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soobnny · 10 months

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classmate au | kim sunoo

❝ no one is allowed to borrow my art materials except for (name) ❞

kim sunoo

sweet, sunshine, best friend kim sunoo

it was kind of SO obvious he wanted to be friends

like he wants to be close to you soooo bad and maybe it’s bc he saw u playfully bullying riki

it was love at first sight and an instant best friendship the moment you finally met

your seats were assigned so u were sat next to each other

THANK GOD U WERE

you two are basically inseparable now

sunoo strikes me as the type to just walk into the classroom and walk straight towards where you’re seated

at school events, he’d leave his backpack on the seat next to him to reserve you a seat

then he’d go “(name)!” while waving from his seat it’s actually kind of embarrassing

there is never anxiety of being seated next to a stranger bc sunoo has your back

he’d grab an extra mini fan from his bag to give to U bc these school events r always so scorching hot

sunoo does that “leaning against your locker while you get things” thing

he is so unaware of how HANDSOME he looks

oh and btw if you don’t attend class, he probably won’t in solidarity

in the chances that he does attend class, he usually sends you photos of his notes and everything you need to know

he’d be like i’m soooooo bored 2 minutes into the class without you like it hasn’t even STARTED

just prepare for his spam messages

after class, you’d buy street food and just gossip over it

you’d stare at what he bought and he’d roll his eyes before pushing the stick towards you so you can bite off it

YES feeding each other … normal best friend things

anyways moving on

another thing in my vision is that he’s the provider of art materials

the teacher suddenly lets you make a poster????

you know you’re secured bc sunoo is ur bff and will let only YOU borrow his supplies

“sunoo, let me borrow your colored markers”

“ok, which colors do you want” ☺️☺️☺️☺️

flat out will say no to everyone else tho

he’s kind of intimidating honestly despite having the sweetest smile

LIKE he’s friends with everyone but not friends friends

do you guys get what i mean

he is just a completely different person with you bc he trusts u the most and he just becomes CRAZY

like yall let him keep his crazy too much .. thank god you’re there for him to unleash it to

he’s one of the people who plays volleyball with riki and friends

but he’s absolutely horrible please save him

altho … why does he look so handsome playing even tho he can’t receive the ball? 🤨

he’d just laugh and crumble in embarrassment and you’d be the number one person cheering for him

(update after ella’s rb,, full credits to her) u would def put the blame on his teammates

“RIKI DO BETTER” even if it was 100% sunoo’s fault like so real

weird specific love language? buying each other water

he’s playing volleyball? you have a bottle of water for him in case he wants to sit out the game and watch with you

you’re finished with your physical education practical exam? he’s waiting for you with his big ass water jug

BUT LIKEEEE why is there a change in the air suddenly 😩😩😩

why is your best friend so boyfriend material actually

he holds your hand… holds it so firmly

sunoo gives the best hugs too

he makes you laugh and he’s so thoughtful with his stupid water and his art materials

even carries your things for you sometimes

AND yall take good photos of each other

“does my hair look fine?”

he’d reach out to fix it … tuck it behind your ear or look at you so intensely before going back to smiling n saying yup all good!

during the sports festival, yall are off joining some type of singing jingle cheer competition which is usually the first event

so you guys just joke around for the rest of the week, watch some events, and take LOTS of photos

you would laugh at your classmates

maybe even cheer for some of your friends

just as long as you’re next to each other

you probably bad mouth the opposite team BUT TO YOURSELVES .. not out loud

would clap so hard when your team wins a point !!!

also back to the taking photos detail

he’d just be dragging you everywhere to take photos bc when is the best time but NOW

ofc u do take his photos .. u ltrly take the Best

“sunoo, look, you’re so handsome here!”

and then you look up at him to see his reaction and he’s already looking at you

uh oh.

your faces are so close to each other like SO close

let’s step back and check the label 😂

BEST FRIENDS !!!!!

tho he does save u out of ur misery by asking you out a week later

bc apparently the sudden shift in air also happened to HIM

he brings it up as a joke first bc he’s testing the waters and he’s not trynna get rejected

“imagine if we were dating…..” and a long lingering pause in the air afterward

if you joked back with like a “LOL”, he’d know u don’t feel the same

but you ltrly go 😮 and so speechless bc why is he suddenly bringing this up when you’ve spent the last few nights thinking about him

did those tiktok manifestations work

did that tiktok audio actually get sunoo to like u back

“um… well! well, you see…”

“i like you”

“THANK GOD”

you guys are like waaaaay more inseparable now that you’re dating

your friends will fake vomit around u .. but don’t worry it’s just bc they’re bitchless

while u and ur bf sunoo are happily in love

btw he gets jealous easily TEARSSSSSS

he gets all pouty but don’t worry, you just have to Hug him and give him a kiss and he’s all smiles again

oh, and i feel the need to inform you that hugs are his favorite thing in the world

and CHEEK kisses like specifically cheek kisses.. he loves them

his ideal dates r just when you’re at each other’s house

you can order takeout and do your skincare together … watch the latest movies

his family loves you too

so much that they include your favorite snacks when they go grocery shopping

“sunoo, get those chips that (name) rly likes. u dont know when she might come over next!”

like they are ANTICIPATING you

enjoy dating i love sunoo

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pokegalla · 9 months

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Requested by @tryslogic

Ngl never thought of this but it’s gonna either be really funny or really sweet. There is no in between-

Killer and Lust with a crazy rich S/o who loves spoiling them

Lust:

* Oh this poor sweetheart was just expecting you to ask for “service” since you kept flirting with him everytime you visited Grillby’s. He found it charming though as you were always making him laugh too. It surprised him really when instead of that, you actually asked him out instead! Especially when he learned you were rich. Like are you sure you want me??? You could literally have anyone! But it just made him feel extra loved that you genuinely liked him for him. He didn’t really care about your money✨

* He’s actually very humble when it comes to gift receiving. Because he’s not used to such nice and thoughtful gifts! So whether it’s a simple rose to a HUGE teddy bear to even the finest wardrobe? He’s a blushing mess, always left surprised and still asking if it’s really ok. (Please reassure him!)

* Despite you spoiling him, he sure as hell is spoiling you too. You definitely have received gifts over time. His gifts weren’t as expensive…..but the thing is, the value of it is something money can’t buy✨ he’s made custom clothes just for you, stitched by HIS hands. Adorable picture books of you, him, even family and friends! Oh and the cuddles, smooches, and fun dates?!

* He’s a romantic guy and he’ll make sure to bring a smile to your face and give you the love you deserve

Mini story time:

“Huh? You have another surprise for me? Goodness you spoil me too much love….” Lust giggles.

You laugh too, “Well I can’t help it. Your smile and blush makes it worth it everytime.”

Lust playfully nudges you, “Oh stop it you!”

You laugh and take his hand in your own. You knew this surprise was probably the biggest you’ve ever given him. But it was an investment that you won’t regret. And you knew Lust would make you proud. So you walk him up to an old building. It looked refurbished and cleaned up already. You open the door with the key.

He looked around in wonder, “Wow…..what place is this?”

“Your new boutique,” You said casually. Lust looked at you in shock. You knew he loved making clothes…..”You have talent Lust. Everyone deserves to know you have something special…..and I’m willing to help show that.”

He actually tears up from this….this was….too sweet. He’s NEVER had such kindness in his life before. You made him feel…..like he actually had value. He hugged you and smiled with purple tears coming down.

“Thank you”

Killer:

* Ah here we go with this lil shet. Now with him, y’all probably got together randomly. He probably saw you on his day off and threw you a pick up line for funsies. Next thing you know, you both exchange numbers and become true love birds. Funniest part? It took him AWHILE to learn you were even rich- probably like a few weeks or a month. He thought it was cool and didn’t really think much of it.

