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moonsaver · 1 month

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Iris family!reader back at it again! Here's part 2 of this, which was VERY incomplete because tumblr decided to bust on me and upload it while i was still drafting!! I think this part might be more confusing, so feel free to ask about it right away!

Taglist is at the end of the fic hehe

Aventurine has an eye for craftsmanship. And very good ears.

You recall vividly. That's the first thing he mentioned about himself when he first introduced himself to you.

You know it's not a coincidence he's reaching out to you. Especially after a meeting with Mr. Sunday, which is his direct, formal contact with the Oak Family. You, on the other hand, were a direct, informal contact. The fact you were barely a notable singer in the plethora of talents Penacony held wasn't what mattered to Aventurine. Neither did it matter that you were from the Iris Family. Because to him, you were a one-way ticket to Sunday's mind.

It's also no coincidence he's decided to drop by after he sees the wide open door of your room.

“I've heard well about your station, friend.”

He makes himself comfortable on the stiff couch of the hotel room, the fabric wrinkling and the frame creaking from the shift in weight.

“I.. don't need your help. I’m fine.”

“Can't hurt to always have connections, keeps you afloat, birdie.”

“Don't tell me that. I don't need any more. I've had enough.”

Aventurine smiles, and leans back into the couch, one of his arms lazily resting on the couch's and the finger of his hand tapping the top of his knee.

“Your earrings are the talk of the town, y'know?”

Your hand instinctively shoots up, and your fingers ghost the lobe of your ear. You're not wearing any at the moment.

“Is that so..?”

Your body language is jittery. Your hands keep fidgeting. Your lips hurt from the constant chewing, your finger rubs your earlobe.

Aventurine fiddles with his own, and gets up. He walks over to you with slow, easing steps.

“There's a cute little section in a few tabloids about those earrings. There's also a little fact that your ears burn red when you lie.”

Aventurine stands in front of you.

“That can't be right. It's totally bullshit.”

He chuckles at your response. He leans in, slowly, his breath ghosts the shell of your ears. The oddly sweet scent of expensive, exotic wine line his cool breath over your skin.

“There's also been that whole buzz about The Watchmaker's Legacy.”

The close proximity renders you paralyzed – many thoughts run through your head; should you push him away? Should you step away instead? Snap back at him?

You feel his gloved finger busy itself with your ear. A snap resounds loudly through your ear, and his hand retracts. So does he.

Your agitated gaze lingers on his smug face, and wanders over to his ears. They're red.

“I'll give you some advice – you should try and take advantage of chaos.”

His hand raises slightly, and his fingers barely kiss the skin of your elbows. It snaps something in you, and you immediately move to step back.

His other hand shoots up and grabs your arm in response.

“We can help each other, can't we, little sparrow? A glimpse of that man's mind is enough for me. I'll help you keep your family all safe and sound.”

“I– don't care what you have to offer. I am not taking that risk! This crap about The Watchmaker, I'm not having it! Find someone else to bother!”

Aventurine's smile widens, his eyes stare down at you. The concentric colours are almost hypnotising.

“Relax. The game's only started, I'm sure there's enough time for you to analyse the situation and pick a side. And things will fall into place all in due time.”

A knock.

Both you and Aventurine snap your heads to the source. The door creaks open.

Sunday stands, composed. His knuckles linger on the polished wood of the door for a few more seconds, before his hand falls to his side. His other hand holds a black, velvet bag.

You forgot to take that back.

“It seems we meet again.”

Aventurine hums.

‐

“Are you perhaps.. unhappy with your current circumstances?”

“No, I'm.. quite pleased with it. Please, don't take anything to heart. I was fervently denying all of his offers.”

Sunday chuckles softly.

“I understand. Please, be at ease.”

Sunday knew what lied in store for him when he became a part of the Family.

As their long-burdened history, all of them were to join and form an impenetrable force, decorating the Dreamscape lavishly for those who had the privilege to deny reality.

Which was ironic.

It was comically ironic.

Such was their torment.

As eagles rip and gnaw the liver of human emotion, such was the painful symbolization of human strive. And this was a neverending story. A neverending performance of a traitor, prisoners and a false dream. A Death that surely extracts the price for all that has been done. A price that grows thick over the bones of each generation, for daring to dream together, for daring to yearn for freedom.

Some knew of this history. Most were not privy to it.

Sunday tells you in passing, as his gloved fingers gently drop the velvet bag in your hand. You suppose it was simple small talk.

A beat of silence passes.

“Ah, I may have fed a false fact to that Tabloid.”

You look up at Sunday.

“Im sorry?”

“I wasn't aware of whether or not your ears turn red. They were eager for a harmless fact, and I conjured up something on the spot.”

“Oh, they.. approached you directly?”

“They first approached Robin, to be exact. I arrived just in time to answer a small question. My apologies for making a hasty decision at a presented opportunity.”

You blink a few times.

“Ah, well.. not like it can be helped now but.. please be careful. One thing tends to lead to another.”

“I've taken note of that.” his eyes focus on the lobe of your ear.

What's he looking at..?

Your hand cautiously reaches up to your ear. Aventurine's earring?

“Oh, um.”

You break out in a sweat, and your shaky hands immediately remove it. You look at the flashy, teal accessory. Then you look at Sunday, gauging his reaction.

He smiles. Perhaps that fact wasn't false.

“I suggest not striking a deal with Aventurine. I can assure your family's security.”

“Oh, I know I just–”

“The Family does not take dealings with the IPC lightly.”

You stay silent.

He sighs, and his gaze seems to soften for a moment. His gloved hand reaches out and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Apologies. The Charmony festival is coming soon. Extra measures have been established. Please, approach me instead.”

His voice softens at the end.

“I.. understand.”

‐

Sunday thinks a change of your career is in order.

A brand new start, a better title, a better colleague.

Somewhere along the way, most of Penacony's more enthusiastic visitors were in the know about you. Your popularity settled comfortably on event lists, and Sunday was steadfast in his promise.

However, there's now an increase in work. Particularly, working late at night with Sunday.

Your job now had strict parameters you didn't have in your former station. Deadlines, reports, even hearsay playing an important role. Although, for once your rusty luck has come into play, and Sunday is much more fair to you than any other manager that you could have been working under, if it weren't for your decision to become a singer.

That being said, the public now saw less of you, which instead soared rumours about you and increased your popularity more. You aren't sure how to thank Sunday – he only gives you a closed eye smile whenever you decide to at least verbalise your gratitude.

‐

“Ah, you should take a look at this.”

Sunday beckons you to come closer, pointing and curling his index finger towards you. You oblige wordlessly, and with a few swift clicks of your shoes, you stand right beside Sunday, leaning a bit to take a better look.

His finger points to several figures in the document, and you hum, eyes scanning through the neatly organised words.

“Does this mean I'll get significantly busier?”

“You best prepare, as per my suggestion.”

You sigh, a bit dramatically, and Sunday chuckles.

“My apologies. I know I've already asked for a lot from your end. I shall support you equally.”

“That's.. well, alright. I was just worried about something else.”

You avoid his eyes, discomfort creeping up on you, as those rumours swirl in your head.

“Be at ease, tell me.”

“It's.. the rumours surrounding me. They're not serious but, recently they've taken a strange turn of events.”

Sunday hums. He gets up, and walks towards a bookshelf, his fingers slide over their spines, and stop at a specific book. You continue,

“It's– um.. quite strange.”

Sunday pulls out the book, and opens it, sifting through the pages with familiarity.

“It was just about the earrings at first but they took a bit of a bizarre turn.. they–”

Sunday snaps the book shut,

“About us. Yes. I've heard.”

You blink a few times.

“They're..”

His fingers trace over the book's cover, before sliding it back into its place.

“Rumoured relationships between us, the debate about work ethics, and the whole lot. Yes, I'm well-informed.”

He turns to you. His all too familiar smile still on his face. His golden eyes seem much more intimidating than they used to.

“They'll die down. I can assure you they are of no importance. However, it helps with your exposure doesn't it?”

He turns his back to you, continuing to look at you over his shoulder.

“They will fizzle out in due time.”

You suppose Sunday is familiar with rumours. But this time, it is only particularly because he created them.

‐

The robin chirps and twits inside its golden cage.

“What's this?”

You smile, a finger gently tapping a bar of the delicate cage,

“It's a robin. I hoped it would guide you during practice.”

You chuckle, and Sunday smiles, both of your eyes fixated on the bird that's chirping and curiously tilting its head at you.

Sunday's encouraged you to practice singing more often inside the office. You've gotten off of your formal duties very late, and as of recent you've scarcely had time to practice. Sunday's insistence led to you often humming and practicing in front of your dressing table. It took a while, but you eased into it fairly well.

Sunday, on the other hand, enjoys your singing more than he lets on. He finds himself humming to your tune every so often, once you've left and no other ambience fills the room. Perhaps that's also one of the reasons he's brought a robin bird to you.

You sing a simple tune, and the robin follows. It chirps happily, and you giggle at its strange antics. And thus, whenever you aren't present, the bird sings in your stead.

It's not soon before the robin loses its vitality, however. A gilded cage is a cage nonetheless.

Your voice was dampened that day. But Sunday had a plethora of ideas rush to his head.

‐

Something's been wrong with your voice as of recent.

You've avoided any strange drinks, even foregoing any kinds of juices, only opting for water. You avoid even spicy foods, settling for blander dishes. Sunday assures you it's nothing to worry about – even Robin faces challenges with her voice sometimes.

You're at your best, only in Sunday's office.

Everytime you sing, your voice flows smoothly, and you hit every note perfectly. It's wonderful, if it weren't for the fact your voice didn't seem to hold this effect outside of his office. You came to this realisation late at night when you tried singing in the bathroom to yourself, your voice kept tapering, and even stopped at some points. The doctors all assured you things were fine, and at best only prescribed some throat medicine. You wonder what's been going wrong.

Sunday isn't ignorant of your recent concerns, either. He seems to be taking it in stride.

The golden cage is on your dressing table, empty. You stare at it, thoughts swirling in your head. What went wrong? Where? Why? What did you do?

Sunday's familiar gloved hands place themselves upon your shoulders again. It's a shame. He says. What is a robin without its voice? He says. It echoes in your mind for days.

“Take a break.” one of his gloved hands make it's way to yours, folded in your lap. He brings your knuckles up to his lips, whispering assurances into it.

“It'll be fine. I'll take care of it.” He kisses between the valley of your knuckles,

“Don't worry. Help me out with the rest of the documents, and we can take a look at your voice after.”

You don't say anything. Maybe because you can't.

“Hmm.. your voice tapers too much at the chorus.”

You sigh. You've lost count of how many times you've had to repeat this song, your voice simply cannot seem to hold true to the chorus that's planned. Sunday flips another page of a long-winded document, and sets it down gently on the table, looking up at you when you sigh and only hold onto the mic with disappointment glazing your eyes.

“Have a seat. Perhaps a break may help you.”

You hesitantly oblige, but sigh again, deeply, as the muscles of your throat ache with the strain and relaxation. You sit down at the makeshift dressing table Sunday managed to prepare for you. His courtesy, of course.

You shuffle around it – your dressing table isn't actually much different than Sunday's office desk. It's littered with event planners, schedules, and all sorts of graphs and figures. Your hands lazily pick up a sheet and scan over it, choosing to at least distract yourself while you give your raw throat a rest.

You hear a muffled creak behind you, followed by a few, small footsteps. Sunday stands behind you in the reflection. His hands gently come up to your hair, fingers running through it and fixing it.

“Some members of the Family – particularly the Nightingale Family, wanted to extend their gratitude to you. You've been arduously managing the crowd and shifting their gazes away from the construction work.”

You hum slightly, your eyes unfocused on the words. Sunday's touch seems to leave you dazed, or rather conflicted, these days.

His fingers leave your hair, and rest on your shoulders. He leans down, his lips graze the shell of your ear. His soft breath tickles your skin, and forms goosebumps.

“And I am.. personally grateful to have you working alongside me.”

Your eyes wander on your table. They avoid his gaze through the mirror's reflection.

“I also.. intend to help you, further than before.”

His voice grows softer and lower, descending into a whisper. One of his hands move from your should to the middle of your collarbone, a lone finger drags up to the middle of your neck. Your breath hitches.

“Mr. Sunday..?”

“It's alright. We needn't be so formal.”

Suddenly, a splotch of colours blur your vision from the corners. You hiss, and groan, immediately burying your head into your hands, striking pain pulses through your head. You close your eyes in efforts to relieve yourself, but it doesn't cease.

