Someone talk me out of making a Strawberry Sweater 🍓
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KISS ME ONCE AGAIN ── silver x gn!reader, 1.6k
silver has always taken his time with you.
he has never been able to tell you why. lilia says that it is just the way he is, ever since he was a boy. he plays by the rules. he goes by a routine that is, as much as possible, not too affected by his strange sleeping habits.
it is why he goes through the meticulous steps of courting you, offering you flowers and gifting you with thoughtful trinkets and even writing letters for your family while your worlds remain separate. it is why it had to be you to take the first step and kiss him one night during a star-gazing date because gods damn it all, you’re sick of waiting.
( silver laughed and laughed that night as you apologised for your callous actions; because you were so cute, because he was so in love, because it all felt like a dream come true when he allowed himself to ignore tradition to cup your cheeks and pull you into another kiss. )
silver discovers very early on that even when he takes his time, it's all still overwhelming. like a dream come true, he used to tell lilia in bouts of deliriousness when he's still caught between dream and reality and his mind is too muddled with sleep to care about embarrassing himself in front of the fae who had raised him.
like a dream come true.
but what is his dream, exactly?
a cottage deep in the forest of briar valley, with ivy growing up the walls and over the red-tiled roof. soft, packed dirt with growing flowers of all kinds, spring blossoms of pink, yellow, blue, red, protected by a low wall. there are no horrors with dripping ink and dragging claws, no glowing emerald eyes or scaled wings. just grass and flowers and sky and nothing.
no. not nothing. because there's you.
"i just cleaned, so remember to take off your boots by the door!" silver hears you call out from inside the cottage. his chest quakes as he lets out a ragged breath, his bag dropping as he rids himself of the extra weight.
the floor below his dirty boots is clean slate compared to the cluttered kitchen to his left and the living area to his right. silver sees the same threadbare couch by the stone fireplace, cluttered with throw pillows and blankets and an unfinished knitting project. the couch is old. used. loved. there are some closed doors beyond the stairs, but silver doesn't have to check to know what lies behind them. his old childhood bedroom where lilia used to tuck him in. a bathroom that has been flooded one or more than a few times when he got too carried away with playtime. the small study where he used to have his lessons on reading and writing.
there's something about the sight of his childhood home that sets silver off, as if he’s caught in crosswinds, but he fumbles his way inside anyway, toeing his shoes off out of ingrained politeness. his footfalls feel heavy and light all at once against the wooden floors as he walks — almost as if by habit — to the kitchen where he had heard your voice come from.
"there you are," you beam at him, putting a kettle of water on top of the same stove that silver had watched his father cook his meals so many times. your brows furrow when you notice the strange expression on his face; the emotions whirling in his aurora irises like a hurricane and the trembling of his bottom lip.
you frown, wiping your hands on a cloth rag. "silver? what's wrong?"
silver lets out a ragged breath, his hand shaking as it comes up to cradle your own as you cup his face in your palm. what is wrong? this is all he's ever wanted, isn't it? a life with you in the woods he had grown up in, free of worries and dangers and hurt and anger. he's built a home with no fear, no yelling, no uncertainties. just like the life lilia always wanted to give him.
it's a dream come true.
"you're a dream," silver whispers when he realises, his hands coming up to cradle your face in turn. he's shaking, he knows that even with his mind whirling, but he just can't help it— he has to touch you, make sure this isn't— this isn't a nightmare—
no. no, no, no. malleus wouldn't do that. this is his dream. this is what his heart has always yearned for.
"my dream."
"well, aren't you sappy today?" you muse, lips quirking up in that soft smile that silver oh so adores to kiss. "what's the occasion?"
"i—" silver opens his mouth, but no words come out. what can he say? what can he do, knowing that this is all he's ever wanted, but this is a dream. this is a dream and you're not real but gods, does silver want you to be.
a beat passes, and your smile turns sad.
"you know, don't you?"
silver feels his heart ache. he wants to tell you no. no, please keep this veil over my eyes. pretend i don’t know this isn’t real. please. please.
you reach out, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear with such tenderness that silver feels like crying. “you’ve always been so smart, silver.”
“i’m sorry,” he allows himself to say, because this is the least he owes you— this perfect imitation of you that his mind, malleus’s magic, has managed to conjure, because in the short time you’ve known him, you’ve managed to ingrain yourself into every fibre of his being so that even under this spell, all silver can dream about is you, you, you.
silver doesn't want to wake up. he doesn't, he really doesn't. there's something in him that pulls at his heartstrings, tugging at every vein and nerve as if begging him to stay, please stay. there must be a reason why you're always falling asleep, why this had to happen. just stay. this is a dream come true, why would you want to wake up?
“you’re still there,” silver says in a voice so small, it feels like he’s a little boy again, crying and clinging onto lilia like the fever that sticks to his skin and reminds him of his mortality.
