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[choicesficwriterscreations]

December Creator of the Month: Oh-So-Youre-a-Nerd

Each month, CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers or artists, and this month’s creator of the month is @oh-so-youre-a-nerd . We're very excited because Ascindio is our very first artist to be highlighted! We hope you will enjoy learning more about them and their work below! The writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.

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1- When did you start playing Choices? What was the first book you played? 

I started playing in 2016, I can't remember if I read Endless Summer or Rules of Engagement first, but I ended up deleting the app after like 2 weeks cause I couldn't stop buying diamonds 😅🤦

I re-downloaded it about, ohh idk 2 years ago?

2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?

I joined the Fandom specifically on Tumblr and specifically for It Lives Within, which happened to come out right after I read the first two books 

3- How did you pick your blog name? 

I always try to seem cool and mysterious when I meet people irl, and then as soon as I open my mouth, I ruin it with some niche trivia or something, and they say,  “Oh, so you're a nerd.” 😂 Can't tell you how many times this exact phrase has been uttered to me. 

4- Pull up the first post in your archive, and tell us about it!  

This is the first Choices related post I made 😂 I was just thinking about the concept of what if characters make terrible decisions cause they're controlled by a player who is out of diamonds lol I was going to do a whole series of them (next was going to be lotr “fly on eagles to mordor?” *30 diamonds* or “simply walk”) but got lazy lol

5- Do you write fanfiction, create fan art, or are you one of those really gifted people who do both? 

Only art. God, I  WISH  I wrote too. I've thought about trying cause I have so many ideas floating around in my head, but at the end of the day, I'd rather spend my free time drawing. 

6- How long have you been creating for Choices and for any other fandoms?

For Choices, since early 2022

For other fandoms, since well, forever, but I only started posting around 2017/18

7- What is your favorite Choices book, and what is your favorite Choices book to create for?

Favorite Choices book is probably It Lives in the Woods. All of the characters were so interesting, I never got bored reading it, and it had an incredible twist that made sense but I still didn't see coming. 

Favorite to create for is probably Blades of Light and Shadow though because I am such a sucker for the fantasy aesthetic.

8- Share your first Choices fanfic or fan art that you posted with us. Do you still like it, or would you change it if you were creating it today?.

This isn't the first Choices art I made, but it IS the first I actually shared

And honestly, I DO still like it because I still remember the way I felt absolutely POSSESSED while drawing it (I hadn't drawn anything for *months*). I would definitely change the background, though. Those trees look like shit, and they're not even the correct type for the kind of forest they're in. 

9- What is your favorite piece of fiction or art that you created? 

My favorite Choices art I've done is probably this piece. 

10- Do you have a fic/art that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to do well but found it could use a little more love?

I definitely didn't expect this one to do well at all as it was so hastily drawn

And I was sad this piece didn't get more love, it was such a dope scene and I was so excited about how the sword turned out

11- If you could only draw one style or type of art for the rest of your life, what would it be and why? 

I'm not sure if I'm interpreting the question right, but if I had to pick like a specific type of art, it would be digital, and I would want to do fan art. I have a hard time painting anything that I don't already have a deep connection with (so original art with no story behind it is usually a chore for me), and digital art is just so incredibly convenient and not messy and so so versatile. 

12 - Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?

Because I use fiction as a way to safely process trauma/ grief/ other big emotions, each MC I make has a small part of me, whichever part I feel the need to explore at the time.

There's an amazing quote by Patrick Rothfuss that I feel explains it perfectly. 

It's from Wise Man's Fear

“These folk knew all about death. They killed their own livestock. They died from fevers, falls, or broken bones gone sour. Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn’t talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.

Except for stories, of course. Tales of poisoned kings and duels and old wars were fine. They dressed death in foreign clothes and sent him far from your door. A chimney fire or the croup cough were terrifying. But Gibea’s trial or the siege of Enfast, those were different. They were like prayers, like charms muttered late at night when you were walking alone in the dark. Stories were like ha’penny amulets you bought from a peddler, just in case.”

13 - What element of writing/art do you struggle with most?

I have a very difficult time making the poses seem natural and flowing. My all time favorite art is Baroque/Renaissance style and how fluid the poses are, how soft the skin looks, how delicately it's all done. Obviously, I will always have my own style, but those are things that I so want to incorporate but never seem to get quite right, and it drives me crazy 😂

14 - Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

Not really. I mean, I have a ton of unfinished work, but as soon as the window of inspiration passes, I just can't get myself to care enough about it to finish it (insert Jake the Dog, “now it's gone, and I don't care about it anymore!” )

15 - If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to see your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you show them first? 

I would, and have.  I typically show them whatever most rendered recent picture from my Instagram because I don't post any nsfw there and usually try to post only my prettier work for this specific reason haha. (As opposed to here, I post everything here, ain't NO ONE from real life invited to see my tumblr 😂)

16 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing or art? Are there any artists that influence you?

Writers: Brandon Sanderson, for sure. He's the reason I got back into art back in 2017 ish. His stories are just so emotional they push me to create. Same with @saibug1022, there is always at least one scene from every story he shares that I desperately want to draw to try to capture the emotions. 

Artists: God, sooo many, here are just like my top 3 favorites and their instagrams.

Audra Auclair

Obsessed with her unique style, and specifically the way she draws eyelids and noses

f3lc4t

The way they draw those dripping, glowing wisps. I stare at their pieces for hours (no lie) trying to dissect them stroke by stroke to figure out how they do it.

Miho Hirano

Their art has a delicate whimsy-ness I would SELL MY SOUL to achieve 

17- Which one of your creations would you like to see a fiction written about? 

JC, this is the shit I DREAM of.

Definitely this one. 

So this is love.

This little comic means a lot to me. 

18- Do you write original fiction or create non-fandom art? 

Very rarely, but I do, every so often. This is my favorite original piece.

20-  What other hobbies do you have?

Gaming, singing, walking through the Cemetary with my wee daughter, reading, that's about it 🤷

21 - What’s your favorite emoji? 

🙇

22: BONUS - tell us anything you’d like (if you want to).

I really wanted to say that I don't believe in “good” art and “bad” art (just ethical vs non-ethical). That being said, I know what it's like to hate your art, like soooo intimately. If you ever are feeling shit about your art, you can ABSOLUTELY message me (I don't care if we're mutuals or not, I don't care if we've never interacted before) and just say, “I am feeling shit about my art” and I will go through your art and tell you every specific thing I love about it and why it's wonderful. I am not joking; I am so so serious rn. 💗💗💗💗 

#choices fic writers creations #playchoices #choices stories you play #cfwc creator of the month #oh-so-youre-a-nerd #choices fanart #playchoices fanart #december creator of the month

[chi-the-idiot]

Full credit to @electronicdelusionstarlight 's post on what if the voices stayed with their respective princesses post the ending, as my inspiration for this came from this very idea. (this version goes more off of the idea that after the gods left the voices each were given their own reality to live with, rather than off of the more correct "we leave as mortals" ending)

(also this is probably a completely inaccurate portrayal of The Cold and The Spectre, but please just go with it for now lol. I may change it later)

OK BUT HEAR ME OUT,

The Cold, who wakes up inside the cabin, finally with a body of his own, with the Spectre sitting next to him.

The Spectre, who tries to keep her distance from him and explains what happened with the two gods, and that she can't really explain why he came back to her.

The Cold, much like her, can't explain why they're both there, but since the Narrator isn't around anymore to dictate his life, he decides that it would be too much of a hassle to kill her.

The both of them remain in the cabin together, as there is no civilization around them (does civilization even exist at this point?) and it's better to go insane in company that go insane alone (or at least that's what the Spectre says, the Cold couldn't care less).

The years pass, and they've grown into a common pattern: the Cold wakes up and fiddles around the small house he has fancied for himself in the once old cabin, while the Spectre follows him around, telling him about what she saw outside the window last night, or commenting about what ideas occurred to her for small decorations to "their house", her words, not his (or so he claims, but each time she mentions it, his eyes look softer, and his feathers seem to puff out ever so slightly). Depending on wether the Cold is going to cut some wood or go hunting, the Spectre may tag along or not by possesing his body. If it's the former, she will spend her time looking around for pinecones or pretty flowers, and collecting them inside a small basket. If it's the latter, she will stay at home and make some decorations to their little home using the items collected.

The Cold is quiet, methodical, he never does something if it is redundant to him. The Spectre, however, is (ironically) filled with life, with an appreciation for small details and the nuances of life surrounding her. He never admits it, really, but he appreciates the attempts she makes to make him happy when she can.

It isn't always sunshine and rainbows. As much as she is vivacious she also isn't clueless, and things can get ugly when in a fight. She may also sometimes get a bit mournful about the life she lost, and although she tries not to outright pin the blame on the Cold (she knows the situation was out of their hands and it did bring the gods a happy ending after all), it's difficult to forget his quiet stare as he dug the blade into her chest. She gets quiet on those days, and if confronted about it, its likely a fight will start between them.

But at the end of the day, she chose to let bygones be bygones, and every day he proves to be changing and growing into someone worth forgiving. He never quite stops his frigid ways (he never hesitates when it comes to hunting, which is exactly why she stopped going with him on those trips), but he has started smiling more, and being more reciprocal of her attentions, in his own weird way.

And one night, many years after he first woke up, as he lays on the roof of the cabin watching the stars, her conciousness next to his, he will come to understand why he appeared here after the gods left, oh so long ago now. And he will whisper, a slight tone of wonder in his voice, into the quiet night, so that only she can hear what she thought would remain unsaid for the rest of his days. And she will smile, and the Cold will feel a warmth in his chest that he thought he would never feel, and he will find that he doesn't hate it as much as he thought he would.

"I love you"

#slay the princess #slay the princess spoilers #listen i know this may be weird just hang with me for a second #I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR #and yes death is taken very lightly but listen that's the whole tone of the game #again just roll with it #rewrote this as its own post because i spent too long on this for it to remain unseen lol #I LOVE STOIC WHO FINDS HAPPINESS AND SUNSHINE WHO IS THE CAUSE OF THAT FEELING

[smokeys-house]

So you've seen her around, and maybe you're wondering... What's the deal with Puukko? Who is this mysterious moomin flooding the tags? Or maybe you're just a curious sort. Either way, this post will serve as an updated introduction!

Art by @pink-nubes ❤️

The long story short

She's my moomin oc. I've been writing about her a long while now and if you're reading this you've probably seen some art of her floating around, too!

The longer version

Along the French Riviera, a young moomin girl is raised by two parents of meager status. Her fur is brown and bristly, and she doesn't say much. They call her Pinecone on account of her shape and fur, just until she's old enough to choose a name.

As she got older, she took to working at the docks to help support her mother, who has fallen ill. Sometime after, her father makes his leave, claiming that he'd be back after he struck it rich. He had a plan, but Puukko was never quite sure if he was telling the truth or just couldn't bear to see his wife like this and support a child. He was never seen again, and soon after, her mother passed as well. She took up the name Puukko after apprenticing with a blacksmith at port around this time. She's not sure what drove her to piracy, but she spent the next many years as a pirate during piracy's golden age.

During her adventures, she encounters a young fillyjonk woman named Marion. I won't spoil too much since it's still in the works, but after duelling Marion's father in Marseille for his daughter's freedom from an arranged marriage, she received her classic scar, and earned a name as a pirate figure of legend. Edit: you can now read The Cane King's Daughter & TCKD: A Story for Another Time on my blog and on my ao3!

Marion joined up with the pirate, now known as Captain Whetstone, and spent many years adventuring with her crew. They shared a deep bond, though they never admitted to one another their feelings. Eventually, their reputation would catch up with them, and the king would no longer turn a blind eye to pirates. He issued a proclamation declaring that any and all pirates who surrendered themselves before a certain date were to be given a royal pardon for any crimes committed during their time as pirates, else they be hunted and bounties set upon them. Captain Whetstone, being a particular thorn in the side of the crown, was extended one mercy beyond the pardon that she did not initially accept. Her crew was captured, and Marion along with them, She was to turn herself in or they would all be tried and likely executed. She struck a deal, albeit by force, claiming that any illegal acts committed during the course of "negotiations" would be pardoned alongside her crimes as a pirate.

