#inspired by a conversation i overheard lol

[meechlamajor]

IF YOU WERE ON UCONN’S WOMENS BASKETBALL TEAM: HEADCANONS

*For this headcanon, we’ll call you Danica*

You’re in your sophomore year, and having a great one so far.

And even though you’re on the younger side, the team often jokes that you’re the mom. Whenever you guys hang out you have everything they could ever need on hand.

Imagine the team is walking around the mall doing some shopping after practice. You straggle behind the group, occupied with your surroundings. Some may call it weird, but you liked to people watch sometimes and they team knew it. That’s just how you were.

You overheard a little of the conversation they were making, it going one in and out the other until you heard Ice complaining about some.

She kissed her teeth, “this tag keep scratching the back of my neck.”

“Here let me pull it off,” KK beamed.

“No”, Ice rolled her eyes, but you chirped up. You carry a tote bag that you’d gotten from a thrift store and you had all sorts of things in there.

“I have some scissors in my bag,” you chimed, catching up with the group. You dug through your bag, and motioning for Ice to lean over so that you could the tag.

“Dani to the rescue,” Nika smiled, nudging your shoulder.

Your walk-out song on First Night would be something to get the crowd hyped up.

Lol if it were me, these would be my top songs:

Shining - DK Khaled (feat. Beyoncé and Jay Z)

Views - Drake (started at 30 seconds)

The beat drop is just too good.

5500 Degrees - EST Gee

HiTek Tek - Future

Handsome and Wealthy - Migos

You and KK are literally besties!

You’ll always make a TikTok with her or get on live. You’re pretty introverted and her goofy personality really brings you out of your shell.

“Dani,” she waved you over. “Come do this TikTok with me.”

You threw your phone down on the couch and got up, pulling your shorts down in the process. “What is it?”

She angled her phone in your direction so that you could see: (https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLMe72Hw/)

It took you maybe 7 minutes to learn, but something as simple as a TikTok was one of your favorite pastimes with KK.

What kind of player are you?

You’re an aggressive player and tough. You’ve never been afraid to show dominance on the court and you love it especially because people tend to underestimate you. You move with grace, elegance, and tenacity, but that’s easy when you’ve been playing for as long as you have. Thanks to your high IQ, you adapt well. Your speed and reflexes are some of your best attributes.

You’re good on the defensive side, but your offense could use some work for sure (despite that you have great court awareness). You’re brilliant at staying low, your footwork is tight, but you don’t get too stiff, and you have active hands.

You’re not an arguer, but you’re not a pushover either. If a call doesn’t feel right to you, then you make it known.

Side note: when you celebrate, you mimic a plane, your arms being the wings.

Your room at the athletic dorms

You take the neutral route, so I think you’d have cream, beige, black, or gray sheets and blankets on your bed. All of your decor would probably follow a similar theme and I can picture a few low maintenance plants in there so you don’t have to worry while on the road. You take pride in your plant babies, trust me. I can see pops of color in there as well. You’ll have a few posters, too. Your bed will have plenty of stuffed animals!

(I love those Murakami flower pillows lol)

The inspiration behind your jersey number

It would definitely be something sentimental, it’s supposed to represent you on the court! Or, maybe it’s just your favorite number.

What your interviews are like

Fans have noticed that you’re really attentive and a good listener. If someone if having trouble with articulating a question of some sort, you try to catch on make sure you’re on the same wavelength. You can almost talk forever if someone really gets you started and you make little jokes to take the edge off. Fans have noticed that sometimes you make little slick comments after a tough loss, especially ones about the refs.

Because you’re being spoken to directly, people get a real glimpse into your personality and your spirit as a person, not just a ball player. Fans also love to watch you interact with Ashlynn (literally my boo i love her sm). You’re interviewed a lot together because you’re magic on the court.

AUTHOR’S NOTE!

i hope u guys liked this! i admire the teams dynamic so much so this one was fun to write. excuse any inaccuracies or errors for this one, i understand basketball at the basic level lol (both of my brothers played d1 though so it’s a shame 💀).

#headcannons #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #paige bueckers #ice brady #ashlynn shade #kk arnold #nika muhl #aaliyah edwards #ines bettencourt #azzi fudd

[sarahsartistportfolio]

Knight X Princess AU with Albedo

wc: 3,926

Ok so many many months ago I had made this post and the lovely @witch-hazels-musings decided to pick it up and turn it into a series. Back then I had little interest in actually writing fanfic but now I'm dipping my toes in it. And I have the inspiration for knight Albedo so I tried to write. And it ended up pretty long lol

Um there are some author's notes at the end. And Hazel if you end up reading this, your writing is truly such an inspiration. You completely have my blessing if you wanna use anything I wrote here in your own knight series❤

Once upon a time, you’re the youngest princess of Mondstadt.

At the tender age of seven a strange woman approaches your father with a proposal. You watch secretly behind the grey stone wall as this foreign woman talks to your father, the king. The woman’s hands are resting on the shoulders of a child beside her, a little golden-haired boy about your age. You're too young to make out any sense of the conversation they're having. And it isn't until your older brother spots you, and rushes you away that that little boy looks behind him to catch a glimpse of you.

 This mysterious woman not only convinced your father to take this young boy in but also that he will be your future personal knight. 

Your father stands behind tiny you as he introduces you.

“ Y/N, this is Kreideprinz, he’ll be training with the knights of Favonius. You’ll be spending a lot of time together when you're older.”

Albedo’s piercing icey blue eyes seem to look right through. He barely moves, only taking a low formal bow with “Princess.” as his introduction.

You extend a curtsy back towards him(or at least try to, your sister has been desperately teaching you how to perform one right)

Your gruff father’s voice cuts through

“His mentor told me he’s developed a skill for the arts at such a young age. Just like you Y/N.”

This moment marks the start of a fond habit the two of you will share in the many years to come. Given parchment and colorful pastels by your father you and Albedo draw together out in the open courtyard. And although he doesn't say much and you’re a bit too nervous to say anything towards him, you make a small attempt. 

“Kreidepr-”

“Albedo.” he cuts you off with an unchanging neutral expression.

“Please call me Albedo, your highness.”

From that moment forward you two become a familiar presence in each other’s lives. When you weren’t being taught your sixth lesson by your governess and when he was done with training with the order of the knights, you two played together. He would show off his newly learned sword stance or a raw material he was gifted by his teacher in his alchemy lesson. You quickly learned he was a curious child. Not afraid to pick up the creepiest of bugs or tornest of plants.(You even watched him eat a spider much to your shock.) He would tell you random facts about the stars, the weather or flowers that grew on the castle’s grounds. You rarely saw him smile, his expression always remaining so indifferent. It was like he hadn’t learned how to smile yet. 

Meanwhile you shared with Albedo the juicy gossip you overheard from the visiting diplomats or a map you stole from your father’s collection of newly discovered lands from outside your kingdom. You two developed a love of drawing together whenever you both could escape the pressures of the adults. It's peaceful, drawing together on a large piece of paper. Of what you hoped your futures to look like, what countries you’d like to visit, what new foods you’d like to try.

When you’re about 15 years old it's when he officially becomes your guard. You’ve noticed as you’ve grown older Albedo seems to keep his distance from people. Except you, as he’s quite forced to be your shadow. It really feels like nothing has changed at all except now he wears the royal uniform and he’s the first face you see when you wake up and the last before you retire for bed.

You don't quite understand his love for science but you indulge in his hobby nonetheless. You listen to him ramble about experiments and data that just go right over your head. But you really do try to pay attention! Because you consider him your friend now. Plus his voice is so calming, you could listen to him talk about anything for hours. 

On the occasions you are able to, if you find a rare preserved bug or rock said to have fallen from the sky, you gift it to Albedo. (Even if on occasion he says a bit sheepishly “I already have one of these in my collection” he still accepts it from you regardless).

You’re the first one he shares that he’s been gifted a vision. He tells you way too calmly for having been blessed with such a powerful item but you get excited for him.

A few more years pass and Albedo could actually count on one hand how many times he’s actually had to defend you. He’s grateful really, that’s it's been so little, that his job is relatively boring. He’s thankful that so far your life has been safe. 

