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Gold Rush- Vladimir Makarov
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Based on a request: heyy! I love your writing style and am I big simper for makarov!<3 Ignore this if you don't want to do it but what about reader being apart of makarov's crew and him falling in love with them during a mission. Thank you sooo much if ur going to do this!<333 ---- F!Reader, fluff/romance? ----
Being part of Konni was always a risk, especially when the rest of the world is against you and your teammates. Makarov, the man who started everyone just so happened to be by your side in this mission. He was rough, cold and serious, rarely making jokes unless you were a part of his inner circle. Tonight, he leads the team through yet another dangerous mission. 
You were walking towards another part of the enemy base when he stopped you. He shakes his head, "Too risky, take left," he commands but you know this place best. "If I take left the guards will notice me, this way is their blind spot, trust me," you voice above a whisper. "If you get us caught-"
"I won't," you cut him off. 
For nearly three hours, the team and you sneaked around, gathering as much intel as possible before sunrise. 
By the time the helo had arrived, he allowed you to go first, weird for a man like him to care about such things. On the way back to base, he sits beside you, "Smart move back there, Y/n," he says in a much softer voice. What he hadn't expected was for him to develop a soft spot for a person in his team, much less you. 
It didn't start tonight, no, this took time to develop. 
About two years ago, that is when he first noticed you. The team and you were just hanging around, it was an odd day, with no work or worries. He watches how his men laugh, how you sit by the corner, listening but not engaging and he takes note of that. With time, he notices how blunt you were, how you didn't glorify anything, especially not him. All others did, well those who were allies to his so-called 'cause'. 
You didn't mean to be mean when you were honest, you just said things like how you saw them, even with him. Another thing he noticed was how shy you were, but when asked your words spoke differently to how you are. 
With time, he found himself smiling at what you did, the dumb jokes only you and the person telling them understood. Secretly, he began to memorise you. It would be a fear to others if he did this but in this light, it was romantic. He began to notice the smile you had when you'd read a book and it got to an interesting part. 
One night, he sat down on some stairs, looking up at the starry night as smoke ran in his lungs. He did this only when he knew you'd be jogging around base, sleepless nights were your excuse but he knew the real reason. 
Others noticed how kind he was to you, how he never laughed when you were the butt of the joke. It became clear when he would only beeline to you when books were in his hand. All in Russian but as he said, "The author made it in Russian because the emotions are better written."
He always had a book he needed you to read. In some cryptic way, the words between pages and titles were his way of being a poet to the girl in the jogging shoes. 
Tonight, as the team arrives back on base, he asks you to stay back. 
Why be feared if you, yourself fear something?
The walk to his office was calm, screw whoever said comfortable silence was overrated. This silence with him was nice, it was...beautiful in some way. 
"I wanted to...say something I think is idiotic to say, especially for a man like me," he starts. Your gaze on his soft eyes, those heterochromatic eyes. 
He takes a deep breath and continues, "I like you. I like all about you and I think I would be a fool if I never said this. You can act as shy as you want, and pretend I annoy you, but I want a lot of things with you. I've read poems that remind me of you. I like our night routines, I like how you know the real me. I like how everyone here adores you...at least I do. I didn't like how you have become the only person I get nervous around but...now, I do. But I do hate that you make me feel excited, happy and hopeful and that you know me better than anyone. I hate worrying about you so if you must, reject me now so I can have a real reason to hate myself too."
His eyes desperately looking at yours and when a smile appears on that beautiful face of yours, he smiles too. 
For three months, he and you get close. Milena, the woman everyone, even the enemies, thinks is his lover only stays close so she can finally see a long-time friend happy. 
Everywhere he goes, those sweet eyes you've come to love steal glances at you. Small, secret smiles capture no one but the eyes of each other. He becomes the constant in your life as you do to his. 
In this world, he shouldn't show anyone his shiny toy. He mustn't since he knows others will break the one fragile thing he allows himself to have. So, like the flower-covered coat pockets in his home, he keeps you tucked away for when his hands can be fragile again.
