#I’d love to see that become a reality one day ✨

[fallstaticexit]

I just found your blog recently. Even with my terrible knowledge of the language, I was able to understand the plot intuitively thanks to your work with screenshots and conveying the emotions of the characters. You've done an amazing job! I was smiling like a fool, and worried, and tears welled up in my eyes. It beautiful I've been reading Nancy's story and Simeon's story all evening. I am waiting with bated breath for the continuation of the story of "Children of the Forest". Good luck!

Omg thank you so very much 🥺 I truly appreciate this kind comment. It’s a joy of mine to share the stories I have dear to me and be able to bring forth a range of emotions to my readers. I’m happy you’ve enjoyed the experience and I too am so incredibly ready to get back into the magic of Children of the Forest. 💜✨

[carowleysposts]

It’s okay to care about things.

These past couple of days i’ve been noticing that a great part of our fandom is being relentlessly shamed for still loving Good Omens and not wanting it to get cancelled, and I thought i’d share my feelings about it, as I myself have been receiving hateful messages and comments because of it.

First and foremost: many people who judge don’t seem to be able to understand the power of fiction. Fiction is the art of translating reality through magical lenses and making it easier to deal with. It’s something that brings people hope, joy, comfort and brings them together even if they’re thousands of miles apart. Fiction is a shoulder to cry on, a portal to escape through and a friend to rely on. Fiction is magic in its own way, and it can (and has!) change the world in countless ways. Whether you have a happy, fulfilled and busy life or you are going through a rough patch, fiction is always there to help you navigate your own journey, and that’s why it means so much to so many people.

Secondly, it’s important that people fully understand that we do not necessarily associate our favorite pieces of fiction with the creators behind them. After JKR and all of the newly outed zionists, it’s becoming more and more clear that art can be appreciated for itself, and not tied to the person who brought it to life. Sometimes, shitty unforgivable people can make incredible things. And, as long as you don’t support or defend these people, it is okay for you to care about things important to you. It’s okay. You aren’t bad for loving something that has brought you comfort and joy.

Besides, there’s a certain power in taking things back. In looking at the person who made it and saying “this is mine now, and you are not going to ruin it for me”. And that is exactly why so many of us want this show to go on. We all want Gaiman fired. He himself has offered to step back because he is not his art and that story isn’t his anymore. It’s ours. Going on without him would only prove that, and it is okay to root for the show to survive after all that has happened. We are human, and humans need fiction. We need our little bit of magic, and that is perfectly okay.

And lastly, I would like to say that I believe in all the allegations. Even if there’s a chance of it being untrue, it’s not in my nature to doubt victims or to take someone’s side blindly just because I think they are good at their jobs. I believe his victims, I want him to pay for his crimes and I would never, ever support him. You can feel both things: despise for him and love for what he’s created alongside Terry Pratchett. You can want both things: for him to go to jail and for the show to go on in spite of him.

It’s okay to feel how you feel, to love what you love and to be vocal about it. It’s okay to advocate for your favorite show, only you know what it means to you and why. If you need to talk, I am here, I see you and I understand.

I promise we’ll be okay. 🩷✨🫶🏻

Edit: this is meant to comfort the people who are dealing with this situation as well, please refrain from commenting negative things, this is one of those “if you want to judge, do it silently” kind of things. It’s okay to stop enjoying things after stuff like that comes out, but it is also okay to still love them and care about them. Thanks! ✨

[legacygirlingreen]

My silly little HCs for Sebastian Sallow

Some of these are really random but I’ve just had an abundance of HC lately so I thought I’d share:

✨ I GENUINELY see a world in which Sebastian could be slightly messy in some areas and very orderly in others. I don’t think he’d be messy in EVERY aspect of his life. Sure his hair is messy (this i attribute to it’s natural texture and the fact he’s a teen boy and likely doesn’t care that much about it), that large stack of books near his bed and on his desk are messy and I’m sure his life can at times be pretty chaotic - but I get the vibe he still cares on occasion. He’s always dressed properly for class, no less than Ominis or his other classmates. I’m sure his papers and class notes are very immaculately organized and he’s got a system that on surface level looks chaotic but to him makes sense for his books and other possessions. I also don’t see it possible that he can be a complete slob either given how small the feldcroft house is and having to share it with Anne and Solomon (and Ominis).

