#again thank you so much for the kind words. This really gave me a boost to keep on drawing after my month long art block

[jamiedc-they-them]

Good People (Platonic)

Summary: While in the Wasteland, running on nothing but fumes and even less hope, you meet someone. Someone who might just be the one thing you need in a place like this: a friend.

Note: This is shorter than my usual stuff (both in terms of words, probably, and also just in terms of content - more so a scene than anything else; maybe a series of short scenes showing Lucy's arc if you guys want and how her friendship with Y/N develops?) Let me know in an ask!

You were a survivor. You had been since the moment you were born, but you weren't sure how much longer that was going to last.

Your day hadn't started off good, you see. You were running out of water and had passed out earlier due to some kind of infection - no idea what it was or who/what it was from, you had come across a lot of beings and things in your travels - and some guy had thought you were dead and even pissed on you just in case. Was not refreshing, or nice.

You had fought him off, tackling him to the floor and punching him quite a few times. You didn't kill him, however. You just left him be after that.

An odd fellow with a briefcase who promise you everything you could ever want passed you by. He gave you something that gave you a boost. You had no caps, so the only piece of fluid you had left on you - your water container - was given to him in exchange for this item.

So, now you were even more screwed then before.

The man even seemed to somewhat pity you, but he still left.

You find an abandoned bus. It's been picked, recently or otherwise doesn't really matter, picked clean is picked clean. Or, well, as clean as you can get within the apocalypse.

"Hello?" a voice says. You spin around, reaching for a weapon you don't have as you lost it in the scuffle before, and so instead duck down - hitting your head on one of the seats.

You hear the person outside cringe.

"Sorry," she says, earnestly to your shock, "that sounded like it hurt."

"...It did," you find yourself saying in reply, but still keep your head done.

"Sorry," she says, again, "it's ok," she assures you, "I won't hurt you. I promise."

You peak your head up. The first thing you notice, is how clean she looks. She gives you a bright smile.

"Hi," she says, enthusiastically.

You just blink at her.

"It's ok," she assures again, "my weapon is away. I just - I just wanna talk. I'm a bit lost out here give, you know, everything is mainly just sand."

You guess that's fair. So, against your better judgment, you make your way to the stairs at the bus, and sit down. The woman sits down, letting out a sigh, glad to be able to rest for a moment.

She stretches. You adjust your neck. You must've slept funny.

"I'm Lucy," she says, holding out a hand to you.

"Y/N," you say, shaking her hand. Feels weird, being this open with someone.

"Y/N," she says, "that's a nice name. I never knew someone called Y/N before."

You're about to ask her why, when you see what she's wearing.

You whistle, or as best you can with a dry throat, it's croaky but the idea comes through, "you one of them Vault Dwellers?"

"I am," she says, and you're unsure if it's a proud statement or not, "but, I do also recognise my privilege for being one."

You hum, "how you finding up here?"

"Hot," she says, "we have air conditioning in the vaults. So, it's weird not being able to just turn down the temperature."

You chuckle. She smiles.

"Thank you for not trying to kill me."

You gesture to yourself, "don't exactly have anything to do that with, you know? Besides, you're not a bad person. I've met some bad people, you ain't one of them."

"Thank you. I knew there were good people out here."

You shrug, "I don't think I'm exactly 'good', but I've known worse."

"Well, I'm glad I've run into you. You're alot nicer than the previous man I met."

"Yeah, there'll be people like that..." you pause, then ask the question on your mind, "what brings you top side, Lucy?"

"Oh," there's a hint of hope, mixed with sadness in her eyes while she answers, "I'm looking for my dad. Some horrible woman called Moldaver took him. She steals dads."

You may internally find that last part funny, but you find yourself saying 'I'm sorry' to her about her plight. She thanks you once again.

"You're not crazy like that other man."

She's blunt, you'll give her that.

"I can be," you don't quite know why you're insulted by it.

She cocks her head to the side, "I'm good at reading people," you aren’t sure on that one, but you don't say anything, "and you're not like that previous man."

"What'd he do?"

"Drank most of my water. You ever met anyone like that?"

"Guy pissed on me this morning. Another stole my canteen."

"Oh..." Lucy says. You nod, expecting this to be the end of your conversion, but then she reaches behind herself for something. Instinct makes you freeze, but she just gives you a reassuring smile once again, and holds something out to you.

Her own canteen.

You look at her, doubt, confusion, and thanks all in your eyes at once.

"Take it," she insists, shaking it a little to tell you that there is still water inside it, "I mean it."

"But, that other man --"

"He's greedy. You aren't. And, judging by your lips, rough voice, inability to whistle, and slight grovel to your voice, and the way you hold yourself," perceptive too, "you need this more than I do."

"You sure?" she nods. Hesitantly, looking from her to the canteen as you reach out - her leaning forward to help you with your lack of energy due to dehydration and all - you grab it. It's not harsh, you don't rip it out of her grasp. Your actions are slow, deliberate.

You open it, and lift it up to your mouth, letting a few water droplets hit it.

You close it and give it back to her. But she pushes it to you again. This goes on a few more times.

"I meant what I said," she says, "take it."

You look around at the desert, "next water well won't be for a while."

She shrugs, "there's a town nearby. There should be some there. But, either way, you need this a lot more than I do."

You drink the rest of it. And, you feel ok. Not great, but better.

You cough a bit. Both due to whatever illness you have, and just from the water and how fast you drank it.

"That's a bad cough," she notes, taking the canteen back.

"Ah, it's nothing," you say, waving her off. Had worse infections.

You stand up, and she holds her hands out in case you fall. You put a hand up, telling her you're ok.

"Well," you say, "thank you for that, and the talk. Good people are few and far between. Best of luck --"

"Hey, wait!" she calls out as you start to walk away, "wait, please. Maybe - maybe you can help me."

"I ain't exactly much help given the lack of weapons, strength, and my illness."

She frowns, "well, once we find my dad, we can go back to my vault, we have doctors there who can help you and give you a good meal!"

She's preppy, but soon that softens in her eyes, "please...I can stop people from...urinating on you."

You snort at her disgust of the language. She has a lot to learn. Social ettiquite may exist in some places in the wasteland, but not everywhere.

"Well, when you put it like that..." you say, before smiling. She beams at you.

"Okey Dokey!" she exclaims.

"Okey Dokey!" you find yourself saying in kind, not mocking for once - you and your mouth had gotten you into trouble before, it was nice to not have some agenda with it this time. To let your guard down.

"Have you ever been to Filly before?" she asks you as you walk side by side. Though, she slows up a bit as you try and both get your strength back and keep your remaining bit.

"Once or twice when passing through," you say.

"Alrighty then," she says, glad to not be going in completely blind, "'this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.'" she says to you, clearly quoting something, based on her voice. You look at her confused.

"I'll show you the film when we're back at the vault," she says, before you continue on your way.

It's good to meet someone who didn't want to kill you on sight or extort you or something.

It was nice to not be alone anymore.

Lucy feels the same way. She has a sort of guide now. A friend.

An actual friend from the outside.

She's glad.

And, little did she know how right she'd be. It would be a friendship that would stand the test of time and everything in between.

Lucy had just met her best friend.

You had met yours.

Even if you both didn't know just how dark and dangerous the road ahead would get...

Part 2

#fallout #lucy fallout #lucy maclean #Lucy Maclean imagine #lucy maclean fallout #lucy maclean x reader

[nogenderbee]

Could I request Zhongli, Thoma, Ayato, and Al-Haitham, and Kaveh hearing their lover talking about how they want to spend an eternity with them?

Of course! Again oneshots to make the reactions different for all. But yeah I had lots of fun doing it so hope you like it too! <3

Zhongli, Thoma, Ayato, Alhaitham, Kaveh being told you want to spend an eternity with them

TagList: @bleachtheidiot

You and Zhongli had your classic and well known date, which was simple and yet enjoyable, so called tea date! You always chatted or listened to your boyfriend's stories, and his voice was always able of calming you down~

"... and that's how it ended. I could tell you a bit about the events that happened in the meantime. Have I told you about those time or have I not mentioned them untill now?"

"I don't think you did."

You were admiring him at this point, he may've thought that it's because you payed attention to what he's talking about at first but now when it was just you responding, and you still looked at him with this dreamy gaze, he knew there was something going on.

"Is everything alright, dear?"

"Yes, I was only thinking about how much I want to spend eternity you~"

That catched him off guard but he only showed surprised expression. He was a bit flustered but he wasn't blushing. He just cleared his throat and decided to move in from there.

"Ehem, thank you. I dearly hope your wish can come true. I'd be really happy as well if it would."

It was normal for you to visit Thoma when he was doing his job or was during his break. Maybe it was to help him or to simply spend time with him. Either way, he never really mind! In fact, he was more than happy to see your face and it always gave him the boost of motivation he needed.

Even now he was just finishing watering flowers at Kamieato Estate and yet he was also planning your date out loud.

"And after that little walk of ours, I thought of treating you to some sweet! Miss Ayaka gave me good place recommendation!"

You really found it quite impressive that he could do his work properly and think of you without a problem. Sure, Ayaka did helped him but that's still something! You couldn't help but let him somehow know how glad you are for him.

"That's perfect~ I really wish to spend eternity with no on else but you."

Boy's eyes went wide and shade of red quickly spread across his cheeks, as he became to stutter. He tries calming himself down but it seemed like it's of no use in front of you.

"A-Ah, thank you... you're... very kind... that's nothing new of course! I- My wish is the same, trust me dear."

You and Ayato just had a little walk. It wasn't a date but more like simple hangout to make the bond between you stronger. You were simply holding hands and chatting, even tho comfortable silence also had it's place.

"that's why I think dates like that turn out the best for us. But I saw that you enjoy those too, isn't that right?"

"Yes. You know me so well!"

"I try my best. If we plan to spend future with each other, it's only reasonable."

"Mhm, I wish to spend eternity with you~"

These words really just slipped from your mouth but it looks like he didn't mind at all. In fact, he seemed somehow pleased by your answer as he had a little smile on his face.

"Those are bold words. But I do feel the same. As long as I can, I'll always choose you~ in any life."

Maybe he was so calm because he expected it? Or he felt the same towards you for a long time and just didn't knew how to say it? Or maybe it's the fact he comes from region of eternity? Many questions and yet so little answers. But it doesn't matter! After all both of you have those lovey dovey smiles on your faces~

Quiet dates were common thing between you and Alhaitham. Even now he was reading a book as you were doing your own things, but he also held your hand with his free hand.

But you suddenly got an idea or maybe your mind just wandered somewhere... whether was it for the sake of making him at least a bit flustered or because you genuinely wanted him to know... lovely words left your mouth.

"You know, I really wish to spend eternity with no one other than you..."

"Thank you, I'm glad we both think the same. I can't wait to see what the future will be like for us."

He says it almost as if he expected it, as if it was already so obvious to him. But you know him and you made sure to look closely... when your said those words, is eyes went wide a bit and even now he has problems with focusing back on his book, he may even quickly look your way from time to time.

He was trying his best to hide how flustered that made him but you couldn't let go so simply! So of course you added few more words to tease him~ And as you do, a faint blush appears on his face.

"It seems like my words moved you a bit~"

"Only a bit. It's expected reaction when I hear my lover say such a thing."

Kaveh and you were classically walking around while he was rambling to you about what kind of project he had in mind recently. He never liked to spend time with you in his house because of his roommate... long story short, you usually hangout outside.

But today, when you two were walking, you couldn't focus on what he's talking as you were lost in your thoughts.

