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mrghostrat · 13 days
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dude. that reverse bnf fic sounds SO fucking good… the ideas u have cooking up in there… i’m excited just thinking abt it ASKFNKF
YAAAS THANK YOU
i had more thoughts today... thinkin of the ask i got about the "i'll always know the stain was there" scene and how i've never written that before. which. ofc. turned into more ace porn.
Aziraphale spills wine on himself at Crowley’s place. He’s resigned to throw the shirt away. Crowley, Mr minimalist clean freak, rolls his eyes and takes charge of cleaning it off. Aziraphale hesitates then takes his undershirt off too, and Crowley bluescreens. Aziraphale half-asks him, “I’d hate for it to be stained too. It might be an undershirt, but I’d always know the stain was there.” Crowley takes it as well, leaving Aziraphale shirtless in his house.
While they sit around and he scrubs on his homemade stain remover, Aziraphale sits a little shyly, clearly affected. His nipples are hard. Crowley gathers the courage to ask him if it turns him on. “What, you cleaning??” “No. Being exposed like that. The air on your skin.” Aziraphale hesitates because he thinks Crowley is calling him out on some kind of abnormal kink or fetish, so he deflects, “Is that some ace thing as well?” not expecting Crowley to say yes. Crowley sits next to him.
“For me anyway. It’s not the person who turns me on, it’s the touch. So, sometimes, that touch comes from unexpected places. Cold tile on my skin after a shower. Satin sheets.” Aziraphale noticeably shivers.
“S’why I like, personally… Being teased. Light touches; Chasing after it. That anticipation adds to the sensation.” He grazes a hand over Aziraphale’s bare arm and Aziraphale gasps. Crowley laughs at him.
“Ffs. No wonder you struggle getting off if you’re watching the same porn everyone else does. Probably Google Imaging boring old pin ups of girls in fancy bras—“ Aziraphale gives him a LOOK, so Crowley adjusts, “—Or, Boys in skimpy briefs. What good’s that going to do if you can’t imagine how they’d touch you?”
Aziraphale is momentarily perplexed. “You know, I can’t think the last time anyone assumed me anything other than flamingly gay,” but it somehow doesn’t feel avoidant of the topic, he’s just so caught off guard by it.
Crowley’s suddenly a little annoyed, mostly at The World, but a little bit creeps in towards Aziraphale. “Assuming doesn’t help anyone. It only gets people confused about the boxes they’re meant to fit into. Bloody useless things, boxers. Er, boxes.”
His fingers have been dragging idly up and down Aziraphale’s thigh the whole conversation.
He stops when he realises Aziraphale’s hands are strategically placed in his lap. Crowley stops. Apologises, didn’t realise what an effect he was having, he just wanted to make a point—
But Aziraphale hasn’t felt like this in such a long time. He’s worked himself off, but nothing’s compared to this feeling of anticipation and bone deep arousal. He somehow finds the words to ask if Crowley would keep going. Show him what kind of touches he likes, maybe it would be informative. Crowley gets him off on the sofa, teasing and working him to a climax that has him death gripping Crowley’s arm and whimpering into his neck.
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Later, hours or days later, Aziraphale is watching Crowley move around the house, maybe in his pants or a towel or something, but being totally innocuous. As innocuous as Aziraphale’s voice when he pipes up, completely unprompted, “I don’t think I’m asexual, Crowley.”
“This again?” Crowley’s exasperation is fond.
“No. Sometimes the sight of you makes me want to… Pin you against a wall or something.”
Crowley freezes, a mental ngk that takes a few minutes to reboot him. He tries and fails to sound casual and unaffected when he says “Maybe you’re demi,” and keeps folding his laundry like Aziraphale hasn’t just shoved a hot poker into his brain.
“Mmm,” Aziraphale agrees, even though Crowley knows he doesn’t know what that means, but he’s too busy leching to follow up and ask.
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cosurmqne · 1 month
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02 — a short life of trouble
[ RDR2 X fem reader , 2310 words ] — previous ✶
“what were you thinking! bringing another woman in here.” “great, another mouth to feed.” “what if she draws more trouble right to us?”
“SHUT UP! all of you. she needs help. last time i checked half of you wouldn’t be standing here today if it weren’t for us taking your sorry asses in.”
the blood stained stranger was laying down in a bed of rough canvas and animal hide, it’s fabric the softest thing she had ever felt after a month of dirt floors and blankets of pine-needles. the distant voices slowly awoke her mind, her eyes opening carefully as the morning sun stung them with its bright beams. how long had she been asleep? she knew it was morning when she was lifted onto a strangers horse, morning still when she slumped onto the mans back out of exhaustion and defeat, not even caring what would happen to her when she awoke or where he was taking her. and yet here she was, still morning? no, the stiffness of her joints suggest at least a full days rest, her legs wobbling slightly as she turned over and placed them on the soft grass beside her.
her hands travelled to her face, expecting the almost familiar texture of dried blood, crusty and flaky, but was met with her soft skin. the edges of her hair and a few tricky spots still had reminisce of blood she could scrape off with her chipped nails, but it seemed someone had wiped her face clean.
her clothes were different too, the blouse and pants she was wearing a size too big but clean and comfortable, her ripped outfit she last remembered wearing folded neatly at the end of her bed and completely pink. she figured someone had tried to scrub them clean, but the redness was impossible to remove.
“good to see you’re finally awake.”
the sudden closeness of a mans voice made her jump and spin around. she was met with a surprisingly kind face of an older man, smiling cautiously and offering a homemade mug in his left hand, the steam and smell suggesting the rare liquid that was coffee. her mouth watered instantly.
“here, it’s for you.” he moved closer, kneeling down next to her bed and placed the warm mug in her stuff hands. “don’t worry, it wont jump out at ya’”
y/n let a small smile escape her lips, “thank you.” she croaked, her voice straining and making her cough slightly. maybe she had been out for more than a day?
as she sipped her drink and let the coffee warm her from head to toe, the man continued. “my names hosea. i’m … i guess you could say i’m kind of a top man around here. just don’t tell the others i’m really in charge …. HA!” he joked and let out a small chuckle, but the woman just looked at him curiously, seemingly frozen still apart from her arms lifting up and down. he guessed he should change his approach ….
hosea cleared his throat, “ahem, well…. you sure gave us a fright earlier on. all that blood on ya, we’d thought dutch brought back a corpse, with you slumped over and all…” with again no response, he continued. “look miss, we’re good people here. well, not really good, but better than most, i can assure you. why don’t we go somewhere a little more private, you can talk to me. tell me how you got into this mess.”
he stood and offered his arm. to y/n’s surprise, she rose and linked her own. while she should never trust a man so easily, her conscience screaming at her for it. but he seemed kind. honest and trustworthy. human. something she hadn’t seen in a long time. besides, she figured if they had wanted her dead, she would be face down in a river by now…
they walked, making a beeline towards the trees in front of them. “what was your name miss?” hosea asked.
“y/n.” she responded.
with her eyes adjusted, bearings found and legs moving again, she let herself scan the area around her. she was in a camp, one that seemed small but … live in? tents, campfires, horses and even a kitchen of sorts was set up. quite a few people were living here, men, women, even a child? she tried avoided the eye contact of the strangers around her, not knowing what mess she could have landed herself into. it seemed a few had stopped their morning chores for a fleeting moment to get a glimpse at her walking past them, pretending to take no notice of her and continuing on whenever she caught their eye. had they been waiting for her to wake up? she guessed she was a stranger sleeping amongst them, concluding she would be just as curious to get a glance at herself as well.
looking around still, she held the gaze of a familiar face, the one she had once pointed a gun towards and one took her to this place. dutch was his name right? hosea beside her seemed to look his way as well, letting out a single tune whistle and pointing his head towards the forest they were heading too. the dark haired man instantly dismissed the two men he was talking to and started coming their way. it was like a shepards call she thought, a codependent understanding that could only be trained with years of practice.
