#I used to do my writing in one sitting and it came out flawless so I also guess I can suggest that unless you don’t have the time

[clover-the-awesomest]

hey hey guess what I have an easy fix for u 😊

do nothing with it for months and then come back to it and then scrap the whole thing and start over again but this time without any motivation or recent experience in writing and a longing for even more perfection so you just end up sitting there in front of your Google docs wondering where you went wrong in life and why you can’t even write a single sentence without getting pissed and deleted all your progress again and again and again

rinse and repeat 😎

Working on The Arc of Lord Hater, and admittedly having a super difficult time with it -.___.-

He’s not easy for me to connect to, and despite having such solid ideas, execution has been a nightmare. Sometimes writing is really hard :/

[authorhjk1]

How would you do a short free-use story staring your favorite idol?

Thanks for the ask! Although I'm not sure what you mean exactly with "How" Do you want me to explain it or write it? I decided to just write it, hope you enjoy. @mechaknight-98 I saw your other request, I will get to it when I have the time.

(I hope I understood the concept of free-use correctly)

White

Kim Jisoo X Male Reader

You hear voices behind the door, after you rang the doorbell. Footsteps come closer and you take a step back. A moment later, the door is being opened.

For a moment, you are stunned by her beauty. How can a person be so pretty? So perfect? You smell her flowery scent. Maybe roses.

Her eyes grow big once she realises who is standing in front of her.

"(Y/n), I-I..."

Jisoo stutters, too surprised to see you standing in front of her parent's mansion. The young heiress of the Kim Group is usually very well spoken.

"What are you doing here?"

"Just came back from a business trip. I haven't had your pussy in weeks."

You catch her flinching.

Despite the amount of times you've already taken advantage of your arrangement, she is still uncomfortable talking about it openly.

"S-Sure. Please follow me."

Jisoo turns around and leads you inside her parent's place, after you shut the door behind you. You walk behind her, enjoying the view of her naked shoulders. The back of her necklace sparkles in the light of the chandelier in the hallway.

Approaching the big wooden stairs in the middle of the house, the two of you pass by the entrance to the dining room.

"Jisoo!"

She freezes in place, before you both look into the room. You recognize her parents, who sit on one side of the table. A chair is empty, the one next to it is occupied by Jisoo's fiance.

"Who is this man?"

Her father looks at you in suspicion.

"He is a business partner of mine. We are headed to my study, cause we have to make an important decision on the future of our companies' relationship, which can't be delayed."

That's the Jisoo everyone knows. The strong, independent and successful businesswoman. The complete opposite of the Jisoo you know. Your submissive, free-use toy.

Her father nods in approval, visibly oblivious. You do a short bow in his direction. Jisoo starts walking again. Her chin raised, back straight.

Halfway up the stairs, you can't help it anymore. She just looks flawless. And you really have been longing for her for weeks.

You reach out, your hand squeezing her ass through her white dress. Jisoo jumps, but she doesn't say anything. She keeps walking as if nothing is happening. After squeezing her right cheek a couple of times, you stop walking, making her stop too.

"Suck me off."

Jisoo turns around. You are almost at the top of the stairs already. You see the confusion in her eyes. Why can't you wait one more minute?

But she doesn't talk back. Jisoo carefully gets on her knees in front of you, making sure she doesn't mess up her dress somehow.

A moment later, your cock lands on her face. Jisoo closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as she savours your smell. You can tell that your absence made her sexually frustrated.

"Are you still waiting until you married him?"

It's an odd question to ask, when the soon to be bride is giving the tip of your dick a sensual kiss.

"Yes. But he keeps trying to initiate something. I don't know if he is gonna wait until he puts a wedding ring on my finger."

You sigh as your gaze gets caught on the big silver diamond ring on her ring finger. The hand it's on is stroking your cock, while she talks.

"I don't like it. But I can't blame him."

You reach down and cup her cheek. Jisoo leans into it, looking up at you with big eyes.

"A woman like you could make a man do whatever she wants. You are fucking gorgeous."

You quickly realize the irony of your words. You are making her do whatever you want.

"Thank you."

A shy smile plays around her lips. Jisoo still can't take compliments. At least when they are coming from you.

After your quick exchange, she finally starts giving you head properly. You can't believe how much of a slut you've turned her into. She is sucking you off in the middle of her parents house in plain sight, while her parents and her boyfriend are in the room next door.

"That's a good girl."

You encourage Jisoo as she bobs her head on your cock. You've missed her mouth. The way her lips wrap around you. The way her tongue glides along your length. The way her throat tightens, when you push past her gag reflex.

As exciting and adventurous this little scene might be, you know that you will get caught sooner rather than later, if you don't move on.

"Let's go to your room. I don't want to waste my time here when I could be in there, plowing your pussy like I own it."

You help Jisoo to her feet, catching the slight blush on her cheeks.

"Because I do."

You whisper into her ear, before spinning her around.

The two of you finally make it down the hallway without any further incidents. Once you reach her room, you walk inside, waiting for her to close the door behind her.

She has turned into a shy, innocent girl once again. You lean against Jisoo, pressing her against the door, kissing every inch of her exposed skin.

"How did I even make it these couple of weeks without this body of yours?"

It was a rhetoric question between kisses, but Jisoo tries to come up with an explanation. An explanation that satisfies you.

"I send you several pictures of me every day. And videos. I kept thinking of you while I..."

A growl escapes your lips. The power you have over her right now gives you a familiar rush of adrenaline.

"Strip."

You sit down on the edge of her bed, crossing your arms in front of you. If you were sitting on a chair at your desk, it would've looked like Jisoo was there to apply for an internship.

She shyly brushes all of her hair on her right side behind her ear.

"Can you help me please?"

Jisoo turns around. She know uses her whole hand to put all of her hair over her left shoulder. You reach upwards, taking the zipper of her dress, before slowly pulling it down. Your eyes follow her dress as she lets it slip down her frame.

Her porcelain like skin and her white lace panties captivate you. Her fiance must go mad, knowing she is together with him and he still can't have her.

The sight of Jisoo, standing in front of you almost completely naked, makes you finally jump into action. You pin her against the door, before she can react. Your pants are on the floor a second later.

After pushing the white fabric to the side, Jisoo does nothing but moan as you ease yourself inside.

"Oh fuck."

You groan into her ear, relishing in the familiar feeling of being inside her tight cunt. Jisoo's cheek is pressed up against the white wood as she takes your pounding from behind. Her moans are deeper than they usually are. Maybe because you haven't fucked her in a while. Or because her parents and fiance are downstairs.

You kiss her other cheek and her naked shoulders as you thrust into her again and again. Her scent only makes you go harder. You hold her waist with both hands, pounding her against the door.

Jisoo's eyes are closed. You can't tell if it's because she is liking it so much, or because she is cheating. Either way, you keep using her body to make yourself cum. Her tight walls do most of the job. They squeeze around you, trying to make you cum as quick as possible.

Leaning against her, you fuck her into the door, slowly approaching your orgasm.

"Fuck Jisoo."

She knows what's coming next, moaning a little louder as she feels you throbbing inside of her.

That rush, coming from knowing you are using another man's woman as a free-use toy, pushes you over the edge. You claim Jisoo's pussy as yours as you paint her insides white. She feels your cum warm her lower region. While her fiance is probably begging her to sleep with him, you don't even bother asking where she would want your cum. You creampie Kim Jisoo, enjoying the familiar feeling of her cum filled pussy squeezing your cock.

Jisoo was never the loud type. Which is a blessing in disguise, especially when you use her in public. She barely talks, only moans and whines escape her mouth. It fits her reserved, proud character. Jisoo doesn't look very elegant or proud right now as you finally come to a hold. You bite into her ear, just above her earrings. As she flinches and hisses in pain, you only have time to think for barely a second. You wonder if she bought them, or her fiance did. They look beautiful on her.

When you open your eyes again, you see your teeth marks in her ear. Jisoo's forehead is now leaning against the wood. Her eyes are still closed, she is taking heavy breaths.

Resting your chin on her naked shoulder, you stay buried inside her snug hole.

"I have a meeting with your company tomorrow."

You kiss her neck, this time more careful not to leave a mark.

"Put your hair in a ponytail. I need something to hold onto. You don't want me to mess up your hair, do you?"

You step into her huge office after the first half of the long meeting is over. Jisoo surely did not disappoint.

Throughout the whole meeting, you were the only person aware of the fact that Jisoo is not wearing anything underneath that dress. She send you a picture this morning. She is only one button away from standing naked in front of you.

You walk around her desk, sitting down in her comfortable leather chair. Jisoo knows how the two of you will spend your lunch break.

