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nolita-fairytale · 1 year

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comfort & chaos | carmy berzatto x fem!reader | chapter six: home

summary: takes place after 'make my heart surrender' ends (so if you haven't read the series, you can do so here). after surprising carmy at the restaurant, he has something really important to tell you. (the five times carmen berzatto fell in love with you a little and the one time he finally told you)

warnings: time jump, fluff, 'i love you', smut (18+ mdni), no use of y/n, she/her pronouns, drinking & smoking, suggestive language, not proofread -- will probably go back and make some edits

word count: 3.9k

listen to: no such thing - john mayer | you're the best - wet | pancakes for dinner - lizzy mcalpine | want want - maggie rogers

a/n: hi it's me! i'm tired of breaking my own heart are you tired of me breaking your hearts?!! if you're wondering what the heck happened between chapter 5 & 6, make sure to read 'make my heart surrender' or at least, this final chapter!

didn't think you were getting smut with this final chapter?! gotcha!! i had to take some DEEP breaths while writing this. thank you so much for all of the kind comments, external screaming, and dms about this series. i love you all sm. here's is thee much needed and well-deserved fluffy chapter where carmy finally says (redacted).

read: chapter five | masterlist

“God I fuckin’ love you.”

Your words echo in Carmy’s head all shift, and he doesn’t know why he hasn’t said it back yet.

The restaurant has been slow for lunch, and in every single moment he’s had to think about it, the words felt like they were on the tip of his tongue:

I love you.

I love you too.

I love you and I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.

But what was he supposed to do? Tell you in the middle of your mise en place? Follow you into the walk-in and tell you there? He almost regrets not just saying it back right then and there – the minute he realized that you and Richie were both pulling a prank on him. Carmy decides that telling you here, at the restaurant just won’t do – just wouldn’t be romantic enough – and he knows you deserve more than that.

As you finish up your prep for dinner service, you eye Carmy carefully. He looks totally wrapped up in thought, and you can’t imagine what he must be thinking this hard about. You’re here. You can’t believe you’re here. And you could care less about anything else right now.

“How ya doin?” you ask him, pulling him from his thoughts.

He doesn’t know if you can see it on his face – that he’s thinking way too hard about this.

“Uh, I’m-. Just thinkin’ about strategy… for dinner service,” he lies, trying his best to throw you off his trail.

“Okay,” you reply, unconvinced.

But it’s clear that he’s not going to give you much more than that.

“You should go home,” he blurts out. His response takes you by surprise, and as soon as he realizes it sounds like he doesn’t want you here, his face softens, quick to course correct.

“I just mean-, you must be tired. From the drive. As much as I appreciate the help…” he trails off. “It’s been slow today anyways. You should take my key and head home. If you want. Get some rest.”

Home.

You smile in response at the sound of it, knowing that, after today, Chicago is your home.

“You sure?” you ask him.

“Yeah,” he insists. “If it stays this slow, I may even be able to get home early.”

You’re sure you have the silliest grin on your face as you hear the word again.

Because this is your home now.

Because Carmy is your home now too.

“Well, if you insist,” you say with a shrug.

“I do,” he says back, a seriousness in his voice.

“Okay,” you giggle in response, agreeing to his demand.

Carmy’s always trying to take care of you. It’s one of the things you love the most about him. Whether he’s asking you if he can make you something or asking to walk you home, you’ve always known that this is how he shows his love.

You and Carmy both wash your hands, and he follows you towards the locker area, watching you hang up your apron in the locker that will now be yours. He busies himself with finding his apartment keys while you gather your things.

“I kinda missed this place,” you say, even though you’ve only been gone three weeks.

“Yeah?” he asks, a light in his eyes as he watches you.

It feels surreal: seeing you here, knowing that you’ll be at his place when he gets back, that he gets to keep you.

“Yeah. And maybe even some of the people too,” you smirk, cheekily.

Carmy blushes, taking a few steps towards you with his keys in hand.

“Need the address?” he asks.

“I remember how to get back there,” you reassure him, playfully.

It hadn’t been that long since you walked home with Carmy the night that changed it all: the night he’d made you his carbonara, the night that feelings were revealed, the night you made love. You’d followed him back to his apartment two nights in a row after that, letting yourself surrender to this thing between you that you’d both spent over two years fighting. And you’d let him take you to bed each night, getting lost in the way he smelled, the way he tasted, the way his skin felt against yours.

You’re still in shock over how much has changed in your life in the last month alone.

It felt like heaven.

It feels like heaven.

And you wonder what took you both so fucking long.

At the same time, you know it happened exactly when it was supposed to happen – that anything before this wouldn’t have worked.

As Carmy hands you his keys, you give him a goodbye kiss, the tension between the two of you palpable. It’s the kind of ‘I can’t wait to get you alone’ tension and you can’t wait till he gets off his shift – your thoughts filled with all the things you want to do with him when you finally do.

It takes a while to leave the restaurant – everyone wanting to get in their hello or goodbye in – before you’re on your way home to Carmy’s apartment. On the drive there, you laugh to yourself about how the staff of The Bear have been betting on how long it’d take for you to come back. It fills you with a sense of warmth, confirming that this was exactly the move you needed to make. Since it’s close by, and you still have your stupid fucking U-HAUL, it doesn’t take long to get back to Carmy’s apartment. You make a mental note to find a good storage container to rent out so you don’t have to lug this thing around while you look for a place.

By the time you get into his apartment, suitcase in hand, it’s clear to you that Carmy wasn’t expecting you. His home is messier than you remember it being when you left three weeks ago, but it’s not so intolerable that it’s maddening.

You put something on the TV in the background, while you unwind, taking a shower then tidying up a little bit around the apartment. You let yourself enjoy the simplest of pleasures: your favorite pair of sweatpants that you can’t believe he’s kept, and a comfy bralette you’ve packed at the top of your suitcase.

But it all starts to hit you as you start slowing down: after spending the night in Cleveland, you’d driven all morning to Chicago, jumped in on the line for dinner prep. You’ve barely had a moment to slow down and holy shit, are you exhausted. It doesn’t take more than a few episodes of Pasta Grannies for you to pass out on the couch. Carmy’s YouTube playback is set to autoplay, and as your eyelids become progressively heavier, you promise yourself you’re just going to close your eyes for a few moments…

“Hi sweetheart,” you hear a voice say, causing you to slowly blink your eyes open.

“Carm?” you mumble, only half awake. “Is it you? You’re really here?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Did I wake you?” he whispers, letting out a small laugh.

You giggle as Carmy comes into your line of sight. He’s perched on the edge of the couch as you reach for one of his hands so that you can touch him.

“Yeah, but I’m glad you did. What time is it?” you ask, becoming more and more awake by the minute.

“Ten-thirty. Business picked up a ton for dinner.”

“Damn.”

“So much for getting off early.”

You hum in response, sitting up momentarily to grab his hands, pulling him towards. Carmy smiles, laying his body over yours, before leaning in for the softest, gentlest kiss.

“Hi,” you whisper.

“Hi,” he smiles back at you, the words just on the tip of his tongue.

I love you too.

You pull him back in for another kiss, this time deepening it. You laugh again, as Carmy breaks the kiss, an inquisitive look plastered to his face.

“What?” he questions.

“Nothing. You smell like hot giardiniera,” you giggle as your lips twist into a smile against his.

He laughs, “Yeah?’

“Uh huh,” you say.

“I’ll shower,” he suggests, playfully.

“No, no it’s okay. I’m kinda into it,” you reply, earning another chuckle from him.

“It’s okay,” Carmy replies, shaking his head. He places a peck on your lips before sitting up properly, earning a groan from you as he pulls away. “I’m gonna hop in the shower. Maybe we can move this to uh… my bedroom?”

“Are you putting the moves on me, Berzatto?” you tease him, shooting him a playful look.

“No! I just meant-, since I know you must be tired-,” he stammers, a blush running across your cheeks.

You shake your head, sitting up to reassure him with another kiss.

“I’m kidding,” you say with a chuckle. “And I’m also starving.

“Yeah?” he sounds.

“How about this? Why don’t you jump in the shower and I’ll order us a pizza. I’m sure we can find something to do while we wait for it to get here,” you say suggestively.

Oh.

“Sounds great,” he agrees with a quick raise of his eyebrows.

You watch as Carmy disappears into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling your ears, you scroll around a little for a good pizza spot nearby. You settle on something New York style out of habit, ordering a few things for delivery.

By the time Carmy gets out of the shower, you’ve curled up with yourself in his bed, scrolling around on your favorite social media app. You let out a whistle as soon as Carmy enters the room with only a towel tied around his waist. You can tell he’s tried his best to dry his hair, running the towel through his perfect curls a few times. You’ve got all this pent up sexual energy, and seeing Carmy like this, all hot, nearly-naked, and wet is really doing it for you.

Hell, he could be in a full hazmat suit and the man would do it for you.

You watch as he rummages through his dresser, searching for a t-shirt and a pair of briefs, but there’s no fucking way you’re letting him get dressed. You toss your phone to the side, standing up from where you are on the bed.

As you approach, you snake your arms around his waist, stopping him in his tracks. He cannot believe this is real: that you’re here, in his bed, in the sweatpants that he knows you love. That you’re here to stay. That you’re here and you’re his.

“Hey,” he says, his lips twisting into a smile as you begin to leave soft kisses across the back of his shoulders.

“Hey, yourself,” you reply, nipping at the skin you’ve just kissed.

Carmy hisses at the feel of your teeth, letting out a laugh that seems to rumble in his throat.

“Can I help you with something?” he teases you.

