#maybe I'll find away to sleep through 2022

[americas1suiteheart]

Heres a little year old pilot chapter from my wattpad to give some writing content while I finish some of the other stuff. It has a few chapters done as well so I'll post those after too.

<?>Obsessed With You

[Riddler 2022 x Cop! Reader]

[Summary; The reader is a GCPD officer who became infatuated with Edward after getting assigned to investigate and try to find out who the riddler was.]

[Notes; Really short, the reader is gender neutral though so anyone can read it.]

[Warnings; none really, unless you're gonna be bothered by the fact that the reader is a cop and other cops are mentioned.]

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I watched him from my window sitting in that little diner, having a cup of coffee and a slice of pumpkin pie. Oh how I wanted to approach him and talk to him, only if it was a simple hello, or just eye contact. I just wanted him to acknowledge my existence. To know who I was.

I only knew who he was under the mask due to the fact that I had watched him in his own apartment, I was desperate to know what he looked like. He really didn't look like the type of person to be the Riddler.

Dirty blonde hair, clear frame glasses, round face and green eyes. To any normal person, he looked like another ordinary person trying to make it through life in Gotham.

I worked with the GCPD and after the Mayor's and Commissioner's murder and was told to try and look for him. But after my Co-workers had seen how deeply I was looking into this guy, they told me to put the case aside and have a break because I had gotten little to no sleep. But I didn't want to take a break. Everyone was telling me I was getting obsessive about the case, it's not like that though. I'm only doing my job, right

If I were doing my job I would've already turned him in. I didn't want to turn him in though. I wanted to keep watching him.

Maybe I had become somewhat obsessed but whats so wrong about that?

"Fuck it." I say to no one in particular other than myself. Why not? Your only going there to talk, get a name, and then do a little more research for GCPD. You knew that wouldn't be the case but you didn't care. Why should you?

You walk into the almost empty diner, only two other people apart from him are in there. You take a seat two seats way from him and place the book that was in your hands on the table and begin reading while you wait for someone to take your order. He didn't seem to acknowledge you, he seemed focused on something else. He was writing paragraphs into a small journal.

"Hello, what can I get'cha?" The waitress asks.

"Oh um, just a black coffee and slice of pumpkin pie please." You see the waitress scribble in the little notepad.

"Oh yeah, also the coffee is free for you." she says walking away. 'Free coffee? Why?' I think to myself.

"Cops get free coffee if your wondering. Have you never gone to a Cafe and gotten free coffee?" A voice says. You turn your head to see that the one who spoke to you, was in fact him.

"Pardon?" You say, confusion laced in your voice.

"You are with GCPD right? I mean unless you stole that jacket from someone." He says, touching your jacket.

You look down to see where his finger was and it indeed was where the patch that had the letters GCPD on it is. 'Shit...', You had apparently forgotten to take your jacket off before leaving.

"O-oh. Uh, sorry that's quite embarrassing. I guess I forgot to take it off after shift." You say with a small chuckle, trying to hide your embarrassment.

"Don't worry about it, tends to happen to someone when they're tired. Speaking of which, you look as if you haven't slept in a few days. Case got you staying up?" He asks, going back to writing inside his notebook.

"Oh yeah definitely. That riddler guy is making me overwork myself, I haven't been getting much sleep at all." I say.

"Oh, I know how that feels. I used to work in forensics so I know just how hard some cases can be. You see things that'll keep you up for days sometimes." He says.

After that small conversation, he finished up what he was doing and left. You were there because you wanted to approach and talk to him, so after he left, you had nothing else to do so you finished up what you ordered, paid, and left the diner.

Once you arrived at your apartment you thought about the conversation you had with Edward and smiled to yourself, excited over the fact that he noticed and even talked to you.

'He's mine, he just doesn't know it yet...'

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Did I forget to mention the fact that this is really bad? Yeah kinda, but this is basically me filling in the large writing gap that will happen until I'm able to finish one of the requests.

Send in your requests for stories! Look at my introduction to see if anything you like is something I'll write, and DM me for further questions!

#the riddler 2022 #the riddler #riddler paul dano #riddler x reader #dano riddler #paul dano #the batman #the batman 2022 #gender neutral reader

[truly-morgan]

[Gumshoe taking care of tired Miles]

Gumshoe + Edgeworth | Ace Attorney 25-03-2022

Many would probably see detective gumshoe as being a bit dumb, not that great at his job despite always getting the big cases, impulsive, easy to hurt and naive in his loyalty to a certain prosecutor with a bad reputation.

And maybe some will say he doesn't do his job very well by missing important clues.

But he knew there was something he was excelling in.

He could read the level of annoyance in Edgeworth's frown eyebrow, could see with ease when the circle under his eyes were starting to be a bit too dark, noticed immediately when his eyes would become unfocused from exhaustion.

he could tell to which point Edgeworth is tired or stressed by decreasing times between each "pay reduction" he was being threatened with if he couldn't find what the prosecutor needed.

The way he knew at what point he could pay more attention to Edgeworth when the man has been working many long nights to see him eyeing with interest the couch in his office when he believes the detective isn't looking at him.

He took pride in himself to be able to read the man like this. He knew many would miss all these details, would only assume that Edgeworth had a bad temper or looked down on them.

some would say his loyalty was naive, but Detective Gumshoe didn't think so.

over the years he had seen parts of Edgeworth others hadn't, he was seeing him as a friend and was ready to help him out in anything. He cared about the younger man.

It's his loyalty and care that sometimes pushed him to lie a little to him when Edgeworth came close to crashing down from exhaustion.

"Do you have the report I ask you to get me?"

"Sorry sir, we are still investigating it at the moment, I'll bring it as soon as I get it" he would dare say in those times, knowing the report was safely tucked inside his jacket.

He would notice the strange mix of relief and annoyance passing through Edgeworth's eyes at the new, waving him off immediately asking him to get it as soon as possible.

The detective would comply, although he would not run very far, staying close to the prosecutor's office. He would make his way back to his friend's office, sneaking a glance in only to see the exhausted Edgeworth sleep on his couch, seemingly allowing himself a small nap.

this is the moment where the detective would sneak in, carefully placing a blanket on Edgeworth so he doesn't catch a cold. A blanket he kept in his car and took a "short walk" to go and get for the prosecutor.

He would then silently leave the report on the desk, sometimes daring to leave a note reminding him to take a break for lunch if lunch was close by.

The next time he would pass by the prosecutor's office the blanket would be neatly folded on the couch, silently waiting for him to pick it up again and tuck it away in his car.

They never mention it, this whole charade has been going on for so long now, they don't need to mention it really.

The detective still remembers the first time he did something like this, the prosecutor had been pretty angry at him for doing such a thing.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" he had asked while giving him back his trench coat.

"I thought sir deserved a little break" he had replied to the then even younger prosecutor, who had been working himself too hard over the past weeks.

"Don't do this again, just wake me up next time" he sighed before going back to the report he was just given.

But detective gumshoe never did this. He only kept doing it, even buying a nice Burgundy blanket that he could use.

Edgeworth needed breaks and if the man wouldn't really allow himself some then he would be the one allowing them on him.

He knew it was not part of his detective's work, but he was very happy that the man allowed him to care for him in little ways like this.

Others may think the prosecutor wasn't worthy of loyalty, but to him, it was their loss.

He was more than proud to say he cared and was loyal to someone he saw as a friend.

No rumours or bad-mouthing would change this.

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I don't know why, I've been feeling soft for Gumshoe in the last couple of days. This man truly tries his best and I cannot see him as anything but loyal to Edgeworth. this man needs a good raise

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#tweet archive #aa #ace attorney #miles edgeworth #dick gumshoe #edgeworth and gumshoe friendship #gumshoe taking care of edgeworth #fluff

[lgchiro]

hi folks! i'm nine (he/him, cst) and i just jumped into this group headfirst so bear with me while i find my footing. i never thought i'd make it past the point distribution... i'd like to humbly introduce you to my sweet nerd, hiro! check out some quick info under the read more if you like, and please plot with me, thank you. 👀

first, the basics.

born nakagawa hiroto in osaka, japan, in november 2003.

was born to a single mother who quickly realized she couldn't raise a child, so her brother (hiroto's uncle) raised hiroto instead.

hiro's brother, technically his cousin, is around 3-4 years older than him.

goes by hiro to everyone he works with.

main skills are rapping and composing/producing.

fluent in japanese, semi-fluent in korean, and knows some english but doesn't speak it well.

find him in the studio every free second he's not practicing. this boy doesn't sleep.

pretty damn good at dancing too. he doesn't have the most pristine technique but boy can perform. he knows a little bit of martial arts and can breakdance like a beast.

moved to SK at age 16 to go to a performing arts school.

auditioned for and signed to legacy in january 2022.

