#1255 writing

[untitled125567]

Low-key, I do need a hot lesbian vampire to throw me in their castle's dungeon and stuff me until my buttons pop✨

[wonderful-prompts]

Prompt #1255

As the flesh of the strawberry parts beneath your teeth, you taste an undercurrent of iron beneath its sweetness.

[imthegayone]

Missing Jenna Playlist

Summary: Without your girlfriend's comforting presence, you take to youtube to find any form of comfort. Luckliy for you, your girlfriend is a celebertiy with a lot of interviews to watch.

Warrnings: None, just fluff, and maybe some errors

Author's Note: Thank you for the love on my last fic, seeing how many of you enjoyed it has really helped me feel more motivated to write. So again, thank you and I hope you enjoy. 🩵

Word Count: 1255

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If anyone asked about your comfort playlist full of your girlfriend’s interviews, you’d deny it. Even as said playlist made an appearance in your watch history when she was away filming. 

It had been a particularly hard time spent away from each other when you gave in and made the list. Jenna was so busy that she barely had time to call or FaceTime like usual, not that your conflicting timezone was helping any either. You weren't getting any sleep, realizing just how much your girlfriend’s voice and presence had on your ability to do so. 

At first it was just one of her Wednesday interviews with Emma. Hearing both of them laugh and joke brought you back to the time you had a sleepover together while visiting Romania. It was comforting hearing her raspy voice coax you into a deep sleep. But it would always end too soon, just as you would start to drift off, they were saying goodbye and the video would end. 

So you’d search ‘Jenna Ortega Interview’, a hundred options popping up. You had your favorites and your least favorites. The ratings mostly consist of how much Jenna talked in them and the ones you knew she was excited to have done. 

One day after a week of not hearing Jenna’s voice from her phone calls you wanted your favorites to comfort you. But they were all scattered around, some from Wednesday press junket, Scream 6, her promoting her book, it was too many to just queue every time so you decided a playlist would be good. 

It’d keep everything together, no random videos to play afterwards, just all your favorite interviews in one place. You only did it as a convenience, not because you were desperate for her to be by your side, or anything. Just, supporting your girlfriend while she promoted her recent work. Plus you were tired, and fewer things to select so you could fall asleep to the sound of Jenna’s comforting voice was obviously the better option.

Maybe the playlist started to see the light of day however. Not only being played on your phone as it sat on the mattress next to you. But as the days went on you’d play it on the tv as you cooked, cleaned, or read a book. It basically became your favorite form of podcast without even being one. 

It started to become a routine, you’d come home from work, fix something to eat and watch a show you recently started, until you’d begin to miss her. Your fingers expertly pressing every button needed to enter YouTube and reach your playlist, as if it was second nature. 

It was one of those days, watching Jenna and Melissa die laughing at something Courtney said, the sound of keys unlocking your front door catching your attention. You perk up like a puppy hearing the bag of their favorite treats being opened. “Baby?” You hear the voice you’ve been wanting to hear for weeks and shoot up from your seat. 

Your socked feet against the hardwood making your trek to the door more uncoordinated than usual. “Hi, baby.” You say a little out of breath, a smile gracing both of your faces. “Hello.” She replies, cupping your face and pulling you down into a smiling kiss. You wrap your arms around her pulling her even more into you, your body buzzing with happiness. She sighs as she wraps her arms around your neck, tucking her head in the slope of your neck. 

“I didn’t know you’d be coming home so soon.” Not that you were complaining at all.

“We got a week off of filming and I wanted to see you.” Tightening her grip around your shoulder you feel her relax as you start to sway side to side. “I’ve missed you so much.”  You couldn’t be happier at hearing she felt the same. 

“I’ve missed you too.” Just as you couldn't feel any more at home, your heart sinks as you hear Jenna’s laugh, but it wasn’t coming from Jenna in your arms. No, it was Jenna prompting Scream months ago. You can’t believe you forgot to turn the tv to literally anything else. Jenna pulls away confused, you try pulling her back into you but she pulls away fully walking towards your shared living room. This is a great time to have the floor swallow you whole, you think. 

“Hey, why don’t we put your clothes up and get ready for bed. I’m sure you’re so tired and wanna sleep the rest of the day away. That sounds like a great plan, right?” Unfortunately, she continues on her way, towards the sound of her own voice. Your only comfort being the sly smile she gives you over her shoulder. She stops when she sees what’s on the tv and you sigh. You’ve been caught, and now you are gonna have to hide away for the rest of your life.  

“Did this just come on by itself?” You nod not making eye contact with her. “Yep, it just came on. I guess it got recommended after I watched the roundtable interview.” 

“Oh really?” You hum in agreement, your hands start to sweat as she looks back at you with a mischievous smile. “You didn’t just really miss me?” 

“You don’t even know.” That wasn’t suppose to come out, but it made her smile grow bigger. Her fingers reach out and grasp the hem of your shirt. Her smile and eyes softening at your admission, she pulls you in, her big brown eyes looking up at you takes your breath away for the millionth time. 

Your hand comes up and cradles her neck as your thumb rubs against her jaw bone. It’s quiet for a moment as you just take each other in. You lean down pressing your lips to hers. When you pull away her mischievous smile is back. “You missed me.” She singsongs, you lovingly roll your eyes. “Maybe a little.” 

She pulls you towards the couch, pushing on your chest until you fall into its pillows. “It’s very sweet that you watch my interviews but I can’t watch myself.” She says as she lays on top of you and reaches for the remote. You're so caught up in finally having her in your arms that you don’t realize what she's about to see. 

“You’re watching a playlist of my interviews?” She looks down at you, then back at the screen. “You made the playlist?” You groan, why didn’t you change the tv, why aren't the cushions swallowing you whole like you hope they would? Trying to hide your blush you hear Jenna giggle on top of you and her kissing your warm cheek. “Baby, you’re so cute. Do you know that?” 

“Shut up.” You mutter feeling even more flustered at her words and kiss. That makes her laugh more. You feel her hand slide up your body and find its resting place on your cheek. Pushing you to look at her, she smiles down at you. 

The overwhelming need to confess your feelings almost takes over but after a year of dating you wanted it to be her choice to say it without pressure. 

“I love you, Y/n. So much.” Relief and happiness floods through you, she said it and she meant it. She loves you. You can’t help but surge up, capturing her lips in a kiss, and confess the same sentiment you felt since you met her against her lips. 