He feels your lips curl into a smile against his skin, smirking in response.

I fucking love you too.

But before he can say anything, your hands are pushing his towel down past his hips, desperately envious of the way the material clings to him.

“Mhm,” you hum. “I think you know.”

He lets the towel fall to the floor, and Carmy groans as you wrap your hand around his hard on, hissing as he feels you pump him a few times.

“Seems like you’ve been thinkin the same thing,” you say again, feeling how hard he already is.

He bites into his lower lip, his eyes rolling towards the back of his head as he enjoys the way you touch him.

“Been thinkin’ about this all day, sweetheart.”

“Well…” you trail off. “I’d love to hear more about what’s been on your mind.”

“Yeah?” he croaks out, the pleasure you’re bringing him causing him to short circuit.

“Yes,” you sigh out, wound up with desire.

Finally, Carmy turns around, grabbing the back of your head and pulling you in for a passionate, lust-filled kiss. His lips are on yours like he’s been starving, as if nothing would satiate him the way tasting you will. You open your mouth, deepening the kiss, as you feel his tongue slide against yours. Carmy begins backing you up towards the bed, guiding you down to his mattress.

“Had this on my mind since you left Chicago,” he mumbles, his pupils wide, fully blown out in lust.

“Me too,” you manage to get out.

He leans in once more, pressing his lips to yours once more. You drag your teeth against his bottom lip, before he breaks the kiss, his mouth and hands searching for real estate lower. Carmy leaves hot, open mouthed kisses along your breasts, your torso, and you’re practically pulling off your bralette like it’s burning your skin.

“Been thinkin’ about this. You…” he admits, his voice hoarse.

You gasp in pleasure as Carmy drags the sweatpants, along with your panties, down over your hips, tossing them who knows where behind him.

“... tasting you.”

You moan as he positions himself between your legs, kneeling on the floor, his chest pressed to the bed. Your legs quake with anticipation as you feel his hot breath fan over your core. Every moment he spends making you wait is killing you.

“Carmy, please,” you beg, as he begins leaving soft kisses along your inner thighs. You can tell he’s making himself wait too, building the anticipation so that when he lets himself have you…

“Carmen!” you moan.

He practically groans against you as he uses the tip of his tongue to trace your clit.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he muses, before burying himself between your thighs again.

His mouth is on you, tracing little shapes with his tongue, licking up and down your progressively wet core, while his hands keep your legs spread wide.

All for him.

He continues to eat you out, completely enraptured with the way you taste, the way your moans and gasps sound, the way you say his name, calling out for him and only him. As he slips a finger inside of you, you bury your hands in his hair, your hips thrusting up into his hand and against his mouth.

“Holy fuck, Carmy,” you gasp, your mind completely taken over with the pleasure he’s giving you.

He can tell that you’re close, adding another finger, taking note that you seem to like it even more. It’s as if he’s memorized every single thing you loved, everything that seemed to make you tick, and applied it to this time.

“Carmy, I’m gonna-,” you cry out, your legs shaking as he brings you over the edge.

You’re gasping, writhing against the bed, your legs still pushed wide by tatted hands as you begin to come down. You look down, tugging Carmy’s hair to bring him back up to you. When he finally looks back up at you, he’s grinning, completely satisfied with the pleasure he’s brought you. He makes his way back up, laying his very naked body over top of yours, leaning in for another kiss.

You can taste yourself on his lips, and he doesn’t know if it’s possible to get harder than he is.

“That’s what you were thinking about?” you whispered against his lips, spreading your legs to make room for him. You can feel his hard, aching cock against your wet center, and if you think you’ll die if he’s not inside of you as soon as possible.

“All day.”

He kisses you, nipping at your top lip momentarily, before continuing with:

“Haven’t stopped thinkin’ about it, actually.”

That and something else.

Three words he can’t seem to get out.

Even though they’re begging to be said.

You reach down, wrapping a hand around him, sliding his thick tip against you so that he can feel how wet and needy you are for him.

“I can think of a few other things I want,” you beg him, feeling him shudder against you as you drag the tip of his cock over you again and again.

“And what’s that?” Carmy asks you cheekily.

Instead of answering, you guide him into you, earning a gasp from the both of you as he splits you open. Carmy takes his time pushing into you, making sure to pause when he’s fully seated inside of you.

Your eyes are locked with his, allowing yourself to get totally lost inside of the pools of blue. You’re sighing out in pleasure, squeezing around him, your lips so fucking close to touching it’s near-painful. Carmy begins to slide out of you at a dangerously slow pace, thrusting into you, deeper each time. You’re pulling him down to you, and it’s as if you can’t get enough – enough of his mouth on yours, enough of him to hold onto – even though you have all of him.

You’d let him consume all of you if he wanted to, you think to yourself, as he swallows your moans in his mouth.

It’s tangled legs, and tangled tongues, and whispered pleas.

“God, you feel so good,” he grunts, burying his head in your neck as he speeds up. You can tell the both of you are close – that all the pent up sexual energy means that neither of you will last long.

But you don’t care.

You’ve got all the time in the world now.

“Carmy,” you whine, desperate for him to let you cum.

You know you have his attention, as he raises his head, locking eyes with you again.

“I want you to fuck me from behind,” you whisper, desperately.

“Fuck. That’s so hot,” he groans, his eyes wide.

Unwillingly, he peels his body off of yours, letting you sit up straight. He thinks he may have died and gone to heaven as he watches you turn around, kneeling on all fours over his bed. His hands immediately go to your ass, dragging calloused palms over the curve of it as he kneels behind you.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he gasps, guiding himself back into you.

He thinks the sight alone may send him to an early grave as you bow your back, your ass still high as you press your chest against the bed.

“Your ass is fucking incredible,” Carmy says, pulling out slowly, before thrusting back into you with a force that makes you cry out.

“Carmen,” you whimper, your legs shaking beneath you.

This feels too good.

“Hmm?” he asks, his hands smoothing over your low back, following the way your back seems to arch in pleasure.

“Fuck me. Please.”

He knows he won’t last much longer. His hands hold onto your hips, the pads of his fingers pressing into your skin as he begins to speed up. It feels unreal, incredible, being this deep inside of you. And he gets to watch: watch the way you arch your back, watch your body respond to every single thrust, watch you grasp at the sheets and pillows, searching for something to hold onto.

“I don’t think I’m gonna last long, baby,” he stutters out, his thrusts becoming more erratic as you beg him to keep going.

“Please, Carmen. That feels so goddamn good,” you plead with him, face down into his sheets.

“Shit. Fuck,” he howls, his voice booming against all corners of the room.

Carmy places the gentlest hand against your low back, as if it to ask you to lay down, laying his body over yours from behind. He pauses, because it just feels too damn good, and he wants to revel in this moment before this ends. Ever so slowly, he begins to drag his cock in and out of you at the most torturously slow pace. His mouth leaves small kisses against your shoulders, nipping at your soft skin as he continues to make love to you.

“Faster, Carmy. Please. I’m gonna cum,” you pant.

You’re not sure just how much more patient you can get here. You feel him begin to speed up, and you’re moaning into his mattress against, begging for him to make you cum. He can feel you squeezing around him, and the sight of himself fucking into you really isn’t helping either.

“Fuck,” he manages to get out, his hips beginning to stutter against your ass.

“Yes. Whatever you want. I’ll give you whatever you want,” he repeats, earning the most blissful ‘Carmy’ from your lips he’s ever heard.

“Baby, I’m so close,” you whine.

“Yes, me too. Yes. Fuck, I love you,” he calls out, shutting his eyes as he cums.

He can feel you shuddering around him, as he fucks you through your orgasm too, completely unaware of the words that have flown out of his mouth.

You’re both panting, breathless from what you’ve just done, as you begin to come down.

“Holy shit,” he finally says, leaning his forehead against the back of your shoulder.

“You can say that again,” you chuckle, trying to catch your breath.

“Can we do this tomorrow? And the day after that?” you ask, playfully, turning your head to kiss him. “And the day after that?”

Carmy smiles, “Absolutely.”

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to get cleaned up and back into comfy clothes. Carmy knows there’s no point in fighting you for your favorite pair of his sweatpants as he picks out another pair, remaining shirtless for your viewing pleasure. The pizza arrives shortly after, and you find yourself in bed, with the man you’ve loved for so long, getting a much-needed refuel break.

“You know I hate eating in bed,” Carmy points out, watching you get crumbs all over his sheets.

“Yeah, well I’m getting my own place so… that’s a future problem for you and me,” you answer, without a single care in the world.

“For when we move in together?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

It’s almost as if he’s testing the waters – seeing if that’s something that’s still on your mind.

“Right,” you confirm, confidently.

But you’re in.

You’re all in.

It seems like you’ve passed whatever test he’s given you as the corners of his lips curl into the softest smile.

“You know… you live in Chicago now,” he teases, in reference to your choice of pizza.

You scoff in response, throwing in a playful eye roll for dramatic effect.

“Oh fuck you.”

He laughs.

You eat quietly, enjoying your first night in Chicago as a resident. You watch as Carmy’s face changes, as if he’s trying to find the right words to say what’s on his mind. Instead of asking, you wait, knowing that he’ll bring it up when he finds them.

“Hey uh…” he starts, hesitantly. “I just want you to know… that I… I meant what I said earlier.”

The more serious tone he uses piques your curiosity as you stare back at him blankly, unsure of what he's referring to.

“What do you mean?” you ask back.

Carmy takes another beat, pausing as he musters up the courage to clarify with:

“That I love you. I didn’t want you to think I just said it because… well you know.”