[surftrips]

PINK SLIPS | CLARISSE LA RUE

pairing: clarisse la rue x female!reader

summary: clarisse keeps her distance following the capture the flag incident.

word count: 1.1k

author's note: happy valentine's day week! here is my gift to you all, part two to shapeshift 💘💘

i. you blew me a kiss in the class that she skips 

Stacy used to never show up for archery practices, but recently, she had taken to accompanying you just to sit nearby and watch.

After the Capture the Flag incident, it seemed as though Stacy was around even more than usual. You liked her, you really did, she was your girlfriend, after all… but you also liked your alone time and space.

Speaking of space, Clarisse was giving you a lot of that lately. It’s not like the two of you were ever that close, but you thought that after she saved you, she would at least acknowledge you here and there.

Instead, Clarisse had been skipping practices and camp activities, so much so that a small pile of pink slips had begun to accumulate on her bedside table. (You heard this from a friend of yours who happened to also be in Ares cabin). 

After hitting the target once again, you looked over to see Stacy blowing you a kiss. You sighed, feeling sorrowful all of a sudden. You must have looked cold, because before you knew it, your girlfriend was running up to you and draping her sweater over your arms. “Here, sweet girl,” she smiled.

You smiled back, admiring the flawless makeup on her face and the way her hair fell perfectly down her back. Stacy’s eyeliner was always colored in the lines, sharp. 

ii. you write me love letters, while she gets pink slips 

For a child of Aphrodite, it was like every day was Valentine’s Day. So when you found a love letter addressed to you on your bed in the middle of July, you didn’t blink twice. Your heart, however, did skip a beat when you read “From your secret admirer…” 

Without hesitation, you ripped the envelope open and your eyes immediately darted to the signature at the bottom. “Xoxo, Stacy.” 

Your body relaxed and the rational part of your brain took over. What were you thinking? Of course, this letter was from your girlfriend, who you liked very much. You had very strong feelings for her. She was wonderful, and perfect, and nothing like–

You wouldn’t even let yourself finish the rest of your thought. That would be entirely unfair to Stacy, who had done nothing but smother you with love and affection since the two of you started going out. 

Okay, maybe smother wasn’t the best word for it. It wasn’t Stacy’s fault that her love language just happened to be grandeur and overbearing displays of affections, right? You should be grateful that at least you had someone. 

In theory, your relationship was all perfect. 

iii. but perfect’s never been my type 

“I don’t see what the big deal is, she’s just a friend!” you exclaimed, trying to explain to your girlfriend that you were going to hang out with another camper. 

“From the Ares cabin!” Stacy rebutted. 

“What does that have to do with anything?” 

“She’s also in that cabin.” You paused, it would appear that you weren’t the only one that had been thinking about Clarisse. 

“Okay, that’s not fair. She saved me one time during Capture the Flag, it didn’t mean anything,” you shook your head, as if to force the memory of Clarisse’s eyes scanning your body out of your mind. 

“Oh, sure. And her suddenly disappearing around camp means nothing too?”

“Are you keeping tabs on her now?” 

“She’s not good for you, Y/N. She would never be as good to you as I am.” Stacy inched closer with every word that came out of her mouth. 

“Are you though? Good to me?” Every thought of Clarisse gave you the confidence to speak your mind. 

Stacy looked hurt, like she had taken a punch to the gut. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re around, like all the time. I’m not saying I don’t like being with you, because I do, but now I can’t even hang out with my friends without you there? I need my space.”

If Stacy knew that there was something more you weren’t letting on, she didn’t show it.

“You want space? Okay, we’re done.” The next second, she was out of your cabin and running toward the forest. 

iv. i’m a sucker for the wicked  

Since the breakup, you had taken to embracing your newly reinstated alone time. Today was unusually warm, so you decided to soak in the sun by the water. After setting up your picnic blanket, now for one, you laid down and opened a book you had been meaning to start for a while. 

You didn’t get very far before a shadow cast itself over the pages, causing you to get up. “Hey, what are you—?” 

“Relax, pretty girl. It’s just me.” Clarisse smiled at you. You immediately sat back down. The two of you settled into quiet. 

You took the opportunity to admire her features. It had only been a few weeks since you were last face-to-face, but something about her had changed. Perhaps it was the way she carried herself, or no– the way her eyes….

“How have you been?” She broke the silence. 

“Uh… good. And you?” 

“Not bad, I heard about the breakup.”

“Oh, thanks.” 

“I didn’t say sorry.” Clarisse grinned, but you could tell she meant it. “I never liked her very much.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” 

Now, the two of you were laughing, together for once. You felt light, free, for the first time in months. The slight breeze made Clarisse's curls over her shoulders.

“What are you doing here?” you asked. 

“You want an honest answer?” 

You nodded. You were tired of staring at your ceiling at night and wondering if there was ever anything between the two of you.

“After that Capture the Flag game, I realized that my feelings for you weren’t going away. But I also thought that Stacy wasn’t going away either, so I had to give you your distance. It was more for me, than anyone, I’m sorry if that was selfish.” 

“Clarisse…”

“You don’t have to say you like me back or anything, I know I’m not your type. But I don’t think I can move on without letting you know first–” 

“Clarisse,” you interrupted her. “Stop.” 

She stared at you with her brown eyes and smudged mascara. You don’t think you’ve ever felt like this about Stacy, about anyone. Looking over to your side, you pluck a daisy out of the ground and carefully place it behind Clarisse’s hair. 

“I like you too, tough girl.” 

You make a mental reminder to make fun of her for blushing later, but right now, she looks perfect. You take advantage of her flustering and lean in to connect your lips with hers. 

Clarisse is fairly sure she’s made an eternal enemy out of Aphrodite now, but she couldn’t care less. She just leans in to deepen the kiss, biting at your bottom lip gently.

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[readychilledwine]

Hello, i just wanted to to start off saying i love your work!!!!! And I was wondering if i could request a Tamlin x Feyre's twin sister like there at a meeting with the high lords and Rhysand and Feyre decide to bring her and then her and tamlin lock eyes and the mating bond snaps into place for them, or something like that, the rest is up for you to decide! :) :)

Do you all remember the olden days of Twilight fanfiction where the oc/reader was Bella's twin and Jacob's imprint, but Jake didn't find out for quite sometime and then was like, "This explains it. It explains why I wanted Bella so badly. It wasn't Bella, it was you (insert Italian name)."

Aka I fucking loved this idea and dropped everything I was working on to write it. It's an angsty little piece.

Lost Bonds

Warnings - Told mainly from Tamlin's view of reader, angst, mentions of trauma, mentions of sex, unrequited love, one-sided mating bond

A/N - I can totally see myself doing something with this and making it a mini series.

Tamlin felt his jaw twitch.

You were an unexpected liability.

An foreseen circumstance.

A blessing and curse all at the same time.

And so fucking beautiful.

You were the most unique of your sisters, and it immediately told him which one you were. Y/n Archeron, Feyre's younger sister and twin. You stood out from her and Nesta, yet were flawless in your own right.

Long dark hair he knew would have came from your father was done so delicately, falling to above your hips in soft waves. A face that damn near was the identical match to your sister's, only yours held more freckles that seemed to dance like paint splatters landing in all the right places. You shared those blue eyes, though. Elain having been the only one to inherit the doe brown of your father.

Rhysand had dressed you immaculately. He had allowed you to wear a jewel toned blue gown. No doubt to ensure you matched Azriel, just as Nesta's jewelry matched Cassian. The dress was tight, clinging to your torso and accentuating your breasts perfectly to be on display each time to bend over to whisper into Azriel's ear.

His jaw tightened again, looking away from the two of you as it happened again. A shadow then curled your shoulders, your arm, through your fingers. Your gorgeous long fingers he knew were trained to play piano.

He knew damn near everything about you already.

And you only knew the worst of him.

He didn't know if you had felt it, but the second you two locked eyes after his third started insult towards your twin, he felt the sentence dying on his tongue, chest aching.

Rhysand had begun to smirk, settling into his seat while looking at Feyre, who's face fell before looking at her younger mirror image.

You'll never have her, a soft feminine voice rang in his mind. You will never fucking touch her.

Azriel stood, taking your hand as you cocked your head and removed you from the room. He one of his hands placed around your waist, resting softly on your hip as you leaned into him. "Excuse my dear sister," Rhysand purred, eyes locked on Tamlin. "She still exhausts easily after being stripped of her mortality."

"But what a gift," Nesta's eyes drilled into Tamlin. "To be blessed with beauty and immortality." The words were a stab in his heart. Sitting in his chest.

Words he had previously used to belittle your trauma.

The trauma his High Priestess, and in turn he, had caused you.

He would not lay eyes on you again until the war. Where he watched Azriel take you to his bed nightly. Where he heard Azriel pulling you apart, whispering to you his love and praise, and you returning it tenfold.

He watched you two pack after everything was over together. He watched as those scarred hands touched your flawless ones. He watched every joke Azriel would make land. He watched you be chased by him like a child. He watched each soft kiss.