They sentenced her to punishment by transportation, and had her swear an oath to never board a ship again. She was sent away, and her crew was given their freedom. She found herself in the west, wild as at was at the time, and attempted to make a new life for herself. This was short-lived, and eventually she found herself where she is today.

These days, she's back to calling herself Puukko, and lives in a moominhouse of her own high in the lonely mountains. She plies her trade as a blacksmith, telling stories of the old days and occasionally stopping by down in the valley and elsewhere. She's an old woman now, and rather delights in that fact. She's a little odd and eccentric, but who isn't in moominvalley?

Okay, but why is she brown? Moomin fur is white!

Quite clever, dear reader, and I'm glad you asked! You see, Puukko is a winter creature. A winter moomin, to be specific. What does this mean? Well, you remember this fellow here:

The Ancestor. To my knowledge, they appear in every adaptation of The Moomins (this one's from the 2019 Moominvalley), and I believe every time it's mentioned that they slept in stovepipes. Here's where I diverge from canon and into speculation.

I headcanon that moomins as a species, upon becoming too big to sleep in stovepipes, began sleeping in large huddles to disguise themselves as snow mounds in winter and keep warm. Instead of joining the moominpile as it were, some of them stayed awake during the winter and retained their fluffy brown Ancestor-like fur, but otherwise similarly developed more moomin features. Winter moomins have thick brown fur, are taller and wider than your average moomin, and are ill suited to summer and hot climates. Even though Puukko as a character pre-dates my watching of the 2019 series, I also really like too-tikki's description and characterization of winter creatures during the ancestor episode.

Why does her name mean "knife?"

The knife part is simple. Most folks in the valley are named after what they are, or are known for what they do. A "puukko" is a kind of Finnish general purpose knife, and I thought it well suited her character as well as fit the theme for her pirate name, Captain Whetstone. Which also has a reason, but you should read my stories to find that one out!

When I was first designing her and thinking up stories, I was watching through the 90s Moomin series again, and I had begun collecting screencaps of all the knives. Lots of folks in the valley have them in the 90s series, and they all look well made but handcrafted.

And so I figured my OC would be a blacksmith. She's the one responsible for making all the pretty little knives in Moominvalley! From there on I tried my best to suit her to canon, but at the time I had only seen the 90s series and the Riviera movie. She's grown and changed over time, and I've written lots of things about her!

That's all, folks!

Thanks for reading! If you're curious about her, or have any other questions, or just have something to say, please feel free to reach out! My ask box is always open, and anonymous asks are always on. I love talking about Puukko, and I love talking about moomins in general. It's one of my biggest passions! There's a tag directory in my pinned post (which is probably how you got here if you're not seeing this in the tag or in your dashboard feed) which should lead you to art of her (simply tagged "puukko"), stories of her (tagged "whetstone's whispers), and other information (tagged "capitan's cabin").

❤️❤️❤️

#smokey talks #moomins #moomin oc #what's the deal with Puukko? #puukko

[epithet-beloved]

Hello, me again!!

I was just busy doing homework when I started thinking about epithet characters (who am I kidding, I think about them all the time LMAO). And then Sheriff Gorou just popped up in my head and then WOAH BIG BRAIN MOMENT!! What if he was friends with a prisoner reader? They can eat donuts and drink pinecones together :)

Hope you all have a great day/evening!!

-Ryan

HANGING OUT

synopsis… hanging out with sheriff gorou

ft. sheriff gorou

tags… platonic, fluff, nothing much happens you just hang out

word count… 662

a/n… I LIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FOR A LITTLE BIT. BEEN INCREDIBLY BUSY WITH ASSIGNMENTS BUT IPAD IS OUT OF BATTERY RIGHT NOW SO I'M WRITING THIS WHILE IT RECHARGES. ENJOY THE GOOFY ✧ 🦇

“So, how do you drink these?”

“I don’t know! But it’s the only drink we have here in Redwood Run!”

“... And the well?”

“Oh! It’s completely dry!”

Sheriff Gorou’s hearty laugh echoed in the small cabin he had made his headquarters in the city in the middle of the woods. You stood behind some not-very-sturdy metal bars with a pinecone in your hands, a straw had been jammed in the thing. Gorou had brought it for you from the tavern when you had asked him to bring you a drink to share. He had a pinecone of his own, and he was unsuccessfully trying to try from the straw stuck in it.

You watched him with an amused smile from your spot in the cabin, jumping slightly when he handed you a donut from the box that rested on his desk.

“Here!” He stated with an enthusiastic tone, “Can’t have a drink without a snack!” He smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but let out a small, amused giggle as you took the sweet treat from his hands, “Why thank you.”

Somehow, Gorou managed to have a box of fresh donuts on his desk every morning. You weren’t quite sure where they came from, as the old man from the tavern didn’t seem like someone who’d take interest in baking, and Redwood Run didn’t quite have a bakery. You wondered if he had lied to you about his epithet (that, of course, he had told you about straight away), and it was actually “Donut” instead of “Bluster”, and it let him have a fresh box of the things every morning. They were incredibly tasty and somehow still a bit warm- but this wasn’t surprising, despite being in the middle of the woods, the clearing Redwood Run found itself in was often subject to the light of the high sun, making everything in the small city and its houses warm. It was like the city was stuck at the high noon of a western movie.

And if that was the aesthetic it was going for, Sheriff Gorou stuck out like a sore thumb, with his bright ginger hair and beard, the latter adorned with all sorts of sprinkles, and his happy go lucky attitude; everyone in the city was a criminal, after all! Even you! Why do you think you were hanging out in the sheriff’s cabin, behind the bars of the only cell in the entire town? He didn’t even catch you himself- you turned yourself in! You just felt a little bad that he never seemed to be able to do his job right.

But life in that single cell ended up not being so bad.

Gorou was a nice guy to be around, and you never got bored hearing his repeated stories or watching him gift guns to whoever stepped inside the cabin, even if they did so by accident.

“That guy over there seems new,” You commented after taking a bite of your donut and gesturing to someone outside with a nod. Gorou turned in the direction you pointed to, and he noticed a Banzai Blaster that seemed to be quite lost.

“He does!” He commented,

“Do you think I should go give him a gun? As a welcome gift?”

“Nah, I wanna see how long he goes without one. Also, he didn’t come in here.”

“Hmm… You’re right!”

Gorou shrugged and smiled as he leaned back in his chair, trying to prop his feet up on the desk, but failing and almost falling backwards. You couldn’t help but snicker as he regained his balance and composure, his cheeks red from embarrassment for almost falling like that in front of you.

“Aw, come on,” You cooed with a smile “You’ll be able to do it someday. I believe in ya, sheriff.”

Gorou gained his big smile again, his round cheeks peeking from under his beard.

“Why thank ya! You’re the nicest inmate I’ve ever had! And the only one!”

#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 request ! #epithet erased imagines #epithet erased #epithet erased x reader #🦇's writings #sheriff gorou ee #epithet erased gorou

[arkiwii]

Arknights (duh) 19, Saria/Silence 4, Kafka 6!

alright alright rubbing hands together

Fandom (19)

It's pretty hard to think about a behind-the-scenes trivia, but if I have to give an interesting one, I heard from a friend (so my sources may suck) that Lowlight left Girls Frontline because of the character treatment being awful. If that's the case, my thoughts on it are that I think this is a really positive thing to consider for Arknights, and why I find most character extremely attaching or interesting. I just think it gives hope for the evolution of the characters in the future, if this goal is still in sight

Ship (4)

The entirety of Rhine Lab, whassup /j

For real, I'd say some other characters in Rhine Lab may have picked it up - first of all Lammy and Albert. We forget about these two but they're simply just loveable. I'd say they pretty much saw the chimestry, which is also why their first thought when Silence asked for help was to ask if she asked Saria before. And they both sound like those friends who would do the little funny tricks to force these two together

A sad one I think about is Parvis. I mean c'mon, this guy is so homophobic. He probably saw that there was something going on which is the main reason he cut Silence from seeing Saria again. Aka this bitch just decided to ruin it all (and succeeded)

Muelsyse, of course. She doesn't know Silence or even interacted with her, but THIS BONUS CHAPTER, when she looks at Saria's feather when she asks if coffee candies can help a Liberi's sleep schedule. This look of 🏳️‍🌈? She definitely went like "hold up", I think about it everyday

I'm really unable to tell if Ptilopsis would or not have picked it. It took her a moment to actually consider Silence as a friend? At least she only did so when they were in Rhodes Island? (When she "updates" her relationship with Silence as "friends" in her Operator Record) It just makes me wonder how easily she can understand relations with people, I wouldn't be surprised if she struggled to, but also I like to think that she guessed the strong familial bond between the three of them.

Character (6)

KAFKA!!

Oh boy, I have yet seen the fanfics in the Kafka tag on AO3, you just reminded me. I have read some already but not really looked into it

I just checked, most of them are rated E or have Kafka as just a cameo. I don't wanna read the horrors

BUT an AU I'd love to read about her mmmhh... I'd love a Fantasy AU, mostly because Rhine Lab has a LOT of Fantasy AU potential, Dorothy's skin speaks for me on that one. Having Kafka as some kind of thief or something in the like...

Another one would be if she never met Silence. What would have happened? We know she already knew Pinecone, maybe she would hang out around her, or maybe she would have gotten worse...

And a last one that almost got canon, Rhine Lab Kafka! I have no idea what she would do because I doubt she has any scientific knowledge, but Silence once proposed her the idea - what would have happened?

But regardless we need more Kafka fics in general, please give love and attention to my little bird - and I should write a cool one about her, maybe just going freeform about her past in Columbia, it would be cute,,

#arknights #olivia silence #saria #kafka arknights #ask game #askiwi

[blorbologist]

perc'ahlia touch prompt 29?

TECHNICALLY not airplane saga bc I just got home, BUT! I'll tag these as airplane saga as I keep workin through them <3

Also thank u @burr-ell for the spark of inspo to treat myself to some fluff after this long ass weekend

29. tickling the other one

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It starts as nothing - Vax pokes her in the side as he reaches for the marshmallows, and Vex shrieks. And it’s a little difficult for Percy to not notice, really, when she jumps clear off the folding chair and laughs like cricketsong. 

“Vax, you fuck!” she giggles, half-crouched over her flank, her hotdog-adorned poker waving around to protect it. 

And perhaps Percy does not get in on the betting with Scanlan and Keyleth as the twins have at eachother, stick clashing with warmed metal to hiss and snap in the air between them, the smoke dancing around their gleeful violence. Perhaps he does not take the time to explain to Tary that this is what normal siblings do, you poor thing, or assure Keyleth that no this is absolutely not safe and no, that is exactly why he will not be intervening. 

In the end it’s Vex that disarms her brother - obviously, she was wielding smoldering mystery meat and a hot poker. She stabs her weapon into the dirt and gets to tickling Vax with a vengeance, until he shrieks just as shrill as she had and wiggles a touch too close to the fire in his attempts to escape. Grog pries them apart, then. Trinket makes off with Vex’s mangled sausage.

A lot happens, around that dying bonfire - to the point the swordfighting twins is only a footnote. 

Korrin had needed to burn brush and old oaks that had fallen over the winter - thus, the first damp day of early summer Keyleth had gathered them all with the offer of booze, s'mores and sausages to help get the pile together, watch it burn bright and devastating, and then enjoy its glowing ruin. 

So Grog had almost single-handedly forced a leaning dead pine to kneel -  Keyleth’s antler circlet had gotten stuck in some low-hanging branches - Tary had tried to prove he could, in fact, climb a tree, and to everyone’s surprise he did actually figure it out, only to need help getting back down. 

It’s definitely a fun morning of chores, a lazy afternoon shooting the shit, and a cozy evening, now, around the bed of embers broken by that pine’s seething remains. 

That little swordfight sticks (lovely pun) out to Percy.

Well, not so much the display of terrible form his old instructors would bemoan. But the inciting incident. 

Vex is ticklish. Outrageously so.

And it seems she’s reminded of this, for the rest of the night. Her eyes dart back and forth whenever someone approaches, however innocently, a gleam of teeth a touch too wild. Like she might bolt into the woods, her path unhindered thanks to their work. She leans, just a touch, to protect her sides, tucks her sawdust-speckled flannel closer and tightens the arms of her denim jacket around her waist. 