Because you were naked.

Because he got caught up in the moment.

Because he was inside of you.

He licks his lips, before opening his mouth to say it again:

“I love you.”

As soon as the words leave his lips, his eyes are on you, watching your face for any kind of reaction.

But you’re beaming as you hear them and it all begins to make sense. It was something you’d said earlier, but the fact that he hadn’t said it back hadn’t been on your mind. Is this what he’d been thinking about all day? You just figured he'd say it back when he was ready.

You shake your head, a grin plastered to your face as you reply,

“I know, silly. I love you too.”

Fin.

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 3 months

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a good omens grieving update because if I'm crying at 5 am you better be too.

Good morning, maggoty loves of mine. Despite all attempts to distract myself and you all with wedding cakes and dresses and textposts, it is five in the fucking morning, and I've been crying for half an hour already.

I'm listening to the Pentatonix cover of Hallelujah on loop and I will never be normal about anything ever again and there is nothing you, I, God, Satan or even Neil can do about it.

@mirrorleaf was kind enough to hijack my stupid royal family post with this fucking gorgeous edit of season 1 set to Hallelujah. Thank you, I'm now fucking sobbing and I found another edit again of season 1 and then I read fics and now I'm NOT FUCKING OKAY.

All the times Aziraphale looks up to Heaven and prays, how hopeful and desperate he is, and then the way he looks at Crowley while he's pinned against the wall, entirely calm and sure and safe.

And the song playing with Love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah over Crowley crying over alcohol when he thought Aziraphale had died. I'm not okay.

I need to watch season 1 again. When I watched it first, it was in two installments with you maggots on livestream, and the first installment was like two days after I was kidnapped as Mascot of Good Omens. Needless to say, it was all a fever dream.

Then I watched this edit now and there's so much. There's so much fucking layers and emotion and nuance that I didn't notice. And it's absolutely going to wreck me and then I'll have to rewatch season 2 and by then I'll have no self-preservation and I'll have read the book and I'll never ever be okay again and I'll have to live with it.

You all really just found a guy on the internet and fucking wrecked him, huh. This fandom really just did that. Now salt and pepper shakers made me think about Crowley's Fall and the inherent transience of human nature and The angel you knew is not me.

It hurts. I thought I was ridiculous about Drarry. No I was entirely fucking reasonable about Drarry. This is a gut punch except to the throat. Repeatedly.

I remember when I made a post a day or two after finishing season 2 and someone, @thescholarlystrumpet it was probably you, told me that grief isn't a linear process and to take care. To anyone outside this broken fandom, that would seem like a disproportional response to a show's season 2 finale when we know that it will end happily. Everyone in this fandom knows how much that reminder is needed, though.

Besides, though we know that the show ends happily, we know that Aziraphale and Crowley will be together and it is inevitable, how does it still fucking hurt so much? I knew all the spoilers, technically, of the show before I started, and it still surprised me with the emotions.

I had to stop writing this post for a few minutes because an image came to my mind and I had to sketch it. Of how I'd felt when I came here, lonely and frightened, and how the fandom grabbed me and forced me to watch the show and how much it hurts and how beautiful it is and how it feels like a mirror. A shattered mirror, one that's soaked with all our blood and tears, but it showed me I wasn't alone. So here, have this brief sketch and do NOT come at with about pretentiousness my beloved maggots because for one, I have always aspired to be pretentious and for another, THE SUN HASN'T FUCKING RISEN AND I'VE BEEN IN TEARS WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

Congratulations, the next time anyone asks you if you've ever killed anyone, every one of you can confidently say that yes, you are indeed directly responsible for murder. My blood is on your hands, motherfuckers, you adopted a Mascot and then killed him.

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satantica · 6 months

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oh dear god let me manage my time and fully come back to tumblr…

special edition for my birthday girl @asel-nur<3

also a little disclaimer: all of what’s gonna happen is the next chapter of “someone hitting on you” which you can find in my profile!:)

going to your family dinner with coworker!kuroo

“This is the clothes you’ll be wearing for our date? You should’ve told me so I would be casual sexy not eccentric sexy.” Tetsurou was glancing at your everyday office clothes slightly confused. You rolled your eyes for the hundredth time today. You wanted to say something witty and rude so badly that you had to cover your mouth so you wouldn’t accidentally speak your mind. “I’m planning on going home and changing. And it isn’t a date.” Kuroo smirked. Predatorily as always. “Of course it’s not.’’

The only reason you hadn’t slaughtered Kuroo yet was your family dinner. Everyone had been brought together so your dad would announce his wedding. His fiancee was, in short, a bitch. You would’ve invited someone else but you finally could make use of Tetsurou’s sassiness. Future bitchy step-mother and unbearable, noisy Kuroo were a perfect match.

“I’m driving.” Kuroo said enthusiastically while he was grabbing his things. “Drive then.” You didn’t even look at him and went to the stairs. Tetsurou rushed towards you and carefully stopped you with the back of his hand. “Don’t you think it’s a bit suspicious that the person you date doesn’t pick you up?” He made a step to be right in front of you. “We aren’t dating. And stop playing a big clever guy. It’s not working. You look like a fucking idiot.” You tried to make your way to the stairs. Kuroo quickly blocked the way. “Okay, sweetie, then I’m not going.” You patiently exhaled. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you? But your insidious, arrogant, fussy, ignorant ego just can’t hear ‘no’ from a woman. And so you would know…” Tetsurou didn’t let you finish “It’s getting too easy to make you mad. Come on, I’ll get you home.” You didn’t have this kind of energy to keep fighting. “Oh for fuck’s sake”

You were driving to the restaurant looking mesmerizing. You could’ve said both of you looking mesmerizing. You were surprised that Kuroo hadn’t said anything sassy yet. In fact, you hadn’t spoken at all since you’d told him off. “You’re breathtaking in this dress”. Tetsurou was concentrated on the road but you could tell that he was saying what he really thought. You, surprisingly to yourself, started feeling guilty. “Thank you.” Every word was difficult to say. You didn’t want to think that you were wrong. “You look great too.” Kuroo glanced at you. He was still a bit upset or mad or something else because of what happened but Tetsurou seemed… interested? Finally, he came back to being focused on driving.

“I don’t really want to go.” You said looking at your hands and trying to figure out why you would open to him like this. “With me?” Tetsurou strived not to look at you because he was busy with the road or he just didn’t want to do that right now. “No, it’s just that…” You were struggling with the wish to tell him so Kuroo would know what was going on with you. At the same time your inner fear was screaming not to open up to someone who you considered a foe. “It’s okay. We can just listen to music if you don’t wanna share.” You were extremely confused. Kuroo Tetsurou had never acted like that. Not the one that you had known. This man made you want to trust him. “No, it’s fine. I just can’t accept the fact that dad would leave my mom like that and then call all of us to say that he is happy. Just you know. Kinda throwing that into mom’s face like: ‘Hey, look I can be happy without you.’ It’s just wrong. And his fiancee is… A bitch. I’m not even going to find the right words for it.” Tetsurou grinned. “Sounds like you could be friends.” You smiled for the first time today. “Only if so. I’m sorry I dragged you into this and told you off. I shouldn’t have. Although you are a motherfucker sometimes.” Tetsurou turned the car right and smirked. “Is this the reason you invited me? So I would fuck your future step-mother and outplay your dad?” You laughed “Tetsurou, that’s just gross. Why would it even go into your head?” Kuroo didn’t answer and kept a cunning smile on his face and turned right again. You strained. “Tetsurou, tell me you’re not kidnapping me.” He stopped the car and eventually looked right into your eyes. “I was going to take you to this Italian place, remember?”

#haikyu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #kuroo x reader #kuroo testuro #haikyuu kuroo #tetsurou kuroo #hq kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader

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The Forgotten One Chapter Seven: Recurring Nightmare

Series Masterlist

A/n: Just when you thought things couldn’t possibly be any messier…

Warning: Mentions of drinking and psychotherapy methods.

There was something different this morning when Jack woke up alone. He’d been doing it for a few months so one would assume that this was just another day. But it was the first day that he finally came to terms with it…you were gone. And you weren’t coming back.

You’re not LISTENING to me.

I don’t have to! This isn’t about you right now and I know you’re shocked, but not everything is about you.

You tossed and turned in your sleep, flashes of an argument replaying in your mind. But it wasn’t from a few nights ago.

Baby, we will figure it out. We just need to—

Oh my god Jack, there is no just. You don’t understand what it’s like and you never will. There is no simple fix and you’re not just going to swoop in and make it all better. Not this time.

The fight you had the night that Jack cheated. It was coming back. You willed yourself to go back to sleep so you could see more. But you came upon another memory instead.

You and Jack were in the car, New Edition was playing in the background and he kissed your hand. Right before—

“The crash,” you sat up in bed and wiped your now very damp eyes. It wasn’t your first time seeing the crash but it was the first time seeing the events right before it happened. You quickly got on your laptop and did a deepdive on alternative methods for memory recovery.

“This is a terrible fucking idea.” Cleo shakes her head at you, telling you ‘no’ for the third time in the last twenty minutes. “You might as well take psychedelics and run around the Kentucky Derby Museum.” She says with a laugh.

Your best friend always wanted to protect you and look out for you but now was not the time. “I need this C. I need to know what’s going on if I ever want to get a restful night of sleep again.”

“And so you can officially close the door on Jack so that you can move freely onto Ben.” Cleo finished for you, rolling her eyes.