"Hey! Earth to Y/N! What were you even daydreaming of?"

"Oh! Well... I was just thinking of how I wish we could spend eternity together..."

"What-!?"

You definitely made him blush, but he also liked the idea of spending so much time with you. He was simply a bit shocked to answer you instantly.

"Mhm, I thought of how it can look... you know, our house, our life... all of that."

He definitely needed some time to calm down so you stood silent for few seconds to let him do just that. And soon after, you finally received a reply from him!

"It sounds lovely~ I think I already have few ideas on aesthetic of our house. I'm sure you'll like it!"

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#genshin impact #genshin #x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #thoma #ayato #alhaitham #kaveh #zhongli x reader #thoma x reader #ayato x reader #alhaitham x reader #kaveh x reader #genshin zhongli x reader #genshin thoma x reader #genshin ayato x reader #genshin alhaitham x reader #genshin kaveh x reader #genshin zhongli #genshin thoma #genshin ayato #genshin alhaitham #genshin kaveh #fluff #genshin fluff #oneshot #genshin oneshot

[space-mermaid-writing]

Ironstrange - they meet pre-ironman and stick with each other through it all/sarcasm all the way pointing out each others flaws and working on it together.

This is a lot of ground to cover, so I offer you snippets :) Also, this somehow became a songfic halfway through. 'Through the years' by Kenny Rogers, because the lyrics are so very fitting.

Ko-fi | Masterlist | Word count: 0.8k (plus the song lyrics)

I can't remember when you weren't there When I didn't care for anyone but you I swear, we've been through everything there is Can't imagine anything we've missed Can't imagine anything the two of us can't do

The first time they met was at a medical conference. Stephen was there to give a speech. Tony was there to donate money and to party, and because Pepper had forced him to make an appearance. It was good press for SI or something like that.

For once he had decided to listen because he remembered medical students to be big party animals.

Well, it turned out that changed after they graduated college and worked real jobs. It wasn’t the worst party he had ever been to but he was still very bored.

That was until a young doctor approached him at the bar and flirted with him bluntly. Tony was flattered – still he didn’t intend to make it too easy for the man. No matter how handsome he was.

“So you’re some kind of surgeon prodigy? That don’t impress me much.”

“Shania Twain, 1997. Although loosely interpreted.”

Tony didn’t indicate with any reaction if he had actually planned to make it sound like those lyrics. But he did gesture to the barkeeper to bring a drink for Strange; and that had to mean something.

It gave Strange a boost of confidence. “I will have you impressed by the end of the night.” It wasn’t a question, just a simple statement. He had wanted to pick apart Tony Stark’s brain ever since he specialized in neurology. And now he had the chance.

Through the years, you've never let me down You've turned my life around The sweetest days I've found, I've found with you Through the year, I've never been afraid I've loved the life we've made And I'm so glad I've stayed right here with you Through the years

“Why do you have to go to Afghanistan for that demonstration?” Stephen asked – again. “Rhodey said it would be perfectly fine to do it in Nevada.”

Of course Rhodey – that traitor – had told him that. The two had joined forces against him on this issue.

“Because I can,” he replied – again. “It’s called customer service.”

Stephen looked away. “I think it’s the worst idea you ever had and that you are an idiot for doing this.”

Tony saw it in Stephen's face that he wasn’t happy about his answer. They had already argued so much about this, and Tony was tired of it.

What Stephen and he had wasn’t a relationship. Not really. Both had agreed on that. And this was part of why.

“Thanks for establishing that. You’re welcome to leave anytime.” Like everyone else did who was fed up with Tony. There always came the point when people no longer tolerated his bullshit.

Stephen’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t move. “Yeah, no. I’m not letting you go that easily.” He was neither impressed by his words nor his behavior.

Tony let out a breath he didn’t realize he had held. He preferred arguing to Stephen walking out of him.

I can't remember what I used to do Who I trusted, whom I listened to before I swear, you've taught me everything I know Can't imagine needing someone so But through the years it seems to me I need you more and more

Tony was standing in Stephen's apartment. It felt familiar yet odd. Things were still in the same place as before he had left, but something seemed to have changed. He was exhausted by the past month he had lived in that hidden cave.

It took Tony far too long to realize what that was: there was no trace of him in the apartment anymore. Before there had been small items scattered all around: a book, tablets, clothes… it was all gone. And Tony didn’t know what that meant. He had been gone for months and he didn’t know if Stephen had moved on in the meantime.

Tony felt vulnerable because maybe for the first time in his life he didn’t know what to say. He couldn't predict Stephen's reaction.

“So you got kidnapped in Afghanistan. That don’t impress me much,” Stephen finally said in his best ‘I told you not to go’ voice.

Tony smiled, still tired, as a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

Through the years, through all the good and bad I knew how much we had I've always been so glad to be with you Through the years, it's better every day You've kissed my tears away As long as it's okay, I'll stay with you Through the years

“It’s going to be alright.”

Tony meant it, but for Stephen it was a lie. He didn’t see how he could ever be alright again. He was ruined. He had lost his hands – the single most important part of him.

“Spare your breath,” he hissed coldly. He didn’t want to hear Tony’s words of comfort. They meant nothing to Stephen.

Tony sighed, his eyes on the golden ring on the table next to his husband's hospital bed. Stephen wasn’t able to wear it, his hands were still bandaged. Maybe he would never be able to wear it again. Even without the promise Tony had made on the day he had given the ring to Stephen, he wouldn’t waltz out just like that.

“Nice try. But I won’t let you go that easily.”

Through the years, when everything went wrong Together we were strong I know that I belonged right here with you Through the years, I never had a doubt We'd always work things out I've learned what love's about, by loving you Through the years

Tony took in his husband's appearance; the goatee, the blue robes, and the subtle muscles under them. He looked good – far better than the day Stephen had run away to Nepal on a whim. It seemed like he found what he had been looking for and Tony was glad to see him in a better place.

Still, it didn’t hurt to grill him a little more; just as a revenge for the radio silence.

Tony crossed his arms. “So you’re a wizard now? That don’t impress me much.”

Through the years, you've never let me down You've turned my life around The sweetest days I've found, I've found with you Through the years, it's better every day You've kissed my tears away As long as it's okay, I'll stay with you Through the years

They were on Titan and their chances to win looked rather slim. Still, there was hope; as long as they stuck together through it.

Tony stepped next to Stephen as they watched together Thanos arrival on that vast planet.

“So you’re that purple grape that gave me nightmares for years?” His nano-sunglasses were back on his nose for the sole purpose to look over their rim judgmentally. “That don’t impress me much.”

He heard Stephen roll his eyes.

#IronStrange #tony stark #doctor strange #tony stark x doctor strange #stephen strange / tony stark #ask prompt #SpaceMermaid #Spacemermaid writes #marvel #short #oneshot #songfic #lyrics

[compacflt]

my apologies if this is too simple or juvenile or personal a question but HOW did you become such a proficient writer? and do you have any tips or pointers to keep in mind? i know you must do a lot of reading and a lot of writing, but your skill is just incredible to me. your prose!! your cadence!! when we get around to talking about it is genuinely one of the best things i've ever read and i'd eat it if i could!!!

this ask was so sweet thank you!! rly made my day when i needed a boost. Hope you don’t mind i took a couple days to think about it cause no one’s ever asked me for writing advice before

idk how i became a “proficient” writer bc I really don’t write that much. something about my fic gave me brainworms and i went into overdrive but that’s…not my usual MO. which is why it’s weird for me too. admittedly i am studying english/creative writing as my second major at uni, but i haven’t learned anything in any of my classes you couldn’t learn by just reading and writing on your own. honestly i should’ve stuck with my IR major instead, i find structured cw classes a complete waste of time. but here are some little tips i thought of that would’ve helped ME:

This is more a “do as I say not as I do” because I’m really bad at habits like this, but keep a diary. You can write about the big events (went to the store, did homework, got laid etc.) but that’s boring—focus on the details (watched someone at west side market throw a glass bottle of olives at a rat, broke a pen and permanently stained my dorm desk and won’t get my deposit back which pissed me off because I move out in a week, this guy’s breath smelled like lemon pledge and it made me wonder if he drank window cleaner before kissing me etc.). Real life is really interesting! How can you write about interesting real life in an interesting way? It’s a good way to practice. You don’t have to do a big reflection at the end of the day or anything. It’s okay to jot down something you saw & then immediately forget about it. It’s the act of figuring out how to translate life into words that’s important

If you type, learn how to type FAST. This is just my experience, but I think typing faster makes your cadence, clause length, dialogue, IDEAS flow better/more naturally. We think in words/sentences, not letters.

This is a super lame tip that’ll make you roll your eyes, but read poetry. Poetry is all about how words/ideas/images sound and interact with each other. Don’t get hung up on one poet—im not really recommending any for precisely this reason—read poetry you love (for me, Ada Limón, Jack Kerouac, Frank O’Hara, ghazals etc) AND read poetry you hate (for me, Rupi Kaur, Emily Dickinson, Whitman, etc)! Read all genres you can get your hands on. (I think there are like “great poetry anthologies” you can find for free online if u don’t know where to start. Also you can’t go wrong with subscribing to/reading a variety magazine like the NYer. It’s pretentious but it exposes you to all kinds of weird topics, ways of writing about them, etc.) Figure out how certain combinations of words and punctuations make you FEEL, and why, and why the writer chose (or not) to make you feel that way. Figure out which literary sounds you like and which ones you don’t. For me, i figured out that I REALLY like alliteration, comma splices, zeugmas, the rule of three, and

“he’s [verb]ing again… yeah compacflt’s characters are [verb]ing again… big shocker”

If you have an idea for a piece, figure out what it is you really want to get out of it—to say something? to experiment with a different style? to see your fav characters do something? to have fun?—and then figure out how, on a technical level, you should write to match that goal (this is where the poetry training comes in handy). If you’re just writing to have fun, don’t listen to any writing advice (incl. mine), because most of it is bullshit and over-generalized and will make you feel bad about yourself. Just take the advice that you think will work for what YOURE trying to write.

But if you’re writing to explore some political idea, then you should think about HOW to best write about that idea. What would be a convincing story/allegory/scene to engage with this idea vs. not convincing. I talk on this blog all the time about how disappointed I am that my very-adult-grown-up attempt to deal with the dynamic of “immovable internalized homophobia vs unstoppable falling in love anyway” is rendered a little childish/immature by some pretty unconvincing plot points like the characters buying a house together—I really should have considered how that plot point would interact with the characterizations I’d built already (hint: poorly). You can think of writing as kind of a military structure if that helps—you have strategy on the overarching campaign (plot/character growth/allegory/theme) level, the battle (scene that advances the above) level, and the tactical (sentence-level construction/syntax/wording) level. They all have to work together. If a scene is failing to properly engage with the idea you’re trying to convey, you’re losing a battle that will weaken the overarching campaign. Same thing if you choose a weird word in a sentence/write in a style or tone that’s weirdly out of place with your idea—it makes your engagement with the theme/idea less convincing. just try to be purposeful and consider your strategy on all levels of your work as you’re writing it!! At the very least it’ll make editing easier lol.

