track in college named savannah

derek often gets into fights with his dad, especially when he was younger, but that's happens less as he gets older and when he finds comfort in savannah

JJ's been dating her high-school sweetheart, Will, since freshman year, they've already started planning how many kids they want and their names (as it stands: 2 boys and a girl, henry, michael and maggie)

matt has also been dating kristy forever, since high-school and they both want a big family

emily, jj and tara are an unlikely trio of best friends; emily has only ever told the other two her biggest fear

derek, matt and luke are also best friends and often include spencer in their hang-outs

penelope and luke were very 'will they, won't they' for a long time because penelope often resisted luke's charm because she was afraid of getting hurt, but eventally start dating and are everyone's favorite couple

penelope dated a bunch of assholes before luke (kevin, shane, tyler) and is part of the reason why she was afraid to date luke -- luke is aware of this and does her best to treat her like a queen

spencer just started dating max but can see himself marrying this girl; max has helped him come out of his shell

spencer is the older twin by 5 minutes and often holds this over penelope's head

matt is the oldest triplet, then tara and then luke (who is the baby and treated as such by his siblings)

spencer and penelope are built-in best friends and watch doctor-who, marvel and star-trek marathons together -- max and luke join these when each couple starts dating

tara, luke and matt often see aaron/dave as parental figures and lean on them for support

they are all very protective of each other, but everyone is the most protective of penelope

tara and penelope call luke 'lukey' as a nickname to bug him, but he secretly loves it

the eight kids (penelope, luke, matt, tara, emily, jj, spencer, derek) don't have that much of an age gap between them so they are all very close, hang-out a lot and very much fit the found-family trope

dave and aaron take the kids (including matt, tara and luke) on a family trip every year -- 2024 is going to be a beach trip

Okay, I have a lot more, but these are some :) love to hear your thoughts on this

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #david rossi #penelope garcia #luke alvez #derek morgan #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #spencer reid #matt simmons #tara lewis #kristy simmons #max brenner #headcanons #family au #garvez #willifer #hotch and beth #derek and savannah #kristy and matt #spener and max #krystall and rossi

[acourtofsnakes]

Dream A Little Dream Of Me - Morpheus x F!Reader

Summary: To others, the world of dreams is something only to be explored at night. To enjoy and wonder at but then to forget about when you wake up. But for you, it's quite literally an escape. The Dreaming is your home, your reality whereas the Waking world is that which feels false. When you're walking with your Lord of Dreams at your side, how could you possibly go back to normal life?

Warnings: None; some food and drink mentions, fluff, so much fluff, pining, declarations that I would personally pay to hear, Morpheus being head over heels for his Dream, some faint spoilers for the series?

Words: 5.3k+

A/N: So this was originally gonna be a oneshot... But now it might be a little mini series 😌

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Masterlist | Sandman Masterlist

You know me.

We have met before, here, in this realm of wonder and light, imagination and extravagance.

In the place where no wish is too big, no thought too small. There is happiness here, but there is also darkness.

Scales, perfectly balanced, perfectly weighted for one side cannot live without the other.

Dreamers need the Dark just as the Sun needs the Moon.

Just as you need me and I, you.

You know me.

I have many names… I am the King of Dreams, and Nightmares.

I am Morpheus, Dream of the Endless.

And I am yours.

When people called you a dreamer, you don’t think they realised just how true that is.

Because you spent every minute of your waking life in a world of your own, mind whirring as it crafted endless worlds of imagination and escape.

It wasn’t that you struggled in the waking world, that you were in pain as such. It was just… You were bored. And you were lost.

Bored with seeing the greed and viciousness in strangers.

Bored of the rules of magic only being real on pages or on screens. Because you knew that just wasn’t true.

You knew it was out there because you’d seen it.

You’d seen it in the way the moon rose high in the night sky, setting slight tone the stars scattered across the inky black like diamonds on velvet.

In the way the little birds dipped and dunked their heads in the bird table in your small garden.

You’d seen it in the way your eyes hungrily devoured the words in your book and your mind painted it so vibrantly, so clearly that you only had to lower your lashes and you were there.

Quite literally.

As soon as the sun went down and you fell asleep, you no longer walked the pavements of London’s streets.

No, you walked the endless, drifting paths of the Dreaming, with its swirling sky and its grand, beautiful gates.

You dipped into the reflective waters and swam through the depths to breath-taking worlds where dragons flew through the sky, where magic dropped from the fingertips of heroes and villains alike.

In this space, you were the leader of a revolution, the queen of a fallen kingdom, the explorer of lost relics and the powerful sorcerer of another universe.

The pages of your books became real, the characters rose up around you and welcomed you into their worlds, ran through their paths of fate at your side, guided you through their adventures like best friends.

And you loved it.

It all felt so real, so solid and detailed that it couldn’t just be fantasy.

He couldn’t just be a dream.

Because you didn’t walk these paths alone.

You had a partner.

A guide.

A kindred soul that filled your head with his endless blue eyes, his rumpled inky black hair that looked as soft as a bird’s wings, but most especially his voice.

His voice was like… the darkest chocolate, rich and smooth, sprinkled with the faint rasp of sea salt just to give it an edge that felt like fingertips dancing down your spine.

It was hypnotic, like velvet, leading you through your dreamscapes and echoing in your ears long after you’d woken up.

For years now, you’d walked arm in arm through the Dreaming with the Lord himself.

Lord Morpheus. Dream of the Endless. King of Dreams and Nightmares alike. 

“Hey, are you coming out with us tonight?” The sound of your friend’s voice filtered through the images of stormy-blue eyes, of gently lapping water and elegant castles reaching toward and endless canopy of stars.

You blinked yourself back to the present, focusing on the figure of Sam, your friend, standing before you at the counter. “Hm?” It took you a moment to process what he’d asked, and then you shook your head, “Oh, no, I can’t tonight I’m afraid, I’ve got way too much work to do and not enough time to do it in.” You laughed, turning to the counter behind you to put away the clean mugs.

Sam owned a coffee shop bakery, and you’d helped him build it up from the derelict space it had been, to the cosy, familiar place it was now. There was a certain dark academia vibe to it, with dark wood, lots of throws and cushions, a million and one books scattered around and a lot of tarot and dream inspired décor. It was a gorgeous place, and popular with the regular customers but it was never overcrowded. The place was Sam’s baby, and you were so proud of what he had achieved.

Your two other best friends worked here too, which equally made working here a breeze.

Sam raised an eyebrow at you, crossing his arms and leaning on the counter, “Your deadline isn’t for another month yet, surely you can spare a night off. You deserve it, you work so hard here and, on your course too.” You felt something small and plump donk you on the back of the head, “Come onnnnn.”

You peered over your shoulder, lifting your own brows in response to him, “Did you just throw a marshmallow at me again? You do realise you’re going to make Arc have a sugar addiction, don’t you?”