“It’s not even about him, it’s about me! I need some answers and I’ve done a lot of research the last two weeks and she’s got the best reviews and I really would like for you to take me. Pretty please?” You batted your eyelashes at her, hoping to solidify your argument.

If you had to clasp your hands together and get on your knees for this woman to drive you then you were ready to do it. “Fine!” She exclaims before you could do any of those humiliating things. “I will take you to the fucking hypnotist. God I feel like our lives is an episode of some early 2000s airing on Chiller.”

“Thank you. I love you, I love you, I love you.” You hugged her tight and she reluctantly told you she loved you back while grabbing her keys. Even though your arms were still wrapped around her.

The two of you walked arm in arm into Mallory Moore’s office for your appointment and you filled out paperwork after you checked in. A few minutes later, Cleo squeezed your hand and wished you luck as you were led into a quiet room in the back of the office. It was very simple and serene, a plain white chair in the center of the room surrounded by plants that you knew were real. And a real pain to upkeep.

Mallory was sitting in a chair next to the white one and greeted you with a warm smile. “Have a seat, y/n. I took a look at your questionnaire that we gave you and all the paperwork you sent over including your brain scans and I do think this will be a beneficial experience for you. I do have to say that it’s not a quick fix and that hypnosis is more like an extended daydream.”

“I’m not putting you under my spell or under my control or anything like you see in the movies. My only job is to create a comfortable environment in which you can relax enough to dig deep into your psyche while asking you to maintain deep but comfortable breaths the entire time. But before we begin, I need to ask you something.”

You nodded, urging her to go ahead. “In the two months that have passed since the accident, why are you coming to me now? What has inspired you to look toward psychotherapy for solutions?”

“Um—well,” you gave her a nervous chuckle. “I’m involved with someone that has nothing to do with this mess of a life that I’ve created for myself. And I want to be whole, for myself and the best version of me there is…so that I can give him—and us, a fair chance. Right now I’m full of questions and the longer that time passes the more glimpses and pieces I get but I know I can dig deeper and find more. Just need help doing that I guess.”

The woman in front of you clears her throat, “can I be honest with you?”

“Yes, please.”

“You woke up living a life that you didn’t recognize. So, being the people pleaser you are, you tried to force yourself into playing a role that you thought everyone wanted you to play. And when that didn’t work you attached yourself to the closest thing that made you feel a sense of normalcy. The reason why your memories are blocked is because you have let your damaged brain do all the decision making for you. Your head has taken up so much real-estate that your heart has no room to help guide you back to yourself. For the next hour, I need you to let go of all the thinking and just let yourself feel. Do you think you can do that?”

Tears began making their way into your eyes and you quickly patted them away. “I don’t really have another choice anymore. Let’s do this.”

Mallory had you lay down and metaphorically walked you down the hypnotic staircase…leading you to your laptop, where the name William Reed came up. And then you were out with Jack, having dinner and laughing. A genuine laugh like the ones that leave you with a stomach ache and tears in your eyes. Letting your heart lead meant letting Jack in, his goofy smile and his perfect teeth and those baby blues that made you weak in the knees. He was wearing his glasses too, which gave you even more flutters in your chest and you wanted to stay in this serene moment with him forever, just laughing your lives away without a care in the world. An overwhelming sense of joy overcame you and before you knew it, you were walking back up the staircase, letting go of Jack’s hand as he whispered that he’d see you later.

You left the office with a little bit of clarity, and a shit ton of questions. Good thing Cleo was there waiting for you and had the day off to help you unpack everything.

“How was it? What did you see?” She presses you as soon as the two of you were in the car.

“I saw…me and Jack. And there was so much love there, it basically tucked me into bed and read me a fucking bedtime story. But that wasn’t the weird part. Does the name William Reed ring any bells?”

Cleo turns to you with a lost look on her face. “William who now?”

“William Reed,” you tell her as she walks behind you into your apartment. “I saw the name and it stood out for some reason and I need to find out why.”

“Before we go all Nancy Drew on this I need to get something off my chest because best friends do not lie to each other.” Cleo states, grabbing a seat next to you on the couch. You urge her to continue. “Something about Ben just doesn’t sit right with me. I’ve been letting you do your thing because I love you and I want the best for you after everything you’ve been through the last few months but he’s just so—”

“Prince Charming?” You interrupt, finishing the sentence for her. Mallory had all but told you the same thing and truthfully, you agreed with both of them. You just didn’t want to let go of the most normal thing that had happened to you since the accident. But you agreed to let you heart lead and your heart was doing a lot of talking for you now. “I don’t know, I was so excited about him before. I mean I literally went and told Jack I was choosing Ben over him but the last few days it’s just felt…weird. It’s like he saw a vulnerable damsel in distress and now he’s doing whatever he can to swoop in? Well maybe that’s more like Jafar from Aladdin but…you know what I mean. And unfortunately I’m starting to see it too.”

You keep the computer in your lap but close it for a moment to be real with her. “He says all the right things. He does all the right things. But deep down I can’t help but wonder if it’s all…fabricated? It’s like he’s trying to prove to me that he’s everything Jack isn’t. Like it’s a competition to win. The other night he drove around for an hour just so I could sleep, he could’ve parked that shit and woken me up for all I care but he wanted to be the good guy and ‘admire my beauty’ or whatever. I don’t know, maybe that hypnosis session opened my third eye or something but this whole thing is just turning me off.”

“That just means we need to figure out who the fuck this William guy is and how he fits into all this.” Cleo says softly. You looked in every folder in your laptop and even went through your iCloud where you found an email account for a William Reed.

“There’s a phone number attached, call it.” Cleo says immediately, practically climbing into your lap so she can have access to the laptop.

After three rings, a man answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Hi. Is this William? My name is y/n and I got your phone number from—”

“Y/n, it’s so good to hear from you again. I was so sorry to hear about your accident on the news. I’ve been trying to get ahold of you but I assumed you hadn’t saved my number.” That explained all the missed calls after you had blocked Quinn like Jack asked.

“Oh great. Um—I’m doing much better now but I did lose a lot of memories due a brain injury. So I just need to know what we were in contact for and why it was so secretive?”

“Well, you hired me a few months ago. I’m a private investigator.” Why in the hell had you hired a PI?

“Who did I have you follow?” You looked to Cleo for answers but she seemed just as intrigued by this as you were.

“You said that a woman had been hanging around Mr. Harlow’s office without an appointment. Said she never actually came in but she would sit either outside the building or on the floor below him and never talk to anyone. It was suspicious behavior so you had me tail her.”

“What—what’s the woman’s name?” Your voice shook in anticipation.

“Quinn Freeman, ma’am. If you’d like I can send you the entire file I compiled throughout the investigation and you’ll have everything you need.”

“Yes! Please. I would really appreciate that.”

“I’m sending it to your email now. Hope this helps you get some clarity, enjoy the rest of your day y/n.”

“Thank you so much Mr. Reed. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

Quinn. Freeman.

“Holy fuck. We need to open those files. Now.” Cleo rushes out and you click on the first email, bracing yourself for anything you might see.

It started out pretty harmless, a few pictures of Quinn outside of Churchill Downs and talking to people in the building, probably asking for Jack but getting denied. Then she started hanging out at the gym he would frequent, random places that he liked to visit with his friends and even sometimes would follow the two of you at the same restaurants on dates. And then things got weirder. She was parked outside of one of Jack’s favorite bars and went in to meet him, there were pictures of them sitting next to each other as he ordered drinks and got increasingly intoxicated. Then there were pictures of her walking out to her car with him, and pictures of them checking into a hotel.

“This must’ve been the night we argued and he left.”

Cleo felt shivers down her spine at the memory of holding you in her eyes while you cried your eyes out that night. “Click out of that screen and read the message William left.”

I followed Miss Freeman to LeVee Bourbon Lounge where she knew Mr. Harlow would be. He ordered several drinks and she kept coming onto him with no success. They stumbled out of the bar and she offered to take him to the hotel he was staying at that night and he reluctantly agreed. While she used his card to pay for the room, I headed upstairs and placed a camera in the presidential suite. Miss Freeman brought Mr. Harlow upstairs and as soon as he was asleep, she slipped her clothes off and made it seem like they had spent the night together when in fact they had done nothing of the sort. Attached below is footage from that night.

Tears brimmed your eyes as you and Cleo watched everything unfold.

“That bitch set him up.” Cleo whispered. “Jack never actually cheated, he just thinks he did.”

“Then that means, there’s no way he could be the father of her baby. And if he’s not the father then…wait there’s another email. Lemme open it.”

More pictures. Quinn leaving the hotel and being picked up by a man the morning after signing Jack’s NDA. Then other pictures of her kissing said man and driving away.

“Oh my god Cleo look,” you cried. “That’s fucking Ben.”

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gaysindistress · 6 months

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Update!

I’m 6 followers from hitting 600!!!!!! It’s so wild to me that (basically) 600 people found my work and decided to follow me!! I recognize so many of the same usernames in my notifications and I can never say thank you enough for those I see consistently as well as those I see every now and then.

Anyways I’m planning on doing the celebration November 11 - November 21 to give myself time to finish Van Helsing Retold; which leads me to my next point. I’m only planning on two more parts, making it a six part series. The posting schedule for the next two weeks is as follows:

Oct 31: final day of Halloweek Demise of a Nation

Nov 4: Van Helsing Retold part five

Nov 10: Van Helsing Retold part six

Nov 11: start of my 600 follower celebration

Blood // Water, a winter soldier x former hydra asset!reader, is on hold and will not be posted until I find inspiration again. It was sadly one of my “I’ve listened to this song for the past three days straight and I daydreamed an entire fic but never finished writing it” fics but hopefully the inspo comes back.

