#<- copper is fine btw

[bluepr1ntyy]

Brainrot and a lot of yapping here and in tags

Second Reaper drawing has Raven angst context that I yapped about with @yeloenk, @lushciqqs and @clownray1 lol

Trying to figure out uhh how I characterize Reaper, Bluebird, Stellar and Copper? I guess??? And More shipkids :3

Raven redesignnnn/headcanons too,, for fun

Raven by @echoiarts

BluePrint by @pepper-mint

Reaper by renrink, Stellar by julliahantzee-blog, Bluebird by drawingerror, Copper by lunalight123, the rest by me :3

@doodlesphxre

[vigilskeep]

one thing i really like abt my new friend tegwen is that the way the blood splatter lands on their face absolutely makes them look like a vampire. i feel obliged to make them a reaver frankly

[gonzodangerfeels]

I need to remember the pimps come from the slums and shouldn't be looked at directly.

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

Pepe Le Pew is a lie.

In real life it was the kitty chasing the skunk

Can you blame her? Have you ever listened to cats having sex?

[osachiyo]

❏ SEETHING ENVY !

﹙ ✿ ﹚──��includes : dazai, chuuya, kunikida, ranpo, fyodor & nikolai x fem! reader

﹙ ✿ ﹚── content warnings : nsfw content, jealousy, threats of cheating, toxic relationship in nikolai's, pussy slapping, choking, scratching, name calling, degradation, msub in Dazai’s, yandere reader in Nikolai's, edging, toys, oral (m & f receiving), brief mention of murder and torture but it's very vague, throat fucking etc

﹙ ✿ ﹚── synopsis : jealousy jealousy

﹙ ✿ ﹚── author's note : I know the sneak peak of this post had a different title but I think this one suits it way more. Happy reading! Requests are open btw! ♡

﹙ ✿ ﹚── MINORS DNI

DAZAI ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆  

Dazai loves to see all of your reactions. He finds them so amusing. Your eyes shining bright like stars when you're happy, when you're practically jumping with excitement, your cheeks heating up when you're flustered, your pretty eyes narrowing and brows furrowing when you're angry or upset, your eyes glossing over as they threaten to overspill the tears when you're sad...He loves to see them all. So that's why he comes up with the idea to make you jealous. I mean, what could go wrong?

You watch your lover’s eyes roll back from overstimulation, his cock swollen and angry from being used so many times. But you didn’t care, just like he didn’t care about how pissed you’d be while flirting with that waitress from the cafe. God, was it infuriating. But it’s alright, you would never miss a chance to mark your man up nicely, your nails clawing on his back while he hissed from the sting. But he didn’t complain, he actually enjoyed the pain of you marking your ownership over him.

“You fucking manwhore, how many times did you cum?” You scoffed, your hips not slowing down. You slapped his cheek gently when he didn’t answer, the soft flesh damp with sweat and your slick. He opened his eyes, looking up at you riding the soul out of him, your soft tits bouncing with every slam, your plump ass meeting his hips while he massaged the soft fat. “Fuck- uh.. four?—“ he wheezed when your hands wrapped around his throat even tighter, making it hard for him to breathe. “Wrong answer… let’s keep going until you get it right- Haah— okay?” He could only throw his head back in response, shooting blanks into your puffy cunt.

He had a long night ahead of him.

CHUUYA ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆  

Chuuya was a very confident man. He was confident in himself and your relationship. But that stupid fuck Dazai—

“Hey~ Belladonna, are you here alone?” Dazai smirked, taking your hand in his larger one before gently kissing your palm. “You look like you could use some company, no?” He was about to kiss your knuckles but suddenly— “She’s fine.” Your hand gets snatched away by your boyfriend, Chuuya. Dazai shows a face of disgust before sighing in disappointment. “Yeah okay, whatever. If you need some better company, don’t be shy to ask Chuuya for my number, pretty gi—!” A punch was thrown at his face.

“Stupid fucking suicidal piece of shit..” Chuuya mumbled, head squashed between your thighs which were decorated with bruises. Shades of purple and blue staining your pretty skin as he sucked on it, dangerously close to your core. His hand smoothed out the fabric of your expensive dress. When you agreed to go to a bar with your fiancé, you didn’t expect to be eaten out by him in one of the fancy bathroom stalls. Your hands were struggling to find something to stabilize yourself. “Chuuya..what if someone— mm..what if someone comes in..?” He only groaned in response, finally taking you into his warm mouth while his hands played with the soft fat of your ass. “Let them.” He muttered into your pussy, the vibrations of his gruff voice made your toes curl as your hand came down to find itself tangled in his copper locks. As if the universe had heard you, someone walks in. You put your other hand over your mouth, trying your best to silence any noises that could slip out. Then suddenly— the unknown man spoke and you recognized that voice easily. It was Dazai.

Chuuya only pulled away and smirked, before diving in with ten times more effort. He had to prove to Dazai that only he could pleasure you like this and you were his.

KUNIKIDA ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆  

Kunikida, bless this man's heart, was the best husband you could ask for. He had it all, looks, stable income, intelligence and he was sweet. You loved how nice he was to you, always making sure you're comfortable and happy. He was the ideal man of your dreams. But as much as you loved him being sweet and kind to you...you wanted something more. You wanted to get on his nerves, wanted to be manhandled by him. So what better way to do that than to make him jealous?

"Stay fucking still." Your husband growled, frantically unbuckling his belt while he held you down with one hand. Once he finally got the belt off, he tied it around your wrists, the expensive leather burning against your soft skin. "You wanna act like a brat? You're gonna get fucked like one." He spit, flipping you over so you laid on your stomach. "Count." That was the last thing you heard until— 'smack!' His calloused hand came down harshly on your ass, making you jolt from the impact. "O-one!" You hissed, your grip tightening on his silk sheets. There was a long pause before the next hit, which was absolutely brutal. The pain shoots through your entire body like electricity while all you can do is writhe and bawl your eyes out, " two- fuuck- 'm sorry! Please! Kuni—" He only scoffed, his fingers dip into your soaked folds and he raises an eyebrow, "You act like you hate it, but your cunt is practically gushing." He tsks, spreading your lips and this time landing a hit on your puffy 'n swollen clit. "Clearly you haven't learnt your lesson if you're still leaking like a desperate whore."

RANPO ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆  

Ranpo's and your's relationship was interesting, to say the least. You two always bickered playfully, sometimes even pranking each other. One time he even put some neon pink dye in your shampoo. But besides that, you wanted revenge. And what better way to get revenge than flirting with his own rival?

You could almost taste your sweet orgasm coming, ready to push you towards the edge but then— Ranpo turns the vibrator off with a laugh, clearly satisfied to see your misery. "How's that, sweetheart?" He smirked, wiping your tears off with his thumbs. You could only babble in response, too fucked out to think any coherent thought but the need to cum.

Ranpo smiles mischeviously, pushing your thighs apart to make room for himself. He licked his lips at the sight of your drooling pussy. A finger pressed the vibrator against your clit and your head tipped back on the pillow. "Thank you for the meal~" He sung before diving head first into your cunt, the vibrator working it's magic against your clit.