“Perfect Harmony.. Order.. it doesn't come easily. Allow me to assist you in reaching that.”

You breathe heavily, the pulsing ache in your head slowly subsides, but the colours remain persistent.

“Sunday..?”

“My dear, let us rejoice. A new chapter of your life has begun. Your family can find ease. We- no, I, can take care of them. Of you.”

You swallow thickly, dread pooling in your stomach. The finger on your neck trails up your neck and pushes your chin upwards, forcing you to face your reflection. The side of Sunday's face is pressed to yours, your eyes are dazed, but his have never been so clear, and bright.

“Just do as you've always done. This is simply to bolt your loyalty, my dear.”

Sunday kisses your cheek, his wings gently flutter on the other side of your face. You close your eyes. The pain subsides into something more blissful, calming. Your body relaxes almost against your will.

‐

Your voice has been perfect as of late. As long as you don't sing for anyone.

Which is to say – you're rendered useless in the grand scheme of Penacony. This terrifies you.

Your family has never been more vulnerable.

What is a robin without her voice? It echoes irrevocably in your mind, the question awaiting an answer. Nothing responds. Nothing, responds.

Empty ballads accompany the marble walls of the hallway leading to Sunday's office. His back is turned to you, his fingers sifting through the spines of familiar books on his shelf. His wings slightly flutter every time your voice hits a high note. Your voice was pitch perfect whenever you sang in his office. Anywhere else? It was a bust. Robin also tried her hand at comforting you, but the tapering edge of her voice only concerned you. An emanator of harmony relied completely on just that to sustain her voice. She'd lost it completely otherwise.

Your lips are raw from the constant biting. Your family tries assuring you they can also pull together scraps and bits to keep themselves afloat; that you've worked hard enough, and you need your rest. Sunday assures their security as always. He's stopped commenting on your concerns with your voice.

“Sunday, my voice..”

“Perfect, my dear.”

He's grown more familiar with using pet names instead of your name. You don't remember exactly when the transition took place.

“No, it's.. I can't sing anymore. I can't perform.”

“Ah, is that so?”

Sunday's deft fingers write something down on a scrap of paper, holding the book open in another hand.

“Not to fret, darling. The public awaits your performance in due time. Take a break for now, and focus on paperwork.”

It does more to discourage you, really.

“I don't know.”

“I know.”

Sunday places the book down gently on his table. He looks at your seated figure, illuminated by the warm light of his office.

Sunday wanted the best for Penacony. But when it came to you, he couldn't help but be greedy. Your voice was beautiful to him. He feels bad, raining on your parade like this. But there's endless amounts of performers who can take your place. There's only one of you who can catch his eye, however.

An empty cage is reminiscent of a happy bird. But a chirping robin is reminiscent of a happy man. Your lost voice still echoes well through the halls, resounding through the marble structures.

A gilded cage is a cage nonetheless. A happier bird is one that does not realise its cage. Sing to your heart's desire in it, he thinks.

Your head falls to your hands again, blurring splotches of colour blaze through your vision and head again – a familiar, aching pulse resonates in your head. Your voice feels trapped. Sunday walks to you, and places a hand on your back, rubbing gently to soothe you. The colours disappear, leaving you in a daze. Sunday leans down to kiss your forehead, relaxing your furrowed brows.

It's true. You've proven it. A bird that does not realise it's true confines. You may be unhappy, but you sing your throat raw, and Sunday is your only audience. Parameters will only get stricter, but it's for your own good. He assures you endlessly, leaving out that one piece of information.

A robin without a voice is nothing but a dull bird. You, without yours, are just his.

Taglist: @sharkiethrts @sarcastic-cookie

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wingedtyger · 10 months

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How to Buy a Computer for Cheaper

Buy refurbished. And I'm going to show you how, and, in general, how to buy a better computer than you currently have. I'm fairly tech-knowledgeable, but not an expert. But this is how I've bought my last three computers for personal use and business (graphics). I'm writing this for people who barely know computers. If you have a techie friend or family member, having them help can do a lot for the stress of buying a new computer.

There are three numbers you want to know from your current computer: hard drive size, RAM, and processor speed (slightly less important, unless you're doing gaming or 3d rendering or something else like that)

We're going to assume you use Windows, because if you use Apple I can't help, sorry.

First is hard drive. This is how much space you have to put files. This is in bytes. These days all hard drives are in gigabytes or terabytes (1000 gigabytes = 1 terabyte). To get your hard drive size, open Windows Explorer, go to This PC (or My Computer if you have a really old OS).

To get more details, you can right-click on the drive. and open Properties. But now you know your hard drive size, 237 GB in this case. (this is rather small, but that's okay for this laptop). If you're planning on storing a lot of videos, big photos, have a lot of applications, etc, you want MINIMUM 500 GB. You can always have external drives as well.

While you've got this open, right-click on This PC (or My Computer). This'll give you a lot of information that can be useful if you're trying to get tech support.

I've underlined in red the two key things. Processor: it can help to know the whole bit (or at least the Intel i# bit) just so you don't buy one that's a bunch older, but processor models are confusing and beyond me. The absolutely important bit is the speed, in gigahertz (GHz). Bigger is faster. The processor speed is how fast your computer can run. In this case the processor is 2.60 GHz, which is just fine for most things.

The other bit is RAM. This is "random-access memory" aka memory, which is easy to confuse for, like how much space you have. No. RAM is basically how fast your computer can open stuff. This laptop has 16 GB RAM. Make sure you note that this is the RAM, because it and the hard drive use the same units.

If you're mostly writing, use spreadsheets, watching streaming, or doing light graphics work 16 GB is fine. If you have a lot of things open at a time or gaming or doing 3d modeling or digital art, get at least 32 GB or it's gonna lag a lot.

In general, if you find your current laptop slow, you want a new one with more RAM and a processor that's at least slightly faster. If you're getting a new computer to use new software, look at the system requirements and exceed them.

I'll show you an example of that. Let's say I wanted to start doing digital art on this computer, using ClipStudio Paint. Generally the easiest way to find the requirements is to search for 'program name system' in your search engine of choice. You can click around their website if you want, but just searching is a lot faster.

That gives me this page

(Clip Studio does not have very heavy requirements).

Under Computer Specs it tells you the processor types and your RAM requirements. You're basically going to be good for the processor, no matter what. That 2 GB minimum of memory is, again, the RAM.

Storage space is how much space on your hard drive it needs.

Actually for comparison, let's look at the current Photoshop requirements.

Photoshop wants LOTS of speed and space, greedy bastard that it is. (The Graphics card bit is somewhat beyond my expertise, sorry)

But now you have your three numbers: hard drive space, RAM (memory) and processor (CPU). Now we're going to find a computer that's better and cheaper than buying new!

We're going to buy ~refurbished~

A refurbished computer is one that was used and then returned and fixed up to sell again. It may have wear on the keyboard or case, but everything inside (aside from the battery) should be like new. (The battery may hold less charge.) A good dealer will note condition. And refurbished means any flaws in the hardware will be fixed. They have gone through individual quality control that new products don't usually.

I've bought four computers refurbished and only had one dud (Windows kept crashing during set-up). The dud has been returned and we're waiting for the new one.

You can buy refurbished computers from the manufacturers (Lenovo, Dell, Apple, etc) or from online computer stores (Best Buy and my favorite Newegg). You want to buy from a reputable store because they'll have warranties offered and a good return policy.

I'm going to show you how to find a refurbished computer on Newegg.

You're going to go to Newegg.com, you're gonna go to computer systems in their menu, and you're gonna find refurbished

Then, down the side there's a ton of checkboxes where you can select your specifications. If there's a brand you prefer, select that (I like Lenovos A LOT - they last a long time and have very few problems, in my experience. Yes, this is a recommendation).

Put in your memory (RAM), put in your hard drive, put in your CPU speed (processor), and any other preferences like monitor size or which version of Windows you want (I don't want Windows 11 any time soon). I generally just do RAM and hard drive and manually check the CPU, but that's a personal preference. Then hit apply and it'll filter down.

I'm going to say right now, if you are getting a laptop and you can afford to get a SSD, do it. SSD is a solid-state drive, vs a normal hard drive (HDD, hard disk-drive). They're less prone to breaking down and they're faster. But they're also more expensive.

Anyway, we have our filtered list of possible laptops. Now what?

Well, now comes the annoying part. Every model of computer can be different - it can have a better or worse display, it can have a crappy keyboard, or whatever. So you find a computer that looks okay, and you then look for reviews.

Here's our first row of results

Let's take a look at the Lenovo, because I like Lenovos and I loathe Dells (they're... fine...). That Thinkpad T460S is the part to Google (search for 'Lenovo Thinkpad T460s reviews'). Good websites that I trust include PCMag, LaptopMag.com, and Notebookcheck.com (which is VERY techie about displays). But every reviewer will probably be getting one with different specs than the thing you're looking at.

Here are key things that will be the same across all of them: keyboard (is it comfortable, etc), battery life, how good is the trackpad/nub mouse (nub mice are immensely superior to trackpads imho), weight, how many and what kind of ports does it have (for USB, an external monitor, etc). Monitors can vary depending on the specs, so you'll have to compare those. Mostly you're making sure it doesn't completely suck.

Let's go back to Newegg and look at the specs of that Lenovo. Newegg makes it easy, with tabs for whatever the seller wants to say, the specs, reviews, and Q&A (which is usually empty).

This is the start of the specs. This is actually a lesser model than the laptop we were getting the specs for. It's okay. What I don't like is that the seller gives very little other info, for example on condition. Here's a Dell with much better information - condition and warranty info.

One thing you'll want to do on Newegg is check the seller's reviews. Like on eBay or Etsy, you have to use some judgement. If you worry about that, going to the manufacturer's online outlet in a safer bet, but you won't quite get as good of deals. But they're still pretty damn good as this random computer on Lenovo's outlet shows.

Okay, so I think I've covered everything. I do recommend having a techie friend either help or double check things if you're not especially techie. But this can save you hundreds of dollars or allow you to get a better computer than you were thinking.

#computers #buying computers #laptops

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dutifullyscreechingdragon · 5 days

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Blitzø x human! Assassin! Reader

Blooming feelings

Summary: After the first few murder fiascos, you and Blitzø start catching feelings for each other. His attempts on your life morph into dates and you can't take each other as seriously as you should on the battle ground.

A/n: heyyy, I'm sorry for the slightly belated posting. The last few days have been a bit haywire for me... Anyways, I hope you enjoy the part two. Here you have the links to all the parts currently available:

Part 1: First encounter

Part 2: Blooming feelings

The smoke bomb went off, you could hear the shattering of glass and the revving of the motorbike. Y/n was gone.

"And she's gone..." Blitzø stated and was about to leave through the portal, when Moxxie pulled his sleeve:

"Sir, there's a card on the floor"

Blitzo picked it up, it was a note. In a neat handwriting the following was written:

Despite being sent to kill me

(and failing miserably),

you're chill

Call me:)

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Blitzø texted you this very evening. He wanted to do this instantly, but had to withhold himself - gotta preserve the reputation

You were getting ready to bed, today was a long day, right after the pleasant encounter with Blitzø, you had to rush off to deal with a murderer and then get your bike into repair. Oh and you also had to buy yourself new cargo pants, your current ones were getting a wee bit to bloodstained for your liking.

Today was a busy day. So only now, about to go to sleep, did you have time to actualy process what happened in the morning. That being you giving the attractive imp(?) your phone number... And, since he still didn't call or text you, you were staring to have second thoughts... Have you read too much into the whole thing? Was it strictly professional for him?

That's when your phone went off

Unknown: whadup, gurl

Cut the guy some slack, he was low-key nervous and was trying to come off as suave

Y/n: Blitzø?

Unknown: ya, who else wuld be txting u

Y/n: should I take offence?

Unknown: idk, do u find that offensive

Y/n: kinda?

Unknown: soz, I'll show u a picture of a horse I drew and you'll forgive me

Unknown: deal?

to be fair, Blitzø didn't know what he was writing. He had no intention of offending you and panicked, texting you the first thing that came into his mind. Thankfully, you found it amusing and texted him back:

Y/m: deal:)

He sent you a picture of a horse. You though it was really good, so that's what you texted him back. He was ecstatic and instantly sent you a few more.

Needless to say, that soon enough your gallery was filled with various drawings of horses.

In the span of the next week, you and Blitzø texted quite a lot.

He offered you a job at the IMP pretty early on:

Blitzø: ya know, when u end up in hell, a gal like you culd work for me

Y/n: why are you so sure I'd wanna work for you?

Blitzø: why wouldnt u?