He does remember although, the first time he ever saw you truly fearful. A few years back when you two were still teenagers. A siege from a neighboring kingdom, one who wanted more power, marched right up to the city’s gates. You and your siblings were barricaded in an enforced room deep within the castle. “If the enemy starts to breach the outer room of these walls, I want you to take my sister and run, escape from here through the underground passage.” Your older brother had told Albedo secretly earlier.

Albedo had never seen you genuinely afraid before that day. As the sounds of screams and combat can be heard from within this room's thick walls. Your clammy and tight grip on his hand never leaves him as your other hand clenched at the fabric of your dress. 

The sound of cannon fire shaking the walls has made you jump in surprise and even has shaken Albedo’s usual calm demeanor.

“We’ll be alright.” He reassures you although his slightly nervous tone betrays his words. He squeezes your hand “I promise we’ll survive this.” 

And it's through your closest friend’s unwavering certainty that you find it in yourself to give him a weak smile and nod. 

And as if the gods hold true to Albedo’s word, the battle never reaches inside the castle. Your loyal army causes the enemy to retreat. Its safe again at last. But when your siblings start to exit the room, You find yourself breaking down. You were trying desperately to hold it together in front of your family but now just in the presence of Albedo tears being to fall. He stops and moves right in front of you, his hand now resting on your shoulder as he tries to brush the tears from your cheeks. A rare look of concern and worry on his face as he quietly calls your name. 

“I’m sorry.” you sniffle and try to regain some composure in your voice. “I’m sorry. Look at me crying while everyone else is relieved. I should be stronger than this. A royal should be stronger than this.” 

As he glances back at the doorway waiting til it's just the two of you left in this room, he embraces you, in this brief quiet moment he holds you close. 

Yes so far you’ve been kept safe. Even skillfully dogaging a marriage proposal or two. 

That is…until the curse catches up to you.

You see there’s been a long past down story that your family will one day suffer from a curse. But that’s all this is right? A story? A story of some ancestor of yours angring a deity or magical creature and getting cursed that one day your royal bloodline will die out. But that’s just a fairy tale right?

It starts with your father the king. But he’s already old and frail so his death, while heartbreaking, is not all too unexpected. Albedo is still there at your side as you lie a flower down on your father’s tomb. 

Now your oldest brother inherits the throne. You’re happy to see him in power, your family has been very close. He’s only about seven years older than you and healthy for his age. 

So two months after his coronation, when he falls ill. It's a shock to you and your two other siblings. The royal doctor has no answer, you call for healers outside your borders, offering huge payments in return. But within a week, your dear brother is gone. 

Albedo watches as you try to put on a strong facade for your sister and brother. But he can see the trembling in your hands. This isn’t normal, this shouldn’t be happening. Let alone to someone as undeserving as you. 

Now Albedo is no doctor but there must be something he can do, some way he can help. He scours the castle library for every book on rare illnesses and even dips into your family’s genealogy. When nothing there serves his pursuit he ventures out into the city, even to the outskirts of Mondstadt for any scrap of information that could help him. 

And within this short time Albedo is searching, your older sister takes the throne and a month later she is dead. 

Albedo watches as you attempt to reassure your last remaining family member. “It's the curse isn’t it?” your brother replies with paranoia. 

But it can’t be. Albedo tries to convince himself. He has studied magic extensively, curses aren’t unheard of but. To think this tragedy would touch you? The only person in his life he considers a friend? 

Albedo is a man of science, of tangible proof that you can hold in your hand. A curse that was placed on your family for some unknown reason, generations ago by most likely some being or person that’s long since passed? He thinks back to when he was 15, glancing to his side as he kneels before the king to take his vow, to see you trying to hold back a gleeful smile as you watch him take his oath to serve by your side till his last dying breath. 

A curse? He will not just bend it but break it completely. 

He neglects you a bit again during this time. So into his research as he has been many times in the past. He reassures you this time it's to help you. Your brother only makes it two weeks before he’s caught a fever. Albedo closes his book, leaves his lab, and returns to your side as you say your last goodbyes to your brother. 

The young man feels as if the world is crumbling beneath his very feet with how fast both of your lives have changed in such a short amount of time. He wants to return to those carefree days of when you two drew together out in the courtyard, not to now where he has to watch the joy leave your eyes, not one where he has to watch you bury your family, where he’ll have to watch you be-

No no no he can’t think like that. Not now. Not when there’s still time to change the future. But he just can’t bring himself to leave your side right now. Not now when your skin is growing pale, you're losing your appetite and your eyes grow tired. You two are friends. He understands this, you taught him what friendship is, what it looks like, feels like. But recently with this suffering that has fallen to you, he can’t feel but feel a new emotion, one he can’t comprehend. Recently he’s had such a strong desire to embrace you more often. Hold your hand. And when you're standing too close caressing his cheek, kiss you. But is this love? Could something that’s not even human grasp such a raw emotion?

“Albedo…” you weakly beckon him closer, offering a piece of charcoal in your hand. He knows why you're doing this. But it won't be the last time, he swears to himself. 

“Remember when we were kids,” you start with your horse voice “I drew us climbing to the top of Dragonspire, that’s what I saw in our future.” you smile nostalgically as you brush off loose charcoal off your paper. 

“We can still do that.” He says unwaveringly. “When your strength returns to you I’ll take you up there. As I’ve done myself many times in the past.” His vibrant blue eyes hold a conviction that you admire so much about him. It's surely one of the reasons you’ve fallen in love with him. All you can do is smile a bit pitfully back at him “Keep your promise.” 

Once you become bedridden he can not will his legs to leave your side. Only once the inconvenient pain of hunger or sleep pulls him away from your side. Although he can not bear to be in the room with you as you dictate your will and last testament to your royal advisor. 

The next morning as he just barely got enough sleep, as he’s making his way to your bedroom he hears faint crying and fear just takes hold of his heart. His trembling knees almost give out at the sight of you lifeless on the bed, your attendants weeping besides you. His mouth dry, eyes wide with dread.

 “She’s alive but she’s asleep…” the priest standing over your bedside says. “Nothing we do will wake her.”

 Albedo stays by your side attentively the next few days. It's true nothing he does or gives to your body will wake you. There’s only the steady rise and fall of your chest and quiet breathing. The image of the princess’s most loyal guard resting at his knees beside your bed with his hand in yours, this image is forever stuck with the servants and remaining court who catch a glimpse of it behind your door. 

“Are you sure about this Albedo?” Jean questions him with concern as she hands him his last supply bag. Albedo sits on top a sturdy horse, at the city’s gate, early in the morning when the sky is still a mix of orange and purple. The sun illuminating the back of the castle, casting a large shadow over the city. It could be the last time he ever sees his home, the last time he ever sees you. “Absolutely.” he answers the grand master. 

This is not an aimless journey for Albedo. He has leads, names, places of interest that have ties to your family’s name. In the beginning he felt immensely guilty. You could have passed away one, two days after he left Mondstadt. He doesn't know how long he’ll be away from your side. He could return to a kingdom in disarray, a power vacuum left by your passing, he could return to see your name on the family tomb. He travels farther and farther. Past the neighboring kingdom Liyue. On a boat to Inazuma, where he watches the leaves fall and snow dust the ground. He’s quiet during this time and single track minded. He rarely interacts with the people living in the lands. Except for when he overhears your name or family's name spoken in a conversation. Then he stops said person and with an impassive expression demands they tell him more. 

On a boat to Sumeru is where his next hunch takes him. As he counts the consolations in the night sky on the rocking ship, he finds his mind drifting back to you. When he sees a woman with your same hair color out of the corner of his eye, he thinks of you. When he sits at his campfire late at night, bathed in an orange glow and sketches, he thinks of you drawing at his side. When, with just the little tools and materials he carries on him, he’s able to transform one element to the next, he thinks of your face of innocent amazement as you applaud him for what he believes is a simple feat. Archons he misses the sound of your voice. 