personality:

big 3 signs are sagittarius sun, libra moon, & capricorn rising.

adventurous, self-aware, & dedicated are the main traits to gather from those.

a smart, inventive kid with very little common sense sometimes.

realistic but a bit cynical? his glass is like 49% full.

very into being analytical and a nerd about poetry and art. follows many tech blogs. checks them a few times a day.

making music is his true passion, and shh but someday he may want to make his own music label. he doesn't want that rumor getting out (and will deny it if it does) because he doesn't want to seem ungrateful for the opportunities he has now.

good at imitating animal noises. (ask him to do his elephant, horse, and seal impressions.)

when he's nervous, he forgets to eat.

really heckin dedicated and almost perfectionistic. will get stuck on one 8-count of choreography and won't go forward until it's perfect. he learns a little slower than other trainees & idols. he has a lot of room for improvement here.

plots:

maybe his older brother or potentially other siblings? the brother should be born around 1999-2000 and ofc japanese, + other siblings can be discussed.

one or some of the first people he met when auditioning for legacy (in seoul in jan 2022). they have remained close because of the borderline trauma they went through together during the audition process.

hyungs & noonas that help take care of hiro, because he's really a lost puppy a lot of the time.

fellow songwriters & music makers. find him in the studio at all hours when he's not training. on that note, fellow nocturnals & insomniacs to keep him company.

fellow japanese pals! hiro loves and misses home a lot, but these people make him feel less homesick.

someone who helps him when he doesn't pick up the choreo right away or misses something, even if they have to stay late at practice. he generally is a fast learner, but not as quick to pick it up as most of his fellow trainees.

people to tutor him in korean and/or english. additionally, he can tutor people learning japanese.

as far as romantic things go, i really want hiro hopelessly (or not so hopelessly) pining after somebody (any gender). whether it's unrequited or not, noticed by them or not, give me angsty they'll never notice or like me feelings for hiro.

fellow tech geeks. hiro always has the trendiest electronics and envies people that do when he doesn't.

yknow what? i'm better working these out with other people so PLEASE contact me via dms or add me on discord if you'd like to come up with something! my discord handle is iranoveroprah !

if you'd like to know more about hiro, feel free to ask!

like this if you're interested in plotting and i'll reach out 🥹

#⋆ ┊ 〔 INTRO ! 〕 #lgc:intro

[alightineverydarkness]

Year 2022 AD, or Something Terrible Has Happened to Everyone I Know

Now I am not a young musician from Kyiv, Ukraine. I am not poor, or subcultural, or famous. I am not single or dating, I am not in love or broken-hearted. I don't know what I am. I feel both the strongest, the most focused l've ever been, and the most fucked up inside I've ever been. I am the iPhone military salute emoji: half a head, the half that gets work done.

The war, the proximity of death, cuts off the superficial and shows you what you suspected you always were. You find whether you would do the right thing, or cheat; you see the life you lived and the life you haven't.

Now Europe is not a beacon of hope, but a gigantic bureaucrat octopus: European authorities deal with a genocide in progress in the same unwieldy manner as they do with a bus fare dodger. The collective Western Left is far too knowledgeable about the wants and needs of a person being murdered by fascists, and will happily lecture them on how to die. Shelling a sovereign country daily for a year, deporting its children, executing civilians, seems certainly frowned upon, but generally, «these things happen» — yes, the things that should never happen. And only Ukrainians are wonderful, but being wonderful is hard, hard work.

There has never been a time like this.

Nothing of my life is left. What I wouldn't give to go back to late 2021 and its hardships and joys. But the past is over, there is only now. And there may be a future where I start living again, where, in due time, I figure out what kind of music I have to make and where, maybe, I meet someone who would've waited for me to come back.

I am no longer in any kind of contact with the person I intended to marry in 2022, reasonably considering them the love of my life. Since the beginning of the year, I spent one evening with them in October, and was broken up with within the first hour. It is a loss so large it cannot be processed or grasped, but there she goes; we may never speak again, and all of my ideas about a future are useless now.

I have no reason to believe I will ever get to work on music full-time, or at least in my pre-2022 capacity ever again. The music scene has left me behind: it flourished, and I wasn't there for it, and will I ever be? At nights it seems like the people I used to talk to on Discord are all now famous and I am a soldier in a war that makes few headlines, and l'Il toil away like this until anything I was is extinguished. When I went back for a week and saw the streets of my life, I got lost quickly. And how much of my life has belonged to someone else?

There's this person holding a rifle and it's not me. There's this person sleeping with my fiancée and it's not me. Are there two or me, or zero?

I am so horny I can see through people's clothes.

Someday I will be free, in a room I've never been in, staring at a dead assortment of expensive music gear I ordered on my soldier's salary and don't know how to use. This is the light at the end of this particular tunnel. Not a train station kiss or tear-eyed hug, but nonetheless it is a life to be figured out and lived, as opposed to this. For now, I'll keep ordering whatever music equipment I may need, delivered to my mother's apartment.

I will be discharged before this war ends, and someone else will take my place, and I will not get any of the happy endings I imagined. I am tired. It feels like tonight I could sleep standing up.

There is a little part of me that is being destroyed every day.

But somewhere there's a day when nothing hurts, and a heart that's true, and a truth that is beautiful.

[batgirlsay]

Cold Like Winter

Vampire AU Playlist for Obiyuki AU Bingo 2022 by @snowwhite-andtheknight

I used this AU as an excuse to make another Obi fall/winter themed playlist…

Started rearranging some fall/Halloween themed playlists and ended up with a story where vampire Obi falls for Shirayuki and has a lot of doubts about them being together. Eventually, after sharing his feelings, Shirayuki becomes the “final girl” and thinks about becoming a vampire too. The Anthony Green and Matt Pond songs fit perfectly for this theme!

East Coast Winters- Anthony Green You’re So Dead Meat- Anthony Green Your Ghost- The Decemberists Ghosting- Mother Mother The Haunting- Anberlin Halloween- Matt Pond PA Last Light- Matt Pond PA Final Girl- Chvrches

Summary lyrics are cited after the bonus vampire obi!

East Coast Winters- Anthony Green

Anyone who walks down my path after it snows Will cover up their footprints

Anyone who walks through my door is already done for And if you walk a mile in my shoes, you'd never choose You'd never come back here

As far as I can tell, you never got it right And everyone I know is all but turned away Scattered in the dark

You’re So Dead Meat- Anthony Green

Faces of doubt Haunted by the memories of everything minus the bad stuff

Sorrow and all Don't tell me if you care, come alive with it, let it show And don't wistfully believe I would die for it

Your Ghost- The Decemberists

Along the old seawall Inside the banquet hall Below the cellar stair Maybe you'll find me there Your ghost

And at your final end When you are free again No longer long to be You will belong to me

Ghosting- Mother Mother

I've been ghosting, I've been ghosting along Ghost in your house, ghost in your arms When you're tossing, when you turn in your sleep It's because I'm ghosting your dreams

And this is why I have decided To pull these old white sheets from my head I'll leave them folded neat and tidy So that you'll know I'm out of hiding

I remember, I remember the days When I'd make you oh-so afraid

I will be kind and I'll be sweet If you stop staring straight through me

And this is why I have decided To leave your house and home unhaunted You don't need poltergeist for sidekicks You don't need treats and you don't need tricks

The Haunting- Anberlin

Up on this hill, in this uncanny house The wind makes this place creak, the lights they are flickering The moon she is lurking, the clock it stopped working At a quarter past three

There's something dancing here in the shadows And I wish it were us

You haunt me baby, you haunt me here tonight

Can't get your memory, off of my mind Just want your heartbeat, on top of mine

Up on this hill, in this uncanny house Your spirit I can't see, but I still believe I can feel your breath on me

Halloween- Matt Pond PA

Went to where the people were on a Saturday night Seems like it always seems Where I go, I want to leave

I surprised myself as my mouth started speaking There is nothing left of my nerves As I lean over to ask her Pardon the intrusion Could we leave before it gets bad?

Last Light- Matt Pond PA

Night comes in and takes our light As we turn once again in the sun We don't have to drift out of sight But shadows will fall and run

Green turns gold and the gold turns green As we turn one more time past the sun Light like no one else has seen As the shadows will shift to none Yeah, they'll run, they will run, they will run As the day's last light soon is done

You thought it was your time To give into the endless night No, you were not right

Sky hangs heavy in the lowest light As the day slips down past the sun Black and blue in the forest green Shadows are gone, they have run

I can feel your hand let go of mine Drift you to where there isn't any light And I can never sleep enough, that's right Something makes me nervous 'bout the night

Final Girl- Chvrches

Keeping secrets until everything became a bit too loud

And it feels like the weight is too much to carry I should quit, maybe go get married Only time will tell

Don't want to find your daughter in a body bag So I need to get out now while most of me is still intact

In the final cut In the final scene There's a final girl Does she look like me?

