#really the only thing i have left to do is finish setting up the discord

[bluesidez]

Can’t get Firefighter Miguel out of my head because of the Miggy discord.

content warning: nothing but fluff...for now 😗

word count: 1.3k, not proofread

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Imagine you’re trying to get into baking or something and you’re not used to your oven AT ALL.

Cherry pies? Ruined.

Apple fritters? Apple crisps.

Chocolate chip cookies? Charcoal chip cookies.

Brownies? More like burnt brownie brittle.

Your process would be going so well until it was time to actually put your dessert in the oven and it was like your oven plotted against you.

You set the right temperatures. You pre-heated. You even placed things in the right part of the oven. How is it that everything goes wrong?

The only desserts that saw the light of day were the no-bake ones. You’re not sure how much more no-bake cheesecake you could take anymore.

The day that really sets it off is the day that you attempted to make a simple vanilla birthday cake. Your friend’s birthday was coming soon and you wanted to gift her one of those cute bento cakes.

Your icing is finished and delicious. You’ve been practicing the decorations all week and they were pretty cute! The cake just a few more minutes left to bake, then you could take it out to chill.

As you’re piping a bag of baby pink icing, you look up to see that the room is a little foggy. You turn in a panic and notice puffs creeping from the oven.

“No, no, no!!!” you cry as you turn to open it.

You can’t do anything but cough as a ton of smoke hits you in the face.

Your cake on fire. Orange and yellow light illuminating the oven.

You panic as the fire seems to grow brighter once it hits the air.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!”

Where was your fire extinguisher? You tried fanning at fire with a towel, but to no avail. You couldn’t even get to the knobs to switch the oven off.

You step back, terrified. You felt like sobbing watching the flames take over. Why aren’t the sprinklers on?

By the time you run out of your house, the fire alarm decides it can sing its tune. You call 911 with a shaky voice, hoping they can get here faster than your alarm decided to make itself known.

You stand outside peeking through your eyes as you could see the flames grow near your kitchen window.

Thankfully the firetruck makes it in time, the firefighters working quick to get inside.

One of them asks is anyone else inside and you shake your head no, thankful that it was just you.

It doesn’t take long for them to put it out and come back outside.

“Are you ok?,” one of them comes to ask you. You look up to this tall, dark, and handsome man. He’s sweating a bit obviously from the summer heat and the fire as he takes his helmet off. His hair is curly and dripping. You ogle him a bit, watching his chest move up and down.

“Do we need to call you an ambulance?” he says, placing a heavy hand on your shoulder.

“Oh! No! So sorry, I’m still a little…winded from everything,” you say, embarrassed.

“Ok, well as long as you’re fine. Do you mind telling me what you were doing?” he asks.

You cast your eyes down. Here was such a fine man standing before you and you had on pajamas and a frilly maid apron with flour splattered on top.

“I was trying to make a birthday cake. As we can see, it completely failed,” you reply. “I don’t know what happened. I followed every instruction. The oven was set at 350 degrees.”

He tilted his head at you as you whined away.

“Is this the first time that something like this has happen?”

You shake your head no, “This is the 3rd burnt dessert in a week.”

“Hm. Well I’ll have the crew here check it out.”

An hour and some change later, one of the firefighters tells you and the tall glass of water, who learn is a captain named Miguel, that you have a damaged gas line.

“You’re really lucky that you were only getting blackened sugar. One more cake and that could have been the end,” Miguel says to you with hand on his hip and another on your shoulder. “And also, never open the oven if there’s a fire. If this happens again, turn the oven off and wait until it dies down.”

You felt your head nodding, heart beating at how awkward everything felt.

Miguel looked down at you again, “Do you have anywhere you can stay over night? Or until I can get someone up here to get this gas fixed?”

“My grandma lives a couple of streets down,” you say, cheeks heated at his intense eye contact.

“Tell you what, how about you settle there for the night and I’ll come back personally to help you grab your belongings tomorrow morning?”

“That would be amazing! Thank you so much. I’m sorry for all of this,” you gesture to your house.

“It happens. Nothing you did here was your fault. Besides, I’m the captain. Fighting fires is what I do. Now, how about a ride in the truck to your grandma’s?”

You feel giddy when he practically pulls you in the truck. No seats are left so you have to settle for sitting on Miguel’s lap, heartbeat racing.

The other firefighters try to hide their smirks and snickers watching their captain hold you so softly in his arms. One big bump in the road has you clinging to him to not fall off.

You straighten back up, embarrassed by the little slip. Miguel chuckles at your actions.

You pretend not to hear their wolf whistles as he guides you to your grandma’s front door.

Miguel knocks firmly, waiting with you until she opens it.

She’s about to fuss at you for not stopping by sooner until she looks up at Miguel.

“And who is this?” she says, a bit shocked.

“My name is Captain O’Hara. I just wanted to drop your grandbaby off. Had a little baking accident.”

Your grandma listens to Miguel as he explains the situation calmly and professionally. It doesn’t stop her from fussing over you, grabbing and turning you to check for any damage.

“I’m ok grandma. I just have to stay here while my gas gets fixed.”

She thanks Miguel profusely, “Son, what’s your favorite food? I’ll have it made and sent down there for you.”

Miguel laughs heartily. You’re about to tell him he doesn’t have to answer that until he beats you to it.

“Whatever your specialty is, I’ll take it,” he says with a sweet smile on his face and holding your grandma’s hands.

“Cap! We gotta another fire at the college dorms. Someone burnt noodles in the microwave again,” a firefighter yells from truck.

“Well if you all can excuse me, duty calls!” he says and runs back to the truck.

“I can’t believe you burnt a cake! Haven’t I taught you better? And you know you’re making him that food, right?” your grandma says as you step inside.

“Grandma,” you say, affronted. “It was the oven, not me! And he might not want to even eat what I make after this.”

“Hmph,” she says, with a click of her tongue. “Well, you better get ready to use this kitchen here. You need that man as a husband.”

“Grandma.”

“I have some ham hocks in the freezer, some turnip and mustard greens. I think the church sent me some potatoes. We need to go to the store too. You gotta get him through his stomach.”

“Grandma!”

There was a silence as you and your grandma stared at each other.

“So are you thinking pork chops or catfish to go with the side dishes?” she said, grabbing a pencil and an empty envelope.

You just groaned and crumpled in your chair.

divider by: @benkeibear ❤️‍🔥

the grandma convo is heavily inspired by my own grandma lol. tagging @miguelhugger2099 @kit-and-wolfe @huniedeux @ugh-ok-fiyn because I want y’all to see this 😗

#love lab drabbles 💊 #Firefighter!Miguel ❤️‍🔥 #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o’hara x gn!reader #miguel 2099 #spiderman 2099 au #spiderman 2099 x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #x black reader #miguel x black reader

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Keep Your Head Up to the Sky (As Your Day Unfolds) by alphera [Twitter]

Illustrated by Shirou_UOHS @shirou-oh-sakura

Fandom: 全职高手 | The King's Avatar

Rating: General Audiences

Category: M/M

Words: 9 270

Time is rarely kind, and impossible to escape. At the ripe old age of 30, Han Wenqing retires from the Glory Professional Alliance and moves forward the only way he knows how: fearlessly and without hesitation.

About the Book

FONTS: Coelacanth, Segoe UI Emoji

IMAGES: Illustrations by Shirou; pastel sky ID: 7007221 from Rawpixel; dark blue sky ID: 7044483 from Rawpixel; Han Wenqing & Desert Dust image from The King's Avatar Wikia; Ye Xiu & Lord Grim image also from TKA Wikia; Glory card png also made by Shirou via Discord

MATERIALS: regular ol' printer paper (8.5"x11", 20lb, 96 bright); ~1.5mm chipboard; Neenah cardstock (8.5"x11", 65lb, bright white); Iris bookcloth (Madeira colour); paper from Gilded Ink paper pad by Recollections; waxed linen thread (30/3 size, white); wheat paste (1:4 flour:water)

PROGRAMS USED: typeset in Affinity Publisher 2; endpapers designed with Affinity Designer 2 and Affinity Photo 2; imposed with Renegade's Community Imposer (settings: Quarto, snug against binding edge, signatures of 2 sheets).

Text & QR codes printed with colour laser printer (duplex, flip long edge), images printed with inkjet printer (HP Envy 5055; one sheet at a time, single sided, place facedown in tray)

BINDING: quarto (quarter-letter) size, sewn board binding with french link stitch and breakaway spine.

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Absolutely LOVED this story! I've reread this one a number of times, and keep going back for more. Alphera's writing is so good! Ye Xiu is the series protagonist so things usually follow him, which makes it refreshing to see a story through Han Wenqing's eyes. And the author does it SO WELL! AHHH!

It's been a while since my first read-through, but I'm pretty sure this was the first TKA fic that I actually downloaded and started typesetting. Absolutely chuffed to have it finished! (Love me some growth-- the typeset looks a LOT better than my earlier attempts!)

RAMBLES

Another sewn board binding and breakaway spine! Since this isn't my first go at it, the construction of the book was considerably faster and smoother than my last one. It's just as well, because I ran into a speed bump that stretched out how long it took to typeset and print.

The culprit: (very pretty) illustrations. My laser's colour printing capabilities are shot to hell, so I used my inkjet for the artwork. This involved creating 3 copies of my typeset: 1) the completed typeset; 2) just the text, images hidden; 3) just the images, text hidden/white. Then I ran them through the imposer and printed the text version. The real issue was figuring out how to feed the sheets through my inkjet printer to print the images where I want them. Had to go one page at a time, single-sided. (Just need to place sheet facedown in the tray. So flip along vertical axis.) It took a while, but I got there in the end. And the results were SO worth it! 😊

For the scene breaks I left them as written. I had tried inserting images of the Glory Logo and account card, or using crossed swords emojis ⚔️, but nothing I tried worked as well as what the author did. (It's really neat! Different characters were used to indicate the direction of the timeskip: >>>> for a jump forward in time; <<<< for a flash into the past; and ==== for regular scene breaks, a 'next' rather than 'before' or 'later/after'.)

The cover and endpapers were based off of Shirou's fantastic cover illustration of HQW and YX walking hand-in-hand down a beach at sunset. The art itself is phenomenal so I had it stand alone as a frontispiece and didn't do anything fancy with the title page. For the covers, I looked through my decorative paper stash for something red or black to represent HWQ or Team Tyranny. What I found was paper with pinks, oranges, and purples similar to that illustration -- and that was that. I liked how the colours matched the art, and the gold splashed across it. (Gold for victory, gold for wedding rings and a happy golden future together.)

(Sidenote: I love how the beginning of the end of HWQ's career as an e-sports player "starts with a tingle in his ring finger", leading him and YX to taking the next steps in their relationship and eventually getting married 💍🖐)

I went with a red bookcloth for the spine because it's a common team colour for Tyranny, Excellent Era, and Happy. It also represents good fortune, courage, passion, and love -- things that come to mind when I think about YX, HWQ, and HanYe. The particular shade of red I used is Madeira. It's darker than Ruby Red and leans a little cooler, which suits the decorative paper more.

The endpapers use two background images (overlayed, adjusted, using multiple blending modes) and some images of HWQ and YX from The King's Avatar Wikia.

The background images are from Rawpixel -- I was just minding my own business looking for images of clouds and maybe some mountains to represent overcoming challenges/glory/looking up to the sky, when I found some clouds with the same sunset colours of Shirou's art. Figured it was too perfect, and if I'm going to lean into that design-wise, I might as well go whole hog and full-ass it. Then I found a starry night sky to add some darker blues and stars to it to match. After that it was a matter of overlapping them and positioning them to fit. I also grabbed some images of HWQ and YX from the King's Avatar Wikia and added them to it because HanYe. (After removing the backgrounds).

#Keep Your Head Up to the Sky (As Your Day Unfolds) #alphera #fanfiction #bookbinding #the king's avatar #qzgs #tka #sewn board binding

[aldbooks]

The Syren - ACOTAR Writing Circle - Part 3 - Rating: E

I have the pleasure of finishing this lovely story begun by @headcanonheadcaseand continued by @secret-third-thing as part of the ACOTAR Writing Circle organized by @azrielshadowssing

Part 1 | Part 2 | AO3

Summary: Gwyn Berdara is more than just the bartender at The Syren, she's the heart and soul of the place. She rebuilt the old pub from the ground up, turning it into a cocktail bar, and is fully committed to its success. She's always drawn the line at flirting with her customers, but when a patron begins quizzing her cocktail recipes, Gwyn finds herself willing to bend her rules.

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Gwyn checked the time on her phone- again. Her break was almost up and there was no sign of Azriel. The door to the bar had only opened twice in the twenty minutes she’d been out here to emit a few stumbling college girls and their friends back into the night, and her phone had not buzzed once with an incoming message.

Scoffing, Gwyn rolled her eyes and tucked her phone back into her pocket. “Whatever,” she muttered to herself as she glared out the windshield. “He can do what he wants, I don’t care. It’s not as if there was really anything going on with us. We only hooked up the one time and it wasn’t even that good.”

Liar. She was a damned liar. Those too brief moments they’d spent in her car, in the very seat she was now occupying, had been… she didn’t have the words to properly describe how it had felt. To feel him moving inside of her, his hands and mouth on her skin, the sounds he’d made, the ones she’d made… Even just remembering it sent a shiver through her. 

She did care. Very much. Not that she had a right to, however. Because the one thing she hadn’t lied to herself about was that there was nothing going on between them. There had been no words or discussions of commitments or exclusivity. They barely knew each other, and he clearly had some past with the blonde, one that still seemed to be affecting him. She wanted no part of that. She refused to be anyone’s second choice, no matter how good the sex.

And that, for once, was not a lie.

A ringing emitted from her pocket, a reminder she’d set to let her know break time was over. Sighing, she turned the alarm off and climbed back out of her truck taking a moment to double check her appearance before heading back in. She told herself it had nothing to do with Azriel, she didn’t care what he thought of her. It was for the other patrons, the ones she would smile at and flirt tips out of.

As she walked back inside and headed behind the bar once more, she became aware of two things. One, someone had apparently decided it was karaoke night as they sang very loudly- and off key- to Neil Diamond. Two, Azriel was still watching the blonde (said singer), and didn’t even seem to be aware that Gwyn had left the bar, as he was still nursing the same drink she’d made for him when he arrived.