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taegularities · 4 months
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Riiiiiiid can i have a teeny tiny request when/if you can answer this. When oc was missing, what was going through jk’s head? Like did he thought she left him, got kidnapped by her parents, got into an accident, etc? Just wondering what’s fuelling his fear. Amazing lovely chapter! Srsly chefs kiss 🙌🏻
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genre: est. rel. 🥺 fluff, angst wc: 1.3k 🤭 a/n: this turned into a legit drabble LMAO i'd be over the moon if you guys lmk what you think of this lil mess and whether i did a good job? :] not proofread <3
if jungkook had the power to undo this, what would he do differently?
hours ago, when you left the apartment.
perhaps he'd handle you with caution. realise that his fret means nothing, and that nobody else defines your relationship but him and you.
maybe he would let you know that he's stuck to you like superglue, no matter what. that he goes insane when you don't show signs of life. and that you're stitched into all crevices of his heart, permanently.
perhaps reacting in such a way could've changed the chain of events today. whatever happened, maybe you could've reached out, rushed to him. instead, you were hidden in a bathroom minutes ago, door locked and a barrier between the two of you.
even now, your mind roams in far distance. waiting for a line to appear or not; and the approaching result fills him with fear. not because he in particular dreads it – but because you do. sniffling, drying your tears, shaking.
jungkook isn't stupid, so he won't tell you how you affect him. how your pain becomes his burden, too, and how he wants the moment to pass, so your tremble stops.
life didn't pain you enough, it seems. something or someone in the skies above is being unfair.
it hurts. it hurts. it fucking hurts.
and on top of everything, jungkook's own ache, courtesy of his overthinking, still lingers. how he wondered if you'd left him. or hoping you weren't hurt. praying that you were unscathed, not a victim of the world's carelessness.
he can't tell you, though. and he doesn't.
not when the minutes pass and jokes are exchanged. not when you explain why you never came home. and not when only one line appears, pushing you into another sobfest that only his arms heal, slowly and carefully. bit by bit.
you're so warm against him. so innocent and relieved, seeking a cure in him to diminish the former pain. you hold onto him so tight, quivering more than ever, crying tear after tear after tear.
jungkook doesn't think he's ever felt such a firm, solid crack splitting his heart. because you don't deserve this.
you're his gentle, enthusiastic girl, aren't you? thrilled about countryside weddings and glued-on stars. you do not deserve this.
your transparent emotions punch him in the guts even when you've bid eun goodbye. and the very next moment, as he comes to a stand in front of the entrance, stalling the drive back home, he feels something stir in him, too.
the same as before when you opened the bathroom door. the same intense yearning clogging up his throat. because when he looks at you now…
tear-stained cheeks. red eyes. yet, a soft smile assuring him that you're okay again…
he knows now. he knows.
"angel..." he voices, and you lift your falling eyelids, endless tenderness in your gaze.
his heart combusts. nervous fear fills his entire being, so worried you might walk away or cry again or be scared off or… or…
tell her.
she might know anyway.
the voice keeps urging him. wants to bare his thoughts, pull them out of his mind.
tell her.
but he doesn't. instead, he calms the brittle organ beneath his chest, eyes blinking his secrets away before he says, "nothing. let's go home."
and he admits now. barely half an hour later, he admits that his choices aren't always well thought out. because how did he manage to pain you again?
crying in front of him, in the middle of the living room, much like… what? a mere month ago. asking him what's wrong; getting back a confused nothing.
he covers his face when you inquire whether he's sure, rubbing it before he responds, "yeah. tired, is all. worn out from the stress."
"i'm sorry."
god. no.
there's no fault in anyone right now. there's no misery, just… realisations. revelations.
"no," he starts, "it's okay."
you swallow, and then argue, "i don't think it is. tell me what you're thinking about."
but how does he tell you? because his words wouldn't suffice. and he doesn't quite know whether the moment's right. how does he unveil something to you that'll never do justice to what he truly feels?
