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daylite-writes · 3 days

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Fragile Things - Yandere!Childe x Reader

At least he’s regretful when a punishment goes too far…

cws: kidnapping, isolation related punishments, yandere, self harm, softer yandere, heavier content.

1k words

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“Baby, hey, look—look at me.” He was speaking firmly, his hands on your wrists, restraining you. Keeping you from clawing your skin any more than you already had.

You were absolutely inconsolable, babbling words even you couldn’t discern, sobbing, shaking. “No—no I-I—Ajax. A-Ajax.”

“That’s right. That’s right. Eyes on me. Oh baby. Too harsh? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rough—”

You only broke down further, each hiccuping sob dragging you deeper as you tried to curl in on yourself.

Ajax hadn’t just kidnapped you. He’d been extremely thorough in breaking you. So thorough, a more logical you would have realized he underestimated how much you could take.

You’d been isolated, for the most part. Trying to escape the cabin in the snowy wilderness was not a good idea. Partially because, well, snow. And partially because it was easy to track people in the snow.

When he—inevitably—did catch you, he was upset. You knew the risk of punishment when you made the choice, but what he did was different to what you expected.

Your wrists, ankles, and neck all ached badly. For over a week you were locked up and shackled. And not the kind of locked up you were before the attempt. No, there wasn’t a warm cabin, a fireplace, or Tartaglia’s sloppy attempts at keeping you happy. A fucking closet. No light, windows. Ajax didn’t even speak to you when he left you food.

It was so different to everything you’d ever known, growing up in the free rolling hills of Mondstadt. You already struggled in the confines of the cabin, but kept silent and still in such a small space?

A week of that, and now he decided you were good. That you’d probably learnt your lessons. But that morning, when he went to let you out, to welcome you back with a teasing ‘I hope you learnt your lesson’ and a patronizing hug, he found you… in a less than desirable state.

Shivering not from cold, throat raspy and raw, eyes trained on the ground. You didn’t even notice him at first. Not as he spoke, each shackle falling off with a click. Not as his mood shifted as the light from the hallway illuminated your skin.

You’d been clawing at it, to the point of bleeding, stretching your limited dexterity in order to anxiously and unconsciously hurt yourself. Like a caged bird plucking it’s own feathers from stress. You’d only been brought to reality when he picked you up, jerking away from him as tears sprung to your eyes again.

He said something you didn’t process as you tried to stand up, stumbling like a doe on new legs, vision gray around the edges.

You weren’t sure how it all went down. But somehow you two ended up on the couch, settled between his thighs, your back to his chest as you shaked and begged and tried to get away, only partially aware. “No no no no—Ajax please.”

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, I got you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He repeated, letting you claw at his forearms instead of your own skin. “Breath, breath little dove. It’s okay, It's all over baby. I’m sorry, it was too much, wasn’t it? You’re too fragile for me to be mean like that.”

You continued your quick, flighty, panicked breaths as he gently tried to get you back to reality. Eventually, you’d slowed down, settling against his chest, eyes still wide and breaths still quick. Like a live rabbit in the hands of a trapper.

“You with me, baby?” He asked gently. As your chest struggled to rise and fall again, you gave a quick nod, not looking up at him. Your eyes were trained on some far off spot, pretending to be anywhere else other than that damn closet. You weren’t sure you even realized—truly realized—you’d left. “There we go. There. That’s better darling. See? Everything’s alright now.”

“E-everything's alright…” you repeated, nodding to yourself.

“Yeah. See? Not too bad. I’m sorry for your punishment, I got all caught up in my emotions. I should have known you wouldn’t do that well alone, without me.” He laid his cheek on the top of your head, voice taking on something fond. A content sigh sounded above you. “You’re so soft. I need to be careful not to break you. But you need to be careful too, baby.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment, before squeaking out a soft, “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, no more escape attempts. Okay?” He said, and you nodded. He ran his fingers through your hair, having let go of your wrists when you weren’t paying attention. His blunt nails, worn from hard work, scratched gently at your scalp. “That’s right.”

It continued for some amount of time. It was hard to tell, really. You were on the edge of freaking out but somehow also falling asleep. Everything ached, from your ribs to your wrists.