* Now what shocked him was you spoiling him- he literally joked about wanting a PS5. Which he did want but he ain’t got no money- next day? Boom. You pop up with a whole ass PS5 with games he might like. His initial reaction: “Heh nice prank babe”. Oh- oh you weren’t? HOLY SHIT YOU ACTUALLY GOT HIM-?! The way he excitedly jumped up like a happy puppy, you knew you had to spoil him more-

* He absolutely shows you off to his team. Mostly out of a joke but also to be an absolute dick- like just smirking at his teammates, hell even his BOSS, just having an arm around your shoulder to say “My bae spoils and loves me soooooo much✨” Everyone wishes to beat your bonefriend’s ass- not you though. Because honestly you probably spoil them too. So you get a pass. And your bonefriend looking like he done got betrayed-

* He’s a silly little gremlin and honestly he does feel bad that he can’t spoil you more. So he’ll make sure to make you laugh and have fun no matter what.

Mini story time:

Ah the date went well as usual. A fancy dinner, a stop at an ice cream shop, and a walk through the park together under the moonlight. And you couldn’t stop laughing. Killer had been making you laugh the entire night, talking about his latest shenanigans with his group.

“And then after Dust wiped off the pie cream, he chased us ALL around the castle until Nightmare nabbed us and put us in our rooms! Dadmare moment✨,” He said with a chuckle.

“PFFFFT- Dadmare?!” You laughed again, “Killer you’re so cute….but god you’re chaotic-“

Killer takes your hand then kisses it, winking at you, “A chaotic cutie that you love so much~”

You blush but smile, “Yeah…..someone I will always cherish.” You swore for a moment, his eye lights popped up and his target like soul shifted into a heart for a moment.

“………heh. You’re too sweet babe…..,” He says with a nervous chuckle. You were surprised….but you couldn’t resist spoiling him one more time: with a kiss on the cheek. His skull flared with a beautiful shade of red. You giggle as he hid his face and tried acting cool about it. Ah……

You truly love this skellie.

#my writing #undertale au #funny #fluff #romance #right in the feels #sans au x reader #undertale au x reader #undertale au headcanons #lust sans #killer sans #killer sans x reader #lust sans x reader #mini oneshot #bad sanses mentioned

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afmis · 3 months

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Just bc I’m a c!beeduo girly doesn’t mean I don’t go crazy over the other characters as well. My brain is too tiny to handle all the theorizing I could do for everyone else.

Point is. The characters of the DSMP were SOOOOOO GOOD. SO GOOD. Man, they really just tickle my brain to think about. Like the “villains”, c!dream, c!wilbur, WTF WAS GOING ON WITH THEM? More than anything, I would’ve loved to have known what was going on in their brains and what their endings would be. The whole thing with the Gods? The Syndicate? LITERALLY EVERYTHING GAHHHHH

There’s so many things I forget about it now, characters and key details and events that were big that I wish I hadn’t forgotten. That server has my whole heart

#dsmp #dream smp #guys if I had time to write it’d be OVER for y’all #I’d rewrite the dsmp from start to finish #c!wilbur #cwilbur #cdream #c!dream #syndicate #ctommy #c!tommy #im too lazy to tag everyone

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janetsboys · 10 months

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How did you know?

✿ characters: carl grimes x peletier!reader (6 years after his death)

✿ A/N: haven’t been there in a while !

✿summary: you’re carol’s daughter, sophia’s twin sister, you grew up with carl and got together before he died. now your adoptive little brother doesn’t know what his feelings are towards the whisperer girl and you usually give good advice soooooo

✿warnings: mention of death

english is not my first language, i make mistakes <3

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You were both at the Hilltop, this is where you lived. You had just hit 21 and had already been through 6 years without Carl.

Your mom and your step father that was just like the father you never had brought you guys here for a while, especially Henry, you were kinda just there to look after him.

“Hey (Y/N), you got a second?” “Hi, yeah what’s going on?” your adoptive brother walks to you all nervous.

You knew about the whisperer girl that Daryl interrogated, you didn’t know the whole story about her but you knew Henry got close to her and to be honest, you felt like this was none of your business, still worried about your little brother.

Then her mother went to get her back and she left, you knew it hurt Henry but you couldn’t really do anything about it.

You step out of the nursery you were reorganizing and you guys sit down together,

“Are you okay? You look pale Hen” you said worried he’d be sick. You kinda developed a phobia of sick people, seeing Carl after the bite kinda stayed in your mind.

“I’m alright don’t worry. I just- you know the girl that just left, i really think we, i don’t know.” he tried to find the words desperately.

“Did you fall for her?” you said smiling. “I don’t know that’s why I’m here. Do you think she’s worth it?”

“Worth what? Risking your life for her? I don’t think a lot of people are worth your life Henry.” he was exactly the age Carl was when he died. You’re very overprotective of your little brother.

“If i love her then she is, yeah?” he stared into your eyes agitating his hands. “Do you love her?” you suddenly lost your smile.

“How did you know you were in love?” that one hit you right in the face. Your brother knew about the boy you loved, he also knew you never found love again afterwards, at least you didn’t allow yourself to.

But you didn’t talk about it much, you immediately shut yourself up when someone tried to talk about it. I think the only one you allowed to ask about Carl was Henry, cause he reminded you of him sometimes, he had a kind heart like Carl did.

When he asked you this, you gulped and you thought about it, you slowly fell in love with Carl while you were growing up together, the real day you realized was the day you arrived to Alexandria.

You had big trust issues because of the terminus and all the crazy shit that happened to you in the past years.

You and everyone else were sleeping in the living room of one of the houses Deana gave y’all. You were laying in a sleeping bag on the floor right next to Carl.

Everyone was settling their “bed” in the room and you guys were already laying next to each other, “Do you think you’ll manage to sleep tonight?” he asked you nervously playing with the bag’s zipper.

“I think so, i feel safe with everyone here and i know my mom or Daryl are certainly not gonna sleep so we’re alright i guess.” he nodded but didn’t seem convinced.

You wanted him to relax and finally get to sleep under a roof, sort of safe. Your instinct told you to put your hand on his and you immediately did, he stopped fidgeting the zipper and looked at you.

“You finally get a real night sleep, at least tonight, it’s been so long. Look at this house, we talked about this remember? How we missed our old houses? This one kinda looks like mine, maybe it’s not safe here but at least this one night, people are doing the job for us.“ you looked at the adults of the room saying this, Carl followed your look.

He seemed more relaxed at that moment, when you guys stared at each other and when he started soothing your hand with his thumb, it was just the two of you and you finally put words on your feelings, you were very much in love.

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“I don’t think i could’ve done this without you, (Y/N), i couldn’t have been the only kid. Without anyone to talk to, someone who understands.” he looked so tired.

“I’m glad i’ve got you too.” you smile turning to look at him while he was facing the ceiling. You looked at him closely, he was like, the most beautiful boy you had ever seen.

You kept looking at him for a while, everyone treated you like adults and you had to behave like ones but when it was just the two of you you could finally be your age.

You could laugh and talk like actual 14 then 15 year olds.

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When everyone headed to sleep, at least for some of you, Carl decided to get his sleeping bag closer to yours when the lights were down so he could hold you in his arms the whole night.

At first you thought he did this to reassure you but rethinking about this, Carl did this to reassure himself. To know someone was there.

When you fell asleep that night, you knew you were going to love him for the rest of your life. And you’re convinced he realized he was in love with you right at the same moment.

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When you get back to Henry after this split second of reflection, he’s desperately waiting for an answer.

“Well, when i realized i felt safe around him, i could lay my head on his shoulder to fall asleep as if i was in the safest home in the world. That he was the one who understood me and that i understood too. When i realized i could calm him down with my words because he truly cared about what i had to say. Because he cared and i cared. Because he looked after me and i looked after him.”

