#I miss them already and I just read this yesterday and wrote this today

[pizzee]

I WANNA TALK ABOUT ISSUE#15 OK? OK.

So. What an issue, huh? Absolutely stunning, and while I wish we got some Jake and Steven interacting with the Midnight Mission, I do adore this issue and it was an incredible follow up to the last issue. The art, the writing, the color choice's, the Steven, THE JAKE!!! anyway, this is an analysis so let's do it.

Marc Spector doesn’t believe that he’s enough. He never has, which is why he was initially so reluctant and terrified of giving up control (which I went a bit ham on analyzing here). He’s scared of someone else seeing him how he sees himself, as nothing more than a means to an end, and realizing once they’ve gotten what they need out of him, he won’t be useful anymore. He calls himself a “fist”, he literally says “I still have my uses” in the context of a fight. Marc doesn’t see himself as being much else outside of that violence and his mission as Khonshu’s fist.

Which directly contrasts with Steven and Jake. (YAY I GET TO TALK ABOUT THEM!!!)

Steven, who’s already got his own society he feels semi-comfortable in, can slip into that role of rich benefactor like he was born for it. The first thing he does when fronting is always always take off the mask and take care of them. Which is, so impactful. Because yes, he’d care about their appearance. He's rich, sure. But it’s more than that. He takes care of them because it’s what they deserve. They’re worth something. They’re worthy of love and affection, self care in the form of expensive hair treatments and makeovers. 

He takes off the mask (literally and metaphorically and the secret third meaning and fourth and—) and looks in the mirror and chastises Marc for not taking care of them then does exactly that because Steven Grant doesn’t see Marc or Jake of any of them as tools or means, but as people. He proves Marc wrong by just by existing.

Then we got Jake. JAKE FUCKING LOCKLEY!!! Our avuncular scoundrel’s first act when fronting is going to see his friends. Which I just. I love it. When he throws open the doors and says he’s back and is met with such love and care and enthusiasm. Which is such a magenta moment (passion and compassion and kindness and I’m not gonna get into the color theory of it all but the fact that his two colors are magenta and sooome green make me gigle🤭). But it also takes us back to the last issue where he laments losing their friends. Where Marc said he never needed them. Where Marc is obviously dead fucking wrong.

Jake’s not in his element, he’s at home. He’s with his people, and his people have him and it’s beautiful. And it’s how Jake takes care of them, by creating connections with everyone from all walks of life. Because, once again, everyone wants to be loved. So he goes out and makes jokes and earns trust and makes promises and gives and gets love and lives. He shows he — and by default the system — aren’t incapable of giving or receiving affection. He proves Marc wrong just by living.

And now. We got the biggun. Marc. 

We’ve already established Marc’s issues with constantly needing to be in control stemming from his fear of being cast aside or deemed unlovable, said issues causing a lot of the problems in his life. What I love about this issue is that it works on dismantling those thoughts, one by one. If Steven and Jake prove Marc wrong, the rest of the Midnight Mission enforce those ideas by hammering them home with a comically oversized hammer. Soldier does what Soldier does: be the chillest fucking guy around. Badr obviously has his own Khonshu/religious tinted lense of looking at it but that doesn’t make him any less understanding. He just thinks Marc is a fucking idiot (and he’s not wrong!).

Then. Then. Reese. Reese who comes in, shatters every single insecurity and fear and preconceived notion Marc has about himself. Reese who doesn’t know about his past and doesn’t care because she sees what he’s trying to do now, the good he’s trying to do and is doing, and admires that. Reese who doesn’t push when that’s clearly what Marc is expecting her to do (because that’s probably what everyone has done, always done. Ask probing, invasive questions that he forces himself to answer and now he’s so used to them he’s constantly shocked when people don’t ask. He’s shocked when people care. He’s shocked when he finds himself caring.).

Reese. Who says…

…which is probably the first time anyone has said that to him. It’s probably the first time anyone has cared enough to even think it. The very thing Jake and Steven have been proving to him all issue, the thing Reese says so naturally and casually. It’s not a grand revelation from her, it’s not something she has to think about. Marc is enough and she knows it, Jake and Steven know it, the rest of the Midnight Mission and the community know it. The only who doesn’t, or didn’t, was Marc. And now. And now.

He does. And Reese and Steven and Jake will be damned if he forgets that anytime soon. 

(AND VERY BRIEFLY I WANNA TALK AB THE COLORS!!! Ok so I’m absolutely in love with the colors Rosenberg chose. They vary a lot between pages but my color associations are: Steven gold, Jake magenta, Marc blue. There are a lot of pages where the characters swap colors or have different ones but I’m going to stick with these associations because they make sense to me.

Steven gold is probably the most clear cut one. Gold is a warm color, symbolizing wealth and generosity. Divinity and power. Steven is rich (or was) so there’s the wealth, I’d say the generosity comes from how he takes care of the body, mostly physically. There aren’t many pages where Steven appears in, but the one in the barber or whatever is where I’m drawing most of these thoughts from. Marc is also depicted with a lot of gold, particularly when he’s speaking to Dr. Sterman especially when he’s giving long ass melodramatic monologues. Which I find interesting, as those extended metaphors and speeches seem like his way of establishing control, or power, in a conversation which is generally supposed to end up with deep self evaluation and a certain amount of vulnerability that comes with giving up some of that control (he is talking to his therapist, after all, even if she doesn’t do a very good job of it but— that’s a story for another day)

Jake magenta is a very clearly shown visual. Magenta is another warm color, symbolizing passion and compassion, kindness and love. Jake is the Just Some Guy of the three, probably the most affable and easygoing, so magenta makes sense thematically for him as well. What’s also cool is that magenta is the primary, dominating color in a lot of his pages where he’s surrounded by people he cares about (I’m thinking of the last issue in his headspace emotional support strip club where all the dancers looked like Marlene and this issue at the bar with his friends). Almost as if he’s overflowing with love and care for others. 

Both Jake and Steven appear in several pages where the primary color is green, which symbolizes growth, renewal, rebirth. This is the only cool color they’re depicted in, which is also interesting because Marc is almost exclusively shown in panels with cool colors (minus the gold ones I mentioned earlier). Marc also appears in pages with greens, particularly those where he talks to Soldier and Badr, symbolizing his growth of being able and willing to open up to them. 

Finally, Marc blue has been a dominant color for basically this entire run. Blue is a cool color that symbolizes a lot, but I’ll stick with sadness, peace, security and freedom. Sadness is pretty obvious, but the other three are aspirational for him. And I think this is most clearly shown by the fact that the only exclusively blue Marc pages are the last two with Reese. Her understanding and words help take him one step closer to those things he’s always wanted, that love and understanding. And I think her wearing a YELLOW shirt also shows the positive influence and power her words have on him. Plus, it’s a good contrast against the background and his suit ;)

Last last thing I wanna mention about colors because wow this got out hand is the page where Marc takes off the mustache (NOOOOO) and introduces himself. It has all the colors I mentioned in a gradient, which imo symbolizes how he’s finally starting to work with Steven and Jake as a system, a team, and how they’re all separate parts but also parts of a whole. Also harkens back to earlier, when Marc mentioned he hasn’t asked Jake and Steven’s opinion. They aren’t perfect, there’s still some work to be done on communication, but they’re getting there and that’s what matters. It’s a great visual, and he even gets his emo anime boy hair back so win there, I guess😐)

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #wednesday spoilers #FUCK THAT ISSUE WAS ALOT #I miss them already and I just read this yesterday and wrote this today #It was so healing guys #My heart is so full #Mackay I love you so much #THAT HUG WAS ACTUALLY EVERYTHING IVE EVER WANTED IN LIFE #and sorry for the huge bit on color theory I’m just obsessed with the colors in this issue and this run as a whole #tell me why I wrote an almost 1500 word analysis instead of doing the actual work I need to do by… uh actually I have to do it in 6 minutes #I have to read a whole book in 6 minutes😐 #Yea fuck that MOON KNIGHT TIME BABY #God there’s so much I wanna talk ab THERES SO MUCH #Sorry if this is incoherent my brain is still spinning and trembling #yea yea sometimes i write

[kentopedia]

Can you drop some long series recs (any fandom!)?! I haven't had any come across my dash >.< Would love to read some!

omg of course!! I HAVE SO SO MANY RECS! a lot of the ones i've seen recently are ongoing, but i hope you give them a go & keep watching for updates <3 i have read quite a variety, so hopefully there's something for you tehe. some of them i haven't read yet, but have been on my list bc i enjoy their other works :) so i recommend them to since i know the writers are amazing!!

across the universe by @lovedazai (dazai, complete) - mai actually just posted the last part yesterday, so this is a great one to start with tehe. everything she writes is so lovely & she knows dazai sooo well. i'm so excited to see finish it!

to have and to hold by @fedyenkas (chuuya, ongoing) - i just started this one today & it's so so amazing so far !! chuuyas characterization in it is sooo yummy. i haven't read a hybrid series before, so it's super unique to see how that fits into the bsd universe.

noble blood by @forest-hashira (satoru & suguru, ongoing) - i haven't read this one yet, but both of fallon's entries for my collab were incredible, so i can only imagine this is too! plus, the premise is SO insane, it's about dragon riders, and there's an entire sheet with all lore that they've created !! i can see how much love and care was put into this one, so i can't wait to check it out !!

oh, baby! by @tetsuskei (kuroo, ongoing) - i have yet to read the first part (everyone throw tomatoes at me) but risu posted some parts on her old blog & i read it there! it's so so sweet!! i looove all her writing, and dad!kuroo is just the cutest thing EVER.

waterloo by @fyorina (dazai, ongoing) - i haven't read this one yet either but i am SO SO incredibly excited to get to it. this one is going to be long, so it might be what you're looking for !! the first two parts are out already, and there's a posting schedule if you want to know when they're coming out :)

bulletproof love by @staryukis (gojo, ongoing) - i've really enjoyed this one so far and logan's writing is so captivating <3 it feels just like missing scenes from in between the canon jjk storyline. logan also has a mini zombie apocalypse series i've been excited to read after reading the other series !! it's dying (for your love).

regrets by @/kingkonoha (levi, complete) is so good !! i still need to finish it, but the concept is super cool & the reader is the antagonist so it's a really interesting spin on levi's actions in the canon universe.

tidal temptations by @fyodorloveclub (fyodor, ongoing) - i have also yet to read this one (cries myself to sleep my tbr is never ending), but everything flora writes is incredible, so i have no doubt this one is too. it's a merman fyodor fic, which is such a cool concept i'm so excited to see where it goes !!!

hell within reach by @/ddarker-dreams (chrollo, complete) - omg. ok i read this one like 2 years ago LOL, but it's finished and its about 80k long, and it's so good <3 i used to be an insane chrollo girlie & this is one of my favorite fics about him.

lover's delight by @lovelyluc (diluc, ongoing) - i don't even play genshin or know anything about it HSHFSDFH but this one is so sweet <3 you can really see how much awea loves diluc in this series, which is my favorite thing about reading fics, and it has so many of my favorite tropes !!

geheinisse by @honeybleed (jean & reiner, ongoing) - only the first part of this is out but it's SO INCREDIBLE. there's so much drama already, and nara does such a great job of setting the scene while getting you hooked immediately. nara also has a two part reiner fic (the first part is decades) that's completed and over 10k words that i'll never forget! her characterization of reiner is so yummy.

if it wasn't for him (would you have me) by @gojoath (yuuta, ongoing) - cella's the ceo of yandere yuuta, so if you're into him, i can't think of anyone else to recommend !!! cella wrote another yuuta series that i think is completed, so there are lots of amazing things to read on her blog <3

@osaemu has a streamer!gojo series that are all in the same universe & connect! they're so funny & everything sabs writes is amazing, so i encourage you to check out her work if you haven't

the lakehouse by @tetzoro (kuroo, ongoing) - rahhh i'm the worst bc i still haven't read this but aims is one of my favorite writers on here, so trust me it's amazing. this was written for october, so if you're missing autumn rn def read this one! aims also has another kuroo series coming soon <3

i know i left some people out, so if you're ever in need of any other recs, pls lmk tehe. and if you're a mootie of mine but have a series i didn't include, send it my way <3 but hopefully all these amazing ones will get you started!

#໒꒱ rylie's angels

[thehalfbloodedwitch]

Foes to Fond (M.r. x reader)

Pairing- Mattheo x Femreader

Summary- The reader and Mattheo get into a very nasty fight, which seems to lead to a little confession from Mattheo’s side. | Fluff

Requested by- @hornysimpbitch

A/n- I am so sorry lovely for delaying your request but here it is! I hope you like it!