At some point, he grabbed them again. Gentler this time. He lifted one, holding it gently as his thumb rubbed at your self inflicted injuries.

You felt like a caged bird, bars too tight and owner too inexperienced to keep you from plucking your own feathers from stress.

He sighed above you, and you turned your head away so as to not look at him. “Poor thing.” The condescending words felt strangely genuine as he laid his cheek on the top of your head. “It’s okay, I’ll take the week off and we can fix this, okay baby?”

He quieted for a moment, and belatedly you realized he wanted a response. You made a small, hollow noise of acknowledgement, which came out raspy from your throat.

He sighed again, as if this was so hard on him. It was hard to find the energy to be angry though. So you just stayed silent as he dropped your wrist and dragged you closer to him. He was cold to the touch, but even his love was warmer than isolation.

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Not quite sure how this one managed to be both softer and rougher than my usual works. Sorry it was so short! And yes, the next part of traitor readers will be coming… eventually. I’m having a touch of trouble formatting it which is getting in the way of be writing it. Side note, I’ve expanded my fandoms open for requests! HxH and to a lesser degree HSR!

#yandere tartaglia #yandere childe #yandere ajax #yandere genshin impact #yandere childe x reader

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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 2 days

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hiiiii i'm here to give you a big hug and request a 1k prompt 🙌

1. a biiiiiig hug

2. as for the (hehe smutty) prompt!

i think i would LOVE to see ed feeling vulnerable and safe enough to share with stede that a lot of things don't work for him in bed because of his knee and at first he is cautious and worries stede will get angry or frustrated with him, but of course stede showers him with love and care and thinks of a hundred ways to have sex that are not painful or uncomfortable for him 🫶

Ooh I really loved this one, thanks so much for sending it in (and sending you a hug right back)! Get absolutely adored and cherished Ed!!

Under the cut since this one's a bit nsfw! I'd put it at a strong M rating, no explicit sexual content but obviously it's about sex.

Ed had never really owned up to how fucking inconvenient the knee could make things, not before.

See, there are certain things that are mood- killers, and then there are things that are straight-up dangerous to admit, and Ed’s little problem was both. The hookups Ed was used to wouldn’t just laugh at him for being in pain during sex, they would’ve taken it as a sign of weakness. A sign that Ed was vulnerable, weak, easy to exploit and to harm.

So, usually, he just put up with it. If it was awful, like if a guy pushed his legs back, forcing the knee to bend at a harsh angle, he might find some excuse to change it up, but usually he just closed his eyes and hoped his grunts of discomfort sounded pleasured instead of pained. He would close his eyes, after, breathing through the pain, vowing that he’d never have sex in a painful position again for the rest of his life, cautiously listening to make sure whatever guy he’d taken to bed wasn’t trying to pull any shit. Rinse and repeat a few weeks later.

Stede, though. Talk about a hell of a difference.

He’d figured out that Ed didn’t like some things, Ed thought. He never held down Ed’s bad leg, never forced the knee to bend. Rubbed the joint so tenderly after sex. And that maybe should’ve made it easier to admit to his problem, but Stede made Ed feel so good, and he wanted to return the favor, and…

“Ed, honey, you’re somewhere else tonight.”

Ed sniffed, shifted. They’d been breaking in their new bed (still called it that, even though they’d been breaking it in for a couple months now), and he was half in Stede’s lap, legs flung across Stede’s thighs. He should’ve felt perfect.

“Sorry,” he whispered, and when Stede’s light, appraising touches traveled down his leg, rubbing lightly at his knee, he hissed, the pain making him flinch involuntarily.

Stede kissed his fingertips, then touched them feather-light to Ed’s knee. “Does it hurt?”

“Just stiff,” Ed said dismissively.

Stede just hummed. Ed knew he wouldn’t force the issue.

“I, uh…” Ed cleared his throat. “What would you say if I said I didn’t think I should ride you anymore?”

He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the anger on Stede’s face -

“I’d say that was fine,” Stede said easily. “Why? Does it make your knee hurt when we do that?”

“Maybe a little,” Ed admitted softly.

“Okay,” Stede said, and he positioned his hands around Ed’s knee, rubbing his thumbs gently along the sore, tender joint, working out the stiffness of exertion. Ed hissed, his face scrunching up at the sensation, and Stede just cooed soft apologies.