Arc, or rather Arcane, was a fluffy teddy bear of a black German Shepherd, who spent most days in the shop with you all, or at one of your homes. You all collectively owned him since you’d found him abandoned on the side of the road as a puppy after a night out three years ago.

After a trip to the vets, some minor treatment, and the assurance he didn’t belong to anyone, the four of you had adopted him and he rotated between homes throughout the week.

Spoiled baby.

Sam rolled his eyes, “He already has a sugar addiction and don’t change the subject.” He paused, his eyes softening, “You can’t spend all your life dreaming, babe.”

True to form, Arc came shooting from his bed, chasing the marshmallow across the floor before inhaling it.

You turned away, shooting a frown at the assortment of mugs in front of you. Sam knew about the drams you had, how vivid they were, how you woke up with a phantom feeling on your hands and that silken voice lingering in your ear.

He also knew how much you valued and cherished that escape… But what he didn’t know is that you believed it to be real.

He didn’t know that although you adored your life here, your friends and the coffee shop… You felt out of place. Like you had one foot somewhere else and everything was ever so slightly blurred. This reality felt like the world of dreams, and you sleeping life felt real.

You cleared your throat, shaking your head softly and moving to the till, “I’m not, Sammy, really. But I do have too much work to finish, I need to research for the final chapter of my assignment, and I have that meeting tomorrow I need to prepare for. I’m sorry, I really am.” You flashed him a smile, kissing his cheek as you brushed past, “Maybe next time.”

Arc followed after you, hunting for more treats and you laughed, handing the sweet boy another marshmallow.

Sam watched you go, a soft sigh in his throat but he loved you regardless of your head being somewhere else 98% of the time, “Yeah, okay.”

“Welcome back, my lady.” The familiar, even voice of the Dreaming’s librarian greeted you when you opened your eyes again that night. “You know, you don’t have to come through the gates every night. You could come to the palace instead if you preferred.”

Lucienne stood at the gates, her hands clasped in front of her and a soft smile playing about her lips as she waited for you.

A mirroring smile curled your own and you gave a little playful curtsey, “Good evening, Lucienne. It’s good to be back.” You cast an upward glance to the gates that never failed to take your breath away. You’d spent a solid two hours walking back and forth along them once, drinking in every single detail. “I know… But I love seeing them. And I like walking through the Dreaming and saying hello to everyone.”

Lucienne began to lead you back through, a near silent creak resounding behind you as the gates closed again, “Of course. They love to see you too, my lady. They always ask about you on the nights you aren’t here.” She chuckled a little, her eyes glimmering as she shot you a sideways glance, “Of course, they’re not the only ones.”

A delicate colour swept along your cheekbones at her words, the blood in your veins tingling and you feigned a look of complete innocence, “I have absolutely no idea what you mean, Lucienne. You must be mistaken.” The fact you were fighting a smile definitely didn’t help your pretend innocence.

The librarian laughed, bumping her shoulder into yours in a casual display of friendship you’d come to cherish, “Oh, come now. You know exactly who I mean.” She looked across the sweeping, endless landscape of the Dreaming, “I suppose the library doubling in size to contain your favourite fictional books, the gardens that now thrive with new flowers for every season, and the whole new astronomy tower on the palace, they are all just simply there, hm? Not that they appeared only when your visits became frequent? Or when you mentioned how much you loved the stars and wished you could see them more clearly?” She was on a roll now, “Or the fact I’ve seen him smile more since your first visit than I have the entire time I’ve known him?”

Well.

What could you say to that, exactly?

You looked across the Dreaming as you followed the path toward the palace, a warmth growing in your chest with every step closer to the place you were desperately wanting to call your home, “He’s an Endless, Lucienne. I’m a human. This is…” You shook your head, a little sigh catching in your throat, “This time together is a mere blink in his life.”

A noise of dissent rose from Lucienne, and she pulled you to a gentle stop, “My lady, I don’t think you realise what impact you’ve had here. On our Lord, too.” She looked over your face, a little frown forming on her own as her knowledgeable eyes read something you were hiding, “They said that you can’t live here again, didn’t they? That you need to live in the real world and stop dreaming so much.”

You gave her a faint smile, shrugging gently, “They’re only looking out for me. They think that all this…” You gestured to the landscape that people quite literally only dreamed of seeing, “It’s all in my head. They don’t believe it to be real. Just a fairy-tale.” A frown tugged at your face, and you looked away, the thought sneaking through your head despite how real this all felt, despite knowing in your heart this wasn’t a fantasy.

Lucienne lifted a hand to your shoulder, trying to catch your gaze, “Do you believe this to be real, my lady?” She tilted your chin up carefully, with her other hand, “Do you believe the creatures and the Dreams, the landscape, and the realm… me? Do you believe Lord Morpheus to be real?”

Her eyes were steady on you, brows slightly lifted as she watched you through her glasses, and you had the feeling she could read you far better than you could ever read yourself. You gave a little huff because she was right. “Yes, I do believe you all to be real. I know you are.”

She nodded once, taking her hand from your chin but keeping the other gently on your shoulder, “Then that is all that matters. As long as you believe, as long as you are happy here, it doesn’t matter what anyone else things.” She paused for a moment, “Though, I must say that we are very much real… but I suppose I would say that either way, wouldn’t I?”

You laughed softly, that heavy feeling in your chest lifting immediately, “I suppose you would, yes...’ You trailed off, looking across the impossibly surreal, gorgeous landscape, “I know you’re real, because I could never dream up anything like this. Ever. I couldn’t even write anything like this so…”

Lucienne hummed slightly, taking her hand from your shoulder, and beginning to lead you down the path, “I don’t know about that, my lady. I’ve read the tales of your dreams and life so far and... It’s extraordinary, the images and worlds you came up with. Even before you came here, there was always something special about you. The way your imagination worked. I always knew that one day -” She caught herself, stopping her sentence mid-flow like she’d spoken something she shouldn’t have.

Curiosity sung through you, her words prickling in your mind, “You always knew what?” You tilted your head, looking at her with that pressing interest burning in your eyes now, “You knew I’d come here?”

The librarian shook her head, opening her mouth to perhaps throw you off the scent but then she didn’t need to. She was saved by something else.

Or rather, someone else.

The pair of you had reached the sprawling bridge that crossed the span of the clear, flowing river, held up by two great, stone hands.

And standing in the centre, hands in the pockets of his elegant coat, was Lord Morpheus.

He cut a striking figure as always, not just from the sleek black clothes, but from his mere presence and height. The world seemed to bend around him, every living thing holding their breath and keeping their eyes on him in anticipation of what he might create next, what wonderful figments would come from the hands buried in his deep pockets.

The raven-black locks of his hair ruffled gently in the breeze, dancing over his forehead in such a way that even here, still on the path, you ached to brush it back from his alabaster skin.

Lucienne looked between the pair of you, noting how neither of you looked away and she aimed a small bow toward Dream before disappearing off somewhere, a grin crossing her lips as she turned away.