✨ I think as a child he definitely had to learn how to self sooth, or find ways to entertain himself. We get hints that his parents were often locking themselves downstairs to research, leaving him and Anne to their devices and he seems very well liked by his professors - so this leads me to think that with the exception of the resitricted section and occasional mischief, he may not be as “high strung” as he’s often made out to be. With the amount of time he spends reading, snacking and just overall finding ways to keep from boredom, I can see a world where afternoons with Sebastian are much more laid back than one would imagine.

Which leads me into some loose ideas I think he’d conceive if he was dating you/MC:

* laying in the grass together on sunny days, reading silently, pointing out cloud shapes or looking for 4 leaf cloves together

* swimming in the sea in summer, sunbathing on the shores, skipping rocks

* baking the muggle way and enjoying homemade pie over candle light and engaging in thought provoking conversations

✨ I don’t think that Sebastian cares too much about his physical appearance as a teenager but I can definitely see it slowly becoming more and more a priority as he ages. Several people have pointed out that there’s a razor in their dorm and if you zoom in you can see he’s got the appearance of hair follicles on the high resolution zoom in screen grabs, so I think by seventh year he’s experimenting with facial hair. Probably sideburns or just a mustache as that would’ve been fashionable for the time, but I can see him letting his sideburns go in his least year at hogwarts. He’d claim it was “more convenient that way” since he “didn’t have to waste as much time shaving his whole face” but in reality he just feels more grown up and mature and he likes it - but likely wouldn’t want to be seen as vain.

✨ Sebastian grew up with a twin sister and is likely quite well versed in female anatomy and issues… he’s more than likely a SAINT when it comes to that time of the month, however I don’t think he’d see it as anything to mention. Likely just know it’s roughly that time again, casually offer more snacks, perhaps offer a simple back rub without saying anything, or other varieties of comfort without acknowledging WHY he’s doing so. If you ever bring it up he’d likely just shrug and say “just tying to be helpful since I know you likely don’t feel well” And leave it at that.

✨ I can see a variety of the love languages being important to him. I do agree he likely responds well to physical touch. You cannot convince me otherwise that he would not adore having someone play with his hair. He turns into a puppy immediately and it’s canon as far as I’m concerned. He also likely knows some mild form of braiding due to Anne so he probably equally enjoys returning the favor in that way. Sebastian gives me more strong touch in private but little to no PDA . Exceptions can be made for timely acceptable actions like a hand on the arm to escort but nothing crazy like necking in halls.

✨ however… private Sebastian could be a mixed bag. Initially I see him slightly nervous. Sebastian seems confident and headstrong in areas he’s familiar but we don’t see him ever feel unprepared. I get the sense he’d be anxious when he’s going in completely blind to new arenas like physical relations with a girl… So early on here May be apprehensive. I agree with the thought he would research all he could and go out of his way to make sure they were comfortable and he prevented pain. But once he’s got a good handle in it… he’s always looking to improve until he’s confident he’s making you feel incredible…

✨ Sebastian finds feminine hands to be so interesting. Despite not liking PDA I can see him constantly grabbing yours, examining them, admiring the softness, pressing kisses to the back of them, and just all around finding them so insanely beautiful despite being so simple.

✨ Sebastian sallow definitely is the type to practice his signature constantly. He gets bored in class I imagine, with as much reading as he does, he’s likely way ahead of his peers. It’s common to see him doodling out new ways of signing his name and he still hasn’t found the way that’s quite him yet but he will eventually…

✨ deep down I think he can be very self conscious. I imagine he’d find certain features less than perfection … such as his wide nose or bushy eyebrows. Dark eyes and dark features are quite common , I can see a world in which he so often feels quite plain. However the right partner coming along and kissing that button nose or playfully stroking his brow while he rests his head in their lap would slowly make him feel better about what he sees in the mirror. Being complimented on his appearance, something I’m sure gets lost in his many talents, would mean the world to him.