Percival, it should be noted, grew up with six siblings.

He is very, very good at getting past even the best guard for the sake of a good laugh. 

And maybe he’s never heard something quite so delicate from Vex. No, delicate is the wrong word - brutal, instead, in its joy, something she couldn’t hold back if she tried. 

(She tries, always, to hold so much back. Even just a little, often, out of habit. He knows - he does it too.)

Percy bides his time. 

There’s truth or dare, and an attempt at replicating beerpong with pinecones and the bed of coals, and Vax swipes Percy’s glasses to he and Grog can try to look at minnows in the creek with them (Percy will not give them the excuse of being very inebriated). 

Percy has to muck around in the riverrocks and mud for his spectacles, finding them with his feet and emerging soaked. Pike and Vex wolfwhistle - he thanks his adoring audience by wringing out his shirt over their heads before leaving it to dry by the fire. 

Okay, maybe he forgets about his little plan from time to time. He brought his whiskey with him - between its silky bite and the beer he’s been mouthing, Percy is maybe not the most sober of the group. That might be Grog, just by virtue of his size - if not him then Tary. 

Korrin bid them good night before it was night at all, clearly not wanting to infringe on their fun. Vax drags Keyleth to bed after she leans far enough forward her hair starts to smoke. Scanlan dares Pike to carry him to bed and she’s too plastered to decline the challenge, tossing him into his sleeping bag with a roar before stomping off to her own. Grog and Tary vanish sometime, too. Even Trinket is just about tuckered out, dozing beside the designated seating log (spared of the fire for a cool knot in the trunk).

It takes Percy longer than he would admit to realize it’s just him and Vex left. 

To be completely fair, she’s good conversation - it just flows. White water one moment, rapids, rapid and quick-witted, to curl into languid eddies and sandbars another, pooling in silences. 

The debate about the state of the film industry had started while they still had company - they might have gone to bed sometime before Vex’s enthusiastic argument for trees potentially having personalities. Or maybe after Percy rattled on about his latest pet project - tried his hand a cuckoo clock, to mixed results so far - and Vex just watched and nodded and leaned and leaned and leaned in to ask her questions, and - and where was he?

It takes him until roughly this point to remember he’d wanted to tickle her. 

Unfortunately, she’s bundled up against the encroaching chill you only find in a summertime woodland - a coarse blanket Korrin had tossed them all earlier folded around her as wings. 

“Would you mind sharing?” Percy asks. Rubs his hands up and down his arms at Vex’s curious look. “Will catch something at this rate, after my little dip.”

Percy is fairly certain that boozy Percy is the most strikingly brilliant Percy to have ever Percy’d.

Vex snorts, unfurling the blanket to invite him closer. “Poor you,” she teases, dramatically . “You’ll catch your death without me.”

“I’ve certainly caught something,” he says, blithe, and before Vex can do something his hands have snaked around her waist to dance and dance and dance. No foreplay with the silly pokes or threat of tickles - oh no, Percy is going straight for the kill.

And, well, maybe he gets it, because Vex shrieks in his ear and he perhaps regrets most of this when she elbows him on reflex just below the ribs. 

“Stubby?” Vax, raising his voice, raspy with sleep and fear. “Is everything alright?”

He doesn’t direct this to Percy, who is objectively the one who is not alright here, clutching his abdomen and leaning his head to Vex’s shoulder as he catches his breath. She’s cackling in victory, the vixen. 

“Peachy!” Vex replies, voice a ditty. “Percy’s just being a little shit.”

“I am not,” he huffs. Wheezes, probably, but he would like to maintain his dignity and shall insist it was a huff. “I’m a man of science, and I - I have the hypothesis that you don’t really laugh enough.”

Vex’s brows furrow. “I laugh all the time-”

“Really laugh,” Percy emphasizes. “The sort - you know, no holding -”

- Back, he would have said, except she’s turned the tables on him and is assaulting his flanks. Hells, she’s even bolder and slips a hand under the shirt he borrowed from Vax to tickle the skin there. 

Percy yelps, scrabbling to get away even as laughter boils over into a foamy laugh of his own. Vex’s joins in, triumphant, until his wiggling ends up toppling them both over, ass over teakettle, into the leaflitter. Percy takes the opportunity to retaliate, hands soft claws attacking the sliver of skin he finds over her jeans. The muscles jump and Vex cackles harder, rolling into a ball which he pokes apart, which she uses to find an opening and tickle him in turn.

“Forfeit!”

“Fuck no!”

(It does not matter who says which - both swap and repeat the words so often Percy quickly loses track.)

They’re breathless and crusted with leaves and Percy’s sides fucking hurt and so does his face from laughing, and he’s pretty sure Pike’s told them to quiet down twice but he can’t stop and frankly he’s not sure he would if he could, because oh he’s drunk, yes, but he’ll attribute the floating state of his heart to being tipsy tasting Vex’s laugh - so close yet so far. 

Huh. Now, when did that happen?

Not sure - sometime before now, when he’s finally got a hold on her, grabbing both her arms - effectively putting an end to their war of attrition. 

“Got you-”

- Only, nope, she’s gone - slipped clear of the snare of his arms.

And then she’s back, but shoving him face-first into the mulch, a twig dragging over his glasses. 

“Sorry, darling,” Vex says, with both a genuine wince and a sincere satisfaction. “Comfortable down there? I hope you didn’t get a mouthful of gross.”

Percy spits out some crumbled leaf on principle. 

“Forfeit?” she repeats, from between his shoulderblades, with one last ghost of her knuckles over his sides. It’s a little hard to laugh, half-crushed into the forest floor, but somehow Vex manages to draw it from Percy all the same. 

When he feebly rocks back and forth, trying to get free, Vex adds, lightly, “I could call Trinket over to lick your face. You’re so lucky he’s slept through all this fun so far.”

“Fine,” he snickers. “Fine! Let me up, dear.”

“Hm, nah,” she decides. “I like my prize.”

Something’s happening to his hair. It takes Percy a moment to place the sensation of Vex sprinkling leaves and bits of fern into his hair like confetti.

“Not the hair,” he groans, thumping his forehead into the ground. The sound is not as satisfying as he would have hoped. “Cruel woman, leave the hair out of it.”

“Only because you ask so nicely,” Vex snarks, and - 

Oh.

And she cards her fingers through his hair, combing free her celebratory mischief, and everything takes on an entirely new angle for Percy.

“Vex, darling,” he hums, strains to get the sound out a timber above a growl, “please let me up?”

Percy would bet good money she taps at her lip in playful thought before she responds, “No. I told you, Percival - I like my prize.”

“Ah,” says Percy. “Quite enlightening.”

The dying fire pops, shudders as the remaining logs tumble inward on eachother. Pulled together, pulled down, pulled in. Not melting to the heat but made fallible by it. There’s certainly a second meaning in that pile of embers and coal. Are they anything but embers and coal?

Percy’s certainly a fire of Vex’s making, now - a nice burn to his muscles from their war, a nice burn to his belly from the alcohol, a nice burn to his heart flaring hopeful and flickering at the thought - 

Percy swallows. He hears Vex echo it, faintly. 

“Darling,” he says, “I could stay down here. But, ah - I would really appreciate the opportunity to look at my captor.”

Just to know. The thought - the possibility - it’s very effective at sobering Percy right up. And he wants to see because if he sees he will know and then he could - he will know.

Vex shrugs, turns the movement into a shift of her hips. It takes some wiggling, and a root digs into Percy’s back, but he’s looking up at her, now. Which is, wow, certainly an improvement. Her braid is in the process of turning into many snakes, a Medusa of their making, sprouting twigs too. There’s a smear of marshmallow on her hand, pinning his chest, and streaks of soot on her forehead where she keeps brushing away her hair.

She’s straddling his hips, which is - it’s just - completely unfair, Vex’ahlia.

It looks like she knows it, which. Well. Still a dirty trick, but one that means something. 

“Vex’ahlia? Dear?”

“Hm?” It comes out a little shrill. 

“I - hm.” Percy frowns. It feels wrong after smiling so much. “I think I’ve lost all the words I had in mind somewhere in the leaflitter, so. Simple: I am stupidly in love with you, and would love to kiss you right about now.”

Vex laughs - not quite the sort she’s been generous with this evening, drawn forth involuntarily, but a cousin. Buried in the same family lot - sudden and rare and real. No added sugar, no preservatives, plucked straight from the wilds of her heart. 

“Ask again.”

Percy blinks, thoroughly confused and suddenly terrified by the forest sprite sitting on - oh gods. “May I kiss you?”

“No,” Vex repeats, a breath breathed a breath away and Percy is going to die, here, of humiliation or torment or both - 

Oh. 

Ah. Vixen.

No, he could not kiss her - because she would kiss him.

It’s a gods-awful kiss. Practically speaking - Vex’s lips are sticky with marshmallows and Percy’s fairly sure she can taste half the undergrowth on his mouth. The angle is mathematically impossible - surely, if Percy could just do the numbers. His throat is sore from the smoke and everything feels a touch numb from the giggling.

But it’s Vex, and his burned, burning little heart spins every detail into a fairy tale and he can’t help but lean up and in and hope she keeps him as her prize forever, carries him home like a stuffed bear at a fairground. Or, no, she’s not nearly strong enough for her, but has anyone considered the devotion a prize would give its winner?

He’s so fucking in love with her it makes him stupid and for once in his life Percy cannot mind being the fool.

It’s illogical and it’s amazing.

One tiny, innocuous detail:

Percy is, not above all else but above a fair few things, a little shit.

So when he feels Vex smile and lean her weight into him, licking into his mouth, hands sliding into his shirt, he brushes his knuckles to the skin just above her hips.

She laughs, startled, throws her head back so fast she knocks into his nose - comes back in just as quickly to bite his lip in retaliation. 

Pairs it with a tickle of her hand against his neck, which - fuck, that’s his weak spot and Percy makes a sound he will refuse forevermore to describe. 

And the rest of Vox Machina will struggle to describe, because oh, yes, they’re all in tents not ten feet away.

“What the fuck are you two up to?” Scanlan hollers. “Is it finally happening?”

“What’s finally - nope, nevermind, good fucking night!” Vax wails.

“It’s peachy,” Percy mutters in a silly smack to Vex’s cheek, and she laughs even louder.

#critical role #cr fic #critical role fanfiction #perc'ahlia #percahlia #cr vex #vex'ahlia #percy de rolo #cr percy #ask game #airplane saga #written in one sitting YEEHAW ENJOY this was so much fun #projecting my country kid experience - dad would have us clean parts of the woods every year #my writing

[coffeedrgn87]

December 19th Drarry Drabble: "Christmas Wreath"

Parts 1, 2, and 3 are available here.

Tags: Ron makes wreaths while Harry drinks tea and complains, Ron thinks Draco is cool, Harry has yet to learn that lesson, let's hope the mistletoe teaches him, this is getting out of hand, help a coffeedragon who doesn't know what they are doing, how did this drabble business turn into a multi-chapter, where did I go wrong, also this is still fluff, Harry's got confused feelings, Ron's a really good mate

If there was one constant thing about Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, it was the messiness of the backroom with its long wooden table that held a wide array of George’s latest projects. A stack of lumber piled on the floor next to the crackling fireplace, and unevenly high shelves practically overflowed with various tools.

Ron’s obsession with repurposing old coffee tins meant that most items were stored in non-described containers. As far as safety measures went, George (as the primary owner of the store) wasn’t entirely compliant, but because he kept volatile magical ingredients locked in a safe, Harry generally turned a blind eye. That and he trusted Ron to keep an eye on his older brother. As a former Auror, Ron saw it as his duty to ensure things at the back of the shop did not descend into complete chaos.

These days, and with Christmas only days away, the workroom was messier than usual, with magical and Muggle tools lying everywhere. An old milk crate filled with Muggle spray paint had claimed an entire chair, and the floor was covered in a fine sheen of gritty sawdust, blobs of colour, and twists of metal shavings. The fireplace kept the room nice and toasty, and the smell of sweet, spicy cinnamon clung to the air. Molly had dropped off a large tray of freshly decorated baked sugar cookies, and Harry was particularly obsessed with the Christmas tree ones; they tasted heavenly.