With nothing to show for his efforts in Sumeru he treks through the sweltering hot desert for Fontaine. Catching a small boat to the port he recalls a memory from your shared childhood. He remembers as children you two would talk about traveling to vast unknown lands when you were older. Now he has slain so many alien beasts, came face to face with ancient deities that have been around since the stars formed, he’s walked through lands that didn't even feel real, like he was walking through a dream. There’s now a deep white scar from his wrist to his elbow. He wonders if, no when, you see it will you scold him for being so reckless. He imagines you tenderly tracing the raised skin as you tell him to “please don't be so reckless for my sake”. He smiles. The only time he smiles is when he thinks of home or you. 

He silently promises you that he’ll recount every adventure and monster slain to you when you’re awake. 

By the time he reaches Snezhnaya the usual snow has melted, breathing spring into the once fridgen landscape. Outworldly Albedo looks defeated. His eyes are so tired. And he just misses you so much. He never thought his pursuit to awaken you from your endless sleep would take him so far from the city of freedom. He used to think himself so smart and capable. But even in Snezhnaya every written or spoken word of your family’s curse brings him no closer to the truth. No matter what god he begs to or monster he strikes down he still gets no answers. He recalls the court alchemist telling him “You’re a curious student Albedo. Your perseverance for the truth will lead you far in life.” 

But now as Albedo sits at the far end of a dimly lit tavern, he feels like such a disappointment to you, to the one his heart yearns for. He should have told you he loved you. He should have told you so many months back. But at that time he was still coming to terms with what “love” really felt like. 

If Albedo wasn’t so lost in thought he would have picked up how the tavern’s bard is singing an all too familiar song. Lyrics about a mysterious and silent knight who is on a quest to bring his beloved lover back to life. But Albedo’s mind is ruminating about the past. 

It's only after the music has stopped and the boisterous tavern has quieted down does Albedo take his leave. Although once outside to the oddly soundless streets he hears a voice. 

“You should return home loyal knight.” It's the bard that was singing inside the tavern. His dress and accent oddly Mondstadtan. “This act of love is enough to save her. I felt your devotion long before you arrived here.” 

Yes…maybe it is time to return home.

His journey back home is heavy. As the spring turns into the hot and humid days of summer. But he is returning home empty handed. No real world proof that this curse is even real. I have failed the only person who has mattered to me the most. At this point Albedo desires nothing more than to let his dreary eyes close as he rests at your side, so he can at least tell you he loves you in your dream. 

He’s grateful to see that Mondstadt still looks the same. The castle still stands in the distance. And as he nears the city he overhears the townsfolk speak of you as if you’re still asleep. So all my effort?...All my research?...What good was the pursuit of knowledge if it could not return to him the one he holds dear to his heart. 

At least he can see you one last time. 

As he arrives inside the castle's walls he sees a cluster of favonius knights huddled together, discussing something with vigor. And when a familiar face notices Albedo’s tired and weary figure, they spirit over to him. 

The pure astonishment on his colleague's face is the only thing Albedo’s mind registers as the person word dumps onto him.

All Albedo catches through his hazy thoughts are 

“It's you! You’ve really returned Kreideprinz.-”

“We thought you were-”

“-amazing! Just an hour ago-”

“-she asked for you. First word she said-”

And that’s all Albedo can hear as his feet move on their own to your room. Where all the castle’s attendants are congregating outside your bedroom door, weeping joyfully and thanking Barbados. 

He pushes his way past the crowd and despite his disheveled appearance he’s recognized and allowed to enter. 

He feels like he just stepped into a dream. A beautiful, idealized dream. There you, awake, standing, walking. Talking to one of your ladies before your eyes meet his. So much time has passed. What if you don't recognize him? What if you don’t remember him at all? His own voice caught in his throat as he watches you bring your hand over your mouth. And with pure disbelief in your voice “Albedo?” and that’s all he needed. 

It's as if he’s moving through the haze of a romanticized storybook page, he runs toward you and takes you into his arms. He holds you like you might slip through his fingers at any moment. It's a dream, it must be. Maybe some ghastly creature killed him some time ago and this is celestia. He would happily embrace it.

“Albedo.” you call his name through a broken sob. It's tender, and it's all he wants to hear for the rest of his life, as hot tears roll down his cheek and disappear into your hair. 

And for you? It's like walking straight into heaven, back into your knight’s arms. You’ve missed the touch of his blonde hair and the smell of his clothes. You dreamt about him, over and over again. Even through the endless darkness of your nightmare. Your heart clung to every precious memory with Albedo as if absolutely refusing to forget him. 

He lets out a deep sigh as you can hear the smile in his quiet voice “This is a dream, I’m dreaming.” it’s whispered against your neck. 

You let out a laugh and not even angels above could compare to the sound. 

“I’m real Albedo. I’m right here.” You run your fingers through the loose strands of his hair. “I’m right here.” You prop your chin on his shoulder so he can hear you clearly. “And I love you.”

Ah you beat him to it

All throughout his life you’ve been a consist. You’ve remained by his side even when he’s pushed others away or neglected them. 

Under normal circumstances Albedo would never be this brash but with your warm body under his fingertips he can’t think rationally anymore. 

His lips find yours, and it's all passion and yearning. And a little clumsy, as it's both of your’s first kiss. 

“I love you.” He can finally tell you as you are awake to repeat it back. 

…..

Now, up on top Dragonspire peak, there lies a piece of paper, held down by four rocks on each corner. On the paper is a child’s drawing, depicting a girl wearing a crown and a boy wearing the royal guard seal. They are holding hands, standing triumphantly on top a mountain. 

….

….

Oh and now instead of Mondstadtians telling stories of your family’s curse. Every mother tucking their children into bed, every old storyteller over a bonfire, is now recounting the story of a devoted silent knight, braving the seven corners of Teyvat, all to save his true love.

A/N: So when thinking of what situation to throw knight Albedo and princess reader in, I thought of childhood friends to lovers because it felt so natural. I don’t know, I could totally see Albedo falling for his childhood friend where one day when he’s older he just realizes “oh my god its you. Its always been you.” Thoma would make a great childhood friends to lovers now that I think about it lol. Also thinking about what foil to pit him against. I was thinking ok he’s a scientist. Let me pit him against something he can’t understand, something that can’t be solved with equations or facts, but only by the arbitrary logic of some ancient deity that casted a curse on you. And as a lover of Grimms and Anderson’s fairy tales this was fun to write.

#my writing #genshin impact #genshin impact albedo #genshin impact fanfics #genshin albedo #albedo #genshin impact x you #reader insert #genshin x reader #female reader #knight x princess #childhood friends to lovers #genshin impact au #genshin fic #sfw fanfic #knight x princess au #knightxprincess #genshin x y/n #albedo x reader #albedo x you #albedo x y/n #genshin x you

[nim-lock]

//makes attempt at doodling more feral-looking Dream// I think I made him.... sliiiightly more decrepit (like the comics) but no less sexy LOL 

inspired by overheard convention conversation + @softest-punk‘s very quality Descriptions™

[black and white drawing of Sandman!Dream with wild brushstrokes. His eyes are stars, his cloak is a mass of ravens’ wings and eyes in the darkness.]

#my art #dream of the endless #the sandman

[welcome-to-tracy]

Obey Me: Leviathan x MC. A declaration of love.

Synopsis: u confess your love to Levi.

Tegs: Fluff/Comfort. GN!MC. The characters are not in relationship. Drabble.

N/A: I was inspired by this idea thanks to a comment under one of the posts. Thx!! ;>

***

— Oh, Levi, so are you ready to admit that you're in love with them? I thought you'd never say in your life that you like someone more than 2D characters.~ ♡ — As usual, you were going to walk past Asmodeus room to go downstairs for dinner. But when a snippet of dialogue reached your ears from behind the slightly open door, you couldn't contain your curiosity and stopped.

— ROFLMAO, dude, it's not that serious. I mean, like, lol, I think about them more often than about Ruri-chan and my heart beats DISGUUUUUUSTINGLY fast, but, lol, bro.

— Yes, yes, I understand! Shut up, please, you fucking otaku. — You heard irritated notes in Asmo head and could have sworn that right now he rolled his eyes. — I realized that you're just a fucking tsundere and I'm very happy for you and your feelings, but what do you need FROM ME?

