#Don't try writing while house hunting/stressing

[anja-the-sane-panda]

So anxiety and writer's block has whooped my ass

Feel free to hit me with questions bout anything caus I really gotta distract myself

[reddesires]

As a human, living with apes can be challenging in many ways, we know that. Especially considering that not all of them have sympathy for humans. The reader also has to constantly struggle with these difficulties. She needs some consolation after a hard and bad day. The Ape mens are there for her. <3 I really like your writings btw <33

A/N: Thank you so much for the support, Love. I CRI every time you guys give me a compliment. it's the sweestest! ❤️

Caesar:

Since Caesar was reared by humans, he understands how important words of affirmation are to them.

He'll softly speak to you with comforting words while he holds you in his arms in your nest. Caesar holds unmeasurable empathy for you, he knows that you struggle with adjusting to this new way of living and the partial attitude they could have towards you so he'll assure you that your doing a good job and everything will be okay.

Caesar doesn't really indulge in unnecessary small talk but when he knows that you've had a hard day then he'll seem very talkative and it truly helps you with feeling a while lot better since it feels like your mostly ignored by the others in the colony, only a select few willing to speak to you.

Caesar assures you that they'll come around. Your kind nature truly rubs off on others. It worked on him, so it won't take long till it works on them, too.

"How are you so sure?" The pout on your lips pulling a chortle from him as he draws in your waist closer to him, nuzzling his face into your nape and you giggle at the ticklish feeling his fur has on your neck "I just do." It's best to trust him. He is the Ape King, after all.

Noa:

Noa makes you laugh. He will try his best to make you smile to forget the bad day you had.

He's aware of the impartial views some Clan members have of you, and he truly tries to take your mind away from dwelling onto it too much. He'll pull some antics from Anaya's book like playfully rough housing you, throwing you over his shoulder running aimlessly and tickling you till your sides hurt from the laughter racking your body.

He wants your focus to be on him, he knows that your mind will wander back to the events of your tough day so he'll occupy you with jokes or say something sassy about the others that pulls a mischievous laugh from you.

He keeps things light and fun for you, he's rather protective of your feelings, he sees you as delicate both physically and emotionally, it really does bother him that your having difficulty with your new life in the clan but he knows that you'll fit in soon enough, it'll be like you have always belonged there with them for now he'll just have to fill that gap with your laughter and smiles while the others adjust to your presence in the Clan.

"The Elders don't like me, do they?" You mutter, a dispirited tone dripping from your voice, he frowns looking at you as you picked at the grass dejected, he grabs your hand in his, kissing the top of your hand.

"Eh, they're Elder in the head, I like you." He chitters in response, grabbing and pulling you on top of him, ticking your sides. You laugh as you try to escape his grip.

What wasn't there to like about you is a constant thought for him. He liked everything about you.

Blue Eyes:

It's a tie between taking you out or cuddling you, or even both.

He'd rather take you out of the environment that's stressing you, so in order to take your mind off of your bad day he'll take you to the nearby river to hunt for the seashells that cohabited the banks and later on at dusk, he'll bring you to your favorite spot in the clearing not far from the colony.

It brings you peace to be there alone with Blue Eyes as you watch the sun set and the stars takes their centered stage above you. The difficulties that you face while in the colony don't reach you here it's like you and Blue Eyes are transported to a different realm here, a place that you could call your own with no worries of the outside world or the blaring differences between your humanness and his apeness, none of that matters here.

He cares for your well being and from what he's learned from his father, humans tend to be fragile emotionally when it comes to trying to fit in, he could see how rejection affects your mental well being, though he's sure this is only a temporary setback so he's gotta step in and make sure that your doing well both physically and mentally.

"I know you're worried. You don't have to be.." You gently speak, your voice a stark contrast to the silent atmosphere surrounding the both of you, your back leaning back into his solid chest. He plops his chin on your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your midsection comfortably.

"I always worry.." He murmurs, you lightly smile, turning your head as he takes the chance to press his forehead to yours "your mine to worry about"

[slytherinshua]

TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

genre. angst. a little fluff. warnings. infidelity. and breaking up lol kill me. idk how good this is cause this might actually be my first time writing breaking up angst so sry if its bad. not proofread. pairing. hyunjae x reader. wc. 1.6k. request. requested by @hursheys for #15: "why?" "because i love you." and #53: "why does this sound like goodbye?" "because it is." a/n. uhm fuck you vesper no one likes you i hope u stub ur toe and embarrass urself at the tbz concert like i hope you don't have enough gas to get there and miss it (jk have the best time at the concert u deserve it <33). divider by @/chilumitos. net. @deoboyznet

“I’ve been trying to find a decent roommate for months. I don’t know. Maybe I’m the problem? Maybe no one wants to room with me. I’m just tired of hunting, you know?” You sighed, drumming the pads of your fingers over the warm cup of coffee your boyfriend had treated you to.

“If they don’t want to room with you, then they’re the ones missing out.” Hyunjae said simply, sending you a smile. Your lips lifted and you relaxed your shoulders. You hadn’t felt so relaxed and easy for weeks now. 

After your disaster of roommates last year, you wanted to find good ones for the last year at university. It was proving to be a lot harder than you thought. You weren’t even sure what you were doing wrong. You were fairly tidy, and flexible with rooms and schedules. You didn’t even mind if they wanted to bring over their boyfriends, so long as they limited the visits. As for yourself, you always preferred meeting Hyunjae outside or at his place. It just felt nice to have a break from your place.

“You think so?” You breathed, flashing a grin at your boyfriend before standing up. You grabbed the coffee with one hand and Hyunjae’s hand with the other, starting to walk towards the park. “It still leaves me without a roommate and rent that’s way too high to pay for the whole year. And my classes are too intensive for me to pick up another part time…” 

Hyunjae squeezed your hand sympathetically, glancing up at the sky before he opened his mouth, “You know, Sangyeon’s moving out at the end of the month. He wasn’t sure if things would work out with his new job, but he got the position and found a place closer to his work. I’d have an extra room anyway…” He trailed off, implying the offer with a twinkle in his eyes.

It seemed almost too good to be true; switching from roommate hopping to living with your boyfriend. You were hesitant for a few seconds, running through the logistics of it all. You enjoyed every second you spent with Hyunjae. He always treated you so well, he was truly the most perfect man you had ever met; almost too perfect for your brain to fully comprehend at times. Living with him seemed like an ideal situation.

“Are you sure? Didn’t you say Juyeon was looking for a place to stay while doing his scholarship?” You asked, wanting to eliminate any other factors that would make you feel guilty for going with the offer. You really didn’t mind hunting for a bit longer or even living with a roommate that pissed you off half of the time. You only had half a year left of school, anyway.

Hyunjae just shook his head, “I wanted to offer it to you before anyone else. You need it more than he does, anyway.”

You smiled, “Why are you so good to me, Hyunjae?” 

He laughed, pulling you closer into his arms, “Because I love you. Now, are you going to move in with me or not?”

It had been several months since you moved in with your boyfriend. You graduated university and found a steady, decent-paying job. Your hours were long, and you came back home exhausted most days. Thinking about your future was constantly on your mind. Where your relationship with Hyunjae was going, whether you would be able to save enough for a downpayment on a house, if you could even afford to think about the possibility of kids, etc. It was stressful, to say the least. It felt like you were the only one who was even trying to plan. 

Hyunjae’s routine was the same as when you had first started dating him. He would go to work everyday with his steady 9 to 5, sometimes arriving home later when he went out to drink with his coworkers. Weekends were for relaxation or meeting up with friends. It seemed like everything was perfect, but you couldn’t help but feel like something was slowly going wrong. He felt distant— like now that you were living under the same roof as him, he no longer had to make any effort. You didn’t even go on dates anymore. 

“Hey, babe, can we talk?” You said as you walked into the room, taking a seat on the couch, eyes trained on your boyfriend in the kitchen. 

“I have something to get to in a few minutes, but go ahead.” He hummed, prompting you to go on.

“Is something going on at work?” You asked him, wondering why he had to go somewhere at almost 8pm on a Sunday. 

“No? Why?” 

You sighed, deciding to not question him about it for now, “I don’t want to jump to any conclusions. I want to communicate with you, but I feel like I’ve been the only one making any effort in this relationship. I miss you. We live together, but I barely see your face anymore.”