Henry was paying so much attention to your words.

“He wrote me on his death letter, you quote him, “I knew that wherever i would go, i would find my way back to your arms, back to the house we built for each other. I know that someday, i’ll walk in our little house again and i’ll find you waiting in a sleeping bag.” if she feels like a safe home to you. You’re in love.” your eyes were watering of course.

“I don’t know if she loves me as much as you love Carl but, i think i love her. And if i’m right, i’m losing her right now.” he had glowing eyes, you had a feeling he was in love with her.

You pulled him into a comforting hug; “Please, Henry, do what you gotta do but i beg you to stay safe and think before you do something sweetheart.”

You held him so tight into your arms “Promise me, Hen.” you told him a tear rolling down your cheek. “Promise me.” you said again.

“I promise you, (Y/N)” you let go of your strong hold and kiss his forehead, hands holding his face.

“I love you, and i have a feeling you’ll really see him again one day.” he smiles down at you.

“I love you too, i love you so much.” you let go of his face and watch him walking away, not knowing what he would do.

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sorry for the long absence i’ve been through some serious shit omg

hope you guys enjoyed that tell me what you think love y’all <3333

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x you #reader insert #fanfic #x reader #twd carl #carl grimes fluff #carl come back please

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lololololchips · 2 months

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i can’t believe i never saw this BECAUSE WHAT THE WDYM 1000 FOLLOWERS ???????????????

i’m about to cry happy tears yall🥹🥹 thank you so so so soooooo much to everyone that has been with he since day one (y’all are real ones) but also thank you so much to those that have always showed support to me and my silly ideas<3

IDK WHAT TO SAY IM JUST A SILLY GIRL THAT IS GOING CRAZY OVER THIS NEW MILESTONE. jokes aside tho thank you everyone once again for giving me the opportunity to do this I LOVE YALL♥️♥️♥️

#talk #⭐️#THANK YOU SO SO MUCH #1K WHAT THE.#HOW #WHY #WHEN #IM GOING CRAZY

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upindreamland · 8 months

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Happy Birthday my love - Fred Weasley

Fred Weasley x female!reader (she!her pronouns) one shot

Summary: Fred makes your birthday one you’ll never forget. (fluff!!!)

Warnings: me jumping back and forth between you and I. Also off canon

AN: HELLOOOO everybody. Hope you’re doing great! Soooooo it’s my birthday!! And I couldn’t help but write something. Sorry I haven’t been active. Life’s been crazy. To everyone that put in a request I promise I’ll get to them!! As always thank you for the support and enjoy!

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“Fred Weasley you better put that icing DOWN!”

Were the words I yelled at my boyfriend the moment that smirk appeared on his face.

Since the moment we woke up, Fred has been by my side like we were attached at the hip. Throughout our relationship birthdays have always been something we put all of our energy into. Trying to one up each other from the one before. So for this birthday, he was insistent on making this the best one ever.

Fred decided that the first thing we were going to do was bake me a birthday cake together, not fully thinking it through. The thing is, Fred and I are horrible bakers… magic can’t even help us.

At this point we were lucky enough to have gotten to the decorating stage without much trouble.

However, Fred was quickly trying to change that.

“Aw come on Y/N. A little icing won’t kill you”

Rolling my eyes at him I focused my attention back on the lopsided cake. Big mistake.

Right when I was about to say something, Fred squeezed the piping bag causing icing to land on my face and in my hair.

Standing there shocked for a second I could hear Fred chuckle. That was quickly replaced though with his coughing after I threw the closest thing at him - flour.

That was all it took for our whole kitchen and ourselves to be covered in flour.

“Okay! Okay! I surrender.” Fred said frantically as I was about to grab another handful of flour.

“You sure…” I couldn’t help but be skeptical. I’ve fallen for this trick one too many times with him.

“Yes I’m sure. If I want you to be ready for the next part of your birthday celebration I should probably let you get ready.”

Seeing that he was being truthful I took off my apron (not that it helped much) and made my way to the stairs.

Before I went up I called back to him “Do I get any hints?”

“Nope! But I will tell you to wear that white sunflower dress!” He yelled back.

As I made my way up to our room the first thing my mind went to was a picnic but I quickly shot that idea down since he did that 2 years ago and I knew he wasn’t one for repeats.

While I was getting ready, Fred was in the kitchen trying to finish decorating the cake. Once he thought it looked okay he packed it up and walked upstairs so he could get ready too.

While you were waiting for Fred to come get you for the next part of your birthday celebration you couldn’t help but reflect on your time together. You were so lucky to have someone who gave his all to you. You both jumped into this relationship without thinking it through and you were so thankful you did.

“Okay Y/N you almost ready to head out?” Fred called out from the closet

“Yeah! Let me just put my shoes on.” I replied getting off the bed.

“Take your time. I have to grab the cake.” He said leaving the room.

Before going down to get it though, Fred walked to the guest bedroom and went straight for the top drawer. Once the velvet box was secured he went to get the cake.

“Okay Y/N! Are you ready?” He said holding out his hand for me to grab.

“Ready.” Right after saying that I felt the familiar squeezing feeling as we apparated to wherever Fred was thinking of.

When I felt my feet hit the ground, it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. However when they did I couldn’t help but smile. We were at the Burrow.

The exterior was decorated by a floating sign that read Happy Birthday Y/N. The door was wide open and I could hear the music and chatter coming from inside.

“There’s the birthday girl!” I hear someone yell when Fred and I enter

“Dad!? Omg what are you doing here? I thought you couldn’t make it” You asked in shock

“We wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world honey” my mom came up with my older brother following behind.

“I’m so happy you’re here” I said as I went in for a group hug. What I didn’t see though was my dad winking at my boyfriend.

It was a pretty intimate setting. The only people there were both of our families and some of our friends.

“Aw Y/N you look wonderful dear” Molly Weasley said, coming up to where Fred and I stood.

“Thank you. I’m so excited to be able to spend my birthday with you guys”

For the rest of the night we all ate food, shared stories, and laughed until crying. When it was time to cut the cake, I was pleasantly surprised with how good Fred was able to decorate it.

When everyone was full of food. Fred decided that he was ready.

“Let’s open presents!” Fred said excitedly with a little bit of nervousness.

The first person that went was George.

“Happy womb escape day Y/N.” He said while handing me the gift

He got me a camera that instantly prints moving photos.

Next up was my brother. He got me a book I have always wanted to read.

It continued like this until Fred was the last one to go.

All of a sudden I could feel Fred tighten up next to me. I looked at him confused but that’s quickly replaced with shock when I see what he got me.

It was a scrapbook full of memories. There were ones from our childhood to Hogwarts to moving into our apartment.

Tears were coming to my eyes looking back on everything Fred and I have done together. When I flipped to the last page I was a little confused to see the page blank with only the title being ENGAGED. Looking over at Fred I couldn’t help but gasp.

He was holding the prettiest ring ever.

“Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

Everyone looked at us with wide expectant gazes.

I knew at that moment the only response was,

“YES!”

The room erupted into applause and shouts. Fred put the ring on and we shared a deep kiss. Right when that happened I saw a flash out of the corner of my eye.

When Fred and I pulled away George came up to us with the picture he took of us kissing with my ring shining due to the flash. We took it from him and stuck it onto the page. It was now complete.

“Happy Birthday my love” Fred whispered in my ear as we let the moment sink in.

You definitely didn’t expect your birthday to end like this. You weren’t complaining though.

For the rest of the night you all had another reason to celebrate into the late night. Along with thinking of how excited you were for the future with Fred, all you could think about was how hard it would be to beat this for his birthday.