"nothing, baby," he answers; he's being so stupid, "please go to sleep."
but you don't falter. "is it because of the pregnancy scare? or because i didn't call you. i scared you."
"no. it's nothing like that."
he waits.
fuck… he could throw up. you're here, so close, waiting for a response, and he's panicking, nervous, insecure, and… and…
so in fucking love.
"just go change into something comfortable, angel," jungkook gently orders, fuelling the craze in his jumbled mind, "or do you want to eat first? i can get you some food to the bedroom, too."
you shake your head, digging, "i want– you to tell me what's wrong."
but it's not easy. wording feelings has never been easy.
he groans quietly, keeping his foot from tapping the ground. if he told you now… would you react in kind? would you walk away? if he told you now, would you push him away or pull him closer?
shit, shit, shit.
his head falls between his shoulders, fingers grazing his wrinkled forehead, heaviness behind it, "what do i tell you?"
"just. was it… is it seokjin? i won't talk to him if you don't want me to."
god, if you knew…
that seokjin long took a backseat in his head. he would've barely been able to remember his name right now, because his mind is so painfully filled with the same damn things revolving around you.
with the same word, over and over again, repeating in a circle and as a plea.
"that's not it," he promises.
"it's not…?"
"babe… i don't care about him. i stopped caring ten minutes later."
he explains the agitation this morning; explains the far graver evening, how it overshadowed each word uttered in that stupid argument. how you drove him crazy today.
fearing, craving, pining.
wondering if you'd be coming back, if he'd ever get the chance to tell you that you carry his heart with you wherever you go.
and maybe that's exactly what he should do.
right.
enough of this idiocy.
he stands, stepping closer. his voice is unsteady when he calls your name, shaking fingers carding through his hair. he sighs, and then inhales a breath to give his lungs something. to lift the burn.
jungkook prepares his mind for the best and the worst for only a moment before everything goes blank. and then, finally, he realises that, first and foremost, he doesn't need an immediate reaction.
he just needs you to know.
"what is it then?" you still question, tears falling freely, "fuck, just. just say it, please."
your hand curls into a fist, and he rushes to grab your wrist; tugs you into him, a palm on your back. pushing you closer, trying to press his affection into you, and all misery out of you.
he holds your head, holds you right there, lets you cry into his shirt.
and then, he admits, "i'm not good with words, baby. and i don't know how to ever properly verbalise something like this."
"what? verbalise wh–"
then again, does he not know?
no. he does. he just doesn't think it'll ever suffice. ever.
because what he feels doesn't belong to this mundane world. it isn't ordinary; transcends normalcy. no, to him, it appears like something out of a fairytale.
this is what songs are written about; what love stories and novels and movies speak of. the exact rhymes present in poetry. jungkook doesn't have the vocabulary that poets possess.
can't truly explain what you elicit, and what you mean to him, and how insane you make him, and how he wants to hold you and freeze this moment forever, and…
and how he's never been as certain about anything as about–
"i love you."
no… he doesn't need you to answer immediately.
he just needs you to finally know.
:'''))))) i have nothing to say except. thank you for this lil request. i am in tears and will go hide in the bathroom now. <3
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angelcasendgame · 2 years
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Ecclesiastes 9:7 // Chuck won theory
happy birthday @angelfishofthelord 💜
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Regarding the mommy suguru agenda
OH HOW I WISH TO SIT ON HIS LAP AND YAP MY HEART OUT WHILE HE JS PLAYS W MY HAIR😞🙏 A KISS HERE AND THERE GRGRGRGRGRGRRR
UGH SND TALKING AB AN ITEM AND THE NEXT TIME HE GOES OUT HE COMES BACK W IT JS BC HE REMEMBERED 😕😕
THE MOMMY!SUGU AGENDA IS REAL FOREVER AND ALWAYS…… anon we’re holding hands. you get it. he is so gentle and attentive and eager to pamper you 😔😔
AND HIS LAP!! yes…. personally i think he would let you rest your head on his lap and lull you to sleep with his silky voice but that’s just me. little kisses here and there 🥺 so true… he can’t help himself……. and he would be suchhh a good listener. the Best. he LOVES when you yap to him it’s canon to me!!!!
