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mellowwillowy · 6 months

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Omg i love your work😭😭 especially Yulian he's crazy but he's sooo sweet🥹 and you write him so well fr

I was wondering how'd he react if his darling decides that they wanna break up with him / get a divorce,, or they start to feel like he's hiding something from them which causes them to doubt him. But I feel like he would 100% gastlight them first.

Chances of divorce in Utopia is 0 honey :)

But let's talk about Dystopia.

Yan! Lawyer Husband - GN Spouse Reader

Yes, Yulian will corner the fuck out of you mentally as much as he hates it. He should have picked up on the signs earlier and yet he paid no mind to it until you exploded, again.

The reason was simple, you doubted him.

It all started from a suspicion of his absence, the rumors circulating around him and the voice in your head yelling you to leave him.

'That man is no good! Leave him before it's too late again!'

"Where were you dear?"

"Duty called dear. I'm sorry for leaving you alone for a long time yeah?"

"I asked everyone around and they told me that you were absent for the 5 days. Where were you if you were not in the court nor your office?"

Yulian didn't expect you to bother questioning around, mentally adding another note to bribe everyone next time.

"I was visiting another place, the client did not like leaving his curb so I had to visit him myself, I'm sorry I didn't notify you earlier dear."

Yulian's hand creeped into your cheek, caressing it gently while giving you an apologetic smile. The smile that always makes you shrug all your doubts and worries away.

But not today.

"This is not the first time this has happened, Yulian."

Yulian jolted. You were glaring at him. The face that he rarely sees from you, the face that he never expected to see from you. You.

"Dear?"

'You know right? This man right here is nothing but a swindler!'

"Why do you always lie to me?"

'How many secrets has he hidden from you? Better yet, why is he keeping you in the dark?'

"Always, always, always lying. I had enough of you, Yulian. This is not the first I have confronted you and this is not the first out of your many lies that I haven't confronted you about."

'Stay away from him.'

"I want a divorce."

'Run.'

"Di... vorce?"

Yulian's face darkened. A face you had never seen before.

"Divorce?"

"Yes."

'Run!'

Yulian sat down, his eyes traveling toward anywhere but you. He took in a shaky breath before exhaling it in fury. No, it was not directed at you. It was directed at himself for being slow and dumb. A fool no less.

"I'll have Aava packed my stuffs today. I will hand you the papers for you to sign later." You paid no mind to his slumped figure, leaving him.

"No..." Yulian stopped you in your track, his hand holding your wrist tightly. "Don't leave me alone again."

"Is it not supposed to be directed at you instead?"

Yulian winced. You were right but he was right as well. What should he do? What should he do?

What he should do.

"Dear..." Yulian stood up to his feet, "don't you think you are being a bit too hasty?"

"Wha-?"

"Over something so menial," he knew he shouldn't word it like that, "I was trying my best you know? I tried my best to wrap up everything quickly but I just can't not attend to duties such as this."

He was driving you into the corner again.

"If this is the same word game you are playing with me then it's not working on me anymore."

"No, this is the truth we are talking about," Yulian's hand cupped your cheek, "I know you have it hard, but I too, am troubled from it. Do you perhaps view me as an irrespobsible man who leaves his spouse because he feels like it?"

What?

'Run, leave him, just leave him!'

"Have you always viewed me like that dear? I can't fathom how you... thought of me like that even just for the slightest."

Was it not supposed to be the other way around?

"You, you are the one who always thinks of me like that!"

"How could you even say that?"

How could you even say that to me then?

'Stop listening to him!'

Yulian's hands clasped your ears, his face close to yours.

"How could you even think of something so shallow?"

'ADAMMMMMMM!!!!'

"Have you never even considered my love to be real just even for once?"

You don't feel like thinking anymore. You don't feel like listening to them both anymore.

"Don't worry dear, I'll make sure to ease those doubts away. Just listen to me and everything will be alright."

'Do----'

Yes, that sounds just right. Right?

"How about you take those pills first?"

Yes, they always calm you down.

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lemonmaid · 1 year

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Board/Card games that are probably banned from the dorms.

Heartslabyul:

Scrabble

Riddle would make the game where you have to use the old dictionary, you can't use slang. Which causes alot of arguments.

"What do you mean I can use the world milf?"

"IT IS NOT A REAL WORD!"

"Oh? It's suddenly not a word then? But I'm not allowed to say it around your mom? Tell me what is a real word because the word you just put down, what was it? 'Punctual'? That doesn't sound like a real word. I've never seen it".

Savanaclaw:

Life, UNO, Bullshit, Sorry!, Poker

Life because it makes everyone who plays it miserable, everyone knows why UNO isn't allowed but bullshit because Leona can't stand it. Everyone has a great poker face and no one can stand the arguments.

"Ruggie, did you just say three fours? "

"Yes"

"But you played two fours last round?"

"Maybe"

...

"Bullshit"

Ruggie did infact played three fours, so leona ended up with the whole deck and lost. He has banned the game.

Octavinelle:

Monopoly, Poker, Blackjack

Fun fact it was Azul who banned this game himself, he hated losing.

"Floyd you can not buy that property"

"Why?"

"Well because"

"I have 500 dollars, the lot is 500. I can buy it"

"YOU ALREADY HAVE HALF OF THE BOARD"

"It's just a game"

Scarabia:

Mancala, DND, Clue

DND is banned because is stresses Jamil out too much, he is the only one keeping track of everyone's character sheets, and the campaign.

"WAIT I WANT TO ADD SOMETHING ABOUT MY CHARACTER IN THE BACKSTORY!"

"Kalim... this is the fifth time we've stopped the game for you to change your character sheet..."

"Well, I just forgot to write something down?"

"Are you cheating?"

"No?"

"Kalim are you trying to change your characteristics so you can beat the next coming boss? Because it doesn't work like that. Also don't say "what boss" I saw you yesterday peaking at the campaign sheet".

Pomefiore:

Clue, Go, Mahjong

Clue is banned because Rook insisted one night to have everyone acted it out. Kinda like hosting your own Murder Mystery.

The game had to be stopped so many times because "someone wasn't acting the right way" ans there was confusion between everyone, it ended in an argument between everyone and everyone claiming that there was someone cheating.

"Epel your southern accent is ruining the theme of the game"

"I don't think my accent is the problem here, why is Rook speaking in complete French? How are we supposed to be understanding the game if the host is only speaking French?"

"Well maybe if you took the French lessons I told you to take, we wouldn't be in this mess"

Ignihyde:

Cards Agaisnt Humanity, Pokémon, Yu-Gi-Oh!

Yu-Gi-Oh! Is banned because Idia will try to say everytime he is close to losing that the opponent card is invalid some how or agaisnt the rules because "he didn't summon it right".

"You just cheated,"

"Um how"

"Ortho do a play back play"

"He cheated! He put a card in a deck while no one else was looking! Also his cards are fake"

Diasomnia

Risk, War, Scrabble, Poker, Crazy Eights, Monopoly.

Most of these games are bammed because the group played them for y e a r s also Sebek purposely loses to let Malleus win.

Like, Malleus and Lilia played Monopoly for six years straight.

"Father, can we please just end the game? I don't want to keep seeing Sebeck purposely loses territory to Malleus"

"Sebek, is this true? Do you not have faith that I will win?"

"NO SIR THAT ISNT IT, AM JUST TERRIBLE AT RISK"

"Oh that's for sure, you only have three men left. If anything I am wining ~fufu".

Ramshackle:

Chutes and Ladders, Candy Land, UNO

Grim can't count and cheats in every game they have.

"Grim, we just saw you drop cards onto the ground"

"WHAT? I wouldn't never cheat henchmen!"

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mayuichi · 3 months

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“Rest assured, it is not mine.„

William James Moriarty x fem!reader Warnings: dark contents (murders, beating, blood, etc...), spoilers of MOSTLY the second season! be aware!

note: i'm so obsessed again over MTP, you can't know how much. i'm rewatching it rn, and i'll reread it too. ALSO i'm so sorry for my absence, i'm procrastinating and finding it hard to stay motivated, especially with my nausea, but it's slowly getting better so i hope i'll be capable to write more!

Pictures from the anime Yuukoku no Moriarty / Moriarty the Patriot.

Being the child of an earl isn't too hard. But as a woman, you are expected to be nearly perfect. Graceful, elegant, flawless, and charitable. Most respect you, or more likely.. fear your father. Speaking of which, you still live with your parents. You haven't found a suitable man yet. It was infuriating for your father, he wanted you to find a husband. But you couldn't care less for now. Strolling around in town is much more entertain than finding someone.

After one more heated argument with him, resulting in a red mark across your cheek like it happened so many time before, you call it a day and leave to your room for the night. Clutching on the plush you have managed to keep, you sit on your bed, staring at the moon through the window. Your mother didn't even tried to protect you, never. If only things could change.

Undressing yourself to slide on a warm robe, you close the curtains and fall on the soft mattress, engulfing in it, pulling the covers over your frame. Tomorrow is another day, it will all be okay.

At least, that's what you thought...

Awakening by a voice. You focus on it, only to realise it's a stranger. You've never heard them before... did you? Chills parkour through your veins, jolting you forward. You don't know who they are, nor what they want. But you don't want to stay near them.

Stepping cautiously out of your room, you hurry as best as you can to the front door. On your track, your gaze averts on a gruesome scene. Your father, resting in his blood, his life slowly fading from his body. With your mother, next to him, heavily injured. The footsteps behind you make you believe they're after you, now.