But then again when I read my own writing from just a couple months ago I cringe out of my skin, so like—just also accept that it’s a process and we’re all just making it up as we go along. Be proud of being embarrassed of your old work, because it means you’re growing. Own that shit. When I finished writing WWGATTAI i thought it was the best thing I’d ever written, and maybe it was. But since the day I finished working on it, it’s the worst thing I’ve written since then. That’s a great feeling. Not to be like writing grindset obviously bc it’s supposed to be fun—but if what you want is to get better at writing, the strategy is to WRITE a whole bunch of shit, and then own your embarrassment about how much you’ve grown since you started. And know you’re still always growing and learning. there should never be any “goals” where skills are concerned 👍🏽

#fake it till u make it #the good part about fiction is all you’re really doing is makin shit up #no rules!!! #fiction is just trying to sell a lie right #so it’s all on a sliding scale of convincability (at least that’s how i judge fiction) #and figuring out how to convince people of your lie is where the art is #anyway. #not top gun #asks #writing tips #idk how to tag this #also i love ao3 because trying to get published traditionally genuinely made me hate writing/MY writing #i have indeed had the cliche 100+ form rejection letters experience #unfortunately writing is also one of those things where you can see it as a competition so easily #(admittedly a small part of why i don’t read other TG fics—i don’t wanna read people doing it better than me😭) #BUT you tailor your experience to have a healthy life. it’s not a competition if you don’t make it one. put yourself first

[feyhunter78]

Hi! Would you be able to do hcs or a fic (your preference!) for Elrond taking care of his s/o when she’s sick? I’ve been feeling pretty under the weather as of late and the way you write for Elrond brings me so much comfort🥹 no pressure though if you have a lot of requests!!

Hi love!!!! I'm so happy to hear my Elrond brings you comfort, that really boosts my confidence in writing his character!!! I'm sorry you're not feeling well :(((( I hope this makes it a little bit better! <3

Elrond and Sick Reader HC

Elrond first knows something wrong when you miss lunch. You two had plans to meet at a small restaurant run by a sweet older couple who doted on the two of you and served the best tea and cakes you’ve ever had in your life. It wasn’t like you to miss plans the two of you made, so he thanks the couple for the tea, and hurries to your quarters.

You have a seasonal illness, a nasty one, one that keeps you in your bed, head pounding, stomach rolling, your body swinging between burning up, and freezing. You’re covered in blankets, and your throat hurts from coughing.

Elrond knocks softly, and you almost don’t hear him enter.

When you see him, you realize you missed lunch and feel awful. You start to apologize, but your voice gives way to a coughing fit, and you sink back into your pillows.

He's immediately by your side, asking you dozens of questions, and pressing his lips to your forehead to check your temperature. He soon determines you have a fever and makes it his mission to nurse you back to health.

Elrond brings you some water and fluffs up your pillows, urging you to rest before disappearing for a while. You’re half asleep when he returns, and he sits beside you, smoothing your hair down. He places a cool rag on your forehead and begins to brew you some herbal tea, promising it will ease the soreness of your throat.

As you drink it slowly, he goes to open your balcony doors, letting fresh air and sunlight into your room, dispersing the stale air that had lingered as you fitfully tried to sleep the night before.

Once he’s finished bustling around and giving you every kind of herbal treatment possible, he sits with his back against your headboard and has you rest your head in his lap. As his fingers run through your hair, he tells you about his day so far, and how much he missed you when you didn’t show up for lunch.

You apologize again, and he shushes you gently, shaking his head. “Do not apologize y/n, you are ill.”

“But I should have sent word, or attempted to show, if only to tell you I was not feeling well.” You protested weakly. “I feel terrible thinking of you sitting there all alone.”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead. “So stubborn, so strong of heart, my starlight is. Do not fret. I had a wonderful conversation with Marta and her husband, while I waited.” His expression was kind and open, no hint of irritation or anger. “Truly, I only left because I was concerned for your wellbeing.”

You gave him a soft smile, raising one hand to up his cheek. “And I am grateful you were.”

He leaned into your touch. “I will always be concerned for you, you are my love, my world, your pain is mine, and I would willingly take this illness from you if I could.”

Your heart swelled, and you blinked back tears. You were so tired, the illness sapping your strength. “I love you, Elrond, more than the sun loves the sky, or the moon the stars.”

He took your hand and kissed it reverently. “You are my sun, my sky, my moon, and stars, but even the celestial bodies must rest, and you should follow in their example.”

You nodded, already feeling sleep tugging at you, your eyelids growing heavier and heavier. You slept soundly, safe and comforted in the arms of your love.

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @elronds-pointy-ears, @elrondscalaquendi, @dilf-superiority, @jesticace

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[conkers-thecosy]

Congrats on reaching your yearly writing goal a month early! Your writing goal updates have been both encouraging and inspiring, and I was wondering if you had any tips or advice for documenting your writing progress?

I’ve never done it before, but with the new year coming around, I’ve been considering actually keeping track of my writing progress.

I hope my wording makes sense, and congrats again on meeting your goal! I love reading your work, and can’t wait to read more!

-Wolfsbane and Nettles

Hullo! 💛

Thank you so much for the congrats, and for the ask, too! Honestly I'm so pleased if I've done anything even remotely encouraging for you, I think it's so important in a community to help boost each other up and it makes me so happy to think I've been able to do that, even a teeny bit!

As far as advice goes, I think probably the best thing I can say is that there's nothing wrong with setting yourself low and/or achievable goals! I currently have a weekly word count goal of 2k words. Anyone who can maths will see that 52 weeks at 2k words does not add up to 200k, haha!

The reality is that originally my word count goal for the year was much lower, because I didn't want to pressure myself. Originally my weekly goal was only 1k words, and I didn't have a yearly goal at all, because I didn't think I would be able to maintain it for the year! As things went along, however, and I started to gain habits and momentum, I put my goal up to reflect this. After a month or so, I realised I'd put it up too high, and I lowered it again to 2k words a week.

Now, I did find that I was writing more than 2k words a week the majority of the time, but not always. We all have bad weeks, and I hadn't taken that into account at all! So, giving myself a lower weekly target helped keep me positive, gave me some wiggle room, and meant that I had that feeling of achievement every week when I crossed the finish line and continued to write even more!

I think it can be easy to put too much pressure on ourselves, which is why I'd encourage you to be kind, and really think about what you want the bare minimum to be. If you do more, that's wonderful! But, if you don't, you won't feel bad about it 😊

I really hope this helps you, and that it makes some kind of sense - I apologise if it's a bit waffly, haha!

tl;dr - Be kind to yourself, and set yourself achievable targets!

Thank you again for the ask! And good luck with your goals!!

Conkers 🌰

#ask #conkers corner #conkers-theficwriter #myotpwillbethedeathofme #writing advice

[sylvia-forest]

[CN] Shaw's No Access Date

⚡ Warning: This post contains detailed spoiler's for Date which hasn't released in EN yet!⚡

[This date was translated with the help of Google translate and by my friend!]

✧[Part 1]✧

The winter sky was clear and bright, and the warm sunlight gave the illusion of warmth.

I had just left the warmth of the taxi and was shivering in the cool winter wind. Wrapping up my scarf, I walked quickly into the lively West Moon Street.

With New Year's Day just a few days away, this ancient street has entered the New Year's atmosphere early, and the shops on both sides are decorated with festive decorations.

And I didn't care to hang out, my mind was filled with the message which Shaw had just sent me.

Shaw's message: "We have a big problem, come quickly. "

.. I couldn't contact him through the phone, and I didn't know what trouble he had caused. I immediately crawled out of the bed and rushed over without stopping.

Following the directions, I walked through the small streets.

MC: Lane 102, West Moon Street….

I didn't expect that the end point would be an unremarkable and everyday tea restaurant. After confirming again and again, I pushed open the door suspiciously.

The shop was not big, and I saw the familiar figure in the corner at a glance.

It's peaceful here, and the "help seeker" was leisurely holding a cup of hot pear tremella soup.

Didn't get tied up, not even feeling desperately anxious.

Shaw: You came pretty fast.

As if he had heard my footsteps, he turned around and raised his eyebrows as if he were not the one who had just sent the help message.

At this point, I knew I had fallen into his trap again.

I was relieved and angry that I had been tricked. I took a deep breath and put on a "kind" smile.

MC: Was this the big trouble you were talking about? Did you choke on your tea? Did your pants get stuck on the stool? Let me help you call the emergency services?

Shaw: Good imagination, but you didn't guess right, try harder next time.

As he spoke, he pushed over the still steaming brown sugar glutinous rice cakes.

Shaw: Here, let's start with a sugar boost.

Shaw: And then thank me again for calling you out to bask in the sun on such a nice day.

MC [angrily]: I really have to thank you!

I sat next to him angrily, picked up a piece of brown sugar glutinous rice cake and put it in my mouth.

The crispy glutinous rice cake has just the right temperature, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, sweet and delicious, and the sweetness in the mouth makes the bad mood of being fooled dissipate a little.

MC: You called me out early in the morning, just to let me have breakfast with you?

Shaw: Of course not .

Shaw: It's true that there's trouble, but…

He turned his head and bit off the half-eaten glutinous rice cake on my chopsticks.

Shaw: Let's fill up the stomach first.

✧[Part 2]✧

Unexpectedly, the "trouble" Shaw mentioned was to go out shopping and sweep goods before New Year's Day.

With a full stomach and a warm body, I was now in the mood to enjoy the roadside stalls.

Perhaps because it's time to buy new year's goods, Huapu Street today was particularly crowded.

MC: Is there anything you want to buy?

Shaw: Whatever, just buy something that can decorate the shop.

MC: I didn't expect you to be too lazy to celebrate the festival, but you still have a sense of ritual for New Year's Day.

Shaw: I don't have much interest, but the old man used to make some things during the holidays.

Shaw: The shop is in my hands, so I can't make it cooler than before.

His faint eyes drifted to the festive street, and I don't know what came to his mind. When I saw this, I took his cool hand and shook it.

MC [excitedly]: Then let's go shopping and make your antique shop lively for New Year's Day!

I ambitiously started to shop, dragging Shaw through the wide range of stalls.

But he was a bit bored with the shopping.

Shaw: This couplet looks good after being hung up, just left with the word Fu and we should be done.

Looking at the old-fashioned couplet he was pointing at, I decided to drag him to another stall with more products.

MC: If you're here, why not choose something more suited the atmosphere?

MC: Moreover, you have called me out, and today I will be "responsible to the end".

Hearing this, he laughed.

Shaw: All right, this is what you said, don't renege halfway.

The aroma of roasted sweet potatoes and popcorn on the street, the elaborate New Year's ornaments and Year of the Rabbit trinkets are a sight to behold.

I carefully compared the koi ornaments and the lantern strings, and was a bit hesitant.

MC: Which one do you think is better?

Turning my head, I saw Shaw holding a small fluffy hairpin and gesturing at the side of my hair.

MC: ...... Can you be serious!

Shaw [in a good mood]: How am I not serious?

As he said this, he put the red rabbit-eared floppy hat in his hand on my head, and the little bells dangling from it tinkled in my ears.

Shaw: But I am seriously choosing the "New Year's goods" that can make me happy.

—

We were very efficient and quickly bought everything we needed.

MC: Couplets, window decorations, lucky fruits, lanterns ...... Seems to have bought almost everything.

Seeing my ankle that was a little sore from walking around, Shaw glanced at me.

Shaw: I'm going to buy something to drink, you wait here, don't run around.

After Shaw left, I planned to find a place with few people and wait for him to come back.

The benches around were full of people, and after looking around, I found a wonderful stall.

A sign with “secret advisory service” written was placed on the simple, crude booth. An old man who wore a fashionable sunglasses sat behind the table, swaying his fan.

The interesting sign caught my attention, and with nothing else to do, I walked over to it with great interest.