That was - that was it, though, wasn’t it? Ed knew he was safe to let Stede see him in pain. Stede hadn’t ever gotten angry or frustrated with him for being in pain or needing help with his knee before, why would this be any different?

“Um,” Ed started haltingly, “I actually think maybe we might need to be a little more careful. During intercourse. With my knee. If that sounds alright to you. Maybe.”

When he opened his eyes, Stede was getting that pinched line between his eyebrows.

“Ed?” Stede pulled Ed a bit more securely into his arms, and Ed sighed in satisfaction at the feeling of Stede’s arms around his waist. “Have you been hurting? While we have sex? Have I been hurting you?”

“Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad, I’m just…” Stede let his breath out in a long sigh. “I don’t want to ever do anything that hurts you. Not ever. Especially not when we’re trying to do something that’ll make us both feel good. How can I help keep you comfortable?”

“Well…” Ed grimaced. “Bending my knee is what hurts the most.”

“Alright,” Stede said thoughtfully, and Ed could see the wheels turning in his head. Taking out positions that required Ed to bend his knee took so much off the table. Riding, giving blowjobs, even fucking missionary, and Ed was a bit terrified he’d just ruined their sex life.

Clearly, he’d underestimated Stede Bonnet’s creativity.

Ed should’ve known he was in for a treat when he caught Stede woodworking in the backyard and was given a full presentation about all the features of the “blowjob stool” he was building, a seat designed to cushion and support Ed’s knee while putting him at perfect dick-sucking height.

Stede was endlessly thoughtful when adapting positions they already liked, too. Ed liked being taken from behind; they discovered that a pillow under his hips kept him comfortable and allowed him to keep his legs straight. When Ed missed looking into Stede’s eyes during sex, they experimented with variously supporting his knee with pillows or propping his ankle on Stede’s shoulder. Spooning, bent over a desk, the good ol’ 69… not all of Stede’s ideas or little inventions worked, but the ideas he had for supports to keep Ed comfortable meant it was the best sex Ed had ever had, full stop. It was really damn nice to be able to enjoy himself without worrying about being in pain.

The best parts, though, weren’t just the sex itself.

They’d found that Ed’s knee was least painful when his muscles were relaxed and when he was feeling good, so they often had a warm bath first. It was fun foreplay, and relaxing together while Stede rubbed tiger balm into the joint in the afterglow was the perfect way to snuggle and talk about what they’d enjoyed.

“I’m glad I told you,” Ed whispered one night, tracing their initials over Stede’s heart as they cuddled, Ed’s bad leg slung over Stede’s hip to keep it propped up.

“Me, too,” Stede said, kissing Ed’s cheek.

Ed was learning, still, that he’d never have to just put up with pain again. And it was soft, soft, as smooth and sweet as honey.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #my fics #always accepting prompts for 1k fics! Don't be shy!

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weirdkpopgirl · 2 days

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All I Need | Renjun Imagine #6

Title: All I Need

Genre: Fluff, kinda angsty

Warnings: mentions of mental health, vague mentions of anxiety, a little suggestive, making out

Word Count: 531

Author's Note: This was a request from an anon, and technically my request box is closed. However, I thought the idea they gave was cute and thought it wouldn't hurt to write a little something for Renjun. I feel like I don't write enough stories where the reader is comforting the member, rather than vice versa. And I know Renjun won't see this (thank God), but I truly believe he deserves the world and I sincerely hope he's getting the rest he needs for his physical and mental health. I hope those who are also struggling are taking care of themselves too. Thank you for reading ^ ^

P.S. I have quite a few things I'm working on writing-wise so please look forward to my future works!

𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪

When you noticed Renjun’s declining mental health and encouraged him to take a break, you didn’t think he’d actually listen to your advice. You were aware of the concerns and disheartenment that came after the company’s announcement about him not participating in upcoming activities. Despite your boyfriend’s evident disappointment over not performing with his members, you were grateful for his decision to prioritize his well-being.

Shortly after the announcement was made, you headed over to his dorm in hopes of lifting his spirits. When a physically and emotionally exhausted Renjun opened the door to you holding a Moomin plushie and a grocery bag of ingredients for hot pot, he never felt more loved. Not a second was wasted before he was pulling you into a tight embrace.