Hyunjae shook his head, “I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I’ve been trying my best too. It’s selfish of you to say that I’m the only one not putting any effort in.” 

You stood up, “I said it because it’s what it felt like. You never take me on dates, you barely even tell me about your day or ask about mine… hell, it’s been weeks since the last time we even kissed each other. Do you really not feel the difference?” You did your best to stay calm. Yelling at Hyunjae was one of the last things you wanted to do, especially if it was all just a misunderstanding. 

Hyunjae was about to say something in response when his phone rang. You watched him tense up, and your brain was quick to think of possible reasons why. Was he hiding something? Or was he just tense from the accusations and sudden noise? 

You slowly walked to pick up the phone, as he had left it on the coffee table face down, closer to you than to him. It felt like your heart lurched in your chest as your eyes scanned over the caller id. A female’s name; Seunghee. You slid the button over to answer, hesitantly raising the phone to your ear. 

“Babe, you said you would be here 30 minutes ago. What’s taking you so long?”

You made eye contact with Hyunjae, and everything clicked. Why he had been so distant, why he never took you on dates or showed you affection, why he had been staying late after work so often and so hesitant to tell you about his day. He had been lying this whole time, cheating on you with another woman. 

You pressed the contact on the phone, the call still running although you didn’t say anything. Just as you expected, the chat was full of flirtatious texts. They mirrored the kinds of messages that he used to send you when you first started dating. You started to wonder if he had already been dating someone when he asked you out over a year ago. You hung up the phone, deciding you didn’t want to get involved in whoever Hyunjae had chose to cheat on you with.

“Are you going to explain yourself? Or are you running 30 minutes late to your date?” You asked piercingly. If looks could kill, you would’ve shot right through Hyunjae’s head by now.

“No, wait— Y/n, baby—”

“Don’t call me that.” You felt suffocated, and started to walk towards the door, hoping to get some fresh air and clear you head. Hyunjae caught your wrist before you could leave.

“Don’t listen to her. I would never cheat on you.” He insisted. You tried to shake off his hand, but his grip was too strong.

“Lying now too, are we? Let go of me.” 

“Y/n, just let me explain.” He pleaded.

“There’s nothing to ‘explain’, Hyunjae. I saw everything already. Let go of me.” You said harshly. 

“So you’re just going to leave me? After everything?” His voice was grating. 

“After what? The months you’ve been actively cheating on me? You threw this relationship away before I did. Now let me leave—” 

Hyunjae finally dropped your hand, the weight of your words finally hitting him. He had rarely been scared of things in his life. People often described him as fearless and brazen. Things had always turned out alright for him no matter what he did. Mistakes rarely came with consequences, but right now he felt like he had just made the biggest mistake of his life, and the consequence was losing you.

“Why does this sound like goodbye?” He asked quietly, for once a hint of fear seeped into his tone. You were stunned. The entire time you had known Hyunjae, he hadn’t feared anything.

“Because it is.” You left without another word, not wanting to hear whatever convincing Hyunjae would try in order to get you to stay.

It didn't take long for Hyunjae to regret his actions, as the next week you received a series of desperate texts. You blocked his number the same day, and, after retrieving your things from the apartment on a day you knew Hyunjae wouldn’t be home, found a new place to stay. You realized over the next weeks that Hyunjae had simply been too good to be true. His façade fooled you for months, but it was impossible for his imperfect self to give a flawless performance. In the end, he was merely a faulty copy of perfection.

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@talking-saxy,, @cupidslovearrows,, @hursheys

[papabearbobbynash]

Hi,

Do you think there should be more love shown to Bobby when he was in a coma? I mean when Buck was in a coma even May, Athena, and Chris was there. Everyone came to see Buck. But when Bobby was in a coma no one wait beside him only Athena? It would be great if May continue telling Bobby she loves him like when she told Bobby when Buck was in a coma. Maybe that would be the push for Bobby to wake up. His (step) daughter asking him to come back home to their family. What if there was an interaction between Buck and May beside his bed and them discussing that Bobby is basically their dad. Even Harry, remember when Michael was asking the family about proposing to David, Harry said that he now had 3 dads so Harry sees Bobby as his father too. Have the kids interact with each other would be great. Since Bobby's main guilt is about losing his kids. It would shown that in this life he has kids too though not his biologicaly. Maddie and Karen were not in the hospital. It seems like nobody cares about Bobby even though Bobby has always been the anchor to them. It's sad actually. Instead of the date with Tommy, Tommy could've supported Buck by showing up in the hospital.

Hi

there were many questionable decisions on this episode regarding Bobby and I definitely think the biggest problem was the lack of emotion of a dramatic situation they build up for three weeks.

They promoted the hell out of Bobby being in danger in this finale and when it reached the moment for them to gut wreck us, they cut most part of it (Athena in his bedside almost crying, Eddie praying on his bedside while Buck looks almost catatonic). Not to count the complete wtf decisions regarding it other decisions, such as May and Harry not being there for the painful part? When the actors are in the episode and we know it's hard for Corinne to be on the episodes due schedule with her college? Not a single solo scene with any of the 118 who lost their shit before for way lighter injuries Bobby had? Buck "almost lost my dad" thought turning into a sexual joke? Really??

The fact Athena was out hunting whoever done it, I get it, because i expected it end on that. People who expected Athena to do different don't know her character well tbh. The moment she heard from the doctors that Bobby's heart stopped for 14 minutes, she already lost hope, she thought he wasn't waking up from that, and she had lost him. With that? She wouldn't sit there and watch him die for nothing, because in her mind this wouldn't do anything good for Bobby. She already went through that with Emmet and she definitly wouldn't wait 30 years to catch the culprit. This time she had to do something even though it's completely a bad call from her part, because its mostly a coping mechanism to shield her from the pain she is feeling while trying to compensate for the guilt (into believing Amir was the culprit when she invited him in their house + her last words for her husband being on a argument) and to mask her pain. So this part i get it, even if her ways of doing it are definitely not the best to watch. From Athena's part i think we got enough emotion, even if misdirected, however it could have been better. (Forever mourning the promo scene not making to the final cut)

Overall I don't think they made Bobby unimportant (Considering the "goodbye montage" makes it clear he is that much important even if himself doesn't see it). The problem of the whole hospital moments is they writing ooc scenes that don't feel genuinely the character we've watched so far (except for Athena, personally she was totally in character) in the middle of a rushed episode that did not need to be rushed.

Heck they could have left Bobby's life hanging till the premiere. They had the perfect chance of a wrecking cliffhanger if that is what they wanted. They didn't need to worry about being cancelled with such an unfinished story line.

It would stress the hell out of me, but would have killed as a starting anchor to the next season, because it's literally an emotional disaster for the team. It would also allow certain breath in the finale for Athena's character, May and Harry presence could be more meaningful and not only after the turmoil and we could have scenes with the team and Bobby as well.

Instead we got that.. Anyway, it had some bathena moments, but this was underwhelming after all that build up. And i definitely think this episode should have been more emotional. Like allow the audience to feel the pain of the situation before rush to solve it?

Thank you for the ask, and sorry for the venting.

[alexanderlightweight]

Hope your moving is going swimmingly! I am also moving soon and already stressed l. Plus work so 😬. So my request is something soothing, where Magnus and Alec are just having a lovely time. Verse of your choice

i mean, it happened and it's now past the hardest part! tbh it was stressful and super hot — twas 115ish — but the worst part is now over! Nightshade and the Abyss love the new place and the Abyss is having fun trying to assert her authority over the house — she’s tiny, it’s not going as she planned. however she is about 1/10 of Nightshade’s weight and size and she spent the first night taunting him, teasing him and smacking him with sheathed paws every time he gave in to her meowing at him. 

she likes to wait until nightshade is sleeping and then she sneaks up on him and meows at him until he wakes up and then he goes to say hi, she smacks him and then runs so he’ll chase her so he can get in trouble and so she can smack him again. he’a still really young but he’s trying so hard to be friends with her and she’s older and has no interest in actually playing with a puppy — just bullying him. she’s the stereotype of a cat who goes ‘mwahaha’ while blaming the dog for things.

btw Nightshade’s reaction is legit to just upset zoomie or shake a toy at her and cry after she hits him.

they both got in trouble for those shenanigans btw (the running in the kitchen)

moving is incredibly taxing, mentally and physically so take care of yourself! be safe <3 remember that it’s okay and necessary to take breaks and hydrate lots! 

also just so it's known in general, things will be a bit odd even with the move finishing up because my laptop got damaged pretty badly during the move and we don't know if it's salvageable yet. so i'm using my phone and saeth's when they're not using it for writing themselves.

this is in the 'petals vs' and i hope you find it soothing because i did but if not, just let me know cause everyone finds different vibes comforting! good luck on your move! let me know how it goes? i hope it is as stress free as possible and nothing breaks!