✨Sebastian has a sweet tooth and would 100% rock the dad bod when matured . He’s lean now with all the hogwarts cardio, but once he slows down he’s getting thicker. Just look at Solomon and tell me the sallow genes aren’t slightly husky (Also check out @rednite-dork bc she’s got some awesome art depicting a more aged up, dad bod seb and they are mouth watering 🤪)

I have soo many more but here’s some loose HCs , and I’m always down for a part 2💚

[shieldedreams]

/masterlist_avatar

updated: 13.01.2023 note: for avatar, i’m keeping it sfw/non-mature content. there might be mentions of being intimate but nothing sexual. currently writing for neteyam and lo’ak.

legend: 🌸: fluff / ☔️: angst / 🦋: reaction/hc / ✨: personal fave

🦋: goodnight, my love (neteyam + lo’ak) ⇾ in which you can’t sleep and they...

[TBA] 🦋: all your attention on me (neteyam + lo’ak) ⇾ in which they want to get your attention...

[TBA] 🦋: a hand to hold (yours) (neteyam + lo’ak) ⇾ in which you hold onto their hand...

[TBA] 🦋: comfort (neteyam + lo’ak) ⇾ in which you have one of those days and they comfort you by...

neteyam sully | avatar

i’ll always find (see) you [2,299 words] 🌸 summary ⇾ after a training gone sour, lo’ak knows who to find in order to keep his brother in check.

you’re all i see [3,046 words] 🌸 summary ⇾ there are days where you’re harsh on yourself; these are the days neteyam is the most gentle with you.

[TBA] stay with me (as if i’d leave) [? words] 🌸 ☔️ summary ⇾ in which neteyam gets a taste of what it’s like to have his nightmare become a reality. (losing you)

[TBA] say you won’t let go [? words] 🌸 ☔️ summary ⇾ in which neteyam’s rash and harsh words leaves him seeking for your forgiveness (that doesn’t come easily)

lo’ak sully | avatar

jealousy, jealousy [1,214 words] 🌸 summary ⇾ lo’ak isn’t exactly the most subtle when he’s jealous...

[taylorcometobrazil]

10 days until I see Taylor Swift.

Although I dreamt about this day would come, I never really thought it would happen in my life.

All people talk about dreams coming true was something that I believe was true for everyone, except for me; Since I was born I have been used to the idea of loss: I lost my parents at a very young age (so young I wouldn’t remember their faces if not for the pictures I have); I lost my the right to be loved by them, to be raised by them and to be my true self as I wasn’t allowed to do as I pleased. Therefore I have too many dreams and seeing Taylor live became one of them a long time ago (over 14 years), but having life always denying my every bit of joy I was given (or at least thought of be given by the universe) made me become a person who believes happiness is not for me, I don’t deserve it and the fact that I got tickets for the lover concert and then everything happening afterwards made me believe in that more than ever.

I couldn’t have any of my dreams come true, this was (in my head) another way of my life telling me I wasn’t worth it, then I came to terms with it, seeing Taylor was/is one of my biggest dreams in the entire world, she is my inspiration, she’s been there for me when no one else was, through her music/poems/even quotes. She was/is the light in the darkness that gives me hope, she can turn my bad day into a good one, she can make me feel happier even though I had just been given an entire speech of how useless and unworthy I am.

She is still there saying people throw rocks at things that shine, or anything like that.

So being here right now, counting down in only two hands how many days I have until I get to see her is something I can’t believe it’s happening, in fact as much as I am excited I am scared, the universe has given me enough proof it can take my happiness away from me just as I am as close to it as I’d thought it’d be possible but once again I am here trying to believe once again that dreams do come true and that this time I can have one of my dreams becoming reality and I can only pray for everything to go well and ask you all to please send good vibes so I can see her.

It’s only ten days, I hope I can see you soon Taylor, until then I am wishing you the best of luck with the tour come back, you deserve all the success you have, I love and admire you very much, see you in 10 days ✨💜

Do I look good? No

But I look happy :)

@taylorswift @taylornation :)

[diamond-punk0963]

✨Disneyland AUs✨

Hello everyone, Diamond Punk here! In honor of the 100th anniversary of the Disney company and the start of the event celebration at Disneyland Resort and Disney California Adventure Park, I’d like to show you all the AUs/Storylines that I have based on the park! As someone who grew up going to Disneyland, making these AUs and storylines are something I hold close and dear into my heart. Not to mention, the park’s been a huge inspiration for my AUs and fics for the longest time. With that said, I hope you guys enjoy! Feel free to reblog and share! Tag me if you guys make any content upon the AUs listed.