“here, this is a nice spot. i tend to do a lot of thinking here.” hosea said, leading and sitting them both down to opposite logs on soft grassy ground, much greener than the almost dirt floors back at the camp, untouched and unflattened by consistent steps. it looked out over the lake that surrounded the area, but was still thick with trees and streaked with sunlight peeking through the canopy.
the heavy footsteps of dutch became closer, his voice loud and true, “aaah, our celebrity guest, awake at last.”
as he stood before them, y/n rose upright at once, standing stiff and attentive before she could stop herself. she tried to swallow the familiar feeling of guilt like a rock stuck in her throat. “th… thank you.” she let out, quicker than she was intending. “i’d sure be dead and buried if not for you.”
she felt like this needed to said, right then and there. not totally understanding it herself, but knowing that his actions will forever be a debt she could probably never return. she knew from experience and dread that owing someone an unpayable debt was the worst burden to carry, and a feeling she wanted to loosen as soon as possible. a thanks was a start.
dutch just smiled and chuckled, raising his hands up like he did in the forest on their first encounter, “theres no need for thanks, just … take it a day at a time. at ease.”
y/n sat back down, almost embarrassed by her outburst but distracted when hosea spoke up. “dutch here said you had a run in with some o’driscolls. dealt with them pretty well too, where did you learn to shoot like that?”
the woman swallowed, she figured there was no reason to be coy anymore. a voice in the back of her head was yelling out, what are you doing!? you don’t know these men!? they don’t need to know nothin’!? and yet …. she was almost beyond caring about that now.
“my pa taught me,” she admitted, taken aback already by her honesty. “and my brother. he was a lot older than i am, sharp shooter and kept us out of trouble.”
dutch let out a noise, “tsss, some trouble you must have had. not even half my men here couldn’t kill with such efficiency.”
“well, we had a farm up north, a big property. it wasn’t much, just a few horses to sell and trade but it had been with my family for generations. it was home.” she paused. dutch and his partner were sitting opposite her and staring with unbroken attention, seemingly hanging on every word. it threw her off a little but she continued on. “being isolated up there we were bound to run into trouble, usually just some fool trying to swipe a horse, wolves maybe trying to take one for a meal. nothing unusual, but being able to take care of ourselves was a high priority, and my pa taught us well. he made sure we knew how to handle all kinds of trouble…”
“when my brother went and got himself killed down south in the war, it was me who was left in charge, with my father too old and my mother untrained. we got along just fine, until these men keep knocking at our door. harassing us, showing up constantly, trashing our barns, stealing our horses. they wanted us gone, for what reason i couldn’t say … after a few months it was manageable, i’d shot enough of them to make their appearances less frequent… but…”
she had stopped, her throat closing slightly her but no tears threatened to break free. she was thankful, crying in front of these men seemed like the worst scenario. never again would she let a sign of weakness slip from her. she had done her weeping, was done with meekness and dependency. she could tell dutch sensed that about her, while hosea watched her with concern and understanding, he was smirking slightly, like he was seeing straight through to her core.
“but?” dutch pushed her on.
with a tough swallow, she continued. “but… one day when i was collecting water from our well down by the river, i looked back up the to see a pillar of smoke. thick, grey and as high as i’d ever seen. by the time i ran back and got view of our burning home, our barns were pitch black, the horses aflame and running in every which direction, the air orange and almost unbreathable. when i saw the roof of our house collapse completely, i knew it was over. everything inside was destroyed, my parents included….” she cleared her throat. “i had just raced to our shed and grabbed as many guns as i could carry, when i heard men laughing. all those men, probably twenty, who had been coming up to us for months. all here. i realised they must have all been from some sort of gang, and could tell they’d tried to steal as much as they could from us. i knew we had hardly any money in the house, and by the small bad one of them was holding, they’d only managed to swipe no more than 30 dollars …. all that . my home, my family, everything. taken away for 30 dollars….”
she could feel heat rising through her cheeks, hands clenched into fists without knowing and her voice rising. “i guess they weren’t happy with that and decided to make their exhibition worth their time… their laughing stopped as soon as i started shooting. one by one, not even caring to hide or take cover, just wanting them dead. i needed them all dead. i don’t even know or care to remember what happened. a-mist the flames and gunpowder i one jumped me, but id stabbed with him their own knives. i shot though them all like they were no more than the deer i had killed countless times for supper. like it was a necessity, not a murder.”
“wether they were all dead or ran away or lost in the fires, i’d escaped with nothing but what i had on me. for months i’ve been running, not really sure what to do, where to go. stealing food, money, constantly moving and too scared to fall asleep or stay in one spot for longer than a week… i ran into a few more of those men here and there, they seemed to be scouting me. i learnt that they called themselves the o’driscolls and their leader was furious that a woman had outsmarted his men, that a quick robbery had turned into a slaughter. he wanted me dead. still wants me dead i guess…”
“and, this is where we meet?” dutch said, his arms now rested on his knees and hands fidgeting with the large rings on his hands but full attention of her words.
“yes, i’d been running for four days straight, how far i travelled i’m not too sure but i knew they wanted me dead for good. they’d sent a bunch of those irish bastards to me and i was constantly trying to lose them. i didn’t know if i was alive or dead, asleep or awake, i just shot anything that moved, trusted no one and tried to make it to the next sunrise… and yes, thats where you come into the picture and … i guess, now i’m here.”
“well … hell of a time you’ve had.” hosea finally spoke, his sympathetic gaze surprisingly comforting. when he reached out and cupped his hands on her own, she didn’t resist. “you can let your guard down y/n, you’ll be safe here for however long you need. i assure you, we hate those o’driscolls just as much as you do. for every one of those fools shot dead the dirt beneath us gains another worm!” to this, he chuckled to himself, y/n even letting out a small giggle.
dutch joined in with his deep laugh, “oh yes, you will fit in just fine here miss.” he stood up and gestured to the camp behind him, now full of activity. “this gang can be your home now, we’re all misfits and outlaws, once lost and then found again.”
he looked at her not with hoseas sympathy, but with eyes that assessed and schemed, invasive and sharp.
“yes, i think you’ll be just fine…”
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koinotame · 1 month
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— ooh for your event, can i send a box of homemade chocolate and a dagger for The Servant? and also pls tell him to take care of himself.
Have a great day <33
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he’s never going to use this, he thinks.
the dagger you’ve given him is intricately crafted, small regal-looking designs carved into the metal. it’s one he’d picked out together with you a couple weeks ago. you’d been browsing through a local seasonal market with him when a particularly decorative weapon stall had caught your attention. you’d asked which pattern he preferred and he’d felt proud you were considering his opinion. he didn’t realise you were asking because you were getting it for him.
in the end, he’s glad he picked the pattern he thought you’d like most. if it’s a gift from you, then it’s only fitting that you decorate him and everything he owns to your tastes.
no, he could never actually use this and stain it.
he’ll frame it on his bedside table, that way he can always be reminded of you and your care for him. perhaps he could sleep with it, even… (sheathed, of course—he would take any injury you wish to bestow upon him, especially with something you’ve taken such care to give to him, but that should be by your hand, not his own.) or—
"so," you draw out, shaking him out of his thoughts, "do you like it?"
from the way you’re grinning at him, self assured and beautiful and pleased, he thinks you know the answer.
but you’ve asked him a question, and it’s his duty to answer. "I will treasure this forever. thank you, master."
you laugh. his cheeks feel warm.
"I’m glad! I also made you some chocolate." you remove your hands from your back and hand him a small, handwrapped package. the ribbon holding it closed is messily tied and the fabric is crumbled. out of the corner of his eyes, he can see you avert yours. "that one, uh, didn’t come out so well though."
"I would love anything you were to give me." and he means it. even trash would be something worth delighting in if it comes from you.
you smile at him again and he thinks he could keep up the hard work for another week without rest.
he’s about to open his mouth to ask when you beat him to it. the thought of you just knowing him that well fills his chest with butterflies. "it’s not celebrated here I think, but where I’m from today’s a holiday… it’s kind of tradition to confess your feelings with chocolate today. though more recently it’s also shifting into giving your loved ones chocolate in general."
his mind completely skips over how you’d never told him this in the past.
are you… are you confessing to him? is he dreaming?
"so!" you clap your hands and clear your throat before he can say anything. "I feel like you’ve been overworking yourself a lot lately. take care of yourself, okay? I care about you a lot."
something in his heart twinges.
instead, he smiles pleasantly.
"your gift is all the motivation I would ever need." you don’t look convinced, but he continues before you can insist. "are you handing out chocolate to anyone else?"
you nod, seemingly distracted. "yep, you’re the last one."
ah.
of course.
his smile stays the same, his eyes crinkling in a way that he hopes is convincing. "thank you, master. I’m honoured you would think of me amongst those you care about."
you’re halfway through your own grin before you seem to remember something and frown again, trying to look stern. "don’t switch the topic like that." you jab an accusatory finger in his chest. his chest flutters at the contact. "you’re going to take care of yourself even if it means I have to drag you to bed by your hair, you hear me?"
his heart throbs again.
if it means keeping your attention on him, perhaps you pulling him by his hair through the halls wouldn’t be so bad, even if hurts, even if it should be him taking care of you.
but the smile that pulls at his cheeks is a bit more soft, a bit more genuine this time. "of course, master. I’m yours to do with as you please."