As he munched on his fourth cookie, Harry watched Ron expertly bend a cedar tree clipping until the tip overlapped the cut end and wind a floral wire tipped with red berries around the two ends to secure it. He wrapped the wire around the wreath until all the little leaves were neatly tucked in and then reached for his wand to use severing charms to trim the edges and create a nice round form.

As the last step, Ron used permanent sticky charms to decorate the miniature Christmas wreath with seed heads and tiny pinecones. Harry had made several attempts to help, but after seventeen failed attempts, he’d concluded that his fingers weren’t nimble enough for the task. As a result, Ron did all the work while Harry warmed his hands on a large mug of piping hot Earl Grey.

“Tell me again why you’re making all these?” he asked, lips brushing against the rim of his mug as he spoke.

“Decorations for December owl orders. Thought it would be a nice touch, something special just in time for Christmas.”

“Ah,” Harry nodded, admiring the wreath Ron had just finished. It had a woodsy smell, a bit prickly, herbal and spicy, and somewhat earthy. It complimented the sharp, sweet smell of the tiny pines. It intermingled with wafts of treacly floral and zesty orange tartness from Harry’s Earl Grey and promptly reminded him of his consultation with Malfoy. It had gone reasonably well because neither of them had raised their voice, and Harry hadn’t felt the need to hex Malfoy into another century. 

“Ron.”

“Hmm.”

“Malfoy asked me for a memory of myself. Something private, a bit intimate, personal.”

Ron looked up from his work. His blue eyes twinkled with a smile. It instantly reminded Harry of Malfoy and the easy way he’d smiled and laughed throughout their session. His stomach swooped, and he felt his heart skip a beat. How could his best mate and Malfoy possibly have such similar mannerisms? And how had he never realised this before? Merlin knew, back at Hogwarts, he’d paid more than enough attention to Malfoy.

Or was it that he’d been so obsessed with Malfoy that he’d never really paid attention to Ron? And what about the last decade? He and Ron saw each other on a near-daily basis, and while Harry had long since come to the conclusion that gender did not matter to him when it came to his choice of partner, he knew for a fact that Ron’s goofy smile and his soft, sweet blue eyes did not warrant stomach swoops, butterflies, and a skipping heartbeat.

He and Ron were close; over the years, they’d done a lot of stupid shit, but Harry had never felt attracted to Ron before. In fact, he was one hundred per cent sure he wasn’t attracted to Ron. Surely, this damned cursed mistletoe didn’t have the power to trick him into believing that he had feelings for his best friend? Then again, Malfoy’s precursory examination of the mistletoe’s magic did suggest it was somehow linked to emotions, though he’d also clearly stated that he needed more data to make a definite decision.

“So give it to him,” he said with an easy shrug, then continued to make yet another wreath.

“Just like that?” Harry asked, a deep frown etched on his forehead.

Ron put the cedar tree clipping down and straightening up; he stretched a little to relax his shoulder muscles.

“I doubt Draco’s got anything nefarious in mind, Harry.”

Harry swallowed a sigh.

“Draco, is it now?”

Ron grinned.

“I can revert to ferret if it makes you more comfortable?”

The question made Harry laugh, but when a tiny piece of cookie lodged itself in his windpipe, he promptly started coughing. With watering eyes, he reached for his tea, took several careful sips, and cleared his throat.

“OK there, mate?”

Harry nodded.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he said, sounding a little hoarse.

Ron smiled at him. He picked up the cedar wood clipping again. Within two minutes, he’d fashioned another wreath, and as he attached a tiny pine cone to the bottom centre, Harry forced himself to swallow a sigh.

“I— Look, I know I’m being silly, but—”

Ron chuckled softly.

“Do you want to get rid of that blasted mistletoe?”

This time, Harry didn’t swallow the sigh. As he let it out, he picked on the hem of his shirtsleeve, toying with a loose thread he’d found.

“More than anything, it’s just not funny anymore.”

“Then I suggest you get over your aversion to working with Draco and let him help you. He’s the best in the field. A bit of trust in him would go a long way, Harry.”

Harry, feeling like a child who had just been reprimanded, ground his teeth together.

“It’s not that I don’t trust him; I just— I don’t know what to make of him. Perhaps it’s the mistletoe starting to affect me, but— I’m out of my depth.”

“Fastest way to solve that problem is letting Draco fix you.”

“You’re not even going to give me an inch?”

Ron laughed.

“Mate, not when you’re being ridiculous. Besides, you showed me the memory of your consultation. He was nothing but polite and professional. In fact, if you ask me, I think he went out of his way to try and make you feel comfortable.”

Harry looked at Ron with a pinched expression.

“He’s up to something,” he grumbled.

Ron burst into laughter.

“Oh, come on, mate, I knew it. I was waiting for that line. Get over it; Draco isn’t up to anything. Let him help you. Bill tried his best, but he doesn’t have a solution for you. Hermione’s had her nose stuck in tomes about ancient magic for the past fortnight, and while I find her thirst for knowledge delectable, I’d like my wife back if it’s all the same to you.”

Harry pulled a face.

“Who are you, and what have you done with my best mate?” he asked, feeling the tender beginnings of an annoying tension headache making itself known. He cast his gaze up at the mistletoe and scowled at it.

“Fine, I’m an idiot,” he admitted grudgingly.

“While you can be a bit of a dork sometimes, I wouldn’t quite go that far. Just work with him; let him fix you up. I get that giving him access to your private memory is weird, but that’s why he asked for a pensieve memory. He’s got no interest in rummaging around your mind. If you ask me, that’s mighty respectful of him. He just wants what he needs to do his job and is considering your boundaries while doing so. Besides, sure he’s asked for something personal, but it’s not like he wants to watch you rub one out. If I understood him correctly, a meaningful conversation with someone you care about would do the trick.”

Harry grumbled under his breath but nodded in silent agreement. Ron had an undeniable point, and the last Harry wanted was to pick a fight with his best friend.

“If only I could give him this conversation,” he said with a soft sigh.

Ron chuckled.

“Pre-mistletoe, mate, pre-mistletoe.”

Harry rolled his eyes.

“Don’t remind me. Also, you deserve a bludger to the head for that wanking comment.”

Ron grinned. His eyes sparkled with pure mischief.

“You know, Harry, I’ll do you one better. Go home and have a wank; you’re far too cranky to be good company for anyone.”

Glaring at Ron, Harry waved his hand and hurled a stinging hex in his friend’s general direction. Ron, who had his wand in his hand, swished it to redirect the spell. It flew directly into the fireplace, and the flames hissed, sputtered and temporarily burnt bright red.

“You seem to forget that we both went through the same Auror training, mate,” Ron laughed. “Just because I work with George now doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten all I learnt.”

“Pest.”

“Ah, I love you, too, mate.”

Harry shot Ron a dirty look, then picked up his mug and finished his tea.

“I’ll leave you to your wreaths.”

Ron poked his tongue out at him.

“Take one with you as a reminder of this conversation.”

“Don’t make me try and hex you again.”

“You just failed; I doubt you’ll succeed on your second try.”

“Like I said, pest.”

“Ah, go home, darling. Your right hand misses ya.”

“I honestly can’t decide who’s worse, you or Malfoy.”

“Likely neither of us, but as always, you’ll have to come to that conclusion yourself. Grab one of the saucy dream potions on the way out; it’s on the house.”

Rolling his eyes at Ron, Harry got up and stretched his limbs.

“Menace,” he grumbled, then stalked over to the fireplace and disappeared in a flourish of green dust.

#drarry #drarry drabble #drarry fic #drarry fanfiction #drarry fanfic #drarry fandom #drarry fluff #harry/draco #harry x draco #harry potter/draco malfoy #harry potter x draco malfoy #draco/harry #draco x harry #draco malfoy/harry potter #draco malfoy x harry potter #hpdm #dmhp #coffeedragon writes #december prompts #day 19

[inner-space-oddity]

Hi, Mint!

My questions for you from the list are: leaves squash jack-o-lantern pinecone https://at.tumblr.com/eclec-tech/heads-up-moots-im-going-to-be-attacking-a-few/9bgcjdez5rhk

Oh, hi, Owl!! Thanks so much for tagging me ^-^

Leaves (If you were in a zombie apocalypse, what would be your weapon of choice?):

Probably a pistol. I'm not very good with weapons IRL, but I did a shoot-don't-shoot training recently and was pretty good after I figured out how to aim. Also, they are small and compact, and they look sexy af in a holster. B)

Squash (Are there any traditions you participate in during this time of year?):

There are not! I used to go trick-or-treating every year, but now I'm in college and have no one to go with/I'm "ToO oLd." I also used to do Wiccan new year rituals, but I am no longer Wiccan.

Jack-o-lantern (Do you get scared easily? why or why not?):

I do! I'm pretty jumpy and easily startled in general, and I think that mostly stems from my PTSD, but that doesn't bother me too much. I also have little propensity for paying attention to my surroundings, so if anything catches me unawares, I will definitely make a Very Unmanly sound. I do like horror movies, though! I'm an adrenaline junkie.

Pinecone (What's the scariest horror game you've ever played?):

I don't usually play horror games because of money and time, but I really love the Cube Escape/Rusty Lake series. The scariest is probably Case 23 or Seasons, but other notable ones include The White Door and Birthday.

#blorbos from my discord servers #ask game

[littlegalerion]

Ten Characters, Ten Fandoms, Ten Tags

I was tagged by @sheirukitriesfandom ! Thanks!

1.) Vanus Galerion (Elder Scrolls Online)

Picking just one character from that game is so hard. Abnur Tharn was an extremely close second, but Vanus took the cake. I don't really know how to explain why he is always top dog without getting too personal, but he made a really difficult time in my life bearable, which means a lot when you're only half alive.

2.) Varric Tethras (Dragon Age 2)

Yeah, everybody loves Varric. I mean how can't you? He is either that supportive best friend you always wanted or he is the reminder of who you always strive to be. Plus this poor child... If you've never taken the chance to properly look up his past, sit down and have a read. He deserves all the happiness in the world.

3.) Wrex (Mass Effect)

I love him. I just absolutely adore him. Everyone says Garrus is the ultimate best friend or romantic option to Shepherd- no, it's Wrex. I will die on that hill.

4.) Abel Nightroad (Trinity Blood)

Abel...did the same for me as Vanus did, and the entire series as a whole is just fantastic. Sadly its a very broken series. The anime is only ok, the manga was never finished in English officially (to my knowledge anyway), but the Light Novels are the BEST way to go, yet they are very underrated and unknown to most.

5.) Dionysus or Mr. D (Percy Jackson)

Honestly wasn't sure if I should include him but then remembered my own wedding invitations featured me holding a staff with a flaming pinecone on top because of him. My Olympian parent in the PJO universe, I ended up reading the series as an adult and around the time my therapy sessions and medicine started to sink in- Mr. D's handle on mental illness just really spoke to me. Plus he's hilarious. If you work in any sort of educational program with kids, you'll understand.

6.) Makos (Neverwinter MMO)

I just think he's neat. Can't wait to see what the future has in store for him, no matter how badly it rips apart my or my cleric's hearts.

7.) Halsin (Baldurs Gate 3)

This man doesn't even have a fully developed story yet, we only know scraps about his past from datamined audio which could be cut and scrapped anyway, and I haven't even played the game. But you ever watch gameplay, see a character, and instantly it just clicked with them? That's Halsin for me.

8.) Crookedstar (Warrior Cats Saga)

Get ready to get punched in the gut by pre-teen years lived in 2010 era! Loved this series as a kid and still do- not the current version, but the original four arcs are still perfection. Crookedstar has always been my favorite. His Special Edition novel is a great read! Don't want to say too much and spoil it.

9.) Starscream (Transformers IDW Comics)

Maturing is growing up and reading the Transformers Comics, after years of the great cartoons. Always loved Starscream for just how terrible he was, but then you read the comics and see just what drove him there and the constant mental hell he lives in now... I'll always love you, Scream.

10.) Aslan (Chronicles of Narnia)

I don't understand why I'd need to explain this. It's Jesus' fursona- why wouldn't I love Him. Plus the books....oh the books are so good.