Sighing in relief when you finally see the front door. Your hands reach for the handle, your body freezes at the voice. “Leaving so soon? I've been told this family was full of cowards, but still...„ his voice malicious. You couldn't even move, feeling the tip of the blade against the back of your neck.

Just swallowing was hard. One bad move, and you'd die. Trying to take a deep breath. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your hands sweaty. “I... I am not like them..„. Hesitantly turning around, you could perceive one of his eyebrow raising. “The day... The day I'd be like them, I'd rather die...„

You don't even know half of what your father does, but all you've discovered about has never been good. A smirk displayed on the stranger's face, his golden locks falling ever so slightly above his scarlet eyes. “Hmm.. Interesting...„

Staring at him, also because you don't want to miss any of his action, your eyes get used properly to the dark, allowing you to see more of his features. And it isn't long before you recognise the second son of the Moriarty. A mathematics professor, and a noble, now pointing a blade at you.

However, he withdraws his blade, sheathing it back in his cane. Taking a step forward, he moves his hand across your cheek, his fingers grazing gently. “... Such a poor thing. I suppose it's a recurrent treatment, isn't it?„.

His touch, his words, his expression... It's so sweet, so caring. Is it truly the same man that has murdered your parents? With a sigh, he pulls away, thinking of a way to be sure you'd keep your silence over his true identity. But before he could utter a word, you got carried away and whispered your thoughts.

“I wouldn't mind... joining you. I want to be useful as well...„. Surprise filled his eyes. His piercing gaze staring right through your soul, he leans in, his tall frame towering over you. “Are you sure ? It is a dark and dangerous path. You shouldn't be impulsive.„. He hasn't dismissed you. He feels it in you, after all. That strength and resilience after all those years. This desire to be able to make a change. Even if you aren't a good fighter for now, you could become one.

His associates were unsure, at first. You were so fragile, so sensitive. How could you become useful ? But he kept believing in you, training you, and asking for Jake to train you as well. Within weeks, you were already close to be as good as them. You just lacked experiences.

And perhaps, everything that happened got you closer to their leader, the true Lord of Crime... William. He'd often invite you over tea, or to stroll around town. At this point, it became a habit of you, to go buy some pastries to a hardworking baker and have your tea party. It wasn't always just the two of you. Sometimes, Louis and Albert would join in, or even Bonde. It was such heartwarming times.

It has never been a surprise for you that in a middle of your discussions, William would suddenly fall over the couch and sleep. It always made you giggle quietly. But despite it, none of you took a step further. After all, neither knew if the others actually had feelings or if it was just a mere thought.

Months after you joined, William has went again with Louis only to take care of some aristocrats, with Fred's intel. Those nights are the worst. You're restless, incapable to be in slumber.

Sitting on your bed, in your robe, you hear the front door opening. Footsteps in the corridor, and the brothers' voice, casting each other's goodnights. Stepping out of your room, you gaze over William, blood soaked. “Is... is that blood?„

He turns around to face you, a gentle smile spreading when he sees you. “Rest assured, it is not mine.„. You blink, unsure of how you should feel. It's clear though, it isn't having the right effect. “Is that supposed to reassure me?!„

Your exclamation caught him off guard, and he walks closer, placing a comforting hand over your shoulder. “Isn't it usual now, though? You have seen me bloody a lot before.„. His words hit you like a train. You have seen him blood covered, yes, but your mind has never been calm about it.

“I know! I just-.. Ugh..„, anxiety floods you, your head lowering as you dismiss his hand. “I never said it was fine for me. It makes me worry. What if you get hurt?„. It's a stupid assumption, and you know it. He makes plan for every tiny details. He never leaves room for uncertainty.

Hurrying yourself to ask him to forget it, you go back in your room, closing the door behind you. Plopping on your bed, you can't help but hate yourself. Why are you so worried about him? He's not a child, and beside, he knows how to act upon unexpected twists. You pick the pillow, placing it in your arms, hugging it against you.

“... I hate it so much.„ you growl under your breath. Eyes closed and lost in your mind, you don't pay attention to the footsteps and the door opening. You only get out of your thoughts when you feel something, or rather someone, taking place on the mattress.

You turn around to see William sitting next to your laying form, his hand hovering over your hair, caressing it carefully. He has taken off his coat and changed his clothes to his usual sleep attire. “I find it flattering, you know? Your worries being on me. But I have my shares of worries over you, too.„ he chuckles.

It makes you groan silently, turning again to make him face your back. Seeing you holding your pillow so tight, he allows himself to lay beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Don't be upset, my dear. How about we plan a tea party tomorrow? As a token of apology for all those worries I fill your heart and mind with.„

Just the thought of it cracks a smile from you, and he sees it clearly. You slowly nod, closing your eyes as you lean further in his embrace. You know it wouldn't last forever, but you'd drown yourself in it for as long as it last.

It's an hour later he withdraws his arms from you, giving your hair one last stroke, before standing up. “I will see you tomorrow, my dear. Have a good night.„

As he walks away, you turn around, sitting up quickly, calling out his name. “... William!„. Your voice is so urgent, like your feelings are about to explode. “Yes?„ he turns to face you, his eyes softening at your desperate state.

“I...„ you hesitate. Is it truly a good idea to confess ? It isn't a secret for yourself anymore, you've fallen for him, smitten by his simple presence. But maybe it isn't a good thing to tell him... “... Take care... Goodnight...„

Something tells you by the look of his eyes, he knows you're hiding your feelings from him. But he doesn't push. Not yet. You're too vulnerable for now. He wants you to willingly admit them. He closes his eyes. “I will, thank you. I'll see you tomorrow.„ and with that, he leaves your room, the silence feeling it. Your feelings drowning you in slumber.

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kittsyspaw · 9 months

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⌇ SINU HAN x F!READER

Oh, is there someone else or not? 'Cause I wanna keep you close. I don't wanna lose my spot 'Cause I need to know if you're hurting him or hurting me. ୨୧

╰┈➤ is there someone else? -The Weeknd

- This is a half-smut chapter from my lookism x reader book on wattpad (Loveism– Kittsyspaw) i deleted it there and decided to write it here for the people who wanted it.

- This is an old Smut that I wrote so don't mind any mistakes or lack of description please!

- You were working with the workers (in case you're confused on why you're in the underground place)

WARNINGS !! : Cockblocker, Begging, Dry thigh humping, Sub!Reader–Dom!Character, Kinda Dom? Reader at the end, Crying etc. (BTW IM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ IF YOU'RE UNDER THE AGE OF 18+)

"Oh god, I failed geography how I'm I supposed to know where i am?" You stared at the many, many corridors.

While you were walking, you saw a head peak out one of the door making you stop in your tracks, sinu immediately pulled his head inside, waiting for you to walk past so he could snatch you.

"Nah..jit tryna kidnap me, thats crazy..." You took slow steps, backing to the other side of the hall so the man couldn't grab you, it that was his plan, either way, you had seen him.

"Dammit! You saw me! And I thought I was hidden very well" he sulked making you chuckle.

Sinu signaled you to come closer, rolling his eyes when you only stepped a few steps towards so he grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside the room.

He trapped you against the door "Did we ever meet before? I swear I know you" a hand reached for the mask that covered your face.

Slowly pulling away the oni mask, his eyes widened when he saw the familiar face, Sinu stared at you in shock, of course he knew you! He couldn't remember where or when, but he definitely knew you.

"Y/n?! Y/n right??! I- I know you!" He shook you by the shoulders, sinu didnt remember you having a scar, but who cares?

"So you do remember me? I missed you, sinu" Sinu's chest ached when you gave him a sad frown, name leaving your mouth laced with the softest tone.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, hugging you tightly as if you'd disappear any second.

You felt a part on top of your head get heavy, tears. "I can't remember when but I swear I remember you, I could never forget you" he cried, burying his face into your head, taking in the sweet aroma of your shampoo.

Sinu pulled away and traced the scars on your face "what happened y/n?" He asked, his eyebrows knitting, his face falling into a worried one when you started tearing up.

"H-hey! Is it a personal question? I'm sorry!" You let out a laugh "No! I'm just glad you remember me...and nothing happened don't worry."

You really were...having no idea what happened to him and the last time you saw your childhood friend – he didnt even recognize you which made everything worse.

His cheeks turned red when you grinned up at him, the corners of your mouth curling in the most sweet way he's seen.

Its as if...his heart melted right there, how can someones smile just bright up his day like that?

"Oh shit, I better get going-" "no!" Sinus lips tugged down in a frown.

"Don't go.." The circus was starting soon too, but sinu didn't want to, staying with you is better for him, he wanted to feel you again.

"Sinuu, the chairman is calling me, we'll probably meet someday again" He gasped, "And what if we don't?! No!" The big man hugged you again, prisoning you in his embrace.

You rested your head against his chest, you didnt want to go either, but Eugene would probably scold you the whole time and you didnt want to hear any of it.

"What about the neko girl? Didnt she call you or something"

"no...?"

"Hm, who even is she?"

"The CEO"

Your next words left as a simple mutter beneath your steady breath, it wasn't meant for your childhood friend to hear– but he did.

"oh. Explains, she's obsessed with you.."

"What was that?"

"Nothing"

You and sinu stared deeply into each others eyes, not breaking the contact. "Sinu, did you know that I met Samuel?" You regret saying that, remembering that he forgot everything for some reason.

"Samuel...? Samuel?" "Yeah, a friend of mine!" "Ohhh, thats...cool." He gave a bitter smile

"is he a guy?"

"Yeah!"

"Stay away from him! All they want to do is play you!"