"They're in love," Rhysand appeared next to him. "True, genuine, chosen love. Don't fucking ruin this for her. You've done enough." The High Lord of Night walked away. Joining Azriel in teasing the youngest sister and kissing the top of her head softly, eyes glaring directly into Tamlin's soul.

You'll never have her.

Those words rang in his head over and over becoming a mantra shattering even his heart of stone.

You'll never have her.

You will never have her.

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[ilovebuckers5]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ur so pretty ੈ✩‧₊˚

paige bueckers x reader

theme:

fluff

comfort

suggestive and explicit language

A/N: this is my first time writing on tumblr don't judge. also sorry it's so short im not used to writing one shots ESPECIALLY fluff.

My hair still hasn't cooperated with me yet. i've straightened it, curled it, crimped it, scrunched it, nothing has worked. i got more and more upset until i tossed my hair straightener on the counter and sat down against the bathroom wall.

"fuck!"

call me dramatic but i was going to a very important meeting with some co workers i really didn't want to look like a hot mess. a couple tears rolled down my cheeks but i quickly wiped them away while sniffling. as i continued to sit there contemplating whether i should just not go or go with my natural hair. While a couple tears came down my cheeks followed by more and more and more... i heard the front door of my dorm unlock.

"Hun? you still here?"

Paige walked through the door shutting and locking it behind her. she set her duffel bag down and walked around the dorm looking for me. i stayed quiet so that paige wouldnt have to hear me crying. but she still found me in the bathroom leaning against the wall with only a bra and shorts on. she quickly kneeled down next to me and began to panic.

"baby whats wrong?" she said with heavy concern in her voice.

her hand wandered up to my cheek to wipe away a couple more tears that i hadnt gotten before. she took her other hand up to the small of my back and began rubbing it to comfort me. she looked up at the counter and saw that the straightener had knocked over a couple things. she stood up and set everything up straight before lifting me up from the floor. i stood infront of the mirror and stared at my half curly half straight hair and more tears started going down my face. suddenly i felt paiges arms wrap around my stomach and started rubbing my skin. i leaned back onto her shoulder. she placed a soft kiss on my cheek before pushing me back up. after i got my composure back in place i went to grab the straightener, forgetting that i didnt turn it off before having a break down. when i went to grab it i grabbed the heated part (which was at 450* degrees). once the heat came intact with my palm i let out a loud cry before tossing the straightener back on the counter again.

"FUCK!" i yell out and cover my mouth after realizing how loud i was.

"shit are you ok hun? come here run it under water."

paige took my wrist and guided me to the kitchen. she ran my hand under water as we just stared at eachother. i took the moment to silently observe paige and all her flawless features. her pinky lips. her icy blue eyes. and god her jawline. i was so lost in her beauty i forgot what i was doing and ended up getting my entire arm soaked with water.

"you ok beautiful?"" paige said smirking

i giggle a bit before answering

"ur so pretty paige."

paiges cheeks went red and she looked away. as paige was easily flustered i was easily falling even more inlove with her by the minute. a large smile grew on my mouth as i watched paige avoid eye contact. paiges face fell into her hands trying to cover her now completly reddened face. a couple laughs filled in the silence of embarassment that was lingering in the room. paige couldnt help but pull me into a long kiss. my heart started to flutter once i felt her soft lips pressed against mine. paige moved her hands to my back while mine were cupping the sides of her face. i felt her lips smile against mine. i slowly pulled away just to start placing softer kisses all over her face. her hand cradled my chin and pulled me away from her face. i noticed that her pupils were growing larger and larger the more she stared at me.

"i love you" paige said under her breath

"what?"

we had been together for only 5 months but it already felt like ive known paige my entire life. neither of us have said i love you yet and i definintly didnt think that would happen now. my eyes widened a little but i tried to keep calm instead of folding into paiges arms and simply collapsing.

"i...love you too" i said hesitantly.

i knew that i loved her i dont know why it felt hesitant. actually paige was the first person ive loved for this long without something going wrong. she picked up my hands and held them in hers. her hands were slightly cold but it felt nice after burning mine.

[sunnyie-eve]

1 | Raised For

Series: Devoted Friend

Paring: (Benedict Bridgerton x Original Female Character Featherington!)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

"Mama, if we do any tighter I'll die. I can't breathe in this ridiculous thing." Paisley groans in pain as her mother goes on talking about how she could squeeze into a smaller size.

"She looks like she's going to pass out, mama." Penelope says as Paisley does feel herself getting lightheaded.

"Fine, loosen it just a tad." Their mother tells the maid and when Paisley could breathe slightly better her mother says enough, "You are 24 yet still not married Paisley. You are setting no example for your sisters." She adds as Paisley gets her dress put on.

"You act like I never get any suitors, mama. I just don't choose any of them because none of them stand out to me." Paisley sighs as she's turned around to face her mother.

"Which is going to make no gentleman want you at some point."

Paisley looks over at Penelope who gives her a sad smile. Even though one was the oldest and the other was the youngest, they were the closest in their entire family. Paisley was Penelope's best friend way more than Eloise Bridgerton was. Paisley practically raised Penelope pushing maids away from helping at times because she wanted to take care of her growing up.

The carriage ride was silent the whole way not a single family member talked to each other. Paisley hated being presented like she was an item to buy on the market. When it was their family turn to be presented to the queen, Paisley was the only one who acted right in front of the woman walking along side her mother while her sisters were in front. She's had plenty of practice acting doing it for the past seven-ish years.

The queen didn't care much for them but Paisley always caught her eye. She didn't understand how such a beautiful woman didn't have a husband yet. Queen Charlotte stands up walking out of her way over to Paisley raising her chin, "Flawless and beautiful as always, my dear." She goes to sit back down to motion them to them step aside.

Before they could even walk off Prudence faints from her corset being too tight. "She's not used to it being so tight." Paisley tells her mother, who just gives her a mean look.

Heading in the way out back to the carriages Paisley feels a tap on her shoulder causing her to turn around to see Benedict Bridgerton with a smile on his face.

"You please the Queen once again." He says making Paisley laugh, "I'm not surprised as always."

"Oh, quit being a gentleman Benedict. It's so tiring." Paisley rolls her eyes.

"I can't be a good friend by giving you a compliment?" He laughs while she just looks at him.

"No, you can but I find that sometimes it's unnecessary." She continues to walk with him following behind, "For example, just a few seconds ago." She looks back with a smile.

"I don't think it was unnecessary."

Paisley sighs stopping to face him with smile, "You're a man... And men don't think." Before Benedict could respond her Mama called for her to hurry up, "Goodbye Benedict."

Back at the Featherington house their mother rants about Lady Whistledown probably being Violet Bridgenton. Paisley looks over at her younger sister reading her book, who glances over at her as well. Paisley was the only person who knew Penelope was Lady Whistledown because she came across her writing one day secretly then called her out on what she saw the next day put out. It was one of their many secrets they kept to themselves.

Hearing their mother talk about how many ladies she has under her care so Penelope gets up saying she could sit this season out but their mama says no.

"What she is, is two stones heavier than she ought to be." Prudence says causing Paisley to look over at her.

"Mm, those blemishes on her face are quite difficult to conceal. Ooo, perhaps some arsenic and lead might help." Philippa adds.

"What you two should do is keep quiet." Paisley speaks up, "Prudence, you need to work on your smile. Philippa, work on not sounding so annoying with your voice."

"Paisley!" Their mother turns to look at her going through the cards of men.

"They were rude first." She gets up leaving the room to go to her own and on the way passes the cousin that was staying with them. Paisley greets her before continuing on her way.

For the ball at Danbury House, Paisley wanted the night to fly by. It was just going to be the same as always. A rotating door of men having her constantly dance all night flirting with her but in the end disappoint her not catching her interest.

"Why don't you be bold and ask him for a dance?" Paisley bends down to Penelope's level as she watches Colin dance.

"Are you out of your mind?" Penelope looks at her with wide eyes.

"Sorry, I forget you're only confident as LW." Paisley giggles, "I'm off for a drink."

As she was getting herself a drink, Benedict catches sight of her in the distance, "Excuse me, I'll be right back." He tells Colin, who was standing with him.

Colin shakes his head at his brother watching him make his way over to Paisley. To him he felt that Benedict had a secret crush on her but was too scared to admit or just didn't know it yet.

"A lady like you shouldn't be getting her own drink." Benedict states causing Paisley to roll her eyes at him.

"I don't need a man to get me a drink when I'm very capable of doing it myself, Mr. Bridgerton." She gives his a polite smile.

"You really don't want a husband do you?" He laughs.

"You know me so well. That's one of the reasons why me and your sister, Eloise, get along so well."

"She says she inspires to be like you. An independent woman who doesn't care what others think about her. Not afraid to be herself and show off how smart she is as well." He lets her know.