Sad Girl turned Divine Violence is still in the editing stage BUT I promise I haven’t forgotten about my first born. Writing is my hobby and while i would love for it to make me rich, i know that’s not realistic and i don’t want to burn myself out because it’s been such a huge blessing for me. With that said, i hope to get it as soon as I can via the least stressful route possible so I’m leaning towards either self publishing or finding a smaller publishing company. If anyone has any suggestions or advice, my inbox is open and i would greatly appreciate any help. 💕

As for after the celebration, that’s for future Rose and she can deal with that then. I have some random moodboards sitting in my drafts that I’m going to post as well but that’s all for now!

My lovelies 💕 that I see constantly: @vonalyn @tfatwsoldir @blackwood-bodecker-housewife @winterslove1917 @missvelvet @buckets-and-trees @bucks-and-noble @kandis-mom @teambarnes72 @goldylions @jobean12-blog @valhalla-kristin @wonderlandfandomkingdom

There are of course more but the app gods have decided that I can’t tag them or I forgot to add you but I STILL LOVE YOU JUST AS MUCH

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giggly-squiggily · 11 months

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Doing What Big Brother's Do (Hell's Paradise)

Oh look, it’s my boys 🥰🥰🥰

Heyo everyone! Guess who finally wrote her Chobe fic? This girl! Like “Hardened Criminals”, this one has been in the making for awhile now- I just never got the motivation to finish it until the anime came out ajsnnwmsmwms 🤣 I love them so much, and I hope you like it!

Summary: Toma’s starting to feel the effect of the island and questions his worth. Lucky for him, he’s got his brother Chobe there to help him out.

“Stay here, I’m gonna go find us something to eat.” Chobe’s call back was only an echo now, fading as he exited the safety of the cave. Toma would have gone with him had he not injured himself. Fighting these oversized beasts left him exhausted, and one misstep nearly sent him tumbling over an edge to his death.

Thanks to Chobe’s fast reflexes, he remained alive- the only drawback was a now strained ankle. Physically be fine- it wasn’t that severe of an injury.

Mentally…not so much.

“I’m sorry, brother.” He said to no one, burying his chin in his drawn up knees, his mind sharpening like a blade to his heart.

‘Useless’.

‘Waste.

‘Nothing but an anchor to Chobe you are.’

‘He’s gonna die because of you.’ ‘Look how much he’s given up- for you.’

It hurt. Hurt worse than the loss of their lives. It hurt worse than any pain he’s experienced before. The reality that he was only holding his brother back- that he was nothing but an extra mouth to feed and body to shield for him. He was weak and scared and so very useless.