“you’re still there, and i’m here.”
his childhood home is small, but within the cottage and with your hands cradling his face, the thick walls feels unnaturally closer, like something is breathing on the back of his neck. he’s reminded of you, somewhere in night raven college, trapped within your own dream. do you think of him, he wonders? has he become your new dream, just as you have become his?
will he ever see you again?
silver can't bear the thought of you somehow waking up from your dream — a matter of when rather than if, because silver knows that you've always had a knack for getting out of impossible situations like this — and realising that he had left you alone to stay in this eternal sleep, with this dream– this illusion of what could have been.
“i have to go,” silver whispers, and his heart breaks because this might be a dream, but it’s still you. how can he tell you he’s going to leave? he can’t do that. he can’t break your heart like that, he can’t—
"i'm sorry. i'm sorry— i'm so, so sorry.”
he expects you to stop him. what do the stories say about dreams where you’re supposed to be kept unaware, blissfully oblivious to the fact that this utopia is not your reality? silver expects this dream version of you to pull some sort of trick to lure him back into your trap—
but instead you just smile softly, reaching out to stroke his face, "how lucky i am to have someone like you love me."
silver hears something crack, resonating in his soul. is it the chains of malleus’s magic breaking its hold on him, or the last pieces of his heart shattering at last? he doesn’t know.
maybe it’s both.
but whatever it is, silver knows he doesn’t have much time. his hands cup your cheeks, pulling you close to him with the desperation of a dying man.
he feels you gasp against his mouth, lips parting and allowing his tongue to slip inside. he maps the cavern of your mouth as if immortalising it in his mind, like he’ll never see you again after this— because that is very well a possibility, no matter how he tries to ignore it.
silver kisses you like it’s his last day in this godforsaken world, because it might as well be, and great seven, he should have done this every time he kissed you. he should have kissed you first. he should have kissed you every moment he could instead of taking his time because now he can hear the sand running in the hourglass, and he’s blind to how much time he has left, and he just wants to see you in the flesh again, please, please, please—
the two of you part an eternity later, but it still feels much too soon. there’s so much love in him, and too little time, and silver feels like drowning.
"wait for me," silver pleads. he'll make this dream come true, he swears. he’ll give you all the love he has in this wretched body of his, and then some. he’ll never sleep again even, if only to make this dream come true.
"i will," you whisper breathlessly—
—and with a bittersweet smile and a final, fleeting kiss to his lips, you let him go.
© trappolia 2024
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hello!! I noticed you liked my Sova series and wanted to drop by, to send a small request :>
Can I get an omen, teaching y/n how to knit :D possibly make omen cold but has a soft spot for them :))
+ your writing is beautiful 🥹🥹
THANK UUU X
I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ABOUT OMEN!! Also he is my main and i have the card that he knits infront of a fireplace so imma go with that! So sorry for the delay btw... i have been feeling a bit down lately bcs i had a fight with one of my classmates but im back i promise!
Also, i am writing your request too, sova lover anon. Hope you are not mad at me 🥹
<<<Reader is gn and an agent from the protocole.>>>
Omen teaching to reader how to knit
Peeking through the door of the empty living room only to see the shadowy figure sitting infront of the burning fireplace and knitting with a pink yarn. If it wasnt your eyes that were too sleepy to see, it would be obvious that he was knitting an octopus with that yarn.
It was 2 am in the morning (def not me rn) and your mind was not letting you drift to sleep. You felt sick turning from one side to another. Deciding to go and get a water, walking down on the corridor to reach the kitchen but your eyes stuck to the ghost that was lighten by the light of the fire.
He noticed you nontheless. That 'face' turned to you and gave you chills down your spine. You know that he wouldnt hurt you in any ways but the chills was still there.
He didnt need any sleep and he quite enjoys his quiet moments at nights. If it was any other, he would just turn to knitting but he definately has a soft spot for you. In terms of interrupting his 'quiet moments' the only one he wouldnt mind was you.
"What are you doing this late?" The raspy and deep voice of his spoke with a lighter tone just for you. He didnt wanted to scare you off. Or it was just an instict. He doesnt even know at this point.
"Uhh... i couldnt sleep." You said while rubbing your eyes. It was weird of him to spoke first. If he spoke first, then he wants to speak right? You hope you were not mistaken and he wasnt doing this just because he feels the need to ask if you are okay.
"What are you knitting?" You asked while getting a bit closer to take a better look at it. "An octopus. I hope you like them."
Huh? I hope you like them? DO YOU? WHY WOULD HE ASK THAT?
"I do, but why?" You asked again. Feeling like you ask too many questions now.
"Then i will give this one to you when its finished. Maybe she will help you sleep well." He said while continuing with the yarn. When was Omen this warm to anybody? Let alone care?
"You really do not have to give it to me, you know." You tried to reject his offer but he stopped what he was doing and just stared into your soul so you have to accept that. You raised your hands to the air and laughed at your lose.
"I wish i could knit you something back but it feels like some kind of magic that i will never understand." You say while slowly sitting next to him. By his body language, he doesnt seem to mind.
"I can teach you." He says. Straight to the point as always. You look at him only to meet the blue hues that was looking at you. "Really? I would love to." This time you accept his offer with a smile. He took out his spare knitting needles and made a start with another yarn for you.