"I must thank her next time I see her then for saying such things about me." Paisley looks around and sees a few other gentleman looking her way at times. "Hopefully no one will come bugging me tonight. I don't feel like dancing acting like I'm interested in what they have to say. It's always the same ones trying every season." Paisley laughs looking back at Benedict, "You would think they would give up but no."

"You're such a strange woman, Paisley. I know how your mama is so how did you stray off from what you were taught?" He asks her.

"I learn other things and I know my worth. I know I could be something bigger than just some man's wife and give him children. Yes, I want to be a mother someday but I want to be a mother who truly loves her husband. I want a special bond with them, Benedict. My mama and papa don't entirely love each other. I want what I your mama had with your father. The way she talks about him and how much they loved each other. The friends to lovers."

"And how are you supposed to have that if you don't give anyone the time of the day to show you?" He asks making her sigh.

"I can read all these men like a book, Bridgerton. I know exactly what they want from me, and none of them want to start a friendship first." She explains walking off from him leaving him alone.

He knew she was right about the fact everything she just told him. He's had many men ask him all kinds of questions about her since they knew how they were good friends. Not a single one really cared about how she was or what she liked to do. It was always about how well does she follow instructions, how seductive she was, asked him if he knew any dirty secrets about her. The most common was has he ever seen anything that he could describe to them about how she looked in less clothing.

"No luck brother?" Colin joins his side.

"What?"

"She didn't want to dance with you?" Colin chuckles.

"I didn't ask her to dance Colin. I was asking why was she getting herself a drink."

"Why ask when you already knew the answer to that? We both know how she has no desire to be here or find a husband. She's ranted to me many of times in the past couple of days when she was over." Colin says looking over at Paisley looking bored as a gentleman man was now talking to her. "I feel bad for her deep down. Just look at her. Poor girl needs saving."

Paisley stares at the man, that was a good amount of years older than her, talking about himself non stop. She would just smile nodding her head not really listening to what he was saying. She would just tune him out and pay attention to the music that was being played.

"Don't you say?" He asks causing her to hum.

"I'm deeply sorry, what did you say?" She asks kindly.

"That the thought of double digits for children sounds ideal for a happy family. I come from a family of fourteen all close in age." He repeats.

She couldn't help but choke on her spit, "Excuse me, I need a drink." She tells him.

"I'll get it for you, Miss Featherington."

"No, please. I can get it myself Lord Albrecht." She smiles then walks away picking up speed to get away faster.

"Miss Featherington," Paisley hears as she walks by someone so she stops to face them.

"Oh, Lady Danbury. It's lovely to see you." Paisley bows to her as Benedict stood next to her with a drink since they had just been chatting.

"Don't you look lovely this evening. Will I not be seeing you on the dance floor once again?" She asks her.

"Oh, you will Lady Danbury." Benedict smiles finishing his glass as Paisley looks at him confused.

"I will?" Both ladies say at the same time.

"Yes. Miss Featherington, shall we?" He takes Paisley's hand into his leading her to the dance floor.

"What are you doing?" She asks as he makes her start to dance with him.

"Saving your butt, that's what I'm doing. You know she'll ask you why once again and I saw Lord Augustus eyeing you while chatting with friends. It looks like he was going to walk over to you with a creepy look on his face." He lets her know so she glances over at him and he looked annoyed.

"He is always creepy when he talks to me. I hate being alone with him."

"Exactly why I asked you to dance." He tells her.

"Technically you didn't really ask if you dragged me out here." She corrects him.

"Do you want me to stop and tell him he can take his turn with you?" He smiles looking down at her as they kept dancing.

"I'll kill you Bridgerton."

"You would never do such a thing because you love me and would die without me." He laughs and makes her giggle as well, "I saw Lord Albrecht chatting with you."

"Oh yes, he was saying how he wants children in the double digits. How he comes from a family of fourteen, all close in age." She lets him know.

"I get I come from quite a large family but it's not that large. I couldn't imagine that many children. And the poor women never getting a break from being pregnant."

"How many do you want?" Paisley asks him.

"Never really thought about it. Like you, I know I want children one day but it's not a main priority of mine at the moment." He tells her the truth.

"Obviously since you're 26 and still not married or engaged. You're not even looking since you hate going to social events. You and Anthony both don't seem to care really." Paisley points out.

"Excuse me, but you're the oldest daughter turning down every proposal she's gotten since becoming of age." He says causing them to stop dancing.

"And you are the second oldest son, who has a couple of years on me, who hasn't even tried finding someone." She stares him in the eyes, "It's unfair. You and every man can get away with it, but us women can't because that's all we're taught to do." She huffs, "Goodnight Bridgerton." She leaves him.

[artiststarme]

Sunflowers

You know, it's kind of concerning that it's easier for me to write angst and heartache than it is to write happy fluff. Oh well, I hope you enjoy it and please leave your thoughts in the comments! Thank you to @doubleb11, @nburkhardt, and @carlyv for the prompt ideas!

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Eddie was in over his head. He’d dreamed of dating Steve, of taking him out on dates and being the perfect boyfriend. The problem was, he was all talk. He had no experience with dating and Steve was blowing him out of the water. 

Because Steve was the perfect boyfriend and Eddie didn’t know how to handle it. With every whispered flirt or door held open or any other small act of chivalry, all Eddie could do was blush a deep scarlet and pull a chunk of hair in front of his face. Last week, Eddie had choked on his beer because Steve told him he looked handsome under the starlight. Two days ago, Steve came to his set at The Hideout and gave him a thumbs up which caused Eddie to very nearly mess up his lines and fall off the stage. And when Steve picked him up today, he brought both he and Wayne homemade breakfast sandwiches and a thermos of coffee. 

How the hell was this guy so good at being a good boyfriend?! Literally, they’re sitting at a picnic at that very moment in a valley in the woods, surrounded by sunflowers, and Steve kept flustering him. Eddie’s face was going to be stained permanently red if he kept blushing like this. 

“You look really cute today. I love your Metal guy shirt, it really brings out the softness of your hair.”

Now what the fuck was he supposed to say to that? Steve wasn’t even trying and Eddie could feel his face heating up just from the small comment. He had to one up this guy and fast.  

“Um, first of all, it’s Metallica. I know you can read that from there. Also, I don’t know why my hair looks soft. I used the same two-in-one I always do.”

Steve’s face does something complicated, a mix between scandal and constipation. Eddie could tell he was holding himself back from saying something. Oh shit, he said the wrong thing. Flirt Eddie, flirt!

“You look really hot with the sun hitting you like that. And the yellow flowers remind me of your sweater at Lover’s Lake. Very hot. I’m literally sweltering just thinking about it.”

Steve blushed and looked up at Eddie through his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah! 

Eddie had his opportunity. When Steve blushed down to his neck and looked down at the ground with a soft smile on his face, Eddie plucked the nearest sunflower to them and moved to kneel on one knee in front of him. 

“Stevie, my baby, my love, the paladin of my dreams. Would you do me the sacred honor of accepting this sunflower that displays the affections I hold for you?” Eddie waited with bated breath. They’d only been officially dating for like a month and this was essentially a half-assed proposal. Nice going you dipshit, you’re going to scare him off-

Steve’s shy smile turned into a beaming grin and he yanked Eddie into a bruising kiss. “I’d love to, Eddie! Give me the flower. Did you know sunflowers are my favorite?”

Eddie smiled as he tucked the flower behind Steve’s left ear, brushing his fingers against his cheek as he did. “Of course I did, sweetheart. They’re sunny just like you. And might I say, you look beautiful.”

Steve couldn’t do much in the face of his compliment but smile adoringly and pull him in for another kiss. 

Eddie might not believe himself to be a good boyfriend because he would never be able to match Steve’s flawless charms. However, Steve couldn’t imagine how he got so lucky as to have such a pretty and kind metalhead boyfriend that gave him his favorite flowers and called him beautiful. Eddie was the smoothest person there was and he could never measure up to it. They might both question how much they deserved each other but they had a lifetime to prove it.

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[plussizefantasia]

hey lovely. i was hoping you could write me a story thing on carlisle cullen where he is the readers doctor and plus sized but she is insecure as hell and gets laughed at by some people in the waiting room at the dr office and she gets really insecure. and he makes it better some how? It would mean alot. thank you! please!

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x F!PlusSize!reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: insecure reader, fatphobia, people being assholes, takes place in a hospital

A/N: I totally used this as a way to procrastinate all the work I had to do this weekend and I’m just now realizing that I kind of misread the request, oops! I think this is pretty great though, not gonna lie. Once again, comments are appreciated!