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AN: Okay that’s it!! I hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know what you thought and feel free to make a request. Thanks again!! 🫶

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c-e-d-dreamer · 10 months

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I Was Enchanted To Meet You: Part Three

A/N: It's still Wednesday and thus still Day Four of @elucienweekofficial somewhere, right? So we can pretend I'm totally not the worst and super late posting this, right? Aha? In my defense work was a bit crazy and then I went to see the Lion King (the musical) soooooo whoops? I hope everyone still enjoys?

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Lucien

“Alright, you need to leave.”

“What?” Elain asks, blinking those wide, brown eyes of hers and tilting her head.

“I’m sorry, but you need to…” Lucien’s voice trails off, his gaze flitting from the new dress Elain has on to the curtains hanging over the windows just behind her shoulder. What’s left of the curtains. “Did you use my curtains to make a dress?”

“Yes, isn’t it lovely?” Elain answers brightly, not an ounce of shame present in her tone as she twirls around in place. “I just love the pattern.”

Lucien can do nothing but gape at her, can do nothing but blink slowly as Elain continues to smile sweetly like nothing is amiss at all. He’s gone insane. He’s suffered some sort of psychotic break, and this is all just some absurd hallucination. It’s the only explanation.

Lucien closes his eyes and takes a deep, heaving breath. He can feel a hysterical laugh tickling the back of his throat and threatening to burst free. Can feel fires beginning to spark and threatening to spread through his veins, and it takes all of his willpower to douse them. When he opens his eyes again, unsurprisingly, Elain is still there, still smiling sweetly up at him. He hates how much that sight extinguishes those final fires like a soothing balm despite her being the cause of them in the first place.

“Look,” Lucien begins, keeping his voice calm and clutching back to his anger, to the look on Nesta’s face as she left, desperately. “I’ll help you get a car or a bus or a train or hell, even a plane back wherever it is you need to go, but you need to leave, okay? You’ve clearly done enough.”

Elain’s smile starts to slip at that, but Lucien doesn’t have time to hear what she might say in response. He turns on his heel and stalks down the hallway, calling out to inform Willow they’ll be leaving in ten minutes as he passes by her room. When he’s finally behind the safety of his closed bedroom door, Lucien slumps down onto his bed with a sigh and rakes his fingers through his hair. He swipes his phone off the nightstand and dares to send a text to Nesta, but of course, there’s no response.

It’s barely eight in the morning, and already, he’s sure that it’s going to be a long day.

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When the elevator dings and the doors slide open, Lucien all but herds Elain out of it and toward the glass doors that lead into the offices of the Vanserra firm. Vassa’s head perks up as they step inside, her eyebrows climbing practically to her hairline as she takes in Elain walking beside him.

“Vassa, this is Elain. Elain, Vassa,” Lucien offers when they’re standing in front of the reception desk.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Elain greets, reaching her hand out to shake Vassa’s.

“Likewise,” Vassa answers slowly before turning a bewildered expression toward Lucien, a thousand questions blazing through her eyes.

“I’ll explain later,” Lucien dismisses with a wave of his hand. “Listen, I need you to help Elain get back home. Whatever you need to do, just book her a ticket. Okay? Okay.”

Before Vassa even has a chance to agree, Lucien offers her his best winning smile and walks away, ready for his first meeting of the day. He’s sure Vassa will get him back later, but perhaps Elain’s personality will win her over and ease the sting of the last minute request a bit. He just prays that whatever transportation Vassa books isn’t too expensive, since he’ll clearly be the one paying for it.

Lucien pauses in front of the door that leads into the conference room, taking a moment to gather himself and clear his mind of all thoughts of Elain and his crazy morning. Squaring his shoulders and letting out a quiet huff, he pushes open the doors, ready to take on another round of arguments and hopefully negotiations around this case.

Three hours later and Lucien feels like they’ve finally made some headway on this case. At the very least, there’s less arguing between the couple in question. He and the other lawyer shake hands and agree to draw up their respective papers before leaving the conference room and walking back toward the front lobby of the office.

Elain is still there, sitting on one of the sofas arranged in the seating area and staring at the different fish swimming in the aquarium they have set up there. When Lucien turns his attention toward Vassa, raising an eyebrow in silent question, the redhead merely gestures with her head to encourage him to step closer. Her expression doesn’t seem to promise good news, and it has Lucien frowning. Vassa gestures again with her head, more urgently this time, so Lucien turns and offers a final goodbye to his client, her soon to be ex-husband, and his lawyer.

“What?” Lucien asks when he finally steps over to the front desk. “What is it?”

“Where did you find this girl?” Vassa shoots back instead, chancing a glance toward Elain. “This place she allegedly comes from? Andalasia? It doesn’t exist.”

“Are you sure?”

“No, Lucien, I’m lying,” Vassa says sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. “I called every travel agency I know. Nothing. And when I tried to get more information out of her, she just started talking about a chipmunk that fucking talks.”

“Great,” Lucien sighs, dropping his head down onto the desk in defeat. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“Return her where you found her?”

“Very funny. Maybe I can get some more information out of her,” Lucien offers before turning his head back toward Elain and raising his voice. “Elain? Come on. Let’s go get some lunch.”

With a wide smile in his direction, Elain jumps up from her seat, practically floating over to him. He settles a hand on the small of her back to lead her out of the office, pointedly ignoring Vassa’s sarcastic good luck remark as he leads them to the elevators. They step out into the afternoon sunshine and across the street to the park there, Lucien guiding them toward the line of food trucks he knows always set up camp on the other side. He can feel Elain’s eyes on him as they walk, like a brand tingling along the skin of his cheek, but he keeps his own gaze pointedly forward, hands clenched and stuffed deep into his pockets.

“You’re still upset,” Elain notes, finally drawing Lucien’s attention back to her. “Is it about Nesta? She seemed lovely.”

“Well, considering she’s still ignoring my texts…” Lucien comments with a sigh, reaching a hand up and pushing it through the strands of his hair. “I was planning to propose to her, you know, and now I doubt she’ll say yes.”

“A proposal?” Elain practically squeals excitedly. “How romantic. So, Nesta is your true love then?”

Lucien can’t help but laugh at that, at the absurdity of this woman. “True love? There’s no such thing as true love.”

“Yes, there is,” Elain argues, and when Lucien glances toward her, she’s actually scowling. It’s the first time he’s ever seen a negative expression on her face. It’s almost adorable. “Cassian is my true love.”

“Is that so?” Lucien asks dryly. “Tell me about him then. How long have you two been together?”

Elain sighs almost longingly, pressing a hand to her chest. “About two days.”

“You mean it feels like two days because you know each other so well?”

“No, it’s been two days. And tomorrow, it will have been three days.”

“You’re fucking with me, right?”

“Fucking?”

“You can’t be serious. And you’re going to marry this man?”

Elain stops walking abruptly, crossing her arms across her chest. “I told you. It’s true love.”

“So you say,” Lucien mutters, slowing his own steps to a stop as well and mirroring her stance.

“I do say. And how long have you known Nesta?”

“About five years.”

“Five years? No wonder she’s upset. I’d be upset if you made me wait that long for a proposal too.”

Lucien’s mouth drops open in shock at the quip before he recovers himself and scoffs. “Because you know everything, do you?”

“Exactly. I do,” Elain tells him primly, continuing walking down the path through the park. “Although, I’d be surprised if Nesta even knew how you feel about her.”

“Trust me, she knows,” Lucien argues, falling back into step with Elain.

“But how?”

“How?”

“How does she know,” Elain begins to sing, twirling in place with her arms outstretched. “You love her?”

“What are you doing?”

“How does she know, she’s yours?”

“Please don’t sing.”

“How does she know that you love her?” one of the buskers in the park jumps in to join, his musical companions playing the tune on their respective instruments.

Lucien frowns, blinking in surprise at this turn of events. “He knows the song too?”

“How do you show her you love her?” Elain continues to sing.