MC: Old man, what kind of advice can you give?

Old man: Give me your horoscope, wealth luck, love luck and new year luck can all be counted.

Out of curiosity, I half-believed and told him my horoscope, and he counted with his fingers, looking amazed.

Old man: Looking at your fate, you will survive a catastrophe, and you will have future blessings.

Old man: It's not easy recently, is it? Your career luck is back to life, and there are signs of bankruptcy.

I was taken aback. The company did almost lose a big project before.

Although the staff and I managed to turn the situation around in the end, we lost the newly purchased necklace during our business trip.

I didn't expect that a few words would be right on target with my recent fortune, and I became more convinced of this mysterious master.

MC: Can you help me to check my marriage luck?

He calculated, his complexion became subtle.

Old man: Your destiny is younger than you, and your meeting was caused by various variables. How wonderful…

Old man: But the relationship between the two of you will be unstable next year, and there will be a catastrophe.

Seeing my face change slightly, he smiled and shook his fan.

Old man: But there is a way to resolve it.

Old man: The beads I have here are all enlightened and each of you wears one string to ensure that evil will not invade.

I was hesitant to pay an IQ tax for peace of mind when Shaw's voice suddenly sounded behind me.

Shaw: I just went to buy a drink, how did you get fooled again?

✧[Part 3]✧

As soon as I turned around, the hot cup was stuffed into my hand.

Shaw looked at the fortune-telling booth in front of him, his eyes showed a bit of playfulness.

Shaw: Yo, your stall has been renamed, wasn't it still called "Oriental Divination House" a few days ago?

The fortune teller narrowed his eyes when he saw Shaw.

Old man: I see, your partner is this youngster, I was thinking why your fortune is going through ups and downs.

Shaw: Don’t always help others by giving luck, you’re old already, you should just watch your own luck.

With the old fortune teller stroking his beard and staring at me, Shaw dragged me away.

Shaw: If you want to calculate these things , you should just ask me.

MC: If it's up to you, you'll definitely make a bunch of requests, such as eating with you, playing games, or watching movies with you.

I grimaced, thinking about the result of the calculation just now, and the mood which was good before coming out for shopping was now a little clouded.

The hand that was being held was clasped even tighter, and when I raised my head, I saw Shaw's gaze fall on me. 

Shaw: Playing games with me is better than paying IQ tax to this old man?

In a casual tone,with a little imperceptible reassurance, I tilted my head to look at him, 

MC: So I have to thank you for helping me save money? 

Shaw: You're welcome.

Shaw: I'm the one who brought you out, so of course “I'll be responsible till the end”.

Although Shaw said that fortune-telling was unreliable, but I still have some doubts in my heart.

So I quietly went to the gold store and chose two gold beads, one for myself to wear, and the other to weave into a pendant.

—

The day before New Year's Day, I brought the pendant to Shaw's antique shop. I saw him standing on the stool, hanging the lantern he had just bought that day.

Shaw: You finally came at last, Mr. Qian from nextdoor just visited and had a look around, he also said that my store is the only shabby one amongst the entire street.

Shaw: He just hung two lanterns and pasted up a couplet in his house, and when we decorate it, we will hit him in the face.

MC: By then, we will be the most beautiful store in the whole street!

We quickly decorated everything, and the dull store was instantly given a New Year flavor with the red decorations.

After cleaning the high part of the shelf, I put the last ornament on it.

At this time, I suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a few dusty copper coins in the corner of the shelf.

Before I could look any further, Shaw's voice came from below.

Shaw: Come down for dinner, it's too late.

It was getting late, and the last sunset of the year was sinking into the horizon. Through the window, we can see the lanterns on the street swaying in the night.

The dishes on the table are exquisite and the aromatic flavors instantly stir up the cravings in the stomach.

A skit of the New Year's Eve program was being played on the TV, and a person holds three copper coins for divination.

MC: The copper coins on your shelf are similar to this one.

Shaw: That is the money of the Five Emperors, which the old man used for divination.

[T/N]: Five Emperor Coins: Refers to the copper coins cast during the reign of the five prosperous emperors of the Qing Dynasty, namely Shunzhi, Kangxi, Yongzheng, Qianlong and Jiaqing.

Stringing these five copper coins together will have the functions of warding off evil spirits, attracting wealth, and praying for good fortune.

Thinking about the results of the fortune telling two days ago, I was still a bit upset, so I moved closer to him.

MC: Idle is also idle, let's calculate our luck for next year ?

Shaw: Okay, skateboarding with me one time, playing games one time, the price was clearly marked, no cheating. I'll calculate it for you.

I said to myself "profiteer" and squeezed out a smile.

MC: We'll see, we'll see.

He glanced at me with a half-smile, took the copper coin off the shelf and put it in my hand.

Shaw: For the six lines of the hexagram, read the question in your mind and shake it six times with three copper coins.

[T/N]: The I-Ching or yijing divination book consists of 64 hexagrams 卦 "guà", (combination of 8 trigrams). A hexagram in this context is a figure composed of six stacked horizontal lines (爻 yáo), where each line is either Yang (an unbroken, or solid line), or Yin (broken, an open line with a gap in the center). These lines are combined into 8 trigrams (three lines each) which are then combined into 64 hexagrams. And the trigrams in I-Ching represent 8 basic forces of nature.

The ancient coins covered with age marks were heavy, so I closed my eyes and shook the coins in my hand.

MC: Please, God of Wealth, bless me with abundant wealth this year!

Shaw [sighs]: Are you here to ask for divination or to make a wish?

MC: With metaphysics, it's always about being pious so you can achieve what you desire!

Shaw drew six layers of horizontal lines long and short on the paper with the result of my throw, looking amazed.

Shaw: It's been a long time since I've seen such a bad result.

MC: ... Are you fooling me?

[T/N]: I skipped a line here since it was related to yijing divination and it was pretty difficult to translate 😭. Anyways what shaw got here was 屯 (zhūn) “sprouting” which is the 3rd 卦 hexagram, meaning “difficulty at the beginning” simply put they'll suffer a misfortune so one must be careful!

[Sylvia's note]: The first time in my life where I wanted to pluck out my hair because of yijing divination 🥹 I was literally this much close to have a mental breakdown🫠

—

Shaw: Next year, don't delay your work. It'll be bad if you won't sleep well until it affects your health.

Reluctantly, I took those copper coins back into my hand.

MC: Calculate my career luck.

I cast another three copper coins.

Shaw: Not bad, There will be a few troublesome problems, but they can be resolved smoothly.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and put the three copper coins into my hands again.

MC: There's one last question! However, can we leave this question aside?

Shaw: Ok.

Thinking "What will happen to me and Shaw next year", I threw the copper coins out.

After throwing six times, I looked at Shaw with some anxiety.

He finished the last stroke and glanced at me hesitantly.

Shaw [in a low voice]: Extreme misfortune.

[T/N]: Shaw basically got 天夬 the 43rd 卦 hexagram. 夬 (guài), “displacement”. Meaning “resoluteness”, “parting”, and “break-through”, simply she'll suffer an extreme misfortune! (It still cracks me up when I think MC luck for next year is way more horrible than mine 😂 three misfortunes in a row LMAO)

✧[Part 4]✧

My heart instantly went cold.

Maybe it's because my emotions were confiscated, Shaw also saw my terrible expression.

Shaw: Your face looks pale, what did you ask for?

MC: Nothing….

Seeing me touch my nose in a concealed manner, Shaw narrowed his eyes.

Shaw: Is that so? Originally, I knew a way to avert the disaster, but since you said it's nothing, I shouldn't use it, right?

MC: Really?

I always felt that there seemed to be a hint of cunning in his eyes just now, and I looked at him dubiously.

Shaw: Don't believe me, then forget it.

MC: Eh, no, I didn't say I didn't believe it. Master Shaw, teach me?

I hastily grabbed him and smiled flatteringly. He just "reluctantly" continued.

Shaw: Put your hands together and raise them above your head.

I put my palms together and raised them above my head as he said.

Shaw [changes his voice]: Yes, close your eyes, turn three times to the left, then turn three times to the right.

Shaw: Say out loud, "Spirits of the sky, spirits of the land, I invite you to come down to eliminate and prevent disasters as soon as possible!”

Seeing that his expression didn't seem to be fake, I took a deep breath, turned left and right three times, and closed my eyes.

MC: "Spirits of the sky, spirits of the land, I invite you to come down to eliminate and prevent disasters as soon as possible!”

For a while there was only the sound from the TV, I opened one eye and saw Shaw was suppressing a smile, his shoulders were trembling slightly.

Shaw [burst out laughing]: Puff haha you are such a talent hahaha.

MC [blushing]: …. Shaw!

The most retarded thing I have done this year was to believe in his nonsense!

Looking at Shaw who was laughing wildly, I scolded myself in my heart for believing in Shaw half a minute ago.

No, I can't let him be so arrogant. With this thought, I silently withdraw my hand and sat down with my back to him without saying a word.

His laughter gradually stopped.

Shaw [stifles his laughter]: Hey, it may seem funny, but that's a serious way to get rid of disasters.

This guy is still stubborn! I pouted, but still ignored him.

Shaw: Don't believe it.

He lightly dropped a word, stood up and left the seat.

.. actually left? !

I froze in place, concretizing a little Shaw figure in my heart, and pinned it to the ground with all my strength, ravaging it crazily.

Stinky Shaw, bad Shaw, a big fool who doesn't understand style......

If you have the ability, don't come back!

Shaw [whispers]: What are you muttering about?

I didn't know when he came back and sat down behind me.

Shaw: Then I'll try another method, do you want to see it?

My heart moved, but because I couldn't give in so quickly, I didn't turn around.

Shaw: You don't want it? Then I can take it all by myself.

A burst of sweet breath came from behind.

Shaw [in a regretful tone]: It's rare for me to do it myself, and I didn't expect that someone would not appreciate it.

After all, I couldn't resist my curiosity, I turned my head slowly, and saw Shaw holding a piece of steaming pastry in his hand.

Shaw: Open your mouth.

MC: Huh?

In the moment of my bewilderment, a piece of sweetness was precisely stuffed into my mouth.

[Fifth anniversary bgm starts playing]

The sweet but not cloying taste carries the warmth of his fingertips on the corners of my lips, along with the taste buds to the heart.

MC: …Steamed sponge cake?

Shaw: It's Chinese New Year, let's add some color. I hope that next year, you’ll not be corrupted or poisoned by others and be rich overnight.

MC: Did you make this?

Shaw: Yes, I tried it when I was bored at home.

MC: Then I will try my best to help you finish it.

I pretended not to care, put the lunch box in my arms, and picked up another piece and put it in my mouth.

MC: The taste is not bad, barely passable.

Shaw [clicks his tongue]: The requirements are quite high.

He looked at me, and there was an imperceptible temptation in his tone.

Shaw: It's OK, you've got rid of the big trouble just now.

I coughed softly as I took the short end of the stick.

MC: For the sake of the steamed sponge cakes, fine. But in view of your performance, I have to reconsider whether to give you a New Year's Day gift or not.

Shaw raised his eyebrows, apparently he didn't expect that I had additional conditions. He threw away the copper coins in his hand.

Shaw: What’s so hard about this, let God fix it for you. If it’s YangYao, then give it to me.

MC: ….Let me tell you first, you are not allowed to play tricks.

Shaw: Who cheated?

Shaw: But I have a hunch that God is definitely on my side.

I picked up the coins and shook them a few times and scattered them on the table, one forward, one backward and one spinning.

