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taras-toe-beans · 3 months

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BG3 Fic Feb Day 8: “It will be okay, as long as we're together.”

Only *checks watch* 20 days late <3

This was one of my favorite prompts though, I think, so I wanted to share.

They spent their second day in the Underdark exploring an arcane tower, at the suggestion of the Illithid, Omeluum. He was much different than the others Izzrhys had met over the years, and the rest of the companions seemed to agree that his attempt to help with a cure was worth a shot. They had already found the necessary ingredients for the elixir Omeluum intended to brew, but they explored further, mostly at Gale's request. That aside, he would probably need to consume more Weave soon.

Izzrhys was going through a chest he found against the wall in the tower’s basement when Gale grabbed his hand suddenly, with surprising desperation. The drow turned, and when he saw the others were occupied with their own investigations, he leaned in slightly to ask what was wrong.

Gale's other hand clasped over the orb on his chest. His eyes screwed shut, and he let out a sharp exhale. Izzrhys already knew the answer.

“My condition seems to be acting up again,” he said.

Although the actual words he said were meant to be nonchalant, the waver in his voice gave away the fact that he was in a lot of pain.

“Gale… shit… I know you said you'd probably need another item soon, but can you hang in there until we get back to our camp at the Myconid colony? Will you be alright in the meantime?”

“I won't explode, if that's what you're asking.”

“Gale.”

“I need to sit for a moment. Just let me know when you need me again.”

Izzrhys watched as Gale went to sit on top of a crate, still pressing a hand over his chest and starting to double over a bit. He took the glowing ring off his finger and tried to hand it to Gale, but the wizard gently pushed his hand away.

“Not yet. I fear that with how hungry the orb is, I'll not be able to control myself. Give it to me when we're out of here and safe. I don't want us getting trapped down here because I consumed our elevator key.”

“There has to be something I can do.”

“That's alright, Iz. You've been nothing but helpful with my condition. I'll surely be alright once I'm able to use the artifact.”

But he wasn't. Izzrhys was a bit concerned when the last artifact hadn't quite staved off the orb’s hunger like expected, yet he thought it might have been the item, or something else that didn't spell impending doom.

This time, Gale and Izzrhys stole away to the privacy of the wizard's tent, and Gale sat down on his bedroll, exhausted and still hurting. He held out his hand for the ring, his fingers unsteady and twitchy. Izzrhys pressed the magic item into his palm, and he gave a halfhearted smile, curling his fingers around the ring before guiding it to his chest.

A purple glow, the same as before, emitted from the scars on his chest, hungrily pulling at the Weave from the ring. Gale closed his eyes and inhaled sharply as the magic flowed into him. He had a clenched jaw, his eyes were squeezed shut, and he seemed to pale a bit. Izzrhys knew that consuming the artifact itself hurt Gale, but when he was done, his expression did not ease. His jaw stayed stiff, and he started blinking a bit more than usual.

“Gale, there's something wrong, isn't there?”

“This time, it's hardly had any effect at all...”

“What do you mean? It's not working? Is it like last time?”

“It's worse.”

“Hells… do you think consuming another one would do the trick? Maybe you just need more Weave than you used to, especially with all the fighting. You might be metabolizing it faster.”

“I don't think so,” Gale sighed, “The pain didn't even ease much. I think I may be running out of time.”

“Fucking hells, Gale. I promise we'll figure this out. There has to be some way to stop yourself from blowing up. How much time do you think we have? Hours? Days?”

“Iz, I'll be gone long before the orb erupts. You and the others will be fine.”

“That's not what I mean. How long do we have to fix this?”

“Definitely days rather than hours,” Gale replied, “but don't waste them on my account. The rest of you still have parasites to get rid of.”

Izzrhys reached out to hold Gale's hand, rubbing his thumbs into the tense muscle.

“May I do something to help?”

“I don't think you can.”

“I didn't ask whether I would be capable or not. I'm asking your permission. You have to remember that I'm something of an expert when it comes to pain and suffering. I think I can help, at least with the physical pain.”

“I'm willing to try, as long as it's not too much trouble.”

“It'll never be too much trouble. Not if it's for you. Now, just relax, and I'll care for you. Settle in, however you're comfortable.”

Gale adjusted how he sat in front of the paladin, hands folded unusually still in his lap. Meanwhile, Izzrhys pulled the amulet from around his neck and held it in his hand near Gale's orb. He closed his eyes and said a few words in prayer to Ilmater, asking to take on the pain in his place.

It hit hard. Izzrhys gasped and wheezed as the pain of the orb's hunger flooded his body. He hunched over from his kneeling position, grasping at his heart. A sick feeling formed in the pit of his stomach. This is what Gale was feeling constantly, and now it was his to bear.

“Iz, what did you do?”

“An orb shared is an orb halved, yeah?” Izzrhys said, straightening up again as he grew ever so slightly accustomed to the surging pain, “You feel better, don't you?”

His hands trembled. He could feel the tightness and the spasming of the muscles in his chest and back. Gods, it hurt. It hurt more than anything he’d experienced in a while.

“I feel better, yes, but you seem to be taking on the pain in my place, which is not what I agreed to. That’s not an orb halved. You can stop. It's alright.”

“The magic has to wear off on its own,” Izzrhys said, “I can't give it back.”

“Gods- Iz, I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy.”

“Gale, it's alright. I'm expected to do this for others. You've probably been holding onto this pain for a long time, no break in sight. Tonight, I offer you a brief respite.”

“I am so truly flattered that you would do this for me, but please don't do it again,” Gale begged.

“I won't,” Izzrhys agreed, reaching out to embrace Gale, “I just hope you can rest well for tonight, and maybe it'll be easier to bear.”

and looked at the paladin with sympathy in his eyes. Izzrhys gave him a halfhearted smile.

“All of this, and I'm just dying in the end, aren't I?” Gale sighed, “Why is it worth all this trouble to you?"

“Oh, please. You know exactly why. I adore you. I adore you and I'm duty-bound to ease suffering where I can.”

Izzrhys winced and grabbed at his chest as the pain swelled. Gale placed a hand over his orb

“You're not dying in the end anyhow. We're going to find a way. It will be okay, as long as we're together.”

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 fanfic #bg3ficfeb #bg3 gale #bg3 tav #tav x gale

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thechaseofspades · 11 months

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✍️🐇💘

✍️ What’s your ideal writing setup?

(Got this question on another post but I'll answer differently on both because why not)

I always write on my chromebook. Tab 1 is the document with the story on it. Tab 2 is the document with my ideas and notes. Tab 3 is youtube playing the designated playlist or song for the fic/chapter. Tab 4 is typically on the Ducktales wiki. Tab 5 is a fresh tab for me to type words into the search bar to spell check them but not actually hit enter because I don't want my search history to just be a list of words I was not confident in my spelling of so I just have to trust that the autofill had my back on that one.

As for the music, I make playlists for my multi-chapter fics. And then obviously the OMAM one(s) I end up listening to the album(s) while writing. As for Dream(s), I think I literally did just listen to Dreams by Fleetwood Mac because I really like that song. I used to go to sleep to it.

🐇 Do you write for yourself, for others, or both?

I've never really thought about it as one or the other. I guess it's more writing for myself than not. I'm of the mindset that I'll just write what I want to write and if people like it and read it or maybe even don't then that's cool. Not that I'm immune to the almighty numbers of course, but I don't think I'll ever write a story without wanting to do it if that makes sense. Like I'm not writing Beneath the Skin just because My Head is an Animal was well-received. It's because I personally wanted to continue the story, and also it helps that it got good feedback.

And also it's probably a psychological fact or whatever that when people get good feedback, it makes them feel better about the work they did. And getting that validation is pretty neat. But that's what posting on tumblr is for. I like to think I hold the actual writing I do to a higher standard than my silly hellsite posts.

💘 Is it easier to write angst or fluff?

I have a love/hate relationship with angst. Or should I call it a hurt/comfort relationship? Idk, words are weird.

I'm a huge hypocrite when it comes to this kind of stuff. I'll look at an angsty story or post and think "gosh that's awfully angsty for a disney kids show about the funny ducks" and decide that's not what I'm into because I like seeing my favorite characters be happy all the time forever like they deserve.

But then when I go to write my own stuff, it does get pretty angsty. I don't even realize it when I write it, because that's just where it ends up naturally. So in that regard it really is easier to do angst just in the sense that the conflict/plot/themes/reasons-for-the-story-to-exist are easier to come by.

On the other hand I've struggled lately writing because I don't want to get too angsty. I've already written some pretty tough stuff in my opinion, but I just don't want it to get too wrapped up in that to where I miss the point of writing the funny ducks. It's weird, and I'm working through it so hopefully it won't be a huge issue.

Basically, an ideal world would let me write the fluffiest fluff ever. But my insistence on there being a compelling narrative and character exploration makes angst so much more natural to write in service of that. I think that was my point? Idk

Thanks for the ask!!

#that's a lot of words #but hey i'm a writer doing a writer ask so idk what you expected otherwise #fanfic writer ask game #ask game

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pinkrelish · 2 years

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whens the next chapter of The White Wolf of the Woods coming out? cant wait to see where it goes! love the new blog theme btw <3

sorry for answering this a few days late; i kept meaning to get to it when i was on my desktop and forgot.

i guess this'll work as an update for that fic: i haven't abandoned it. i'm 13k words deep on the last chapter, i just got really burnt out writing the same story since january 1st and needed a break.

more person stuff under the cut

i have ocd (along with other stuff) and it got really bad while writing chapter 4. not like a piece of fanfiction will be my magnum opus, but my perfectionist tendencies ramped up to 100 after the first chapter. i do more editing than writing, and editing 20k+ word chapters is a real slog. i'm so aware of reused words and phrases that i would sit there for hours and make sure i don't repeat the word hand twice in within the same scene. fucking hand. and don't get me started on eyes/gaze/looked/watched.

i was going through a scene in chapter 4 and thought "oh hey i haven't used rein in his/her emotions, yet, have i?" i checked chapter 3 and not only did i use it three times and didn't catch it when editing aforementioned 20k+ words, i spelled rein/reign wrong every single time. then i noticed i used some form of "his chest collapsed with a breath" twice 16k words apart. i sat in bed a cried because i felt fucking stupid and like i'll never get anywhere in life because i can't even write a single comprehensible story without rudimentary errors i'm convinced everyone saw and laughed at because they're better than me. i hardly graduated high school, couldn't afford college, i live in poverty. i'm a fucking loser.

uh, yeah, so that wasn't healthy.

writing for an entirely different fandom and character has had it's own stressors, but giving myself a break and just.. allowing myself to use the word "walked" twice in a single chapter and still having people like/kudos and leave comments telling me they're enjoying the plot has been.. freeing.

i'll get back to White Wolf and Obito in general eventually, but right now i just need a hit of serotonin.

#obito x reader #tagging as an update #sorry if you've been waiting on the last chapter #tw mental health

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axels-corner · 1 year

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The pond where our story started (can we continue?)

Notes: This is my longest work to date, it’s also my 2000th post!! I had a lot of fun writing this, I had an idea of Kenric and Oralie both feeding ducks at a pond in September, and wanted to do a drawing for it when I got an idea to write this instead. I really wanted to focus on putting more descriptors, as well as not scaring myself with writing long fics like I usually do, and I think I succeeded, also I spell checked it but I might've missed a few since the majority of this fic was written before I went to bed because that's when I got ideas for it, I hope you enjoy reading it!

Characters: Kenric, Oralie, (Oralie’s mom is in a couple of scenes)

Words: 6338 words

“C'mon dear it's time to go home!” Oralie heard her mother call

“Coming just give me one second!” Oralie responds back throwing one last handful of birdseed to the ducks but in her haste to stand up she knocked her bag into the water. Her mother appeared behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder

“We'll get a new one this Atlantis and I'll help you re-do you're homework,” she wrapped an arm around Oralie's shoulder holding her pathfinder to the sky, so bright Oralie had to squint when looking into it, “now c'mon it's getting late we should get home.” Oralie nodded and glittered into the light with her mother.