Warnings- Cursing,, making out and that’s all

Meanings- Y/n/n= your nickname

Words- 3,152 words

Mattheo Masterlist Main Masterlist

The quill scratched the paper as you scribbled down something yet again. For the fifteenth time, you ripped the parchment apart and chucked it towards the dustbin with a frown on your face.

"Fuck, I can’t even understand this shit at all," you muttered under your breath after you closed your book and placed the quill on the table, frustrated and removing your reading glasses.

You have by now tried to understand transfiguration but have failed miserably multiple times. You have by now given up on ever learning the art of transfiguration because you simply couldn’t understand its use and the pronunciation of these spells.

The transfiguration test was tomorrow, and here you were in the library at 12 in the night trying to figure out the topics that were coming for the test, and you simply couldn’t understand anything at all. Your reading glasses were set aside, and you tried closing your eyes and breathing slowly, but that didn’t work either.

And now, there were piles upon piles of books kept on your table with crumpled paper all over the place. You were exhausted and tired of trying to learn this subject. At this point of time, you didn’t care if you learnt anything or not, you needed sleep. Your eyes were already tired and were closing with every second that passed.

So you stood up and walked out of the library without making a sound, muttered the Gryffindor Tower password, entered your dormitory, flopped onto your bed, and passed out.

"Y/n/n, wake up! You’re late! " "What happened?" you asked, which made you stand up and rub your eyes, "What happened?" you asked, to which Hermione sighed, "You’re late Y/n. "Get ready as quickly as you can, or else you’ll miss breakfast," she said, and left the dormitory for you to get ready.

You washed your face and stared into the mirror. Dark circles were visible under your eyes and your face looked tired. You sighed and put on face wash and quickly brushed your teeth. You grabbed your uniform and wore it and rushed to the Great Hall for breakfast.

"You should’ve woken me up a bit earlier, mione," you said as you stuffed some eggs and toast in your mouth, "Looks like someone woke up late," Harry teased as he smiled at you and you glared at him. "Not funny," you managed to speak with the food that was in your mouth.

"It wasn't my fault, Y/n; I tried several times to wake you up but you were sound asleep," Hermione explained, "Why were you awake so late anyway?""I was studying for transfiguration," you explained while sipping some orange juice.

"Good afternoon, students!" Professor McGonagall greeted everyone as she entered the classroom. "Today, as I had discussed earlier with all of you, will be your test on the topics we have learned so far. This is a theoretical test, so please be seated with your ink and quills ready," she said as she started distributing the test question papers to all the students.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before you looked at the question paper. The questions that were asked in it were nothing you had studied yesterday, or even if you did, you forgot. With whatever you could recollect, you wrote the answers, submitted them to the professor, and left the class waiting for your friends to come out.

"How did you do your test?" "Don’t ask, I would’ve miserably failed," you said as you looked at him with sad eyes, Harry smiled at you and said, "Don’t worry, this is just a test," and patted your back to make you feel a bit better, at which you smiled at him.

"Oh, look at these love birds! Aren’t they adorable!" A voice spoke right behind you, and you knew exactly who this was, "What the fuck is wrong with you, Riddle?" you sneered as you turned around to face Mattheo Riddle.

"Oh, nothing’s wrong with me Y/l/n, I am absolutely fine," he said as he smirked and glared at you. "Leave Riddle, you don’t want to start a fight here which you’ll obviously lose," Ron said as he came out of the classroom and stood beside Harry.

"Try me, Weasley, we’ll see who wins." Mattheo said as he slowly approached the three of you when Hermione came out and yelled, "Stop! We don’t want to get detention now, do we? "she looked at you three.

"Let’s go," you said, as you took Ron’s and Harry’s arms and walked away before turning around to glare at Mattheo one more time and leaving with Hermione.

"What’s wrong with riddle man? "He's always here to ruin the mood," Harry said as you went to your next class, and you chuckled and replied, "It’s fine, Harold," at which all four of you laughed.

"Ms. Y/l/n, would you mind staying back after class, I have to discuss something important." Professor McGonagall called out to you the next day in transfiguration class. You had gotten your results, and let’s just say they weren’t good at all. Your mood had dropped so low that during the whole class you silently looked at your textbook with no expression on your face.

"Psst, what happened?" After a while of looking at you, Ron whispered, "Not now, later." You replied, and once again stared at the textbook in front of you. Ron sighed and averted his gaze from the professor, concentrating on what she was teaching.

"Ms. Y/l/n, I presume that you do know that what you have done on this test isn’t acceptable at all." McGonagall said in a concerned tone, "Yes, ma'am," you replied, but your gaze was drawn to a stack of parchment on the table.

"Dear, you have to take transfiguration seriously, I have seen your marks in other subjects and they are exceptionally good, I have found that you have only a problem with transfiguration. Could you tell me what problems are you facing in this subject? Where do you face difficulties?" All the professor asked you, and all you could do was sigh heavily and reply, "The problem I am facing in transfiguration is the subject in itself, I cannot understand the spells, the theory behind each spell, and everything about it."

She stood up and came towards you, keeping her hands on your shoulder, she said, "I believe you can improve and understand this subject. You can do this Y/n, just needs a little more effort, I have faith in you." There will be soon another test in transfiguration on the same topics and I expect you to get O’s on it." To which you nodded with a small smile on your face.

As you walked towards Gryffindor Tower, you had decided to start studying as soon as possible, but the problem was, you didn’t understand what the library books said, meaning you had to take help from someone, but the question was, who?

Hermione would have been more than glad to help you, but the problem was, she was herself so busy with her own assignments and subjects that she didn’t have much time left to even rest, forget about tutoring you.

You were left in thought. Who was good enough in transfiguration to tutor you? Who was good at transfiguration? No one from your house? What about other houses? Hufflepuff? Nope, Ravenclaw? Well, Luna could help, but she isn’t that good at transfiguration, Slytherin?

An image popped right up in your head as soon as you thought of the Slytherin house, Mattheo Riddle. He was great at transfiguration, even though you would hate to admit it. He was exceptionally good at it.

But would he want to tutor you? How could you ask him to tutor you? He would definitely think this is a joke, but it won’t hurt to try. You desperately needed help in transfiguration and the only person who is decent at it is Riddle. You had no other choice but to ask him.

And so, you stomped your way towards the Gryffindor Tower to find the common room empty. Of course, they had left for dinner and you had completely forgotten about it. You cursed under your breath and walked towards the Great Hall.

"Fancy seeing you here, Y/l/n," a voice called out behind you, and you knew exactly who it was. "Surprising seeing you here, Riddle, what are you doing near the Gryffindor Tower, may I ask?" you asked Mattheo, who stood right behind you while you turned around to face him. "I don't see a reason to tell you what I was doing here," Mattheo said while clicking his tongue, "Uh, well, I  might have a favor to ask you.." you said while not trying to make eye contact with him.

"A favor? "Totally not suspicious," he said, his brow furrowed, "I need help with... well, you see, I am not that good at transfiguration," he added, "horrible at transfiguration."You rolled your eyes and replied, "I'm not that bad at it, just need a little help,"

"And that’s your favor? "Yeah, I was hoping you could help," he said. "You don't have to help me if you don't want to," you said, fiddling with your hands.

"You think I would help you?" he asked, to which you rolled your eyes and replied, "You know what? Forget I ever asked for your help, "you said, and just as you turned around to leave, Mattheo called out, "What will I get in return?" to which you stopped, turned, and replied, "Anything you want!" "Anything?" he asked, smirking and coming closer towards you, "W-Well, anything as in, anything I could give you, like not as in anything I can give you, but like, maybe money or-"

"Meet me at the library at 5 tomorrow," he said, and walked right past you. As he walked towards the Great Hall, he turned around and said, "I don’t like to wait for people, so be on time." He left for the Great Hall and sat with his Slytherin friends while you just sighed and smiled.

"You’ve got to be kidding me. Riddle agreed to help you? "  Harry asked, "I couldn't believe it either," you said, staring at the glass in front of you. "You could've asked for my assistance, you know?" As you were shaken from your dream, Hermione said, "I know, but you already have a lot on your plate, I just didn’t want to disturb you," you said, and Hermione smiled at you.

"Sorry, got a bit late," you said as you set your books and reading glasses on the table where Mattheo sat, "I told you, I don’t like waiting for people. You know I was about to leave," Mattheo said, "I was just 2 minutes late," you said while huffing and sitting in front of him while he scoffed.

"So, let’s begin easily. First I am going to show you a few spells that you have to perform," he said while setting a goblet in front of you, "Isn’t that the goblet we got during breakfast?" you asked, "Don’t ask questions," he said as you chuckled.

Then for straight 3 hours, the both of you discussed and practised transfiguration, and by the end of the first session you couldn't even realise how fast time went by and whatever Mattheo taught you understood every bit of it.

"Tomorrow, same time?" You nodded and smiled, "Thank you so much, riddle," to which Mattheo said, "Don’t mention it, and also, call me Mattheo, Riddle sounds odd," and you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "Oh really?" "Well, I could change my mind, actually call me." "Fine, Mattheo, bye," you said as you stood up and left for your dorm, leaving Mattheo in his chair, staring at your figure as it faded into the corridor.

You'd been studying together for a while now, and you'd gotten pretty good at transfiguration yourself. You had by now known the pronunciation of the spells, the theory of each and every spell, and could now transfigure objects.

When the test came in transfiguration, you had gotten full marks, McGonagall was very proud and happy for you and was congratulating you for your hard work, but truly you had to thank Mattheo because without him this wouldn’t have happened at all.

You said, "Thank you so much Mattheo for your tutoring. It really helped me a lot." You went to Mattheo after class to thank him, "Well Y/n, it’s not me who should be thanked, it’s you, I just taught you a few concepts. You were the one who worked hard and understood it by yourself." He said, "Really good job Y/n, congrats on your full marks." "Thanks" you said.

And after that, you had not spoken to him since. You just didn’t know what to talk about. Your favour was for him to tutor you, and that’s all. It didn’t

Did it mean that you had become friends with him, or was it? You were utterly confused and started thinking about whether to talk to him or not, but decided not to, as if he didn’t want to be your friend and that he just tutored you and didn’t want this relationship to move any further, you would be left embarrassed.

But Mattheo wanted you to be his friend; he was madly in love with you, and he had never seen you like he did during your tutoring sessions.The way your hair curled on your forehead, the way your eyes looked while wearing your reading glasses, made you look extra hot.

He tried to shake the fact that he liked you. He thought maybe it was because he spent time with you, but after the tutoring sessions he still couldn’t forget your face. He couldn’t forget the smell of your vanilla perfume. He couldn’t forget your plum flavoured lip balm that you wore.

"She’s been ignoring me, mate," Mattheo said to Blaise, who knew he was in love with you, "Maybe she is contemplating the fact that you want to be her friend." "No, I don’t think so. Maybe I am the problem. Maybe she doesn’t like me after all," Mattheo said as he pulled his hair in frustration.

"Why don’t you ask her why she’s been ignoring you? "Try talking things out, mate," Blaise suggested, to which Mattheo replied, "Not in a million years," and exited the common room as Blaise sighed.

You were talking with the trio and laughing at the hilarious prank Fred and George pulled on a professor. While you were having fun with your friends, Mattheo, who had left his common room and came out to get some fresh air, ran into you guys. He looked at how happy you were without him, which made his blood boil.

He glared at you and stomped away towards the opposite direction of where you were. You had noticed him coming and you were completely confused as to why he was acting so weirdly. You decided to follow him and ask him what was wrong, while you excused yourself from the trio.

"Hey! Hey, Mattheo! Wait! " You called out and ran towards him. Mattheo stopped in his tracks and turned to face you. He was visibly pissed and was completely red with anger.

You stopped a few metres from him and asked, "What’s wrong?" "What’s wrong? "What do you mean?" he asked as he kept his hands on the railing, "I asked what happened? You are obviously pissed at something or someone, so I am asking, "What’s wrong?" As you stepped a bit closer to him, "Nothing is wrong Y/l/n, I am absolutely fine," he said as he turned to face the window in front of him.

"Oh, last name base are we?" You asked as you kept your hands on the railing right beside his, "It’s nothing, none of your concern, Y/n," he said as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "You know what? "Call me when you’re ready to tell me what’s wrong, because clearly you aren’t in the mood to talk," you said as you slowly left the railing and retreated your steps.

"Wow, now you get to play the victim," he says as he turns to face you, "What do you mean by the victim? I have no clue what you are angry about and now you get to blame me for this?" you said angrily. "That wasn’t what I meant." "Thank you very much, Mattheo. You know what?" "This is what I deserve after just wanting to know what was wrong with a friend," you said, as you turned to walk away from him.

"Wait!" "I-I, well, I was pissed," he said, scratching his neck. "Tell me something I don't know," you said. "Why have you been ignoring me?" he asked, letting go of the railing and facing you, "What?" you asked.