Irritation climbed up her throat and she swallowed it back, ignoring the knowing, sympathetic look Emerie shot her as she joined her behind the bar. Shaking it off, Gwyn quickly dropped back into the rhythm of mixing and serving, resolving not to glance back at that corner booth again, no matter how loud or obnoxious the noise became as Cassian’s baritone joined in to Journey. Soon enough, half the bar was singing along, glasses raised to the ceiling in a cacophony of discordant sound that grated on Gwyn’s ears. Nesta caught her eye and they both grimaced. She decided right then to never host karaoke nights at the bar. Ever.

~*~*~*~

Gwyn tapped the brakes a bit too hard in surprise the next morning, cursing as coffee sloshed onto her hand and glared out the windshield at the man waiting for her outside the bar, leaning against a motorcycle straight out of her wet dreams. Of course he would ride a motorcycle. He couldn’t have driven some perfectly sensible vehicle that diminished his appeal enough to keep her sane for whatever confrontation was about to happen. Damn him.

She’d more or less kept to her resolution not to look his way the rest of the evening after he’d failed to join her on her break. She definitely hadn’t noticed the way his eyes barely left the pretty blonde in his group the rest of the night, or the way she had giggled and leaned against him, her manicured fingers wrapped tightly around his arm as they left, or the way he did not meet her eye as he passed by the bar. And she definitely had not spent most of the night, once she got home, trying not to think about him or the fact that the one encounter they’d had together would likely be the only and she might never see him again.

Absolutely not.

And now, here he was, waiting for her, coffee in hand as she pulled into the bar this morning. She had come in earlier than usual to catch up on some bookkeeping and wondered how on earth he’d known when she would be here. Or how long he’d been waiting.

She ignored him as she carefully set her travel mug aside, wiping her hand on her jeans and pulled into her usual spot. Taking her time as she gathered her phone and purse and everything she would need for the day, she took one last, steadying breath before climbing out of the driver’s seat, shutting the door behind her with a sharp snap. 

“Morning,” he greeted her with a deep rumble that made her toes curl in her boots. The blasted man had parked nearly blocking the bar’s back door so there was no way to avoid him. As she passed him, she gave a pointed look at the tray of coffees in his hand before meeting his eye and raising her own mug to her lips.

Behind her, she heard him sigh quietly and felt him follow her to the door, staying a respectful distance behind as she pulled her keys out and unlocked the door. He said her name just before she made to shut the door in his face and, against her better judgment, something in his voice made her pause.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “For the way I acted last night. I- will you please let me explain?”

Gritting her teeth, she looked back at him. The morning light caught off the golden hues in his hazel eyes and she could easily read the remorse in them. But was his remorse for the lost opportunity for sex, or for the loss of whatever strange tension had existed between them from the moment they’d met? It seemed her heart was in the driver’s seat this morning and not her brain, as she gave him a sharp nod and allowed him to follow her inside. 

Feeling especially grumpy this morning, she did not offer him a seat as she tossed her things onto her desk and flopped down into her chair, ignoring him entirely as she woke her computer up and pretended to be busy while he patiently waited to be acknowledged. It was a test of sorts, to see just how badly he wanted to apologize. How sincere he might be and, so far, he was passing.

Finally, she leaned back in her seat, turning it to face him. A quick glance at the chair opposite her had him sitting down, awkwardly cradling the coffees in his lap. Still she said nothing as she stared at him, and waited. 

Azriel shifted under her scrutiny, clearing his throat before finally speaking. “I, uh- our friends, who joined us last night, they… sort of surprised us with their visit. I hadn’t been expecting to see them, which was why I’d kind of gone silent the last few days…” He reached up to scratch the back of his head in an adorably nervous gesture that absolutely did not soften her towards him. At all.

She watched as a faint blush stained his cheeks. “You might have noticed there’s a- er, bit of history between Morrigan and I.” Morrigan. So that was the blonde’s name. It was very regal sounding and oddly fitting for the stunning beauty. She gave him no sign of agreement, just continued to stare at him as he floundered through his explanation. While she knew her face was cold and impassive, inside she was a riot of nerves having no idea what sort of history or feelings he was about to admit to.

“First of all,” he said, leaning forward, his expression earnest. “I want to say that, while I did once care about her- that way- I haven’t for a long time. Still don’t. Neither does Cassian-” he said quickly. Despite herself she was amused that even as he was attempting to apologize for his own sake, he was still worried about how her friend might react to a potential threat to her ‘situationship’ with his friend. Which he rightly should be. Nesta was terribly territorial, but she had seemed unbothered by whatever had been happening last night. Not that she would tell him so. Let him sweat.

Shaking his head, he continued. “Nothing ever really happened between us, anyway. The details are irrelevant but I just- it had been so long since I’d seen her, I think I’d forgotten what she was like.”

Gwyn raised a brow at that, the first response she’d given him thus far. A panicked look came over his face and he hurried to explain, “I mean, I forgot how manipulative she was. She was always good at playing Cass and I against each other. Cass caught on long before I did, unfortunately, and ultimately, it was what convinced me to move on. But she was in typical form last night, trying to flirt and evoke a jealous response out of us both and, when that didn’t work, she got more aggressive… I don’t know what exactly you saw, but I promise I was not pining for her. I was more angry than anything.”

His expression turned pleading. “As for not meeting you on your break, I swear I tried to, but every time I tried to leave, Morrigan would rope me into whatever stupid conversation she was having and wouldn’t let me leave.”

Gwyn scoffed at that and he winced. “You’re a big boy, Az. If you wanted to leave, you could have. Easily. And if you’re apparently incapable of using your big boy words to tell her to shove it, well then… I’m not sure there’s much left to discuss. I have no time to play with little boys.”

Azriel grimaced. “I’m sorry,” he said again, his tone now dejected. “Truly. I know you and I- that we-” a sigh of frustration. “I know there was never any kind of official agreement or anything between us but I liked you. I still like you. And I know last night I wasn’t exactly in best form, but I hoped…”

His lips rolled together as he stopped that train of thought. Gwyn’s heart was pounding as she fought to keep her expression neutral. He looked a bit like a lost puppy and damn if it didn’t yank at that awful, sensitive part of her that longed to fix all the sad, broken things in the world. Just like her bar, and her Bronco. She had a feeling that, with some tender loving care, this man might just be everything she never thought she wanted. But no. She was stronger than that. She’d been hurt too many times to allow herself to fall for another man who would not fight for her. Hell, if his explanation of what had happened the night before meant anything, it seemed he could barely fight for himself. She didn’t have time for that nonsense. She had a business to run that took far too much of her time and energy. She didn’t need another thing to take care of.

He seemed to read that in her face as he sighed dejectedly, hanging his head for a moment before rising from his seat. Setting the coffees on the corner of her desk, he gave her a sad smile. “I really am sorry, Gwyn. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t,” she said coolly, forcing herself to meet his eye and did not miss the flicker of pain in them as he nodded and turned to leave.

As soon as he was gone, she buried her face in her hands and willed herself not to cry the stupid tears that burned her eyes. He wasn’t worth it.

At least, that’s what she told herself.

~*~*~*~

Gwyn swiped a hand across the sweat that had collected on her brow as she finally managed to catch up with the mad rush that had suddenly hit her bar in a wave. Turning towards the far end, intending to restock the ice chest, she bit back a sigh when she found Azriel waiting there with a ghost of a smile. 

Ever since the morning he’d come to see her to try and explain what had happened with him and Morrigan nearly two weeks ago, he’d shown up at Syren almost every night, with or without Cassian, sometimes not even drinking, just sitting at the end of the bar and watching her as she worked. The first few times he barely spoke to her outside of the words necessary to order a drink. Gradually, his smiles became more frequent as he attempted to banter with her as they had before, apparently finding her steely responses amusing.

She’d be lying if she said it didn’t excite her a little every time he gave her that crooked grin when she gave him some smart ass retort. She liked sparring with him, and each time  he smiled at her she both wanted to smack him and drag him over the bar to have her way with him right there on the sticky floor. The thought was tempting.

Ignoring the heated response that thought elicited in her, she took a bracing breath and walked over to him. If she added a bit of sway to the movement of her hips as she did so, and if his eyes dipped down to watch the movement with hungry eyes, well… that was no one’s business.

“What do you want?” she snapped. The regular sitting two seats away gave her a sharp look, likely shocked at her lack of manners when she was so friendly with everyone else. Azriel just grinned, pointing at the newest addition to the menu. 

“Why is this one called the Priestess?”

The corner of her lip twitched. “Because it’s deceptively sweet,” she purred. “And if you’re not careful, you’ll find yourself on your knees.”

His eyes darkened as his grin turned a bit seductive. “Sounds perfect.”

Fuck. Me. She thought. She had no defenses for that smile. If she wasn’t careful, she’d find herself giving in much sooner than she’d intended. 

She’d already decided to give him another chance. Honestly, how was a girl meant to resist such charm when he showed up at her bar continuously, no matter how harsh she was? Nesta and Emerie had also voted in his favor, giving her knowing grins the moment he’d walked in every night. She had no doubt of his sincerity when he’d said he liked her. And damn it all if she didn’t like him too, if for no other reason than his stubborn persistence. 

She held his gaze a moment longer before turning to grab her ingredients. Bourbon, lemon juice, thyme infused simple syrup, peach puree and a splash of sweet tea. He watched intently as she added everything to the shaker, his gaze on her breasts and she lifted it to shake. Straining it into a glass, she slid it over the bar to him, holding his stare as he lifted it to his lips and took a long sip. 

Swiping a stray droplet from the corner of his lips, his tongue stroked over the tip before sucking it into his mouth. Her knees wobbled a bit but she kept a straight face as she called over her shoulder to Emerie. “I’m going on break.”

Behind her, her friend snicked but agreed. Azriel grinned as she winked at him before turning on her heel and hurrying to the back. By the time she grabbed her keys, and a condom, and made her way to her truck, Azriel was stalking around the side of the building to meet her. Wanting more space than the front seat offered, she flipped open the hatch and climbed into the bed. A hand grabbed her ankle, yanking her back slightly. Before she knew what was happening,  her jeans were off and Azriel was climbing in behind her, still fully clothed. The hatch slammed closed and he was on her, hands tangling in her hair as their mouths crashed together. 

She squeaked when he suddenly flipped them over, dragging her up to straddle his face. He grinned up at her as his fingers pushed her underwear aside, stroking her lazily. “It’s not quite kneeling, but given the lack of space back here, it will have to do.” And then his mouth was on her.

For several moments, all Gwyn could do was grip the back of the seats and attempt to breathe. His tongue was merciless as he licked and sucked and nipped and worshiped her. Her orgasm built shamefully fast and though she did her best to hold it off, there was little she could do against such onslaught. Soon enough she was shaking and screaming and grinding against his face. His fingers dug into her ass, encouraging her to move, and the vibrations of his groans only made her shake harder.

When she couldn’t take anymore, he relented, loosening his hold and allowing her to pull away from him. She stared down at him in a pleasured haze, watching as he panted and licked his lips with a satisfied smile. Fuck. 

She didn’t realize she’d said it outloud until his grin widened. “I need you inside me,” there was no disguising the huskiness of her voice as she said it. She moved to grab the condom from the back pocket of her jeans that were bunched up in the far corner but he flipped her over before she could go far, laying her out diagonally along the bed of the truck. Reaching up for the seatbelt of the driver's seat, she watched in confusion and then anticipation as he pulled her hands above her head and bound her wrists with the strap, leaving her open to him. 

She gave a breathless laugh as he scrambled out of his pants, tucking a condom from his own pocket between his teeth. “Someone was optimistic, I see.”

He shrugged, unrepentant. Yanking his shirt over his head, he was suddenly, gloriously naked and she looked her fill as he rolled the condom on, sorry not to have use of her hands to touch every inch of him. Later, she promised herself. Because there would be a later.

Stretching himself over her, his kiss was surprisingly tender and she felt herself melt a little more. “I missed you,” he said, trailing kisses down her neck. She wrapped her legs around him as she felt his cock slide against her clit. Making his way back up to her lips, he continued to thrust against her, making her wetter but still not entering her. “Please tell me this isn’t just a one time thing,” he begged. 

“It will be if you don’t fuck me right the fuck now,” she grumbled.

He laughed, his eyes sparkling in the darkness. “Yes, my syren,” he promised. He was inside her in the next breath and she gasped at the sudden fullness. His movements were excruciatingly slow as he allowed her to adjust to him, his cock dragging through her with each slow thrust. The sensation was delicious but she quickly grew impatient. 

Tugging against her restraints, the seatbelt moved with her but not enough to touch him, causing her to groan her frustration. “Azriel,” she snapped his name and his answering laugh was low and sexy. 

Bracing himself above her on an elbow, his other hand wrapped lightly around her throat and he held her gaze as his pace increased until her thighs were squeezing around him and the beginnings of an orgasm stirred. “Is this what you wanted?” he growled.

“Yes,” she breathed, her back arching as she tried to meet his thrusts. “Yes- fuck, yes!”

Her eyes slammed shut as another orgasm barreled through her, Azriel continuing to fuck her through it. He grunted as her pussy squeezed him until he too was coming apart, the fingers around her throat contracting slightly. His mouth found hers again as they both came down until the necessity for air forced them apart. 

Their bodies were covered in sweat as he rolled off of her as much as he could in the cramped space, reaching up to release her wrists. Taking each in his hands, he gently massaged the red marks between his fingers. All she could do was lay there and breathe, temporarily unable to move her body. Brushing hair out of her face, she felt his lips on her forehead as they lay there in silence.

A silence that was abruptly shattered by her alarm, signaling the end of her break. 

“Fuck. I don’t know if I can go back to work after that,” she groaned. Azriel’s hand slid down from her cheek to squeeze her hip and then she felt him moving about the space, probably redressing. She didn’t object as he helped her back into her pants. 

He was smiling, but she could tell there was something he wanted to say. “What is it?”

He smiled sheepishly. “Well, I don’t want to presume anything,” he said as he helped her out of the back. “But I was already planning on hanging out most of the night, if you’d like the company…”

Gwyn arched a brow as she took a moment to make sure she was presentable. “Oh?”

Azriel closed up her truck and turned to give her a wicked smile. “Perhaps if you give me another Priestess, you can get me on my knees for real later…”

Her lips curled in a slow grin as she sauntered past him. “Now there’s something to look forward to.”

