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zanarkandskylines · 20 days

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Hiii omg I love your writings so much!!

May i request texting katsuki while reader is drunk in a bar (maybe bc reader just broke up with her previous boyfriend or sth. It’s up to you but please make it spicy 🔥) (also 18+ please 🥹)

ohhhh the things swirling in my head about this!!! thank you for the request nonnie & hope it delivers! 💜

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『 ♡ 』 k.bakugo x fem!reader ꒰ pro-hero au | age 24 | friends to fwb ꒱ ⇢ your week couldn’t get any worse. between a screw up at work and getting dumped out of the blue, you needed to desperately let off some steam. thank goodness the girls were more than happy to take you out for the night in the city and spoil you with a good time. everything’s fine until you receive a text that spirals into an unpredicted hookup.

꒰ tags & warnings ꒱ 18+ MDNI mentions of alcohol, mild/implied smut, suggestive texting, friends to friends with benefits, heavy flirting, sexually comfortable reader, reader went through a break-up, soft bakugo, fluffy ꒰ cross posted to ao3 | wc; ~2.6k ꒱ -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

The bartender hands you the drink you ordered, nodding a thanks when you smile at her. You’re not drunk, per se, but you’re definitely buzzed - that warm and fuzzy feeling dancing through your veins, letting you relax for the first time all week. Tonight's goal was to think about absolutely nothing, to let go of all the shit weighing on your shoulders. Even if it's just for one night, anything to shake away the pain you've been carrying.

But the alcohol seems to be betraying you, forcibly shoving those thoughts to the forefront of your mind instead of burying them.

Memories of your ex begin to haunt you as your mind wanders aimlessly, the dam bursting that was keeping it all at bay. You try and shake your head to rid yourself of the feelings, but they just wouldn’t go away.

God, fuck him and every false promise he made to you.

Some people would consider three months a short amount of time, but to you, it felt like an eternity. He seemed so sweet, caring and kind when you first met, but once he forcibly ripped off your rose-colored glasses? He was nothing but a walking pile of shit.

Suddenly, your phone dings on the bar, lighting up to show a text message notification.

'Who the fuck is texting me so late?'

You blink a few times, re-reading the contact name before it registers: Katsuki Bakugo.

That's rather...odd. He's notorious for going to bed by 9pm - it’s almost midnight. You two were friends, sure, but never the 'text you in the middle of the night' type of friends. Curious to know what he wanted, you open the text to reveal nothing but a picture. When you squint through your hazy vision, you realize just what you're looking at.

It's a picture of Bakugo from the neck down, laying on his bed in nothing but grey sweats that are tugged down and nestled at the bottom of his hip bones. The pose accentuates the delicious deep V below his abs and shows the blonde trail disappearing underneath the hem of his sweatpants. The shadows trace each well-earned muscle, perfectly outlining them in the dim light of his bedroom.

Was this meant for you? Did he send it to you by accident? Your mind goes blank, stopping your previous train of thought about your stupid ex.

…did he send it to you on purpose? Your core pulses at the thought, causing you to cross your legs defensively.

Right on queue, another text pops up, your phone vibrating in your hands.

[katsuki] fuck, sorry. that was an accident

That was a bold face fucking lie, and you knew it. Bakugo's not that stupid to send the wrong text by mistake, especially a selfie. There's no way in hell he would even take a picture like that for someone unless he wanted it to be seen.

Liquid courage does you a favor when you reply, loosely teasing him about it.

[you] damn, katsuki. who's the lucky girl?

You don't notice Mina approaching you with how intently you're staring at your phone screen, startling you when she taps your shoulder.

"What are ya doing over here?! Come dance with us!" she pleads, pulling on your arm. She notices how you're clutching your phone like a lifeline and the coral tint on your cheeks. She quirks an eyebrow at you. "Who are you texting?"

Oh god, find a lie - fast! She'll see right through your facade if you don't.

"No one, just a spam text."

Mina stares at you - shit, she knows you're lying.

"You're a shit liar, babe. Who is it?"

"I got a random text from Katsuki," you admit, the flush in your cheeks deepening at his name. Are you into him, or is it the alcohol in your system? It's no secret that he's attractive, he's always been effortlessly handsome. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't checked him out a few times, but never acted on it. The two of you were friends and you’d assumed he didn't think much else of you.

Mina grabs the phone from your hands, entering in your passcode (how did she know it?!) and reading the texts. Her eyes blow open, pinching the screen to zoom in on the photo. You scramble to grab the phone back to quit her oogling as she's squealing with glee.

"Holy shit!" she yells. "Accident my ass, Blasty. Damn, that's hot."

"Mina! Keep your voice down," you beg, locking the screen to prevent anyone else from seeing.

"No one is listening over this music," she squawks, punching you lightly in the arm. "Come back to us soon you minx!"

And with that, she leaves you at the bar, returning to the dance circle with the rest of your girlfriends. Your phone vibrates a few more times in your hand and recaptures your attention.

[katsuki] thought you'd like a distraction [katsuki] shit, if this is weird, just tell me and i'll fuck off [katsuki] i should've just asked instead

So it was on purpose. You swallow hard as you shakily type out your reply, trying to keep your cool.

[you] it's not weird, what made you think of me? [katsuki] mina wouldn't shut the fuck up about you earlier. sent me pictures of you in the dress you have on, couldn't get it outta my head

When the fuck did Mina do that?! You had thought she was taking pictures of herself earlier at your apartment. That sneaky bitch!

[you] goddammit mina, i'm sorry about her. why would she send them to you?

You see the typing indicator pop up and disappear a few times before his response arrives.

[katsuki] you know how she is, playing matchmaker and shit with everybody [katsuki] honestly? i'm not mad about it [you] oh? [you] so that's why you sent it to me. hell of a pickup line kats [katsuki] fuck off [katsuki] i can't deny that you're gorgeous [you] yeah? feelings mutual

Your face is burning hot, sitting at the bar in disbelief that Bakugo's flirting with you. And it was all because he was infatuated with what you're wearing? He couldn't get it out of his head?

You're still debating on whether you want to yell at or thank Mina for igniting this fire. [katsuki] where are you right now? [you] sitting at the bar, some club in the city

Another picture is delivered to you on screen and has your jaw dropping to the floor.

The picture is closer to his face this time, cut off at his cheekbones and barely illuminated as Bakugo's fingers are parted over his mouth. His tongue is lazily hanging above his bottom lip with a string of salvia attached to one of his fingers.

Your legs twitch as you bite your lip, imagining his face slotted between your thighs.

[you] holy shit, katsuki...fuck [katsuki] find a bathroom or some dark corner [katsuki] there's more where that came from. just say the word, princess

The pet name is doing things to you that you didn't think was possible. Your overloaded with a sudden rush of arousal, heat twisting in your belly at his promise. Grabbing your bag from the chair, you bolt to the nearest bathroom and lock the door behind you. Luckily, this club's on the nicer side, the bathroom not being as scummy as you thought it would be. You set your things on the counter and grab your phone, turning the camera on and pointing it in the mirror.

If that's how he wanted to play? You could play right back.