“Thank you for being here with me,” he murmured, prompting a small smile to grace your lips.

Returning his hug, you rested your chin on his shoulder. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

For the first time in a while, the two of you enjoyed a quiet evening where you ate good food and caught up on your lives. After dinner, Renjun pulled you into his room for some much-needed cuddles. Nestled in his bed, you let him be the small spoon as he shared what had been troubling him lately.

“I wish I could take all your pain away,” you said quietly, subconsciously tracing the contours of his face.

The boy’s eyes glimmered with appreciation, and he relaxed under your touch. “Even if you could, I wouldn’t let you.”

Your lips parted to rebut his words but were stopped by a warm pair of lips pressing against yours. With widened eyes, you saw Renjun’s endearing expression after he pulled away.

“You’re all I need,” he whispered, before leaning in once more.

Admittedly, you thought the second kiss would be the last for the night. But Renjun didn’t stop this time, catching you a little off guard. Even though after a year of dating, intimacy had not been extensively explored in your relationship. Mainly because the both of you had boundaries and wanted to respect them, but this…this kiss that seemed to stretch on and on, and you didn’t hate it.

His lips moved slowly against yours, as his fingers traced feather-light patterns along your jawline. With gentle pressure, he tilted your chin upward for a better angle to deepen the kiss. Eventually, you stopped letting your thoughts distract you and gradually allowed yourself to surrender to the moment. Your hands found their way to his back, pulling him closer as you kissed back in hopes of conveying all the comfort you wanted to give him.

It was enticing, losing yourself in this shared intimacy. Then when you finally parted for air, you noticed the glisten of tears in Renjun’s eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips, “so very much.”

You smiled, feeling your eyes get glossy as well. “I love you too, Jun.”

He embraced you once more, holding you closer than ever. It was at this moment when you silently promised to stay by Renjun’s side forever.

If you were all he needed, then you were willing to give everything.

𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪

previous masterlist -> current masterlist

#nct dream #nctzen #kpop #czennie #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #nct dream scenarios #huang renjun #renjun x reader #renjun imagines #nct #renjun scenarios #renjun fluff #nct dream angst #renjunnie #injun

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uwmspeccoll · 20 hours

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GOOSE WATCH 2024: THE GOOSENING

We have goslings! The eggs have hatched and now we have six baby geese exploring the green roof. As you may recall, there were seven eggs—sadly one of the eggs was broken. But we do have six healthy little goslings toddling about! They are exploring all over the green roof and will grow to many times their current size over the next few weeks. Mom and Dad are being very attentive and staying with the babies as they check out every corner of the roof! One of my favorite things about the pictures I took of the goslings is how they seem to glow in many of the pictures due to the sheer amount of fluff and fuzz of their downy baby feathers.

We hope they will be safe from the Peregrine Falcons and Kestrels that sometimes fly around campus and that they will have enough food and water! We will keep updating our social media as the geese grow and hopefully eventually make it off the roof.

View our other posts on Horace & Mildred, the proud parents.

-- Alice, Special Collections Department Manager

#geese #canada geese #goslings #baby goose #baby geese #hatchlings #Goose Watch 2024 #canada goose #Horace & Mildred #green roof #sedum #goose #birds #birbs!#borbs!

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rosedom · 17 hours

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A, C, and Z for Baizhu for the event?

We need to give him more love he's great. - 🪴 (Unless you already have someone who signs off with that, I have a few emojis I can pick)

"you have summoned BAIZHU for the event . . ."

A/N : we so need to give him more love !! and since there were two, i decided to combine ,, i hope u two like this .3.

✦ㅤㅤA = aftercare (what he’s like after sex, what he needs from his partner)

after everything, it's gonna be you to be left with the heavy lifting post-coitus. baizhu's already weak, frail—sex takes a lot out of him, the poor thing. lucky for you—lucky during sex, too, with the way you can so easily manhandle him—, he's practically light as a feather. it's easy, then, to nudge him up, carry him over to the bathroom, place him on the soft toilet seat. (sue me: baizhu definitely has a cover due to all the times he's sat on it while doing his hair, his make up . . and it comes in handy for these moments, though it is annoying to have to clean it of the slick and cum he smears on it in times like this.)

the tub, then, keeps the two of you warm n' comfy, lets you tug baizhu up in your lap to wash his hair. covering his eyes, letting cups of warm water drip down his face without getting in anywhere that'd leave him uncomfortable. getting a rag down between his thighs is always fun, and, half the time, you end up working him into a second orgasm, right there in the water . . you never want to overwhelm him, but sometimes, when the sex was slow, sweet, the mid-aftercare sex can be, too.