#acotarwritingcircle #gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #gwyn and azriel #azriel x gwyn #azriel and gwyn #gwyneth x azriel #azriel x gwyneth

[cnovelartreblogs]

with tumblr dying, do you know of any open discord communities for danmei and cnovels?

Hey hey!

The only public fandom server I'm part of for Chinese media (...virtually the only public fandom server I'm in at all, and my personal main hang-out spot on Discord...) is @merinnan et al's Daomu Biji server.

It's the nicest, chillest, most welcoming public fandom server I've ever been in - not that we haven't had our moments of drama, but they've been rare, and I've always felt comfortable there - and I've made a lot of friends too. That said, if you're not into DMBJ and/or as obsessed with Zhu Yilong as I am, I can't imagine it'd be a great fit.

Also, so - I'm @unforth, and my day job is that I own and operate an indie micropress, Duck Prints Press, that publishes original work by fanartists and fanauthors. As part of that, I and the staff involved with that run a "Book Lover's" Discord server. While it's sort of a combo "about the Press" and "about all queer books" and "about whatever we feel like talking about" server, we do end up talking about danmei a fair amount because multiple of the people involved in the Press, including obviously me, are into that kind of thing. Like we do a weekly chat on Wednesday about what we're reading and yesterday's was like, "here's one mlm YA book! here's a thriller in Dutch! here's the Yuri manga I just read! And here are the eighteen bajillion things we're all currently reading on Bilibili oh and I started Poyun." You're certainly welcome to join us. What we talk about there really boils down to what the people who are there want to talk about, ya know?

About a million years ago, I started building a cnovelartreblogs Discord server myself, but I've been so frackin busy the last couple years that I've never managed to finish setting it up the way I'd like. That said, it's got penciled in rules and channels for some of the more popular cnovel fandoms (mostly danmei, tho there is a Please Don't Laugh section). If I could get help moderating it, I could open it.

I just really don't have the ability to do it myself anymore, my days right now are like:

wake up

scroll tumblr and do upkeep on the art side blogs (while sitting with my kids and helping them get ready for the day) (1.5 hrs or so)

study Chinese (while sitting with my kids and helping them get ready for the day (.5 hrs, tho I wish it was more, if I can manage more than 30 minutes then I can actually try reading a real damn book but I only have the time maybe once or twice a month)

work (7 to 8 hours on weekdays, often more on the weekends, bonus if my kids are around and my wife is at work, such as tomorrow)

try to be a good mom (all the hours)

errands, chores, kid after school activities, etc. (1 to 3 hours a day)

read while snuggling kids on the couch and trying to ignore the tv (an hour if I'm lucky)

sleep (8ish hours, I hope)

there's just no wiggle room left for me to do any extra fandom stuff right now, sigh.

(sorry to whine about that part. it's not relevant. I just got my covid booster yesterday and I feel terrible today so I'm feeling sorry for myself. it's truly not a bad life overall I'm just perpetually exhausted)

#unforth replies #idk how to tag this

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

Hi! I see you've mentioned before you like GravesBeaks. I know you're a huge Fenro and Mads fan, and I really like your art. You seem cool and popular, and I don't want to be a bother (I'm very shy and easily intimidated), but I'd like to request a GravesBeaks drabble, maybe them decorating Mark's office for Christmas at Waddle.

Honestly, I'd be happy with any holiday cuteness and fluff if you'd be willing to write it. I'd also be interested in chatting about Mark and Falcon, if you ever want (and your AUs too, you're very creative).

I know GravesBeaks isn't a popular ship, but I do have a Discord with a few people. I'm trying to get it active again and just wanted you to know. Thanks for your time. Happy Holidays!!

Hiiiii!!!!

UAGH YES I DON'T TALK ABOUT THEM MUCH BUT GRAVESBEAKS MY BELOVED <33333 there was literally no reason for them to show up in the mad ducktor thingie other than that I just wanted to write about them. ssldkjfdsljk I really don't talk about them much but yes. I love them. they were the first characters I ever shipped in the dt fandom and the first dt fanfic I wrote (which I have not! posted) was about them. YEA AND I HAVE LIKE THREE WIPS OF THEM FOR THE ROYALTY AU and I want to draw them more but I'm too intimidated to draw Graves ssldkjfssk

anyway using this as an excuse for a royalty au snippet of them :3 (this is very much a wip) when you’ve been keeping your relationship secret for a decade it can be a lot to have someone find out

hehe. really need to cover their relationship more, hidden relationships are so fun so I had to give them that trope <3

ANYWAY ANYWAYYYYYYY holiday fluff office decorating for you <33333

x

“No, no, a little lower- no, that’s too far, higher! Alright… a little to the left?”

When Graves stepped into Waddle headquarters that morning he found it in a surprising state of disarray. Employees were rushing everywhere, their arms laden with various tinsel, ornaments, and lights.

It was odd to see Mark’s usual ‘chill’ office environment be transformed into pure chaos, especially this early in the morning. Usually when Graves arrived the only people there were the night security. Now it seemed like every employee Beaks had was running around the building.

Mark was in the middle of it all, laying flat out on his back on the candy desk, head hanging off the side as he gave instructions upside down. Why he was positioned like this Graves had no idea, but it certainly wasn’t hindering his ability to yell at his staff.

“No, this is all wrong!” He was conducting the hanging of a huge wreath of mistletoe, one of the employees holding it up so he could see. “This is the completely wrong place to put mistletoe, why didn’t anyone tell me how bad this is?! We need holly here- someone grab some!”

A pig in a green and red coat stepped forward, raising her hoof slightly. “Mr. Beaks, we used the last of it in the front entryway-”

“Well then get some more! What am I paying you for?!” The parrot snapped, sitting upright in a flurry. “And whose job was it to replace this desk? Why am I still sitting on a rainbow desk- this is supposed to be red white and green!”

“I’ll check on that sir!” A swan near the back of the room quickly hurried away.

That’s when Mark finally noticed Falcon, who was still looking around at the decorations in confusion. “Gravesyyyyyy! There you are! What do you think? It’s not finished yet of course, these people refuse to move fast enough, but it’s getting there!”

“It’s impressive.” The most eye catching thing in the room was the half-decorated Christmas tree, which stretched nearly twenty feet to the high ceiling. Employees on incredibly tall ladders were carefully placing each ornament in place. “I wasn’t expecting anyone here this early.”

Mark hopped off the candy desk, moving to his bodyguard. “Yeah, I didn’t have time to set everything up last night so I was hoping to get it set up before the building opened. If people would move fast enough.” He glared around meaningfully at the rushing employees.

“So… holiday decorations?” Graves was still confused as to why Mark would care so much about this.

“Yes!” The parrot exclaimed. “The Christmas tree especially. It’s all about getting that holiday buzz, you feel me? I want people to go ‘woah, have you seen the huge tree at Waddles?’ Good decorations are the easiest way to get people talking about you, and Christmas is a perfect opportunity!”

“Ah.” Of course, this was all to get attention. Everything Mark did was to get attention.

“So, what do you think?” Mark spread his arms, spinning in a circle to gesture around the room. “Like I said, it’s not done yet, but anything you’d change? Anything need more? Less? To be in a different spot?”

Falcon was no interior designer, but even half-finished, everything looked good. The colors were grouped nicely, and the different decorations spaced out well. “It looks great.”

“You’re sure?” Beaks glared at one staff member, and they quickly readjusted the tinsel they were wrapping around one of the now red and green slides.

Falcon caught hold of Mark’s hood, using it to pull him close. He leaned his head down to press his beak against Mark’s temple, preening the area. “It’s perfect, love.”

He could almost feel Mark’s blush as the trillionaire relaxed against him. “Well, thank you. I try.”

“Are you decorating the whole building like this?” Falcon asked as Mark leaned back against him, his back against the raptor’s chest. Falcon wrapped his arms around the parrot.

“Hmm, no, mostly just the public places.” Mark placed his hands over Falcon’s, which were held together against the trillionaire’s chest. “Maybe in some of the more common work areas, just to boost staff spirit, you know?”

“Got it.” Falcon hugged him tighter. “Well, as long as you don’t make me put anything up, then I’m fine with the decorations anywhere.”

“Oh, actually!” Mark stood straighter, tilting his head back to look at him. “We need the giant wreath hoisted up over the window, it’s to heavy for anyone to lift by themselves and nobody,” again he glared around pointedly, several employees ducked their heads, “can figure out how to work together to do it.”

Falcon sighed. “Mark, I just said-“

“Awh, c’mon, Gravesy!” The parrot pulled away to turn to face him, laying his hands on Falcon’s broad chest. “Just one thing, you’ve just got to pull a rope and that’s it! Please, I really need my big, strong, bf’s help with it.” He reached up, squeezing Falcon’s bicep.

The raptor sighed. “Just this,” he held up a finger to get his point across. “Nothing else.”

“You’ve got it, Gravesy!” Mark leaned up, kissing the end of Falcon’s beak. “C’mon, I’ll show you where it is.”

He pulled away, and Graves followed him. “Can I get a real kiss before I do this for you?”

Mark threw him a mischievous look over his shoulder. “How about after?”

#UAGH them <3333 #thanks for the ask! #anon ask #prettyyyyy sure I know who this is 🤨 #hiiiiii <333 #mark beaks #falcon graves #gravesbeaks #ducktales #dt17 #ducktales 2017 #duckverse #wacky writes #I don’t usually do discord but I’m always down to talk here!!!! #slsldlf as much as I love the fluff of them decorating together idk if it’s anything they’d actually do #soooo now we’ve got beaks ordering people around sldlflfl #‘really cool and popular’ anon I’m 🥺🥺 tyyyy #snoopy blinking at that

[celestialking]

Do you kind doing another ftm fic with Punz for MCC ? Since Punz won maybe he was in a good mood and eats reader out?

Of course ^×^ ♡ it's also pretty short btw

NSFW 18+ only - Minors/Ageless blogs DNI

Warnings: afab language, ftm,

Arguably Punz's lap maybe hasn't been the quietest place to sleep while he was playing MCC but it sure was the most comfortable. In your sleepy confusion you were suddenly being squished awake, shaken violently. Faint yelling filled your ears.

You gripped Punz's arms drawing his attention. "Sorry baby boy, I didn't mean to wake you," a look of guilt flashing over his face. "But we won!"

"Good job, you did so good," you mumbled sleepily, beginning to slip out of his lap. "I'll be right back," you left the room to wake up a bit, finally returning as Punz seemed to finish a long rant.

"Im kinda hungry," Punz sighed opening his phone, doordash ready. "What should I have for my victory meal?"

You stepped closer with a small smirk on your lips sensing a great opportunity.

Your arms slid around his shoulders pressing yourself against the back of him. Your lips pressed against his neck. "Me," you whispered low enough for discord to not pick up.

Punz froze turning to face you. "Really?"

He gulped softly turning back to his screen. "Why is there um- a chick fil a thing, its saturday?" Punz leaned into your fingers scratching at the base of his scalp. "Wait they're open Saturday, they're closed on Sunday I'm dumb,"

"Sorry my brain froze, i- I had a brain freeze. I'm getting chick fil a," he stuttered to chat.

"Yes I'm getting the homophobic chicken. And I'm gonna enjoy it," Punz's eyes flickered between you and his phone. His answer to a random chatter, softer than usual.

Once he was done ordering he slowly set his phone on the desk watching as you left the room.

You grinned giving a little wave to tease him before turning your back.

"Chat. I'll be right back. Bathroom and water,"

As soon as his final word left his mouth he ran out of the room making a beeline for you in the bedroom.

Your body didn't even get to touch the bed, Punz's hands had roughly grabbed your waist before you could.

"Eat you huh?" Punz tugged at your pants. "I get to suck you off? This is my reward?" The second half of his sentence was gentler implying another question.

You allowed him to tug the clothes off of your lower half, nodding as you did. "Yes,"

His palm pushed down on your collar bone, laying you flat against the bed.

"Good boy," he purred leaning down to continue his work.

"Prettt boy, laid out all for me," Punz hummed, spreading your legs. The first press of his tongue against you had your back aching and lip catching between your teeth. Your hand grasped his hair, tugging lightly. Each moan was slightly muffled by you biting your lip. Punz was not impressed however

He gripped your thigh harder. "Let me hear," Punz's voice was muffled between your legs. "My reward," he reminded you. When you didn't stop right away his palm collided with your thigh.

"Keep letting me hear all your pretty sounds. Tell me how good I'm doing,"

#celestial:whispers #celestial:mcc #celestial:pnz #celestial:scribbles #punz x reader smut #punz smut #mcyt x reader smut #mcyt smut

[maddipoof]

CONGRATS DELLA!!!! IM SO SUPER DUPER PROUD OF YOU <3

🌷 I was wondering if I could have a fluff blurb with Eddie? I struggle with anxiety and things being too much for me, so I was thinking Eddie comforting reader who is overwhelmed with school and life. Maybe a prompt could be, "c'mon...let's take a break and come back to this when we're ready."

This is usually something I do to stop my thoughts from running wild and stressing out...hopefully this is helpful, but please let me know if it's too complicated and I could totally do somethng more simple!!!

congrats again, della!!! 💘🌸🌟

Thank you 🥰🥰😚

It’s not too complicated, it’s lovely 💕(not proof read 😬)

You’ve been looking at this one page for an hour and a half, trying to sit down and get it done, but your brain didn’t seem to get the memo this was work time, not intrusive thoughts time. You think you have to be shaking with all the thoughts running around your body, a discordant orchestra of anxieties in a thunderstorm taking over your mind. You try to tell yourself you’ll be fine, it’s only one grade, your teachers like you well enough, they can be understanding. Not if they don’t like you as much as you thought they did, if this is the one time Mrs. Donner decides against partial cred—

A rapid knock in your window pulled your mind from your thoughts but the smile through the glass calmed you instantly.

“Hey sweetheart, let me in will ya? ‘S freezing out here.” You stood in front of him and pretended to contemplate it for a second, but how could you not give in to that face? It took two big pushes since the ice practically sealed it shut but as soon as there was enough space for him to get through, he ducked under and took your face in both hands. “Mornin’ sweetheart,” he mumbled against your lips and you pulled back, taking him with you since the open window was bringing in all the cold. He slid it shut and locked it then shot you a concerned look.