Well that was fun!

I tag @foxyhearts @godlessbroadcast and anybody else who wants to do this! (I don't have enough for ten tags...)

#vanus galerion #varric thetras #urdnot wrex #abel nightroad #dionysus pjo #makos #halsin #crookedstar #starscream #aslan #and before people get upset about 'jesus' fursona'- Im christian #ive literally preached sermons before as well as taught and managed vbs #that is no slight towards our God so relax

[jaythegay112]

honestly, just some camp camp photos for y’all

#camp camp #cc david #cc daniel #cc davey #cc nikki #cc max #camp camp david #camp cambell #idfk what im doing #pinecones #why did i tag pinecones #who knows

[bukojuiice]

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ZHONGLI:

– Zhongli would be a very chill study partner. He will always keep his cool and focus, never letting his attention stray away from less trivial things. If he can focus, he’ll focus. There’s always this sense of comfort surrounding him that brightens up your mood and productivity. The both of you are sat in this long table, papers, books, and cute matching pencils are sprawled about. You lean your head on his shoulder, as he serenades you with his deep and butter voice, explaining all the formulas to you. Being able to study in peace and quiet with him is always a blissful experience. He never fails to brew you green tea (as it helps the brain function) even if that meant going down to the kitchen at 2 in the morning. He always brings a small humidifier and some essential oils with him that can help brighten up the study mood and that emits a wafting vanilla pinecone scent to keep you happy. (He’s just fancy like that.) When he doesn’t understand the concepts right away, he’d turn to you, his sharp amber eyes gazing at yours with nothing but innocent and love, and asks: “(Y/N)... what reference is this supposed to be? pepe the frog? kermit the frog? here come dat boi? aren’t they all just amphibians? what are the differences between them? I am very intrigued.”

CHILDE:

  – Childe loves a challenge. An academic challenge. He loves the thrill of finishing school works the night before the deadline, he loves studying for a pop quiz twenty minutes before the bell rings, and most importantly, he loves to pretend he doesn’t know how to solve point a to point b if that means getting to spend time with you as you tutor him on how to do so. He’s at the top of the class, He’s popular and friendly, He’s the captain of the Archery Team, and one of the vice council members of the Fatui Club. But, no other title will ever come close to being your study buddy. You and Childe always chill on the bed whenever you study. Especially when the both of you have the sudden urge to just laze around. Well, it is the wee hours of the night, so just lounging around and trying to resist the urge of sleep is pretty understandable. Sometimes, the two of you would take power naps in between study sessions. This meant cuddle times! Childe will always cuddle with you, (he’s the big spoon and you are the smol spoon) and often times you would be immersed into your textbook while he’s scrolling through his phone and looking for some of the current and popular memes. He’d poke you on the cheek and show you what he’s found. It was quite annoying sometimes and you would reprimand him for it, but it never fails to make you laugh. You jokingly suggested one time that the two of you sneak in the library after closing hours, and your chaotic boyfriend turns to you with the biggest smirk plastered on his face. “Let’s do it baby. I know the law.”

DILUC:

–You and Diluc are the cutest pair of night owls. So, studying late at night is never a problem with him because with the help of each other, the both of you are unstoppable. An actual power couple. Batman and his love interest who? I only know (Y/N) and Diluc. Mondstadt University should be giving you the title of #NoSleepGang for the “Campus Cuties” awards because the two of you are able to ace every test still despite lack of sleep.  You and Diluc are very very organized. The both of you own matching couple planners (that the both of you had gifted to each for Christmas) and have your entire study schedule planned out already. Since the two of you prefer to study at night, your dates are usually done during the day. Which meant never having to worry about the upcoming finals whilst you’re at a cute little café with him. The both of you have respective desks whenever you study together, but you never fail to gaze at your crimson-haired boyfriend with the cutest pout and biggest puppy eyes. He always gives in and next thing you know, your swivel chairs are practically glued next to each other and the both of you are cuddling in your seats. One thing that Diluc never fails to do is pamper you with comfort food or little gifts that you love after a long and tiring week of hell (aka exams) It’s such a sweet gesture and the blissful relationship that you have can’t get any better than this.

“I got you some boba and that necklace from Pandora that you’ve always wanted. I-I’m so proud of you (Y/N). You did great, my love.”

KAEYA:

- You are the Lawful Good to Kaeya’s Chaotic Evil. Kaeya is always tempted to ask for answers from your professors. He’s quite the teacher’s pet, but with good intentions. That’s just how he rolls. Every time he jokes about going to the faculty to help out and the answer sheets are just out in the open, waiting to be snatched, you always glare at at him and punch him softly on the arm, every time he tries to bring up the idea. To which he would always reply with, “I’m kidding. Just kidding my love.” You and Kaeya have amazing study hacks. He is always able to find a movie that is somewhat related to the topics that the both of you are currently studying about. For example, when the topic was an introduction to different branches of science, Kaeya chose Big Hero 6  as the “Educational Movie Of the Day.” He is always able to find something fun and informative for the both of you to watch. Well, Kaeya does find fun and interest in everything. Another effective strategy that both of you do is every time you or him get an answer right, you reward each other with either a kiss on the cheek or a bear hug. Both of these affectionate gestures give you butterflies in your stomach anyway, so it doesn’t matter which is which. With the ideas that Kaeya constantly makes up every single day of your study sessions, there’s a high chance that you’ll never fluke a test ever again.

“Oh. That’s pretty cool of you (Y/N). You got 30 correct answers! If we count everything, so I basically gave you 15 forehead kisses and 15 bear hugs. Congrats! I know we’re going to ace our finals!”

XIAO:

– Xiao is extremely intelligent and talented in a myriad of things. However, he lacks self-confidence. You’ve sworn to your boyfriend that you’d help him gain confidence in his academic abilities. Which is why you became study buddies in the first place. It served as dates with him too! Although he stubbornly refused at first, his reasons being that he can do things by himself and he doesn’t need any help. You continued to encourage him that this was going to help the both of you and it was a way for the two of you to bond, and Xiao hesistantly agreed right after. As the captain of the soccer team, “The Liyue Adepti”, The only free time that Xiao has was during the evening which is the reason for your scheduled late night studies with him. This brought so much more intimate and sweet moments with him though! It meant sleepovers with him, midnight snack runs, and casual early morning strolls in the park. It became sort of a routine. Your hand interlaced with his, the crisp morning air, the little chirpings birds, and the tranquil swaying of the trees brought so much comfort to the both of you. Xiao would be the type of student to not speak up unless he’s called. Even if he knows the answer. The both of you sit on some floor pillows whenever you would study. So, whilst you read aloud, Xiao always hugs you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I don’t deserve the patience and love you give me, (Y/N). I am eternally grateful for everything you’ve done for me. I hope you know, that I’ll always be here for you.”

ALBEDO:

- Being the university’s library assistant has it’s perks. Access to infinite knowledge, quiet solitude within the library walls, and being able to hang out with your boyfriend. It was truly a perfect deal. After classes, Albedo would be heading straight over to the library to do his work. You’d meet him there and wait until he gets his work done, and then the two of you head home together or have dinner. Albedo likes to plan things in advance. He’s quite busy, being a part of university’s alchemist group and as a library assistant, but, he will always study with you. He even brings Klee with him at times too! She’s always an energetic and cute addition, + she tattles on and on about how in love Albedo is with you and how he would never shut up about you at home. Albedo puts a lot of effort into creating review materials for the both of you. He makes very intricate drawings of modules, dioramas of certain science models, and has all the formulas memorized for him to list down. He’s a genius after all, and although you’ve constantly told him time and time again that he doesn’t have to make a review paper specifically catered to you, he still insists. He always gifts you one whenever it’s exam week (he adds extra detail to them during your finals) The cutest thing about these papers are scribbled about in all of the pages. The cutest doodles of the two of you with hearts and flowers drawn all over. Albedo + (Y/N) is even written in the last page, along with a heartfelt message: 

“I put all my faith and belief in you, (Y/N). I know you can do this. I’m proud of everything you’ve reached so far, my beloved. and I know you’ll reach greater heights. Let’s continue to excel and thrive together. I can’t wait to spend the rest of this journey with you.”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #childe x reader #diluc x reader #albedo x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin impact x y/n #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin headcanons #genshin impact imagines #diluc #kaeya #xiao #childe #albedo #zhongli #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact #genshin x y/n #albedo headcanons #diluc headcanons #kaeya headcanons #childe headcanons #zhongli headcanons #xiao headcanons

[dioko]

~Childhood Headcanons~

random things i think they did when they were younger

Characters : dekusquad

Warnings/Includes : no warnings, fluff (?) idk iss just headcanons

a/n 1 : unedited, almost all my works are unedited if y'all find anything tell me

he picked up worms like they were nothing

and also those... potato bug things

this absolutely horrified bakugou, you cannot change my mind

he was a dirt child idk how else to put it

used to take clean pots from inko to go outside and make 'stew'

this stew consisted of dirt, leaves, pinecones, flower petals and occasionally some type of grub

imo this habit didn't fully die off and he has a small terrarium in his UA dorm room

was also obsessed with bubble baths

like, there was probably some kind of All Might themed shampoo/body wash/bubble bath 3-in-1 combo that he would never not get

he still uses it probably

i really like ochaco i think she's rad

she drew her own hero posters. there was no way she was allowed to spend money on a shiny piece of paper

you know, they actually turned out pretty good

she was able to keep those better ones and to this day, still has them hung up

she ALSO made nature soup

in winter she could break a slab of ice where there was a body of water, roll snowballs and then dip them in to 'deep fry' them

that is weirdly specific because i did that

she and her parents painted their nails ✨funky colours✨on weekends because fun

one time she snuck on her mother's makeup and got caught halfway through

110% this guy watched Crayon Shin-chan when he was young

ABSOLUTELY HATED HIM

moving on

he wasn't really an outdoor kid but he really liked making bird houses with his brother

this tends to be a popular hc but imo you could definitely see kid-iida's buttcrack every time he squatted down

he would try to get other kids to put earthworms back into the dirt so they could 'properly survive'

his hair was almost always greasy, this did not get better until his second year of junior high

at one point he felt like his glasses were inconvenient so he tried to switch over to contact lenses

it worked... temporarily

TW EYEBALL STUFF

one morning it got stuck in the corner of his eye. it terrified him permanently so that was the end of that

ive got the same mbti personality has her and i normally dont trust this stuff but PLS it makes me so happy

she hatched from an egg

at one point she had a tail similar to a tadpoles tail

she was extremely concerned when it started to shrink

she read countless kids' animal encyclopedias... like, for fun

she didn't fully walk on two feet until around her third year of grade school, walking (hopping?) around on all fours meant she moved faster

despite her small stature she was a volleyball champion ✨

the first time she manifested her whole quirk was when she was playing tag and she was trying to catch one her of her friends when she tried to laugh and her tongue just... grabbed them LOL

the catch was declared an interference smh

childhood my ass

i wholeheartedly dislike (thats an understatement) endeavour ANYWAYS

his math/science homework was covered in tears

on a brighter (?) note

sticky child

like his hands were just always sticky with some kind of unknown substance

he read A LOT of chapter books/novels for older audiences when he was young

which is why the last time he picked up a book at sat through the whole thing was like sixth grade

the attention span to read full, tangible books just doesn't exist anymore

a/n 2 : this ended on a kinda sad note oops i hope you liked it tho lol

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #fanfiction #todoroki #todoroki shoto #uraraka ochaco #uraraka #deku #izuku midoriya #bnha tsuyu #bnha headcanons #bnha iida #tenya lida #tsuyu asui #my hero headcanons #boku no hero headcanons #🛒 ; main aisles

[sailorfailures]

June 30th is Usagi “Chibi-Usa” Small Lady Tsukino/Sailor Chibi Moon’s Birthday!

So how can you celebrate?