The room suddenly becomes quiet, after which the surprised cry of the Avatar of Lust is heard.

— Is it possible that you want to... SEDUCE THEM? I can literally feel the waves of lust coming from you!!!~

— WHAT??? D-DUDE, YOU'RE TALKING NONSENSE! I don't understand why I came to you at all, damn it...

The next moment Levi ran out of Asmodeus' room, coming face to face with you. His cheeks turned a deep red and he cried out.

— MC? W-what are you doing here?! Did you hear everything?

— What? What are you talking? — You innocently blinked, for some reason deciding to lie. — I was just passing by and was going to invite Asmo to dinner.

— Really? — He exhaled. — It's relief. THAT IS, NOT THAT I HAVE ANYTHING TO HIDE AT ALL, BUT.

— I understand. So are we doing?

— Yes. Sorry.

***

After dinner, you were sitting together in Levi's room when he turned on a series of new anime.

Recently overheard conversation did not come out of your thoughts. «Is it possible that he was talking about me? Then Levi is in love with me? It's so presumptuous, but...». You stole a glance at the demon, who was completely focused on the screen. Cheeks slightly reddened at the thought that he could share your feelings and you mentally thanked the Avatar of Envy for not looking at you now.

On the other hand heart tingled unpleasantly from the realization that he could well be talking about someone from the Internet or about some kind of idol.

— It's just incredible, MC! The plot captures from the first minutes, you like it, right?

— Mm? What? Oh, yeah. I... like it, — there's no need to specify what you're talking about.

Suddenly, your head falls gently on Levi's shoulder. You feel him flinch at the unexpected touch, and you are sure that now the demon's cheeks are absolutely red, but he no longer screams and pulls away as before.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice how he awkwardly licks his lips and clenches his palms into a fist. It's so cute that you almost want to tease him and do something more awkward, but you're afraid that your date (Levi, of course, denies that this is a date) will end in something like a faint.

— Oh, it seems that the best part of this series is about to begin, isn't it? — This is an absolute lie. You're not a bit interested in what's happening on the screen right now and all your attention is focused on the demon in front of you.

— Did you watch without me?! In any case, it's still early for epic moments, but yes, it's not bad.

— Yes, it seems interesting.

The Avatar of Envy smells like a sea breeze and you bite your lips. Does Levi think about you the same way you think about him? Is it possible to check at least a little bit?

You suddenly nuzzle into his neck and exhale gently. You feel the demon straining next to you, but you are glad that he has not distanced himself.

— W-what are you doing, MC?! — The tone of his voice rises noticeably and it seems a little funny to you. You giggle and your breath tickles his skin.

— Sorry-sorry. Can you pause it? I just want sit this way for a little bit more.

He doesn't answer, but pauses the anime and you close your eyes. Something timidly touches your hand and you realize that it is Levi's hand. His fingers intertwine with yours and you squeeze his palm slightly so that he does not let go.

You sit like this for several minutes and no one dares to interrupt the silence that has come.

— Uhm... Levi? — You whisper his name softly and try not to pay attention to how he shrinks. — Can I say something?

— Of course... — You can hardly hear him.

A few more minutes of silence. You slowly lower Levi's arm and gently hug him.

— I love you. I love you. I love you. — You say it quickly and quietly before he understands the meaning of your words and actions.

— Ooh? WOW, MC?! Why are you saying this so suddenly?!?! — He tries to pull away, but you hug him a little tighter and he gives up.

— I'm sorry. I heard a little of what you were talking about with Asmo. To be honest, I'd like you to talk to him about me. I want to believe that you like me too. I don't want to give you to someone else.

Your voice is shaking. You imagined that you would say it more calmly, but now you clearly feel how scared you are. Your heart seems to freeze and you already regret what you said. It takes about a minute, but you don't get an answer. You're scared, so scared. You stop hugging and purse your lips. You look into Levi's face and see the shock frozen in his eyes. «Why did I say that? Why did I say that? Why am I... stupid stupid stupid».

— I'm sorry, I was probably too presumptuous when I thought you were talking about me. I'm sorry, should I leave?

You get up and turn your back to him, but before you take another step, Levi jumps up and suddenly puts his arm around your waist.

— Arghh, you!! You damn it normie!! — You can't see the face, but for some reason you are absolutely sure that he blushed. — It's me... I lo... Me too.. I feel the same way! If this isn't a joke, then I don't understand how you can love someone as pathetic and as vile as me. I've been talking to Asmodeus about you and I still don't understand. I don't think I deserve to hear such words from you if you're not joking. I just... Me too.... Damn!

You turn to face Levi and give him a quick kiss on the cheek to shut him up. It seems to work, because his already red face looks like a tomato, and you smile.

— AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, WHAT THE HELL?

He screams, takes a couple of steps back, stumbles and falls. There is no trace of your old fear and you giggle. The devil himself is tempting you to tease Leviathan a little more.

— Oh, I think I just remembered what Asmo said about "waves of lust"? What was he talking about?~

N/A: It turned out so-so, WELL, OKAY. But I find Levi incredibly cute, ahaha. I've been writing this for a fucking long time.

#obey me #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanones #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me levi x you #obey me levi x mc #obey me leviathan #obey me levi hc #obey me levi x reader #obey me leviathan x mc #obey me leviathan x reader #om! leviathan #om levi x reader #om leviathan #obey me headcanons #obey me fanfic #obey me drabble #obey me fluff #obey me levi fluff

[esta-elavaris]

Hi!

Sooooo, I was wallowing in self pity because there was no HWFG (no pressure to write or update! I just can’t be normal about that story) so I went to check your ao3 and was surprised to see that you’re a fellow James Norrington truther! It inspired me to rewatch the first two pirates of the Caribbean movies and I kinda fell into the norrington rabbit hole again.

That made me read fallen through time and I honestly became OBSESSED so when I was done with the chapters you posted for that story I immediately turned to catch the wind and,,,,,,, [insert unhinged meme about ripping out guts]. I started reading it on Saturday and I couldn’t put it down so I read through two nights and am now tired as fuck, sitting at work, trying to appear busy while still reading your story. What have you done to me!!! I just read the wedding night chapter (I’m going insane, that had no business being so hot???) and honestly, that was so rewarding? Very well written smut aside, the slow burn was soooo good and there were moments where I had actual tears in my eyes??? Theo’s pain when she overheard Elizabeth accepting James‘ proposal? AH!!!! I adore their relationship. The banter, the soft moments, their conflict, their quiet conversations (though I must say I maybe even like it more in fallen through time? He’s just so mean, suspicious and stupid at times in that one, I live for that). I feel like theyre the definition of „she fell first, he fell harder“ and at one point i was really reminded of something I’ve read elsewhere… it was something like „you’re looking at me with purpose“ and that’s just so spot on for James? He’s so devoted to her it makes my heart melt.

On that note, it’s so impressive how much research you’ve done?! And how much thought you’ve put into everything? It’s not easy to write for that time period (I say as a person with two degrees in history lol), especially when it comes to balancing the cultural differences between norrington and Theo? That made everything even more fun to read.

And it’s so impressive how you manage to have this story follow the events of the movies but for it to never become boring or repetitive? You manage to capture the characters we all know and love so well while also making them your own. Your James, of course, is spot on, but also Elizabeth and will? And in all honesty, I maybe like your jack sparrow more than the canon one. He serves as comic relief so much that you sometimes forget he’s a seasoned pirate and much more intelligent, provident and even dangerous than one might think. He feels much more human in your story in my opinion. And that moment where he returns to Tortuga and confronts Theo about the cannibals? I laughed so loud that my bf woke up lol

Okay so I’ll stop rambling now, I just wanted to drop by to tell you how much I love your work and how glad I am that I checked out your norrington/theo stuff. Theo is amazing and I love them both so much. My boss just left the building and I sure will spend the rest of my time at work today reading, they don’t pay me enough anyway. I so hope that her attempt at changing James’ fate will work out and I’m very anxious but also excited to find out where this all goes!