FYODOR ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆  

Why were you doing this again? Oh yeah, because that stupid Kolya told you to. You were just hoping and praying to the heavens above that you wouldn't be dead after this. It's a stupid idea but the prize was well worth the pain. All you had to do is flirt with Nikolai and Sigma for one whole day. Surely he wouldn't...mind that much, would he?

Wrong, is what you thought to yourself while you processed the entire situation. You were tied with deep purple ribbons, restricting you against the headboard of the bed. A ring gag in your pretty mouth, a collar around your throat and lastly, a blindfold over your beautiful eyes. You could only hear his footsteps, circling around you like he's the predator and you're his prey.

"So, Milaya, what were you thinking pressing your tits against Sigma like a slut?" His footsteps stopped, it was eerily quiet in the room after Fyodor had stopped speaking. "I did not know that I chose a stupid slut off the streets who will seduce anyone as my wife," he tsked. You felt the bed dip and creak, then a large bony hand was splayed across your bare thigh. "You are one lucky woman that I am not abandoning you. Clearly you don't know who your master, who your God is." He plunged two fingers in your mouth, watching you gag and sputter around them. His other hand was now wrapped around your delicate throat, giving it an experimental squeeze. He thrusted his fingers in and out of your mouth while choking you. You suddenly felt the smooth material of his slacks grinding against your bare cunt, soaking the fabric with your sweet slick.

If only you could see the almost maniacal smile he wore while doing so.

NIKOLAI ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆  

Fucked up, that's what your relationship with Nikolai was. But you didn't care. You loved him and he loved you. All you thought about was him and only him, never even speaking to another man unless you had to. But did he do the same? No he didn't. He'd purposefully flirt and let other women cling onto him like a damn leech, not because he enjoys their attention, no, he did it to rile you up. Watching as you threaten the women viciously, your tone dangerously low as you speak to them. It gets the adrenaline rushing through his veins when you brutally torture and murder these women who he had approached first.

Your face was stained with blood and Nikolai's precum as he tapped the head of his heavy cock against your cheek, montioning for you to open up. You obeyed like the good little girlfriend you were, tongue hanging out and all as you accepted his throbbing cock into your warm mouth, gagging slightly as it hit the back of your throat. He shuddered, grinning down at you, his gloved hand holding your hair up in a makeshift ponytail while you tried your best not to let your eyes roll back. It wasn't even all the way in yet. "Oh just look at you~ struggling to take my cock, dove? Should I get a new bitch, then? I bet she could take my cock f—" His breath hitched and hips stuttered when you suddenly look him all the way down to the base, throat contracting around him. "There we go... I knew you had it in you, pretty thing." Tears were flowing down your cheeks at this point, it fucking hurt. Nikolai let go of your hair and gripped the back of your head instead, slowly pulling you off of his cock until only the tip was inside then slamming back in with full force.

You definitely needed some medicine after.

©sachiyoh— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, likes and reblogs are very appreciated♡

[lolkitkatbar]

GRAHAHAHAHHAHARHAHJEHDGEIDOIFNWPQZGOSAO SNWOLSLLWK2IEOHE

Uzi is definitely on Copper-9 here. Which might mean that copper-9 isn't completely blown up and everyone isn't dead? That, or she may be hallucinating this. I'm not sure

I theorize that this is the point where J realizes Tessa has been dead and she was working with Cyn this whole time. It could also be the fight with the blonde siblings but her facial expressions make me think otherwise

How Uzi survives this is beyond me. My best theory is that she's secretly a god

lowkey thought she was using the force in this shot (The tail is picking it up)

Appreciate that as more episodes come out, they do more with the fact their screens can change into litterally anything

Cyn trying to distract Uzi from the planet being eaten by rizzing her up

KHAN JUMPSCARE

(Btw Khan has completely changed. From cowardly to, for some reason, badass. Ig that's fine but i don't know how I feel about it being such an instant change. LIKE WHAT HAPPENED TO MAKE HIM DO A WHOLE 180!)

WELL LIT SKYN! WELL LIT SKYN!

Either N or J flying this thing right now, but I'm gonna guess N since he has a history of being a pilot

Speaking of N, we didn't get much of him. I mean, we did get a few shots but nothing interesting. Wonder what he has doing on

Didn't see V in the trailer, but it's probably so that it's a better surprise when the episode comes out

Also yes, this is the official finally. We can no longer be in denial. Odd that Glitch advertised the entirety of MD as season 1 (which would indicate that there would be multiple seasons???) But oh well, if Liam says it ends here then it ends here. Works of art are best not to be dragged out past it's prime.

[theteasetwrites]

The Wrinkle

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader ❧ Era: Season 9/10 Interim (The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning series) ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: very vaguely sexual if you squint (just some kissing and a butt grab) ❧ Word Count: 1.3k

❧ Summary: Aging is a natural part of life, but when you notice a wrinkle, it's hard not to be a little sad. Your husband, however, reminds you that you're still just as beautiful, and so is your wrinkle.

❧ A/N: Another oneshot that takes place in the same universe as my series because I am procrastinating writing the last chapters 😀 (but tbh this fic also works as a standalone piece because I didn't really reference anything that happens in the series). I just want to keep writing for them forever, you know? Anywho, I was inspired by all the anti-aging talk on social media I've been seeing lately. People have always been obsessed with looking young, and skincare companies often profit off that insecurity, which is something I've been thinking about a lot. I haven't seen anything where the Reader is a little insecure about her aging, so why not write a comfort fic about that? Aging is beautiful, btw. 💕

Honey, olive oil, aloe, oats…

You’d tried everything, every natural ingredient you could get your hands on. Every moisturizer you made seemed to work on some level—your skin was always soft, at least. The dryness was quenched, and, most importantly, you were happy with your face, for perhaps the first time in your life. 

Happy, until one night, you saw it. 

“Oh, God,” you gasped, leaning over the bathroom sink as you rubbed in your moisturizer just the same way you did every night. Tonight, though, was different. By the light of the lantern you’d placed on the shelf beneath the mirror, you saw the smallest sliver of a… You couldn’t even bear to think of the word. 

It was a line, near the outer corner of your eye. It curved downwards slightly, representing the movement of your cheek when you smiled. Only now, you weren’t smiling. You were frowning in disappointment at the image in the mirror. How could you be getting crow’s feet at this age? You were still young, weren’t you? Aren’t I? 

“Everythin’ okay in there?” Daryl’s voice called out from the bedroom, just beyond the door. “Been in there a while, hon.”

“Fine.” Not fine. “Just moisturizing.” Lots of good it does.

“Well, hurry up, woman,” he teased. “I gotta take a piss.”

You scoffed, turning the copper knob of the door with a slippery, oily hand. “Come in,” you sighed. “I’m almost done anyway.” You turned back to face the mirror, dabbing another few fingertips worth of moisturizing cream. 

He shook his head as he watched you meticulously massaging the concoction until it was completely absorbed by your skin. It was always a fascinating sight. He never understood it completely, but just as you allowed him to engage in his interests, he allowed you yours. Still, he couldn’t help but think sometimes you cared too much about looking pretty, when to him, you didn’t need to put any effort in at all. 

“You’re beautiful,” he said, placing a rather drawn out kiss upon your shoulder, where the skin was exposed by your thin strapped nightie. His hand rubbed your other shoulder, taking his opportunity to feel how naturally soft you were, even without moisturizer. 