"Insert the right needle like this, wrap the yarn around and pull. Then put this stitch to the left one and repeat." He said then handled the needles to you. Showing you what to do one more time with the unfinished octopus.
It wasnt that hard as you thought it would be. He helped you with certain points and you two knit in peace. It felt quite nice to just knit near by a fire with some quietness. You understood why Omen liked it.
You didnt even notice you fell asleep. You woke up on your bed. Couldnt remember how you get here so it must be Omen who carried you to here. You lift yourself up in the bed, only to notice the pink octopus near you that was tucked in your bed like a kid. The care of Omen made you laugh. This was too cute to be him and yet it was.
After that night, his favorite time of the day is to knit with you. He continued to teach you and was proud of your progress. After you learn pretty much everything, there was planty of time for you two to knit things for eachother. Lets say, a sign of affection. He liked it and hoped that you do too.
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These are some questions for tumblr, namely specific parts, like knitblr and so on,
I might have questions occasionally so I thought it would be good to add a tag you can filter this by! It's "kaizokushojo asks community"
Anyway that out of the way,
I'm going through my late great aunt's craft stuff that I claimed. They were going to throw ALL of it away. It's mostly thread and fabric craft, esp. crochet, but there are like... Whole hats, blankets, doilies, etc., as well as tons and tons of yarn and stuff. There's a lot finished, a lot unfinished. So.
Just a pic in this case, lol.
First question: how hard would it be to finish off this? I think...it might end up being a bookmark or something because idk if there's a pattern... Idk.
This one looks like it would be very hard to finish. Again, I'm 100% "new," I do not know how to crochet. At all. (I've got all her supplies though.)
She has THREE big big bundles of yarn for this so apparently she was thinking of making someone a full afghan?? But the knit of it is larger....so will this be relatively easy?! 😰
I know what I can use the doilies for but WHAT DO I DO WITH ALL THESE TRIVET-POTHOLDERY SORT OF THINGS.
...also apparently she was making a blanket by attaching many of these other squares together (that's probably what the other pile of squares is for, just different project, I guess??) I have no idea how to do that. Is this going to be hard?? Not all of the squares are finished.
Please help me figure out what/how to do. I loved her very much. Yeah, I guess I should've asked her to teach me, but I've never been into crocheting and I never really thought she'd leave so much unfinished and...I kind of think it should be finished...idk. Where do I even begin. There are a zillion crochet needles and piles of yarn... It isn't like I'm against hard work, but I'm *new* and I don't want to RUIN cool things she had started, so that's kind of...what I'm getting at.
As a 33 y/o who has NOT ever done stuff like this, can I do any of these without botching her hard work, basically. :'(
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-dreams- | a ni-ki short fic
why do i feel liked this is so unfinished 😭😭
anyways-
warnings: nightmares??
word count: 658
niki x female reader
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clouds moved across the dark sky in a sheeny fashion, and as they did, rain began to fall from them like drops of dew from flower petals. as if it wasn't enough, the clouds themselves seemed to be getting heavier by the second, their white ruffles of fluff becoming darker and darker until finally, it became impossible for anyone to see them. with a sigh of happiness, you closed the window behind you with a snap of the lock, turning away from the view with a smile on your lips.
your smile only widened as a specific person caught your eye, laying just a few feet away from you, arms sprawled out on the bedding. his hair looked soft and fluffy under the dim light of your lamp, and his face was peaceful in sleep. there was something about him that made you feel at home. something about his presence that felt right, and made you happy. he always managed to make you smile with a simple glance. you couldn't help but admire him when he was asleep, even though he was snoring loudly.
but after a minute or two, you found yourself looking down at him with a slight frown as you noticed the uncomfortable look on his face. he had twisted his head and body uncomfortably, and his eyebrows were knitted together in what seemed like pain. you frowned worriedly, watching as his eyebrows slowly began to relax.
his eyes shot open, then quickly searched around the room before landing on yours. when their gaze met yours, they didn't have the usual mischievous gleam of the dreamer that filled his gaze. instead, they were full of what looked like misery.
"did you have a nightmare, riki?" you inquired laying down next to him, eye level. "you don't usually get nightmares."
he groaned, rubbing his face with his hands before burying his head in the pillow. "i know." you heard him mutter.
sympathetically, you scooted closer and put your arm around his chest as he let loose one last sigh of defeat before opening his arms to you, inviting you into a hug. you smiled at him gratefully and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close to you and letting your legs intertwine with his. he held you closely as he buried his nose in your neck, breathing in deeply. you could tell he was exhausted - how many nights has this happened now? and how much longer is it going to keep going? "are you alright?" you asked quietly, combing your fingers through his locks soothingly.
niki nodded slowly against your skin, his voice muffled. "yeah. i'm okay," he confirmed. "just... i don't know why i keep having these types of dreams."
"maybe you're just tired?" you proposed. "i mean, with all the practice and promotions, i wouldn't be surprised."
he hummed, agreeing as his grip around you tightened slightly. "i know... i know." he repeated.
you could hear the weariness in his voice. you knew he wasn't ready to talk yet - not while he was still feeling so vulnerable. instead, you pulled up the covers around yourself and niki, pulling both of your bodies under the blankets, leaving no space between you. he pressed his forehead against yours, holding your hands with his own tightly before closing his eyes.