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loveletters2myself · 5 months
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look clean, smell clean, feel clean 🫧🪽🕯️✨🤍
double cleanse your body! wash first with a bar soap, preferably with a wash cloth or wash glove to help with exfoliating all the dirt and sweat from the day. and replace your cloths every day. that’s why i recommend them more than using a regular loofah. those things build up so much bacteria, you’re better off using something you can wash every day. silicone brushes are great too, but do replace them after a few months. scrub well, everywhere. don’t forget neglected areas such as behind the ears, between finger & toes, belly button, etc. finish off with a body wash.
for the lady bits, keep it simple with unscented bar soap only. washing only your vulva. you want to make sure you’re cleansing between all the folds and around (and yes i know, never inside). as controversial as it is, water is not enough. sorry, argue with yourself.
hydrosilk trimstyle razor is a fav for your bikini area. billie razors are also great.
double shampoo your scalp. you’ll notice a difference. add a scalp massager into the mix!
on hair wash days, don’t forget to also wash/disinfect your hair brushes.
you can make a homemade body scrub with honey + brown sugar. lips too! or just use a exfoliating glove.
change your bedsheets weekly!!!
dry brush your body before stepping into your shower. do a few body lymphatic massages after too with a wooden body massager.
you should be brushing your teeth two times a day. flossing as well. don’t forget to give your tongue a clean. invest in a tongue scraper. and mouthwash! therabreath is my fav brand. teeth whiten every 6 months or so, depending on if needed or not. also replace your tooth brushes/heads often as recommended (every 3-4 months).
moisturize everywhere after every shower/bath. i love to lather with both body oil & lotion. don’t forget the neglected areas such as your hands, feet, elbows, etc.
i’m a two deodorant kind of girl. it’s definitely not necessary to use two, but as someone who loves smelling clean, i use both stick & spray.
as repetitive as it sounds, what you eat plays a major part in your overall scent. make sure you’re fuelling your body with good foods. hydration is also important.
find a signature perfume that suits your skin’s ph level. even better if you find a body lotion of that same scent or similar, enhances the smell! extra tip, spray some on your comb before brushing out your hair.
use safe feminine wipes for bathroom use, rael is a great brand for wipes + pads. even better, use a peri bottle.
something i think a lot of people forget to mention, stay on top of your laundry. attitude laundry detergent is great but any works fine. i also like using baking soda or vinegar to remove any odours, especially for my towels. keep small organza bags with lavender inside your closet/drawers to keep the freshness (i’ve seen people also use scent beads but i don’t use those personally). fold them as soon as they’re dry and put it away to avoid wrinkly clothes. spot treat your stains as soon as possible.
you don’t need to get a manicure all the time. however, do maintain your nails by trimming them often, cuticle oiling and scrubbing underneath nails with a small brush in the shower.
build a skincare routine that works for your skin type. keep it minimal, you don’t need an excessive amount of products. cleanser, exfoliant, serum or moisturizer is more than enough, with the occasional spot treatment & mask. not necessary, but i also like shaving my face with a face razor. definitely not something for everyone, as some do claim it makes them break out! so keep that in mind. gua shua your face for lymphatic drainage and overall skin glow.
keep your home clean. a lot of people don’t realize that you can bring around lingering odours from your home onto you.
also, ladies, pay attention to the men you’re being intimate with. make sure they practice good hygiene themselves (this applies for everyone really!). after intimacy, make sure to clean yourself off well too. your ph will thank you. if you’re concerned that your ph levels are off, speak with your gyno/doctor!
note that these tips aren’t for everyone and to follow with your discretion. 🫶🏻
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marzipanandminutiae · 10 months
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Okay. Sum total of objects recovered from my burnt-out apartment:
- three French fashion dolls (two intact, one whose head had gotten broken)
- two vintage Barbies
- 1 modern BJD
- One Royal Crown Derby Imari 2451 Tea Set, including a cup and saucer set used in the filming of the movie Crimson Peak
- One replica of Lucille’s robe and nightgown set also from crimson Peak, homemade (Badly stained, but I’m going to try my best to fix that)
- One blue cotton skirt with soutache trim, homemade
- One replica of the clasped hands belt buckle from a movie I’m sure absolutely none of you can guess
- one black wool suiting skirt that I guess I had intended to alter, from a thrift store
- 1 Bradley and Hubbard oil lamp, wired for electricity (more lamps survived, but I was concerned that was too much heavy stuff to carry out)
- One black wool winter coat with gold silk lining, homemade
- One green wool dressing gown with silk lining, partially finished, handmade
- One green cotton skirt, partially finished, handmade
- One white cotton nightgown, handmade, also badly stained
- assorted pieces of jewelry and an antique jewelry box that ultimately had to be thrown away due to the glue melting from water damage
- One broken porcelain candleholder in the shape of an art nouveau nymph
- One pair American Duchess “Wednesday” shoes
- One laptop, functionality uncertain but intact
- One journal
There’s a chance we will get more stuff back, like furniture, when they clear the house to renovate or demolish it. The landlord said he’d be in touch about when that might be happening, so we can come and snag our bigger pieces as they are removed. I know this will be especially helpful for me because the drawers in my dresser were stuck shut from water damage, and all of my corsets and historical undergarments were in there. Plus, like I said… There were more lamps
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dualityvn · 1 year
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How would Keith respond to an MC who doesn’t believe they deserve/doesn’t know how to respond to romantic attention? Like, they’re dating Keith and they know they’re dating, but every time Keith tries to give them a gift or do something affectionate in public or anything, they just get this weird stare and start acting very coldly. But it’s not because they don’t like Keith, it’s just because they don’t believe that anyone could really be that seriously into them and they kind of worry that Keith is doing all of this to make fun of them.
Happy Valentine's Day! Here is pain!
(GN!MC x Keith)
Keith stared down at the bouquet in his hands. He'd tried to make this one the most beautiful bouquet he could come up with. He'd tried to add the flowers he'd seen you admire when you visited the flower shop. Since all the bouquets he'd made based on symbolism in the past hadn't been to your liking. He'd hoped that maybe, just maybe, this one would make you smile. But it hadn't. You'd hit him with that same blank expression and your voice had gone ice cold, tearing into him like a sharp blade.
Maybe he'd been too dumb to notice that you hated flowers.
He'd tried chocolate, he'd tried carefully written poems, homemade food shaped like hearts and roses, even things he'd had a hard time affording, but had saved up for. It always got the same reaction out of you. Did you just not like gifts? But you seemed to dislike the dates he poured so much effort into as well. The romantic dinners, the picnics, the boat rides at sunset.
You didn't enjoy any of it.
Was it just him? Perhaps that was it. It was because all these things came from him that you didn't like them. And yet you'd stuck by his side somehow, despite his incompetence and constant failures.
Then, an idea hit him. Maybe there was a type of gift that you would enjoy. One that wouldn't make you sneer or frown or look away.
× × ×
You can't stand this day. Valentine's Day. Everyone made sure to boast about the gifts they got, the events they had planned with their lovers. It only reminds you that no one would do something like that for you sincerely.
You can only feel relief when it's time for you to get home, away from all the hearts, roses, chocolate, and kisses.
You unlock your door and drag your feet in with a sigh. At last, some peace. In the process of taking off your shoes, you notice a red spot on the floor.
You frown. It couldn't be, could it? You finish removing your shoes and crouch down. That's when you also notice the metallic smell in the air. Looking up, you realise it isn't just one spot. Drops of blood trail down your entire hallway, like rose petals, leading to your bedroom.
You can feel the color drain from your face as dread spreads through your body. Slowly, you tip toe around the blood and approach your bedroom door. Fearing the worst, you push it open.
What you find there isn't a dead body or a blood thirsty serial killer. It's your boyfriend, Keith. He's sitting on the bed, shirtless, with several cuts decorating his entire torso. They spell "I love you," followed by your name, which looks to have been carved in deeper than the rest of the words. There's still blood trailing out of them and onto his red stained pants. His eyes are full of tears, most likely from the pain, but he is smiling.
"You didn't like the flowers, so I thought I'd try something different this time. Don't worry, I laid out towels on the bed so I wouldn't stain the sheets. Happy Valentine's Day, my love!"
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gem-ships · 1 month
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Turning an idea I had a few weeks ago for a baking story into a late Valentine's fic.