#obiyukibingo22 #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #obiyuki #playlist #lyrics #anthony green #the decemberists #mother mother #anberlin #matt pond pa #chvrches #bonus vampire obi is from that scene where he tells a scary story to zen lol #all of my obi playlists end the same way

[elamarth-calmagol]

I posted 4,067 times in 2022

That's 1,054 more posts than 2021!

93 posts created (2%)

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I sent 1 gift in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Iceland, forgot which lake.

I tried to take these picture to show fellow drop-off-fearer @plaguedocboi the slope here, but you can't really see it. Also, it was only about 45 degrees, that's just a lot by my standards. Sinkholes are common where I live, but I guess they're easier to flatten out into a shallow lake than volcanic calderas are.

The slope starts at my toes and continues at the sane grade.

See the full post

22 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

#4

I just want to be able to breathe through my nose again. I want to be able to cuddle my ferrets. I want to go back to work on Monday. I'm beyond ready to be done with this.

Sad ferrets:

26 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

#3

Fun moment today: I was looking up older third gender pronouns (specifically ones coined in or before Tolkien's day) to use in a fic, and I ran into a problem. Several sites say that ae/aer was created in a 1920s science fiction novel, but all the sites I found ultimately traced their information back to a Psychology Today article that doesn't even provide a quote of how the pronoun was used in the book.

So, being slightly obsessive once I get an idea in my head, I borrowed the ebook version from my public library, opened it in a browser window, and searched "ae" until I found the definition of the pronoun.

(Surprisingly many words have the letter sequence "ae" in them.)

Here it is! A Voyage to Arcturus, by David Lindsey, first published 1920, ebook published 2012 by Duke Classics. And no, you can't make me write a formal citation.

I'll add an image description when i get to my computer tomorrow, unless someone else wants to do it.

29 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

#2

Have we ever figured out why Orome was the one to discover that the Elves had awakened, not Namo (Mandos)?  There must have been plenty of dead Elves in the few thousand years they were awake before he found them.  Morgoth’s forces were already attacking them, and they literally had to learn how to hunt, forage, and make fires entirely by themselves.  Because of the Sleep of Yavannah, they wouldn’t have many food options and wouldn’t even have many animals that they could watch for ideas on what to eat.  And Tolkien says that they were a lot more like Men in those days, so they probably couldn’t survive for long periods of time without food or survive food poisoning.  So I can’t imagine a scenario where no elves had died yet.

Were their souls not going to Mandos?  Maybe Namo didn’t start calling for them until he knew they existed.  That makes it unfair that Tolkien says that Elves who stay in Middle Earth after their death are “marred” or evil.  (I mean, I think it’s unfair anyway, but even more unfair.)  Maybe once Namo became aware of Elves, those who had already died were allowed to go to him?  But I seem to remember Tolkien saying that Elves in those days really wanted to get away from Morgoth and wanted to go to Mandos to be safe.  So... when did that happen?

So were the souls of Elves going to Mandos, but Namo just didn’t tell anyone?  If any of the Valar would keep their mouths shut about that, it would be him.  But I’m not sure why he would want to keep that a secret.

Or maybe he just built his halls and then didn’t visit them again for thousands of years, and came back to find them full of Elvish souls who had no idea where they were, just that there wasn’t anything evil here.  Now that’s a scenario I’d like to read a fanfic about.  @galadhremmin maybe?

72 notes - Posted March 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

OK, so you guys know I’m not happy about the Amazon show, but I’m going to defend politically ambitious Elrond here.  People are saying that it doesn’t make sense because he was a healer and refused to be high king.  But that’s after the Last Alliance.  After Gil-Galad dies, and Elendil, and probably hundreds of people he knows.  After he established Imladris as a home for refugees.  After he experiences what it’s like to be second in command to the high king.  It’s called character development, y’all.  Let him have his politically ambitious phase.

130 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

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[chibitabathasloves]

I posted 5,783 times in 2022

That's 1,915 more posts than 2021!

31 posts created (1%)

5,752 posts reblogged (99%)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I'm sure some of you have maybe noticed my inactivity. Today marks day 4 of no power and I am trying to conserve my data on my phone for things like the news and such. I'm okay, everyone i live with is okay. The thunderstorm that ripped through the city took out over 100,000 peoples power and its going to take time to get it back. I'll be back to clog your dashes then. Love you all! 💚💖

6 notes - Posted May 24, 2022

#4

For those of you who are waiting for an update for Let Us Waltz From the Dead: I'm sorry. I caught the rona and I am trying to take it easy. I don't have a teaser or anything for you all in the meantime. But! If you have any questions fire them at me and I will do my best to answer them

6 notes - Posted January 24, 2022

#3

I have been at FanExpo Canada for the last 4 days. It has been an experience. Lots of fun stuff, lots of cool events and panels. But most importantly, I found Hannibal Pins in artist's alley.

They have so many more pins, and I am so excited to get more when I get more money!

7 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

#2

Trick or Treating with Trouble

Happy secret friend day to my secret friend @ghostarwarriors I hope you like this little Halloween themed fic. We got Sportarobbie, we got the kids trick or treating, we got wholesome feelings. You can find it on AO3 if Tumblr eats the formatting (again). Please enjoy! and Happy Halloween!

Robbie shoved his hand under his pillow, adjusting his long legs to curl onto the bench better. A sigh slipped from his lips and he could taste the edge of sleep. “Hi Robbie!” The pink menace seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, Robbie opening his eyes into slits to see her standing there with her hands behind her back. “Go away,” he huffed, tossing his body to roll over on the cramped outdoor furniture. “I will. After I ask you something very important. Please?”  Her voice wasn’t loud or grating, just a gentle plea to be heard. And it was just the one kid. What could it hurt? He craned his head to look over his shoulder. “What do you want?” ���Can you take us out trick-or-treating?” She batted brown eyes at him, a small hopeful smile on her face. “No.” He flopped his head down hard enough to smack against the rail of the bench and he hissed and rubbed at the spot. “But Robbie! There’s no one else who can take us.” She shifted to stand behind the bench, trying to make eye contact with him. “What about the Blue Kangaroo?” He flopped over again, avoiding her gaze. She ran back around and he covered his face with his pillow. “Sportacus goes to bed so early, so we’re going to do pumpkin carving and stuff with him earlier in the day. But there is no one to take us all out. Our guardians want to stay home to give us candy, thinking someone else will take us.” He could hear the sadness creeping into her tone, but he didn’t have to see her face crumpling, so he told himself he didn’t care. “Plus, no one disguises themselves better than you. We could be going out with a real master of disguise.” He lifts the pillow to look over her again. She certainly knew how to get what she wanted. Certainly appreciated her spunk. “Fine. But I won’t be doing anything else.” “Thank you so much Robbie!” She smiled so hard she rocked on her feet. “Enjoy your nap!” He scowled as he watched her run off, nap ruined since he now had to plan the perfect disguise to take the town terrors out in.

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Robbie wasn’t expecting Sportacus to be dressed in anything other than his hero outfit. But there he was, standing there in a blood stained lab coat, holding a plate with something absolutely drowning in whipped cream. “Thank you so much Robbie.” Robbie frowned, even as the plate was offered out to him. “I would have had to listen to them complain if I didn’t help them. What’s this?” “Pumpkin pie, with extra whipped cream. I couldn’t eat any, but I did convince the kids to try some roasted pumpkin seeds.” The smile aimed at him when he took the plate was practically blinding. Expecting the pie to not be appetizing, even drowning in sugar, he took a small bite using the provided fork. His eyebrows climbed, the pie was sweet. “You can’t eat this can you?” Sport chuckles, scratching at the back of his head, where the hat he normally wears shifts slightly. “No, but the kids really wanted pie, and Bessie was willing to help them. She also has candied pumpkin seeds if you want to try them out.” Robbie scoffs before leaning in to press a quick kiss to Sport’s cheek. “No way in hell, Sportacutie.” He smiles even as Sport’s face pinks and his hand covers the spot that he kissed. “I’ll take care of the kids. You just get your beauty rest. I’ll get you out of town before you know it.” He said the last part loud enough that the head of pink hair jumped, before moving away from the low wall. “The kids are spying on you again.” “I think you mean they’re spying on you. And you know I am always willing to play with you Robbie.” Again that megawatt smile is beamed at him, eyes at risk for permanent damage. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you say. I’ll see you later.” It’s his turn for his cheeks to heat.