“Morning? Ed, it’s like 10 o’clock.”

“Baby it's 3:30, why're you still up?" He tossed himself onto your bed, still made from that morning.

"I was just–" you vaguely gestured to your desk, littered with papers. "Doesn't matter, why are you still up? Shouldn't you be home?"

"Wow, that's one way to treat a guest.”

“No–I just mean how did you get here. If it is 3, which I doubt, what are you doing here.”

"Well first of all," he picked up your alarm clock and shook it at you as much as he could with it still attached to the wall, the flashing 3:47 taunting you. "And second, I was coming home from the hideout and thought I'd take a shortcut. Then I saw your light was still on." and I was worried about you.

"Edda," it started as a joke, he always joked with you about how many times you'd call him over then immediately forget what you were going to say, so it always ended up 'Ed-uhhh' Sweetheart, you call me that so much it might as well be my name. "We're nowhere near the hideout."

"I know but I wanted to check up on you. What are you doing up?"

Your essay, fuck– your essay. "Uh, nothing, don't– don't worry about it, I'm fine. Just some school work." You rushed to sit back at your desk and started rereading to where you left off. "Don't uh– You can stay just..." you trailed off and started scribbling again. The final draft was due tomorrow and you've never turned in anything less than an 85, but that was a one off circumstance. You still had 4 hours to get it done, so close to the finish line, just this one transition sentence needs to start cooperating. If only you'd stop procrastinating... well can it really be procrastinating if it's your math set and your science lab, all due the day after but you hardly have any time at all tomorrow and, and, and...

"—Hey, you still in there, baby?" You blinked as you came back to yourself. "Hey, sweetheart." Eddie was crouched next to your seat, a hand on the back of your chair and one over your knee. He must have taken his jacket and boots off while you weren't paying attention.

"Sor–sorry, I'll uh..." you turned back to the page and reached for your pen but he reached across you for your hand before you could.

He shook his head and rubbed his thumb back and forth over the back of your hand. "C'mon," he nodded back towards your bed, "let's take a break and come back to this when we're ready."

"But it's–"

"I know what it is, and I know it's great, and I know we're gonna talk to Kelley tomorrow and figure it out." He stood up now, but leaning over you now. "Yeah?"

"Ok, but–"

"Enough with the buts, no buts. Except yours, in that bed." He smiled on one side at his own lame joke.

"That was so bad." He smiled even bigger when you stood up and let him put his arms around your waist.

"Mmm, but you love it."

"I'm not sure about that, but I love you so that'll just have to suffice."

"Suffice, it does. Your bed, m'lady."

"Thank you, kind sir." He pulled the covers down for you and gave you a look when you didn't get in. "Stay over?"

"Your dad'll kill me."

"So? You're like a cat, you've got 9 lives."

"A cat? How?"

"You're very cat like. A lil stray," you pouted and slid your hand down a curl framing his face, then lightly tugged the end. "My lil stray."

That didn't seem to convince him any further, "Stay, we have warm milk? Please?"

"Quit it with the cat jokes and I will."

"Yay!"

He slid in behind you and nudged your shoulder with his cold nose then a warm kiss. You laid in silence for a few minutes, he stopped his restless movements and when you were certain he was asleep, "meow."

He was not asleep and the way he said your name sounded like a threat to leave he'd never make good on.

"Shhh, shhh, sorry, sorry," you giggled and he laid back down beside you.

"Good night," he said with joking firmness.

"Goodnight....my kitten."

And he purred, this boy purred, freakishly realistic too.

He felt your laugh more than he heard it with the way you were pressed up against him.

#della celebrates 100 #dell's fics #kay💙 #dell's moots #eddie blurb #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #stranger things fluff

[duelistkingdom]

it hits different

Summary: yusei fudo got married young, and lost his husband only a few years after marriage. ever since then, he hasn't bothered to go on any date. he'd rather just spends his days working and taking care of his kids. however, crow and jack both think that this is no way to live and set yusei up on a date with an adjunct professor who just moved to town. the two share a passionate night, and yusei walks away assuming that was the end of it. however, he can't seem to stop running into her. is fate trying to tell him something?

Rating: T

Ships: Yusei Fudo/Aki Izayoi

Author’s note: this was for @yearoftheotpevent for august featuring blind date!

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"I don't need help getting dates." Yusei could not believe that his brothers would insist on setting him up. "Least of all from my brothers of all people!"

Granted, he hadn't really been going out much as of late. Work left him exhausted, and most weekends he'd preferred to work on his bike when he wasn't playing video games. He didn't really have time to meet anyone, and his brothers were out to fix that. "Come on, Yoos, you have three kids," Crow pointed out. "I know that it's hard to move on, but..."

"Are you going to remind me of my dead husband now?" Yusei glared at Crow, daring him to finish his sentence. Crow and Jack both had the decency to look uncomfortable by the topic. Sure, it'd been almost five years since his husband had passed on, but he honestly had no interest in looking for a 'replacement' for the kids' father. "I'm fine. I don't need to be set up on a date with some random stranger that'll probably bolt when they learn about the kids."

"This girl is different," Jack said. "She's an adjunct professor and loves kids. Come on, Yusei. At least meet the girl. It'd be rude to stand her up."

Easy for Jack and Crow to say. Jack settled down with Carly right out of high school, following her to the same university despite having no interest in any career. Carly had soon whipped Jack into shape, and now he followed her around as her photographer for whatever story she was chasing down. Crow, meanwhile, met Sherry while volunteering at an orphanage. Meanwhile... Yusei didn't want to ruminate on his own past. "Is it really standing her up if I wasn't the one who set up the date?"

"She's also gotten out of a bad relationship," Crow said. "If you stand her up, she might never trust men again."

As much as Yusei wanted to say that wasn't his problem, he felt guilty about the idea of some girl sitting at the bar waiting for some guy who was never going to come. While he still had zero interest in treating her as a romantic interest, the gentlemanly thing to do was to at least provide her with some company. Which is how he wound up letting Crow and Sherry babysit the kids while he went down a bar that he wouldn't have gone to even in his twenties. It was dingy and dark, and it felt like he was stumbling his way through it. Until he wound up sat next to the woman his brothers had set him up with.

Aki Izayoi was wearing the red sweater as promised, and she filled it out rather nicely. Her hazel eyes glanced over him up and down, and she raised a brow. "You're Yusei Fudo," she asked, and her voice was husky. He suddenly felt the nerves settling deep into the pit of his stomach. "I'm Aki Izayoi."

She held out her hand for him to shake, and he took it. "Shaking hands on a first date," he remarked, a teasing grin forming on his face. "If this works out well...."

Her eyes met his, and there was a strange look that passed over his face. He worried that perhaps he blew it with his stupid joke. He almost expected her to get up and leave. Instead she smiled. "Perhaps I'll let you give me a kiss."

And he wasn't sure how it happened, but a few drinks later and a couple of hours later, they were inside the bar's unisex bathroom with the door locked and her pressed up against the wall. Her lips were so soft, so inviting that he couldn't help but seek salvation in them. His hands roamed over her body, memorizing as many details as she'd let him. He was pushing further and further with each touch, until she pushed him away. He was certain she was saying that she'd had enough until she pulled her sweater off, tossing it aside. His eyes went wide. "It's been a while," he said, nerves starting to get to him. "Is that okay?"

"Don't overthink," she said, yanking him to her with a searing kiss. "Just do me."

It was how he ended up kneeling in front of her, pressing kisses to her hips, worshiping at the alter of hips. A taste he'd never forget, with the sweetest whimpers elicited from her. She was soon entirely his control, and her eyes were half lidded, moon eyed over everything he'd managed to do to her so far. Soon his desire had become overwhelming, and he couldn't stop himself from helping himself to her.

When his brothers asked how the date went, he told them it went fine as he collapsed on the bed. As nice as tonight was, he was certain that all she'd been after was a one night stand to get her back on her feet. As much as he'd like to encounter her again, he was fine with this being the only date the two of them had.

Except four days later, he ran into her again at a coffee shop he'd entered on the off chance. She locked eyes with him, and her cheeks turned beet red. Neither of them had bothered calling the other, assuming that night in the bar would be the only encounter they would have with each other. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do in this case. Did he go over and say hi? Did he let it go? She made the choice for him, walking over to him with a swing of her hips that he couldn't help but overtly stare at. "Never thought I'd meet you here," she said, her voice just as husky as before. "Can I buy you a drink?"

He allowed her to buy him a drink, figuring that if he came in by chance, then there must be a reason the universe had brought them back together. Or maybe it was just a strange coincidence. Either way, he was now sat a table with Aki across from him. She'd ordered herself a lavender decaff, claiming that she couldn't really drink caffeine but liked the taste. "Uh, I didn't get to mention this during our date but I have kids. Three of them."

"That's okay," she said as she took a long sip of her drink. "I didn't mention that I'm divorced on our first date."

"My brothers mentioned that you'd just gotten out of a bad relationship," he said, too busy taking in her entire face into memory. Just like the first time, he was entirely entranced by the fact that she was simply, undeniably gorgeous. No wonder she'd managed to convince him to take her to a bathroom of a dodgy bar - something he'd normally have never considered doing. If she wanted to, she could get him to take her back to his place and blow off work. "I'm... certain it's better off that you're divorced."

She stared past him. "I'm not interested in getting into the specifics of my divorce with a guy I hooked up with in the bar of a bathroom."

The statement was blunt and to the point. "Fair enough," he said with a light-hearted laugh. "I won't pry if you don't want to share."

"Let's keep it casual," she said, a brow arched at him as if she was issuing a challenge. Whatever the challenge was, he wasn't sure. "You think you can do that?"

"What are you suggesting here?"

"Let's go back to my place," she said, finishing her coffee off. "I've got a little extra energy and wanna burn it off with something fun."

With a wink, she lead Yusei away from the coffeeshop to her apartment. From there, the two of them spent a few extra hours burning off energy together. She kicked him out shortly after, stating she had no interest in cuddling. Once again, he left without her number and no way to call her again. He supposed that was for the best.

Except it wasn't the last time he saw her. He'd been staring at the list for what he needed to get for groceries when her cart rammed into his. She stared him down, and Yusei wanted to slink away and hide. How many times was he going to run into the same woman? "Are you stalking me?"

Yusei shook his head. "I should ask you that," he said. "I've been going to this grocery store for years."

Aki this time was dressed in a yellow checked skirt that hugged her hips and a black sweater. Her legs were covered with dark tights, and he wished she hadn't bothered with the tights. He remembered her smooth legs under the touch of his hands. She redirected his attention back to her with a sound of disbelief. "I've been going to this grocery store since I moved here," she said. "About six months ago."

"You only just moved into town?"

"Is that so odd," she asked, and now her cart was next to his. How did they keep ending up on dates like this? Except... this one felt far too intimate. Like they were actually proper dating. "Don't most people move around?"

"I've lived in Neo Domino City my whole life," Yusei replied. "I met my... the kids' father in high school."

"What happened to him?" She paused as he stared at her, astounded by the bold question. "I only assume something happened to him since you're going out on dates. Clearly something had have happened."

She didn't probe him on the gender, and it was a relief. If the dates hadn't bolted at the kids, some of them bolted because of his bisexuality. Aki at least was considerate to not ask. Still, he didn't feel comfortable explaining at length what had gone down with his ex. It was hard enough having to explain to the kids. Then again, his brothers were always pointing out it had been years and years ago. "Maybe if you stick around longer, you'll get to know," he said, and it wasn't something he would normally say.

Aki stared him down, as if weighing it as if it was a serious challenge. He wasn't sure how to feel about her curiosity being like a challenge to her, but in either case she didn't seem to backing down. Finally she smirked. "Guess I'll have to stick around to sate my curiosity, huh," she asked. "In that case, why don't we go out on another date this weekend?"

"You're only going out with me because you're curious?"

"Don't be ridiculous," she teased, winking at him. "I'm also going out with you for the fantastic sex. Pick me at eight on Friday. See you then."

She walked off before he could argue. Suddenly, Aki just became a lot more interesting.

Standing in front of a grave before a date wasn't Yusei's plan for the evening. Even Jack had told him it was a bad idea to visit the gravestone of his dead ex husband before a date. But he couldn't stop thinking about how he needed this closure before he moved on. He'd never bothered to try before. He took a deep breath, memorizing the details to heart. It'd been a cheap headstone - all they could afford at the time - and the name was already fading despite it only being ten years.

Rally had been the only one of the kids able to remember their father. Sometimes it seemed like his death had rattled Rally, and other times Rally was the same happy go lucky kid Yusei remembered. It'd been a rush marriage - only a year or two after high school. They'd barely settled in married life before Rally came along - a young three year old boy whose mother they'd been closed to. When his husband passed only a few years later, it made Yusei start to worry that Death itself surrounded him.

His own father's gravestone rested not even a meter away from his husband's. Behind him was Rally's mother, laid to rest around twelve years ago. These were not exactly cheery thoughts to be having before a date, but he wasn't certain he ever properly grieved anyone here. He always was expected to be so strong for the kids, for his friends, for his town in general. It weighed him down sometimes, feeling like he was carrying weight that he was applauded for merely holding. He wasn't certain how to let go of all these ghosts when they kept following him.

Worse, it was easy for him to see those around him as future ghosts instead of focusing on the now. The one thing he could say about when he was with Aki was that he never thought about any of this. She made it easier to focus on the now rather than bury himself in the past. And yet every single time they parted, reality would crash back in - violently, obtrusively, demanding his attention it'd lost while she took up his mind.

And reality was a graveyard - quiet, still, surrounded by the memories of those he'd once known. The world marched on without a single care to the souls laid to rest here. He checked his watch and realized that he needed to leave. Aki was waiting for him.

"I was beginning to worry you were going to stand me up," Aki said as he drove up.

The moonlight was shimmering, reflecting the glow of her skin. In this lighting, everything seemed to be in a black and white. And yet he was utterly obsessed with the view. "I would never stand up such a beautiful lady," Yusei said with a soft smile. "We have reservations."

She hesitated for a second, and at first he thought she might cancel. It would suck to have come all this way only to have it end. She slid into his car without further comment, ruffling her hair. "Let's go," she said, looking firmly ahead.