<3 lumine

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Magnus adds two streaks of purple to his hair and one of mauve before he holds up of a sprig of wisteria, making sure that the colors match. They do and it’s with pleasure that Magnus puts in two — magically crystallized and grown — dangling earrings created from the same flowers that Alexander is going to wear.

It’s a simple night out and Magnus is in the mood for the quiet intimacy of a long walk with his beloved. 

They don’t necessarily need to dress up for what will essentially be a trek through a hidden grove, but both of them like to indulge both each other and themselves. 

“Alexander—” Magnus calls as he finishes the last touches of his craft and when he turns, it’s to find his darling watching him with soft, adoring eyes. 

Magnus manages to last an entire half-a-second before he’s crossing the room and rubbing his palms down Alexander’s shoulders and then kissing his cheek. 

“You look better.” He finally lets himself say, drinking in the sight that is a well-rested, fully healed Alexander. A kiss is pressed to his jaw and then his mouth, lips lingering with a subtle intensity that lingers almost wistfully. 

“You too, you have enough energy for this trip, right?” He’s asked carefully and Magnus can’t help his smile.

Alexander isn’t being doubtful, he’s being earnestly sweet and Magnus lingers in the languid feeling of being cared for. The last three nights have been full of portals and magic and healing and — while Alexander hunted down the ingredients needed and sharing strength — it’s Magnus who has been expending all of his energy and energy to the very brink. 

Well, Magnus and half a dozen other warlocks but only he and Cat worked the three days continuously. 

They were the only ones who could.

“I’m fine sweetheart. All I needed was a night of rest and you, safe in my arms.”

“I still think you should have let me give you a massage last night.” Alexander murmurs with a pout and Magnus laughs, pressing his fingertips to Alexander’s mouth in a gentle kiss.

“It either would have turned into something neither of us had the energy for, or you would have fallen asleep half on top of me, darling.” Magnus can’t help how soft his tone goes, “we were both spent, Alexander. You’re the only reason Cat didn’t insist on coming home with me, normally she puts her foot down when we encounter a disease like this.” Magnus winks, “she doesn’t normally trust me not to try and immediately research how it happened. However she trusts that you’re a sufficient distraction.”

“Still—” is all Alexander says, a deep yearning in his voice, “you deserve to be taken care of. Especially with how much you take care of everyone else.”

“You’ll find I take plenty care of myself, especially when I’m given a good reason to.” Magnus gives a playful smirk because Alexander knows that he’s the reason Magnus is alluding to and his boy laughs, tender and sweet and Magnus aches with it.  

“Then I’ll need to find a way to stick around then, just to make sure.” 

Magnus’ breathe hitches with want, because they’ve slowly been talking about this and Magnus can’t deny Alexander’s sincerity anymore.  No one who goes to talk to the Council of Elders and some of the oldest members of the shadowworld — who requested and paid the costs of asking to feel some of the best and worst emotions associated with immortality — is insincere. 

Alexander means it.

His devotion is steadfast and his love unwavering, his trust all encompassing when it comes to Magnus and Magnus feels both ravenous and also hesitant. 

Yet how can he disrespect the adoration and devotion that he’s invoked by merely being himself, when Alexander is so guileless about it. When Alexander has made lists of places he wants to visit with Magnus, the greenhouses and gardens he wants to tend to himself when he’s retired, the fact that Alexander wants to retire.

That his beloved wants to leave the clave better than before, but leave it all the same. The day when he will step away from the burdens and responsibilities of his people and family and belong wholly to himself and to Magnus.

Alexander wants to learn and study and travel and love but he wants to only do it with Magnus and that is a treasure Magnus never realized he’d been taught could never be his. Yet to dismiss it would be to invalidate the love given him and well, Magnus would be both cruel and a fool to do that. 

And while sometimes in his long life, Magnus knows he’s been both — though rarely at the same time. It would take an act of befuddlement from his own father for Magnus to act foolishly or cruel with something so delicate concerning both Alexander’s and his own heart.

“I suppose we will.” Magnus murmurs and he summons the flower crown to his hands and gently places it on Alexander’s brow. He admires how the lavender and mauve petals look against Alexander’s features and then he blinks.

Wisteria means many things but the colors Alexander asked for, the type of flower that he normally lets Magnus pick… they mean things.

Devotion that can transcend even death. 

Longevity which implies immortality, though all things can die no matter how long they’ve lived.

“You’re a sly man when you want to be, Alexander.” Magnus murmurs, voice unrepentantly indulgent as Alexander smirks at him. There is a pleased turn to his lips and his eyes gleam with both relief and love and Magnus wants to disappear with him for at least a week.

There’s a cottage in the grove.

Nothing too elaborate but comfortable enough — Ragnor would never have helped maintain it otherwise — and it’s the perfect place for a simple weekend of intimacy. Magnus can teach Alexander to fish as he learned as a boy and he can watch Alexander with amusement when his darling shadowhunter shows off and shoots the fish with arrows and then dives for them. 

Apparently, it was quite a habit for Alexander to go to the ocean in the dead of night with his runes activated, unseen by mundanes as he practiced hunting by shooting fish and then diving for them. 

They can replant the small garden around the cottage and Magnus can teach and show Alexander some of the hybrids he and Cat and Ragnor have created and tended to over the centuries. 

“Sometimes, my love—” and Magnus pauses, adding another layer of protective magic to both Alexander and his crown, “I cannot understand how we came to be.”

Alexander understands him, if the sudden sheen to his eyes means anything.

They’ve both been horribly broken by life and shattered by people supposed to love them yet somehow,despite all the odds they found and have kept and fought for each other.

It’s a beautiful but daunting mystery and one Magnus never needs solved. 

After all, no matter how or why they met, it’s the two of them alone that have made this work.

[atonalginger]

WIP Wednesday

Ho-ho-ho to all who celebrate and happy Wednesday to those who don't. It's a day and I do have something I'm pretty sure I haven't shared that doesn't spoil anything and so why not share, right?

I've hit a rut where my brain just decided it didn't know what I was talking about when I asked it to focus on writing. I still have story left to go but somehow it's very overwhelmed. At this point I don't know...maybe it's holiday stress manifesting as writer's block. Maybe it's imposter syndrome shitting shit down. Could be any number of things.

Part of me feels like I've been 'sitting on this one' too long but I didn't want to start posting chapters until it was done because I need to do a start to finish edit pass and...Gods it's a long fucking road still to the end.

anyway...I had a snippet....Fox's POV and it's with all the adults at the Liberated's HQ which is set in a creation club house on Cassiopeia I with a ... fancy secret room. You'll see sort of in the read more below:

“Is this what it would look like?” Bella asked.

“It’s a one to one replica,” Jay sidestepped closer, “right down to the twinkling lights.”

“Sort of reminds me of the buried temple,” Sam said as he walked down the carved stone steps to rejoin the group, “only much, much shinier.”

“And it is weird that there is caelumite deposits,” Fox added.

“But it doesn’t appear to do anything,” Jay said quickly, “might be once upon a time a starborn decided to build themselves a palace, fancied themselves a princess and everything, and then one day got bored and abandoned this place.”

“You really don’t think it does anything?” Del asked.

“We could always try hitting it with something,” Fox said with a shrug, “but no…I don’t think it does a damn thing other than look cool.”

“Mierda,” Del grumbled and kicked at one of the grooves in the platform, “knew I shouldn’t have got my hopes up.”

“It was worth trying,” Rokov said as he leaned against one of the metal pillars, “and now we all know this room is here.”

“Yes, we do,” Bella looked back at Delgado, “do not keep secrets like this from me again.”

He stared back at her, oscillating between defense and defeat. He was the boss. The one who decided what was important, what was shared, and when. And yet he knew there was no winning with her.

