#or that i published the first draft while i was falling asleep

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Genshin Impact) Ayaka, Ei, Yae, and Lisa with an author S/O

Ayaka understands S/O penning their name anonymously.

Having that much attention on you is potentially dangerous, but most of all it's just tiring. Ayaka honors her vow of silence to not tell anyone who writes one of the best selling light novels.

Ayaka doesn't get to read for pleasure often, so out of curiosity she picks up their light novels.

She's usually the first one who gets rough drafts of S/O's current works. Ayaka is quite the fan!

Though sometimes, she can tell S/O wrote a character after her likeness, which gets her all kind of red in the face.

But it's strange. They produce some of the best works, yet are always lazing around, not doing anything.

(Ayaka) "S/O, are you not writing tonight?"

(S/O) "Eh. Maybe later."

That's the usual answer she gets. Perhaps writing motivation comes in bursts?

At this point she suspects that the reason they stay anonymous is so they don't have to exert more energy than they have to.

S/O uses the excuse of cuddling with her and falling asleep, which she doesn't hate, but it's not exactly the most productive thing they could be doing.

Ei is quite curious about S/O's writing. Not only is it her lover's light novel, but it's also a glimpse of what the people of Inazuma are currently into.

She doesn't quite understand why S/O wants to remain anonymous. Wouldn't you want everyone to read your works?

Ei won't bring it up if S/O doesn't.

She always has S/O close by to explain the things she doesn't understand.

(Ei) "Why are so many people interested in being transported elsewhere?"

Ei also notices S/O tends to stick with her a lot longer when they have something to write.

She doesn't mind, but it's a little weird.

(Ei) "S/O, should you not be writing?"

(S/O) "I can do that later. I need to answer all your questions after all."

(Ei) "Very well."

Maybe this is how authors this day and age act. How considerate.

Yae completely understands wanting to not deal with the people of the Light Novel community while being low energy at all times.

She lets S/O loiter around to keep her company and talk about whatever new series has come out recently to poke fun or talk its praises about.

Her publishing house of course publishes their novels. But not because S/O is her lover, but because they actually deserve to get published.

If their works falter even in the slightest in quality, she refuses to put the rubbish out there. But she does find it really funny though.

It depends on her mood if she indulges S/O or gets them off their butt to actually write their current work.

(Yae) "Have you noticed this transporting to another world genre has been on the rise lately? I know fads come and go, but it is remarkably stubborn this year..."

(S/O) "Frankly, I don't get the appeal."

(Yae) "But you don't normally see the appeal of most things, S/O. Working for instance.-"

(S/O) "Shush."

Lisa loves reading, so when S/O told her that they wrote light novels, she was ecstatic to read them.

She had read pretty much everything in the Library, so adding a few new ones to the shelf was a welcome change!

Something she's quick to notice is how tired S/O is, and they usually try to sidestep doing their work.

Lisa half gets it though. Why do it today when you can do it tomorrow?

She'll try to lightly encourage S/O to get the novel over with so they can get back to relaxing faster. It's what she does when she has work after all.

But sometimes it can't be helped. She'll get a chair and cup of tea ready to let S/O procastinate in the library.

(Lisa) "Oh, look at that, it's raining. You don't want to get the pages wet, right dear? How about you keep me company for a while?"

(S/O) "It'll be raining all day."

(Lisa) "Then looks like we'll be together all day. A shame."

(S/O) "Hah, what a shame indeed. Pass the sugar?"

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #ayaka kamisato x reader #ei x reader #yae miko x reader #lisa minci x reader #ayaka kamisato #ei genshin impact #ei raiden #yae miko #lisa minci

[karikuwu]

Ranpo and Poe as Sigma's parents HCs

IMAGINE PEOPLE ENJOYING CHUUYA AND DAZAI AS SIGMA'S FATHERS HCS I LOVE YOU GUYS SM WTH

anyways, user @funnyvanni wrote Ranpoe as Sigma's parents as well, so now i feel obligated to post it (they totally didn't sit in my drafts and i totally didn't forget to publish them lmao) SO YEAH!

TW: except swearing? nothing, it's just wholesome fluff for once

Edogawa Ranpo and Edgar Allan Poe as Sigma's parents HCs because he's still 3 years old

Okay- first of all; Karl LOVES Sigma

Cookie baking but Ranpo gets bored and doesn't help

He's the one eating all of it in the end

BETRAYAL. CRIME. CALL THE COPS.

Ranpo calling Poe and Sigma good boys while patting their heads (poor thing has to tip toe for that) and them blushing in embarrassment

Lots of cuddles!!

The whole family is snacking and cuddling 100%;

Ranpo falling asleep on top of Poe on a big couch, Poe staying awake and writing his detective novel with a slight blush on his face, Sigma and Karl sleeping while cuddling next to him

Poe is like a magnet

Sigma would be very interested in Poe's books and Poe would be MORE THAN HAPPY to tell him about the plot of his current work

Sigma is so into it and tries to figure out who the culprit is in the book just for Ranpo to spoil it

Ranpo would also spoil the whole plot during movie nights

The three of them are unstoppable at solving crimes

Sigma with his information exchange ability, Ranpo with his Ranpo ability and Poe with his fricking book

Karl being motherfucking Karl

The most powerful detective family

Overall it's just Ranpo with his big shy boyfriend and his big shy son. He would protect them with his life if he had to

I also like to believe that Ranpo calls his beloved by candy related nicknames

Like he sees Sigma entering the room and he's like "Hey Cotton Candy, pass me my ramune from the fridge."

And Sigma is like "Pls pls pls I'll literally pay you 500$ to stop calling me that." but deep inside he loves it

Last hc - Poe is spoiling them rotten.

This man is such a sugar daddy, whatever they want he buys em

Get that guild architect bag sis~

Thank you, that's it.

IF YOU WANT TO SEE OTHER CHARACTERS AS SIGMA'S PARENTS, HIT ME UP!! I'LL MAKE SURE TO FORCE MY DEAR TWIN TO WRITE MORE FUNNY HCS :D

#bungo stray dogs headcanons #bsd ranpoe #ranpo edogawa #bungou stray dogs ranpo #bsd poe #poe bsd #ranpoe supremacy #edgar allen poe bsd #edgar allan poe #bungo stray dogs poe #sigma bsd #bsd sigma #sigma bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #ranpo x poe #ranpoe #bsd headcanons #bsd x reader #bsd karl

[nanowrimo]

Pro Tips from a NaNo Coach: How to Keep Writing When it Feels Impossible

NaNoWriMo can seem like a daunting task sometimes, for NaNo newbies and veterans alike. Fortunately, our NaNo Coaches are here to help guide you through November! Today, author Shameez Patel Papathanasiou is here to share her advice on how to set yourself up for noveling success:

National Novel Writing Month is almost over. Some authors managed 50K In A Day (my wrists scream at the mere thought), some are steadily hitting that 1667 daily word goal, and others have fallen behind—and that’s when writing starts to feel impossible. 

Don’t. Give. Up! 

Even if you’re under 50,000 words by the end of November, you’ll come out with something: perhaps 20 000 words, exciting characters, or at the very least, a new idea. 

Keeping at it when you’re juggling a full-time job, parenting, and surviving a pandemic is tough, but you can do it. Here’s how: 

1. Sprints

This concept is not foreign to any seasoned WriMo. My personal favorite is a 10-minute sprint because regardless of how busy I am, I can find 10 minutes, be that after I inhale my lunch or the 10 minutes I usually spend creating stories in my head before falling asleep. 

With some practice, you can write between 250 and 500 words in a 10-minute sprint, and if that is all you’re doing every day, that’s okay. Consistency is key. 

2. Writing-On-The-Go

For years I thought I had to set up my space and get in the zone, but one night, after years of being stuck in bed beside a sleeping toddler, I stopped doom-scrolling and opened a Google Doc on my phone instead. Within months, I had an 80,000-word first draft. 

While I realize that some of you use Word or Scrivener to draft, it would help to keep a Google Doc handy for those days you find yourself waiting at the bank, outside your kid’s school, or even for when you’re lying in bed a little bit too cozy to get up and fetch your laptop. 

Trust me, you won’t remember the idea you’re promising yourself you’ll remember. Write it down or send it to yourself in a voice note. Your phone is a powerful tool, use it!

3. Writing Buddies

This is another thing that NaNoWriMo has blessed me with. While writing is often seen as solitary, it doesn’t have to be. Having a close group of friends who write not only means they’re there to encourage you and keep you company, but they’re also there to critique your work and to cheer for you on the days you doubt yourself. 

4. Don’t Compare

Don’t compare word counts, don’t compare the time taken to get published, don’t compare the number of awards, don’t compare anything. Your writing journey is your own for more reasons than even you know. It will happen when it happens in the way that it is meant to happen. If your writing buddies are succeeding before you, remember that there are also others behind you. 

A line from one of my favorite poems comes to mind: If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Which leads me to another line from the same poem: 

5. Be Gentle with Yourself (And Your Work)

First drafts are supposed to be messy. They’re your first attempt at a project, which makes it your worst attempt too. And in every revision, you will create something better and more beautiful. Acknowledge this and allow yourself to play around with characters and worlds, to feel joy in the story you’re writing, to vomit out the roughest form of the story you’ll one day share with the world.

We’re almost there, and no one else can write it the way that you do. Do your best!