The cries made you chuckle, he was still caring as ever, well he never even liked you being around a living being who was a male because apparently 'They're all bad for you'

While time was passing, you tried to figure out why he forgot almost everything, maybe an accident? 'He does have new scars..'

The man even took of his shirt just for you to see, his body going stiff at the fingers that ran over the scars on his chest, shoulders and stomach.

Sinu kept you in his embrace as you sat on his lap "You're spacing out, what wrong?" You shook your head "nothing, just thinking about the lecture I'm boutta get"

"Well, I really have to go now :(" you shut off your phone after the message Eugene sent you "Wait! Aren't you gonna pepper my face with kisses? Like back then-?"

Sinu clutched his head after something slipped out, did you even do that? What was he blabbering about? Did he make you uncomfortable?

Your smile widened, The smile taking over after calming his train of thoughts.

"of course!!" The black haired man laughed while you gave his whole face small pecks.

You looked at him, confused when he grabbed your face. "You don't know...how much I missed you" you parted your lips as Sinu came nearer.

Did he do this before? It was so...familiar...it was his head– playing out an image where you participated in, your thighs were hugging his hips and–!

He gripped the flesh of yout upper legs when your lips locked, both your eyes closing to feel the passionate, long lasting kiss.

Sinus eyes shot open when your lips quivered against his, worry working him up when fat tears ran down your chin.

"Baby...why are you crying?" He wiped away the crystal clear tears as you sniffled "sorry I got emotional its just-" your voice cracked, everything that happened so far playing in your mind, it's heartbreaking, it all was.

Sinus eyebrows knitted, did he make you cry? Was it someone else? His fist clenched, who was it? "Tell me what's wrong?" He cupped your face, hands shaking.

"A lot, a lot happened, it hurts, sinu..."

Sinu couldn't help but swallow the guilt of feeling joyful, you, the girl he used to cherish and adore, was gripping onto him and calling out his name for comfort.

Sinu held you in a welcoming embrace "I don't know what's the situation, but I'm sure it'll get better, Trust me! My guts are never wrong!" He posed making you laugh, the genuine laugh he hadn't heard in years, it made blood rush to his cheeks.

Sinu was thankful your sad face disappeared and got replaced with a cheerful one. You wrapped your arms around sinus neck pulling him towards you to continue what he started.

You whined against him when Sinu grinded your heat against the meaty surface of his rough thigh by the hips. Pouting when he broke the kiss, you stared at him confused.

"Tell me...tell me how much you missed me"

the man demanded, looking at you with desire that he hadn't to speak up about, it was all shining up his eye that was half lidded, focusing on you.

"Sinu! Please! I missed you so much, so fucking much! It hurt when you didnt know me at first, I thought you forgot everything between us..." Your brain was hazy, letting out your heart as he didnt stop the grinding.

Drool slipped by your lips, dripping down your chest. "Aw, baby...What do you want? Tell me, I'll give you anything" he pecked your lips, chuckling with the time you went dumb for him.

"Please nghh...Sinu! Please..fill me up...I need you inside of me" you sobbed when your cunny got sensitive from the flicking sensation, the inner part of your legs was burning up.

Sinu felt his bulge twitch, it got uncomfortable for him in his tight suit pants. Something about your whines and begging made him feel dizzy, you were so fucking beautiful, crying out for his cock to fill you up.

He wasn't crazy when he said that you could have anyone you wanted, lulling up him like a siren for her desires – that was you.

You flinched when your phone buzzed, shakily taking it out to see Eugene's name through the pleasure tears.

"S-sinu...stop. the chairman..." Yours words fell deaf to the muscular man smirked, wasn't this gonna be fun?

"Why don't you answer lovie? Don't make him wait" you nodded hesitantly, listening to the soothing voice that guide you.

"H-hello!" You bit down on your bottom lip out of embarrassment when your voice cracked. "Y/n? What's wrong? Where are you?" "I'm..I can't find the...exit!" You held in all moans when you felt the coil in your stomach about to snap due to the lava bursting in your guts

"What are you doing?...want me to send someone to get you?" "Mhmmh..." You didn't realize what you were saying and hung up, your mind too overwhelmed by the attention you were getting from Sinu.

You let out a loud, frustrated cry when he stopped the pace, you were seconds away from having your high. the tears that build up your eyes fell down, damping up the fabric they landed on.

"...why did you stop?" You pouted, one flick the aching bundle of nerves could make you melt, but Sinu was so mean!

"Sorry...I think we should go. There's someone who's waiting for you."

He didnt want to stop either, he desperately wanted to see your lewd face but he got a text from Neko while he was keeping you in ecstasy, telling him to get ready.

It angered him, after all those years he finally got a precious moment with you but it got completely torn apart by jealous people.

Sinu was sure that you two weren't gonna see each other anymore and it hurt, piercing right through his heart.

He raised an eyebrow when you straddled his hips, smirking down at him with a glint in your eyes. "What are ya' planning to do?"

A sharp breath was sucked in by Sinu sensing your warm mouth placed on the delicate skin of his neck, sucking until a purplish hickey was painted on it.

With a last giggle, you got up, running towards the door– pointing at his phone as you waved him goodbye.

Fucking hell, you were gonna be the end of him.

Sinu fell back on the bed, his hand running through his hair, regretting the decision he made on letting you go.

He was very messy, a unbelievably annoying bulge judging against his tight pants. The man let out a breath, imagining what type of faces you would make it he had ruined you.

The male was still frustrated, no thought, you left him like this. Sinu got up, walking towards the shower to take a cold bath.

If you found this interesting, you can continue on wattpad (I put the name above n stuff) Its a various x reader and has crossovers with V-hit and Jujutsu kaisen (≧∇≦)

Lmk if you want me doing more Smuts

#lookism #lookism x reader #lookism x you #lookism x y/n #viral hit #smut #cockblock #daniel park #lookism jonggun #dg lookism #workers #praise #x y/n #jjk #crossover #wattpad #sinu han

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isleofair · 2 months

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Hullo! As a writer, any advice or tips on writing chase scenes? 🥰 Or any fast moving scenes?

Ooohhh! 😮😮😮

First of all... I'm incredibly honored you'd ask my opinion! Thank you! 🥺🙏💚 I don't consider myself an expert by any means, but I have written a couple of chase/action scenes, and I particularly enjoyed doing that, so I'll give this a try. (Even though at the time I wasn't really giving this a ton of conscious thought, I'll admit... And I haven't, like, studied writing, or written a huge lot, so all of this could be terribly basic and obvious, in which case, I apologize in advance. 😥)

The first and most obvious things that comes to my mind (at least from a theoretical standpoint) is trying to keep up the pace/tension by using sentence and paragraph structure. I saw advice once that said one should use a new paragraph whenever you'd get a different shot in a movie, so, even if it's not a perfect 1-to-1: fast-paced scenes = usually lots of quick cuts = probably not too many long paragraphs, or sentences. Of course, this is very general; if the "beat" of the scene you want to evoke is particularly "staccato", e.g., if it's a chase on foot, maybe it would be cool to make the sentences sound a little more like pounding feet; whereas if it's a car vs a motorbike, the "rhythm-feel" of the scene might be more akin to longer, contrasting, dueling roars. (I don't think I've ever really been able to do something like this, but it would be cool!). Of course, if you have something like one or a few longer (tracking?) shots in the middle of the, uh, mental movie sequence, I suppose, those could be a longer sentence/paragraph, and having differences would help make the scene even more dynamic. Like a rubber band being plucked many times really fast, and then getting pulled for longer, to release with a bigger bang? Something like that. A long sentence or paragraph could also be the long sigh of relief after all the fast-paced tension, once the action is over.

If it is specifically a chase, I would probably try to make sure we get enough updates on how the chase is going, like mentions of the chaser gaining ground, or stuff like that. Of course, the tension can also come from this not happening, when one of the parties has lost sight of the other, but if we're supposed to be able to keep track in that moment, it's probably best not to let the narration linger on just one of the two for too long, again, just to help in not losing the feeling of urgency.

I personally also like to try and look for very dynamic-sounding or more dramatic words in these cases? Like, if, say, Keith is flying fast in a tense situation, he's not 'flying', he's 'shooting' towards something (obvious, but worth mentioning). In the same vein, it might be best to lose any unnecessary additions/descriptors that might make the narration drag out and lose steam; but I am also convinced that details help focus a scene and make it feel more immediate/real, so... finding a balance between these two things might mean, for example, using synecdoche/letting the detail speak for itself (e.g. if, say, Keith is flying after Lunatic and Lunatic shoots flames at him, just describing the flames coming at Keith, instead of describing Lunatic doing it, might be more effective).

Finally, if you write to music, put on something tense and fast-paced (once again, obvious, but I think worth mentioning!)

I can't think of anything else at the moment... and it's probably for the best, I've rambled on a lot already! 😅 Thank you so much again for asking, I really appreciate that you'd want to hear my thoughts about it, and I'm always grateful for a chance to talk about writing! 🥰🥰🥰

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discountdemonwarehouse · 4 months

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Domestic December Day 22

Prompt - Rainy Days

I'm a smidge late in my time zone, but after learning that there was mandatory military service in Italy, what I decided to write for this prompt changed, and it was worth it. Thanks to @foxybouquet for her post about Copia's service to inspire this blurb!

On a rainy day, Terzo returns from his mandatory service earlier than expected.

SFW except a minor use of swear words.