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“Well, what a crowd we have here tonight!” Mayor Milford chortled as he grabbed for the bowl with a handful of gift bags for the kids. “Go on Pinkie, it’s your house.” Robbie nudged her towards the door, their final stop of the night. “Come with me?” She held her hand out to him. With a put-upon sigh, he took her hand as they approached the light spilling into her yard. “We have a robot. A ghost.” Milford handed bags to Pixel and Ziggy. “A… archer?” “A Highwayman!” Robbie had to give it to Trixie, she was basically dressed in all brown with a bandanna. “A what?” The mayor blinked at her owlishly. “A type of robber. Mostly done on horseback.” Pixel’s ‘robot’ costume was blinking and whirring softly as he fiddled with his wrist computer to pull up the appropriate information. “Uh. I see.” Milford dropped the treats into Trixie’s bag. His eyes then shifted to Stingy, who was trying to reach for the bowl. “And you are?” “A magpie.” Stingy huffed, and if he had real feathers he was sure they'd be ruffled. “They like shiny objects and like to bring them back home to their nests.” Stephanie brought Robbie into the circle of light. Milford laughed as Stingy practically snatched the candy out of his hand and hummed about it being his. “What do you say, Sticky?” Stingy huffed again. “Thank you for giving me what’s mine.” Robbie sighed through his nose, but let it go. He was tired of the grubby handed child after house two. The other three children also piped up with their thanks. “We also have a fine looking hero in our midst.” Milford held a hand out to his niece, and she slipped from Robbie's grip and gave her uncle a big hug. Her pink hero outfit makes the light seem to shift colors, he wonders if Sport’s would as well. “Thank you Uncle Milford.” She popped up onto her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. He chuckled, squeezing his charge before his eyes shifted to Robbie, lurking just on the outside of the light. “And what a handsome vampire.” Milford smiled, holding out a bag for Robbie. Robbie blinked several times, before pointing to himself. Stephanie and Trixie rushed over to grab his hands and pull him into the group. “You are the only v-vampire!” Ziggy smiled and placed a hand on his cape, making it flap slightly. “Thank you. You didn’t have to.” He held the small bag and looked at the spiderweb and ghost print. “Think of it as my thanks for bringing the kids out.” Milford patted his wrist before turning towards the kids. “Who’s ready for movies?” The kids all scramble past the two adults, mumbling thanks as they rush past Robbie. He even feels the youngest give him a hug against his leg, he lets his fingers brush over the white sheet covered head. Then it’s just him and Stephanie. “I can’t convince you to come in, huh?” “No. You kids have fun. I am tired and would rather sleep. Like you all should be.” Robbie crosses his arms over his chest before freeing one hand to try and shoo her away. Stephanie just smiles. “We have a special bag here for Sportacus. We made it up in case anyone got into trouble. Can you hang onto it for me?” Robbie turned up his nose at the bag probably filled with sports candy or something else. That trail mix that didn’t even have the candies he could pick out. Blech. “Why would I?” “We’re all going to be here until tomorrow, you still have to go home, what if you trip and get hurt? You could give it to him then! If not, I'll come and pick it up tomorrow.” Robbie sniffed, before taking the bag. “Fine. But not before four. I want to sleep.” Stephanie nodded, a knowing glint in her eyes as she closed the door on a bewildered Robbie.

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Sport curled into him when he slipped into the large fluffy bed. “Did you all have a fun time?” “I’m sure the kids had a great time. I don’t know how you wrangle them all day.” Robbie sighed as he tugged Sport to his chest. “It’s easy to do when it’s something you love. Did you not enjoy helping them dress up?” Sport pressed a sleepy kiss to his nose. “I did. They also made you up a bag for Halloween, in case we ran into trouble.” Sportacus pressed his sleepy chuckle into Robbie’s chest. “They couldn’t run into trouble, he went with them.” Robbie squawked, trying to squirm out of Sport’s strong grip. “How dare-!” “It’s okay. Because I love trouble.” Sport pressed another kiss to Robbie’s neck. Robbie was certainly pouting now. “I love you too. Blue Menace.” He pressed his own kiss to Sport’s forehead. “Good night Robbie. Sweet dreams.” “Sleep well, Sportacus.”

23 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

So recently I was in Toronto! And I got to see Hannibal Lecter’s office! My friend took some pics for me! Featuring a @mayakern skirt!

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109 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

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[writingwitharlo]

I posted 285 times in 2022

That's 268 more posts than 2021!

117 posts created (41%)

168 posts reblogged (59%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@writingwitharlo

@nhasablogg

@ticklishraspberries

@discountscoobyart

@hypahticklish

I tagged 233 of my posts in 2022

Only 18% of my posts had no tags

#ask box answers - 33 posts

#reblog - 30 posts

#tickle fic - 22 posts

#tickling - 21 posts

#heartstopper - 20 posts

#heartstopper tickle fic - 16 posts

#nick nelson - 15 posts

#charlie spring - 14 posts

#ticklish!nick - 13 posts

#ticklish!charlie - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 123 characters

#it was specifically about charlie saying something like that he likes nick's dogs more than him and nick tickles him for it

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Entry Requirement

a/n: whipped this up in one sitting, so anyone should be eternaly grateful. if there are any parts that don't make sense or sound wrong, blame it on the fact that it is now 4am ♡

Summary: Movie night, it's a classic.

Ship: Nick/Charlie

1809 words

Wednesday

"My mum will be out of town on Saturday."

"Hm?"

"I was thinking, we could do that movie night we've been talking about."

"..."

"Charlie."

A nudge of an elbow eventually tore the younger boy away from his essay.

"Look what you've done! Now my 'T' is all squiggly."

Nick simply smiled, shooting innocent eyes at his form partner.

"Did you hear what I said?"

Charlie huffed a little as he tried to save the untidy letter by tracing over it a couple of times. "When?"

"Just now."

Charlie paused and stared blankly at Nick.

Nick chuckled and shook his head. "Movie night, Saturday."

"Oh. Yeah, sounds good." He paused. "Should we invite Tao and Elle?"

Nick shrugged, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms over his chest. "Do you want to invite them?"

Charlie's eyes flickered down briefly, noticing the fabric of Nick's shirt stretch across the older boy's broad shoulders.

"Uh... Y-Yeah? Well-... Actually, I don't know if we'll be able to settle on anything to watch with Tao there. So, maybe-... Maybe next time."

The corner of Nick's mouth curled upwards and he nodded. "Sounds fair. I was hoping it would only be the two of us."

Charlie felt a flutter in the center of his chest and was unable to hold back the grin that split his face in two. "Yeah?."

Nick nodded, leaning forward and picking up his own pen again. "So, I'll sort out the snacks and you can pick what to watch."

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Saturday

Saturday couldn't come early enough. It had been a few weeks since the two had officially started 'going out', but it all still felt pretty surreal to Charlie.

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182 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

#4

In Front of Them

a/n: finally finished!! i'm actually pretty happy with how it turned out, even if it ended up a looot longer; also just tagging @ticklishraspberries @veryblushyswitch @nhasablogg @happyandticklish and @ticklepinions who i think might enjoy

Summary: Sequel to the Not In Front of Them drabble, the gang find out about Nick's ticklish secret...

(Heartstopper; Charlie/Nick, Tara/Darcy, Elle/Tao, Isaac)

2909 words

"Is he still sleeping?"

Hushed voices and dim morning light. The heaviness of sleep still lingered in the air of the spacious living room of the Nelson residence. The grey autumn sky painted the walls in a faint blue hue.

"I mean, it's barely eight," Charlie answered in a hushed voice, checking the time on his phone.

"Yeah, Darce, not everyone wakes up at the crack of dawn like they have coffee pumping through their veins."

Darcy gasped dramatically and pummeled her girlfriend with her stuffed elephant. Charlie had to bury his mouth in the crook of his arm to keep from laughing out loud.

It was nice having the two girls as part of their friend group now. It almost felt like they had been around all along. Plus, Elle finally had someone to discuss all of the topics with that the boys had just been hopeless at the last couple years.

Pillows and blankets and duvets lay, generously scattered, across the floor. Charlie couldn't remember at what point the movie night transitioned to the sleep-over part of the stay.

He initially woke to whimsical music playing over seemingly eternal end credits. Groggy and blearily he hunted down the remote, swallowed by the covers. Once the room fell silent and dark, Charlie shoved the remote behind some pillow and cuddled up to the warm body beside him. Nick briefly stirred awake from being kneed in the thigh. A couple of hushed words were exchanged before the dark enveloped not only their bodies but their minds, once more. A few hours later, the sound of a whispered conversation and giggling drang through to Charlie; although, for all he knew, it might as well had been minutes by how foggy his brain felt. The three girls sat huddled in a circle, each bundled up under their blankets and phones in their hands. Knowing that going back to sleep wasn't going to happen, Charlie sat up, gently smiling back at the girls as they took notice of him. His eyes briefly fell on Nick, making his stomach flutter at the mere sight of him; untidy hair, crumpled tshirt, expression of blissful oblivion. Charlie felt the overwhelming urge to just grab his face and kiss him until they were both breathless, but instead he let the older boy sleep some more; there would be plenty of time for kissing later. He picked up Nick's discarded jumper and pulled it over his own long-sleeve shirt, his scent wrapping around him like one of Nick's hugs, before flipping over onto his stomach and settling down at the foot end of the couch to join the girls. Elle offered to make them all tea and forced Tao awake to keep her company while Isaac volunteered to tag along to help them carry the cups back in a bit. The faintest clatter of ceramic and muffled voices billowed in from the kitchen a few moments later.