Shameez Patel Papathanasiou is from Cape Town, South Africa. She is a civil engineer by day and an author by night. Her literary adventures take her to worlds filled with magic, monsters and someone to fall in love with. Shameez fell in love with fiction at a young age. Her parents fondly recall her first handwritten story completed before the age of ten, titled The Treasures of Zombie Island, which surprisingly featured no zombies at all. She has been writing ever since. Her debut fantasy novel, The Last Feather, is out now—it, at the very least, features a feather.

#nanowrimo #writing #nanowrimo 2022 #writing advice #writing tips #by nano coach #shameez patel papathanasiou

[hislittleraincloud]

💭RAMBLING WENOVAN THOUGHTS💭

I've had this in my drafts for a couple of days, so whatever.

Y'all know I like to mess with AI and filters and all that shit

I've done quite a bit nunya have seen, centered around an (much) Older Wednesday, which means aging puppy-faced Jenna up...I can rlly say that for once this is an improvement over the original

But I'm still thinking that Afterburn Wednesday will still age verrrrry slowly...like here with this AI-enhanced photo I'd put her around Donovan's current age (which would have left her without him for...20-something years? Just a sec while I break out my calc...23 years...but that's only if I go through with his current death plans).

I got a couple more positive comments on my story, which lifted me up a bit. New readers, even. 🫠💖✨ I think what people who look at my ships or look at what I write about their ships then look at my ship forget that I'm writing this mainly from Wednesday's perspective as a young, introverted, hypersexual steampunk stoner girl who is attracted to way older men; Donovan's POV is secondary. And she doesn't want to just fuck him, that girl wants dominion over him 💀���� This isn't some shitty little schoolgirl crush, like Morticia implied. This is the result of a misanthrope spending her first 15.91 years contemplating what she wanted in a friend and life partner, and the serendipitous circumstances upon which they met.

One person mentioned that the smut is its own character. 🫠💦💦💦💦💦 I thought that was an astute observation. I tend to keep uh...writing more and more of that character. (I write from experience. 🙊✨) Today, in fact, I proceeded to continue to write smut that happened on November 12, 2023 (yes, just a few days ago). <strike>And depending how I end it, I can't fucking publish it until next year because of a certain circumstances going on in their lives at this point would be a major spoiler.</strike> (ETA: This is what I decided was publishable. But I've its graphic and extras to put together.) But it's nice smut. They're very happy together right now, in spite of everything that's happened with Tyler and Laurel (who survive in my story...so far). The only thing Afterburn Wednesday isn't happy about on November 18, 2023, is that she feels like she can't ever talk about her life, even though she doesn't want to.

Trust, she's writing up notes for her memoirs, but even though she doesn't like to talk to people in general, she just wishes she had the option of talking about it, which she can't, unless she talks to her parents, Fester, Thing, or Enid (and Eugene), and she doesn't care about those options. She feels like if she opens up about Donovan to others, people will make her out to be a victim/him out to be a predator, and that's the last thing she wants. She genuinely adores him and the way he makes her feel, and even though she hates talking about her feelings, she would like to believe that she could talk freely if she ever needed to, but she can't because people will judge him. She doesn't care much about herself being judged by others, but she does care a lot about the men that she loves and about their being judged because of her presence in their lives. (Scene I just added to takes place in February 2024 and she assaults someone who was whispering about her and Donovan 💀)

I'm rambling. It's 1 AM. I'm guessing that right now, they're probably asleep. Together, in Mansville, with Elvis in a fancy new pet bed that Wednesday matched with the cabin's drapes. Isn't that nice? 🥰 Did they have the sexings? Maybe. Whether or not they did, she's sleeping in his arm, cuddled in and curled around him. She falls asleep in his arm curled either way (koala hug or Little Spoon), and it's become her favorite thing to do at night (even over sex). Most of the time, AB Wednesday will fall asleep with her little fingers scratching his beard, and Donovan will move her hand to his chest once it drops due to her slumber. Sometimes her fingers move after; sometimes not.

If Donovan falls asleep first, Wednesday's brain continues to race (because she's always thinking about something). She's done a lot less weed in the past year, so that is affecting her moods/behaviors. She constantly worries about his health--yes, yes, we knew that was gonna be a big issue, but she bought the house and land outright, no need to moan about a mortgage--and has paid good money to hire them a chef and personal trainer (y'all gonna laugh or cry when I get his personal trainer up in a scene) to get him into better health...so far over the course of a year, he's quit drinking spirits and is more muscular in the trunk area, and losing a little bit of fat down in the pelvic area means more room for certain appendages to shine...Fun fact: AB Wednesday was a bit 'off' in her eye-measurement of Donovan's cock. He's not a 'Peacemaker' at 7.5 inches. He's more like 8 and 3/8 inches hard, once she used the measuring tape she found in the woodworking room of the cabin. She is making his life better.

Still rambling here (now it's almost 2 since I also sit here and think about what I wanted to say re: all this shit). So how did he make her life better? Besides getting ((SPOILER)) and then ((SPOILER))? It could very well be argued that either of those things he did didn't make her life better at all, and that they might have even ruined it. But that's an argument for our world, because the premise of the AB world is that sometimes 'impossible' things do work out, as hard as they can seem. Because it's fiction. Anything can happen in fiction and it needn't be something that aligns morally, or even logistically, with our world (since it's not our world!).

...Well shit. I need to take my own damn advice and just re-write some of that shit that was If You Don't Woe Me By Now.

Back to Wenovan working out. She feels her life is better because of both ((SPOILERS)). She knows she's young and inexperienced (learned those lessons in S1 and S2), but she also just wants to get on with her life with Donovan. And earlier in the summer, she decided that she is choosing a new path within forensics...and I won't say which path bc that's a giveaway for another part of the story. But it is a path that would keep her busy in Jericho, along with the other things that keep her new roots firmly planted in that quaint little town (rather, Mansville is where she's chosen to live when she's not at Donovan's house...though I'm not sure if they live there anymore? I'd have to check my longer outline). To her, Mansville is the perfect place to live, love, and write, which is what she's done quite a bit of, since moving in last year. She may even graduate Nevermore early, depending on other factors.

Still rambling and giving away little insights into where my fictional couple is in real time/what they've already done since November 2022. Ah right, the parents issue. The relationship between Morticia and Wednesday remains strained and even moreso after revelations in After the Burn. Still, it was Morticia who helped talk Gomez down from hiring a hitman and getting him to accept Wednesday's wishes to be with Donovan. Wednesday was also able to convince Gomez to take the rhodium mine that was to be hers on her eighteenth birthday and put it in Donovan's name, so they needn't ever worry about money. And of course he did it...anything for his little girl (who he can now see isn't so little anymore). There were other things that Wednesday was set to inherit on her eighteenth, but it was the mine that she wanted (and needed) now. One ton has already brought in over $100 million since the transfer of ownership. Neither of these two ever have to work again (especially after Wednesday inherits the bulk of the fortune), so that probably counts as a plus on how they as fictional couple can work.

It's much harder when you're trying to own a home or raise a family or whatnot and have zero money to do it (obvs.). There is a power dynamic at work from the beginning here, and whether people want to admit it or not, rich people have a very green power that people like and respect, and I would argue that the power imbalance here is caused by Wednesday's billionaire heiress status (Gomez was listed as a fictional billionaire back in the 90s). She literally has the power to buy the sheriff's office off, much like how the Gates Family did with Sheriff Walker. She can bribe dirty cops in Donovan's department. She could've bribed Noble. She told Dr. Kinbott straight out that she could pay to make people disappear. Money is power. To say that Wednesday has no power over any of these people 'because she's a kid [sic]' is a grave mistake (no pun intended), and Donovan caved into both of their desires because part of him was scared of what she would do if he outright refused her; y'all say things like "He's the adult, he needs to be better!" but forget that this 'girl' is not a 'harmless child'...she's physically maimed people who piss her off (Dalton, her editor). When Donovan thought that maybe she'd set bears on him, it was a legit fear. 😂 The POINT is that Wednesday is scary and you don't want to piss her off OR say "no" to her (because saying no would piss her off...). And she uses that creepy persona to get what she wants (like how she did it with Ajax in my last upload). It's highly manipulative.

Anyway. You should seeeeee the gift Wednesday got for Donovan in July. Holy shit, it was extravagant. But since that story also contains a huge spoiler, I can't publish that one either (yet).

And I know they're (technically) billionaires, but I need a scene where Donovan goes off about the price of bread, because $7 a loaf is insane. Wednesday will have their chef start making bread for them. Which yanno...for them costs $40 an hour 🤣 But whatever keeps him from acting like an old man yelling at kids to get off his lawn.

It's an odd coupling, but the Addamses are odd, and Wednesday just isn't the average sixteen (now seventeen!) year old. Like Ortega herself, AB Wednesday talks like she's 45. Her brain matches Donovan's brain more than it does her peers (as was Kinbott's observation). She feels safe with him--despite what occurred in canon--and feels like she can be herself around him, learn useful things from him, and never has to want for anything with him. And that's what we all want for N/C Wednesday. And Donovan. The man's been through Hell, and while he's still wondering if he's on a weird acid trip, he's got a lovely young ((and spoiled)) partner to revive the spirit in him that was crushed by life. ✨🖤💖💙✨

#wenovan thoughts #wednesday addams #wednesday #wenovan #black bubblegum #writing wednesday #satisfying afterburn #sheriff galpin #wednesday x donovan #writing #jenna ortega #jamie mcshane #he's old #she knows

[iznsfw]

Here's some extremely high-quality Gaeul to help speed up your recovery 🧬💖

If Gaeul were to lay her head on your shoulder while you're working on your drafts, would you freak out and instinctively close your docs to hide them from her? Or just let her have a look?