Aki was hardly forthcoming, She kept everything close to her chest, and as much as she was fascinated with Yusei, he was equally fascinated with her. He wanted to know what she kept from the world, what she was seeking, what made her happy, and what she wanted from her future. He was curious, and she was curious too. It didn't seem so bad to be so curious about each other, especially since they were now officially dating. On purpose, even.

Yusei didn't think that he would ever wind up in another relationship again. He never thought he'd be interested in someone new after his husband's death. And yet here he was - eager to see Aki again. And again. If he was honest with himself, he was grateful that he had run into her over and over and over again.

Winding up across the table from her on a date they'd arranged themselves instead of family or fate was a strange experience. And even in the moment, he couldn't wait to do it again.

He wanted to know Aki Izayoi.

#year of the otp #yuaki #faithshipping #myfanfic

[thefrenchydude]

Some news

Hello everyone!

I would like to apologize for my absence. I've been quite busy lately and haven't had time to do what I wanted to do. The request I wanted to answer is still not finished and I haven't made that much progress on chapter 4. I'm truly sorry. But now that I've got two weeks to rest ahead of me, I intend to do what I love and finish what I set out to do.

Also, I'd like to talk about the VN and everything I've done so far:

About the game:

Firstly, I've written and coded some of the first part of the game, I still have to correct it, complete it, change a few things (and I'd like to implement an inventory and level system in this game, but I don't know how yet.).

The different routes:

Wukong and Macaque: The first two chapters have been implemented in the game.

No choice yet to change the story.

Arthur (temporary name) -a tiger demon-:

Chapter 1 completed

Combat phase (in progress)

Start of chapter 2 (in progress)

M??n Wuk?ng: A hidden path which is not fully developed as yet in the game.

The tea house and sauna routes are still not finished and doesn't have yanderes yet. I think for the tea house it could be a dragon and for the sauna I really have no idea right now :')

The game will have three main paths (triggered by a choice at the start of the game):

Murderous Lust (you're with Lex and you follow the story)

Variant 1 (Lex is dead and you're working with the Facility for Mother)

Variant 2 (Lex wants you dead and you're tracked by the Facility for having betrayed Mother)

About the art:

It was a lot more complicated than I thought. First of all, I needed a furry artist at all costs (Wukong, macaque, ect… are demons with anthropomorphic designs, so a furry artist was the best option). I spent several afternoons looking for artists. On Discord, Twitter, Furafinity… It was so long and complicated. Either their style didn't match my project, or their commission were closed, or I couldn't trust them.

After a while, I found someone. I wasn't totally convinced by his style -although it was beautiful, I wasn't sure it would go well with my VN-. We started talking, he seemed interested… then nothing. With no response even after more than a week, I decided to give up and turn to another artist. So off I went again in search of an artist. Later, I found one. His style appealed to me and everything seemed okay with him. HOWEVER, there is something that I always do, I check all the artist's network. 1 - Because I like to do so and to know more about the person I can work with. 2- Because I don't want to work with a jerk. AND THIS ONE, it was a true specimen. He left hate messages on other artists' accounts and I even found homophobic messages he'd left under the account of someone who'd asked him for commissions. I ran away from this creep.

And the more I searched, the more I lost hope of finding someone for this project. Maybe I was only going to be able to make a VN without art… I didn't like that idea at all, but if I couldn't find anyone, I had no choice.

Defeatist, I gave myself one last afternoon of searching. If I still couldn't find anyone, I was going to have to make up my mind. And then I came across an artist whose style attracted me. His works were beautiful and the more I searched through his accounts, the more I liked this person.

So I went ahead and contacted him, I was so stressed about getting a negative response or no response at all. But the artist got back to me. He's a really cool guy and he draws so fucking good ijnreijnevineinzijnoznfiojfnipnlckd.

The first commission should be ordered early this month. I'm so happy to have finally found the perfect artist for the job!

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One rather important question: Will there be any NSFW? After a lot of thought, yes. There will be scenes like that in the game.

Sorry again for the absence, but I'm very busy with the VN. Thanks to everyone who sends me love through questions or private messages, I love you! It really makes me feel great and I can't thanks y'all enough for that.

#lmk mk #monkie kid #fiction #yandere wukong #murderous lust #yandere #visual novel

[ironicscavenger]

YEAR IN REVIEW | 2023

To be honest, I think 2023 belongs in the same garbage bin 2020 is rotting in. It started out fine. But as we reached the end, it got worse and worse. Still, I cannot resist looking back as I do every year.

While I did not achieve all my goals this year, I did do one: graduation. This is my greatest achievement, and one I’m super proud of. There’s also the one I almost achieved: finishing E04 of SNTM. I almost did it! Only a few videos left, which I hope to finish by February. But you know how it is: make plans, life runs over them. Anyway, here's what happened in the world of ironicscavenger in 2023.

THE HIGHTLIGHT

I’m not sure there was one on the blog itself, but I did graduate as a psychologist. However, I talked enough about that. Just know it was the highlight of my year. My mom said she hadn't seen me that genuinely happy in a while.

MY FAVORITE POST PER MONTH

Well, then, these are my favorite post for each month. Just to clarify, however many notes they got does not influence the decision to include them. As you can see, there are many gaps. Life got overwhelming this past couple of months. So, there’s very little done. Anyway, here goes.

January | I took an unexpectedly long hiatus and just played videogames for a while. So the end of the holiday special is the only post I got.

February | I made a sim for @madebycoffee’s BC.

March | Not a thing. Just two reblogs the entire month.

April | I was having problems with my computer and could not get back to sim stuff. But I did say hi, at least.

May | I worked on the Emerson story a bit. Also, I got a diagnosis for a problem I’ve been having all my life. The answers to a lot of questions, finally.

June | Once again, not a thing. I was finishing up school, and it was impossible to do anything but focus on that.

July | Same thing. Two reblogs, and that’s it.

August | It gets interesting again. I finished school, got a bit of a makeover for the blog, and got more active on social media.

September | SNTM got back, and I took some screens of Saffron and Piper in Chestnut Ridge. Honestly, it was just an excuse to put Piper on cowboy boots and cowboy hat. No regrets. Also, I decided to set up a discord server.

October | I had an incredible time at simblreen. But I honestly, I think everything stopped after the bombardments happened. I have mostly been blogging about Palestine since. So, you know, Free Palestine.

November | I published my simblreen treats (1 & 2 | 3), and kept reblogging about Palestine.

December | I did not feel the holiday spirit. I just had a quiet weekend with my parents and cousins that my mom was taking care of. SNTM came back again. Still talking about Palestine.

SNTM

Not a lot happened, but we are so close to finishing the episode. After I did a poll to decide the show's fate, I got a green light from all of you to make some changes. But I admit I’m not sure what I want to do yet. For now, the show goes on as it is. There’s a special episode that I’ve been planning since the beginning, and I really want to do it in video format. But it takes a lot on me. We shall see what happens.

Thank You!

This was not an easy year, but you guys are still here, following me. That’s gotta be some kind of miracle. I love you all so much. Even when it gets tough, I could never abandon this community. I’ll still be here, even when I no longer have anything to offer.

GOODBYE 2023! HELLO 2024!

May it bring us peace. That’s my only wish.  

Past Reviews: 2022 | 2021 | 2020 | 2019 | 2017

#year in review #ts4 #sims #ts4 edit #simblr #long post #i hope things get better #we cannot keep having this world changing events #i am so tired

[unluckyxse7enart]

Sure enough, I never did finish what I was going to do with these! I was going to write a whole post and design a bunch of potential looks, but basically the upshot of it is: “Isn’t it weird that the color and image symbolism in alien godtiers are easily translatable in human culture despite having minimal connection in their home territory?”

So I present to you, some alternative proposals for troll godtiers using colors and imagery that made a little more sense for their theme - using Time and Light as the examples. The idea was either they’d be entirely redesigned, or alternatively - perhaps they look different to the viewer. Godtier outfits already have magic pockets and the like, looking a little different when from a different session wouldn’t be a stretch after all.

Tbh I still really like the ideas I had come up with, so if this gets enough interest I may try to follow through with the rest I had in mind...

Design notes and planning under the cut:

LIGHT - I started here because objectively this seemed the most glaringly obvious as an inconsistency between Earth and Alternia.

symbol: replaced the sun for the two moons, for obvious reasons. I left the moons in the same color of the bigger pink moon for simplicity since symbols are all one color. If I’m honest, I don’t even know if the ‘Light’ aspect as we know it would even be called Light, I feel like the connotations could get a little lost since the relationship with light is different on Alternia. BUT, this was meant to be a quick sample exercise to prove a point, so I didn’t get too lost in the weeds for this.

color scheme: Since the Light aspect godtier for humans has colors associated with the sun and the sky, I naturally colorpicked some colors from the alternian sky, as well as brought back the green from the green moon, for these. I didn’t swap them all 1:1 so much as swap based on best color balance for the palette.

TIME - This seemed like the next big contradiction, if only because troll technology probably hasn’t seen a gear in its life. Rethinking this particular aspect was harder for a few reasons, but I feel like I made it work.

symbol: Since gears aren’t so prevalent in troll tech, I went for what is - grubs. This seems like a dicey swap since grubs are multipurpose in troll culture, but since Time is also about the life cycle, birth and death, a grub seems fitting for multiple nuances in the aspect it’s representing.

color scheme: This was where things got tricky and I began to realize perhaps this project would run into some bumps - the color scheme for troll tech is, not surprisingly, primarily purple, with some hints of green. Just as I had essentially done with Vriska. As you can see I had to do a couple runs with this one before settling on a palette order that stood out enough from Vriska’s, even if it does sacrifice the color balance of the base godtier.

HONORARY MENTIONS: aka ideas that never saw the canvas but I’ve had pinned in discord for 3 years now anyways

DOOM would probably be a refreshing break from purples, although the symbol wouldn’t get a lot of major changes unless I considered something else to represent it instead.

BLOOD would also be a nice break and probably have the most versatile palette options... Perhaps too versatile, so I eventually settled tentatively on hemoanon colors (so a lot of greys). I was never set on the sign unfortunately.

BREATH would be interesting to do a color palette swap for, but this is a case where I can’t imagine a reason to change the symbol, so it’d be less of a creative break from its roots.

RAGE.... Would stay Exactly the same.

VOID might be entirely turned on its head by referencing Alternia’s deadly daytime and excessively bright colors

And that’s as far as I got. If you read this far, thank you for doing so and I hope you enjoy!!

#homestuck #aradia megido #vriska serket #godtier #godtier redesign #godtier design #god tier #thief of light #maid of time #light aspect #time aspect #redesign #alternia #digital art #fanart #fan art #concept art #i guess??? #old art #from 2019 specifically #still looks good tho given it was slapdash even at the time imo

[sailxrmxrs]

is there any more appropriate way to celebrate your birthday than to write fics for your own personal enjoyment? no there isn't this is the perfect gift to myself <3 my plans this weekend changed more than my discord server profiles do BUT 24 seems p nice so far so no complaints just yet. anyway!! i wrote these as little 'how the infinite blue boys celebrate mc's birthday' hcs with some loose inspiration from this ask on the vf tumblr with my own thoughts in there too hehe. anyway happy birthday to me and ito we are thriving today in brainrot aka the only way to celebrate getting older

♡ leo ♡

Night had fallen and sleep was uncermoniously tugging at your eyelids, attempting to coax you into a peaceful slumber before you could even get fully settled. Leo was still in the bathroom, brushing his teeth while you sat and scrolled on your phone waiting for him to join you again. Midnight was fast approaching and with it, your birthday. Leo had been even more excited than you were about the day, wanting to prepare the perfect set of plans for the two of you that included all of your favourite things to do together. It was rather cute seeing him get so excited over it all, especially considering he hadn't even been this proactive in planning his own birthday plans. To see him get so involved in your birthday made your heart skip a few beats. When Leo emerged from the bathroom, beaming in his years old t-shirt, there was no stopping your own sleepy smile from spanning your face. He had this infectious energy that you never grew tired of, finding that it only fuelled your own positive moods even on some of the more stressful days. Leo climbed into the bed, fast in his movements to get close to you and cuddle. Nighttime cuddles were, as Leo often proclaimed, his favourite time of day.

"Do you know what time it is?" He asked, barely concealing the enthusiastic anticipation that painted his tone. His legs were intertwined with yours, his arms wrapping around your frame as you sleepily faced him.

"Bedtime. I'm sleepy." Each blink you took felt heavier than the last, sleep ever the seductive temptress trying to lure you into its grasp. It was working.

Leo shook his head, tutting. "Not quite. Well, technically you're right but that wasn't what I had in mind. I'm thinking more about the fact we're less than thirty minutes away from your birthday. And I intend on being the first person to wish you a happy birthday—sleep or no sleep." His words soon fell on deaf ears, sleep finally taking over your body and pulling you under.

Leo let out a soft little chuckle, holding you a little tighter as he rested his cheek against your forehead. "No matter. You get some rest for now, plenty of time to celebrate ahead of us."

A little while later, once midnight struck, Leo ran a hand softly over your cheek, feeling every inch of his smile in the depths of his soul as he held your sleeping form in his arms. He had intended on waking you up to offer your first birthday wishes right as the days changed but when he saw how peaceful you looked, he couldn't bring himself to do it. You'd had a busy day, after all, and you really needed and deserved this rest. So, Leo let himself get cosy and fall asleep with you in his arms.

Once morning arrived, you were surprised to see that Leo wasn't there. You could vaguely remember falling asleep as he was talking to you, suddenly feeling bad that he might have wanted to stay up a little longer. Intending to go and find him to apologise for falling asleep so fast, you got out of bed. The moment you left the bedroom, you were met with shouts of denial from Leo.

"No! Not yet! I haven't gotten everything finished yet," he cried, a half filled balloon in his hands. Quickly scanning the room, you could see balloons littering the floor and other decorations adorned the walls. Leo really had gone out of his way for today, hadn't he?

"What's all this? Did you wake up early just to do all this for me?" You asked, making your way over to a pouting Leo.

"Yeah. I wanted everything to be perfect for when you woke up, since you fell asleep so fast and I couldn't give you the perfect celebration right as it hit midnight."

You reached your hands to cup his face, angling it so that he looked into your eyes. "Leo. This already is perfect. You are perfect. This is all more than anyone else has done for me so I love it. And I love you for even thinking of doing this much. I'm sorry I slept so fast and we couldn't have a little midnight celebration."

