Lover's Quarrel #1

Thoughts and short story part. 1 ->

(Celio geht mir derzeit einfach nicht aus dem Kopf. Und weil ich befürchte, wir werden keinen neuen content zu ihm bekommen (DIE HOFFNUNG STIRBT ZULETZT), nutze ich... was wir haben...)

In diesem Universum halten sie es eben doch miteinander aus. Celios Familie, seine Vergangenheit, stellt ebenfalls keine Bedrohung, Celio versucht ein ehrbarer Jungunternehmer zu werden da UND sie wohnen zusammen)

Als Moritz in die Wohnung kam, begrüßte ihn ein sichtlich verstimmter Celio. In der Ecke stand dessen Reisekoffer und die Laptoptasche, die immer mit auf Geschäftsreise nahm. Oh verdammt! Wie hatte er die Rückkehr seines Freundes vergessen können? Nein, einen Augenblick. Er hatte es nicht vergessen. Gestern Nachmittag wollte er alles für Celios Rückkehr vorbereiten. Dann aber klingelte sein Handy und Ina hatte ihn auf das Revier beordert, obwohl er frei genommen hatte. Leider war ihr aktueller Fall sehr einnehmend und um zeitnah allen Infos nachzugehen, wurde er eben gebraucht. Moritz erinnerte sich noch an Inas entschuldigende Worte und das er die verlorene Zeit nach Fallabschluss unverzüglich nachholen durfte. Allerdings brachte ihm dies gerade nichts. Anstelle von einer Umarmung oder einem liebevollen Kuss, trafen ihn diese vorwurfsvollen Rehaugen. „Hey…“, Moritz versuchte sich mit einem erfreuten Lächeln. Keine Antwort. Celio kam die Stufen herunter und griff direkt nach der Decke auf der Couch. Celio schwieg noch immer, legte die Decke zusammen und zog diese quälende Stille in die Länge. Der Italiener nahm Platz und zündete sich eine Zigarette an. Den Blick wendete er nur für einen Moment von Moritz ab. Aber noch immer kein Wort. Dabei stellte er sich schon vor, wie Celios warme Stimme seine Namen sagte. Nur dieser strafende Blick. Okay, genug geschwiegen. Moritz straffte die Schultern. Ihm fiel es doch sonst nicht so schwer mit Celio zu sprechen. „Wieso hast du nichts gesagt“, damit war der Moment vorbei und Celio konnte all seinen Unmut in diese kleine Frage stecken. „Celio… das ging gestern alles wahnsinnig schnell. Du weißt doch, wie das bei mir laufen kann“, natürlich wäre Moritz lieber hier gewesen und verschränkte die Arme. „Mich interessiert eigentlich weniger, dass du zu einem Fall gerufen wurdest“, dies wunderte Celio am wenigsten, „Mich interessiert viel eher, wieso ich in unserer Wohnung komme und zwei fremde Männer… halbnackt auf unserer Couch liegen.“

--- to be continued ---

Her last chapter (A/n: i woke up and choose violence today- ALSO FIRST POV and short)

The mirror was correct; I'm afraid I never belonged in that place. Clawed my way out of that rabbit hole, hoping for the feeling of sanity once again.

"Good morning-"

"-I will take her order, the usual Miss Kurosu?" The attendant asked me, cutting off his co-worker. Maybe that day I wished for the unusual like I felt in that place...

"Yes. The usual." But, perhaps coffee wasn't the answer for it.

I step to the corner of the counter a heavy sigh leaving my lungs in a twirl. After leaving that twisted place, I seek for my dreams, I hoped for something between the lines of creativity, I craved for recognition. And that's when I wrote my book, "Twisted wonderland." Sure, it was not a creativity tittle, since it was the name of the place, but no one needed to know. No one knew the story written in the book was my life.

"Yuuna Kurosu."

The call out for my name made my head snap up to where the server had my order in their hands.

"Thank you." I took the coffee, heading back to the streets.

The book? A success. People came up with their theories, questions that not even I, the author, could answer.