“I don’t see what Del did being that wrong,” Sam said as he ran his fingers through his hair, “he ran enough tests to know it wasn’t an active threat and locked it down so no one could fuck with it. We’ve known security around this place was tight, so any threats this might have attracted were going to be met with a hell of a lot of resistance, and it’s not like you and the kids lived here full time. This isn’t much different from when Solomon found the Empty Nest.”

“The what?” Bella spun around with furrowed brows, “Solomon found weird starborn shit?”

“Apparently,” Sam shrugged and chuckled, “not that he knew what he found. It was a cave a stone’s throw from where he ended up building a home. What began Akila City. He called it that because he found that none of the wildlife would go near it. It was a perfect nest but completely empty. He never told anyone much more about what he found and I never thought a thing about it until the Lodge started seriously hunting the artifacts.”

“His notes were on point too,” Jay noted, “not even ashta would mess with the cave or the surrounding area…until I pulled the plate. Shaw was so busy fending off a curious pack that she didn’t notice us leaving with our prize.”

Bella took another look around the chamber before dropping her hands to her sides and marching toward the door, “we’re locking this back up. We’re adding more locks. No one is messing with this. As far as I’m concerned it does not fucking exist.”

“That was my original plan, mi amor,” Del said as he followed close behind, “I only brought it up I thought maybe they might know more…”

“They’re going to be that way for a while,” Rokov said with a sigh, “I should go find the little ones. Maybe see if they want to go for a swim.”

“I can help with that,” Sam tipped his hat and joined Rokov as he walked out of the chamber.

With only the twins remaining Fox walked over to the armillary and watched as the rings spun around. It really was just like the ones they found in the temples. Even the engravings matched. But it was inert; no energy resonated from the plates, no song tugged at their soul. It was a forgery.

“I can’t shake the feeling that the artifacts are somehow related to whatever was going on with that grav-jumping star station,” Jay said, her voice barely a whisper, “Frost never would have given her those notes had he known it could lead her into danger…right?”

“He would never intentionally put his Bookworm in danger,” Fox hugged his twin close, “and those two aren’t helpless. Remember that incident out on Cassiopeia IV-c? Or the story Manny shared about getting jumped during a supply run? Those two are tough and whatever is happening I believe they can handle it.”

“I want to share your confidence,” Jay buried her face in his shoulder as she fought back tears, “I very much want to believe you.”

Fox hugged her tighter and shared the belief that kept him sane, “Together nothing in the starfield could stop them.”

[diedandwenttobobevans]

First Journal Entry 7/21/24

Hi. Hello. I'm so fucking bad at journals. I've been wanting to do this for a bit tho. It's going to be a big dumb thought dump. Don't really care about coherence, this is just a habit I really wanted to get into. Theres a part of me thats like, anxious? I'm dealing with some really bad self image issues right now. Lots of stuff going on in my life. I've been insanely insecure and self concious recently and so even just the idea of airing my greivances out publicly with the protection of anonymity is nerve wracking to me. Everything in life feels overwhleming and. just. AAAAAAAAAA

Here's the thing. I'm a sorry excuse for an adult. I'm 35, just got out of a mediocre and toxic 13+ year relationship with my ex back in April. It was a long, dragged out death to a unfulfilling existence that I held onto too long. Dear Jesus I just realized I'll be 36 in 3 weeks. Fuck. Ready to get off Mr. Bones ride already. I am she/her/they (oh hey, that they is new but dont want to dwell on it too much) bi- lesbian leaning mess of a human being. I don't have spawn thank god. That's not to say I dislike kids or anything, I just don't find I am a patient and responsibile enough person to care for one. I barely can take care of myself.

So mental disorders. I haven't been properly diagnosed. Gotta love the American Health Care system. But it's more so I don't do anything. I don't take care of myself in the very obvious ways and I am always prcrastinating and straight up avoiding difficult and stressing tasks that every other normal ass person can do. So I haven't bothered with getting health insurance. I don't have a traditional job that provides benefits. God, I sleep so much but everthing tires me. Even just writing this out is mentally exhausting. I don't know whats wrong with me. I think its ADHD, Depression, Anxiety, maybe something else. Autism? BPD? Maybe I'm just a hypochondriac. I don't know how people can function if they feel like I do. I barely want to get out of bed.

My brain is starting to fry and I'm struggling to sit and type these feelings out. Again, so overwhelmed. It feels like I have so much to dump here. But at the same time I don't know what I want to talk about? If its not obvious, I'm not a self actualized person. I'm struggling defineing myself and my goals and what I want out of life. I'm hoping journaling practices will help with that.

I hung out with my brother and two of his friends on Saturday. One is renting out his basement, hes a long time friend of my bro's wife. Great guy, but I kinda want him to move out so I can take over the basement. Hes been house hunting recently so it seems possible. The other friend is a woman I just met this year, not sure how long of a friend shes been with Bro but shes openly Pan, outgoing, smart, adorably nerdy. Fine as hell. An amazingly caring person. I, the absolute garbage bag I am, went to a party at the beguinning of the year and not knowing anyone there, drank fast and furious and went a little loud and first met Adorable Nerd (not knowing the extent of her nerdiness) while plastered, trauma dumped about my failing relationship. Claimed to "like her vibe" THEN GAVE HER ASS A SQUEEZE according to other party goers. I'm so ashamed. and cowardly to boot so the next 2 parties I seen her at I avoided her out of embaressment. The fact she still wants to talk and even has invited me out to future hangouts is insane. She loves DnD and wants to play so bad. Maybe she would want to go to Gen Con? Trying to enjoy roleplaying games and board games is kind of weird when theres a lot of history of my ex and those activities, but damn it, I like that stuff. I may of learned a lot from him about the subjects but that doesn't make me not interested anymore.

Anyway, AdoraNerd seems intent on trying to "help" me. Trying to get me out and about, talk about my feelings. It's been 3 months now since the break up. I guess I should leave the house. Is she into me, is this weird to ask. Why would she care. I told her she would do amazing in psychology

God this a jumbled mess of thoughts. I would love to get better at writing and organzing my brainworms. For now though I think I'll end it here and try to make this a daily practice.

I want to add what I'm listening to here as well. Remember on myspace and xanga and most people ended their blogs with "currently lsitening to/currently watching/ currently playings/currently eating ect" stuff? I want to continue the tradition. What would all the important stuff be? I also kind of want to get into a collages for my mood so I have some kind of creative outlet outside of work.

Listening: SUPERHEAVEN - I'VE BEEN BORED / LITHONIA - CHILDISH GAMBINO

Watching: THE TICK (1994)

[musicalherbalist]

I have come up with a creative way to get around talking about Trimax spoiler characters with my roommate. Sorry for the new probable string of mh posts, currently it's been giving me serotonin and an occasional stress distraction. I love my bf, and he gave me a fantastic present! ^^ Also, I just want to bring up... I don't get why people hate Rise so much? Honestly, it feels like funner Dark Souls to me.(If you know my old content, I *love* Dark Souls' world, story, artstyle, and music, but I actually lowkey hated actually playing it. If any of you come at me saying I should just 'get good', I'm sorry for this, but I just didn't find actually playing it fun. Elden Ring was kinda fun when I tried it at a friend's house, though.) When you make an attack, you have to commit to it, unless you have a way to animation cancel out of it, unless you use a faster weapon. I don't. So far, I loved Hunting Horn the *moment* I picked it up, and have lowkey kind of...haven't picked anything else up. The Blunt Force Instrument doesn't have a lot of ways to get out of it's animation lock, but using what you can to slip by monsters' attacks is just plain *fun*. It reminds me of playing Dragoon in ffxiv. Also, the music is utterly fantastic, and I love the environmental storytelling at play in almost all of the areas. I actually really adore base Rise because, while the story was really bare bones at first, it genuinely sold me on the 'close knit community' vibe. Elder Fugen feels like a loveable father-figure, I really love just talking to Hinoa and Minoto(they do have actual sibling vibes), and Iori and Yomogi feel like genuinely good kids trying to do what they can to help their community. I also genuinely think that Master Utsushi is a funny 'mentor' character. I have more to say about the characters, I love just running around and *talking* to the npcs. I'm not going to touch on the Kabuki Theater references in pretty much almost every aspect of the game, but the moment I recognized certain tropes and nods, especially when it came to Ibushi and Narwa, as well as Magnamolo, it sold me on the game's subtler writing. That's where the story shines. Although, I do think that the story *is* rather bare bones, and nearly every other MH game I've looked into seems to suffer from this, but in Rise's case, almost everything else makes up for that. Also, a fair amount of the armor is pretty cool, and while I don't like how utterly grindy the game can be, at least the fights don't really get boring to me. I've fought Narwa probably 10 times while trying to get a Thunder Serpent Orb for the horn, and I still haven't really gotten bored of it. I *have* gotten confused, because I keep accidentally face-tanking her desperation move, and I have no idea why I keep living through it. I might post more photos soon, but not before I post more art. Thank you to everyone who reblogged my commission prices, and I do finally have a Ko-Fi, too. :) If anyone wants to do a one-time donation, or pay for a com through there, my Ko-Fi is https://ko-fi.com/tokotoko14879 ! Thank you all!