“I love you too, J.” 

[adrialae]

VALORANT Agent Popularity Contest

As a new returnee to the VALORANT fandom, I was astounded by the lack of Harbor - I had imagined he would be at least moderately popular, not down at the bottom. That's fixable, but it got me wondering, Just how unpopular is Harbor really?

I decided to use AO3 as a measure of fandom popularity because it's easily searchable. The total number of fics doesn't mean much, because some characters have been out for much longer, so I divided it by the number of days since each character's release to get the rate of fics per day. Without further ado, the list:

Neon - 1.1213 fics/day (1054 fics/940 days)

Sage - 1.1187 fics/day (1772 fics/1584 days)

Chamber - 1.1024 fics/day (1098 fics/996 days)

Yoru - 1.0729 fics/day (1399 fics/1304 days)

Fade - 0.9904 fics/day (826 fics/834 days)

Jett - 0.9495 fics/day (1504 fics/1584 days)

Killjoy - 0.9283 fics/day (1360 fics/1465 days)

Cypher - 0.9078 fics/day (1438 fics/1584 days)

Viper - 0.9066 fics/day (1436 fics/1584 days)

Phoenix - 0.8681 fics/day (1375 fics/1584 days)

Iso - 0.7943 fics/day (224 fics/282 days)

Sova - 0.7487 fics/day (1186 fics/1584 days)

Brimstone - 0.7431 fics/day (1177 fics/1584 days)

Gekko - 0.7327 fics/day (381 fics/520 days)

Reyna - 0.6891 fics/day (1053 fics/1528 days)

Deadlock - 0.6324 fics/day (258 fics/408 days)

Raze - 0.6321 fics/day (987 fics/1584 days)

Omen - 0.5859 fics/day (928 fics/1584 days)

Clove - 0.5259 fics/day (71 fics/135 days)

Skye - 0.5257 fics/day (726 fics/1381 days)

Breach - 0.3087 fics/day (489 fics/1584 days)

KAY/O - 0.2966 fics/day (339 fics/1143 days)

Astra - 0.2606 fics/day (327 fics/1255 days)

Harbor - 0.2545 fics/day (168 fics/660 days)

(Data collected 8/8/2024.)

It turns out, the answer to Just how unpopular is Harbor really? is that he is at the absolute bottom of the list (at least according to our narrow definition of popularity). This definition isn't perfect, but it's the best I can think of - if you have any suggestions let me know!

I also got information on the most popular ships and tags, which I will post as soon as I get them presentable. Spoiler: people are horny for Chamber.

Did this turn out how you thought it would? Who did you expect to be lower or higher? (Harbor aside, I was quite impressed that Sage has managed more than one fic per day on average for four years now.) I'm going to end this here because that Harbor fic isn't going to write itself. Let me know what you think!

[moodymisty]

I am back to ask for more peterturabo fics. He is a petty boy who i love dearly. Do anything you want i love all your warhammer fics so much

Author's Note: You had me at Perturabo, friend. Here's some writing of turbocunt, hope you enjoy. It's sort of a rehash of a drabble I did not long ago. But I'm kinda amazed how weighed my requests are towards chaos. Y'all are some horny heretics.

Summary: You feel like a creature on display, surrounded by curious Primarchs eager to learn about Perturabo's littlest warrior.

Relationships: Perturabo/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Perturabo's shitass attitude, General 40kness, Gossipy Primarchs because when you're emotionally stunted demigods stuck up in a palace or on a battleship someone getting laid is probably international fucking news

Word Count: 1255

"I see the littlest Iron Warrior has made a return to Terra; Was Olympia to your liking?"

The uniquely loud but gentle voice stops you dead in your tracks, and only after two distinct pairs of steps come thundering closer do you dare to turn.

It would take someone of extraordinary denseness or hermitic nature to not recognize the Angel Sanguinius as the source of one pair of footsteps, though his companion alludes you for a moment. He's almost as pristine as Sanguinius, but there's a particular aura around him that is distinctly different. When Sanguinius says his name to fully catch his attention, you remember.

Fulgrim, The Phoenician; Perturabo had spoken of him a sparse number of times, though most hadn't been the most positive. Then again, he rarely speaks of his fellow Primarchs in any other way than with sentences filled with disdain and pejoratives.

He looks right at you, through you, and you try not to completely melt under his gaze. You swallow a knot in your throat as you realize you haven't even said a single word, though you don't really get the chance to. You must have been the subject of a previous conversation, judging by the phrasing of his next sentence.

"She's not what I expected of him."

You dare to glance towards Fulgrim. Was that meant to be a snub? A compliment? Is he insulting Perturabo?

You had only meant to make it back to your chambers before it got dark, the chance of crossing not one but two Primarchs was an astronomically low one.

The Angel smiles, gentle and soft. Just like the pristine white feathers of his wings. He laughs, presumably at your apprehensive mien.

"Oh come now, we won't bite."

Sanguinus' smile is gentle, while Fulgrim scoffs. His smooth white hair slides down over his shoulder, covering a portion of the elegant purple cloth he's currently wearing.

"Says you," Fulgrim's expression is what you can only describe as cold, but not emotionless. He's controlled, elegant and pristine; Like a flower carved from ice. "I'm sure being around Perturabo hasn't helped matters. He isn't exactly the most amicable company."

You swallow that same pesky knot that stays in your throat again, and give a nervous smile.

"He has his moments."

Sanguinius' face lights up upon hearing your voice, perhaps a bit mischievous at the tidbit you'd spilled. Fulgrim is the one who speaks up, however- eyebrows raised.

"Oh really? Tell me; Does actually have a bone capable of a romantic emotion in his body, or does he just fiddle with machinery all hours of the day?"

You smile fades a bit, pursing your lips shut tight like you're attempting to lock them for a moment.

"I, don't think he would be pleased if i said anything more on the subject." Sanguinius wings shift.

"Then we won't keep you from him any longer." He looks to Fulgrim, and you dip your head as you move out of the way and they pass you by. You continue standing in the middle of the massive hall for what feels like forever, just staring at the gold filigree and ornate tapestries.