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You didn’t often visit Carlisle at work, but occasionally, and most importantly when you missed him you’d find the time to make it over there and have lunch with him. Not that he’d be eating. This day was no different, despite the fact that you had woken up with him by your side and it had only been a few hours, you missed him terribly. Thus, you had made plans with your boss to take a longer lunch break than normal and picked up a sandwich from the diner on the way to the hospital.

Part of the reason you loved Carlise was his ability to make you feel loved, wholly and completely. He didn’t look past your size, he loved it.

“Your body just shows me the life you’ve lived darling, your softness reminds me that you are human and I love it, I love you,” He’d said when you asked him about it one time. In the moments when you couldn’t understand why he had chosen you, why he’d keep you around when you thought you’d never be able to be as smooth as his kind. They were all beautiful and flawless and you were, well, not.

Nevertheless, he loved you, his heart sang for you and when you were apart all he could think about was getting back to you. You are the other half of his soul, his mate, his one true love and he never wanted to let you go.

Taking your sandwich in a to-go box from the diner, you walked through the front doors of the Forks hospital and greeted the receptionist on duty.

“Hey Sandy, how are you doing this fine day?” 

“Just peachy hon, and you?” She looked up from the computer screen and smiled at you.

“Doing good, came to have lunch with Carlisle, is he available?” 

“I think so, I’ll page him and let him know you’re here, you can take a seat until he gets here.” She said cheerily.

Your stomach dropped, you didn’t really feel like sitting in the waiting room with all these people. You’d never really felt welcomed in hospitals, you had really avoided them until Carlisle had come into your life. Doctors would take one look at you and decide that whatever problem you were experiencing could be solved with weight loss. 

Taking a deep breath, you move to sit in one of the only open chairs left. It seems as though everyone in Forks was in the hospital today. As you sit you begin to look around, clocking the mother and daughter duo in the corner of the room. They continue to talk in whispers to one another and taking not at all subtle looks in your direction. You try your best to tune them out, you really do but when the younger of the duo burst out laughing at something her mother said while staring at you, you can’t help but feel the sudden urge to flee.  While you were still contemplating if you could simply text Carlisle that there was a work emergency and run away, he turned the corner.

He seemed to be in a good mood, when he came into your view he had a smile on his face and you watched as whatever tension he was holding in his shoulder bled out when he set his sight on you. You jumped up and walked as quickly as you could over to him, trying to not seem too eager to leave the room full of people.

“How are you my love?” he asked.

“I’m okay, really looking forward to this sandwich and some time alone with my handsome lover.” You cheekily replied

“Well then, I better not keep you waiting.” He took the bag with the sandwich from your hand and placed his other hand on your lower back. 

As he led you through, the well-lit halls towards his office, you let your mind wander. It isn’t often that people are that obvious about their distaste when it comes to your figure. And no matter how much Carlisle and his family ensured you that they thought you were beautiful, all it took was a mean look and some whispered comments to bring you all the way back to square one. Why were people so cruel? Why did other women tear each other down? Why were you letting this get to you? Question after question rattled around in your brain and you completely zoned out of your surroundings. You didn’t notice when tears started to leak from your eyes, or the concerned look that Carlsie threw your way when he heard your heartbeat pick up. 

Carlisle hates when you cry, he can’t stand you seeing upset. Your heart is one of the only things that matter to him and when it’s in pain, so is he. He didn’t know why you started crying but if had his choice, another tear would never cross your eyelid. 

You seemed to jump back into existence when he gently pushed you down on the couch he had in his office. He placed his icy hand on your cheek and lifted your eyes to meet his.

“What’s wrong? Why is your heart in pain?” he asked so gently as if you would break if he pushed too hard. 

And break you did, with his concerned tone, tears began to flow faster out of your eyes and down the apples of your cheeks leaving trails in their wake.

In one swift move, he took your place on the couch and cradled your shaking frame in his arms. He pulled you in close to his chest and began whispering sweet nothings into your ear. It's okay. Everything is going to be okay. Just breathe pretty girl, deep breaths. That’s it, you’re doing so well. You had no idea how long this went on for, but eventually, your cries reduced to sniffles and your breathing evened out. Where there was once melancholy, now there was only exhaustion.

“What happened love?” Carlisle asked. You shook your head but answered him anyway.

“There were two girls in the waiting room, a mother and daughter I think. They wouldn’t stop staring at me and whispering things. They started laughing and I don’t know I guess it was just too much. I felt so small and so huge at the same time.” You let it all out, and as you recalled what happened, the weight on your chest lessened. You took a deep breathe, “I know that I shouldn’t feel this way and that you think I’m beautiful it just-”

“Darling, you’re allowed to feel however you want. There is no should or shouldn’t. Yes, I think you're the most gorgeous woman on the planet but that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to have insecurities, it just means that I’ll have to do my best to remind you just how amazing you really are.” Carlisle cut you off resolutely. His arms tightened their hold on you, “I have eternity to show you just how wonderful you are, eventually it will get easier I promise darling.”

“I just don’t understand why people have to be so cruel.” You responded.

“I don’t know love, but you didn’t deserve to be treated like that. You don’t have a mean bone in your body. I tell you what, why don’t you eat your lunch while you do that I’ll retell you the story of the moment I knew you were going to be mine, how does that sound?”

“It sounds wonderful Carlsise, you always know just how to make me feel better.”

For the next hour, Carlisle reminded you of the moment he fell for you when you had walked into the hospital for a check-up. He could tell you were nervous, but you still gave every one of the staff a smile. He had been blown away by your beauty and continued to be blown away by you every day he got to spend with you. 

One thing was for sure, you would spend the rest of eternity listening to Carlise tell you all of the things he loved about you. And you would spend even longer telling him all the reasons you loved him right back.

[swaps55]

SWAPS that horizon chapter was SO good. all of mezzo has been an amazing emotional rollercoaster and the buildup to this chapter was SO worth the wait!! i do think you're mean for leaving us with another cliffhanger though (pendergrass???? is she ok?? she's totally fine in one of those pods garrus and mordin came across right? RIGHT???)

THANK YOU!!! I have been waiting SO long to write Horizon. That scene has been stuck in my craw since 2010, and I finally have it on the page the way I want it.

Is Pendergrass ok? WE WILL FIND OUT.

And I do apologize for the cliffhanger, and to make it up to you, here is proof of life that there is indeed more written, and I just need time to get my ducks in a row for the next few chapters.

~

“Sit,” Karin says, guiding Shepard to a bed, and he does like she’d issued an order, though he kneads his fingers on his thigh plates, gaze unable to settle on any one thing. Her medical scanner is already out and running. Heartrate high. No internal bleeding. No broken bones. Electrolyte and glucose levels in flux but not at dangerous levels. She puts a hand on his shoulder. He’s so tense he might snap. “Take a deep breath.”

To his credit, he tries.

“Shepard. What happened?”

“I need to know what Cerberus put in my head. I need to know what they did.”

“Your implant is a fully functional L.5n,” she says gently. “I’ve seen the implantation procedure notes. I’ve seen the scans. Operative Lawson did flawless work.”

His voice drops to a harsh whisper. “Then what did they do to me.”

The knot in her gut tightens. “I’m afraid I need you to be more specific.”

A helpless, hopeless laugh slips from his throat. “I’m not me.”

The medbay door swishes open, with Yeoman Chambers on the other side. Like someone flipped a switch, Shepard’s spine straightens, shoulders square, his unfocused gaze snapping onto a target like a laser sight. Chambers hesitates only a moment.

“Commander. The Illusive Man is on the QEC for a debrief.”

“Tell him to go fuck himself.”

She hesitates, but holds her ground. “Sir, he insists.”

“Shepard,” Karin says in a soft voice. “He can wait.” But Shepard stares Chambers down like a hawk with a mouse pinned beneath his talon. Then he shoves off the bed and strides out of the medbay without a word.

[imagineitdearies]

Hi Imogen,

Long time lurker, first time poster. I wanted to let you know how much I've been enjoying Perfect Slaughter. I think you do such an inspiring justice to with the sheer horror of abuse, comfort of connection, characterization and extension of the source material in your writing. I've never read a fanfic quite like what you have done and you deserve so much kudos for it!!

Since you have mentioned you're a D&D nerd (same!), I'm curious about your answers to 2 questions about mechanics:

1) Have you thought about the tool or material that could be used to create the inevitable back scars 😞 ? I've noticed in your writing how much you have highlighted how flawless the spawn are once they've fully healed. All I can think of is something relating to a silvered weapon or something made out of infernal iron. I also know you probably can't fully answer this without it being spoiler-y.

2) This is more a game question, but I've had a few back and forths with my "forever DM" partner on this. Does Cazador actually die in BG3? For all my experience playing, I have admittedly never fought a vamp lord on table top. But from what I understand, there are few ways to actually kill them (I know of breaking their resting place or trapping their mist form). If Astarion comes in with a knife during a vamp's healing phase, would that kill them for good? I feel like I'm missing something here.