In all the magnificent, impossible beauty of this realm, both Dream King and Dreamer had eyes only for each other.

For you, he represented every single thing you craved. Adventure, imagination, the possibility of not “What if?” but “Why not?” He was steady and secure; he was fiercely loyal and determined and he made you feel like… You were something more. He made you want to embrace every single aspect of yourself, whether people in the living world would judge you or not. He was irrevocably his own person and you wanted to have that same self-assured confidence, even in your faults.

For Morpheus… You were ethereal. You were something even he couldn’t have ever created, for you superseded whatever his mind could fathom into existence. You burned with a flame of life so bright that you dimmed those around you. It was as if one of the stars from the skies above him had fallen and settled within you. The way you saw magic in every corner of the world, both living and Dreaming, and were determined to not only see it but keep it there. You belonged somewhere where that imagination could grow, where your beguiling, incredible personality could thrive and fill those up around you.

Even your shadows, the threads of pain and past that you carried with you were beautiful. He wanted to learn them, with your permission, to see how they made you strong, even on your weakest days. He wanted everything. He wanted your love, your happiness, and your joy. He wanted your anger and your anguish. He wanted the Dreams in your head and the words from your lips.

Simply put, he was enraptured by you, in such a way that he didn’t believe he could feel again.

His imprisonment at the hands of mortals had shown him how cruel the world still was, just in different ways now. There was such greed and darkness in the world, a stain that was heavier than the Nightmares he created, and he believed that his faith would never be restored in those who once walked the planes of love and fascination.

And yet, you were starting to make him see different. If such wonder and light could reside in you, maybe all was not lost after all.

Dream smiled, that perpetual pouty expression melting into a soft smile that was yours, and yours alone, “Hello, my little Dream.” His voice slid over the words like silk, deep and slow, magnetic in its cadence and alluring in tone.

His voice, his presence, it all called to you until you walked forward, stopping before him and giving a playful little curtesy, dipping your head before lifting it to look up at him, “Hello, Mor.” Your own voice was soft, at peace as you gazed up at your Dream Lord.

Dream’s eyes carefully roamed your face and body, like they always did to check you were okay. They returned to your own eyes, lingering on them as if he could see into your soul and your heart.

Those endless cerulean eyes flickered, narrowing a little, “They told you to stop dreaming again, didn’t they?” His voice had deepened, turning harder round the edges, a lick of ancient, all-encompassing danger dancing along the edges as his expression darkened.

Funny how both him and Lucienne read it so clearly in your face. Were you that obvious? Or did they just know you that well?

You shrugged gently, giving him a smaller smile, “They’re just worried about me, Mor, that’s all.” You thought back to Lucienne’s words, “They don’t understand that I feel more at home and at peace here than I do in the waking world.” You reached out, gently tugging the lapel of his soft, flowing coat, “Don’t worry about it, I’m okay. I promise.”

One of his hands came up to circle your wrist gently, his long fingers warm on your skin as they kept your hand to his chest. The other lifted higher, the crook of his knuckle resting just beneath your chin, and he tilted your head up, “You feel at home here?” The softness was back to his voice, but this tone was different. You were learning what they meant, and this one was as if… As if he was hanging on your every word, that what you said next meant more to him than you could ever comprehend.

A shiver ran through your bones at his touch, a sense of belonging sinking into your blood, but at the same time his caress untethered you. It was like starlight; ethereal, powerful, glorious, and dangerous. Dangerous because you knew that you would do anything for this contact, for him, for Lucienne and for the Dreaming. His touch exploded on your skin like the skies above, and you were more than willing to fall headfirst into it and everything that came after.

You nodded faintly, not wanting to dislodge his touch and you breathed, “Yes.” With your eyes on his, your voice strengthened, desperate for him to believe it, “I do, Mor. I feel safe here. Loved. Like I can be whoever I want, dream whatever I want… No thought is too small or unimportant.” There was a brief hesitation before continued, “I don’t feel like I fit in amongst the waking world. It feels as though everything is a step ahead, like I’m trying to play catch up and I’m not quite there in body and mind. But here… with you…” You pressed your hand flat to his chest, feeling the steady beat of a heart that had pumped for eons, “This is home. I feel alive here, awake, like everything is crystal clear and mine to explore. I can breathe deeper here than I can back there.”

Dream noted how you didn’t call it home. How you called your mortal life “back there’ or ‘the waking world.” These two places were separate for you, one you cherished and one you felt lost in. You felt safe in this world, in his world. With him.

He cocked his head, brushing his thumb along your chin and jaw, relishing in the softness of your skin, the press of your hands into his chest that felt like they were pressing into his very bones and heart, cradling it as carefully as he was cradling you, because you were irrevocably precious to him. “You know you can be whoever you want to be here, my muse. You can be every aspect of yourself, and I will never shy away from you. Any part of you.” He looked between your eyes whilst his own blazed with a fierce intensity, a longing and something there you couldn’t quite work out. His words stole your breath away, coaxing it from your chest and replacing the space with a swirl of fluttering butterflies that promised great and beautiful things with each pulse of their wings.

You looked over his features again, leaning forward, with his hands still on your face and you pressed your forehead up against his gently, even though you had to stand on tiptoe. “Thank you, Mor… Thank you for looking at me and seeing everything.” You slid your arms from his chest to wind around his shoulders, even though the action sent soft shivers and fluttering’s of anticipation through your body… and his own.

Dream shuddered softly as though your touch awoke something in him, and his arms immediately came to wrap around your waist, holding you close to his body. You felt his nose press against the top of your head, felt him breathe you in and his arm tighten like he didn’t want to let you go.

He smelt incredible, like your favourite night-blooming jasmine and bergamot, like open night skies and stars, notes of rain and wind and something distinctly masculine, woodsy and comforting. His hand slipped up to cup the back of your head, his eyes closing as he breathed in your own scent again, felt your warmth and softness and the even beat of your heart. “This will always be your home, little dream. I promise you that.”

You stayed wrapped up in Dream’s embrace for… what could have been hours. Until you both eventually pulled back from each other, and he caressed your face once more before holding out his arm to you, and leading you toward the grand, majestic palace in which the dragons lifted their heads in greeting to, in their eyes, the Lady of the Dreaming.

If only you knew.

“How have things been? Are your siblings still causing you trouble?” You were sitting outside on the bank of soft grass at the edge of the lake surrounding Morpheus’ castle.

The Lord of Dreams was cross-legged next to you, his long cloak spread out behind him like a spill of ink. He looked over at you from the water, something softening in his eyes like always when his gaze was resting on his Dream, “Surprisingly not. Desire has instead taken to leaving me alone, which I admit concerns me more than if they were interfering.” His lips pulled into a thoughtful pout, “I’m sure I’ll find out the reason for their silence, soon enough.”