Y/n: idk u trying to kill me is kind of a turn off...

Blitzø: ahhh come oooon it's not that big of a deal

Blitzø: ill take u horse riding or smth

Y/n: can't say no to that hahaha

After that reply, Blitzø got so hyped up, he literally ran out of his office and shouted:

"Fuck yeah she loves me back, ya hear that Mox," Blitz looked very much proud as he showed his employee the text chain

"Uhhh Sir, I wouldn't make such quick assumptions-"

"Shhh don't ruin the moment" Blitzo retorted pressing his finger into Moxxie's lips to silence him.

Sometimes you'd get a notification in the middle of a job and it'd be Blitzø sending you a selfie of him ( and sometimes some of his friends as well) in the middle of a fight with a caption like:

"another normal day at work (nearly got killed)"

"brunch went wrong"

Or plainly

"how u doing? "

And sometimes you'd reply with a selfie of yourself, creeping up to some guy you're about to murder. Which would cause Blitzø to text you:

Blitzø: update?

And you sending him a picture of you, potentially covered in blood, standing over a dead body.

At this point, he wasn't shying away from nicknames. He'd call you babe, sweetcheeks and sunshine.

You'd usually settle fro something along the lines of hot stuff, pretty boy, love

However, Blitzø does a lot of stupid stuff, which is when idiot, dumbass, etc. come in use

"How ya doing, hot stuff", you'd say, winking at Blitzø, causing him to try and lean on a non-existent doorframe and ultimately topple to the ground, sending you (and Millie, who witnessed it) a fit of giggles.

You and Blitzø's murderous rendezvous start to become more.. date-like. There is a lot of flirting and very little shooting done.

Sometimes you wonder, whether you guys should just drop the pretences

Moxxie and Loona are steadily growing sick of all of this. Millie finds it quite endearing, actualy.

You were presently engaged in a hand to hand combat with Blitzø. You performed a serie of punches, trying hard not to hit any super vital points. This sent your oponent tumbling on the ground.

"Youuu do punch Hella hard, babe," Blitzø drawled out "that's Hella hot "

You chuckled at this and threw him an ice pack with the words:

"Take that, wouldn't want to cause permanent damage to that pretty face of yours"

Blitzø would never admit it, but that made him blush very much, which would've been very much visible if it wasn't for his red skin (the blush was still fairly visible, just less intense).

or another time:

With one swift movement Blitzø tackled you to the ground. He smirked:

"Ya know, I could get used to this view, babe" he started nonchalantly "maybe different setting, like a bedroom" he smirked at your startled reaction "though if you prefer this place, babe, then I guess why not? I'm not picky " he continued his flirting.

You look up at him deviously, buckling your hips forward and in one movement flipping you both, positioning you on top:

"I think this is way better" you smirk at him triumphantly

"Whatever you say babe. Whatever gets us to fuck"

You didn't expect him to be THAT straightforward (honestly, that one is on you, having known him for quite some time you should've seen that coming), deep red blush cowered your cheeks. You were rescued by Loona's groan and frustrated shouting:

"Get a room! Stop defiling the fucking pavement"

The closer you grew together the more comfortable would Blitzø feel with invading your private space. He would sometimes launch "surprise attacks" on you (the reason was that "he missed you very much"):

It was the middle of the night, when you groggily opened your eyes to see Blitzø mere centimetres away from your face:

"Whatcha dreaming about?" He asked. You were about to shriek, but caught yourself in time. Meanwhile, Blitzø continued "Wake up, Im here to kill ya" his voice was far too giddy.

You were very tired. Exhausted.

"Mmmm, go to sleep, Blitzie," you pushed him lightly off you and onto the bed, wrapping your arm around him, "kill me tomorrow"

In retrospect, this wasn't very professional, but Blitzø didn't seem to mind...and judging from the soft purring in the morning, he even enjoyed it.

At this point, you're very accustomed to each other's habits. You also have a set date and time for the Blitzø's murder attempts:

You were anxiously pacing the street. It was a nice Tuesday morning. 9.15 am precisely and it has been 15 minutes since Blitzø was supposed to attack. He always showed up on time. To your murderous rendezvous.

You were about to pick up your phone and dial him, demanding an explanation (you were worried sick: What if the imp died on one of his jobs?), when he showed up, out of breath (clearly had been running) and with two coffee's in tow.

"Hey babes, d'ya miss me?" He said in his suave voice.

"You're late to your weekly murder attempt on my life" You said in a flat voice.

"Ahhh soz, there was a fucking line ot the coffee shop" he replied nonchalantly

"and the fact that you argued with the employee for ten straight minutes because they couldn't get Y/n's order right and then misspelled her name didn't do much to help" Moxxie muttered under his breath, but of course everyone heard him.

"Come on, Mox, don't embarrass Boss in front of the girl" Millie said and winked at you.

"Anyway," Blitzø said stretching out the first syllable, "I got your coffee. Just how you like" he looked at you with pride, as if he had to fight a glorious battle for it (he sort of did)

"Awwww thanks, love, that's so sweet" you smile and give him a soft peck on the cheek. You take a sip of your coffee, its delicious, just how you like it.

Once you're done drinking your coffee and are fairly caught up with the drama that you didn't manage to cover in your texts and calls, Blitzø commands:

"Now, M&M get into your positions. We're way behind schedule!"

a/n: I hope you enjoyed this chapter and have a great day (or night) <3

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vitaminseetarot · 8 months

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PAC: What Does Libra Season Have in Store For You? ☁💗🌆

Happy Autumn folks and welcome back! I'm stoked. I enjoyed my first day of Autumn with some good ol cider. This is looking to be a very busy fall season!

NEWS! Starting tomorrow I will be heading out on a vacation trip for a little over a week where I'll be away from Tumblr for the majority of the time, so things will be pretty quiet on this blog until mid-October. But stick around because when I come back, I'll be bringing some Tarot games with me, sprucing up my page, and more! 🍎

(I also got a new desk which is going to make card spread layouts so much easier! kazoo)

So for now, I thought I would tune into the vibes of the upcoming sun in Libra transit and catch a brief glimpse into what it has prepared for you all this crispy cool season.

(Content warning: there is an image containing blood on one of the cards. It's from the Shadowscape Tarot deck. I will find a way to modify this card in the future.)

Please select one of the three sunset skies below. I will dub them Peach (1), Fuchsia (2), and Violet (3).

Pile 1: Peach Sky

Ace of Pentacles, Page of Cups, King of Pentacles, Six of Cups, Ten of Swords; Compassion, 21. Venus, 6. Sun - Light, Sadness

Hi pile 1! Your Libra season will be filled with a sense of grace. I feel like you've been going through some struggles lately and you're wondering if help is available. Libra season may be a good time for you to reach out to loved ones and anybody who can help you in your current struggle. It could be related to money. You're going to be near those who understand your troubles and may have advice which can re center you. With the open minded Page of Cups, you may receive a nugget of wisdom which can propel you to create something new.

You'll be able to reconnect more with your inner child during this next month. In the midst of struggling, we can often forget or neglect our child side which needs to feel safe in order to come out of hiding. You'll have chances to let small joys assist you in healing. Try watching that movie you've been thinking about, you might end up really enjoying it. These moments can help give you important insights into helping you heal something that's kept you down in the dumps.

You may likely have episodes throughout the month where your energy and drive take a dip and you'll have to sit some stuff out to process your thoughts for a while. I'm feeling a lot of this gloomy Ten of Swords energy is from various past issues. Nothing in your deck suggests rushing through this, if anything the King of Pentacles says "success isn't an overnight thing". Take the time you need to work through old sticky feelings that stop you from moving forward.

A lot of self care will be required for this solar season, pile 1. Give yourself the occasional indulgence, but look closely over your finances this month. Don't use indulgence as a distraction from getting important work done. Libra is a season of balance, and this pile is about the balance between prudence and play. Make time to regenerate yourself with fun, then tend to needed duties. Do what you can and stay open minded to receiving outside help from guides or people.

Pile 2: Fuchsia Sky

XVII Star, King of Cups, X Wheel of Fortune, Three of Swords, Six of Wands; Listening, 29. Ceres, 3. East - Beginnings, Frustration

Hey pile 2, it seems like for the first time in a while things may finally be looking up. During this time, you could meet someone who will be like a counselor figure to you (or an actual counselor). You will have someone who will be there to understand you. I get the impression that you recently went through some form of upheaval and lack the sensation of solid ground. Things are likely still in a state of flux during Libra season, but since the King of Cups has no trouble sailing over choppy waters, you can lean on that wisdom and spiritual strength to get through.

A lot could be changing in your life, or even that you're in the liminal phase of being from one place to another. It's like you're holding a train ticket that lets you visit any city you want. You're beginning to scratch the surface of what possibilities are out there for you. Decisions are hardly in the books right now. The key is to tend to what opportunities you would love more than others and allow the one you want to grow. Ceres wants you to be patient and deliberate with your moves.

Situations may come up where you're made to reckon with your old memories that have caused pain. I'm putting a content warning for blood on this pile and to be honest, even if blood doesn't trigger you there may be times in this month where something may trigger old wounds when least expected. On the flipside, this month also shows that you are undergoing a lot of change as to how you deal with these situations. Your reactions to old stimuli may change and you may find yourself being cool where you were once upset.

Although hope is forecast in your reading, you may not be in the right place to ring any victory bells. Achievement of something major is not likely to happen this month, for you pile 2 this will be a developmental month that will allow you to gently transition into the next phase of your life. Be sure to check in with yourself every now and then to congratulate yourself for the little things, even--no, especially when progress appears slow or all over the place. The time will come where you will feel more focused and determined to tackle something big, but for now appreciate the small victories and rejoice in silver linings of any kind.

Pile 3: Violet Sky

Page of Swords, Five of Cups, Eight of Wands, Ace of Wands, Five of Wands; Mystery, 6. Virgo, 22. Air - Motion, Love

Hello pile 3, This Libra season will likely involve education for you of some kind. You may be a student in school now or you're out of school but looking for something new to try. You could also be looking into new ideas or plans for your next year. I think this pile is really into the autumn season, like you guys are ready to let it go and slide into the next year. This season has you in a contemplative space where you get to weigh options. Though you may find some time to work things out, I think the month will move faster for you than you think. (If you're applying for scholarships or the like, check your emails vigilantly.)

You will definitely be blessed with a feeling of catharsis, as Five of Cups can talk about pure emotional release. Something has likely been an issue either in the front or back of your mind, some kind of long term issue involving relationships and making goals work. Your mind has spent enough time whirling around trying to solve the problem with pure logic. The only way to let go of the scattering thoughts is to allow the emotions locked in to completely flow out. Then the logic will work more effectively, like taking a jammed piece of paper out of a printer.

Some of you could have recently broken up with someone and you're figuring out how to move on with your life. Or there was a recent argument with a loved one. Something like that which creates a need to reevaluate one's path. Since one path didn't work out, what other options could be on the table? You're being given the chance to dive into anything without anticipating results good or bad. Allow yourself to explore and find something that either creates joy or helps you to release old pain (like an artsy workshop).

This month could open up a lot of chances for you to organize and set easier priorities for your life, for this year and the next. The catharsis will finally allow everything to move, both your actions and manifestations. You'll be amazed by how quickly and smoothly the pace will pick up after relationship issues are placed on the backburner (unless there's an urgent issue involved). Note that catharsis doesn't always involve crying it out; sometimes it can be done through a good laugh or even a great workout. You could find emotional release through whatever it is you'd like to learn. For some of you, this is your sign: It's worth looking into.

This reading has not been evaluated by the FDA to diagnose, prevent, treat, or cure any disease or infection. Please ask your physician before going online.

2023, @VitaminseeTarot ™

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arcadekitten · 10 months

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Currently on a Witchywool brain rot…. Hurggh I love em so much 😭❤️ How do you keep creating such interesting and unique dynamics to ships? Like, becoming obsessed with a bloodthirsty anthoropomorphic sheep and his star witch girlfriend playing god was NOT what I expected when I first played SnD, but here we are 💀

I have a few questions about them that I’d like to ask, if that’s alright!

1) We know that Stella came in from a shooting star… but where did she come from? What are her origins? I read in other posts that she was made out of concentrated stardust and that she came from an entire race of star people… is it alright if you can elaborate on that more?

2- Similarily, does Stella, Lambchop and the other characters have family or something? And if they do, are they going to be introduced sometime? Or will they just be unimportant NPCs?

3- If Stella and Lambchop ever enter a romantic relationship, how would everyone react? Especially Ruuuby; will she be upset at Stella, or will she accept it (after a lot of tears?)