"go back to sleep," you told him softly. "if you have another one, i'm right here."
"okay..." he whispered into your skin, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "thanks. i love you."
"love you too," you mumbled as you squeezed his hand in return. niki's breathing slowed and deepened as his eyes fell shut. after a few minutes, he stopped moving completely. the only thing left were the rhythmic sounds coming from his breathing, which soon turned to soft snores.
with a sigh of contentment, you pulled your hands from under the blankets, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend and resting your chin on his shoulder.
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How well do you think they can sew/knit?
I felt like I had a draft for this but idk where it went so
Mercs sewing!
Scout
He can't knit but he can sew just a little bit
Like we'll enough to patch up tears in shirts
That's about it
Soldier
I think he knits
He's not very good at it
But he enjoys it!!
Pyro
They can't sew or knit :[
They have other mercs help them when they need something repaired sewing wise
Like a plushie
Demo
Demo doesn't knit OR sew.
He crochets
There is a difference
Heavy
Heavy knows how to sew
He grew up with sisters he knows how to sew for repairs and he's a bit better than scout is at it
His mom tried to teach him knitting, but it didn't work out.
Engineer
He knows how to do both but prefers knitting
He thinks it's calming
He makes hats :]
Medic
Medic knows how to sew in a sense
He only knows surgical stitches
He's doing his best tho and his best is sick as hell
Sniper
He also crochets
He thinks it's calming
He has too many unfinished things tho
Spy
He doesn't do either
He doesn't know how
Lord, help this man if his mask gets a tear and he has to ask someone to help him fix it
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An Objective Rating of Fiber Arts
Bobbin lace: Fun! Easy to fix when you mess up! I feel fancy! Extremely time consuming and I haven't found a really convenient place/way to work on it in my apartment. My Batman lace sits yet unfinished. 8/10
Spinning yarn on a drop spindle: Good thing to do with your hands! Extremely impractical! Machines exist to make yarn better and more effectively. My hands hurt. Currently fun. 7/10
Knitting: Pretty easy! I have knit so many scarves! I learned how to knit in college, knitted a gazillion things (mostly scarves), finished undergrad, stopped. 6.5/10
Embroidery: Not bad! I tried for a bit and then stopped. I don't really have the patience for it. 6/10
Weaving: I haven't woven anything since I used one of those baby looms as a kid, but I think I'd be okay at it. I looked at looms at 2AM before deciding on buying a drop spindle instead. 5/10
Sewing: At a conservative estimate, three members of my family have built sewing machines. Multiple members of my family have patents on sewing machines/their parts. I am extremely bad at sewing. I bring shame to my family. 3/10
Crochet: If you gave me a million dollars and a month I might be able to crochet you a successful square. .5/10
Quilting: Witchcraft. ???/10
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I used to play an old romance app game that had to shut down a year ago on march 31st, but what sticks out to me the most is that the company behind the app treated their writers, artists, etc. so poorly that all the employees had to go on strike. They were put on massive time strains, with new episodes being pushed out EVERY WEEKDAY, whereas it used to be Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays
It was a relatively small app, so the community was very close and tight knit. My community knew that the employees that made this app work weren't to blame - it was the higher ups at the company pushing the workers to their limits
This app used to be quite a few different standalone visual novel apps, but were all pulled into one, which is how I found it. In one of the series when it was its own standalone app, it was pretty much how you'd expect these visual novels to go. Girl thrust into a world she didn't know, she's met by a bunch of hot stranger guys and including one girl. But also, there was a nonbinary character, who wasn't a love interest. Artists and writers conspired together as far as I know to create a scene in one of the routes where this nonbinary character kissed the protagonist to show the higher ups that were was a demand for nonbinary love interests
And we cherished those writers. We cherished those artists. I was there for the strike, the united version of the app stopped releasing stories because the writers weren't working. There was an in game calendar showing release dates, and that was just totally removed until the strike eventually ended
Through all of this, none of us blamed the employees, because they worked their asses off for an UNGRATEFUL company that treated them like utter dog shit. We blamed the HIGHER UPS, not the hard workers bringing us the stories and art we loved
The app went down on midnight on March 31st because the higher ups had made so many poor business decisions that the company could no longer stay afloat, so their USA branch dissolved, and the app by proxy. Routes left unfinished, series half done. They'd recently come out with series with the first mlm route, the first male protagonist, and then later series with two protagonists. More nonbinary love interests, and more wlw routes. More nonbinary love interests, side stories, and it was very much a queer safe space. Canon queer characters. I remember there was one character who was pansexual, and it was very blatant because we met one of his exes, a dude, but the protagonist of his series was a woman. They'd have special side stories for pride month and everything
Fans pulled together after the announcement in January (if memory serves). You can find archives of the art, of the routes, I myself even got on the train and recorded quite a bit. Because these stories gave me a queer safe space, a certain space that I haven't found since. I don't doubt I'll find another one, but romance apps with that much lgbtq+ representation are VERY hard to find
We were sad to see our app go. Genuinely, it's honestly one of my favorite games. But you know what we didn't do?