AND HIM COMING BACK WITH THE GIFTTTT HE’S SO……. :((((( he’s just so effortlessly perfect. pays attention to every little thing you say. remembers all the little things you tell him about yourself. the caretaker of all time.
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petorahs · 3 months
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what are your headcanons about Juliana and Florian?
oughhghghg where to begin
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-Juliana (Jules for short) and Florian (Flori, Flor, etc) are twins! Juliana is the older one. This is inspired by the fact that... they look so similar in their official art! All the recent protags all do but these two take the cake. It's so funny to me. -they look so similar in fact, that they could be body doubles! but that's totally wrong and unethical they'd never... right? -I like the HC that they're both from Galar (their mom having Skwovet and using a British term early-game, the Galarian pokemon stickers in their room, etc). They're both Paldeans, but were raised there before moving back to their hometown with mom.
-Fun thing about Scarlet/Violet is that they're such huge games that it's totally justifiable to have dual protags doing different things. Because of this, I decided to have Juliana handle the 'battle-heavy' routes like Victory Road while Florian, who is more research-focused (and has main character syndrome) features more in The Hidden Treasure arc. -I can't decide on who really does Starfall Street yet, but I'd like for Path of Legends to be the both of them helping Arven since it's the most plot-heavy and has to do with endgame. -Don't ask how but both Koraidon and Miraidon exist at the same time and the twins are their trainers. -In my recent art of them, you'll notice Juliana and Florian's eyes get all blue/crystal-like! this is an effect of their time in Area Zero/being exposed to that much Terastal energy. just them though, no one else...
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-additionally, Flo's hair turns from a purply-brown to pink post-game because he's named "Haruto" in Jp, meaning spring. this carries over across all languages! I wanted to evoke a sense of a blossom coming to life over the course of his journey.
-hates battling because his sister will always be better at it than him, so he vastly prefers pokemon catching instead. (Galar's League-focus/prominence made him sickkkk. he was glad to move) -helped Jacq complete the Paldean, Kitakami and BB pokedex because of that. they're tight, the both of them. -his smile never reaches his eyes, early-game. -he is not naturally kind, nor does he see himself as the 'hero' of the story (that was always Juliana, not him), but he fakes being a main character to make people think he's just as good (this is also a byproduct of Galar's culture tbh) -that's why he seems like the more extroverted of the two, but really, he's just as quiet as her behind doors. -tbh even the fact that he has one beauty mark under his eye instead of two like his twin sis bothers him... blud thinks he'll never be enough! -Koraidon's trainer
-after meeting Kieran, Florian tried to be kind from a genuine want instead of to impress people. he wanted to be the 'hero of the story' that Kieran saw him as... and not because he needed to be out of his sister's shadow. Kieran made him want to try. -like the only way I see him winning during BB League wasn't because he was the main character who always wins, but because winning was the only way he could be friends with Kieran again. -his arc will conclude when he learns to be kind and do things out of selflessness :) which is why he takes a Tera Blast during the Indigo Disk's climax, the ultimate act of selflessness. help. sorry man it was for character development...
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-The actual main hero of the story. Really insanely strong in battles. like just straight up a beast -Juliana's names mean "youth", so she stays the same, forever a young battle prodigy Florian tries to match (but can't...). Also, youth to me can mean the future, which is why she's the Miraidon trainer! -Another reason why she's Miraidon trainer is because she can't express herself how she wants... she can't emote easily and speaks monotonously, like a robot. -Her arc would conclude when she learns that the people worth keeping in life are the ones that get her even when she doesn't feel "normal" :]]] true treasures. -big eater -read once that having beauty marks under your eyes means you'll have "trouble in love" and tried to scrub hers off... really envies Florian for having just one and thinks Flo's some kind of romance genius. goes to him for love advice one day and it freaks him out (he's having just a complicated time as any teen!!!)