✦ㅤㅤC = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

baizhu is absolutely the messiest cummer; he's always wet as anything, and that doesn't let up in the slightest the nearer he gets to orgasm. in fact, it's to the opposite—he gets impossibly wetter, slicker. it all culminates in the ultimate show of his undoing: squirting. he's such a squirter—it's almost a shock ! such a frail guy who has such powerful orgasms. these are the types of orgasms that trap your fingers knuckle-deep in his cunt as he sprays all over your palm, or push your cock out from the force of it.

whenever your cock slips out during these however, make sure you slip it right back in. baizhu's greatest woe is that his orgasms tend to push you out—he wants nothing more than to cum around your cock, not bereft of it. (good thing it's easy, then, to keep him pressed down on your cock even as the pressure builds. you've learned a way to please him best: let your cock get pushed out, just for that moment, and rub it frantically against the head of his own cock. once he slows to a dribble, you can slide back in, press down on his lower belly . . .

it drives him crazy !!)

✦ㅤㅤD = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of his)

he's embarrassed, but he has the biggest thing for scents. god, the smell of you drives him crazy—from just your natural scent and cologne, down to the musk of your cock . . he loves it. while it's easiest to cockwarm you with that cute cunt of his, he adores warming you with his mouth. cis, trans—he loves mouthing at you, at the heady weight and taste on you on his tongue. best of all, though, is the way his mind is filled with nothing but the scent of you.

maybe it's part of that contract with the snake, but he's found himself very attuned to smells. it was helpful, at first, giving him the ability to sniff out the perfect herbs for his recipes . . . but it quickly became quite the conundrum once he fell in love with you. he's so, so embarrassed, but he can't suppress the urges to envelope himself in your scent. he dons your clothes quite often—his favorites are the ones that smell most like you, your cologne ,, gah. so what if he also bundles up the fabric to his nose while he desperately humps a pillow?

✦ㅤㅤL = location (favorite places to do the do)

another sweetheart, love-sick romantic—baizhu prefers to fuck in the comfort of his own bedroom. and, really, that's one of the only places you do fuck in; anywhere else is typically too uncomfortable for baizhu's weakened joints, but that doesn't mean it's always out of the question . . you just need to plan for a good day <3

on these good days, he adores being able to sit or lay across your lap as you're on the sofa. after a while, his knees and thighs ache in such a position, but—for those quiet hours—it's perfect. baizhu adores cockwarming in times like these ! be gentle, won't you? these locations are hard on him, and he deserves the best of the best. kiss his achey joints as you take him to nirvana, over and over, again and again and again.

✦ㅤㅤP = pace (does he prefer fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

baizhu's not quite sure if he'd like it fast, like it rough. after all, he was a virgin before he met you—he never quite cared enough to sleep around anyway. however, he's found that he's quite happy with the slow, sensual pace you set. neither of you even particularly desire to do it harder, rougher, honestly. baizhu can't imagine doing it any different.

it's the way you're so tender, so soft, with him that really gets him going. your fingers opening him up so gently, prepping him for your cock . . . baizhu doesn't even masturbate that fast, that rough. his cock is just so damn sensitive, anything other than that gentle pace you've set hurts. it's a bad ache, really.

good thing you've got it nailed down ƪ⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠)⁠ʃ

✦ㅤㅤZ = zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards . . .)

out like a motherfuckin' light. once he's caught his breath after squirting all over you—your hands, your cock, your face, whatever—, baizhu's eyes are already slippin' closed. his body jerks into your touches, but his eyes never open; it's up to you to carry out your aftercare with him—that sleepy second orgasm, then, is all the sweeter<3 if he's dozing off of nothing but the first orgasm in the bed, he'll be knocked the fuck out. make sure not to let him fall under the bathtub.

further, he sleeps best post-coitus. he loves to nuzzle into your throat, his damp hair splaying across the pillow and your face, the arm you have supporting his head . . . he smells so, so good, all bath-warm and smelling like the soaps you washed him with. and don't worry about him kicking you or anything of the sorts: baizhu is a dead weight in his sleep, and nothing short of changsheng biting him will rouse him from it.

a bit shorter, but i'm working thru them !