Blame the writers.
We blamed the higher ups.
As it should be.
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Hi! Love your work can we get more endless siblings + Lucifer shenanigans with child!reader and where and how her presence affects the events of the show (like how would they react to their dad being gone for 100+ years after telling them he’d be back soon :( and how would the other residents of the dreaming explain to her what going on when the palace starts crumbling? Oh and dream coming back with a Matthew and not his previous raven (forgot their name sorry) being their first experience with grief!?) I have so many other ideas (especially angst lol)but that’s just the one’s I’d like to see fleshed out by your great writing!
Seconds Into Centuries
Dream of the Endless & Dream!Reader
Summary: Everyone was taking their turn to take care for you as the Dreaming falls into apocalypse.
Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: papa!dream, everyone is soft for reader (me included), gender neutral!reader, feels, angst, fluff, typos, etc.
A/N: T_T MY HEART OK THANK YOU FOR THE REQ I was so excited when i saw this because I loved dream and his lil bb so so much. The original request actually does not fit in the timeline you wanted but thats fine lol
anyway i hope you like it
pls i put this off for so long since I had absolutely no idea what to do and now it feels mid im so T_T i HOPE you like it [cries] i kind of gave up on it lahsf;lhasf;a;sfsa
Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 and @lexi-anastasia
Lucienne watches you as you watered the garden patch you have been cultivating since your creation. It was the highlight of her day in all the rubble and darkness left in the dreaming.
"Ruru look," you point, "there are 4 flowers now!"
"Yes, my love, there are four," she smiles.
Lucienne watches your tiny body as you talked to your plants. She thought often about how they would grow, but you would not. You were as much as a child as you were the day he left. In truth, she hadn't expected you to come alive at all, much less in a form of a child, when she knew you were an uncompleted dream.
She was grateful you did though-- that you came to life. Lucienne often thinks this was were her master's way of reassuring the Dreaming, allowing you to live among them as a reminder of hope.
You astounded her everyday of your capabilities to grasp the concepts of your existence, of your father, Dream of the Endless, and the grand scheme of the universe. And yet, you still could not say the L in your nickname for her, thus Lucienne's pet name, Ruru.
"Come, my dear," Lucienne calls, extending a hand out to you, "we must get ready for lunch."
You wipe your hands on your garden apron then take her hand.
Once you get there, Lucienne cannot believe her eyes.
"Papa!" you call, the moment you get to the fallen hall. You release her and run straight towards him.
Lucienne is frozen in her spot, utterly speechless, flabbergasted. She does nothing but watch, still and silent, as you run up to your maker.
Dream is just as stiff as she is when you reach him and seal his legs into your arms. You beam up at him, smiling from ear to ear. Dream peers down at you, eyes wide, arms unsure of whether or not they should reach out to you.
"Why did you take you so long, papa?"
Dream's brows knit. He turns to Lucienne when he hears her sigh. The sound of her heels on the floor echo in the empty hall, filled with rubble.
"Is this-"
"The Dream, sir," Lucienne mutters, "the one you left unfinished."
Dream looks down at his creation, blue eyes blown wide.
"Papa, Didi told me you would be home soon."
"Didi?"
"Desire," Lucienne calls.
Dream's heart drops when he turns to his librarian.
"Auntie Death gave me this clip," you point.
Dream steals a glance at the child and the gem on her head, "two of my siblings came to the Dreaming?"
"Delirium came for her as well as Destiny."
"To what?" Dream's face falls.
"To... play with her," Lucienne says as she shrugs.
Dream is rendered speechless. A column of the Dreaming comes crashing down. You and Ruru start because of it; you in particular pull away from your father to press your hands tightly on your ears.
After this, you grab onto your papa's coat as you point to the rubble, "papa, papa, papa-"
"I've been trapped for a century, and you're telling me my siblings instead visited her?"
Lucienne did not know what to tell Dream. His teary blue irises were the cynosure of the reddened whites of his eyes. His face was hardened, like cut marble.
"Papa!" you urged as you attempted to drag Dream across the room.
His face twitched at your adamancy, but something ticked in him when you released his coat and grabbed his hand.
Dream softened, like moldable clay, upon the feel of the soft, tiny hand. You urged him toward the fallen pillar, and once you got there, you crouched on the floor and beckoned him to come close.
Dream followed you, dropping to his knees beside you.
You giggled softly, pointing at a patch of sawdust, "Cani and Abi told me to show you this when you come back."
Dream furrowed his brows.
"Our dream means Cain and Abel," Lucienne calls, walking over to you both.
You waved your hand on the clump of pulverized debris. Out of nothing, that area of destruction suddenly became the soil of a small green plant. You brought life out of the desolation.
Dream's eyes widens at the sight. You beam, standing to you feet, that you met your papa face to face. You grab his cheeks and tell excitedly, "it's a flower!"
Dream slightly lifts his face to behold yours.
Lucienne watches, placing her hands behind her back.