[you] that deserves a reward

The photo attached shows your breast pushed closed together, daring to spill out of the top of your dress and wearing the poutiest lip you could muster.

Bakugo’s response is immediate.

[katsuki] goddamn, your tits look amazing in that dress [you] would you believe me if i said they look better out of it?

You turn the camera back on and click the record button, sensually slipping the top of your dress down and letting your breasts loosely lay over the bust. Your nipples are pebbled from the rousing desire flowing through you, making them standing perfectly at attention. You give the camera a wink and squeeze one of your breasts playfully. Once you're happy with the video, you send it with no hesitation and readjust your dress. [katsuki] holy fuck [katsuki] you alone? That's not the response you expected, but you roll with it. [you] yeah, one person bathroom

- Incoming Call: Katsuki Bakugo -

You stare at the contact screen for a few seconds before picking up.

"Hey Kat," you greet, nervousness wracking your body, the thrill of the situation making your heart flutter.

"I wanted 'ta hear your voice instead," Bakugo groans, heavy breaths following his words. "I never thought you'd...want to do this with me."

You can't help but laugh under your breath. "Never thought you wanted to, either."

You're thankful that your not drunk off your ass after all - you want to remember this. You're tipsy, but coherent.

And turned on to high heaven.

Bakugo breaks the silence before you cut him off. "I know you're fresh outta-"

"Katsuki, he's not worth mentioning. I'm focused on you right now."

"Yeah? Tell me more."

"I'd love to see what you're hiding under those sweats, Dynamight. I'm practically a puddle just thinking about it. How do you think my lips would look wrapped around you?"

You can hear Bakugo exhale into the phone and groan. He tries to hide it, but fails miserably.

"Cat got your tongue, huh? Too forward?"

"N-no. It's fuckin' hot. Shit," he whispers with baited breath. "God, what club are you at again?"

"The one near Shibuya station. Crystal Crown, I think. Why?"

There's a pause before you hear various clicks and a beep or two from his side before he answers.

"Changed my mind, this ain't happenin' over the phone the first time. You're 15 minutes from my place, I'm comin' to get ya."

You can feel your panties soak from your excitement, clenching at the thought of him just ravaging you in his car and not being able to make it back to his apartment before touching you like a man starved.

"Coming to sweep me off my feet or to fuck my brains out?" The words spill from your lips before you can stop them, but you don’t regret it when you hear Bakugo moan in response - loudly.

"Fuckin’ - have you been stockpilin’ this shit ‘ta say to me?" He laughs. “You’re gonna kill me before I leave the damn apartment.”

“Didn’t think you’d be so easy to play with,” you joke playfully, twirling a piece of your hair in your fingers. “Better get here before I change my mind, find some other rebound in this stupid club.”

“I’ll be your fuckin’ rebound any day of the week, sweetheart. Ain’t no guy in that building better than me.”

His confidence makes it difficult to bite back the moan in your throat.

“Guess you need to prove it. Get your ass over here, I’ll be out front. You better be wearing those sweats.”

You’re about to hang up when you hear Bakugo say something quietly, too muted for you to make out right away.

“Kats?”

He clears his throat before repeating himself, his voice soft and low. “You sure y’want this? I don’t wanna fuck anythin’ up or whatever.”

“You won’t fuck anything up, nothing wrong with friends fucking with no strings attached. I already flashed my tits at you, no turning back now.”

You subtly hear him let go of the breath he was holding and a hollow chuckle, sounding relieved at your answer.

“Good. See ya soon.”

The line ends with a click, leaving you with your thoughts while staring in the bathroom mirror. You didn’t realize how badly you’ve been shaking until you attempt to walk, unexpectedly stumbling like a baby deer on your heels. Once you gather yourself, you exit the bathroom and hurry over to the dance floor. Mina spots you, rolling her eyes and placing her hands on her hips when you approach the group.

“Where the hell have you been?!” She shouts over the music. “I was starting to think you died in there.”

“I’m heading home,” you say while waving your hand, brushing away her worries.

“Oh…oh my god. Is Bakugo coming to get you?!”

“Mina!”

Jiro and Uraraka turn in your direction, yelling in unison. “Bakugo?!?!”

You palm your face, desperately attempting to hide your flared cheeks as the girls squeal and cheer for you.

“Stop it! We’re still just friends!”

Mina clicks her tongue. “Uh-huh. That’s what I said about Kiri a year ago, and now look at us!”

“You gotta let us know how it goes,” Uraraka winks, elbowing you in the rib. "Rumor has it he lives up to his hero name in bed."

Before the interrogation continues, you back away from the group with a smile and turn for the entrance. You slide through the doors and slip out onto the sidewalk and see Bakugo parked out front, smiling as his eyes spot you on the busy street.

Has he ever smiled at you like that before?

He gets out of the car and walks around to greet you.

“Hey Katsu-”

Before you can process what’s happening, Bakugo’s got one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your neck. He gently leans you against the car as he swoops down to place a featherlight kiss to your lips. You squeak before melting into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Sparks are flying through your whole body - a sensation you haven’t felt for a long time. When the two of you part, his eyes are half-lidded, cheeks flushed and lips parted with shallow breaths.

“Ready to go?” He asks, removing the hand from your neck and stroking your cheek with his thumb. Your heart is in your throat, strangling any words you try to say, so instead, you just nod ‘yes.’ Bakugo walks you to the passenger side and opens the door for you, just like any other time you’ve hung out. When he shuts the door and goes to walk to the drivers side, you finally notice he’s wearing the damn grey sweatpants.

The entire drive back to his place, Bakugo’s hand doesn’t leave your thigh. His fingers danced over your skin, playing with the hem of your dress and gingerly squeezing the plush surface every so often. You return the favor, walking your fingers up the inside of his thigh a few times, stopping short of the growing tent in his sweats. Pulling up to his apartment complex seems to take the breath out of both of you. He turns the car off and you sit idly in silence, it's only a minute or two, but feels like a lifetime.

Bakugo gets out first, jogging over to your side to open your door. He takes your hand as you stand, closing the door behind you and swiftly sweeping you off your feet into his arms, bridal style.

"Wow, do all the girls you bring home get this treatment?" you tease, planting a kiss on his warm cheek.

"Never had the pleasure of bringin' a princess home, so no."

That shuts you up and makes you quiver in his hold.

"I'm honored, sir Dynamight. Take me to your castle!" You swoon, dramatically leaning back with a hand over your head.

Bakugo shakes his head and grins, starting to jog through the parking lot and up the stairs with you. You hold onto his shoulders while giggling uncontrollably, ecstatic to see where the night takes you.

One things for certain - you haven't thought about your ex once. And you look forward to keeping it that way.

tags; @slayfics @maddietries

#bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo smut #bakugo fluff #katsuki bakugo #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugo #katsuki bakugou x reader #my hero academia smut #☆.rei writes #☆.from the stars

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heartstringsduet · 9 months

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Split

@chaotictarlos requested "tarlos+ meet cute + ice cream"

Finally, the queue moves on, the next group walking away with the thing Carlos has been craving for over a week now. An eternal hell ride with the subway and nearly half an hour waiting, and he’s finally so close he can taste it.