"I think that should be a thing though," Darcy spoke, leaning against the base of the couch and hugging her elephant to her chest. "Caffeine infusions. They would change the world."

"Isn't that what coffee already does, though?" Charlie pointed out with a chuckle.

Tara shook her head. "You're not really going to use reason to argue with her, are you?"

Charlie raised his eyebrows as he thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, you're right. My bad."

"Hey!"

"Shh."

"Hey."

Charlie heard the faintest rustle of the duvet beside him as Nick stirred some.

"Did I wake him?" Darcy whispered, placing a hand over her mouth.

Charlie shook his head. "No, I don't think so. He can be a pretty heavy sleeper."

"You sure? What if he's just faking to listen in to our super secret conversation."

"About your genius medical invention?"

Charlie looked at the blonde for a second with a knowing smile. He really shouldn't. Nick had specifically asked him not to, and he should respect that. And would it not be more fun to keep the secret just for a bit longer? But it was true, they would find out sooner or later. And if it was up to Charlie, he definitely preferred sooner.

Slowly, he moved his hand to the socked foot poking out from under the covers. His fingertips grazed against its sole lightly. Anticipating a kick or something worse, he ducked his head, but the only reaction he got was a tiny twitch of the toes.

"Hm," Charlie hummed, retracting his hand again. "He's definitely asleep."

Darcy looked up at him, her mouth ajar. "Charlie Spring, have you been withholding valuable information from us?"

"Oh, no," Tara chuckled.

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182 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

#3

the 80s crop top era would have been steve's downfall (and eddie's uprise)

193 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

#2

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193 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

only noticed when i came across an edit of this idiot, look at that smirk and his little tongue poking out at the end actually has me dead

i mean, all of us felt something when he launched himself at dustin so just know that this is the exact face eddie makes before launching a tickle attack

slowed version for better appreciation:

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2,015 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

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[falfasreblogblog]

2024

shitty irrelevant thoughts/actual blogging

So it's a new year now. To be honest I feel kind of guilty posting things that aren't 'art' online. and to be even more honest than that I feel kind of guilty posting art too.

2023 was... bad. I started off the year with a myriad of trips to the hospital, coupled with several months of starvation and pain, coming out completely broken on the other side.

2019, 2020, 2021, and 2022 weren't exactly great either. It's been death upon death, and hospital visit upon hospital visit. My body and mind have undergone a metamorphosis that feels... Alien. There's nothing quite like losing your physical ability to perform basic tasks to fuel pre-existing body-dysmorphia.

I thought I'd be homeless or dead by now.

The only things keeping me sane have been my friends, online and irl, and a generous amount of highly dissociated media consumption and creation. I lead an isolated life where most of my time is spent in varying levels of pain.

Sometime a few months ago I stopped having dreams and nightmares when I sleep. Maybe that sounds like a good thing, considering most of it was trauma dreams that got so bad I sometimes found myself waking up to the sounds of my own wimpering sobs. But instead of being pleasant it just feels... empty. Wrong. Like something is missing. Like I've run out of feelings.

I had to dissociate pretty hard to manage things this year. My family life is... Turbulent. Showcasing any form of emotion to the words and treatment slung at me by my father and brother usually ends up badly for me. There have been times where I felt unsafe. One time I ran away, despite my physical condition, to stay on a mattress on the floor of an empty room with no curtains. I wanted to die. I spent all my time making music and art to keep myself from going through with it. I dissociated so hard that all of my masochism worsened and warped to the point of homicidal thoughts.

When you're that far away from yourself, with no care for yourself or others, your mangled survival instincts ironically ends up making you very efficient. It makes you 'sharp'. On edge - hyper observant - yet enveloped in a calculating calm. Nothing matters, but everything matters; your prime objective is to end up on top, untouchable by the world.

It's... chilling.

Knowing that it's happening to you, and knowing that you can't just 'turn it off' as easily as others can turn it on.

I want to go back to my real personality. I know they're in there. I'm 'me' right now as I'm writing this, but a very broken version of it. The 'other me' - the calculating one - is still here.

I dont want them/the 'other me' to talk to my friends too much, so I usually isolate whenever this happens. I'm aware there's no such thing as 'another me' - it's a trauma response. And a very potent one at that, considering there's 3-4 of them. Dissociating sucks.

One day, I hope there's only one of me.

Maybe if my body gets better, physically, I'll be able to work on it in peace. If the doctors finally find some sort of treatment for my swelling and infections and pain.

I want to hold somebody and feel whole.

I really want that to happen.

[mrs-luigi-vargas]

Whumptober 2022 Fics

Making a masterpost even though I literally only wrote three fics, lol~

To be fair, I had lots of ideas! I just didn't have time to write most of them! Maybe next year?

So yeah, similar deal to Sicktember - Super Mario fandom, everything's interconnected, etc etc. Since I didn't write everything in my main outline, these fics are a bit disjointed, but that's what series are for!

The links to the fics (and the context for the overarching story) are under the cut!

Fic links:

speak now or for the moment lose your peace

[One-shot, 1.2k Words]

Summary: To get through the Bandits' territory unscathed, Mario has to explain what he and his adventuring party is doing there in the first place. This is a problem, because Mario doesn't talk.

Prompts: “You better start talking.”, Silent Panic Attack (ft. Running Out of Air, Ringing Ears)

get me out of this cavern or i'll cave in

[3 chapters, 4.7k words]

Summary: Further along in their journey to rescue Princess Peach, Mario and his adventuring party gets ambushed and funneled into a cave. The cave collapses, and they get separated. Some end up in better shape than others by the time they reunite.

Prompts: Ambushed, “I’ll be right behind you.”, Cave-in, Separated, Dislocation, Self-done First Aid, Punching the Wall, Anger Born of Worry, Magical Exhaustion, Catatonia, Allergic Reaction, Tears, “I don’t want to do this anymore.” (ft. “Just get it over with.”, Stabbed, Waking Up Disoriented)

An Illuminating Fireside Spat

[One-shot, 1.7k words]

Summary: Kamek is on watch when he realizes Kammy is hiding a thing or two. It’s kind of an important thing or two. What in the world was she thinking?

Prompts: Hidden Injury, “This wasn’t supposed to happen”, Magical Exhaustion (ft. Sleeping in Shifts, Tossing and Turning)

Full Context:

Peach gets kidnapped by some priest-looking people because they want to use her pure heart to purify the world of sins and evil or whatever. They bring her back to their home base, a monastery that’s rather far away.

Mario, upon initially finding she’s missing, goes to confront Bowser about it. Luigi tags along, because honestly even he can admit he needed to get out more. Bowser is mildly offended that Mario and Luigi are accusing him of a kidnapping he didn't do, but Kamek points out that he’s the most likely suspect, anyway, so it's not like he should be surprised at the accusation. Bowser tells him to be quiet. Kammy laughs at Kamek's disgruntled expression.

Bowser decides to join the Mario Bros in rescuing Peach, because he's the only one allowed to kidnap her and he wants to teach those wanna-be villains a lesson. Kamek tags along to keep Bowser out of trouble, and Kammy joins the team because Kamek cited her healing abilities as a reason for Bowser to order her to do so, much to her chagrin.

They set off on their journey, getting into various whumpy situations and such! ^_^

#whumptober2022 #masterpost #no.7 #no.25 #no.14 #no.12 #no.26 #no.13 #no.11 #no.28 #no.24 #no.27 #no.22 #no.4 #no.1 #altprompt #super mario #fic #mlv.fic #whumptober 2022 project

[kieren-fucking-walker]

Hey there folks.

As you may know the UK is being battered by Storm Arwen at the moment, it’s been snowing unexpectedly early for this time of year and temperatures have been reaching below zero for days now. Luckily things are starting to abate a bit, but we’re only getting colder which is why it’s the perfect time for my family’s boiler to break.

It’s an old house, and an old boiler, so it’s not exactly unexpected it’s just not great timing and with my two youngest siblings still living at home, one of which has a chronic illness, it’s nowhere near ideal.

Getting a new boiler is far too expensive to consider with all the work that will also need doing to the system, the repair is not cheap but is a lot more do-able to at least last them through the winter. My sister and I who no longer live at home have chipped in as much as we can, but my mum earns £80 a week and that’s the only income into the household that she has any access to (my dad gets all the benefits in his name and has been financially abusive for a very long time) at the moment. I’m signed off work and earning statutory sick pay which is £96.35 per week so I can only make my own rent through the help of some wonderful people.