Your light begins to fade when you see the tear roll down Dream's face. You gasp, slowly wiping it away. You pull out your lower lip. Your own eyes begin to glass, "sorry papa. Please don't cry."
Dream's face tenses when you pull away. He was just quick enough to halt you from swatting the plant away and destroying it.
You turn to Dream, your own cheeks now riddled with tears as well.
Dream pulls you close, cupping your face, "what are you doing?"
"Flowers make papa cry."
"No," he shakes his head, "I- papa is not crying because of the flower."
You tilt your head, holding back tears, "why is papa sad?"
"I'm sad because of you," Dream mutters, turning away.
You freeze and then break down.
Lucienne's heart drops when you crumble into a wail.
Dream recoils, at the sound, "no- no- I didn't mean-" he grabs your shoulders tightly as he drops to his knees, "I meant I am sad because you lived here in the Dreaming," he releases a breath, "planting flowers in the rubble while I was away, for you had nothing better to do."
You scratch your eyes as you mewled sadly.
"I- that should not--" Dream drops his head in defeat. He releases a deep breath, "the idea an uncompleted dream..."
You sniffle, trying to calm yourself when the hands on your shoulders slide down.
Lucienne did not want to, but it was clear she had to intervene.
However, when she stepped forward, you did so as well, and threw your arms around Dream. Lucienne watched as he straightened up to cradle you tightly in his arms. There was such a warmth and tenderness between you that grass started to grow all around. It makes Lucienne's heart soar.
When Dream pulls away, he wipes off the tears on your face. You do the same for him.
"It is I that must apologize," Dream mutters.
You nod your head, "you were gone! For so, so long!"
He sighs, "I was... I-"
"But don't be sad. It's ok because Lucienne told me you didn't mean to."
"..."
"She told me you would come back!"
Dream turns to Lucienne in this moment. She finds herself smiling when the king extends a hand out for her. He presses a kiss on the back of her hand, "thank you, Lucienne--" he turns to you, "for everything."
Lucienne turns to you, smile widening, "it wasn't all me."
Dream releases her hand to pick you up as he stands, "yes, there was Cain, Abel, even Desire-- do tell me more about the visits you had, my love."
Your cheek is wiped by your papa as you begin to recount all of the visits you had with strangers that became playmates.
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The thing is... I don't think I even want to see Dragon Age 4. Especially not now that they have sacked the main writers or that they have left on their own accord, which isn't a good sign either.
It will probably look good. But I don't believe it will have any soul left.
I want to be wrong. But I don't think I will be.
They never managed to do as good as Origins (it had its faults but it remains the best of the franchise : the storylines, the characters, the worldbuilding, the immersion, the dialogue choices, the RP...).
Baldur's Gate 3 did though. And they aren't fron EA.
I love DA2, the characters, the main storylines, but it was unfinished.
DA:I was already soulless, I liked some of the companions (Dorian mainly. Even Varric was less interesting there) but got attached to none. They felt like colleagues, not a close knitted team.
The Inquisitor themselves were blank where Hawke and the Warden had a background that mattered, one you could build your RP on.
The main quest itself didn't feel like much. Tears in the Veil and demons (the Warden beated them close, Hawke dealt with demons on daily basis). It sounds huge, but it didn't felt like it, only a minor inconviences, tasks to complete to get points for.. for what anyway ? There was no apprehension during the quests (except the Fade, the only one where your choice had consequences) and when the final fight came it ended so easily and quickly.
Too many things were reckoned in DA:I and some I cannot forgive (Redcliff's topography, the dalish not caring for their mages, their whole pantheon being 1) not gods 2) bad slavers, while the Maker is still good and divine ofc, the whole "templars are bad actually" narrative after all we've seen in DAO and especially DA2, Leliana character development from DAO, etc. Actually, pretty much every choices from DAO, major and minor, didn't matter here at all, which is a huge flaw for a RPG saga).
The one quest I really enjoyed was the Jaws of Hakkon DLC. A DLC.
Sure the maps were pretty but too big and empty, as I said, soulless.
And the combat looked pretty too but it was messy, we couldn't even use all the abilities we unlocked because it was badly tailored for consoles, not PC. And there was no healer or blood mage class. DA2 fights had the non-stop spawning and yet they were more satisfying imo.
Seeing EA's track record and the mess development of DA4 was, I just expected it to give the final blow to Thedas and butcher once and for all this franchise that I loved thanks to DAO and DA2.
Just do it properly or don't do it.
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Fic List
I have not done an updated fic list in a while, so here it is! I want to finish up my WIP this year, and then in the works I have a Dating App AU Jily fic (Remus is a dairy farmer?); another Oxford Chronicles installment; a massive Jily Hogwarts era thing; a Lily Luna/OC Quidditch AU; and about 19 other ideas.