☾ Rewatch or reread your favourite Cheebs-centric chapter, episode, or musical! She is a pivotal character in both the second and fourth story arcs of the manga and both anime series, and plays a key role in many musicals based on those same story arcs. Particular highlights from those seasons from the classic anime include episode 060, her introduction; episodes 073 and 074, where her distrust and frustration towards Usagi comes to a head and they work together to defeat Rubeus; episode 075, where her dream is hijacked by a Droid and the Sailor Guardians must earn the trust of a Chibi-Usa who has never met them before; episode 085, where Wiseman manipulates her into becoming the evil Wicked Lady, and episode 088, where she is finally restored; episode 104, where she travels back from the future to rejoin the Sailor Team (though technically she appears at the end of episode 103); and episode 158, where Palla Palla swaps her and Usagi’s ages for a day.

Did you know there are even some manga side-stories focused specially on her? “Chibi-Usa’s Picture Diary” is a series of four short comics based on Chibi-Usa’s adventures with her friends. Kodansha has released these officially in Sailor Moon Short Stories Vol. 1.

☾ Chibi-Usa has several official image songs across different canons you can play for her big day:

90s Anime: Yume wo Ijimenaide [“Don’t Tease My Dreams”]; Bai Bai tte Itta [“I’ll Say Bye-Bye”] Crystal: Otome no Susume [ “A Maiden’s Recommendation”]; Musicals: Mata Mata Chibi-Usa Desu [“Chibi-Usa’s Back Again”]; Chibi-Usa no Hanran [“Chibi-Usa’s Rebellion”]; PINKY TYPHOON; Chibi-Usa no Kokoroiki [“Chibi-Usa’s Disposition”]; Chibi-Usa no Umi [“Chibi-Usa’s Ocean”] She also had a duet with Hotaru Tomoe/Sailor Saturn in Un Nouveau Voyage, Chiisa na Kagayaki [“A Small Glimmer”].

She also has a few songs related to her evil alter-ego, “Wicked Lady”:

BLACK MOON SIGNAL; Kono Kodou Kara Yoru wa Umarenai [“The Night Won’t be Born From This Pulse”] as a solo (CD release) or duet (live recording)

Here’s a playlist of these songs and other Chibi Moon BGM cues!

☾ Indulge in Chibi-Usa’s favourite foods! Like her mother, she has a major sweet tooth - in particular, she loves purin, which while often translated as “pudding” refers to a specific Japanese dessert similar to flan. She also loves pancakes, particularly those made by her mother figure Ikuko - try adding blueberries!

Or, you could bake Chibi-Usa’s specialty, apple pie with a lattice crust, or some animal-shaped cookies with sparkly little decorations - but keep in mind the best cookies are the ones which might look a little funny, but taste delicious! Just remember to brush your teeth later or risk a visit to the ~haunted dentist~.

Again like her mother, her least favourite food is carrots - despite their namesake - so you might prefer to skip them for the day.

☾ Chibi-Usa is still figuring out what she likes and practices a lot of hobbies over the course of the series. That said, she is consistently shown to be a passionate and talented artist! She likes to paint and draw and, although she finds it difficult, also enjoys sculpting. Why not break out the old watercolour paints or air-dry clay? You could also ask a family member you admire to pose for some life-drawing practice. (Just don’t be offended if they’re a little vain.)

☾ Chibi-Usa liked to perform little magic tricks to cheer people up, a habit she learned from her guardian figure Sailor Pluto - “if you feel sad, say the magic word ‘abracadabra’ and you’ll soon feel happy again.” Of course, Chibi-Usa had the assistance of her magical tech-toy “Luna-P,” which could transform into objects at will, but that doesn’t mean you can’t learn some sleight-of-hand to brighten someone’s day!

☾ Dress like Chibi-Usa for the day! Despite being a kid, she has a very mature sense of style, and often dresses quite sophisticatedly; perhaps a reflection of her desire to be grown up. She’s often seen wearing an imitation of a Japanese school uniform, so it might be time to wear something uniformy-but-cute yourself. When not mimicking a sailor suit, she trends between two extremes; regal layers and frills with darker, richer colours, or bright, sporty, and colour-blocked to emphasize her youthful energy. Common colours are blues, grey, and yellow. Her favourite accessories included red-and-white ribboned saddle shoes, a backpack shaped (or even made out of) a stuffed toy, a hairbow matched to her outfit, and a broad sunhat with red ribbon gifted to her by Ikuko.

As Sailor Chibi Moon, her uniform is similar to Sailor Moon’s but with even more hearts, so if you have any loveheart-shaped accessories it’s time to PILE them on. Her image colours are sugar pink and red.

Chibi-Usa’s hairstyle might seem like a physical impossibility - her creator Naoko Takeuchi certainly thought so - but believe it or not, it’s possible to do yourself without a wig or extensions! Follow a tutorial like the one below to nail that signature pinecone-odango-head look.

☾ If you’re one of those fans who vehemently dislikes Chibi-Usa, take today as an opportunity let go of the hatred in your heart. Healing starts today.

☾ ‼ DO NOT ‼ touch random crystals that don’t belong to you. Trust us.

☾ Fav and read some Sailor Chibi Moon fanart and fanfic on sites like DeviantART, Twitter and AO3 - or contribute your own new content! Don’t forget to tag!

Feel free to reply and reblog with your own ideas of how you’re going to celebrate Chibi-Usa’s day!

Happy Birthday, Cheebs!

also I think it’s someone else’s birthday too but I can’t remember 🤔

#sailor moon #sailor chibi moon #sailor mini moon #chibi usa #rini #long post #birthday #everyone and their mother knows it's sailor moon's birthday today so we are gonna give chibi-usa the birthday bash she deserves!! #(please ... remember what happened the last time they forgot)

[rubysunnday]

Tree

A/N: my Christmas tree is up already so, here you go

It was only the first week of December and already Small Heath was coated in a thin layer of icing sugar like snow. It’d been fallen slowly the past few hours and the tracks made by the passing cars were quickly covered up with a fresh layer.

The Cut hadn’t yet frozen over but if it kept getting colder, it just might. The water butts outside the stables had been frozen over the past few mornings and it’d become routine to smash the thing layer of ice open before filling the buckets up.

The front door to Watery Lane had been frozen stuck and it’d taken a few good kicks to get it open and shut. The door mat had quickly become soaked with snow walked in from the outside and had become home to numerous pairs of wet, snow covered shoes.

It was tradition within the Shelby family – and those who’d been married into it – to go and find a decent fir tree to be erected in their respective homes as well as choosing another one for Tommy’s front room at Arrow House.

As she’d gotten older, Y/N had become the unofficial head of Christmas. Whenever the other members of the family tried to put the trees up – or even chose a tree – it ended in a lot of yelling and someone storming off to the Garrison to get drunk.

But since Y/N had taken over, things had gone rather well. Everyone got the tree they wanted, the decorations they wanted and they all, somehow, managed to decide on a tree for Tommy’s front room. She had the entire thing down to a fine art and was almost military like in the way she organised it.

“It won’t fit in the car.”

“It will.”

“It’ll stick out the back of it and get chopped off when you take a corner to fast!”

“Oi,” Y/N called, coming to stand in-between Esme and John before an argument could break out. “It’ll fit in the trailer of Uncle Charlie’s car, alright. We can do multiple trips, now, put the tag on it before someone else steals it.”

John took the tag from his sister. “How do you do it?”

Y/N frowned, burying her hands in the pockets of her coat. Well, the coat she’d borrowed from Arthur three years ago and never given back. “What you on about?”

“This,” John said, waving a hand around. “How do you manage to stop all of us killing one another and make this enjoyable?”

“Easy, I watched Aunt Pol for years,” Y/N replied, smiling. She turned and caught Finn and Isaiah trying to lift a tree by themselves. “Finnegan, halt, you’re gonna knock over the rest of the trees!”

Y/N jogged over to her brother and best friend, grabbing the stump of the tree and lifting it up. Finn had the top of the tree and was staggering backwards in the vague direction of where his car was. Isaiah was holding the middle of the tree, his entire body had been swallowed by the pine needles, and he was struggling not to laugh as Finn tripped down the curb.  

“Do you need a hand, Finn boy?” Arthur called, chuckling.

Finn turned to glare at his brother, but Y/N snapped at him and he quickly turned back to the tree. Somehow the tree managed to make its way into the back of Finn’s car – even if the action was accompanied by a significant amount of swearing and death threats.

Once content that the tree was, relatively, secured in Finn’s car and that it wasn’t going to magically roll out on his way home, Y/N turned her attention back to the issue of choosing Tommy’s tree.

Tommy, naturally, had declined to join them Christmas tree hunting, insisting that he had numerous pieces of important paperwork to fill in.

Eventually they chose a tree for Tommy’s house and Y/N managed to squeeze herself amongst the pine needles and into the car. They were all meant to reconvene at Tommy’s that night for roast dinner and decoration of the tree – which was significantly taller than her – with Tommy’s children.

Arrow House was completely dead when Y/N pulled up. She sighed as she clambered out the car, knowing Tommy had probably sent the maid away and forgotten to turn any of the lights on.

She left the tree in her car – mainly because it was bigger than her and when she tried to carry it last time, she almost got crush, John had leapt in to save the day – and headed to the front door. There were no lights on in the front porch and Y/N reached over, clicking on the light next to the door.

“Tom?!” Y/N called, untying her scarf and throwing it on the back of a nearby chair. “Tommy?!”

She left her coat on as she walked towards Tommy’s office, her heels clicking on the wooden floorboards loudly. As she passed she paused to switch on the lights and lit a few candles with the lighter in her pocket.

“Tommy?” Y/N asked, poking her head in his office door. Tommy looked up at her, eyes furrowed behind his glass. “Ah, afternoon.”

“Afternoon?” Tommy frowned, glancing at his watch. “Oh, so it is. Where’s everyone else?”

“Christmas tree hunting,” Y/N replied, shrugging her coat off and sitting down in the chair opposite Tommy’s desk. She crossed her legs and grabbed the bottle of whiskey, pouring herself a glass. “The one for your front room is in my car – don’t ask how it got in.”

“You want to ease up on that?” Tommy asked, nodding at the almost full class of whiskey.

“Nope. Finn nearly killed me with a tree, and I got threatened with a pinecone by John,” Y/N replied. She took a big swig of the alcohol and winced, coughing slightly. “That is strong.”

“It’s new,” Tommy replied, leaning over and taking the bottle away from his sister. “And expensive so don’t drink it all at once.”

Y/N pressed her lips together and leant back in her chair, bopping her foot about in the air. “So… whatcha doing?”

“Didn’t realise we were being sociable,” Tommy muttered, eyes back down on his work, brow furrowed. “Thought it was going to be comfortable silence.”

“Awkward silence? Uncomfortable silence?” Y/N chuckled, throwing back the remainder of her drink. “You finishing soon?”

“Why?”

“Because there’s a tree in my car. And it’s dark. Spiders, Tom, spiders,” Y/N reminded, setting her glass on his desk and pushing it forward. “You can finish this later, come on.”

Tommy sighed, throwing his pen down onto his desk. “Fine, fine, fine,” he said, standing up and groaning as his limbs popped. “Come on.”

Y/N giggled, grabbing her coat and throwing it back on as she bounded from the room and out onto the driveway, a begrudging Tommy following after. Between the two of them they managed to drag the tree out the car and into the house. Tommy propped it up against a wall as Y/N went off to go find the stand for the tree.

By the time she’d returned from her adventure into the cupboard of doom – it was a room at the back of the house were everything unneeded or unwanted was abandoned – the rest of the family had arrived at Tommy’s house.

Y/N handed the tree stand to Tommy and was immediately whipped away by Charlie and Rose to go look at the very interesting bauble they’d found in a box. She sat down on the ground and held out her hands, letting them hand her numerous decorations and other odd bits and bobs.

Once the trees were in the houses, Y/N stepped back from being in command and let the chaos unfold. There was lots of yelling as the boys tried to get the tree into the stand and get it up straight and John and Tommy nearly got into a fight over if the tree was in the centre of the room.

Y/N’s final traditional job was putting the star on the top of the tree. The only issue with this, however, was that Y/N was one of the shortest members of the family. And standing on the stairs above the tree did nothing.

“If you drop me, John, I swear to god,” Y/N warned as she stood on the bannister, John holding on to her waist.

“I’m not going to, calm down,” John muttered. He tightened his grip, slightly, though.