Sending love and appreciation from Germany!

I know I'm on a tumblr break but this is too nice and it has me crying too much to leave it to gather dust in my inbox 🫠🫠🫠

Thank you so so so so SO much!!!

Honestly Catch the Wind will always have a special place in my heart (the people who have sat and watched me continue to talk about it ~14 months after it was finished are like "we know, babe") because I wrote it like, being somewhat fond of Norrington but mostly to get the idea for a Boromir fic out of my system, and instead I ended up sick over Norrington and still writing the Boromir fic anyway. Buuut I mean I got my favourite project so far out of it so I can't complain, I just laugh at how I played myself. Tbf tho, it was a great thing because POTC was a great stepping stone towards even more intimidating LOTR territory!

I'm so glad the smut was decent, too! That was the first story I've ever written it for and I was so nervous about it 💀 I do completely agree with your view on Theo and James as a couple though - the falling first/harder, and the "you're looking at me with purpose" both. I just don't think he'd ever be the type to get complacent. He's not a man who lays on the charm to win the girl, before thinking "what's the point in continuing to try?" once he "has" her. I see him as being such a ride or die, insanely loyal, "that is my WIFE", Gomez Addams coded guy, I love him for it. Those sitcom coded jokes where a guy hates his wife the second he marries her would be the very opposite of his kind of thing. That's why I had so much fun giving him that back in Theo, considering Elizabeth doesn't return his feelings in the movies.

And I mean, I don't think he's owed that from her and I don't think less of her for not returning those feelings, she can't help it (although I do raise my eyebrows at anybody who'd choose Will over The Noz, but people are allowed to be wrong ig), and I think if anything it'd be worse if she did marry him in the end without having that same level of feeling, but it was just so nice to give him someone as dedicated to him as he was to her in Theodora 🥹 I also think Boromir has a lot of that in him, so I'm very excited about his future with Sybil.

I'm also so thrilled to hear the research went appreciated - a lot of it was very fun, like if I hadn't done an Eng Lit/Creative Writing degree, I would've gone into history (I actually almost did do a second degree in history but the funding didn't work out, so I stick to just reading a lot, which I'm cool with), and like most of it was fun, but there were times when I was googling a) the origin of the coffee table, and b) 18th century equivalents of a coffee table/accent table at 4am for the sake of one throwaway line where I did wonder about my path in life. I swear, I deep-dived into it in the notes usually because I at least wanted to make it clear when I had done my research vs when I was knowingly deviating (a few unknowing mistakes did slip through but I think how much research otherwise went into it kind of makes people more willing to overlook a mistake here and there?) but also because it meant I could get more out of said research binges than just one unnoticeable line in a random paragraph 🤡

And JACK. God. I could write a dissertation on Jack. What they do to his character in movies 4/5 are 90% of the reason I don't like them and have only seen them once each. The other 10% is that uhhh they're just crap. Like it's so, so clear in the first three - mainly because of JD's fab acting - that the eccentric thing masks a lot of intelligence and cunning. He'll do his whole "weirdo" shtick, and I don't even think it's entirely an act, I think he is truly eccentric to an extent, but there'll just be these really brief moments where there's just a gleam in his eye, or he'll be suddenly serious for 0.5 seconds and you see what's going on behind the mask, and you realise it is a mask. Whereas in 4/5 it turns into a thing of "idiot who bumbles around and finds his way by sheer luck", which was never what he was in the trilogy.

I also think his crew's reaction to him shows that he is more than willing to be a hardass captain when it comes to it - the moment off of the top of my head is when Cotton's parrot goes "walk the plank" in movie two and his gun is immediately out and he's not happy and they all kinda startle a bit. But even without glimpses like that, like, they're pirates. If he was weak, and he wasn't willing to be stern and not take shit, they wouldn't follow him, and he wouldn't be half as infamous as he is. They know he's odd, but it's clear they respect him, so he must have earned that respect.

He was the one I was most scared of having to write going into this thing (along with Barbossa and Beckett), because he's so easy to get wrong. I'm always so, so thrilled when I hear I did him justice!

Okay, I have written you an entire dissertation here, so I'll stop now and just say again THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH!!!! 💜💜💜 I've read this like ten times since I first received it, it had me grinning like an idiot every single time, I'm so grateful -- and I hope you like what I have in store for HWFG! The wait shouldn't be tooo long, I'm taking April off of posting but not writing, so ideally I'll have something to post in the very beginning of May!

(and I'll reply to your other ask in a bit, I just wanted to make it clear I wasn't ignoring this!!)

#asks #CTW #james/theodora #dissertation!lucy strikes again

[anghraine]

I read an interesting post this morning about the rhetoric around "trauma porn" and "misery porn" and so on. It's here.

I'm not reblogging directly because my response is fairly tangential, so I'm handling it in ye olde journal fandom way by making a separate post. But the short version of the other post is that "porn" is doing a lot of heavy lifting in those formulations in ways that reflect on cultural discourse around pornography, tragedy, exploitation, and spectacle. Also, there's something iffy about the way things like trauma or tragedy are conceptualized as intrinsically flawed and excessive if they don't directly further the core of the story or have a clear "point."

That's all true, though I think the "x porn" formulation extends faaar beyond dismissal of tragedy or misery or dark fiction. In these formulations, "porn" becomes a convenient shorthand for "this exploits [something, usually real] for the benefit and enjoyment of others, frequently others who are not otherwise involved with [thing]."

For instance, as someone with a disability, I'm accustomed to hearing criticism of "inspiration porn"—in which actual or fictionalized disabled people are exploited and reduced to hopeful inspiration for other, usually non-disabled people (in short, so others can feel good). You could say "inspiration exploitation" but ... meh. So it's important to be clear that this terminology is far from just disapproving of grimdark or whatnot.

That doesn't mean that "[x] porn" isn't worth interrogating as a catchphrase in terms of how it relates to cultural perspectives on pornography etc etc. Just that it's used in a much broader context than this particular issue.

Secondly, some of that insistence on trauma/tragedy/unhappiness as intrinsically excessive unless there's some clear point sounds very much to me as a sort of New Criticism approach as overheard on the bus. Maybe this leans a bit towards conspiracy theory, lol, but I can explain.

The OP probably knows this, but New Criticism is a now largely outdated theory of literary criticism which is, among other things, deeply concerned with the unity of literary texts. Elements of a text which do not further the core themes and ultimate coherence of the text are often seen as weaknesses or excess from this POV. It owes a lot to previous traditions and takes on What Art Should Be, going back at least as far as Aristotle's Poetics:

The plot, being an imitation of an action, must imitate one action and that a whole, the structural union of the parts being such that, if any one of them is displaced or removed, the whole will be disjointed and disturbed. For a thing whose presence or absence makes no visible difference, is not an organic part of the whole.

So trauma or tragedy or misery that does not seem fundamental to the unity or wholeness of the piece and doesn't seem to make much difference to what the text is about or thematically preoccupied with can feel disjointed. It's not difficult for otherwise hardline anti-intentionalists (which also smacks of overheard New Criticism) to assume this arises out of a lack of discipline, control, or critical thinking about subject matter.

Of course, it frequently depends on the case. There's often a certain amount of "if I like it, X element is necessary to The Unity, and if I don't, it's a disjointed and problematic mess." But still, the emphasis on coherence and conservation of detail as intrinsic to artistic merit of literature is also a much bigger conversation than "misery porn" discourse. Aristotle himself, for instance, argued that tragedy is a higher art form than comedy. I think the discussion is at least partly as much about minimalism/a NC-influenced value for unity.

(FWIW New Criticism is very much out of style, but the impact on how literary criticism is taught in at least the United States, especially in K-12, is very profound.)

#anghraine babbles #long post #literature #literary criticism #anghraine's recs #not my meta #but also #anghraine's meta #aristotle #general fanwank #rare breed of attack unicorn

[jaimebluesq]

Ooh, how about a scene from your leopard fiz from Nie Zonghui's point of view?