WIP
A Great Many Things (M, eventual E; Alicia Spinnet/Oliver Wood; canon compliant; probably my favourite OC ever)
Celandine (E; Wolfstar, Jily, Blackinnon, literally every ship ever; open relationships; magical AU)
Coming, Evans? (M, but eventually E; magical AU inspired by Around the World in 80 Days; Jily and Wolfstar)
Highgate Mews (M; established Wolfstar, Jily & Dorlene; Muggle AU; part of the Marauders Map series)
Honeybee Mine (M; Muggle AU; Jily and Blackinnon; James Potter keeps bees)
The Shoelaces Case; or, the many ways to spend your 37th birthday (M; Blackinnon; magical AU; time travel)
Use Your Best Colours (T; canon from Hedwig's perspective; it's so stupid)
Multi-Chapter fics (completed)
In Love and Death We Don't Decide (M; eventual Blackinnon and Jily; Hogwarts era fic)
Miracles series (James Potter as the Boy Who Lived):
A Bitter Little Eucharist (T; established Wolfstar and Jily)
The Marauders' Map series:
Hepburn Avenue (M; text fic; utter chaos as the Marauders meet the girls at uni)
Canterbury Lane (T; Wolfstar; Remus checks Sirius out in a car)
Costa del Sol (T; text fic; established Jily and Wolfstar; the gang go on holiday; currently unfinished for a really petty reason and tbh, probably staying like that)
Caraway Street (E; established Jily and Wolfstar; the post-uni years)
Peverell Hall (G; fluff; James Potter's idyllic childhood)
The Oxford Chronicles series:
The Paintbox (M; Blackinnon, background Jily and Remadora; Muggle AU)
Jily One-Shots
A Little Bloom of Hope (T; Muggle AU; flower shop)
Better Ways (G; pre-relationship)
James Potter and the Case of the Lacy Black Bra (E; everyone lives)
Last Rites (E; canon compliant; emotional smut)
My Heart is Overcome (Gen; canon compliant; fluff and angst)
The Parting Glass (T; fluff)
The Way the Light Looks (T; fluff, but in an angsty setting)
Blackinnon One-Shots
Confession (M; love confessions)
Oceans and Glaciers (E; ok, it's actually a 2 shot, but hey ho; very explicit)
Wolfstar One-Shots
Mosaic (E; 8 one-shots with a lot of different kinks, I guess)
Snowed In (T; first kiss; Hanukkah; Jewish!Remus)
Until It Shines (G; mild angst but also very fluff; canon divergence)
Hinny One-Shots
A Lesson Overheard (E; first time[ish]; canon compliant)
A Place for Hidden Things (T; canon compliant; post-canon; sad but with a happy ending)
Opaline (E; post-war; angry sex and unhealthy coping mechanisms)
Three Gnomes in a Knitted Trench Coat (G; technically canon compliant; a bit of a crack fic tho)
Misc. One-Shots
Afternoon Delight (E; Colin Creevey/Draco Malfoy; yeah, I hate myself too)
Enough Pizza to Feed a Horse (G; canon compliant[ish]; the OotP girls hang out)
Giving Us Doomsday (T; angst; original OotP celebrating New Year)
God Bless the Shed, and All Who Sail in Her (G; fluff and humour; the Potters being Potters)
hoax (G; Marlene/Gideon; angst; implied cheating)
Remember that You are Dust (M; 2nd person POV; the universe addresses the Marauders at the time of their deaths)
The Theory of Relativity (T; established Jily and Wolfstar, previous Remadora and Blackinnon, but not in a misogynist way; Lily is enby)
Rabastan Lestrange/Narcissa Malfoy fics
coney island (M; angst; sex; adultery)
The Burning Edge of Dawn (M; angst; who is Draco's dad?)
Collabs
All's Well That Ends Well (even if it takes four years) with a lot of people (E; Wolfstar; angst then fluff)
WIP: The Secret "Oral" History with @jennandblitz (E; 1980s university; lots of drugs; we affectionately call this Coke Fic)
WIP: We Were Electrified with @siriusly-sapphic (M; how the Lestrange twins became the worst people ever)
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Hey remember when this used to be a DIY blog
Me neither
Blanket! Gifting this to my aunt this Crimbus. Whee
Made with some Léttlopi yarn.
My mom had this unfinished knitted sweater (...I think it was supposed to be a sweater...) in the purple maroon and between me not knowing how to finish it (there were some wonky ass cables in it and the torso was not completed) and knowing full well I don't even like this color... I chose to frog the thing to repurpose the yarn.
Like it felt a little bad to do, but if I didn't do that then I was going to throw out the project entirely, because there was nothing else I'd do with it, and I'm not gonna waste perfectly good yarn man
And hey, this was a good amount of yarn (I know I did weight how much yarn this actually was but I can't remember for the life of me anymore, sorry) (Just believe me when I say that ball was heavy as fuck)
Not enough for a whole blanket but definitely a good start. I bought like 18 more balls of yarn (white and more of the purple maroon, though more white since I already had a ton of the poiple mawoon), and eventually got to working
Not gonna lie though, working with Léttlopi kinda sucks. Like it is a good quality 100% wool yarn (and it's not superwashed with plastic, amazing, love that), it's just that the yarn is so scratchy it was kind of painful to work with. Like to the point even the blanket was kind of unpleasant to touch because of the fibers sticking out
Thankfully the yarn softened A TON when I washed and blocked the blanket, kinda wish I had tried softening the yarn before even working with it but ehhhh it be like that, and I'm sure it'll soften even more with additional washes (but that's up to my aunt to deal with lmao)
But yeah, it sure is a blanket.