Y/N stretched out over the bannister and, somehow, managed to get the star – one Polly had bought many years ago, it was silver and sparkly and very, very glittery – on the top of the tree. There was a moment where she thought she was going to knock the entire tree over, but John managed to save her.

“Is it on?” Y/N called, letting John lift her off the bannister and back onto the floor.

Charlie and Rose let out a screech of happiness and Y/N assumed that was a yes.

John put an arm on her shoulders and smiled down at her. “Nicely done, one again, Y/N/N.”

Y/N shrugged but snuggled closer to her brother, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Practice makes perfect, Johnny boy.”

John chuckled and pressed a kiss to her head. “Merry Christmas.”

#peaky blinder fanfic #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders masterlist #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #john shelby x sister!reader #Tommy Shelby #tommy shelby x sister!reader #sister shelby #shelby sis #shelby!sis

[blueprint-han]

autumn and honeysuckle.

pairing: han x (fem) reader.

genre: marriage au ; fluff. (can you see how enamored I am for marriage aus-)

⇥ warnings: none, just an autumn date with hannie 🥺 slight kissing here and there but not suggestive at all.

wc: 1.06 K (why do i never write blurbs ; - ;)

⇥ disclaimer: this fiction does not aim to represent the activities of the real Han Jisung, nor does it represent JYPE in any form. Events are pure fiction. ♡

type: drabble.

network tag: @stayverse​​ @districtninewriters​​ @inkidz​​ + @sunoo-luvs​

part of: the url drabble game; requested by @hanniiesuckle17​ (requests for this are closed now!)

credit: this idea was inspired by this prompt list! 🥰

↯ note: I was literally so dumb™ I didn’t know honeysuckle was a fucking plant. 😭 I thought it was a part of a beehive or something how stupid of me I’ll go boo at myself. 😔 But !!!!! Hope I could fulfill my duty to the queen herself, and thank you for requesting! Happy reading. <3 Also where I live we don’t have autumn as a season, so please be mindful that this is completely based on my rusty knowledge from movies. ⇥ dawn.☀️

Autumn, in all honesty, was one of your favorite seasons. The fresh smell of maple and pinecone wafting through the air, drinking spiced lattes and munching on apple pie, drowning in oversized sweaters — admittedly, it was all too joyous for you. Anticipation ran through you once the month of September rolled around, and dried, orange leaves adorned the roads, crunching under your feet when you strolled around.

And your husband loved it all too equally. After all, you’d met Jisung in the lovely season of autumn. If you were to look back, you had no idea that the boy curled up under a tree with a book in his hand and headphones covering his ears would end up being your lover — but hey, you weren’t complaining. If anything, autumn held more significance because of that.

And autumn wreaths were a timely tradition for you. You admittedly loved decorating your house with pretty ornaments when any occasion rolled by — be it thanksgiving, Halloween, or Christmas. and decorating the house often lead to “expeditions” — which really meant just you and Jisung walking hand in hand through a park, stealing occasional kisses and giggles from each other.

So, when you snuck out of Jisung’s embrace (despite his infinite whines and protests), threw him a shirt to wear and pulled him along with you to the park, Jisung wasn’t surprised in the slightest. Your husband could do nothing but scramble behind you, watching you chatter away about how you’d planned to design the autumn wreaths with a loving gaze. You looked so pretty under the rustic orange of the park — the maple trees and pine cones were pretty, but you underneath them were incomparable.

The thing that you found the most adorable was that Jisung brought his trusty pillow along with him and almost fell asleep on your shoulder as you were searching for a good spot to make the wreath because according to him, you’d quote unquote “disturbed his sleep by not allowing him his fair dose of cuddles.” So clingy, Jisung was so clingy. But you would be lying if you said that you didn’t love it when Jisung got clingy.

“Okay, you go collect the flowers— Jisung, gooo!” You giggled when your husband pulled you into his embrace. You’d found a spot under a tall, fairly shady tree and were about to search for flowers and dried leaves— if your husband hadn’t immediately pulled you into his embrace and nuzzled into your neck, murmuring something incoherently that kinda sounded like “But this is so comfy I don’t wanna leave.”

“One second, I need to have my daily dose of wifey Y/N before I leave her.” Jisung whined, almost sleepily.

“Oh gosh,” You scoffed playfully. “You’re not leaving me you oaf! Go!” Jisung pulled away but didn’t release his hold on you, pouting like an absolute child as he looked at you with sleepy eyes. “No.”

You knew what he wanted — you knew him like the back of your own hand, after all. If there was one thing that got Jisung to fly on top of the clouds, you were the one who knew it. Being married to him for three years had made you learn enough about him,t he same vice versa.

And so, you leaned in, stealing a tiny kiss from him before letting him linger over your lips for a second.

“Now go!!”

You quickly pushed Jisung with a hearty laugh before spreading a sheet onto the leafy floor of the park relishing the way the leaves crunched under each step. Taking out the flexible yet sturdy wires you’d neatly rolled up to shape a wreath, you started picking out leaves from around you, using golden rope to tie it all together. You’d also brought along some beads to decorate it with along with tiny maple syrup bottle shaped charms, but the wreath somehow seemed to be devoid of something you couldn’t quite place.

It had been about ten minutes later that Jisung returned, his hair mussed up because he’d used his beanie to carry the flowers he’d picked from what seemed like the other side of the garden. You almost cooed over how cute he looked — disheveled hair, sleepy eyes, pouty lips and his caramel skin almost complimenting the orangey tone surrounding him. 

“What did you bring?” You sat on your knees as Jisung sat cross legged beside you, placing the beanie in front of you both before picking out a single flower from the bunch. The flower he held didn’t have any vibrant colored petals, but it exuded an immense fragrance, once that captivated you in an instant.

A little smile creaked as your husband’s lips as he said. “A hanniesuckle.” He laid special stress on the first part.

You narrowed your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek as you tried to prevent yourself from laughing (or groaning) at the obvious pun he’d tried to intend. Staying silent. Jisung started to fumble for an explanation.

“Get it? Because Hannie and honeysuckle makes-”

You decided to free him from the embarrassment of having to explain the stupidly adorable pun he’d just made, leaning in to place a gentle kiss over the tip of his nose, cupping his cheeks and kissing his lips soon after. Jisung sighed, pecking you once, twice, thrice before pulling away to look at you, and the blush that had made an appearance on his cheeks made you melt over and over again — you couldn’t quite get over how cute your husband was.

“I get it, and you need to stop being so cute, ‘hanniesuckle’“ You used air quotations at the pun. “You’re dangerous for my heart.” Huffing, you pinched his cheeks where he’s blushed like the sunset.

“Hey, you know you signed up for it when you said yes.” Your husband intertwined your fingers with his own, placing a peck on the back of your hand.

“Oh that wasn’t a complaint, Mr. Han. Now you wanna help me knit these ‘hanniesuckles’ into the wreath?” 

Jisung grew flustered yet again, mumbling a small “Of course, Mrs. Han” before he started handing you the flowers, gazing at your concentrated eyes as you stitched the fragrant flowers them in.

Neither to say, the wreath looked very pretty when you hung it on the front door, but then again — you were incomparable.

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[mandoalorian]

Sugar and Spice [Maxwell Lord x Reader] - Chapter 1

Summary: When you are evicted from your apartment by your toxic ex boyfriend and have no place to go, who do you turn to? Alone in the city as the countdown to Christmas begins, you find yourself applying for a job as the assistant of the world’s biggest entrepreneur; Maxwell Lord. Little do you know, he has other intentions for you. No doubt about it, this Christmas will truly be like no other.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: Eventual smut, mentions of a previous verbally abusive relationship, typical 80s misogyny (but very little of it), mentions of food and drink, alcohol consumption. This is a sugardaddy x sugarbaby fic soooo... a daddy k!nk too oops.

But in this chapter - mentions of a verbally abusive relationship

Author’s note: Happy November 1st! Here is chapter one of December Magic. I am so so grateful for how many people have asked to be part of a taglist/enjoyed the prologue. It makes me so happy. If you want to be tagged in future parts please let me know! Enjoy x

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Waking up on December 1st, you had no idea what was in store for you. You had no idea how the coming month would change your life forever.

It was that time of the year again. Your favourite time of year, and boy were you a sucker for tradition. Any excuse to light your cinnamon and pinecone scented candles and wear the cosiest wooliest sweaters you could find. The time of year where you would search around in storage for your favourite cashmere gloves, tartan scarf and faux fur hat. It was the time of year where you had to have your car defrosted every morning. The thought of your peppermint mocha warming your hands as you did your Christmas shopping was something to look forward to all year round.

The crisp cool air hung above your shoulders. Washington DC felt bigger than life when you were amongst the bustling December crowds, city life filled with people running around trying to get sorted in time for Christmas. The whole city was painted in thick layers of white snow and an abundance of glittering fairy lights. WHAM’s new Christmas song was a number one hit and the catchy melody filled up the department store on every main street corner. But this year was different to any other.

“You can’t pay, you can’t live here. You have three days to box up your stuff before you’re evicted.” Your landlord, Tristan, said sternly, his voice completely monotone and with no empathy whatsoever. You knew it was coming. You had determined that this was your karma.

“Please, it’s Christmas and I’ve just been laid off from my job. You know my family don’t live in the state and-”

“Not my problem,” Tristan snapped back, a small smirk playing on his lips. He had a habit of interrupting you, but doing so at this very moment irked you like no other time. “You’re a big girl. Figure it out.” And with that, he slammed his door in your face.

You stood there momentarily trying to process the confrontation that had just occurred between not only your landlord, but also ex-boyfriend, Tristan. You consider yourself lucky to have a place as nice as your apartment. It was located right in the centre of Washington DC, a two bedroom, one bathroom, with an outstanding view of the city. You always admired how it looked at night, with eccentric tall buildings lighting up the skyline. But now you were essentially made homeless, and you knew for a fact that Tristan was getting a rise out of making you suffer like this.

That’s exactly why you broke up with him. He liked to have power over you, and everyone else he met. He wanted to be the top man. He wanted to be feared; and by the rest of the people in the building? He was. But by you, not so much. His attempts to make you scared were foolish and you wouldn’t stand for it. You’d think for someone who made a living from robbing people of their hard earned money, they would be able to afford a better anniversary dinner than Pizza Hut— but no. The two of you sat in the restaurant and you were lazily dipping your nachos into the cheese sauce when he came out with something preposterous. 

“I’m thinking about upping rent,” Tristan informed you with his signature smile. “By forty percent.”

You almost choked on your food. “Forty percent?!” you gasped, covering your mouth as you coughed slightly. “You can’t do that!” You knew that you could get out of paying it because, girlfriend privilege. But you were also aware of the financial status of your neighbours. The family of five who could barely afford to put food on the table, and the teenage boy who had to drop out of school to work and make an earning so he could provide medication for his sick mother. They were already struggling and with a rent rise, you just knew they wouldn't be able to take it.

“And why not?” Tristan raised an eyebrow quizzically, taking a bite of the floppy slice of pizza. You scrunch your nose up as you watched him eat with his mouth open, bits of cheese falling out and onto the table.

“Because it’s not fair,” You told him. “It’s greedy. If you need extra cash you could always look for another job. Even if it’s just part time! I heard Black Gold Cooperative are hiring and you just know the pay will be good-”

Tristan slammed his fists on the table, making you jump at his sudden movement. A few heads turned to face you both and you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “Black Gold Cooperative?” He snarled. “And work for that self righteous asshole Maxwell Lord? I don’t think so, sweetie.”

You sighed at his audacity to call anyone else self righteous before giving the chance to check his own behaviour.

“It was just a suggestion.” You mumbled, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Right, because you don’t think being a landlord is a real job.” Tristan said nastily. His tone of voice sent a shiver down your spine. He was doing it again. He was speaking down to you because it was the only way he could exert power over you. “Says the girl who pours coffee all day and only works twenty hours a week and barely makes enough to avoid a goddamn bowl of pasta from Pizza Hut.” He pointed at your bowl of nachos that you had selected from the Starters menu.

You were getting really sick of his attitude. “It’s dishonest work.” You growled back at him. “You overcharge families and people who can barely get by just so they can have a roof over their head! Don’t you see how immoral that is?”

“Someone has to do it.” He shrugged cooly, taking a sip of his red wine.