You chuckled a little, running a blade of grass through your fingers, “It’s always fascinated me how… human you are. You’re all the anthropomorphic personifications of such powerful emotions, you’ve been alive for millennia and yet you still have the typical siblings’ dynamics that mortals have.”

That pout melted into a little wry grin and he shrugged softly, “Even the Endless argue and bicker over who the better sibling is.” He gazed at you for a moment longer, then shook his head, hair ruffling in the breeze, “Enough about me. I want to hear about you.”

You cocked your head, raising a brow teasingly at him, “You already know everything there is to know about me, Mor.” It was true. You felt as though he knew you better than anyone did… Which you supposed was true. You’d told him things that no one in the mortal world knew about you, hopes and dreams that you’d never voice aloud.

Morpheus turned to face you properly, reaching out to take your hand in his own, sliding his long fingers through yours, “I want to hear it all again… Please. I want to hear about the dreams you had as a child, your favourite colour and the season you like best. I want to hear what food makes you feel alive and which genre of music makes your heart glow like the stars I see in your eyes.” He looked over your face, brushing his thumb against yours, “I want to hear every little thing that makes my Dream who she is.”

Your heart began to quicken at his words, that fluttering feeling humming in your blood and making it feel as though your chest was going to burst. He was looking at you like you were the only thing in this realm and all the others, the only spot of awe and beauty in a place where anything was possible.

There was a shift happening, something altering in the air as soon as you saw him on that bridge and something like anticipation caressed down your spine. You took a breath, feeling the tremor there and instead, you asked him, “Why?”

Dream blinked, as if surprised you could be wondering such a thing, “Why?” He held your hands to his chest, leaning forward over his crossed legs so he could be closer, “Because you are… extraordinary. You are unlike anyone I have ever met, both mortal and otherwise. You dream and imagine in such a way that even I cannot fathom, and it’s… incredible.” His eyes shone, lined with silver, and implored you to believe him, to see yourself how he saw you.

Your throat tightened at his words, you own eyes beginning to burn and grow glossy as you watched this man, this god, try to convince you that you were something he was inspired by, that he was in awe of you when he was responsible for the creation of such unbelievable things, “Mor…” You could manage no more than a whisper, for fear of your voice breaking.

He shook his head gently, lifting one of his hands to cup your jaw. His long fingers traced your jawline, carefully, as if you were the most precious thing he had ever set eyes on, before letting his fingers curl behind your ear. His thumb skated along your cheekbone, those cerulean eyes drifting down to your lips for a moment, “The thought of you being in the mortal realm, amongst those who try and suffocate your dreams… I can’t stand it. You belong in a place where you can be free, where you can be whoever you want.” He looked up at you through his dark lashes, his inky hair tumbling over his forehead, “You should be here.” He looked between your eyes, his throat bobbing on a swallow, “You should be here with me.”

And there it was.

The words that you had been longing to hear from the moment you stepped foot in this realm and walked side-by-side with Dream of the Endless. The words you couldn’t figure out how to ask on your own, finally spilling from his lips and wrapping you in their embrace.

A soft little laugh left your lips, breathy and light and you opened them to respond, to let all of your own feelings come free… But then a shudder ran down your body.

You felt simultaneously too heavy and too light at the same time, and you could no longer feel the soft ground beneath you, but instead the squishiness of a mattress.

“No...” Dream’s voice broke on that single syllable, the hope in his eyes dying and he pulled you closer, like holding you to his body would prevent you from slipping away. Even the thought of you being gone for another day was torture, especially after he had revealed the desperate desire to have you with him, a desire he’d had since he first laid eyes on you.

You clung to his arms, curling your fingers in the soft fabric of his coat as your peripheral vision began to blur, the structures of the Dreaming bleeding away like watercolour on a canvas. “Don’t let me go, Mor. Please. I don’t want to go back.” You shook your head, this time feeling even more painful than all the other nights, because your words were on your lips, you wanted to speak them, to hold him, to say yes…

But time was a cruel thief.

Morpheus kept his eyes steady on yours, even though those lines of silver were spilling down his cheeks now, “Come back to me, my Dream. Come back to me and stay.” He brushed his thumb over your cheek again, ducking his head to press his forehead to your own, but you couldn’t feel it, only the ghost of a touch. “Please…”

His final whispered word was the last thing you heard as oblivion rained down, and a second later your eyes opened to the familiar sight of your bedroom, his words ringing in your ears.

The sounds of the milk steamer, the whirring grind of the coffee beans and the soft music in the background were a symphony that lulled you into your usual state of dissociation. It had gotten worse. Your daydreams tiptoed along the gates of the Dreaming, begging for him, and more than once you’d caught yourself nodding off, like your subconscious was yearning to get back to its home.

You felt, rather than saw Sam’s somewhat concerned eyes on you multiple times throughout the day, watching you on autopilot as you imagined the cosy coffee shop was nestled in a world of imagination and endless, swirling sky.

Realistically, you knew you couldn’t sleep forever, that you’d have to actually live your real life but… With each day, each second it didn’t feel right. Everything in you cried out to be elsewhere, to be with him. Especially after that declaration the fell from his lips like stardust, surrounding you with everything you’d longed to hear the Lord of Dreams say, and it only served to spur your own emotions even more.

You wished with a fierce desire that you’d been able to tell Morpheus everything you felt. That you mirrored his admissions last night, and ask him… Ask him if you could indeed stay with him. In a realm where you could be yourself, with those you loved rather than having to hide the aspects of your personality from those who might judge you for it. Tell him that you felt more in place at his side than anywhere else here.

The tingling of the bell echoed in the back of your mind, barely making a dent in your thoughts as you cleaned the coffee machine from the previous customers drinks. Sam would probably pick the order up anyway since he was closest.

And yet, the next voice you heard wasn’t your best friends calling for you to get your head out of the clouds and make a latte.

It cut straight through the fog in your head, reaching for your heart and encasing it in a warm, star dusted touch. It ran against your skin like velvet, coaxing you to a place you belonged.

For a second, you thought you’d fallen asleep standing up, because when you finally lifted your head to the counter… There he was. Standing before you with the magnetic allure of imagination and dreaming desires, pulling the attention of the room like the king he was.

Ruffled raven-black hair, his long velvet coat hiding the night sky within, and a little smile, your smile playing about his plush lips. Morpheus.

“Hello, my little dream.”

#the sandman #the sandman x reader #morpheus #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #female reader #tom sturridge #acourtofsnakes

[six-costume-refs]

Summer 2023 Wig Updates: North American Productions

The Canadian production has officially opened! I'll do a more in-depth look at all of the wigs later this week, but a few quick updates worthy of note: - Julia Pulo doesn't have any major changes to the base style, but we're finally getting to see a North American Boleyn with curls!! - Krystal Hernández got the red ponytail braid style for Cleves. It has some changes to the specific style, which I'll go into more detail about this week. - Lauren Mariasoosay has the back ponytail that's becoming an alternative standardized style. Hers has a very different base than any of the UK and most of the prior North American Parr wigs in this style, but it definitely fits the general category of the back center ponytail. Again, comparison post coming soon. - We've also seen a few of the alts' hairstyles! So far everything has been as expected, but it does answer one of the big questions I've had: what hair color they'd give Darcy Stewart. She might not get the same color for all three of her queens, but at least for Boleyn they went for a light blonde that reads more strawberry blonde under stage lights.