When it was about to fall over, an invisible flash of lightning caused the coin to shake and fall in the other direction.

The two positive lines and one negative line are the Yang lines.

MC: Just now I seem to see something flickering…

Shaw [acts normal like he wasn't the one who did that]: Are you seeing things? Bring it here.

His smiling eyes were sly and bright, and they caught my eyes straight away.

MC: I am generous, this time I will forgive you ….

I handed him the gift box. Shaw took out the pendant inside, played with it in his hand.

Shaw: After all, you are still very concerned about the results of the old man's fortune-telling.

MC: After all it's about our luck and I want to make it better.

His hand paused, and a moment of enlightenment flashed across his eyes.

Shaw: The extreme misfortune divination that you just asked before, was also this?

When I didn't say anything, he reached out and pressed his hand onto my hair and rubbed it "viciously" a few times.

Shaw: And here I asked you, what kind of divination made you look so worried?

Shaw: The divination that the old man gave me before was not auspicious. But aren't I still alive and kicking to this day?

MC: Was it because it didn't work?

He changed his position and leaned loosely against me.

Shaw: It's basically all efficacious, but this is just what I wished for.

Shaw: Smooth sailing is so boring, if you want something, you have to fight with your fate.

There was a hint of certainty in his lazy expression, it seemed that no ominous suffering could fall into his eyes.

It was like a solitary confidence that suddenly shattered all the unpredictable prophecies that had distressed me.

MC: It seems that my gift was superfluous.

Hearing this, he turned his palms, and hid the beads in fear of my repentance.

Shaw [clicks his tongue]: It takes a little motivation to fight against fate.

Shaw: How about it? Do you want to wipe out all the ominous divinations you made with me?

The careless ending of his sentence lifted the clouds of boredom that had been lingering in the mind for the past few days.

MC [happily]: Of course, you should take me with you for such an exciting event.

I raised my head and felt the warm breath blowing towards my face.

The second hand of the clock moved forward one by one, and there seemed to be cheers of countdown coming from the street in the distance.

I clasped it through his fingers and raised a smile.

It doesn't matter if this divination wasn't good, anyway, with him, even if there is a barren land ahead, we will definitely be able to blaze a path that only belongs to us.

As the hands overlap with the 12 at the top, there was a long chime and cheer outside the window.

MC: Happy New Year, Shaw.

Shaw: Happy New Year .

—

🎊 Call (coming soon)

#not me uploading this after one year has passed 🤡 #first of all I'm so happy that he got a new year card! and as for the date it's so beautiful 🥺 #you'll see a totally new side of shaw in his recent dates which I also am having a hard time believing that it's truly him HAHA #AND I CAN'T BELIEVE HE PERSONALLY BAKED A CAKE FOR HER?! HELLO SIR??? 🫠 #mlqc spoilers #mlqc cn #mlqc shaw #mlqc ling xiao #mlqc translations #mr love queen's choice #mlqc #love and producer

[thevioletcaptain]

I have my first class in the writer's program today!

It's just a short, free, single day seminar that isn't for credit, but seeing as it's been so long since I went to university I decided it would be a good way to ease back into things before my actual graded classes start next month.

I know I already posted a thank you to everyone who chipped in, shared my fundraising post, or messaged me with encouragement a couple of weeks ago when I was trying to add a class to my schedule, but I just wanted to say it again:

Thank youuuu 💚

I really can't overstate how much it meant to me. Beyond just helping me scrape the cash together in time to enrol in the extra class, just seeing your kind words about my writing gave a huge boost to my creative energy.

Because of that... I posted two >10k oneshots and completed one long-standing WIP yesterday. And I've got more that I'm hoping to post in the next few days. I'll make actual rebloggable promos for each of the things tonight after I get back from the class, and I'm going to go in and edit the older chapters of the longfic soon, seeing as I wrote them... uh... nine years ago.

In the meantime, you can find the fics here:

Humble (formerly titled "Risen") Rule!63 DeanCas Pastry Chef AU | 38k | E

When she hangs the help wanted sign in the front window of her cafe, the last thing Deanna expects is to end up employing an inexperienced, socially inept ex-actuary as her new pastry chef. Or maybe that's the second-last thing. She absolutely doesn't expect to fall head over heels.

Frisky Business Established Relationship Casefic with a side of Dom!Cas | 13k | E

In which Cas makes an observation, and Dean's just along for the ride.

Kind of a Buddy of Mine Canonverse Crack Treated Seriously | 14k | M

It’s been sixty-five days since they left Alliance, and Cas is still seven inches tall. He's the one thing that Jesse Turner didn't put back to normal before he took off for greener pastures, and Dean figures he's holding a grudge. On some level, he can’t really blame him. Cas did try to kill the kid, after all. Still, it does seem kinda harsh to have left Cas looking like G.I. Joe’s Corporate Cousin for the rest of forever. With the apocalypse looming, Dean is determined to find a solution.

#cass says things #cass writes fic #really i can't thank you guys enough for helping me #looking forward to posting some other stuff soon #possibly even as early as tomorrow #i've been on a roll this week despite having work and a pain flare up

[beeindaclouds]

Can you please do a part 3 to the wilbur sibling fic? It's so good!!!

Hallo, thanks for requesting!

I've been keeping this request for a while, sp it's finally time to get to it ^^

Hoep you enjoy <3

Brother!Reader being jealous of Crimeboy's bond pt. 3

Click here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: Male - He/Him

Part 1 || Part 2

Wilbur had spend an entire month now thinking about what he had done

At first, he must admit, he didn't believe he really did anything wrong

After all, to him it was just a mindless joke

But after hearing his friends point of view, he realized that he really had hurt you

Joke or not, he put your emotions on line and that was not a good thing to do

He spent this entire moth thinking of what he could do to make things better

Obviously he had to apologise first...but would an apology really be enough for you? Would it make you think of him as the kind and available older brother that he once was?

Wilbur decided that the best choice was to talk to someone who was actually close to you, and that happened to be the two people who gave him an earful last time for what he had done

Niki and Jack

And also Tommy was there, because he happened to be in Brighton that day

"I can't belive you still haven't said anything to him..." Niki started, daggers being glared into Wilbur's body

The singer panicked "I promise I'm trying-" he started "I just don't know what to do. I f*cked up and I'm scared of what his reaction will be if I apologise. He for sure hates me...my image in his eyes is totally ruined. What do I do? Help me, please!"

Niki and Jack tried to give Wilbur some advices, from the things he should say to the way he should act from now on.

Tommy, who had been told the situation by Jack, was mad at Wilbur for what he had said. Using him as a way of "making a joke" to his own brother was a low blow.

Heck if even Tommy understood the gravity of the situation, Wilbur really did do something wrong

And yet, no matter how much Wilbur said he was sorry, he was still here talking about what he should do instead of doing it. It's been a month.

"You're a coward, you know that?" Tommy spatted, now him being the one to glare at Wilbur, who was surprised by Tommy's sudden outburst

"You've spent a week trying to understand what you did wrong and a month trying to find a solution, while your brother is out there thinking that you don't care about him at all since you didn't even show a glipse of regret for what you did to him." He huffed angrily, before pulling Wilbur up to his feet and kicking him out of the cafe they had met up at

"Take action for the queen's sake. Show that you care and that you're sorry, instead of worrying for yourself and what you should do to look good in his eyes again. Solve the problem now, not in a year when you remember."

Seeing Tommy being serious and mature had made Wilbur feel very proud of who he had become

But most importantly it had given him the boost and wake up call that he needed to finally approach you

He quickly planned with his parents to visit you the next day, so that they would give the both of you some time alone to straighten things out

When you saw him at home, you just wanted to run in your room and lock yourself in there until he left

You didn't really feel ready to have this conversation, even if a lot of time passed

But Wilbur read your mind and stopped you from doing so

"Listen...I'm sorry" Wilbir spat out quickly, your struggling stopping as you were shocked from what you just heard

"I really shouldn't have said that. I've been so caught up in my career and in what the fans wanted that I pushed you aside and joked with your emotions. It was wrong of me and I should have realized it way sooner...I'm sorry for not coming to you sooner too. I was so nervous and only thinking about myself and my image in your eyes, that I didn't think about how you were feeling throughout this entire argument "

By now you two were sitting, his apology going on longer then you expected, but you just sat there and absorbed all of his words

Honestly, you weren't anticipating him to say anything about the situation. He seemed to be so sure of what he had said, not feeling any type of guilt about it, so an apology was not something you expected

But hearing him apologies and admit his faults had made you a bit happy, because to you it meant that he really did care

Obviously you couldn't forgive him completely just yet

But you two decided to start working on rebuilding your brothers-relationship all over again

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot blurb #beeblurbs

[flautistsandpeonies]

End Racism in the OTW: AITA For Always Buying My Wife Cooking Themed Presents?

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Chapter Summary: Jin Zixuan posts on the AITA Reddit.

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So, I’ve [23M] recently come under hot water with my wife [25F] after I gave her another anniversary gift. It was a 20-piece cobalt blue dutch cooking set with matching cooking mats, oven mitts, cutting board, and utensils. I was planning to have that one shipped to our summer house in the Mediterranean since we were going there for a vacation soon, but it looks like I might be returning it. I thought that she would really like it as cooking has been her favorite hobby ever since she was a child. I usually get her a new cooking set for each house we buy; like I got her a bronze cooking set after we bought a flat in France, but this time it actually made her really upset! She burst into tears and started talking about how we never truly talked about the things we liked to do when we were courting and how we’ve fixed ourselves into a relationship where we give each other meaningless gifts. She also likened us to our parents’ marriages, only that we didn’t fight as much as they do.

I got upset at first and shot back that she never tried to talk to me about any other things that she liked; that she only ever showed me the side of her that liked to cook. In the heat of the moment, I also made the quip that “unlike our fathers, I’m not afraid to divorce you if this marriage turns sour”. However, I really regret what I said and I want to make it up to her. I’m not really sure how to do that, however. Usually I buy her a gift if she gets a bit miffed with me, but I think that would only make this situation worse. I’m not the best with words either, and I’m afraid I may make her cry again.

As things are, we haven’t spoken in a couple days. We still sleep in the same bed and whenever I wake up breakfast is done, and lunch and dinner is cooked while I’m working, so things have only really changed on the social side of things.

Everyone, I really love my wife. I will admit that I used to not like her because when we were younger our mothers made a deal that if we were two separate genders then we would have to marry when we were older. I hated the idea of marrying someone I didn’t love, and I took the arranged marriage out on her by pretty much either pretending she didn’t exist or I was kind of rude to her.

I got lucky when I was 16, I went to a prestigious school program offered by one of the other families in our social circles. My wife’s little brother and foster brother were allowed to attend, and about three months in I said something kinda bad and her foster brother knocked my lights out, so our fathers ended up breaking the engagement. You may be thinking “how is that lucky?”, but by breaking the engagement I wasn’t forced to be with her, and a couple years later I decided to actually try to get to know her a bit and ended up falling in love. So, I guess I should probably thank her foster brother for punching me too huh?

But anyway, how should I fix this? Can I fix this? Or was I too much of an asshole and ruined my marriage to the best thing that’s ever happened me ever since my dad got sick and had to step down as family head?