I'm so sorry it's taken me this long to finish! But my creativity has been a mess since I got sick :( But I finished a snippet! It's NZH checking in on Meng Yao after the latter discovered the Nie secret... and I think I might have accidentally come upon a new ship LOL.

(For the rest of my Tumblr peeps, this is from the universe of my RBB fic A Reluctant Pilgrim's Tail, inspired by a beautiful work of art by @roseclaw, where the Nie bros are leopard shifters but only a select few outside the sect know about it.)

~ ~ ~

Nie Zonghui knocked on the door of his sect's newest deputy, waiting for an invitation to enter. Nie Mingjue had asked him to stop by and answer whatever questions Meng Yao had about the new position and he was more than happy to assist in whatever way he could.

“Come in.”

He stepped inside and offered a polite bow to Meng Yao, and only when he stood up again did he realize the young man's answering smile was a little... off.

“Nie-zongzhu asked me to come and check in on how you're finding the work, and answer whatever questions you may have.”

Meng Yao set aside a pair of reports he had been reading, his movements stiff and tense. Nie Zongzhui didn't know the young man well, having only interacted with him once before, and he didn't know if this was simply a quirk of Meng Yao's posture or if there was something amiss.

For several moments, Meng Yao's lips parted and closed again. Nie Zonghui wondered if he was hesitant to speak freely and turned to close the door behind him so that their conversation could not be overheard. He approached the desk once again.

“Is there an issue with the work?” he asked Meng Yao. “Or with any of the disciples?”

Meng Yao blinked, then his shoulders relaxed – slightly. “Ah, no. The work is straightforward, and the disciples have turned in their reports on time. There is no issue there.” Then Meng Yao's fingers drummed a moment along the top of the desk before he stopped himself.

And then Nie Zonghui had an epiphany. “Did you perhaps have an... unconventional encounter with Nie-zongzhu? Or his brother?” He offered a friendly smirk. “Perhaps Nie-gongzi left some fur on your desk?”

Meng Yao’s entire body seemed to relax. “You know, thank the Heavens.”

Nie Zonghui gestured to the seat across from Meng Yao, and only sat after the young man offered him a nod. “All of us who grew up here know – it’s hard not to. But we’ve also been sworn to secrecy from the time we learn of our sect leader’s true nature.”

“Are there any who have been unable to keep the secret?”

“Of course,” Nie Zonghui replied, “but there has yet to be a situation that could not be resolved. And for those who truly are incapable of keeping their thoughts to themselves on the matter, we have certain talismans that, when inked into a man’s skin, will keep the secret for them.”

Meng Yao nodded. “I must admit, I would have thought such a thing to have been made public – would it not make the sect more appealing to new disciples? And help to ward off those who would threaten your sect?”

“Like the Wen,” Nie Zonghui offered, and Meng Yao nodded again. “Our sect has kept this secret for several generations now – we aren’t likely to change that anytime soon. But it’s not just because it’s a sect tradition. What is a strength can be a weakness as well, in the wrong circumstances, and none of us would want to put our sect leader and his family in any kind of risk.” He paused and gave Meng Yao a significant look. “Every member of the Nie sect, from the disciples to the kitchen staff, love and respect our sect leader, and would do anything within our power to protect them.”

For several moments, Meng Yao held his gaze until, finally, he nodded. “Such loyalty is rare,” Meng Yao offered, “and no doubt well-earned. I promise not to reveal anything of what I know to outsiders.”

“That is all we ask. Now, if there are no other questions, I should move on to finish my duties for the day.”

“I won’t delay you then.”

Nie Zonghui stood up and moved toward the door.

“And...” Meng Yao’s voice gave him pause. “Thank you.”

He turned back toward the young man and bent forward into a quick bow. “Thanks are not needed. Nie-zongzhu speaks highly of you, and it is my pleasure in ensuring that you feel welcome in our sect.”

Meng Yao blinked and his pale cheeks brightened with a light flush.

As Nie Zonghui walked away from Meng Yao’s office, he couldn’t help thinking that it would be nice to work with someone new, with interests other than training and hunting.

#nie zonghui #meng yao #are they a ship now? #i don't know! #but them interacting is kind of cute

[spottys-rathole]

8, 25 and/or 30 for the ask game ? :]c

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

Pour n'en choisir qu'un qui ne me rendrait pas triste en y repensant :

Une animation sur Raccoon sur la chanson "The Other Side of Paradise" de Glass Animals dont j'ai écrit le script en Juillet 2021 (avant de rejoindre le serveur Commu RPZ oh wow) Le script est tout écrit, l'audio de la vidéo est mixé, les placeholders posés, mais juste avant de commencer à la storyboard je me suis relu et j'me suis dit "hmm c'est yikes hein ouais allez hop ça dégage"

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

Mostly used in real life from various people, but they seem to like to use the term "Disney-like" when describing my artstyle- Which is a broad ass term to use btw. I definitely grew up with these movies so maybe there's a touch of inspo in it whether I realize it or not, but it is also really not something that I try to get close to- (I love expressionism way better lol) I assume it's the way I sometimes draw eyes, combined with a clean coloured lineart + my simplistic 2D shading style that reminds them of that Though it is far from an insult, it remains a term that I do not embrace as my art teachers like to use it when they actually mean "bland/too tame/too generic"

Couple of pieces that got qualified as such by people in the past :

If I have to name one conscious inspo of mine that inspired me to model my artstyle after theirs though, is Skailla's. And it becomes even more obvious if you dig into her ~2014 art and compare it to mine from back then 30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

I believe I absolutely do NOT suffer from lack of success at all Whatever I do, no matter if I actually try hard or not, I have always received positive feedback from people, strangers or friends I have overheard conversations of people praising my work without knowing who the author was It is something I feel very priviledged but also feel very guilty about, because whenever people validate my work but overlook that of a colleague, I get to hear them compare their own work to mine Long story short : I could only call a piece "underrated" in comparison with my other more popular fanart pieces (which obviously get recommanded because people actually look for them) but I am more than satisfied and overwhelmed by the attention I already get

I guess take this one animation, it took me over a year to finish it, and I put way too much effort into it. It's far from perfect but I still like it, it taught me stuffs, and it features two of my OCs who's relationship I really really enjoy

#ask game #thanks for the ask 💖 #my art #ask

[r1ver-6]

2022 Fanfic Writing in Review

Tagged by @figsandfandoms Thanks!! This was super fun!

1. Number of stories posted

33

2. Word count for the year

126,935

3. Fandoms you wrote for

Community, Doctor Who, Firefly, Merlin, Psych, Star Trek: Voyager, Stranger Things, West Wing, The Witcher

4. Pairings

Troy x Abed, 9th Doctor x Rose, Firefly crew, Merlin x Arthur, Shawn x Gus, Tom x Harry, Chakotay and Tuvok, Steve x Eddie, Geralt x Jaskier, Josh x Donna, Sam x Josh, Jaskier and Yennefer

5. Story with the most

Kudos: 4503- If He Ever Hurts You

Bookmarks: 61-If He Ever Hurts You

Comments- 4 (+ my responses) on various works

6. Work you’re most proud of (Why?)

I have to go with The Joker and the King because I actually got all the elements of the song to work in a fic :) But If He Ever Hurts You and Battle Scars are close seconds due to their length and complexities.

7. Work you’re least proud of (Why?)

I love all my children equally. I put too much work into each of them to not be proud. Have confidence in the fact that you are creating something and never feel bad about it!

8. Favorite review you received (Why?)

The support from @figsandfandoms and @fruitygus always keeps me going! But anytime there’s engagement with my work, I blush so thanks to all :)

9. A time when writing was really hard

I had to take a long break from October to early December to focus on school assignments. I desperately missed the creativity and am so excited to get back into it!!!

10. A scene/character you wrote for that surprised you

I cannot believe I wrote so much for Steddie this year! I’d never written for Stranger Things but the fourth season opened the floodgates!