Carlos steps forward and orders, “One Banana Split Deluxe, please.”

The smile of the shopkeeper dims just a little. “The Banana Split is in-house only.”

“Oh. Then I’ll sit.”

“Are you waiting for someone to join?”

Carlos is puzzled but keeps his friendly, confident tone, trying to be as cool as the New York locals. “No just me.”

Now, she looks at him with pity shining in her eyes. “I’m sorry, but it’s shop policy that the Banana Split is…well, split.”

“Yeah, but the name is just from the banana being split in the middle?”

“At Cheeks, we do a new interpretation of it. And that can only be eaten by a minimum of two people. A split Banana Split,” she says like it’s a reasonable policy to have about dessert but also like she is genuinely sorry.

Carlos hears the group of teenagers behind him mumble, “Ugh, everyone knows that.” He feels his cheeks grow warm.

He’s been seeing this dish on Instagram for weeks now. It’s been his one saving grace in a week of grueling work in a new city he constantly feels rushed and overwhelmed in and that makes him feel lonelier than he ever had.

It’s a bit ridiculous but he felt on edge before and now it's like he couldn’t eat if he wanted to. But he’s in line, the teenagers behind him cluck and sigh and the shopkeeper looks at him with a raised eyebrow. “Then I’ll just take-”

“Hey, sorry, uhm, I overheard and I don’t want this to be weird or anything but we could share the Banana Split? I mean, it’s fine if you don’t want to of course, it’s just, I’ve been meaning to try it for so long and I came all the way for it.”

Carlos stares at the stranger who stepped up next to him. Green eyes, soft brown hair and a very tight button down print shirt on a guy that could have walked out of his dreams. Carlos feels like there’s sugar coasting through his system already, speeding his heart up, coating his tongue, making him want to do crazy things.

Crazy things like saying, “Sure.”

Suddenly, the lady beams at them and says, “Our waiter will show you to your table in a sec.” Carlos thinks he sees her wink at them from the corner of his eyes but dismisses it. He’s too caught up in the sudden nerves and doubt setting in. What has he just said yes to? What hot guy would just randomly walk up and offer to share ice cream? What weirdo would say yes to it?

When they slide into the white booth with colorful sprinkles, the hot guy says, “Sorry again. Really, don’t feel like you actually have to talk to me or anything or even stay if this is too weird.”

“It’s fine,” Carlos says. “You saved me from having wasted my time, honestly.” He holds his hand out. “I’m Carlos.”

The guy smiles; another sugar rush pumping through Carlos’ veines for it. “TK. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too.”

“Have you ever been here?”

“First time.” Carlos admits. “First time to New York actually.”

TK’s smile falters. “Oh, you’re just here on a visit?”

“No, I just moved here. Last week.”

It seems to have been the right answer because TK grins again and starts asking him about how he likes the city, tells him about what to expect from living in that neighborhood, what places to check out, which to avoid. He keeps on asking Carlos, too though. He's the friendliest and most open person he’s met in this city. And it might not be a coincidence that TK slips in a “my ex-boyfriend and I” in one of the recommendations with a weight to the “ex”.

Carlos has never been flirted with this openly, not by men, so at first he thinks that maybe it’s all in his head. But TK’s eyes keep on flickering down to Carlos’ mouth, and he laughs a bit too much at a lame pun Carlos makes and he makes a display of licking his spoon after each bite that drives Carlos crazy. He barely tastes the deconstructed (split) Banana Split. Suddenly, that seems very insignificant compared to the man whose face looks sinfully delighted at each bite.

As the check comes, Carlos feels like he’s only gotten a taste of something that has only made him hungry for more. He takes a calming breath then decides that he won't risk a final goodbye. “Would you want to split something savory next? Like…now?”

TK beams. “I know just the place.”

Carlos feels another sugar rush, making his heart jump and making him do crazy things for the rest of the night.

#tarlos #tarlos fic #michelle writes #listen not sure if this is any good #but trying to be less critical and just have fun sometimes #1.2k left

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sketch-pencilpoint · 4 months

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Now this is something I started working on for a while. So here are my fan made partners (and main antagoist) of my conceptual paper mario game:

Paper mario and the craftsmans curse!

Name: Lewis "hoodie"

Male, he/him

Species: toad (cap has no spots, it's a birth defect)

Personality: can be a bit self-conscious due to being bullied a lot, paranoid, smart, dorky, gets annoyed easily

Backstory: born with no spots on his cap, he was always told that they would come in eventually. Well, they never did, and pretty much every toad around made fun of him for it. Around a year before the game started, he met mario, and they became good friends and have been regularly hanging out since.

Name: Bloom "bloombaria" (hates her real name)

Female, she/ her

Species: Goomba (chipped tooth was a result of an accident in her childhood)

Personality: shy, wears crown since it boosts her confidence, sweet and a bit of a people pleaser, loves sparkly things,

Backstory: she has looked up to the princesses since she was a goombaling, hence why wearing a crown helps her with her confidence. Broke her tooth when she fell forward and hit her tooth against a rock. Like hoodie, she was made fun of for this as well but had an easier time hiding it.

Name: sherbert

Male, he/him

Species: Shy guy, has very strong ice powers

Personality: talkative, energetic, socially unaware, secretly very lonely, touch starved, quick-witted

Backstory: Because of his lack of understanding of social queues, he was ostrisied by the other shy guys in the town he grew up in, he set out to find the friendship he desired. Most places he went to tended to give him the could shoulder due to his tendency to freeze things over. This led to him hopping towns frequently.

Name: you decide (like the yoshi kid in tyd)

Gender also chosen by player

Species: chain-chomp, incredibly small for its species

Personality: goofy little dog

Backstory: bred by a group of bowser's minions to br a serving chain chomp, they failed a "quality check," meaning they were not fit to join the ranks of bowser's army, led to them being abandoned not far from the base they were born in.

Name: Shrapnell "nell"

Male, he/they

Species: Bob omb (nothing of note just yet)

Personality: severe anger issues, laid back, loves science, inventions, and general technology, can get aggressive

Backstory: Whenever his anger got out of control, he exploded. Thankfully, Bob omb scientists invented a small fuse attachment that prevents the individual from exploding due to emotions alone. This led to them becoming very invested in modern technology and inventions and the ways that it can help people.

Name: Lavender

Female, she/her

Species: poison blooper, she's lavender sented

Personality: calm, quiet, brooding, isolated, caring, gives good advice

Backstory: As the lone poison blooper in a civilisation of bloopers, she naturally drew to isolation studying the making of potions and antidotes. Thus, she became a well-known alchemist across the mushroom kingdom and the best individual to go to if needing a poison antidote

And now for our villain

Name: The craftsman, "crafty luigi"

Male, he/him

Species: human, possed, and turned into a wooden doll

Personality: cruel, vengeful, sadistic, aims yo turn the entire mushroom kingdom into wood and fabric.