“How does she know that you really, really, truly, love her?” Elain and the busker sing together, much to Lucien’s shock and confusion.

His bewilderment only seems to grow with every passing minute. Despite his best attempts to keep Elain walking through the park, it does nothing to stop her continued singing, and it does even less to deter the other buskers and general park goers from joining in. It seems everyone but him is familiar with this song, and by the time they reach the center of the park, it’s practically an all out, large musical number complete with singing and choreography. If he thought his morning was insane, it clearly has nothing on this.

“That’s how you know he’s your love,” Elain finishes the song, standing atop the ledge of a fountain with her arms reaching up toward the sky.

Lucien can do nothing but stand there and stare as everyone around him breaks out in cheers. Elain hops down from the fountain and flits around, thanking almost every single person individually, a kindness and openness to her that has warmth thrumming deep between Lucien’s ribs, has a smile tugging up his lips as he watches her.

“There’s no way this is real life,” Lucien mutters to himself.

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Elain

Despite Lucien’s words about her needing to leave earlier in the day, Elain finds herself back at the Vanserra apartment that evening. Though she’d never admit it aloud, she’s quite happy with the turn of events. She’s certainly happy for the opportunity to spend more time with Willow, but even more than that, there’s something about Lucien that’s burrowed deep beneath Elain’s skin, and she’s not sure she minds.

“I found it!” Willow declares loudly.

Willow clambers out of the kitchen pantry, the bag of brown sugar clutched in her hands. She walks back over to Elain, a big smile pulled across her face while she hoists the bag up in offering.

“Perfect. Thank you,” Elain tells her, taking the brown sugar and setting it down beside their other ingredients.

Willow climbs back atop her kitchen stool beside Elain, watching with wide, enraptured eyes as Elain continues to measure out the ingredients they’ll need. Elain lets Willow hold each measuring cup steady before dumping the ingredients into the large mixing bowl, and when everything has been added, she hands over a wooden spoon for Willow to stir it all together.

“Now, we sprinkle some flour on our hands to keep the dough from sticking,” Elain explains, pulling the bag of flour closer again.

Willow holds her hands out expectantly, so Elain picks up some flour and dusts it over the little girl’s hands. She does the same for her own hands then rubs them together to make sure they’re correctly coated, Willow mimicking the same movement. She demonstrates to Willow how to pick up some of the cookie dough and roll it into a ball, and it doesn’t take long before they have lines of cookies ready to be baked on their cookie sheet.

Carefully, Elain pulls open the oven door and slides the cookie sheet inside. Willow hops down from her stool and presses her face against the closed oven door, excited to watch her cookies bake. Elain smiles at the adorable sight, turning to meet Lucien’s gaze in hopes of sharing in the feelings at the little girl’s joy, but instead she finds Lucien watching her and not his daughter. His smile is soft, russet eyes practically glinting beneath the kitchen lights.

“What’s that look for?” Elain asks, her heart suddenly stuttering in her chest.

In the blink of an eye, Lucien’s face smooths out as he shakes his head. “Nothing. Just… you’re good with kids.”

“You say that like that’s surprising.”

“In a way it is. Unfortunately, there are plenty of people who take… issue with having a kid. Especially when it comes to dating.”

“Dating?” Elain questions, sliding into one of the spare kitchen chairs beside Lucien.

“Something us normal people do, instead of marrying after twenty four hours,” Lucien teases, earning a fond eye roll from Elain as she knocks her shoulder against his. “You do some sort of activity, just the two of you. Usually, you go to dinner, but other things work too. And you talk.”

“Talk about what?”

“Anything really. About yourself, about your likes or dislikes, about your hobbies. That sort of thing.”

Elain hums quietly as she thinks about it. Dating. This place she’s ended up certainly is strange and yet so intriguing at the same time. It had been quite startling at first, but, Elain has to admit that she’s slowly grown quite fond of it, grown quite fond of this little family that has shown her such kindness. Perhaps, she’ll figure out a way to bring this dating back to Andalasia.

Perhaps, she can figure out a way for the Vanserra’s to visit Andalasia.

“I think the cookies are done!” Willow announces, turning to peer at Elain and Lucien expectantly.

“Let’s check on them, then,” Elain tells her, standing up and walking over to the oven.

She grabs the set of oven mitts and carefully pulls open the door, the sweet scent of chocolate pouring out and swirling around the kitchen. Elain pulls the grate out and grabs a spatula, lifting up one of the cookies and checking that the bottom is the nice golden brown she’s looking for. With that confirmation, she gives a decided nod, pulling the cookie sheet fully out and placing it atop the stove top to cool.

“Are they done? Can we eat them now?” Willow asks, pressing up onto her toes and trying to see the cookies.

“We have to let them cool first,” Lucien jumps in to say, undeterred when Willow turns her head to pout at him.

“But I want to eat them now.”

“We don’t want to burn our tongues, though,” Elain reminds her placatingly. “Just twenty minutes and they should be good to eat.”

“Fine,” Willow concedes; although the whine to her voice suggests otherwise.

“How about we play a game while we wait? It will make it go by faster,” Lucien offers.

The suggestion has Willow lighting up with a smile again. She goes running out of the kitchen, and when she returns, she has a small box clutched in her hands, setting it down on the kitchen table with a decided thunk. Elain steps closer so she can read the words on the box, black block letters declaring Uno.

“Don’t worry,” Lucien promises, clearly having noted Elain’s expression. “It’s an easy game to learn.”

Thankfully, his assessment of the game is correct, and Elain picks up the rules and how to play quite quickly. She also finds herself excited as they go around and around for each turn. Every time she proudly puts down a wildcard, every time Willow giggles when she puts down a plus four card that Lucien has to deal with, lightness fills Elain all the way down to her toes. She can’t stop smiling, can’t stop that warm, comforting feeling that blooms in her chest and sets up roots in the space between her ribs. Here, in this kitchen, with this little family, it’s so easy, so comfortable, in a way Elain can’t explain yet can’t get enough of.

Elain gasps as Lucien all but slaps down a plus two card, his second of just this round. “You’re cheating.”

Lucien laughs, light and easy, the sound skittering across Elain’s skin until goosebumps flare in its wake. “I am not.”

“How else would you have two of the same card like that?”

“You’re the one that shuffled.”

“Uno,” Willow declares loudly, breaking up their good natured arguing.

“Clearly, it’s not me we need to be worried about,” Lucien teases, earning a giggle from Willow.

Despite Elain and Lucien’s best attempts to thwart her, Willow wins the round, and she decides her prize should be the now cooled cookies. Lucien organizes and packs up the cards, while Elain makes a plate of the cookies. When that’s finished, all three head into the living room, settling on the sofa there with Willow in the middle and the plate of cookies poised on her lap.

“How do they taste?” Elain turns to ask Willow while Lucien turns on the television.

“Yummy,” Willow informs her around a mouthful of cookies.

“Take that, you foul, metal beast!”

Elain’s whole body freezes at the sound of that voice, at that all too familiar voice. She snaps her attention toward the television, just in time to see Cassian. He’s standing atop a bus, his sword stabbed clean through the roof. Elain can do nothing but stare, a niggling ringing starting to take up home in her ears. She barely even registers the shocked sound that escapes her.

“What?” Lucien asks, the concern clear in his tone. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Cassian.”