-Heavily inspired by Pokemon Special's take on her. like look at her she's so cool.
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waterfallofspace · 4 months
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A Word-Filled Update
that no one's asking forrrr~
Sooooo, hiya~ ^^
Realized I kinda dropped out without much word, and wanted to give a lil update to anyone who may care, (and specifically to all the unfilled requests that have been sat in my inbox for months now T~T)
Dropping it under a cut because it gets quite long~ but I'll also TL;DR it with: been a bit burnt out, trying to get back into this, I apologize for all the unanswered asks, and I will be trying to get to the ones I can, but I'll be focusing more on trying to enjoy the process of making content~ Thank you to anyone who's stuck around <3
(Tw for brief mention of mental health/neurodivergencies~ nothing in depth or dark, but just incase anyone wants to avoid that <3)
Nothing serious has been going on, mostly just burn out and a bit of drama in main friend group, combined with free time just being a lot more limited recently~ (not a bad thing, most of it is because I'm getting to talk more with friends I've gotten closer to this past year~)
That said, I've been trying to get back into content, making it, reblogging it, etc, without letting it become all-consuming. I find, with the way my brain works, mostly to do to some wonderful neurodivergent tendencies, I tend to fall heavily into 'all of nothing' mentality.
This shows up in my day to day life, (ie: can't wash the dishes for weeks until I suddenly do them all in one day) and I've definitely noticed it with content creation. Need to write and finish a story in one go, record a wav as fast as possible, always afraid I'll lose that motivation.
But honestly? I love making content on here! And I'm not a huge blog, nor do I care if I am (at least trying not to, if I'm being painfully honest~) but I genuinely love making content. Whether it's just for me, a request that I am hoping one specific person will enjoy, or a story I write with a community in mind, I just love creating~
So, I'm trying to ease my way back into this! Bit by bit, let it be fun, and enjoyable, with less internal pressure to produce as much as I can, as fast as I can, and make it be perfect.
I won't lie and say 'numbers don't matter to me', if I'm honest, they do. But I'm learning more and more how to let it be about the content, and to just enjoy the process~ (and if people like it, that'll be a wonderful bonus!~)
Wooo this is getting so long, I apologize sincerely! Last thing, something I've mentioned a few times previously but never really let myself get into... requests~
I'm so honoured that people care about my content enough to have asked for things, and getting any ask, request, praise, ask lists, heck even just a 'hi!' is honestly the best part of this blog for me!
Buuuut, I definitely worked myself into burn-out before with a "every request needs to be filled and fast" mentality, that led to just... not filling any.
So! I'm going back through my inbox, and deleting some older ones that I don't have a clear vision/motivation for. I apologize to anyone who requested them, though by now it's possible they're long gone~ But I think this will help me not only start enjoying the creation process without feeling so overwhelmed, but also start actually getting more content made~
There are definitely a bunch that I still adore, and am thrilled to get to test out, but if there's one you remember sending, and you really want to see it completed, please feel free to send another ask saying what it is you want done, and I'll see if I can get that going <3
And if you've stuck it out to the end here- uh hi! ^^ I'm sorry this is so long, I'm such a words person, but I appreciate you so much, not just for any support you've offered, but just bothering to read this <3 I genuinely didn't expect most to make it this far, so thank you so deeply <3 and I hope to see you guys around as I start reblogging stuff more!~
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basketobread · 5 months
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Hi! I've been wanting to say this to you for a while now, but you and your art bring me so much joy!! \(^o^)/ Every time you pop up on my dash I always have a good laugh, I absolutely LOVE your energy and the way you draw! You have one of the best and most unique art styles I've seen, you're definitely one of my fave artists ever!! 🥰
I first saw your "Thy Mother" art with Lotus and I was INSTANTLY hooked xD As a bard enthusiast myself and my beloved Tav being a bard, I just DIED of laughter when I saw that artwork IT'S TOO DAMN GOOD 😂
I also have a huge soft spot for Lunara! She's so cute and also, one of my fave things you do is when you draw that funny wrinkly face on Karlach. It ALWAYS cheers me up whenever I'm having a bad day, plus I keep coming back to that "White Girl Shadowheart" artwork of yours and it never gets old! 🤣
Thank you SO much for gracing us with your art and for being such an awesome hooman bean all the time!! 🙌❤️❤️❤️
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oh my gosh... well, if this isn't just the sweetest message i've ever read then idk what is!! 😭😭❤❤ THANK YOU!!! SO VERY MUCH!!! FOR THESE KIND WORDS!!! seriously, you have NO idea how much this means to me. i started this blog just to have fun and post some fanart of my fav game ever and did NOT expect so many people to tune in on my bg3 adventure!!