You offered a reluctant smile as you looked back at him in the mirror. “Thank you… I don’t feel like it.”

Now that baffled him. You’d never been very confident in yourself, he knew that. You were alike in that way. It was tiresome for him, though. He knew your beauty better than anyone, and for you to not see it was heartbreaking. Then again, you felt the same way when he refused to accept his beauty. You were both much too humble for your own good.

Still behind you, he swept back a handful of your hair, revealing the supple flesh of your neck. “Why not?” he asked, then gave himself the pleasure of tasting your neck with his gentle, slightly ticklish lips. That always made you feel better. Usually.

“I—I… just found a wrinkle.”

Detaching his lips, he looked up at you to furrow his brow. As he searched your face, each curve and line so familiar to him, he couldn’t see anything had changed. 

“What’re you talkin’ ‘bout, girl?”

You reached over to turn up the flame in the lantern, brightening the small bathroom. “Look.” You pointed to the spot just at the corner of your eye. “A little wrinkle, right by my eye.”

Squinting didn’t help. He leaned forward, still trying to see what the hell you were so worried about. Finally, he pinpointed the vague, shallow line, almost more like a little shadow that stood on its own. It was hardly anything to him.

“Pfft,” he scoffed. “That ain’t a wrinkle.” He ran his hand through the hair on his scalp to pull back his bangs, putting his face completely on display for you. “You wanna see wrinkles? Looky here.”

Only Daryl could make you snort when you felt like feeling sorry for yourself. “Stop,” you laughed. “You hardly have any wrinkles. Besides, you’re older than me anyway. I’m only thirty-two.”

“Yeah,” he said. “And you got no damn wrinkles. Even if ya did, you’d still be a stone cold fox, so just believe me when I say you’re the most beautiful damn woman in the world, okay?” 

Though you were sure you’d never believe that, it did feel terribly good to know Daryl still found you attractive. It was ingrained in you to want, to need, approval from men, and it took you a long time to get out of that mindset. Hell, it was still there to an extent, but Daryl was the only man whose approval you cared about now, only because you knew he’d never break your heart or take advantage of that trust you put in him.

“Daryl,” you laughed, your cheeks filled with a hot blush at his words. “Thank you, but—”

When his hands cupped your cheeks, his gaze softened, as if to make sure you knew what he was doing. Of course, you did. He kissed you, his lips enjoying the taste of your natural moisturizer. A small whimper from you melted into his mouth like candy on his tongue, while your arms tangled loosely around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer to you. 

You always loved the feeling of his warm, strong hands upon your hips, gently squeezing the soft flesh there. He’d often lower his right hand, using it to squeeze your bottom, always making you squeak softly against his lips. 

“Oh!” you laughed. He was so predictable. “Stop it!” You playfully slapped at his bare chest, with little to no strength in your flimsy hands. Because he knew you weren’t serious, he squeezed a little more, causing you to stand on your tippy toes and gasp a little more. If anyone could distract you from your little insecurities, it was Daryl. 

His lips poked at every little spot of skin on your face, which was scrunched up in faux annoyance. Your laugh, and your wide, toothy grin, were proof enough that his wild, impromptu kisses and less than innocent bottom-squeezes were working like a charm. 

“What am I gonna do with you, angel?” he asked, his lips becoming tired and his mouth beginning to downturn in a sudden expression of seriousness. His weather-worn fingers lifted your hair from your face, pinning it back behind your ears. There was an unmistakable hurt in his eyes. Only you knew the extent of his sensitivity, his ability to feel what you felt. When you told him that you don’t feel beautiful, it killed him. “What do I gotta do to make ya see how perfect you are?”

You sighed as you watched your own hands absentmindedly rub his broad shoulders, the smattering of freckles all over them always a comfort to you. Many nights you’d lay in his arms, just counting them as his low, gravelly voice lulled you into a deep, warm sleep. 

“Just hold me,” you said. “That makes me feel beautiful, being close to you.”

That smile of his always melted you, had you like putty in his hands. It was small and a little lopsided, and you could only see a sliver of his wide, slightly jagged teeth, but it was like your life force. Seeing him smile, seeing him happy, for just one minute, meant everything to you. Of all people you’d ever met, he deserved, more than anyone, to be happy. That was your job. 

“All right, pretty girl.” He pulled you close once again to press a small kiss to your forehead. “I’ll hold ya.” Just like he did every night. Still, you could never get enough of it.

“But first,” he added, letting go of you, “I gotta take a piss.”

He was always so romantic.

~

Thanks for reading! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!

Masterlist

[fruitbasketball]

wnba recap 7/7

moment of silence for how good paige madison looked at that storm game bc ever since i seen that tennis chain i’ve been acting stupid

okay now time to lock in

atlanta dream vs connecticut sun

um exactly the outcome that is expected. didn’t even let them SNIFF a lead damn 😭 smoking them the whole game 💀

that being said - haley jones girl. 21 mins for 5 points and 3 pfs. baby. what would tara say??

bench production was okay. HENNY MINUTES don’t y’all dare play with her please bro 🙏🏽

omg db was ridiculously efficient btw. 7-11 fgp and 7-9 3pfg DAMNNNNN GIRL

also shoutout at for a slight little triple flirt - 7 points, 9 assists, 7 rebounds. LIV minutes bro 2-9 from the field is crazy liv bro please 😭😭 you too nai bro what the fuck is going on in connecticut

anyway uhhh good win! could’ve been better!

dallas wings vs. las vegas aces

aight we got a repeat of last year’s playoffs and it ended very similarly to last year’s playoffs! which is to say dallas got blown the fuck out.

this team is frustrating to watch. their post work is sloppy, and it’s clear that rike is overcompensating and chucking shots up MORE to make up for the fact that sa is out and maddy siegrist is out too.

that being said, natasha howard had a great game, and rike shot 4-11. lord i can’t do this anymore 💀

every single one of the vegas starters with a ridiculous +/- btw. +21, +26, +27, +22, +19 like hate the game not the player bc that’s a fun ass team to watch icl to y’all.

i only watched part of this game, and it was the part where dallas actually had the lead?? tf?? but then a’ja dropped a 28 point double on their heads and shit was wraps obviously. she also hit 3 three’s btw. if anyone was wondering. and she was 3-4. light work i guess 💀

good game kate martin - if anyone knows what that tech was for pls lmk!

chicago sky vs. seattle storm

LOLLLL admins were being sooooo messy about this 😭 “emphasis on you THOUGHT” good fucking bye

is it really a sky game if angel reese doesn’t get her double double??

yesss dana evans and diamond deshields give us nothingggg yesss!!!!

a double double for nneka, double double for ezi, and no minutes for nika muhl! none for nika muhl!

i kick my feet at everything jewell loyd does i love her so bad i could just faint but JORDAN HORSTON. call urself a lady vol one more time. 33 minutes without a single field goal made is ridiculous. do better.

phoenix mercury vs. los angeles sparks

TASH. CLOUD. 30 PIEEEEEEEECEEEE ‼️

KAHLEAH. COPPER. 25 PT DOUBLEEEEE ‼️

yeah nuff said about this game they were supposed to win (good game dearica) and they won does anyone know where dee went tho

god bless the phoenix mercury and their fine ass starters 😮‍💨

[loversberceuse]

v-valkyrie lore🤲🤲🤲 valkyrie lore pls, how did we save his eye🤲🤲

(i am in love w/ your writing btw, and the entire concept of this all is just so interesting i am extraordinarily invested🥺👉👈)

that is so sweet, thank you so much :) i'm happy you enjoy it!!

valkyrie lore, you say...