It was Monday morning at Foxfire, she shut her locker holding all her books. Elwin had chosen the flavor for the lockers and she did not want to taste that again

“Ahh!” She tripped over her feet, behind her locker was a boy with vivid red hair, Kenric Fathdon, her academic rival.

“Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.” He said helping her up. The two weren't exactly friends so she asked the question that was on her mind

“What are you doing behind my locker?” He held out a bag

“I was at a pond this weekend with my family and my cousin fished it out of the water when he and my brother where playing tag. I recognized your families crest.” He pointed to where it was on her bag.

“Oh, thank you I appreciate it.”

“No problem, it's what I would want somebody to do for me if I lost my bag and they found it.” Just then the bell rang, Oralie nodded at him slinging her bag over her shoulder

“Well, I guess I'll see you around Kenric.” He waved as she walked away

“See you Ora!”

She didn't see Kenric for a while after that, well she saw him in the hallway, but they didn't have a conversation beyond a friendly greeting. Though she did see him at the pond and they would silently feed the ducks birdseed together, though no words were exchanged. That was until the summer before the elite levels.

They had both been out and where enjoying the quite silence, Oralie studying, and Kenric reading that they didn't realize that there was a storm until Oralie saw a drop land on the lake out of the corners of her eye. She looked up and saw the sky was a deep, dark, gray. It looked like what she imagined the void where conjurers stored things looked like. She turned to look at Kenric and just as they locked eyes rain started pouring out of the clouds. In an instant she and Kenric where on their feet as they ran for the forest, where they hoped that the trees would at least provide some cover. It didn't. The leaves were just thin enough that the water could still race through the leaves to the ground, like droplets on car windows. At least this time Oralie didn't drop her bag into the pond, not that it made a difference it was just as if not more soaked than it had been all those years ago. Kenric moved to go deeper into the forest

“C'mon the leaves are thicker deeper in the woods.”

“Why don't we just leap away?” Kenric didn't respond he just held his pathfinder up to the light, and it casted no path.

“The light isn't strong enough, we'll have to wait till this storm clears up. Trust me I've grown up in these woods, my parents taught me what to do in case there was a storm.” Oralie nodded following him.

After what felt like hours, though that probably had to do with her high heels that kept sinking into to the ground making every step feel like ten, Kenric stopped and waved his arms around like a magician.

“Welcome to my family's cabin,” He turned and smiled at her before continuing “we can bunk here for tonight and leap in the morning.” Oralie nodded, she had already texted her parents and told them what had happened so that they wouldn't be worried about her.

“So what do we do know?” she asked, noticing how he was looking around the area like he was searching for something.

“There's some food inside that we can heat up, but all the firewood would be soaked by now.” Oralie nodded looking around before her gaze found a tree that was so huge around the base, and stretched high in the sky looking like it could give the clouds a high-five with its leaves if it wished. And its leaves-the leaves where the most beautiful she had ever seen with a myriad of colors blending into a majestic ombré. The best part was that leaves where so thick with how age and since leaves hadn't started to fall yet that little to no water got onto the sticks lying below. Oralie turned to Kenric

“I have a plan,” she waited for him to look at her “you go inside and find a match or something of the like to light a fire, and the food, while I find some dry wood.” He nodded looking up at the sky, which could barley be seen, and yet the rain persisted through the gaps except on the thickest trees, he nodded

“Good luck Ora, I don't think anything could not get soaked in this weather,” he turned to go to the cabin but stopped and turned “Wait, I'll take you're bag inside so that it doesn't get more soaked, and maybe dry off a little bit, also,” he unbuttoned his cloak and held it out to her “I noticed you didn't have yours and you're going to be the one out in this rain so here you go.” She took the cloak from him, and handed him her bag, the same one he saved from the pond all those years ago.

“Thank you,” she told him fumbling with the clasp, she always had trouble with them it's why she preferred not to wear them, he pinned the cloak for her. They locked eyes for a minute, and it was like something straight out of a fantasy novel, the sun even seemed to brighten, until Kenric stepped back avoiding her gaze, clearing his throat, cheeks flushed pink

“No problem.” She swore that when she felt his emotions she could almost sens- nope shutting that thought down. She pointed over her shoulder ignoring how good he looked, how did she not notice before

“Well I better,” he nodded

“Oh, yeah and I better try to find the matches, and food, and stuff, it's been a while since we've stayed here so need to make sure the animals didn't get in.” She nodded, and they both turned and went to their job. As Oralie collected the dry firewood she could still feel how pink her cheeks where, did she like Kenric? That's ridiculous they were rivals, they were always trying to one up each other in class scores, but then what was that. It was like one of Kenric's novels he wrote where the two love interests kiss. She shook her head, how was she supposed to get the dry firewood to the cabin without it getting soaked? An idea suddenly popped into her head she took off the cape wrapping the fire wood in it so that the inside was against it and the already soaked outside was still facing out. Here goes nothing, she thought, time to test the water proofness of capes. She should've used that for her science project that they had to do for the science fair. She held her hand over her head like it would stop the rain, now would've been an awesome time to be a hydrokinetic. She ran to the cabin, as curious as she was on the waterproofness of capes it could wait until it wasn't protecting the only dry firewood she had seen. By the time she got to the cabin and inside she was shivering like she'd been frozen, she hadn't realized how much warmth the cape had provided until it was gone.

Kenric looked up from a small drawer with a box of matches in hand and the gnomish vegetables on the counter as she slammed the door open. She held out the bundle

“I found firewood, and it's dry.” Kenric smiled

“And I have the matches and food all we need now is to light the wood stove and we'll be good.” She nodded and moved to put the wood in the other room but Kenric shook his head and gestured for her to give him the wood, she raised an eyebrow but did. He took the cape off the wood and wrapped it around her shoulders again. “Let me handle dinner you look like you're about to become an ice cube, there are some blankets in the next room.” That sounded good to her, even with Kenric's cape she was still freezing, she went to the next room and quickly found the blankets he had been talking about, and wrapped them around her. They were warm like a hug, and soft like an animals fur. She went back into the next room and told Kenric about where she found the wood, and he talked shared stories about his cousins, younger brothers and his baby sister who had been born on the last day of Foxfire.

“She'll celebrate both graduating a level, and her birthday.” Oralie remarked, in return Oralie told him about her older sister, and brother. Talking about everything and nothing all night. As they lay with their heads next to each other at eye level Kenric asked

“Why do you get so serious about grades?” probably remembering when they really did act like rivals, and were not nice to each other, and Oralie yelled at him for destroying their partnered universe homework model, and he yelled at her for making them loose in physical education. She took a deep breath

“I want to be a councilor, I want to change our world for the better,” she turned her head and found Kenric staring at her, “That's why I don't date, and why I haven't even registered,” she watched him nod and as he started to look away she found the courage to say the words she'd been thinking all day “but,” his eyes snapped back to hers “I don't won't to loose what we have, I've never felt this way before.” He nodded

“Me too,” placing a hand on her cheek as they both where sitting facing each other now he asked “may I?” she nodded and they both closed their eyes as they where about to kiss the door slammed open and they both pushed each other away.

When Oralie looked up she saw that it was her older brother Aldwinn with Kenric's older cousin Aldwynn, they were roommates, yes it got confusing, and yes they took advantage of it in every way possible. Aldwinn's eyebrows were high on his face

“Are we interrupting something?” Aldwynn asked with a glance at his cousin. Both Kenric and Oralie shook their heads, protesting, pushing themselves off the floor, Kenric's face flushed bright red, and Oralie knew that hers matched. Aldwinn clapped his hands

“Well Oralie, mom and dad want you home, same with you Kenric.” He added onto the end turning to look at him. Oralie handed Kenric his cape back as they where leaving

“Here you go, thank you for letting me borrow it.” Aldwinn's eyebrows jumped even higher, and then even higher that she was afraid they were going to fly off his scalp if they went any higher when Kenric said waving his hand,

“Keep it, it looks better on you.” As they walked out Aldwinn leans in to whisper

“What was that about? Are you two finally dating took you long enough.” She shoved him playfully

“Shut up, and it's not like I can't say the same thing about you and Aldwynn.” Her brother's face turned a bright red, like he was a cartoon character. He shoved her back

“Whatever, I'll see you at home.” and with that he leaped away, Oralie gave one last wave over her shoulder before she did the same.

She was having a winnowing gala, she and Kenric didn't acknowledge or talk about what had happened that night in the cabin except for making a passing joke about it in rare occasion. Like when Oralie brought up that she was going to have a winnowing gale.

“I'm going to have a winnowing gala.” Oralie declared setting her tray at the table. Kenric didn't look up

“good morning to you too, wait I thought you wanted to be a councilor?” she nodded taking a bite of her food

“I do, but I want to see what's out there first, you know.” He nodded

“That makes sense.”

“I was also wondering if you were free Saturday to help me decorate?” He laughed before realizing she was serious

“I thought you hated my taste.”

“No I hate you're fashion and decorating sense, but I thought it would be more fun if I had a friend there.”

“You're parents pushed you into this didn't they?” Kenric asked, she sighed

“They just want to make sure I'm sure, they want me to get all five match packets.” She looked away, and Kenric took her hand from across the table, running his thumb along her knuckles, he smiled when she looked at him

“Of course I'll be there Ora.” He said using the years old nickname he had for her. Then the bell rang, and Kenric took one last bite of his apple shaped fruit, and threw it away. Oralie sat there realizing she was feeling they same thing she felt when they were in the cabin.

It was Saturday now and just as promised Kenric arrived to help her decorate the banquet hall for the winnowing gala. Currently he was hanging the streamers, while Oralie set up the snack tables. She looked up to see him leaning way beyond the ladder to pin another streamer on a beam

“You're going to fall.”

“No I'm not and even if I did you would catch me.” He shot her a wink, and right on cue confirming her prediction the ladder wobbled before falling sending Kenric with it. Without thinking Oralie caught him with the help of telekinesis, the force knocking them both to the floor. Though she was still holding him bridal style. Kenric's eyes opened slowly, and met hers

“Thanks, I thought I was going to hit the floor for a minute.”

“I'd never let you hit the ground.”

It felt like the night in the cabin, the world faded away leaving only the two of them, Kenric cleared his throat pushing himself away from her, and off the floor, before offering a hand to her

“We should probably keep decorating as much as I would like to keep staring into your eyes.” He turned away and picked the ladder back up and they decorated in silence. Oralie was dissapointed, but he was right, he wasn't on any of her match lists since he had decided not to register. They would be a bad match, but the more she thought about it, she didn't mind that. Her parents would have a fit if they heard her say it, but it was true. She took a deep breath pushing all thoughts of the bright red hair boy out of her mind. It was for the best.

It was night time. Oralie was standing outside greeting the guys from her match list. Some she recognized, some she didn't, none of them were the boy she wanted to see, though she knew it was impossible for Kenric to be here. She couldn't imagine dancing with all of the people on her list when she wasn't interested in any of them. She sighed as she greeted the last person before putting on a bright smile

“Hi! Welcome I hope you enjoy the gala!” The boy laughed

“You know in another life you would've made a great actress, not that you can fool me.” As his words processed Oralie did a double take. She hadn't even recognized Kenric, his hair was done with what looked like tons of hair gel, and the nicest tunic she had seen him wear, though it still clashed with the rest of his outfit, her mouth was still hanging open as he closed it “not excited to see me?” She snapped out of it

“No! It's great to see you its just, how are you here.” He winked at her like he did that afternoon

“Well there's no laws for winnowing galas, just rules, and those are made to be broken,” He rubbed the back of his neck holding out flowers, and in a quieter voice said “and I thought it might be nicer to have a friend,” then as if regaining his confidence the red faded from his cheeks “plus are you going to deny me the opportunity for an Oralie makeover?” She took the flowers from him “That would be nice, and I would never deny the opportunity to give you a makeover.” With that she grabbed his hand and they snuck upstairs, carefully avoiding everyone else. She helped him redo his hair, she was right, he had used the entire tub of gel

“Why would you do that?” she asked, he shrugged

“My brother said too.” She raised an eyebrow and turned so that he was staring at her “which I'm now beginning to think was a prank.” She laughed

“Well I guess we'll have to prank them back.”