But once you manage to unstick your feet, you finally make it to Perturabo's private chambers. Iron Warriors pass you by, on guard duty while their Primarch stays in the palace. They grant you entry on his orders, but you can feel the energy coming from them isn't the most positive. But their gene-sire is Perturabo, afterall. You won't proclaim he has the most amicable personality.

When you enter the foremost room of the massive bedchamber, you see him slightly hunched over a worktable. You can't quite see what he's fixing from this angle, but it appears to possibly be something relatively small in comparison to him. He looks away from it to you, brow furrowed.

"What is with that expression of yours."

Brushing a chunk of hair behind your ear, you purse your lips. Tools are scattered across the table, stained with oil and scuffed from use. You still can't quite see what he's working on when you shift a bit to your left.

"I met Primarch Fulgrim and Primarch Sanguinius."

The change in his posture is immediate, and energy palpable. He doesn't ask where, so you assume he has a general idea that they crossed you on the way here. His brow is furrowed as he stares at you, thin lips tight.

"And what did they say, or did they merely try and pry as much information from you as they could get?"

Would it make him more upset to say they did one of those things, or both?

You purse your lips to one side, trying to find the right way to word it. Perturabo's eyes glance between you and his current project multiple times.

"They didn't say much of anything. Other than that I wasn't what they expected of you. I'm, not entirely sure what they meant by it." He makes a noise somewhere between a hum, and a displeased grunt.

You stand still for a moment after speaking, before coming closer to stand at his side. He moves his arm for you to come even closer, and silently assists with helping you into his lap. It's been something you've been doing more as of late; Perturabo is always working, and this is one way you can manage to steal a bit of his time. He doesn't mind it either. And if anything, he seems to enjoy when you watch him make things for you.

"I didn't tell them a thing. I didn't feel like it was something they should know." He continues working, but you know he's listening. You wring your hands and try to dislodge this feeling in your gut. Your feet dangle off his legs, feeling small in the shadow of his chest.

"I feel terrible because, they're Primarchs; But they aren't my Primarch."

Perturabo lets out a one note laugh.

"If their prides were so insulted that you managed to skirt around their questioning, then they can say so to me. I'm in need of the amusement."

You watch closer at his hands, and realize he's tinkering with something for you.

It's an automata, he calls it. Something that is powered by an unknown machinery inside. It just looks like a bunch of baubles and gears, to you. All you know is that each have a key that when you turn it, makes them move. You have many of them already, it seems this one is shaped like a small Iron Warrior.

Perhaps he just enjoys making the little things. Not much will ever be difficult to the Primarch, so maybe he just finds their simplicity and clumsy mimicry of whatever he's cast their silhouette in silly. They entertain you, at least.

Sitting it down onto the massive table, he closes it's back and winds it up, watching it stomp across the table in the pose of a proper Astartes march. When it slows to a stop, you lean forward to pick it up.

It's heavy, and while it looked small in Perturabo's hands, it's massive in yours; Around the size of your head. He watches you hold it from above, you can feel his gaze on you. You try not to smile as a bit of a mischievous thought crosses your mind.

"You should make one that looks like Sanguinius."

The Primarch lets out a surprisingly loud gauffaw. His left hand lands on your thigh.

"The next one, perhaps."

[windflowerofskellige]

On a decent of madness again because Sapkowski's Foltest was supposed to marry Dalimira of Redania makes me pull my hair out this HAS been bothering me for the last three years it will continue to bother me until the end of time how old is Hedwig of Malleore mother of Dalimira, Milena, and Radvoid? Is she the sister of the Princess Niedamir marched on, married, impregnated, then poisoned? Is she their aunt? How old was Hedwig when Radovid was born in 1255? He was born in 1255 this is one of the few facts we are aware of. He is in fact 12 in the books. See okay when this was written— the Dalimira attempted engagement— Vizmir was still Vizimir of Novigrad. Tretogor as a capital had not come to being yet, Sapkowski hadn't even invented Radovid yet. He hadn't even invented my boy son boy in Blood of Elves. This is entirely a timeline inconsistency plothole that exists because the plans for Redania as a country changed many times on Sapkowski's whims and YET. I still attempt to write stories that make sense and have a sensical timeline HOW OLD IS FOLTEST !!! GUYS!!! GUYS IM GOING INSANE.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Can I request for how sabo, ace, law and sanji would help their female!reader s/o who has insomnia to fall asleep? Some fluff with cuddles and stuff :D

So I almost didn't write this. It was seriously pretty vague. Luckily I had some ideas floating around in my brain, but seriously, more detail next time please.

Warnings: insomnia, pills (insomnia medication)

Word Count: 1255

     It was a near constant thing for you. Tossing and turning, trying your damnedest to get some sleep. Hoping you didn’t wake your beloved boyfriend as he slept. He already needed as much sleep as he could get as is, you didn’t want to make it worse by waking him in the middle of the night. This night was a little different. Tonight you had woken him up. You’d gotten up to go take a walk, maybe look at the stars, something to calm your mind, wear out your body, and help you sleep. It was only a few minutes before he’d woken up, his sleep interrupted by the lack of a person next to him. While he was usually a pretty deep sleeper, there was something about you that he needed to sleep. Without you by his side, he just couldn’t sleep. So he’d sought you out, wrapping his arms around you when he found you. You’d felt so horrible for waking him, but he’d just smiled and held you close. 

Sabo

     Sabo rested his head on your shoulder, his eyes closed, clearly still sleepy.

     “What’re you doing out here, angel?” he muttered sleepily, swaying the both of you back and forth as you stood there, the motion making him sleepier.

     “Sorry, I couldn’t sleep. Did… did I wake you?” you asked, flinching. 

     “Mmm, you? No, the lack of you? Yes.” Sabo continued to mutter, about to fall asleep standing up with you in his arms. You cringed, so you had woken him up in a sense. 

     “I didn’t mean to wake you, I just couldn't get to sleep tonight.” you said, biting your lip slightly. It was true, you couldn’t get to sleep tonight… or any other night.

     “Why don’t we try some relaxing tea this time?” Sabo offered, making your brow furrow.

     “This time?” you asked, looking at him, watching him nod.