If you have to read your fics to Gaeul and also explain the sentences/words to her to help her learn English, which of your fics would you read her?

If Gaeul were to hug you from the front like a Koala and falls asleep on you on the chair, do you think you can still continue writing your smuts? Or would the scene in front of you be too cute and sleep with her instead?

Seems like Gaeul really helped. I'm officially recovered from COVID! ❤❤ She truly is the medicine to anything.

I'd absolutely freak out if she did that, not only because she's Kim freaking Gaeul, but because I don't like having people read my works. It's strange how I'll hide what I write from everyone and publish them here where over 3,000 people can see XD

I'd read her her own fics, First Place and 섬 참고! It might be a little weird, but it'll describe the way I see her as an idol and person, and how I'd want to... you know... do her.

Nope, as much as she is writing juice, I'll have to cuddle her to sleep. Gaeul is too much of a qt.

Stan Gaeul, everyone! Although I didn't include her on the bias list because I'm trying to be chaste, she's still up there!

#ask #friskyriskywhisky

[esta-elavaris]

🍀⭐️🧚‍♀️🫐!

🍀 what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you? LOTR for sure. There's just something so elevated about it, I know there's a very popular post floating around on here about how it's different from a lot of things today because the good guys are good and the bad guys are bad (I know there are some things like Saruman, or Gollum to an extent, but like - halfway through we don't find out Pippin's been working for Sauron all along, y'know?...unless 👀 would be the Glaswegian, let's be real. I'm allowed to say that bc I am one ✨) which I think is definitely comforting.

There's just the whole thing of everybody doing what they can, as much as they can, and clinging on to hope when things look hopeless and it's difficult to keep a grip on that hope. Back when I was young enough to have to endure joint custody, I used to put the movies on to fall asleep when I was stuck staying at my mother's place and they were a big comfort in that time.

⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you? So in terms of concrete things, my Eng Lit & Creative Writing Honours degree for sure. It was the first time I got to find out I was a decent writer, I went through it while I was a student with uhh multiple stalkers and lots of other fun things, so the fact that I actually finished the thing was a miracle, and my teachers were all published authors so getting praise from them was an experience that still drives me forward when self belief wanes a bit. I used it as a chance to get some eyes on the very very early drafts of the novel, and the response was very promising, which helps me keep faith despite how long it's taking me to get it finished.

Otherwise, probably my whole daily writing thing. Started on the 1st January 2020 because shitty mental health had decimated my writing habit after I graduated in 2018, like I was writing barely even once a week, and even then it would be a paragraph and nothing else, and I knew if I didn't fix it soon I'd end up quitting writing altogether because even before that, if I did write it was to avoid getting in trouble at uni and fucking up my degree, not because I wanted to. So I set that rule, just for 2020, but it ended up being so good for me that I kept it going and haven't missed a day since. Almost 1400 consecutive days so far! Without that, there'd be no completed novel first draft, no Little By Little, no Catch the Wind, no Here, Where Fire Grows, none of this. Probably wouldn't be writing at all anymore.

🧚‍♀️ favorite characters of all time Boromir, James Norrington, Jareth from Labyrinth, Vasya and Morozko from the Winternight Trilogy, and Sansa Stark.

🫐 some place you’d love to visit Finland and Sweden 💜

Thank you, lovely!

#asks #ask game

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Prepare for a bunch of questions because I love tarot and have no restraint; for the ask: the Empress, the Star, the Moon, the Sun, the Page of Cups and the Ten of Swords.

omg THANK YOU because I love tarot too so I love these questions!

03. THE EMPRESS: CREATIVITY (What do you do to feed your creativity and gain inspiration?)

I do a variety of things, but music is always a big help! Reading is a typical one, but when I read something I really love it can feed the creative well for yearsss! TV shows or movies that relate to the project in vibe also helps. Usually I have some sort of hyperfixation media related to the project, lmao, so I usually turn to that too!

17. THE STAR: HOPE (What keeps you writing/querying/editing when things seem darkest?) 

Honestly, I've been at the absolute low with my writing and what keeps me going is knowing that I don't have to go back there if I make certain changes to how I view my work. I've been able to let go of embarrassment, fear, etc, a lot more in the last couple of years, and it's done my process WONDERS. I shared a HUGE unedited, first draft excerpt of Seventh Virtue in my latest writing vlog and while I was like "lol this is embarrassing," I was able to accept the discomfort and keep going. IT'S SO FREEING!!! YAAAS write badly!!!

18. THE MOON: FEAR (What worries you most about your future writing career? What are you anticipating?) 

HAHAH I don't know if it's because I'm graduating and because I'm graduating it feels like my "career" (writing related and not writing related) needs to START, but I've been so panicked about my future writing career. It feels like I can't just keep going how I am because isn't it time to publish a novel (lmao let's ignore the fact that I am choosing NOT to publish my novels rn lmao). A couple months ago, I was half asleep and was clearly having some anxious rumination, but out of nowhere, my near-unconscious mind just went, "you don't ever have to publish anything ever again," and that just... helped so much. I've been meaning to make a poster of it and hang it by my desk! All that goes to say I think I'm most afraid of falling behind, which is dumb because I'm already quite successful??? lmaoooo falling behind where???

19. THE SUN: POSITIVITY (What is your greatest writing strength or skill?)

Oooh! I honestly think my greatest strength and skill is that I'm no longer as tethered to perfectionism. I know that's not conventional, but the absolute WONDERS moving past perfectionism has done for my writing, it beats how good I am at descriptions, etc!

32. PAGE OF CUPS: A PLEASANT SURPRISE (What was your most recent writing-related pleasant surprise?) 

Oh man, I feel like the last 2 years has been pleasant surprises! Yesterday, I randomly wrote 1k words out of nowhere and it felt like I wasn't even writing at all and I hadn't even meant to write, so that was 100% a pleasant surprise!

45. TEN OF SWORDS: THE INEVITABLE END (If your work is a series, do you know how it will end? Do you fear or look forward to eventually putting away the world and characters?) 

No idea! I'll never finish Fostered, lol. I've cried too much thinking about it and then a couple years ago I realized, why do I even need to "finish" it lmao!!! It takes so many nosedives into different genres anyways that each new "era" is like finishing something anyway! I absolutely dread never writing these characters again so I just will write them forever lmao!

#asks

[bubblesthemonsterartist]

2022 Creator’s Self-Love Extravaganza

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works (fics, art, edits, etc.) you’ve created this year and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2022. If you don’t have five published works, that’s fine! Include ideas/drafts/whatever you like that you’ve worked on/thought about, and talk a little about them instead! Remember, this is all about self-love and positive enthusiasm, so fuck the rules if you need to. Have fun, and tag as many fellow creators as you like so they can share the love!

@thelionshymnal dug this one up and while they didn't tag me, I felt the tag in my heart. Therefore, I pulled out the original rules with a little under 24 hours before the calendar flips over to a new year, I think I am safe in saying that my word count for the year is complete.

I did not write a lot this year! Comparatively, at least.* A mere 25,682 words have gone to publish. But it's also been a very disruptive year in that I quit my job of 5+ years, got rid of ALL of my stuff that couldn't fit into a tiny car, drove seven days cross country to a New Better Shinier Job (while writing a final paper), rented a 10 x 10 room above a garage for several months where my cat was very kind by not murdering me, dropped everything to sit at my dad's deathbed, went right back to work the following Monday, finished yet another graduate degree, went on a trip to Maine with friends, moved AGAIN to a much larger much more private space, and uhhh... signed up for yet another degree program. Because I have a problem. Clearly. Oh and I also broke a bone for the first time in my life! It's in my foot! I haven't gone out to do ANYTHING other than get groceries for the last two weeks and it sucks!

2022 has been a lot! More good than bad and overall improvement of everything, but a lot! And I've wanted to write. I've thought a lot about it in the moments before falling asleep! But any progress is still progress and my body comes first these days because in this house we practice self-care.

That being said, what I have put out, I've been immensely proud of. So, in no particular order and without further ado...

On the Event of the Annual Lilias Recruit Hazing Final Exam (ans, gen)

I wrote third person limited! For the first time! It was weird but also a fun to write something where the audience only has the interactions and body language to read.

2. where mended hearts meet (obiyuki, 🍋)

While I haven't been writing proper most of the year, I have been obsessing over @onedivinemisfit's camboy!obi au. It's been my personal problem, like, ever since she first introduced the concept for it and I've been screaming about it every chance that I get. Part of me much much wants to write the whole thing, but also acknowledged that I did not have the time. But also also I knew I was not going to be productive about anything at ALL until I wrote at least a little smutty smut for it. I mean, two consenting adults who are very accommodating of one anothers kinks and traumas? Sign me the fuck up, let's do this.

3. Drabble-Drabble 2022 Challenge (multiple fandoms, multiple pairings, all ratings)

Perhaps because I haven't had a chance to really focus on my writing this year, I wanted to do something uncomplicated. I remember loving drabbles back in my livejournal days. Just being absolutely laid out by 100 words precisely. But I'd never tried it myself so I wanted to give it a shot! I asked and y'all sent in around 30 prompts and I answered 26! It was a blast, highly recommend to anyone out there that wants to try their hand at it.