[meatriarchived]

how do you analyse a character to know their mannerisms and how to write as them?

ooooo okay so, to be fair, i dont exactly have a set method to how i do it ts definitely just. i toss shit into a cauldron and see what sticks, what makes them tick what feels right and what doesnt gets yanked out so to speak.

if the character has source material its definitely alot easier to do because of the visuals they have! i like to re-watch scenes alot with characters to try and pick up little things on them.

for example with thomas - his actor had a habit of making small, jaw / teeth movements like grinding teeth / rolling jaw joints, and i translate those to mean either mimicking him hungering after victims, or with his agitation getting to him and him struggling to soothe it and keep himself in check. he also has moments of hesitation when charlie's barking orders - because i don't think inherently thomas wants to kill; but charlie stabs and twists his traumas back into him, repeatedly, and it sets him off. thomas is also just BRUTAL in his hits (perfect example when he kills the slaughterhouse boss at the start of '06) and not even simply taking his size into account for it, brutality is alot of what he knows from childhood - growing up with a father and brother who relentlessly antagonized him. so with that in mind, when he attacks, when he hunts down, when he kills, its him reflecting what he saw in his father and in charlie.

maria on the other hand, if we note how apparently the flores father has either passed or walked out on them some years ago (i follow moreso that he just. left.) maria had to grow up immediately, to be there for her mother, to be there for ana. i see her in her youth having had her head in the clouds, dreamily spending her younger years simply being a kid, being a teen, and truly saw no ill will in the world at large. and then their father left them, and she realized oh okay life isnt always kind but thats fine we've got this, i've got this. she stepped up following him leaving and did her best to do great in school, to help around the house, to help their mom. because of this though she hides alot of stress and anxiety, and while they dont always show outwardly to others, it IS made clear by her sleep paralysis / night terrors, its clear in her habits of biting on lip and insides of cheeks. of her wringing hands and fingers together, rubbing her wrist or arm or shoulders. its evident when she smiles so brightly but that light isnt reflecting in her eyes. maria i write to try and be truly as friendly and sweet and as sunshine incarnate as possible - however even the sun has its dark spots and hers is evident by her melancholy, her fears, hatred and anger. when she feels her highs she is truly warm and bright yet when shes at her lows she burrows into ground to go deeper - to hide.

nancy, as shes fresh on the mind still hers are more visuals than anything. she is reptilian and a.rachnid in movement. she is elongated limb coiling itself around prey, inching toward throat. she is eyes that see more than believed, eyes that are everywhere - in the walls, the ceiling, the furniture, the flames of candle. she is the lapse in time remembered, where one comes back to reality to find themselves not where they once where, with no recollection of how they got there. she is chameleon in the way she changes herself, altering her appearance, altering how she is viewed to the naked eye. she is face obscured by shadow, with unseen eyes glowering from darkness. she is the brush of web against skin that makes you flail arms in a panic.

otherwise though before i let this ramble a lil too long dbskd

i tend to focus and re-watch alot of scenes for those who have actual source material to go on. i look at faces and how expressions are made on them, how lips turn and twist, or how eyes widen or corners of lips twitch. how hands and arms express, how to describe tthe way they walk.

for those without real source material (like maria esp, like my trials muses) i look at gifs of scenes from other shows, see what mannerisms and little things that i attribute to the personality im gearing them for. maria's tend to show apples of cheeks, excited jumping in place, or the quivering of lip and chin when upset, the recoiling into herself in either attempt to hide or in disgust. for simmi its the rolling of shoulders and back muscle, the lucifer stare. its little things like that.

ill also say, ALOT of it has to do with the fact that ive written so many different characters over the years - from absolute saints to some vile motherfuckers. i have alot of... i guess i can call it "profiles" so to speak of behaviors that i tend to attribute to certain characters, mix and match with any canon personality traits,a nd then run with whatever i feel sticks. last time we counted, my offsite co-writer and i had about 530+ characters in a story we've had fun with for the last nearing fifteen years, so, safe to say i have alot of memorized mannerisms that i dont really need to go out looking for anymore c;

but truly, the majority of it is simply just hyper-focusing on available scenes and finding animals / symbols / etc that i can draw influence from for their behavior and voices.

[silvereternitywrites]

The Ghostly Roommate

Prompt: You moved into a new house, rumored to be haunted by the ghost of a murdered housewife. One day, you try and catch proof of the ghost. At night, in the kitchen, you see a spectral woman...cleaning the house? She sees you and says “...sorry...the afterlife was dull...this is much better” Prompt Source: user Kradsens; subreddit “Writing Prompts”

"Ah," I said, guiltily shuffling my feet as I became abruptly aware that I was in just a pair of sleep shorts and had my arms stuffed with dirty dishes I had just hunted through my room for.

"Let me just- I don't want to drop these," I mumbled, carefully putting each ceramic mug down in the sink, followed by the stack of plates and bowls.

"You don't have to apologize for cleaning, Miss...or Mrs?"

"Miss, please. Hargrave. I know, the irony," she smiled at me where she was clutching the kitchen broom.

"If you've been watching me much, then I'm sure you know very well I also clean, though mostly sporadically and inefficiently."

"Young man, you forget things for days, and then start to look stressed and hopeless when you realize how many things you forgot! You have bills to pay, and work to do, and picking up after you isn't half as frustrating as my husband was when I was alive," Miss Hargrave assured, putting the broom away before sweeping over to the dish drainer and starting to put things away. She was miraculously silent; nothing clinked or clacked while she worked. No wonder I never heard her before.

"It's part of my disorder, actually, Miss. It's the ADHD, I literally can't see them, until I can," I explained, rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly.

"That explains why you look so distressed to discover the mess, at least. It's much more interesting than the afterlife and it seemed a nice thing I could do to help you, young man- has it been helping?"

"Oh, so much! I thought I'd hired a cleaning service and just forgot!"

She smiled, and I felt bad about the cameras and attempts to catch pictures now.

"I'm glad. I'll stay on as roommate, if you don't mind."

"Better than any of the other candidates, Miss Hargrave. Not that there are many, but- y'know."

"Yes. Now, you toddle yourself back to bed, young man! You have work in the morning!"

Laughing, I went to bed.

Ghost, confirmed: adorable.

[creepswrites]

may i ask for a hc list of dbd killers dealing w/ their s/o overwhelmed with life and just needing some good soft comfort?

Yeah of course!! Sorry that this is so late, I got busy with life very quickly... Hope this was worth the wait!! I'm not super familiar writing for some of the DBD Killers yet but I'll get there!

DBD Killers w/ a S/O who is overwhelmed and needs some soft comfort (SFW)

The Shape

Comfort is not usually Michael's forte but because its you, he's willing to make an exception just this once. He can clearly see you need it, he's not blind

At first he likely thinks its a person thats causing this or that its just something he can stab to make it go away for you

Once he realizes you just need him for comfort, he tilts his head curiously

People don't usually come to him wanting comfort...

He'll sit with you and watch movies that you like. Doesn't even stand when he's bored because he knows its meaningful to you if he stays

Michael's not really a great cook so I can't say he'll make you comfort foods but if you want fast food he's happy to get that done for you (best not ask how exactly he did it)

Quietly sits with you and rubs your back when you get too overwhelmed. Not the best at contact but you can clearly tell he's trying

He'll lay in bed with you and let you cuddle him all he wants though!