     “You think I don’t know you’re an insomniac? I see the dark circles under your eyes, how you’re tired but can’t sleep, and no matter how late I stay up working, you’re always awake when I head to bed.” he said, making your eyes widen. You honestly hadn’t thought he’d noticed, but then again, this was Sabo, so perhaps you’d given him too little credit. Sighing, you nodded, following Sabo inside, stopping by the kitchen, watching as he practically sleep walked around making tea. Heading back to your room, you sipped on the tea, finding yourself growing sleepier and sleepier with every step. Was this how they got Sabo to sleep when he was ‘too busy’ to sleep? Thankfully, you were both out as soon as your heads hit the pillows, happily snuggled up together in a rather deep sleep.

Ace

     Typically Ace got plenty of sleep, often falling asleep in the middle of conversations, meals, meetings with the other commanders! Even still, you didn’t want to wake him up at night and possibly make things worse. Yet here he was, holding you as you stood under the stars on the deck of the Moby Dick.

     “C’me bac t’ b’d wit me.” he ‘said’ as he gently tugged you back towards his cabin. At this point, you were starting to wonder if he was actually just sleep talking… and walking.

     “Yeah, yeah, okay. I’m sorry for waking you.” you said softly, making the boy smile.

     “Mm mm, di’n w’ke me up.” he slurred with a shake of his head, finally managing to pull you back to the bedroom, “seep be’r wif you.” you couldn’t help but smile at him as you both got under the covers. Honestly, you didn’t think you were getting to sleep, but at least this way, he could sleep. Normally Ace would pull you close and spoon you as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. This time, however, he pulled you close, resting your head over his heart, his body heating up ever so slightly. You couldn’t help but smile, finding the warm and heartbeat soothing. The warmth, comfort and beat soon had you fast asleep in his arms.

Sanji

     Looking at the blond, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. He always woke up early each morning to start cooking breakfast, making sure everyone had plenty to eat. Now here he was, holding you gently as you sat in the lounge. 

     “You should come back to bed with me, mon amour.” he whispered, nuzzling against you like he so often did, “I’ll make you something to help you sleep.” following him into the kitchen, you were a little surprised by how he managed to cook so well despite being half asleep. Granted, it was tea, but watching him, it was chamomile tea with a splash of milk and honey and lightly sprinkled with almond and walnut powder. Setting the beverage down, he smiled at you, resting his head on your shoulder as you tried the drink, finding the taste to be rather amazing. 

     “I… thank you, mon cheri.” you said, kissing him on the cheek. 

     “I’ll make it every night, if you wish. I know you have trouble sleeping, belle.” he said, making you smile. Sanji always seemed to notice everything when it came to you. 

     “I’d like that, though perhaps not so late at night. I don’t want to wake you up like this all the time.” you said, making him smile.

     “I would for you, though. You know I would do anything for you.” he said, picking you up bridal style once you’d finished the drink and carrying you back to bed. You didn’t even remember getting into bed, fast asleep in his arms before he could tuck you in.

Law

     Being an insomniac himself, Law already knew that you had insomnia, knew how you struggled with it. Unable to sleep most nights, tossing and turning when you tried, the dark circles under your eyes that matched his. You always used the excuse that you were only staying up to help him with work and to double check that everything was alright on the Polar Tang, but Law wasn’t stupid. Tonight was another night, unable to sleep as you helped him with work. After a moment, the young man stood up, walking over to a cabinet and looking for something. Staring at him in confusion, you watched him go through bottles of various medications. What was he doing and why? After a moment, he pulled out a bottle and walked back, pulling out a few pills and setting them on the desk.

     “Take 2 of those. We need sleep.” he said simply before grabbing the other 2 and easily downing them.

     “The hell are you talking about?” you asked, looking at the medication.

     “I mean we both have insomnia and we need some damned sleep. Now take it so we can go to bed.” Law ordered as you looked at him in slight bewilderment. You shouldn’t be surprised that he’d figured it out, he was a doctor, but part of you was still surprised anyway. Hesitantly, you grabbed the 2 pills, grabbing a cup of water and taking them. Almost as soon as you’d taken them, Law was shamblesing you both to your room, getting both of you ready before crawling into bed and wrapping his arms around you.

     “They’ll take a little bit to kick in, but I figured we could lay here for a bit.” Law said quietly, simply holding you. Snuggling up to him, you nodded, the two of you just cuddling until you’d finally passed out.

[missacidburn928]

Moonlight and Fang Update

I am really enjoying writing this story and I can't wait to start sharing it next week. So I thought I'd give you all a little chapter/wordcount update with my heathens 🖤

Ch. 1 Little Red: 1255 WC. Complete. Needs Editing.

Ch. 2 The Orphan: 3087 WC. Complete. Needs Editing.

Ch. 3 The hunter: 5223 WC. Complete. Needs Editing.

Ch 4 The Blacksmith: 1510 WC so far. Incomplete. Currently writing.

Ch. 5 The Rogue: 974 WC so far. Incomplete. Partially written.

Ch. 6 The Forgotten Prince: 965 WC so far. Incomplete. Partially written.

Ch. 7 Balance: 40 WC so far. Incomplete. Outlined.

If you haven't seen the chapter art. Or are curious which character is attached to which chapter check out my Chapter Reveal post.

Until next time. Happy reading Heathens.

[museaway]

morning writing session: 1255 words

[scotianostra]

On December 26th in the year 1251 Alexander III, the King of Scots, was married to Margaret, the daughter of Henry III, King of England, in York.

Alexander hogs the limelight in posts about Scotland, giving his unfortunate accident and plunging the country into events that put yhe country into crisis for decades afterwards, so let’s tell you a wee bit about Margaret , who was our Queen for over 20 years, yet was only 34 when she died.

The second of five children, the first few years of Margaret’s life were spent quietly in the care of her affectionate and close family. Her first appearance in historical record came when she was three years old and she took part in a royal event in London with her brother, the future Edward I, yep the guy who would go on to inflict those years of strife for us Scots.

Margaret’s paternal aunt, Joan, had been married to King Alexander II of Scotland before she died in 1238 and so, as former brothers-in-law, Henry III and Alexander II had a good relationship and were quite fond of one another. When Alexander II welcomed the birth of a son with his second wife, Marie of Coucy, in September 1241 it was only natural that the possibility of a marriage between the young heir to the Scottish throne and Henry III’s eldest daughter be discussed. Margaret and Alexander III were betrothed when she was just four years old.

Alexander became King of Scotland at the age of seven when his father died in 1249 and Margaret became Queen of Scots at the age of eleven on thios day 1251, when she was officially married Alexander II at York Minster. The marriage was the third youngest of monarchs in the history of the British Isles.