I’m tired of this year, I’m hoping next year will be kinder. As much as I’d like to ignore it this isn’t a problem that will go away without intervention so if you’d like to help I’d really appreciate it. At the moment we’re looking at about £400 left after me and my sister have given what we can, in the summer they might be okay for a bit without heating and hot water but they can’t do that in the winter.

My paypal is here

My ko-fi is here

Sending love to you and your families. Feel free to message me if you want more information or want to offer me a virtual cup of tea, I will gladly accept.

#life blogging #I had a hysterical laugh and crying breakdown about this on my kitchen floor this morning #and then put on the kettle for a cup of tea #because what else can you do? #I'm so tired #maybe I'll find away to sleep through 2022 #so there's no chance it can be even half as bad as this year has been

[illicitlimerence-writes]

switzerland | l. norris

pairing: lando norris x reader word count: 2k words. request: yes/no prompt: chocolates from this prompt list. warnings: language maybe, pms, period cramps, i think that's it. just like my xmas fics, PLEASE DON'T SEND REQUESTS FROM THE VALENTINE'S PROMPT LIST. i'll tag all the fics as illicitvalentine's so it's easier to keep track of them.

my masterlist / valentine's day masterlist

(same vibes)

“okay chat, i’ll be right back, i have to get something,” lando tells his stream audience, taking off his headphones and walking out of the streaming room. he walks downstairs, grabbing his water bottle from the fridge as he looks for something to eat. he’s craving something sweet, but all he finds are the skinny pop that his trainer allows him to eat as snacks. he rummages through the pantry, nearly giving up before an idea pops into his head.

i can’t do it.

oh, but you want to.

no, she’ll kill me.

you can make it up to her, she’ll never know.

okay.

he finishes the quick discussion with himself, the angel and the devil on his shoulders disappearing as he crouches down and finds what he’s looking for.

your stash of candies and sweets. he grabs a few, making a mental note of what he grabbed so he can replace them with new ones later. he goes back up, mindlessly throwing the candies on his desk so he can munch on them while discussing the new improvements of the 2022 mclaren f1 car. the few details he was allowed to talk about, of course.

without taking his eyes off the monitor, he grabs a bag and opens it, chewing softly on the sweet chocolate. his eyes travel down, seeing a few words in a foreign language written on the small plastic bag. he doesn’t really know what it says, but he knows he’s currently falling in love with the taste of it. in the blink of an eye, he finishes all the small bite-size candies, forgetting about all the other ones as his craving has already been satisfied and throws away the empty bag.

since he only ate one bag of sweets, he puts them all back in their rightful place, hoping you wouldn’t notice the missing one. it was only one bag, after all.

a few days later, you finally come home after a work trip that required your presence and attention the first half of february. you also arrive with the worst case of pms you’ve ever experienced in your life. you feel cranky, irritated, and can’t stand anything. lando’s car isn’t in the driveway when you arrive, which only adds to your current heartache.

you leave your bags in the car, not having the energy to do anything. once you walk in, you’re immediately greeted by the familiar scent of your home. you walk up the stairs, grunting with every step you take, feeling too tired to even move.

you thank the stars that your boyfriend is a little bit messy, because he always leaves his used hoodies on the bed, or the floor on his side of the room. you take off what you’re wearing and put on comfy sweatpants, grabbing lando’s warm hoodie and putting it on as well. you pull the fabric up to your nose, sighing softly as the faded scent of his cologne invades your nose. you put your phone on your bedside table, too exhausted to lean down and grab the charger, you just leave it like that, clinging to the remaining twenty percent of battery.

you cover yourself with the sheets and blankets, resting your head on your pillow, hugging lando’s inside your arms and falling asleep instantly.

it’s late when lando finally comes home. he stiffles a yawn as he presses the button to open the gate to your shared home. the sleep immediately melts away as he sees your car parked. he parks next to you and rushes inside, excited to finally have you in his arms after you’ve been away for so long. it’s two days before valentine’s day, so it’s perfect.

“baby! baby, baby, baby,” he yells, excited as he walks in. he notices that most of the lights are off, but he pays it no mind as he only has one task at the moment: finding you. “baby, why didn’t you tell me you were arriving today?” he says, walking past the kitchen and living room, only to find them empty. he continues his search up the stairs, going straight to your bedroom, where he finds you curled up in bed, body moving up and down with each breath you take.

lando smiles, shoulders relaxing once he knows you’re there, safe and sound. he doesn’t turn on any lights, guides himself around the room with his phone screen. he changes out of his clothes and lays down next to you. since you’re leaning on your side, he slides an arm around your waist, pulling you back a little until you’re pressed against his chest. you sigh in your sleep and that makes him smile.

when you wake up the sun’s shining in through the curtains, you close your eyes as you try to move, wanting to sleep a bit more, and the sun is making it impossible for you. you’re caged in, you notice, as you feel a heavy arm on your waist. a soft breathing hits your neck, and you smile at the feeling. you grab lando’s arm, lifting it a little as you turn around, and lando groans in his sleep, hands moving automatically until they find your body. he pushes you close to him, but since he’s not looking at what he’s doing, your forehead hits his chin, and you both feel a sharp pain, waking the both of you up.

“jeez, if you don’t want me here just say it,” you chuckle, resting your chin on his chest as your hand travels up to his chin, massaging it softly.

“sorry, i really didn’t mean to do that,” he mumbles, opening his eyes as he blinks the sleep away. his hands find your face, and he leans in and connects your lips together. “i didn’t know you were coming home yesterday,” he whispers, his thumb rubbing your forehead.

“yeah, i finished early,” you give him a small smile as a dreaded pain settles in your stomach. “oh, fuck,” you say.

“what?” he asks, eyes scanning your face as it contorts into a pained expression.

“cramps, i think i’m getting my period today,” you say, pecking his lips and rolling to your side of the bed. “can you get me-”

“chocolate. on it.” he finishes for you, knowing that even though it wasn’t really recommended, the chocolate really helped ease your cramps. you blow him a kiss as he stands up, walking out of the room in search of your favorite sweets. you make your way into the bathroom, getting ready in case you start your period. after washing your hands, you go straight back to bed. the pain gets worse and you lean on your side, trying to pull your knees up to your chest, until the pain gets a little more bearable.

lando comes back soon enough, holding a bar of your favorite brand, a room-temperature bottle of water and some painkillers.

“eat the chocolate first, i’ll be back with some breakfast.” he instructs as he hands you the chocolate bar, setting the water bottle and medicine on his nightstand. he knows you won’t even try to reach it if it’s too far away. he pecks your lips and leaves again. about ten minutes later, he comes back with two plates, a few pieces of toast, some fruit he’s cut up, and nutella.

definitely not the healthiest, but you deserved it.

“you’re the best,” you lean in and kiss him. he helps you sit up, your back against the headboard and you balance your plate.

“you know, it’s valentine’s day tomorrow,” he says.

“i know,” you nod, remembering that his present was still in your car.

“i know that the second day it’s the worst for you, so i thought maybe we could just do something chill. whatever you want to.” he smiles, and your heart skips a beat at the soft look he gives you.

“thank you, lovie. i’d love that,” your lips meet his again for a few seconds. you sigh, thanking the stars that put him in your path.

the next day really is the worst for you. you cry your eyes out when lando gives you your present, a painting he made himself. two silhouettes staring at a sunset, you and him. he also gave you the classic giant teddy bear and red heart-shaped balloons. and, of course, lots of chocolates. you give him a jar filled with daily reminders. you’d been working on it for a while now, writing a small pick-me-up each morning for him. reminding him how much you loved him, how worthy of love and success he was. how lucky you, and the rest of the world were to have him walking on this earth.

you also gift him a new hoodie you’d designed yourself. you weren’t the best at it, but he loved it.

unfortunately, the pain and cramps get worse as the day goes by. you thought you could get up and make dinner together like he’d proposed, but your body was saying no.

"i'm sorry for ruining valentine's," you stick your bottom lip out a little, looking at lando, who’s crouching in front of you, next to the bed. he lifts his hand, brushing the hair away from your face, he leaves his hand on your cheek.

“you did not ruin valentine’s. we can celebrate it some other day. what matters is that we’re both together.” he leans in, pecking your lips. you close your eyes, smiling. “i’ll go make dinner, okay?” he asks.

“don’t burn anything,” you can’t help but tease.

“so you can’t get out of bed but you do have the energy to tease me?” he laughs, making you chuckle as well, only to grunt in pain a second later, “shit, sorry,” he grabs your hand and lifts it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “i’ll be back, do you need anything?”