I've done so many granny square blankets by this point I thought it'd be fun to do a different type of crochet blanket, especially one where I wouldn't have to sew the damn thing together at the end for once. And it was fun, would do that again
My only regret was making the stripes of the blanket a bit too thin. There's two rows of granny clusters with a row of single crochet between them (just to add a bit more bulk to the rows). But, in hindsight, I wish I had done four granny cluster rows for each stripe, IDK I think thicker stripes would have looked better. But, it is what it is, just a good reminder for myself if I ever make another blanket like this (for myself) (in different colors)
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Spill
My hands are wrapped around my coffee cup because the cup is warm and my fingers are freezing. I rarely stop to buy coffee, but I'm making an exception today. The mild winter has lulled me into complacency but now January has arrived with a vengeance. My jacket is too thin and I don't have gloves and by the time I'm a few blocks from home I know I've made a mistake. Now, however, I'm inside the coffee shop, thankful that I have time to spare before I need to be at work.
That's when I notice the woman at the next table. She's dressed warmly, with a nice scarf and a knit hat. She's drinking coffee and reading. The book catches my eye. It's called Places Left Unfinished at the Time of Creation. I don't know anything about the book, but I love the title.
The book is a paperback and it's old. The cover is worn and tattered, and there are brightly-colored post-it notes sticking out from the pages. Lots of notes. There are several different colors, as if she had selected different colors for different types of notes. The edges of the notes are not crisp. They're bent and folded and ripped, because they have been sticking out from the book for a very long time.
I immediately understand. She's tagging passages that she likes. She's marking lines and quotes that are important to her. These are the things she wants to remember. The things she loves. The fragments that will stay with her for the rest of her life. There are too many to keep track of. She loves this book deeply, so deeply that her affection is spilling out of the book, overflowing in a rainbow of tiny paper tabs.
In this moment, I fall in love with this woman. I will never see her again, but that doesn't matter. I will love her until my dying day. She has traveled with this book for a very long time, reading and re-reading it, loving it intensely, and that is all the reason I need to love her.
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realized that although i really want to knit it is so tedious and boring when its just one color so instead of big areas of color i will fill the space with many colors. duh
so although i have unfinished designs that i’ve started to knit but failed to finish, here is a new design
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Plans for upcoming projects
For the first time in my life, I have too many unfinished projects AND virgin (?) yarn in storage and I'm going crazy thinking about all of it. I need to tidy my brain. Here is a chronology for this autumn:
Socks for Hannah. This is a gift and must be finished and shipped ASAP [done! they are currently blocking 10.10.2023]
Aroace sweater. Need to cast off and lengthen the sleeves (yes, in this order). [done! 22.10.2023]
Mending: light blue Jeans #1. My first time trying this. I need to press them to the fusible interfacing. [done 12.2023]
Deborah Cardigan #1. Start swatching (for needle size, stripe width AND modifications to the patter)
Mending: summer dress + light blue Jeans #2. I'll need to take out the sewing machine for both of them so might as well do them together. [done 27.12.2023]
Deborah Cardigan #2. Cast on and full-time work on it. [done 01.11.2023]
Mending: dark blue Jeans. If the first experiment is successful.
Light blue socks. I've finished knitting the leg for the first one but had to start working on another pair so they are currently on hold. I'll try to work on them as I knit the Deborah Cardigan [done 28.12.2023]
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Shouto ship fic, you say?? 👀
I would absolutely love some recs, if you have any!
Also, not sure if you’ve read it, but ‘Candy Canes and Christmas Crackers’ by PandaTanks on AO3 is my absolute favorite— 11 chapters of incredible fake-dating and copious holiday cliches! It’s a Bakugou/Todoroki fic (my fave, their dynamic is incredible).
Hope you’re having a great wind-down to the year! I’m REALLY looking forwards to the regency fic collab, coming up!! - 🥂
Omg no I haven't, but how seasonally appropriate!! This is going right on the TBR, thank you!!!! 💕✨
Omg where do I even start with ship fic recs, I have so many??
Okay let me try to break it down to a couple per each of my major ships, and I will exclude the fics I already rec'd in this post (but you should check these out too, they're some of the best of the best).
TodoBaku/BakuTodo:
Fire in the Mountains (also kind of DekuBakuTodo)
the lights are all out (it's a big city)
Hidden in the Sand (unfinished but I love it anyway)
Runnin' with the Devil
knit you a sweater (write you a love letter)
KiriBaku/BakuKiri
manly man falls for manliest man
Worth a Thousand Words
one to ten
Re-emphasizing Slow to Start (But Quick to Burn) from the other linked post, it's probably my fave fic of all time??
DabiHawks/HawksDabi
darling thank god it's this universe we're in
a brand new world
maybe that makes me a fool
SeroRoki/TodoSero
Eye of the Beholder
like a good neighbor (unfinished but excellent)
bells
Anyway thank you for letting me be insane on the dash. I just *clenches fist* love ships.
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