11. A favorite excerpt from your writing

I’m going to do a title instead with We both have cigarettes and cufflinks because of the randomness of the story behind it. I was at a memorial for work and overheard a snippet of two old men’s conversation. That line was the only thing I caught and I thought it fit Steddie

12. How did you grow as a writer this year

I cursed more which is a big step for me :) it’s not in my daily vocab but it was fun lol

13. How do you hope to grow next year

I hope to have more time and inspiration. The media I’ve been consuming recently hasn’t given me much to work with.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence as a writer (beta, another writer, cheerleader?)

Like I said, anyone who comments or engages in any way with my writing makes me so happy I cry! I never expect to get 10 hits let alone kudos or comments. The fandom community has been more than I could ever hope for and I love you all <3

15. Anything from real life show up in your writing

I saw a shirt at the mall that blew me away so much I used it Psyched!

16. New wisdom you can share with others

You can always get back into writing, even if you’ve taken a break. People will be there to cheer you on. And never be afraid to self promote!

17. Projects you’re looking forward to in the new year

I have a Spicy Six (Stranger Things) in the works that’s been knocking around for a few months. Just need that last burst of motivation. A couple of Shus ideas in the mix as well. One angsty, one pure tooth rotting fluff. Aside from that, I have no idea but I can’t wait to see where inspiration will strike

18. Tags

Anyone who sees this and wants to join in :)

#fic #my writing #stranger things 4 #psych #voyager #bbc merlin #the witcher #community tv #trobed #shawngus #firefly #tom paris x harry kim #steddie #geraskier #yennskier #my year in review #I had no idea I’d written this much #thanks to all who have taken the time to read my stuff #I love you

[fillejondrette]

i made a little collage about abortion....inspired by a conversation i overheard on a plane lol

[neonacity]

Thank you for updating arcane I'm loving blood red but I was missing my rosewood boys and girl

I KNEW THE WAR WAS COMING the talk mc had with her father was so idk intense even I was tense reading it. The one who betrayed them could be haneul himself cause he was evil in the first season

Mc and Mark's marriage... I get her father's point as much as get hers I also understand why she loves mark, jeno and jaemin (maybe renjun and haechan) romantically I mean I would to

I just know the other boys where dying of jealousy for mark being the one having the marriage propose with her (I can see nomin getting sad and hurt)

I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I was thinking there's 22 arcana cards and there's dream, mc, and some wayv members as not arcana holders so I'm SURE 127 will be the rest of them but TEN AND MIJEONG master of the chariot and master of the strength I never thought they would have a arcana

Thank you again for another amazing chapter, and what did you think about Taylor's new album midnights? It's soooo perfect I can't stop listening to it, I just loved maroon (thats jeno's song), anti hero, labyrinth and the great war

Mariiii! Thank you for reading as usual! Yeah nomin did have some feelings after they overheard that conversation for sure. Lol. Renjun and Haechan too though those two are probably pouting more because, marriage really? Before they even made proper moves? The audacity lmao.

I am happy you liked the introduction of the other masters though. I've been dying to reveal them for such a long long time. And yes, our girl Mijeong is one of them (and probably is one of the most badass 😏).

Oh god I LOVE Taylor's Midnights album though. It has been on repeat, i am not even kidding. My favorites are also Maroon and Labyrinth but Midnight Rain is at the top at the moment, it'a literally the inspiration between Mark and MC for this chapter 🥲

#marijmin #neona!answers #fic: arcane | inizio

[kookieswan]

안녕하세요 마일러브~~ 🤍

For the ask game: 😂💡🗑

Why hello there sweetness 😙

😂 What’s the funniest comment someone has left on a fic of yours?

Honestly I can’t recall but I just know it was either for the gravy series or that cursed foot drabble I wrote for Yoongi. I just know it.

💡 What’s the weirdest thing you’ve been inspired by?

Weird conversations I overheard on campus in college. I would write sometimes in between classes and people would either sit close or walk by and be talking. I’d listen in sometimes and hear the most interesting things lol 😅

🗑 What is one fic idea that you loved at first but then scrapped?

It’s not completely scrapped! You already know this one but… I had 20k or so wrote for the Stripper!Tae series and ended up scrapping a very large portion of it. That’s why I talked about it heavily for a while and then went quiet. I lost a lot of motivation to write it but have been thinking about jumping back into the writing wagon.

#sugarflywme #sugar you’re so sweet ❤️🌸 #answers

[jerzwriter]

It amazes me the fact that you’re still discussing DTI to this day. What a wonderful piece of work that was. Still inspiring conversations.

I remember the time I read it. I didn’t know you back then, I mean still don’t lol but I like to think I know your “style” by now and the kind of person (in here) that you are. When I was reading it I remember thinking, well this is fanfic, we came from reading OH, of course they going to end up together right? And then the car accident came, and I was like “aaah the old classic tragedy that brings the couple together” (like the chemical attack) and even until the last chapter I held onto the hope that somehow Ethan and Casey will end up together.

If I knew then what I know now, I would be almost sure you’re going to pick a happy ending that resembles real life and teaches us something at the end (which is why I love your writing). Not the classic fairytale end when they ride a horse into the sunset.

I remember the A/N said something like “she’s not going to choose until the end” but my “Oh-oh” moment, when I realized chances are she’s not going back to Ethan was in the car accident chapter, when she’s freaking the hell out because she thinks Tobias was hurt, then Rafael tells her he’s not and she can finally breath.  The fact that she was already walking away like everything is good in the world, and then BOOM she remembers Ethan… omg GIRL, Ms? Ma’am, idk…BUT OMG THAT MOMENT BROKE MY HEART. That was it for me, I knew where Casey’s heart was. And I know a lot of things happened after that, but idk that moment was so small yet so powerful.

Anyway, I feel like since I wasn’t there when you release DTI, I never got the change to discuss it. So I just wanted to put my thoughts in here.

Nonny… 🥺❤️

Thank you so, so much for this.

I am amazed that I still get so many questions and asks about DTI. I am also stunned at how many people are still reading it. Some weekends i see someone start reading on a Friday night and by Sunday night they’re through all the chapters and I am like HOLY F*CK. It blows my mind.

OMG that chapter. I swear I had my therapist on speed dial as I wrote that chapter. I literally wept at points. Yes, her mind immediately went to Tobias and that was very telling. But, we can see in the aftermath of her relief, that it doesn’t mean that she does not care for Ethan. That scene and the one where Tobias overheard her… I had to go for walks and play with puppies after writing them. 😂

Thank you so much for this feedback. Trust me… FF writers don’t think hearing about older works is weird, it makes us so happy to know that they still matter. Thank you a hundred times over. 💕💜💕

#ethan ramsey #tobias carrick #delaying the inevitable #asks answered #thank you 💕

[vivelarevolution13]

Hi! For the ask game: 🕯️🌿🏜️

Hi nonnie, thanks for the ask! Sorry it took me a hot second. 🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

A good 7, I'd say! It can be awkward as all hell rereading my own work, but in the end it's always fun to come back to things with a fresh(er) pair of eyes than when I was writing them. I either cool off from my attachment to certain bits enough to notice they're pretty bad, or I see things I thought were bad and get to go "oh, that's kinda banger actually". It's a weird mix of frustration and satisfaction every time - there are moments editing sucks because I just can't find a way to make something work and I have to kill it, but there are also times that the challenge of it makes a new angle or a different way to connect things click for a completely different segment/project altogether.

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

Oh man, that's always a tough one because even for a single person I don't think the same thing always works. I think there's some merit to sitting with an empty page every day just to see what comes out, but that only works 50% of the time tbh. What I try to do (especially if I can't get myself to do anything creative whatsover) is put down any random observations I have during the week to paper - things I saw on the street that I thought were interesting, lyrics from songs I was listening to, movie scenes and why I loved/hated them, conversations I overheard or stories people told me or shitty little sketches or just the same word over and over or whatever. It doesn't have to look nice and it doesn't have to make any sense. It's just a dumping ground. But usually it does end up feeling good when you can't get anything else out, and if I'm in a particularly bad block it just gets my brain to a) ease up on the pressure to Make Something Coherent and GoodTM and stop feeling bad about it but also b) unwittingly start thinking about things from that creative perspective again. And then when you have some time and a bit more energy, you can see if you can't find anything from your little Notes from Life that spurs your writing on or comes together. It's also just nice to look back on.