Anyway thank you! Apologies if you already got this ask (I'm new to using Tumblr). I'm looking forward to Ch. 23!

-MafWaff

Hi MafWaff 🥰 Always glad to meet a fellow d&d nerd!

Haha I did get your previous ask and was actually sitting down to tackle my ask inbox after a crazy week (just moved to a different state), so you have impeccable timing! Thank you so so much for your kind words, I'm endlessly ecstatic to hear that the story is being enjoyed. To answer your questions:

Yes I have thought about this! In canon, Astarion says Cazador used 'his needle' to carve the runes. I indeed have my own fancanon as to how exactly Cazador got them to be permanent and it will come up in Perfect Slaughter!

From what I understand, what Astarion does in canon without any other explanation wouldn't, in fact, kill Cazador for good by dnd law 😂 but bg3 definitely plays hard and fast with the rules when it wants to, so we're left to justify why the vampire lord doesn't just mist form back into his coffin again! Breaking/destroying their resting place, trapping their mist form for two hours, or reducing them to 0 HP while they're in sunlight or running water--ie rivers/lakes/ocean, not a bucket, of course--so they can't go into mist form at all are all viable methods for dnd. If you stake them in their resting place, they're instead incapacitated/paralyzed for a millennia until the stake rots entirely away (or some idiot un-stakes them). Others are welcome to chime in if I've missed something!

Sometimes the gaps and discrepancies between dnd lore and bg3 can be a bit frustrating (and spark some tiresome debates online, lol) but these ones have honestly been fun for me to figure out! Sort of like a puzzle I get to shape the missing pieces into 😊

Anyways, I'm excited for you guys to see what I came up with in future chapters!

[fandomworld9728]

Lucifer's Magic Outing Him Chapter 3 - Angel Dust (Spider)

"It's not fair. How is your skin so goddamn flawless?" Angel Dust asked, jealous over how soft and clear it was. Not even any pores!

A small, amused laugh slipped out as Lucifer let his new friend put a face mask on him. Since the sinner had fur and couldn't fully enjoy them himself, the king thought he could indulge him. That had started a weekly pamper night for the two. It was honestly some of the most fun he's had with someone in a while that didn't require him to be around too many people and their stupid decisions that usually ended up with him stuck cleaning up the mess.

"Former Archangel and Seraphim. Plus, father wanted me to look like a little doll. So, I got all the best features. My sisters were very envious of me for it."

"I bet." Finishing applying the face mask, Angel froze at the sight of light blonde fur peeking out of the t shirt he had convinced the king to wear. "Uh.... hey, short king? Since when did ya have fur on your chest?"

"Fur?" Looking down his face, Lucifer's face went from confused to shocked and embarrassed. "Why is this happening again?!"

"Again? What- hey! Where are ya goin'?!"

The spider demon was left sitting on his bed alone. What the hell was that about? The fur and him running away? Maybe he should ask Charlie about it. Kind of reminds him about what happened a couple weeks ago with Vaggie. They never did get an explanation about it.

~

"Hey Charlie, why is your dad avoidin' me?"

Looking up from whatever she was writing, the princess tilted her head at him. "Avoiding you? That's weird. You two have gotten so close. What happened before this started?"

"We were hangin' out for our weekly pamper night and I noticed that he had some blonde tuffs of fur peeking through his shirt. Sorta like mine." Taking a moment, the spider demon took a moment to try and remember if there was anything else he had noticed. "Actually... it had the same kinda marks as mine too. But when I asked about it, he said somethin' about it happenin' again and ran off."

Smiling down at her papers, Charlie tried so hard not to jump and shout with joy. She was so happy that her dad was getting close to and feeling comfortable around her friends. "Don't worry, Angel. The same thing happened with him and Vaggie. Just give him some time to adjust and you guys will be back to normal."

"Alright. If ya say so."

That did nothing to calm his thoughts though. Angel had been enjoying their time together and thought, hoped, that they had become close enough that he no longer made Lucifer uncomfortable. 

~

"Ugh... I need a drink." Coming back late to the hotel for the third night in a row, Angel all but collapsed onto one of the bar stools.

"Anothny? Are you okay?"

Sitting up straight, the sinner's head snapped over in the direction of the small king. This is the first time they've spoken in almost a week. He had missed spending time and joking with him. He especially missed how the other would use his actual name. But his thoughts came screeching to a halt at what he saw.

Lucifer was still sporting the blonde fur on his chest that had a similar heart marking in pink on it. That wasn't the only thing that had changed. He also now had fluffier looking hair and two extra pairs of arms! And don't get Angel started on the king's face. Lucifer's eyes were almost identical to his own! One sclera white with a red iris and the other a black sclera with a pink iris. Not to mention the red and pink freckle like dots along the curve of his cheek bones.

It was an odd thing to see on the fallen angel, however, it was still looked breathtaking. Angel couldn't stop from using of his many hands to fan himself. "Fuck, short king. Ya give yourself a makeover or somethin' without me?"

"This was not planned. Trust me. You know how many things I broke trying to adjust to my new arms? How do you even use these things?!"

"How about I show ya durin' our next pamper night?" As curious as he was, Angel wasn't going to push the man for answers. Not when he was finally talking to him again and they can get back to hanging out. He'd find out the reason eventually.

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[pondscummy]

the "also sick" comment isn't like "btw I'm SICK, how dare you not know" it's me saying I'm sick like how 2/3 of my roommates are

but like I'm so;;;; it feels so rich that L is like wtf do you want from me about me not replying for 45 minutes when I had to beg his gf over hours and hours of texts every so often to not force me to sit in unwiped shit after my surgery bc she had openly told me she just didn't rly feel like setting up the attachable bidet after telling me for weeks she would, and I never ever got a reply from her or L ever acknowledging that they were wide awake hanging out and laughing while I was like stuck in bed barely able to move begging for follow through on a commitment they made in advance and i eventually had to spend over $100 to hire someone to come out the next day and do it for me and I had to hold my shit for hours lmfao

like L is sooooo great at couching things in flawless tumblr wellness speak but only to talk about how valid they are for not showing up for you and how fucked up it is that you MIGHT ever have a moment where you can't be 100% there w them. like idk what to tell you I've been laying in bed with a sore throat and cough and fever passing out and waking up to roll over in buckets of sweat like the rest of the house. I do genuinely get being annoyed by a lack of response but it's also right back to this whole thing about Always assuming I'm mad at them which is legit one of the only things that actually makes me mad fjdkddhk like bro I do not THINK about you when you're not acting like I'm a bomb about to blow (also, as an aside -- we all take turns buying TP and it's usually me who does it like it's not out of pocket for me to say hey you are the One person who is out of the house already rn, can you get this on your way bc None of the bathrooms have back up rolls and one is totally out and I had to text our sickest roommate telling her to use the bidet and drip dry like.... "am I the first person you asked" yes bc you are the person who makes the most sense dumbfuck. I'm not being "overly needy" toward you or whatever jfc)

they literally told me at one point that the reason they're so scared of me is that my face is "triggering" for them when I'm angry or not feeling good and puts them "back in a really bad place" they have seen my face angry literally 3 times and each time it was on my way back to my room to decompress and each time I said nothing to them other than that I was in a bad mood and I was going to go to my room. I didn't yell either I just said it normal. like I genuinely feel gaslit here like I'm this horrifying monster of a man when it's like dude sometimes people are mad I don't know what YOU want from ME!! I do all my venting here where they can't ever see it even tho we've blocked each other, I censor their name like anyone even knows who they are, I isolate to chill out and it's literally been less than a handful of times like should I fling myself from the roof??????? would that fix it???

I literally know it's bc I'm a man too. none of this was like this until my facial hair came in more and it got crazy worse after I got top surgery and they're so so vocal about how much they despise men and think men should all fuck off and die and there's only a handful of acceptable men that they've personally vetted. despite them pretty clearly having a trans woman fetish bc they only date or look at porn of trans women and they do the whole step on me mommy thing about it even tho their gf has complained like. lmfao you're just a baby te//rf even tho you ID as trans masc yourself. like that's all this even is. I'm a big (5'3") scary (spent the whole weekend w my coworkers asking if I was 12) man who's obviously going to snap and kill you all bc sometimes I *checks writing on hand* get frustrated and go lay down about it

[thehollowwriter]

Ayo just wanna add my two cents here

The reason Arcane season 1 was so well written and incredible at show don't tell is because it balanced it with properly explaining things to the audience via character dialogue and whatnot. There were lots of people who didn't understand what was going on because they didn't get tons of exposition, sure, but that doesn't mean show don't tell can't be done poorly nor does it mean plotholes or inconsistency or criticism can be waved off with "show don't tell"

Show don't tell is a writing *tool*. A TOOL to help you tell a part of the story or piece of information in a more concise, less clunky way. It can help you understand characters emotions or feelings without using words. A character doesn't need to sit and say "wow he sacrificed himself for us" because the audience understands that already without dialogue. Show don't tell is an excellent tool when dialogue isn't necessary to understand what's happening.