"Nope. No apologising." Leo interrupted you, placing a finger to cover your mouth and subsequently letting go of the balloon in his grasp, sending it flying about the room. The two of you burst into fits of laughter, unable to hold back at the sound and sight of the balloon. Once you both finally calmed, Leo inhaled a deep breath. "But seriously, no apologising. You were tired and needed the rest. That's far more important than whatever I want. It is your birthday after all, not mine. That said, I do have a little something that I'd intended to give you then. Close your eyes!" He bounded off towards the kitchen. When he returned, he instructed that you hold out your hands. Upon his countdown, you opened your eyes to see a small vanilla cupcake, swirled with your favourite icing and decorated with a singular lit candle.

"Make a wish!" Leo called, a party popper in hand and ready to explode once you blew out the small flame. Strings of confetti landed atop both of your heads, the cupcake miraculously remaining unscathed. "Happy birthday, love. I hope it's the best one you've ever had. Until next year, anyway. I'll make sure of it."

♡ milo ♡

It was early evening by the time you finally got home from work, fully ready to spend the remaining few hours of your birthday with the only person you needed right now. Working on your birthday wasn't high on the list of things you wanted to do, but knowing Milo was at home waiting made it all worthwhile. As you walked through the front door, contentedly sighing as you removed your shoes, the faint sounds of music could be heard from down the hall. Following the sound, you were met with the sight of Milo laying fast asleep on the sofa, a hand lazily draped over his stomach and his usually tied back hair loose over his shoulders, uncharacteristically messy in his sleep. On the coffee table beside him lay a bouquet of flowers, an assortment of warm yellows and oranges with sprigs of green filtering through. A pleasant scent wafted in the air, filling the room with its floral fragrance as your gaze shifted to the note that sat atop a wrapped gift. In true Milo fashion, he had not poured his heart out in the form of honeyed words and declarations of undying love, but kept it to a short and sweet birthday message. Old habits die hard, you supposed.

Smiling to yourself, you set the note down, about to reach for the gift when a large hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged, pulling you directly on top of Milo. When he had awoken you weren't sure—if he had ever even been awake in the first place, that was. It was equally likely that he'd been pretending the whole time purely to catch you off guard. His hands glided up your arms, their touch soft and exploratory while he simply smiled.

"Welcome home. And happy birthday. They treat you nicely at work today?" Milo's hand soon found your back, rubbing back and forth as he kept his eyes locked on yours.

"Nice enough, I guess. I tried to keep it fairly quiet but I'm sure you can guess how well that went. Still, I'm home now and that's all that matters."

"Not for long." Milo didn't explain further, simply continuing with his gentle ministrations, his other hand now playing absentmindedly with your hair.

Eyeing him curiously, you asked, "And what is that supposed to mean? What evil plans have you been conjuring while I was gone, hm, Milo?"

He gasped, feigning offence as his mouth fell agape. "Evil plans? How could you accuse me of such a thing? But to answer your question, we have dinner reservations in an hour. At that Italian place you've always wanted to visit."

"I thought it was near immpossible to get a booking there."

"Your so called 'evil' boyfriend managed to pull some strings. We should probably get up and start getting ready. Might need you to help me up though I've been laying here a little too long."

Laughing, you moved off of Milo's chest, offering out a hand once you were stood. Judging by the mischevious glint in Milo's eyes, you could tell he was contemplating taking your hand and pulling you back on top of him, only deciding against it when he noticed your challenging stare. Instead, once he had risen from the sofa, he pulled you in for a close hug and caught your lips in a quick kiss. His actions never failed to leave you breathless and dizzy in all the best ways. Milo was infamously stoic, never once falling victim to your attempts to fluster him or catch him off guard. But you didn't mind it if it meant he endeavoured to one up you with his own romantic advances.

The hour quickly passed by and soon the both of you were sat in the beautifully fancy restaurant, filled to the brim with other occupants all enjoying the most lavish meals. Your own food had been so perfectly cooked and presented on the plate. Despite the delicious home cooking you and Milo often concocted together, it had nothing on this food. All kind of traditional Italian foods filled both the menu and your stomachs, leaving you well and truly satisfied as you sat opposite Milo—who looked equally as pleased with his choice in dinner plans.

"Judging by that look you won't say no to coming here again?" Milo asked, smirking as he watched you sit back in your chair. The waiter had just taken your empty plates, leaving the question of dessert hovering above your heads.

"I think I'd do just about anything to come back here. If we don't come here for your birthday I might cry."

Milo chuckled, a hand moving across the table to take yours, his thumb leaving soft circles atop the skin. "Consider it done, my love."

"My love? Feeling soft tonight, dearest?"

"It's the Italian food talking, not me." Milo's rarely seen lovesick expression gave away his obvious lie. "Still, I hope your birthday was a good one. I know working wasn't exactly how you wanted to spend it."

"This was perfect, Milo. Work or no work, ending the day with you is all I could ask for."

Milo lowered his head to hide exactly how much your bright smile had struck him. The faintest colouring of pink rose on the tips of his ears, perhaps the only time you had ever witnessed him close to blushing. You kept the thought to yourself, simply admiring the view before you. Yes, this had certainly been a birthday worth remembering for years to come.

♡ rory ♡

In the days leading up to your birthday, Rory had been mostly acting as normal. Mostly. Underneath his nonchalant demeanour and typical behaviour was a feeling of distant yearning. As though he wanted to express his emotions in a more upfront manner than he was used to displaying in front of you. Usually Rory was all awkward gestures and undeniably adorable blushing that he always tried to hide behind a cough. His feelings were ever present in his actions rather than his words, one of the many reasons you cared for him and appreciated him so deeply. But as your birthday approached ever closer, the frequency and boldness of his words and actions steadily increased. Where before he might gently reach for your hand while out in public, he was now leaning an arm around your shoulders while waiting in line, gently kissing your forehead as his cheeks flamed almost as red as his hair. The additional closeness was sweet, though unexpected from Rory, but you knew better than to draw attention to it—at least not in public anyway. There was plenty of time to call him out for his increased affections later when there was no one to bear witness to an instatiably flustered Rory. Even if he was being that little bit more affectionate in public, there was still a limit to the extent that Rory could stretch when in eyesight of potential onlookers or passersby.

When the actual day arrived, you awoke to an almost conscious Rory. Not quite awake enough to register that it was morning, but still not asleep enough that he was completely unaware of his surroundings. In the gentle quiet of morning, the only sounds your shared breathing and distant cars in the city below, you remained unmoving. There was something so beautifully tranquil about letting time quietly pass you by as your beloved began to stir beside you. Rory always let out the quietest little grumbles as he began to woke up, sometimes even uttering coherent words or phrases. It was usually something along the lines of 'not yet' or 'few more minutes' before he either succumbed to sleep again or he found himself conscious again and far too awake to get an extra ten minutes of rest in. This morning was of the latter variety for Rory today, his green eyes sleepily blinking as they began to focus on his surroundings.

"Good morning," he spoke, voice deep and laced with husk thanks to having just woken up. Closing his eyes once more, Rory shifted himself closer to you, closing the gap that had formed between the two of you in the night. His hands found your waist, moving to caress the span of your back as he nestled himself into every line of your body until there was no telling where he ended and you began.

"Someone's feeling clingy this morning," you teased, one arm cementing Rory's position against you while the other toyed gently with his bright hair.

"Don't get used to it." Rory's reply held his usual bark, though by now you could easily see through the attempts to playfully brush you off. His gentle smile told you exactly how happy he felt to be so wrapped up in your presence. "And happy birthday. Better free up your day because I intend to steal all of it."

"And what if I just sneak out?"

"Then I'll sit and cry into the cake I made for you last night." His warm breath tickled against your neck on the spot right beneath your ear as he struggled to hold back his amused laughter. The two of you stayed like that, unmoving, as the morning slowly drifted along. There was no urgent need to get out of bed, both enjoying the peace and quiet of a day in one another's company. Eventually the sleepy conversations came to an end when the need for food was too strong to ignore, finally pulling the both of you away from each other.

The day drifted by, calm and cosy. Most of it was spent sat on the sofa with Rory playing games and catching up on shows together. It was exactly the kind of relaxed day you so desperately needed and Rory's presence only elevated the uplifting feeling it had on you. Now evening had descended, the sun slowly moving beyond the horizon, and Rory was just returning to the living room with refills of your drinks. He placed them atop the coffee table before collapsing back onto the sofa, an arm immediately finding its way around your shoulder and softly pulling you to snuggle him closer. The other reached for your thigh to rest it on his legs as he traced circles with his thumb. Rory peppered soft kisses to your temple, smiling at your soft laughter. A quiet lull washed over the both of you, the quiet buzz of a long abandoned movie still playing on the tv. There was something so soothing in these sorts of hushed moments.

"Thank you for today. I needed this," you said, breaking that comfortable silence. "It's nice to spend some time together like this, just you and me. Especially when you've been extra soft lately."

Rory's cheeks warmed, though he made no attempt to hide the rising colour as he laughed off his flustered embarrassment. "Ah, you noticed. There was me thinking I'd gotten away with it."

"Never," you replied, tangling your fingers in Rory's hair as he moved to rest his forehead on your shoulder. "It's cute. The perfect birthday present."

Rory lifted his head, smiling unabashedly as he admired you for a quiet moment before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. The perfect end to what had been a perfect day celebrating with the only person you wanted to share it with.

♡ alexei ♡

No one felt more devastated about Alexei's work schedule than Alexei himself. He hated that he couldn't take the day off and spend it with you, celebrating all that he adored about you on your birthday. That morning he was all lingering touches and disappointed pouts as you gently reminded him that work was only a few hours and the two of you would be free to spend the evening together. No matter how much you told him you didn't mind, Alexei wasn't having any of it. He recalled the heartfelt date you'd planned for his birthday and lamented for what could have been, swearing to you as he exited the front door that he'd make it up to you later. Since then, you'd received an array of texts throughout the day, clearly typed and sent in a rush between tasks so as to avoid getting caught. Alexei sent sweet little reminders that he loved you, that he was sorry, that he missed you. And, most importantly, that he intended to make this the best birthday you'd ever had once he was finally free from work and able to put his plans into action. What those plans were, however, you had no idea. Alexei wouldn't share even the slightest hint of a detail with you, even after asking him so many times. You'd even tried to ask Brooklyn if he knew what Alexei had planned, knowing that Brooklyn was often Alexei's go-to source of advice in anything major related to your relationship. But, of course, Brooklyn was well informed on the situation and kept Alexei's secrets to himself, only offering a 'happy birthday' when you tried to convince him to share what he knew.

Despite being intentionally left in the dark over what to expect later that night, you were excitedly anticipating whatever it could be. When Alexei had sent the text to let you know he got let out of work early, you were practically staring at the front door waiting for him to get home. Once he did, however, he ushered you into the bedroom, telling you to distract yourself with a movie or book while he got to work on his secret plans, ignoring your complaints for just five minutes of cuddles.

"I'm sorry, love. We'll have plenty of time for that later, I promise. Just give me like thirty minutes, okay?" And when Alexei said thirty minutes, he wasn't joking. Exactly thirty minutes had passed when a gentle knock sounded at the bedroom door and Alexei's head peeked into the room. At your bright smile, he came in and sat next to the spot where your laptop was placed, the screen now closed so you could pay full attention to your boyfriend.

"Are you all finished now?" You asked, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Mhm. All yours now. I hate to say it since you look so comfy here, but you might want to grab a sweater for where we're going. You can wear one of mine," Alexei offered, giving no hints as to where he planned to take the two of you other than that it might be cold.

Eyeing him suspiciously, you got up from your comfortable spot on the bed and went to retrieve your favourite sweater of Alexei's. "Any clues or am I still in the dark here?"

"Actually, I think 'in the dark' is the perfect hint already." Alexei didn't give any further explanation, walking out of the room and ignoring your confused cries to tell you more. Even when you were both in Alexei's car, driving in the sunset, Alexei kept quiet—though you could tell he was enjoying the power he had judging by the knowing smile on his face.

When the car finally came to a stop, Alexei turned and whispered yet another soft 'happy birthday' before getting out of the car and leading you to a little spot already set up with blankets and fairy lights, the result of his cooperation with Brooklyn.

"Wait right there for just a few second then it'll all be ready." He returned swiftly, picnic basket in hand and set it down, taking your hand in his. "Today's been agonising knowing this was waiting for us but I'm glad to finally be able to celebrate your birthday with you under the stars. And who knows, maybe we'll see a shooting star?"

The waning remnants of sun still remained, illuminating your evening meal as night rapidly approached. Alexei was buzzing with anticipation as his gaze flickered up to the sky, excitedly pointing out the stars that began to show as night crept closer. He'd ramble about different constellations, eyes aglow with starlight as he searched your face for any sign of disinterest or tiredness. All he could find in your gaze was sheer adoration for the man who set all this up. After a long and busy day of work, Alexei had, without any semblance of hesitation, prepared all of this for you so that there would be no delaying your birthday celebrations. It was sweet seeing just how much he cared, his fingers intertwined with yours, as the two of you watched the stars and spent those last few hours of your birthday wrapped up in one another.

♡ brooklyn ♡

Sunlight poured through the gap of your curtains, spilling a pleasant warmth over your face as you finally awoke from a peaceful slumber. Another year older and already this one felt more calm and peaceful than the last. What made matters even better was the sight of Brooklyn sitting with a book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. He hadn't noticed your movements just yet, fully absorbed in the book you'd bought him a few weeks ago. He was still wearing his glasses, a pair of thin metal frames that he always abandoned in favour of contacts. On his rare days off, Brooklyn could sometimes be convinced to leave the contacts aside and show the glasses in their full glory. Shifting in the warmth of the sheets, your gaze found the matching mug of tea ready and waiting for you.

"Careful, it's still hot," Brooklyn chimed, thumbing a page in his book as he spoke.

"Just like the person who made it then?" You asked while reaching to take a sip and watching for Brooklyn's reaction.

He laughed, the sound airy and light as he reached a hand to push back the hair that had fallen over his forehead, sighing as he did so. "You never fail to leave me speechless, do you?"

"It's a practiced art."