4. Seven Nights, Night 7 (Hakuouki, Yamachi, 🍋)

I had a moment when I went to see the timestamps of the chapters I worked on this year and it was literally just Night 7 of Seven Nights. It's split into three chapters, but it's 14k words just leading up to the final night, I don't even know what to say, y'all. Yamazaki is just real shy and writing two virgins was a lot harder than I thought (and I already thought it was going to be difficult!). I do really love it, though, they're adorable.

5. Stone Soup (Spy x Family, Yor & Yuri)

I would be remiss if I didn't include the final posted fic of the year (and my first foray into the sxf fandom!). Not only did I write a child's pov, I got to incorporate some real mean food feels into it. All together a real good time! XD

Okay! I've done it! I've said the nice things about me! Now I shall tag people, hmmm... @spoonyglitteraunt @sabraeal @claudeng80 @onedivinemisfit @infinitelystrangemachinex and anyone else who wants a go!

*Word count by year since 2016:

2016- 97,273 2017- 167,645 2018- 138,769 2019- 130,429 2020- 126,435 2021- 91,014 2022- 25,682

#bubbleswrites #about me! meme #writer meme #2022 writer meme #i could've sworn i did one of these last year but i clearly lost whatever i tagged it as #since the last one i found was the 2020 writer meme #also when I was making this I had clearly forgotten some of the fics I wrote #I got to the b-side of pas de deux and was like #oh wow i wrote that? #how neat #good job me have a gold star #now the rest of you! #give yourself gold stars! 🌟💖

[chocomd]

Happy ffwf! What's the craziest thing you've ever done for a fic? This could be writing on public transportation, staying up, researching something ridiculously specific etc.

Happy FFWF a day late! You already kind of know the answer to this and I know you hate it 🤣 The “craziest” thing I’ve done for fic is to write fic on my phone. As an email draft. In Yahoo mail. You heard me right. YAHOO MAIL. I know, I know, no one uses Yahoo for email anymore. But I created that account in 2003 to post the first fic I ever wrote on ff.net, and I’ll have you know that Yahoo was a pretty big deal back then 😤

If I have a sudden inspiration as I’m climbing into bed, I’ll whip out my phone and open Yahoo mail and type it in an email draft. I’ve written entire Kataang 100 drabbles in Yahoo mail on my phone and copy/pasted the text into AO3, ff.net, and tumblr to publish. I’ve sat on the basement stairs of a friend’s house while waiting for my kid to fall asleep and written part of a future chapter of Drag You Down in Yahoo mail.

YAHOO MAIL MY BELOVED

#ffwf #itsmoonpeaches #chocomd answers

[mithrilbookofmystery]

📓 👁👁

OK SO *slams down 30k words of draft* I know the original ask post said to talk about a fic I haven't written but haunts me, but believe me, this is fic is not written. We're like not even a quarter of the way through, most of this doc is notes, this fic have been haunting me since last june or so send help

So anyways. This is "the fic I'll never write" which I do have a tag about as you might have noticed, it's one of the very few things I have a tag for on here that's how much it's haunting me. I'm never going to publish this fic also, tho that's mainly bc A) it's way too fucking long B) the fandom and ship are both obscure as hell and C) its also embarrassing 😣 cringe is dead except when it's me and my fanned fictions. That being said, I'm calling the two guys A and B for simplicity's sake.

A and B hate each other's guts. They were friends once, but had a very big falling out with hurt feelings and bad miscommunications all around and basically they vowed to never talk to each other again. And then one day A wakes up and realizes that 1) his house got moved into while he was asleep(he is very ??? over this given that he was in the middle of moving in the day before; his house was basically empty 8 hours ago and now it is Not) and 2) B is coming over for lunch to pick up his stuff(????? This is even MORE confusing bc A is getting the vibe all of a sudden that they were in a relationship together? Which doesn't make sense bc he's not gay. Wait. Is he gay? What the fuck is going on???)

B comes over and they have a very stilted lunch (where it seems like B feels like something is off, too, but hes not saying anything...), B takes his stuff and leaves, and A spends the rest of the week alone in this house that he has both lived in for years and also Has Not and very confused about this new life he suddenly has.

And then A wakes up in a castle as the trusted advisor to the king in a medieval fantasy world and he is EVEN MORE CONFUSED THAN BEFORE!

Also the King is B. Great.

A spends a lot longer here than in the last universe (like 3/4 of a year), long enough for a magical war to come and pass, some character development shit to happen, and also for the King (who, again, is B) to fall in battle (and it's the one they win the war in too, RIP) and go into a Magical Nightmare Coma (bc they were warring with magical nightmare beasts). This is Bad, for a variety of reasons.

Now A is conflicted abt this bc B is his friend, bit also very much not, but that doesn't mean he wants him to die, but also the A of this universe, the advisor, is starting to get the idea to kill the king to get the throne... His death would be easy to explain away, given the circumstances...

A, instead, goes to find magicians to break the curse. This is the first good thing hes done all fic lmao

B wakes up, the kingdom throws a party, and that night, B tells A about how Something Strange has happened to him - he's not from here. From this world. He's from somewhere else, somewhere Different and in the Future but with no magic and he doesn't know how he got here or got to be possessing the king's body but he's been here for past like 3/4 of the year now and hes sorry for acting strangely if he has but he doesn't really know what to do-

A tells B that he's in the same boat, because he is. B realizes that this A is his A and he hates his A. So. B says some things he'll probably regret later bc being mean is the best defense he's learned against A's general air of uncaring-ness for the effects of his /j "jokes" (they're not jokes, half the time they're just mean, but anyways), and storms off.

The next day, A wakes up in a submarine. He thinks he is going to scream.

They go through....,,., a lot of universes. I think it's over 25 rn but idk. Some are shorter than others, the longest is like a year and a half but we'll get to that. The general arcs are:

1. The beginning bit (Just Broke Up, King/Advisor, Deep Sea Biologists (that ones just an excuse to stick them in a small space for a while to duke it out lmao), Astronauts (kinda same premise as last one but there's a third party now), Musicians, Wild West, Minecraft, Wizards, Desert Island (to quote the notes there, "they duke it out but calmer now"), semi-back in their home universe but something's Off, Superhero(B)/Supervillain(A))

In this part they start off hating each other, but slowly warm up to each other again by the Wizard universe (they're wizards there <3). They recognize that they're each other's only constant in this mess, so in the Desert Island 'verse, they agree to try and find each other right away in each new universe they wake up in (instead of messing around for a while before accidentally stumbling into each other like they'd done before). They debate about the versions of themselves they're possessing, with A very adamant about not changing each universe's lives too much, while B is willing to throw that out the window if keeping the status quo endangers each other. He's starting to like A as a friend again and doesn't want to have to tiptoe around him to compensate for this other life that was thrust upon him, sue him. This comes to a head at the end of the superhero verse when A foils his own plan to save B's life, revealing his own identity to the press in the process - VERY much changing the status quo of this A's life. B is very very confused and conflicted abt this but we don't know how A feels bc its B's POV this chapter.

Also it's worth noting that B still gets nightmares from getting attacked by a nightmare beast monster thing, and he will continue having them for the rest of the fic. They get a heck of a lot worse in the next one <3 and he doesn't tell A abt them until like 3 years into this bullshit

Also also they are so homesick already god bless

2. The Death Universes (the death universes) (this is the year and a half one btw)

They wake up in separate universes where the other is dead bc I love inflicting characters with hardships and problems and trauma <3

They get therapy in these ones too which helps them to like accept blame and shit when it comes to their old argument but also not blame themselves completely and break and also hold each other accountable more and in healthier ways

3. Post-Death bits AKA the rest of the fic p much (its like over half the fic I'm not listing all these out)

Points of interest:

- they reunite and are so so happy about it that they become codependent

- they go to a BOTW AU and B is Link and has amnesia but not just the B from the BOTW universe has it, the original B has it also and he. He fucking going through it man

- bc of the whole amnesia thing B starts thinking of himself where he's not really the B of whichever universe but hes also not really the original B either (tho that's always usually the one more in control each time); the two have kind of merged together, and each new universe creates a new version of B

- he goes with that for a while until it gives him an existential crisis and OG B starts maintaining his independence again

- anyways then they get more codependent <3 fruity edition

- they start to realize they're getting codependent and go :/ uh oh oopsie poopsie

- why did I say that I'm sorry

- anyways they try to homebrew some therapy for themselves but given their situation it's not exactly.. uh.... But tbh it's the best they got right now ngl. it works well enough

- it helps that the universe right after they agree to Spend Some Time Apart™️ they wind up in one where they physically cannot meet each other until they get to the end of it and have to make new friends along the way (Dead Gods AU my beloved....... <3)

- they get to a universe where they're Dads and Gay and Married and go 😳

- they only get fruitier from here

And then it vaguely ends around there. I don't really want to ever write an ending for it, if only bc it feels cheap to end it before they get home but also writing them going home feels wrong, but also, again, I'm never publishing this so I'm not too pressed about it

Saying that, I do want to share some bits from the scenes I have actually written that I'm proud of :3 A is red and B is blue. Sometimes the versions of themselves from a universe will have a different name and I do differentiate between the two; when that happens, the alternate universe versions will have a lighter color than OG A or B. Some of them aren't the same size so you'll have to tap the pics to read all of it

Their fight in the first universe, where they don't really know what's going on but they do know they have just recently broken up and are still very hurt abt that

P much the only scene written for the Superhero AU bit, mainly bc I know I cannot top this

There's a bit of a jump in their conversation between these two, but I hope it still makes sense. Mid-part 3, around the time when B's having his existential crisis and right when they start being fruity. (Pastel/Punk AU also High School AU but it's like the weird teen movie version of high school - they're a little weirded out by it lol)

And ofc Dead Gods AU my beloved <3

Also I made a playlist. They're not really in any particular order story-wise, and some remind me of the story more than others, but yeah :)

When I tell you this story fuckgin HAUNTS me bro......