"Y/n, you have been ignoring me since the day of the transfiguration test, I don’t know why or what I did that made you ignore me, but it has been eating me up inside," he said "I didn’t ignore you, Mattheo. I thought you didn’t want to continue this friendship," you said.

Mattheo scoffed at this and replied, "Friend? Hell Y/n, I want to be more than friends with you. Don’t you understand by the way I acted in front of you? Obviously, I am hopelessly in love with you and I have no clue how to stay with this fact. You are always on my mind and I can’t seem to get enough of you, I fucking love you!"

And after this confession of his, you were left bewildered. You were left rooted to the ground and frozen. Before you could even reply, you felt two hands grab you and pull you close, and Mattheo’s lips crashed into yours. You could smell his cologne, and then his tongue was in your mouth. It fought to overpower yours. It was as though your tongues were two swords, swiftly battling and moving in sync.

Your vanilla perfume filled Mattheo’s nostrils and he felt like savouring every bit of it. The taste of your plum lip balm, he so badly wanted to taste it from your lips. He wanted to go deeper and deeper into the kiss. His hand was rested on your hips and he was pulling you closer and closer. His mouth wanted more, but until he got it all, you pulled away to catch your breath.

"Uh, so that’s a yes?" he asked, to which you rolled your eyes, "No, I was just practicing," you said, and pulled him in for another round.

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[bonkwosher]

omg if you wrote more alan grant x reader i will literally name my firstborn after you. you write him so well bless you 🥹

A/N: Lmao, will do Anon. I have no prompt from this so I'll figure out my own one.

Prompt: "4. understanding each other without words 5. recognizing the sound of their steps 15. watching their oblivious s/o lovingly 38. craving their company after a stressful day" From this prompt list (I've used it before for Benoit Blanc). 1000% friends to lovers rn.

Pairing(s): Teacher!Alan Grant x Colleague!GN!Reader

Contains: Teacher!Alan, Teacher!Reader, Alan having a long day with back pain, mentions of trauma (Jurrasic Park incident), panic attacks

Word Count: 2k

It was stupid, your little crush on the lead paleontologist at the dig site. You were the site manager, in charge of ensuring everything ran smoothly. Really you were just a Business 101 teacher, but Dr. Alan Grant himself requested that you manage the site. How could you say no? Your break room crush wanted you all the way out in the badlands of Snakewater, Montana with him. Okay, maybe not just him but there's something here, right? You've known each other for years, you sit in on his lessons when you're not teaching. He smiles when he sees you enter the room. You could only hope there's something special.

For now, you sit in the teacher's tent reading some papers that were dropped off with the food for the week. Dr. Sattler, the lead paleobotanist, was making some food for herself. A cup of tea sat on the table in front of you, occasional sips being taken. You heard footsteps move past you outside the tent. It was a light stomping & slow, it was Alan, & boy did he need coffee.

"Morning, Alan," you spoke the moment he grabbed at the tent's curtain door.

Alan was taken aback a little, shaking his head before pinching his nose, "Good morning, Y/N."

It was cute, the way he stumbled to the coffee machine. It was already on considering Ellie used it. He lazily pressed each button, rubbing his face with both hands afterward.

"Rough night, Dr. Grant?" You spoke, a teasing edge on your voice.

Alan froze for a split second before speaking, "How did you know?"

"Is it not obvious?" Your reply caused him to turn around, coffee now in hand.

Alan turned to Ellie with a confused look, to which she responded, "Looks like normal Alan to me."

"Well, I did have a rough night. I tweaked my back near the end of the day yesterday, sleeping was hell."

The dark circles under his eyes were becoming obvious. You couldn't help but pout a little in response. It would be weird to offer a massage. He's just a work friend.

"Well try to rest today," you suggested with a reassuring smile.

He waved off your suggestion, figuratively & literally, "No, no, some of the students found a really good fossil with that computer thing. It would be a shame to miss out on that, & I can't let them mess up such a beautiful fossil."

You stood up from the table & set the papers down, "Well I'm all caught up on work on my end. Mind if I come with you? Tap a few bones with a chisel maybe?"

Alan looked down & chuckled at your statement before shaking his head once more & looking up. A cheery sigh escaped him as he looked into your eyes.

"There is much for you to learn about paleontology, Y/N."

You were standing across from Alan as he was sprawled out on the ground, brush in hand, lightly brushing dirt away. You didn't notice the dopey smile you had on your face till Alan looked up at you, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"What?" You asked, laughing & putting your hands on your hips.

"You're standing around lookin' cute, I thought you were going to join me in the dirt," he teased back.

You both blushed. Not that either of you noticed the other was freaking out just as much. Alan couldn't believe he was so forward &, frankly, you couldn't gather that he might actually have feelings for you. You quickly turned around to hide your blush, Alan's heart sinking. You turned back around, with equal speed, brush in hand. You kneeled down on the dirt, leaning on your elbows & finding yourself in a similar position to Alan. You began brushing the dirt away. You tried to sneakily watch Alan to see if you were doing it right. His brows were furrowed as he brushed at the bone in front of him.

"Dr. Grant! I brought the supplies from this week's dropoff!" A student called out, a pile of boxes high enough to block their vision was shaking in their arms.

You couldn't help but freeze as the kid stepped towards the site. A few more steps & he'd surely step on the bones, inevitably freaking out & accidentally dropping everything. He'd be dead by dawn if Alan had anything to do with it. Luckily, Alan intervened early, shooting up quickly to stop the kid. A groan escaped him as he reached his hands out.

"James, the table is this way!" He tried not to sound too upset.

"Sorry, Dr. Grant!" James apologized as he turned towards the aforementioned table.

Alan's right hand darted to his back, applying pressure as best he could. You stood up slowly, noticing Alan's attempt at hiding the pained grimace on his face. You began walking towards him as he gripped his hat on his head, crushing it between his fingers.

"Professor!" Your focus was drawn to someone shouting your title, considering you were the only non-doctor here, "You got some faxes, the receipts from today need to be revised & sent to the school!"

You realized now it was your assistant calling out, a student volunteer getting work experience in the weirdest of locations. You thanked them as you grazed a hand over Alan's back.

"Please rest," you whispered to him as you walked away.

As you went off to do your work, it was Alan's turn to freeze. He may be good under pressure, when deadlines are coming, or even when dinosaurs think he would make a perfect midnight snack; But god did he feel absolutely helpless under your touch. He felt himself leaning into the touch & now he was stuck in this awkward bent hip position. He sighed as he adjusted his posture, convincing himself that it wasn't your touch that suddenly made the pain go away. Coincidence, he'll call it. He got back into an uncomfortable position, determined to get a good look at this fossil by nightfall.

By the time you left your "office" tent, it was dark. You looked towards the dig site to see some floodlights pointed towards the fossil. A couple eager students, & likely, Dr. Alan were hard at work. Dr. Sattler would soon come to end their fun & make sure the students got their 8 hours of rest in. You decided bed sounded much more comfortable than attempting to get them to sleep anyways. You opened the door to your trailer, letting it shut behind you. You toed off your shoes & took off your button-up & pants, changing into less dusty clothes before climbing into bed. You gave it one last good stretch before plopping onto your bed. You got comfortable, adjusting a couple pillows before feeling right.

A couple knocks hit your door, "Y/N, are you awake?"

Alan was trying to be quiet in case you were asleep but you could tell he needed to see you. You stood up slower than usual, you were tired after all, & opened the trailer door. Alan's arms twitched up slightly, he retracted them.

"Can I-"

You interrupted him, "Of course."

Alan's arms darted around your waist. From his place, a step below you on the trailer stairs, his head reached the crook of your neck. He nestled into place quickly, as if you had done this a million times. In reality, you & Dr. Grant had hugged once.

That time he hadn't asked, he knew he caught you off guard & he beat himself up about it ever since. It was his first day back on campus after he mysteriously left for an island with Dr. Sattler. You had come in to check on him after your classes, which happened to be late that night, & found him in his office. He was hunched over his work, head in his hands. The office door was left ajar, maybe he was still running office hours? Nonetheless, you pushed the door open slightly & knocked as you did so. You seemed to scare the life out of him. He jumped back & out of his seat, throwing papers into the air with him.

He yelled something barely intelligible, sounding maybe like, "GET BACK!"

"Alan! It's me, Y/N," You tried to calm your colleague as you walked toward him, his eyes were going everywhere but in your direction.

You managed to get a couple feet in front of him, his hand was clutching his chest & his breathing was beyond fast.

"Alan, I need you to take deeper breaths," You spoke as you reached out to touch his hand, "Please."

Finally, his eyes met yours, your hand wrapping around the one that held his chest so tightly. The genuine look of concern in your eyes grounded him. He looked around the room to see he was safe in his, albeit, now messy, office. Without thinking he scooped you into a hug. You were shocked at first by the sudden movement, your hands took a moment to find their place. In the moment, Alan didn't process that he caught you off guard, that would haunt him later. Right now, you were the one thing making him know he was safe, & holding you felt right. He had barely spoken to you before this. You were another teacher in the giant school that was U of M. But in the few times he's spoken to you, he's fallen hard. It surprised him that you stopped by, he was hoping you weren't there to ask him about Jurrasic Park.

You never did, & after that night you were always around. You sat in on his lessons & he even sat in on yours on the rare occasion. You offered to talk to him about whatever happened if he ever wanted, he never did. Alan was stubborn that way, he didn't like talking about feelings.

So you'd be lying if you said it didn't shock you when Alan asked to come into your trailer late that night. He sat down on the "kitchen" chair & looked up at you, pulling his hat off & setting it in his lap. His eyes quickly decided looking at the floor was more comfortable.

"Sorry, if I'm intruding, I had a rough day."

"You're not intruding, Alan, you never are," you tried to find eye contact but there was none, "You want to talk about anything?"

A long moment of silence sat between you. Alan was clearly fighting himself on something. Finally, a sigh escaped him.

"Do you remember... that night in my office?"

He didn't have to explain, of course, you knew, "Yes."

"It happened again, last night."

"I'm so sorry, Alan."

"Don't be," He had a clear train of thought & you couldn't break it, "I fell & hurt my back, I was terrified. I wanted to run to you but the fear that something was outside kept me trapped."

He wanted to run... to you?

"I've been in so much pain all day," he continued, "& it felt so isolating to keep last night to myself, bad isolating. When you just knew something was wrong-"

Alan stood up & took your hands in his, his eyes found yours just as quickly, "How did you know?"

"You looked, not like you, if that makes sense. I just knew."

Alan's hands darted to the sides of your face but yet again, froze. His eyes were filled with determination & fear. You weren't scared. You lifted your hands to guide him. His hands now resting on each side of your jawline. In the silence, Alan lightly traced a line across your cheek with his right thumb. You gave him the smallest of nods, looking deep into his eyes. Alan pulled you in for a deep kiss, a sigh escaping him when you kissed back. In a moment, you were separated again.

"Mind if I stay the night?" Alan spoke softly.

"I would love that."

A/N: This took me so long & I can't believe I didn't get burnt out. I am so happy with this.