Over in the Broadway and North American Tour... - Khaila Wilcoxon joined Broadway as a temporary replacement for Aragon. She's still wearing her wig from the Aragon Tour. - And Sydney Parra got the back ponytail style about a week ago, which we've seen slowly become standardized for non-Black actors. It might be her old wig re-styled but I'm waiting on better photos to confirm that. The styling seems to be more in line with Lauren Mariasoosay's wig than some of the past in this style, but again I'm waiting for better photos.

————————— Canada: pro photos by Joan Marcus; Darcy/Julia photo from @/darcellas, Krystal and Lauren photos from @/laurenmariasoosay, Darcy photo I found on Wiki but presumably is from @/darcellas

Other: Khaila photos from @/thekhailawilcoxon, Sydney from @/sydneyparra and @/sweetbeeyoutees

#six the musical #six wigs #six canada #six broadway #six boleyn tour #julia pulo #krystal hernandez #lauren mariasoosay #darcy stewart #khaila wilcoxon #sydney parra #aragon wigs #boleyn wigs #cleves wigs #parr wigs #catherine of aragon six #anne boleyn six #anna of cleves six #catherine parr six #six musical

[askaceattorney]

Dear Krystal Stone,

Coincidence. I was unaware that her father was ever shot or on which shoulder. It isn't as if they share that detail in the Newspaper.

- Shelly de Killer

#Anonymous #Shelly de Killer #Franziska von Karma #Manfred von Karma #Ace Attorney

[drops-of-moonlights]

The other revelant supportive fairies and witches, redesigned for who knows which time! Small tibdits below because at this point y'all know them lmao. Mirta, Lucy, Galatea, Krystal, Selina!

Mirta Owain: we know her, we love her, I kept her as a witch through and through! Not much to say about her, her power of Illusions comes from mixing her primary Darkness with Light and Water to create various optical effects and visions. She also still loves pumpkin as a food despite having been turned into one, which tends to unnerve some people lol.

Lucy Wisternia: Mirta's taller gf, we also know her well! She grows enough later on to be forwarded by Griffin herself as a potential new teacher in CT if she so chooses. Her Fauna Source was honed and focused in any small invertebrate that can be classified colloquially as an insect or bug, so it expands to arachnids and some shellfish, like shrimp. She has a particular fondness for bettles, though.

Wenbai Galatea: the current princess of Melodeus! She still has 5 years or so left since reelections for a new monarch happen again. I've decided to make her albino as well. Her power of Vibrations is from her Metal Source, aided by Sound and Wind.

Krystal Rosalinda de los Árboles: Princess of Linphea, Helia and Flora's childhood friend, the one that makes them come to their senses when fighting. She's still the Fairy of Aromatherapy, which here means her main Healing Source is aided by bits of Flora, Fauna and even Poison.

Selina Harlock: I DON'T THINK I NEED TO SAY ALL THAT MUCH, SHE'S SELINA, WE KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO HER LMAO. Currently in jail for another couple months, she MIGHT appear in AUS8? Still not fully on the details yet but we'll see. Her Witch of Fungi comes from her primary Poison Source, which extends to small bits of Flora and Fauna Sources in line with how WEIRD mushrooms are in general when it comes to these sorts of classifications.

#Drops's Art #Winx Club #Winx Redux AU #Mirta #Lucy #Galatea #Krystal #Selina

[teawinx]

Trying to design their dorm rooms because why not

I love the og dorm rooms with their weird platforms and 0 straight lines. The new dorms from S5 onwards not so much. I love all the details, don't get me wrong, but they just don't do it for me. They feel like playsets.

Anyway, it's fun adding in details and stuff to their rooms to show who they are. I'm obsessed with Musa's piano shaped bed, so Krystal's lilypad bed is a homage to that. I wanna add lots of anime figures to the TV zone, and a collection of anime box sets for Roxy. Y'all can pry that headcanon out of my cold dead hands.

Selina got lucky, she got her own room! The only thing I was 100% sure about was that I wanted her to sleep on a hammock bed. Idk why it just felt fitting. That and her room is full of fairy tale books and her own writing. And plushies. Lots of plushies.

I wanna do the other girls' rooms too. Like obvs Mifty and Lindsay are roommates, with Mifty having a relatively minimalist side while Lindsay's is a hot mess. And Rachel has a heart bed, obviously.

#winx club #winx the roxy chronicles #winx club redesign #winx club rewrite #winx club krystal #winx club roxy #winx club selina #winx club dorm #room design #visual development

[nanowrimo]

How to Unstick Your Camp NaNoWriMo Project

Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. ProWritingAid, a 2023 NaNo sponsor, helps you turn your rough first draft into a clean, clear, publish-ready manuscript. Today, author Krystal N. Craiker shares some tips on how to push through to the end of your writing project when you’re feeling stuck:

Camp NaNo is the ultimate test of your creativity. You push your writing skills and habits to a new level. 

It’s inevitable that at some point this month—or any time when you’re writing a novel—you’re going to get stuck. 

You’ll run into a plot conundrum, or you’ll feel creatively drained. You’ll stare at the page and have no clue what to write next.

It happens to all of us, so don’t worry. Here are some of my favorite ways to get my stories unstuck and my creativity flowing once again.

1. Go Outside

Writing is an isolating process, and writers are notorious for losing hours of the day to the computer screen. But when you’re stuck in a rut, staring at the page stressed out doesn’t make things better.

Get up. Go get a drink of water. Then go outside. What you do next doesn’t matter. You can get some exercise in or drive to the coffee shop. Birdwatch, play with the kids, splash in some puddles—you get the idea.

A little movement and some sunshine will help you feel refreshed when you sit back down at the computer.

2. Brain Dump

This is my tried and true method for NaNoWriMo. When I reach a point in my novel that I don’t know what to write (or just don’t want to write), I insert a random brain dump. 

I’ll write what I’m feeling about this scene and type out what I think the issue is. Sometimes, it’s just a bulleted list and others it’s a stream-of-consciousness flow. Here’s an example:

“I don’t know what to write here. I was going to kill off that character but didn’t. Somehow I need to get to X plot point from here. How do I do that? This is so frustrating. Now that I didn’t kill them off, I need a good reason for them to stay in the story. What are their motivations?”

If that’s all you write during a writing session, that’s okay. You were still working on your novel, so it still counts.

3. Use AI

It’s the first NaNo event since Chat GPT opened to the public and countless AI tools are popping up. AI can be a great way to brainstorm and spark inspiration.