The Ghostface

Likely the most understanding since he's also very human

He's the kinda guy who needs to get out of the house when he's stressed so hope you like going places! Even if it's something as mundane as a bookstore or window shopping at a mall, Danny's trying to get your mind off everything stressing you out.

He takes you party crashing, out to movies, out to dinner, anything. Just to let you get some air.

100% willing to hold you and sway with you. Don't be surprised if he tries to get you to dance with him, just to see if it'll make you smile

He worries about you more than you think. It's hard for him to understand exactly what's going on in your head but you can tell he cares very much about you

Encourages you to be the little spoon so he can hold you while falling asleep and whisper sweet things to you, promises you everything will be okay

Makes you breakfast in bed and offers a lazy day, if thats what you want. Otherwise, he's dragging you off for another day on the town until you feel better!

The Huntress

She tilts her head when she comes home to you stressed out on your couch. Though she's not exactly sure what happened, she knows she wants to help! Thats enough motivation for her

Makes you a warm, comforting meal and takes you for a bath together (with plenty of bubbles, if you want that)

Cuddles with you and gives you her clothes if she knows she'll be away for a bit longer than she's happy with

Anna might also worry that you're sick so its a good idea to reassure her that you're perfectly fine, physically. Just need some emotional help

Like Michael, not the greatest at offering comfort but she'll let you rant at her about anything that stresses you out

(Though be warned: if it's a person stressing you out, she will hunt them to the ends of the earth for you)

The Oni

Doesn't realize at first how stressed you are until he catches you having a full on breakdown in the kitchen

Kazan isn't the most experienced in this field. He almost wishes it was a physical illness because at least then he'd be in familiar territory

He's much more physical than Anna or Michael, happy to hold you and pet your hair and smother you in physical affection

If you ask him to, he'll even cook for you! Its very typical Japanese meals but you can tell he put a lot of effort into them for you to feel better

He almost wants to punch your anger away, he feels awful for you and desperately wishes there was more he could do for you

Drags you down to the hot springs in his realm to let you relax

He'll also let you rant at him but he's very likely to get equally upset at you OR be upset for you! Just be cautious!

The Executioner

Not exactly the most... aware of the bunch. He can sense you're frustrated or upset but thats really the furthest he takes it unless you come to him to tell him

Its not that he doesn't care! He just doesn't want to assume or make things worse by pointing out how you've been pacing and chewing on your fingers for the past half hour

Pyramid Head isn't the most capable of things like cooking but he's very capable at giving you a massage or holding you!

He's more than happy to take some time out of his day to just hold you and smother you with affection

Most likely to hover around you for the next few days, just to make sure you're okay

He doesn't really speak much, if at all, but his gestures are enough for you to see he really does care

[intergalacticaquarium]

more terrible no good headcanons for eddie disaster dreamboat munson

I said that if anybody made him too cool I'd have to add more and that's exactly what I'm gonna do babes because I had to scroll for way to long to find him making spagetti-os

(posting again bc it wasn't showing in the tag)

(first post)

-genuinely doesn't know what those stains are. Didn't even know it was stained bc he's had the same fitted sheet on it with one corner tugged off for 8 months and forgot about them since last time

-throws away Tupperware if the stuff in it is too gross

-he's pretty sure that green sour candy counts as a vegetable so he does eat at least 3 a day.

-just. Doesn't ever throw things away. Stupid shit like the backs of band aids and paper straw wrappers and napkins and hooooo boy this has turned into a callout post about myself

-sometimes horseflies fly into his hair and get stuck and he can hear them buzzing around and doesn't necessarily so anything about it right away until it stops

-no room for legs in the front seat of his car that space is reserved for old fast food bags

-buys new underwear instead of doing laundry

-hey why do I keep writing genuinely embarrassing things that I literally do irl. Is this really worth putting myself and the 4 huge bags of laundry I have in my tiny car and all my band aid wrappers on blast. Next I'm gonna write that every surface in eddies house is covered in stacks of hobbies and papers that feel like a goddamn archeological dig every time I clean

-psych he does that too

- ok things that I don't also do so that I don't start having a crisis that makes me a tidier person:

-feeds a family of raccoons that live in an abandoned hunting cabin in the woods

-one time he let one live in his closet for a bit and hoped Wayne wouldn't notice (this may explain some of the stains)

-this boy spills. Everything. He's a hand talker and it doesn't matter if he's holding something.

-the hand talking is also terrifying when in a car he is driving

-never drinks water ever and it stresses ppl out

-every single time he sees somebody he knows in public he will try and sneak up on them to scare them

-wears shoes inside bc he broke glass on the carpet months ago and he doesn't want to vacuum.

-the only place he has to actually sit and do anything I his room is his bed because everything else is covered in stuff

-everything is covered in stuff but every drawer he has is empty

-theres one category of things he owns that is organized absolutely meticulously and idk what it is but he's very proud of it and when he says he's "cleaning his room" it means organizing like band tees alphabetically or sorting minifig painting supplies and everything else stays trashed

-it's a perm and he did it himself in his bathroom 100%

-hair dye stains all over the bathroom from an ill advised look a while back. and maybe a few more times

-doesnt have a compulsive habit to bite his nails he does it bc he can never find the damn fingernail clippers

-notes and doodles. All over his arms

- yknow how when u were in school by the last day you'd have like one pencil and nothing else and u kept a hold of it bc you couldn't find any others?

- eddies been at that point since about half way thru his first senior year. He has one pencil and it is a stub (it is a d.a.r.e. pencil and he does find it funny) with no eraser and it's not sharp and it had a million bite marks on it

-has little stoner burn holes in all his clothes all his sheets his matress his sheets and the seats on his car bc he needs to be more careful and is gonna end up starting a fire someday

-wait that last one was a me thing

-maybe this is how I can embrace my flaws. make eddie do em too. it's cute when he's disgusting

-I no longer have improve myself at all

-puts random food in his pockets for later even though it will get linty. Gonna go ahead and say that I don't do this.

-isn't actually that good at guitar it turns out

-I gotta stop myself now because I know they'll just keep comin but add any you can think of or dm me because every time he gets worse he gets more of my love so like 2 give him a hug reblog 2 spray him with a hose

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

Omg please don't stress about it, you're totally right! Only write what you feel comfortable writing! I haven't finished the manga so I too am still unaware of some of the characters, I just felt instant attraction to Sanemi. So I wonder, if you're not too busy, if you could bless us with some headcanons of Kyojuro during winter instead, maybe with his s/o or his brother or whatever you want! I really enjoy the thought of him being able to feel more comfortable when it's not hot anymore 🤍

r.kyojuro/reader

a/n: i went ahead and did this in a headcanon/bullet-point style just out of sheer laziness LOL (this is just a lot of rengoku son cuddles bc they're both precious)

-x-x-x-

kyojuro's favorite seasons were those in the colder months

although he did enjoy the warm springs and felt himself boil with passion in the summer sun- nothing could quite compare to the comfortable autumn days and chilly, quiet winter mornings that almost soothed his body of its higher than average body temperature

many people disliked the cold month bc of the struggle to survive- the autumn starts to send hunting game into hibernation and hiding and the winter settles it all with harsh snow and ice

however, summer and spring could be just as dangerous and harmful with their torrential downpours and unrelenting heatwaves

and natural disasters could occur during any part of the year- regardless of how unlike it may seem so they were exactly the strong argumentative points

though, if he boiled it down to simplistic the real reason he enjoyed the colder months was the time he spent with you and senjuro during them

senjuro was a small, frail child so the cold always got to him, even if he tried his best to ignore the chill that went straight to his bones

you often found yourself spending time at the rengoku estate while kyojuro was out on jobs

you watched over senjuro and kept him company in kyojuro's place and because shinjuro wasn't exactly the type of father to go and spend quality time with either son

you weren't the most accustomed to the cold, but when push came to shove and you could grit and bare it to keep senjuro healthy

you were always draping him in half coats and cloaks and even wrapped cloth around his head to keep his ears warm

he would serve you hot teas and warm foods to try and keep you warm in turn

the days that kyojuro is at the house with you both, you would convince senjuro to take longer breaks between his chores to spend with his brother

but ofc while the two boys do spend much quality time together, they both want to include you as well

you could be reading, minding your business with a blanket over your lap trying to fight off the cold and senjuro would be sliding the door to your room open a crack and asking to lay with you because he was cold

whether or not he was truly cold or if he just wanted to act like a child for a while you weren't sure, but why would you ever turn the younger son down?