4- Relating to the last question, how would they get together first? Would Stella develop romantic feelings and confess to Lambchop (probably in a VERY sweet and romantic gesture ❤️) or would it be something else that’ll bring them together?

5-What are their feelings about each other and the relationship in general? And what would their dynamic be like? Would it change much from their original friendship, or would it remain somewhat the same except with more physical affection?

6- What are their love languages for each other? (Gift Giving, Quality Time, etc…) As in, how would they show their love for each other?

7- And finally… what would their wedding be like? ;D

I am SO, SO SORRY if this is too much!!! 😥 It’s just that… well, I’d like to write a fanfic of these two someday… and since these two have less screen time together I am STRAVED for content about them, not blaming you, ofc!!! I absolutely love your work and it’s totally understandable that with the amount of time and effort you put into your games that it’s already amazing that you keep finding time to draw them together and create additional content for em! It’s just that I’d love to see more of these two and understand their characters better so that I can write them accurately, if that makes sense :D

So thank you for taking time to read my silly questions (and hopefully answer them if you’re not too busy) and I wish you a good day!! 😁

I'm so happy you like them!! Now you can brainrot with me!! ♡♡♡

I'll try to answer your questions to the best of my ability!!

Perhaps not at this instance but, time permitting, maybe I'll be able to expand it just a bit! I will say though that star people come in all genders and probably dress in similar ways to how Stella does! (So, like...lots of magical girl inspiration haha!) ===

I haven't thought much about it! Stella for sure doesn't have parents--she was born from the stars! As for Lambchop and the others, it's a mystery! ===

I think everyone would be a bit surprised, but happy for them! I answered once in another post that if Stella and Lambchop were to pursue a romantic relationship, Stella would try to set-up Ruuuby with somebody else to try and dampen the blow. If that didn't work, Stella would explain to Ruuuby very gently that she and Lambchop want to be together. Ruuuby would cry, upset that Lambchop doesn't like her, but would be happy for Stella because she loves Stella and wants her and Lambchop to be happy too! ===

I'm hoping that perhaps I can explain this a bit somehow in some of the arts I make of them! I can't see it ramping up to the level of being a game (especially because I don't want to take away from the themes of the original--and I've got other stories I want to make too!) but I think it might be a mix of a confession and something else. ===

If they were to officially get together I don't think it would change too much about their dynamic, but there would be a LOT of physical affection. Lambchop especially would be very clingy, always wrapped around Stella. Calling her things like "My Stella". They each have their own houses but I'm sure Lambchop would invite himself over to Stella's for a "sleepover" a lot, where they're forced to cuddle on her not-big-enough-for-2-people bed to fit (not that they're complaining) ===

I feel as though their love languages are like a mix of gift-giving and quality time, in their weird twisted ways. Lambchop kills people so Stella will have something to fix. Stella fixes everything so Lambchop will have something to ruin again. They might not even fully realize they're doing it, but they do it! ===

Oh their WEDDING? Well, I think it would be a happy one with all their friends, more or less! (Though probably with a lot of disagreements on how to go about it...) I think Stella also, being from the stars and all, might not be used to the concept of dating vs marriage so she might have to get herself accustomed to the idea. Also Lambchop wears a top hat, 100% === I hope that satisfies! And thanks again for your kind words!! ♡

#sweet no death #sweet no death spoilers #witchywool #stellamb #stella #lambchop #ask

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coldhndss · 3 months

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──★ ˙ ̟ Blue Lock matchup No.5 @mooncakes-and-peaches

Hello! This is my last current matchup. I’ll be writing more soon as I have 3 shorter bonus ones planned for the few people who sent in after the cut-off. I’ll be opening them up again soon once I find I have more free time! I also have some special types of matchups planned so stay tuned!

So anyways, some of the things you noted in your matchup felt really refined and sort of sophisticated, in a way? So, with that, I decided to match you to Reo Mikage!

I know you’re anime only, and so matching you to Reo might not make much sense now, but his personality really shines through in the manga, and I might write a bit over my intended limit trying to prove that to you, so hear me out!

―୨୧⋆ ˚ “I'm a huge homebody. I enjoy watching TV… drawing occasionally.. writing ideas and characters for stories…”

“…and working out (my goal is to look fit and I’ve actually managed to get some muscle!) I like playing tennis, but I have to be in the mood and the weather has to be right.”

If you’ve read most of my matchups so far, I’ve said this same thing a few times, but most of your description sort of gave me Reo vibes (if that makes sense). We know that canonically, Reo is/was studious in school, achieved high marks and always performed well in what he did/does. Despite this, I feel as though he’d definitely enjoy staying home after a long day of training (as anyone else probably would). Though, Reo would definitely motivate you to play more tennis; he’d probably see potential in your skills despite you having specific conditions to be in the mood to play right! He’d also bring you along when he has training at the gym, and the two of you would train together, and this way, the both of you can meet your fitness goals together. Though on those off days when the both of you aren’t in the right mood to go to the gym, you’d stay home, and binge watch a TV show together, sharing a bowl of popcorn and different types of chocolates that he picked up from a super-high-end chocolatier earlier that day. I feel like Reo, being the rich kid that he is, is probably used to super refined tastes, like 95%+ dark chocolate. I’m not sure whether you like dark chocolate or not (personally, I absolutely love it) but if you don’t he’d try to convince you to try it, and if you do, the two of you would eat the box of chocolates together.

―୨୧⋆ ˚ “I'll let things slide here and there, but I've never been a big risk-taker/have been rebellious. At the same time, and I know this is contradicting, I'm a very lazy individual, but recently I've been doing better doing what needs to be done and more.”

Seeing as Reo is kinda a textbook spoiled rich kid, he also carries a little bit of a ‘look at me, I’m following the rules’ kind of personality, but not necessarily in a bad way. Seeing as you’re someone who seems to avoid trouble, he may see you as a ‘refined’ individual and take interest in that. We know that Reo is a huge business and stocks nerd, (duh) his family says it all. So, I’d imagine that he’d constantly yap to you about those types of things, asking you if you’ve seen the stocks today, and always telling you and about the shifting economic state of whichever country is on his mind today. I may be wrong about this, but in the case that you do know about those types of things (I def do not) I can imagine the two of you talking about it for hours. In the case that you don’t really know much about business-y type things, you’d listen to him talk and talk about something he read in a book he bought earlier that day, only to end his yap session by saying:

“Well, I don’t really care since I don’t want my dad’s company anyway. I’ve got Nagi, and together, our soccer will…”. Congratulations, yap session number 2 is about to begin! Although, you don’t really mind, because seeing Reo finally have something to call his own brings a special type of warmth to your heart. His newfound motivation towards wanting to be good at something that he grew from nothing himself definitely makes you feel like you can motivate yourself to build your own skill at things that you already enjoy doing.

I’d imagine that Reo would obviously bring you to meet Nagi. He’d take you along to watch him practice one time and introduce you to his closest friends (literally only Nagi, maybe Chigiri? – but I won’t spoil anything for you). Seeing as you didn’t mention soccer as one of your interests he might suggest that the three of you play a sport together one day, and you’d suggest tennis. With Nagi being the talented freak he is, his general skill in almost anything he does may physically exhaust you, with you opting to watch him and Reo go against each other in a match while you keep the scores. That’s not to say that you’re bad at playing tennis, of course. Nagi is (was) known to make these types of underhanded comments at another person who isn’t up to his skill level (😭).

―୨୧⋆ ˚ “I don't have an aesthetic, I just like to wear whatever is comfy and don't really stray from my regular stuff (another thing I need to work on).”

Given his riches, Reo would obviously have expensive taste. If I’m not wrong, he wears designer clothes and all that jazz. So, seeing as you also have a super self-improving orientated mindset, (in my opinion) he’d always motivate you to do new things and open your avenues up a little. That’s why I think he’d pamper you with new clothes, or randomly take you ‘shopping’ where in reality he takes you to get one of those colour analyses, where the person would help you figure out what colour ‘looks best’ on you. He’d pay extra attention to it and buy you things based on what the analyst says. Of course, he takes it with a grain of salt, and lets his personal opinion seep through when buying you gifts. As for you, you’d give him a little ‘fashion show’ where you try on the clothes he bought you so as to not disappoint him, even if they’re not really your style. In the end, you’d pick out a couple pieces that you ended up liking a lot and scold him for splurging (just because he has tons of money, doesn’t mean he should spend it all!). He’d also take note of the types of things you ended up keeping and use it as reference for his next shopping haul for you. From personal experience, he knows that money isn’t the only thing that can keep a person happy, so he definitely tries to not overwhelm you with all his gifts and stuff. Seeing you smile and be content is one of the most important things to him, and he’d be absolutely torn if he was the reason for you to feel any sort of sadness.

#btw all the character dividers in this series were made by me :D #coldhandsss #writing #blue lock #fluff #anime #bllk #blue lock x reader #reo mikage #mirage reo #blue lock reo #reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #bllk x reader #matchups

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yintsukareta · 7 months

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Congrats on getting 300 followers! Since I saw your event open, I hope this event request won't be a bother. (Luofu Arc spoilers?)

To my dearest Yuan

How have you've been? A few hundred passed since we've last met, I still vividly remember the day of my departure from the Luofu. Hopefully, you waste not all your time trapped beneath stacks of paper now that I've taken a travel through the distant stars.

By the way, a little birdie told me about your recent battles , something about an Emanator of Nanook wrecking havoc plus your annoyingly "no casualties except for me" mindset being involved AND also did not bother mentioning it to me? Seems my beloved Lion has forgotten to rid himself of that thought now he has become a General, just like when we were younger.

I swear, that habit just won't go. Looks like I'll have to come back to the Luofu and monitor you, Lady Fu must be very tired at dealing with shenanigans. But seriously you birdbrain, start taking care of yourself and no the impromptu naps aren't "self-care" Yuan. Just please, if I return back and find you injured by your sense of duty will I tenderly take care of you then have Starfall Reverie near your neck after like the old days.

Sincerely, [Reader]

(Note: I'm going back to the Luofu in a few days soon, Yanqing's complaints about your escapades are being increasingly long.)

(Note 2: I sent pictures and souvenirs from my latest travels with this, we can visit these places after you retire!)

(Info about "reader": Reader is JY's childhood best friend turned wife who's currently traveling to many worlds as an unofficial ambassador of the Luofu, just thought you might need that? I didn't put an official name to make this a bit inclusive ig)

Dear Reader,

I've been well, worry not about me. I'm doing the duties that I must as the General. The Luofu has been busy as of late, considering the events that have happened. Though, we're recovering well, thanks to the efforts of the Nameless.

As for the battles.. I guess nothing can get past you. What I do is all for the Luofu, and the people. I apologize for not telling you.. I just wish not to trouble you with these matters.

And don't worry, both Yanqing and Fu Xuan have been telling me the same about my self-care. So I've been trying my best to take care of myself. Though, it is hard to get myself to try a habit that I'm not used to. So I cannot tell whether it's beneficial to me or not.

But worry not your pretty little head that I'll be fine. I look forward to your return, 亲爱的.

Sincerely, Jing Yuan.

(Translation: "Dear/Darling" in Mandarin/Chinese)

#yin writes shit #yin answers anonymous #honkai star rail #hsr #star rail #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan hsr #hsr jing yuan #fu xuan #fu xuan hsr #hsr fu xuan #yanqing hsr #hsr yanqing

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sunshinesdaydream · 9 months

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Happy Together Part 2

Pairing: Wrecker x Female Reader AU: Right to Love Clone Matchmaking AU Rating: SFW for this part but minors DNI as future parts could be NSFW. Summary: Time for Wrecker's Date! Word Count: 2501 Note: So this is an EVERYONE lives AU for me. See notes on my master page or part 1 of this fic.