Pairing: Jace x Muffet
Words: 918
Content Warnings: Food, arachnophobia
Themes: Fluff, domestic living, cooking together
Tag list: @prinadonna @rosepetalmoon @overclockedselfshipping @floofyboi57 @flyingfishhugs @all4theluvoflizzy @little-bullheaded-shit @space-station-system
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Five inky arachnid eyes watched with curiosity, as a cat would when watching its prey as a short, plump human with brilliant seaglass eyes sat behind thick round frames and wavy brown hair scooted from counter to counter in her kitchen, mixing, measuring, pouring, baking, creating.
It was an art form and a dance as much as it was a science for them. Everything had to be in just the right proportions, chemically balanced, and cooked at just the right temperature for just the right amount of time.
It was never perfect. There were mistakes, of course there were, everyone makes mistakes. Even her, hard as that may have been to believe. But they never seemed to mind the mistakes. "The best part of baking is the mistakes are all edible!" She recalled them cheerfully reciting the first time they attempted to make a homemade pie crust.
Her cheeks flushed slightly at the memory of her then-new partner gleefully making churro cookies out of the failed dough before a loud clattering brought Muffet back to the present as her partner set a mixing bowl set on the counter, careful not to squish any of the little spiderling helpers that seemed to follow Muffet everywhere.
Ah, right. The apple pie they were making.
It was rather.... quaint. Charming, even. The ingredients were all so simple. Sugar, flour, butter, baking powder, apples, nutmeg, allspice, ginger and cinnamon... Not even a dash of powdered spider legs, an ingredient she considered an absolute necessity! But theirs was a much more... ordinary approach, when it came to additives, and she understood most humans would find ingesting arachnids to be... disconcerting at the least.
Jace trotted back and forth, gathering ingredients and equipment with a carefree grin on their face. Muffet watched them as a soft, almost hungry smile curled itself onto her lips, her fangs poking out ever so slightly.
It was... sweet, to see them so joyful. She could almost just eat them up.
....almost.
"Muffy, how do I use a pastry cutter?" Jace asked, breaking her train of thought.
"Never used one before, dearie?" She asked in her most saccharine and polite voice as she focused back on them.
They shook their head. "Never had one growing up, I always just used either a fork or my hands when I had to cut butter into something."She gave a short laugh and walked over to them.
"It's really quite simple. Let me show you."
She placed a hand on the mixing bowl for stability, and another over Jace's, the one clutching the pastry cutter. She guided their movement, cutting the butter into the flour and using a couple of her spare hands to cut more butter into the dough once the current piece was well incorporated.
A faint rosy hue stained Jace's cheeks as they worked together. Muffet, well aware of how easy it was to rile them up, rested her head on their shoulder so she could see what they were doing.
Once the dough was formed, she let go of them.
"There we are. That should be sufficient for a simple pie crust. I'll leave you to it, love." She intoned as she left the kitchen so they could concentrate.
...but not without giving their cheek a gentle peck first.
Not that that helped their concentration any.
They tried their best to get the dough rolled to an even thickness before they transferred it to a pie plate, trimmed and crimped the edges to make it nice and neat, and then set it in the oven to bake while the apple filling was prepped.
Now there was just the matter of the top shell... they thought while they cooked the apples in butter and cinnamon-laced brown sugar.
They hummed while they worked, all the while thinking of what to do with the scraps of dough. "It would be a shame to waste it" they thought. They didn't like to waste food...
Soon though, an idea hit them and a giddy grin formed on their face as they got to work.
The oven dinged shortly after, and Jace filled the baked shell with the apples, arranged into a swirly rose-like pattern, then laid on top of it the cover. They smiled as they shut the oven door to let it bake and got to cleaning their mess.
The wait felt like forever, but soon, the oven went off. The whole house was permeated with the delicious scent of apples and cinnamon as Jace opened the oven, donned a pair of oven mitts patterned with rainbow stripes and quickly removed it to cool.
They took a moment to admire their work. Was it the prettiest? No, there were pieces of patchwork where there wasn't enough dough, the apples were slumping over each other in some places, the lattice wasn't the neatest, it was nowhere near professional like Muffet's pies were. But it was theirs, and it was good enough for them.
They just hoped it would be for her too.
"Muffy! It's finished!" They called.
The spiderfolk woman sauntered back in the kitchen with a pair of her arms crossed and gave the dessert a once over, noting the cute little dough hearts dotting the lattice work, and the rose shape underneath.
She giggled softly and pulled her partner close.
"Terribly, sickeningly sweet design work, my dear." She chimed.
Jace pouted, to which Muffet just laughed.
"But I would expect no less from you. You did marvelous."
She kissed their cheek, and set to cutting a couple of slices. Jace got the vanilla bean ice cream from the freezer and doled out two scoops in small ice cream dishes, and hugged their girlfriend as she cut.
They spoke with a soft, playful tone. "Happy valentine's day to you too."
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havegood · 4 months
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OK.... i entered it. it is TRASHED in there. not sure what maintenance did and what the former tenants did but it is bad in there. both their tubs are so so badly stained brown and reddish. many of the blinds on their windows are completely twisted and fucked. one of the bedroom's carpets are half heaved up (i think maintenance partially removed it and then left it draped over itself) somehow still faintly smells like weed near where the washing machines used to be. filthy floors. scary to walk through. (was worried someone was in there and wouldn't like that i was also in there)(i would not have taddled if the case)(would have returned with peace offering of homemade cookies of my fridge if they would partake of)(would've had someone to cook for. lol)
very large and would be nice if it was cleaned, though. the larger apartments offered by this complex are winding. i think i will go back in and record a video. maybe. i turned off some of the lights in there but not all of them, i got too scared and darted out
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munsins · 2 years
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There For You e.m
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Summary: Ever since Eddie was convicted of murdering Chrissy you haven’t seen him, only hearing about him on the news or Dustin coming over to update you on his whereabouts and status, little did you know this would be the last news you receive of your beloved boyfriend.
Warnings: ANGST (CAUSE IM SAD), lots of crying, mentions of blood, panic attacks, just the whole thing is fuckin sad, (had to cut some scenes short mb), in this universe there isn’t a cosmic buttcrack going through Hawkins, and Max is well and alive and so is Jason.
Characters: Eddie Munson, Dustin Henderson, fem!reader, Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Jason Carver.
FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED <3
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Eddie and Dustin rush down from the trailer's roof, the sounds of thunder cracking and demobats shrieking filling the dense air as the pair hurries inside for protection. "Eddie cmon!”
Dustin yells in fear as Eddie closes the gate just as the demobats arrive. Closing the trailer door, they lay their heads against the wall, gasping hard to collect their breath, "dude, most metal ever!" Dustin shouts, drawing Eddie's attention as they jump up and down in excitement.
Their joy was stopped short as they heard little feet tapping against the roof of the RV. They stare at each other in concern as the head of a demobat pokes through the vent. Dustin and Eddie scream as they begin slashing and prodding the thing through the hole.
Eddie takes the spiked trash can lid and slams it against the roof, covering the opening "there aren't any more vents right?" Dustin stares towards Eddie, his eyes darting, but as they hurry towards his bedroom, the bats cry angrily filling the room "Shut it, shut it!" Dustin yells at Eddie as he slams the door shut.
They sprint back to the head of the caravan, rushing to get back up to the gate and out of the upside down Eddie urges Dustin to climb faster.
Dustin lands on the stained mattress quickly getting up to make place for Eddie, signaling for him to hurry as the hammering at the bedroom door becomes louder. Eddie begins to climb, halting in his tracks and peering out the front door "Eddie cmon you're so close cmon Eddie let's go!"
Dustin's voice becomes increasingly terrified as Eddie jumps down from the homemade rope, clutching the spear. "Eddie...Eddie no what are you doing?" his voice quivers as Eddie chops down the rope in one swift swoop, landing in Dustin's clutches on the other side. "I'm buying more time."
He dashes out toward the bike, and the demobats take notice and begin to pursue him. Eddie pedals as quickly as he can before getting snatched off his bike by the flying creatures. When guilt overtakes him, he turns around, removing the spear from his back and holding the shield in front of him. “Cmon!” He yells the thunder crackling behind him.
The bats charge him as he attempts to hold them off for as long as he can while still buying time for the three approaching Vecna.
Meanwhile, Dustin places a chair in front of him, hops on it, grabs the gate, and falls through it. A loud crack fills the empty trailer, causing him to cry in pain. He quickly grabs his spear, uses it as a cane, and exits the van.