It is not the only way to tell a story. And you cannot properly tell a story at all without some form of tell. That's how storytelling works.

Plot points and conflicts that came out of nowhere? Random character choices that make no sense? Put of character behaviour? Those are not "It's show don't tell you didn't nust pay attention" problems. Those are basic storytelling problems. It's one thing if some people didn't pay attention to what was being told, but entirely another if nothing is being shown. If there is something that's being shown? It doesn't help if it's hard to find or nonsensical.

Subtext is fantastic, but you are not telling the story well if I have to micro focus on a character's brief expression in the background of a flashback scene to understand a current plotpoint or character motivation. (A bit of an exaggeration, but you get my point). You can't have subtext if there is no text or if the text is impossible to read.

And also subtext means nothing if there's a legitimate plothole or poor writing or lack of character motivation. As op said, the word document is blank! The text is a scrambled mess! Or nobody thought to make sure the text made sense in context of the plot or characters. The text forgot what character it exists for!

Furthermore, sure, while a lot of criticism towards Arcane Season 1 was bad faith and due to poor media comprehension, that doesn't mean every possible criticism is wrong because of "lack of media literacy."

Yes Arcane is great. But it's not above criticism. It's not flawless. And trying to frame people who criticise it as media illiterate or homophobic or whatever is just stupid. Especially since part of media literacy is engaging CRITICALLY with a piece of media.

Show don't tell is a good writing tool, but it's not the only way to tell a good story nor does it automatically make a story good. And just because the last season did subtext well doesn't mean this one did either.

Think about it like this. Can I understand what's going on or what a character is thinking or intends to do without dialogue? If the answer is yes, then go right ahead with show don't tell. If the answer is no or "yeah but only if you look through it frame by frame" then you either need some dialogue or better hints.

Show don't tell only works if there is actually something being shown that can be understood without dialogue. Arcane Season 2 did not do show don't tell well, if they did it at all.

"You want everything spoonfed" sir, the plate is empty. We're starving

"It's about subtext!" sir, the microsoft word file is blank

"The microexpressions!" sir, that was a micro-microexpression

"Show don't tell!" sir, the theater is closing, there is no show

[serephinastardust]

Possible book scene

Why did I do that? Oh fuck me, why the hell did I do that?!

I’m near panic attack as my device starts to fall apart on my workshop bench. I was trying to build an easy access machine for people to record and project their dreams, but one misplaced glyph had it disintegrating my hands. I almost felt like the universe was against me doing this. Reality is so harsh.

My calculations, quadruple checked, were flawless. Could it be reality itself that is the problem of failure.  I wouldn’t think that to be the problem, but who knows. I start to clean up my failure of a project and sit back at my table with the blueprints and more research materials.

I needed to figure out where everything went wrong. I know with 100% certainty the glyph couldn’t be my only problem. And I only had so much material to attempt the build before I would need to purchase more.

And so began my search for answers, I searched through all the artificer grimoires, and every book on glyph and runes that I owned. I found a couple items that could potentially help with the build. But it wasn’t 100% certainty. There were some runes and glyphs that were synonymous with the glyph that broke, that held more power. These glyphs and runs were based on the 5 dream constellations.

The constellations of Terror and Hades, that had to do more with the nightmare side of things, and even just reading about them, gave me the feeling that if they were used, I would be unable to predict the outcome of my machine.

 So, if what I’m reading about the power of those 2 specific constellations are correct, my hypothesis would be that the dreams of just about everyone who used it would warp. Maybe taking rainbows and puppies and turning them into hellhounds and razor blades.

I quickly write that hypothesis down, thinking about the constellation symbols and their danger level in usage. My books didn’t specify if they were forbidden or never used. I might try experiments on myself with one of these glyphs if the other constellations don’t pan out.

The other constellations that held potential were time, dimension, and sand. These ones were more of a neutral based power line, though it’s also hard to predict if any combination of what I’m using on my machine would adversely affect these three constellations, and tip them out of neutrality.

Ugh. Do I need to visit Arcadium Library? Would the Library even hold the answers about these constellations that I seek. I rub my head in frustration as I start playing with combinations of how to utilize any of these five constellations for my purposes. I try all the different glyphs, runs, and dream architect circles that represent them on paper. I wanted to see if I could go off instinct into what would work.

It was a weird feeling though, drawing hundreds of combinations that held the potential of recording and projecting a single person’s dreams. But I was also excited about the challenge that I came across. As I continued working, I had a combination call out to me.

But this call wasn’t for what I was currently working on, it was for something different. It felt like something that held the potential to help me craft my machine.

Is this really what I need? Are my algorithms for my dream interpreter actually correct, and if I use this new algorithm I’ll be able to make my original item.

I was excited. In a moment of clarity of what I would be able to do, I pulled out blank blueprint paper and began my new designs including the brand-new algorithm. And as I carefully placed where I knew each symbol needed to be, I realized that the algorithm I made used all five constellations I had discovered.

Is having five constellations set up like this a good thing? I don’t know anyone who uses these specific constellations, with these specific symbols in this manner. I wonder why? My books didn’t say anything about it, but then again my books weren’t specific for all the different combinations in the world. Should I go for it?

I sighed. I supposed the worst that actually happen is that my workshop exploded probably taking some neighbors with me. And at best I succeed. These two extremes didn’t leave much room for failure to be desired.

I didn’t think I was ready to test my build that could result in my death right away. I decided to put these blueprints in my hazard project folder. This folder was for risky projects that could result in my death, and I was willing to revisit once I had more confidence in my skills.  

[myxinec]

Logging this so I can use it for later: (rough draft)

The priestess, dragon lycan and vampire were sitting around a campfire. the dragon lycan and vampire had accompanied the priestess for her journey. They asked her why she had to follow this ritual and go to some place so remote. If she wasn’t part of it anymore then why did she have to go to it in order to stay in the place she is now.

“I know plenty of your kind that don’t do this ritual and they’re fine, so why do you do it?” The vampire asked

The priestess smiled slightly and gave out a short sigh before talking

“I know I’ve been ridiculed as being a goody two shoes, and in truth, I loathe myself for being one sometimes. But that’s how I was raised. Never step out of line, always follow the rules, even if it means it’ll harm my well being.

No matter how much I want to rebel, I still find myself holding back. I live in fear of what may happen if I break the rules. Had I known how to negotiate consequences, I wouldn’t find this so difficult.

I’ve never really told you where I’ve come from have I? Let this be a little insight of where I came from. The place I come from, is a light haven. Holy light shines down, through the sun, our stars, and the Grand Saintess of the haven, which is very similar to nobility. The haven suffocated me. I was raised strictly to become a Light Saintess candidate for my haven. It’s much like being royalty but with less perks and more responsibility. Not everyone could be chosen to be a candidate, special criteria was needed in order to train for it. Do you have any idea how difficult it is the be brought up and having to compete with light itself?

I was being raised like the sun, undergoing constant pressure to be absolutely perfect, radiant. I had to be seen as a flawless doll that everyone would look to. Constant pressure to keep me in line, even if I slightly went out of my orbit, they burned me bright and they burned me fast, destroying my sense of worth and myself in the process. Constant radiance I had to exhibit, to even stay remotely close to that chance at becoming that light. One flicker of faltering and everything you worked for, would perish. How cruel to exert these conditions upon children who barely even know what the world is. How cruel to not let them even know themselves before they learn what they’re being pressured into.”

(optional to add later)

And like a star that is too big to even support itself even in all of its radiance and brilliance, it collapses.

I never wanted to be a part of that haven as soon as I was aware of what outsiders have experienced. I was thrown into that pressure the moment I knew how to read and write. Forced to study heavy books I couldn’t even lift- I’ll never forgive my parents for putting me through all that. I’ll never forgive how they neglected my siblings. They were always so busy with me that they were barely looked after. Looking back now, I wish I could have done something for them…”

She went on.

[belovecore]

Villain F/O Writing Prompts - Kraken🦑

🤗 Write about the time you and your villain F/O first admitted your care for one another.

Original Ask

(Okay so some little details to mention: I wanted to write this specifically more in an AU setting? i mean, i do not have the exact idea of how Kraken and Zero met but this came into my head so I thought it would be nice to write for this! It's sort of an old AU I used to do but you'll see what i mean-)

It had been only so long since Kraken was assigned an organic in this new program. A sort of odd one to explain in such short time but at the core of it, decepticons were given a second chance and given an organic to pair up with and learn from, all calculated on what personlities would go good together. It wasn't a flawless operation but it had results and safety nets in place.