(TW for blood and injury!!)

Sneaking out of your hideout in the dead of night seemed genius at the time. The plan was simple. Run out, head to a local shop for supplies, and come back before anybody even noticed you were outside.

Yeah, right.

Getting out of your hideout has been much easier than you'd expected it to be. It does make sense, considering you have no yandere after you. How lucky.

You decide to exit through the back door of the small mattress shop you had managed to take shelter in when the chaos had begun. While it is a comfortable place to sleep, the lack of general supplies makes the location less than ideal. Oh well, it's definitely better than nothing at all. You grab your backpack off the hook next to the door. While there isn’t much in it right now, it does hold some medical supplies.

You gently shut the door behind you and begin your cautious walk to the shop. The night air, though usually crisp and clean, is now stale. There's no lights on in the city anymore, no more fast food places open, no more normalcy. Despite the odd feeling of the new world you now have to get used to, you push yourself to walk further away from your safe haven.

Rounding the corner to the alley you like to take as a shortcut to the shop, the stench of copper wafts up to your nose. Stopping in your tracks and turning on your flashlight, you decide to look around the small alleyway. While there's nothing directly nearby, a shadow at the end of the alley draws your attention. With a bout of confidence, you decide to approach.

There's a mysterious figure sitting on the ground, leaning their back against the wall, head in their hands. You tilt your flashlight away from their face as to not blind them, and you kneel down just far enough away enough to be considered a safe distance. You squint your eyes to make out the figure. After a bit of silence, a faint dripping sound becomes audible.

Startled, you muster up the courage to speak, "Is.. Is everything okay?"

The figure, for the first time since you'd seen them, decides to move their head up to look at you. They let out what seems to be a soft chuckle, but it's easy to be unsure considering the situation. "I've been better, but this isn't too bad."

Although you're happy to get a good look at their face, you can't help but notice that the left side of it is absolutely caked in blood. “How.. Uh.. Aren’t you bleeding..?”

The figure shrugs, “Yeah, I am. But it’ll stop eventually, right?”

“I dunno if that’s how that works, but.. Is there anything I can do to help?”

They slowly reach up to move their red-tinged hair away from their face, and you move the flashlight a bit closer to get a better look.

Upon closer inspection, it seems as though they’ve lost an eye. This person seems to be a guy, his hair dyed blonde at the ends. Despite the pain he must be in, he still offers you a soft smile. “No idea! Can you?”

You’re unsure of where the person that did this to them went, so you immediately look around to be sure it’s safe to stay here.

“If you’re worried about where the other person went, it’s fine. He’s gone, no worries.” He continues to smile. For once, though, it’s not unsettling. He seems to be trying to make light of the situation by making jokes. What a weird guy.

You sigh and scoot closer to him. “I can help. Luckily for you, I brought my bag with me. I just have bandages right now, but we could fix it a little better later. Is that okay?”

His working eye narrows, and he stares at your face for a couple of seconds. After this small pause, he shrugs yet again. “Okay.. That’s fine.”

You nod and take your backpack off, gently tossing it on the ground beside you. As you begin to look through it, the man moves a bit closer to see what’s inside. You grab the bandages and push the bag closer to him. It’s better to establish trust in this situation, so you figure letting him see what’s inside is a good first step.

“Okay, I’m going to move closer and wrap your eye up. Are you okay with that?”

He’s busy looking through your bag, and he just offers you a nod. “Yeah, it’s okay.”

With his approval, you scoot even closer to him. Unfortunately, you’re close enough to him for your knees to be saturated in the liquid that was falling from his face just moments ago. What an uncomfortable feeling. Despite this, you begin to unwrap up the bandage. Once you think there’s enough, you start to wrap it around his face. “Everything feel okay?”

“I dunno, I can’t see now.” He chuckles, a real one this time.

You sigh at his joke, continuing your work. “Okay, that was.. That was funny. I laughed.”

“But.. You didn’t laugh.”

“I laughed in my head.”

Wrapping up his eye is complete, and you attach a few strips of medical tape to keep it secure. It’ll work, at least for now.

He finally moves to stand up, and you offer an arm to help. He doesn’t take your arm, but he does use the wall to support himself on his way up. “I’m Valkyrie, by the way, but you can call me Valk if you wanna.”

You introduce yourself as well, grabbing your bag up off the ground as you do. “If you wanna come with me, we should hurry. It’s not exactly safe out here.”

He offers you a warm smile and holds an arm out for you to take. You accept the offer, linking your arms together, and the two of you start heading back towards your little mattress shop.

Maybe this is a good thing. You’ve found yourself a companion, after all. While you’re unsure of whether or not he’ll stay, you do secretly hope he does. Maybe, just maybe, you finally have someone you can call a friend.

Alrighty, this is a good start! I’ll write more Valk lore later, but this is all we have for right now. :)

It is a general backstory! If you want more of what happens after this, I’d be happy to write it.

Thanks for the ask again, and I hope you enjoyed!

[zennjiwrlds]

Hola, I'm back for more food. Can I request a poly sbg (again.) with a fem reader who is like Wonyoung from Ive (and she's an undercover singer and they all find out because they searched up her group name because they heard people *cough cough *Barron* talking about her (yummy)

CLANDESTINE | sbg gang X wonyoung!reader | m. list

tw. none/barron the stank 🤮🤮

a/n. ew barron mentioned smh!! 🙀 also i know i did this very late but uh here u go 🐢🐢,, i think it'll be a oneshot mixed w some drabbles too cuz!!

a/n#2. also new style?! 🗣️ enjoy btw!!

Being a conspiratorial idol is a struggle ━━━ for the most part of studying at a school where some ruckus or tumult occuring most of the time, a majority of times, you'd have to wear a mask when you're not that congenial nor cozy in public, although as luck would have it, you're glad none of your friends at least knew your whole idol type of experience neither your existence as an artist. thence, you're pretty much at ease hanging around them, so you wouldn't really wear your mask on.

Until a fucking guy named “Barron” whom supposedly the school's trouble maker and a mass shitty manipulator ━━━ was talking about your whole secret identity with his friends or other schoolfellows in the corridors, they were crowding the confined hallway until you came making everyone proceed to you, presumably asking for an autograph, picture, etc. though everyone eventually stopped when a schoolmaster came in your way. you expected your group of friends to be here early than you yet your expectations failed to avail. at least for you.

The following day came, you were slightly overwhelmed or easily agitated, all owing to the fact yesterday and mostly Barron. and there he was again, talking about you for the fact that he still continued till now, and shit you were literally about to throw hands for that guy until Taylor suprised you from behind, and it added MORE problems to your mind, one, your circle of friends might hear what that boy is talking about, two, they might hate you for hiding it from them, three, they'll leave you forever leaving no friends which is pretty much a skill issue, four you'll become depressed over a simple problem which is huge to you.