SFW except a minor use of swear words. AO3 Link

Ages → Quinn – 16/17, Terzo – 19/20

The kitchen was bustling as Quinn slipped inside, hoping to pilfer a couple of apples. Copia had wanted to show her his new pets, a pair of rats, before he had his dance lessons after lunch, and Quinn decided to grab something to take with her. A Sibling waved her towards a bowl of fruit when they spotted her standing out of the way taking in the scene. “Special guests tonight?” she asked quietly, trying to stay out of the way as she retrieved two apples. “Papa’s sons are coming home tonight. We were told to make a special dinner.” Quinn’s brow furrowed. “I thought that was next week?” “Apparently it got moved up.” Excitement built in her. That would explain why her parents had made a point of telling her they’d be eating in the dining hall that night. It’d been just over a year since Secondo and Terzo had left for their mandatory military service. Terzo had opted for the air force, while Secondo had gone into the army. “Do we know what time they’re supposed to be back?” “Supper is at the usual time, so likely this afternoon.” She nodded. “Thanks for the apples, I’ll get out of your way!” Quinn hurried out of the kitchens, sprinting down the halls to Copia’s room in the dorms. “You look like you’re going to explode,” he noted as he let her into his room. “They’re coming home today!” He gave her a puzzled look before he figured it out. “Oh, Secondo and Terzo, si.” “Did you know?!” “I may have overheard something the other day.” He grinned. “And you didn’t say anything?! Jerk.” She moved past him to the large cage in his room to greet the new rats.

She walked Copia to his dance lesson before she headed to the Ministry’s main entrance to sit in the reception area. After a time, the Sibling manning the reception desk took pity on her. “They’re not expected for another two hours, at least. But keep that to yourself, we’re trying to avoid a horde at the doors.” “I will, don’t worry. Thank you!” Two hours. She wandered back to her family’s apartment, finding it empty, and decided to take her guitar to find a spot to keep working on learning Total Eclipse of the Heart. It had been raining off and on all day, limiting her to inside, but that was fine. One of her favourite spots was a wide window ledge in one of the lesser used halls that led to the crypts and potentially the ghoul dens. Raindrops decorated the outside of the thick, distorted panes, but the break in rain left sunlight streaming through the window and gave the area a feeling of warmth despite the emptiness. Quinn realized she had forgotten the music in the apartment, but shrugged it off as an excuse to get better at doing things by ear. And so she waited, soon losing track of time or how many attempts were made at Total Eclipse of the Heart as she sat in the window. The rain started again at some point, the clouds dimming some of the light but she didn’t notice as she focused on her playing, humming or singing along to help herself figure things out. “...Every now and then I fall apart…” she half sang, half muttered. “Turn around, bright eyes.”

Her head snapped around at the familiar voice, guitar falling to the wayside with a thunk. “Terzo!” Quinn launched herself at him, arms going around his neck, forcing him backwards. He caught her, letting the momentum carry him back a few steps. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she clung to him tightly, face pressed into his neck. “I left behind a teenager, and come back to a koala?” he murmured to her with amusement. “Shut up,” she grumbled, not changing her hold on him at all. “You’re home.” Terzo adjusted his hold when she gave no indications of letting go. “You know I’m soaked, right?” “Don’t care.” “You’re going to leave dirty boot prints on my uniform.” “Don’t care.” He chuckled quietly, hugging his best friend. “I missed you too, Quinn.” “Ter– I see you found her,” Secondo’s voice came from down the hallway. “I found someone possessed by a koala demon,” he responded jovially. “Shut up, shitbag,” she mumbled, happy to have her best friend back. “Are you crying?” Terzo asked her. Quinn kicked him in the back with one foot, making Terzo grunt. “Still as bratty as ever, I see,” Secondo smirked. “Hello, slightly older shitbag,” she greeted Secondo, shifting her head to look at him. “I missed you too.” Secondo rolled his eyes, but was smiling a little. “Are you going to let go so I can go change?” Terzo asked her. “Nope.” She gripped his uniform jacket tighter with her fingers. “I warned you to change first,” Secondo called over his shoulder as he headed for the stairs.

#the band ghost #fanfic #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #ghost fanfiction #ghost terzo #terzo #terzo emeritus #female oc #ghost fic #female original character #young terzo #domestic december #domestic december 2023

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Hello!

I am a person who is writing his own Interactive Fiction game. I currently have about 50k words written for it and will probably be making a forum thread soon. But I really need some advice from you as your game is one of my favourite.

The thing I am struggling with is my plot seems a bit bland to me and I just don't know what to do about it. Like I at the start only decided my game is going to be very reactive to choices and I have loads of meaningful choices and lots of variables remembering lots of things. But when I read through what I have written so far it feels a bit meh. Like your game is soooo intriguing as a reade. So my question was how do I make the plot more intriguing?? Sorry for the long ass post

I'm probably not the best person to ask about this; I go through cycles of self-doubt at least a few times a month 😞

But I'll do my best to help!

First of all, 50k words for an initial demo is impressive! HM had around 28k words when I first uploaded a public demo (which was just the first version of the prologue), so you're doing very well!

I think it would help tremendously for you to sit down and figure out what themes you wish to put focus on. It doesn't mean that you can't tackle a few others as you write, but it's always good to set goals like this to maintain consistency and make their presence strong in the story. It doesn't have to be something "grand"; it just needs to be clear in your head.

It's cool to aim for your choices to be meaningful, but watch out for scope creep. Not that I can talk; I have way too many variables tracking the MC's actions/dialogue choices as well as routes that not many will ever know about. And they can be fun! Just remember that fun doesn't always remove the stress attached to those boosts of excitement. I'd say try to focus on choices/variables you're sure you can deal with, particularly those that can enhance the quality of your plot, and you can decide to add more once you're certain you can handle them.

I have no way of knowing you're not already doing this, but well-developed characters help the impact of the plot grow stronger. Their fears, motivations, what they need to see vs what they have currently. Humans are complex beings, and for me, it's always interesting to try and explore that complexity. I love exploring it.

Try to talk to a friend about what you have at the moment! It helps to have some who'd never mince their words and are willing to give honest feedback while being helpful at the same time. In a way, it can be encouraging to know you have someone to depend to, and I hope you can find them if you haven't met such a person yet.

It's a first draft!! This is something I also keep telling myself, though it doesn't necessarily help me clear out all doubts all the time. But you should at least be aware of it. This is the first time I'm creating an IF, but I did a lot of film screenplays before, and my first drafts always sucked. It's why rewrites are not a foreign concept to me, and why I know HM might go through a lot of changes before I settle on its final version. But I do think both readers and writers should be aware of the fact that first drafts aren't supposed to be perfect; and WIPs, no matter how long they are, shouldn't be expected to have no flaws at all.

I cannot stress this out more, but taking walks outside or even doing the most mundane of errands can help to clear your mind! Try to take some rest; it might even give you some perspectives you haven't thought of before :))

I think that's all I can give for now, and I hope you're having a great time writing so far! I do want to remind you that you'll have to find methods that personally work for you as well, whether you're a plotter, a pantser, or something in between. It's why I haven't been too specific with the things I said; it's best for you to try and see what actually works for you as a writer. Best of luck <3

#writing #interactive fiction #anon #ask

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moonlightsmasquerade · 3 months

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Here's the writing! Although I have left Trigger Warnings before the actual writing , please don't force yourself to read it all if you can't stomach some of the stuff. Jane (my wife) proofread this btw , and I mention her nearly every ask I send because every day is wife day What marathoning books can do , am I right?

TW : Childhood abuse and neglect , themes of body dysmorphia and other mental health issues in children , implied self-harm (not directly observed) , attempted use of a gun against a child (unsuccessful) , murder (by Six)

July 2004

Children are usually the first ones to be afraid of the figure of a "boogeyman" , whether it is a demon hiding under their bed ready to pull their foot , or a giant beast inside their closet that appears only to them as they try to sleep . But to children who every day feared displeasing the ones who were supposed to care for them , the boogeyman likely did not exist inside their imagination anymore .

But just because they no longer believed in his existance , didn't mean he didn't exist .

The special boy , Adam , wasn't one of these children , having been brave enough to run away months ago , but the shadow man stayed to watch , how no matter the situation humans continued to be greedy , adapting only to suit their own wants .

Ever since their liberation from the church twelve years before , many young ones had been left orphaned , their parents either having been killed by monsters , or transformed and murdered by the police who hunted them down . And from what the shadow man could comprehend, money was involved when children were put in the care of new parents. Dozens of children were placed in orphanages ; dozens of foster homes became available the following year .

He followed some of the little ones around their temporary homes , and soon he understood why they did not have the time to be afraid of him .

The adults did not have the heart to care about them , and in some houses , for things like running or staring for too long , the poor children were cruelly beaten , and often times they needed to learn to treat their own wounds , since their "parents" could not be bothered to waste their money on medical attention for them , even if they started bleeding . Other times the caretakers forgot or ignored the fact that they were caretakers , and the small children under their roof looked so dirty and thin , they could have passed for living all alone .

But by far the worst kind of false parent were the ones who used words rather than fists . The ones that said to the young souls they were supposed to love how they were useless, disgusting, unwanted, mistakes. The ones who had no right or place to speak as if they were the children's true family, but did so anyway, for no one was there to stop them, and lying was as easy as breathing when the other adults came in to check on the children.

Their cruel words as sharp as swords, destroying any traces of innocence and happiness they could find, and the shadow man watched as the poor young victims stared at themselves in the mirror at night, crying, insulting themselves, or purely silent, running their hands through their own body as if trying to find the flaws that made them undesirable offspring.