As he limps towards the swarm of bats, his eyes immediately seek for his friend "Eddie!" Dustin yells and runs towards him, his movements becoming more staggered as his pace quickens.
Eddie is taken down by the monsters, with one of them choking him while others descend and begin feeding on him; he howls in pain, attempting to throw them off of him.
Dustin continues to rush towards Eddie, the bats dropping around him as he notices his body resting on the floor, he attempts to step up his pace, his breathing increasing faster at the sight of Eddie's condition.
Dustin panics dropping down next to Eddie as he lifts his upper half to his lap “oh god Eddie panic enters his voice as the spear drops with a thud. "b- bad huh.." Eddie chokes back on his own blood as Dustin scans his wounds "no, no no no you're gonna to be ok we just gotta get you to a hospital okay? " The boy reassures him, his voice breaking, "okay.." the sounds of him coughing on his own blood concern Dustin as he begins to pull him up.
"Alright, alright, alright alright Eddie cmon.." Dustin struggles to pick him up, the pain in his leg and Eddie's weight holding him down "gimmie- just gimmie a second okay.." Eddie struggles to breathe, the blood in his throat slowly filling his lungs, his breathing grows faster, a small reassuring smile peaks his face as Dustin stares back in fear.
Eddie's breathing becomes labored, and his face contorts, "I didn't run away this time, right?" Dustin struggles to keep back tears, "no no no no, you didn't run," he says as his attempt to hold back tears fails as tears begin to weld in his eyes. "You're gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?" "No, you're gonna do that yourself!" Dustin fights back tears, his voice quivering as he feels the tears fall down his face “nah man, say I’m gonna look after them.” Dustin lets out a sob shaking his head in retaliation his cries becoming more apparent “say it.” Dustin steadies his breath.
"I'm- I'm gonna look after them," he finally says to Eddie, his voice becoming softer as he chokes out another cry, the thunder rumbling around them "good." Eddie sniffles, his face smeared in blood. Dustin begged, hoping that this wasn't true; he didn't want it to be real, and part of him felt bad for having him come to the upside down with him. Eddie meant so much to the people who loved him, and now he's lying in Dustin's lap on the verge of death.
"C- cause I'm actually gonna g- graduate," Eddie attempts to laugh to lighten the mood, only for a small wheeze to come out of his throat as he chokes back on blood "I think it's my year Henderson.." Dustin sniffles nodding his head at Eddie "I think it's fffinally my year" Eddie sucks in a deep breath trying to hold on as long as he can, his closed lipped smile returning "I love you man..” Dustin’s hand lightly falls against Eddie’s chest, he knew what was coming he felt Eddie slipping away, “I love you too.”
The boy sobs, looking Eddie in the eyes as tears form "t- tell (Y/N)" Eddie stifles out a sigh in pain "tell her- tell her that I love her, please" Eddie pleaded Dustin nods as his lip quivers "I will, I promise."
Dustin whimpers in disbelief, his voice shakes grabbing ahold of him "cmon" he shakes him harder as Eddie's lifeless body moves against him "Eddieee!" Eddie looks out towards the sky, his tears falling, his pupils dilate as his body falls limp in Dustin's hold "Eddie.." he slightly shook him noticing the zoned out state "Eddie." " He cries, his voice becoming more enraged as he cups his face.
He closes his eyes tears falling against Eddie’s body his whimpers grow louder as he lays with him on the floor, Dustin was still in disbelief as the realization hit him, what was he going to tell you, he promised that when all of this was done he'd bring Eddie back to you, you made him promise.
“Yes, I Dustin Henderson promise to bring Eddie back in one piece” he rolls his eyes reciting the words you made him say.
“Alive!” You quip giving the boy a stern look as your point your finger towards him.
“Oh my god yes alive can I go now we’re running out of time” Dustin points at you back.
You grin contentedly, "pinky promise." You extend your pinky towards him, "you're joking." He sighs, "what part of running out of time do you not understand (Y/N)?" He draws out his words in frustration, "just do it! ”
You raise your voice, "you're so childish, I hope you know that" he shakes his head, looking up at you through furrowed brows, as you smile harder, shaking your pinky at him, he locks his pinky with yours firmly "okay you're safe to go now" Dustin groans, his body slumping as his eyes meet the ceiling, "hurry you're running out of time Henderson! " You remind him as he walks out of your room flipping you off.
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2 days have passed since you last heard from the group, you've walked about with anticipation, attempted reaching Dustin using the walkie-talkie he left at your house, but he didn't respond, the end of the day was approaching, and you'd given up on contacting him.
You sigh as you sit on your bed, staring at the framed photo of you and Eddie. You reach over, grabbing the picture from your nightstand, grazing your fingertips across his happy face, the edges of your lips pulling up into a grin, "please be okay Eddie," you say to yourself.
A loud knock echoes through your room, causing you to jump and place the picture frame on your bed. "Jesus, come in!" you exclaim. Dustin's head pops in with a smirk as you lay your palm on your chest to catch your breath. "Oh my God, Henderson!" You grab him into an embrace, "Jesus, where have you been? I've been trying to reach you for two days." You release him, clutching onto his shoulders, while his face softens into a worried expression.
Your brows quickly knit together, mirroring his face, and you see his sunken, reddish eyes, "what...whats wrong kid?" Your tone softens as your eyes scan his face; your head lifts from the youngster to watch Steve and Robin enter the room; you return your gaze to Dustin, whose eyes never leave your anxious face; "what's going on?" You let go of Dustin, your gaze shifting to Robin, who is staring at the ground, and Steve's sympathetic expression.
"(Y/N) I think you should have a seat; this isn't going to be easy." Dustin moves your desk chair across from you while Steve walks you to your bed, sitting next to you on the end of it. Robin stood her ground at the door. "When we were in- in the upside down..." Dustin leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees, searching for the proper words: "Eddie he...he sacrificed himself to buy us more time." He couldn't finish his sentence because he was staring at you.
The look in your eyes when you hear Eddie's name is optimistic but also concerned: "Where is Eddie now...?" Your breathing increased as you looked between the three other faces in your room; they were all looking everywhere but your face; you return your gaze to Dustin, who takes out a tiny necklace with Eddie's pic on the end of it.
As you reach for the necklace, your hands begin to shake. "No..." "You promised...you promised that you'd bring him back alive!" your breath shakes as you pull the necklace to your face, squeezing it between your hands. Your voice cracks as tears well up in your eyes, "I know and I'm sorry (Y/N)... He died to save all of us." Dustin leans out and puts his hand on your knee.
You grasp your shirt, sobs exiting your mouth, and your breathing quickens as you try to speak "hey hey hey calm down it's going to be okay." Steve lays his hand on your shoulder, attempting to calm you down as your cries intensify, screaming in anguish.
When Dustin proposed the plan to you, you knew it was a bad idea, but you trusted him because you knew he had it in Eddie's best interests. Steve pulls you into a hug, trying not to cry as he stares at the wall behind you, this was a new pain, a pain that couldn't be healed, your heart physically hurt as your throat burned.
Dustin swallows and clears his throat, prepared to speak again. "We didn't know what to do because he was too heavy and Vecna was approaching and-" you pull your face away from Steve's chest, your eyes bloodshot red, "you...left him there." Your heart sank as you realized Eddie was still in the upside down, most likely being fed on by whatever killed him.
"I'm sorry we weren't able to take him to the gate." Dustin attempted to explain his notice of your increasing rage. "So you just left him there to be eaten by whatever creature murdered him!" Dustin puts his head down, not daring to make eye contact with you as the room becomes quiet.
Dustin fights back tears as he feels your harsh stare leave him. "I'm sorry (Y/N he didn't deserve any of this")" Robin speaks for the first time, "I need to be alone," your breathing slows, and Steve pulls you from his grip, "I don't think we should leave you alone in this state." Steve stares at you with concern, "Please just leave, I need to be alone." You raise your voice as the three of them exit the room.
As soon as they go, your chest feels heavier, and you slump against your bed with another loud sob. Your body stills against the mattress as cries exit from the depths of your chest, this isn’t a normal sadness, this is heartbreak one you can’t recover from.
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It's been 4 days since Eddie's death, Robin, Steve, and Dustin manage to get you to go to school since they thought it'd be good for you to get out of your room. You haven't left your bed since the news of Eddie's death, and the gang came in to comfort you but failed because you were barely able to speak.
Lunch time was vastly approaching, you’ve had teachers console you students who called him a monster only a week ago try and give you sympathy but you knew none of them really cared, they hated Eddie they treated him badly cause he was different so none of their pity meant anything to you.