“actually, yeah. do you remember those chocolates i bought when we were in switzerland?” you ask, you’d bought a whole box but now you only had one small bag left.

“yeah, i think so. i’ll be back,” he kisses you one more time and leaves. he reaches the kitchen, opening the fridge and looking for the chocolates, but he can’t find them. he goes back upstairs, “i don’t think we have them, babe,” he says.

“they should be there,” you frown, trying to remember if you’d already eaten them all, “it’s a white bag, with orange text. caramel filling,” lando freezes in his spot, but tries to play it cool.

“uh, okay,” he leaves again, going to his streaming room and finding the trash can he keeps by his desk. there it is, the empty white bag of caramel-filled swiss chocolates. “shit,”

he rushes downstairs, picking what he thinks you’ll like, and he kneels in front of you.

“baby, i… i accidentally ate the chocolates you wanted.” he starts, handing you everything he brought with him. “i’m so sorry, i know you always tell me not to eat your snacks, but i really wanted something sweet, and i was on stream and i-”

“hey, hey, it’s okay,” you say, raising your head from the pillow and running a hand through his hair. “we can get some more when we go back,” you smile, leaning in, biting back the pain, and you softly press your lips on his. “don’t worry,”

“i feel so bad, i know how much you loved those,” he says, remembering your wide eyes and happy smile once you had your first bite of the sweet candy, “and i didn’t even register that those were the ones you were always talking about.”

“it’s fine, don’t worry. i’m sure any of these will fill the void for now,” you smile.

“i love you,” he leans in and kisses your cheek. “i’ll be right back,” he says, grabbing a hoodie off the floor and putting on his sneakers.

“where are you going?” you ask, smiling at his urgency.

“to switzerland!” he says as he rushes out of the room.

“switzerland? lando!” you laugh.

“switzerland! i’ll be back!” he yells as you hear his footsteps down the stairs.

you lay back against the bed, biting your lip as you try to stop a goofy smile to speak on your face.

“shit!” he yells, running back upstairs.

“what happened?” you watch him open his bedside drawer.

“forgot my passport,” he says, grabbing his wallet as well. “don’t wait up!”

#lando norris fanfic #lando norris smut #lando norris fluff #lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris x you #lando norris one shot #lando norris fic #lando norris blurb #lando norris x female reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #formula 1 imagine #f1 fandom #f1blr #f1 drivers one shot #f1 drivers #f1 drivers x reader #illicitvalentine's

[the-fandom-crossroads]

Decided to start making genshin fic rec posts. There's a lot of um interesting fiction to sort through on AO3. Figured a post listing the readable ones might be appreciated.

Ground rules for what I'll recommend. No noncon, incest, or adult and child ships. M rated is allowed for violence or discussion topic reasons only. aka no Smut or pwp.

And without further ado here's the fics I recommend from April 7th 2022!

Crashing - Rated Teen, Zhongli/Childe ch 1/?

Zhongli and Childe get pushed to their fighting limits.

I recommend reading Grounding before this one. It's short at only five chapters of Childe supporting Zhongli through some angst.

Amber and Ashes - Rated Teen, Xingqiu/Chongyun ch1/?

AU where Chongyun finds Xingqiu trapped in amber.

Fire on your Tongue - Rated Teen, Lumine/Childe Ch1/1

Drunk love confessions during Lantern Rite. Very cute. with just a hint of angst.

Three Things - Rated Teen, Kaeya solo fic ch1/1

Kaeya's angsty reaction to the Chasm story Quest. No real quest spoilers, but his reaction won't make sense if you haven't seen it.

Let's toast to the Ones that got away - Rated G, Jean/Rosaria, Jean/Lisa, Jean/La Signora, Jean/Ningguang, Jean/Diluc ch1/1

Jean thinking about past relations ships on her wedding day. A great summary of the way different Jean ships would work. Jean/Rosaria end game in case that's a no go for you for some reason.

Chongyun's Diary - Rated Teen, Chongyun/Xingqiu Ch11/11

Exactly what it says. Chongyun's diary going over cute moments between the two friends.

Letters Exchanged - Rated G, Albedo&Xingqiu ch 1/1

Xingqiu writes a letter to his penpal Albedo. Short and sweet.

Praenuntius - Rated Teen, Zhongli/Childe ch 3/?

Friends to enemies to lovers. Childe trying to kill Morax actually has consequences for once. well relationship consequences at least. There's also promises of Dragon!Zhongli.

Of Drink a Dreaming - Rated Teen but is basically G, Rosaria&Barbara ch 1/1

Barbara saves a Drink for Rosaria. . . that's it that's literally the fic.

Alchemy is hard but Feelings are Harder - Rated Teen, Albedo/Sucrose ch 3/?

Albedo and Sucrose go Hilcurl hunting and maybe realize they like each other along the way. workaholic doing selfcare by caring for another workaholic crush trope. Is that a trope? it should be these nerds need sleep.

Crimson Wings and Frozen Swords - Rated G, Amber/Eula ch 1/1

Alternate Amber and Eula first meeting that happens on Dragonspine.

Eternity - Rated Teen, Gorou/Kazuha ch 1/?

Gorou and Kazuha spar on the beach and cuddle. An adventure to Enkanomiya with Captain Beidou is on the horizon.

How to Train Your Father - Rated Teen, Crepus & Diluc & Kaeya ch 1/1

AU where Crepus turns into a dragon instead of dies. Really curious about where this goes and love the HTTYD reference.

My Indulgence will be your Ruin - Rated Teen, Eula/Amber Ch 1/?

Lisa and Kaeya tease Eula about a certain outrider. Said outrider drops in to save the day.

Atop Wangshu Inn's Peak - Rated G, Xiao/Venti ch 1/1

Venti joins Xiao after a few drinks with Zhongli.

Returning Home - rated Teen but almost M, zhongli/Childe ch 1/1

Childe and Zhongli don't make up as fast as expected. But that doesn't stop Childe from going to Zhongli when horribly injured in a fight. Almost M rated descriptions of wounds but otherwise Teen.

Growing Pains - Rated G, Kaeya&Diluc ch 4/?

Sick fic brought about by the Khaenri'ah curse Kaeya definitely has.

The Weight of his Sins - Rated Teen, Xiao/Venti ch 1/1

Xiao's Karma flares after a battle and is soothed by a certain Anemo Archon.

My Heart Calls You - Rated M but is actually Teen at most, Xiao/Aether ch 1/1

Aether calls Xiao's name even when it's not needed and Xiao finally asks him about it. Leads to eventual love confessions and kissing.

Into the Chasm - Rated Teen, Childe/Lumine ch 1/1

Childe joins Lumine for the last fight in the Chasm. With lots of Flirting involved. End of Chasm quest Spoilers

You Owe Me for This - Rated Teen, Diluc & Kaeya ch 3/?

Diluc starts to notice something is up with Kaeya. But the past gets in the way once again.

The Sinners are All that's Left - Rated Teen, Kaeya & Klee ch 1/1

Kaeya and Albedo can feel what's happening in the Chasm. Kaeya is grounded with Klee when it happens.

SparkKnight Captain - rated G, Kaeya & Klee ch 1/1

Kaeya tells Klee a bedtime story.

Alright I'll end it on pure fluff. It's late and this is a lot more fics than I expected. Hope you enjoy reading some of them! I sure did. Let me know if there's anything I should have tagged or if I should do one of these again tomorrow.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin zhongli #genshin xiao #genshin childe #genshin kaeya #genshin klee #genshin venti #genshin diluc #genshin jean #genshin amber #genshin eula #genshin traveler #genshin fanfic #genshin fic rec #fic rec list #god that's so many characters #i'm not listing all the ships sorry #genshin xingqiu #genshin chongyun #genshin albedo #genshin sucrose #genshin rosaria

[5ish]

morning. han jisung

pairing: han jisung x reader

genre: fluff

desc: mornings with han. hugs, kisses and han being loud. *this is so mf cringey i am TRULY sorry*

↳ ok i’m reading this in 2022 and this is so cringey 😭😭 i’m so sorry for anyone reading this

"good morning baby." he said as he kissed my nose softly and caressed my cheek with a soft smile.

"hi." i giggled shyly as i saw him observing my facial features deeply.

"hi." i giggled shyly as i saw him observing my facial features deeply.

"you're so beautiful."

blush wiped across my face and i turned my head to the side, looking away from him.

"ahh..i'm going back to sleep Jisung." i turned over and plopped my face into the soft pillow. he says that every morning. and i get shy..every time.

"noo baby please wake up or else i'll have to SING REALLY LOUDLY." he raised his voice in a joking manner. i widened my eyes and quickly got up.

"OKAY JISUNG, IM UP."

he chuckled softly and pushed the hair out of my face. "do you not like my singing?" He said in a small pout.