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Comments:

Marshmallow-Strap-On: YTA she’s probably sick and tired of you buying the same old things. You should really just try and sit down and talk things out. Maybe try to write down what you want to say to her since you have trouble voicing things out? -Original Poster: That’s an idea. I’ll definitely try it. --Marshmallow-Strap-On: Do you have any idea as to what her other hobbies may be? ---Original Poster: Honestly? No. You see, my wife was reared to be the “perfect madam” like all other heiresses in our social network, meaning she’s supposed to be able to handle the financials of the household, play an instrument, know a bit of strategy, that sort of thing. Other things such as hobbies, while she may have some, is not supposed have any interaction with the husband’s life and duties, as ugly as it is to say. ----Marshmallow-Strap-On: ....Oh my word..... (Click Here to Continue Thread)

Blade: YTA -Original Poster: Thanks...

10000-Karot-Blade: NTA, she should be grateful you even remembered to buy her anything. I own a few houses myself and my wife never complains about what I give her. Your wife sounds pretty selfish tbh, maybe you should think about that divorce. -Bach-Chow: Yeah right, I think I met your wife. Her name’s Brazzer’s Inflatable Princess, am I right? --10000-Karot-Blade: Oh fuck off, you dirty sewer rat. I’ll have you know I am a member of the elite Golden Phoenix Order, and I will not have you say such slander to me, over the internet or not. ---Original Poster: ...Zixun, is this you? ----10000-Karot-Blade: It is me, cousin. I can’t believe that you are looking to the lower class to solve your marital problems. Your father would be disappointed in you, the head of the family seeking help from the internet. ----Bach-Chow: This asshole is your fucking cousin? -----Original Poster: Small world, isn’t it? And no, he doesn’t have a wife, most woman are afraid of him. ------Bach-Chow: That brings me dread rather than pleasure. (Click Here to Continue Thread)

Russian-Doll: YTA, but since it seems like you want to do better, here’s some advice from a woman who’s been married for thirty-seven years. You two need to sit down and have a long talk about each other. Make sure to listen more than you speak, apologize if you interrupt her and do your damnest not to do it again. This conversation isn’t about who was “right” in the previous argument, it’s about gaining a better understanding of who you both are as people. -Original Poster: Oh my heaven, thank you, thank you, thank you so much. --Russian-Doll: It’s alright dear. How long have you been married? ---Original Poster: Two years, but we dated for four years, and we’ve known each other since we were children. ----Russian-Doll: Mhmm, and you said your mothers arranged your marriage, but then your fathers broke it up? -----Original Poster: Yeah. Our fathers know arranged marriages very intimately as they didn’t want to marry our mothers. Especially in my wife’s father’s case, he was forced to by his and his wife’s parents. ------Russian-Doll: He was forced to marry her!? (Click Here to Continue Thread)

Spy-Kids: Wait, so your moms wouldn’t have allowed ya’ll to get married if ya’ll were the same gender? -Original Poster: Nope. They would have had us been sworn siblings instead. --Spy-Kids: What planet do you people come from? ---Original Poster: I don’t follow your line of questioning.” ----Spy-Kids: Your mothers are homophobic? -----Original Poster: My mother has not mentioned her opinion on LGBT people, but yes my wife’s mother is homophobic. Unless we have the urge to become deaf we try not to bring it up in front of her. -------Spy-Kids: Jesus (Click Here to Continue Thread)

Small-Chungus: YTA. Odd, this is the second time I’ve heard about rich families and arranged marriages in a span of like a couple months. Quick question, your wife’s mother wouldn’t be happening to try to take her foster brother to court would she? -Original Poster: Umm, actually yeah she is... How would you know about this? --Small-Chungus: Here https://www.reddit.com/r/AmItheAsshole/comments/jc1ch1/aita_for_sticking_up_for_my_mother_against_my_father_and_foster_sibling/ ---Original Poster: ......Oh my heaven. Oh my fuck, a-Li has to read this. ----Small-Chungus: a-Li? -----Original Poster: My wife’s nickname. Oh my fuck she is gonna be so mad about this. ------Who-Killed-Roger-Rabbit: Wait, what happened? ------- Who-Killed-Roger-Rabbit: Ok, nvm. Holy shit, that guy’s your brother-in-law? What am asshole! --------Original Poster: This is so fucking crazy, he’s lost his fucking mind. Oh shit, I hope Lan Wangji hasn’t heard about this, he’s dead if he has. ---------Small-Chungus: Who’s Lan Wangji? (Click Here to Continue Thread)

Cooking-Companions: YTA for owning so many houses, nepotism baby. -Original Poster: Buying a house is cheaper than renting a space for a few months or getting a hotel. --Cooking-Companions: How many houses do you own? ---Original Poster: I will not tell you as I can tell your reply will not be respectful. ----Cooking-Companions: You do not need more than one house. There are thousands of people in the world who could use that space daily than you on your little vacations. -----Original Poster: I am a philanthropist, I can assure you I’m not like the other members of my family who flaunt their wealth and lord themselves over others. ------Cooking-Companions: I cannot relay to you how much I do not fucking care. (Click Here to Continue Thread)

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Edit:

I’ve decided to update everyone on how things went with my wife.

So...it went really well!

I sucked it up and sat her down in the living room and we talked it out for hours. We went over our relationship from the beginning to now, we talked about our childhoods, our parents, our hobbies, pretty much everything.

I’ve learned that my wife loves wood carving, pyrography, map making, embroidery, and jet skiing! And she also likes the idea of entomology but her mother wouldn’t allow her to get into it cause it’s not “lady like”. I’m gonna get her some books on entomology as a surprise gift when we head to the Mediterranean.

We’ve also decided to talk to a marriage counselor. While we were still in the no talking phase my wife apparently spoke to her foster brother and he suggested counseling. I agreed cause it can’t hurt can it?

I’d like to thank everyone who gave me a push in the right direction. Our marriage is saved because of you all!

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Comments:

Im-Mister-Heat-Mister: Looks like your NTA now, good job my guy.

Small-Chungus: Congrats man. Here’s to you becoming a better husband. NTA

Marshmallow-Strap-On: NTA anymore. Those entomology books sound like wonderful gift; hope she likes them!

Russian-Doll: Wonderful job young man. NTA

10000-Karot-Blade: I’m disappointed in you cousin. -Bach-Chow: Oh shut the fuck up, asshole

Cooking-Companions: So when are you going to give your extra homes to the homeless?

Breath-of-the-Wild: Looks like you owe your brother-in-law once again. -Original Poster: Oh heaven, yeah I know, guess I should probably do something nice for him. Uhh. Guess I could send him a pre-wedding gift? --Breath-of-the-Wild: He’s getting married? ---Original Poster: Yeah, he’s marrying the second son of another influential family. They hit it off in secondary school. ----Breath-of-the-Wild: Awesome, yeah dude, send them a gift! -----Original Poster: Now I only got to think what. Hmm, maybe some Emperor’s Smile. He likes that wine, but his fiancee doesn’t drink. (Click Here to Continue Thread)

WAP: I never considered you the asshole, and I believe that you should rethink this decision with your wife. If you are as rich as I believe then she could be a hindrance to your future goals. Certainly there are better woman out there? -Original Poster: I’m not divorcing the love of my life. --WAP: Love and business cannot mix my boy. If your love for her overcomes your work, then your work will fail. There are people who probably rely on you more than your wife; you should think of them too. ---Original Poster: I don’t think you understand. I love my wife. I don’t want “better”. I want her. ----WAP: Are you sure? -----Original Poster: Of course I’m sure. ------WAP: Are you sure you’re sure? -------Original Poster: Why the hell are you so invested in my life? --------WAP: I had a son in an arranged marriage just like you, in which the arrangement was dissolved just like yours. He ended up marrying her and parts of his business started to fail rapidly, but he was too in love with her meekness to do anything about it. ---------Original Poster: Listen, I don’t know if your lying or telling the truth, but what happened to your son is not happening to me. My work is doing well. ----------WAP: If your cousin above is a member of the Golden Phoenix Order like he claims then you are likely a high ranking member of the Jin family. Their profits have sunk since the clan head axed some of the business’s partners. ----------Original Poster: You mean he axed the people who were laundering money from less fortunate people. Of course they were axed. I’d rather have less money than hurt innocent people! -----------WAP: Your business is sure to crumble. How can you stand by such childish thoughts? ------------Original Poster: Get the fuck off my post asshole.

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Author’s Notes:

Another one done! Believe it or not, Jin Zixuan was a bit harder to write than Jiang Cheng, not because he’s hard to understand, but because there’s so little of him in the canon story I had to find a way to actually give this chapter substance.

Hmm, gimme ideas on who I should do next. Su She? Jin Zixun? Wen Chao or Wen Xu? The possibilities are endless, and I’m excited to try and come up with something new.

Read my Prompts and Other WIPs [Here]

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #grand master of demonic cultivation #founder of demonic cultivation #founder of diabolism #gdc #the untamed #mdzs fanfiction #my writing #jin zixuan #jzx #jiang yanli #jyl #modern au #oc #original character #cql #mdzs fic rec #End OTW Racism

[wyvern-flames]

OK sorry for the expresso depresso of my last ooc post. My brain just suddenly was like "what if you're sad now???" for like a whole minute and it got to me a bit, but you guys definitely gave me the boost to get back into the regular mindset of "enjoy your time while you can and if you lose friends or people you love along the way, the memories are everlasting" I can just be happy that I had fun and continue onward.

Thank you, really. I hope I don't fall again and make it everyone's problem. If I ever do write about it again (something I seem to do a lot with that subject) just ignore it, I'll just remind myself of your kind words instead! But thank you so much again, I truly appreciate ALL of you and hope to have lots of fun!

#♞ 「 out of conflagration 」 (ooc) #SORRY FOR BACK TO BACK OOC just wanted to say thanks!

[pieroulette]

hiiii! first off, "bombastic side eye" on your recent post, that made me laugh so hard!!! i really like the route 1 series and the image of your yandere character is perfect. i am curious and wanted to know what exactly was it about the reader that caused heeseung to go yandere. i know he liked her from the messages but after finding out that he was tricked i know he was mad at her and started dating her sister to get close to reader to rip "her to pieces" but from what i understand he saw her and then went from "i want to kill you for tricking me" to "i love you so much". if i understand that correctly what was it about reader when you wrote that part that made him really fall for her? was it her face or her eyes or maybe her body? also how exactly did he find out that it was reader that made the fake profile? i binged read the entire series but i remember jake mentioning saying something it sounded like the reader and not her sister when he read the messages, did jake tell heeseung or unnie? or did he just stalk unnie and find out that way?

i lvoe the story and am excited for the last chapter and the next future routes stories. but i really love the readerxheeseung, i hope we get to see some more of them in the future route stories if they are all a part of the same universe. cheers!

Hi! And lmao I'm glad it made you laugh 😂<3 and thank you so much, i'm happy to hear this from you! Thank you again.

To answer your questions, first of all on how HS somehow change from a murderous demon to a lovesick one is, well, you could say it's like love at first all over again. The reason why he's so pissed is in the beginning is because "the girl he loves fooled him", not that he doesn't love her anymore but he was like a feral dog with the unfortunate truth unraveling itself before him 💀✌️ of course he's mad, but that's because he's in love, so seeing MC for the first time before his eyes made him change his plans a bit to the final outcome of the previous chapter.

Second, no. This might be a huge spoiler idk but lol, anyways no. It's not Jake. The reason of how he found out that it was MC, was two of the mistakes she did in the first few chapters 👹. I wrote it in a rlly rlly subtle way, in a way that doesn't seem important at first glance. But that's how HS found out it was her.

And I'll reveal it in the last episode! Though, try to read along the lines abit more because the clue is just right there.