“I suppose we will.” forty-five minutes and a makeover later, Kenric helped her do her hair, which she had pulled into a simple pointy tail

“How do you know how to do my hair but not your own?” Oralie asked looking into the mirror

“I help my little sister with her hair, I'm better at longer hair than short hair.”

“Than why don't you grow you're hair out?” He looked at the mirror meeting her gaze

“I never thought about that, I think I will,” he finished the braid “and we're done! What do you think?” Oralie touched her hair

“I love it!”

“Well you have your specialty, and I have mine.” He said, and she laughed

“We should do this before every party, I'll do the outfits, and you do hair.” He nodded

“I'd like that, it's better than getting ready by ourselves.”

“I had a question,” Kenric made a hum “what was that earlier?” he sighed and turned to face her

“Remember when I went to the kitchen to get us lushberry juice?” She nodded and he continued “Well I saw you're mom and she told me that we both want to be councilors, and we shouldn't distract each other with romance, plus we would be a bad match.” Oralie couldn't believe it, well actually she could, but she didn't focus on it right now

“Wait do you like me?” He flushed

“I know you want too be a councilor so I didn't want to say anything.” She laughed taking his face in her hands

“I like you too Kenric, I have since the day in the woods.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He took a breath before asking the question that needed addressing

“What now?”

“Well Kenric Fathdon,” their were butterflies in her stomach and she willed her hands to be steady as she took his. They were larger than hers, which made sense since he was taller than her, his hands felt warm, and right, like a puzzle snapping together. Just as she was about to ask-

“There you are Oralie!” she heard her mother before she saw her, when she looked at her, Oralie's mother wasn't looking at her but rather glaring at Kenric “what are you doing here?”

“Just leaving m'am.” Kenric said before transmitting to Oralie

I'll see you later. When he walked out the door her mother motioned for Oralie to walk with her

“Everyone is waiting for you, you can't let that boy distract you. Plus it's not like you can date any way, you'll be a bad match, as well as you both want to be councilors,” they stopped at the top of the stairs, and her mother took her hands “I don't mean to be harsh Oralie but I just want what's best for you.” Oralie nodded

“and what if Kenric is right for me?” Her mother sighed

“I would prefer if you were a good match but I would support you if that's what you truly want. I just thought you wanted to be a councilor.” Oralie nodded

“I do it's just, he's handsome and funny, and even his arrogance isn't as infuriating as it once was.” Her mother nodded squeezing her hands

“I understand, just try for me won't you?” Oralie nodded

“Ok.”

“Ok,” her mother repeated “thank you Oralie, now go get them.” Oralie nodded and descended the staircase wishing Kenric was descending with her.

The party was over and just as Oralie predicted she didn't like any of her matches, they were nice, and she would want to be friends, but not romantically involved. Oralie's mom put an arm around her shoulders giving her a one arm squeeze,

“Thank you for trying,” she looked over her shoulder and smiled, kissing Oralie's forehead “it looks like you have a visitor, don't stay up to late you two.” and with that she swept up the stairs, Oralie turned around and saw Kenric

“Hey Ora.”

“Hey.” Kenric looked around

“We should probably clean up shouldn't we.” Oralie nodded tossing him a broom

“Help me sweep?”

“Person with the smallest pile looses!” He declares

“Oh you're so on!”

They sweep, until all the trash has been collected into two even piles

“I think I won.” Kenric declared playfully, Oralie shook her head

“I think it was a tie.” Kenric laughed

“Are you sure?” Oralie laughed with him but stopped after a few seconds looking sadly around the room that had been full of music, noise and dancing just a few hours ago. Kenric gave her a one armed hugged hesitantly

“Hey, I'm no empath, but what's wrong?”

“It's not important.” She said looking away, he placed a hand on her cheek and she could feel his emotions love, happiness, and concern

“It seems like it is, what's wrong?” She sighed

“I just wish I could’ve danced with you, I had to dance with all the people I didn't and not the one I did.” Kenric let go of her hand and took her hand

“Who says we can't dance now?”

“But there's no music?” He used telekinesis and put a CD in the radio, human music softly played throughout the room

“Trust me.” he said, starting to lead her through a slow dance, at first it was awkward, she stepped on his feet, they almost tripped over the piles of trash in the room, but soon they fell into a rhythm. Oralie had dance partners before, she danced with hundreds people that night, but Kenric was better than all of them, it was like another piece of the puzzle fell into place. They could have been dancing for three minutes or three hours it didn't matter, as the CD winded down, they still danced even when it stopped. Her arms were around his neck and his arms were around her waist, their foreheads were pressed together

“Thank you.” Oralie said softly, their was only the two of them in the universe

“For what?” he asked in the same soft tone

“For this dance, it's the most amazing I've had all night.”

“I'm glad, considering I've never danced before.”

“You haven't?” Oralie asked unable to keep the surprise out of her voice

“Nope, just made it up as I went.”

“Well it was still amazing.”

They stayed that way for the rest of the night just swaying around the room foreheads together talking softly about everything, not a care in the world, not even that they were going to be exhausted the next morning.

Oralie thought that things would be different this time from the cabin but they didn't talk about her winnowing gala either. By the time blinked she had gotten all five of her match packets and had all her winnowing galas. Kenric's name had not been on a single one of them. Once the elite levels started the two drifted apart, with all the homework, and internships they barley had time to themselves. When they did it was never at the same time. It was like the universe was trying to keep them apart. Speaking of which she had to get to the universe, she grabbed her bag and ran out the door.

After class was over she had her government class, when she arrived she was surprised to see Kenric standing there as well

“Ah, Miss Oralie it's a pleasure to see you. I trust you know Kenric Fathdon.” She nodded slowly, setting her bag in the corner. She was confused usually classes were one on one except for physical education. The professor clapped his hands, he was an older man his ears were starting to form points, he had silver hair with blond roots showing, and glasses. “As I was telling Mr. Fathdon over here, as you two are about to graduate and you both are in consideration for the opening in the council,” Oralie's eyebrows shot up at that news, this was the first she was hearing about it

“If you wish to sign up here is the packet that you will need to fill out.” Oralie and Kenric nodded

“Thank you sir.”

“Yes, thank you sir.”

“You're welcome.” the teacher said and Oralie and Kenric walked out of his office.

“Do you want to hang out while we fill out the packets?” Oralie asked as they walked up the stairs to the dorms. Kenric didn't say anything, and when she turned to look at him he had stopped walking and was staring at her

"What?" Oralie asks staring at his face, he laughs

"You're joking right." When she doesn't join in and just glares at him he stops "wait, you don't really think you have a shot right?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Well everyone knows that empaths are just lie detectors and they already have one on the council, so they'll obviously go for the telepath." He said with an arrogant air about him, she had forgotten how annoying it could be. She also didn't think that Kenric was someone who looked down on others for their abilities

"You just wait Kenric Fathdon, I'll be a better councilor than you could ever dream of being."

"Yeah right.” He told her and after a long moment added, “well I guess that's it than huh."

"Yeah I guess it is." And without hesitation she turned and stomped back up to her room so angry that even someone who wasn't an empath could feel it.

Back at home after she finished retelling the story she turned to her mother who was sitting at the counter sipping a cup of coffee. She threw her hands in the air

"I mean can you believe him I never would've thought that he would be someone who judges what others can do based off of ability. I've gotten top marks on all my tests and am top of the class." The anger slowly started to fade, disappointment replacing it as she sat down in one of the chairs at the counter "what am I supposed to do now mom?" She heard her mom set down her ceramic mug, and her take a deep breath

"Look at me Oralie," she waited until Oralie did to continue "I think that you should apply." Oralie was surprised her mother had always supported her dreams, but she wanted her to be an emissary like her.

"But, before you said," her voice fades out as her mom said

"I know but I see now you have the passion, and the fire to change our world for the better, and you shouldn't let anyone convince you otherwise. You are so much more than a lie detector, than just an empath. You are Oralie, and I know even if you don't get elected this time you will in the future." Oralie smiled making up her mind

"Thanks mom, I know what I'm going to do now."

She went to the pond. It was a risky move considering Kenric might be there but she wasn't going to let him drive her away from where she always went to think. She grabbed the packet from her satchel, then made sure it was secure. No one would fish her bag out of the pond this time. She opened up the packet and the first three pages where surprisingly familiar to when she filled out her matchmaking packet. Age, name, when her birthday was, what she wanted to do, what her values where. Although the packet didn't have any of the romantic stuff the matchmaking one had which made sense. When she got to the last question she saw what it was, what is your ability? Without hesitation she wrote in empath never being prouder, she could care less what people thought about her talent she would prove the wrong. The last page of the packet was the rules of the councilors

I swear that if I become a councilor I will not marry nor have children, to make sure I can rule unbiased. I swear to do everything I can to help my people, I will rule because it's right and not for the fame and above all I will do everything I can to make sure the lost cities will prosper.

She read it what must've been a hundred times to make sure she was hundred and ten percent certain of what she was agreeing to before she signed her name. The next Monday she turned the packet into the same teacher that had given it to her and Kenric. As she placed it in his hand before he took it he asked

"Are you sure?" And with no hesitation or tremble in her voice she said

"Yes." He nodded taking the thick packet, he needed two hands to hold it.

"I just wanted to be sure because once they're handed in theirs no turning back." She nodded once more

"I am completely certain." The teacher nodded

"I will send you and Mr. Fathdon's packets in right away." Oralie gave a slight curtsy

"Thank you sir." She had never felt more sure of anything in her life, this is what she had always wanted, she pushed down the small part of her that was still in love with Kenric and walked out of the room, her mind made up, she was going to do everything to help her world.

Oralie was reading a novel and drinking a glass of juice before retiring to bed when she heard a knock at the door. Putting the book down but keeping her glass in hand she opened the door

“Councilor Kenric, for what do I owe the pleasure?” He fidgeted with the edge of his shirt like he used to do when they were younger, she closed her eyes and shut down the thought

“Um, may I come in?” He asked, she opened up the door wider

“Come in.” He nodded, and followed her to her sitting room. She sat in her chair that she had been reading in before gesturing for him to take a seat and asked

“What do you need?” Oralie asked cutting straight to the chase

“I wanted to clear the air. I'm sure you're wondering what took so long for you to get elected,” She nodded she had always wondered, because as far as she knew she was the only empath up for consideration. He sat up taller in the chair before continuing, “I'm the reason.”

“Why?”

“I can't tell you that.” He said, and she scoffed

“and why's that.”

“Because it's classified.”

“Well isn't that convenient.” she said, as he went to say something she held up her hand “I don't want to here it just leave, you know where the door is.” He pushed himself up from the chair and with no other words walked out. Tears burned Oralie's eyes, she felt like she'd been betrayed she and Kenric argued often, but she never thought he would go that far. She wiped the tears from her eyes refusing to cry over him. It didn't matter what was done was done, she couldn't change the past, but she would change the future with or without Kenric's support. She drank the rest of her juice, and went to put her novel away when she noticed that the page it was open too was of the two lovers getting a happy ending after everything. It had been a finals gift from Kenric when they were in level three after he had noticed her looking over his shoulder in his families cabin as he read. It was crazy how a couple years could change people's perception.

Years later Oralie sat at the pond, she and Kenric had finally made up and talked things through about two years ago and had slowly becoming closer like they were when they were younger. Oralie was tossing birdseed to the ducks, it was a nice spring day, she could hear the birds chirping in the trees and the creaking of the boards on the dock as Kenric walked up and sat next to her. He put his head on her shoulder, and she reached one arm up to play with his hair.