29 APR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

#ㅤ✦【 EVENT 】#save me doctor save me . . heh #alphabet #sub genshin #genshin smut #sub baizhu #baizhu smut #i forgot to mention how his glasses fog up during it. dang

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featheredenby · 2 days

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The Life Games: Part Two

Soon after the reaping of the tributes the parrot avian known as Grian Helios and the other tribute of unknown origin known as Scar Goodtimes are swiftly brought to the train that they will journey to the capital in by a group of peacekeepers. Inside of the train there are already two people, Lizzie Shadowlady (the District 12 escort) and Joel Smaller (the District 12 mentor), who are sitting at a mahogany table in the center of the dining car.

Despite being greeted Grian immediately heads to his room on the train and sulks, because yes it was a rash choice to randomly volunteer as tribute for his cousin but really no one will care once the blood starts flowing. It was really only a matter of time anyways as he’d always been rebellious against the government. The capital doesn’t really enjoy it when people sneak into the woods to hunt rabbits and go fishing. What’s the point anyway, he knows that his family will miss him but Pearl knows how to gather herbs and fruits which she can sell in the hob and her and Timmy have the chickens which they can sell eggs from. In spite of this they still need him so he has to get back home, for them.

At the other side of the dining car is Scar’s room in which he is writing a note to his Mom and Brother and his cat. Why is the cat in the letter though, the cat can’t read but that’s not important because it’s the thought that counts. He on the opposite end of the spectrum has high hopes for the games believing that he can at least make the top five contestants however ever if he wins he’ll lose something greatly important to him. His thoughts turn to the other tribute, he’s only spoken to Grian one time before this and it was a while ago, in fact he would be surprised if Grian even remembered. It was shortly after a mining accident and Grian had been outside of Scar’s house trying to sell tattered feather pillows and Scar had seen him fail to convince his mother that they were for a good price. So when no one was looking Scar had slipped Grian a too big red sweater and some bread, when you think about it those things weren’t that much but Scar had noticed that Grian was wearing that sweater during the reaping.

In the dining car Lizzie, a young fae who has an extra set of arms and fin like wings, has engaged in conversation with Joel, who appears to be a fae with green antennae and glassy wings, anyone playing enough attention would know that they are discussing what the strategy should be with the new tributes. As Grian and Scar come out of their rooms for dinner Joel makes the remark of, “I just don’t see the point in mentoring them if they die just like everyone else.” and is startled to hear the response “ Well did you hear that Grian? This guy thinks that we’re weak.” At this Lizzie starts to laugh much to Joel’s dismay. Remarks like this continue to be thrown around as the four of them eat which royally pisses of a certain avian, who happens to be sitting across from Joel and happens to have a knife. With in an instant the cheerful joking tone is thrown out the window and is replaced by one of dead seriousness, “Look,” says Grian as he stabs the knife into the table a millimeter away from Joel’s fingers, “We don’t like you and you don’t like us. That’s fine but it’s your job to try and keep us alive so start acting like it.”

#the life series #life series #traffic life #trafficblr #grian #goodtimeswithscar #smallishbeans #ldshadowlady #the life games #fanfic #desert duo #writing

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lorcandidlucienwill · 3 days

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Rant ahead.

I just saw someone say that Elain shouldn't be some vapid party hostess because she has powers connected to the ether and all that connection to darkness.

Girl where? Isn't Elain someone whose room had every curtain shoved back as far as it could go, to let in as much sun aspossible. As if any bit of darkness was abhorrent. As if to chase it away.

Didn't she say that she wanted sunshine?

Literally her powers (sensing and seer powers) are similar to that of Helion and Lucien. Elain also likes to grow life.

Where is her connection to the ether? Is it because she just popped out of the shadows when she killed Hybern? Was it because she was given some sword? I thought she returned that.