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wmnylander · 1 month

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You being relatively new to hockey (you know what I mean, I hope) is crazy to me because of how you speak and understand things. Kudos to you for picking it up so fast because I personally think it's quite a difficult sport to grasp 🫶

stop this is so nice and most definitely not 100% factual like there is still SO much i don’t understand 😭

i think i was able to understand most of it because i started watching just as the 22/23 season started so i was really learning while watching if that makes sense?? i also had a friend who understands lots help me :’) i also watched soooooo many hockey analysts/podcast clips/general hockey videos also in order to understand not just the leafs, but how the league worked as a whole. i also think it was super beneficial for me to hear everyone shit on the leafs (i’m not kidding when i say that) to help me not go into this with blinders on. i don’t know. i love sports i love stats and i love smart people with opinions. they may not always be opinions i agree with but i think that that’s super important for shaping your sports watching experience 😛

#you: didnt ask #sorry for ranting but this was very kind thank you #i definitely do not think i speak well about hockey i still sometimes feel like a child #and whenever i post an opinion and it gets likes im like !!!! oh so im not stupid stupid. nice.#anon #ask.txt

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buckttommy · 2 months

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why do i feel like rick and jadis hate fucked sometime in the last eight years? like…i don’t want to think it. it makes me physically ill and sad. but she was just so familiar with him in tonight’s episode and i can’t shake the thought. tell me i’m crazy jack please!

I... don't think you're crazy. Christine, you're a longtime follower and thus familiar with my game, so you can probably guess where my thoughts went as I observed their interactions, but it all boils down to the same thing.

Jadis wanted Rick back in TWD and was willing to trade him like a piece of meat so she could have him, and I definitely don't see Rick being desperate enough to fuck Jadis, of all people, after everything she's done and been apart of, so if sex was involved in their interactions, it's not what I would call "consensual." Not when she's in a position of power over him. Not when whatever "deal" they've constructed includes her, in some way, holding his future and the lives of everyone he loves in her hands.

To be clear: I don't think this is the story they're telling, and that's fine, but GOD wouldn't it be insane and fascinating to explore? SA is the one storyline TWD has never touched (even though they got close with the whole thing with Maggie and the Governor), but it's kind of insane they never explored it in detail considering they've dealt with literal cannibals, Whisperers, etc. But I keep thinking about the implications of a situation like that, and it's all soooooo.... like "hey Michonne, you got your man back. unfortunately He is a victim of rape" and just the different layers of them having to learn to contend with that on top of everything else, and the... precise level of spousal tenderness required to deal with her partner's sexual assault, especially when they are faced, individually and as a collective, with their own conflicting emotions about their situation and the fact that they don't really know these versions of each other.

I don't know but I think the whole storyline would be oh so delicious and entirely devastating if they did that. Again, I don't think they will but! You know. You didn't ask for all that, but yeah lol I don't think you're crazy, long story made short

#jack answers mail #rape //#rape ment. //#richonne #tv: the ones who live #tv: the walking dead: the ones who live

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wvbaandtheboys · 10 months

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thinking about dahlia talking MAD shit about the girls behind their backs when she’s alone

like dahlia seems like such a benevolent endearing dumb dumb but the sheer envy she has to hold back in front of the other girls is fucking CRAZY

like she wouldn’t go after anyone else besides dollie (unless she felt the urge to, as in if they pissed her off whether intentionally or by accident, her thing is all about jealousy towards everyone she thinks will ruin her chances of becoming famous like dollie after all) but god if she did it would be such a shitshow

catch dahlia talking shit about adarna, mane, luna (not a fame thing, think of it more like luna’s just caught in the crossfires of her anger), bessie, and ESPECIALLY dollie, and any other person that gets on her nerves (boxer or not, fame is her main motivator but she’s also just. a mean bitch you know?)

since I’m feelin it lemme write examples!

“Mane Event?…. Mane… Event? …Mane… MAIN Event? Heheh!” Dahlia giggles, feeling her teeth grit. “Silly, silly Miss Event… You’re a sideshow at best!”

“I mean come on! You wear that ugly piece of porcelain you call a mask, and then you have the nerve to mock all the other girls. Especially Big Sis Dollie… Oh, what a bully… what a meanie!…”

“…Heeheehee. So really, who would ever even wanna be around a nasty, trashy piece of garbage like you? Let alone like you? And when someone tells you that truth, suddenly you can’t say anything for yourself. I bet you even cry underneath that mask you wear… what a sad bitch you are. I’m gonna make you know why you don’t mess with Big Sis… just you wait, Miss Event.. Playtime’s over.”

“Aww… Miss Adarna is soooooo sweet. How could you hate such a kind, beautiful girl like her? Everything about her is just so pretty! Her hair, her face, her eyes, her clothes, her voice… She really is like a bird…”

“…Oh yeah, I hear her voice a lot. Cause birdies love singing. But I hear her crying instead. Crying because someone hurt her feelings or did something mean to her… and whenever she starts, it’s almost like she has people rushing to her… doing whatever she wants like she’s a wailing little girl…”

“Maybe some people think she’s so precious that they have to put her on a little pedestal… After all, she clearly doesn’t like being bullied… But! Maybe people would stop being so mean to her if she stood up for herself! I mean, why is she a boxer if she doesn’t protect herself when they’re mean to her? She’s got a strong body, but such a pathetic mind and heart.”

“Nope! Instead of standing up for herself like a lady, she just cries, and cries, and cries. It’s like she knows she won’t do anything and just wants everyone to do the job of protecting her for her…! Haha! Oh silly Miss Adarna, what a wimp! I’m surprised that anyone even talks to a crybaby like you.”

“Since you looooooove crying so much, and you just looooove having people come to snuggle and coo at you that everything’s gonna be okay, I’ll give you a reason to cry!”

“In fact, I’ll make you cry so much that your eyeballs will be all puffy and you’ll get a splitting headache! Not a dainty little sob that you’d usually do, a full on ugly cry! And I’ll even film it for you! So everyone will see how much of a spineless, helpless idiot you really are!”

“So who cares if I’m a bad toy? I’ll do anything to outshine Big Sis Dollie. And if any of those brainless, dolled-up morons think they’re gonna stop me from getting there and overtaking that freak?… Ehe! I’ll just have to ruin them along the way! That’s easy! I’m real sneaky when it comes to playing tricks! Everyone thinks I’m sweet as pie, and I am! But if you’re a naughty kid and treat a toy the wrong way, they’ll always remember even if you think they’ve forgotten! And trust me, I don’t forget anything you do to me! No matter what, Dahlia will always remember… Always.”

I wish I was more creative with the insults but this is the best I got 😭 uhh lemme just credit those creators rq but I wont ping them

Mane Event belongs to the swaggy @/sukippershipper

Adarna belongs to the wonderful @/nesssblog

#punch out!!#super punch out #punch out oc #doting dahlia #rocky rambles

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godesssiri · 2 years

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Another 10 Thrifting tips

I’ve written a few posts about thrifting tips and recently I’ve watched a few Youtube videos and had a few thrifting experiences that have crystalized a couple of things for me.

Hold out for the perfect piece. For the last year I’ve had a side table beside my couch that was literally just a marble cutting board glued on top of a wire plant stand. It wasn’t quite tall enough, it wasn’t quite wide enough, it had no storage. But it was good enough to serve until I found the right thing – I was holding out for the perfect side table and today I found it. Not too big, not too small, wide enough with a storage shelf underneath to hold all the bits I want to keep next to the couch but don’t want cluttering up the table top. It took me a year to find the right one and I could have bought a dozen almost-right side tables in that time but I’m so glad I held out. Use something that’s not perfect but works well enough for now, it is totally worth it to hold out for the perfect piece.

“Rent” pieces from the thrift store. Something that’s good enough for now can be purchased from a thrift store and go right on back when it’s no longer needed/wanted. Pay a small amount for filler piece to serve until you find the perfect piece. Whether that’s furniture or decor or household items. If you need something and can’t afford to shell out $$$ to buy the perfect piece now, buy a good enough piece from the thrift store and when you don’t need it, re-donate and consider the price you originally paid a rental fee. If you pay $20 for an okay chair and use it for a year until you find THE chair, then your $20 isn’t wasted.

If you have 5000 re-usable bags your local thrift store will be grateful for them.