1. Interlinked (Original): Growing up in Tomorrowland with his sister, Eb’s always been curious about the world. Being into engineering and a local gamer has given flavor within his life. However, he’s always wondered what’s beyond his home borders. Anytime anyone asked about said boarders, it would be responded with a 'For your safety'. Eb’s never been one to push but the whole idea of being stuck upon one place has given him some annoyance. Nonetheless, he carried on with his life. He planned to graduate and become an inventor for the community with his own ideas in mind. It seemed like there was a bright future ahead of him.

Yet, everything went crashing down upon a single moment. A single decision that would change his fate. Upon that moment, a chance to explore what’s beyond opened to him. A taste of the truth urged him to take that chance. Grabbing what he could, he ran off to see what lies beyond his own world. What lies upon his own path from the moment he took that first step.

Into a series of events he was pulled into. Worlds from which he could’ve merely saw upon a dream. From each new world he fell into, the deeper he became engulfed into the truth. The reason why these worlds were divided. He wanted others to see the truth for themselves. See how the world they live in is bigger than any of us could’ve imagined. However, forces beyond his own control seek to silence him.

Into the great unknown, Eb must rise to unite the lands that which make up his home to defeat those who seek to divide him. Will he be up to the task or will his fate end in misery?

2. Wonder & Unite (RWBY/OC/Modern AU-ish)

The parks have always been a place for others to share memories with loved ones. To make memories is another reason why people decide to come into the park’s grounds. For the those who are young and the young at heart. However, there are those who visit the park as a haven to get away from reality and provide a safe environment for those who find freedom within its grounds. For anyone to the park’s gates, they each have a reason to come and a story to create.

Ever since he was young, Eb was always excited when he headed to the parks. Typically, it would be for occasional family trips but there were times that he has some ‘solo adventures’ as he describes them. Being the youngest son of Willow Schnee and James Ironwood, having a wealthy family name attached with assumptions and ‘ideals’ that Atlas is known for is something less than ideal for the young inventor’s life. He wanted freedom of individuality. The parks was the only place that he felt like it could grant him that. Every time he comes into the park, he can forget the expectations of his family and jump into being his nerdy, eccentric self. Sometimes, it’s better to be someone others may not like than loved for someone you’re not.

Coming up on a sibling visit, Ruby’s been a huge nerd when it came to franchises like Star Wars and video games like Kingdom Hearts. For the most part, anything with action and adventure was something Ruby would get hooked into. As for Yang, she’d have a similar taste but was all into the thrill. Going into the park for the weekend, Ruby was ready to spend some time with her sister. Eat snacks and go on fast rides, it’s a planned out day of fun. Yet . . . She couldn’t help but get the feeling like she’s being watched. By who or what it is, she’s unsure. Anywho, it’s probably just nerves. Why would anyone want to watch her from a distance for?

For her first time away from home, Penny couldn’t wait to visit the Disney parks. She’s always loved the classic Disney films and shared a liking towards the more fairytale side to the company. Staying at the hotel was one thing but going to the park, it was a dream come true for her. Going through the rides and meeting Disney characters, she was always on her feet. When the day came to an end, she made her way back to the hotel and rested for tomorrow’s journey. Suddenly, she woke up in the middle of the night to hear something call to her. Was it just a dream or was there something more to the park than she imagined?

Each person that comes into the park, they come in search of wonder within their lives. There’s so much that the parks can offer. Yet, something’s amiss within the park as soon as the gates close for the night. Something within the park that no one knows about. Something’s alive, seeking those who come to their search of wonder.

[momrryficfest]

Seeing as prompt submissions are right around the corner for the next round of the Momrry Fic Fest, we have decided to post a roundup of last year’s fics. Happy reading! We’ll be back sooner than you think. 🤍🕊️✨

With A Little Kindness by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

The man lays his hand on Harry’s forearm and Harry looks up as the stranger leans in. “I just wanted to say,” he whispers. “Can I cover your bill? I’m a big believer in paying it forward and I can see you’re struggling. It’s none of my business, of course, but I’d really like to help.”