There had been a few times where curiousity had been too much to handle, and he had asked them as they locked themselves in their rooms, in a voice that seemingly had no body attached, why the mirror was so important to them. "I'm flawed" , "I'm ugly" , "I'm not enough as I am" had been the kinds of answers he had received in return. To keep track of how they looked so their presence alone wouldn't make someone else hurt them again ; or because their new parents were disappointed or disgusted of how they looked, demanding that they turn into their own vision of what the perfect child looks like ; were often the motives behind such obsessions. Obsessions that no normal child should have or be forced into.

Obsessions and insecurities that their caretakers projected onto them, turning them fearful, sad and tired. Whether afraid of every little movement or possibility of enraging someone else, or drowned in their own misery and hopelessness to the point waking up was exhausting and everything was dull, or simply having had their will to keep pushing forward in life slowly drained out of them by the selfish adults that were supposed to help them.

The last ones were the ones who hid the most, often the bathroom, where they would go in with healed scars and come out with bloodied new ones. Sometimes the shadow heard screaming, most often crying, and other times just liquid falling in the sink, though it wasn't water, or the more extreme ones too, where all that was heard was a falling blade before the child came out of hiding with a blood stained face or arms.

Sometimes the little ones talked to him, needing to let out their thoughts to someone. Their conversations, or more accurately monologues as the shadow never answered, weren't merry words of joy like those of normal children, rather thoughts of escape but knowing the dangers, of feeling trapped and being powerless to do anything, how they wanted to give up but just didn't have the courage, how they wanted their real mother and father back.

How dare the light treat its own offspring like this? The same light that gave itself so many children to fulfill its own wishes, only to then treat them like they were worth nothing. If they were in the darkness they would be worth every breath, because the darkness was not afforded such plentiful numbers of vessels like the light was, after all, if it was, then all of this pain that foolish humans inflicted upon their youth wouldn't exist, because then humans wouldn't be such fools to begin with.

How dare the light ruin its own children and flaunt the idea of the darkness helping them right in front of its face, knowing that would never be possible? How dare the light deform the little souls full of hope into empty shells of who they could have been simply because it could? In the darkness no child was ever treated like this, for the few they were they were as valuable as the adults.

The shadow man didn't share any of the information he had been collecting to any of the others, not even to the false angel, but he was sure that at least half of all the others would share in his opinion that the selfish light did not deserve such promissing souls, since it only ever mistreated them.

The day before had merely reinforced how the shadow was right.

A boy as young as the number the shadow man used as a name, so young he did not know how to read, though it seemed his current temporary father wasn't at all interested where his education went. The little boy liked to talk to the shadow man, one of the only living beings in his life besides the house cat that didn't try to hurt him. He'd narrate his imaginated stories, his way of escaping reality, while the man simply listened, sometimes nodding along, though he wasn't fully sure if the child was able to see him.

Stories of knights and magical forests and great battles, always with a happy ending, unlike his days which always ended in having to avoid being noticed by the alcohol dependant man he lived with, in fear of having a bottle smashed in his head.

That day had been when the lady who visited once or twice a month finally realized what kind of person she had left the poor boy under the care of, if it could be called care at all. That evening the man had grabbed his hidden pistol and killed her with two bullets, and then went upstairs intending to do the same to the boy.

The child had been so scared he was turning blue, pleading with the man in the shadows to help him, to either escape or stop the adult. When the man had finally managed to break down the locked door, weapon already in hand, he hadn't waited a second to shoot a bullet into the boy's head. A child so young as him wouldn't have the reaction time to properly dodge, but the monster by his side did, and had moved the boy closer to himself at such a speed that the bullet didn't even come close to the child's skin.

The "father" had been confused, but assuming his "son" had moved to the side on his own, he aimed the gun yet again at the boy's head, only to be stopped by a punch to the face so strong it sent him to the ground. Then suddenly the gun wasn't in his hand anymore, rather in the hand of a monster right in front of him, freakishly tall and with an expression of disgust in its face.

Aimed at the man's neck the bullet was shot, and the gun was quickly thrown to the other end of the room, not necessary anymore. Of course the little boy had been scared after witnessing such a thing, and although the shadow's silver tongue was mostly used for unright reasons, this time it had been used to comfort a trembling child. A brand new experience, but one that the shadow didn't mind.

With the little boy cradled in his arms, having already calmed down, the monster took him away, somewhere where no one would likely ever see him again afterwards. Of course the "angel" had demanded an explanation, and of course the shadow had given him one. It hadn't been the full truth but it hadn't been a lie either, simply not mentioning all the other children the shadow man had watched, keeping it a secret for himself, making it seem like finding the boy had been nothing but a coincidence.

He didn't know what the child had become after the "angel" had decided to let him live, but it hardly mattered, because as a monster he wouldn't suffer the same cruelty he had before, at least not from those who claimed they cared, because their claims would be the truth.

The shadow wasn't going to help a child again like this unless comanded, for it wasn't his business to correct humans' stupidity only for them to learn nothing. But maybe what he had observed and learned could become valuable in the future. If Murray didn't give in to the promise of having his beloved mother back, then at least they would have a motive that he couldn't deny : how cruel humanity was to others and could have been to him. Even if it was somewhat forcing his arm, what Adam wanted didn't matter when it came to false angel.

What mattered was what he was , what they were , not what he wanted.

OOOOOOOOHOHOHOHHOHOHO Yeah this is cool, I think you did a really good job getting his vibe and how he acts

#he hated humans and i can see him turning to a twisted form of kindness (maybe he has some humanity in him after all!)#after all he's giving them a better chance #he thinks this is the best! why let a child live an unhappy life when they too can join him in terrorizing humans #this is why he doesnt understand adam one bit #also thanks for the trigger warnings! i appreciate it #i dont usually mind reading heavy subjects i just like to be prepared for them #tmc mim au

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just-a-wholesome-writer · 4 months

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"When the ocean in his eyes, wild and full of turbulence, looked at me with a stillness, a specific peace that could not be recreated by the greatest of artists- I knew I was bound to him by something bigger than myself."

Faith.

The word lingered longer than the memory, echoing within the confines of my mind. I remembered something about a book. Red, with a cover written in white. It was my favorite because it wasn't printed like most books were at the time, it was written by hand and so beautifully too. With hearts over each 'I', and drawings after each chapter, telling a story that could not be found by reading.

I had spend years over which I read and re-read each chapter carefully, feeling like I found something new with every word. Like, every time I put it down, the author would sneak in and add another twist to throw me off.

In actuality, while some may see it that way, the wonder of this book was not in the big twists and dramatic outbursts of it's main characters. It was in the small, seemingly meaningless corners of each page. For example: There, between the betrayal of a loved one and the death of a father, laid the unassuming cottage where the boy with the chipped tooth lived.

He said two lines, exactly. About how selling the fruit of love, though very popular, is bad business as it only falls in the summer and only grows if loved enough to produce the hormone itself.

Two lines, 1012 pages. Yet it wouldn't leave my mind. I couldn't forget how Ezran had found one among the small basket of gifts Rose had brought to his bedside while he slept. And how the juice ran down his chin as he looked upon the snow outside, wondering if they had always tasted this sweet.

There is something so quietly exhilarating about the little details of a story. Like a secret the author shared with you, only. With the one person who noticed, who loved enough to find their hidden intentions. Oh, how I wished to meet this author and tell them how much I loved, and will keep loving.

But the great seldom value credit, and as such, there is no indication of who the author even is, or was. The only thing I knew about them, I knew through their characters. It's strange how that has made me feel like I know them so deeply, when I don't even know their name. Shouldn't personal information seem unimportant if you are offered a glimpse into someone's soul?

Staring upon everything and nothing, I am faced with the same conundrum. My name, my age, my body, these were all parts of a big unknown. And yet I felt at peace with myself, like I knew who I was for the very first time.

I have always found it difficult to describe my feelings. I know this because I remember trying to start a diary, an attempt at making myself into poetry. I imagined burying it under a big tree and thought about someone digging it up, sitting down and reading all about me. The Conundrum Of Denielle. I imagined someone loving me so that they would find all the little ways people have loved me before but that I missed and put them on the page like footnotes.

But dissapointment set in quickly when writing only left me with bullet points, with no hearts atop my 'I's and no art, as I already felt pride in being able to put pen to paper. There was no nuance to my life, even when I wouldn't curse it boring. In the hands of the unskilled it seemed, not even the falling of the sky could make a compelling story.

I suppose I know my name now at least. Denielle. It's not one of those names that roll of the tounge, rather, it stops it in it's tracks. Den-ielle. I don't know why my parents chose it to be mine, given they were in opposition to the church and what it represents, but I do know that mother said there is a moment you just know.

I'm not sure how motherly instincts tie in with the choosing of one's name, but as I do not wish to make that experience myself, I may have to trust her by her words.

There are many things I don't understand, including the situation I now find myself in. But once again, I feel compelled to let it play out freely, trusting there will be a natural solution. I've been told I should be more assertive. But peace does not respond well to fighting, so I prefer the calm.

I call out and hear my words come back to me in a whisper.