Nonetheless, by good fortune, class had already started as your schoolmates passed by to their classrooms along with Barron to say the least.

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"anyone else find [name] acting completely different till yesterday?" taylor questioned the group with a hint of concern in her voice. "yeah, she seems... dull. from my point of view to say the least of it." taylor's other twin responded with a compact shrug, earning a glance from others. "maybe some problems at home?" logan muttered, placing his palm under his jaw, "nah, her fam is fine." the blonde spoke confidently, leaning back on his seat, "how are you so sure? i mean, you're not that close to her either—", "asked their parents, they're all in good terms lol"

"you can't just question her parents without her knowledge—", "already did" the boy grinned insolently while he scrolled through his rectangular device, receiving a dagger from tyler as he looked back at the group.

"i did hear something about her from Barron," Ashlyn pressed a few buttons from her device before revealing a group of people, "plus there's this one girl who exactly looks like her", "or maybe [name]'s face card is too powerful?—" , "nope, this exactly looks like [name]. you can't change my mind" Tyler debated, looking fixedly at Ashlyn's phone.

"she looks nice" ben wrote on a pad of paper, receiving a small nod from others. "but why would she hide it from us though?" the deep brown haired girl was baffled, her face scrunched up. "maybe because she doesn't have confidence in us? i don't know" the copper hair coloured girl breathed heavily to show disappointment. "okay, let's just pretend we don't know any information we just acknowledge because—" taylor explained until she was cut by a notification from the gc, along with the other people from her group. nevertheless, there revealed a picture of [name] in her artist or idol form, in addition of aiden's message; "this u? loll".

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated!!!! <33

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Aeon - Oneshots/AU's Collection , Chap 2 , Promise me

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Pairing: Leon S Kennedy & Ada Wong

Summary: Ada gets injured during her mission and Leon is there to help her

Status of their relationship in this oneshot: Complicated

WC: 3.5k

Type: SFW

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you!

(Btw, sorry for not posting recently, been busy!)

Art Creds: Sardine

The place was desolate. It was silent.

Leon can't believe he was assigned to this bullshit mission. Graham hates him, he swears. But, it has to be done. He wasn't assigned a partner for this mission, he is all alone, treading through the empty and darkend streets of a small abandoned town. It hasn't been an easy one, he's a little roughened up from all the climbing and falling but hey, it's what you're given with this type of job.

It's lonely though, not a soul around. It's been that way since he was dropped off here by a chauffeur.

The sole reason Leon is even on this mission is because Graham is having him investigate this place. It's still unknown but there have been bizarre murder cases near this area, ones that not your average person can intake; That's why Leon was sent out and not anyone else. It's fine though, he'll get the job done.

Not only have their been horrific cases such a murder, but this place is wiped out. Leon hasn't seen anybody or any signs of life-that's what worries him. Not even a peep. The most he's seen is some rodents but that's too common to seem abnormal. In a way, he hopes to catch a glimpse of something, anything. He doesn't want to have come out here for nothing. Everything happens for a reason, right?

All around him, houses surround Leon. He's already looked through a few of them, there are only two left. Both look a tad bit more rugged than the rest but oh well. All Leon is looking to get out of this mission is something of an importance-a clue or some person of suspect possibly. It all depends on how this mission plays out. So far, it's a complete bummer.

The porch steps creaked beneath Leon. They were wood and so clearly they were rotting. They appeared to be wet as well, it must've rained here the night before. This is the only house with a set of stairs leading up to it-it is also the biggest house. The door was just about closed-only a crack being visible. Leon isn't going to lie to himself, he's somewhat nervous. You never know what's awaiting you ahead. Every step, he must take precautions.

Before pushing the door open carefully, Leon grabbed out his pistol and flashlight, holding onto both with a firm grip. He wanted to be as safe as he could be.

The door hinges were loud as Leon slid the door open, making Leon's eyes squint slightly. He had to be on guard. You never know what can happen. The cabin was dark, extremely dark. Of course there's no power here, how could there be? There was also evident dust everywhere, this place has been empty for a while. Just through the beam of his flashlight, dust was flying and flowing all around, causing Leon to have to clear his throat countless times.

In the main room, there was a rusty old table in the middle of the room. It had what appears to be old canned food on it along with tainted silverware. This entire place looks ancient, like it hasn't been accompanied in decades.

It also had an odd smell to it. The entire place smelt like wood and copper, it was awful. Leon stepped towards another door, opening it and immediately pointing his gun in front of him-nothing. It was both a disappointment and a relief that nothing was in this shit hole either. "Just my luck." Leon grumbled to himself, kicking some random box out of his way so he could explore further.

This room was clearly a bedroom. There was a mattress on the floor and it was extremely stained. It's a probability that squatters stayed here at some point. Not only was there a bed but also a dresser. On top of it was an old looking music box. Leon would open it to see if it works or if there's anything inside but he doesn't want to even touch it, no risks shall be taken.

Other than that though, the room was empty.

It seems as though whoever resided here many years ago up and left without a trace of items of importance.

When Leon first walked into this home, he remembered there was another room on the other side, maybe there's something in there? Exiting the bedroom, Leon ambled towards the other door. This door seemed off-evil. There was something not right about it. The door was terribly unmatched to any other he's entered through and there was a door handle on it which none of the others had. "Hmm." Leon hummed, wiping his hands before wrapping his hand around the knob; It was locked.

"What the fuck." Leon mumbled, shaking the knob harder now. Yeah, it was sealed shut.

Stepping back slightly, Leon aimed his pistol at the door handle at an angle where it wouldn't ricochete and hit him or something vital. All he wants is to bust this damn door open.

He pulled the trigger and the gunshot was loud, very loud. Leon's ears rung momentarily-he never shoots like that, in such an enclosed space all alone. But, his attempts were successful this time, the lock was off and he'd be able to enter the room. Although, the scent emitting from behind the door was rancid. It smelt absolutely awful. He couldn't imagine what was even back there.

With precaution, Leon slowly pushed the rusted door open. It's hinges were loud, making Leon wince-he doesn't want to attract any people or even animals to the noise-even possible B.O.W.S.

Entering the room, it was pitch black. There weren't windows in the room at all. That awful smell was just getting closer. It was so bad to the point Leon was begining to feel sick. "Fuck sakes..." Leon coughed, trying his best to take slow, quick breaths so he doesn't have to inhale often. He held his breath even, that's how disgusting the scent was.

He aimed his flashlight towards the ground and was appalled by the sight. To begin, there was blood and dead animals-rodents of sorts such as rats and raccoons. "Poor bastards." Leon sighed deeply. Despite there being some dead animals in the room, that couldn't be the only source of the smell. It was vile. Leon turned his flashlight directly in front of him and was sickened by the sight just feet from him.

It was a dead body, hardly decomposed-fresh. It appeared to be a middle aged woman, it's possible she's the owner of this home. "God..." Leon mumbled, taking notes of any visible wounds-there weren't many, oddly enough. There was a deep cut near her shoulder and some spots on her lower waist. The cause of death is unsure to him. He'll have to report this to Hunnigan ASAP.

Taking his eyes off of the traumatic sight, Leon attempted to get ahold of Hunnigan but despite his efforts, he failed. The connection is too weak out here, they need better systems & tech.