You sit down at the lunch table pulling the chair Eddie would usually sit in back and slumping against it. You felt a shiver go up your spine at the emptiness of the seat, usually Eddie would be sitting in it talking about his plans for his new campaign or throwing food at the younger students there was never a moment of silence at this table when Eddie was around, but now there’s a new found silence between everyone as they’re in mourning as well.
You feel a hand on your shoulder your eyes gazing up towards Gareth’s he puts on a crooked smile as his eyebrows knit together “Eddie would be furious if he saw you sitting there alone” he tries lightening up the mood as the group erupts in a quiet laughter.
Everyone quietly begins to speak easing the tense air, you fold your arms staring down at the table “yeah that freak got what was coming to him.” Your eyes shoot up and wander around the cafeteria hall to meet Jason’s he was walking towards his table with his friends by his side “One less devil worshipper in our town I say” his friend adds on them sharing a low chuckle.
You shoot up from the table as everyone stares at you in confusion Dustin’s eyes meet where yours were looking “(Y/N) no don’t.” Dustin tries to hold you back but you were quick to move from his grasp heading towards Jason,Mike and Dustin following behind you to stop you from whatever you were about to do.
“Hey Jason.” You yell grabbing his attention, his smile turning into a look of confusion as your rush towards the boy slapping him across the face.
The cafeteria falls silent as Dustin and Mike stop in their tracks in shock “what the hell was that for you bitch!” Jason yells in anger “Don’t you have no fucking respect!” You yell back fury in your eyes “he died trying to save your asses the least you can do is show some fucking respect.” Your voice was full of anger the entire cafeteria was now focusing on the scene right before their eyes.
Jason scoffs as his face inches closer towards yours “you want me to believe that freak died trying to save us” “your little boyfriend has your mind all twisted up princess he was a freak, a devil worshipper, nothing but a lowlife who wanted to drag other people into his demonic little game” your chest heaved the more Jason spoke everything he said was wrong, but you couldn’t exactly say what happened which made you even more furious.
“You’ve demonized him to the point where he doesn’t even sound human! He died to keep all of you safe, he died to protect everyone in this town the same town who casted him aside and treated him like shit only because he was different.” you look out towards the full room of people who are now either looking away in shame or staring directly at you “He wasn’t a freak, you guys treated him like one cause you couldn’t accept the fact that he was different.”
Tears brim your eyes as your voice begins to crack, your eyes lock with Jason’s again “you couldn’t accept the fact that Chrissy just wanted to buy drugs because you would’ve made her feel like a freak for what she was going through.” You point your finger at him with nothing but hate in your tone. “Don’t talk about Chrissy.” “Don’t talk about Chrissy?! Oh what cause I’m right?” You laugh in his face poking your finger against his chest.
“You know I’m right Carver, you’re the worst of the worst when it comes to this school, you’re the fucking freak.” You walk out of the cafeteria everyone’s eyes following you in shock Jason shakes his head turning back towards his table. Dustin and Mike stare at each other heading back towards the other Hellfire members thinking it’s be better to give you space.
You force the front doors of the school open tears falling from your eyes, you jump into your car starting it then rushing home, slamming the front door closed you run up to your bedroom sitting on your bed, tears start to fall again, you manage to calm yourself down again as your eyes scan your room memories start flooding back to you as you look at the collection of cassettes that’s stacked haphazardly on your dresser.
“Here I think you’d like this” Eddie pops the Iron Maiden cassette into the radio turning it up slowly, he starts nodding his head playing air guitar to the beat of the song, “you look so stupid” you laugh at him watching his every move “oh cmon you love me sweetheart” he was right you do love him more than anything in the world, Eddie grabs your hands dragging you up to his chest you stumble against him as he flails your arms around mouthing the words.
Your smile is big and bright as you laugh at his antics “I love you (Y/N)” Eddie’s eyes soften looking into yours, your heart begins to flutter “I love you Munson.” You giggle as he attacks you in kisses “stop it Eddie!” “Never, m’gonna kiss you till my lips fall off”
You wake up hours later, the sun now gone as the moon shines through your dark room, you get up from your bed changing out of your clothes and into something more comfortable you head back towards your bed lifting the messy covers. The world felt so quiet, so still without him, part of you was now gone and never coming back. You felt so empty without him an uneasy feeling set in your stomach at the thought that he’ll never have a funeral, he’ll never be at peace.
You sigh shaking the thought from your head tap tap you stop in your tracks eyes scanning your room tap tap the noise grew louder and more repetitive “(Y/N)…open the window.” The voice was raspy and tired, you stood from your bed cautiously walking towards the window.
Who could be outside your window this late at night? Dustin? No he would’ve walkied you..Steve? No his window monkey days are over if neither of them then who the hell could it be “(Y/N) I can hear your heartbeat..I know you’re awake just please…open the window.” The person on the other side sounded more fatigued with each breath they drew.
You inch closer towards the window slowly pulling the curtain back, in a hurry you yank them apart eyes widening at the sight before you, his head was against the window his breath fogging up the glass your hands move to your mouth as you stare at the man before you in shock.
“E…Eddie?”
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inklore · 2 years
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fic recs blog | past monthly recs
happy end of march, loves! i hope your month was splendid and sweet <3
this month was filled with a heavy load of media consumption on my behalf, and upon doing that i was reminded how amazing it is to be able to read and consume these beautiful stories and have them shared by all of the talented people on here.
what would we have if we didn’t have people out here creating content for us all to enjoy and devour?! so i say wholeheartedly thank you to every writer on this, and not on this list, for continuing to write and make content for this hellsite.
you are more appreciated than you know and deserve so much recognition for all that you do for the writer/reader community!
18+ ONLY MINORS DNI with the works below. unless it’s stated otherwise.
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MARVEL
Recite Your Baseline by @kneel-bitches (loki laufeyson)
Hey Handsome by @sunshinebuckybarnes (steve rogers)
Sentimentality by @fluffyprettykitty (yelena belova)
Exceptional by @/fluffyprettykitty (monica rambeau)
Call It A Night by @clints-lucky-arrow 
4am And A Bottle Of Champagne by @beakeoghan (shang-chi)
In Too Deep by @allaboardthereadingrailroad (frank castle)
Sun Dance by @melodramama (thor odinson)
Untitled by @galatially (bucky barnes)
Mafia!Bucky by @angrythingstarlight (bucky barnes)
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PETER PARKER
None Of Your Friends’ Business by @specialk-18
Heat Waves by @rae-gar-targaryen
Homemade Cookies by @wint3r-h3art
Untitled by @burnthoneymint
Melted by @venomsilk
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DC
Laundry Day by @/clints-lucky-arrow (adrian chase)
Mist by @/fluffyprettykitty (selina kyle)
Lessons In Design by @ohcaptains (edward nashton)
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BRUCE WAYNE
Paradise Circus by @/allaboardthereadingrailroad
Dark Days by @/allaboardthereadingrailroad
Crave by @leydileyla
The Absence Of Light by @usermalewife
Let Go by @/allaboardthereadingrailroad
Just A Taste by @/allaboardthereadingrailroad
Ensnared, Entwined by @eupheme
Echo In The Void by @thanatosfic
Penumbra by @/usermalewife
Plaything by @/fluffyprettykitty
Don’t Be Voyeur With Me by @/eupheme
I Bet On Losing Dogs by @imaginedisish
Every Night I Burn by @/allaboardthereadingrailroad
As The Sea Loves by @bonky-n-steeb
That’s Quite The Revelation by @waspswidows
Give Me A Show by @toxicmodernity
Sure As Hell Not Jesus (But You’re Saving Me) by @greenorangevioletgrass
Copper Stained by @/clints-lucky-arrow
Into The Abyss by @atlaese
Close Call by @/eupheme
Taste Of You by @silver-pieces
The Thing About Strays by @babbushka
Something In The Way by @mypoisonedvine
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BRIDGERTON
With His Head Between Her Thighs by @gxtitobxby
Seed by @pinkandblueblurbs
Man Of Honor by @thegossipoftheton
Good, Honorable Men by @/pinkandblueblurbs
Unexpected Affections by @/clints-lucky-arrow
Crickets at Midnight by @/sobriquett (kanthony)
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FILM
Valleys by @charnelhouse (triple frontier)
Stay Quiet by @jettia (duncan idaho)
Dirty Little Secret by @saintlike78 (charlie swan)
Into It by @andvys (finnick odair)
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RPF
Fine Line by @/greenorangevioletgrass (will poulter)
Dream Girl by @honeydulcewrites (dev patel)
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if you would like me to remove your works within this list, for whatever reason, please let me know and i will kindly do so!