Also maybe finding other media that's inspiring to you - visuals, films, books, music - and immersing yourself in those for a while. Trying to figure out what you like about them from a storytelling perspective. Making moodboards and playlists even if they don't get me to a good place for writing straight away is also always really helpful to me, and just plain fun.

And if you're still running into a wall, making peace with that and finding something else to do for a while. Meeting your basic needs (I forget this one quite a lot lol), going for a walk, doing mundane chores or finding some company (maybe even someone to talk to about your ideas).

That's a lot of words to essentially say my brilliant advice is journal, listen to some music and go for a lil walk. I should write a self-help book.

🏜️ ⇢ Answered this little guy here! Thanks again :)

#ask game #asks #anon

[kataraseye]

Suki: Would you survive this battle?

Katara: I hope

Aang: Maybe

Toph: Barely

Sokka: My plan says we will

Zuko: No

#suki #katara #aang #toph #sokka #the gaang #inspired by a conversation i overheard lol #so i guess credit to me?? #idk #atla #atla funny #incorrect atla #atla incorrect quotes

[seok-jinnies]

so close to perfect | jjk

jeon jungkook x reader

angst with a happy ending, idol!au, established relationship ; wc : 1480 words

rating: pg13

warnings: swearing, mentions of insecurities, jungkook is a bit of a dick here i'm sorry lol

note: this fic was inspired by this song! it's been collecting dust in my drafts for so long and then i realized that i haven't posted anything in months so....... hope you guys enjoy!

jeongguk has always been your constant, and even with what seems to be the whole world against the two of you, you can't bring yourself to let him go.

Sighing, you take a sip from your tea. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

Jeongguk blinks. “What?”

“I said,” you repeat slowly, “you’re a fucking idiot. I know what I got into. You don’t get to make decisions for me.”

“I’m not making decisions for you, (Y/N).” He scoffs, leaning back on his chair. “I’m telling you that this isn’t working out between us. We need to break up.”

For a few moments, you say nothing. The sounds of the cafe downstairs fill the silence between the two of you and you idly wonder if he’ll gain some sense the longer that you stare at him. You raise an eyebrow.

“You literally told me that you wanted to start a family with me yesterday,” you deadpan. “People don’t change that quickly, especially not you.”

“Then you obviously don’t know me well enough!” He fires back, leaning forward as he grips the edge of your table. His jaw clenches, and in another time, maybe you would have found it attractive. Now, however, it only fuels your irritation further.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you consider actually slapping some sense into that stupid, big head of his. “Jeongguk, I’ve known you for ten years,” you remind him calmly. “I know you better than I know myself, which is why I know that you’re an awful liar and that every sentence you’ve uttered in the past ten minutes has been pulled straight out of your ass.”

You can practically see the gears turning in his head. It was clear that this strategy wasn’t working out, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that it was time for him to switch tactics.

When his gaze grows harder, colder, you already know that the next thing that comes out of his mouth will tear your heart to shreds. Still, you tilt your chin upwards, meeting his gaze head-on.

“(Y/F/N),” he says quietly, voice so dangerously low. You brace yourself for the impact. “How do I make you understand that the past three years have been nothing but a waste of my time?”

Bull’s-fucking-eye.

He takes your frozen state as a sign to continue. “The past three years have just been one big trainwreck. You’ve done nothing but hold me back in every aspect of my life. You have been nothing but selfish and it shows even now,” he scoffs. “You refuse to listen to me when I tell you something. It’s always your way or the highway, isn’t it?”

You’re stunned into silence. So this was the path he was going to take, huh? Somewhere, underneath the wave of hurt that washes over you is a thought: textbook. This is a textbook manifestation of your worst fears, your deepest insecurities. He knows you better than you know yourself; knowing exactly which buttons to press to hurt you the most. He’s cutting into your very soul with surgeon-like precision. The wounded, angry part of you wants to take the bait, to rip him apart but you don’t have it in you to tear into him just as he had done with you.

So you say nothing, merely tilting your head to the side. Slowly, you bring your cup to your lips, sipping quietly before setting it down once more. His eyes are still dark, filled with barely repressed rage.

“You’re always fucking clinging to me too!” He spits out. “You act like you’re so high and mighty but then you act like a fucking child whenever you don’t get what you want. Grow the fuck up,” he laughs humorlessly. “Loving you is the biggest mistake of my life. I wish I never fucking met you.”

At that statement, you can’t even hold back a wince. If you weren’t watching him so closely, you would not have noticed the way his eyes widen infinitesimally, fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach out for you. He bites his lip and for a second he looks like the Jeongguk that you know and love. That’s all it takes for you to strengthen your resolve once more, to force your tears back, and to face this head-on as if he hadn’t hit you where it hurt the most.

“Is that all you’ve got?” You say coolly as if your heart didn’t ache at his words. “Let it all out, love; I’ve got all day.”

His facade begins to crumble. “Why aren’t you mad at me?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Do you want me to be mad at you?”

He visibly deflates in front of you. Shaking his head, he looks at the coffee table, fingers tracing the scratches on the surface.

“Just break up with me,” he whispers pitifully. “It’s the best thing you can do.”

You hum softly. “Do you want to break up with me because of the reasons that you listed earlier? Or…”

“Or?”

“Does this have something to do with the conversation you had with your manager this morning?”

His head shoots up, eyes widening comically. “How do you know that?”

“I have my ways,” you shrug. “That, and the fact that Yoongi overheard the two of you and gave me a heads up.”

“How did he even overhear us?”

You only shrug once more. Yoongi was, well, Yoongi. He was a man of many (slightly concerning) talents.

“If you’re worried about me receiving hate,” you start, pulling his hand into your grasp, “then you have nothing to worry about. I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

He scoffs quietly but there’s no real malice behind it. “People are cruel when they want to be. I’ve been on the receiving end of that, (Y/N). I never want you to know what that feels like.”

“So you were just going to take the easy way out?”

He blanches. “No, I… I just wanted to protect you…”

A sad grin creeps up your face. “And look where that got us.”

Letting go of his hand, you take another sip of your tea, almost spitting it out when you look at Jeongguk and realize he has actual tears in his eyes. “Guk?” You say worriedly, hand reaching out to cup his cheek. He leans into your touch and closes his eyes, eyebrows still adorably scrunched in that way it always did whenever he was close to tears.

When he opens his eyes again, you smile.

“I didn’t mean what I said,” he says hoarsely. “I don’t think you’re selfish or immature or clingy. Loving you, meeting you has been the best thing to happen to my life and⁠, and I⁠—” He swallows thickly, a single tear rolling down his cheek. You’re quick to wipe it off even as you feel your own eyes well up with tears.

“I love you,” he admits. “I look at you and my heart feels so full and you make me so happy and I just, I love you so much⁠—” he sobs, dragging his seat closer to you so he could hold you close. You stiffen when he buries his face in the crook of your neck, only relaxing when you’re sure that no one else is on this floor of the cafe. Your arms wrap around his hunched form, letting him cry freely.

“I’m so sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean any of it I swear,” he blubbers, nose all red and runny. It’s almost adorable how he looks at you so earnestly with tears in his eyes. “You’re my everything, (Y/N), I mean it.”

He pulls away from you with a sudden urgency, hands cupping your face gently as he looks into your eyes deeply. “You don’t hold me back. You make me a better person every single day. I’m an idiot who should have talked to you about this first before forcing you to break up with me.”

“You are an idiot,” you agree. He snorts at how quickly you agree, but all you can think of at the moment is how easily he puts your heart at ease despite being the very person to have ripped it apart moments earlier.

“Don’t get me wrong, we’re going to talk about this in detail but this isn’t a discussion we should be having in a public place.” You rise from your seat, patting his cheek gently. “Let’s go home?”

He nods happily, giving you that smile⁠—that soft smile of his that makes you forget about everything else, the one that tells you he loves you more than anything in the world. “Let’s go home.”

The two of you still had so many things to talk about, so many things to unpack from today’s events. It almost seems daunting now that you think about it as the two of you walk home with your hand in his, but as long as you had him… then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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