Gallery walls are the easiest way to inject individuality into a space and the easiest way to acquire unique pieces for a gallery wall is to scour thrift stores.

ART. You can pick up real actual art at thrift stores. I’ve got some lovely paintings and ink drawings that I’ve picked up thrifting and I’ve never paid more than $30 for a piece of original art. Go on buy that weird art that speaks to you, have a home that doesn’t look like everyone else’s.

Frames. I don’t remember the last time I bought a new frame. If I want to frame something I go to the thrift store and find something that I like the frame but not what’s in it. It’s soooooo easy to re-use thrifted frames. Often I’ll buy frames when I don’t even have anything to put in them, I keep a stash of great frames that I’ll use one day.

Learn to let things go to other people. It can be really hard when you come across something that’s a really good deal! Or it’s so unique! Or it’s almost perfect! You can really like or even love something and still leave it at the thrift store if you don’t need or have a place for it or it’s not quite right. It’s okay, give yourself permission to let it go and know that someone else is gonna love it. (Of course, if you go back and it’s still there then obviously you were meant to have it)

Any vessel can be a plant pot. Either use it as a cover pot for a plastic nursery pot or invest in a drill bit made for ceramic and drill your own drainage holes. I have a lot of plants and I go around the thrift store going ‘I could put a plant in that’. Yes, I have a cactus in a chamber pot.

Learn what things are worth, this is how you spot the diamonds in the rough and how you know when something’s overpriced. Watch re-sellers on Youtube, (Laura Caldwell, The Crazy Lamp Lady, The Antique Nomad and Real Nifty Vintage are all very knowledgeable and are very generous with their knowledge) you can learn so much from someone who thrifts for a living. If you see something you like then look it up, just plug every description you can think of into Google, I find it helpful to look at the Image results and check out anything that looks like the thing I’m searching. Search things on Ebay, FB Marketplace, whatever website people use to sell their second-hand stuff in your country. Look for very detailed listings that give a lot of info about the piece. Usually if the listing has a lot of info it’s because the seller knows what they’ve got and what it’s worth so you can learn a lot even if you’re not going to buy from them.

When buying second-hand online use very general search terms. I go on FB Marketplace every few days and just search the terms ‘antique’ and ‘vintage’ to see what cool old stuff is available in my area. This is how you pick things up cheap from people who don’t know exactly what it is they’ve got. I also am obsessed with vases and once a week will go on Trademe (the New Zealand equivalent of Ebay) and look under Antiques & Collectables and just scroll through all the vases. It’s amazing how often someone’s advertising something as vintage or retro when I recognize it is way older than they think and they’re way under-pricing it - I’ve got a WW1 trench-art vase being sent to me right now that I bought for a whole 25 bucks, it’s probably worth about 150.

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#thrifting #fuck capitalism #sustainability #eco home #thrift shopping

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tenebrius-excellium · 11 months

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I love your post about backend motivation vs frontend motivation in the HTTYD series!!! I’ve always had a bit of a problem with the sequels (especially the third movie) that I could never put into words, but the difference in motivation is EXACTLY it. The Hidden World in particular had a specific ending in mind, wich isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but their solution was to force the ending into existence instead of letting the story naturally build up to the ending. And you can feel the story straining soooooo much when Toothless acts like a dog for twenty minutes or Grimmel does something simple/obvious that the narrative treats as an ingenious act of strategy. It’s just not genuine! The characters simply wouldn’t act like that, but the writers let plot dictate characters instead of the other way around, and it’s just. so disappointing. There has to have been a way to keep the natural tensions and eventual triumphs of dragon/human bonds without resorting to flattening everyone’s character and taking the story in a weird, half-baked direction.

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Oh my gosh B. You’re still there??????? THANK YOU for being faithful to my blog even tho I’ve not really posted anything proper in ages!!! I’m so happy to hear from you!!!

I’m glad you liked my post XD Ok so. I remembered that what I tried to express is called “Watsonian vs. Doylish” interpretation in fandom (based on this post), or easier, it’s about giving in-universe explanations vs. ex-universe explanations for something that happens in the plot. The actual literary terms according to Gérard Genette for that would be “intra-diegetic” vs. “extra-diegetic”.

The specific difference the terms “back-end vs. front-end motivation” makes, seems to be the phenomenon that building a story from the start allows it to better make sense inside the universe, whereas building a story from its ending reveals the circumstances that the author found themselves in when creating it.

Anyway so what I always found strange is that Httyd2 had all those same problems you named, yet no one talks about that and only bashes on the third movie! Wanna enlighten me on why the second movie worked for you???

Ok so this is spontaneously going to turn into the “Ooc Hiccup post” that I promised at the beginning of the year. I hope you’re ok with that.

WHY IS HICCUP OOC IN HTTYD2?

because his new conflict (”becoming Chief”) was pulled out of thin air and wasn’t already an established extension of Berk’s situation. (a part I always loved about Httyd1 was that Hiccup wasn’t made out to be a Disney Princess who would have to face the duty of leading eventually. I expected the question of succession to be handled far more casually - that someone who wanted to be worthy could be Chief on Berk, not because Hiccup was expected to continue Stoick’s legacy. In fact I wish Stoick would have let him go rampant with the smithy and all his crazy inventions, making him Gobber’s successor first - since Gobber is also canonically older than Stoick - and lining Astrid up to be the next actual Chief. There could have been a sudden plot twist where Astrid realizes she doesn’t want to do it alone and that she needs Hiccup in this with her. It would have made them the ruling couple in a different way.)

because the movie made him immature on purpose so it could justify slapping the “necessary” growth arc on him. (Look, Hiccup has always been reckless and a little bit too trusting when presented with danger, but he was never ignorant of a certain reality or too stupid to see error in his ways. Httyd2 depicts him as a naive dragon geek who can’t see past the destructive potential this has on the humans around him. Eret has had a shit life and a dark past. Drago has his reasons for what he does. Yet Hiccup is far too quick to ignore the trauma that the tribes of the Archipelago suffered because of the dragon plague, and simply forgives his mother despite the fact that she chose to save dragons over raising her own son. It’s all in the name of dragon welfare now and that is just not Hiccup. Og Hiccup took time to engage with Astrid’s valid scepticism. Og Hiccup killed the Red Death to save his tribe. He did not attempt to train that one, if you get what I’m saying. The dragons were never pets.)

because Stoick died only so he wouldn’t get in the way of Hiccup’s leadership. (After all that happens, Hiccup - to me - hasn’t suddenly evolved into a wiser or more experienced person. He just righteously got his ass kicked for the stupidity that was forced onto his character. He then becomes Chief not because he has learned much from the situation, but because Stoick is now dead. It’s true that Hiccup says “Sorry, Dad” to the funeral pyre, but it is never specified what he’s sorry for. To me, he does understand that he got his father killed, but he doesn’t get a grasp on why. He hasn’t the faintest notion of what Stoick did for him, to what extent his father came after him. There was desperation in Stoick to save his son. And Hiccup never feels this guilt much. It is then very convenient that he can freely lead the people of Berk and appear as a competent Chief simply because there is no more Stoick to disagree with him. I loved the version in the books where Hiccup becomes king and Stoick as well as Valhallarama are both alive and well to see it!!!! And Stoick, Chief of the Hairy Hooligans, has to take a step back and let his son shine.)

Right. So that’s that. The second point is by far my greatest criticism regarding Httyd2. Hiccup, in my opinion, was always balanced between the needs of dragons and humans. He is not a “dragon geek”. It simply so happened that a dragon became his best friend because no one else wanted to be his friend at first. Movie!Hiccup is an “invention geek”!!! The time he spends building stuff in the smithy is so important to his character! He doesn’t fix stuff by talking. He fixes stuff by building tools first and explaining them to everyone else second. That’s how I’ve always understood him. Httyd3 Hiccup partly returned to that focus with his fireproof armor, the fully developed flightsuits and the docking contraption for ships that he made on New Berk. The Hiccup I know acts more, gains emotional insight by observation, and talks less.