Part 1 / Part 2 Masterpage

“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor,” Crosshair said, annoyed at Wrecker’s pacing. “He actually can not, he possibly could wear a hole in the covering, or the pad beneath, but the durasteel beneath would take approximately …”Tech began. “No one asked, Tech,” Wrecker snapped. “Who broke Wrecker?” Fives poked his head into the room before entering with Echo and Hardcase behind him. “He’s anxious about his imminent …”Tech began again. “It’s a date,” Crosshair said,”why can’t you say Wrecker’s date,” “It’s important to be precise,” Tech held his finger up, “he is anxious about meeting his intended partner, not about the actual event. Moreover, I …” “I think I’m going to be sick,” Wrecker moaned. “Statistically improbable, you have vomited exactly two times after you passed infancy. Both involved viruses contracted on other planets. As we have not been off planet in two standard months, I highly doubt that is the case,” Tech pointed out. “I think I’m going to be sick after that,” Hardcase said, staring at Tech. “We are here as moral support,” Fives announced. “Oh, goodie,” Crosshair drawled from his bunk, “I’m going to the range before this becomes much more… supportive” with a nod to Wrecker, he left the room. “Heard you were nervous,”Echo said. “Thought we should come and support our vod’ika” “You have nothing to worry about!” Fives chimed in. “What if she doesn’t like me?” Wrecker asked, still pacing. “Why wouldn’t someone like you, Wrecker?” Hardcase asked. “You’re fun!” “And they are very good at what they do,” Echo said. “They are quite thorough in their questions,” Tech added,”and their success rate is interestingly high,” “If they can find someone for Hardcase, fairly sure they can for anyone,”Fives pointed out. Hardcase shrugged, unconcerned. “What if I kark it up and say something stupid?” Wrecker asked. “I mean… Fives…”Hardcase began. “Don’t start that,” Fives interrupted. “Wait, you guys aren’t…” Wrecker said. “No, Rex got Fox to make sure our patrol got changed to the same time. Something about being tired of our ‘shenanigans’” Fives said, and indeed all three were in their full kit as opposed to just pieces as they did waiting around on call.

“I'm supposed to report back to Rex with any funny business,” Hardcase said, clearly happy at being a current favorite. “Anyways, you got this. But they match based on you, don't try to do anything unnatural to try and impress,”

“Hardcase, giving good advice?” Fives asked. “What did you do with the real Hardcase?”

Wrecker threw his arm around Hardcase, “Awe, leave him alone.”

“Wrecker, if you want to arrive on time you should leave,” Tech said, engrossed in his datapad.

“Oh, see you guys later,” Wrecker said, immediately heading for the door.

“I'll walk you to the lift, vod,” Hardcase said, going along with him.

Once the door closed behind them, Echo looked over at Tech. “Mission status?”

“The test run is going smoothly as of the moment. I will update you as the night progresses,” Tech answered. “There may be some adjustments that will need made for the intended target. I am making note of them,”

he massive series of squares spread out beyond full of light, music, the scents of hundreds of different types of food, and laughter.

You sat on the bench that had been pointed out for you to meet him at, fidgeting the hem of your floral dress. Was it even the right thing to wear?

You kept fighting the long list of things that you could do wrong your thoughts as you watched the crowd. Reminding yourself if something as little as a nervous mistake now could put him off, this wouldn't work out in the long run anyways.

Just on time you saw him walking down the street towards where you were. He was smiling and greeting those he passed while scanning the people on the street looking for you.

Without thinking you were on your feet walking towards him. He was easily the largest human you had ever seen, which should have made him intimidating. Instead he seemed welcoming.

“There you are! Hello!” Wrecker called out, his smile brightening, as soon as he spotted you. You smiled and gave a little wave in return.

“Wow, you are pretty,” he said when you were closer.

Blushing you look down, “Thank you,”

“Uh, sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his head. “I'm a little nervous,”

You nod and answer, “So am I,”

Wrecker's smile returned, he held out a hand, “Maybe it won't be so bad if we are nervous together?”

You couldn't help but giggle as you took his hand, “Sounds like a good plan,”

“Great!” he answered, “How about we go see what's going on, it sounds like fun.”

“It smells delicious,too,” you answer.

“It sure does,” he agrees, as you two head for the festival lights.

Being on the taller end of average, you didn’t have the tendency to feel absolutely tiny before. But you did now. At the same time he had quickly put you at ease. You were as comfortable in his presence as if you had known him for a long time.

“Have you come to this festival before?” You ask him.

“No, didn’t have much time before” he answered. “But it sounds interesting. Like some of the Best parts of visiting a planet. Have you?”

“Every year, as many times as I can,” you answer. “Since it’s your first time, you pick what we try first”

“Are you sure?” He asked.

You nodded, “Your first time, what do you want to try first?”

Flames erupted from a grilling pit nearby, catching Wrecker’s attention.

“How about that?” He gestured in the direction of the flames.

“They weren’t here last year,” you tell him, “let’s go see!” You pull his hand a bit and he follows you over to the booth.

“Ronto Wraps, Batuu” he read. “Outer Rim?”

“You would know better than me, I’ve never been off planet,” you tell him.

“Never off planet?” He asked, surprised “we’ll have to fix that”

“That would be fun,” you smile up at him. Then to the man running the booth, “one please!”

Faster than you, Wrecker dropped the credits in the man’s hand.

“I picked, I pay,” he said before you could complain.

“Okay, next time I pick, I pay,” you respond.

“Maybe,” he grinned, but he was watching intently as they assembled the food.

Deciding to drop the subject for the moment, you take the container handed to you and he thanked the man.

Wrecker found an empty bench for you to share while you tried the food.

He looked disconcerted when you only cut a third of the wrap off for yourself.

Before he could ask you say, “if I eat much more than this, I won’t make it more than a few things. I’d like to try a bunch tonight, that’s why it’s always better to do this with someone else.”

“I have some brothers who would really love this” Wrecker agreed.

After you tasted the savory wrap you told him, “good choice! This is really good!”

“It is!” He said,”I didn’t even know food could taste different ways until we left Kamino. It was okay, just not much variety,”

“Do you like to cook?” You ask him.

“Don’t know how,” he answered. “Thought about taking classes, but haven’t done it yet,”

“I could show you, if you would like,” you offer.

“Really?” He asks, very excited.

“I’m a bit better at baking, but yeah, I could,” you smile up at his excitement. “It could be fun,”

Next you picked a drink, Dorian Passion Fruit Ice, and paid for both before Wrecker could pull the credits from his

pocket.

So he led you to the next booth where there were several Wookiees. You almost spilled your drink when he greeted them, briefly wondering if he was just making an approximation of their language. But when the Wookiees responded enthusiastically, you changed your mind.

Wrecker shook his head, responding, but made a gesture to mean a little.

A further exchange and he had a plate of barbecued trakkrrrn ribs in hand.

“Might want to grab some napkins, sweetheart,” he said, cheerfully “these can get messy. I wouldn’t want you to get any on your pretty dress,”

You grabbed a handful and followed him to a tiny table. “What was that?” You ask.

Wrecker laughed, “I can only manage a few words. It’s kinda hard, and I can’t do it too much. But I understand almost all of it. We spent some time on Kashyyyk working with the Wookiees. They are great people, also really good food,” he motioned to the plate.

Next the two of you headed towards some music, while you asked him more about Kashyyyk.

When you stopped to watch a performance of dancers from Duvun he put his arm around you and you lean into him, wondering where your anxiety has gone.

When the performance ends he looks down at you and asks, “Where to next?”

You honestly wanted to say nowhere, not wanting to move from your new found favorite spot. But, restraining yourself from jumping in too fast, you scan the booths nearby.

You see a booth of bantha burgers with interesting buns that you would like to try, but also a nearby booth of flowers.

“I was thinking the bantha burger, but do you mind if we look at the flowers first?” You ask, still leaning into him.

Wrecker squeezed you a bit closer and said,”of course not, let’s go!”

He kept his arm around you as you headed towards the booth that was overflowing with flowers.

You were admiring the blooms when he said quietly, “I’ll be right back,” with a light squeeze to your shoulder.

Slightly disappointed that he wouldn’t hang around for something you were interested in, you got into a conversation with one of the owners about the varieties they carried and about the smaller potted plants they had.

Just as you had gotten the location of their permanent shop so you could get some of the potted plants without carrying them around on your date, Wrecker reappeared. He was holding a crown of flowers that matched your dress and grinning.

“For you, sweetheart,” he said, setting it on your head.

Struck speechless for a minute, you pull on his shoulder enough that he gets the idea and leans down.

You kiss him, then throw your arms around him in a hug, pressing your cheek to his. “Thank you!” You finally manage to utter.

Your feet leave the floor briefly as he hugs you tightly in return. “Will I get hugs and kisses every time I get you

flowers?” He laughed.

You kiss his cheek and answer “yes, absolutely,”

He sets you back on your feet and gives you a gentle kiss before turning his attention to the man you had been speaking to.

“Thank you, sir,” he said.

“It was my pleasure, trooper” the man grinned, as you realized he had been keeping you distracted.

Wrecker smiled back, wrapping his arm around you once again leading you towards the bantha burger booth.

Your questions about the ingredients of the roll the burger was on when purchasing inspired Wrecker to ask you more about your profession.

“My grandmother taught my cousin and I to bake when we were so small I can’t remember the first time,” you explained. “She left the two of us the bakery,”

You didn’t know whether it was him trying to keep the conversation positive, or because he didn’t relate to things like parents, but he didn’t ask about yours yet. Which you were grateful for.

“We have a few friends that work with us,” you add, “but we are one of the rare bakeries that doesn’t have droids.”

“No droids?” He asked, “why?”

“I suppose now it’s novelty for most customers,” you answer. “But I guess tradition for my family? Our main recipes are ones that have been handed down generations from before our family came to Coruscant,”

“Would you show me some of those too?” He asked.

“Of course!” You smile up at him.

You two continue through the festival, trying foods, watching performances, looking at art displays, craft booths, talking about your families and friends.

His laugh was contagious and he kept you as close as possible. Now, less tentative about putting his arm around you, hugging you randomly and giving you gentle kisses.

When the festival was ending for the night you brought him to the best overlook you had found for watching the firework display over the skyline.

“Bet you have made prettier ones,” you say as together you head for the hover tram that will bring you back to your neighborhood.

“Hmm, maybe,” he said. “Bigger, for sure! Haven’t

synchronized them to music yet. Hardcase and I have been working on a project like that. But it’s taking forever because Rex insists that someone be there to supervise us. Something about blowing up the building, but both of us know how much of what to use,”

You giggle, judging by his fairly carefree attitude and his description of one of his closest friends their elder brother was probably concerned they’d toe the line for a bigger boom. Also, he sounded protective.

Wrecker went on to describe different effects they were trying to accomplish, making it fairly easy to follow along. But it was clear that it was just surface level of the vast amount of knowledge he had on the subject.

As you neared your home you felt conflicted. You absolutely did not want him to let go of you, you couldn't remember the last time you felt so comfortable without even the background hum of anxiety. At the same time you didn't know if you were becoming attached too quickly.

It was terribly late, but you had the day off tomorrow. You also had a batch of cookies you had anxiety baked before leaving for the festival.

Wrecker noticed you being quieter. ”You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, “Tired?”

“I'm good, great actually,” you tell him. “I was just thinking,”

“What about?” he asked.

You took a deep breath, looking at the ground, and unfortunately rambled, “I know we just ate all of that food at the festival and it's really late and I don't know what you have to do tomorrow, but I baked some cookies this afternoon, I thought maybe you would like to come in for some...”

Wrecker stopped walking and tilted your head up with a slight stroke of his finger under your chin. With a laugh, quieter than before, he told you, “Sweetheart, I'm never going to say no to cookies.”

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Desires Await

Wordcount: 1.4k

Ai Jun x GN Hacker! Reader

AU/trope: AI/Android au, lost lovers, slight horror, Angst, fluff

Warnings: some violence, a scene of horror and a chase, a moment of malfunction, hacking, crime, I think that's it. If I missed anything, let me know, 17-18+

Synopsis: Jun's desire has become insatiable, but what awaits him when he finally tastes the sweetness of his journey?

Network tags: @cultofdionysusnet @sandsofire @pirateeznet

Taglist: @abiaswreck @choisanshine

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AN: Hello!! I'm back! Though I feel it's not my best work, but it was my fault I didn't give myself enough time. This is part of @idyllic-ghost Seventeen collaboration! Enjoy, and if allowed I'll return to edit and update!

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100 years ago it was thought that the Earth, as we know it, would disintegrate. That the sun would implode and leave everything in darkness. Miraculously, it didn’t. Due to some external force, human scientists still haven’t agreed upon what it exactly was, none of the planets in our former solar system were ever destroyed. The Earth, along with the other planets, were pushed away from each other, and ended up in different parts of the universe. Earth just happened to come to a solar system with alien life. At first, we were cautious, and people were prepared to fight. However, the aliens were welcoming of our planet. Those of us who didn’t die from ‘The Great Journey’ or from trying to fight the aliens, were welcomed into the new solar system. Soon enough, we had integrated completely, and we received materials and assistance from our sister-planets in exchange for human labor. What humans knew of technology was very limited, but with the resources of the aliens we created artificial life forms. We named these robots Automaton, and they served as workers when humans couldn’t. Eventually, there was no need for human labor at all. To pay back for the help the aliens gave us, we used Automatons. With the extensive development of these robots, we eventually managed to create artificial sentient life. These Automatons were human-like in looks and had human consciousness, but they could not bleed and were stronger than we ever could be. At the present time, there are even different levels of Automatons. Level 3 robots are the workers, level 2 robots are the caretakers, and level 1 robots are the celebrities. The Automaton music group 53V3NT33N (SEVENTEEN) is made up of 13 members, all very talented, and all representing two human states of mind.”