Do they have to undermine skills that are considered "feminine"? Diplomacy, charm, wit and perceptiveness are considered lesser because they think it doesn't make you badass. These things can be used as offense and defense upfront without ruffling the feathers of other courts. These skills require high intelligence and some insane level of political insight. These help you lead and manage people (they don't find that cool apparently). Other things you can do with it may include manipulating events and people (usually negative in connotation but it can also be used for something positive like persuading people to a better outcome).

I'm sorry if this isn't a question but I kind of think you can understand my frustrations (based on what I read from your posts.) Sorry for the inconvenience.

The way feminine women are treated in fandom is unfortunately reflective of how they’re treated in society.

My own mother has been taught to be so ashamed of her femininity that she is constantly telling me things like “Make sure you have a job” and “Never quit your job” and “Never let your husband win an argument” and stuff like this. IT IS RIDICULOUS.

Diplomacy, charm, wit, and perceptiveness lend themselves to being an AMAZING RULER. Sorry to people who don’t see how amazing femininity is but I’m built different.

Also Elain will NOT have DARK powers. She is the CONTRAST to Nesta, who is death. She will be life. She will be a healer with Mother Earth powers (I hope).

I LOVE Nesta, but we need more variety of female characters. Break the barrier. Embrace femininity. Stabbing people is not the only way to be badass. Manipulative women are iconic.

#anon asks #elain archeron #pro elain archeron

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salovie · 1 year

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“Sleep” is the thing with thorns -

That blooms along the path -

And sways away when I reach and pray -

To pluck it in my grasp -

And when at last - I touch it - pricks

And stings along my palm -

Is such a rest worth all these tricks -

Should I keep furthering Along?

I’ve heard it is Important -

But so hard to obtain -

And tougher yet - to hold on tight,

Without fight - to Dream again.

#poetry #spilled ink #napowrimo #napowrimo 2023 #prompt #write a parody or satire of a favorite poem #I think it’s clear I went with Emily Dickinson #and “’Hope’ is the thing with feathers”’#I originally intended this to be funny and you know - like a parody #but it ended up a little too sad for that 😅 oops my bad #but I think I like it anyway #Emily Dickinson #not a haiku

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soracities · 10 months

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Anne Sexton ("The Truth the Dead Know") Charlotte Eriksson (Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself)

#q #quote compilation #anne sexton #charlotte eriksson #hope is the thing with feathers #been saying this to myself over and over for 3 years straight #m #x

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hedgehog-moss · 4 months

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#bon réveillon !#(je sais pas où j'ai foutu mes santons...)#jesus is too big we did not find a tiny baby peanut sorry #i saw a peanut nativity on my dash the other day but it only had mary & joseph and i wanted to at least add a donkey #i had so many things to do this morning but still wasted half an hour stalking my chickens hoping they would lose a feather #(for a peanut angel.) but no luck #the hens did not appreciate being stalked and probably started wondering if they were on tonight's menu

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strummerjoe · 11 months

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Okay okay, listen, Night Watch is an absolute masterpiece of storytelling. It’s done so well I want to scream. Not only do we, the readers, know that the revolution will end in tears, the protagonist of the story knows it too! Vimes goes into this with the exact same expectations as the reader of here we go, we know we’re in a tragedy, we’re know we’re doomed by the narrative. AND YET, AND YET as the story goes on, you start to hope that maybe, just maybe, something will be different this time. Even Vimes starts to entertain the idea, but every time this happens, you get reminded (by the History Monks) that No. This is only going to go one way. This. is. a. Tragedy. BUT STILL. These are good people and look, some things have gone better this time, maybe it’s enough? Vimes always wins in the end, doesn’t he? And so you HOPE and by hoping, you wilfully forget what you’ve been told again and again, that this is a tragedy. AND THEN THEY GET SO CLOSE. SO FREAKING CLOSE that when it all goes wrong you feel surprised, even though you were told from the very beginning how it was going to go. It’s insane. It’s Terry Pratchett at his finest. Its’s a goddammed masterpiece.

#I've read this book at least 4 times and it still GETS ME every damn time because hope is the thing with feathers #Its my favourite discworld book #the glorious 25th of may #Night Watch #spoiler alert #gnu terry pratchett #discworld

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puppyeared · 1 year

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