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[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Thirteen(13/01)-The same old as every other day, trying to kill Solomon

nearly missed the best character of them all´s Birthday, has 1071 words

also I just learned about this today so sorry if it seems a bit rushed

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I mean you knew Thirteen really wanted Solomon dead but you helping her kill him as her Birthday present? at least she could have asked for worse thing´s to do, but you thought she would have wanted something else but you told her you would do whatever she wanted for her Birthday so that´s what you two will do

“are you done?” Thirteen´s voice threw you out of your thoughts, you nearly forgot that she wanted you to paint one of the traps for her “I mean there are still some empty spots but I think it looks okay” she looked at them and didn´t seem that impressed, she still accepted it but you could have done better, I mean there are still a bunch of unpainted spots so you can´t blame her for being disappointed about your work

“want to work on the next part?” ah yes the next part was you writing a letter to Solomon, I mean it doesn´t have to be you but it was supposed to be from you so you should write, also if she would write it Solomon might know what you both planned, he could still guess it´s a trap but if it´s from you he´ll just ignore all warnings and that´s what you two bank on

“don´t have to I already wrote it yesterday” you got the paper out of your backpack, it was a bit crumpled and dirty but it´s clear as day it´s from you, Thirteen took it from you and fake gagged “did you have to be so overly sweet? it´s embarrassing to read”

“that´s just how we are I´m the same if not worse with Asmo” she gave you an odd look, it might have been jealousy but you never know with her, maybe she really is just disgusted by your words towards Solomon

“well I just need to fine tune some of the traps we need and than we can deliver the Letter to Solomon”

“did you decided on the one you want to use?” she looked really proud of herself “of course I did, I choose the best of the best, I´m sure we´ll catch Solomon today” you doubt her words, even if you both could catch him of guard there is no guarantee he would get trapped but you decided to keep this to yourself to not ruin her good mood on her special day

you delivered the letter to Purgatory Hall while Thirteen set up the traps in an isolated spot and when you two meet up you had to get into your spot, you don´t know how she did it but Thirteen somehow managed to not only dig a hole that was big enough to not be easily crossable but also filled it with magma and you just want to say no mater how much you love her there is no way you would have willingly done this if it wasn´t her Birthday

“okay I get putting me in danger but why do I have to be tied up” Thirteen was holding some rather heavy looking chains in here hands, you shiver just from seeing them the only reason you won´t be cold wearing them because you know you´ll be in even bigger danger “well Solomon must think your in danger for this to work and what better danger than his lovely apprentice being restrained while in severe danger”

“oh suddenly I´m lovely~? and I thought you just saw me as annoying” you couldn´t help but tease her a bit “no I don´t think your lovely at all I just said what Solomon would think” you got closer to her “nah I don´t think that´s it, you called me lovely plenty of time´s before” aaand now you regret it because she threw the chains around you and constricted you quicker than you could have every noticed, if the surprise didn´t annoy you, you would have complimented her work you can´t move even the littlest bit

she gave you a little kiss before throwing you over her shoulder, putting you on the hook she placed somewhere and you didn´t even notice she put it up and placed you over the boiling magma, a bit uncomfortable if somebody where to ask you but you just hope Solomon will come soon

“and now we just wait and don´t worry about the chains they won´t melt” what a relief…

you have to admit after chatting with Thirteen for about half and hour you lost track of time, so who knows how long he actually needed to appear but as you both heard Solomon approaching Thirteen tried to hide but it seems like it didn´t work out to well

“sooo Thirteen´s birthday present was trying to kill me?” yeah he noticed it immediately “that obvious?” he seemed to take this situation with humor, maybe because that´s just an everyday thing for him “do you need me to get you down here before Thirteen tries to kill me? I can´t promise I´ll have enough time afterwards” if you could you would have shrugged, you saw Thirteen moving behind him, you don´t know what her trap is called but you know it´s supposed to constrict somebody

“your dead Solomon! go get him spidey shooter NR-!” and he´s gone, he teleported away while she screamed out the name, not like you could blame him who would even stay around when somebody was screaming out their attack?

you took advantage of her not paying attention and teleported besides her and it feels so good to be able to move again “soo from a scale of one to ten how good was your Birthday” she was pouting “I´d say a nine, if we could have finally killed Solomon it would have been a ten” you took her hand in yours and began to moving it back and forth “so is Solomon´s death the only thing that would make it a ten? because if you say yes I´ll let you know I asked Luke to make us a cake and you won´t get it otherwise” she held your arm tightly in her grasp and tried to drag you along “hurry it up then! There is now way I´ll pass up on some sweets made from Luke!” at least she´s in a good mood, let´s just hope Solomon stays out of her view for the rest of the day, who knows what else would happen...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfiction #obey me fic #obey me fanfic #obey me thirteen x mc #obey me thirteen #obey me solomon

[romaine2424]

Daily Blog June 22, 2023

So that was fun yesterday in starting this blog. I seriously do hope that as time goes by that others will start doing the same. :) I do want to add that in my posts I will be adding some fandom history now and then. Today is one of those days. I may have been a bit self-indulgent. *blushes*

What I'm Reading:

I'm trying to savor the Ginny sorted into Slytherin story I mentioned yesterday. In my first read of it, I raced through it and know that I probably missed enjoying it in it's complete form. I'm on a few Discords and one of them being Harry Potter Fanfiction Club. They have a vote every month to choose what fics the members can read together and discuss. This month they chose for Drarry aideomai's Dwelling. I'd read this masterpiece before but decided to look for a shorter fic by this amazing author. I chose Nice Things. OMG all 22K of this fic is such a treat. If you ever need a warm, dreamylike fic, choose this one. It's an 8th year fic where only 7 of the classmates come back. Ron, Harry, and Hermione are in the mix. Draco is there along with Theo. They are assigned to live in a cottage on the grounds of Hogwarts. The progression of Harry and Draco's relationship is lovely. Read it now or Bookmark it for later when the need for this type of fic hits...as we all know there are times it's needed.

Tumblr Posts of Interest:

I only have one today and that's just because I have a bit to say about it as it holds a special place in my fandom heart.

HD Fan Fair (Career Fair) is open for prompts! They have openings for 250 prompts and so far have 153. Prompt closing is on June 30th. Claiming begins on July 1st.

First of all, I think we need to give a huge shout-out to Fan Fair mod @phoenixacid. This will be her 10th year of modding this fest. I do believe she worked on it even earlier. Anyone who's modded a fest before knows the dedication it takes to see it through. Her co-mod, @sassy-cissa has been involved since 2018.

Here's a little history about this Fest

This fest has been going on annually since 2009, with the exception of 2011. It was conceived by @marguerite26 and myself, with @vaysh11 and Jamie2109 soon joining in. I was unable to mod for personal reasons that first year and only partially the second...after that I pretty much left fandom. Back then, you really couldn't just start a fest when other established fests were already on the calendar. It was considered impolite and it would be posted on LJ about what an arse you were. LOL When hd_inspired closed shop, we jumped in and took their spot in Autumn. Fan Fair started with Career Fair and then moved on to Travel Fair. Since then, they've had Book (books mentioned in HP), Sex, Food, and Pottermore Fairs with repeats for Career, Travel and Food. Both Inspired and then Fan Fair were novel in being a prompt fest as opposed to an exchange fest like @hd-erised (back then it was hd_holidays). We felt it gave greater control to the authors to write to a prompt they liked as opposed to be assigned one, which from personal experience can cause angst and meltdowns. That is why it was called a Fair as opposed to a fest. A fest usually meant an Exchange Fest.

When I came back to fandom, I about cried seeing that @Phoenixacid had not only kept Fan Fair alive but it was thriving. I wrote for it that first year I came back in 2021, and I made a promise to read and comment on every fic and art piece posted for the Fairs. I only skipped one fic last year. It was brilliantly written but was beyond my comfort level for psychological horror. I don't listen to Podfics, I'm sorry to say. When I used to commute hours to and from work, I could but now I don't have the where-with-all to pay attention.

So go PROMPT!!!!! And give tons of love to the two mods!!!! Mods are the backbone of fandom.

For more history on Fan Fair and links to all the previous Fairs and their masterlists, here you go. Fan Fair on Fanlore.

Tumblr Drarry Fic/Art Resource:

Did you know the amazing @snowgall created and maintains a Drarry fanart archive at @snowingalway. She had noticed that fandom art of old was being lost and artists were leaving fandom. The pieces available for viewing are those that the artists have given her permission to archive. She personally contacted the artists to ask for such permission. I think when you visit the sight and view what she's saved, you too will be thrilled and indebted for what she's done for Drarry fandom. Please not she also posts and collect current works, too!

Last Tidbit:

I mentioned yesterday that I'd be reccing a fic today. I'm going to hold off on that until tomorrow. This is long enough. *blushes again*

#romaine2424 daily blog #june 2023

[quotidian-oblivion]

Hey! Hi! Hiya! I read the Merlin one-shot you put out earlier, and now I'm really missing your writing, do you have a fic, or series, of yours you'd reccomened reading?

This is gonna be a long one and I happened to log into tumblr to check messages then saw your ask and drowned in a puddle and so because I wanted to update anyway, I decided to answer your ask because anything related to my writing brings me endless joy and happiness and tears.

Yes! I presume you're talking about Infiltrating Great Minds? Yes! As you can see, it's part of a Merlin+character crackfic series so if you want Merlin crack, you can have all of it in that series. I'm already halfway through a Gwaine&Merlin and finished completely outlining Leon&Merlin and Daegal&Merlin fics.

If you're looking for the angst/magic reveal sort of thing, I'd say How Do You Feel? and Shackled are good, though neither of them are magic reveals. I'm just realizing this is the first magic reveal I posted 😅

Although! I'm working on a super super super angsty magic reveal oneshot and another 4-chapter magic reveal which connects to a (currently) 45-chapter Golden Age AU fic. They're going to be in a series. Or maybe I'll split the 45 chapter, idk, i only finished outlining it yesterday XD

However, I won't be posting any fics or content until after April 10th bc of Ramadan and I want to focus on myself and my peace of mind and mental health. But, I have a goal to post content every week after April 10th since I already wrote halfway through like three fics and have complete and full outlines for like 10-ish fics, one of which is a multichap. So keep a look out for that!

For now, whatever I've posted is it :)

Tysm for the ask! It warms my heart so much because I've been having a stressful and hard few weeks and especially today ^^

#quotidian asks #merlin bbc #bbc merlin #radiates-confusion

[unreadpoppy]

song as old as rhyme - chapter 1

{Beauty and the Beast AU - Raphael x OC (Elize)}

chapter 2

Read it on AO3

A/N: I did it, i actually wrote this thing. So this chapter and the few next are more set up and so, Raphael won't be showing up so soon, sorry! This is my first time writing for canon x OC so be kind. Also english isn't my first language, so excuse the mistakes. And important to note that OC is not Tav. Finally, shoutout to @littlemoondarling for giving me feedback, i love you!

Warnings: Harrasment and bullying.

Elize enjoyed watching the sun rise and she would take the opportunity whenever possible, which is why she was waking up while it was still dark outside. The good part about this was that she was able to get ready in her own time, without worrying about being late, and while she was out, Elize wouldn’t have to deal with people just yet. Quietly getting off the bed, she began to dress herself.

First, she took off her nightgown and put on a simple brown dress that was a bit dirty at the hem. She wore her usual shoes, that at this point were black at the bottom from being used so many times. Finally, Elize did her hair in a simple ponytail, put her glasses on, took a basket and left the house. She intended on going to a nearby hill, away from everyone. 

The walk there wasn’t too long and she took the time to think about her responsibilities for the day. First, she would buy some bread, because she and her father had already eaten all that was left. Since he woke up a long time after her, she’d be able to eat with him when she got back. After breakfast, and while it was still morning, she’d wash their clothes in the river and put them to dry out, and after that, she’d go to the local library for work, as the owner had taken an injury and would pay her to help organize the books while he couldn’t. 

She only hoped she’d get back home in time for dinner. 

As Elize arrived on the hill, the dark sky was starting to turn orange. From her basket, she took out a picnic blanket, laying it on the ground before sitting on it. After settling down, she closed her eyes and sighed. 

There is a certain calmness when watching the sun rise. Most people haven’t woken up yet, and the only sounds to be heard are those of nature - the birds waking up to sing, the water flowing in the river and the wind breezing through the grass. It was a moment where time seemed to stop. The stresses of the day had yet to begin and the horizon was filled with possibility. 

She stayed there until it was finally time to leave. The girl decided to head straight to the baker, as she usually did. The first trays of bread were just put out and there were only a few people in line. While waiting, she put her hand in one of the pockets of her dress and retrieved a small leather pouch, which contained her coins. She decided to count them to make sure she brought the necessary amount. Elize had 10 silver pieces, which was enough to buy two loaves of bread. When it was finally her turn, she made her order and showed her money. 

The baker stopped her. “That will be 4 gold pieces.”

Her brows furrowed. “But yesterday it was only 10 silver!” 

“Yesterday is not today, and today it is 4 gold pieces for them or nothing.” The baker huffed.

She tried to persuade him. “Please sir, I don’t have the money for it right now, but I can work for it, like I did last time.”

“That just won’t do.” He answered while shaking his head. 

“Please, there must be some other way to, this isn’t fair and -”

“Look girl, life’s not fair and if you don’t have the money, you can’t buy it.” He looked behind her and then gave Elize a stern look. “Now would you leave? You’re holding up the line.” 

She had failed to notice the people behind her until that point, but when she saw all the annoyed and angry faces, she left. 

Elize breathed heavily as she tried not to cry. ‘It will be okay.’ she thought to herself. ‘You won’t die cause you missed breakfast, and with the money Mr. Antoine will give you later, you can buy bread tomorrow. Besides, there’s an apple tree close to the well, you can get some before heading home.’ 

“Okay, okay, okay, you’ll be okay” she mumbled to herself, while also tapping her hands on her legs, something she started to do to avoid biting her nails. 

As she got closer to the well, Elize noticed three girls talking to a young man she had never seen before. Some of them were giggling while the other twirled her hair. He would occasionally chuckle. Elize decided to mind her own business and head straight for the trees. 