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dividawrites · 6 months

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Tagged by @cindle-writes 💕

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 44, but some are collabs

2. What's your total A03 words count? 403,445

3. What fandoms do you write for? Harry Potter

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Future Without a Face (114k, complete)

What Happens in Vegas (14k, complete)

Pancakes (5k, complete)

I Could Send You to Hell, I Know You (6k, complete)

Oversight (21k, wip)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I used to, but I'm not really active anymore, and my inbox got too big, so I gave up. I do read and appreciate every single comment I get, though!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? How am I supposed to pick? Judging by the comments some have found the ending of Let Me in the Walls I Have Built Around You rather devastating. Or maybe To the Moon. I'm not a fan of boring marriage-kids-growing-old-together -endings so some people find everything I write sad and horrible. I write mainly Tom fics, and in most of them happy endings simply aren't achievable for him without ruining his character

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Uhhh.... depends what counts as happy? I guess all of my collabs are relatively happy. And What Happens in Vegas is probably one of my most popular fics because it's very light

8. Do you get hate on fics? Of course I do. But who cares

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind? What else is there?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? To write a crossover I'd have to find another fandom I like

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't know, I don't keep track of them

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes. I'm very flattered when someone wants to spend time and effort to translate my works, so thank you for these:

A Future Without a Face [Chinese translation by Aureus_1859]

A Future Without a Face [Korean translation by bear0730]

To the Moon [Korean translation by bear0730]

Let Me in the Walls I Have Built Around You [Spanish translation by Mixsys]

Let Me in the Walls I Have Built Around You [Chinese translation by Rowo]

In Just a Moment, You'll Be Mine [Chinese translation by Ocrane]

Generational [Chinese translation by AvinlIfol]

Till Death Do Us Part [Russian translation by io_mann]

Until Midnight Comes [Chinese translation by tyughb]

What Happens in Vegas [Chinese translation by withoutqueen]

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before? Multiple. Mostly with @duplicitywrites, and especially if co-writing means me writing some random shit and then throwing it to her, so she can make an actual fic out of it. She's a miracle worker, really

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Tomarrymort

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? All the wips I currently have

16. What are your writing strengths? Funny porn I guess. Weird crack. I don't know. My Tom characteristics have been praised a few times because I don't pull punches. I enjoy writing flaws, and I'm not scared of making the main characters ruthless and possibly even unlikeable

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Writing

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I wouldn't add lines in my native language, and even less in a language that I don't speak well. In my opinion, lines that most readers don't understand do not add any value.

And I have to add that I have seen some words in my [small and therefore exotic] native language randomly dropped into a fic, and it makes the whole thing absolutely unreadable. Sorry, but it's too unexpected and just—well—awful.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Harry Potter is the only fandom I have ever written. Or even read tbh

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? I don't have a favourite. But I think Cloudy is my most underrated fic, along with A Mother's Love (but that's bella/delphi rarepair so I didn't expect it to get even this much attention)

#tag game

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caramelcoffeeaddict · 13 days

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an ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

Thanks for tagging me @forabeatofadrum!

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s):

Breaking Stereotypes

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

Rockstar!Blaine + Vogue/FashionStudent!Kurt = Happy Kiwi :)

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

Explicit Smut, Mentions of Past Bullying & Assault, Mentions of Past Character Death

4. 🧭An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)?

I actually had the name "Breaking Stereotypes" since I started writing, so there wasn't an alternative title for it.

5. ⚠️Which WIP your most likely to finish or update next?

"Breaking Stereotypes" is the only one I'm currently working on, and I'm about 6-ish chapters away from completing/publishing it.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

unfortunately, "Breaking Stereotypes" is both the name of the file and the name of the story. I do also have an additional file called "Breaking Stereotypes Calendar of Events" which is a calendar made in Word that I fill out with chapter numbers and brief plot points of that chapter, so I can keep track of when & where things happen in the story. I also add when & where "offscreen" details that get mentioned in the story happen to the calendar as well. it makes keeping track of the timeline so much easier!!

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.

here is the very first sentence from the fic:

Blaine had just received a series of texts from his manager, Candice, stating that the car that was supposed to pick him up had broken down.

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP.

there was only one thing that I distinctly remember removing from the story. I didn't even save it because it was that pointless. but basically an OC that is in the story for only a few seconds of one scene (so far), went off on a long tangent about why she didn't like something that Kurt designed for Blaine. but I realized it was so unnecessary because her story didn't add anything to the story. so I deleted all of that and she ended up just saying it wasn't her style.

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I have a fic Doc for a story called "The Escape Plan" that has a prompt/summary that I want to write. but I haven't gotten around to writing anything else for it. basically, Kurt and Blaine have never met before. but Blaine is on a really bad blind date with someone at a restaurant, and Kurt & Rachel are sitting at a nearby table Live Tweeting the whole thing for their own entertainment. and Blaine notices what's happening and finds a way to ask them for help ditching his date :)

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on?

just one. I have too much trouble focusing when I split my attention between more than one. (not that I haven't tried it before. I'm just not good at it, lol).

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

I was struggling with the second half of this chapter that I just finished, but I think most of that was due to not having time to sit and focus while I write. but thankfully, I am done with that chapter now, so hopefully the writing will go a little smoother now.

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send.

Kudos back! 😘

I don't know who has been tagged or who wants to play, so if you see this and you want to play, then consider yourself tagged by me! :)

#i was tagged #writer ask meme #wips #kiwi's writing #fic: bs

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thebreakfastgenie · 19 days

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Ao3 20 Questions

Tagged by @queerbashir! Thank you! I am tagging @onekisstotakewithme @koboldkatalyst @majorbaby @youngpettyqueen @xslytherclawx-writes and anybody else who wants to (please tag me if you do it!) because I never keep track of who among you writes.

1) How many works do you currently have on ao3?

2) What's your total ao3 word count?

92,888

3) What fandoms do you write for?

The ones I still think I'll write for again are MASH, The West Wing, and Star Trek.

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

'Til Death (Un)does Us Part

5) Do you respond to comments?

Usually!! I try to, but sometimes it's hard and then it's been so long it feels weird to do it... I often do it anyway. I respond to most of them.

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh that's easy.

Downpour

If you choose to read this one, please heed "creator chose not to use archive warnings." It's there for a reason.

7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8) Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't! I did get anon hate about a fic, calling me cringe for writing a fic about abortion. I called them a pro-lifer and got a follow-up clarifying they meant fic isn't activism. Of course I never claimed my abortion fic was activism so idk what they were on about.

9) Do you write smut?

No, but this was supposed to the be the year I started. It still could be.

10) Do you write crossovers?

I wrote a couple chapters of an NCIS/Ace Attorney crossover when I was about 14. It is not on AO3. It is still on fanfiction.net as far as I know.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of! I really doubt it.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I'd love it!

13) Have you ever cowritten a fic?

No. I'm open to the idea in theory but I'm kind of a neurotic control freak about art so I think it would be hard.

14) What's your all time favorite ship?

I guess I have to go classic and say Kirk/Spock, in terms of ships I've written for.

15) What's a WIP you'll probably never finish?

Josh Dies AU will probably never see the light of day but oh do I have some good ideas for it...

16) What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and characterization. I like to think I use narrative devices competently. I have pretty strong grammar and vocabulary fundamentals and that's really helpful.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes are the worst. Sex included, which is why I haven't really written smut in the past. Description can be hard; I think I'm getting better at setting a scene but describing characters and what they're doing is the hardest thing for me. Any kind of action, as simple as nodding or walking across the room, sounds unnatural to me when I write it.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages?

I would only do it if absolutely necessary. If the reader isn't meant to know what the character is saying, I will simply describe that they are speaking in another language. If the reader is meant to know, I will indicate in the dialogue tags and maybe throw in some italics if I think they're called for. I would consider using dialogue in another language if I thought something really called for it, but I'd want to get a professional translator I could work with, and that's obviously not going to happen in a fanfiction setting. I might do the odd word here and there, especially in a language I have some familiarity with, but that's it.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

NCIS. First on AO3 was Supernatural.

20) Favorite fic you've written?

The Emergency Room

I just think it's my best writing. It has a nice theme to it to but I can't take credit for that, I was just reiterating the point the episode already made. I have some WIPs that I think are writing of this quality but this has the benefit of being completed. I have other fics that I think I was more creative with or have more interesting concepts but when I reread this one I go "wow, I wrote that?"

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oneinist · 3 months

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For the WIP procrastination ask meme!!

🤔, 🤡, and 🛠️

Thank you so much for the ask, Cyhyr!!! ✨ ✨ ✨ and sorry to keep you waiting, it's been a crappy start to the new year, but things are looking up! 🤔 What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet? Oh gosh, that would totally be an Iruka Gaiden, where we follow him through his teens into adult life and get to see OG Naruto and Shippuden from his perspective. I think about it a lot, and I have not a single word written down. It's probably not a realistic project for me, not as a longfic anyway, it's a vibe, perfect daydream material. I suppose I could always just write separate scenes and connect them as a series - which wouldn't have crossed my mind if it weren't for your ask so thank you!!!

🤡 How many Wips are you actively working on? 16..... I should maybe update some of them from active to deferred... (I use a naming system in my drive to keep track - active, done, deferred - then I can easilly filter it out). Maybe if I haven't edited the file in 6 months it doesn't count as active? At least not at the moment? (If so we'd be down to 6 but if I count a whole year back then 11). I am a sloooow writer so maybe active within a year is reasonable for me hehehe. So yeah, the amended number is 11.

🛠 Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

A specific drabble came to mind as soon as I read the question! I have this super sweet kkir drabble "Morning light" that should be done and ready to post, it's even betaed (I asked someone to beta for the first time, and they were awesome too!). I just can't get the wording right at the end (the second to last sentence). I know the vibe I want to invoke but I just can't get there, it's supposed to be fluffy and sweet but also nervous about a budding relationship. Every time it pops up in my drive it makes me suffer just a little LOL but I'm still hoping for sudden clarity to fix it.

#answered ask #ask game #fanfiction #Naruto #kkir #kakairu #kakashi x iruka #umino iruka #one answered

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umbralsound-xiv · 8 months

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Silver Linings, For A Sister.