As writers, we often get hung up on finding the perfect way to say something. But you don’t need to let one sentence slow down your writing flow.

Rephrase by ProWritingAid is a brand-new feature meant for writers like you. You can highlight any sentence, click Rephrase, and generate a new sentence. Shorten or lengthen a sentence, change the tone to formal or informal, or add sensory detail. 

Here’s a boring sentence I wrote: “Quinn entered the dark and cold forest.”

And here’s a sentence Rephrase gave me: “Quinn shivered as he stepped into the cold, dark forest, the air thick with the scent of damp earth.”

I can build off that! Now I’m more excited to write this scene that was feeling bland. 

Sign up for ProWritingAid to get access to Rephrase and more than 20 in-depth writing reports.

4. Keep Going

Whatever you do, don’t give up! Getting stuck is part of the process. When you hit that creative wall, give one of these methods a try.

Your story still wants to be written, so keep writing.

Krystal N. Craiker is the Writing Pirate, an indie romance author and content writer who sails the seven internet seas, breaking tropes and bending genres. She has a background in anthropology and education, which bring fresh perspectives to her romance novels. When she’s not daydreaming about her next book or article, you can find her cooking gourmet gluten-free cuisine, laughing at memes, and playing board games. Krystal lives in Dallas, Texas with her husband, child, and two dogs.

Top photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash  

#nanowrimo #writing #camp nanowrimo #finish a novel #writing advice #by nano sponsor #prowritingaid

[prince-destinyy]

Love and Deepspace

As the brand installment of the popular Mr. Love series, Love and Deepspace allows you to step into a sci-fi world where love knows no bounds. With inmmersive cutscenes, 3D storylines and interactions, love is truly within

[First-Person Perspective] Dates via 3D cutscenes. Step into a 3D world from a first-person perspective, where romance and adventure unfold before your eyes. The unique viewpoint design brings you closer to those heart-pounding moments you share with your love interest, blurring the line between reality and fantasy.

[3D Interactions] Interact with him all you want. Real-time 3D rendering ensures lifelike interactions. Experience intimate moments like never before, watch as your actions provoke unique responses, and savor unforgettable dates, sweet voice messages, and more.

[24/7 Companionship] He's always there for you. Each day with your love interest is brimming with intriguing intimacy. Snapshots, Claw Machines, Kitty Cards... It's never a boring day in Linkon City.

[Fight Together] You can fully trust each other in battle. As a Deepspace Hunter with the superpower of ""Evol"", you will fight against the onslaught of mysterious alien creatures, together with love interests. Along the way, your paths intertwine, and the secrets about your fates and humanity's future will be revealed.

[Profound Immersion] Choose your voice and look. Delve into an array of customizable features, from dozens of appearance details and hundreds of makeup choices to personalized timbres, all yours to explore.

Word from Milkyaa Krystal ♡ You embody a character who joins as a hunter in the Unicorns association to protect the world. mix between professional and private life. You will make exceptional encounters in addition to a dose of romance there is a whole combat system it is really a revolutionary otome game ! ♡ ～(‘▽^人)

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credit: @ Loveandeepspace - @ Infold

#love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #otome game #information love and deepspace

[smoll-tangerine]

ten reasons why i hate you: reason #5

SYNOPSIS. while you admittedly didn’t refuse the arranged marriage between you and jung jaehyun, that didn’t mean that you’d allow him to treat you like a doormat. for the emotional distress he had put you through during the months leading up to your engagement party, you ensure that he will pay for the way he had been treating you for the rest of his life. 

PAIRING. rich boy!jaehyun x rich girl!reader  GENRES. romance, angst, drama, rich kid!au  CHAPTER WORD COUNT. 2261

WARNINGS. none. 

DISCLAIMER. this is a work of fiction based on fictional events and characters. it is unrelated to any real people, organisations, locations, and events. the laws, and legal and medical interpretations in this work have also been modified for storytelling purposes. 

TAGLIST. @crescent-iak​ @moonchele​ @ahtisa02​ @ghostfacefricker6969​ @jaehyunnie77​ @jungish​ @anya-writes-stuff​ @hey-won @ishireads​ @xxxx-23nct​ @peachibevuti @shepeelsoranges​ (bolded = unable to tag) 

[a/n]: thank you all so much for your comments!! i’m always so giddy when i read them hehe. this chapter doesn’t have any angst and it��s more fluffy(?) and it’s probably going to be the fluffiest of the chapters, so enjoy it while you can!! ♡ the honeymoon is broken down in 2 parts/chapters, so the next chapter will also be set during their honeymoon. 

also, italicized sentences = spoken in italian because i was too lazy to actually write in italian. Also, fun fact, Vini Da Arturo is an actual restaurant in Venice and its owner’s name is actually Ernesto lol 

← REASON #4 || MASTERLIST || REASON #6 → 

REASON #5  

You didn’t need a bachelorette party, but your friends digressed. 

Jennie took the liberty of charting your private jet for a small girl’s trip to Paris. Though, you were pretty sure she just wanted to go to visit the Chanel store on Champs Élysées. 

“So, spill the tea,” Jennie said to you with her famous feline-like smile. “How does it feel to be married to Jaehyun?” 

Your tongue poked your cheek and you tried to refrain yourself from huffing out in frustration. “We’re not married yet.” 

“Engaged, soon-to-be-married, married—in the end, isn’t it all the same?” Krystal commented with an air of nonchalance. “All of those specifics are not going to matter anymore in a matter of–” she glanced at her watch. “–thirteen hours and twenty two minutes.”

“No, it’s not the same.” 

Your two friends noticed how the tone of your voice didn’t match with one of a happy bride that was about to get married in a day. They shared a look of concern and scooted closer to you. 

“I thought the purpose of flying my jet instead of commercial so that we’d have our own personal space,” you mumbled tiredly. 

You could practically feel the hesitation behind their words and actions, and you sighed. You never meant to turn the atmosphere into one where your best friends needed to tiptoe around you. 

You wondered whether you should tell them the truth about the whole situation. While they knew that your marriage was most likely arranged (a common occurrence in your world), they were also clueless to a number of details such as the fact that Jaehyun was still very much with his girlfriend, that you only went through with the engagement to spite him, and that Jaehyun hated your guts. 

Or did he? 

After the conversation you two had in your penthouse, you never saw each other again, other than just for a few dinners with the two families. You two never spoke to each other properly since then, so to speak. That was about almost a month ago. 

You also took in more surgeries than usual to avoid thinking about the what-if’s and the nature of your relationship with Jaehyun. 

Were you two now... friends? 

You rid yourself of that idea. As long as you were going to stay married to him, preventing him from being with Chaeyoung, the idea of you two being friends was simply not feasible. 

Not to mention your lingering feelings for him was an obstacle to whatever relationship you two might potentially have. 

You bit your bottom lip in slight apprehension. 