Kraken's organic was a young adult named Zero, and all flesh built entities on Earth were different. Zero was built of shadow and overall just a humanoid shape with a normal life per others around them. They lived in a relocated area to suit needs both for a Cybertronian and a humanoid, and Zero didn't mind too much. They didn't really have any attachments to hang onto and lived alone as they usually preferred. It was a change but they could manage, they assured the overseeing Prime of that when selecting Kraken and Kraken selecting them in return.

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Time together had been spacing together nicely, Kraken and Zero didn't talk too much but they were aware of each other's existences, keep their spaces tidy and did best not to be disruptive. A few talks here and there but not much formed.

Zero wasn't too up in arms about forming a connection, but it would be nice. Kraken on the other hand had a yearning deep in his spark. It didn't seem to matter for what but he need socialization and he was absolutely fine with Zero. He just didn't know how to approach or not be awkward. An overthinker and will not to mess this up, as that would be rough to smooth out.

Kraken did at some point consider asking about some activites they could do together, and Zero seemed quite chipper at the notion. Kraken using his calm monotone to give off the vibe he was as he appeared and he felt joyous that he finally got to do more than work.

The two started watching shows together, and Zero did all they can to inform Kraken about Earth life- and in return, Zero got to know about Kraken's life on Cybertron and the Nemesis. This interest buzzed both their motivation and soon they were chattering a lot.

It was a fine connection, but nothing more than talks about what they loved. A lot would be fine with that and leave it as be. Relationships weren't always the same from one another and some just didn't go that far. It was normal, but something would happen that forced Kraken to confess and revel in his emotion in how he felt about Zero.

It wasn't always other giant robots but also just human villains causing trouble around town that could echo across the tristate and disrupt life.

Zero wasn't one to sit things out, they liked to stay home but if something big was happening, they wanted to go see. Now, they didn't plan to just charge headfirst and be in harm's way but they wanted to see what was going on and causing commotion. If big mechs were involved? Sign Zero and the rest of the world up!

Zero hastily was throwing on a hoodie and grabbing their backpack, full focus on what they wanted to do. Kraken watching the television as it clear as day was a report on a decepticon attack in town square.

Kraken's audials forward as he listened quietly, not doing much but his antennas did all the motions as he thought. His servo to his chin, but then he heard the jingle of a keychain and that set his audials staight up with a bright optic as he stood.

A smooth motion to stand in front of the garage exit, the big part where Kraken resided with stuff built for his size as he crouched. He did this so Zero could hear better, knowing they had auditory processing disorder and as usual paced his words so he didn't have to repeat unless needing clarification.

"A night out on town tonight, Zero? You sure it's not too cold?"

Zero got cold easily and Kraken knew this but they both knew, that's not what this was about. Zero huffing, petting a clawed hand through their fluffy mane and pouting up at him.

"I'll be fine, Kray. I'm just um, going, firefly… catching?"

They gave a guilty smile as Kraken sighed, audials wiggling as he moved down on his knees, servos resting on the ground to watch the small organism. His voice softer and optic half-dimmed to show he wasn't trying to be demanding or scary.

"Zero, we both know this area doesn't inhabit lightning bugs. You told me that yourself."

Zero sweating and looking away nervously, running through hand through their fluff again.

"Heh, oh yeah…"

Kraken sighing again, just looking a tad defeated. He knew Zero was a determined little shadowkin.

"If this about going to see what's going on in town square. I highly suggest against it, Zero. It's unsafe."

Zero shrugged, matching his energy but wanting to plead as they looked up at him, hands over the heart on their shirt.

"Aw, come on, Kraken. I won't get that close. I can keep myself safe. Heck, I've been in a scuffle before!"

They shined a smile with a flex of their arms, animated around the big mech since they were on terms of equal ground. Zero just wanted to go, they didn't like being told what to do even if it was good for them. Zero knew the dangers of approaching something that could be hazardous but they weren't reckless. Zero honestly saw this gesture more as small mutual concern, but that's not what Kraken meant it as, and his intent could be construed quite a lot.

Then he said something he probably shouldn't have, being more firm.

"No, Zero. I still advise against it."

He tapped the edge of his straightened servo on the ground to gesture his point.

"You shouldn't be anywhere near the battle. You're too important."

Now, this could be taken as overprotective and it was; and Kraken made it clear as 'advice' but Zero knew in their mind that if they went, it would disippoint Kraken. So what was a shadowkin to do? They couldn't win, and being the more emotional of the two. They took offense.

A scoff as they kicked at the ground, crossing their arms.

"I am not."

Kraken's audials laying back.

"You are."

He wanted to say more but it was holding it back and Kraken's resistance to Zero's will only made them more angry as the edges of their mane flared, crossing their arms tighter and grinding their teeth slightly as they tapped their foot angrily. They stimmed a lot with intense emotion.

"No. I'm not."

Their eye shut before blinking and looking up at him, a very judgemental look.

"I'm not some trophy on a pedestal who should be put behind glass and reminded how to be. Do you think I'm weak because I'm small?"

Kraken's optic glowered a bit, realizing he made a mistake but it was best to stay calm to resolve this as he held up his servo.

"No, Zero. That is not what I mean, I meant-"

Zero cut him off, getting worked up and the calm tone made them more aggressive. Zero wouldn't insult or throw things, but they would visually and verbally show how they felt through expression of thought.

"No. I think you do, Kraken! You get to go on so many cool missions and be with the other cybertronians and I just get to sit home and be boring cause I'm suddenly 'too important'!"

Kraken stood, trying to compose himself but he did not care for being labeled or told what his words meant.

"Zero, please understand."

His servos shaking as his engines revved, his temper building but Zero was far too distracted in their own tizzy to notice as they barked up at him.

"NO!"

That was it and Kraken shook as his optic blinked and then it came out with an eruption of glitching on his voicebox as his mask opened and he held out his servos, optic glazed as he boomed to match their energy.

"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LET ME DO THIS FOR YOU?"

. . .

Silence. Zero had stepped back, eye wide and staring in disbelief as Kraken blinked and gasped before lowering his audials and looking away.

"I-I mean, you should… I am…"

He closed his optic and his energon levels slowed back down as he shook his helm and removed himself from the doorway, sitting down on the couch with a rumble from his sheer size as he leaned over his knees.

Zero was surprised, not scared. They knew Kraken would never hurt them. But that instance? That meant something more, something more to Kraken. They knew that.

Their freeze finished and they glanced at the door controls before sighing and dropping their pack to shuffle over and climb up the huge seat to sit next to Kraken. A bit spaced to give him room but holding their hands in their lap quietly as the tv played in the background, muffled from mere thoughts going through both their minds.

. . .

Finally, after a few moments, Zero spoke in knowing what they wanted to say.

"… Have you been holding that in for a while, Kraken?"

They looked at him.

"I'm completely serious. Please, tell me how you feel. You've never shown much emotion to me before besides joy. I didn't even… consider your feelings. I'm so sorry."

Kraken shook his helm and looked at them, tilt of his helm as a slow drip of a coolant tear pooled on his screen and past his sharp maw.

"No. It's quite alright, Zero. I didn't, exactly get my point across in how I wanted."

Zero looked upon him with pity, with concern. They wanted him to go on as he looked away to fish his thoughts and bring them to light.

"I care so much about you, Zero. The past months have been so much fun. I haven't had a friend as close as you in a millenia. It makes me feel alive again, and I nevre want to lose that."

Zero scoot a bit closer, still listening as he went on, his servo cupping against their back softly as he glanced back at them.

"I was far too scared to tell you that in case it frightened you, and look what I've done. I scared you by having an outburst."

A shake of their head as they patted his servo, leaned against it and how suprisingly warm it was.

"I wasn't scared, Kraken. I was surprised, confused, maybe shocked, but not scared, I just didn't expect it. I understand why you did what you did and why you felt you had to."

Kraken's audials laid back submissively, nodding to himself and glossa flicking past the small stream of coolant as he looked away, a bit of disgust at his own appearance from a hubcap in the corner. But that was a tale for another day as he continued.

"I'm glad, but I would never want to react or act in a way that would be innapproriate. I should've done the correct thing and told you how I felt before letting it build up inside of me."

Zero gave a soft nod, patting his servo with a gentle smile up at him.

"We all make mistakes, Kraken. We'll get through this and-"

They closed their eyes, a still big grin stretched on their face.

"We'll work on intimacy and how close you want to be. Together."

A soft chuckle as his mask drew back and he softly patted them, petting their hair very carefully.

"Thank you, Zero. You really are starting to sound like me now, imagine if I did take my usual logical route on this whole ordeal."

An echo back to him with a stuck out tongue.

"I love you, Special K. Imagine if I took my usual emotional route?"

The two spent the night together and everything was at ease once more, and finally they could work together on how they wished for their friendship to be in the end.