Elize carefully looked at the apples before deciding which were best to go. It was better to have less apples that were actually good and would last a bit longer, than take a bunch that’d rot in a day or two. She remembered being a small child and her mother bringing her here, and showing her how to look for ripeness, and then going back home and teaching Elize how to cut the apples and use them for different recipes. 

She was taken out of her reverie when she felt a strong hand land on her shoulder, causing Elize to get scared and accidentally let the apple she was holding fall to the ground. She shrugged her shoulders and turned around to see who had touched her. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” The man she had seen from earlier spoke. He was slightly taller than her, with black long hair that was tied back, blue eyes and by the slight point in his ears, Elize figured he must be a half-elf. 

“But you did.” She gave him a stern look. “And you made me waste a perfectly good apple.” Elize knew she could still take the fruit home and wash it but it would be better to just try and get another one. 

“Well, allow me to help you then. I’m Sylvester.” he said, with a smug look on his face. 

She raised an eyebrow. “I don’t need your help.”

Elize tried to walk past him but he stuck his arm out, blocking her path. “Please, my lady, I insist.” He reached out a hand, putting a hair of hers behind her ear. “A pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be working so hard.” 

She swatted his hand away. “First of all, don’t touch me. Second, you already ruined one apple, who knows how many more you’ll ruin too. And finally, leave me be.” Elize huffed and once again, tried to leave but he stuck his foot out, making her trip and fall on the ground. Her basket ended up falling underneath her and she could feel some of the smashed apples. 

Slowly, she got up, her dress a complete mess and her glasses were dirty and had possibly even cracked. 

Looking at her distressed expression, Sylvester got close to her ear and whispered “Next time I offer some help, you better accept it. I don’t like being denied, dear.” And with that, he went away. 

This was not the first time people in the city had been mean to her. Far from it, actually. She was used to the dirty looks, to the unnecessary shoving or when she occasionally saw someone pointing and giggling at her. Elize was used to being the odd one out, even if she couldn’t figure out why. 

However, she had never felt this humiliated before. All she wanted now was to run back home and not get out again until tomorrow. She wished she could lay in bed and just cry herself to sleep. But, there were things still needed to be done. Elize looked to the sky and figured that her father might be waking up soon and so, while shaking, she picked up the broken basket from the ground and tried to fix it. 

‘It doesn’t look great but it will do.’ She thought while looking at what she attempted to salvage. With it, she noticed some apples had survived the fall and against her better judgment, she put them in the basket. ‘Better than nothing.’ 

Elize wiped the tears off her face, took a deep breath and headed home.

#raphael x oc #raphael baldur's gate 3 #non tav oc #raphael x elize #raphael bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #beauty and the beast AU #raphael the cambion #my writing

[reimagine7]

Doing it the right way (Lindsey Horan x reader)

This is part two of the ‘Wedding invitation’ story. If you haven’t read it yet, I highly suggest you do.

Lindsey pov

“Has everyone answered yet?” Tyler asked me, seeing that I was looking at the confirmation replies of our wedding. “Not everyone yet.” “Who is missing? Anyone important?” “Y/n.” “Y/n? Really? Is she traveling or something? Maybe she just forgot about replying. But we already know she is coming, she is your best friend after all.” He hugged me from behind. “I don’t know. I thought she was here in Portland.” “Come on babe, don’t worry about it. It’s Y/n, she will never miss your dream day.” My dream day? “Yeah. Hope you’re right. Wouldn’t you meet a friend of yours for lunch?” I asked him. “Getting rid of me that easily? Okay, bye bossy.” “Babe, I already told you to not call me like that.” “Why? Is your nickname.” He smirks at me grabbing his car keys. “It’s Y/n’s nickname for me. Not everyones.” “Oh, okay. Bye babe. Love you.” “Bye.”

I waited for Tyler to leave and then sighed, putting away the computer from my lap and putting my hands on my face. What Tyler doesn’t know is that it's been a while since I last talked with Y/n, like really talk, for more than a one word response from her. It’s been a few months since she started to talk less and less with me, and it’s killing me inside. 

Three months ago Tyler asked me to marry him. It was a beautiful day. We were traveling, so he woke me up with breakfast in our room. He then took me scuba diving, but didn’t actually dive with me, because he was too scared. We had lunch on the beach. And later we went hiking, something he never does. While there we met a spot full of roses and my family and his parents were there. He then got on one knee and asked me to marry him. I couldn’t say ‘no’. 

A decision that I am questioning till today. 

Thinking about it my mind started going crazy and I needed someone to help me out, so I called Sonnett. “Hey Linds. Whats up?” “I need you. Can you come here now?” “On my way.” I think my voice sounded more desperate than I imagined, because not long after Sonnett was already at my door. 

“What happened? Did she reply?” Sonnet was the only one that knew about my feelings about Y/n and knew the message I wrote for her on her invitation. I shook my head and started crying. She just hugged me.

Flashback on

“So, why did my newly engaged best friend need my beloved presence the morning after her engagement party? Isn’t she supposed to be in bed with her fiance?” Sonnet came hugging me, when I got for breakfast. Yesterday, Tyler and I held a small engagement party for close friends so we could tell them the news. It’s been a week since he proposed, so I got some time to think about it. 

“I need help.” I said that with my eyes filled with water. Sonnet got serious and grabbed my hand, taking me away from everyone. “Okay, let’s go somewhere more private so no one could bother us.”

We found a spot in a park near the restaurant we went to, which was empty and we sat there. “Okay, so what happened?” “I think I made a mistake.” “You will have to be more specific.” “I think I love Y/n.” “What?” “No, I don’t think. I know I love her.” “Okay, but you just got engaged.” “I know, that was the mistake.” “Linds… Why are you saying this now?” 

I sighed, this is a long story… “I like Tyler, I really do. But I don’t think I ever loved him. And I started realizing that a month before he proposed, because Y/n started getting distant from me. We weren’t talking so much anymore, and when we did she only gave me short answers. And then she traveled for work and so did Tyler, and I realized I hadn’t even cared about him being gone. But I was counting the days so I could see her again. But then he proposed to me and my family and his family were there, and I couldn’t say no after everything he planned. So I accepted.” 

“Linds, you shouldn’t…” “Wait, let me finish.” Sonnet only nodded, waiting for me to finish, so I kept talking.

“And the proposal was beautiful, he did almost everything I love, so I started thinking that it was just something inside my head, that he actually knew me very well and I couldn’t just throw what we have away. Of course some parts of it I didn’t love, like he brought pancakes for breakfast, I prefer waffles. We went scuba diving, but he didn’t even go with me. And despite the hundreds of flowers he bought for it, they were roses and I’m not very fond of them. I love tulips. But the important part was that he remembered that I love breakfast in bed, because I don’t like waking up early. That I love hiking, and that I have always dreamt of going scuba diving. So it was perfect.”

I looked at Sonnett and she was looking at me with a confused face. “But a few days after the proposal, he told me that he had other things planned. He would wake me up to go see the sunrise and then he would take me to a garden nearby and propose to me. And I know it is also beautiful but…” “It’s not you.” Sonnett complimented, and I shook my head. “and he also told me that he talked to Y/n a few weeks before that trip he made and asked for her help, so she was the one to help him plan and suggest everything, and the only parts that he changed were the parts I didn’t like. So what I started thinking was, she knows me better than anyone, she knows me better then him. And that incomplete feeling that I was feeling was because, after everything, I realized that the proposal was incredible, but it wasn’t perfect because the moment I looked back at him it wasn’t him I wanted to see getting on one knee it was her.”

I had my hands on my head and didn’t know what to do. After a few minutes of silence Sonnett spoke up. “Honestly Linds, I’m not surprised at all by what you’re telling me. I always knew you and Y/n have feelings for each other, you were the only ones who couldn’t see it. What I didn’t get is. Why are you still engaged? Why are you doing this if you’re not happy?”

Flashback off

I know this was a bad idea, but I didn’t want to break up with him in case Y/n didn’t love me back. So I decided to write a message on her invitation and see if she would respond. “She didn’t even respond to the invitation. What if she isn’t coming?” “Do you want her to come?” “What do you mean? Of course I want her.” “But if she comes, it means it will have a wedding and you won’t have her.” 

Oh God, what am I doing?

“I’m gonna be honest with you Linds. I told you from the beginning, this was a bad idea. If you wanted to see if she would respond, if she feels the same way, text her, call her, go wherever she is and talk with her. But not send her a secret message on your WEDDING INVITATION. What did you expect her to do? You know her, you know she won’t act on it, because she doesn’t want to ruin a relationship.” “But I was at least expecting a text from her. She is ghosting me Sonnett. What if I lost her for good? I can’t be happy without her.”

Y/n pov

What was she expecting me to do? She is getting married. If she wanted me to do something, she wouldn’t have told me this on her wedding invitation. She would have said no. So, I decided to ignore it. If I couldn’t see her getting married before, I don’t know If I could handle seeing her now.

It’s been a month since I received the invitation. I’ve been living my life normal after that, well as normal as I can without seeing or talking with Lindsey. I came to visit my parents in Colorado, it’s been a while since I last saw them. Today they went for lunch with some friends, so I decided to go on a walk by myself.

I was walking for a while and when I noticed I ended up in an old soccer field. I looked around and instantly recognized it. The soccer field where I used to come along with Lindsey so she could practice her shots. I sat in the middle of the field and started thinking. How have we ended up like this? The best friends, it was us against the world. Now, we are months without properly talking with each other.

“I was wondering where you could be.” I would recognize this voice anywhere. “What are you doing here?” “This is our field. I can’t be here?” “Of course you can.” She sat beside me and we stayed in silence. No one knowing what to say. “You haven’t answered my text or my calls.” “I had nothing to say.” “But I do.” I closed my eyes and sighed. “What do you want to say Linds?” 

“Did you see my message on the invitation?” “I did.” “And you’re not saying anything?” “What do you want me to say? You’re getting married in three months, Linds and I don’t know what idea of love you have in your mind, but you can’t love someone and marry to another person. So, even though there are a thousand things I could say to you, I would rather not do it.” I stood up and turned around so I could leave. I couldn’t stay here anymore. But she was fast and grabbed my arm before I could leave. “Say it. Say it to me. Yelled at me, turned me down. Do anything, just say it. But don’t leave. I can’t support you ignoring me anymore.” “I was just protecting myself. I can’t talk to you right now, because everytime I look at you all I remember is that I was too late. And it breaks my heart to know that I could have had what he has but I let it slip through my fingers. So I have to leave, so I can spare the little bit of strength I still have left to move on.” 

I was about to turn around and leave, when the next thing I felt was her hands on my face and her lips in mine. I wanted to stay like this forever, to save this moment to eternity. But this isn’t right. So I push her back with my eyes closed. “I can’t do this.” “But why? You said…” “I don’t do this Linds. For more that I want to, you’re in a relationship. Is not fair for anyone, not for me and especially not for him.”

“I broke up with him. I’m not in a relationship anymore.” “Linds, you were going to get married. You can’t…” “Please Y/n/n, I already know I’m not marrying him. He is a nice guy, but I don’t love him, so I can’t get married to him. It’s not because of you. But that made me realize that I want you. I love you.” “Are you serious?” “More than anything in the world.”

I looked in her eyes and could only see love. God, how much I miss those eyes. So I pulled her back and kissed her. This time with more passion, showing how much I love her.

We stayed like this for a while, until air became an issue and we pulled apart. “I love you too, in case there was any doubt.” “Good to know.” She smirked and kissed me again

 “He must be devastated.” I told her after we broke the kiss again. “Can we not talk about him right now?” “Sorry. But I have to ask. If you didn’t love him, why did you say yes?” “He brought both of our families and a few friends there. I got embarrassed to say ‘no’ in front of all those people. You know how I get.” “Douchebag, I told him you wanted something private, just you and your partner.” “Yeah. That was exactly the moment I knew our relationship wasn’t gonna work. Because in every moment of that day, all I could think was how much I wish you were the person doing all those things with me.”

I kissed her one more time and said “Don’t worry. We will have a lot of time together to do it the right way.” “I hope so, now shut up and kiss me again. I’ve been wanting this for a long time.” “That I can do, my Bossy.”

#uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #lindsey horan x reader

[frozenbluecookies]

So the Dracula Daily debate of the day (or the debate of yesterday I guess, i'm a little late): Did Bram Stoker mis-label the date on Lucy's August 30th letter, or is Lucy lying about everything?

My opinion: it's Bramothy's fault, but it wasn't the date he got wrong, exactly.

Explanation under the cut.

I think both theories have merit but also have problems. The "Lucy is lying about all of it" reading checks out in that Lucy has been shown before to put up a façade in order to not make others worry. The most concrete example is with her mother, when Lucy asks Mina to keep the truth of the sleepwalking mishaps from her, but there are also hints of that tendency to put others before herself earlier on, when she writes about rejecting Jack and Quincey and how she felt about it. So do I think she would lie because she doesn't want to make Mina worry/doesn't want to take Mina's focus off Jonathan? Yes, I think she would.