“Long day?” She asked he nodded

“Troll, goblin, ogre negotiations are the worst, they all want to kill each other.” She nodded sympathetically and kissed him on the forehead,

“I love you.” she whispered her head on his

“I love you too.” He smiled up at her. Out here they could just be, the rest of the council turned a blind eye since no one knew about this spot but them. According to Bronte

“At least they aren't still squabbling like school children anymore.” Suddenly Kenric perks up

“I almost forgot I have a surprise for you!” she raised her eyebrows

“What is it?” He offered a hand up

“I can't tell you silly, otherwise it won't be a surprise anymore.” he placed his hand in hers “just trust me, you'll love it.” She nodded and followed him as he led her deeper into the woods they didn't talk but she listened to the symphony called nature, the birds, the slight breeze whistling, the sound of the leaves and sticks under their feet. As she looked around she realized she was starting to recognize their surroundings like the tree she found the firewood under the summer before the elite levels. Just then Kenric stopped sweeping his arm across a bush, gently pushing away the branches to reveal a clearing with a rebuilt cottage. As she stepped into the clearing Kenric followed behind her. Her hands came up to cover her mouth and she pointed at the cottage

“Did you rebuild the cottage?” Kenric hugged her from behind resting his head on her shoulder

“Do you like it?” She spun around in the hug and hugged him back

“I love it!” The cottage was still a light blue but it had been fixed up, a reminder of their childhood when they would study together, and play base quest with the rest of their friends. Kenric nudged her arm

“I can't wait for you to see the inside.” She let go of the hug and walked to the door with him behind her. She looked inside and felt around for the light switch for a minute before finding it when she turned it on she saw the cabin had been redone. The counter, benches, and the rest of the furniture had been fixed up. There was a new bookshelf stocked with romance novels that both Oralie and Kenric loved to read. As well as soft blankets they had found when they went to the human world, she had wondered where they had gone. In the middle of the floor was a large red and white checkered with a picnic basket on top. Oralie turned to Kenric who was leaning against the door frame

“Is this your secret project?” He nodded hesitantly

“Do you like it?” She nodded

“I love it it's amazing!” He took her hand and led her to the blanket, and they both sat down. Oralie's dress flared out beneath her. He opened the picnic basket pulling out their favorite foods, mallowmelt, porcaroot pie, pudding puffs, and cinnacreme as the beverage. They were all perfect, she looked at him as she bit into the porcaroot pie, the sweet, smoky flavor mixing with the creamy texture for perfection.

“Did you make this?” she asked and he smiled

“Yeah, I wanted to do something special for you.”

“Any particular reason?”

“Today marks the ten year anniversary of you being a councilor.” She smiled

“You remembered.” He brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear

“Of course I did.” His hand lingered on his face, and their eyes locked like they did all those years ago during the storm

“May I?” and with no one to interrupt the kiss this time she nodded they both leaned in and it was as magical as the stories had always described, and finally the puzzle of Oralie's life felt right, like a song settling in her heart. She wished that she could tell the little girl she used to be that everything would be okay, and she get a storybook ending like she'd read about. Even if it did involve minor treason. Everything was perfect.

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quelsentiment · 1 year

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3, 15, 17, 18 for the weird writing asks!!

Thanks Fee!

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

Okay, so I used to write on Google Docs for the longest time and then a few months I told myself that maybe it wasn't the best privacy-wise. So I've switched to using Open Office, which I think helps me focus better because having it on a separate window away from my web browser reduces the temptation to stop mid-sentence to check another tab, you know? But at the same time, this feels VERY cursed because my version doesn't have any kind of spelling check, plus my WIPs are now saved on my internal drive, and since I don't make backups of them that often, I live in fear or my laptop dying on me and making me lose weeks of progress

Oh also, there's basically no word count lololol

Am I gonna do anything about any of this though? No, we're raw-dogging life over here 😎

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

I already answered this earlier but the short answer is I currently don't, but I don't judge people who do (unless it's a library book or something)

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

I guess I'll talk about my fic for the Zouis Fest (although it might not even be part of it in the end, because I keep writing for the Dream Team fandom instead rip)

Anyway, I'm still not sure exactly what I'm doing with it. Like the main idea is that it's a Zayn-POV, canon-compliant(ish), present day fic where they run into each other in Hong Kong and are kinda forced to acknowledge what happened all those years ago, and figure out how to move forward. So like, lots of angst and feelings of betrayal and conflict and serious conversations because that's basically all I know how to (and all I want to) write lol

At the moment I'm not sure whether to keep it focused on their friendship or introduce some kind of romance aspect to it (toying with the idea that they had some kind FWB situation going while they were in the band). But since it's canon-compliant I'd feel kinda iffy doing that. I've never actually written canon-compliant before, and I have to admit that it scares me a bit, also because I've been extremely removed from the 1d fandom lately

Anyway one thing I'm sure about is that I want a scene to be inspired by the following verse from Blur's My Terracotta Heart:

And when we fly tomorrow over the Java seas And my younger maps will be there with me 'Cause they remind me of swimming out too far one day Then the coral was gone, but I didn't care anyway

Something about Zayn going too far to swim and Louis watching him almost drown but not realizing what's happening, as a metaphor for what went wrong between them

Yeah, that's pretty much all I can share at the moment. I should really get back to it

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

Zayn Malik is, without a doubt, the most beautiful person Louis has ever had the privilege to lay his eyes on. To the point that if he were to explain aesthetic attraction to someone, he’d probably say something like: “The feeling I get when I look at that gorgeous guy in my English 586 class.”

That's the opening line from Situations Like These, my aro/ace Zouis fic from the first Zouis fest.

It's one of those stories that really started out with just a scene rather than an idea/concept, which I think is the case for a lot of my fics actually. I mean, I did have a prompt for this fic, which was something like "they're both ace but don't tell the other for fear of driving him away", so it was pretty vague in terms of setting and everything else, really.

I remember coming up with that opening scene and the bits of dialogues at my grandparents' place right before getting on the road back home with my parents, and since I'd rather die than write in front of them, I just had to make sure to commit everything to my memory by repeating it all in my head throughout the day, until we were finally home and I could write it down. But that's something I do a lot, I think, just come up with stuff (typically dialogue) at inconvenient times and praying that I remember it by the time I can write it down 😬 And then of course when you actually settle in front of your computer, you feel like all your inspiration is gone

Anyway, I think this might be one of my favourite opening scenes I've written, I feel like it's pretty fun while setting the tone and dynamics for the whole fic

writing asks

#thanks for asking these!!#hope you had a good day :)#asks #feeisamarshmallow

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crewofthegoldrush · 2 years

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bby im bored so yall get some excerpts from pending fics -

Roommate AU

Monty holds out her hand and Aubrey drops the key into her palm. It was one of those new fangled key fobs. "Don't worry, I'll take care of ya."

A whistle behind her. "Yea I bet ya will, Boss.”

A statement like that might normally please her ego - but not at work. Monty twists her head around and glares at Puckett, and he has the decency to blush, the color obvious on his dull green scales. She stares at him until he mutters an apology and lumbers back to the garage.

Monty thinks she hears Aubrey chuckle. "Sorry about these guys. I've been tryin' to work on their manners. Do you wanna borrow my car so you can get back to - I dunno, headquarters?"

Aubrey opens her mouth, then pauses, checks her phone. Checks her watch, then her phone again. "Maybe," she says on a sigh, biting her lip. "Eventually. I'm doing as he asked, he can deal without me for a while."

"Y'know," Monty wrinkles her snout, "I didn't think you were this kind of assistant."

"I'm not," she deadpans. "She quit some time ago. I haven't a clue if they plan on replacing her, lucky me."

"Tell you what, take my car back and I'll drive the fancy car over tonight. But since he can spare you, you wanna get some lunch?"

Aubrey seems to think that over, but there wasn't much to think about, so she nods soon enough. "Alright. Thank you, Cowboy."

Her heels click against the linoleum floor as she follows Monty out, to another annoying choir of whistles and heckles, this time directed at Monty for not sharing that she had a "girlfriend." Aubrey, in a good natured way that Monty doesn't usually see of her, takes the heckling in stride and even winks at Rigby on the way out. The little kobold turns red from head to toe.

Once outside the shop, Aubrey gives Monty an aside glance. "Are you quite sure your aunt didn't throw herself down some stairs to get away from them?"

"She assures me she did not."

Soulmate AU

The day after she realized her book was nowhere to be found in Montgomery's room - more specifically, the day they were picking up Captain Wayfinder's away team from Runswick - Harper notices a faded white scar on her arm.

Brow furrowed at what the hell could cause that - a spell? A knife? - she feels a familiar urge to write. Perhaps it was Harper's general good mood, or maybe it was more her frazzled nerves from listening to Demetrius and Brunhilde argue over a tomato for two and a half days.

So she does. Be careful next time, yes? she writes, then draws an arrow on her shoulder.

Her skin tingles as she receives an answer. No worries gal, just a bounty that wouldn't go down.

She drums her fingers on her skin, a small smile on her lips. It was like old times, and apparently Harper was sentimental. She had been feeling the urge to reach out to her soulmate more lately - again, something she blames on Harper. But she isn't ready - Harper's and Aubrey's differences aside, she hasn't changed her opinion on being Marked.

She finishes getting dressed and goes to check stock.

"Fool's Gold 2"

You watch her settle against the ship's railing, familiar even on this ship that wasn't yours. You take your place next to her, hyper aware of your petulant body language. You take a swig from your flask, offering it to her after cleaning the spout with a gold glow.

She raises a brow at the metal container, eyeing it wearily, and you manage a grin. "It's just water."

Looking more at ease, she shakes her head anyway, and you let it hang limply in your hand as you fold them on the banister.

"Something is bothering you."

You glance at her; Aubrey has mimicked your casual position but her eyes are as intense as they always are as she simply watches you. "It's been months since we started this, Aubrey. Shouldn't I have more than the basics by now? It shouldn't be this hard, should it?"

You were certainly better than where you were when you started. But compared to her, who had picked up firearm training so well that you had very nearly finished her gun by now, you feel indignant at your slow progress.

Aubrey hums. "You don't need to be so hard on yourself. As you've said many times, your heart is not fully in it yet, right? Your magic is improving and there are plenty of regular distractions."

She was right about that - it was hard to truly focus on leisure time when the two of you were still expected to handle your regular duties, now, you suspect, under the watchful eyes of the Tains. Nevermind the fact that, with your ship still seized, you and your team were attending to various matters, both personal and necessary. You yourself had taken up bounty hunting again to keep your coin stock healthy enough, and there were days you didn't see Harper at all.

"Besides," she continues, gesturing for you to hand her your flask, and you do. "Muscle memory is one of the first things you need to train. You are not there yet, but I'm confident that you will.

She tucks your flask away. "You are too stubborn for the case to be anything else."

You grin at her backhanded compliment and the way she just stole what she probably assumed was indeed alcohol from you, something Harper would do for Demetrius.

"I can always count on you to humble me, darlin'."

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd fics #previews #fg2 #roommate au #soulmate au #montbrey #roommate au is pretty close to posting i just need to tweak some stuff #soulmate au i might rewrite the ending so that's probably not going public for quite a few months #fg2 idk 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♀️

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4acoffee · 2 years

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100 Followers Milestone!!

We're not gonna talk about how we just passed 150 today tho-

Send me an ask with the number of one of the prompts listed here, + the character you want + your favorite fruit or treat and I'll write a drabble or ficlet for you! The goal is to write at least 15 - 20 mini fics, and it will probably go on until mid or late August.

I'll take just about any character from BNHA and Haikyuu, If your not sure, check my Masterlist or just ask!

Requests Open!

1. “So that’s it? It’s over?”

2. “In my defense, he was already dead when I got here.”

3. “Can I just whoop your ass now?”

4. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

5. “How was I supposed to know it was haunted?”

6. “I’m still way too sober for this.”

7. “The more I love you, the more I hate you.”

8. “I can’t believe I’d ever fall in love with someone like you.”

9. “It’s things like these that keep me up at night.”

10. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

11. “We are all queens of our own kingdoms.”

12. “You’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me, and yet I don’t regret a moment of it.”

13. “But if they think we’re a couple, we’ll get the couples discount!”

14. “Can you please stop leaving dead bodies on my doorstep? You’re worse than a cat.”

15. “I know I signed up for this and all, but… if I die, it’s still your fault and I will not hold back on blaming you.”

16. “I can be sweet. Sometimes. To certain people. It happens!” Bakugou

17. “Normally, I’d have pushed you out the door by now, but you’re making a compelling argument with the bribery.”

18. “I have fifty other excuses I could use. Do you want me to start alphabetically?”