Removed to the harsh climate of Edinburgh and kept quite separate from her husband Margaret became lonely and homesick, writing often to her parents about her poor treatment. This created tension between England and Scotland and it was not until 1255 that this was eventually settled and the young Queen was given an opportunity to reunite with her parents at Wark. The visit vastly improved Margaret’s spirits and she returned to Edinburgh feeling much revived.

In 1257 Margaret and Alexander III were held captive by the powerful Comyn family and it was only through the intervention of Margaret’s father and the regency council that they were freed. They went on to have three children: Margaret and Alexander, died as infants, and David born, 20th March 1272, and died June 1281. David’s unexpected passing left the couple without an heir, which had ramifications that resounded through the years.

Though her life was quiet there is some scandal which remains unresolved to this day. Margaret had in her employ a young courtier – given to her by her brother – who claimed to have killed her uncle, Simon de Montfort, 6th Earl of Leicester. One day, while walking with a group of ladies and courtiers along the River Tay Margaret is said to have become annoyed with the courtier and either pushed, or had him pushed, into the river. Playful laughter quickly turned to shock, however, when the man was swept to his death by the powerful current. Margaret was said to have been saddened by the event but we will never know exactly what part she played and how she truly felt.

Margaret died at the age of thirty-four on 26th February 1275 at Cupar Castle after falling ill while visiting Fife. She is buried at Dunfermline Abbey in Fife.

[untitled125567]

NEED to be a fat vampress' thrall so bad.

Spending all my time being fattened and pleasured - both of my own volition and through hypnosis - that by the time for her to feed I'm a completely empty headed and obedient pet.

[wynnyfryd]

I’m NoT starTinG aNothEr WIP unTil i FiNish OnE (writes 1255 words of a new idea in a manic 45 minute pacing session)

[timeless-fanfic]

I loved out of time part 1

Out of Time: Chapter 3

The Weight of Time

Word Count: 1255

Andrew x Reader

Note: Here is Part 3!

The mood in (Y/N)’s apartment had shifted by morning. What had initially been awe and curiosity had now transformed into confusion and doubt. As the sun streamed through the large windows, bathing the apartment in soft, warm light, the disciples gathered in the living room. (Y/N) sat quietly on the edge of a chair, observing the tension that had settled over the group.

Andrew could feel it too—this heaviness that seemed to press on all of them, like the very air they breathed was thicker, more complicated. This new world wasn’t just unfamiliar; it was overwhelming. The technology, the speed of life, the constant noise of the city—it was so far from anything they had ever known.

Peter stood at the center of the room, pacing back and forth with his arms crossed, his face dark with frustration. "We can’t stay here. This place... it’s too much," he said, his voice sharp with conviction.

"We don’t even know how we got here," John countered, seated on the couch beside James. "We have to understand that before we can talk about going back."

"Understand it?" Peter’s voice rose. "What is there to understand? This is chaos! Look at us! We’re lost in a world that doesn’t make sense. We don’t belong here."

The others shifted uncomfortably, glancing at one another. Even Matthew, who usually relished in learning new things, looked uncertain as he stared down at the small device (Y/N) had called a "phone." He had spent hours trying to understand how it worked, but even he seemed overwhelmed by the technology.

Andrew stayed quiet, leaning against the wall, his thoughts far from the debate happening in front of him. He could feel the weight of Peter’s words—this wasn’t their home. Their mission had been clear when they were with Jesus. They were meant to spread His teachings, to bring light to the people of Judea. But now? Now they were stranded in a world that felt too big, too fast, too foreign.

And yet, even as Peter’s arguments echoed in his ears, Andrew couldn’t shake the feeling that something was keeping him here. Every time he glanced over at (Y/N), who sat with her arms crossed, listening intently to their debate, he felt a pull in his chest that confused him. He shouldn’t be thinking about her, shouldn’t be allowing these feelings to surface. But no matter how much he tried to suppress them, they were there—quiet, but insistent.

As the debate continued, John, ever curious, stood up from his seat. He had been playing with a small camera (Y/N) had shown him, fascinated by how it could capture moments so perfectly.

"Look at this," John said suddenly, interrupting Peter’s tirade. He lifted the camera to his eye and pointed it at the window, focusing on the way the morning light spilled through the plants on the balcony. A soft click sounded, and the image appeared on the screen. "It’s like... freezing a moment in time," he said, marveling at the picture.

The others turned to look, and even Peter paused in his pacing. John handed the camera to Andrew, who studied the image. It was beautiful—simple, but somehow it captured the essence of the moment. The plants, the sunlight, the quiet stillness of the morning.

John smiled, his eyes bright with excitement. "It’s storytelling, in a way. You capture a piece of the world and share it with others. It’s like writing, but with images."

Andrew handed the camera back, and for a brief moment, the tension in the room seemed to ease. Even Peter’s expression softened as he studied the image on the screen.

"Maybe..." John began, but Peter cut him off.

"Maybe nothing, John. We’re not staying here. This isn’t our mission."

"But what if it is?" John pressed. "What if we were brought here for a reason? We have to consider that."

The debate continued, but Andrew’s mind was elsewhere. He could feel the growing conflict in his heart, a battle between what he knew was his duty and this strange, undeniable connection to (Y/N). He hadn’t intended for it to happen—hadn’t even realized it was happening at first—but now it was all he could think about.

Later that afternoon, while the others were scattered around the apartment trying to adjust in their own ways, Andrew found himself sitting outside on the small balcony with (Y/N). She had offered him a place to rest, to think, and he appreciated the quiet moment away from the noise of the debate.

"Your friends seem to be struggling with all of this," (Y/N) said gently, breaking the silence.

Andrew nodded, staring out at the city below. "It’s hard. This world... it’s so different from everything we’ve known."

"I can’t imagine what it must be like," she said softly. "To wake up one day and find yourself in a completely different time, surrounded by things you don’t understand."

"It’s not just the technology," Andrew said, his voice low. "It’s the feeling that... we don’t belong here. That we’re out of place."

(Y/N) nodded, her gaze thoughtful. "I’ve felt that way too," she admitted. "Like I don’t quite fit in with the world around me."

Andrew turned to her, surprised. "Really?"