Again, thank you so much for this kind words and encouragement! It gave me inspiration boost haha, thank you 💜

#myanonz #yuanzfavourite💕

[silveny-dreams]

I’m not sure if what was you — I think it was! But my memory is like… the equivalent of a colander — but a few years ago, in 2019/2020 (I think), I was on the KotLC Discord server, and I was dealing with some things, and you and I somehow began talking.

When I left Discord, we kept in touch via email, and you helped me with a whole lot. I remember that. It was a very difficult time in my life, and I couldn’t turn to anyone in real life and you… you just let a complete stranger email you all of their insecurities, and you gave advice and comforted me, and looking back, I honestly cannot believe that you did all of that and did it about a month (or even longer — I’m not sure, my memory is… Not It).

I will never be able to express how much that meant to me and words are inadequate for the difference and positive impact you had, and have, on me. I shudder to think of where I may be now, or if I might even have been here now, had you not been such a pillar of strength when I needed it most. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, with all my heart. Words truly fall short, but I think of you sometimes, and how selfless and kind you were to a thirteen year old who didn’t know how to talk to people, who was dealing with more than she could keep up with. Just… again, I’m not sure if I have the right person (I think I do! But it I’m wrong, I’m so sorry, just delete this). But if I do: thank you, Em. Thank you for everything.

I’m sixteen now, taking life by the horns at every moment. I have friends, both online and offline. My family and I are much closer. I am mostly at peace with myself. Just, in case you ever wonder about that email chain of ours: I turned out alright, and so much of that is thanks to you. I think you saved my life. And I do not have the words to express the depth of my thanks for that, but I just hope that life has been treating you with the same happiness and goodness that it has granted me. You are such an amazing person, and I wish you all the best. I hope you’re doing well, amazing, great. I hope that you have people in your life who know how lucky they are to have you.

But most of all: thank you. You… saved a kids’ life. And you won’t get a news article for it, as people who do things like that often do, but you will have kept a teenager on this Earth for longer than they thought they would be here. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

You obviously don’t have to post/reply to this. I… just wanted you to know, you know?

Oh my goodness!!! Nonnie!!!! I am so so glad to see this ❤️❤️

I am so sorry to say that I don’t think this is meant for me! I do not remember emailing with anyone in kotlc fandom, although I imagine we ran into one another on kotlc discord if we were there in 2019/2020 ❤️ if whoever you remember goes by “Em”, the only people I could imagine this meaning would be either @suldreen-saga or @three-gulons-in-a-trenchcoat ? If anyone knows who this anon is meant for, PLEASE reach out and let me know so I can signal boost ❤️

I am SO SO GLAD to hear that you are doing better, regardless of whether it was me you spoke to or not 🥺❤️ I am so, so glad to hear that there was someone there for you to talk to and to bond with during such a difficult time for you! Being 13-16 is SO hard, I remember how much I hated it, and I am beyond relieved to know that you’re making it through ❤️❤️ things really do get better, I promise! There are better and better things in store for you and I am so proud of you for continuing on through the hard stuff to get there ❤️

#literally if this is meant for you then congratulations holy moly man there is no higher praise than this #nonnie you are doing amazing sweetie I’m seriously so glad for you #ask #anon #anonymous #signal boost

[thatsalrightprettymama]

Tabloid Troubles

A/N: This fic is for the lovely @jolovesfandoms ! Thank you again for requesting! I really had fun with this request, and hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it.

Rating: PG-13, Cussing.

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety.

Sitting on the piano bench in the studio Capitol booked, you read the awful article that graced the magazine your manager gave you. Reading the words, you couldn’t help but feel upset. Their false speculations, insinuating that you were only with Elvis to boost your own career, made you so angry. Angry that all the work you’ve done performing at fairs, sleepless nights, constant travel, and all the fighting you had to do to get your foot in the door totally washed aside. Completely ignored that you clawed your way from the Mississippi mud like Elvis. You were already signed with Capitol and had a record out when you met him. The only time Elvis got involved with your career was when you were telling him something or asking his opinion as your partner. He also did the same to you, yet there were no articles talking about how his music or career had changed,

 It also hurt you that they would also try to say that you were that kind of person. That you would do that and use someone as amazing as Elvis. You had never met anyone that was as sweet, kind, and generous as him. To be honest you don’t believe you had ever met anyone like him before, or ever would. He was so much more than the pretty face of a Rock ‘N’ Roll king. You genuinely loved the young southern gentleman. You couldn’t believe he had always just been a few hours away or circling the same circuit through the south and not meet him sooner than you had. Life was a bit odd like that, always reminding you how big yet small it was. You’ll always be grateful your manager booked you that one show where you met him. That meeting allowed you to meet and fall in love with Elvis.

Though now it seemed all these months later, your serendipitous relationship with the handsome man were starting to face trails. Your blissful bubble with Elvis finally popped. While yes you were used to some media attention that came with your relationship, it wasn’t overtly critical as it had been starting to get. Upset you finish reading the article before slamming it down on the bench next to you. “What is this shit, Hank? Where do these people get the gall to say I’m riding coattails when I’ve been sellin’ records? Don’t these people have anything better to do!” You exclaim ranting at your manager, fully upset now. “Hey little birdy I didn’t show you to upset ya. I know I can be an ass, but I ain’t mean.” Hank tells you in a brotherly tone before sitting on the bench next to ya. “I showed ya, cause you’re gonna have to get some thick skin if you’re gonna be with that boy. I know you’re used to the press talking about you, and a bit about Elvis, that’s part of the business. “The older man begins to tell you as he watches your upset form. “But this is different. That boy is on scrutiny on a whole ‘nother level. I’m not telling ya to scare ya or try to get ya to leave him, I see how happy he makes you. I just need you to prepare for this and more if you’re gonna be with him. You gotta be prepared to fight through bullshit like this.” Hank tells you honestly as he pats your back, trying to comfort you.

Sighing you slump your shoulders before you tiredly expressed, “I know Hank, I know I’m gonna have to fight all the negative things that’ll be said, and I know you ain’t trying to be mean. I know I’ll have to toughen up on this, but it’s so hard Hank.” Biting your lips, you pause before admitting to him, “I love music so much Hank, you know this. I’ve been chasing this dream ever since I sang in that pageant Mama put me in when I was little. Now I’ve started that dream, and I found someone that I can share it with. Someone that understands it. I’ve also found that person that I can love while I chase my dreams. “Glancing at the brown-haired man next to you, you see his lip tug down lightly as he places his arm on your shoulder. “I never thought that I could really be in a honest relationship and love someone with this life, I thought it was one or the other till I met Elvis.” You finish giving him a sad smile. “I know sweetheart, and you’ll have me Elvis, the Presley’s, and Dolly in your corner to help you fight, but if you feel that way it’s worth the struggle.” Hank tells you as you start to calm some. “Now how about I give you a moment, and after we cut two songs you can go home?” Hank asks you kindly as you nod. He gives you small smile, grabbing the magazine as he gets off the bench and goes to the booth of the studio.

After a few moments you collect yourself and give Hank the signal. Somehow you manage to stay focused and cut the two songs without too many takes. Gathering your stuff, you say goodbye to Hank and the band before heading to your apartment. The whole walk home your earlier feelings came back and flooded you. Your mind swarming with thoughts as you got to your apartment. Feeling down and upset you drop your bag and kick your shoes off at the door. You shuffle to your room and put on a Patsy Cline record before flopping onto your bed, letting all your thoughts swarm. You knew Elvis was worth the fight, and that you shouldn’t care what strangers thought, but you just wanted to simply love Elvis. Hearing your phone ring, you just close your eyes and ignore it. Letting your thoughts take over as Patsy croons background noise. Unknown to you it was Hank calling to give you the day off. When you don’t answer, he assumes that you’re with Elvis, and decided to call him. When Elvis answers and tells him that you aren’t there, and he hadn’t seen you. Hanks gets worried and tells Elvis about the day you had at the studio.

So that’s why after the record stopped, and your anxiety had finally tipped into an attack, that you didn’t hear Elvis knock at first. As you’re breathing quickened with your mind, you heard the loud knocks coming from the door. The sound unintentionally overstimulating you more as the attack started to sink in. Though it didn’t seem long after the knocks had stopped you heard steps and saw Elvis in the doorway of your room. “Oh Y/N baby.” He softly says as his blue eyes take in the scene of you curled up in an anxiety attack. His long legs quickly carried him to your bed as he got in next to you. “C’mon babe you gotta calm down, look at me.” Elvis says softly but firmly, his warm deep command having you pull your frantic eyes into his. “There ya go doll, now copy me, follow my breathes.” He continues to command softly as he slowly breathes in and out. It takes a moment, but you manage to match his breathing. “I-I’m sorry you had to see that.” You softly whisper to him after he finally gets you to calm down. “Oh baby, you ain’t gotta be sorry for nutthin’.” He tells you softly as his blue eyes look at you. tenderly. “Hank told me about the studio Y/N, I hate that those idiots caused this spewin’ lies.” His deep voice comments as he pulls you into his chest. “I know I shouldn’t let it bother me, but I can’t help it Elvis. What did I ever do to make someone wanna write bullshit like that about me?” You say leaning into his chest, voice small. You feel his plush lips press against your hair before his deep voice warmly tells you, “Darlin you didn’t do a damn thing, and yeah you shouldn’t let you bother you, but it’s ok when it does.”

You snuggle more into his warm embrace, listening to every word come of his mouth warm and tenderly. Showing more of the sweet man you loved. “I know I can’t stop em,’ I wish I could make em’ stop, but at the end of it all their lies don’t matter. At the end of the day we know the truth, the people that matter know the truth, and anyone that can get their head’s outta their own asses and see the smiles in the pictures their lying about will see the truth. So, no matter how hard it gets just remember that, and that I love you Y/N. “He tenderly tells you, his deep voiced laced with love and warmth during his little monologue. His last comment making you give a brief giggle, him smiling as he hears it. “Oh, I love you, Elvis. I really do,” you tell him softly as you move your head to glance back up at him. Looking into his beautiful ocean eyes, you see pure love shinning through them. Squeezing your heart as you swear you fall in love with him more. “You always seem to know how to make everything better.” You confess to him as you look into his eyes. Loving the way his smile seemed to always light up his face. “Good darlin’ that’s what I’m supposed to do. I’m your man. All I wanna do is love you and give you the world.” Elvis sweetly confesses before leaning down to press his soft plush lips into yours. Kissing you so softly and tenderly as his hand gently cupped your face. Breaking apart you glanced up at him, eyes shining with adoration, You two spend a few moments like that. Sharing sweet soft kisses, staring at each other like love drunk fools.

You smile and snuggle into his chest, breathing him in as he rubs his hand up and down your arm. Feeling warm, loved, and calmed; you start to feel a bit tired from the long day. After a yawn manages to escape you, you feel Elvis kiss your head. “Go to sleep baby, I’ll be here. Hank said you got tomorrow off, so just rest Y/N. I’ll still be here when you wake up.” He murmurs in his deep voice as his warm breath brushes against you head as he pulls you closer. Humming comfortably, you relax into his hold. “Alright then baby, I love you.” You sleepily utter, his warm embrace and the bed lulling you to sleep quickly. It wasn’t too long while he was watching you sleep, that Elvis followed suit. Falling asleep holding you against him.

#Fic request #austin butler elvis fic #austin butler elvis #elvis #elvis 2022 fic #elvis fic #austin butler

[shinakazami1]

Been busy lately so I don’t have much time to review and edit, but here I am! (this was supposed to be sent on the anniversary.) (edit 1: It’s already (edit 2: halfway through) november.)