19. “Wow, fantastic. Now we can add stranded on top of our other numerous problems.”

20. “Are you always this prone to bad luck and violence? If so, that’s kind of sad.”

21. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me why I saw you float through a wall.”

22. “I am not grossly romantic. I am the right amount of romantic I’m required to be.” Bakugou

23. “What I lack in height, I make up for with my attitude.”

24. “Rules? Nope, not listening. I’m not following them. Never have, never will.”

25. “Not much of this makes sense. The markings are faded and I think some are missing.”

26. “This whole ‘magic’ thing is going too far. There’s no way I’m able to do any of the things you’ve talked about and I think I would have noticed by now if I could.”

27. “No pressure, honest. It’s not like the world is depending on you or anything.”

30. “Wow. Here I thought we had a moment. I spilled my story to you and all you have to say is ‘okay’? What does that even mean?!”

31. “I don’t think this is the biggest mistake you’ve made. It’s probably like…the third worst.”

32. “Our new neighbors are simultaneously the scariest and nicest people I’ve met.”

33. “You’re so convinced that I’ll hurt them that you haven’t considered it’s the last thing I’d ever want to do.” (From Witter Prompts)

34. “What I don’t want is any more experiments done in parts of my house. I found an ominous purple stain in my carpet yesterday and I know it was your fault.”

35. “Aw, look at you, using fancy words at me. You’ve certainly grown up, haven’t you?”

36. “Would you believe me if I said what you saw was a trick of the light?”

37. “Shouting at each other across the room doesn’t count as having a proper conversation about your feelings. Wouldn’t you rather all of this be private, anyway?”

38. “Didn’t we agree that you should keep your magic out of my house? Everything I own suffers when you try a new spell.”

39. “I’m not letting karma deal with this. I can’t trust it’ll be enough of a punishment, nor can I say it’d be fast enough.”

40. “If the duct tape doesn’t work, then I have no idea what else to do. You’re on your own after that.”

41. “Don’t forget we’re enemies. I’m not letting anyone kill you but me, understand? Now sit still and let me bandage your side.”

42. “Aren’t hunters supposed to kill monsters like us? Why are you helping me?”

43. “Bruh, I don’t know where you got the idea that I’m a good person, but if you want to keep it. Leave now.”

44. “You’ve dragged me into this hellhole, but you can’t make me leave!”

45. “That’s the thing about X. Xe will claw xir way out of hell out of spite, but xe’ll throw xirself back in to save someone xe cares about.”

46. “We’ll become legends. One way or another.”

47. “Am I a hero or the devil’s son? Can’t figure out what side I’m on.” Todoroki

48. “So from the bottom of my cold, dead heart, screw you.”

49. “I’ve been the family disappointment for years! You can’t just suddenly show up at dinner and steal my rightful title!”

50. “I’m not saying this is all my fault, but I would be open to take a tiny bit of responsibility for this.”

51!. “Last night I tried to imagine myself without you. The thing is, I could and I felt so much better.”

Credit for these prompts go to thecharectercomma.com!

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acefaun · 1 year

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I hope you are feeling better. ♥️💓♥️

Songs-

Aararoo

Thaimai

Pakhider Smriti

Ami Eka Chini

Waltz At Midnight

Alaikadal

Raatein

Good morning lovelies! (At some odd 4 in the afternoon😙)

I'm doing better! I just had a nasty accumulation of negative energy yesterday and I didn't want to sound annoyed or anything on Tumblr 😣 So I spent a good part of the night aggressively shoving my office chair around my apartment. It has wheels so it would just fly across the room. It wasn't a bad form of exercise... I think. 🤔

And then I woke up this morning and listened to all the nice music that I was too anxious to touch last night. My favorite was Waltz at Midnight but I'm biased because I've been listening to instrumentals and Lofi music like a religion lately. It helps with my anxiety without forcing me to hyperfocus on lyrics.

And theeeeen my work place was closed today so I'm able to just relax and draw and write. And do things to just calm my anxiety until I see my doctor tomorrow. ~~Which, I don't actually know if it's my anxiety acting up or if I have heart issues that run in my family. At this rate, I have a Phineas and Ferb moment every time I go to a hospital because they're like "Aren't you a little young for 'such-and-such'?" And I have to go "Yes. Yes, I am." It all started when I was 18, I'm almost 23, it's not going to disappear when I wake up one morning.

I also almost forgot to spell/grammar check my Lou fic before posting it and that would've been a natural disaster. 😅 I'll be back in a hot minute with that beautiful, caring god. 💕Love y'all! 🥰

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robinofgothamcity · 2 years

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"i'll make you eat your words."

characters: tim klitz / the girl next door

pronouns used: she/her

note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / what's looking like in terms of my schedule is this fic, an aew fic of some sort (who idk), and probably a dick grayson fic!!

"you guys are genuinely so disgusting," you told Eli as he continued talking about his porn directing dream in detail. the way he was speaking about women and how hot they looked made you look at him in confusion, "Eli, I'm begging to switch the conversation."

he rolled his eyes but continued to talk about it with Matt. Klitz was standing next to him not very engaged in the conversation. you were sitting on the concrete bench, swinging your legs back and forth, trying not to let your legs get burned by the hot concrete. there had been a few weeks between graduation and prom and were still dateless to the damn event. you were hoping one of the three had asked you even as a friend but that wasn't looking like it was going to happen.

you had gotten into a college in New Haven, not Yale, but a surrounding university and you decided that it was your best option out of all of them. you knew that since Klitz was going to Yale, you'd at least have one friend in the area. he had hoped that they would've accepted you but your SAT scores weren't exactly high so you settled to a campus about twenty minutes away from Yale and stuck with it.

"you have no respect for your female friends, do you? if you;re are going to be talking like that at least have the common decency to do it when I'm not around," you asked Eli once again. Klitz stifled a laugh, muttering about how Eli didn't have female friends to begin with, "you're barely a girl yourself! when's the last time you've dressed up or even went on a date? you're just as much of a loser as we are," Eli spat back. Matt and Klitz stared at him silently implying that he had went too far with the comment.

you stared at Eli, your eye twitching in anger. you stood up, not wanting them to see you get teary eyed and went in the direction of your house. Klitz sighed in annoyance before smacking Eli in the back of the head. he always had this protective aura around you, especially when it came towards Eli. he knew he had a mouth and said what he wanted without taking other peoples feelings into account.

"you went too far," Klitz said making Eli scoff, "she was the one complaining! if she had such a problem about the way I was talking, she could've left," he replied. Klitz hit Eli again in the head, "she's our friend and you could at least watch the way you talk when she's around," he continued.

"no, she's your friend Klitz. the only reason we tolerate her is because you wanna fuck her," Matt stared at Eli in disagreement, "she's my friend. you might be the only one who doesn't like her," he finally said. Eli knew this conversation would get no where so he stayed quiet as Klitz texted you, asking you if you were okay and to not listen to what Eli had said.

you had ignored your phone, leaving it on the living room table before going up to your room. by the time you had made it home, it was relatively late. there had been about an hour before you had to start getting ready for bed but you knew you were going to make Eli eat his words. you weren't really the kind of girl to get overly dressed up for school. you usually went for jeans and a sweater and swapped the sweater for a shirt if it got too hot.

you went into your closet, pulling out a skirt and a cute top that you had shoved in the back of it months ago. it was a stupid outfit your mom had bought you to try and dress up a bit more but you had just tossed it in the back and never looked back on it. the skirt was a bit more on the showy side as it looked like a catholic school skirt that someone had cut.

"Klitz is going to freak out when he sees you like that," your sister said from the doorframe of your room. you looked up nervously, "think so?" you asked. she laughed showing you the amount of missed texts and calls from him, "oh, he's going to be drooling at the mouth and if he doesn't, that Eli kid might."

you put your outfit on the chair as you explained what had happened earlier in the day that had caused you to pull this ridiculous outfit on. she had shook her head at Eli's dumb comments but internally, she had thanked him. she knew the mutual feeling of romance you and Klitz had for each other and maybe this would be the push Klitz needed to ask you out.

after you finished getting everything ready, you got ready for bed as you couldn't wait for tomorrow morning. as uncomfortable as you were going to be all day, you knew you'd prove that idiot wrong.

the morning came and you were up a minute before your alarm went off. you quickly did your hair and applied some makeup, wondering if you were even doing it right before getting dressed. by the time you finished and went downstairs, your mom was already gone and your sister was leaving for work.

you pulled on your backpack and made the journey to school, the feeling of nervousness and panic finally hitting you. this was the first time...ever that Klitz would see you this way and you weren't exactly sure if he would even like it. you slammed yourself for not bringing an extra set of clothes. you noticed Klitz, Eli, and Matt sitting at one of the outside tables talking amongst each other. you could feel the looks from other kids as a few guys had whistled to get your attention. finally, Matt was the one who looked up first and instantly did a double take to see if that was really you.

"holy shit," he said as his eyes widened. Eli and Klitz looked up to see what happened and before any of them could say a word, Klitz started to choke on his water. Eli hadn't said anything but he couldn't keep his eyes off your legs.

"morning Klitz, hey Matt," you greeted them. Klitz couldn't muster up a word to say but Matt instantly smiled, "hey, you look nice. any occasion?" he asked. you shook your head no, "just felt like it. figured I'd get more in tune with my feminine side, right Eli?" you asked. he nodded slowly, gulping back a knot in his throat.

you noticed that there hadn't been anywhere to sit and as a joke, you always sat on top of Klitz when it happened. you moved to where Klitz was at and immediately made him red in the face as you moved onto the top of his left leg. Eli and Matt could see the way he was trying to keep in composure but was failing horribly at it.

"did you do the extra AP Chem work? I tried too but the equations were so hard," you said to Klitz. he shook his head no knowing full well that he had done it but there was no way he could say anything at the moment, "kinda cold isn't it? I'm really an idiot for not bringing a sweater," you continued to talk to the rest of the boys, not picking up on Klitz's behavior, "I'm going to look in my locker. I'll see you in class Klitz," you mentioned before getting up.

as soon as you were out of earshot, Eli looked to Klitz instantly, "she's fucking hot. I take back everything I said because holy shit, you think she'd let me hit it? or let me use her in one of my movies?" he asked. Klitz jumped over the table making Matt hold him back, "dude, he's joking, relax!" Matt yelled. "you might wanna make sure no one else beats you to that boyfriend spot first because look at all the looks she's getting," Eli said as he pointed to the guys who were approaching you. Klitz could tell you were getting very uncomfortable at the attention and stood up from the table, "where are you going?" Matt asked.

Klitz went to your locker, taking off his Yale sweater and handing it over to you, "here, take mine," he whispered. you smiled thankfully and slipped on the navy blue crewneck. the sweater was barely covering your legs but it was keeping your upper-half of your body warm, "I'm sorry, where you saying something?" you asked the guy in front of you.

Klitz was not a menacing kind of guy, not by far but the way he was standing behind you, this angry aura about him was making him more intimidating than usual. he shook his head, muttering to forget about it before leaving. you looked up to Klitz and felt a shift in attitude from it.

"something wrong?" you asked as he offered to carry you bag. you gave it to him as he shook his head no, "well, I was wondering if you wanted to ditch lunch and get something outside? I'm not really in mood to deal with school food today," you asked. Klitz nodded and told you that you could ditch a few minutes early from AP Lit to head out.

throughout the first half of the day, the attention continued on you. girls complimenting your outfit even though it was covered by Klitz's sweater and guys giving you gross comments. Klitz felt like he couldn't take it anymore. a part of him getting more and more angry at the attention you were getting and although he felt wrong for feeling this way, he hated the idea that you might take up one of the guys on their one night offers.

by the time AP Lit rolled around, Klitz had kicked you to signal to leave. you slipped out the back door, making sure the teacher was busy with helping another kid as Klitz did the same. the two of you ran to the back entrance and made it safely to Klitz's car. the nearest fast food place was about ten minutes from the school and the line was relatively short.

you had offered for Klitz to park in an empty park parking lot to eat. you knew Eli was going to get upset at the fact that you went to get food without him but sometimes you enjoyed your time with just Klitz. "ugh, this skirt is getting really annoying but if I go back home and change, my mom is going to kill me," you said with a mouthful of food. he hummed in response, "something wrong? you seem out of sorts today," you finally asked Klitz.