#the fic ill never write #if anyones wondering why p much all my other WIPs have been seemingly abandoned for so long. its bc of this one fucking fic #and other things but mainly this #ive gotten so many story ideas out of this bro..... #like i want to turn the god au one into its own thing at some point. god i have so many ideas for that #and also maybe the superhero one if only bc that one scene i wrote fucking slaps #also there was originally going to be a MLP au in there and then i scrapped that #and then turned those versions of A and B into my MLP OCs <3 #A is Solenopsis and B is Petri Chord #but also not really but also yes #so glad to finally talk about this #and thank u dear reader for listening to my infodump

[elvendorx]

i just dug up your posts about J&S and their dynamic on their own and within the Marauders four and I am simple enamored with everything you say, i would read a whole essay if you had one <333

also can i get 5 and 44 for the ask game?

Ahh thank you so much, I decided a while ago to post what I enjoy so it's nice that it resonates! I have lot of drafts and also some asks that are long overdue responses (my mind's a mess so they take a while to structure coherently but if you’ve ever sent me an ask, I'm not ignoring it I'm just incredibly slow!) so maybe those will do instead of essays?? (although I can’t control my word counts so maybe they’ll feel like essays💀)

Also I just realised you wrote Benefits which I loved! <33

5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

This is lowkey tough. I don’t have too many pet peeves so much as things I don’t agree with but that I can skim over. Things that I flat-out won't read (mainly ships, and cis mpreg) are things I filter out anyway, I’m good at knowing what won’t work for me by now. It always comes down to characterisation for me, as soon as I stop believing in or recognising the character, I’m out. I do feel like I’m super picky with small things so I try to breeze past things that don’t hugely matter.

Like I often cringe at the way people write house-elves that aren’t in the series, especially house elf names? This is petty of me but “Tippy” and “Tiffy” make my skin crawl. Again, am I just being a mean pedant, but the names of house-elves in the series have harsher consonants - Hokey, Kreacher, Winky, Dobby. I also don’t really like reading about the Potters as having a house-elf because as much as they were rich and pureblood, they were clearly not part of the pureblood elite and I think they’d deviate from the more antiquated, traditional aspects of old wizarding families. In my head Fleamont and Euphemia are old rich hippies but it’s not really a make-or-break.

Dialogue can make or break a fic for me, and dialogue that is just there for the plot and doesn’t take on any traits of the person speaking it is something I struggle to stick with - again that’s characterisation, I struggle with OOC stuff but I also struggle when the characters are like, fine, but essentially blank slates who I wouldn’t recognise if I didn’t know who they were supposed to be. 

44. Rant about something writing related.

God, my main writing rants are at myself. Like when I find something I wrote years ago (because I didn't write basically anything between 2017-2021) and I'm like "ooh this is good!" and I've left it halfway through a crucial sentence and because it's been years I can't remember where it was going and I have to abandon it because I don't have the mental room for another WIP right now. But also sometimes these pieces are helpful and fit into other things I’m working on, so swings and roundabouts.

And also just the way I write which is random scenes as they come to me, which I think isn’t an uncommon way to write but I would like it if I made it easier for myself and had a brain that could write chronologically. And I also wish I didn't forget the scenes/sentences I think of on public transport or when I'm in bed about to fall asleep.

More generally, I think the attitude towards writing in fandom needs recalibrating. Writing is a skill, editing is an important part of writing. Within fandom I think you should write for yourself, put what you want to see out there, but at the same time if you rush it and immediately publish it and then get upset that you haven’t had as much engagement as you’d like then maybe just take more time with your work, spend time with it, edit even if it’s just one word or letter at a time. Knowing where you’re headed also immediately makes your work more cohesive because I feel like it’s very clear when a writer has absolutely no idea and just wants to get the first chapter out there for the validation of it, or when a work jumps from one point to the other with no real character journey to get there and like yeah, the release at the end is great but the pay-off is better with the build-up. If it’s for fun and you don’t care, go for it, but I think there’s a lot of entitlement in writing these days that is unsustainable.

#ask #i try so hard to not be salty and mean anymore that i can't tell if this is mean or mild #i think it;s fine

[at-thestillpoint]

Hi! I wanted to know how do you edit. I just finished the first draft of my fic and what are some of the things you focus on while editing your fic. Any tips would greatly help! I love your writing.

Incessantly (the first 85%), and then not at all (the last 15%). 

The rest under a cut, because I can't be concise to save my life.

This is an okay process when I’m writing things that are 3,000-6,000 words and can read the entire thing in 20 minutes or so. This is a less okay process when I’ve written 24,000 words, and I start falling asleep before I even get to the spots that actually need my attention.

In all honesty, I am probably not the best person to ask about editing, because my process is haphazard and inefficient: I edit as I go, and spend more time on any given day rewriting than writing new stuff. This happens up until the moment in which I’m impatient to have the story out in the world, at which point I speedrun writing whatever is left, read it maybe once all the way through, and hope for the best. So there are sections, typically at the beginning of a fic, that I’ve spent months tweaking, and other bits and bobs that got maybe 20 minutes of my attention. 

What I edit for: diction, syntax, and flow—does each word work? Does each sentence work? Does each paragraph work? Do they build on each other? Does the story develop logically? If not, I change words. I tweak sentence structure. I move paragraphs or entire sections around. The language in my first drafts tends to be more direct, so at the sentence level, I might make things more complex to help stay in a moment longer or just to sound better. 

The reason I like to edit top to bottom is because it helps me check that I am hitting the right emotional and expositional beats in the right order. Does it make sense that Character X does this here, because I laid the foundation for it earlier? Conversely, did I explain too much earlier, and XYZ surprise is no longer as hard-hitting? I often find myself adding more explanation, especially for emotional beats (I need to show more); taking away explanation, especially for emotional beats  (I need to tell less); or changing up sentence structure (I like purple lyrical prose). 

Ultimately, though, it comes down to if it sounds good in my head. Do I enjoy reading it? Is everything sitting well with me? Or do I still get the urge to change something? If the answer to that is no, it goes up on AO3. 

I will say, the AO3 preview screen jogs my brain like no other, so there are a lot of final edits that happen just before posting. And I have been known to read my own work after I’ve hit publish and made edits after the fact.

Anyway, thank you for your kind words. I'm very unsure that any of the above was helpful, but hope your editing goes well!

#craft askaroni and cheese

[dancerwrites]

Hope (the tune without words)

An edited and revised version of “Hope (is but a building block)” which I posted a few hours after the episode. I fixed a couple narrative errors, some grammatical stuff, and just some thematic elements because writing. 

Title from Emily Dickinson’s “Hope” is the thing without feathers -

“Hope is the thing without feathers /  That perches in the soul / And sings the tune without the words / And never stops at all.”

Summary:  Sometimes people leave and you can’t get them back (and sometimes that’s not the end of the story)

Warnings: Mentions of suicidal thoughts, all the spoilers, mentions of gore

[AO3]

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Kerrek stands, breathing heavily, the glow from his hammer fading as Raishan’s body falls to the ground, limp. He blinks once, twice, his vision solidifying on Percy’s prone form, the gunslinger’s gut slashed open.

Kima walks up beside him, clearly in his periphery, and places a hand on his shoulder, her eyes fixed on the green dragon corpse before them, and she speaks carefully to the room.

“You did what had to be done. Thank you.”

His mouth mumbles something about helping Percy, bypassing his brain entirely, and Kima shakes her head, eyes downcast.

“I think he’s beyond either of our power now,” she says, before straightening and calling for Allura, leaving him to the two bodies at his feet.

Kerrek falls to his knees, paying no mind to the shouts bouncing around him.

It’s just noise now.

He prays, willing his hands to imbue Percy’s corpse with life, but the magic fails to take hold and so he does what he can. Triage – something he has far more experience with than he does the aftermath of battle.

Vex rushes over, calling for Pike, and Kerrek feels his scarred heart pushing at the seams even as he dismisses the flashes of memory from his last adventure.

Of what could have been, and what wasn’t.

Sometimes allies fall and they don’t get up.

(and sometimes you give up on them before giving them a chance)

Part of him envies Vox Machina’s steadfast belief that they will not lose one of their own, and part of him wishes he still had that.  

(a small portion of him is glad he doesn’t. being able to let go lessens the hurt, Kerr has found)

But Pike’s revivify takes hold, and Kerrek feels the invisible barrier that had kept his magic from pushing through suddenly disappear and he wills healing energy into the man below him even as Vex bursts into loud sobs, layering kisses over Percy’s cheeks and face.

When Percival’s eyes open, Kerr takes a step back to leave them a modicum of privacy.

(there are some things not meant to be shared)

Kerrek pushes down more never-quite-forgotten memories of days long past, and he surveys the rest of the party, counting heads to see that everyone is there and standing and well.

But he sees Scanlan’s pale form, clutched to Vax’s chest, and hears Grog’s shouts as if through a tunnel.

“Fix him! We’ve got all of these people with magic; you’ve all got magic spells, so fix him!”

Kerrek sees Vax’s bowed head, his lips tight and his eyes closed, and he understands. But then the rest of them start back up, and someone says “Vax, the Raven Queen – you can talk to her, right?” and there are too many memories there.  