i am FOREVER GRATEFUL!!! and you have absolutely no idea how ECSTATIC i feel to hear you talk about my characters in such a way too!! lotus and lunara are my pride and joy so seeing people enjoy them as much as i do has been a blast <33
seriously, i cannot express how happy i am to have received this ask. you're so sweet!! i'm going to be thinking about this all day now HAHA
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shepherds-of-haven · 1 year
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I've got a playlist titled Shepherds of Haven ✨️but its found family vibes only ✨️
and honestly I feel the need to gush because found family is one of my absolute favorite tropes.
And I adore the romance in this game so much, but what really has me inlove with this story is how fantastic you write the FF vibes, it gives me the absolute fuzzies in my heart.
The scene after the group escape's the dreamworld and fall asleep in MC's room? ✨️ AMAZING ✨️
The group all just sitting around and communicating? ✨️ TEARS ✨️
Them checking on MC in chapter 3 and all of them accepting MC? ✨️ GORGEOUS ✨️
All of them piling into the infirmary after MC wakes up? ✨️ BEAUTIFUL ✨️
And all the added stuff I've read from your tumblr? The get togethers? ✨️ SOBBING ✨️
I've read a lot of IF's in my opinion and on so many scales yours is a pure favorite, but especially in terms of them fuzzy, happy, amazing and warm found family vibes and moments we get.
✨️ I FEEL LIKE SOBBING HAPPILY JUST THINKING OF THEM ✨️
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This... this whole message...
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viaetor · 1 year
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heya everyone, this is a mini-hiatus notice! ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ from may 13th to june 6th i'll be going on a really long trip through the aegean sea; i'll be visiting greece, bulgaria and turkey (anddd if i'm lucky, maybe albania too). it'll be a half pleasure/half business trip, so i'll be super focused on enjoying it thoroughly ~ because of that, i'll be available mostly on discord, so if anyone wants to add me there to gush about our characters' dynamic, plot something or just chat in general, hmu so i can add you there and we can talk whenever i have time ~
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poison-pomegranates · 3 months
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BAE PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT FROM DEATH TO DUST im soooo interested (also music taste???? its spectacular??)
OMG THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU (and also thank you for complimenting my music taste, that’s quite literally the most efficient path to my heart)
from death to dust is very much a work in progress that’s still in the early stages of planning because i keep having to restart.
on top of this, i suck at summaries of any kinds, but what i can do is infodump about my characters:
Desdemona Reaper is to some extent my main character, largely because she is, in a sense, the metaphorical string connecting all of the other characters as well as most of the story lines.
she used to live with her parents in Grim’s castle, in the centre of the Twin Kingdoms, but about a year before the main story starts she was exiled and now she lives on the Isle of The Lost with the rest of the misfits and criminals who were banished from the Twin Kingdoms.
the Isle of The Lost is where she met Eden, an immortal, deity-like being who was cursed by the monarchs to spend her days bound to a ‘magical’ tree, that shelters and protects the isle of the lost.
when Desdemona was banished, she made it her mission to protect Eden, but when Eden goes missing and Desdemona realises that without Eden’s magic she, and possibly the rest of the inhabitants of the isle of the lost, will die, she realises she has to return to her father's kingdom to find out what happened to her.
what should be a quick and simple mission to retrieve her best friend is complicated when a flirtatious witch, an aspiring scientist, an ambitious princess, an indebted elf, and a mysterious lycanthrope all interrupt her plans by asking for her help with various, less quick and simple missions.
acknowledging both her need for their help and her aversion to socialising, Desdemona is forced to decide which is more important to her, retrieving Eden, or keeping her peace of mind.