Backstory: a toad living in an ancient city loved to create art using wood and fabric, but the other toads hated him. When he gave the Prinsess a wooden doll as a birthday present, the king was so offended that the craftsman was locked into a dungeon until he died. That's when he came back as a ghost to torment the people who tormented him. He was cursed to be trapped into a needle for all eternity. Unfortunately, our favourite green man cut himself on this needle, allowing him to be possed and the craftsman to come back for one last chance of vengeance.

#sketch's scribbles #sketch's edits #screenshot edit #paper mario #concept #fan character #toad #goomba #shy guy #bob omb #blooper #luigi #poison blooper

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i-can-even-burn-salad · 1 year

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Elli's Scribblings

Welcome!

This is my cozy little corner of this hellsite. Make yourself at home, have a look around, ignore the blood, that’s just... uh, anyway. Here you’ll find posts with a focus on writing and fictional suffering, but this is a main blog, so there will be a sprinkle of memes, queer stuff and everything else I feel like putting here.

An overview of my (published) writing is below the cut, more about me and my tags can be found on my about page.

My website where you can find most of my novels in free ebook/pdf format My ko-fi where you can support me if you like what you read

@elli-scribbles - all my original writing that was posted here @iridium-quality-salad - my video game side blog @cant-burn-the-ice-cream - random stuff (untagged; mostly cute things and memes that have no image descriptions)

About Me

Adult, at least on paper.

I curse quite a lot. Sorry (but not really).

I like tag games, but I have the attention span of a common house fly. Also sor— oh look a butterfly.

I run a queue, but I’m not tagging it. Good luck figuring out my sleep schedule.

Stuck between being a whump blog and a writing blog.

Fantasy books and video games are everything.

I will not reblog posts where important information isn't accessible, i.e. undescribed images or weird/small/colorful fonts.

English is not my first language.

My Stories

📖 General

Despite the focus on horrible things, my endings are too happy for dark fantasy, and despite the focus on relationships, I'm too ace for mainstream romance. This post contains extremely detailed (and extremely spoilery) content warnings for all stories that were posted here. All are set in the same universe, have a happy end, and are listed in chronological order below. My personal preferred reading order for Damien's and Merridy's story is Undeserved > Glass Shards > Nuisance > Fancy Boots.

🌿 Thorns and Jasmine

Synopsis: Healer Caldyn gets kidnapped and tortured by bad guys who want to claim his soul, and with it his unique magic. By the time he is saved, it is almost too late. Length: 150k words / finished Vibes: non-human / captivity, torture and recovery / old and new trauma / mostly whump Links: Masterlist

🌺 Twisted Thorns

Synopsis: Blinded and traumatized, Caldyn leaves his home, hoping the distance will allow him to regain control over his magic. But no matter how far he goes, he cannot outrun his past. Length: 98k / finished (eternally editing) Vibes: blind main char pov / dark magic / humans are the weird ones Links: WIP Intro

🪙 Nuisance

Synopsis: When Merridy is saved by the city’s most infamous criminal, she’s sure her life is over. Meanwhile, Cedric just wants to have his peace back. Set about 5 years before Glass Shards. Length: 48k words / finished Vibes: reluctant caretaker / misunderstandings / gay husbands / found family Links: WIP Intro | Masterlist | Ebook

🍬 Sweet Little Lies

Synopsis: When Laurent hides from the guards in a candy store, he falls in love with the owner. Despite his dislike for candy, he can't stay away. Standalone, set right after Nuisance. Length: 37k words / editing Vibes: blind main char pov / colorful glass jars / bloody handprints / dancing slowly at a grand ball Links: WIP Intro

☕ Second Chances

Synopsis: Valadan finds the love of his life, almost gets her killed, and then spends a summer making dick jokes instead of admitting his feelings. Standalone. Length: 46k words / finished Vibes: annoyances to friends to lovers / sword training (flirting) / lots of angst / perfect coffee Links: Masterlist | Ebook

⛓️ Undeserved

Synopsis: Trying to assassinate an ambassador, Damien gets caught and is made to pay for his crimes. The story of how he fucked up his life, told in three different timelines. Length: 47k words / finished Vibes: all hurt no comfort / dungeons ❤ / from bad to worse / shattered glass Links: Masterlist | Ebook

💜 Glass Shards

Synopsis: Merridy saves Damien from certain death. Leaving her life of thievery behind to make sure he recovers might turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to her. Length: 135k + words / finished Vibes: hurt/comfort / please don’t leave / quiet inn rooms / qpr ace love story Links: WIP Intro | Masterlist

👢 Fancy Boots

Synopsis: A familiar face shows up, disturbs Merry’s and Damien’s peaceful life, invites himself to dinner, and refuses to leave. Set about 2-3 years after Glass Shards. Length: 46k words / finished Vibes: enemies to friends, kinda / trauma / found family / homemade food Links: Masterlist | Ebook (part of Undeserved*) *Glass Shards is set in between Undeserved and Fancy Boots, but I decided to release them together due to recurring themes and characters.

🔔 Till Death

Synopsis: When wandering healer Finnian loses a patient, he is attacked and left for dead in the forest. Hermit Eilis finds him and nurses him back to health. Standalone. Length: 110k words / finished Vibes: falling leaves / so much torture / unreliable magic / self-sacrifice Links: WIP Intro | Ebook

🌈 Other Stories

Everything else that doesn’t fit one of the main story arcs, like background stories of side characters. Gwyneth: Hold On | Rescued The story of how Gwyneth met Raindrop The Rose A short fairy tale based on Beauty and the Beast April 1st I'm so sorry if you see what I did here

If you've made it to the end - have a cookie 🍪

#time for a new pinned post #because I 100% trust them to fuck up the old post editor in May (:#masterlist #lets see if I can keep fucking randos out of my “more like this”#Glass Shards #Nuisance #Heal my Wounds #Undeserved #Fancy Boots #Thorns and Jasmine #Second Chances #wip: Till Death #wip: Lies

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miastideclock · 1 year

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a year with bang chan, "february 14th."

word count: 625 warnings: not edited notes: really sorry about this being two months late

january 2nd ⁺₊ february 14th ⁺₊ march 2nd ⁺₊ april 17th ⁺₊ may 30th ⁺₊ june 4th ⁺₊ july 14th ⁺₊ august 1st ⁺₊ september 12th ⁺₊ october 3rd ⁺₊ november 1st ⁺₊ december 31st

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int. outside on a promenade. afternoon.

the air felt cold against your skin, the frost nipping at your nose. you wrapped your arms around your waist, trying to shelter yourself from the temperatures that were daring into the negatives. due to the uncomfortable circumstances, the few minutes you had to wait felt like an eternity and a half.

“here you go! sorry, there was a line.” your knight in shining armour came to your aid, handing you a massive paper cup of hot cocoa to heat you up. chan had run to get the two of you hot drinks while you were looking at home-knitted items in a booth at the city’s valentines-market.

“thank you so much, my love.” you spoke softly as wrapped your cold hands around the cup, letting the warmth seep into your skin. you leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek, signalling your gratefulness. chan scrunched his nose as a reply, and then offered you his arm for you to wrap yourself around. you did without as much as a second thought, walking around like that being second nature to the both of you by now.

while clinging on to each other, you started walking around the market you found yourself in. booths of home-made hearts of all variations lined the streets, as well as a few fair-rides. chan had pointed out the ferris-wheel as soon as you came to this part of the city, it being massive enough to be spotted from almost anywhere.