She smiled, though there was a sadness in it. "Yeah. It’s not the same, obviously, but I think everyone feels out of place sometimes. Like they’re meant for something else, something more, but they don’t know what it is."

Andrew watched her for a moment, his heart stirring at the vulnerability in her voice. "Do you ever find the answer?" he asked quietly.

(Y/N) shrugged. "Sometimes. Other times... it feels like the answer is just out of reach."

They sat in silence for a while, the sounds of the city far below them. Andrew found himself relaxing in her presence, the weight of his thoughts lifting just a little.

"You’ve been kind to us," Andrew said after a moment, his voice soft. "You didn’t have to be."

(Y/N) met his gaze, her eyes warm. "I wanted to help. You looked lost, and... well, I guess I know what that feels like."

Andrew’s heart clenched at her words. She was more than just kind—there was something deeper about her, something that resonated with him in a way he hadn’t expected. But he couldn’t let himself get lost in those feelings. He had a mission, a purpose, and it didn’t involve falling for someone in this strange new world.

Even as the thought crossed his mind, he knew it was already too late. The connection he felt to her wasn’t something he could ignore. It was real, and it was growing stronger every day.

As the sun began to set, the group gathered once more in the living room. The debate about whether they should try to find a way back to their own time had simmered down, but the question still hung heavy in the air.

Peter stood up, his expression resolute. "We’ll stay here for now. But we need to figure out why we’re here and how to get back. We can’t get distracted."

His words hit Andrew like a stone. He knew Peter was right—they couldn’t lose focus. But as he glanced over at (Y/N), who smiled at him from across the room, Andrew felt a pull in his chest that made him wonder if, maybe, he was already too distracted.

[cruger2984]

THE DESCRIPTION OF SAINT BONAVENTURE The Patron of Bowel Disorders Feast Day: July 15

"We must beg the Holy Spirit, with ardent longing, to give us these fruits. The Holy Ghost alone knows how to bring to light the sweetness hidden away under the rugged exterior of the words of the Law. We must go to the Holy Ghost for interior guidance." -excerpt from the Holiness of Life

Known as Doctor Seraphicus (Seraphic Doctor) and the 7th Minister General of the Franciscan Order, Bonaventure was born Giovanni di Fidanza, at Civita di Bagnoregio near Viterbo, Latium, then part of the Papal States in the year 1221. Almost nothing is known of his childhood, other than the names of his parents, Giovanni di Fidanza and Maria di Ritella. Bonaventure did suffer from a life threatening illness effecting the bowels as a young child, and that prayer to St. Francis of Assisi saved his life.

In 1243, he entered the Franciscan Order at the age of 22, changing his name of Giovanni into Bonaventure, (meaning 'Happy-Future'). In Paris where he was sent to complete his studies at the University of Paris (Sorbonne), possibly under Alexander of Hales, and certainly under Alexander's successor, John of Rochelle. He became an intimate friend of Thomas Aquinas. When the latter asked him what was the source of his wisdom, he showed him a crucifix. He made his studies a continuation of prayer, and prayer for preparation for study.

A remarkable cheerfulness always appeared on his face, confirming what he used to say: 'A spiritual joy is the greatest son of the divine grace dwelling in a soul.'

Three years earlier his fame had earned him the position of lecturer on The Four Books of Sentences—a book of theology written by Peter Lombard in the twelfth century—and in 1255 he received the degree of master, the medieval equivalent of doctor.

At the age of 35, Bonaventure was chosen Minister General of the Franciscans and healed the division caused by the different interpretations of the vow of poverty. Thomas Aquinas, coming one day while Bonaventure was writing the Biography of St. Francis, saw him through the door of his cell in contemplation. Going away he said: 'Let us leave a saint to work for a saint.'

On November 24, 1265, he was selected for the post of Archbishop of York; however, he was never consecrated and resigned the appointment in October 1266.

In 1273, Pope Gregory X sent some delegates from Rome to appoint him Cardinal. When the delegation showed up at Bonaventure's friary at Mugello, they found him washing the dishes. He actually sent them outside to wait for him to finish the dishes. Legend has it, he asked them to leave the red hat (galero) on a tree outside. So the saint finished washing the dishes and then came to greet the papal delegation.

Bonaventure played a prominent role in the Council of Lyons which was called to bring about a reunion with the Eastern churches. Thomas Aquinas died on his way to the same council. A temporary reunion of the churches was achieved and Bonaventure preached at the Mass of reconciliation. However, he did not live to see Constantinople repudiate the reunion.

At the age of 52 on July 15, 1274, while attending the Second Council of Lyons in France, Bonaventure suddenly died and under suspicious circumstances in Lyon, Lyonnais, Kingdom of Burgundy-Arles (present-day France).

Bonaventure's feast day was included in the General Roman Calendar immediately upon his canonization in 1482. It was at first celebrated on the second Sunday in July, but was moved in 1568 to July 14, since July 15, the anniversary of his death, was at that time taken up with the feast of Saint Henry.

It remained on that date, with the rank of 'double', until 1960, when it was reclassified as a feast of the third class. In 1969, it was classified as an obligatory memorial and assigned to the date of his death.

[ceescedasticity]

Can you tell us stuff about the Hirnedhrim that hasn't been brought up in either fic yet? Background information, stuff that got edited out, minor things that probably won't have a reason to be mentioned?

I have a couple of things.

First, have the incomplete opening to Zuste trying to write an explanation of the Fair Orc (warnings for Fair Orc):

Of the Fair Orc

The Fair Orc was so called because he had milk-pale skin, refined features, thick straight hair, and an upright posture. He looked more like an elf than an orc, but though the Men of Dunland had no love for elves they could tell he was something worse than an elf.

The Fair Orc first came to Dunland hundreds of years before the Great Plague. He came down out of the mountains and made abductions from the Dunlendings. Usually he stole young women, usually those who were out alone, but not always. He sometimes attacked small groups, he sometimes breached holdings, he sometimes took older women or men. He very seldom took more than one at once, but it was not uncommon he held more than one at once.

We don't know We aren't sure All the stories just say he ruined

All or almost all of them were returned alive, and hale in body. But Men said The women of childbearing age he begot children on and returned heavily pregnant. As for the others

We watched for when they were returned but mostly did not approach them. I hardly need say they wanted nothing to do with us Only if their family would not take them back, or if their family had been killed in their absence, or if they ran away.