"Miss Kurosu!" But, there was one question specifically they would all ask me. I turn my head with the hand on the doorknob. It was a teenager girl with my book in her hands. When she noticed she caught my glance, the was a small sight of embarrassment, but when she approached me, she tried to remain calm. "I've read your book, so many times... But, never understood. If Yuui, loved Vian. Why she didn't stayed?"

The only question, I would never know how to answer. As if, they could see right through me, that I wouldn't be able to have an answer. If Yuuna, loved Vil. Why did she left? That is what I would hear.

"Sometimes, the concept of love for some people, just isn't meant to be." Was my enigmatic answer for a straight forward question.

Of course, the teenage girl hums in confusion.

"Can I get a picture?" She asked me.

I nod.

Awhile, she took out her phone, I wondered myself the question. Did I left because the dark mirror was right? Did I never actually belonged?

The silence with a smile on my face, as the girl thank me after getting her picture, made me reflective.

I didn't hold grief for not belonging.

I held pain for not belonging with him.

The last kiss, was the last chapter of Yuui's book. The continuing pain of my life, was the tale not to be told.

What if I jump from a bridge

What

What if mayhaps

I end my misery right here right now

You're evil. You're so evil. You're so mean. How dare you. To make my pookie sad like this. How. How could you. You're lucky this isn't canon. I will get my revenge.

here, have this...

@aithusarosekiller @espressopatronum454 @olivers-cocoapuffs

/ mmmm thimkimbg maybe I should do a plotting call

New chapter on my oneshot book, this time it's about N x J

It might be unnatural, but it doesn’t feel wrong to sleep in the day, to dream while awake.

Adrian J. Gonzalez

art dump

Is there any monogamous characters in DKC?

The answer is no.

Monogamy DOESN'T EXIST in the Donkey Kong Country universe

Kongs? Polyamorous.

Kremlings? Polyamorous.

Any other species i forgot the name but i know they exist? Polyamorous.

All of their hearts are too big for just one person, they all share ☆☆☆

Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio - Finding Your Story's Theme

Every iconic film has a great theme behind it. Journey along Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio to learn what is a narrative theme and how you can use it to elevate your story.

it’s wip wednesday and i actually have some shit to post bc realizing that aood is now two(!!!) yrs old gave me motivation ig lol. so here’s part of the fic im working on rn lol

He wakes with a gasp, scream on his tongue strangled by the chill sunken into his bones, ice cutting into him and making the pain feel physical. He coughs roughly into his lap, one hand bracing him on the arm of his deck chair, the other pressed to his chest. It goes on for what feels like forever, throat burning, eyes tearing up; it feels endless in a way Getou has never known before, something as painful as it is unfamiliar. 

It sends him to a place absent of thought, of anything besides the physicality of the experience. He is taken over by the taste of blood seeping into his mouth, by the pressure of his nails digging into his chest, by the retching he can feel begin in his diaphragm. The water pooling in his eyes shakes free with the force of the coughs and so he cries and can’t quite say if it’s the pain or not. He is run through by the experience, left helpless as it tears into him. Unable, even, to think, he is left consumed.

i feel like this is the type of thing ive seen ppl tag ppl in but like no pressure!!!

@pencilofawesomeness @quenchiestcactusjuice99 @yuki-mxivo @wind-becomes-lightning @r-dtoblack @butter--peanut and anyone else who wants to!!

scratches my head……

Oh to be a controvertial latin american writer who dissapears under mysterious circumstances/ sar

finally getting started on snf week🫡

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The moon fell in love with the sun

They craved being together

But they never got the chance,

The day never met the night.

Eclipses always ended up in someone blinded.

When the sun met the moon,

The fire burned a hole in miss M.

But she knew the feeling.

Way too familiar

The gravitation so strong

They couldn't help orbiting each other

(Blame it on Kepler)

There was a terrible crash

The destruction brought the end of the world as they knew it

All life is gone now.

Yelyah <3

Idk how to feel about this lol it kinda sucks but whatever