Jaehyun was no stranger to your feelings, whether they be romantic or negative. But wouldn’t it be better for your mental health and well-being if you two were to be civil with each other? 

Your two feelings were not only at the opposite ends, but they were also clashing. And thinking about the way you had to treat Jaehyun onwards was more complicated than it seemed. 

You thought that your romantic feelings for your fiancé was gone once and for all after your engagement party. But the way they so quickly resurfaced, like taking a breath of air after being underwater, showed that what you did was just bury them in hopes that they never recover. 

Your efforts proved to be futile. 

“Say, have you already gotten Jaehyun a wedding gift?” Jennie asked when she sensed that you had calmed down. 

Your fingers tapped against the arm rest, thinking about the olive branch Jaehyun had extended to you. The one that made you think whether you’d be a monster for refusing it. 

“Mhm,” you hummed as you came to a conclusion. “I think I know what I will get him.” 

The wedding ceremony was kept relatively small, despite the media’s attention. 

You wondered if that was how your wedding was supposed to be, because it certainly did not match with the vision you once had. 

You glanced at your wedding band, one that you were certain that Jaehyun asked his secretary to get. 

For some odd reason, it reminded you of Doyoung, of how he was also someone you were supposed to marry. 

Only, your engagement fell through when you refused to go with him to Germany. 

You glanced at Jaehyun who was sitting in front of you, and you felt an odd sense of déja vu. What was the point of using your private jet again if you weren’t given the space you hoped you would get? You would have thought that Jaehyun of all people would select a seat that was away from you, but contrary to your expectations, he didn’t. 

If anything, he looked excited to be going on the honeymoon with you. 

“What should we do when we land?” Jaehyun asked you as he was looking through a brochure on things to do in Venice. “I heard that Venice is always packed with tourists. But since it’s slowly sinking into the lagoon, it’s good that we get to visit it before it completely disappears, right?” 

His excitement was unnerving to you. 

“...Venice is sinking because of climate change and tourism,” you muttered as you looked outside, the jet slowly descending to land in the Venice Marco Polo Airport. “And besides, who says that I was going to spend time with you?” 

Jaehyun seemed surprised by your statement. “What do you mean? Aren’t we on our honeymoon?” 

“I don’t recall saying that we aren’t?” 

“Then, why are we not spending time together?” 

“Why do you even want to spend time with me?” you refuted almost in annoyance. “I know it’s not enough that we’re now married against your will, so shouldn’t you thank me that I’m giving you space?” 

Jaehyun fell silent. 

You immediately felt awkward at his reaction, not expecting him to be disappointed by the fact that you wanted to be away from him. 

But shouldn’t he be happy that you were giving him freedom? He could do whatever he wanted! 

But this was one of the times where your feelings for him took over whatever hatred that was left in your heart. 

You sighed through your nose. “There’s a little bit of time before check-in and we haven’t eaten lunch yet. Let’s go grab a bite together.” 

His face instantly brightened up at your words and went back to his brochure. “Oh, we can–” 

“Drop the brochure,” you said with a small smile. “I’ll bring you to my favourite place in Venice.” 

Your favourite restaurant in Venice was a very small and cozy restaurant nestled in a side alley called Vini Da Arturo, a gem of a place you have found before you became a surgical intern. 

“Ernesto!” you exclaimed happily as you two finally arrived at the restaurant. “Ciao!” 

“Ah, bella!” Ernesto replied with the same enthusiasm. “The usual?” 

“Yes, thank you.” 

Ernesto glanced at Jaehyun who only smiled obliviously. “That’s not the same man I saw you with last time.” 

While Jaehyun was not fluent in Italian, you remembered that he was fluent in Spanish instead. And those two languages were practically the same. Yet for some reason, you hoped that Jaehyun didn’t understand what Ernesto just said to you, even if you had a feeling that he probably wouldn’t care. 

“This is my husband, Jaehyun,” you said not exactly answering his question. “Jaehyun, this is Ernesto, the restaurant’s owner.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, Ernesto,” Jaehyun greeted him. “I look forward to your food.” 

“You won’t be disappointed!” 

Ernesto brought you to your favourite table, which was the second to last booth from the back. Close enough to the kitchen that you could hear what was going on, but not close enough that you’d be bothered by the kitchen commotion. 

“Do you know why Ernesto’s restaurant is so special compared to the other restaurants in Venice?” you asked giddily, ignoring how conflicted Jaehyun’s eyes seemed at the moment. 

“Jaehyun?”

“Huh, yeah?” 

“Did you hear what I said?” 

He closed his eyes for a moment. “Yeah, no, sorry, could you repeat that?” 

“I said, do you know why Ernesto’s restaurant is so special compared to the other restaurants in Venice?” 

He shook his head. 

“Ernesto’s restaurant doesn’t serve fish dishes,” you answered. “Only meat.” 

“A small restaurant in Venice that doesn’t serve fish dishes?” Jaehyun questioned. “Pardon my language, but is he mad?” 

You laughed. “A mad genius! Trust me. You’ll see when you taste his pork chop and eggplant salad.” 

True to your words, Jaehyun did call Ernesto a mad genius as soon as he took a bite of the pork chop. 

After eating, all you wanted to do was get back to your hotel and sleep off your jet lag. But Jaehyun’s eyes begged you to hop on a gondola and tour around Venice. You understand that it was, surprisingly, Jaehyun’s first time in Venice, but you were staying a whole week in Venice—he’ll have enough time to tour the city on a gondola. 

So, the compromise you two came up with was a water taxi. Though, because the hotel you were staying in was already so close and at a walking distance from the restaurant, you two had to walk back to the S. Toma’ “A” ferry terminal—located around ten minutes walking-distance away from Vini Da Arturo—so that Jaehyun could fully enjoy the water taxi ride. 

Twenty-five minutes later, your water taxi arrived at Hotel Danieli, your favourite hotel in Venice. You loved it due to its rich history and architecture. While the outside looked like the rest of the city, it was the interior décor and architecture that always blew your mind away. 

“Welcome back to Venice, signora,” the hotel concierge greeted you. “The Doge Dandolo Royal Suite has been prepared for you and your guest.” 

You smiled in thanks and handed over your passports. “Our documents.” 

“Thank you,” he said as he processed everything. “The hotel would like to offer you a complimentary night free of charge, as one of our most esteemed guests. Would you and your guest like to stay for another night?” 

You didn’t know Jaehyun’s schedule, but you weren’t about to refuse the offer. 

“We’ll stay.” 

“Wonderful,” the concierge continued. “Will everything be charged to the card we have on file?” 

“Yes, please.” 

“Amazing,” he said and handed you the keys to your room. “Enjoy your stay.” 

You followed the bellman to your room and tipped him as soon as he dropped off your luggage. Jaehyun’s jaw evidently dropped at the grandiosity of the room. The Doge Dandolo Royal Suite was exquisitely decorated, reminiscent of 14th century Italian Renaissance-style. 