They were broken. Most of them he made think they loved him. This served to make them less likely to try to kill the babe at birth, but he also did it to those who could not bear children. But that passed with time, no more than a few years and sometimes at once. He left them with strange habits.

Thinking they loved him did not keep them from knowing they feared him. And after they overcame the love, or even before, they were filled with shame.

Men called them ruined because they believed the Fair Orc coupled with all of them and that said coupling stole women's purity and men's manhood.

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Second, let me see… okay this is barely interpretable, but it lists all the goblin-men of Dunland I have any notes on, including rough birthdates, rough deathdates if applicable, comments on what Dacian plant name they have, whether they followed Saruman to the Iron Ring (I), refused (U), or were already dead and so not invited (D). Most of this isn't set in stone.

Name; Gender; notes; birth (T.A.); death; notes on death; Iron Ring, Unwilling, or Dead Already? Ziais; f; ; 1140; 2200; dead before; D Artaki; ; ; 1145; 2100; dead before; D Coicolida; f; deadly nightshade; 1150; 2000; dead before; D Seba; f; Wouldn't leave on short notice [elderberry]; 1165; 3019; fall; I Ruit ; f; ; 1166; 1637; ; D Tsiru; m; Leading Saruman loyalist; 1170; 3019; fall; I Zebel; m; ; 1171; 1275; ; D Milda; f; ; 1175; ; ; D Dielina; f; Said she saw an omen [henbane]; 1255; ; ALIVE; I Zena; f; Never followed Saruman [poison hemlock]; 1260; ; ALIVE; U Zuste; f; [wormwood]; 1263; ; ALIVE; I Zired; m; ; 1264; 2500; dead before; D Prodiorna; f; black hellebore; never followed Saruman ; 1350; ; ALIVE; U Carpi; ; ; 1352; ; ; Vydas ; m; ; 1355; ; ; D Charnabon / Charn; m; ; 1360; 1500; dead before; D Bikili; m; ; 1362; ; ; Ebustrone; f; Left in ten years leading up to fall (later) [lesser celandine – toxic]; 1420; ; ALIVE; I Dotos; m; Left in ten years leading up to fall (later); 1425; ; ALIVE; I Cycolis; f; groundcherry; 1426; ; ALIVE; U Zidris; m; ; 1430; ; ; Aprus; f; [smelly iris]; 1440; 1900; dead before; D Cotiata; f; Switchgrass; 1500; ; ALIVE; U Alutus; ; ; 1505; ; ; Donaris; ; ; 1510; ; ALIVE; U Rholes; m; Sensible; 1560; ; ALIVE; I Pegrina; f; ; 1565; ; ALIVE; Kaigiza; m; escaped with Rholes; 1570; ; ALIVE; I Diodela; f; yarrow, etc; 1572; ; ; Azila; f; hound's tongue; 1575; ; ALIVE; U Dapyx; m; escaped with Rholes; 1580; ; ALIVE; I Teres; ; ; 1660; ; ; U Moscon; m; Leading Saruman loyalist, had wife and children who Zuste collected; 1660; 3019; fall; I Sargetia; f; ; 1662; 2000; dead before; D Lax; f; purslane; 1666; ; ; I Salia; f; Leading Saruman loyalist, died in fall [anise or stinking tutsan]; 1670; 3019; fall; I Thornapple ; ; ; 1750; ; ; Pennyroyal; m; Never followed Saruman; 1752; ; ALIVE; U Hanspur; f; Never followed Saruman; 1752; ; ALIVE; U Nightshade; ; ; 1755; ; ; Hemlock; ; ; 1760; ; ; Dracontos; f; rosemary; 1820; ; ; Saldens; ; ; 1822; ; ; Kersas ; ; ; 1824; ; ALIVE; U Parthia; f; dog's tooth grass; 1900; 2000; dead before; D Didas; m; ; 1904; ; ; Polpum; f; dill; 1905; ; ; Daugas; ; ; 1906; ; ; Dadas; m; ; 1998; ; ; Holly; ; ; 2000; ; ; I Daizus; m; ; 2002; ; ; Asa; f; coltsfoot; 2005; ; ; Tanidila; f; catmint; 2007; ; ALIVE; U Teudila; f; Wouldn't leave on short notice [peppermint or horsemint?]; 2100; 3019; fall; I Diegis; m; ; 2103; ; ; Brasus; m; ; 2104; ; ; Scorylo; m; died in war, has rescued supposed-to-be-uruk-hai child, probably; 2110; 3019; ; I Moes; ; ; 2112; ; ; I Kotus; ; ; 2114; ; ; I Rasku ; ; ; 2116; ; ; I Skiare; f; Left in ten years leading up to fall (first) [wild teasel]; 2160; ; ALIVE; I Zoltes; ; ; 2163; ; ALIVE; U Komozoi; m; ; 2200; ; ALIVE; U Kestu; f; ; 2202; ; ALIVE; U Mantia; f; woolly blackberry; 2204; ; ALIVE; U Sitalkas; ; ; 2204; ; ; Coadama; f; pondweed; 2350; ; ; Sipoax; f; broadleaf plantain; 2355; ; ; Anarti; ; ; 2355; ; ; Zyrax; m; Married (and infatuated with) Cynwise; 2360; 3019; fall; I Mugwort; ; ; 2400; ; ; Loosestrife; ; ; 2402; ; ; Priadila; f; bryony; 2404; ; ; Olma; f; Left in ten years leading up to fall (later) [dwarf elder]; 2500; ; ALIVE; I Tyras; m; escaped with Rholes; 2590; ; ALIVE; I Cercer; f; Knew a lot of goblin-women of Isengard [pimpernel]; 2600; ; ALIVE; I Zidra; f; ; 2700; ; ALIVE; U Poris; ; ; 2702; ; ; Argilos; ; ; 2705; ; ALIVE; U Henbell; ; ; 2805; ; ; Dyn; f; Like alchemy, scared of war [nettle]; 2810; ; ALIVE; I Istros; ; ; 2815; ; ; Tarbus; m; Married very late, no children, escaped with Rholes; 2820; ; ALIVE; I Hilwyrt; f; ; 2885; ; ; Sathel ; f; ; ; ; ; I Louzis ; f; ; ; ; ; I

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Third: Somewhere on this list, probably — maybe 'Kotus — is the so-called "squint-eyed Southerner" who was spying in Bree, who eventually went slinking back to Dunland when he had nowhere else to go.