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scoopsgf · 1 year
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the final chapter of reckless abandon is up!!!
summary:
Rory rolls her eyes and drops down onto Eli’s other side. She passes him the flask. “How do you feel?”
He sips and winces. “Like a ball of soggy mozzarella.”
“Well, don’t beat yourself up for it. There are five stages of grief and it can take a while to move through them all. I think Tolstoy said it best with the words: ‘Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them’—”
“Hey Anna Karinena?”
She blinks. “Yeah?”
“I meant like physically,” Eli says, grinning a little.
Rory huffs and jostles him a little. “You so did not.”
“No, seriously,” Eli caps the flask, “we’re gonna get hypothermia if we sit out here any longer like a merry bunch of fuckwads. We should get inside before Abuela sends out a search party.”
And so they rise, and Jess wraps an arm around Eli’s shoulders as they walk. They stumble a little and then fall into pace together.
What’s that quote from King Lear again? This cold night will turn us all into fools and madmen.
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cowcowwow · 7 months
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Hey y'all. So, you guys might have noticed that I've been kinda inactive/not responding to messages quickly. I wanted to apologize, but also warn that this might not get better soon?
The main reasons I haven't been responding is because either, my wrists are hurting so bad that I can't type for long (or my other chronic pain is acting up), I'm so tired that I can't think of interacting, I'm helping out my family, or I'm having a bad episode(?) (Not entirely what's going on on those days, to be real)
I'm sorry, but I do have a happier note!! I want to say, thank you all so much if you have messaged me, interacted with me, reblogged from me, anything, recently. It makes these days so much lighter, makes me so much happier, even if I can't respond.
And to my friends who message me frequently: thank you. I love you all so, so much. I really really want to reply soon hopefully, but in the meantime know that you guys are so sweet, so fun, so awesome, and I love you 💙💙
(And to my friends who I haven't talked with in a bit, love you guys too <333)
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prosebushpatch · 6 months
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Would you look at that? Another blog post! This time I take a look at first lines and the age-old adage of starting in the middle. Please take a look and feel free to let me know what you think!
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WIFI YOU'RE KILLING ME,,,
TSUN LEGACY SOUND SO CUTE??? THE TAGS TOO FBHJBFHJBFJ seeing this tsun breakdown melts my heart, imagine you just recover from getting injured and you give him a big hug! telling him it's all okay!! imagine he slowly reverts back to his tsun side except it's much milder uwu still huffs from time to time but if he rlly didn't like it, he could've just left but he doesnt :3c
imagine he thinks you're fast asleep (to which you were! you just slowly woke up), and he's holding you really close… caressing your face and all, then you'd slowly open your eyes to look at him and see what he's doing!! :D (what if this is where you'd murmur that you love him sm <3)
(referring to this lovely post <333)
!!!! one minute lemme just- *revives you* I'M SO GLAD THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO READ THE TAGS HEHEHEHE
but yessss Foul Legavy who tries so hard to act distant and cold getting so worried when he hears you were injured- you, the one who always smiled and cared for him despite how grumpy he acts. you, the person who brings him food and flowers whenever you can, since he "deserves more than just apples and sunsettias". you, the light of his life, got hurt, and Foul Legacy can only weep and wish it were him
he went looking for you, since you didn't show up at the usual time, and traced your scent to the pharmacy on the outskirts of Liyue. by a sheer stroke of luck one of the windows to your room was left open, and when he sees you asleep on the bed he instinctively yelps and slips into the room. he's almost glad you're not awake, since the sight of Foul Legacy looming over you might've frightened you- but perhaps not, since you never seem to find him scary or intimidating. what was it you called him?