"And so is that tea so please drink up. If only to spare me from your delightful torment," Brooklyn continued, his attention entirely on you despite his poor attempts to keep his eyes glued to the pages before him. He was itching to shower you with the gifts he had stowed away next to his side of the bed, waiting until you were fully awake and ready to accept them. Brooklyn had been particularly secretive about what he'd planned for the day, not needing to ask for your thoughts or any hints as to what you might like—he already knew you all too well for that. What pained him, rather, was that he was desperate to see your reactions. Brooklyn was a true romantic at heart, and nothing sang to that part of his soul more than seeing you so undeniably happy as a result of his heartfelt actions.

"Do we have to be responsible today or can we just stay all cosy in here all day?" You asked, setting down your tea so that you could shift closer to Brooklyn, nestling your face in the crook of his elbow so that you could leave soft kisses along his skin while taking a peek at his now nearly forgotten book.

"Whatever my dear wishes, they receive," came Brooklyn's reply as he slid a bookmark between the pages and put the book to one side. He lifted his arm so that you could settle in closer and steal more of his warmth. "And happy birthday, love. I have a feeling this one will be up there as a favourite."

"Because you're here to make sure of that?"

"But of course. Doing my duty as the doting boyfriend," he said, leaning to press a lingering kiss to your forehead, arms warm and tender as he remained like that for a few moments of blissful quiet. When he did pull away, Brooklyn chuckled at your complaints and whispered words of reassurance that it was only for a second or two while he grabbed something. He reached for a small gift bag, placing it on his bare stomach as he gently nudged it against your hand.

"Too sleepy. You do it." Your voice was slightly muffled against Brooklyn's side, tinged with a tired drowsiness.

His laugh was musical as he acquiesced, removing the small strip of tape that held the bag together and pulling out a small, green velvet box. Your eyebrows raised, eyes going wide as your thoughts began to race with all kinds of possibilities. Noticing how alert you'd suddenly become, Brooklyn's hand was gently caressing your cheek. "Calm. It's not that. When I propose to you it'll be a little more ceremonius than this." He opened the box, revealing a simple, yet stunning silver ring. From how he angled it, you could just about make out the ingraving of a flower wrapped around the inside of the band. "The first of many I plan to give you."

"It's so beautiful, I love it."

"And I love you. Happy birthday, love."

♡ tobias ♡

All day Tobias had been practically clinging to your arm, gently tugging you in the direction of places he wished to take you. The man was usually the embodiment of relaxed nonchalance, going wherever his legs took him in the moment. However, today he seemed to have a whole itinerary planned out in his head. He'd been the first to get up that morning, a rare occurrence given the fact Tobias would usually spend his mornings sneaking his arms around your waist and whining about how he wanted to stay in bed for another five minutes. It was never five minutes. Today, though, he almost leapt out of bed to prepare breakfast and start getting ready for the day. He had music playing from the speakers, a playlist the two of you had curated together over the expanse of your relationship, and was dancing about the kitchen as he sang along—he wasn't known for being a natural born singer, yet his energy was infectious enough to have you smiling uncontrollably. This morning had been no different, his loud voice and the sweet familiar smell of pancakes luring you into the kitchen where a small collection of presents sat waiting to be opened. Tobias even insisted on feeding you the first few bites of food before finally giving in to your demands that he eat too. His sulking was soon remedied when you offered him a bite with extra syrup, his cheeks resembling those of a hamster as he beamed with satisfaction.

After breakfast, Tobias was hurrying you to open your gifts so that he could smugly watch your face sparkle at each perfectly planned out present he'd hand picked for the momentous day. There had been no delay in getting the both of you out of the house and on to his plans for the day. He knew all of your favourite places like the back of his hand, leading you about the city unable to hold back his excitement. Somewhere along the way, that manifested in Tobias holding up all kinds of cute garments, lamenting about how he wanted to see you wearing all of them. He ignored any and all pleas to let you buy something for yourself, claiming that it was his job as the beloved boyfriend to treat you on your special day.

"But what if I just enjoy spending time with you? I don't need you to spend all this money on me."

Tobias simply waved a finger in your face, vigourously shaking his head. "Nope. We're not doing this. It's your birthday so I'm treating you like you deserve." He punctuated the sentence by poking his finger to your forehead and wandering off, laughing at how you rolled your eyes before following after him. He laced his fingers in yours, his spare hand pointing out things he thought would look nice on you. Admittedly, Tobias knew what he was talking about. His confidence paired perfectly with the pattern he liked to wear, and that flowed into the clothes he liked to buy for you; Tobias was always buying you shirts to match his, or getting two pairs of the same jacket so that you could have one too. Even now, the two of you were wearing complementary shirts. Anyone who walked by would be able to see how adorably lovesick you both were—only made even more obvious by the way Tobias snuck kisses to your cheek or tried to spin you when certain songs played over the shop's speakers.

After ample convincing and playful kisses, Tobias now had you trying on a small selection of clothes, fully prepared to buy them all for you. It was your birthday, so how could he not treat you to anything you wanted? With each item you tried on and showed to Tobias, he reacted in the most undeniably Tobias manner. He was pulling out his phone for photos, or loudly professing how lucky he was to have his eyes blessed by your beauty. Seeing your rising blush and flustered reactions only spurred him on to shower you in compliments. When you stepped out of the changing room wearing a shirt that was far too similar to one of Tobias', no doubt an intentional move on his part, Tobias performed his same routine.

"Look at you. I am not worthy of being in the presence of a god," he proclaimed, a hand dramatically splayed over his chest.

"Tobias, please. You're being even worse than usual today."

Tobias reached for your hand, pulling you closer as he smiled fondly. A gentle finger brushed a strand of hair behind your ear before he responded. "Sorry if it's too much. I'm just excited to spend the day with you. I can tone it down if you need me to."

"No, it's okay! Just, maybe not so loud when there's people around."

He nodded enthusiastically, planting a kiss to your forehead as he moved to whisper in your ear. "This any better?"

"Mhm. Sure." Your cheeks were reddening at the closeness, eyes darting to check if there was anyone around.

"By the way, love. That shirt looks great on you. Would look better on our bedroom floor though."

"Tobias!" You pushed at his chest, cheeks aflame as Tobias winked before ushering you back into the changing room.

"We're definitely buying that one. And whatever you else you want to get. But quickly because it's close to lunchtime and we have reservations," he added as he waited outside for you to finish getting ready.

Even without seeing his face, you could detect the slight tinge of a white lie in Tobias. It was entirely likely he'd booked a reservation, but the reason he was hurriedly reminding you was no doubt due to his own pressing hunger. Quietly laughing to yourself, you joined Tobias again and took his hand in yours. Despite his attempts to start a conversation, the sound of his stomach interrupted and shattered his poorly veiled attempts to hide his primary motivation: food.

"Come on," you said, leading him out of the store. "Let's get you some food. But if you don't at least let me pay for half I'm not sharing my dessert."

"Deal."

#infinite blue #infinite blue fanfic #infinite blue x reader #infinite blue rory #infinite blue tobias #infinite blue leo #infinite blue milo #infinite blue brooklyn #infinite blue alexei #yes this is entirely bc i wanted to think about it for myself #happy birthday to me time to brainrot all day #hm time to return to coffee talk w shu bc i am entirely too obsessed #anna writes

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Weekly Update for 3 April, 2023

Hello, everyone! Welcome to the first weekly update of April!

Mind Games: Trepidation

So, where are we with MG:T?

As of earlier this week, I fully finished fleshing out Scene 1/4 of Chapter 6! I'm also on the very last choice of Scene 2 and it'll be finished, but it is a rather varied section as it changes depending on a choice you made earlier in the chapter, so it might take me a hot second to finish it off. Very exciting, however!

I'm also half-way done with Scene 3's roughdraft, and then all we'll have left is Scene 4, but Scene 4 is an alternate POV so there likely won't be any choices to write, just some variations, if any. We have only a little left to get through, so I'm very hopeful that Chapter 6 is still on track to be released this month!

Chapter 6 is also sitting at a little over 10,000 words! My goal is to hit at least 12,000, but I do feel this will be a shorter chapter, which is totally fine! There's quite a bit I want to go back later and add to, but for now, I am happy with how things have gone so far. Super happy, actually, as almost all the choices I've written so far will have impact as the series progresses, either from you guys setting up more customization or by what you choose to reveal... or keep hidden. And some other interesting things, hehe.

But, overall, I am very satisfied with how Chapter 6 is progressing, and it will all be released as one major update (might also add some other stuff to update along with it, maybe more achievements, other stuff tbd). We will be following the same update pattern as last time: Patreon, Discord, public. I'm really excited to get it out to y'all, as the friend I drop snippets to and discuss stuff with to brainstorm has been STOKED the entire time we've talked!!

Now, as a fair warning, progress this coming week is very likely to be slow. As I posted on here before, my mom has only been home a few days after a 16-day stay in the hospital as she developed gangrene near her broken hip, and she has a lot of care we have to give her. I'll be going this week to finish my training on how to change her bandages (I actually know how to do it, there's just one specific part I'm not so good with, so her wound care nurse is gonna make sure I have that down pat), as I will have to do so on the weekends and any day her home health nurse or wound care nurse are unavailable. Quite a bit of pressure!

And, I also know most of you guys are aware The Wayhaven Chronicles by the amazing @seraphinitegames (just in case you aren't) has its third book releasing this week, and I am gonna be very honest, I'm gonna be absorbing it through my very eyeballs LOL. I am going to be diving in whole-heartedly to enjoy Mason's route and possibly A's or Nate's.

I've also really been in the mood to play games lately, so I'm planning to take time out to indulge a little bit, as I took a good... 5? 6? months or more away from gaming much outside of recording, and given I have Fatal Frame 4 and the OG Resident Evil 4 to lets play... WELL, I am definitely considering dropping loads of time into both and just relax when I can this week!

Alright, I'll see you guys next Monday!

#weekly update #mind games: trepidation #mind games #interactive fiction #if

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Anniversary Dev Log (+ beta opt-in)

Hard to believe it's been almost a year since the first version of Proverbs went live! I know it's been a while since the last full update, but it's because a lot has changed since then. We'd just finished porting Proverbs to RPGMaker MZ in the last update; that left a lot of wrinkles on our end to smooth over before we could even think about adding anything else. Also, since Proverbs has a very large scope, a lot of time has been spent setting up for the next large-scale story update (two words: World Map!!) That means there's some dummied-out content in Proverbs now that probably won't end up being playable until the next anniversary, hah. More on that later.

Things new to this version include:

Expansion of the main quest! A new sidequest in Shan's route! New enemies! New CG art! New items to craft! It probably bears mentioning that my last playtests of Proverbs have been upwards of six hours!

Skills that interact with the overworld! In current Proverbs, those skills only open new dialogue options; soon, they'll do things like:

  Let Lithium eat the corpses you find through the wastes

  Have Shan's spit explode rubble blocking your path to open up new areas

  And more!

Difficulty Selection! Easy mode includes tutorials, reduces enemy stats, and has more chests; Normal is a balanced mode without tutorials or bonus overworld items, but with some new surprise enemy encounters; Hard mode increases enemy stats, has no chest freebies, and adds even more surprise enemies.

Quest Journal and Text Log feature, plus a new item that lets you keep your own notes on the game! These features were suggested by a player; I really enjoyed getting to incorporate suggestions like this!

A whole heap of bug fixes and other odds and ends I sure hope I can remember by the time I need to write actual patch notes!

Originally, the plan was to update the demo with bug fixes and occasional new content while saving most of it for a final complete release. Things have changed somewhat, to reflect what I've learned during this year of development. Here's something like a roadmap:

By the 27th of March, to celebrate a full year of development, the game (in whatever state it's in at that point, lol) is going to get a private upload here for beta testing. Shoot me a message on discord before then if you're interested--anyone who wants in is welcome! This is the best way for you to

Proverbs 1.0 will go public later this spring, after the beta period has ended. Because of the amount of content in this new version of Proverbs, not to mention the time Isidore and I have spent working on it, I feel like the time is right to start treating it like a complete game in its own right.

Then, I'm going to be hard at work writing the future of Proverbs. Think about the first time you played FF7, when you left Midgar for the first time and realized how much more there was to the world... The entire first volume of Proverbs is like that compared to what I have planned for the rest of the game. I intend to have at least two more large story updates, each of which will add more to the plot than this update does. To get to the point where the new areas of the game are playable, and feel as full of things to do as the base game... that's going to take a while. I knew before I started it that Proverbs would be a multi-year commitment. Thanks for your patience, everyone ^^

#proverbs of hell #rpgmaker #crossposting this to the itch

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#5

French Onion, Broccoli Cheddar, and Pho soup :)

French Onion - Who is your favorite author(s)?

there's honestly so many so i'm just gonna name a few:

@jackdaw-kraai with his wonderful Guides

@irndad and the tasm!peter fics

@yellow-feathered-faerie who i really must work on that Mandis fic with eventually

chancecraz on ao3 and their time travel star wars fics

and of course, you

Broccoli Cheddar - What was your inspiration for this wip

this is honestly an odd inspiration but i had an absolutely terrible math teacher last year who used to give the most difficult tests and during winter break, while i was cramming for the 3 tests we had in the three weeks after it, i convinced my mom to rewatch the hobbit with me, and a few days later, at like 1 in the morning, i just started typing up Transported and here we are

Pho - Describe your ideal writing set up

i think i'd have to say like music (probably The Amazing Devil because it makes my brain go brr) playing in the background, my laptop charged and not trying to burst into flames, discord open on the side to share snippets and just talk, and me actually having the time to sit down and write without any interruptions

13 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

#4

Hello! If Lotr/The Hobbit requests are open, I hope it's alright that I request one ;-;

Could you please do something about a Reader who was Merry and Pippin's best friend when they were really little kids but they left Middle Earth somehow. But now that they're adults, she gets back to the Shire and now she's a kickass blacksmith who is still really witty and comforting with them and it's a really sweet and wholesome reunion? You can either do Polyamory or Merry x Reader if that's not your thing. I think Merry would be the most likely to get a crush on a human blacksmith reader with big muscles because he strikes me as the kinda guy who'd like Tomboys

I also have this hilarious idea of, since the Reader is human, Pippin finds out that she became an adult at 18 and he's so jealous because she's officially an adult and he's not lmao. Thanks so so much, I hope you're doing well hun! Keep being awesome!!

okay i finally finished it! this may have taken a slightly different route than you were expecting but i hope you like it regardless!