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lailoken · 2 years
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Dear Lailoken, would you mind writing some instructions on how to craft a wand?
This process will be different for every person, but crafting a wand generally consists of a few major steps:
Coming across a limb of wood which speaks to you in some meaningful way. It may be a naturally fallen specimen, but it may also be a living limb. If the latter is the case, it's highly important that proper respect and prudence are shown, both practically and spiritually. I also think that it's important to learn about the ecology and folklore surrounding any wood you plan to work intimately with.
Allowing the piece to properly dry and season. This part of the process is unique to any given situation, but it's important for the structural integrity of the wood. There is a lot of information online and in books that is helpful in estimating such timing yourself.
Physically shaping and working on the piece. Usually, this entails manicuring excess length and growths, removing the bark, sanding it the desired amount, and then doing any other detail work like carving and smoothing.
Staining the wood. This step focuses on altering the coloration of the wood, and can be achieved using a homemade, natural pigment, or with store-bought stains.
Varnishing the wood. This step reinforces and protects the wood, while also giving it an extra lustre. Again, this can be achieved using personally devised varnishes made from resin, or with store-bought varnish.
Consecrating the implement. Having finished with any last touches and ornamentations, the final step is generally dedicating the tool to your Craft in a significant fashion.
After that, it just comes down to using it as you see fit, and upkeeping it against wear and tear.
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thegoldfishbowl · 1 year
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A Holmes Halloween
Mycroft loves Halloween. He loves fall in general. The temperatures start to dip, the leaves start to change colors, and best of all, the stores fill their shelves with spooky Halloween costumes and decorations. Mycroft adores it all.
Your first Halloween with Mycroft includes:
- October 1: Pumpkin spice explosion. Candles, coffee, cookies, pies. It’s fall y’all!
- October 2: Initial reconnaissance of Halloween themed websites. What are the predominant themes this year? What pieces does he need and which can he not live without? A list is sent to Anthea.
- October 3: Invitations go out for his Halloween party. RSVP’s due by 10/15.
- October 4: Into the attic to bring out his Halloween collection. Carefully unwrap each item from bubble wrap, check for wear and tear, insert batteries.
- October 5: Decorate! Mycroft has very specific plans for each room theme. He is pleased that you understand his vision.
- October 6: Halloween Tree goes up in the main hall. 10 feet of spooky, sparkly goodness. Also will have a theme.
- October 7: First trip to the shops for new decor, candy, more pumpkin spice candles. He doesn’t want to run out.
- October 8: Reconfirm with catering company that they have his recipe for “Blood Punch.” Must express the importance of correct ice to fruit ratio.
- October 9: Time to decorate outside! Inflatable characters wired to a timer, tombstones firmly in place, trees and bushes lit with orange fairy lights.
- October 10: Movie night! Double feature: Hocus Pocus and Practical Magic.
- October 11: Costume fitting. These were picked out in July so alterations may be necessary. Remind Sherlock and Dr. Watson not to wait until the last minute to choose costumes. Confirm with rental office that costumes will be available at the last minute for Sherlock and Dr. Watson.
- October 12: Second trip to the shops for candy, trinkets, etc for goody bag assembly for trick-or-treaters. More pumpkin spice candles!
- October 13: Trip to the pumpkin patch. Mycroft gives you and several others a lesson in choosing the best pumpkin for carving, also tips for helping your jack-o-lantern last.
- October 14: Confirm apple delivery with local orchard. Must have sufficient supply for apple bobbing contest.
- October 15: RSVP’s due for costume party. Secretly pleased that all of Sherlock’s goldfish will be attending this year.
- October 16: Begin wearing Halloween themed socks under suits. Ties too on days with no meetings.
- October 17: Movie Night! The Exorcist.
- October 18: Pick up allergy prescription before Hayride tonight. Try to get Apple Cider recipe from concession vender.
- October 19: Spooky couples photo shoot in nearby graveyard w/ 2 costume changes and special effects.
- October 20: Pumpkin carving party with Sherlock, Dr. Watson, and DI Lestrade. Google recipes for dried pumpkin seeds, also: how to remove pumpkin stains from ceiling - damn you, Sherlock!
- October 21: Receive word from Anthea that elusive 12 foot skeleton from American hardware store has been located. Pay exorbitant fee for rush delivery.
- October 22: Third trip to the shops for 40% off sale on Halloween related merchandise. Decide this is the year to finally start a collection of Halloween Village miniatures. Pumpkin spice candles are sold out.
- October 23: Visit local Haunted House attraction. Contemplate getting a fog machine.
- October 24: Catch the seasonal flu that has been going around. Spend the day in pj’s eating homemade chicken soup and watching Universal Monster movies.
- October 25: Still not feeling 100%. Take another sick day and work on creating the perfect Halloween playlist for the party. Must include The Monster Mash.
- October 26: Fourth trip to the shops for 60% off sale on Halloween related merchandise. Sneer at Christmas decorations taking over the store shelves. Contemplate purchasing Gingerbread scented candles.
- October 27: Volunteer to help with trick-or-treat event at St. Barts children’s wing . Have Anthea double the amount of his annual charitable donation to the hospital.
- October 28: Date night: Haunted London Tour. Remember fondly a 7 year old Sherlock dressing as Jack the Ripper for school costume party.
- October 29: Take home altered costumes after final fitting. Remind Sherlock that he has, yet again, waited until the last minute to select a costume.
- October 30: Final check of all party preparations. Receive delivery of extra chairs, alcohol, and apples. Fifth trip to shops for extra goodies for trick-or-treaters. Feel disappointed that the stores are playing Christmas music already. Buy the Gingerbread candles anyway. Donate to the bell ringer when exiting.
- October 31: Host the best Halloween party anyone has ever attended. Win prize for Best Couples Costume - Frankenstein and His Bride. Win prize for Best Decorated Home in the Neighborhood. Hand out 650 goody bags to trick-or-treaters - a new record! End the night in bed eating leftover canapés and candy while watching Ghostbusters: Afterlife. Discuss plans for next year’s party.
- November 1: Let’s put up the Christmas Tree!
Happy Halloween!!
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ofpineapplesanddawns · 5 months
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wrapping legs around your partner
- Lucian x Peter
(Sorry if I’ve requested this one before)
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Sorry for the slight delay, I went to make homemade soup!
This is for the urban explorer au, because I was talking about it the other day. (And you haven't answer for this prompt before, haha, I don't think anyone has!)
On with the fic!
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"This place smells like wet death." Peter said as he fiddled with his camera.
Lucian looked at the warped floorboards, where dark stains were very obvious, along with even darker patches that might be a terrible mold. He could hear water dripping from somewhere inside of the old, abandoned house they were inside of.
"Well, clearly." Lucian commented and knew that Peter was giving him a hard look for his tone. "It's not an unfamiliar smell."
"Guess you're used to it from living in sewers before." Peter said before letting out a whoop when he got his camera working. It had taken a bit of a tumble the other night when they tried exploring and ended up getting chased out by some angry people who were doing... something in there, Lucian wasn't sure what exactly.
"Hm." Lucian chose not to really acknowledge that, even though Peter was correct. "I don't think this home is structurally sound. Why explore it?"
"Cause I haven't seen anyone else do it, and it was requested." Peter commented as he walked around, starting to narrate about the old home as Lucian kept a distance away. He sniffed the air, trying to see if there might be a nest of sorts here. Peter was right, it did smell of wet death, but then again, animals rots and so does wood, and both gave off dreadful stenches went wet.
As he went to investigate a room, he heard a loud crack and then a shout of alarm and pain. Lucian was quick to rush over to a set of stairs, where he found Peter at the bottom of them, his leg stuck the broken second step from the bottom. He was groaning, rubbing his head.
"Are you alright?" Lucian asked, helping him up.
"Not... really." Peter grunted, looking at the steps with the light of his headlamp. The stairs looked worse than the floor, covered in black mold and it was clear the old wood was rotten to the point of brittleness.
The hole Peter made nearly took out the whole step, and the step before it clearly had been close to breaking as well. Lucian removed Peter's leg, wincing at the slowly forming stains of blood on the dark pant leg. "I think you damaged your leg."
"Fuck." Peter frowned, trying to move it this way and that. "Hurts to move it, might take a bit to heal tonight." He then hissed when he gave his leg a good shake, his foot... uhh...
"Might have to carry you back to the car." Lucian sighed. "We'll just have to film another night, this place it too unstable, and I do not want to risk you falling through the floor."