The problem here, though, is that I can't see a reason to lie about still being in Whitby. There's nothing worrying about being in London (as far as Lucy knows, at least). Mina knew Lucy was due to go back to London soon; she asked Lucy to take some of her luggage back. So why lie about it? And, on top of that, the letter is postmarked from Whitby, meaning it had to have been sent from there, unless Lucy has the means to fake a postmark (and that seems like an unnecessary amount of effort even if she could).

Ol' Bram getting the date wrong fixes that though, right? The letter actually was supposed to be sent earlier, while Lucy was still in Whitby, and was feeling better because Dracula had moved to London already. Simple explanation! Except. Except. That would mean that more things are mis-dated. Mina's letter informing Lucy of her marriage was sent on the 24th of August. Lucy's first diary entry, the diary entry in which she has already returned to London, is that same day. If Lucy's letter is mis-dated, that means that either Mina's letter or Lucy's first two diary entries are also mis-dated. And if Lucy's diary entries are mis-dated, then either today's letter from Arthur is also mis-dated or her second decline happens shockingly quickly. In short, it's a slight mess.

So, what I think. I think Bramilton did get his timelines mixed up, but the date on the letter is correct. It is supposed to be an August 30th letter. The timing of both Mina's wedding letter and Lucy's reply to it make sense that way. He just made a mistake about where Lucy was supposed to be on the 30th.

I think he did the thing that writers often do where you write some parts before others, out of order, and then later on you fit them together. Specifically, I think he wrote Mina and Lucy's letters together, but separately from the diary entries and such that are dated around them. And when it came time to piece everything together he missed the fact that the pieces he'd made didn't match up; that he'd written a letter from Whitby at a point in the timeline where Lucy is already in London. I've not read Dracula in its original format, but if I had to guess, I'd guess that the content from these last few days is not presented side-by-side, making the discrepancy easier to miss.

In conclusion, this is why you plan out your timeline before you write, kids. Particularly if your novel is epistolary.

Unnecessary addendum: if I were making an adaptation and trying to figure out what to do with this entry, I'd keep it dated August 30th, but have Lucy write about spending happy times with Arthur in London. She'd be lying, of course, to keep Mina from worrying, because I do think that's in character for her in this situation. That way you get to keep the the rest of the canon timeline intact, and you get to keep the juxtaposition of Lucy's second decline happening at exactly the same time as Jonno and Mina's reunion and wedding, Dracula's previous victim beginning to heal while his newest falls back into his clutches.

#....aaand yup i'm done now #screamin' into the void #dracula daily #dracula #re: dracula #lucy westenra #august 30th #my post

[sexynetra]

Hi! LATAM queer here that doesn't have English as a first language writing this just so you understand the importance of your work:

I haven't been active in tumblr for like almost half a year now, but I literally just logged in today to see if you had post any RAWNSYF update/new dialogue that I might have missed. I had no ideia what was going on on twitter when I logged in today. And I'm so sorry that you got exposed like that. If it is any consolation, RAWNSYF is one of my favorite fics ever written. Def my fav anarcia fic. To me, fanfic in queer spaces is a way I can read about the queer experience and relate to my own life. That is what I love about RAWNSYF, I have a past love experience that is really similar to what Anetra is going through in your fic. By reading it, I can help my 18 year old self heal. I'm not sending you this to necessarily encourage you to post a new chapter. After all that happened yesterday, I'll totally understand if you never update. I'm telling you all this so you know that your work matter. Your fic might be one of the few media work that I've ever felt so represented. Fanfic is important to queer people like us because of this: we don't have much representation in the wide media. So we turn to our own community to see ourselves being represented in this kind of spaces. Because of this, I ask you with all the kindness that I have inside of me: if you don't want to post an update, I'll totally get it! But please, PLEASE, don't ever feel guilty for what you've already wrote and posted. It means more to people that never saw themselves in media that anyone who's not queer could ever understand.

Hi there <33

This has just been sitting in my inbox because every time I went to respond I started crying again 😅

This is the sweetest message I have ever received and I cannot even possibly express just how much it meant to me to read this.

I started rawnsyf out of a desire to see the stories I wanted to read about being shared. (Well, technically I started rawnsyf as a 2am writing practice that was never supposed to be expanded upon but here we are) I honestly never thought anyone else would actually read it 😂 it was just a little story that had all my favorite story tropes in it. That was it.

But then rawnsyf grew. It grew in the scope of what I was writing about, and it grew in its reach. Suddenly, people were reading it, and it was connecting with them on a level I never anticipated.

Rawnsyf started as a fanfic about two queens I enjoyed, but I hand on my heart believe that it has grown to be so much more than that. This story, that was originally just a fun little writing exercise and a cute little love story, has become something that people really feel a connection to, and feel represented by.

I honestly never expected that, it’s beyond my wildest dreams. I think anyone who creates content hopes that it will resonate with people, but I never expected the scope it would have (which sounds braggadocious but I never expected the story to really become important to anybody besides me, and over and over again the amazing community on here has proven me wrong).

It started as a story about two queens I love, but it has grown beyond that. The characters in the story have lives of their own. They exist beyond the drag queens that inspired them. And this message, maybe more than any other, reminds me just how powerful those characters can be.

I am so infinitely grateful that you took the time to send this message, and even more infinitely honored and touched that you have allowed me to express myself through my writing and taken it onto yourself. Nothing will ever mean more to me than people being able to feel seen and find healing through something I’ve created.

Rawnsyf is not over, and it’s all because of the love people like you have shared with me for this story.

I hope I can do you justice with this story and my heart is so full <3333

I am crying again so I will end this here but my heart just feels so full. Thank you for sending this to me and being so honest and vulnerable. It means more to me than you could ever know

#I have so much more to say but #this is what I can get out right now #I know this response isn’t worthy of the original message but I hope that it is a good enough portrayal of my response #anyways this message is absolutely beautiful and so powerful #people like you are the reason to keep writing #and I hope that you find so much incredible media that allows you to heal and feel seen and I’m so infinitely moved that rawnsyf is a piece #of that #ask #asks #anon

[meetinginsamarra]

Always, again

for today’s prompt “always” by @notjustamumj

thanks for tagging me @calaisreno and @lisbeth-kk 

tagging @raina-at (maybe you’ll still manage today) @totallysilvergirl  @topsyturvy-turtely

Funny thing is that for yesterday’s prompt “candlelight” I wrote a ficlet titled “Always”. Therefore, it is only fitting to write a companion piece/sequel titled “Always, again”. Part one is here. (You don’t have to read part one to understand part 2.)

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Always, again

So, here we are again.

In a plane of all possible locations.

My brother Sherlock and I.

He is high as a kite and looking up at me unfocused and with a moronic half smile on his face. I am calm and detached - at least on the outside – and looking at the current list of narcotics he has taken.

I raise an eye brow.

He has developed quite a tolerance in the meantime. It would be impressive were it not that he is deliberately destroying his body and also maiming his brain in the process as well. I feel like slapping him in the face to force him to realize what he has done this time. The combined drugs on this list would mean certain death via overdose for everybody else.

It is not Sherlock’s first overdose. There have been three in his addicted past but, as far as he himself convincingly claims nowadays, they all have been unintentional and accidental.

This one clearly is not.

This one he has planned a long time before he has even set his foot on the plane.

I am afraid that this is exactly what he had intended to happen to himself, though. Deliberate suicide. Possibly delayed long enough so that the cardiac arrest would have happened when the plane was high in the air. Too far away to reach any sort of emergency personnel. Or breathing arrest. Whatever would have set in first.

Thankfully Moriarty’s scheme intervened just in time to have the plane return to the runway mere minutes after taking off. Miss Me. Well, I would never have thought that I would feel grateful for him to return. Like I do now. I will wonder how he managed this trick later. There are more pressing things to ponder right now.

Such as…

Did Sherlock actually believe I am cold-hearted enough to only grant him a choice between lifelong imprisonment or certain death while working undercover as an agent?

He has always been less smart than me, of course.

But after I have invaded Serbia for him, did actual legwork which I abhor, after all the strings he knows I had to pull to rescue him from being flailed alive to death in this vile torture cell? He still thought I would do this to him? So that he chose death before death could choose him?

Astonishingly, I feel that I am hurt. After all this time, when now was the least appropiate time I would have needed him to believe as much, of all things he now chose to believe that I have never cared about him.

As if I would not have had contingency plans for his mission in Eastern Europe and meanwhile his exonaration in England.

So.

Yes.

It is decided.

Now it is the right time, now it is high time because maybe it is the last time I have the possibility. To finally state what he means to me. Make it absolutely clear that he understands what I say.

I have already tried to do so at Christmas before he has drugged us all and has gone dragon slaying in Appledore. Your loss would break my heart I have said, how could he have misunderstood?

My dear baby brother, I have protected you all my life, if you wanted to or not. If you realized. If you hated me for it. Though that last one is not an “if” actually.

I have been so close to losing you again.

I fold the list and put it away into my notebook.

I will say it now. Look him into the eyes and let him deduce my soul. I suppose he will be surprised what he will find there. Not knowing what to do with them. My feelings. Most likely he will resort to insult or ignore me anyway.

I take a deep breath and brace myself for Sherlock’s inevitable derision, relieved and afraid at the same time to finally say it out loud.

“I was there for you before. I’ll be there for you again. I’ll always be there for you.”

#my Sherlock ficlets #notjustamumj #always

[dianalolihikki]

Hey!💜

As I said, not much happens in my life on weekends. Perhaps that's why I feel such an aversion to posting today? Or maybe I just got tired and bored of posting? After all, I usually wrote an awful lot. I hope I'm just freaking out again. I find writing here very helpful and it's a nice part of my routine, and I love having a daily routine.⭐

In yesterday's post I inserted a picture where I didn't mean to, that is, in the middle of the text, and I got terribly annoyed.

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My day today can be described in one word: reading a book on the terrace.

I finished this book with a teacherxstudent theme. It was, for the most part, a enjoyable read. Certainly not on the level of the book "My Dark Vanessa",but just a good book.

I was certainly surprised by the ending. In the last chapter it turned out that the whole plot was only the imagination of the main character,and her love for the male teacher from beginning to end was unrequited.

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The ending of this book reminded me of J.

Does he sometimes think of me?

Sometimes he certainly does,after all, he occasionally texts me. Sometimes he sends some wishes, sometimes he gives a like under my photos on Facebook.

But am I still important to him?

Because the fact that I was, I know, he told me himself. He also told me that just that I was important to him as a friend,his child. I was stupid that I doubted it despite his words because of my low self-esteem.

However, it's been two years since I've seen him. Now he has a different life, other patients. He works practically from morning to evening. Most likely, he doesn't even have time to think about me. When he does think it's probably about A, not about me. And this is the truth.

However, what I fear most is that he hates me. After all, I was supposed to come to him and A for physiotherapy twice, and twice I canceled the reservation at the last moment. Seemingly I know it's because of my mother,J knows it too.

What if J is disappointed in me that I couldn't stand up to my mom?

But would he then text me?

After all, he has a rule that he doesn't keep in touch with people who contribute nothing to his life.

Or maybe he texts so rarely because he's mad at me? Nonsense,he has always forgotten to text back. Not only to me, he even often does not text back A. She often complained to me about it.

Because of lack of contact I no longer know what is true and what is my delusion in the relationship with J.

One thing is certain: he certainly doesn't think about me as often as I think about him.

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I've been holding myself back all day from asking my mom if she'll get the paperwork for my physiotherapy with K done by Monday.

I know that these questions would only piss her off,and nothing could be done over the weekend anyway.

I was afraid it would be too late on Monday, but I asked N and she calmed me down that we have a whole month to do it.

I just hope my mom will get it done and not back out.

Why do I care so much about this?

I think I'm seriously looking for a replacement for J. I've already imagined myself making friends with K, who in my imagination is nice and good to me.

Am I mentally ill?

Sometimes I really hate J for leaving the physiotherapy camp where he worked. I feel as if he abandoned me and left me with everything wrong in my life. However, I know that he has the right to do whatever he wants with his life. I also had two chances to keep our friendship in real life, but because of my stupidity I didn't use them.

I miss you,J. You don't even know how much. Or maybe you know.

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Mom was at her friend's house today. When she came back she told me that they cried to each other. Her friend also has an alcoholic husband who was even worse than my father. Only that this friend's husband, unlike my father, stopped drinking after therapy.

As usual after such confessions, I didn't know what to say, so I answered with some half-words.