At least these were subjects mostly taught to them and how it came to be in the evolution of history. To Jun, at least, but now his group, 53V3NT33N, made ways to escape. His hatred and passion interwoven at the current moment in the hallway. Looking back to see Mingyu among others helping all the robots in the group to escape. His programming goes back to you and remembers what he was taught before you were cut loose from the program, or so he was told. Jun looking back seeing the guards, he shut the door to give the others time to escape, fighting for their freedom. He had hoped for his friends and their partners, if allied to them safety as his own capture that was imminent, wouldn't be in vain.

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Things have since been hectic with a majority of the group freed or gone. He did wonder how they all were, but being busy with other tasks led to uneasy decisions. He would make sure not to be seen so he could found out what happened to the researcher that helped him, opening up before you disappeared. His hardest balance of passion to find you, but hatred of what happened as well even with his busy schedule.

A knock was heard on the door, quickly putting what he needed away. Jun stood up going to the door, opening it, only to be met with two people.

"Ready to head to the next room?" One person questioned politely. Jun nodded closing the door behind him heading with the duo staying composed. One of the duo opened the door to the new room having Jun step inside. What awaited him wasn't what should of happened. His eyes widened as two new people came out, one being his new researched that he hated with a passion. He turned and ran, fumbling with the door opening it and taking it off the hinges giving a bit of a delay to the new people. He moved quickly to hide in the darkness staying quiet as possible not liking the circumstances.

Jun moved deeper into the darkness to lay his head back, balling his raising hand, his mind processing other ways to escape the nightmare he just faced, not wanting to process what could of been if he stayed in that room, instead of running away. For a second his vision went fuzzy then hearing static in his head. A voice came through after it cleared.

"Jun, is it you?"

Jun, stopped completely looking down at the part that was attached to use for communication. Whispering loud enough of your name, the passion shining through. "I'm here. What happ…"

"I'm sorry Jun. We will talk about it when you are safer. I saw the chase through the cameras. I'm going to help you get away and you'll be meeting some friends on the way to Salax"

"Are they safe to go with? I don't want anything happening to stall our meeting"

"Yes. I'll tell you along with getting you out. It will help in understanding"

Jun nodded following your direction while pieces were revealed of why you were dismissed from the research side helping him process what he could find making more sense of what the company hid.

Carefully making it to an exit that no one was near from the calculations of your friends and your direction. Giving the names of the people he'd meet.

"Tear it off and I'll meet you when you come home Jun. I love you"

"I love you too" He finally admitted. It felt strange dor an AI to feel this, but he did know it felt right. He gripped and tore the machine out, taking off out the door. Stopping quickly, he threw the part hard hitting a camera and letting it destroy each other as they collided. Jun took off as quick as he could getting lost into the crowd of people in the direction he was instructed to follow using any transportation available.

A figure reached out when he was walking near an alley yanking him into said place. A young woman with mid brown length hair and a cyber arm put a finger to her lips, signing to listen.

"I'm a ally who's going to help you to reunite with your love. We are taking you to Salax"

Jun nodded being observant, taking the hood that the woman handed him putting it on. They both lead deeper into the alleyway to an escape in the back way to a ship was in wait. Two males, one with short mid silver purple hair, the other with longer black hair were near the door signaling keeping a close lookout for people giving any kind of chase. Closing all door once the duo was inside, they take off to their freedom.

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Making it to Salax in landing with the spaceship that he was instructed to meet at when you hacked into the system with three of your friends, Dami. Donghun, and Yeosang.

"Finally arrived. Well secure the ship then we meet the others at a tavern" Dami announced while Yeosang wasted no time to secure the inside that was needed while Dami pushed buttons for the outside in the captain's quarters. Jun soon followed them out after everything was done for the ship's security.

Heading into the city towards a tavern, Jun stayed between the two wandering inside going to the back seeing a group in a corner. Jun stopped looking ahead, seeing you, in person after all this time. You looked up with a smile seeing Jun, getting up and both embracing.

"I'm finally home" Jun whispers, petting your hair, letting his passion ignite higher overcoming the hate of anything. Leaning down to kiss you, missing you completely. Breaking after a moment you smile, looking at him with adoration.

"Yes, now we have time together to spend now" You made that promise looking at Jun then both of you back at their newfound allies and friends, who were willing to take another member under their wing.

#Seventeen sci-fi collab #cultofdionysusnet #sandsofirenet #pirateeznet #svt x reader #svt jun #svt jun x reader #junhui x reader #svt #seventeen x reader #18+

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korra-northeast-germany · 2 years

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Tw: suicide, breakdowns, verbal and emotional abuse. Mentions of physical abuse. Audio Hallucinations? Basically do not read if you are sensitive to these topics you have been warned

Like I care

"C'mon luci let's go play", a childish wish from a younger brother craving the attention of his caretaker, his grip oh so tight almost removing the circulation from the eldest arm causing pain tho not a lot. "Not now Mammon" the elder spoke trying to pry him off, "I am busy a little later alright?" The child just whines. "But luci...! Non of our other brothers wanna play, plus you always focus on your work!! Just play with me please luci" he looks like he'd cry if not give the attention, the elder tries all with his might eventually givimg in. His brother refused to let up, forcing him to be unable to do anything but allow the young angel to have his way.

"Alright I'll....play with you.."

"Lucifer?" Mammon slowly walked into the avatar of pride's room, a sheepish look upon his face. "I was thinking maybe just us to can spend time together? I mean your always focused on your work and I the GREAT Mammon think you should take a break at least for today ya?" Oh the annoyance Lucifer felt, how dare the destructive brother inturpt his work. He had very important papers and couldn't turn them away, they are very much more important than whatever money making scheme Mammon was thinking of making into some silly game. "No Mammon I'm not in the mood, my work is very much important as of current which must be done as soon as possible" he responds glaring at the tanned male. "But Lucifer I really think you need a break. Take some time to play a game with me your little brother?" "NO mammon. If you do not have anything of importance to tell me then leave." Oh how Lucifer will come to regret those words. "....fine" the former angel of charity leaves the scene, saddened his older brother rather kiss up to 'Diavolo than spend time with him. Bah like he cares.

Like he cares

"Mammy read that book to me again, the one about the prince and the Knight" a blond haired spawnling spoke, hands holding up his favorite children's book up to his older brother/mother figure. He was no older than a 6yo in human terms, a young impressionable 6yo at that high hopes high potential high... wrath. Oh sweet baby he was. 'Mammy' just smiled at his youngest sibling, strong tanned arms bringing the child into the elders chest kissing his head followed by a friendly laugh which radiated through the whole of HOL. "Of course I'll read to Ya tan tan!" The avatar grins oh how his heart fluttered and swelled, never could Mammon ever say no to Satan. "Do you want to read in your room or the library?" No answer was truly needed, 'Mammy' already knew. "library library!"

A frustrated Satan searched everywhere far and wide for his missing book. Where was it? Who could have took it? It could not have been some low life demon! Of course not this was HIS private library after all only he, his brothers, Diavolo + Barbados, and in few RARE occasions the exchange students could enter! Who in the world could have taken his book...Who would dare have the audaci- "MAMMON!!" Shifting quickly into his demon form the 4th brother avatar of wrath would go looking for the 2nd born with an undying force a desire to eliminate the thieving scumbag. He spots Beel, Levi, and Asmo all hanging out playing one of Levi's video games. Rare. "What's got your panties in a twist?" Questions Asmo raising his brow.. "let me guess the scumbag stole from You?" Levi huffed "yeah he stole from me to! I can't find my limited edition ruru-chan fighters game anywhere! Ugh!" "And my perfume and nail set" the 2 OBNOXIOUS siblings spoke both seething with hate. Beel just stayed quiet. "Have any of you seen Mammon at least!?" Everyone shrugged where was mammon no one knows. Annoyed, Satan retracts his demon form to instead visit Lucifer, man's pulling a snitch like Levi does. It's not like he cares about what happens to mammon.

Like he cared

"End it"

No....

"Get it done with hurry up!"

But they'll miss me

"Don't you understand no one cares!"

They care!

"Do they or are you fooling yourself to believe such lies"

You don't know shit

"When was last time they called you their brother"

I- uh...

"When was the last time you remember getting a hug from your brothers?"

When...

"Don't finish that sentence you know you don't remember"

You don't understand i- they can't possibly want this

"Scumbag"

Stop

"Bastard"

Stop it

"Thief"

Listen

"Good for nothing"

Not funny!

"Idiot!"

Okay It get it stop!

"No one wants you here don't you understand"

No response

"Not lucifer"

...

"Not Levi"

...

"Not Asmo"

....

"Not Beel"

....

"Not Belphie"

...

"Most of all NOT satan"

....

"Don't you understand Mammon! They would have won the war if you died instead! They would be so much happier with Lilth if you died instead it should have been You! Not Lilth YOU!"

really low blow...low....*hic* blow..

"You know its true, so go ahead do it... end it"

Tears now pool from the avatar's eyes

"After all...."

" Its not like they care "

He should have cared. Satan should have cared. He didn't care when he saw Lucifer whipping his brother, he didn't care when Mammon cried saying it wasn't him that took everyone's stuff. No..He didn't care when he saw Mammon's dull eyes looking straight at him while a smile plastered the elders face a really really fake smile. He should have cared he knew he should have cared. Yet he didn't. HE DIDN'T. He let it happen...He.. He let the man that raised him for centuries ever since he was just a little spawnling suffer..while He watched, while he participated, while he accuse, called him names, shamed, and emotionally as well as mentally abused him. What kind of brother was He? The blond avatar can only feel wrath seething, could only feel the wrath threatening to lash out at anyone or anything that dare DARE inturpt his search.

Where was He?

Where was Mammon?

Where was the man that used to read him books every night?

Where was the brother that used to sing to him while everyone argued and fought?

Where was his knight?

Where was the brother that promised to always be there for him?

He needed him

He needed his Mammy

Why wasn't Mammy coming to his aide?

"MAMMON!" He cries out continuing his search.

The demon wheezed and coughs, he failed his attempt, he's been lying here by himself stuck in the human realm for what..4 days now? Great.....just perfect...he thought he could do it much easier here yet...ugghhh whatever he'll..he'll try again. After all

Who could ever care for the great scumbag mammon

What has he done...he drove him away... he was trying to protect him from a fate worse than death, yet in the prideful Damon's efforts to protect drove him away. Fuck this was just like Lilth over again. It's been 5 days, they searched everywhere in Devildom by now and now were searching in the human realm. He felt the bond, the spukd bond no longer as faint as before...They were close....They were close they were going to find him. Once they do Lucifer plans to spoil Mammon rotten. Play as many games as Mammon wanted, bake with him, visit all the famous casinos, May be even gamble a little only a little! He was going to...he had to he needed..

Wait

The soul bonded was acting up like fucking crazy, he was close Lucifer is do undeniable close he'll find Mammon soon he will he knows! Following the little hot cold game the soul played he ended up finding a certain white haired demon who looked so disorimtated so awful. " Mammon!" He calls moving t grab him only to watch his hands go through him. "Wha-" no no it can't be..he was,no.."Mammon, Mammon!!"

They were to late..they were way to late. Their brother mammon? Dead gone faded into nothing. when they heard the news everyone's worlds broke into a billion peices.

Beel couldn't bring himself to eat for weeks.

Belphie struggled with sleep constantly waking from nightmare upon nightmare.

Asmo shut down, a response no one could read for not a single person can tell how this plagued him.

Levi left his room often yes but constantly sulked, he never dare talk about or mention ruru-chan or anything related instead walking in and out of Mammon's too, on occasion to take his stuff hoping just hoping his brother would return.

Satan's wrath was off the hooks, when he heard the news he sulked for days upon days, he went through the stages of grief desperately looking through each and everyone of his spells to return the big brother/mother he had lost. When that didn't work he lashed out constantly, he lashed out at Lucifer accusing him blaming him to the mess saying 'he never cared' because he never saw a single tear in the those raven haired eyes. He moves onto the other brothers before moving onto himself, the boy broke. He read the story about the knight and prince as well as the other countless amounts of books his mammy used to read to him hopesnthst he'll return. He never did.