Klitz sipped on his soda, not knowing whether to confess what he was thinking but he knew there was no use. Klitz put his soda down and half-hovered over you for a pressuring kiss. you were taken by surprise but let him continue as you ran your fingers through his long hair. this was not the reaction you were expecting but you weren't mad at it. his lips were a bit chapped but nothing a little chapstick couldn't fix.

Klitz eventually made himself comfortable as you had moved yourself to hover over him now. Klitz had put his hands on his hands on your lower thighs as he tried to keep them from moving any higher. finally, you pulled yourself away.

"what a reaction that was," you joked. Klitz chuckled, a bit embarrassed at the way he technically confessed his feelings for you, "I know but hearing the way everyone was talking about you today kinda made me mad. especially hearing what Eli was saying earlier," you looked at him confused as he retold what Eli said.

"fucking pig," you muttered, "well, there's only one way to keep everyone knowing who I'm dating," you said as you placed Klitz's head on your neck. he instantly on the hint and started kissing it. he sucked on a part of your collarbone and made sure to leave a small bruise on it. you let out a little whimper making him stir in his seat.

"not here," you whispered, "my parents are going to be out for the weekend, you should come over," Klitz informed. you nodded as you finally got back into the passenger seat and Klitz made his way back to school. the ring was going to go off in a few minutes and caught Eli and Matt eating lunch at the same table from earlier in the morning.

Eli could see the way Klitz's hair was messed up from the back and his glasses were a bit smudged as your neck was showing the hickey Klitz had left earlier. Matt stared at the two of you, proudly giving Klitz a smile. you grabbed his hand as he tightened it. he could see the looks from other guys in school, some wondering why you were even giving someone like Klitz the time of day while others sighed in defeat.

"had a good lunch?" Matt asked jokingly. you put your head in between your hands as you tried to cover your face with Klitz's sweater, "don't even wanna ask," Eli said waving off Matt's comment. you gave him a knowing look, making sure to silently imply to keep it that way.

"come on, we have health next period," Klitz said as all of you heard the warning bell. you nodded as you stood up and Klitz put his arm over your shoulders. you gave him one quick kiss making Eli and Matt gag at the PDA as Klitz became flustered, "shut up, we'll see you after school," you said before walking away with Klitz.

you knew with your new relationship with Klitz, you'd be giving Eli more of a reason to get annoyed with you and you couldn't wait.

#klitz imagine #klitz x reader #klitz #paul dano #the girl next door x reader #the girl next door imagine #the girl next door

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saberstars · 3 years

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I'm Here

Pairing: Gender Neutral Y/N & Loki

Fluff, angst, implied smut

Warnings: Mentions of depression/mental illness, epilepsy/seizures, mentions of sex, as always if I missed anything feel free to let me know

Summary: Loki & You have a pre-existing friendship with benefits & one night you have a seizure after some spiciness. He cares for you helping you afterwards & makes sure you rest easy & safe. Reader is portrayed to have seizures more so during changes in sleep phases, not awake. The wake seizures or more of a medium ish absence/ focal aware seizure that only occur on occasion & can be “fought” through.

Word Count: 1796

Notes: This was intended to be a gender neutral reader. I think I removed all he/she pronouns.

Additionally, I know that not everyone experiences seizures the same way, and that epilepsy can affect people differently. This is all written from my experiences with it, so I ask that you do not tell me I portrayed something wrong. I can and will accept constructive criticism, But I will not accept someone telling me blatantly that I am wrong with my experiences. Therefore please keep that in mind when reading. I genuinely hope this fic brings others comfort if you suffer from epilepsy or any disorder that causes seizures. Thank You <3

It’s been three years since you found out you suffered from epilepsy. A diagnosis that came late in your life to be fair. As a young child up until you reached adulthood, you suffered from eye shakes that would eventually turn into stuttering spells that made it difficult to breath or not breath properly at all. You never passed out though, you got close a few times, but you managed to stay awake and “fight it off.” You started to notice over time that you’d also get a strange taste in your mouth, almost like metal or as if you were sucking on a battery and it had that zing flavor. You knew that was a precursor and would panic on cue rightfully so. You hated when you had your mini stutter fests because all you could do was hope it didn’t happen.

Of course you complained to your parents as a child but they didn’t think it was anything. They said it was just a panic attack. So you took their word for it. That was until you started having grand mals in your sleep. At first you thought they were just a part of some strange dream, that wasn't real to you, not yet anyway. You would wake up exhausted, sore, sometimes unable to move properly, walk, open and close a fist, and you just overall couldn't stay conscious sometimes. Again you complained to your parents about it, but they said it was nothing. You probably had night terrors or some form of minor sleep paralysis. So you dumbly believed them.

When you moved out, You sought answers, and eventually got them. You were grateful. The medication they prescribed helped tremendously though, it did make you tired but it was worth not having your episodes. Thankfully your case wasn’t as severe as others and it was manageable so long as you took care of yourself and took your medications. Though you were warned, breakthroughs were common, and missing your dose can and would cause a seizure.

Despite having such a diagnosis, you kept it to yourself. You never really told anyone. It wasn’t until you started sleeping with a friend, that you finally divulged your secret too in the event that it ever happened whilst they were with you.

It was someone you randomly slept with on and off with. A friend with benefits, his name was Loki. You had met the god shortly after his father had passed and his home, destroyed. You found comfort with each other despite it being more of a sexual comfort. You both used sex as a way to fight your own demons, a distraction, a quick grab at serotonin. Despite the sex you both developed a very deep friendship. You’d read together on occasion, have very interesting debates on current events, history, as well as other nuances, and a lot of other things. You even met his brother and the avengers at one point.

You both slept soundly after spicy events had taken place 2 hours prior, Loki had come over desperate for attention of any kind. He didn’t say why, but you knew it was a rather serious topic he wished not to discuss and rather lessen the pain with ecstasy. Little did you know, on this day a few years ago he indirectly murdered his mother. He blamed himself dearly, he knew if he would have kept his mouth shut for once in his life she may be here today. So he needed a genuine distraction. One of any kind. Preferable you. Due to the spicy events that took place you missed your dose, due to falling asleep promptly after, which cost you dearly. Missing doses always caused this to happen no matter what.

You gasped for air like usual, your body contorting outwards first with a thrust. You were awake, conscious, and terrified for the few seconds you normally were given before blacking out. You began to stutter violently all the air leaving your lungs as it happened. Until no sounds were made and it was just you chattering. Loki woke immediately, with a completely calm exterior despite a raging mixture of emotions internally. He knew you never called an ambulance for these things because you were normally alone & unaware until you became conscious again. She made him promise to never call 911 unless it was over a certain time length, to save her medical expenses, or unless she stopped breathing for good.

Loki dare not touch you though as you shook and curled up. The last thing he wanted was his godly strength to crush you somehow or cause you more pain. Instead he watched and hovered until you finally stopped. It was a short 50 second one, which was under your time limit, but he still debated calling. It’s not like You would’ve known he lied.

His breathing hitched as he went to check your pulse and airway, ever so delicately, which were both clear and strong.

“Oh thank you.” he whispered

A few hours had slid by with still no response from you. Loki sat next to you, staring down at you, to the point where he would fight the urge to blink, waiting for a stir of some kind from you. He did give the courtesy of redressing you though, in a nightgown from a drawer after an hour slid past. He even went as far as ensuring that you were adequately covered by the blankets to avoid being chilled. It has been 3 ½ hours now, with no stir of any kind from you. He knew it would be awhile before you showed any signs of movement possibly but this worry tore him to his core. In the midst of waiting he refused to just idly go back to sleep next to you, he was determined to stay awake until you were conscious again, so that you knew, he stayed there waiting for you. Loki didn’t know when he found himself talking to you as if you were awake, but all he knew was that it made him feel a bit better, and he hoped that when you woke it would make you feel better too.

“You know, I’ve been reading this really dumb gothic romance novel. I think you’d like it because of how naive the girl is. I know you like to criticize and pick on how they make decisions.” he spoke with a chuckle in his voice thinking back to how you’d flail your arms and drop your book to scream about how dumb some main protagnist could be.

“I'll have to buy you a copy or give you mine when I’m done.” Loki shifted his weight from his right to his left brushing your bangs out of your eyes.

“I don’t know why you keep those so long, all they do is get in the way of your gorgeous eyes.”

It was in that moment you rustled, you shifted your neck ever so slightly, Your eyelids twitch. Loki leaned forward parting his lips as he watched with a heart of hope completely overwhelmed with joy when he saw the color of your iris’s. He exhaled a shaky breath cupping your cheeks which caused you to flinch sending a wave of shocks through your body. It was at that moment you knew. You knew what he saw, what he had gone through. Your heart sank and you immediately berated yourself internally despite your exhausted state.

“It’s ok you don’t have to say or do anything. I’ll stay, I’ll take care of you for as long as you need.” Loki assured you, wanting you to know that you didn’t have to go through this alone. You never really had anyone stay, let alone worry about you. Your eyes began to water as tears rolled down your face.

“I’ll go grab you some water, you’re probably parched. I’ll also grab you a banana. I read that potassium can help with the cramping.” Loki said leaving to yourself for a moment. He also grabbed tissues for your eyes and nose just in case. Upon returning her placed everything at your side offering help to sit up. “Do you need to use the bathroom or help sitting up?” He asked with a gentle tone.

You nodded trying to take a good deep breath so you could speak a bit. “I’m so sorry you had to see that… but thank you. Thank you for staying, for helping. I do need the bathroom and I would appreciate help. My legs are still...” you mustered out with all your might but after a point your tongue refused to work with you.

“Of course, I may be a monster but I’m not entirely cruel. If it helps… you can just think to yourself and I can listen that way. So that you're not struggling too much.” Loki admitted with a tone of self depreciation.

“You're not a monster just because you're different & have made mistakes.” you thought as Loki picked you up bridal style walking you to the bathroom. Of course he placed you down on the toilet and waited outside for you to do what you needed. Since he had only added a nightgown to your previously naked body it made things easier. It was exhausting to just sit up and do everything but you pushed through. You even pushed yourself up and limped to the sink best you could to wash your hands. Upon hearing the faucet though Loki came back in standing behind you offering support if needed.

“Catch me~” you thought before falling back into his arms with a snort.

“You're lucky I have godlike reflexes you minx.” He replied with a hint of flirtation. You had used more than you had in you to wash your hand. Loki caught you obviously and carried you back to the room placing you back on the bed. “No, more like I knew you were ready to catch me.” you slowly thought as exhaustion tugged at your consciousness again. Loki noticed the pill bottle on your dresser before prompting you to take it. Instinctively opening it and sliding one into his hand.

“You should probably take this before you fall asleep.” You took it mentally saying thanks drinking the glass of water with it.

“Yeah that would probably help avoid some added breakdancing.” You joked trying to use humor to lighten the situation. Loki stared plain faced trying not to entertain your joke though, despite finding it secretly witty. Maybe he’d laugh at it when you felt a bit better. Soon after you began to dance between awake and sleep. Loki took note based on how your thoughts jumbled around between multiple things, laughing to himself a bit before minor intrusive fears began picking at you. Loki immediately jumped into action in an attempt to squash them soothing you a bit.

“You can sleep soundly, please get some rest. You don’t have to force yourself to stay awake out of fear or guilt.” Loki spoke in the most caring and sweet tone he could muster up. Trying to convince you that it was going to be ok & it worked. Somehow you knew he was right & that you could trust him completely. You drifted back to sleep peacefully thinking about how for the first time in your life, you didn’t fear sleeping in your bed. You didn’t have intrusive thoughts about whether or not you’d wake up in the morning or not. Which honestly brought tears bubbling their way up and out of Loki's eyes. The amount of trust you had in him in your thoughts, at that moment completely took his breath away. And that was something he wasn’t going to break or ever lose.

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skzluvs · 4 years

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Phobia; Han jisung

Genre: angst, fluff (if you squint)

Warnings: mention of nightmares

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: Hi! I’m back from my hiatus with another angst fic inspired by the drama it’s okay to not be okay combined with a little bit of phobia I hope you guys like it!