‘I want to disappear.’ He thought bitterly. ‘I want to disappear.’

~~~

“Hey, I’m back! Look what I found!” Chobe grinned as he entered the cave, shirt in arms filled with a variety of fruits and other edible things. Well- hopefully editable things. It was hard to tell what was safe and what wasn’t on this god forsaken island. “I know you won’t eat any monster parts- even though they really aren’t all that bad…”

When he got no answer- no cry of “Ew! No way!” or note of interest, Chobe looked around. “Toma?” He called out, laying the haul on the floor.

His brother was curled up with his face in his knees, still as a stone. For a brief, panicked moment, Chobe was scared for the worst. Then Toma’s shoulders shook and he felt his chest unwind some. “Toma? You alright?” He came over, kneeling before his brother. He couldn’t hear any sobbing- just shaky breaths. “Toma, look at me.”

“I’m a burden.” He got instead, Toma’s face still in his arms. This made Chobe nearly fall over in shock. “You don’t need to lie. I know I am.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa- back the hell up like- a hundred steps.” Chobe reached out, taking his brother’s shoulders in hand. “Toma, look at me.” He asked again. “Please?”

Finally, he did. As suspected, his face was dry, but those eyes. Those eyes cut Chobe to the core. Dark and sad, as if Toma was drowning within. “Brother-”

“Nope, shut up.” Chobe cut him off, reaching out and fisting the back of Toma’s hair. Pressing their foreheads together, he looked him dead in the eye, willing the younger boy to hear him through the ache. “You listen to me. You are not a burden. You’ve never been a burden. You’re the farthest thing from it, and if I ever hear you call yourself that again I’ll pinch you.”

“But brother-”

“I’m not done.” Chobe tugged his hair, making Toma go silent. “If it weren’t for you, I’d be stuck in that prison cell waiting for my death. If it weren’t for you, I’d be dead years ago, lying in my own filth without a purpose to live.”

“You’d be fine.” Toma spoke softly, voice scarily reassured. “You’re great at change.”

“Only because I need to. Because we need to.” Chobe released his hold on Toma’s hair, letting it fall back in place. “You’re my brother- my flesh and blood, and the only person on this godforsaken earth I care about. Even if you lost all your limbs and the ability to speak, I’d bring you with me. I’d tie you to my back and take you with me everywhere I went, cause that’s what big brothers do.” He nodded, voice softening as tears rolled down Toma’s face. “I don’t need to though- I know you’d be fine too. You’re smart, you’re good with the right kinds of people, and you’re as tough as me. So no more burden thoughts, okay?”

Toma didn’t speak, lips quivering some before he flattened his mouth, taking a deep breath. When he blinked, the dark swamp in his eyes lessened. “Okay.”

“Good. Now- as your big brother, I need to fix this mess you’ve gotten yourself into.” Chobe grinned, his hands falling from Toma’s shoulders to his sides, quickly digging in and making the other squeak. “Can’t have you crying over dinner- the food won’t taste very good! Well- maybe it would add some salt…”

“Ah! Ahehahahahhaha! B-Brohohohohother! Wahhahhahait!” Toma squeaked, doubling over in giggles as he tried catching Chobe’s hands. “Thahahahhat’s not fahhahahahhair!”

“What’s not fair? I’m just doing what big brother’s do.” Chobe snickered, moving closer so he could really get all the bad spots along Toma’s ribs. He should probably feel bad- Toma couldn’t fight back- not with a sprained ankle.

Eh? Ces’t la vie.

“Coohohohoohme ohoohoohoohn! Dohoohohohn’t be mehehehhehan!” Toma cried, arms coming down in a weak effort to protect his sides, unable to block out Chobe’s investigative fingers. “I’m ihihiiihihihnjured!”

“Are you now? Did you get hurt anywhere besides your ankle?” Chobe reached down, squeezing his hip. “Here? How about here?” He pinched beneath his ribs. “Are these broken? Lemme check!”

“Brohohohoohohohther!” Toma squeaked, falling to his side in a weak attempt at escape. Chobe followed him down, one hand attacking his belly while the other dug into his armpit. “Stahhahhahap, stahhahhap, pleahhahahahse!”

“Feel better? Not gonna call yourself a burden anymore?” Chobe questioned, bringing both hands into Toma’s armpits for maximum effect. Toma all but shrieked.

“Yehheheehhehes!”

“Are you gonna start having more faith in yourself and me?”

“Yehhehehhehehhes!”

“.....are you sure?”

“CHOHOOHOHBE STAHHAHAP IT!”

“Pfft- okay okay.” Chobe cackled, falling back as he watched Toma curl into himself, gasping for breath. “Heh, still so ticklish all these years later.”

“Shuhuhuuhsh! Yoohohu’re just as bahahhahad!” Toma jabbed him in the belly, making Chobe double over with a snort-laugh. Swatting his hands away, he stood up, bringing his findings back to Toma.

“Alright, smart ass. Look; I found us food.” He grinned, presenting the apple. “Don’t worry, it’s real. I took a bite out of everything just to be sure.”

“Brother, that’s dangerous!” Toma sat up, wide eyed. Then he winced, grossed out. “And disgusting. What if it was a monster part?”

“Yeah, took a bite of one of those fish monsters. It was so-!”

“EW! Stop!”

Chobe cackled in glee, grinning like a goon. “I’m kidding! I know what’s safe and what’s not.” He pulled Toma up, passing him an orange. “Now eat. Before this stuff goes bad.”

Toma nodded, taking the orange. He looked at it briefly before meeting his brother’s eyes, a small but genuine smile on his lips. “Thanks brother.”

“Eh, don’t mention it.” Chobe grinned around an apple. “That’s what big brother’s do.”

Thanks for reading!

#hell’s paradise #tickle #tickle fic #angst with a happy ending #aza chobe #aza toma #chobe is the best big brother let’s gooo! 🥰🥰🥰

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ettawritesnstudies · 11 months

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Thank You

If you’ll permit me a minute to be cliche: this photo would not have been possible without you. When I started university in August 2019, the sum of all my author-y potential measured up to:

No finished manuscripts

A pipe dream of ever publishing my work

A scatterbrained outline of The Laoche Chronicles

Forty-four phone notes full of half-witted ideas

A grand total of 3 followers on my brand-new tumblr account

At the time, I had no grand plans of marketing my work, though I knew it would be necessary if I ever wanted an audience. I chose a degree in chemical engineering because I knew my baby platform and half finished stories weren’t going to cut it as a career in their current state as an 18-year-old, and I needed to have a day job if I wanted to pursue my end dream of self publishing. I was just hoping to survive my first year of engineering school, pass my weed-out classes, and hopefully make some new friends. That fall semester passed with sporadic progress on my book, and halfhearted attempts at breaking into the writeblr community, until I decided to try my hand at Inktober and made my first few acquaintances: @siarven and @abalonetea, who have both featured on this blog since then. It was also at this point, sometime during a Calculus III lecture, that I invented my pen name:

All was going well, and I was pleased with my incremental progress until the world ended.

The less said about the pandemic, the better. Writeblr truly kept me sane through working full-time jobs and taking 18 credit hours during the semester. When I was truly close to dropping out of school, I kept going, knowing I had these online friends to cheer me up after brutal exams and long nights of studying. The tag games and community filled the dearth of interaction left by quarantine and an insane schedule. During my summer internship in 2020, I finally had the time to finish the first draft of Storge and the confidence in myself to start a website. Rereading my first post is a surreal experience, in part because I still see myself as a little kid as hiding under the blankets with a flashlight, notebook, and pen, thinking “I wanna write a book!”

I woke up the next day crying to the sheer volume of kind messages congratulating me on meeting this milestone. Instead of feeling burnt out after reaching such a lofty goal, this gave me all the more energy to keep working. Since then, I’ve been so blessed to grow this community and this website. It’s incredible to see how far I’ve come, now being able to claim:

A finished manuscript of Storge

A 3rd draft of Runaways after going through 2 rounds of Beta Readers

8 short stories and an audio drama

An active mailing list

Over 1000 followers on tumblr, but more importantly, a thriving community of writers who support each other’s releases through ARCs, leaving reviews, enthusiastic questions, and a welcoming space for new writers to share their craft.

140 posts on my website and regular readers who care about my ramblings ❤

Now I’m on my way to my new job – I’ll be doing research and development in my chosen field with a team I really like, and the freedom to listen to books while I’m in the lab. This next month will still be a hiatus for blog posts and new writing as I pack up my life for a cross-states move, but I’m beyond excited to enter change. My hope is that I can start saving for editing costs and devote more time to my craft thanks to a 9-5 schedule and NO!!! HOMEWORK!!!!!!!!! Really, I cannot say enough how thrilled I am to never have to take another exam ever again, thank GOD. With a bit of luck and no small amount of grace, I hope I can publish and share my stories with you sooner rather than later.

Thank you for all the support and camaraderie these past years. In a way, I owe this diploma to you as much as to my classmates and professors. The night before graduation, I said to my friends, “I’ve been waiting for tomorrow for eight years.” Now I’m living in the future, and I can’t wait to write the next chapter.

#etta rambles #graduation

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boxwinebaddie · 3 months

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𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 & 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓵𝓮𝔂,

greetings from wherever you are and whatever timezone you are in, and with any luck, in that nook you are tucked, it is still the best day of the year aka...Rile Pile's Birthday ( aka pastorcraigenjoyer on ao3 ), who some of you may call the style one-shot whump wizard now ft. lizard, but i am blessed to call, my lovely computer wife and life. <33

my angel, my darling, my dear, sweet girl: happy birthday, beloved.

( beneath the readmore is a birthday surprise. xx for my favorite redhead writer girl, but also for all of you. fair warning, you do have to read a lot to get there, but i promise that it will be worth the while. )

@actually-its-riley @1moreoffkeyanthem @marryme

i know that you do not like to make a big deal about your birthday, but unfortunately, i am a chaotic bisexual disaster, of whom pep!stan's insane stananigans and big sweeping gestures are #Based, so unfortunately, you have to endure my psychosis, RP.

which you often do, you wild and patient and wonderful thing you. <3 i sent you a DM on new years that was way better articulated than this, but when writing peppermint, i made a lot of friends who were readers and that was extremely gratifying, but i felt very isolated from the style writing community on ao3...until you came along. c':

i was also extremely anxious and over encumbered/ill-equipped to handle the stress that came along with the success of my fanfic, but your support throughout my writing journey made that load lighter.

it has been a joy and an honor being your friend and for once, being able to read rather than write -- all 70+ fanfics you have uploaded. which, given that i have written two unfinished ones, the fact that riley has written that many and finished them is astounding. :***

-- they are also brilliant, btw. we seriously don't deserve her. </3

but here's to trying!

and drying those tears for fears of dying, because when you write, you live forever, clever girl. but before i ramble on too long, my salt of the earth ( dissolved in oj ), here, dear, is my birthday gift to you. <3

so...listen. at first i was going to post a whumpshot for you but...the only person i ended up hurting was myself because i couldn't finish. granted, i never finish anything, as we know, but i had a backup plan.

which is this:

i am thankful for all the support i've gotten writing my fanfictions, but riley has been particularly supportive of me, both emotionally, and also regularly wrecks havoc on her poor followers by reblogging my insane niche au ask meme content onto her blog and likes all my stuff, no matter how weird or deranged it is.

i apologize because that's going to happen again, but this time it will hopefully be slightly more relevant because rp is fond of peppermint, and i am very fond of her so i decided...that for riley's birthday, i will be releasing everything i have in my drafts pertaining to…

pep 12. <3

whiiiiiiich is not much, please don't get your hopes up, but i think it is well deserved by you all and on what better occasion than today?

anyways, your cursed limited edition peppermint package includes:

-literally like the first five minutes of the chapter ( i'm not even joking that's how little i've written -- which is still too much -- and how slow )

-this weird thing that i posted on twitter once where stan is thinking about the friendship bracelets and being emo as fuck oh my god, i made a lot of weird metaphors...it's garbage, but...have at it.