Tomorrow I was supposed to go to my aunt and grandmother,but to my aunt we will not go, and to my grandmother my mother is going with my with my older brother and his wife,and they are not fond of me. Everyone can see it, even my mother, even though my older brother is her favorite child. So most likely I will not go. I will stay at home and read on the terrace, this time a book borrowed from the library.

Anyway, my aunt and grandmother's houses are not very clean. Whenever I'm in them I somehow feel like I'm soaking in the dirt. The food even gives the impression of being poisonous, although I know it's only in my head. I wonder if it's all my sensory issues.

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I am ending for today. I unnecessarily read scary stories before bed. I am intelligent yet sometimes I act like a retard.

May Monday come quickly!🩷

#cerebral palsy #neurodivergent #neurodiverse stuff #physically disabled #hikikomori #actually neurodivergent #diary #teacher attachment #older men crush #teacher crush #physical therapist crush #physical therapy #physical therapist #teacher x student #teacher love #tc community #unrequited affection #unrequited crush #unrequited love #hell is girl #i miss him #i miss you

[leoiraa]

Hey! How you doing? Don’t want to be rude at all but do you have any updates on your fic? Just progress in general would be cool! (Sry I’m just so obsessed)

Hey!! It’s so good to hear from you :) I don’t think it’s rude at all, its genuinely heart warming to see your dedication :’) I’m so sorry you’ve had to wait so long for an update, I was literally looking at it yesterday and realised it’s been 3 months since the last chapter!!

I went back to uni in September and not only is it already my last year of study but the past month has been an absolute shitshow of a time. I’ve got Borderline and I went off the walls and pretty much ripped my whole life apart and the last month has been me just absolutely miserable so I haven’t been going to class or doing much of anything but work really.

I have to catch up on all my uni work I’ve missed this week but I’ve been reading some other fanfic and it’s reignited my love for my fic so I am planning to update either today or tomorrow!! Thankfully I wrote three other chapters before uni started so all I have to do now is edit them :)

Again thank you for your dedication to my work , it’s so nice to know there are people who genuinely want to keep reading <333

#the earth that birthed him

[themerrypanda]

For this year’s Grapefruit Sky gift exchange, I wrote a fic for @purpleandgreen13 about their OC Jerusha Howard and Harvey. You can read their main fic Harvey and Jerusha on AO3!

Title: At Last

Word Count: 3,780

Summary: Dr. Harvey Brennan and farmer Jerusha Howard have been married a little more than a year. Extreme weather foils Jerusha’s grand plans for celebrating her husband’s birthday. Still, they manage to have a pleasant day with each other.

The morning sun brightened the room through a slit in the curtains. Harvey slowly stirred at Jerusha’s waking, and smiled when she rolled over to hold him in her arms.

She yawned, then kissed his cheek. “Happy birthday, handsome.”

“It is happy when you’re with me, Jerusha.”

Softly she giggled. “I’ll start breakfast.”

He embraced her more snugly. “No…” he mumbled as he held her closer. Then his stomach grumbled in protest. Traitor.

Jerusha laughed at the sound. “I promise, I’ll be right back, honey.”

She gave him one more squeeze, then she rolled out of their bed and left the room. Harvey listened to her footsteps pause, then walk again.

“Oh.” She sounded surprised, but also a little disappointed.

“Oh?”

“Harvey, do you recall how yesterday’s forecast predicted snow for today?”

“Mm hmm?”

“Take a look.”

Slowly, he rose from the bed, muscles protesting, and he grabbed his glasses from the nightstand. He placed them on his face, then stretched his back before rising up to look out the north-facing window next to the bed. Harvey drew the curtain. He didn’t see anything remarkable at first. It was white, which nearly blinded him. Was he missing something? He blinked several times.

Oh.

There was nothing remarkable to see because snow covered the entire window.

He heard Jerusha flip a switch, turning on a radio in the next room.

“…That’s right, people of Stardew Valley: We have two feet now, and the snow just keeps piling up! Even my neighbour is saying this is looking more like the blizzard of ‘78 by the minute. My suggestion: Stay home, and stay inside! You can get turned around in a storm like this even if you’re only ten feet from your door. Unless you can see your destination, stay inside, and stay warm. That means in the car too! If you are trapped in your car outside, stay put. Emergency vehicles and snow ploughs will be on their way to find you as soon as possible.”

“St… Stay?” Harvey’s jaw dropped. “But… I have appointments today! Three flu shots and an annual checkup.” He looked at the digital clock on his nightstand, only for it to have cleared its time entry. There must have been a brief power outage while he slept. Next he rummaged in a drawer for his analog watch. It read 8:04 AM. “And I’m running late!”

His cell phone vibrated where he had left it the night before, on an end table in the living room area. Jerusha reached it first and picked it up.

“Hello?” A pause. “Oh, hello Maru! Yes, Harvey’s here.”

She handed him the phone before picking up her own cell to make a series of messages.

“Hello?” Harvey said.

“Happy birthday, Doctor Harvey!” Maru sounded rather chipper. “I guess we’re both taking the day off work, right?”

“I suppose so.” Harvey chuckled nervously. “It seems we have no choice but to close today.”

“Hey, if it’s the day’s appointments you’re worried about, there’s no need. I connected my cell to the clinic’s line. The voicemail message is already set to reach me for scheduling and basic questions and you only for emergencies. I’ll call today’s patients to reschedule their appointments. You just enjoy your day off. A birthday off, for once. Yoba knows you deserve it.”

“I…” Jerusha came to his side and squeezed his free hand with hers. Harvey reminded himself to take a deep breath and relax. “Thank you, Maru.” He willed his heartbeat to slow and steady.

“Of course, Doc. I’m impressed you’re taking this so well.”

Jerusha smiled up at him, which he returned. “As am I, Maru.”

“That’s good. I’ll see you later, Doc, hopefully tomorrow if the storm lets up. Again, happy birthday!”

“Thank you, Maru. You have a good day as well.”

“Thanks. Bye!”

She hung up. Harvey placed his phone back down on the end table. He allowed a wave of relief to come over him, but was then met with another wave of concern, one that struck him like a freight train.

“Jerusha!”

“What?”

“What about the chickens and pigs?”

At that moment, Bear, the German shepherd, began to whimper at the front door.

“And Bear.” Jerusha agreed. “He can’t take his potty breaks until we can clear enough snow from the door.”

They quickly donned their coats, boots, and gloves. Jerusha retrieved two snow shovels from the tool rack next to the door. Thank goodness she thought it better to store them inside the farmhouse rather than in the greenhouse nearby.

When Jerusha signalled she was ready, Harvey slowly pulled open the front door. Thankfully, snow was not piled up nearly as high on the south-facing porch than the north-facing windows. But it was still knee-deep, despite the farmhouse serving as a cover against much of the snow.

“It’s a good thing snow was blowing in from the north.” Harvey exhaled. “We would have been trapped.”

“Unless we use a window upstairs.” Jerusha grinned slightly.

“You… have you had to do that before?”

“No,” Jerusha shook her head, “but I heard a story from Linus from when he lived in the tundra past the Frozen Sea.”

“Will he be alright?” Harvey couldn’t imagine that his tent would provide the man with much cover from the cold weather.

“I hope so.” Jerusha said. “He said he would be at the spa when I saw him last night. I think he had a feeling the snow would be pretty heavy last night.”

Jerusha began to shovel snow off the porch. The shovel filled itself quickly, taking a few shovels full to clear up a square foot of patio.

Harvey followed after her, clearing snow from the other side of the patio. His arms grew more sore as he shovelled. Shovelling and shovelling until–

“Ah!” A yelp, followed by a whump.

“Jerusha!”

He whirled around, turning behind himself, and found his wife half-buried in snow, one arm still gripping her shovel while the other extended upward.

“Help?”

Harvey noted snow prints on the patio indicating she likely tripped and fell. Careful not to slip on ice, he walked over and pulled her up.

“Thanks.” Jerusha panted. “I forgot we had steps down from the porch.”

She embraced him, and Harvey hugged her back.

“I’m just thankful it wasn’t anything worse.” He breathed into her ear, warming her face just a bit.

“The snow certainly cushioned my fall better than the porch would have.” Jerusha chuckled softly, which only resulted in Harvey hugging her for longer. “I’m alright, honey. Thank you for being here.”

“Of course. Let’s take a break and get you inside.”

Jerusha nodded in agreement. She pulled the door open, and out rushed a barking Bear. He quickly descended the steps into the Jerusha-shaped imprint on the ground– still snow-covered ground, but ground nonetheless– circled the imprint’s perimeter a couple times, and did his business.

“Well, at least one thing is taken care of.” Jerusha sighed. She waited for Bear to dash back inside before closing the front door.

Carefully, she and Harvey removed snow-covered winter gear so as to reduce how much melted snow soaked their clothes and dripped onto the floor. Finally, boots were removed, and Jerusha managed to keep from stepping her wool-socked feet into any small unseen puddle. Harvey was less fortunate.

“Well, I had plans for us to go out and celebrate your birthday, but I predict shovelling snow off the barn and coop roofs is going to take all day.” She frowned and looked at him apologetically.

Harvey hugged her reassuringly. “It’s not like you could control the weather. I don’t care what we do today, as long as I get to spend the day with you. I won’t let you rescue your animals alone. Now, let’s have breakfast. Perhaps something heartier than toast and a cup of coffee? You’ll need your strength.”

Jerusha smiled up at him. “That sounds lovely.” She went into the kitchen and burrowed in the refrigerator and cupboards for ingredients. “How about blueberry pancakes and hashbrowns?”

“That sounds wonderful. I’ll go scramble some eggs.”

“Harvey, it’s your birthday.”

“And we’re going to be working all day. I can’t offload all the work onto you. Please, allow me.”

Jerusha smiled. “Very well.”

Methodically they worked together, lending each other ingredients as needed. A pause to allow food to simmer was occasionally used to hug the other around the waist from behind them. Harvey smiled as he listened to Jerusha hum as she worked. He hadn’t quite gotten the hang of timing cooking various items at once like she had, but he could admire her talent and observe, hopefully gleaning some tricks.

Finally, they settled down for their complete breakfast. Jerusha raised her cup of earl grey tea, chinking it against Harvey’s mug of Gus’s special blend of black coffee before drinking. “Cheers.”

In a comfortable silence they ate, cleaning their plates. Jerusha insisted on washing the dishes herself, but Harvey found ways to assist her in the meanwhile. He filled up water bottles and stashed field snacks and various treats in her coat pockets. His own pockets held another water bottle, more snacks, a battery-powered torch, and his cell phone zipped up in two layers of clear sandwich bags. He glanced out the window once more. The snow looked as though it might be beginning to let up. He could barely see the shadows of the barn, coop, and greenhouse. He would make sure to leave the house lights on while they ventured out, but he also packed a spool of thick, sturdy red fleece thread just in case, ready to compensate Emily for the loss if it was used and damaged today.

Jerusha embraced him, then slowly began to gear up once more, this time adding snow goggles, hats, and scarves. “You don’t have to help, you know. It’s your birthday after all.”

“I’d rather not risk losing you to the storm today.”

This elicited a laugh from Jerusha. “I thought you would say that. Come along, Ariadne.”

Then their arduous day of shovelling snow began.

~

The storm did finally let up after a couple hours in it. Still, Harvey and Jerusha returned to the farmhouse thoroughly worn out.

The sun barely hung in the sky by the time their task was finally complete. After sluggishly prying off coats soaked with sweat and melted snow, Jerusha and Harvey warmed themselves under a shower, dried off, then put on clean, warm clothes before collapsing onto the farmhouse sofa. Slowly, they shifted as they regained energy to snuggle more closely. Bear rested underfoot, where he liked to be best it seemed.

“I’m starving.” Jerusha yawned. “I know I should start on dinner soon, but… just five minutes.”

Five minutes stretched into ten. Harvey contemplated getting up to start a pasta dinner himself, but the effort required too much prying Jerusha from on top of him. It wouldn’t work, not without waking her as well. And he was just out of reach of a medical journal sitting on the end table. So he dozed too.

Another fifteen minutes for himself did the trick. Restfully, he stirred, waking to Jerusha’s soft snoring. He smiled and brushed bangs from her forehead with his fingers. She sighed contentedly at the touch. A few minutes later, she finally woke, smiling lazily at Harvey until she gasped in surprise.

“How long was I asleep?”

“Not very long.” Harvey reassured her.

“Sorry about that! I didn’t mean to pin you underneath me. You couldn’t even reach your journal.”

“Jerusha, I promise, I’m not upset about that. Honestly, nothing else could happen today, and I would still consider this one of my best birthdays ever.” The best, he would have said, if it wasn’t for the spectacular birthday she prepared for him last year.