The girl who fed on nightmares

there was a girl who woke up every night by the nightmares, demons that haunted her dreams. She was twisted inside, held back by the painful memories of her past.

panting breath, irregular heartbeat, a cold sweat dripping from her forehand. she opened her eyes to meet with the darkness of her room. Terror washed over her. frightened.

"it's just another nightmare" she said trying to calm down the thoughts that were messing up her already deranged head.

a familiar setup, you might think she grew accustomed to the feeling after the third night but that's was not true the lingering feeling of numbness grew by the time she realized there was no escape from the chains that still cuffed her up.

the morning came earlier, with very few hours of sleep, she got up and got ready for work. the days turned into a monotone.

she arrived to bookstore, pure silence made her mind feel content. A moment of peace in the torrential rain.

"excuse me" a soft voice called her, almost as quiet as a whisper that's being shared between lovers.

she looked up to meet with a boy, with black hair and a mischievous smile, he looked cheerful with an undeniable strong aura that surrounded his slender figure, definitely not the type you would see in a library at 8am in the morning.

"yes" she replied politely to the boy who carried a handful on books on his arms.

"i want to check all of these out please" he placed the books on the counter.

As she took a look at the pile, she got intrigued by the peculiar selection.

children books.

but not the kind that you read to a child unless you want them to have nightmares, and she knew damn well about that.

"you like this gruesome stuff ?" she was never the kind to question other people's interests but for some strange motive she wanted to know.

" it's a children's book how can you call this masterpiece gruesome" the boy seemed rather offended by her words.

" the pictures make me want to cry my eyes out and I'm an adult, there's no way this book was targeted for such audience" she said

" it seems like you know nothing about this books not the author , therefore I won't be engaging in a discussion, you can continue to be ignorant later just let me borrow them so I can go" he said annoyed, taping with his finger on top of the dusty cover.

The girl refused to give out response and rather continued to do her job. she sure didn't get paid enough for that.

"here" she said handing him the books along with the returning slip. "you have 2 weeks to return them unless you want more time come before the deadline to extend the borrowing period"

"thank you" he left not sparing to look at her for the last time before exiting through the door.

the browned eyed boy who just happened to be named han jisung, she found out his name through his library card. Was all she could think about, not because she was interested, but because of the of his actions. Usually she evaded social situations, she found people not worth of her time, but there was something about that boy that made her wanted to crush him like a fragile butterfly with broken wings.

another meaningless night, it was tiring to get emptied out like that. Every time she closed her fears shaped into a reality. she was stuck with the phobia.

days passed by, a body that walks through the streets without a soul. There was nothing she wanted nothing she desired more but to fall asleep. So she lived her life longing for that moment.

going through the bookshelves placing them correctly by alphabetical order. A pair of eyes stuck to the back of her head.

a boy who watched her carefully from the other side of the room, and he probably thought he was being precautious, but she knew she was being observed.

Jisung. Who came everyday just to sit as far back from the main entrance as possible, hiding in a corner reading the books he so much loved. After the first encounter with the girl he could no longer sleep the same way. His thoughts circled around her small frame and the sound of her broken voice.

there was this thing about her, he called it despondency and he was drowned right into it. like the tales had taken over a human form.

by the end of the two weeks he stood there fidgeting, over the course of the last couple of days his little instigating got him nowhere. She repeated a daily routine, there was nothing to analyze in her vague movements and worn out expressions. However he knew she hides more than the human eye can perceive behind that weary facade.

The moment she clocked out he followed her outside.

"why are you following me" the girl stopped her tracks and made a spin over her ankles, just to meet with him.

"I needed to ask you something" He said rather shy. all the courage he build up over the weeks disappearing at the strong gaze that confronted him.

"I'm not obligated to respond, do me a favor and get lost" She turned around and continued to walk.

It was an expected reply exactly what made jisung decide it was better to come up with a different plan.

every day he would put a book of his collection on top of her desk hoping she would get interested enough to read it.

but instead she would just eye the cover and place it back to its shelf.

Not until one day she meet to something different, the book had a folded edge, opening the page carefully, her fingers ghosting over the words printed on the glossy paper.

"bad memories from the past that he wanted to erase from his head"

"were replayed in his dreams every night"

"and haunted him nonstop"

"the boy was terrified of falling asleep"

a creeping feeling went down her spine, and her trembling hands made the book fall. Her own monsters greeted her with a grin. Collapsing with the wooden floor.

jisung got petrified by the loud sound. He hurried his way to find the girl unconscious on the ground. it was all his fault.

a disturbing sound came from her mouth. She woke up in an oddly unfamiliar house. Her body covered by a thin blanket, the walls were closing like the screams that got caught up in her throat.

jisung who was downstairs making dinner ran through the stairs and opened the door alarmed at the high pitched noises.

"Are you okay?" He exclaimed trying to recover his breath.

"what am I doing here? where am i ?" she asked not trying to panic even more. She felt so dizzy the room kept on spinning.

"you're at my house, you passed out at the library" He said scratching the nape of his neck with guiltiness.

"I remember now, this was your deed, you and your stupid nauseating books" by the looks of it she had been gone for a while. Not to mention the longer she was in a slumber the longer the suffering.

"not my fault you got scared by a book for 5 year olds" He said shrugging, with an unprovoked expression.

"And you dared to call me an ignorant" she deadpanned.

"Do you fear anything?" He asked out of the blue.

what is the real meaning behind fear?. Fear is tangible. Is the anxiety, the desperation to run away and hide forever where they can't find you, it means to want to stab your eyes with a safety pin to blind the pain. Is the captivity of oneself.

"You're scared of yourself aren't you?" it no longer sounded like a question but more like an affirmation.

he had figured you out in no time. You couldn't let them see the vulnerable side, not to anyone and most definitely not this stranger.

"You said it yourself you know nothing so leave alone before it's too late" She threatened.

"Anyways I'm sorry for being so persistent, never intended to make you feel uncomfortable, I'll be downstairs if you need me, dinner is ready if you want to come and have something to eat before you leave" He knew it was better not to push it if he wanted answers.

But why was he so desperate to understand the world inside her head ?

Jisung felt the loneliness of her being. He came up to the conclusion that he wanted to be the person who brought the girl back to life.

After some time he grew a step closer to her, not to the point she would stop pushing him away but at least his efforts had made a very insignificant change.

She would let him read the books to her once in a while, she fed into the words, relating to every single one of them. But things were still the same at night, she would break down to the horrifying sight.

"Jisung why are you still here ?" she asked him unable to understand why the boy remained by her side even when she treated him like a piece of trash.

"Because im trapped under your spell" he confessed.

"You’re e going to end up in so much pain" she said looking into his eyes.

"You can't go to heaven before crossing the flames of hell" He responded with certainty. “ and If I have to burn I rather do it while still holding you”

"Would you still like me if you knew the kind of monster I am, not the one you read in books but the kind that hides behind a mask and transforms at night"

" I would still like you if you were the devil himself"

" The devil wont tear your soul apart like I would trust me" She knew she would drive him into despair. But she had warned him multiple times, from here she no longer take accountability, he would meet fear. She would make sure of that.

I'm stuck with the phobia although I want to stay with you I'm scared that you might disappear in between the shadows. How can I hold you when I was made to destroy you.

there was a girl whose world was a pitch black hole and her insides were dark and twisted, and a boy who fell in love with her repulsiveness swore to never leave her, but her darkness overshadowed the fugacious happiness of a spur moment and the voices in her head claimed that she was all alone. but the boy sang to her a lullaby that lulled her into a deep sleep and for the first time in forever there were no painful memories in her dreams.

She was the girl who fed on nightmares. The one he once read about and the one he was now holding on his arms.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids fics #stray kids au #hwang hyunjin #bang chan #kim seungmin #han jisung #seo changbin #lee felix #yang jeongin #lee minho #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #stray kids #stray kids scenarios

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I'm gonna talk about one of my favourite fics bc why not,, it's called I'll tell you my sins (and you can sharpen your knife) by snailguy on ao3 if you want to read it, but do so before reading this ask bc it's all just spoilers.

IT BROKE MY HEART??????? I READ IT A FEW MONTHS AGO AND I'M. NOT. OVER. IT.

... tbh I don't think I ever will

merlin saved arthur using magic and arthur saw him, it was really obvious

and he, of course, felt betrayed and had some mixed feelings but-

HE WAS *REALLY* HURT, I MEAN R E A L L Y

so what does he do?

... okay like merlin is having a breakdown and is trying to explain himself and arthur just - he just tells him to kneel. and to be quiet. and you know I'm reading that and I see where its going and I feel like I have something stich in my throat and I'm losing it already

and merlin naturally does as he's told and is sobbing quietly and is trying not to cry but is upset bc he also realised what's gonna happen

and arthur he- he is fighting with himself. he's hurt, he's sad, he's about to do the hardest thing in his whole life. and then- then the writer gives me hope!!!!!!

ARTHUR ASKS MERLIN IF HE CAN ASK HIM KNE QUESTION. and our lil bean says 'anything' and now I'm crying.

and arthur asks him is was ever going to tell him. merlin says he wanted to. none of them misses the unsaid no.

and,, and so many things happen, so. many details are included, it's so beautifully written-- that drop of blood on a blue neckerchief - that shift in Arthur's expression - how merlin still thought about shaving his king---- just--

and then it finally happens

arthur- he slips merlin's throat with excalibur and merlin is choking on his own blood and-------

and all merlin can think about is how everyone will hate him, bc of his magic, how everyone's lives will be easier without him and i-- I just--

and then he remembers all the little things he'll miss. he thinks about butterflies, the sun, waking up in his bed, riding a horse, and now he's crying bc he will never again experience any of this. and he curses kilgharrah and destiny and everything and--

and he- he---- he's gone---

and the nature mourns him.

I WAS HEARTBROKEN AFTER IT. I WAS BROKEN DAMMIT- AND I ABORE IT. I LOVE THAT FIC SO MUCH, IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL, IT'S SO STRONG AND FILLED WITH EMOTION-

.. I needed to rant about it somewhere and you reblogged that post- I had to.

so, I'm sorry for this late response, I was a bit busy finishing some stuff, but I read the fic you were talking aboUT AND AHHHH IT WAS SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN WHATT!

here's the link for the fic I highly recommend but do check those tags because it's very angsty and MCD!

BUT YES FOR REAL HBWAHJDWD THIS FIC HURT ME IN SOOOO MANY WAYSSS I FEEL YOUUUU

LITERALLY THE LEVEL OF DETAIL OF THIS FIC I CANNOTTT IT WAS INCREDIBLEE!! THE WAY THAT YOU COULD TELL ARTHUR WAS WRESTLING WITH THIS DECISION, THE WAY THAT MERLIN FELT SO SAD FOR HAVING DONE THIS TO MERLIN -- LITERALLY I WAS ALSO BEING KILLED LIKE WAJBDHAHJWHJDWJD BRUHHHH THIS FIC HURTTSSS

but omgg WHEN MERLIN WAS SLOWLY DYING AND HE WAS THINKING OF ALL THE LITTLE MEMORIES OF THE REST OF THEM -- STOPPPP STOPP WBADHWJ MY HEART CANNOT TAKE THIS PAINNN THATS NOT FAIR

okay, here's a part of the fic that I loved:

Tears slipped from his eyes, still, as he realised he'd never again wake to Gaius' tinkering in the other room or the birds singing outside his window or hold his mother and breathe her in, that sweet smell of flowers and herbs and the wind, and it'd been far too long since he last saw her and he missed her so much and would she miss him? He'd never laugh as Gwaine flicked his hair in a mockery of some noblewoman that had visited, never feel safe in the hold of Lancelot's warm gaze as he showed him some new spell he'd learned, never finish learning how to braid hair with Gwen or hear her laugh as he tripped over nothing or help her with her chores on the days her father's death weighed on her. He'd never feel Percival or Leon's comforting hands on his shoulder or learn more effective ways to sharpen Arthur's swords from Elyan because he understood how tiresome being a servant could be from Gwen and would help in any way he could. He'd never feel the wind in his hair or see a butterfly or hold a rabbit or look for silly shapes in the clouds or ride a horse or do anything and it scared him because he never realised how much those small things meant to him until they were gone and he'd never get them back, never. Arthur had left him here to rot and there was nothing he could do, couldn't even move or breathe or call for help and he was so scared, so so scared and he didn't want to die, he wasn't ready, please come back, please help me, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please—

THIS ENTIRE SECTION. I WAS NOT READY. NO THANK YOU, NO SIRRR NOT TODAY.