Kerrek turns to survey the rest of the cave, his heart heavy.

He is met with the sight of dragon corpses and evil magics, the likes of which he is sure he will never be able to comprehend, and Kerrek feels a shiver down his spine as he glances back to the rest of them, who have shifted their focus to Allura, who asks them to come closer so they can teleport away.

Vox Machina, so much younger than himself and yet so much stronger than he ever was.

Kerrek had been fully prepared to face his death while fighting Raishan, but fate said otherwise. He has some other purpose, and as loathe as he is to continue living sometimes; especially when those who have died deserve it so much less than he himself does, Kerrek will fulfill that destiny.

(he’ll do what he always has done – what needs to be done)

The teleportation fails and they take what they can from the sanctum, though he finds himself caught unawares by a glyph on the floor that glows and sends a rush of pain through him, his muscles tensing and tightening and his vision whites out in a fiery haze. His ears are filled with the rush of blood that is drowned out by the screams being forced from his body despite his inability to move, until his sight clears and he sees Vax crouching over him, Scanlan’s small form still held in his arms.

Even as Allura warns them not to approach the glyph until it has faded, Kerrek finds himself gasping, the pain leaving quicker than he had anticipated.

He’s suffered worse, and all that matters is it’s still not sufficient penance.

(years and years of working and it’s never enough)

Kerrek knows they need to get out, before anything else happens. And he knows that despite the prowess of those around him, at least part of his purpose is to protect others. It always has been, and that’s not changed, regardless of who has fallen or why.

They start heading back, and he hears the laughter of the flaming skulls. He sees their familiar forms and charges forward, even as bullets, arrows, and beams of sunlight shoot past him. He takes the impact of two flaming beams of energy to his shoulder and leg, but he takes his blows at the skull that has not fallen, smashing it out of the air. He turns back to them, trying not to let his gaze linger on their faces.

“The way is clear,” he says, and he leads them back the way they had come not even an hour before.

When they emerge into the dying sunlight Kerrek takes a glance at the cave behind him and almost regrets it, with the memory it brings to the forefront of his mind, when he last departed a necromancer’s lair.

He feels a divine spark of reassurance – small, but enough to start thawing the icy coldness that had settled over him in the cave. Kerrek offers a prayer of thanks and follows the rest of them, stopping only when Allura finds a clear place to make her teleportation circle.

And then she and Kima are gone, and Kerrek is staring at the place they vanished, half-wondering if he should run through and follow them.

(he is too slow, too hesitant)

He follows Vox Machina. He listens to their certainties, their hopes, and their silence as they all continue walking away from the hill, from the death emanating off the center of the island. He listens as Keyleth shares what she saw, and he feels a renewed sinking feeling in his chest even as Percy reiterates their plan to her and she locks eyes with each of them individually, her own wide and pleading and never wanting to give up.  

(they may have won this battle with hope, but hope is not everything, and it cannot solve any problem)

And when they reach the shore, just as they begin searching around for a large enough tree, Keyleth steps up to the edge of the tide, the water lapping at the leather of her boots, her eyes scanning the horizon.

Kerrek sighs, managing to take two steps toward her before she points out to her right, hand shaking.

“They’re there! Aw, shit! I don’t know if it’s them- it looks like them, I’m sure it’s them-“

He places his hand on her shoulder and, feeling his age, the tiredness in his bones, silently begs her to give up the meaningless search.

“Oh child, wishing doesn’t make it so.”

(he knows from experience that hope is strong, but never quite strong enough to conquer the inevitable)

Sometimes you need to find the strength to move on, to grow out of the fire that passes in and around and through you. To be a leader you often have to accept the difficult truths.

“But there’s something! There’s something out there and it might be something different, but there’s something!”

“Keyleth-“ Percy tries to interject, but Vex has already taken off on her broom, speeding out over the waves set aglow by the setting sun, and Keyleth is giving her directions over their earrings.

“Good, no, a little too far to the left- That’s good, straight ahead… “

But eventually Vex flies out of range, her and the broom only a speck in the sky, and Keyleth’s breath catches in her chest once, twice, before she seems to choke and she collapses into Kerrek’s shoulder, reminiscent of the day before when she had broken down in the Cinder King’s lair.

He worries, but he holds her close and rocks her gently from side to side, trying to break the truth to her as whispered words in her ear.

(hope cannot heal broken hearts)

“Sometimes people don’t come back,” he says as the waves rush against the shore and the sun creeps lower and lower, feeling some of her tears seep through his jerkin. “Sometimes people leave and you can’t get them back.”

His mouth continues to move without his urging as he tries to comfort her, inane phrases of truths he’s learned over the years.

(her hopes are already dashed – he wants to let them fall gradually)

Still Keyleth finds it in herself to mumble Vex’s name into her earring, the optimism inside her like a fire that can’t be put out, even if only the smallest sparks remain. While Kerrek continues to murmur his reassurances, she babbles into the earring, asking for something, anything; a sign that they’re alive.

“What?!” Keyleth exclaims, sitting upright in response to some impetus that has the rest of Vox Machina gazing out over the ocean waters. “Oh thank the gods.”

And she collapses into him again, tears flowing down her cheeks in never-ceasing rivulets. Kerrek looks around, wondering what had happened, and he makes eye contact with Vax, who is standing only a few feet behind him.

“My sister said she found them; Kima and Allura,” Vax says, his chest high and his arms strong despite the weight they carried. “They’re on their way back.”

Kerrek gapes for a moment, not knowing what to make of the turn of events, but he nods and looks away from Vax’s stare, his hand coming to rest on Keyleth’s shoulder, his own words outstripped in importance in mere moments.

Sometimes people leave and you can’t get them back.

(sometimes they leave, but you won’t let them stay gone)

And when they come together and exit the portal to Whitestone, into the chill dusk air, Kerrek thinks he understands the difference between Keyleth and himself.

Kerrek has seen enough of the world to see how hope has failed, but how rising from the ashes is possible and even likely.

Keyleth (and Vox Machina) have seen enough of the world to be able to hope in everything they believe in, never letting that go until every option is exhausted, ever potential spent.

(that steadfastness hasn’t held a place in his heart for years)

He watches and prays in the deepening night, and feels his own spark of hope return to him even as darkness falls and friends hold vigil.

#critfic #updated #critical role fanfiction #kerrek #kerr bear #i'm much happier with this now that i fixed it #it was alright before #but now it's much better #must be a writer thing #or that i published the first draft while i was falling asleep #... #that was a thing #but anyway #i hope you enjoy #i had so many feels about this episode #and about kerrek in general #but yeah #good episode #much feels #episode 83 #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #all the spoilers #keyleth #kiki #vax #vox machina #my writing #my fanfiction #dancer writes fanfiction

[twstmemories]

Hello same anon who requested relationship hcs for jack, leona and trey hehe could i rq the same characters and their love languages? Both giving and receiving please and thank you :)

-- ! ahhh it feels nice to actually give you all a full fledged work instead of small drabbles from the event! this is the only request i will publish as of now, but i'll finish drafting and writing out the other 20 requests left after this while giving you all small updates in the form of the drabbles! with that said, i hope you found these enjoyable, my creative juices are still dry as a desert, but i'm able to squeeze someting out of them one way or another!

✧ Love languages for Jack Howl, Leona Kingscholar & Trey Clover [headcanons]

✧ gn! reader

Giving: Quality time

✧ Jack spends most of his free time focusing on becoming a better version of himself. With the man being busy focusing mostly on that, he rarely does think about being with others. (￢ ￢)

✧ So the fact that he willingly and asks you if you want to spend time together, not even anything regarding honing his skills, but in general just be within each others company is just Jack's subtle way to say that he wants to spend more time with you than training.

✧ I do headcanon Jack as someone who will come to appreciate a lover who has a clear goal like him? It can be a whole different area of expertise and he will just go: "wow, they're amazing," It's honestly just bonus points if you're also into something physical like him.

✧ Which means that the few times that Jack wants to train and become better, he will ask you if you're up to just hang around and just be in the same area as him! It gives him a peace of mind seeing your form in the distance as he's practicing. (￣▽￣)ノ

✧ If you happen to like something along with physical training, or have had an expertise in it, he will 100% ask if you're up for some nice sparring to train. You floored him (quite literally) the first time he asked if he could try what you excel at and to be honest, mans never been more in love than then.

✧ Overall, Jack focuses on improving himself most of the time, which means he will ask you, if you have time to just be around him so he can just feel your presence. Makes him happy, especially when he sometimes glances over and sees that you're still paying attention to him. He blushes and looks away immediately, but there's a slight wag of his tail hehe. ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌

Receiving: Quality time

✧ If you are the one who willingly go out of your way to just spend time with Jack, no matter how boring or tedious his routines are, Jack will quite literally be surprised. Bonus points if you just show up with some food while he's in the middle of it.

✧ He understands that what he spends his time doing would from an outsider point of view, be quite boring. It doesn't benefit them after all, it just benefits him. So you willingly swinging by at random times will 100% make him drop whatever he was doing and spend time with you, even when you tell him that you're only there to see him.

✧ Jack runs on a schedule. He wakes up early to jog, then he does he attends classes, spends the time after school to hone himself, maybe there are times where he's dragged into things he didn't ask for and then he's in bed by 10 PM or so. If you're there for even half of his day he's over the moon. If you stop by his room to sleep with him after a long day he'll just become a soft boy. (￣▽￣*)ゞ

✧ Soft boy Jack is usually hidden, but when you stop by to just say good night or stay by him till he falls asleep (cause 9 out of 10 times, he will fall asleep sooner than you) he just becomes mushy and it's then Jack doesn't become the tsundere he is and just spews his love for you.