All he could do was reach somewhere with decent reception.

Heading out of the cabin, Leon heard a loud crashing noise from outside. He stopped in his tracks, immediately pulling out his pistol and getting ready for whatever it was that plans to come at him. This place was so desolate not even a minute ago, why is it suddenly revealing it's dark side? Leon figured this would've just been another flunked mission-guess he was wrong.

Rushing outside, Leon didn't see anything. The only noises he was hearing now were crows and the uneasy wind. The wind did seem to have picked up, Leon's hair flowing in it along with his brown jacket. This place suddenly got much scarier. It feels as though there's more to it's dark side. Leon will have to uncover it.

He began to walk off of the porch and through the dark, eerie area-a spooky trail. The entire walk was terrifying. Leon was on his toes. He felt as though every step and every twist/turn only brought him closer to an inevitable doom; He somehow managed to ignore it though and treaded through. His pistol was high & ready, his flashlight too. He just wants to make sure that everything here is done and handled with.

When he gets back to Graham, the first thing he'll tell him about is that nasty room, the body in it... It was grostesc...

Continuing his walk, Leon heard yet again another loud noise. This time, it was much closer, as if it was right above him. His eyes shot up as he saw a slim figure crash onto the ground. The fall wasn't terribly high and whoever it was is bound to be a little bruised and beat up, but okay. Leon is just stunned. There's no way that was an animal, it had the body of a human-a woman based on their figure. Why would someone just fall like that? Confusion filled his thoughts.

There was no time to waste though, he had to make sure whoever it was is okay-it is his duty.

Leon bolted towards his estimated spot where the person, or possibly even B.O.W may have fallen-you just never know. At this point, his fear level lowered and his adrenaline was breaking the scale; He wants to get away and out of this hell hole.

Beneath him, leaves crinkled and branches snapped. The noises echoed throughout the hollow, uneasy forest and Leon knew he was making a lot of noise; All he can do is pray that he doesn't attract anything, or anyone. To him, in this very moment, all that matters is whether or not the person is okay and if whether or not they even are a being. Leon could just be seeing things-this time, he doesn't believe that he is though.

Eventually, he reached what seemed to be the end of the trail as now there were more run-downed cabins and homes surrounding a main area. Leon was filled with all sorts of emotions. There's simply no way that these people just up & left their village like this, there has to be a deeper & more darker reasoning as to why. All he can presume is some sort of massacre occured here, a massive one.

One thing Leon was right about though is that yes, it was infact a person. Another thing he's sure he's correct about is that it's a female-it has to be.

Slowly, he approached them. He made sure to be sleuth so he wouldn't alarm them. He isn't a danger to anyone, he's a helper. Leon is a very caring person and all he wants is to make sure those around him are safe and taken care of. His footsteps were light and his voice was gentle as he spoke, making sure he wouldn't frighten them.

"Uhm, hello? Are you alright?" Leon said softly, crouching down to be at their level. There wasn't a response. As Leon got closer, he realized he was once again correct-it's a woman. The girl had jet black hair, light makeup on and a skinny body. She smelt really nice too-vanilla was the scent that immediately came to mind. What would some woman be doing out here in these conditions? It's rather concerning...

"Miss, please respond. Are you okay?" The only response Leon got was some whimpers & grunts, no words.

Putting his fingers up to her neck, Leon checked her pulse which was perfectly normal. He decided to budge her slightly, maybe that'll do the trick.

Carefully, Leon nudged her waist, hoping it would bring her back to consciousness and well, he was right. Right after shaking her slightly, he awakened. Backing away, Leon remained crouched as he watched the woman catch her head as she realized what was happening. She lifted her head up and Leon nearly choked-Ada...? He couldn't tell beforehand, the woman's face was covered back her short, black bob. It couldn't be... Leon hasn't seen her in years...

"Ada...?" Leon mumbled. Shock filled his body. He felt as though he couldn't move and time was frozen. He analyzed her face thoroughly, it's definitely her. He could never forget her face, no matter how hard he tried. She's always been that same woman locked away in his memories.

Ada leisurely turnt her head and faced Leon. Her eyes were dark and demeaning, as if there was something deeper going on in that head of hers. She didn't say anything. "Ada, don't you recognize me?" Leon hummed. His body was a lot less tense now, his once pronounced fear turned into concern and confusion. Ada scoffed-that was the first real noise he heard from her. "Do I recognize you? Leon, your face is a bit hard to forget."

There's the Ada he knows.

A sign of relief overcame Leon. He fully let his guard down, it was so very difficult to not do that around her. Despite the countless lies & betrayals, something about her has always made him feel extraordinarly safe and calm. She grunted as she attempted to stand up. Immediately, Leon set his hands on her wound-she had some sort of gash on her lower stomach, he hadn't even noticed until now. "Woah, do not move, let me patch you up." Ada rolled her eyes at his words, "Leon, I must go." "For once, let me save you." That tugged at Ada's heart but she didn't let it show.

She was stubborn.

"I have things to do, it's only a minor wound." "Minor wound? It's an opened gash that could easily be infected, especially somewhere like this. Ada, it'll take minutes, just hang tight." It was as if subliminally, Leon was sending currents from his brain to hers considering she suddenly became less on the edge and more comfortable. "Find. Be quick." Ada looked around the circled in area, checking for any nearby dangers-they were good though.

Still, Leon was confused. What is she even doing out here? Knowing her, she'll give him little to no information. She's always been the secretive type. "Why are you even out here?" Leon decided to give it a shot. "Work." "Work, hm? It's always work... Working for Wesker again? Or just some new, random and dangerous organization?" "You're pushing it, Leon." Ada snapped back. Leon huffed out as he pulled out some bandages and disinfectant. Above all else, he wants her to be taken care of.

Ada's quiet whimpers of slight pain hurt Leon. As much as they are different, he cares for her, he always has. She's a part of him that he'll never manage to let go. Ever since that dreadful September night, she's never left his mind. Any mission he sets off on, deep down, he hopes he'll see her; Somehow he manages to sometimes, like the time in Spain. It's been a few years since then and everyday, she's been delved into his thoughts.

"I know it's uncomfortable, bare with me here." Leon whispered. His face was close to hers considering he had to have a good angle of her wound. Leon didn't notice it but the entire time, Ada was admiring him. Ada wishes she could obtain such a caring side. Leon's always been so selfless and outgoing, two traits Ada has been trying to achieve since she started this damned line of work. Seeing Leon act out on them has always made her feel all warm inside-this damn man and what he does to her...

"What happened? You fell, I saw." "My hook didn't latch into the tree correctly, I fell." "Does anywhere else hurt?" "No. I'm fine." Ada spoke, her tone somber but she seemed fine enough through Leon's eyes-she is such a strong woman.

Rubbing the disinfectant in, Leon rubbed her upper leg softly whilst doing so, it was a way to ease the pain. Ada didn't object, infact, she allowed it. The disinfectant stung but it was very necessary. "It only stings a bit, then I'll put this patch on and you'll be fine." "Okay." Ada heaved, her dirty hands wiping onto her attire. She looks gorgeous, per usual, even whilst being a bit beat up looking. She's always wearing red, it suits her best. Leon was enamored by her pleasant appearance.