Of course I agree with all of your criticism of Httyd3. Yes the movie felt strained. But I admit that because I enjoyed Hiccup’s hesitant yet determined character again, I can overlook its flaws much easier than the flaws of Httyd2.

Let me know what you think!

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candyrushsweetest · 4 months

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Current Fictional Hyper Fixations <3

I do not condone fictional depictions in real life unless otherwise specified!!! Do not make fiction something you hate someone over! 😭 It only causes drama and hurts everyone involved.

Now, with that out of the way, let’s begin! After this line-break, the contents will show! You’ve been warned!

Soooooo, I have tons of fictional hyper-fixations, whether it’s with ships, headcanons, general stories, etc., but here are my main!

1. Blue Exorcist / Ao no Exorcist

I love the series mainly because I relate to Rin and some of the other characters in the show. The anime and manga are a little different, but the anime has gotten a 3rd season! I’ve been a fan of this anime for a few years now and it’s still a huge thing I end up thinking about every single day!

2. Danganronpa (the entire series)

I can’t help but enjoy Danganronpa. It gave me a thrill with the mystery and horrors with a unique anime style that I appreciate and admire!

When I first got introduced to the series, it was due to KubzScouts on YouTube doing a playthrough (he did Danganronpa v1, v2, and v3), so I had a good laugh while watching one of my favorite YouTubers play it.

I remember that I was specifically hyper-focused on Nagito (Danganronpa v2) and Nagisa (Ultra Despair Girls). I like crazy boys — that’s just something people will have to get used to from me lol.

3. Gravity Falls

I LOVE Dipper and all the characters from Gravity Falls! The story is amazing and Bill Cipher was EPIC!!!

Must I say more..?

4. FNaF (Rebornica’s AU & FNaF in general)

I enjoy both, but Rebornica’s AU has been in the fandom before canon William Afton and Michael Afton. I remember when it was Mike Schmidt and Vincent Bishop (those were theorized or made-up names, I believe).

I loved Five Nights of Flirting and the original series (even the movies as of recently!)

It’s a lot of fun knowing that I’m in a huge fandom full of so many different people!

(I’m not gonna get into the drama behind Rebornica or his return. I don’t want to. He’s not a good person, but his AU is something I appreciate and love!)

Idk why I made this post, really — I just wanted to share some of the things I’ve been focusing too much on x3

If you want, you can follow me, I reblog and post content :3

I have tons of “problematic” shippings and stuff with some of the characters in these fandoms, but I won’t name what they are here, seeing as this isn’t about that lol, but — keep in mind — I’ll eventually come back and talk about that as well :3

Thank you for reading <333

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Any tips for writing smut/romance? Because yours is delicious!

Thank you ☺️

Well, I’d say it’s a long process of trial and error within finding your voice in writing. I’ve been at it for probably 20-ish years and when I first wrote smut maybe a decade ago…it was soooooo bad 🤣 even to this day I will post something with a scene and feel extremely insecure! I’m like, oh God, was it bad!? 😅

Take all of this with a grain of salt. What I feel strongly about, other people may not feel the same. The writing process is different for everyone.

It also depends on your goal. Just regular p*rny smut or thought-out erotica?

1. Emotional Payoff: I find myself writing giant slow burns more than anything these days. Why? Because I want the cumulation of events to feel impactful to the reader. I don’t even mean “oh, the characters have fallen in love” emotional payoff. Sometimes, they aren’t in love. Sometimes, they are struggling with feelings, with beliefs, with conflicts…and I want the first erotic scene to be impactful to the plot, not just ‘thrown in for the hell of it’. It must add to the story and I want it to be a turning point or realization of sorts for the characters…for better or worse. Can this be done without a slow burn? Yes. But it takes a very precise prose to do it in a short piece.

Essentially, beyond my long-windedness, I am saying the smut should mean something to the story to be emotionally impactful to the reader, even if the act is meaningless to the characters themselves at that time. That is the difference IMO between erotica and flat, emotionless p#rny writing.

More below the cut - 18+ for some scenarios mentioned, but nothing crazy or offensive.

2. Sometimes Less Crude is More Sexy: This depends on your goal. Are you aiming for just how many dirty words you can cram in a paragraph? Seems a bit wild, but sometimes certain words can make a smut scene more impactful. I used to write every single gory detail with blunt, crude words. Did it work? Sure. Was it the sort of writing that made people feel a flutter or emotional response aside from ‘ooo dirty smut’? Maybe not.

Back to emotion. Emotional words can take your smut to the next level. You could say your male character ‘grabbed her thighs and spread them quickly, his huge *insert crude word* hard and ready to stuff her dripping *insert crude word*’.

Or, you could say instead, ‘the calloused tips of his fingers ghosted across her skin, making her shiver with anticipation. The tremble in his touch betrayed his inexperience, even as he moved slowly between her thighs. She could feel that he was eager for her, pressed as he was against her own desire…and she would take all he had to offer and more.

There would be no going back from this.

“Am I what you want?” His voice was an utterance across her lips, gaze dark and questioning. Pupils wide, consuming her.

There was no need to answer aloud. She shifted her hips and took him for herself.’

The above is me setting the stage for the act itself, all while putting in words and sentences that reveal small emotions, details, insecurities, dominance, and desires. Idk, you tell me, I just made that whole scene up on the spot 😂

When you read something that makes you react, remind yourself of the words the writer used that made you feel. Was it because they pulled you into the scene, had you feel with the character you love? Or was it because they said dripping vajayjay twenty times? Different strokes for different folks!

3. Don’t Be Repetitive: Refer to genitalia in different ways, but don’t be obnoxiously flowery like the harlequin novels of old and their “his staff of love quivered in her touch” sorta thing. More like, “his desire was velvet covered steel under her grasp / his firm length” or “she was swollen against his fingertips, ready, glistening with arousal”. You can get away with saying d#ck a few times, but it gets annoying and eye-rolling if it’s every sentence. You can check out this list for ideas!

4. Use Location/Situation to Your Advantage: where are these characters? Semi-public? In private? Are they forbidden being together? Or is their love considered illegal or shameful in your fantasy/sci-fi country? Bring feelings of ‘could we be caught, excitement, the thrill, shame, struggling with own beliefs, reluctance yes, even reluctance’ into the smut to amp up the stakes.

5. Not All Sex is Perfect: hey, we don’t always get it right the first time. I’ve written one character having the time of his life from his POV, only to find out his partner didn’t exactly find him as awe-inspiring 🤣 but, his partner gave him another chance, what a saint jk jk, and the emotional aspect of this previously very selfish character realizing he feels strongly about pleasing someone other than himself for the first time ever was a huge plot point with the smut.

Don’t be afraid of awkward sex, reassuring sex, figuring things out together sex…they can always get it right the next time!

6. If You Write a Kink, Go Deep: size kink, BDSM, A/B/O, etc. if you are going to do it, really commit to it. Don’t mention it vaguely, because if people are looking for that in your smut because you tagged it as such, don’t leave them hanging! I had to study BDSM terms, read blogs of those in the life and their experiences to even come close to writing authentically about it (and I mean stuff beyond generic spanking, such as the risks of edgeplay, knife play, wax play, sensory deprivation, subspace, etc).

Closing thoughts before I ramble you into the abyss from whence you won’t return:

Overall, writing is to have fun! Don’t be hard on yourself, it’s always a learning process. Ask for feedback on your smut, observe what you like about your favorite authors, practice practice practice.

Much of my advice may be considered advanced (or maybe it’s all shit LOL) but I hope some of it helps bring food for thought and helps others on their ever-continuing journey of creative writing!

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