✧ Record it, memorize every word, carve it into your brain because Jack rarely gets like that. There are just times where he's overwhelmed wth appreciation for you that he just lets his mind and heart do the work. If you were however to tell him the next morning he just skirts around the topic because god forbid you remind him what he has said because HE clearly remembers what he has said. He's in love, not drunk. (´꒳`)♡

Giving: Quality time & Touch

✧ This shouldn't come as a surprise. The fact that this lions love language is that of quality time shouldn't be a surprise at all. I mean, look at him. (ーー;)

✧ Leona spends his time sleeping, or avoiding work as much as he can before Ruggie (bless this poor hyena) comes to nag at him to be a decent student at least. And usually he likes to not be disturbed, given how annoyed he gets whenever someone does interrupt his precious sleep.

✧ So when this lion takes precious time out of his sleep to search for you, it says a lot. He doesn't say a whole bunch of words upon spotting you, sometimes he will just haul you over his shoulder and go on his day. (□_□)

✧ But alas! He cannot sleep comfortably again unless you're actually there with him now! So most of the time you're already aware of what he wants from you when you see him by the classroom door. He acts all haughty yes, but you can see the averted eyes refusing to look at you and the slight tuck of his tail.

✧ He loves you, but unless it's the form of teasing jabs and making you flustered, then he's terrible at conveying that he does love you and appreciates you. Good job on you for becoming an expert on reading Leona. (*￣▽￣)b

✧ It's quite literally impossible to get out of his grip once he does have you all for himself. Arms wrapped around your waist, a leg thrown over your own and your head tucked under his chin, you're not getting up before that man awakens. But if you manage to manuever him to sit down while leaning against something, with you on his lap because he still has to touch you in some way or another to sleep soundly, then you could at least get some work done.

Receiving: Words of affirmation

✧ I have said it in the relationship headcanons I have for him and I'll say it again! Give this man some praise, some affectionate words of love and gush about him directly to him at any given moment you're awake!

✧ He will laugh, tease you or just lightheartedly agree with a smirk, but the soft look he gives you while answering you tells a whole different story. Leona can easily tell when others are lying or when dangers are near, animal instinct or being raised in a royal matter call it however you like, but he can easily tell and pluck people apart.

✧ So whenever you whisper how much you love him, of how proud you are of his achievements or of him in general? He just knows you are, if the expression of fondness on your face isn't a dead giveaway. Honestly it's just bonus points if you tell him of an achievement he himself hasn't told you - It makes him feel seen. And coming from a person he loves is just better. ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

✧ Will he tell you that he lives for these moments? The few moments where you just whisper to him that he's doing enough and are doing good? No, no he won't. But then again, he can see that you don't need him to verbally tell you that he does. Because he's a man of action more than word after all. You're the talkative one in this relationship, hon. Introvert or extrovert be damned. (*¯︶¯*)

✧ The few times he does respond to your words though are moments you know he's vulnearable. Maybe overthinking, thinking about the past, the future or anything that puts him in a sour mood. Just give the lion a little pat on the head, a kiss too and tell him to just sleep and you'll be there when he wakes up. It's such a small action and reassurance, but it's reassurance he desperately needs right then and there.

Giving: Acts of service

✧ Being a third year, Trey had sort of gotten used to giving others a helping hand, (at a given price that is) but he still genuinely enjoys helping people that are close to him. His acts of service towards you isn't in the form of directly helping you with your problems, you're on your own there lmao (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b

✧ Rather it's in the form of small actions right when you would need something that's not obtainable right then and there. Trey may not be as observant as Jamil, but he has his moments where he's able to read people pretty quickly - a skill that happens to be more effective with people he treasures.

✧ It can range from something as small as needing a pen, to him just making you a simple sandwich that you prefer when you mention that you haven't gotten time to eat yet that day. He doesn't make a big deal out of it either, why should he? He just happen to have what you need at him at all times. ☆ ～('▽^人)

✧ The few times he does do more than he usually does is when you have a bad day or just tell him a certain thing that has caught your interest. He's all ears and eyes, looking at you fondly while you gush about your likes or he will hold your form in his arms while you rant about whatever soured your mood.

✧ After that, he will either do something or make something to make you feel better. Maybe tag along to view exactly what caught your attention. If you were feeling down he'll ask if there's anything sweet you want to eat, sweet stuff does make the mood a bit better after all! Maybe even offer a massage to let your mind relax a bit! (´ ω `♡)

✧ Woul 100% slip a favorite dessert of yours into one of the unbirthday parties Heartslabyul holds just to see your face light up when you see it. It makes him feel a lot better with having to hole himself up in the kitchen for hours throughout the week to prepare for the party. End result is all that matters, and seeing the same bright smile sure puts a smile on his face as well ~

Receiving: Words of affirmation & Acts of service

✧ Trey isn't as deprived of needing acceptance or clarifaction that he's enough like Leona. However! I do believe that a simple thanks or a genuine compliment will make his day immensely.

✧ Because he is used to doing work, more work than he should be and he takes it like a champ. He doesn't complain or show visible annoyance, he just nods along and does as he's told without asking! So I'm a firm believer that his lover just saying that he's done a good work, that you're grateful for him and that he can take a break now will go lengths for this poor overworked man. ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

✧ Heck, force him to sit down after a long day of either baking, attending to the first years or helping Riddle and just do the deeds he does to the others, but to him! Give him a massage, tell him that he's doing good and that he deserves to relax once the clock hits a certain hour.

✧ You can see Trey's muscles visibly relax upon seeing you at his door. All you have to do is open your arms and for once, Trey won't be embarrased to just fall into your arms and relax. Man just needs a few rubs on the back and some sweet words whispered into his ears and he's all energized to get up the next morning and do everything he did today all over again. Because truly, as exhausting as it is being in his position. When he gets back to the dorm, is greeted by his lover waiting by his room which would be a safe space at night is enough for him. ( ´ ▽ ` )/

✧ He doesn't need anything grandious or over the top show of affection because Trey himself isn't like that. If you give back the service he has given you as a lover, he's content. A cold towel to his forehead when the kitchen gets too hot with the oven on? He's peachy. Coming along when he does his monthly restocking and just spending time together like that? He's over the moon. Staying by his side when he sleeps and him waking up to his favorite drink you got up to get for him personally without him asking? You're gifted with the most genuine smile Trey can give anyone.

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[lanarist]

NSFW 18+ Plug! Dabi x Fem! Reader HC

a/n: first off, minors DNI. Second, this is my first time posting any of my writing on any platform. I have so much shit on Wattpad that just sits in the drafts. I am not confident enough to publish my shit writing. I’m shocked that i am even doing this. But I thought about this while breaking up 🍃🍃 for a blunt. I’ve seen so many hcs/Drabbles of stoner Dabi. ....but what about plug dabi

Also I want to mention that I do not condone drug use unless for medical reasons. it helps me with my extreme anxiety. literally saved me. And I 100% do not condone drug dealing. Just wanna throw that out there before you read.

a/n: this shit is SOOO long I’m sorry. I worked on this for like three days.

Summary: literally brain rot. Dabi being your plug HC.

Warnings: drug use, intercourse, dumbafication, oral (f receiving), sexual themes, mentions of alcohol.

I feel like you would probably meet him at some house party. Full of people drunk and/or high off of drugs that were given at the party, the supplier being Dabi for said drugs.

He immediately noticed you when you joined the circle of people passing blunts around, thinking you definitely did not belong here. You looked so innocent with those unsure doe like eyes when a random guy passes the blunt to you.

Gravely mistaken when he watches you puff that blunt like a champ, not coughing up a lung once and throwing back alcohol like it was water. Good girl on the outside but bad girl on the inside? Holy fuck he thought you were hot. He’s gotta get to know you.

After the smoke sesh, he would pull you aside to introduce himself just to get close to you.

Would definitely give you his number saying, “if you ever need anything, hit me up. I got whatever ya need, doll.”

Anytime you text him needing something, he would get so excited. He would drop whatever he’s doing. It don’t matter if he’s in the middle of a sell, dead asleep, at his part time job extra cash, or early in the morning. He’s gonna give you what you’re asking of him asap.

Definitely giving you discounts even on his best shit. Original price for 10 grams is $100? He’s giving it to you for $50.

Also would throw in extra without your knowledge. One time you noticed he gave you three extra grams and tried to give it back to him. “‘S okay. Just keep it, doll.”

Plug dabi would definitely get jealous if you bought anything from anyone else besides him. He will make sure to give you shit for that.

If he doesn’t have what you need at that moment. Baby, he’s going to make sure he gets it by any means necessary if it means he gets to see you for a few minutes.

Will always bring the drugs to you wherever you’re at. No matter how many times you’ve told him you’ll meet him somewhere or come to his place. He doesn’t wanna inconvenience you.

He would always look for you at parties. Once found, he’s dragging you away from everybody to a vacant room, outside, or to his car. He wants to smoke with you alone.

Loves when the smoke rolls smoothly out of your mouth after you inhale it. Thinks you look god damn sexy with the smoke floating around you and your low red eyes look fucking adorable.

If there’s something new you wanna try lsd or shrooms etc, he’ll offer to be with you and to stay sober incase you have a bad trip.

He knows he’s completely infatuated with you, but will not admit it to his friends. Especially Keigo. “You’re fucking whipped.” “Shut the fuck up, Keigo.”