and not long after he's curled up under your blanket with you, laying with his small head on your lap and well past sleeping, kyojuro comes into your room as well

he always stops short for just a moment when he sees you treasuring his little brother so much- as it never fails to make his heart soar that senjuro is well taken care of and in turn the younger brother likes kyojuro's lover so much

the mutual bond between you too makes him giddy

kyojuro will come sit beside you and rest his arm over your shoulders pulling you closer to his side as you lean your head on his shoulder

he'd ask what you were reading and you'd carry quiet conversation for a little while before he asks if you were still cold

with senjuro's younger body heat under the blanket with you and kyojuro's arm around you- you promised you weren't cold at all

as soon as you start nodding off, he was gently getting up and blowing out the small candle that had lit up the room before returning to your side

he'd pluck the book from your hand and mark your page and before you could start whining, he'd shush you

he'd adjust your position so you could take a nap comfortably against him

the quiet, serene, and innocent intimacy he gets to share between his lover and his previous younger sibling is at the top of the list on why the colder months are absolutely his favorite

he eagerly awaits them every year, greedily soaks up all the warmth you offer him in your attempts to escape the cold, and sorrowfully wishes them well as the days begin to warm again

but just as spring and summer are always bound to come after winter and autumn, winter and autumn are bound to return as well

[julek]

Modern Love: A Geraskier Modern AU Fic Rec List

A Place to Lay My Head by @grassylampshade - rated E - 2.4K words - fun to read, very hot, and geralt has a clapper lamp. everything we could ever wish for:

Geralt's got the essentials: a door, a lamp, and a mattress on the floor. That's all he needs to fuck Jaskier silly.

true leadership, rainbow laces, short shorts, and a small cause for a national scandal by foghornjazz - rated T - 11.9K words - i could read 100K of this and not get bored. the commentary, the descriptions, the dialogue; everything is just so good and fun and interesting and it just sucks you right in, even if you don't care about football:

Geralt is a simple man with simple desires: he wants to play football and get paid for it. He does not want to be photographed while out for a jog, or have his anatomy debated on morning TV, or play any part in his idiot teammate Jaskier's scheme to expose an ex-friend for leaking stories about him to the tabloid newspapers. Funny how things work out.

the you follow? series by @shortcrust - rated T - 3.6K words - an epistolary series in which jaskier is a famous singer, yet his twitter fanbase seems more interested in his gorgeous husband. so so so so sweet and fun and just such a clever way to tell a story!

No, I Don't by @ghostinthelibrarywrites - rated T - 5.6K words - i just [clenches fist] love the way jenn writes her modern aus and they're just sweet and in love and i would die for them in a heartbeat — anyway, geralt says "i love you" for the first time, and then has a bit of a (hilarious) breakdown:

Geralt and Jaskier are trying to navigate their way through a brand new long-distance romance after a decade of friendship. So when Geralt accidentally tells Jaskier that he loves him, he panics. Just a little.

Socially Acceptable Ways to Meet Your Soulmate by @elpiething - rated E - 4.2K words - i've read this one so many times, there are little bits i can quote by heart. just— please go read it. omegaverse + porn au? be still, my heart:

An AU where Alphas can't knot without medical assistance.

Or their soulmate.

you're only brave in the moonlight (stay til sunrise) by @yoursummerfrost - rated E - 29.2K words - i've recommended this one so many times already, but, really. just— go. it's so good it'll make you cry. in the best way.

Falling in love with his roommate is, objectively, a bad idea—but most of the major decisions of Jaskier's life have been bad ideas, and they've gotten him this far.

Cryptid Fucking for Fun and Profit by @ghostinthelibrarywrites - rated E - 7.5K words - i've come back to this one soooooo many times!!! so fun and warm and just. cozy. and geralt's a cryptid! what's not to love!

When Jaskier, a vlogger and amateur cryptozoologist, goes hunting for the famed Bigfoot of the Blue Mountains, he gets more than he bargained for.

The Non-Denominational Winter Party by @jackironsides - rated T - 10.6K words - to borrow dorian's excellent tag: #this fic is set to MAXIMUM COZE. it's one of my favorite fics to read curled up under a blanket and it makes me feel like i'm being wrapped in a big warm hug. the best feeling.

Housemates Geralt and Jaskier are hosting their yearly Non-Denominational Winter Party, but somewhere along the way their friends seem to have got the wrong idea.

‘You… know that Jaskier and I are just friends, right?’

I Make You Scream, I Make You Smile by @whispered-story - rated E - 5.4K words - a lovely halloween-themed fic that is so so so sweet and lovely and safe! i've come back to this one too many times <3

Between his stressful job as a vet and helping Lambert run his haunted house, October is the worst time for Geralt to start dating someone new. But then a very cute, but utterly terrified guy comes through the haunted house and Geralt realizes he's much more interested in taking care of him than scaring him any further.

More Than an Address by @drowningbydegrees - rated T - 4.1K words - and they were roommates! such soft, tender pining, with the sweetest ending <3

Broken Things All Have Stories by @inber - rated M - 2.8K words - ugh, i don't think i've talked enough about how much i absolutely adore the way fortune writes geraskier modern au. i should talk about it some more. anyway, here's wonderwall:

Geralt and Jaskier are taking things slowly. After a mishap involving a Wiimote and a horse figurine, they both get a lesson on the value of communication.

your two tongue kisses by Krytella - rated E - 7.4K words - a really lovely porn au with cameraman jaskier and porn actor geralt, but like. different. it's slow and beautiful and tender in a way i can't quite describe. guess you'll have to read it!

It’s not like Jaskier would want to be in the scenes with Geralt. That’s all highly choreographed, completely stripped of romanticism. No, what Jaskier fantasizes about is ridiculously sappy by anyone’s standards: kissing him, wrapping their bodies around each other in shapes that don't angle to the camera, running fingers through his hair, touching him when he’s not hard, or not to keep him hard, just for pure pleasure.

Or: Jaskier is a porn cameraman and Geralt is his favorite performer. Probably not the porn AU you were looking for.

I'm just curious by @feraljaskier - rated E - 2.4K words - i just looooooooooooove this one so much!

Bored in quarantine, Geralt stumbles upon Jaskier's plug and decides to try something new. Halfway through his playtime Jaskier video chats him and they have some fun.

Return to Cidaris by pinksugartales - rated M - 34.1K words - ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! just such a beautiful story straight out of a holiday romcom!!!!!! so many feelings!!! it literally feels like watching a movie. please go ahead and give it a read. (maybe not like i did, all in one night, but— still).

While Valdo’s living a Hallmark Christmas romcom, Jaskier’s life falls to pieces. At least the man he meets in the little town’s bakery is there to offer him support.

[Or, Valdo returns to his hometown for the first time in years, inadvertently reconnecting with his first love. Jaskier follows his fiancé a week later and finds himself the obstacle to their Christmas love story.]

you're welcome to add your own favorite stories and please give all the authors much much love!! <3

[loracarol]

The problem with a modern adaptation of Dracula is trying to figure out how to meet the vibes plot points while updating the reasoning behind it because Mina being left out of the original Dracula-hunt planning is actually plot relevant! It opens her up to being preyed upon without realizing that that's what's happening! So then how do you get those same #vibes in a modern adaptation?

I mean, sure, you still have it be sexism, but that sucks, and I don't want to.

I think, if I was in the position to do a modern AU, which I'm not, but if I was, I think I'd make Mina a grad school student or going towards her teaching degree (I'm sorry, I'm not sure how it works in England, and this is a shitpost so I'm not going to research it, my apologies!). She has a bunch of work that she's been getting extensions for because of the whole thing with Jonathon, and then Lucy dying, but she's at the point where she has to get her stuff done or else she'll be dropped from her courses (?). The others encourage her to keep going, and keep their going-ons to themselves to try and keep her from stressing out while trying to finish, IDK, her thesis (?). She's sitting there, trying to write her papers, and blames her weird dreams/tiredness on her studying, as does everyone else because she has a lot of work to catch up on.