THE WAY THAT THAT ENTIRE LAST SECTION HURTTT ME ON SUCH A LEVELLLL WAS UNCALLED FOR BHWBABWHDBWJD ANON THIS WAS AN AMAZING FIC BUT ALSO WHY WOULD YOU HURTTT ME LIKE THISSSS BAHJBHDBWJABDW

but that ending was so beautifully done, the emotions WERE SO RAW AND BEAUTIFUL i absolutely loved itttt bwhbadaw literally can see why you might not ever be over it beCAUSE I DONT THINK ILL EVER BE OVER IT.

hhehe thanks for the painnn and the sufferringgg hahaha glad you told me about it though, it was an amazing read!!

anyway

anonymously tell me anything including fics that will break my heart thanks

#ask #ask answered #im sorry this is so late!!#but thanks for telling me about this fic #and...ripping my heart out #really appreciate thattt one thankss

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jacscorner · 3 years

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Fox McCloud of Kongo Bongo Part 1

Hello, beautiful friends. I'm simul-posting this silly fanfic idea I had for a while now. Cause Fox McCloud X Tiny Kong content doesn't exist except for the content I made myself, so I'm making a fic dedicated to my silly Sword & Planet doodle I did some months back.

With all that said, I hope you all enjoy, and sorry for any spelling and grammar faults. I'll fix them after the post if someone points 'em out to me, but this fic is being written by the seat of my pants and pretty casually.

The Lylat System was quiet. It had been a short year since the return of Andross when Fox McCloud and the Star Fox team had stopped Andross from destroying Corneria and taking over the system. Fox McCloud, leader of Team Star Fox, was piloting his Arwing past Sector X. The strange nebula was once the secret base for Andross and his operations during the First Lylat War, but now the odd cosmic cloud in the shape of a cross was just a quiet landmark through the system. At least, so it should.

[This is Pepper. Come in, Fox.]

Fox gave a tired grunt, losing his concentration and focus as he reached for the communicator strapped to his head and flipped it on. "You're clear, Peppy."

[Are ya seein' anything there, Fox?]

"That's a negative." Fox said as he checked his instruments again. "I'm still getting those weird readings that Slippy picked up, but I'm not seeing anything."

[Ya shoulda waited at the Great Fox like I told ya, Fox.]

Fox gave a roll of his eyes as he said, "Peppy, stop worrying so much." After the return of Andross every low life of the system seemed to go into hiding. True peace was still out of reach, and there was always work for the members of Team Star Fox, but finding any big named criminals who tried to fill the same niche Andross were hard to come by. In a way, Fox didn't like this; as a mercenary, he lived to fight. Was it wrong to think that way? Most certainly; peace in the Lylat System, where no little kid lost their father like he did, was the ultimate goal. But he needed food on the table like anyone else did.

[Wolf O'Donnell is still at large, Fox. He could be setting up a trap for ya.]

Cap'n Wolf O'Donnel, the name rang in Fox's ear. He could still see the burning, red scar on that wolf's face, the yellow of his eyes burning into his own. Out of all the mercenaries Andross hired to take him and Miyu out, Wolf was probably the best. His equal in almost every way and nearly sent him to his doom. It was the most intense fight Fox had ever been in; for the first time in his life, Fox truly feared that he was gonna die.

And yet, ever since then, there's been a hole in his chest that he couldn't quiet fill.

"If Wolf's out there, then I'll be ready for him."

[Fox, you're-]

"End transmission." Fox didn't wait for a reply, turning off his head piece. He wasn't in the mood to keep listening to Peppy badger him over this; besides, if Wolf was out here, then he would've shown his face by now, right? There wasn't anywhere to hide in Sector X, it wasn't anything by burning gas and bright light.

"One more pass around." Fox told himself, initiating another scan. If nothing was here, then he should turn back and head back for the Great Fox. At least, that's what he should do, but he was in no real rush to make it back to Peppy and listen to him nag his ear off. He cruised around Sector X thinking about how he'd rather go to Titania. There's a nice little saloon there, perfect place to refuel his Arwing and drink his problems away. Just the thought of Titania ale was tempting Fox to ditch his mission. It was weird; he wasn't much of a drinker before, by after the first Lylat War, he grew a taste for alcohol.

Suddenly, Fox jerked the controls on his Arwing, suddenly him into a dive just in time to avoid a photon shot. His instincts kicked in just in time, but where the hell did that come from?! He looked on his radar, seeing nothing, but then looked to see an incoming transmission message. He didn't even patch it through or have the chance to reject the message when a scarred face appeared on screen.

"Hello, pup."

"Wolf!" Fox growled as he glanced up, seeing the lone, quad-wing ship cut through the unforgiving void as he rocketed right for the vulpine pilot. Fox bared his fangs, starting to charge right for Wolf like a demented game of chicken. "I knew you were skulking about these parts!"

"And I knew you'd come with the right bait." Wolf chuckled, his shields deflecting Fox's photon shots as he fired back with his own. "And now it's time I pay back the debt I racked up back on Macbeth."

With some expert barrel rolls, Fox was able to deflect Wolf's own shots, the two ships crossing the other's paths.

"Not to mention I'm paying you back for killing the rest of my team." Wolf snarled, spinning his ship around and beginning to chase Fox through space. His ship let out rapid volleys of hot orange shots on Fox's tail, but Fox managed to evade each shot. Fox could feel Wolf gritting his teeth as he managed to evade each shot. It was like Fox had eyes on the back of his head and Wolf couldn't get a clean shot!

[Fox, come in! Fox! Fox, answer me!]

Meanwhile, Fox couldn't shake Wolf from his tail; it was like Wolf was glued on! He tried to perform a somersault, but Wolf was right behind him, gunning for his engines. He felt his air form a lump in his throat; Wolf was giving him no chance to breath or get any space to counter attack.

"Get back here, brat!" Wolf called out, but Fox was too focused to be distracted or baited by the bounty hunter.

[H-hey! F-Fox, can you hear-ribbit?!]

"Want me?! Come and get me!" Fox called back at Wolf. With a well-timed barrel role, he deflected Wolf's volley of shots and slammed the breaks. Wolf flew right past him and was reading right for the burning mass that was Sector X before Fox chased Wolf down. Now that the tables had turned, Fox was going for the kill, charging up a photon shot that he aimed right for Wolf's engine, prepared to finish off his rival once and for-

[HEY GENIUS! WHAT ARE YA DOIN'?! GET OUTTA THERE!]

Falco's shrieking in Fox's ear piece made him release his shot just before the charge was done, nailing Wolf right in the back of his ship, just missing his engine. Wolf started to climb up and get away, but Fox was more focused on the ringing in his ear. It felt like a siren was blaring with how loud it was.

"...Wait, that's not my ear." Fox flinched as he looked at his were going crazy! Before he could decipher what was happening, a sudden, brighter light came from Sector X. In the center of the nebula's glowing cross appeared,a void of purple light that began to swell and open up.

"A Worm Hole!" Fox realized it too late! He tried to pull away, but this Worm Hole was sucking him in! His controls were starting to lock up; try as Fox might, but he couldn't escape the gravity field the Worm Hole was projecting! It was like a hand had grabbed his ship and started to pull him in by force!

"What is this?! I can't get away!" Wolf shouted, doing no better as his ship was being lured right into the vortex as well.

Fox couldn't think; Wolf's screaming and the Arwing blaring were growing more and more distant as they fell closer to the Worm Hole. His life was starting to flash before his eyes; Fox thought that fear would grip his heart, yet he was oddly calm. Life, death; they didn't seem to matter anymore. Or, rather, Fox felt ready to embrace his fate. Day to day life felt more and more like a chore for the mercenary. And while he didn't rush towards death, he wasn't against letting it come to him. As the light began to fade and sound turn to nothingness, Fox felt ready to embrace death like a bride.

And then, nothingness.

This wasn't the first time Fox had entered a Warp Zone, but this was different from the last time.

The last time, back in the first Lylat War, was a constant bombardment of light and sound. Blues and pinks, odd sounds that made Fox think of some odd, old-school music. It was dizzying back then, yet it felt oddly natural. As if nothing was weird at all; or maybe the odd Warp Zone was manipulating him though the protective hull of his Arwing, making him feel relaxed when any sign man would be panicking and screaming, crashing their ship to any and every piece of debris in the void in a misguided attempt to confirm if what they were being subjected to was real or just a dream they couldn't wake up from.

It wasn't like that this time at all; in fact, it was the exact opposite. Fox couldn't see anything, it was all dark. It wasn't black as night or even dark like space. There was no source of any light, not even from his Arwing. He couldn't see his own hand even if it was trembling in front of his own face. He couldn't hear anything either; not Wolf's screaming, not that he could tell if he was or not, not the alarms his Arwing should've been giving off, not even the sound of his own heart.

He couldn't feel anything either. Not the taste of his own spit, not the seat he was sure he was still sitting in, nor the controls his hands wouldn't let go of with his vice-like grip. Fox felt as though he was cramped inside of his cockpit, yet weightless, and his sad attempt to anchor himself in place was useless. Was this what death was like or was this just the odd void he was trapped in.

How long would he be here? Would he die here? Could he die here? And just how long has he been here? At first, he thought it was just five minutes, but at the same time, he felt that he had been floating here for five hours. It was getting so bad that Fox couldn't tell if he was even still in the cockpit. Was he awake? Thinking in his sleep? Were his eyes even open?

CRASH!

Suddenly, all of his senses hit him like a hammer upside the head. A low groan escaped Fox's muzzle; he wanted to feel something, but now it was pain. His body felt sore and stiff; it felt like he had slept all day and hadn't moved a muscle, but somehow worse. Like he was stuck in his cockpit for weeks. His eyes slowly peeled open with a groan as a setting sun's light pierced his retinas like a hot laser.

With a grimace, the fox blindly reached across the console to open the hatch to his cockpit. His ears twitched anxiously with the lack of any cockpit opening sounds. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he tried to press the button again, but noticed how it felt through his leather glove.

Cold.

His console felt ice cold. The Arwing wasn't running. Fox tried to fire it up, but he didn't even catch the sputter of the engine.

"Great. My Arwing's dead..." Fox grunted as he adjusted his seat. With a hard kick of his metallic leg, Fox kicked the glass shielding off of his Arwing before he dragged himself out. Popping his neck and shoulders, Fox looked around. He was on some kind of beach, but this didn't look like any beach he knew. The sand was black as night and gave a beautiful, if not ominous, shine under the setting, red sun. He looked ahead of him, seeing crimson waves push and as high tide began to set in. Behind him, a massive jungle, but there were smoke stacks poking from the tree line. Black clouds of smog began were pouring into the air, obscuring Fox's view from looking beyond the trees.

"Where in Lylat am I...?" Fox mumbled, but he questioned if he was really still in the Lylat System at this point. He reached for his head piece and began to speak. "Fox to the Great Fox, do you hear me guys?" He was met with a chorus of static in his ears. "Great, my Arwing's dead and now I can't even call for help." Just as Fox thought things couldn't get worse, he heard something.

Marching?

Fox pulled out his blaster, turning behind him and preparing to fire a warning shot, but was promptly met with a pair of larger guns pointing at his face. They looked crude and rudimentary as opposed to his own blaster, but they were not only much bigger, but there were five crocodiles pointing what looked like brass-and-steel blunderbusses at Fox's head, florescent tubes sticking out of the sides of their guns.

"Don't even think about it, furball." The croc snarled, his body bulging with muscles covered by mostly green scales. "Drop your blaster and come quietly or your hide will make a nice rug."

"Oh damn..."

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