OR the one where Harry is a struggling single parent who doesn’t have time for relationships and Louis is a generous stranger who is unlucky in love, until fate decides to step in and bring them together.

Let Go of a Prayer by abaddxns / @momrryrights

On nights like these, will he be left to tend to the baby while Louis tidies up his mess in the kitchen, or will he be cooking and cleaning while Louis busies himself with the baby? Or babies? Can’t forget Jay’s track record with twins. And if they are graced with multiples or are able to get pregnant more than once, will their first be old enough by the time their little sibling comes along to help do the nightly tidying, or will he and Louis be juggling two under-fives at once?

In which Harry and Louis are happily married creatives who have been actively dancing around the subject of having children for years, but when Harry's itch for having a baby starts to become unbearable, starting a proper conversation on the matter seems impossible.

A Chance? by onlylearsfool / @suesheroll

A meet-awkward involving puking babies and kind handsome strangers. Harry’s heart doesn’t stand a chance against a stranger just asking for one.

in the shallow water, you can swim around me (i won't mind) by enbyharry / @non-binharry

“What’s got you all worked up this morning, princess?”

Louis tickles up Harry's ribs and Harry squirms, slapping his hands away.

"Your little footie players are in here giving their mummy hell this morning." Harry explains. “I could barely sleep so I had a little bath. I thought it was only fair that you give me a hand to lotion myself up.”

“And just where do you want me to rub you down, my love?” Louis asks, an amused lilt to his question. Harry knows that Louis had already figured out exactly what he was really getting at, too embarrassed to flat out say he was horny at 8 o’clock on a Thursday morning. Harry’s libido was going haywire in his final trimester, and while Louis was never going to refuse pulling his cock out to give his baby exactly what he wanted, Harry felt undignified over the reality that he could barely function these days if he didn’t do something first to relieve the aching pressure building just beneath the surface.

“Hmm,” Harry says, tapping his chin, “I think I want you to start… here.”

Most Ardently in Love by softfonds / @softfonds

A glimpse into the newlywed life of the Tomlinsons of Donwell Abbey, complete with a happy surprise.

Where Love Grows by Neondiamond / @neondiamond

When his husband leaves without warning only weeks after the birth of their first child, a struggling Harry is forced to move in with a work colleague and raise his newborn in the desolate, dreary outskirts of London. There, within the walls of a shitty apartment complex, he meets Louis Tomlinson, fellow struggling parent and hopeless romantic.

Don't Go Wasting Your Emotions by princelyharry / @princelyharry

Harry Styles is a feisty, independent man who has been a single parent all his life and doesn’t need any man to fulfill his dreams.

That may change when his twenty-one-year-old daughter, Isabella, suddenly invites her three potential fathers to the island so that one of them can give her away on her wedding day.

As it turns out, Harry doesn’t really know who Isabella's father is.

(or Mamma Mia au)

All I Need by tommokat / @tommokat

Harry’s been dating Louis for a magical three months, but before they can go any further, he has a big secret to reveal.

Enchanted by brightgolden / @brightgolden

“My close friends usually call me H,” Harry mumbles suddenly after Louis wraps up his story.

That’s unexpected. “Are you telling me I’m your close friend now?” Louis quips, squinting his eyes at Harry.

OR

Where Louis finally meets his neighbour. After a few conversations, he begins to realise he is too weak to resist the charms of the new mother and his six month old daughter.

honey, that's alright by enbyharry / @non-binharry

Harry giggles as he reveals what he’s hiding behind his back, shaking the glass jar in front of Louis’ face as the nugs rattle around, flipping from side to side. He feels like a teenager, giddy anticipation to partake in something he shouldn’t be doing, making it all the more thrilling.

"Will you join me?" he asks sweetly, knowing Louis can never deny him.

or

The one where Harry is one hot mama who likes to get high.

All I Want Is You by daffodilsforlou / @polaroidlouis

“It’s been ages,” Harry whispers. The curls tickling the top of Louis’ ear, though a bit higher than he remembers, are familiar enough that any potential awkwardness between them dissolves.

“I know,” Louis chuckles. Although if he closes his eyes - and he does - he can almost pretend it hasn’t been that long.