“But you’re going about it the wrong way!”

“Right.” Tristan stood up and grabbed your arm. He pulled you out of your chair and dragged you outside of the restaurant. 

“Let go of me!” You cried out, yanking your arm out of his hard grip. You rubbed where his fingers had dug into your skin and had no doubt it would leave a bruise.

“Oh, I’m sorry, is the broke ass barista telling me how to do my job? You’re the one to talk. You’re nothing. And you’d be nothing without me. Look at yourself,” Tristan scoffed, and suddenly he was making you feel very self conscious. “You were foolish enough to think you could move to DC and make something of yourself. You have ambition but you don’t know how to use it. And the way you tried to embarrass me during our anniversary dinner…” He was doing what he always did. Villainsing you.

“I never want to see you again.” You spat, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Your voice was shaky but you didn't want to break down in front of him. You didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

“That’ll be hard since we live in the same building,” he rolled his eyes and tried grabbing your hand again but you flinched away, fear prevailing in your eyes. “Oh come on baby.”

“Don’t call me that.” You said through gritted teeth. “I’m calling a cab. And don’t bother calling me. See you around Tristan.” 

And that was the last time you had seen Tristan, until today— talk about bad break-ups. 

You shuffled upstairs back to your apartment and slumped against the door trying to figure out how you were going to find a new place to live in three days. Maybe if you found a job you could persuade Tristan to let you stay a little longer. You knew that's what he wanted. Everything he had done, everything he said, was to scare you. But Tristan was attached and despite threatening to evict you, he didn't want to see you leave.

You wanted out. Your apartment was filled with bad memories and maybe this was your opportunity to start fresh. This could be your calling. But judging from your current situation and the time of year, you figured you’d be lucky just finding a roadside motel to spend Christmas day in— and you really didn't want that. You grabbed the phone book from under your coffee table and walked over to the dial up phone hung by the kitchen door. Locating one of the most popular property marketplaces in central DC, you dialled up and found your fingers twirling in the telephone wire.

“Hey,” you greeted.

“Hello!” an older sounding lady chirped on the other end of the line. “How can I be of service?”

“I um, I gotta find a place to live— and fast. I’m getting evicted and my budget, well, I don’t have a lot-” your eyes scanned the living room as you weighed up possible things you could sell for just a little more cash.

“Oh, I’m sorry dear. We’re shut for the holidays and there's no place in DC that will help you find a place before new year,” She said sadly and you couldn't believe your bad luck. No place at all? “It really is a shame that you're being evicted, but if you drop into our store after the new year, I’d love to help you find a place that is suitable for you and your budget!”

You were left rendered speechless. “I- I’m going to be homeless.” you said to yourself, the fact finally dawning on you. You knew that you wouldn't ever be truly homeless and that Tristan would be more than happy to let you stay with him during the holiday season but the thought of having to go back to him knocked you sick. You’d rather freeze on a street corner than feel his embrace once more. You wondered if you could travel back home to see your family. “Hey, are there any train trips or flights to Oregon?” you asked.

“Nope,” the lady popped her p and she sounded far too cheery for your liking. “Tickets have been sold out for months. I could get you a flight for January 12th?”

“No.” you mumbled. “My car broke down… but what are the chances I could get a cabbie to Oregon?”

“You want to get a cab to Oregon?” The woman on the other end laughed in disbelief, and you supposed that could be justified. “You can't be serious. Besides, Astoria bridge has been closed down due to last week's snow storm and I can't see it reopening until after the snow has cleared. Heaven knows when that will be.”

Tristan had really caught you in a loop. “So there is no way I can find a place to stay, nor travel to Oregon, at all, this month?”

“I’m sorry dear.”

“Okay, well thank you for your help.” You said wistfully, feeling dread forming in the pit of your stomach.

“Merry Christmas and have a hap-” You hung up on her.

You weren't ready to give up hope just yet. If there was one thing you always clung on to, it was faith. Your belief that everything happens for a reason and everything is sure to work out for the best in the end. You figured you could go job hunting and then tell Tristan you would be able to pay him double once you got your first paycheck. No, it wasn't ideal but what other choice did you have?

You grabbed your jacket and purse before leaving your apartment. Did you have a plan? No. You didn't even have your resumé with you.

You plodged your feet through the snow, your socks dampening even through your boots but finally made it to the bustling main street. You looked in the windows of all the different department stores and in desperate search for hiring signs, even going inside and inquiring with members of staff— but there were no positions available.

Just then, you found yourself outside of Black Gold Cooperative and you remembered that they were hiring. Granted, you didn't know what the position was, and figured you almost certainly didn't have the qualifications to work for such a prestigious business.

You looked up at the tall building, always feeling like an overwhelmed tiny insect when you stood next to it. It sparkled a sleek black and in a large, gold, cursive font BGC was displayed so high it looked over the whole city. It was certainly the tallest skyscraper you had ever seen with your own pair of eyes. In that moment, you almost backed down. But this wasn't a choice anymore and you had to shoot your shot. Just roll with it. You told yourself.

You were able to take a peek at the lobby in the double door entrance. Everything was marble with gold embellishments. If you hadn't known any better, you would've thought it was a palace. Trodding over the red carpet, you were stopped by a man’s arm, not allowing you to enter. “Name and business?" He asked, his voice rough. You looked up at him. Tall and broad, no hair and dressed in all black. A doorman that looked like a nightclub bodyguard. If you weren't intimidated you would've laughed.

“Sorry?” you asked, trying your best to sound as innocent and polite as could be.

“Name and business.” He repeated, his tone of voice the same. He didn't budge— still standing there with his arms folded against his chest. You weren't even sure if he was looking at you, with his black sunglasses hiding his face.

“Uhm,” you stood on your tip toes and took a glance at the clipboard which was pressed between his forearm and chest. Names that had been typewritten were printed on the page and most of them had been crossed out— bar one. You read out the name. “Barbara Minerva.” you said confidently. He looked at you for sure this time and pulled his glasses off, narrowing his eyes. He took the clipboard and checked for your fake name and sure enough, there it was.

“You’re Barbara Minerva?” he beckoned, raising an eyebrow.

“The one and only.” you lied with a charming smile. “And my business is…. actually I'm here for a job interview.”

“Oh!” the man grinned, like something had clicked in his mind. He scribbled out Barbara's name on your clipboard and ushered you inside. “Mr Lord’s office is on the top floor. Best of luck Ms Minerva.”

When you entered the lobby, warmth washed over your body and you couldn't help but smile. It was all lit up with yellow fairy lights and an enormous twelve foot Christmas tree in the centre. The tree was decorated with red and golden baubles. It was simply magnificent and looked like it was straight out of a catalogue.

You walked over to the elevator and pressed the button. No way would you be walking up 22 flights of stairs to the top floor. You really couldn't believe you were even granted access to the building, nevermind the fact you now had an interview with the self acclaimed and prestigious mutli-billionaire Maxwell Lord. A feeling of dread filled your stomach. What if he caught on? What if he figured out you weren't this Barbara woman? Could you go to jail? You tried your best to shrug the feeling off and remain confident. To be honest, you'd rather spend Christmas locked away in a cell than with Tristan. You promised yourself that this would be worth it.

The top floor was sleek, a long and wide corridor with an office at the very end. Marble statues were dotted around, and the walls were filled with oil paintings bordered with solid gold frames. At the front, not too far from where the elevator had dropped you off, was a help desk. Three women with sleek hair and matching pencil skirts scoped you out, almost glaring at you. You were sure you noticed one of them stifle a laugh. But you were too mesmerised by your surroundings to care. Everywhere you looked was just so magnificent.

"Can I help you?" one of the ladies snapped you out of your thoughts. Your head bolted in their direction.

"Oh!" you exclaimed, pulling off your faux fur hat and sliding the gloves off your fingers. You shoved them hap-hazardly in your coat pocket. "I'm Barbara Minerva," you introduced yourself with the politest smile you could muster. "I have an interview with Maxwell Lord?"

The three girls gawked at you in silence. It was like you had grown a third head. "You have an interview with Mr Lord?" one of the women raised her eyebrows. She flicked her blonde long ponytail and settled a hand on her hip.

You hesitated, considering her rude attitude for a moment. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do."

The three girls started at you for just a beat too long before one of them, with the sleekest ebony hair you had ever seen, handed you a document. "You need to sign this NDA." she said simply, rolling a pen over to you.

Your eyes scanned the document which just so happened to be very vague. "Why the need for a non disclosure agreement?" you beckoned. "It's just a job interview."

The blonde girl snorted and the ebony haired girl slapped her arm. "Yeah, just a job interview." The blonde assistant rolled her eyes, a small smirk playing on her lips. "We don't make the rules, Mr Lord does. And we know better than to question him."

This was really odd. You wondered if it was really worth it but you had already come this far— you couldn't just walk out now. You sighed and signed your name over the NDA. The blonde girl let out a cackle.

"Is there a problem?" you questioned, stone faced and unamused.

Your heart was racing. These ladies were so pushy and you were certain that if it was going to go wrong at some point— it would be now.

"No, not at all," a girl with chestnut hair smiled. "That's just Stephanie being a bitch as per usual." The blonde girl, who you now could identify as Stephanie gasped.

"I am not a bitch!" Stephanie cried.

"You kinda are." The ebony haired girl shrugged her shoulders.

"Shut up Amanda!" Stephanie spat. Amanda rolled her eyes and blew a bubble of gum before analysing her nail beds.

"Brittany started it." Amanda accused and before you knew it, the three girls began to cat fight each other.

"I- I'm just going to take a seat over there." You said, trying to speak over the girls who were shouting at each other.

"Amanda you know Mr Lord hates it when you blow bubbles with your gum!" Stephanie accused, narrowing her eyes.

"She does it because he still won't let her blow him." Brittany cackled.

"That is not true." Amanda gasped again, shaking her head.

You felt yourself waver out of their little argument, truly taken by surprise at how unprofessional they were being. You expected higher standards from people who were employed by Maxwell Lord. You shuffled into the black leather sofa, trying to get cosy when the double doors to his office opened. You adjusted yourself, watching as a young looking girl walked out. She didn't make eye contact with anyone, her movements were almost robotic.

"How do you think she coped?" You heard Stephanie whisper.

"Look at her," Brittany replied. "She's a mess. I better go check on Mr Lord."

"No, I'll check on Mr Lord."

"NO, I'll check on Mr Lord."

Once again, you muffled out their argument and paid close attention to the girl. As she neared you, you saw her lipstick was smeared to one side and her cheeks were tear stained— black kohl eyeliner smudged just as much as her lipstick. Had she been crying? You felt your nerves increase and you picked up on the fact that she was walking with a limp. Noticing the three girls race to Maxwell's office, you took the chance to approach the young girl. You stood up and held your hand out.

"Hey, are you okay?" you asked her, taking a compact mirror out of your purse and handing it to her. She shook her head, rejecting your sentiment. "What- uhm, what's he like?" You asked her hesitantly.

"He's just the way you imagine him to be." She told you with a shaky exhale. You rolled your shoulders back as you contemplated her words. You hadn't really thought much of Maxwell Lord. Of course, everyone in the world knew who he was. For generations, the Lord family had shares in the oil drilling enterprise, but Maxwell Lord IV made a name for himself when he bought out 90% of the oil fields around the world; his father only owning a measly and yet still impressive 15% before him. The front page of Forbes magazine three years in a row— practically the face of 80s television with his cheesy infomercials being broadcast on every channel, every time of the day. Everyone knew his face, they knew his voice, they knew Maxwell Lord. Stories about him graced the tabloids, speculating who his latest lover was, whether or not there had been a new strain on his family and what his financial earnings looked like circa 1984. "He's just getting cleaned up now," the girl informed you with hazy eyes. "Maybe do yourself a favour and bring yourself tissue."

"That bad huh?" you bit your finger anxiously.

"No, he's amazing." the girl swooned. "I just hope I get a call back."

Okay, now you were really confused. "Well, good luck." You offered her a warm smile but she just bit her lip and continued limping to the elevator. A few moments later, the three girls who manned the main desk approached you. Stephanie took a step forward, offering you quite possibly the fakest smile you had ever seen.

"Mr Lord will see you know."

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