Absolutely hates it when some random dude hits on you at parties or even stands close to you. He’s pulling you away to smoke.

Finally gets the balls to text you one night to smoke with him. “I got some good shit this time, doll. Wanna smoke it with me?”

When he gets to your house, he’ll already have the blunts rolled, a pipe, or anything you want ready for you.

Will hold the blunt to your lips when it gets too small. gets a boner feeling how soft they feel. He doesn’t want you to burn your pretty fingers.

Loves that you match his energy when it comes to smoking. No one has been able to smoke as much as he does like you do.

When he starts to notice the looks you’re giving him, the way your eyelashes bat at him and the lustful look in your eyes. He decides he can’t hold back anymore.

He’ll grab your chin with his thumb and forefinger to face him, softly blowing smoke onto to your lips as he stares at you. Will roughly pull you in closer to smash his lips against yours after the smoke disappears.

Gently pushes you to lay back on your bed so he can hover over you and rest himself between your legs.

No high from any drug could compare to the soft whimpers and moans leaving your lips when he pushes his hips into yours. It was fucking music to his ears.

Absolutely snaps when you tug on his white hair. He’s tearing yours and his clothes off now.

And don’t you dare try to cover that beautiful body of yours. “Don’t hide from me now, baby.”

He’ll start leaving marks on your neck, then down to your breast, taking extra time sucking, licking, biting, and kissing on them.

When he gets down lower on your body, he’s happy to set that you’re already soaking, showing that you wanted this as much as him. He’ll wrap his arms around your thighs, setting them over his shoulders and will go to fucking work on your pussy.

Swears that he could’ve came on the spot from the moans and whimpers leaving your lips. Especially the moan that you let out when he added two of his fingers into the mix.

Will make it a point to constantly praise you while his tongue makes you feel like you’re higher than cloud 9. “You taste so fucking good.” “God, so fucking beautiful.”

Will stop right before you cum. “Nah, baby. I want you cummin on my cock.”

After he’s got you all ready for him, baby you are in for it. He’s waited so long for this fucking moment. He ain’t holding back. He’ll grab your throat tightly as he seethes himself into you. You both gasp at the feeling of pure ecstasy.

Loves your fucked out face. Tongue lolled out. Tears brimming your eyes. Little bit of drool dripping of the corner of your mouth. Hair a complete fucking mess from the many times he’s pulled on it.

His stroke game? GODLY. He’s thrusting into you like a god damn rabbit but he’s hitting all of the right places and it feels so fucking good.

100% rough but his words are the opposite. “You’re taking my cock so well, doll.” “Look so beautiful while I’m fucking ya dumb.” has a degradation kink but that’s for another time.

Aftercare with Dabi is pure heaven. He’ll hand you his shirt from off of the ground for you to wear. He’ll clean you up, light up a blunt for you two, and cuddle you until you both fall asleep.

Oh and, you definitely getting shit for free for now on.

Tags: @bakugosbratx

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[oigimi]

. moonlight .

. arthur x reader . 1.4k words . hurt/comfort, slight angst .

You paced around the library, trying to fight the growing pit in your stomach. Your body was getting weak and tired, but you couldn’t bring yourself to sit down, out of fear you’d stew too much on your own thoughts. Being alone was scary. Having no one to talk to in a situation of anxiety does nothing but feed a person’s demons, and that was exactly what you were going through. Arthur had been out for a while, having a grand time at the pub. You were happy for your boyfriend; He’d just sent in a draft of his latest story to be published. A long, celebratory night was obviously in order… except for the fact that this was his fifth celebratory night in a row. And you hadn’t been invited to any of them.

After everything you and Arthur had been through, between your initial meeting, to your many adventures in town, to the climactic confrontation at the theatre, it was difficult not to trust him. He was the one person you could rely on to always be there for you, to make you forget all your worries in exchange for smiles and laughter. Arthur brought out the best in you, and you brought out the best in him, so why was he spending so much at the pub away from you and refusing to give an explanation? You wholeheartedly trusted him, but still your stomach churned and your heart ached at the thought of him having some sort of ulterior motives.

The library seemed to close in on you the longer you stayed, so you took a deep breath and forced your shaking legs to take you somewhere else. The mansion was massive and you were positive there was at least one room you could relax in. But which one? You couldn’t bring yourself to sleep just yet, you had taken a bath, and if you fixed a meal in the kitchen, it would likely wake up Sebastian. You looked at the clock. Thirty past midnight. Great.

A steady silver light, you noticed, made its way through the window and onto the floor. Something about its desaturated glow eased you for a moment, almost as if it could feel the sense of loneliness and fear that dwelled inside of you. Oh, how the moon was always there for humanity in times of trouble. When there was nothing to turn to for relief, there was the moon. You made your way out into the garden in hopes of absorbing some of that relief. What else were you supposed to do? Maybe you would fall asleep outside, it’d feel the same as sleeping without Arthur in a bed anyway.

Just as the thought of your lost boyfriend crossed your mind, a carriage pulled up to the mansion’s gates to dispense him. Arthur thanked the driver and opened the gates, jumping back when he saw you sitting alone on the fountain.

“Good evening, sweetheart! What are you out here for? Isn’t it a little late for little birds to be flying around?”

“Maybe,” you answered, forcing yourself to smile. “Ever hear of night owls?”

“You’ve caught me there.” Arthur offered his hand to you, and you gladly took it, eager to feel his touch again. But as he escorted you back inside, you couldn’t help but return to the thoughts that clouded your mind. Relationships were built on trust and communication, and you prided yourself on how stable your relationship with Arthur was, so why was it so difficult to even think about voicing your worries to him?

You sat down on the corner of his bed and watched him undress. Your hands couldn’t help but fidget, just another way your subconscious communicated your fears. Your fidgeting hands, your bouncing leg, and your dry throat all pushed the narrative that you didn’t want Arthur to know was true: You were worried about him.

When Arthur was finished changing, he sat beside you and pulled you into a tight, yet gentle embrace. “It’s okay, love,” he murmured, beginning to rock you. He rested his head on yours and rubbed your arm. “I would never do anything to hurt you, and I’m deeply sorry that I made you feel this way.”

Your eyes widened, and your heart dropped. How did he do that? How did he always manage to sport these things? It was unfair. It was shocking. “Stop doing that,” you whispered, trying to blink away the tears stinging your eyes. You couldn’t help but melt into Arthur’s arms, returning his hug with one of less strength, but equal passion. “I hate that you always know everything that’s going on with me without even trying, but here I am completely clueless to anything you’re thinking! I- I don’t even know where you’ve been going these past few days but if I were the one sneaking out you would probably be able to tell where I was within moments! I feel so in the dark, Arthur! And I hate it when you leave!”

You wept a bit more, burying your face into your boyfriend’s chest. Arthur said nothing for a moment and let you cry. He’d decided that allowing you to express everything within you would do much more for you, and that he would always listen. He nodded, kissing the top of your head and closing his eyes. “I’m sorry… does it hurt that much when I’m gone?” “Yes! I got so used to feeling your warmth at night and resting my head on your shoulder, and I’m just afraid I won’t be able to do that anymore. There’s so many gorgeous people out there in the world, and I still just can’t believe that you chose me, so my mind just… it wanders.”

Arthur felt his heart get heavier, and his embrace weakened. He eventually pulled away from you and shook his head. “I picked you over everybody in the world because there’s nobody else like you. There’s nobody that can make me laugh like you do. Nobody that could ever truly love and accept me, nobody that can make me feel happy to be alive the same way that you can. I’ve felt that way from the very beginning, my sweet little dove. And nothing has ever changed. Except, perhaps, the fact that I love you more and more every single day we’re together.”

You stared up at his sapphire-blue eyes, your own puffy and pink from the crying you’d just finished doing. Sighing, you shifted your gaze down to your lap. “I love you too,” you murmured. Perhaps you were simply being irrational. Worried for no reason. You always knew Arthur loved you. You’d known the whole time that he just didn’t have it in him to betray your trust, so why were you worried in the first place? You scolded yourself for allowing yourself to have these thoughts, and took a deep sigh to lighten your chest. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let myself think that way.”

“Don’t apologize. You’ve done nothing wrong, sweet love of mine.” Arthur pulled you into his lap and chuckled a bit. “It is quite endearing that you were so worried about me! I think I would have felt the same way. Being without you is truly a curse.”

“So where did you go?” you asked, finally calming yourself down. “And why couldn’t I come?”

Arthur stroked your hair, running his fingers through it. “Well you couldn’t come because you’re going to find out what it is when it’s all finished. And I’ve been all over town, love! What I have planned is going to be fantastic. I hope you love it.”

You cupped Arthur’s face, and pressed your foreheads together. “Hmm… Alright, I believe you! You’re a brilliant man, Arthur. Whatever it is you have planned for me, I’m sure I’ll love it.”

“I hope so!” Arthur laughed, pulling you with him as he lied down on the bed. You giggled and held him tightly.

“Arthur! Gah!”

The two of you held each other in bed, rubbing noses and exchanging sweet kisses. As you relished in the euphoric feeling in your chest, you glanced over at the window. There it was again: The shining, silver moon. The light it cast didn’t seem as gloomy and anxious as before, rather it felt like a spotlight. A spotlight that illuminated the love you and Arthur shared together. And for that, you felt grateful.

When Arthur turned off the lights, and gave you one last goodnight kiss, you remained awake for just a few moments longer, thanking the moon for always being there.

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