It was late... Or early now, i suppose. I had been writing long enough, but... So many numbers. To think how they died... It was beginning to get difficult to write.

Bexy Amalaryssia slowly pens words into a tiny black book, illuminated by a single candle. Only the crumbs of a rolanberry tart remain, and her tea has been long since drained, indicating she'd been here for a while, at least. The sound of approaching footfalls gives her cause to turn her head, revealing Sayuri at the top of the stairs. Immediately her quill is abandoned, pushing the chair out behind her stand. "---Sayuri?" She asks, looking over her, for signs of tears, for anything. "…Are you well?"

Sayuri Aoki meets Bexy with a soft smile. ".. I'm fine, Bexy. No need to worry." She reassures, taking a few steps closer.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…It is so early… I was worried." She glances over her, and seems at least to accept that she is, in fact, fine. "Couldn't sleep?"

...I know nightmares have plagued her since her departure from that horrid place. I would not be surprised if her presence here was because of it.

Sayuri Aoki: "While my sleep is.. a bit of a struggle.. I have managed some, at least. We rested pretty early, after a little wander and a picnic in the Lavender Beds."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Good, good. I have yet to put my head down, but i had a late evening nap on the deck." Bexy nods upwards, above the spiral staircase. "How was the picnic? I think you briefly mentioned it to me, when we spoke in passing." She smiles, tail wavering at her heels for the comfort in the conversation.

Sayuri Aoki glances towards the mentioned area, nodding gently afterwards. "It was.." She pauses. ".. Emotional, but good. It had a favourable end." Her smile turns a little pained, but it remains.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Emotional." Bexy echoes, but the concern creeps right back in, then. A step sees her close the gap between them, brow knit. "I imagine you've both had a lot to talk about. With him sleeping so often, and others being awake… I can't imagine you've found much time to speak properly until recent. I assume he's sleeping, now?"

Sayuri Aoki's head sank into a slow bob. ".. Plenty of it surrounded the past two moons.." She pauses, her right hand gripping at the hem of her skirt to fidget with it. ".. We.. argued? Not.. anything bad, mind. There was just.. a lot of emotions all at once."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "-Argued-?" Bexy asks, eyes widening at the surprise, and narrowing an ilm as the thought sank in. "What could you possibly argue about? You are home, and safe… Surely he understands this, yes? You both do?"

Sayuri Aoki: ".. He did not want me to go to him, out of fear for my safety. He wanted me to be home.. Safe." Her ears droop a touch, a soft exhale leaving her. ".. Something he likely didn't get to let go of, as.. he was made to read what.. was done to me, in the past." Sayuri's lips pull into a thin line, as a pang of nausea once again creeps up on her upon recalling the information Eir had given her. ".. Since that's apparently something they keep track of."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…So he argued with you based on things that had already transpired? What would it matter? You had made your choice, got him home safe. He would have most assuredly died if you didn't, and he's -upset- for living?" Her words are a little incredulous, as she settles a comforting hand on Sayuri's better shoulder. "…Suppose at the forefront of his mind, it plagued him, having read something like that. It wouldn't be easy to forget about. Bastards… I can't believe they wrote it down. Monsters." Bexy huffs, and briefly glances over her shoulder at the still-open book, giving her pause. "…But you… You two. You settled things? Amiably… I hope?"

...They wrote down their horrors. Gods, for her to know of it. For him to read it... ...My poetry. Killings. Am i... Any different?

Sayuri Aoki: “.. He had resigned to die there, thinking I would not come for a corpse. He’s.. wrong, but.. He wanted to keep me away from them.” Sayuri mumbles, ears drooping. “.. I understand he’s upset about being used as bait, and that I ended up hurt trying to protect him.. Gods know I would be, too.. Had the roles been reversed.” Her head raises a touch, sinking into a new nod. “We did, we just.. Needed that, I believe. To air things that plagued us..” A small smile graced her lips. “.. But I suppose.. One good thing came out of Eir seeing that file..”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…You'd have turned them all into corpses, had they made one of him. I'd have helped. Suppose we made a good start, regardless." Her words edge somewhere between being matter-of-fact, and slightly bitter, even if she means well for it. "…Suppose it makes sense. Better to air your grievences rather than let them stew, especially if you're better for it. Grievances born of love, not bitterness, too." Her head tilts at Sayuri's latter words, brow knitting. "…Oh? Did he learn something important? Something we can use?"

Sayuri Aoki: ".. You're not wrong." Sayuri's smile faded a touch, a deep breath being expelled from her nose. ".. I wish I got more of them than I did, but.. It'll have to do, until I have recovered.." She shifts her weight from one leg to the other, nodding slightly. "There was no anger in it, just.. so much pain, and worry.. But we're okay. Better, actually." She gave a new, small smile - head shifting into a slow shake. ".. No, just.. a personal thing of mine.. That had been lost."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "They'd be stupid to try and come for you now, and moreso after you have recovered. If they dare to, we can find out how brainless they are in a much more -practical- manner." Her painted lips curl into a wicked little smile for only a moment. "…Good. So more a… Very emotional discussion, rather than a full blown arguement. That sets me at ease, some." She lofts a brow at the mention of lost articles. "…I thought i had managed to find everything they took. What did they have? I assume Eir returned it to you?"

Sayuri Aoki: ".. That's assuming -I- won't be the one hunting them, this time." Sayuri's lips tugged downwards. ".. I have unfinished business with at least two of them.. And questions for a third." She pauses, then nods. ".. Well.. It's not.. a physical thing." One ear slowly lowered. ".. My.. date of birth was on it."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "-We-. Like hells am i letting you go alone. And not until you're recovered." Bexy was firm in her words, nodding along as Sayuri spoke. The revelation brings a smile, faintly bittersweet. "…So you know how old you are. And we have a namesday to celebrate?" Bexy smiles, brightening. "…Tell me. Do i still have a -little- sister, as i imagine i do?"

I... Forget, sometimes. That she does not know how old she is. That she does not have a namesday to celebrate... Or at least she didn't, until now. ...A silver lining. I'm glad she learned. I'll be sure to get her something special, when the time arises.

Sayuri Aoki: ".. I wouldn't have it any other way than with you at my side, Bexy." Sayuri's lips turn upwards, her lowered ear flickering back up. ".. Seventh sun of the first Astral Moon, fifteen-sixty." A brief pause. ".. I am.. twenty-seven."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "-Little- sister." Bexy half-cooes, pulling her into a soft embrace. "…A silver lining. I'm glad you know. And i'll ensure you never forget it. I won't even do the horrible thing where i condense your Starlight and Namesday presents into one, with them being so close." She grins.

Sayuri Aoki offered a small pout at the emphasised word, her arms raising to coil around Bexy all the same - returning the embrace. ".. Thank you, for making me fear a thing I never thought possible." An amused snort leaves her, before her ears droop anew. ".. Sadly, the knowledge of it.. makes me do the maths of significant things in my life.. Most of them.. not so great."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…You know how long you were there." Bexy adds, releasing her enough to better see her. "…I can imagine time was hard to keep track of. I… Learned that, myself."

Sayuri Aoki nods slowly. ".. I.. was there significantly longer than I thought.."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…How long?" Bexy asks, tone a little softer, then. "…Any time there is long enough. I… I dread to think of how you endured, before…"

Sayuri Aoki draws a deeper breath, ears flattening. ".. Four cycles." She almost whispers.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Four cycles too long. We'll make them regret every single one of them." Bexy smoothes her hand over Sayuri's shoulder, releasing her fully. "…We got Eir back alive, and you are returned to us. We know your namesday, and scores of them lay dead, and others hopefully for freedom. Vex is our next step, Warden willing. But it… It is a victory, so far… Yes?"

Sayuri Aoki: ".. Some might already do, but I doubt that.. he does." She grimaces briefly, avoiding to utter the Sea Wolf's name as if it'd summon him if she did. But she nonetheless exhales a calmer breath, managing a new smile. ".. It is. And we continue to have victories, each time a more joyous occasion happens."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…We are already winning. He just doesn't know it yet. That we have achieved all we have speaks volumes. He no longer holds the cards. We could march right into the heart of Thanalan, and he wouldn't dare touch us."

I will take her to Azeyma's stone to prove it, one sun. We might be met with resistance, but they won't take her. I won't let them. Nor will i let them stem her freedom in wherever she wants to roam. She's been a prisoner enough by them.

Sayuri Aoki: ".. I.. am not too sure about that, admittedly." She grimaces. "..But I won't claim to know how his mind works." A sharper breath leaves her, before she forces her smile to brighten a touch. ".. But enough about them. I.. have happier things to speak of, still."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Mm? You found out more during your… Time there? Or was it something about the picnic? I did see Eir leaving the kitchen. He even said hello to me, using my name and everything." She grins. "Did he cook something? It smelled sweet…"

Sayuri Aoki: ".. Names are a special thing for him, the fact he used yours is good." She smiles. "Persimmon cakes, very small ones.. They were nice!" Sayuri then rocks back and forth, her smile widening. "I.. am going to require your help, in the.. not-so distant future."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "They are? I… Suppose i've never really noticed, before. Perhaps next time he might let me try one…" She muses, watching the expression with equal parts delight and confusion. "…My help? What for?" A brow lofts, curious. "…Not that i'm inclined to not provide it!"

Sayuri Aoki's grin widens, her left hand rises and settles in front of herself - fingers waggling, and the ring that hugs her left ringfinger on full display.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "---He proposed?! SAYURI?!" Bexy's voice climbs loud enough to almost scream, delight in her tone. "You're going to marry him?!" She exclaims, taking the extended hand to stare at the ring. She already well knew what it looked like, but seeing it on her finger brought a new measure of joy.