Not on the list because they were probably goblin-men of Isengard, but I think the community probably includes a couple escaped ruffians, too.

[osakaonryoif]

This might sound weird but...

I want to hear more unhinged train rants. Please provide your answers to the following questions:

Your favourite train model.

Detailed information about the model you chose for question 1.

You 100% have a model train set in your basement. Please provide pictures and nerdy ramblings.

Ever thought about writing an IF set fully on a train? I think you'd knock it out of the park.

That is all. Thank you.

Ah, someone who enjoyed the train rant in the demo. I appreciate you, Anon.

And no, no no, it isn't weird, in fact I find it flattering!

Fun fact, that train rant is 742 words, which is just over 0.5% of the total current word count! But, onto the questions.

Easy, BR Standard Class 9F 2-10-0 Steam Locomotive. Although a close second is the Pere Marquette 1255, but that's just me being nostalgic for a Christmas movie.

While yes, the models used on the Shinkansen lines, (such as the N700S Enu-Nanahyakuesu series, which is the train the MC rides in Act one), I am and always will be a sucker for the steam trains over modern electric trains.

Main reason, the big smokestack. Now I know, I know, environmental pollution and all that, but you can't deny how cool they look, as well as acting as a visual signifier of an approaching train from a distance. Second, the whistle. Ohhhh the whistle. Modern trains have whistles, yes, but they are more akin to the horns on cars than traditional train whistles. There's just something distinct about them, but I love the noises. (I may or may not listen to distant steam train noises on youtube while trying to sleep.)

Also, the bell. Of course, not every model had a bell, but they might as well have done. When you think of trains, there's a good chance you associate them with bells, and for good reason.

Finally, the chugging of the wheels as they move along the tracks is iconic, and frankly one of my favourite noises.

Ah, went off on a bit of a tangent, should've been justifying my choice of specific train model, rather than steam trains as a whole.

The 9F Steam Locomotive was the last steam locomotive designed and constructed by British Railways during the 1950's. It was also one of the most powerful steam engines ever built.

I love this model because the front of the locomotive has these side plates, which to me, looks cute because it looks like it's trying to hide it's face because it's shy.

The picture above is actually the last of the 9F classes to ever be constructed, The Evening Star, which was the last steam engine ever constructed by British Railways, and is on display at the National Railway Museum in York. I went there once, and ooh boy lemme tell you I spent ages there. My friends had to physically drag me out of the building. Slight side note though, why does the museum, which is British, have a coach from a Hikari-model shinkansen? The British Museum struck again.

Another reason I like the 9F class is because of it's versatility, which by that I mean that it was run as both passenger trains and freight trains. While they were originally designed as freight trains, some madlad decided to slap some passenger coaches on, and found that it worked wonders! Though if you ask me, it should've been a no-brainer that the most powerful engine you ever built would be a good versatile model.

I suppose by doing that I actually answered question 2 as well. huh. Although, I suppose I didn't go into details about the technical stuff, so here we go.

2)

The full name is the BR Standard Class 9F 2-10-0. All steam locomotive classes conceptualised by British Rail had a 6 digit code after their official name. This code tells you the number and layout of the wheels on the locomotive. For the 9F, you have two tiny wheels at the front with a radius of 3 feet, known as the leading wheels, made to help the train around corners and bends in the track, and then 10 MASSIVE wheels, which provide most of the acceleratory power, and are 5 feet in radius.

Traditionally, the wheels near the back of the locomotive were smaller, but the 9F had massive wheels across the entire length, meaning the rear grate had to be set higher than was standard. This had the effect of a smaller firebox than on other models, which meant that the stoker had to shovel coal more frequently in order to keep up maximum fuel efficiency in the steam engine. There is a reason most standard locomotives had a wheel map of 4-6-2.

There are 9 9F, (probably not intentional) that survived the scrap, and are in use in various locations across the UK. We have the aforementioned 92220 "Evening Star" on display at the National Railway musuem, but there are a few being used for other reasons.

In operation at Tourist Destinations/Steam Heritage Railway sites.

92134 (In service at the North Yorkshire Moors Heritage Railway. It is however missing it's original tender, which has been replaced with one from a class 5 73050.)

92203 "Black Prince" (In service at the North Norfolk Railway.)

92214 (In service at the Great Central Heritage Railway.)

Non Operational:

92207 "Morning Star" (This one is in a bit of a sad state. It is literally just a scrap piece of metal tube, which really has no business being called a train. Some dedicated people are trying to restore it to pristine condition, however.)

92212 (In service at the Mid Hants Heritage Railway until December 2019, when it's boiler ticket expired. Is currently being stored at the site.)

92219 (Being stored at the Strathspey Heritage Railway, and is awaiting Restoration. Poor guy is covered in grime, really needs a wash.)

92220 "Evening Star" (On display at the National Railway Museum in York.)

92240 (Is undergoing restoration at the Bluebell Heritage Railway site.)

92245 (Sadly, is being marked for scrap, and will bring the total survivors down to 8. The boiler is going to be given to 92212, which is a prime example of sharing is caring.)

3. I'M SORRY NO I DON'T. IF I DID I WOULD 100% BE CONSTANTLY SHOWING IT OFF.

But, it is definitely on my list of things I want in the future. Just couldn't afford one at the moment, unfortunately.

4. Oh, funny story that. I actually have, several times. While working on Onryo, I have had that itch of wanting to also have a second project. But I would not want to work on more than 2, as at that point I think it would just become excessive, and I doubt they would ever be finished.

So I did have 2 concepts that I couldn't decide on, which I posted on the Choice Of Games forum a few months ago. I'll link it below.

https://forum.choiceofgames.com/t/interest-check-thread/39424/5922?u=leinco

I have since decided on the concept of Broken Rails, and will devote myself to writing the first chapter once I have completed act 2 of Onryo. From that point, I will alternate between the two, writing a chapter for each, then switching, until both are done.

I have considered making a tumblr page for it, but I don't want to do anything like that until I have a demo ready, so I have held off.

Bonus fact about Broken Rails - the train you are on is a Class 9F! Because of the apocalyptic setting, electric trains are a no-go.

That is all, you have reached the light at the end of the tunnel. Or is it an approaching train?