Once the stinging wore off, Leon ripped open the patch and made sure to rub some ointment into it-it'll help heal and keep it from worsening. Ada gazed at Leon and right as she did, he did as well. Their eyes met in a long, loving gaze. Though never admitting it, their care and liking for one another has always been rather evident, even if they don't want to admit to it.

Placing the patch on her lower midriff, Leon was about to press it on but Ada insisted she do it, knocking his hands away. "Don't bother with it." She then pressed it on, making sure the entire patch was sealed onto her. Leon sighed deeply, still kneeling down beside where she was sitting. "Are you going to be okay?" "I will be fine." "Let's stick together, I can help you out, I won't get in the way of what it is you need to do." Leon persisted. This was just a way of wanting to be around her.

"You know better than that Leon."

She was right, he does.

A man can hope though.

"I have unfinished work to resolve and I assume you do too." Ada stated as Leon helped her up. She brushed all the dirt and dust from her dress, wanting it to look pristine. "Do you know what's gone down here? I saw a dead woman in a small, claustrophobic room back in one of the cabins." "No, I do not. I'm here to simply retrieve something and I'll be on my way." Leon scoffed and made a dirty face before saying, "That's all you ever do." "Excuse me?" "Nothing." Leon doesn't even want to deal with it.

"I didn't come here to be belittled by you Leon." "Belittle?" "Yes, belittle. Not all of us can work a line of honesty like you do, respect that I am trying." "Oh I respect you Ada, not what you do though." "What I do? I do what I need to for survival. Not all of us can be loaded and well off like you." Ada was frustrated. How can this man make her mad and in love? It's nonsense.

"I don't belittle you nor do I judge you. I just care about you." "Care?" "Yes. I care for you. I want you to work for something worth working for. You don't deserve to be working in the slums." "Is that all I am to you? Just a woman who works in the dumps?" "You are so much more than that and you know it." Of course their first real conversation when they reunite is an angsty spat. Leon can't help himself, it angers him-the path she's on.

Leon just sighed and rubbed his temples. He felt bad, he knows he's in the wrong. Ada just deserves so much more than this.

"Ada, what are you even going to do? Grab whatever it is you need and gallop off into the sunset as always?" "I'll do what I need to do." "I'm tired of the vagueness, dammit!" Leon shouted, causing birds to fly off and an echo to occur. "Are you trying to cause a scene? Keep it down." Ada spoke sternly. Leon listened.

"I need to go." Ada checked her watch and looked around. "Go? Where? You surely aren't staying here." "I'm going to be extracted to check somewhere else." "Still remaining secretive hm? Got it." Leon blew out deeply, running his fingers through his hair. Ada simply stared at him, not saying a word. Leon looked back at her, his eyes softening, how could they not? "I know you just want what's best for me." "I do." Leon murmured.

Ada stepped closer to him, "Ill be safe, for you, I promise." Her monotone yet serious tone brought a wave of comfort over Leon. For him? She's generous for that one. "Promise me?" "I promise."

She pecked his cheek lightly and stepped away, still gazing at him. Leon was a tad bit stunned by the sudden act of affection but if was such an Ada thing to do, he wasn't even surprised.

*See you around, Leon, I always do." Ada gave him a very modest smile, it was barely noticeable though. Leon can't quite recall if he's ever even seen her smile, even once. He was speechless, no words could form what he wants to truly say.

Before he could even mutter a sentence out, she used her grappling hook to dart off into the oblivion ahead. Something inside of Leon told him to go after her but his brain declined the notion; It wouldn't be safe at all.

"Jesus..." Leon groaned, pulling out his device, getting ready to get ahold of Hunnigan for a send out team.

Maybe Ada is right-maybe they'll run into one another again soon...

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Tagged by @zackprincebooks @lychhiker-writes and @the-golden-comet

More from 🌐7 Circles🌐 Ch2: A Fallen Star

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"What do I call you?" Probes the voice, and this time their own voice cooperates just long enough to rasp out their name.

"The-Stars-In-Their-Eyes-Seek-The-Spirit-Of-The-Cosmos.."

"...Well that's a downright mouthful." he mumbles, and their stiff neck eases their head towards his sound.

The voice is revealed to be coming from a head on the floor and Seeker's stomach flips with shock. They then realise with wonder.. he's in a pool of sorts, with only his copper-haired head and slight shoulders above the dark surface of the water. The scent of the ocean.. Did that pool connect to the sea?

The ginger is frowning, "Eyes that seek.. Will calling you 'Seeker' do?"

What a short utterance to refer to someone!

But they were far more interested connecting with man in the water to fuss over it, and perhaps it would make the troubled man more comfortable to have things his way. They decided to simply accept the nickname.

“Um, yes. Yes ‘Seeker’ will do fine.” They say with a smile, bemused at what must be a surface custom. Now that they’d said it aloud, it was actually somewhat adorable in it’s shortness.

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Tagging @katenewmanwrites @wyked-ao3 (thanks for alphareading btw) @fortunatetragedy @cowboybrunch @smellyrottentrees (no presh) +Open tag

[aurorawest]

Reading update

A Psalm for the Wild-Built by Becky Chambers - 3.75/5 stars

I hate myself a little bit for using this word to describe this book, but it's a meditation on modern (western) culture, the drumbeat of living a purposeful life, and, imo, the millennial condition.

It also, separately from that, made me think of the song 'New Constellations' by Ryn Weaver: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13EX7qGdUGI

The Secret Lives of Country Gentlemen by KJ Charles - 5/5 stars

This book features Gareth Inglis, a member of the gentry whose father shipped him off to his uncle when his mother died. Gareth never saw or heard from his father (who remarried and had another child) again, and no one knew he existed because his father was a piece of human garbage. Which meant I couldn't stop thinking about my former father-in-law, who had two sons from his first marriage whom he, as far as I could tell, never had any contact with after remarrying and having another child. Life imitates art?

Anyway, it's KJ Charles, so you pretty much can't go wrong. I saw someone refer to this as enemies-to-lovers and realized my toxic trait is railing against people who want to apply enemies-to-lovers to everything. Spoiler alert, this is not enemies-to-lovers. But it is lovely, and includes Gareth and Joss Doomsday (a smuggler) bonding over beetles.

The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi by SA Chakraborty - 4.5/5 stars

It was no Daevabad Trilogy, but then again, I remember finishing City of Brass and being like, yeah, it was fine, I'll probably pick up the sequel at some point. It wasn't until Kingdom of Copper that I grew to really love the series, so I'm hoping the same happens with this. This book was a lot of fun, and the fact that all the characters were middle-aged was pretty delightful. I'm definitely excited to see where this series goes.

The Long Run by James Acker - 5/5 stars

Excellent YA book about two lonely jocks in New Jersey.

Feel the Fire by Annabeth Albert - 3.75/5 stars

His Accidental Cowboy by AM Arthur - 4/5 stars

Brida by Paul Coelho - 1/5 stars

One of the reviews for this book on Storygraph says it 'aged like milk' and I can't put it better than that. This is a soul mate AU where souls undergo cell division, essentially, and your soul mate is from your same base soul from before the soul split in half. Okay, great. Oh but wait, the soul always divides into male and female. And your soul mate is always someone of the opposite sex, even though that doesn't make sense because as souls divide again and again, that means there are a lot of people out there who came from the same original soul as you. Also, witchcraft? Also also, even though the book is called Brida and is ostensibly about the title character, her whole journey was really just to serve the unnamed male character, the Magus. This isn't implicit either, it's completely explicit. At the end it's like, 'sometimes young women come along to show men the way' (I'm paraphrasing but...not much).