“did you want to ride the ferris-wheel?” you broke the comfortable silence, looking up at your boyfriend as you did so. he turned to face you and gave you a short nod, and a look that essentially asked you if you were okay with it. “the queue looks short, let’s go!”

while waiting in line, you both finished your drinks and threw the paper cups in a nearby bin, getting ready to step on. the ride soon came to a halt, and one of the capsules stopped at the bottom. the worker opened the door for you and let you enter, you being seated first, chan hot on your heel. once the door slammed shut, the ride started moving again, sending you closer and closer to the top.

the view from your capsule was incredible as you could see the whole market and a nearby park, all from the comfort of your seats. “wow,” chan whispered as he admired the view.

“wow, indeed.” you whispered back as you admired him. the bright light illuminated his face beautifully, tufts of hair poking out from underneath his beanie. he turned to look at you, realising what you had meant and laughed.

“i was talking about the view, bubba.” he chuckled wrapping his arm over your shoulder and pulling you in closer to his side.

“so was i!” you rebutted, nuzzling into his chest and taking a deep breath, inhaling his scent. you both pulled slightly away from the hug after a while, it being hard to watch the view with the position you were sat in. his hands found yours, intertwining your fingers so you’d still be close. your free hand found the wrist of the hand you were holding, your fingers toying with the metal of the bracelet you had gotten him for christmas. he hadn’t taken it off once since he got it, no matter what.

“hey chan?”

he hummed a reply as he look at you. you looked at him, tilting your head slightly upwards and then gave him a kiss.

“i love you too, bubba.” he answered once you had pulled away, knowing exactly what you meant with everything you did.

cheers, bentley♡

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welcometothejianghu · 11 months

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Hello! This blog is @ladysisyphus wearing her c-drama hat (so you know it's very tall and fancy). I realize that some of my tagging is nonintuitive, so here's how to find what you're looking for, sorted vaguely by what you're likely to find the most of:

#tyk - This is the catch-all tag for (nearly) everything TYK/SHL/Word of Honor/Faraway Wanderers

#qi ye - Specifically Qi Ye/Lord Seventh material

#guardian - Reblogs and shitposts only; if you want my original observations, check out @dragoncityinteriordesign

#mdzs - A catch-all tag for Untamed/CQL stuff

#yi city bitch - A subset of the MDZS tag for, well, you know

#nirvana in fire - Nirvana in Fire

#the disguiser - The Disguiser

#sloof - Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty (or however many definite articles you put in there)

#a league of boyfriends - A League of Nobleman

#bloody youths - The Blood of Youth

#qi hun - Qi Hun/Hikaru no Go (the live-action one)

#thank god cit's friday - TGCF/Heaven Official's Blessing

#dmbj - Most DMBJ/Lost Tomb content is over at @katamaricule, but some of it also winds up over here

#house haunters - Once I couldn't remember the title of Psych-Hunter, so I said this instead, and it stuck

#kinnporsche - KinnPorsche, the Honorary Danmei

#yin yang master - Just the Dream of Eternity one, at least for now

#longxi - The Wind Blows from Longxi

#beyond evil - Beyond Evil

#kingdom - The Netflix zombie drama Kingdom

#winter begonia - Winter Begonia

#my roommate is a detective - He sure is.

#lotus boys- Mysterious Lotus Casebook

#that nice boy - A catch-all tag for pretty actors in pretty photoshoots (some of whom may be girls)

#honorary danmei - Not Chinese, but close enough for a reblog

If you're looking more broadly for my original contributions across various fandoms, try these:

#i made this - These are my original posts, some of which are moderately serious and respectable

#shitposting is soothing to me - These are specifically my original shitposts, memes, and other nonsense

#in real life - My various collections of actors from costume dramas not wearing their costumes

#rec post - Things I think you should watch!

#my fic - General fanfic by me; see also @w2writesstuff

#small fandom summer - My current fic project

Also, this whole thing runs on a queue, so if you wait around a while, there will be new stuff!

#i made this #meta

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25shadesoffebruary · 2 years

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Currently Watching [Airing]: 8

Kiseki: Dear to Me [11/13] Tuesdays

Kimi ni wa Todokanai (I can't reach you) [6/8] Tuesdays

Kimi to Nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo (If it's with you) [4/5] Thursdays

My Dear Gangster Oppa [1/8] Thursdays

Dangerous Romance [11/12] Fridays

I Feel You Linger in Air [1/12] Fridays

You Are Mine [6/10] Fridays

Only Friends [10/12] Saturdays

Currently Watching [Not Airing]

Word of Honor [21/38]

Extraordinary Attorney Woo [9/16]

Bokura no Shokutaku(Our Dining Table) [0/10]

Till the End of The Moon [34/40]

My Journey to you [17/24]

Queue Shows

3 Will Be Free

Love Area

Oxygen

Dropped Shows (I'll return to watch at some point) (2)

War of Y [5/ 20]

The Promise[5/10] Wednesday

Upcoming Series 2023

23.5 degree

Last twilight

Cooking crush

The next prince

Love upon a time

Wall of dawn

Summerdaze

Miracle

Big dragon s2

Cherry magic [thai version]

Make A Wish

Wish Me Luck

Wish You Luck

Cinderella Boys

City of Stars

Lost in the woods

the whisperer

Time

Finished Shows from Dec. 2022 (35)

Eternal Yesterday

My Tooth Your Love

Oh! My Assistant

Together With Me: The next chapter

Till the World Ends

Between us

The new employee

I will knock you

My school president

Utsukushii Kare: Eternal

Gap

Moonlight Chicken

The Warp Effect

A shoulder to cry on

The eighth sense

A Boss and A babe

Chains of Heart

Bed Friend

Never Let Me Go

Our Dating Sim

OurSkyy2

Be loved in house: i do

step by step

house of stars

love tractor

Be My favorite

Engima

La Pluie

History 5: Love in the Future

Crash Course In Romance

Why r u

Jun & Jun

Mignon

Stay by My Side

Laws of Attraction

Dinosaur Love

Taikon Yoho [My Personal Weatherman]

Love in Translation

Bump Up Business

Shows I have watched and did not finish and have zero intent to going back to watch:

My engineer ( this show smh, the main couple HOW? Why? What was the purpose? Side couple not enough for me to want to finish)

Love by Chance ( love aepete tho)

Tharntype (never ask me about these two, can’t believe I even made it to episode 7, that was a miracle in of itself )

What the Duck ( more like wtf, ep 1 was enough for me)

Don’t Say No ( I watched the special episode first, fiat character annoyed the absolute shit out of me , and I knew I couldn’t watch the whole series)

#updated 10/27/23

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rigelus · 8 months

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The old gods may be great, but they are neither kind nor merciful. They are fickle, unsteady as moonlight on water, or shadows in a storm. If you insist on calling them, take heed: be careful what you ask for, be willing to pay the price. And no matter how desperate or dire, never pray to the gods that answer after dark.