As I looked upon them for the first time in what seemed like a decade, our time spent together in my childhood and their tweens came rushing back, almost flashing before my eyes. The summers spent stealing from Old Farmer Maggot and hanging out at various hobbit parties that I clearly wasn’t invited to were reminiscent of a much different time.

It had been prior to I had been apprenticed to the only blacksmith near Hobbiton and Merry was forced off to visit some relatives or another for months on end, leaving us with no time to see each other, let alone act upon the last things that we said to each other. Although it sometimes seemed like it had been just yesterday when our relationship began to split from the almost something that it had become, but given the new signs of maturity on his face and the burn scars on my hands, it was clear it had been far longer than either of us expected.

Pippin stood next to his cousin, looking between the two of us as we refused to say anything while we took in the differences in each other’s appearance. I had certainly changed far more than Merry, given the fact that blacksmithing required a lot of strength, far more than I had had last time I had seen either of them. The buff female blacksmith had very little similarities to the teenage girl that had never worked a day in her life.

I suppose if I had known how much muscle I would have to build up to truly become good at making even the simple things that hobbits nearby required, I would have thought twice before deciding on this. But now wasn’t the time to rethink the decisions that I had made for my life. Now, I needed to figure out how to begin a conversation with a figure from my not too distant past.

“So,” I said, not entirely thinking through the rest of my sentence just yet. “Have fun with the Tooks?” Oh fuck that was terrible. I was a fool and I would never speak again.

“Yes.” Thank the Valar, he was just as awkward as I was. “And how is your apprenticeship going?”

I could almost see the wince as he finished speaking. We had to break this ridiculous tension somehow. There had to be some way to talk beyond just standing here awkwardly as Pippin looked on. “I kinda finished that a couple summers ago. My master passed on the shop to me once I was done and left to apparently go adventuring. Imagine a 60 year old man going across Arda in search of adventure. Although I suppose with Bilbo, you don’t really have to.”

He seemed more at ease with this topic, immediately replying, “I’m not convinced he truly went. The Mad Baggins was apparently quite tame before he left the Shire.”

“I don’t believe that. That pipeweed smoking hobbit would have jumped at the chance to do it. Although his stories did speak of some hesitation.”

“A Took could never pass up the chance,” interjected Pippin. “I guarantee that any one of our cousins would enjoy it.”

“But Bilbo isn’t a Took. He’s a Baggins. Baggins never do things like that,” stated Merry.

“I thought he was half Took. So there would have been an equal chance of doing it.” I took a breath before saying, “Either way, I assume you didn’t come here to discuss whether or not BIlbo actually bested Smaug, chiefest and greatest of calamities. What did you need?”

The sudden change in topic seemed to lower the energy in the room, but I could see Lobelia Sackville Baggins coming closer so I needed it to look like I was running a “proper establishment” before she decided to enter. This decision wasn’t driven by a sense of urgency, but rather an urge to escape a lecture before she hands me her frying pan to be fixed again after banging on Bilbo’s door again for an hour.

Pippin started, “Oh! I believe that—”

“Frodo asked us to stop by to inquire after a frying pan that was sent to be mended a few days ago. Would you perhaps have it currently ready?” That was oddly stiff in its phrasing. Did he think I was trying to get him out of the shop? Or did he know that Lobelia, the bane of my existence, was approaching?

“I think it’s back here somewhere. Although I think I need another day to fully work on it.” Okay, this was my chance. I could ask. After years of not seeing him, we could finally have a chance at what we had both wanted. “I needed to take a couple days off for my birthday a week ago and the new responsibilities that have been dumped on me have been ridiculous. They don’t tell you that when you legally become an adult, but anyways, I could meet up with you sometime tomorrow to drop it off. If you wanted to do so of course.”

“Sure, but—”

“You’re an adult?” Pippin asked. “But I’m older than you and I’m still a tween.”

“You’d hate being an adult. You have to do taxes and stuff and you can’t just spend the entire day hanging out with friends.”

“Yes, but it’s about the principle of the matter. I am 5 years older than you and yet I’m not even of age.”

“That’s your loss for being born a hobbit. I however can do adult things and buy a pint without my cousin chaperoning me.”

“Regardless,” Merry interjected. “I believe that I shall be free at around noon tomorrow, so would you like to meet under the party tree?”

“Uh, yes of course. I’ll have it done by tomorrow. As long as Lobelia doesn’t have anything new to bring me.”

“Good then. Well I suppose we shall continue this fruitful discussion tomorrow.” At Pippin’s newly open mouth, he continued, “Alone.”

“Yes. Now shoo. She’s coming in and I don’t want to have to pretend like I’m just a blacksmith in front of you too.”

“We will be back!”

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21 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

#3

i fucking watched the new doctor strange movie and i'm so close to just rambling about the bits of marvel that i hate and the reasons why

24 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

#2

Can I get “that dance, that they did today? it kinda reminded me of when we…” with a pairing of you choice 🥺?

Also makes sure to eat and drink water 🔫

okay so this ended up being a tasm!peter parker x gn!reader fic because i had an Idea so here. also it's kinda implied desi!reader, but it can really be read any way.

also you better do the same 🔫

the link to the dance which i mention is here

Finals were over. My bed was calling my name as I walked back from the horrid chem exam that had caused far too many all-nighteres in an attempt to memorize all of the ions and their charges as well as the formulas that we had learnt only a couple weeks ago.

But now, I could sleep for as long as I wanted until I had to start packing everything. Which was not until tomorrow because the dorms were supposed to be cleared out by next Friday. That left at least 18 hours that I could use to conk out if I wanted to wake up by about 9am tomorrow.

Unfortunately, or perhaps very fortunately, my plan was thrown away as soon as I saw Peter sitting on the stairs in front of the building, playing on his phone. “Did your ethics final finish up early? I thought you were supposed to be out by 4 at the earliest.”

“Kenobi cancelled it. Something about his nephew getting sick.”

“Well that leaves plenty of time for our must watch movie marathon we had planned a couple weeks ago.”

“Wasn’t that supposed to be during packing? So then if it gets far too cheesy, we could distract ourselves with loading up some of the boxes?”

“Yes, but I found out one of the ones I used to watch with my friends recently came back onto Netflix. And because I couldn’t find it literally anywhere else without having to pay an extravagant amount of money for one movie, we’re going to enjoy the experience of this movie without the need for literally anything else. Other than snacks.”

“Of course we would have snacks. Why was that ever in question?”

“With your appetite, it never should be.”

“Hey, you know that’s because of the spider bite.”

“Like you didn’t come over to my house and eat half of my snacks alongside your own when we were in middle school.”

“Well, sixth period P.E. for all three years causes a person to get a bit hungry after school.”

“And that doesn’t explain the time that we went to Build-A-Bear and you told me you wanted to eat a bear.”

“That was something I told you in confidence and something that I didn’t expect you to almost yell in front of your dorm.”

“Everyone deserves to know that you looked at a Gollum plushie and went, ‘That looks like it would be a good snack.’” “Were you like this before your chem final?” he asked. “Because I could have sworn the person I fell asleep next to was not out to kill me.”

“I was a different person then,” I stated while leading him into the building. “I cannot be expected to treat someone who decided to sit out here in 90 degree heat for 3 hours while I took my final nicely.”

He gasped dramatically, playing it up despite the fact that some of my neighbors were coming out to see what havoc we were causing today. “I have helped you study for countless tests and quizzes and even stayed up with you until 4am last night and this is how I am thanked? I shudder to call myself your boyfriend with such poor treatment.”

The Bridgerton marathon shortly before finals kicked into full swing seemed to have done something to him. But honestly, as long as we didn’t get another complaint regarding our arguments prior to the time that we made it upstairs, it would be fine. “And what do you say to the hours that I spent reviewing vocabulary with you for a final you didn’t even take?”

“I thought I had the final until I went to Kenobi’s room and saw the note posted on his door. And when I went to text you, I saw that your final had already started and decided against trying to distract you.”

“Well you should have distracted me anyways. Why wouldn’t I have wanted a text from you? After all, it wasn’t like that final was particularly important, I would have passed the class either way. Plus, you’re far more important than some stupid chem final that is only vaguely relevant to my degree.”

“I’m sure Windu would agree with that assessment.”

“Windu has a stick up his ass. Which I can finally say in front of other people because I’m finally out of that fucking class.” It still hadn’t entirely hit me that the school year was finally over, but the fact that I could hang out with Peter without needing to study or work on a project was beginning to cement it.

“True. I’m not looking forward to when I have to take him next year for organic.” He took a second before continuing, “Are we ever going to unlock your door or are you planning on watching it out here?”

“Right, that. I barely even noticed that we were here.” Which was surprising, however, this could easily be blamed on the sleep deprivation and the Peter’s distracting presence.

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so why is my heart broke?

tasm!peter parker x reader

warnings: angst, cursing (as always), and i think that's it

summary: you almost got hurt because of a fight between Spider-Man and the villain of the week. now Peter's trying to stop it from happening again

“I’m breaking up with you.”

“What?”

“I can’t keep putting you in danger like this,” Peter said.

“That doesn’t mean you break up with me, you dumbass.” You took a look at his face before continuing. “Oh, you’re serious.”

“Of course, I’m serious. I can’t see you get hurt again and again because I’m Spider-Man.”

“I get hurt once because I was somewhere the fight got to, and somehow this is what it results in? No, Peter, I refuse.”

“You can’t refuse,” he states, albeit with some confusion. “I’m breaking up with you.”

“Peter Motherfucker Parker, I refuse to let you break up with me.”

“I refuse to let you refuse to let me break up with you.”

“I wasn’t even involved in the fight before the villain of the week fucking crashed into the cafe I was picking up coffee from. How could this have resulted from you being Spider-Man? If anyone else was fighting them, the same thing would have happened.”

“Everyone who I have loved while being Spider-Man has been hurt by this, and I refuse to let you be a victim of the Parker curse.”

“I will stay right here beside you to show you that there is no such thing. There is simply the fact that I love you Peter Parker, and I will not leave your side.”

“And it is because of that that I can’t let you stay. I can’t see you get hurt.”

“Well this is hurting me. I’m in love with you and you just want me to leave? I can’t Peter. I can’t see you getting banged up on TV and know that I can’t do anything to help. I can’t leave you.”

“But you should.”

“When has that ever decided what I was going to do? What we were going to do? Fuck what I should do,” I exclaimed.

“I can’t lose you. No matter how much this would hurt both of us, it would never compare to the pain of losing you.”

“And the same applies to you. Do you think I would be okay knowing that you had, that you had died out there, fighting an alien or some shit? I can barely handle the idea of breaking up with you and yet you want me to live knowing that you are out there risking your life every day without anyone on your side? No one there to patch you up when you get hurt? No one who knows what you’re going through every time you show up with bruises and cuts?”

“And what would happen to me if you weren’t there because of me? Because I can’t live without knowing that you were safe. No matter how difficult it is to leave you, there’s no option here where you’re safe. There’s never been one as soon as you chose me.”

“And I’m going to keep choosing you. I am always going to choose you, Peter. Despite all the dangers and slightly insane ideas, I love you.”

That seemed to cause the last remaining bits of fight left in him to dissipate. “I love you too. Despite your stubbornness.”

“Hey, I think that it’s warranted right now. You were about to lose the best thing in your life because you got scared of something that wasn’t your fault. Someone had to do something about it,” You retorted.

“I’m glad someone did.”

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[sasarahsunshine]

have you moved past cm? i went to your twitter and you post hannibal a lot but you arent on the cm server like at all anymore. if you have mvoed on then maybe give the server to someone else that is active

Hello Anon! I have a couple things to say to this, 1) I’m currently tipsy cos my friends and I were hanging out and I’m finally allowed alcohol after being sober for the last 3 years. So if I seen all over the place or don’t make sense, that why.

2) I’m still VERY active in the CM fandom, but I realize that it might not look like that outwardly since my activity has been taking place in smaller spaces/private DMs with people.

3) My Twitter rn is currently only for Hannibal, but I have been considering making a second one that’s Criminal Minds only. I just don’t know if I’ll be able to jump back and forth between them all the time without mixing them up, lol!

4) I’m not 100% sure what you mean about me not being active in the server? If you mean today (Sunday, May 22nd—even tho it’s the 23rd now whoops), then I wasn’t on Discord at all cos I was busy with real life things. Summer is on the way, quarantine is “over,” and I’m not locked in my home 24/7 anymore. I’m officially finished with my chemo; the benign tumor that was in my brain has shrunk, so I can finally get a job again (I haven’t worked a “real job” since January 2021), and I can hang out with my friends and family again. (I still wear masks when appropriate, and I’m fully vaccinated, but we’re “allowed” to be normal again, you know?).

But I can promise I’ve been in the server every single day, even if only once or twice to check in and make sure everything’s fine. I have a life outside of Discord and Tumblr, too.

Plus I’ve had a new puppy since the beginning of April, and he takes up the majority of my time while I’m training and caring for him. We’re actually about to get him properly trained to be a therapy dog, since my own therapist (and everyone else who meets him) says he would be perfect for it with his calm and friendly personality!

And, also, Twitter is fun. I’ve made new friends, found a fun new community among the Hannibal fandom, and I greatly enjoy how I can check my Twitter feed for only a couple min between my errands and still feel like I’m apart of the “conversations” there. Meanwhile here on tumblr, I need to set aside a whole hour or so for what I do (and I only use tumblr on desktop, for reasons I’ve explained before, unless I’m just checking my notifs).

I’m sorry that you feel I’ve left the fandom, or I’m inactive, but I also think I’m allowed to “take a break” from fandom things if I need to. While the CM fandom was getting a lot of hate anons, harassers, stalkers, and was dealing with A LOT of drama, the Hannibal fandom welcomed me with open arms and the friends I’ve made helped me feel safe while I was still sick and healing.

I have a whole timetable setup with plans for fun Criminal Minds based things I want to do this summer (including celebrations for milestones, watch parties, etc), but I just need to *get* to that point.

Hyperfixations come and go over time. I can’t really control if my fixation for Criminal Minds ends up fading, but I can promise that for now, it’s still going strong! I’m just ALSO having fun with the Hannibal fandom (think of it as my new shiny toy, I guess, lol! Criminal Minds is my favorite and always will be, but it’s exciting to be apart of something new).

Hope I was able to explain. Have a good day/night! <3

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