-and finally, a very weird fucking flashback from hell that...is the main reason why my update got stalled because i couldn't figure out how to write it and when i started writing it, i got so comfortable in kyle's narration, i fucking *jersey vc* forgot it was stan season and started writing it in kyle's consciousness, then...tried to switch it back to stans...it's a mess. it's also not done like...at all, so you get a little bit of actual writing and actions and thoughts and a lot of...just dialogue. i wasn't sure about giving you guys the whole thing but i'm not sure if its gonna make it into pep, so i wanted to give you guys a chance to read it before i throw it into the fire where it belongs, smh...jail.

again, rp, i know today is a hard day, but i hope this makes it easier. thank you for being born, happy birthday...and i hope you heal, lovie.

but now...dear readers...without further ado, it is time,

to enjoy the very worst part...

...of the very best day. ;)

-uncle neen the queen with the scheme <3

p.s. the computer quality is ass, it looks better on the app, smh.

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮; 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷

a/n: EVERYONE SAY YOU'RE WELCOME UNCLE NINA FOR NOT KILLING STAN!!! HSDLKD STAN LIVES!!!! BARELY! SMH!!! i'm so sorry you waited so long for...sigh...that...anyways here's this too:

𝔀𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰

A/N: wow...so edgy, nina. i wrote that instead of sleeping one night and i did not take my mood stabilizer so that's why it sounds insane. okay, here is this last thing which is...actually so embarrassing, but i love you all and riley specifically, so merry riley's birthday everyone.

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓾𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓲'𝓿𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷

A/N: my kylepilequil!!!! HELLO!!!! HOPE YOU HEAL NATION!!! WHO IS UP BITCH!!!! that was choatic, i am not proud of a lot of that dialogue, particularly kyle being insane ( it was not gonna stay like that i promise...it was a road map...leading where? i have no clue ) but i hope that it thrilled you! please smile, pendejos lmaoooo, rip!

#ITS RILEYS BIRTHDAY #HIP HIP HORAY FOR GAY PPL #its a big day for annoying people aka riley fans aka me #i'm sorry this was insane queen u know how i am #i am physically incapable of not being dramatic as hell #BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY HERES PEPPERMINT!!!! I LOVE U #IM SORRY THIS IS CRINGE BUT I HOPE U HEAL BABES #im physically cringing at how much i need to rhyme things #like ok go off riddler what the fuck #my hands are over my eyes ur welc or im sorry rp & everyone else #the spelling and wording of all of this is hell #but im too lazy to try and make it better #it is what it is…a draft and flaming hot garbage

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himemeiya · 9 months

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Stumbled upon your blog yesterday and realised you were the one behind the Utena Bet On it AMV, plus all the other videos on that channel! I had a friend who had already watched RGU reccomend the show to me and when I finished the finale she sent me a bunch of videos, essays, meta, memes she really liked about Utena. Out of the videos your vine videos, your bet on it amv and your tiktok sounds utena videos all featured as Things U Gotta Watch. Top Tier. And they are! I cannot stress how good they are. I've got a friend I'm trying to get to watch utena and I'm already prepared to send your whole channel her way.

Like, your Bet On It amv is just crazy - to the point I associate the whole song with utena instead of high school musical. High School Musical Who? I have driven home from work with the song blasting and in my head I'm thinking of the corrosponding imagery in my head. listened to the song a LOT just thinking of the amv. 'blame the world but never blame you' and it focusing on anthy. the start 'everybodys tryna get in my head' with everyone who manipluates utena? the bridge speeding up through all their utena/anthys relationship until utena gets up again at the climax of the song? This video is a masterpiece.

The vines and the tiktok sounds are soooo spot on and hilarious. every onee. and seeing an upbeat version of 'empty chairs at empty tables' to the end of utena emotionally altered something in me oh my lordie. I got introduced to the song The Draw from your other amv, which is SO PERFECT for the black rose arc?

And as a Lizzy McApline fan the ceilings youtube short took me OUT! the way the details about the car, the lines about 'you dont exist' being applied to utena's prince/akio, 'story ive seen before' being the prince/princess/witch ohturi mythology and ending with anthy at the end....... !!!!

All this to say I love all your utena edits on youtube and will be watching them many times over, as well as showing them to other people. Great work. ╰⁠(⁠*⁠´⁠︶⁠`⁠*⁠)⁠╯

🥺 This message is so damn nice and I have reread it multiple times cause oh my god your appreciation of my videos just makes me so happy and I'm so glad you watched and enjoyed them!! 😭 The support I've gotten from the fandom is very heartwarming, I just love it!!!

Yes hehe I'm the one behind all those videos! The Bet On It video specifically was one that lived in my head for YEARS until I finally sat down and decided to make it everyone else's problem too 😂 I would just listen to the song on repeat while geting overly emotional imagining Utena's journey and the fact I was tearing up to a Troy mf Bolton song was so unhinged 💀 yet now look at me, I have spread my vision like a plague amongst the fandom and everyone else gets to be just as unhinged over the golf course disney movie meme song as I am ⛳️ I would have it no other way. My favorite comments on that video are the ones along the lines of "I clicked this thinking it was gonna be funny but now I'm crying" cause if that doesn't just sum up the experience of Revolutionary Girl Utena itself then idk what does 😂

RGU's tonal conflict is one of my favorite things so choosing goofy audios for the end of the show was such a treat lmfao. And ugh The Draw is just such a good and ominous song. I rlly love how the Black Rose arc is all about radicalizing character's emotions to the point where they'll do anything to get what they think will fix their lives. Reverse therapy with Mikage is a hell of a drug. 🦋☞

I rlly feel like Ceilings captures that self-sacrificial "first love" feeling so many girls go through (especially with men) where they're uncomfortable and can't be open but ignore all those red flags until it gets to a point where things crumble and they realize the relationship never existed how they were imagining it. GAH THE FEELINGSSSS.

Sheesh thank you so much again for this message, it really brightened my week and was so touching to read. 😭💜 If I may humbly offer some video suggestions (if you haven't already watched them) I really love the For Your Love amv by Mari F and the Utena in 7 Minutes amv by Akilice. The first rlly captures that melancholic yet hopeful tone of Utena & Anthy and the latter has the audacity to make me emotional over a goddamn acapella Hamilton mashup of all things 💀 (the It's Quiet Uptown part literally destroys me every time.....). Digi Story has an Utena Deep Dive Analysis that I really enjoy, he talks about how RGU is "prismatic" in it's storytelling where there's no singular interpretation because there's just so much to look at and analyze. And finally, the Therefore You and Me animatic by edsartfactory literally changed my life it's ridiculously good!!

AHH thanks once again and I hope you have a great weekend!! 💞

#long post lolol #notorioushiphopcrew #my post #ask #GAH you are so lovely thank you

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onlyswan · 2 months

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hey art!! i have a qn for you 🥰

how do you come up with ideas for your stories, and what inspires you? and after you’ve gotten an idea for the story, what is the process of writing like? i am so impressed by your diction and how you use such intricate and detailed words and sentences that PERFECTLY encapsulates the emotions and whole storyline 🥹🥹 if you can’t tell ive reread the whole collection of in which drabbles at least twenty times because i can’t fathom how you’re able to carry out such BEAUTIFUL WRITING ❤️❤️❤️ ohmaigash i love you n your writing teehehehehe even as english being my first language, i never am able to even think of using such language in my writings, i really want to know how you do it 🙃

oh my gosh anonie… thank you thank you thank you for your kindest words i don’t know what to say 🥲🩷🩷🩷 you reminded me of how writing is not easy but damn is it soooo worth it :") made my dayyyy i love you so much!!!!

to answer your qn— it’s honestly different every time!! sometimes i get inspired by a song, an excerpt of a poem or essay, or even by a single word alone. sometimes they’re loosely based from my own experiences. sometimes i come up with a scenario in my head while i’m in the middle of doing something very random hehehe. that’s kinda the foundation of the iw!series and how it started 😭 and then from that i expand to a concept orrrr it can be vice versa too like the concept goes first then i figure out the details after!! it’s so important that i know exactly what i’m trying to convey and what messages i want to say :]

so usually i write that down along with the outline of scenarios/dialogue/transitions/general flow of the piece 🥰 it prolly sounds organized but it’s funny and all over the place they’re barely even considered sentences HDJDHDJSJFJF but it works for me so don’t fix what’s not broken amirite 🫡 as for the writing process, i usually write before bed bcs i need a quiet and peaceful atmosphere :] sometimes i listen to music while doing so to get myself in the ~zone~ hehe. ofc writing is the most difficult and painful part 😵‍💫 if i had a nickel for every time i asked myself “oh my god will i even get to post this???” and then screamed into my pillow, i’d be rich as hell by now. after finishing a part i take a break and read/edit everything i’ve written so far which is helpful in moving forward as well!!

i love editing bcs that’s when it finally starts to feel right and decent to post 😭😭😭

this got quite long oops- idk if i satisfied your curiosity so i’m happy to answer if you have more questions !! 🥰🫂

#art’s post office ☁️#to make art smile :d

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foolsgender · 2 years

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my MOM is a rwylm stan?!?!?! (NOT CLICKBAIT)

So for starters my mom hates spn and I never watch it when I visit her. But completely unrelated, today she was complaining that my generation doesn’t read books and all we do is watch tv and listen to podcasts. I was in a contrarian mood, so I argued that I read books all the time actually! They’re just online. And she said Really? Like What? And I panicked and told her the first thing that came to mind, which was the aaaaaaahmazing masterpiece that is R.W.Y.L.M. I went on, telling her about how compelling and dramatic it was, I told her it was about “A guy who everyone thinks is dead for ten years, and when he comes back his family has moved on. !!! . She was SURPRISINGLY interested, and practically BEGGED me to tell her more. I changed some of the details, so she wouldn’t know it was a supernatural fanfic- For example, Dean was “Don” and Cas was “Clark” (except when he’s Steve), and instead of the Empty, “Clark” got kidnapped while trying to protect “Don” from loan sharks. Also Clark works at Wendy’s because I’m nearly sure my mother has no idea what a Johnny Rockets is. “Don” isn’t lying to Noah about his past as a hunter, He’s lying to Noah about his past as a gangster. I had to edit some details but the core of the story remained. When I explained that Clark wasn’t making a move on Don because Clark cares more about Don’s (seeming) happiness with Noah than about his own feelings for Don, my MOTHER said, “AWWWWW~~~~” so sadly and sorrowfully, I swear to god in the heavens above she had tears in her eyes. She reacted similarly when I dropped the “I’m not your mistress” on her, though she said she understood Don, told me “Well I would be going crazy too. You have your whole life, your marriage, how are you supposed to drop it?” … When I got to the point where Clark says (and I’m paraphrasing here, as I did to my mom), “Because I love you and that’s what I would do,” she gasped and physically had to walk out of the room to get herself a martini. She came back and I continued. I got to the mug and I did a Noah impression, hands on my hips and rolled my eyes, “I’m SoRrY, bUt I’tS jUsT a MuG. i DiDn’T mEaN tO…” She just firmly said in the most tired-of-bullshit-voice I’ve ever heard, “Get the fuck out of here.” After all that WHEN I FINALLY FINISHED. I asked her who was her favorite. She said Clark. I asked what else she thought. She said: A) Clark should’ve stayed dead he’d be better off than dealing with all this bullshit. B) “Is this a movie? Are they gonna make this a movie?” Anyways, Sorry about the long ask but I just wanted to thank you for giving me and my mom a good laugh.

However, now that my mom is technically a casgirl do you think I should break it to her that this is a supernatural fanfiction?

I’m screaming I love the edits. Btw if anyone makes a movie out of this I’ll sue you (to pay for my top surgery & student loans)

honestly yeah tell her tbh people loved fifty shades of grey and wasn’t that twilight fanfic??

#d.ask #rwylm fic

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thenachassist · 2 years