#reyloedit #reylo #starwarsedit #swedit #starwarsgifs #star wars #sequel trilogy #star wars sequel trilogy #rey star wars #ben solo #kylo ren #eternal city queue #this edit was so annoying to colorrrr...#please lord someone turn on a lamp.#*myedit

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princesscolumbia · 8 months

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From my "Unpublished" file...

I have a novel I'm working on that may never see the light of day. It's an original work that I'd like to be published by a queer-friendly publishing house, and until such time as I can clear my inspiration queue enough to stop having Sunset Shimmer live a minimum of five different lives in my head or an uncountable number of Adoras being Uselessly Lesbian with their Catras or deal with Gideon and Harrow doing GriddleHark things interrupt the flow of ideas for actual original works, this is likely to remain in its unfinished "sketch" form of an outline with some fully completed scenes.

The setup for this scene is as follows: The main character is dead. She's been living in a city she founded millennia ago specifically for the people who didn't fit with the rest of 'heaven' and is still dealing with the trauma she experienced during mortality. She's a transwoman who had a daughter and survived a divorce and a whole host of (literal) abuses, as well as the incidental problems and catastrophes a person deals with, prior to her death. When God (A.K.A. - "Heavenly Father," Elohim, God the Father, El-Chewl, The Great Spirit, Allah) shows up she begins to spiral, finally getting a chance to confront Him with the pain she's experienced through her life. He's trying to reach out to her and she keeps shutting him down, not trusting him to not hurt her. Finally, he asks her, "What do you want?"

This is the end of the answer she gives:

It took her a few minutes to collect herself. By the time she pulled her hands down, she had honestly expected him to be gone, but to her surprise, he was still there. Tear tracks still wet on her cheeks and fury in her eyes, she sniffed and in an arctic voice said, “I want you to feel pain, you immortal sonovabitch. I want you to watch your children’s dreams crumble and die in their eyes and know that it was because of you and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. I want you to have your entire existence be the horrible, eldritch nightmare that comes from the person you trust most becoming the singular source of all your hurt and to know there’s no way out. I want you to look in the mirror day after day and watch the body you live in and cannot escape from twist into something that you would run from if you encountered it in a dark alley. I want you to watch your eternal companion lose her way to a fucking cult and turn into this horrible zombie of their former self.”

She breathed in through her nose and leaned forward, still ignoring the tears that were streaming down her face, “And then, when all that is said and done, I want you to beg for forgiveness. You want your children to grovel just for the privilege of basking in your presence for the rest of time and beyond? You get to do the same for all the hurt, pain, and misery you’re responsible for visiting on your CHILDREN!”

She clamped her mouth shut, her jaw working behind her closed lips as her anger roiled. After a few moments, she stomped over to the counter, turning her back on him. “Now get the fuck out of my city.” she barked as she poured herself more brandy.

By the time she finished the glass and turned around, she was alone in the villa.

Honestly, telling God to his face, "I want you to feel pain you immortal son of a bitch!" is the most metal thing I've ever written, and I couldn't stand the idea that it'd remain trapped in a file on my hard drive if I never manage to finish this thing and get it published.

#original fiction #god #afterlife #trauma #transwoman #abuse survivor #heaven

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te-pu-si-ti · 1 year

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Fragments about Hades & his Burnt City

Spoilers for Hades, and speculation that is informed by his 1:1(s), but not talking about them directly

I love Hades more and more with every show. He's the Punchdrunk Fan's Punchdrunk Character.

He sees everyone who comes in now. I think that is an excellent development. My first show, I don't think I saw Hades at all, or if I did I had no idea who he was. From the start now, you at least know he's Someone Important. And Someone who has a connection with us. Showing us the way between the worlds.

I love, love, love his entrance speech. I don't even get the references. It's still a perfect summation of the experience you're about to have. Yes, sir, I am already lost. Yes, I would like to live in a strange and marvellous dream.

I am writing this being particularly inspired by a night with Ali Goldsmith's Hades. I've been greeted by Sam many times, but I got to experience Ali Hades for the first time, and I adored it.

"It's all very delicate..."

He's desperate for everything to go right. It all has to go perfectly, every time. So he's watching over all the pieces, not in the way that he's the ultimate puppetmaster who could change it all around if it goes awry, but monitoring the progress of the loop and influencing it in tiny ways where he can.

...

It's a special experience being on Team Hades. There are only a few people who stick with him for the whole show - he usually has a crowd, but people came and went. Through it all there were only 3 of us who saw the whole thing. And Hades is constantly talking with us - more than any other character, we are keeping him company as he goes about his business. And he's showing us around his city.

...

"I wasn't born like you... You don't know how lucky you are... Don't waste it."

He's fascinated by us. He knows exactly what we are, more than anyone else. Persephone too, of course, eventually, but she gets memory wiped each time. Hades, on the other hand, has grown quite used to us. He rather likes sharing the show with us, keeps eternity a little more interesting.

...

"I love seeing new things. I see something new every time."

Gods, he's one of us.

The intoxicating combination of a familiar routine and novelty. The same queue, the same masks, the same entry speech, but a new character or a new performer's interpretation or a new scene I never stumbled on before. Or a new combination of loops that gives me insight on something I've already seen. Always something new, I never grow tired of it.

...

"Have you ever had a moment so perfect that you just wanted to pour a bit out, and savour the taste of it?"

I spend all my time between shows reliving the experience and thinking about when I can go back.

And this show is made for moments. A flash of eye contact, a brief exchange between two characters, an unexpected 1:1. It can be hard to piece together your night after the fact, but the flashes, the moments remain. The best of them feel truly perfect, frozen there in my mind, played and re-played until they're worn down like an old video tape. And when I come back, I don't get the same moment, but I get more of them to add to my collection.

...

"Shall we play it again?"

My heart fills up to the brim. The reset music always makes me feel this way, but it's so heightened now that I'm sharing it with him. Everyone else forgets, everyone else resets, but we persist through it. And not only that, but he loves it like I do! It's his favourite? IT'S MY FAVOURITE. Yes, yes, let's have it again.

...

In Mycenae he's lounging on the hedgehog, twiddling his fingers along to the music. Not quite like a conductor, but like an enthusiastic listener who knows right when each instrument will come in. Like I have certainly done, if only internally, when certain sound cues are about to come in. He's not just a character, he's a fan. He watches it over and over, just like we do.

...

He does it all for her, but maybe not all just for her. I try to make sense of the new circus, carnival theming of the intro. Why invite us in like this? This spectacle must be a little bit for us, inviting mortals in to see us up close, those beings of time that he so admires. We who feel things so strongly, and he's so good at making us feel them. On the one level he's harvesting emotions from the other characters, but on another level perhaps all the emotions from the crowds of shades keep the machine running too.