Perhaps the opulence of the room scared Jaehyun a little as he stuttered out timidly, “S-so, h-how much d-does it cost for a whole w-week here?” 

You stretched your whole body as you walked across the room, taking everything in. “I don’t know, it costs around 9500 euros a night so do the math.” 

“9500 euros?” he exclaimed in disbelief. “Wait, so that’s about 67 000 euros for a whole week?” 

“I mean, they’re giving us a complimentary night so it’s technically for eight nights.” 

Jaehyun glared at you. His glare was so fierce that it reminded you of when you two first found out that you were engaged to each other. 

“Do we have to stay in such a luxurious suite?” 

You found Jaehyun’s attitude curious and intriguing. 

While Jaehyun would be considered as nouveau riche, he certainly didn’t act like one. Most of the nouveaux riches you knew loved flaunting their newly accumulated wealth. 

Aside from a few of his expenses, Jaehyun was quite particular with his money. It almost made you chuckle as you remembered just a couple of months ago, he was screaming at you that you shouldn’t look down at him for having less money than your family and that contrary to your beliefs, he indeed was able to afford the lunch at Yuta’s hotel. 

“You and your family paid for the wedding,” you answered easily. “My family and I can pay for the honeymoon.” 

It took a moment for him to accept this compromise, but Jaehyun seemed satisfied with your answer. 

“Okay,” he said. “Also, have you thought about what you want to do tomorrow?” 

You looked back at him with a weird expression. “...You want to spend time with me tomorrow too?” 

It was probably the first time you’ve ever seen Jaehyun blush in front of you. “Well, whether I like it or not, we are married and are on our honeymoon! Shouldn’t we spend some time together before we head back home?” 

This was unexpected. 

You planned your honeymoon around the fact that Jaehyun didn’t want to spend it with you. 

Did this mean that he didn’t hate you anymore? 

“I don’t.” 

“Huh?” You realised belatedly that you might have asked that question out loud and Jaehyun heard it. 

“I don’t,” he repeated, “actually hate you.” 

“Oh,” you answered dumbly. “That’s... good.” 

“So, tomorrow?” 

You shrugged and went to the bathroom to take a shower. 

“We’ll see.” 

Whether you liked it or not, Jaehyun’s sudden shift of attitude towards you was one that made you question his true intentions. 

You constantly reminded yourself that just barely month ago, this man hated your guts with a fury for supposedly ruining his life. And one small and insignificant action on your part suddenly made him think of you differently? 

What kind of game was he playing? 

You didn’t know, but one thing you knew for sure was that you would emerge as the game’s winner. 

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#neowritingsnet #cznnet #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun romance #jaehyun angst #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun scenarios #nct x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 scenarios #w: ten reasons why i hate you

[saltymongoose]

Final refs incoming! Hope you enjoy big ol' beefcakes because we got three! :D It took me over a month to finish the Gol3ms.

I decided to give them a blue tint to envoke a sense of partial decomp, as these two are made from the flesh of various grunts. Plus we do not know how fresh the corpses used were, or if they were preserved at all. These designs are based on previous sketches and designs I had made for them. :)

When making this big fellow, I decided I had to give him even more muscle groups than others, due to sheer size. Especially on the legs and upper arms. This entire project was fun and a good excercise for my anatomy skills and research into muscle groups.

:) Who knows, may do someone else. Time will tell ;) -Krystal🦊

Omg Krystal, these are amazing! :D Church and Jorge are looking good; I love how you detailed their stitches and included a more "deathly" looking skin tone to show their G03LM traits. Plus, I also really like how you used the metal plates from their original designs here, it fits really nicely. (Also, this is more minor, but Church's hair is A++, I love the longer back to it lol.)

The sketches are also adorable, as always. I literally caught myself thinking "Haha those rascals :)" unironically, so you definitely characterized them very accurately lmao.

Finally, we got the best boy Torture! First off, I can see how much detail you put in with his anatomy, and given his status as a MAG, it makes sense. The skin that grunts have also is also quite stiff, so the fact that his muscular structure is so visible can be attributed to that as well. (It's likely even more accentuated by it being like Kevlar. Which I'd imagine is also pretty painful, thanks AAHW.) Also, as someone who struggles with drawing anatomy, I really appreciate the work that you put in to do it so accurately here. The attention to detail is always spectacular, but this is something else haha. <3

Of course, we have to mention the little doodles too, and my favorite is definitely the one of the engineer and agent telling him about the Player. There's just something a bit comical about how far Torture has to stoop down just to listen to them, but I also really like how it emphasizes the differences between him and normal-sized grunts. I also find the interactions you drew of him actually with the Player really cute; he's just sort of a big cat around them, and I love how soft he is shown as being towards him. These were just great, and I love them very much. Thank you!! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡♡♡

#Def some of my favorite art pieces so far #Church my beloved #'In constant pain' Poor bb 😢 #Torture deserved better #ask #chat tag #other's art #krystalkitdemi #FAV #reference

[witch-ix]

Hi :3

and welcome, to witch-ix. Here i'll share everything about my Winx Club AU. It will be a rewrite of the first three seasons, as well as a spin-off about Roxy, Selina, Macy and Terrestrial Magic. For this spin-off i pick and choose what i like from the cartoon, mix it up and create my own thing. For now, i call it Winx AU-ix.

This is the place for my lore- and story-posts, as well as redesigns.

And, eventually, a rewrite.

the rough story-structure of AU-ix

the worldbuilding:

✧ The Dragon Flame, the Shadow Flame and the Water Stars ✧ History and Geography of Magix ✧ Time on Magix ✧ Aging of magicians ✧ Naming on Magix ✧ Magical Cores ✧ Magic ✧ The Golden Kingdom and the Council of Elders ✧ Nymphs ✧ Pixies and Dæmons ✧ Magic Colleges in Magix City ✧ The Guardians of the Magic Colleges ...

The History of Magic on Earth

✧ The Black Circle ...

✧ differences in Fairies from Magix and terrestrial fairies | Witch markings | dark magic corruption ✧ Fairy Transformations - Design Guide ✧Witch Transformations - Design Guide ...

about characters:

✧ the Characters - their ages and birthdays, sexual -identification and -orientation, family dynamics and relationships, titles and powers ✧ Daphne - and why she is a Witch ...

(re-)designs:

✧ Kiko ✧ Roxy, if they were a Magix Witch in their Manifest ✧ my first redesign of Stormy …

character design sheets:

✧ My Winxsona ...

AU-ix artworks:

✧ Winx Club Circle ✧ Mirta, Galatea, Nova and Krystal ...

these posts are WIPs - some ideas and details might still change

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Tags i use:

#au-ix - everything that's canon in my rewrite-AU #winx transform - my winx redesigns #winx [character] - for the specific characters #ask-ix - my answers to your questions about this AU - feel free to ask away!

#everything neat and tidy in one post #winx club rewrite #winx club au #welcome