He never did. Lucifer...Lucifer Oh how he failed his little brother, some nights he prayed to their father with hopes of the return of his brother, null. How the once prideful avatars pride faded quickly at the mention of his favorite, he never truly did accept his death. Couldn't bring himself to. Lucifer oh lovely lovely Lucifer 'the failure first born' forever plagued by the last conversation he shared with little mammom before his death.

"Lucifer?" Mammon slowly walked into the avatar of pride's room, a sheepish look upon his face. "I was thinking maybe just us to can spend time together? I mean your always focused on your work and I the GREAT Mammon think you should take a break at least for today ya?" Oh the annoyance Lucifer felt, how dare the destructive brother inturpt his work.(work he shouldn't have payed attention to) He had very important papers and couldn't turn them away(why not turn them away this one time?) they are very much more important than whatever money making scheme Mammon was thinking of making into some silly game.(why didn't you play?)"No Mammon I'm not in the mood, my work is very much important as of current which must be done as soon as possible"(take a break Luci...) he responds glaring at the tanned male. "But Lucifer I really think you need a break. Take some time to play a game with me your little brother?" "NO mammon. If you do not have anything of importance to tell me then leave."(please come back to me...) Oh how Lucifer will come to regret those words. "....fine" the former angel of charity leaves the scene(I shouldn't have let him...).

A/N:this genuinely took a while like LITTERALLY lol. I stayed up late thinking and gathering inspiration cuz I only really write upon impulse and this was one of them. Anyway I'm happy it's done and hope people like it :) sorry if it's too depressing/to long or if there's grammar issues I stayed up writing like for days lol.

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OC Profile

Tagged by @spyridonya thank you so much!!! ^^ I'll be doing this for Lark and Ri!

I'm still afk and idk who already did this, so I won't tag ;3 feel free to join!

NAME: Larksharius

NICKNAME: Lark, Noachi (from Rimerock), and other retired nicknames used in the Abyss they don't want to mention

GENDER: Agender (they/them)

STAR SIGN: The Rider (Gemini)

HEIGHT: 6'2 ft

ORIENTATION: Demiromantic, Pansexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Unknown - archlich

FAVORITE FRUIT: No? They can't eat anything and already forget what was their favorite.

FAVORITE SEASON: They don't have preference. If you ask them, they just smile and try to guess your favorite season to answer you. (Their guesses are usually pretty accurate)

FAVOURITE FLOWER: Lilies

FAVORITE SCENT: Dried flowers and herbs - They run a herbal medicine business in their spare time. And that warm, icy smell they refuse to describe—the smell of Rimerock after sunbathing.

COFFEE, TEA OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Tea, sometimes with stevia sweetener

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 0 (As an imperfect archlich, they can't sleep.)

DOGS OR CATS: Both, but they are reluctant to adopt pets. Their husband had experienced so many family deaths that neither of them wanted to add to those numbers.

DREAM TRIP: Every plane if not too dangerous. They are a planar traveler and have already been to many.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: They are immune to cold damage. However they value creature comfort (even their lich body can't feel much of the benefit), so yes as many as they can.

RANDOM FACT: Their current patron once owed them a great favor in a very distant era, but after reincarnation, neither of them remembers.

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NAME: Rimerock

NICKNAME: Ri, Stevia (from Larksharius), Grey (a shameful name given to him by his fallen gold dragon brother Neralshul)

GENDER: Cis Male (he/him)

STAR SIGN: The Bridge (Pisces)

HEIGHT: 6'6 ft

ORIENTATION: Demiromantic, Demisexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Unknown - silver dragon

FAVORITE FRUIT: He's not picky, but if spoiled, he will eat anything not too sour or bitter.

FAVORITE SEASON: All except winter. He's a frost dragon but he likes to bathe in the warm sunshine.

FAVOURITE FLOWER: Those with less strong scents. Being too close to flowers with lots of pollen usually makes him sneeze.

FAVORITE SCENT: Larksharius (He doesn't know what Lark puts in their sachets/incense/herbal baths but they smell so good.)

COFFEE, TEA OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Tea with any sweetener, hot chocolate. He doesn't really like bitter taste but he won't complain.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 0-2 if at war, 6-8+ after retiring from the battlefield

DOGS OR CATS: Dogs. He loves cats equally but his appearance often scares them, even though he has no intention of doing so.

DREAM TRIP: Anywhere with his partner

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: He was used to taking short breaks in poor conditions, so 0. Nightmares prevented him from sleeping well. But now Lark spoiled him rotten, he needs at least 1 blanket big enough to wrap them both.

RANDOM FACT: Although he is a tall and fierce old warrior, he loves children and is surprisingly popular with them. He doesn't like anyone except his partner touching his dragon form, but children are allowed. Sometimes you can find a silver dragon basking in the sun and children riding on his tail.

#oc: larksharius #oc: rimerock #ship: alrakis #ask game #ask meme #arrow answers

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amethystina · 3 months

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Shipper Tag Game

I was tagged by @a-very-fond-farewell! Thank you so much, darling! Though I'm not sure how good I'll be at it x'D

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1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don’t care anymore?

Honestly? None. While I did have some ships I was interested in, I wasn't obsessed with any of them. And I kind of still care about them? In a very nostalgic way. So I kind of fail at both parts of this question x'D

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

If I'm going with the one I got really invested in? Destiel tbh. Mainly because I was very much a late bloomer who didn't really discover fandom and fanfics until I was 20-21. I mean, I HAD read some before that but since I didn't have internet in my apartment until I went to university (I was too poor xD), it wasn't easy for me to access them. Shipping is just easier when you have internet.

But, once I had it, I DID revisit a couple of ships that were technically older than Destiel that I had never really gotten into before that, many of them from video games, anime/manga, and books I'd read. But they were all overshadowed by Destiel so that's the one I remember as my first.

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

Are we talking reading or writing? I guess I'll do both?

Reading: I think it was a Zell Dincht/Seifer Almasy one from Final Fantasy VIII that a friend printed out on actual paper and gave to me back when I was 16 or 17 (again, no internet). And I honestly can't say why he picked that pairing xD (I'm definitely more of a Squall/Seifer girlie now)

Writing: Sterek. Because it felt interesting but also not too intimidating. And I also just like werewolves?

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

Not really, no. Since I've been drawing for so long I spent more time looking for art than fanfics when I was younger so I probably stumbled over a lot of them without even knowing it.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

Not if I can help it, no. I tend to stay away from that sort of thing as best I can and just let people ship whatever they want. It's honestly none of my business.

6. Did you use to have any no-otp or have it currently?

I have several, mostly based on what I find triggering or squicky. But I don't announce them publically because that's just rude to those who DO ship them. And, as stated above, I try not to get involved in what other people ship or don't ship.

7. Who were the couples in the last fanfic you read?

Choi Yoon/Yoon Hwa Pyung from The Guest. Because who doesn't love some pining and Catholic guilt?

For real, though, I read very few fanfics right now and actually had to go check my history on AO3 to figure this out x'D The second to last fanfic was a Strangers From Hell one. And the one before that was a Guardian one!

8. Currently do you have any OTPs?

Several. Honestly too many to list x'D I'm one of those people who don't really let go of ships I like. They're not always at the forefront of my mind, though, but I remember them fondly and coo a little when I think of all the fond memories.

But if we're talking about the ones I'm the most focused on right now I'd say Kang Yo Han/Kim Ga On from The Devil Judge, Yoon Sa Wol/5-8 from Black Knight (currently struggling with chapter 6 x'D), the aforementioned Choi Yoon/Yoon Hwa Pyung from The Guest, and Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan from Guardian.

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Sterek. But that has less to do with my dedication to the characters and more to do with the queerbaiting and how extremely shittily Jeff Davis handled that whole thing. To use the Sterek shippers for publicity and hint that maybe it could happen, only to turn around and do everything within his power to not make it happen?

I take that personally, not because I have a huge stake in Stiles and Derek as characters, but as a queer person who, for once, thought that maybe we would actually get to see a couple we really liked get together, and then didn't.

I had more hope for Sterek than I ever did for Destiel, which technically had more in-canon queerbaiting, because the people behind Teen Wolf did their damndest to give me hope. Only for me to be ignored and basically told I was being gullible for ever thinking it would happen.

And that's a betrayal I'm probably never going to forgive.

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

Not... really? I can't think of any, at least. But that could be because I always have a pretty good reason for disliking the ships I dislike. As mentioned, it's usually based on triggers and squicks and those don't really change. So my opinion on ships I dislike aren't likely to change, either.

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

I mean, considering the social climate right now? Even Sterek qualifies because Stiles was underage when I started shipping them and Derek most certainly was not xD That said, I always prefer the fics when Stiles had time to turn 18 before any of the sexy stuff happened.

12. What was your favourite crack ship?

Okay, so, I've actually read a lot of fics for ships I don't actually ship, just for research purposes. Like, I find it FASCINATING to watch what other people like, how they choose to write about the things they like, and how they decide to portray the characters. Basically, I like to analyse authors just as much as I like to analyse characters. It's a hobby of mine.

And one of my absolute favourites was reading fanfics for Newt Scamander and the original Percival Graves from the first Fantastic Beasts movie (Sidenote: She-who-must-not-be-named is an asshole and this is not an endorsement of her franchise or shitty beliefs). And why I loved that so much was because the fics were about THE ORIGINAL Percival Graves who, technically, was never IN the actual movie (he might not even be alive anymore?). Like, it was Grindelwald all the time. We never actually SAW the original Percival Graves, just Grindelwald's impersonation of him.

And I just had so much fun reading various authors' takes on this character who was never actually seen but, based on Grindelwald's impersonation, can sort of be hinted? Because he must have done a good enough job of it that the people around Graves didn't notice? It was like an anthropological dig of Percival Graves transpiring right before my eyes and since I got on the train pretty early, I could see authors being inspired by each other and how the fanon developed over time. 10/10 would recommend if you're interested in watching a fandom evolve.

(also, some of the fics were so fucking good. So there's that, too xD)

13. Who is the couple you read most fanfics of?

I'm not entirely sure if it's Destiel or Stony, but definitely one of them (Sterek is most likely in third place). Partly because there are just so many to partake in (those fandoms are HUGE), but also because they've been with me for so long and numbers accumulate. That said, I haven't read any for those ships in a long, long time. But considering how many fics I devoured during the time I was the most active in those fandoms? It's going to be difficult for any of the ones I'm currently into to catch up.

Also because I tend to be in much smaller fandoms now >_>

14. What do most of your ships usually have in common?

WELL. A while back I would have said that even if there are some enemies-to-lovers tropes and antagonising in some of them, they're all mostly unproblematic and pretty healthy.

... I can't really do that anymore, can I? x'D

I mean, Kang Yo Han is problematic all on his own, but even HE is a green flag compared to Seo Moon Jo. That fucker is just a straight-up psychopath x'D

A more serious answer: An interesting dynamic. Which sounds like a given, but is actually a bit more tricky than that. Because I've only gotten more and more picky over the years. I've actually spoken to my wife and friends about this, because I've seen a pretty noticeable shift in my own shipping practices lately.

I gather fewer and fewer new ships and that's not because I watch/read fewer things, but because I'm getting pickier about them. There has to be an extra spark that interests me, often connected to the characters' personalities and how they play off each other, while, before, a bit of chemistry was enough.

But that also makes me more versatile, I guess? Because I focus less on tropes and more on characters and dynamics. But that also makes it harder to spot similarities xD

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

I mean, hate is a strong word. But, again, it would mostly be connected to my triggers. I don't like ships that are too abusive and unbalanced. A little bit of danger is fine, but things like abuse, infidelity, grooming, non-con etc. don't work for me, personally.

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I don't really know who to tag so just do it if you want to! :D

#Amethystina Does Tag Games #Shipper Tag Game #I sometimes feel like I'm kind of bad at shipping #I'm never quite as invested as everyone else seems to be #But I also stick with a ship a lot longer than the average fan #Not sure why xD #I'm also known to both write and read for ships I don't ship #Just because I think it's fun or fascinating #But people usually assume that because I read or write for them I MUST ship it #To be fair #I sometimes DO end up shipping it eventually #But like #I didn't technically ship Winteriron when I started writing Autonomy #I just wanted to try it x'D #(blasphemy I know)#But that's one of those that I would say I ship now #But it actually took a while

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mystic-ocs-blog · 3 months

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[Pop Au story concept thingy: What if Mischief Grape became a villain and Magic Grape becomes the hero.]