"Uhg, fine." Peter said, though he clearly did not protest when Lucian lifted him up. In fact, he was quick to wrap his legs around Lucian's waist. "Was plannin' on doing this to you later, but I guess now is fine."
"What, hurt yourself and then get picked up by me?"
"Nah, more like... get you back to the flat, have you have me pinned to a wall with my legs around you like this, and you're-" Peter smirked and Lucian shook his head, heading for the door, careful of where he stepped.
"Not until your leg is better, you heal faster than a human, but it still takes a bit." Lucian reminded him and Peter groaned, calling him a kill joy.
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Give Peter a few hours, then he'll get Lucian to do what he had planned.
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Thanks for the tag @the---hermit ! 💕
Nickname: tbh i don't really have one? Some friends call me b. Just the letter b. (Short for Bea.) Others call me Emma or Sara bc for some reason people seem to mistake me for those names fairly frequently. Like a weird amount. Neither of those even slightly resemble Grace, but i guess they still count as nicknames?
Sign: Cancer
Height: somewhere around 5'7? 5'8?
Last thing I googled: EDC removal biodegradation
Song stuck in my head: Fired My Therapist by Madelline
No. of followers: on this account it's a pleasant 198!! Love you guys! 💕💕
Amount of sleep: 2 hrs. Help. Akjxkajska
Lucky number: 3, 7, 11, 12
Dream job: probably like a museum or hotel guest services specialist. Working with people directly to teach them about local wildlife and natural history while also still having highly variable days that allow me to work within a WIDE skill set. I think I'd also really like consulting as a sustainable design specialist! Or being a professor! Or scientific diving! Or-!
Wearing: Very comfy teal-ish pajama pants + yellow shirt + pinkish peach sweatshirt
Movies/books that summarize you: BOOKS: The Martian by Andy Weir, The Library of Babel by Jorge Luis Borges, The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan, Instant Karma AND Cress by Marissa Meyer, Journey to the Center of The Earth by Jules Verne, Island of the Blue Dolphins by Scott O'Dell, Brain on Fire by Susannah Cahalan, Silent Spring by Rachel Carson. MOVIES: Princess Bride, Moana, Finding Nemo, Frozen, The Sound of Music
Favorite song: Take the Weight by Kristin Stokes and Rob Rokicki. (Subject to change in the next 30-1300 seconds)
Aesthetic: morning light shining through crystals in windows and casting rainbows all around a room. Water splashing up and sparkling in the light during an early morning paddle out to a quiet surfing spot. overgrown jungle trails teeming with unusual life. Paint stains on old t-shirts and paintbrushes tucked into perpetually wild hair. Well-worn field guides, pocket-sized sketch pads, multi tools long since broken in, creased maps covered in scrawled writing, and pages and pages of notes (with exclamation points aplenty) on how to read the land, sea, and sky. Stacks of books lovingly arranged and filled with homemade book marks (paint swatches with doodles inked on). Dream destinations tacked up on the wall. Musical instruments and songbooks in every corner. Whiteboards with doodles and architectural sketch ideas with arrows pointing to hastily written acronyms and questions. Laptop with one million tabs open. Leg always bouncing, eyes always starry, shoes always tied tightly ready for the next adventure. Always humming. Faint smell of green tea and vanilla.
Favorite authors: Marissa Meyer, Rick Riordan, Neal Shusterman, Rachel Carson
Favorite animal noise: when my dog gets really excited she does this lil grunting thing that sounds a bit like a contented Berkshire pig. She's so weird i love her so much.
Random: I have a long term goal of watching all the Disney movies in the primary language of the country in which they’re set, so I’m trying to learn like All The Languages. It’s a lot but it’s FUN. The University of Hawaii at Manoa sent me a copy of Moana in Hawaiian like a year ago and I’m STILL freaking out about it ITS SO COO L.
No pressure tagging: @daydreaming-optimist @contre-qui @seasoftea @sttchingllies @oceanok @willowstea @thiscolorfulmess @suckstobehuman @whats-in-a-username @silhouette-of-sarah @humble-boness @earlymoderngothic @cheshire-castle-library @noa-the-physicist @backtomycorner @permanentreverie @notetaeker and anyone else who wants to join in!
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rinnelovebot · 2 years
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18 from the christmas prompts with niki if thats okay? thank you!!! <3
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A/N: wahhhh baking w Niki ,,,, the dream
*ೃ༄ Niki Shiina + 18: “Hey, don’t touch Santa’s cookies.”
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You didn’t really know how long you had been in the kitchen with your boyfriend for—you had lost track of time ages ago. The only teller of time was the fact that the sun had finally finished setting a few minutes ago.
You glanced over your shoulder, watching as Niki removed the Christmas cookies—that you had both worked together to make—from the oven. You couldn’t help but notice how adorable he looked right now, clad in his slightly stained apron, and humming a tune to himself.
Originally, you had planned on buying pre-made dough from the grocery store to bake, as it was far easier, but your boyfriend wouldn’t hear it. He insisted upon teaching you his recipe for homemade cookies, prideful as he explained you how good they were. Niki seemed excited to teach you something and spend time with you, so you decided upon humoring his request—or rather, his demand. And plus, you really were dying to try his cookies.
So that’s how you ended up here. It took some trial and error before you got the hang of kneading the dough and shaping the cookies, but Niki was proud of you regardless.
“Hey, what’re you thinking about?” Niki asked, bringing you back to your senses. He looked puzzled, tilting his head and coming closer to you. You leaned back onto the cold countertop, sighing with content. You would say you were thinking about him, but for the sake of not being embarrassed, you decided against it.
“Hm? Oh, nothing…” You paused, gently taking a piece of his hair and fiddling with it. “Just happy I didn’t settle for the store-bought dough, y’know?”
He giggled at your words, cheeks lightly dusted with pink. “You see, I told you~!” The man laughed. He smiled so brightly that you thought you’d be blinded. It was humorous how unaware he was of his own charm. Maybe his lack of self-awareness was one of the traits that made him so adorable.
After a few more moments of silence, you walked around him, ready to see the finished product. And boy, did it deliver. They looked amazing—just the right shape, color, and size. You could’ve drooled right then and there.
But, as you reached out to grab one, you felt a hand grab onto your wrist, pulling you backwards until your back hit your boyfriends chest. As you looked over your shoulder, you saw Niki dawning a smile. “Hey, don’t touch Santa’s cookies, you gotta wait until tomorrow!” He scolded, “It’s hard for me too…believe me.”
Ah, that was right. Christmas was still a day away.
“Man… And to think I almost got away with it.” You joked, feeling Niki’s chin come to rest upon your shoulder. He released your wrist in favor of wrapping his arms around your waist, squeezing you tightly. “If only you had stayed turned around juuuust a bit longer.”
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10, 20, 24 and 27 asks for Arima?
Btw hii hello!
Hello to you too, violent embroidery pillow!
10. Describe the character in one 1 sentence
Invicible scrunkly old man who disguised as a 20 years old was defeated due to bad eyesight
20. A weird headcanon
This is based on the Momotarou Amon omake: his hobby is actually doing the laundry. Whenever he has so much stress or depression, he would handwash his own clothes and he finds peace in watching them being clean again. As he mostly dressed in white, he is also an expert in remove blood stains and dirt out of shirts
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24. A secret they never told anyone
When he was undercover as a transfer student and was forced to go to school, his English score was absolutely the worst. Being a Garden child, he was not taught foreign languages so he fell behind his classmates. Only Fura knows this but he won't tell anyone either.
27. Most fun character for them to meet
WARNING: SPOILER FOR THE MANGA KIMETSU NO YAIBA
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Alright imma go with Sumiyoshi in Kimetsu no Yaiba. So in KnY, there was a super strong, god-like guy Yoriichi. He accomplished many things, but he couldn't save the ones he loved the most so he thought he was worthless. Sumiyoshi and his wife were saved by Yoriichi and later they became friends. Sumiyoshi was deeply sad about the way Yoriichi thought of himself, so he decided that his family would carry Yoriichi's legacy so he won't be forgotten.
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I think Yoriichi and Arima have a lot in common: they are both the strongest fighter of all time, and everyone around them thought that they are weird and lack of human emotions. They are the center of both admiration and jealousy.
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But actually they've never wanted this strength: Yoriichi's biggest dream is living a simple life with his wife and children, and Arima hates himself for taking lives. They just want to find some peace. And since Yoriichi found a bit of peace in Sumiyoshi's place, I want Arima to have that too. I want him to have a good cry and then a good hot, homemade meal.
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