#the burnt city spoilers #the burnt city #punchdrunk #hades #ali #writeup #tbc oc

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drkangcl · 11 months

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( dakota johnson , cis woman , she/her ) las vegas may be packed with people, but lana kensington has been on my mind. originally hailing from melbourne , australia, the fifty-eight thirty three year old has been in vegas for ten years. i know they’re a dj at encore beach club , but there’s a rumor on the strip saying they’re also a vampire. after some thought that makes sense , they can be +tenderhearted , but also -cunning. ask any local they’ll say they remind them of turning down your music to eavesdrop into a conversation, continuing an argument even when you realize you’re wrong, being the last to sing karaoke at a closing bar, & kicking out a one night stand at 6am.

connections + pinterest

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✧･ﾟ: * 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 ‣ full name: lana hazel kensington ‣ nicknames: kensington ‣ age: 33 ‣ birthday: april 4th ‣ gender identity & pronouns: cis female & she/her ‣ sexual orientation: bisexual ‣ occupation: dj at encore beach club‣ hometown: melbourne, aus

✧･ﾟ: * 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ‣ face claim: dakota johnson ‣ height: 5′7 ‣ build: slim ‣ eye color: blue ‣ hair color: brown ‣ style habits: lots of black

✧･ﾟ: * 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚 ‣ positive traits: tenderhearted & affable ‣ negative traits: cunning & chaotic ‣ habits: cigarettes, being late, irish goodbyes, not thinking about consequences

✧･ﾟ: * 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐬 ‣ kol mikaelson ( the originals ) , nick miller ( new girl ), lindsay bluth funke ( arrested development ), chloe ( don’t trust the b in apt 23 ), deandra reynolds ( it’s always sunny ), mike ross ( suits ), roman roy ( succession ) + overall chaotic good characters

biography

lana kensington was a total wild child, born and raised in the swinging '60s of melbourne, australia. That era was like fuel for her unconventional spirit. she thrived in the city's counterculture scene, soaking up all the rebellion, individuality, and freedom vibes. art, music, and fashion became her niche, shaping her tastes and giving her a deep appreciation for nonconformity.

her parents were on the simpler side. she grew up on a small house by the beach. they were the type to walk around barefoot and make sure everyone gets to go surfing at the peak hour. her, her siblings, parents, and little pets got along amazing even through the rough teen years. the love for each other was strong.

but wait, things got even more interesting for lana in her early 30s. that's when she went through her vampire transformation, turning her into this timeless and ethereal being. during that time she worked as a clerk at a gas station. that’s where she met a customer passing through. queue edward cullen moment because he was nothing like she’d ever seen with his pale skin versus her tanned. she was immediately drawn to him. one thing led to another and somehow she ended up in the situation she has to life with for the rest of her life

adjusting to her new immortal existence wasn't always easy, in fact, she’s still guiding herself through it even after 50ish years. but, nevertheless, lana managed to hold onto her youthful exuberance while navigating the ups and downs of eternal life.

her moral compass always pointed towards helping others, even if it meant bending or breaking the rules. lana's journey took her all over the globe. she jet-setted across different cities, immersing herself in all sorts of cultures. along the way, she mastered her vampiric abilities. her agility was off the charts, her charm was irresistible, and she had some supernatural power that she’s still working on to this day.

of course, she ended up in no other than las vegas! here’s she’s been living around for ten years. first a receptionist, then worked at a pizza parlor, the na cocktail waitress, and somehow she worked her way up to being one of the djs at encore beach club.

headcanons

she always has an magic 8 ball in her purse because she would never ask others for opinions rather would use the ball to make some big decision in her life

her phone is always on do not disturb

does not own a bedframe and is more of a mattress on the floor type of girl

has chinese take out every sunday from the same spot

loves to move in silence , you may see her when she enters a party but always disappears by the end

always been a troublemaker even when she was young but hasn’t done anything crazy to get involved with the police

ceo of daytime to nighttime transformation

was once a receptionist at aria hotel but fired because she called the wife of a guy checking into a hotel to cheat on her ( funny bc she is an accomplice for people who cheat )

has the sickest vinyl record collection that her parents started and gave to her

always goes barefoot when dj-ing a set. she just got a habit she cant break!

her sets include a lot of throwbacks which definitely give a lot of positive feedback from the crowd

her apartment is full of knick knacks that she’s collected through the decades

randomly becomes aware like damn im actually e*ting people and will freak out and lock herself in her apartment for days and days to a point where someone has to get her

wanted connections + tag + board

romantic : exes, tinder/hinge date, current relationship (destined to fail soon), one night stand, friends with benefits, the biggest cheating scandal of the season, was once engaged to

platonic : best friend, someone she knows from melbourne, first person she met in vegas, current neighbors (apt complex), vamp trio, sibling like friends (bickering a lot), former lovers to friends,

familial : siblings, cousins, family friends, uncle, aunt, mom, dad , an older vamp who’s her mentor/parental figure

negative : ex best friends, dated the same person, they just don’t like her (vice versa),

misc : current roommate, ex roommate, the one person she lets behind the dj booth with her, the person who turned her

#intro

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seradae · 1 year

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You can read the previous chapters here or on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43928488?view_full_work=true

The Spire

Chapter 7: Mission: Burrito

They strolled casually along a walkway in the Donut, on the hunt for some Mexican food to offset their day drinking. "This place really is what they said it is. Honestly, I figured they oversold it, but it is genuinely incredible," Lou said, more thinking out loud than anything else.

"Well, I hope you don't get the impression that this place is some sort of utopia. We have our fair share of problems, like any other city our size," Erica explained. "We crossed 150 thousand permanent residents last year, which is a lot of people to pack in. And our consensus process is too slow to keep up with the changes."

They walked in silence for a bit, as Lou turned that over in their head. "What is the process now? What's the bottleneck? That seems solvable."

"Every proposed change to our laws has to be agreed to by a majority of owners within a two week period. When there were few of us, that wasn't a problem; we could get in a room and figure things out in an hour or two. But now there are just too many of us, so we're butting up against the two weeks more and more."

"How many owners are there?"

"Over 25,000! I remember when it was barely two hundred," she sighed. "It makes Washington gridlock look like child's play."

Lou thought for a moment and then asked, "and there's no way around it?"

"There's also an emergency change process that can be invoked by a group we elect every six months, but that was only ever used once. If it's used, the law only takes effect for one week and the group is immediately disbanded," she explained. "That makes running around the owners virtually impossible. It's a good system to have in place in case there's a real emergency, but doesn't help us otherwise."

"What if each proposed law was put into a separate queue based on who or what it affects, and anyone could vote on it, but only those who 'subscribe' to that topic are required? I'm sure most of the owners don't care about most of the issues, right?"

"Huh, that's ... Actually a really good idea," she said, mulling it over.

They grinned, "you know, I do have those from time to time."

"Shut up," she laughed, prodding them with her elbow. "You know what I mean!"

They arrived at the restaurant and took a seat, ordering food and drinks. "Margaritas cancel out champagne, right? Pretty sure that's how it works," Erica joked.

They chatted jovially while they waited for their burritos. When they came a few minutes later, she took a bite and sighed. "Only place off-world to get a Mission-style burrito. So fucking good."

"You're not wrong -- damn," Lou said between bites. "I got so burnt out on them, haven't had one in a few years. Remember that place we hit when we met up in the bay last time?"

"Oh god, I forgot about that trip. That was when you were first interviewing with CCA; feels like an eternity ago," she reminisced. "You were so damn nervous, even though they were the ones trying to get you."