"no baby, i love it, just not at 8 am." I laughed and smiled at him.

he leaned into me and brushed his nose against mine. "mm i love you so much." he lightly pecked my lips.

"i love you." i said wrapping my arms around his neck and nuzzling my face into his chest.

he rubbed my back slowly as he laid his chin on top of my head, pulling me in tighter.

i enjoyed the hug, feeling so warm and safe in his arms. he was my comfort place. my yellow.

feeling arms wrap around my thighs and lift me up, i yelped and he laughed lightly, taking me to the bathroom.

he walked in with his hands wrapped around me tightly and quickly turned the light on and walked over to the sink.

as he put me down, i pout from the loss of warmth that the hug gave me. "mm Jisung, come here." i looked over and reached my arms out for him.

he walked over to me and hugged me again but this time the hug was shorter.

he pulled away and handed me my toothbrush.

"brush, okay?" he looked down at me and i nodded tiredly.

he left the bathroom while i started brushing.

once i finished brushing and washing up, i turned the light off and left the bathroom to find Jisung.

after not finding him in our bedroom, i went to the kitchen to see him making pancakes, with blueberries..just how i like it.

"hi baby! you done?" he practically yelled across to me.

i jumped from where i was at and then sighed.

"Jisung, i'm right here, shush." i walked over and wrapped my arms around his torso, closing my eyes and taking in the smell of his cologne.

"sorry." he whispered.

there was silence around us except for the sizzling butter on the pan.

i hummed and turned him around just as he placed the last pancake on top of the stack.

pulling his face into my hands, i guided him towards my face and kissed him softly.

"it's okay." i whispered back.

the slight smile that crept up his face warmed my heart, tempting me to squish his cheeks.

he chuckled a little when he noticed i was staring at him.

"mm..you're so in love with me, you make it painfully obvious." i heard him say with a laugh, tightening his grip on my waist.

the rose tint on my cheeks appeared as i pushed my face into his chest and ran my fingers through his hair, playing with the shorter strands towards the back of his head.

"baby." he kissed my temple softly.

i hummed, "yes?"

"umm..our foods gonna get cold so, do you wanna maybe eat first? and then we can cuddle after?"

i laughed a little at the way he said the sentence.

"of course, baby." i softly kissed his temple as well.

i pulled away and looked up at him, he's such a beautiful, beautiful person, i thought.

every time we stare into each other's eyes, i think about how much i appreciate him, and love him, everything about him.

he's truly my everything and i'll never let him out of my grasp.

i stop staring into his eyes and direct my focus onto his lips as he starts speaking.

"okay, i know you like my face but, we've been here for like..10 minutes and we haven't eaten yet and i'm super hungry, so..."

"yes we can eat Jisung." i ran my hand down his arm to grab his hand, pulling him with me towards the table.

we finished breakfast, that unfortunately got cold because of my undeniable love for him and his face, we spent the rest of our day talking and cuddling, enjoying each other like we always have, and will continue to do.

Han Jisung? one of the best people to spend mornings with.

#han #han jisung #skz #skz jisung #stray kids #bang chan #changbin #lee felix #yang jeongin #lee minho #kim seungmin #hwang hyunjin #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst

[deepintothewoodsblog]

Into the woods: The journal - Part 6

08/01/2022

I barely can remember what I have been doing this last week. Anything. I recall plenty of other things tho, but I'll get to that later.

The thing is that, after making that Rammer flee, I managed to get asleep, but not after hours of anxiety and wariness, and I ended waking up at the early morning anyways, probably again due to stress.

So there I was, all drained and hungry, still confused about what to do first. Try and hunt something, stick to bugs and berries, or repair that massive hole the mysliving left? All of those things were time consuming, and some required resources and energy that I didn't have in me at the time. ¿How can I obtain wood without an axe, in the first place? Maybe try and cut something with a sharpened stone?

Too many stuff in my head, just trying to answer questions brought even more of them, and I felt tired before even getting up... and that's when I saw it, laying in the ground: the piece of the tongue I severed last night, greenish drops of blood still dripping from it.

TAfter days eating only small critters and stuff I found in the bushes, one's mind starts to become kinda lax with the stuff it tolerates. What once was welcomed with nausea, turns out to be a potential snack, given enough starvation. And my mind SURE was more permisive than ever... Right, right, I'll get to the point. I ate that thing!

Call me what you want, but you guys should have expected me to keep trying the weirdest delicatessen since the day I decided to eat the dusk grass. To be frank, my current diet was not going to be enough in the long term, and I felt my strength slowly but surely giving up by the day. That think looked meaty and full of protein... I ate it raw, but at least I washed it in the river before doing so.

The first two hours I did not feel a thing. Since that thing was as big as my hand, It made for a big meal, so I could forget about food for a while. I spent the morning trying to find a good rock to sharpen and eventually improve to chop some small trees. And then, it happened.

Suddently, I felt as if my whole head was melting from the inside. A sense of warmness embraced me, and I felt as if all my fatigue and issues swiftly faded away. It could only be the tongue! That thing was provoking all those side effects! I started to feel dizzy, my surroundings tilding and becoming foggy.

I desperately ran towards my cabin, trying to at least be sheltered until I recovered. Or so I tried, because I realized I lost the feeling of my legs. Worse, of all my limbs! Why I wasn't falling down, then? I tried to look at the ground, but my vision distorted so much, I could not tell what had before my eyes. A colourless mist embraced everything, and I couldn't help but go through it.

At first, I felt pure terror; I was probably lying in the open, unable to move nor defend myself. My body was a literal free meal for any predator. Basically I condemned myself to death!

And somehow, soon that sensation, too, faded away. I only felt calmness, and an increasing bliss, as if I was at peace with myself, and felt like nothing would ever go wrong. when was the last time i felt like this? Why I didnt even care of my very likely death? Beats me even now.

The fog gradually turned blue, and then some white blurrs appeared. It all kept getting more nitid, until I could discern the blurs as clouds, and the blue space as an enclosed rectangular room that sort of mimicked the sky. And at the center, a crescend moon and something similar to a ring with a sphere in the middle, both things of beige color. I know I'm not the best describing stuff so I have made a drawing of it, as clearly as I remember it:

I felt I was being observed by that Moon's thingy, as if it was staring directly at my soul. As if it was a dream, I felt like all that was genuine, real. But it was very different from sleeping; I was fully aware this situation was abnormal, and conscious about the ''real'' world. I felt as if I could leave whenever I wanted, but for some reason, I couldn't feel the will to do it within myself anymore. Even if right now my body was exposed and ready to die, even if I had a lot of chores to do. Somehow I found all of that trivial.

The clouds were bound to the... ''walls''? of the room, and just slided through them, as flat as if they were paintings, but vaporous as the mist they are made of in real life. I could not focus on them while I had that thing looking me dead in the eyes, though.

This room, which I shall name from now onwards the Sky Room, couldn't be just a product of my mind. It was not a rational thought, but an unshakable conviction, that even now I firmly believe.

How long did I stay in that state? In real life, days, inside there it was not as easy to ascertain. It felt like an eternity, as a trial that would not end until the end of time.

I felt warm and careless. I wouldn't have minded dying, if I had evidence that the afterlife would be like this scenery and ambientation, forever and ever. Why something that simplistic, with no stymulus outside pleasure itself, had me so attached?

And then, after unmeasurable time, something happened: A voice rumbled within my head. For some reason, I could not discern it's tone, but it felt incredibly rough. <<Not yet>> is all it said. Not yet, what?

But before I could ask, I inexplicably fell unconscious (or maybe I actually regained conscience?), everything fading as quickly as it originally appeared. And then, just complete darkness.

When I woke up I found myself inside the cabin, lying in the ground. Probably I managed to reach it before losing my awareness? Dunno. My entire body ached, but to my surprise (even more so after checking a whole freaking week passed!) I didn't feel hungry or thristy, and not tired at all! What did that thing do to me?

I have not experienced any other side effects since then, and I still feel rested and well. But all that stuff I experienced in the Sky Room, they still intrigue me to no end. Most importantly, I never ever felt that well in my entire life, not even after making peace with living in the woods. And now that I am back, I miss it a lot.

So probably I developed an addiction to a pseudo magical substance I can only harvest by facing a creature totally capable of mauling me to death. Essentially becoming some sort of errr let's call it ''Nature junkie''. At this point I'm not afraid to admit it. There is some stuff that nourishes me, makes my struggles fade away, and on top of that now I have questions for whoever talked to me out there. I see more than enough motives to give it another try as soon as I can.

I gotta catch another of those Rammers, and as soon as possible. I know it is a suicide mission -I really don't know anything about those things, and I have seen how powerful they are- but I don't care anymore. From now on, all my effords will be towards not only surviving, but actually living. And I will not be alive again until I chew another of those freaking tongues.

#into the woods #journal #personal diary #natural #wilderness #writting