(edit 3: i gave up. words be damned, i’m sending this. there should have been more. curse you writing)

(edit 4: reminder. write a long ask anywhere else except the actual tumblr ask window. sending again just to make sure i didn’t hallucinate all this- it would be so, very embarassing...)

hehehehehe love your art. Crunchy. Pringles. Crushing it in my mouth. yummy colors and perspective (That bucket sexyman design looking kinda fine though.,..i mean who said that) (->absolutely normal behavior)

I love how you interact with others’ art, leaving your comments and compliments. Really appreciate that little motivation boost and positivity you spread :)

As seen from Paratober, you seem to take the prompts beyond their face value and messed around with the concepts of those prompts (gonna put Jester in a carton box hehe. Can we have Jester loafing? Loafing in a box?)

Personally I’m not a writer, so I don’t know how you guys’ brains work but I love how you come up with interesting ideas stemming from the game’s original material, expanding, digging deeper into them. I look up at you all in wonder hehe

Also, I read unheard wishes.

You see, I rarely ever seek out angst. I came in there with “this is gonna hurt but I can totally bring myself through this”

Boy was I wrong. Now, because I didn’t read it properly enough to leave a comment that would do it justice (time restraints get you like that), I won’t give a lengthy review. But just so you know, my general feelings were “who do you think you are. did you really think you had the right to hurt me like this. *inhales* aaaaaaaaaAA *cars crashing glass breaking sound effects idk* *lays motionless on the ground* (affectionate)”

Maybe i’ll read your filk wip next. Biology is fun :]

It’s your way with the images you make for your stories and art. Candlecurator? Whatever’s up with fernarrator? I’m not listing the ones in your writings. A lazy, lazy anon I am, I know. [insert another keyboard smash]

I haven’t been here for a while so i don’t really remember much, sorry ;; (-> fake fan detected?!? *vine boom*)

Your theories definitely left the strongest impressions on me. How do you all think like that?? (this goes to the rest of you, tsp theorists/analysts/meta. what are you all on??? damn. give me some.). Perhaps it’s a writer’s thing, maybe I’m just incompetent in this deep thinking kind of stuff.

My favourite was the nature connection theory. Absolutely ate that up. (definitely not because of my bias for plants and nature-related stuff, noooo-). You somehow connected the plants in the parable, creating these wonderful strings of text about what you saw in these plants, the implications, and then sharing those ideas to us. Give me your braincells, shina. Give me-

[Close your eyes.]

Anyway- I think you’re pretty neat :]

Have a nice day!

✨✨✨!!!!!307 ANON!!!✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

ᴬᵍᵃᶦⁿ since I was already writing a draft to respond to your previous ask. The fact you have this copy makes me hope you are saving these asks somewhere because I lost a lot of posts thanks to the great Tumblr editing system....

Happy (belated and too early at the same time hehe) anniversary 307 :] To your edits - PLEASE start writing drafts somewhere else oshsaoifas I don't want you to lose your versions again. You might say you are not a writer but you decide to write such beautiful comments and asks - value your words more :]

Anon. I have an exam this week so it will take my energy but DO KNOW YOU WILL GET BUCKET SEXYMEN SKETCH. I imagine you will see it in a few months but,,, I hope you will like it, just like you like my art in general.

I feel now in retrospect so silly I hadn't done this sooner!! While I sometimes don't have the energy to comment on other people's stuff in my own comments, I know how much joy being told your words could make someone happy :] And I love interacting like that!! Shared appreciation!!! That's why I adore Tumblr in general - it feels most organic in that ability to engage with others as a social media.

I'm glad you like the Paratober prompts! I am happy I mixed the prompts to try to get even more creative with them!! And feel free to put him in every box!! Some old art of Jester in a box:

(I gotta finally start uploading my old art I do have. There is so much...

FEEL FREE PLEASE TO LEAVE MORE COMMENTS EVEN A SILLY ONE BUT OUGHHH I am so proud of Unheard WIshes so thank you so much <333333 Glad you could enjoy

Just remember anon that I do not know your age and the rating for Filk is Mature so please respect the ratings :]]] Ao3 tagging system is there for a reason!! However I still keep on getting opinions that Filk seems to target 16+ demographic since it's more South Park style...But still, please respect it :]

Oh sure, you are so lazy *looks at your very detailed an amazing asks* so lazy. But WAH THIS IS LIKE??? A VERY RARE CANDLECURATOR APPRECIATION??? Like I know folks see Fernator and like him but to hear you like her means so much to me ;;;;;;

And hey - life gets busy :] The fact you wanted to come again, read my story and wrote this, rewrote even god knows how many times... I will always think fondly of you.

DUDE OUGH I need to return to theories, I have so many yet to share,,, you wanting one means a lot to me :} I worked hard on the Fernator theory post so I am glad to hear you could enjoy it! I might do a pool on what people could want hehe

[Closes my eyes and tries to close yours]

I think you are very neat, 307 anon. Thank you, for being you and I hope I will see you one day again. Every ask, I worry it's also a farewell. And then - you come back. I hope you are okay out there - I hope your life, even if so busy, gives you moments of happiness and calmness.

Have a lovely day, 307 :]

#307 anon #307 #anon #ask #i shake you #SO FUCKIGN HARD #I LOVE YOUR ASKS #I SAW YOUR FIRST ONE #AND LIKE #I HAD READ IT SEVERAL TIMES BEFORE WRITING A DRAFT I WANTED TO FINISH TODAY #AND THEN #I SEE ANOTHER ONE #AND WAS LIKE #'oh fuck. of course tumblr glitches out.' #but then I read it again #And I was like #'*gasp* the edit 4 is different...oh ma gawd this madlad' #I HOPE YOU WILL SEE THIS #IF NOT I WILL BE SO FRICKING SAD #AND THE BUCKET ART I AM WORKING ON IT BUT IT WILL TAKE A BIT TO FINISH #BUT WAHAHAH #WAAAAAAAAAAH #YOU ARE #SUCH A BLESSING #A SWEETHEART #I SHAKE YOU #I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE WORK YOU READ #I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY #SO FRICKING #AWESOME

[syos-princess]

Shopping Trip

Pairing: Syoko x Jules (Pink Lipstick AU)

Taglist: @of-comfort-and-love @sirius-to-pup @winterbl0ss0m (ok to rb)

Word Count: 1000+

TW: None

Info: I really never posted this story! It’s the one that I wrote months ago shortly before I made the Pink Lipstick AU for real. It’s written in Third Person but I‘ll write the next in my usual First Person again. I just prefer First Person… *shy chuckle*

One Saturday evening…

The warm spring weather had finally arrived which gave Jules and her girlfriend, Syoko, a reason to go out shopping for new clothes. Well, Syoko was actually the one who dragged Jules to the mall but the brunette didn’t complain. It’s not like she could ever say no to her. Her blonde girlfriend’s excitement always gave her an energy boost as well.

“What do you think, Princess? Does it suit me?”, asked Syoko while standing in front of the shop‘s many clothing racks.

Jules slightly shook her head in amusement. This was already the 10th or so top she showed her. And Syoko would’ve looked amazing in all of them. How could she not?

“You’d look great in it, Syoko…!”

“Aww, thank you~! I definitely wanna try this on, too!”

“Hihi, but you already have a handful to try on, babe!”, the brunette countered lightheartedly.

The blonde girl let out a sweet laugh and readjusted the pile of potential new tops in Jules’ arms, who was really kind to offer to help Syoko carry her stuff. She gently put the new one onto the others.

“You can never have too much clothing, my love! What if there is an urgent style incident and you need extra or something specific? Besides, some of it is actually meant for you!”, Syoko answered.

Jules blushed immediately. The young brunette was glad that her mask covered it up for the most part. At least, she hoped it did. Not that it would have mattered. Her girlfriend always knew exactly when she blushed or became shy around her which Syoko quite enjoyed. The glint in Syoko’s light blue eyes said everything.

“For…for me? How?”, wondered Jules.

The older blonde’s gaze softened and she stepped closer to her girlfriend. Jules could almost recognize Syoko’s smile underneath her mask. Not that teasing or smug smile she likes to show sometimes but the soft, sweet, loving one which is only meant for the brunette girl. Jules could see her girlfriend much clearer in this close proximity and so she couldn’t help but to admire her a little.

Syoko went with her high ponytail as usual but she also added a few extra waves. The bangs framed the soft contours of her face perfectly. Her beautiful eyes were literally popping with the light pink eyeshadow and subtle hint of black mascara and eyeliner. Under the mask’s fabric, despite the situation, Jules knew that Syoko hid the matching, long-lasting, blush lip gloss that she loves to wear almost every day.

Her girlfriend looked absolutely gorgeous. Jules still couldn’t believe that someone amazing like Syoko chose to date someone like her. Somebody so…average. The young brunette didn’t know how long she just stood there until she felt a light tug on her cheek and that made her come back to her senses.

“H-huh? What…?”, she let out, confused.

Jules saw that Syoko was still standing in front of her and was chuckling. The tug she felt came from the blonde’s hand, probably to bring her back to reality which it did.

“Haha, there you are! Did you hear anything I said?”

“Oh! Uh, the…green one…?”

No, Jules didn’t listen to anything she said. Syoko clicked her tongue in disapproval but giggled right after. The younger girl got even more embarrassed and looked away.

“No, silly~!”, Syoko started. “I said that I just love to match clothes with you! And that you’d look so cute in anything from these options. You said that you really liked the wide, frilly, pink shirt with the flowers on it, right?”

The brunette nodded slightly.

“Haha, see? And I really liked the white one which matches so well with the one you liked! We can match just like real couples do! And, since we have the same size, you can wear my clothes solo, too! Then, everyone can see that you’re my beautiful Princess Wife~!”, the blonde finished.

“W-wife? But…we aren’t married…”

Jules almost wanted to add “yet” but decided against it last second. She was too shy to say it out loud. Syoko took one of her soft hands gently in hers.

“Well, that may be true, for now, but you were really happy when I gave you that promise ring you’re wearing…”, her thumb gently ran over the pink jewel while she said that. She was wearing the exact same one on her own finger.

“I’m planning on definitely keeping that promise I gave you that day, you know? I love you, Jules!”, the blonde girl continued happily.

Jules was too stunned to speak at first. Well, more like overwhelmed and incredibly happy. She couldn’t manage to look up at Syoko but instead focused on their still linked hands.

“I…I love you, too…”, she answered quietly.

Jules could feel that her pink cheeks blushed once again. Her girlfriend always had that effect on her. The “con” of being an introvert in a relationship with an extrovert. But she’s always loved that about her. Syoko gently squeezed Jules’ hand.

“Aww, you’re so adorable when you’re shy~! I’d love to kiss you right now, honestly…”

This made the young brunette squeak and she leaned forward to lay her head onto the blonde’s shoulder, obviously trying to hide her embarrassment. Syoko only found this cuter but she didn’t wanna set her poor girlfriend ablaze with the teasing.

“Don’t worry! I was only kidding, Princess. How about we buy some of these clothes and then go for a quick bite? It’s almost noon and I know you don’t like crowded places…”, she offered.

“S…sounds good, babe…”, Jules agreed.

And Syoko didn’t let go of Jules’ hand for the rest of the day…

#💄 pink lipstick au #Just the image of me holding a pile of Syoko‘s maybe new tops while she is throwing more on there! 😂 #But I really didn’t mind! I‘d do anything for her… 🥰💄🌸