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On midnights

It's always a joy whenever auntie Taylor Swift releases an album. It's fun to find which track will fit your life at the moment or which one will you dedicate to your new person before he becomes a memory you remember all too well. 🥴😂

So I have finished listening to all songs when I learned that she also released the 3 a.m. edition today. Damn, Auntie. You have so much time at hand. You know, I follow you primarily because of your wordplay. What an incredible lyricist you are. Saranghae, God bless you, and thank you for your life. 🥺

Anyway, here are my thoughts for the tracks included in this lovely masterpiece called midnights:

•Lavender Haze - Persona is high in love, pretty much intoxicated by the euphoria that love brings. Like, I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you. Feels like written for Joe Alwyn. Sana all.

• Maroon - Looks like the young woman from Red has fallen in love and sigh, has lost again. She's in her late 20s now, sipping wine, thinking of the recent break-up. Losing someone when in you're late 20s wasn't so red anymore, the shade had been darker like her make-up or her life in general; thus, maroon. Char.

•Anti-Hero - Self-loathing song. One you will listen to at midnight when the world is quiet and the voices inside your head are loud.

•Snow at the Beach - This track is me. Weird, but fuckin' beautiful. Hahahaha. I particularly like, /It's fine to fake it till you make it, till you do, till it's true/ Very inspirational sa aking candidacy for First Lady ng Pasig.

•Midnight Rain - For those you have never replied to Bumble, those whom you ghosted.

•You're On Your Own, Kid - Lyrics sounded like the ones from Speak Now.

• Question - I like how the questions were laid down. Parang I Bet You Think About Me ang arrangement. I especially liked, /Can I ask a question... Did you ever get back with your ex?/ Syempre wala yan sa lyrics kasi tanong ko talaga yan. Hahaha

•Vigilante Shit - THIS IS MY MOOD ANYTIME OF THE DAY. HAHAHAHA. /I don't dress for women. I don't dress for men. Lately, I've been dressin' for revenge./

•Bejeweled- Persona gets her shit together finally. Naalala niya na isa siyang gold at hindi recyclable. Hallelujah!!!

•Labyrinth - Liking how she's aware that she's falling into the trap of love again but so what? Happy now, Iyak later.

•Karma- Diss track for Scooter definitely. Hahaha. /Spiderboy, king of thieves. Weave your little webs of opacity. My pennies made your crown./

•Sweet Nothing - Yung alam mong sasaktan ka lang nya because everything is sweet nothing pero go lang. Hahaha. The music itself is like the title, sounding very sweet but when you look into the lyrics... Oh boy.

•Mastermind - Walang iba. Ito ang kanta na iniaalay para kay Ginoong Victor Ma. Regis Nubla Vico Sotto.🥴

•Hits Different- Imagine yourself 3 months after the break-up-- you're fine, you're well. Then you randomly wake up at 12 midnight and then you remember your ex. You think of the person but you were never ever getting back together, and somehow, that's okay.. That's how the song felt like.

When I finished taking notes for midnights, aba bigla nilapag ang 3 a.m. edition and so here are my two cents and bente pesos:

•The Great War - Imagine two kakampinks falling in love with each other after attending rallies last March to May. On the 7th of May, as they stood with the crowd in Ayala Avenue not knowing what would happen in the next few days, this song eventually plays. Oh my heart. /All throughout the great war, always remember, uh-uh we burn for better, I vowed I would always be yours cause we survived the great war/ 🥺

•Bigger Than the Whole Sky - Salamat sa saglit. Hahaha. Song for your fling na nawala din eventually. No hard feelings.

•Paris - Purely love song na walang red flag, I think? Or pwede rin naman may red flag, yung persona... /I wanna brainwash you into loving me forever/ Hahaha. Forda ferson na mabubudol natin into loving us forever. uWu.

•High Infidelity - This one gave me Death By A Thousand Cuts and The Very First Night Vibe kasi medyo upbeat pero dark yung lyrics. Hahaha. /There's many different ways that you can kill the one you love the slowest way is never loving them enough/ Edi meow. Also, may ice-celebrate na naman tayo every April 29th.

•Glitch - She sounds like the persona from Paper Rings na kalmado na. Hahaha. Yung pang 3 am na ang aura kasi tulog na lahat. /We were supposed to be friends/ This one is for Joe Alwyn too, I think? Sana all umabot ng two-thousand one-hundred and ninety days.

•Would've, Could've, Should've - Motivation 'to para sa lesson on auxiliary verbs and their contractions hahaha. Pero if you look closer, more than the regret, the song speaks of the awakening ni persona. Losing her innocence in the process of loving this person. This could be the matured version of the girl from All Too Well looking back at the experience. /Stained glass windows I regret you all the time/ /But you made me feel important you tried to erase us/

•Dear Reader - I think this one is purposely placed at the bottom of the list. It's the last one you should listen to, at 3:57 am when the dawn is breaking, and you are advised to /Find another, you should find another/

Overall, the songs are calm, euphoric, and mad at the same time, the typical moods you get at midnight when the world is slumbering peacefully and you're alone in your room. Faves for now are: Maroon, Snow at the Beach, Vigilante Shit, Mastermind, Paris, and Dear Reader.

Rating: Perfect over Perfect!!! Hahahahaha

P. S. SANA MAY WORLD TOUR AT KASAMA MANILA. Huehue 🤣😂

#taylorswift #midnights #vicosotto #3amedition #taylor #manila #swifties

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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Hello, Dani! I have finished reading the second part of lbaf. funny was to see that there was meant to be three part and call it "final" in the notes sdjjs

I admire how deep you know the original universe to organically write such a story. It's now hard for me to imagine at least Max and Rafe as anything else but the characters you wrote them to be.

I love how you work with OCs. My main problem with OCs in fics is them being cardboards and existing for god knows what reason. But yours feel natural. They belong here.

The other thing your writing is great is how angst is fitting and plausible. Not to insult anybody, but at times angst feels forced to me, it is here just for the sake of shocking the reader and nothing else. It doesn't mean I find it bad, no, but I sense unnaturalness. Yours is organic. You don't worsen the situation and make characters suffer constantly because this is drama. No, you let them take a breath of air of peace and happiness before smashing them against the wall. Your angst is logical whether this sounds strange or not.

Also that team Carlisle line by Lily was great, vampire alec from one of my fic approves

Not to disgrace your OCs or anything but malec were great in this, I only care about malec in my life so sorry.

Considering that I was reading this for over a month this may sound strange, but this was thrilling to read. trivial thing to say but it was like doing a puzzle but with missing details. you eventually find them all as the story progresses but you never have them all before the end.

so all in all, you are a genius, tomorrow I have two boring classes and I will read my assigned book instead of listening and one chapter of lbaf if I have time. good luck with the 4th part, gonna catch up with it eventually.

lmao not me calling the second part final lmao. i probably need to edit it at some point omg.

congratulations on finishing the second part!!!

Thank you so so so so much for your words. Logical angst is so sexy and I approve of your analysis. I do love smashing things against the wall.

lbaf malec is superior, I agree. they are just on a different level from my other malecs. good for them.

and thank you! lbaf is supposed to be a thriller and mystery - because it's fantasy and thriller are my favorites genres! so i loved exploring those two in this story!

thank you once again. i am very emo about this.

see ya soon x

#lbaf #my writing

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bbboar · 1 year

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@boogerwookiesugarcookie asked me to answer ALL of the end of year asks so here we go! Thanks Naja!

Going to put it under a readmore bcs long

1.Song of the year? Dream Girl Evil by Florence and the Machine So nice of Miss Florence to make a song thats not only a bop but also specifically the theme song for my oc Hydrangea

2.Album of the year? I don't listen to many full albums but for me it would have to be a tie between Give me the Future by Bastille and Impera by Ghost 3.Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year? Ghost 4.Movie of the year? Everything Everywhere All At Once! Like i don't even need to think about it. Unlike anything ive ever seen, so interesting and heartwearming. Excellent performances and costuming 5.TV show of the year? Oh man this one is touh bcs i had 3 shows ive been obsessed with this year…. Our Flag Means Death, Severance or Interview with the Vampire 6.Episode of tv or webisode that defined the year for you? Not defined the year but the best ep of anything ive seen this year was the the season finale ep of Severance. It was so excellent at keeping up the tension for the entirety of the ep. I was pacing and yelling and restless for the full length of it. Just amazing storytelling of everything coming to a head and the editing...my god!!!

7.Favorite actor of the year? I don't care that much about actors to have a fave of the year 8.Game of the year? I was a teenage exocolonist. Just finished my 4rth playthrough and i think i may have 2 more in me bc i want to see different outcomes/choices 9.Best month for you this year? Idk they sorta all blend into one? But December is when i have 2 weeks off work and also the weather is beautiful and sunny so im going to say that and not think about it too much.

10.Something that made you cry this year? A friend was never available to see me despite my multiple attempts to meet up and even though i didnt mind for a lot of it, eventually it started hurting my feelings. 11.Something you want to do again next year? Go on a mini vacation. I took a week off work to visit friends in Tasmania and i think i would be nice to visit some other place next year as well. 12.Talk about a new friend you made this year? I think we'd chatted a little on twitter and also possibly met irl once? But anyway yeah i formally met and befiended the partner of a friend and we rly got along! 13.How was your birthday this year? I went to this super expensive viking themed restaurant ive wanted to go to since 2019! Food, drinks, service, all excellent. I was dressed to the nines in my sequin dress and after i went for a little night walk around the city. It was gr8! 14.Favorite book you read this year? A nobleman's guide to scandals and shipwrecks by Mackenzi Lee. The Montague siblings series is such easy reading for me so i had a fun time! 15.What’s a bad habit you picked up this year? Forgetting to take my acne medication but i also took steps to prevent that so were good now 16.Post a picture from the beginning of the year Actually the first pic i took in 2022

17.Post a picture from the end of the year

Food from yesterday (27/12/22)

18.A memorable meal this year? Oh i already mentioned my birthday dinner so instead ill mention the brunch i made for my friends when i visited them in Tasmania.I was going to make eggs, bacon, homemade flatbread and some other stuff but my time management was off and it took me sooo long to make everything.In the end it was more like a lunch than brunch^^; But everyone was so patient with me and in the end the food was yummy and everyone liked it and we played dnd and had a great time :) 19.What’re you excited about for next year? Going to be getting a new phone and also....idk i havent made any big plans but i look forward to the little moments of joy and indulgence that will come. 20.What’s something you learned this year? Im sure theres life stuff i learned but what im psyched about is learning how to make scones. Its so freakin easy!!! 21.What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year? After living here for about a year,i decided to finally put shit up on the walls of my room.Paintings and fairy lights and i plan on having a little colection of magpie prints too.It rly lifted my mood and brightened up the space. 22.Favorite place you visited this year? Oh man i was just stoked to visit Tasmania and see friends! I need to travel more bcs i love seeing new places. 23.If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be? Do not catastrophise when someone upsets you. Just sleep on it and then act. People sometimes are stupid and thoughtless,not secretly malicious. 24.Did you keep any New Year’s Resolutions? I usually have a few and some years i end up completing them, other years i dont. This year my only resolution is to comment on people's art more. Thats fucken it. 25.Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one. Many actually bcs aside from various ocs, i run some trp games where i make 10+ npcs for. I guess one would be Winnie an npc i made for a game who i put so little thought in. Like i needed a character to fullfill a certain role so i recycled an old oc design and gave her like 2 personalty traits. Then though as we played, we all ended up liking her way more than id planned so anyway now she's in the queue to be an upcoming pc for a dnd campaign (with a slight redesign)

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