"Six years next April! Though I keep getting older, and every year the students seem even younger. I don't know how much longer I can do it, honestly," they took a long sip of their margarita. "I've been thinking about retiring. Just going back to the studio and painting for fun again. It's hard feeling so out of touch."

Erica reached across the table and took their hand, her brow furrowing. "You've mentioned retiring so many times. What's holding you back? It's not like you need the money."

Lou laughed sadly. "Where would I go? What new challenge do I have ahead of me? You know me. You know that if I don't have something to occupy my mind, I start to spiral."

"You could go anywhere! I know that's more intimidating than it is exciting, but c'mon. You could finally move to Barcelona like we always talked about." As the words left her lips, she knew she had said too much.

"That was our dream. Not my dream," they huffed. Then they quietly continued, "you're never coming back, are you?"

Erica let go of their hand and looked away, staring off into the distance for a moment, her eyes unfocused. "No. I don't think I am. This place isn't perfect, but I can't imagine being earthside for more than a few weeks at this point."

"I kinda got that feeling. Radical honesty: how much of this trip was a sales pitch to get me to move up here?" They finished their drink and caught the waiter's eye to signal for another round.

"It was ... a factor. I honestly just missed you and I wanted to see you. But I also wish you'd consider coming up here too; I wanted to show you all that this place has to offer. Show you the kind of life you could have. That we could have, together."

"This place has been your goal for a long time, but it was never mine. I don't know if I could give up Earth like that. I know that traveling back and forth is pretty painless, but right now when I'm feeling uninspired, I can hop on a train and be at the Louvre in two hours. Or I can go to New York for a gallery opening in an hour. I don't need to plan it, I just do it."

"You're right. You'd be giving that up here; that spontaneity. But imagine the things you could do here! You could finally get a studio in the industrial ring and finally build the types of kinetic sculptures you used to dream about. Inspiration? It's hard to beat the views we have, even ignoring some of the amazing galleries. Our art community is small but amazing. And ... I'm here."

"And you're here," Lou whispered, looking into their drink.

#lesbian #txt #wlnb #wlnb love #scifiseries #scifi writing #writing #the spire

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unforth · 1 year

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I posted 1,378 times in 2022

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1,015 posts reblogged (74%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,376 of my posts in 2022

#art - 435 posts

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Longest Tag: 132 characters

#dear tumblr thank you for treating me like a fucking adult and letting me call bullshit and swear like the new york city native i am

My Top Posts in 2022:

My five year old just said "don't they know lava is good? It makes new islands" while watching Moana and with a single sentence completely changed how I see a movie I've watched about a billion times.

450 notes - Posted February 10, 2022

Every time I see a "Wei Wuxian isn't morally gray!" post I kinda want to interpret it as "He's morally black!" Because the alternative is to believe that so fucking many of you read "Wei Wuxian forced Wen Chao to self-cannibalize his legs" and went "this is a morally white action because I like Wei Wuxian and I don't like Wen Chao and also Wen Chao was mean first" and like literally drive me to despair that I share a fandom with so many people who think that's completely okay because Wen Chao was a bad guy so any level of harm to him is justifiable.

589 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

Heyo Danmei Fans and Twitter Refugees!

Do you love danmei? Do you love fanart?

WELL HAVE I GOT THE SIDEBLOGS FOR YOU!

Hi, I'm unforth, and I also love danmei and fanart, and I wanted to just make a huge gorgeous pile of art and roll around in it so I've made and run for years eight, yes eight, side blogs of danmei art, all with the kind of organization and searchability that twitter can only dream of.

So, if you want to flood your dash with fanart (or if you're an artist and want a little assist getting more eyes on your work now that you're posting here - you can DM me or @/me), why not consider giving a follow to...

Mo Dao Zu Shi/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation/The Untamed: @mdzsartreblogs

Tian Guan Ci Fu/Heaven Official's Blessing/Eternal Faith: @tgcfartreblogs

Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu Xitong/Scum Villain's Self-Saving System/Scumbag System: @svsssartreblogs

Erha he Ta de Bai Mao Shizun/The Husky and His White Cat Shizun/Hao Yi Xing and Yuwu/Stains of Filth: @erhaartreblogs

Daomu Biji/The Graverobber's Chronicles/The Lost Tomb/Too Many Other Names to List: @dmbjartreblogs

Zhenhun/Guardian: @zhenhunartreblogs

Tian Ya Ke/Faraway Wanderers/Word of Honor and Qiye/Lord Seventh: @tykartreblogs

Literally Everything Else I Can Find (especially works by Meng Xi Shi, works by Priest, manhua on Bilibili, books by Fei Tian Ye Xiang, books by Please Don't Laugh (so yes, baihe too!), and so much more): @cnovelartreblogs

All blogs run on a queue; I post at a "the queue will last for 7 days" rate that changes more-or-less every day and varies from 30 to 40 posts a day (mdzsartreblogs) down to 1 to 2 posts a day (zhenhunreblogs) and everything in between.

Note that these spaces are all ship and let ship, don't like don't interact, and pro-kink. (I won't reblog everything, but I do reblog almost everything, and even if I'm personally too uncomfortable with something to reblog it - I SUPPORT YOU.) I tag extensively - you can check the pinned post on each blog for currently used trigger warnings (they're consistent across all the blogs) and many of the other tags I use for characters, ships, etc., and I strongly encourage you to use the tags to find That Rare Thing You Love, and also to blacklist anything that's not your thing. Antis kindly fuck off challenge.

Welcome to Tumblr (or welcome back, as the case may be), don't be a stranger, like and reblog works to support artists, and have fun!

(help signal boosting much appreciated. <3 )

668 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

Saw a pic that reminded me of my favorite head-canon-i-forget-isnt-canon for TGCF.

Hua Cheng chose the San Lang form because that's how he wishes he looked when he first met Xie Lian. Like, Xie Lian is 17, a prince, an amazing martial artist, dressed in the finest robes in the kingdom of Xianle which specifically esteems luxe stuff. And fucking Hua Cheng has to meet him as a ratty little bandaged boy who just fell off a building. Way to fuck up the meet cute huh?

So when he gets a second third fourth look ive lost count okay chance to meet his idol he's had 800 years to imagine how he wishes it could have gone. And he ends up having two competing fantasies:

Fantasy 1: the suave mysterious stranger who sweeps Xie Lian off his feet and leaves him wanting more.

Fantasy 2: the sweet good-looking boy next door, about the same age, knowledgeable enough to impress this prince who's strengths are physical and social.

And Hua Cheng, being the extra ghost king he is, decides - ¿porque no los dos? - and enacts BOTH those fantasies.

(Something something not all eggs in one basket?)

And that's why San Lang Looks Like That.

905 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sometimes I think this is the darkest timeline and then I see the New York Times literally sharing Goncharov fanart

(art is credited to Elena Asofsky, no idea what their Tumblr name is, sorry. Article is here.)

...and I realize that the timeline can always get darker. (but it will never be as dark as the end of Goncharov, wtf was up with that?)

3,224 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

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