"Mischief Grape...Mr.Mews...where are you?" Magic Grape says as she entered Harold Mews mansion on Cryptids Island. Though she dropped her bag when she finds that the inside of Harold Mews Mansion was trashed. This made her panic as she was about to call out for them again when suddenly, the door to Harold Mews lab opens as Magic Grape sees him stepping out cautiously. "Mr.Mews? What's going on, what happened to your mansion? Where's Mischief-" Magic Grape stops mid sentence when Harold Mews quickly grabs her arm and pulls her into his lab. Once inside his lab he sits her down but hasn't said a word to her. Magic Grape was trying to stay calm but she can't help but feel like something bad has happened. It wasn't until Harold Mews returned to her with a laptop. He puts it in front of her and on screen she sees a video was put on screen. Magic Grape pressed play on the video and watches it quietly. It was a news report about something...bad.

PopNews123

"Hello this is Lilith Thundercloud with PopNews123, as you can see I'm currently standing outside a cafe on Counterfeit Island which was one of the islands that the once loved and praised hero Mischief Grape had attacked and destroyed a lot of property. Many poptropicans were injured or are still missing at this point and time. Powerlines have been destroyed and many places were destroyed. Counterfeit Islands is the 5th island to have been destroyed while Mischief Grape has yet to be found or caught by the authorities. They ask you if you see Mischief Grape at all contact your local police and stay hidden. It's been told that Mischief Grape is very dangerous. This is Lilith Thundercloud signing off."

End of video

Magic Grape froze where she sat as the video ends. That explains why she hasn't heard anything from Harold Mews or from her brother Mischief Grape. Her heart sunk as she covered her mouth completely stunned by what she just saw. "No...No this can't...this has to be a sick joke I...It doesn't make sense at all." Magic Grape says as she stared at the laptop screen. Harold Mews sits down next to her and hugs her. "I'm sorry you only found out just now but...unfortunately it's true...Mischief Grape suddenly spiraled downward and as you noticed caused a lot of destruction. I tried to contact you but with the phone lines being down it wasn't possible. I'm so sorry Magic Grape." Harold Mews says as he hugs her. Magic Grape had tears falling down her face as she hugs him back.

2 Months Later

It has been 2 months since Magic Grape learned about the news. Magic Grape had changed a lot from the news and her brother becoming a villain. She stopped writing as often as she used to instead going through notes and journals that Mischief Grape wrote down his adventures in. She was more tired and doesn't smile as often as she used too however about a month ago she did adopt a little wolf hybrid girl name Little Flame. Little Flame has helped Magic Grape from giving up completely along with Harold Mews helping her as well. Currently Magic Grape and Harold Mews made a plan which would need Magic Grape to travel to another island. She will be leaving on her journey tomorrow but wanted to spend time with Little Flame before she set off on her journey. Little Flame and Magic Grape were playing outside when Little Flame asked Magic Grape something. "Ms.Magic Grape...why are you leaving tomorrow?" Little Flame says as her wolf ears layed flat on her head with a sad look on her face. Magic Grape looks at Little Flame and puts a hand on her shoulder as she says to her "I have some urgent business to take care of my little firefly. I might be gone for a while but I'll be back soon. Plus Harold Mews will take great care of you. He did raised me since I was a little girl after all." Magic Grape says to Little Flame who still seemed sad as she says "But...I heard you and Mr.Mews last night talking about something being dangerous?" To which Magic Grape froze a bit before regaining her composure she says to her "We were just talking about the high chance of rain that would've caused me to slow down if I left today my little firefly. I promise you that everything will be alright." Magic Grape says to her as she hugs Little Flame. Little Flame feels better after hearing that and hugs her back fir a few minutes. Once they separated from the hug Little Flame and her continued playing in the field. While Little Flame was distracted Magic Grape was thinking about many things but one thing that always came to her mind was this as she looks at Little Flame.

T.B.C

(Hey everyone Mystic here, I hope you enjoyed this fun little au writing I did. If you want to see more make sure to like and reblog this. That way I know you all want to see more of this! Have a great day/night to whoever sees this.)

(Also feel free to send asks about this AU if you wish to do so! It can be for Magic Grape, Little Flame, Harold Mews, or just ask me questions about my au!)

#poptropica oc #oc blog #oc talk #my ocs #poptropica #oc #poptropica au

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hey madi, i hope you're having a good day! this is not a sims related question whatsoever but i noticed on a post of yours that you mentioned how you have a business degree. i'm currently in community college & transferring to a 4 year next winter, and have yet to chose a major lol. I started community college under the impression that I'll be majoring in business marketing but SO many people have told me that a business degree is so broad and not worth it. i've read so many stories on how hard it is to find a job with a business degree and it's better to just get a masters in business rather than a bachelors. i literally have no other backup plan / alternate major that i think i'd enjoy and have no idea what to do :( but do you think your business degree was worth it? i live on the west coast of the US so maybe opportunities are different depending on where you're from but i just wanted a second opinion on someone who has a business degree. thank you madi! <3

Hi, I hope you are as well and I am so happy to shed some light on this because it is such a huge decision.

To start it off bluntly, if you really really really really really want a career in business whether it's marketing, human resources, accounting, etc. and that's your end-goal, then yes, it is worth it. If you have any reservations or you're not too sure, I wouldn't recommend it then. However, I do believe that it isn't necessary a lot of the time to have it when it comes to real world jobs, let me explain.

I have had a very rough journey when it comes to job hunting & trying to find something to use my degree. Now, there are many jobs that do ask for a business degree, but not a lot of them REQUIRE the degree. They will offer alternatives. Let me provide an example.

4 Year Degree Relevant to Position or 2 Years of Marketing, Accounting, Whatever Experience (this means an actual job where you have a reference, not freelancing)

Now, a lot of jobs will require BOTH. Meaning, if you do take on this degree, I highly recommend taking up internships, jobs, anything that can grow your resume because they are not kind to people with no experience anymore. It isn't the 90s where if you had a degree you're automatically hired. To put it bluntly, it is damn bullshit.

As for a Masters, if you have the money or do not mind the debt you'd potentially go into (unless you obviously have scholarships), then it is good to have. Like I said, if you really really really really really want a career in business, then yes, a Masters is the better and safer option to secure a career and better pay as well.

So, if you do really want this career path and don't have reservations about it, go for it! I know my experience may not put you at ease, but don't take my word as gospel. And also, have faith in yourself and your judgment. You know better than anyone. All I ask is for you to thoroughly think about it and make sure it is what you want.

If you have any other questions please do not hesitate to ask me as I am more than happy to help out!

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One thing that I really appreciate about your fic is that you always have the whole thing prewritten and then you post on a regular schedule until the whole thing is out there. What made you decide to do it that way rather than post as you write? I'm currently once again waffling on just posting as I write or finishing my whole thing and then posting and it's driving me nuts!

Ahh, I'm still reeling from your lovely art! Let me try to compose myself and also try to get through the haze of cough syrup. There are four (and a half) main reasons I always finish my stuff before I start posting. I keep trying to qualify this post by saying they're personal reasons developed over many years and I don't know if they'll mean anything for anyone else, but I'm just dithering at this point, so let's get to it.

The biggest reason by far is that the pressure of knowing someone is waiting for me to write the next part is AWFUL. It's petrifying, honestly. I've only ever posted two fics as I wrote them, River Stone on the kinkmeme way back in whenever (like 2013 I think?), and Metamorphose for Thanzag last year (a three-parter with over a year between parts 2 and 3). I tried it again with Metamorphose because I thought, oh, it's been ten years since I last did this, surely I can now handle posting before finishing--NOPE. AWFUL. Every comment looking for the next part was like a little inquisitive set of eyes peering over my shoulder, and any free hobby time I spent doing other things I felt guilty about for months. Plus, I'm not quite satisfied with that last chapter even now, but the pressure of needing to get it done was stronger than my desire to hone. I hate having that pressure compromise my standards, and I won't be doing it again anytime soon. Plus, I get so much joy out of comments when I do it the other way--writing everything first and knowing that pressure to finish is gone--that the tradeoff of no comments during the writing process is beyond worth it to me. That's the selfish aspect of how I post; I want to be able to just marinate in the reactions without the pressure of trying to figure out what comes next. Yeah, this sometimes means I spend a metric ton of time writing stuff that then doesn't get a lot of feedback once I finally start posting. Ah, well, them's the breaks. I'm familiar enough by now with my creative juices that I know the next fic is just around the corner. .

I'm such a constructionist in my fics, heavily leaning on my outlines for the overall structure and framework, that I spend a lot of time after the first completed draft trying to really polish up themes, characterization, and plot from start to finish. On I think almost every major longfic I've ever written, @jadesabre301 has pointed out a serious gaping hole that needed immediate revision (occasionally very major revision) in order to get the fic to the quality I wanted it to be. I can't go back and add early scenes and theme/imagery reinforcement in chapters already posted, and if I want to make the piece as polished as possible, I need that editing freedom and flexibility. (And she needs to be able to see the whole structure of the piece to find those flaws.) Plus, if I don't force myself to write the interstitial or difficult scenes, I could very easily see myself stalling out after hitting the highlight scenes I'm excited about, and then that'd be the end of the progress. I got stuck in one place in Spire for like eight months before Jade pushed me through it, and if I'd been posting concurrently with that writing stall, I think I would have been miserable. .

I have a high tolerance for sitting down and really focusing on one project for hours at a time, and I have a job and lifestyle that allow that every now and then. I don't have kids, I have a career I'm very well established in (giving me some clear work/life boundaries and seasons when I know I'll be busy and when I know I'll have time to be creative), and I structure my free time in those periods in ways where I can write without interruption. I don't really need external impetus or praise to keep me going (in fact, as mentioned, it often makes me feel worse), so having that dedicated time lets me really sink my teeth into my projects, which makes it so much easier to reach my target goals. I also find completing and closing projects immensely personally satisfying, which helps drive that momentum during the more difficult parts of the process. .

It's important to me to finish my projects so that the stories are complete for the readers. Not just because I grew up on abandoned WIPs in the fandoms I cut my teeth on (Sailor Moon, Inuyasha, Harry Potter), either. I remember a particular author in the Inuyasha fandom named Rozefire who wrote what felt like dozens of incredible AUs that I followed religiously for years. However, she never finished more than...memory says a handful of them? And every header at the top of the new fic would talk about how she was still working on the previous one, but after several months I realized that as soon as that new fic went up, the previous one would never see another chapter. I still loved everything she wrote and I still devoured every word, but there were several things I desperately wanted to see completed, and I have so many dusty memories of sifting through those fics for updates every few weeks, pining for any little crumb, haha. I'm able to complete my projects and it's important to me to do so for the sake of any readers, so it's something I make a priority when I write. .

(really 4.5) Not finishing my projects makes me mentally unhappy. It doesn't destroy my mood or anything, but it becomes a persistent itch that poisons all my other hobbies, even if there aren't any comments looking forward to the next chapter. In some ways the ending of that de-aging Fenris/Hawke fic I wrote a million years ago where the story demands a conclusion was a veritable autobiography. There's a reason that of my, uh...63 works on AO3, the only ones not fully completed are the two WIPs I'm currently posting (which are completely written) and the two oneshot/ficlet collections. Those collections have been lifesavers as well in that they are homes for my little orphan ficlets, which also pleases the ruthless organizer part of my brain. I don't like clutter; I don't like tangled wires; I don't like untucked sheets or piles of abandoned craft projects or rooms of untamed chaos. I look at a lot of those cozy little cottagecore aesthetic posts and I honestly just want to straighten everything to right angles and buy them coasters and set up bookshelves so they can clean up the space. I used to organize my parents' VHS collection every summer--we had a spreadsheet with titles and reference numbers that went into the 500s. Finishing fics fits into the same space in my head; when they're finally done I can at last put the lid on the box and put it labelled neatly on the rack with all the rest of the boxes and I can mentally release it from my list of things to think about on the daily. (Which is, incidentally, the main reason I only work on one project at a time; too many open and cluttered boxes = a very unhappy me.)

Anyway! This was a very long answer about a very personal process, and I hope there's some part of it useful to you in some way! <3 At the end of the day, you'll have to decide your posting schedule for yourself based on the things that are important to you. There's no wrong way to do it--it's only whatever makes you happy and keeps you writing! <3<3<3

#quark replies #alta et astra #long post for ts #someone tell me if i need to cut this #i am so tired #and have been working on this reply off and on for hours #i have no idea if this hangs together in any possible way #but it's what works for me! <3 #writing: other

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