Jerusha smiled and hugged him. “Oh, Harvey.”

“I mean it! I know you would chalk it up to me having such low expectations for my birthday, but I do enjoy a night of peace and quiet with you.”

She shook her head playfully. “You get those every other night, love. But I suppose I shall respect your wishes today. It’s not like I have any other choice.”

Jerusha winked. There had to be some other birthday plan cooking in her brain; Harvey knew how she worked.

Still, she allowed herself for now to focus on dinner. She pulled out a cutting board and knife and began chopping up a variety of colourful vegetables.

“Anything I can do to help?”

“Just lay down and rest, Harvey. You worked more than you had to today.”

“I’d have worked either here or at the clinic, Jerusha. And you’ve worked just as hard, if not more so. Please, isn’t there anything I can do?”

“Hmm… could you pick out a wine for dinner?”

“What are we having?”

“Veggie curry.”

Harvey’s stomach rumbled at the splendid idea. Jerusha could whip up a perfect curry. Harvey feared the repercussions if he confessed to Gus he enjoyed hers more than his. Muscles aching in places he didn’t know they could ache, he willed himself to join Jerusha in the kitchen. This time, she didn’t protest when he volunteered to make naan to go with the curry. Carefully, he followed the instructions in the Queen of Sauce recipe book.

As he kneaded the dough, he pondered what he could add to their evening that would both make him happy and assure Jerusha his birthday was not wasted today. He thought of previous birthdays, his and Jerusha’s, and of their anniversary just last season. Something to make today seem less like an ordinary night in. He set the dough aside, covering it with a towel to let it rise.

“Are you alright?” She asked. “You can take a break, you know.”

“I know. I’m just thinking.”

“About what?”

“I…” He said the first lie that came to mind. “I haven’t heard from anyone about any medical emergencies today.” While true, it distracted her from his wondering how to complete their evening.

“Is that worrying you?”

“Only a little. I know I can’t be held accountable if someone isn’t able to make contact, but I still worry about the town in general. I know I can’t do anything about it yet either, so I’m trying not to worry too much. Let it be tomorrow’s concerns, you know?”

Jerusha paused her work to embrace her husband. “You’re a wonderful person, Harvey. It’s amazing to see how much you’ve changed. You’re more confident, less fearful. And yet, still the caring man I fell in love with.”

Harvey could feel his face blushing red as he smiled. He turned to kiss her tenderly. “I thank you for that, you know.”

“And still humble, too.” Jerusha winked. She returned to the tomatoes she chopped, bright red against the wooden cutting board.

There the perfect idea came to him. He grinned to himself while he pulled out the necessary pots and pans. Then he kissed Jerusha’s temple, careful not to disrupt her process.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Take all the time you need.”

Harvey entered their bedroom, almost climbing over Bear who loved dwelling near the kitchen when cooking was taking place. He found his record player and placed his selected vinyl album in place, selecting the correct speed and even putting the needle at just the right place on the vinyl for a certain track. He then checked inside the closet, hoping he wouldn’t accidentally find Jerusha’s intended present for him, and that he would instead find what he came for.

He succeeded.

In the back of the closet, buried behind and under many other articles of clothing, Harvey spotted it. He pulled it out and placed it on the bed, out of Jerusha’s line of sight into the bedroom. He then found shoes that matched, and placed them on the floor beside the bed. Next he searched his own section of the closet for formal tweed slacks, a matching suit jacket, and a white button-up shirt. He knotted a vibrant red tie and hung it in front of his chest. He took some time to comb his hair, even if it would inevitably curl against his will soon anyway.

Finally, he returned to the kitchen. Jerusha was nearly finished with the main course, and she gave Harvey space to cook the naan in a pan.

“Oh my, don’t you look dashing?” She purred.

Harvey beamed. “If you don’t mind, I picked out an outfit for you to wear as well. I placed it on the bed. Once you’ve finished the curry, you can put it on. If you like, I mean.”

Jerusha raised a sceptical but friendly eyebrow. “Alright. I’ll indulge you. It is your birthday, after all.”

Minutes later, Harvey was finishing up cooking the last naan, and Jerusha removed the rice and her finished curry from the stove, placing them on trivets at the dinner table. She then dared enter the bedroom.

Harvey held his breath, suddenly worried if he overstepped. What if she didn’t like–

Cackling. Jerusha was cackling.

“Harvey! I can’t– you– Hahaha!”

He could hear her climb on top of their bed, using a pillow to stifle her loud guffaws. Slowly, he smiled as well.

“I’ll still wear it, of course. But…” She laughed again. “Harvey, do you enjoy tormenting me?”

“Tormenting you?” He feigned offence at the claim. “I would never.”

Harvey finished setting the table, placing down the naan and a bottle of his favourite wine from Jerusha’s first creations. Vintage, he thought, and he chuckled to himself.

Five minutes later, Jerusha returned from the bedroom wearing her hair down, a little makeup, and the vibrant red dress she wore to her first Flower Dance in Pelican Town. Though smiling pleasantly, her eyebrows were scrunched slightly, as if to ask why. Why this dress?

“You look beautiful in that dress. I thought you might like to make a better memory with it.” Harvey answered the unspoken question.

“Well, that’s one way to do it.” Jerusha gave him a mirthful smile. “Now, let’s eat!”

The meal was scrumptious. How to convince her to prepare this rather than return to Chez Adèline for his future birthdays, Harvey wondered. But for now, they enjoyed the soul-warming, filling meal.

Having eaten his fill, Harvey stood up. He was going to turn on the record player, but–

“Wait!” Jerusha protested. “I still haven’t given you your birthday present.”

She got up, burrowed in a less-frequently used kitchen hutch, and pulled out a box wrapped in pine-coloured paper and a violet ribbon. Beside it lay a homemade card.

On the front Jerusha hastily drew a bowl with some orange inside it. ‘I absolutely mean to curry favour with you.’ And inside the card was a more steadily drawn picture of a spine and the text: ‘Thanks for always having my back. Happy Birthday Harvey!’

“Sorry.” Jerusha smiled. “It’s kinda hard to top ‘We be-lung together!’ on the anniversary card.”

“It doesn’t matter to me.” Harvey said with a twinkle in his eye. “Your puns leave me in stitches anyway.”

Jerusha grinned, then turned their attention back to the gift. “Open it up!”

Carefully he untied the ribbon and tore the tape that held the paper together. He peeled the wrapping paper, then opened the box.

“It’s a Sopwith Camel!” Harvey beamed, and inspected the box at each angle. It was a brand new build-it-yourself model kit of the plane they saw at the Zuzu City Wheels and Wings Spectacular last year. “I’m impressed you remembered!”

“You mentioned it was the most famous aeroplane of the First World War. That was my biggest clue. I’m glad my research paid off!”

Harvey set the box down on the table and embraced Jerusha again, giving her another slow kiss. “Thank you, love.” They kissed once more.

“Oh yeah! I have dessert too!” She pulled away to dig for something buried deep in the freezer, then pulled out three tiny boxes.

“If you’re daring to try something sweet, I made tiramisus last night. A coffee one for you, and an earl grey one for me. And if not, I also made this!”

She opened one box. Inside lay a round cake consisting entirely of sliced pickles.

Harvey laughed at the sight. “You’re amazing, Jerusha.”

They each enjoyed a few bites of the desserts. Harvey even managed to sample a few bites of his tiramisu, and, to his pleasure, it wasn’t too terribly sweet.

He boxed back up his two unfinished desserts, and Jerusha, with a pout, followed suit.

“Now, before I do anything else tonight, do you have any other surprises for me, my dear?” Harvey asked.

“Nothing that can be done tonight.”

“Too tired?”

“No…” Jerusha slyly smiled. “I may have convinced everyone to move all of your birthday surprise plans to tomorrow.”

“What?”

She giggled, almost maniacally. “You didn’t think I was going to cancel all my plans, did you?”

Harvey shook his head, smiling. “I wouldn’t have expected otherwise, Jerusha. Anything else besides that?”

She shook her head.

“Good. Follow me.”

She followed him into the bedroom, all the way to the record player. A familiar tune began to play from the Etta James album, and Jerusha grinned. He extended a hand, and she accepted it, and slowly they began to sway.

“When we first heard this song, Jerusha,” Harvey said, “At the jazz orchestra concert last year, I thought of how wonderfully the lyrics conveyed my feelings about you. And still I feel this way, and plan to stay this way as long as I live.”

He quietly hummed along, barely on pitch. Jerusha seemed to be enjoying it anyway. She rested her head against his chest, and Harvey found himself falling in love with his wife yet again, as he does every hour of every day. There they swayed until the song finished At Last.

Jerusha wiped a tear from her eye. “You have me here forgetting it’s your birthday, not mine. Silly.”

“You can do your best to remedy that tomorrow.” Harvey winked.

Jerusha smiled as she slowly loosened his tie. “Or tonight.”

“Or both.”

Jerusha delicately placed a kiss where his cheekbone and jawbone meet. “Thank you for taking care of me today.”

“And thank you for spoiling me. Every day.”

Harvey and Jerusha enjoyed the peace and quiet the night brought. They never knew what mayhem life would throw at them each day (and believe them, life gave them plenty of mayhem), but the two knew– twelve hours away from discovering they two were three– they could always count on each other to make it through.

#stardew valley #stardew valley harvey #stardew harvey #sdv harvey #harvey sdv #harvey stardew valley #purpleandgreen13

[slumgirlqueen]

How to be a novelist: Expanding your vocabulary

One of the reason I am such a great writer is that I have a very large expanse of words at my disposal. Any good writer for that matter then must have a very large vocabulary. Everyday since I was in high school, I would encounter words I do not know while reading that I would search up on. And by the time I reached university while reading scientific articles on Wikipedia and scholarly journals this became a necessity. If I did not try my best to understand what I am reading, which means that I would know exactly what each words mean, I would not be learning very much. By the time I became an adult I would search the definition of words probably up to ten times a day. And now as a writer, I would search twenty to thirty words a day as I encounter words I do not know the meanings of.

And it is not just having words at your disposal. When you are writing, if you keep reading and understanding the definitions of unknown words, this process will actually help you to think creatively and be able to write as well as these definitions are defined. The more you read and the more you know, the better the writer you will be.

So the instruction for today is that while you are reading a novel, when you encounter words you do not understand do not just skim over them. Go online and search for the definition on Google. Write the definitions down on a word document as a collection of definitions that you have learned so far. This will increase your vocabulary and help to learn to write professionally. I instruct you to write them down instead of just copy and pasting. This will create a learned pattern in your mind where you will learn the definitions better and teaches you how to write professionally like how these definitions are professionally written. This will give you a jump start and you will come into the race running.

If you spend an hour or two reading a day, I expect you to have at least twenty to forty words that you learn and write down. Imagine if you do this for a year, this will be thousands of words you learn in a year. After a year has passed, I guarantee you will end up writing as good as words definers in the dictionary. And imagine if you do this your entire life, you will be a formidable writer.

Below is just some of the definitions I wrote down onto the word document where I am writing this novel yesterday. Do as I have. And while writing your novel try to use some of the fancy words you have recently learn. This will put learned knowledge into practise.

Sardonic: grimly mocking or cynical.

"Starkey attempted a sardonic smile"

Chaumurky: Chaumurky, also called Murky and Musky, was the generic term for poison placed in drink.

Flagon: a large container in which drink is served, typically with a handle and spout.

"there was a flagon of beer in his vast fist"

1. the amount of liquid held in a flagon. "he had at least three flagons of wine down him already"

2. a container similar to a flagon used to hold the wine for the Eucharist.

Laving: wash. "she ran cold water in the basin, laving her face and hands"

(of water) wash against or over (something). "the sea below laved the shore with small, agitated waves"

Ornate : made in an intricate shape or decorated with complex patterns.

Basin:

1. a bowl for washing, typically attached to a wall and having faucets connected to a water supply; a washbasin.

2. a wide, round open container, especially one used for holding liquid.

Reproof: an expression of blame or disapproval. "she welcomed him with a mild reproof for leaving her alone"

Rustling: make a soft, muffled crackling sound like that caused by the movement of dry leaves or paper. "she came closer, her skirt swaying and rustling"

It is very important that you do this. You are no longer a passive reader anymore. Your dream is to be a novelist and writer. If you skim over words you do not understand while reading you will be missing out on the opportunity to learn. If you are not taking every opportunity to learn then you are disadvantaging yourself in becoming a great writer. If you do not expand your vocabulary and learn how to use them, then you are not really cut out to be a writer. Even after winning two Nobel Prizes for Literature and two Academy Awards for Best Original Screenplay, I am still searching definitions for many new words everyday. Anyway, happy writing!

#how to be a novelist #expanding your vocabulary