This went straight to my give away pile, and I hated it so much that the rest of my Coelho books joined it (except The Alchemist).

Enlightened by Joanna Chambers - 5/5 stars

Or, For The Love Of God Please Give David Lauriston And Murdo Balfour A Break, And Preferably A Happy Ending.

They got one, btw.

Song of Silver, Flame Like Night by Amélie Wen Zhao - DNF

Honestly, the Mad Libs YA title should have warned me off of this one, but I always give my Illumicrate books a try. Cartoonish villains and protagonists I find myself liking less the more we get to know them. The prose is quite good but not enough to make up for the character deficiencies.

Solomon's Crown by Natasha Siegel - 5/5 stars

Blurbed by no less than Tamora Pierce (Song of the Lioness supremacy!), Rainbow Rowell, Freya Marske, and CS Pacat. Did I go into this book with insanely high expectations? Yes. Did it mostly meet them? Yes! If you're a Captive Prince fan, this one's for you.

Siegel tells us up front, before the book even starts, that it's a romance and not historically accurate. So don't go into this expecting a historically accurate love story between King Richard of England and King Philip of France. It is, however, a gorgeous romance. The world-building is top notch. Even if it's not totally accurate to the High Middle Ages, it feels accurate, if that makes sense? Siegel really captures the feeling of being in a different world. Lush writing, amazing sexual/romantic tension, lovely sad boys. Highly, highly recommend.

Daniel Cabot Puts Down Roots by Cat Sebastian - 4.75/5 stars

I docked .25 stars because it bugged me that they didn't move in together at the end. Idk, just felt too 'look, I'm subverting romance conventions!' Still good, obviously.

Like Real People Do by EL Massey - 4/5 stars

A very wholesome and low stakes hockey romance. I found myself often thinking that the interactions of the men on the hockey teams seemed unrealistic, but it was charming and sweet enough that I didn't care.

The book reads like fanfiction, which is because it was fanfiction—but it's in a mostly good way, not a bad way (*cough* All The Way Happy *cough*). Apparently the original version was Check, Please! fanfiction, which I am vaguely familiar with as a thing that exists. Apparently it's a web comic? Anyway, I enjoyed the book enough to pick up the sequel.

[moonalumi]

★Did your license get suspended for driving all these guys crazy?💗🔥

★Baby, if you were words on a page, you’d be fine print🔥💗

★Did you just come out of the oven? Because you’re hot💗🔥

★Know what’s on the menu? Me ‘n’ u🔥💗

★It’s a good thing I have my library card, because I am totally checking you out💗🔥

★I was feeling a little off today—but you’ve turned me on again!🔥💗

★I’m studying to become a historian. I’m especially interested in finding a date💗🔥

★Anyone who says Disneyland is the happiest place on Earth has clearly never stood next to you!🔥💗

★They say nothing lasts forever—so would you be my nothing?💗🔥

★I hope our love will be like the number Pi: irrational and endless!🔥💗

★Are you a charger? Because I’m dying without you!💗🔥

★Even in zero gravity, I would still fall for you🔥💗

★You must be made of Copper and Tellurium—because you’re CuTe!💗🔥

★You’re so sweet, you’re giving me a toothache🔥💗

★Is your name Google? Because you have everything I’ve been searching for💗🔥

★Do you have a BandAid? I just scraped my knee falling for you🔥💗

★I’m sorry, were you talking to me? No? Would you like to?💗🔥★Are you French? Because Eiffel for you🔥💗

★I was wondering if you’re an artist because you were so good at drawing me in💗🔥

★If being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as charged🔥💗

★Are you an electrician? Because you’re definitely lighting up my night💗🔥

★Do you like bagels? Because you’re bae goals🔥

★You know what you’d look beautiful in? My arms💗🔥

★I’d give up my morning cereal to spoon you instead🔥💗

★I love my bed, but I’d rather be in yours💗🔥

★Have we met? You look exactly like my next gf🔥💗

★Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile💗🔥

★You know those gaps between your fingers? I think they were made for mine🔥💗

★I hope you know CPR, because you are taking my breath away💗🔥

★If you were a flower, you’d be a daaaaaamn-delion🔥💗

★Hey, you’re pretty and I’m cute. Together we’d be pretty cute💗🔥

★ If people were flowers, I’d pick you.🔥💗

★Do you watch Star Wars? Because Yoda only one for me💗🔥

★Do you know how to train butterflies? The ones in my stomach right now are quite untamed🔥💗

★Do you play soccer? Because you look like a keeper💗🔥

★Are you my appendix? Because this feeling in my stomach makes me want to take you out💗🔥

★Do you have the time? I want to remember the exact minute I fell for you🔥💗

★If you let me borrow a kiss, I promise I’ll give it right back🔥💗

★There must be something wrong with my eyes. I can’t take them off you🔥💗

★Your lips look lonely. Would they like to meet mine?🔥💗

★Do you have a sunburn, or are you just always this hot?💗🔥

★Your hand looks heavy, can I hold it for you?💗🔥

★I’ve heard it said that kissing is the ‘language of love.’ Would you care to have a conversation with me about it sometime?🔥💗

★Aside from being beautiful, what do you do for a living?💗🔥

★You're so pretty i forgot the rest of my pickup lines ♥😖

omg i spent so much time writing these cheesy corny ass pickup lines and i might get blocked too

(i didn't come up w all of them btw)

WHAT IS HAPPENING BRUH I AM BOUTA BLOCK YOU

im jk pookie this was silly i’m NAWT reading every single one

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

It has come to my attention that Hogwarts sent home a letter saying my wizard requires two female teachers for her arts and crafts.

[timberwind]

i checked out exordia a while back. the story compelled me to read it in one sitting despite the occasional technical inaccuracy (e.g. regarding the ferromagnetism of copper; later in the book these inaccuracies tended to cluster around Li Aixue's expositions, and the obsession with pink noise got a bit much at times). i assume a sequel exists or is planned but i haven't found anything yet.

anyways, i have some thoughts on this style of scifi setting but what are yours? (also have you read [Fine Structure](qntm.org/structure))?

Ohh, I'm really glad you liked it! I loved Exordia so much, I also very much hope it gets a sequel. I know Seth Dickinson has two planned, but the publisher hasn't given a greenlight for either yet... we can hope, I suppose. That last act still sticks with me...

I've found that I'm actually very fond of settings with like... sort of hard sf trappings overlaid with extremely out-there magic or otherwise paranormal stuff. Into Everywhere (strong recommend, btw) has less overt magic and more weird abandoned clarketech, but the overall effect is similar - very much a modern Roadside Picnic kind of deal.

I haven't read Fine Structure yet! This does seem interesting though. I just finished Nevada and am undecided on my to-read list (prior contenders were Open Throat, The Outcast of Heaven's Belt, and Star Maker) so I might shuffle this to the top