It... It was so soon! I only gave him the ring back a sennight ago! Proposed! He proposed! Of all the happy endings... Gods, Sayuri... You deserve this. You deserve to be happy.

Sayuri Aoki: "He did!" She beams a wide smile, nodding sharply. A giggle passes her lips as Bexy grasps onto her hand, her own gaze admiring it while Bexy did too. ".. He -was- going to propose in Thavnair, but.. He didn't want to wait anymore."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…And so he proposed now. And so soon!" She gushes, beaming. "…That is… At least, after now. I… Ah… Might have seen it before." A guilty tinge moves over her expression. "…I found it with the rest of the jewelry i returned to you. I knew in an instant, it was his. He must have carried it everywhere with him; even to dances."

Sayuri Aoki blinks, lips shifting into a small pout at Bexy's admission, even if she's quite clearly not upset about it. ".. He has been carrying it for six moons. He bought it while we were in the East.."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…In the East? So long?" She asks, and even she's a little surprised. "…He asked you, -finally-! Gods, i thought he was going to wait forever! Where will you marry? Here, in Eorzea? The East? You -are- inviting me, yes? What colours? Are you going to wear a dress? Do i still get to help you with vows?" It was difficult to tell who was more excited about the announcement; Bexy, or Sayuri.

Sayuri Aoki makes a straight face at you.

Sayuri Aoki: "-- Twelve, don't forget to breathe, Bexy!" She chuckles. ".. We have agreed on Eorzea, as this is where we met.. The Thavnair trip will now be our honeymoon." She smiles. "I wouldn't even dream of -not- inviting you. You're my sister, you have a place at my side if you wish for it - always." Her head tilts, a thoughtful hum leaving her. "Colours, I.. don't know. And.. I.. might? If I find one I like.. And yes, you still get to help me with the vows."

Sayuri Aoki laughs at you.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Ahh, it's all so exciting! Married! What about his name? Your name? He's going to let you take his name, yes? Gods, it's going to be so lovely… Will you do the pilgimage as is tradition? …I think you getting married in a pale blue, perhaps even a soft grey, would look lovely!" Releasing Sayuri's hand, Bexy pulls her into a much firmer, more excitable hug. "Married, Sayuri! You're going to be -married-!"

Sayuri Aoki: ".. I will be shedding X'aoki's name from mine, and take Fellfrost in it's stead. Eir told me not to feel obligated to take it.. But I'd rather carry the name of the person who loves me over one who doesn't." She smiles, head tilting a touch. "Pale blue.. Maybe. It is a colour I like." Her arms move to wrap around Bexy in return, a soft laughter leaving her. ".. He already called me Missus Fellfrost, to-be but still!"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…It suits you all the better anyway, Missus Fellfrost-to-be!" Bexy laughs, grinning. "…We will have to go dress shopping. Shopping for -other- things, too. I wonder how he feels about blue ribbons instead?" Bexy half-teases. "I hope he has no quarrel about me being his sister-in-law. He shouldn't, considering."

Sayuri Aoki laughs at you.

Sayuri Aoki: ".. I'm sure he won't mind it blue." She smirks. "And I doubt it, he wouldn't have spoken your name if so, I don't think."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "He had best not. Not now i'm helping him plan your wedding, after all. You will be a beautiful bride, Sayuri. He should consider himself lucky, though i'm sure he already does. Have you any plans, or anything you would like in mind already?"

Sayuri Aoki beams at you.

Sayuri Aoki: ".. I'm sure he does." She smiled, shaking her head gently. "..No, not.. really."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Well, i'm certain we'll think of something. I'll try not to make your vows -too- mushy. But i make no promises!"

You beam with delight at Sayuri Aoki.

Sayuri Aoki: ".. Twelve, please." She pouts.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Please? You want me to?" Bexy teases. "Oh, my darling Eir, my heart and soul, nothing makes me happier than to be your wife…" Bexy trails, though her tone is emphasised for dramatic effect.

Sayuri Aoki sees you and blushes with embarrassment.

Sayuri Aoki: "No!"

You burst out laughing at Sayuri Aoki.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Well, it has to have -some- flair to it! What would you want to tell…" Her tone drops an octave, "Only the entire -room- full of people, myself included, about how you feel?"

Sayuri Aoki makes a straight face at you.

Sayuri Aoki: "… Do I have to?"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Well, it's part of the wedding. Don't you want to tell people?"

To pour your heart out in front of so many can be an occasionally onerous task. My own vows were full of such embellishments, but for her i think it would be something more understated. We'll sit down and discuss it. Perhaps after dress shopping!

Sayuri Aoki looks away from you, sulking.

Sayuri Aoki: ".. Being open about feelings… isn't my strong suit, most of the time.. Less so, in front of a group of people.."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…We'll work on it. It's not as though you're going to read something you've not spent bells and bells looking over. And just think! You get to hear him say all kinds of pretty things about you!"

Sayuri Aoki clutches her head dramatically before you.

Sayuri Aoki: ".. Which is fine, in private!"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "---It's only once! Just pretend everyone else isn't there. You'll be fine. You've done scarier things that this." Bexy encourages, grinning. "…We'll go through it soon enough. For now, i'm going to see Laurent. You should catch up with your -own- husband to be, mm?"

Sayuri Aoki pouts. ".. Alright.. And I will."

You beam with delight at Sayuri Aoki.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I'll steal you for shopping soon. Tell him not to hold you too tightly. He has to share."

Sayuri Aoki: "Oh he'll pout.. But I'm sure he can manage."

Sayuri Aoki beams at you.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "He'll have to." Bexy hums, gathering the things she'd left on the table, and moving to the stairs. "I'll see you soon, Sayuri. And congratulations… You deserve only the happiest things."

Gods. To know such a thing makes my heart soar. Married. You will be married, Sayuri. The happiness we have fought so hard for... Finally, it is yours.

#Muse: [Bexy]#Chapter: [Without Mercy]#[What We Want Most]#FFXIV #IC #Screenshot #Writing #Textlog

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filet-o-feelings · 1 year

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I posted 2,397 times in 2022

That's 2,343 more posts than 2021!

406 posts created (17%)

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Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,014 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i basically never got my enhanced license/passport once it became required to cross the border just so i wouldn’t have to drive in montreal

My Top Posts in 2022:

So originally my nano goal was to write 50k of one specific work (Library Boy) but almost immediately after the word count of that surpassed the longest thing I wrote at about 29k I just lost motivation in favor of working on other projects... but I've been tracking all of my writing, and if I write about 4600 words tonight I can still hit 50k words for the month. Not my original goal, but still something to be proud of. So, I'm working on a mainly stream of consciousness fic with nothing but a sentence and a sad personal memory twisted for creative purposes and hopefully lots of fluff.

So here goes... 269/4579

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WIP Wednesday

David: hey are you guys okay over there? I’m going to have to stay with Patrick for the foreseeable future Alexis: oooh David! Mom is worried about her wigs if it gets too cold, but we’re fine. Have fun with your button! David: ugh it’s not like that, I literally have no choice, the ice has trapped me in here Alexis: sure David *wink* how many beds are in his room? David looks over at the bed, not having considered that just yet. Fuck. David: um just one… can you open your door? Maybe you can break the ice from the outside? Alexis: I just tried, I think we’re stuck too. David. I’m stuck in here alone with mom and dad. What am I supposed to do now? David: you’ll be fine. My battery is dying, I’m turning my phone off. I’ll text you from Patrick’s phone later, okay? Alexis: ughh fine. Have fun snuggling with Patrick in his bed! David powers his phone off and looks back up to find Patrick watching him. “I’m hungry. Please tell me you got enough food for both of us?” Patrick throws David a protein bar. “I have enough protein bars to last us weeks, but not much else. We won’t starve, but we’ll probably be craving the cafe’s food by the time we get out of here.” David laughs bitterly, “I can’t imagine that happening, but I really hope you have more than just protein bars.”

Tagging @rosebrewerj @hippolotamus @stereopticons @alysiswriting and anyone else with words to share!

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Bargain + bonus word blanket

For @schittscreekdrabbleblog word of the week

“David Rose, do you understand what it truly means to make a bargain with the devil?”

“Um, are you the devil?”

“Of course I’m the devil. What did you expect the devil to look like?”

“Well, for one, I didn’t expect the devil to roll up in mid range denim and a blue button down looking like a boring business major.”

“Ouch, David. Stereotypes hurt. Now, is this blanket really worth giving up your soul to me for eternity?”

“It’s really fucking soft.”

“Alright, there you go. Eternally comfortable blanket, to keep you extra toasty in the fires of hell.”

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For @schittscreekdrabbleblog word of the week: Inspiration

“I’m really lacking inspiration lately. Can’t you guys get up to some shenanigans or something?” The author says from everywhere and nowhere. “What, I thought you all love this domestic fluff?” Patrick says from the couch as David leaned further into his husband’s arms. “This is true, and you’re being absolutely adorable right now, but there’s only so many ways I can describe the two of you snuggled up together watching another rom-com.” “Sometimes I let him watch sports!” David pipes up, proudly. “And he rarely complains about it anymore.” “Fine, but I’m getting Stevie to shake things up tomorrow.”

53 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

When David's ex, Sebastien Raine, unexpectedly shows up in Schitt's Creek, David enlists the help of a stranger on the street to pretend to be his boyfriend in an attempt to get rid of Sebastien.

Chapter one

(thanks @statueinthestone for the banner! 💛)

63 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

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