cute. that's right
he hates the sight of you looking so weak, body covered with bandages- what were you thinking, going somewhere you could get this injured?? you didn't even have a Vision- you're just an ordinary mortal, so fragile and powerless at the hands of Teyvat, and Foul Legacy's claws gently cup your face as he whines softly. he fusses with your covers, picking and readjusting them until you're engulfed in snowy white sheets- it's not good enough, he'd rather you be in his arms, but he knows moving you could be dangerous right now so he settles for this
until you let out a cough, and he panics, scooping you into his hold with a swift movement and cradling you against his chest. quiet whimpers and coos fill the room as he holds you delicately, treating you like glass as your face scrunches and you shift, looking blearily up at a very worried Foul Legacy. he's torn between crying and huffing in exasperation when you slowly smile, sleep still heavy in your eyes, and reach your (INJURED!!!!) hands up to his face. when your fingers brush his cheek, he melts into your touch, relief blooming in his chest, and hoarsely you mumble that you love him, so, so much
his mouth falls open as you snuggle against his fluff like you didn't say anything out of the ordinary, the astonished nudges and pokes he gives you only drawing out sleepy hums. Foul Legacy sighs and returns to holding you, talons running over your hair. you must be delirious, that's all, something said through a haze of painkillers and exhaustion
and yet, hope still fills his heart when he remembers the sincerity in your eyes. maybe, just maybe, you really do love him after all
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singsweetmelodies · 9 months
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the wonderful @hrhgeorgerussell tagged me to share a WIP snippet several days ago, and because I'm unfortunately both busy and forgetful, I'm only getting to it now 🥲🙈 but here we go now! the latest developments in the 2023 kissing fic (which should be posted before Friday as a much-needed good luck charm/sacrifice to the racing gods before yet another bloody sprint weekend)
We are not getting drunk on a race weekend again, Pear, Charles replies, very sternly. Andrea nearly murdered me after Montreal. 
Spoilsport, Pierre texts, followed by a veritable flurry of disappointed face emojis. There are so many of them that Charles knows Pierre doesn't truly care whether they get drunk or not – he's just trying to get a reaction out of Charles. 
Well, Charles can certainly give him a reaction.
I'll make it up to you, he promises, and doesn't even think twice about adding a little kiss emoji at the end. 
I'm listening, Pierre replies, and Charles doesn't need to be able to see him to know he'll have settled back more comfortably wherever he's sitting, one arm stretched up behind his head and a too-attractive smirk on his lips.
🤭
tagging @hourcat, @duquesademiel, @wolfiemcwolferson, @river-ocean, @pinkierre, @yukierres, @moonlight0starlighte, @francophones, and @leclercenjoyer, if any of you feel like sharing a little something for, um, *checks calendar* Snippet Tuesday? *smiles winningly* 😬😁🥰
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lesbianlotties · 1 year
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Aftermath - Wenclair - Chapter 4
Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair Characters: Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, During Canon, Lesbian Wednesday Addams, Wednesday Addams is Soft for Enid Sinclair, Lesbian Enid Sinclair, Enid Sinclair Needs a Hug, Touch-Starved, Hugs, First Love, Love Confessions, Fluff, the Addams are all romantics at heart, First Kiss, new chapter added!
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“Do you feel better? Safer?” Wednesday eventually asks her. She’s quiet, not colder than usual but not with any more surprising emotions, she’s genuinely wondering.
“I do,” Enid answers. She takes a deep breath and keeps her eyes closed. “I don’t know if we’re safe, but we’re together, and that’s really all that matters.”
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A missing scene, right after the final fight is over, when Wednesday and Enid can't sleep, can't move away from each other, can't stop thinking about That Hug™.
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