Also, I'd make Lucy and Arthur get married on Lucy's deathbed to avoid the whole, "Mrs. Westerna left everything to Arthur" thing.

But then you still have the question of Seward, because if I remember correctly, the #vibes of Seward in the Victorian era were that was trying his best in a situation that they culturally didn't have any understanding of, even if nowadays we look at him and go, "oh shit you're terrible at this." On top of that, we don't really have asylums anymore, not the same way that the Victorian's did. The closest thing I can think of is like, a halfway house, but a lot of those - at least the ones I'm aware of - tend to be for people with problems with addiction and/or people who have been incarcerated, which could work, but then it becomes a question of what do we say about the original Renfield if those are the "best" options we have for a modern version? What does it say about people with addictions, or people while been through the carcarel system if we decide that's what Renfield should be. (I'm sorry if this isn't phrased the best, I've tried writing it multiple times and I'm Not Satisfied.)

I don't know, is this even something that can or should be translated to the modern era faithfully?

....I don't have an answer, or a point, I just was originally trying to think of how you could have the Mina-subplot while trying to ameliorate the sexism in the original, and then it got away from me. |D

[againstacecilia]

I've had a tough couple days and wanted comfort from a comfort character so here's soft!Din. Not super edited, just some fluff, some angst, a touch of misunderstanding (maybe?), reader is mentioned to have long enough hair to clasp back but fairly gender-neutral other than that. Bit of language? Idk lemme know what you think. 💖

Word count: 1560

Rating: E (I think? Lil bit of sexy mention but nothing past ~kissing~. The rest of my blog is 18+ NO EXCEPTIONS.)

What a fucking day.

You and Din had been chasing this bounty around the Outer Rim for a week now, and it had been a stroke of pure luck that you'd literally run into her outside Brogar's Safe House on Lok. She may have been evasive from a distance, but with the element of surprise on your side you got her pinned and bound fairly easily and into the freezing chamber on the Razor Crest before she could cause more problems.

Finally.

Din had gone up to the cockpit to get the Crest ready to go and you stepped into the 'fresher for a moment to yourself. Staring into the small mirror above the sink, you take a moment to just breathe in the silence and let the adrenaline from the afternoon fade from your body. You look at yourself, really LOOK at yourself, for the first time in months. The stress of bounty hunting was something you enjoyed at first. Always moving, always seeing new things and meeting new people, it gave you a new appreciation for the galaxy. For life, if you were honest with yourself. Then you met Din through Karga on Nevaaro and he and his kid were instantly a part of the story you were writing for yourself. Wrapped around the little womp rat's tiny finger, you knew sending him off to be with the Jedi was the right thing to do but it hurt like a bitch. Had hurt Din even more.

The last few bounties had been harder than ever to find and you were sure Din asked for more difficult targets to keep his mind off Grogu. It had worked for both of you for a while but there was always this moment, right after catching a quarry, where the silence in the Crest was suffocating. Studying yourself, you start to notice the lines. The weight of this mad dash to quarry after quarry was burning you out and the signs weren't just on your face.

Taking a steadying breath, you clean the dirt off your hands and face. You let your hair fall from it's clasp and change into comfier clothes for the trip. Satisfied with what you see when you glance back in the mirror, you open the door to find Din with his hand raised like he was about to knock.

"Holy shit," you jump a bit at the sight of him so close. "I don't know how you're so damn quiet with all that beskar. How long have you been out here?"

He's quiet for a second, black visor staring into your soul. You'd never seen him without it, although you'd been around him with it off. Always in the dark. Even still, you felt like you knew exactly where his eyes would be as you looked up and into the dark expanse. "Not long," he mumbles, the modulator barely picking up on it.

"What's wrong?" Your face scrunches with worry. He's always quiet, but the way his shoulders are hunched, his hands hanging limp at his sides...

"Are you happy here?"

The question throws you for a loop. "Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?"

"I see how tired you get after capturing a quarry," he says, hands finding your waist, "I know this lifestyle isn't for everyone, isn't what most people dream about growing up..." His voice trails off and he pulls you closer to his body as you wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his torso.

"I didn't have dreams growing up, Din," you say into his chest plate. "I just wanted to survive. And I did. And then I found you. Of course I'm happy.”

He pulls away and gently grabs your chin between his thumb and crooked index finger, angling your face back up toward him. "You don't have to keep things from me."

Does that helmet has some sort of emotional x-ray vision? you think to yourself as you again try to make eye contact through glass and beskar. After a deep breath, you finally respond, "I am happy, I promise. I'm just... Tired. I miss him..." Your throat threatens to close up as tears spring to your eyes and you lean back into Din's chest.

He doesn't have to ask who you mean, he just pulls you in tight and holds you there in the quiet hum of the ship as it flies through hyperspace. After a moment, he shifts out of your embrace and tucks a loose bit of hair behind your ear. "I know what you need," he rumbles, reaching for the light switch.

The room is plunged into darkness, the red glow of buttons and panels casting a warm glow over the silhouettes of cargo and storage. You hear the clicks of Din removing his armor and smile at how familiar you are with the sound now. First, the armor on his chest is undone and he lifts it over his head, followed by the arm braces and then the pieces on his legs. When you hear the final piece fall to the floor, your breath hitches as you hear the hiss of him taking his helmet off. You immediately squeeze your eyes shut, aware of the loophole that Din uses to remove his helmet around you without breaking his Creed. A soft chuckle, unfiltered and beautiful, comes from his lips at your quick inhale, as if he knows your sounds as well as you know his.

"You've never asked to see me with my helmet off, after all this time," he says, stepping close to you again. "Worried about what you'll see?"

"I know what I'll see," you respond. You've dreamt about what he looks like, an image starting to form after countless nights in the dark with your fingertips memorizing every plane and curve of his face and body.

"Oh? And what do you think you'll see?"

There's no hesitation as you whisper, "Kind eyes, brown and depthless... And a smile that outshines the entire galaxy." You notice he's holding his breath, hanging on every word out of your mouth. You push on. "You've got a dimple on your right cheek that gets deeper the bigger you smile, and there are wrinkles around your eyes that betray your stoic, Mandalorian toughness and show just how much you laugh and make faces under that helmet of yours...

"You're beautiful, Din."

More silence fills the hold as you feel his gaze on you in the dark. You reach up to his face and trace over it with feather-light touches. As you brush across his cheek you feel something warm and wet hit your finger. Bringing your other hand up, you wipe away the tears falling silently from his eyes. Then gently, so gently it makes your heart ache, he leans down and kisses you.

Plush lips press softly to yours, his body warm and solid as he pulls you closer and weaves a hand into your hair. Your tongue brushes against his lips in a silent question and he opens them, sweeping his tongue over yours and moaning softly. The sound sparks deep in your core. Your heart begins to race. You reach down to start lifting your shirt when Din stops and grasps your hands.

"Wait."

"What?" You ask, hands stilling in his grip.

"I just..." Din takes a heavy breath, "You've become very important to me. More important than I thought another living being could be after the kid. But if you ever needed to leave, to live a better life than I could give you..."

Silver lines your eyes as you try and decode what he's saying. "Din, do you want me to leave?"

"No, that's not it at all," he fumbles over his words. He's never been much of a talker, especially about his emotions, but he's trying so hard. "I don't want you to miss out on anything because of me." He rests his forehead against yours, a sigh heavy on his lips.

"Would you hate me if I said I think I need a break? That we BOTH need a break? Running from bounty to bounty, never taking a moment to just breathe. We deserve time to relax," you say, leaning into his touch. "We deserve time for US."

"How about this: after we drop the quarries off with Karga, we take a break? Find a city with some fancy hotel and stay there for a bit?" You hear a smile in his voice as he describes all the things you could do it that hotel room, just how long the two of you could spend there without leaving and without getting bored. A giggle bubbles from your chest, Din's own laughter joining yours. He wraps you in his arms, resting his chin on your head, breath ruffling your hair as he exhales. "I never laughed like this before you. I don't want to lose you."

"So you won't," you reply, nuzzling closer to his chest. "The only place I'm going is that hotel you were telling me about. What else could we do there, Mandalorian?"

His laughter fills the room again, the rich timbre settling over your bones like a velvet blanket. "Let me show you what I had in mind," he whispers into your ear as he lowers you both gently to the blanket-covered ground.