Until there’s a small, high pitched voice pulling Harry apart.

“Mommy?”

harry has a kid from a previous relationship. he and kit come to stay with louis for a while.

[mamibaddie]

18+ only! Minors DNI.

Imagine Eddie with an alt!black girlfriend. You both have a couple of classes together. One of them where you both sit next to one another. There were times when you’d both ask each other simple questions like “Did you do the homework?” Or “Is there a test today?” But nothing past that. He always found you extremely attractive but didn’t know how to approach you, not wanting to mess up his chances before anything even starts.

But one day he sees you wearing a Metallica shirt that’s cropped, adored with safety pins and holes with a black patent leather corset. He thought it was so hot. Sometimes he’d picture you wearing something similar in bed. Wearing nothing but your corset and spiked choker. He loved when you wore red or black lipstick, wondering what your lips would like wrapped around his dick. He has to shake off the thought before he becomes harder than he already is. He figures it’s now or never. He turns to you in class while the teacher isn’t looking.

He swallows deeply before whispering, “you like Metallica?”

You turn to look at him. “Yeah, they’re one of my favorite bands.”

His eyes widen in surprise, “No way, they’re mine too!”

You smile at him. “Really?!”

He nods his head and before he can say anything. Ms. O’Donell clears her throat and looks at Eddie. “See me after class, Mr. Munson.” To which he does, but to his surprise you were waiting outside the class. He looks at you with those beautiful doll eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, I know we don’t know each other, but I wanted to ask you something.”

He swallows and says. “Okay, what’s up?” While saying to himself in his head, “don’t mess this up, don’t this mess up!”

“You mentioned liking Metallica…and well… I had got two tickets for me and my friend to go see them live in concert but she can’t make it. And…I was wondering…if you’d like to go with me?”

His brain starts to short-circuit. He can’t believe that his crush had asked him on a date. Well, not exactly a date but still! He almost forgot how to breathe. He came back to reality.

He nodded and smiled at you, “Y-yes! I’d love to!”

Since then you two have been super close. He even worked the nerve up to ask you to be his girlfriend by making you a spooky basket. You both discover new music and new bands together. He watches all the horror movies with you, even the ones he’s a bit scared of. You do his eyeliner before his shows. Sometimes he’ll even wear some of your spiked chokers. Even applying some glitter to his cheekbones. He talks to you in-depth about his DND campaigns, going as far as to ask you about your opinion. Even when you don’t know a thing about it. So you took it upon yourself to secretly learn about it. You wear his Hellfire shirt when you sleep over his place. He loves you in it. ❤️‍🔥

A little moodboard included cause I felt like it ❤️‍🔥✨☺️ (none of this pictures are mine. I don’t claim them.)

[circa-specturgia]

Writeblr Intro+ WIP Masterpost

Around time I got to this isn’t it…? I promised myself I’d do a proper re-intro once I had a bit more experience with this site and I’d say 3 months is a good! So, then, let the reintro commence! Starting with the WIPs! About The Author at the bottom!

Note: All bits without a link are posts I have yet to make but plan to! Maybe I’ll open asks to have y’all chose which you’d like to hear first! We’ll see…

Circa Specturgia

The planet of Istra is a mysterious one… The further you venture from civilization, more dangerous and wild the world get, with remnants of an ancient time now long passed, and yet, still echoing…

[Actual Plot Summary In-Progress]

Aesthetics, Asks & Assorted Others

Aesthetics and Intro to Istra Cas’ Favorites + Some Aesthetics On Vælan Ships Circa Specturgia Lootbox Istran Tech Tamara’s Guns Istra Map Designs A Few Historical Figures

Characters

The Cast Intro

Specturgy

Specturgy - Brief - A TL;DR overview of the system Specturgy - Introduction Specturgy - Specters Specturgy - Jynkaturgy & Viðumancy

Races

Race - Æris Race - Væla Race - Casian Race - Vestarii Race - Jihn Race - Eh’Sheyva Race - Tessekan Race - [Remains Unnamed]

Scenes & Snippets

In a red courtyard - 1.7K Comfort - 0.2K The stars were shining - 0.8K I'll carry you... - 0.4K ...when you've fallen asleep - 0.8K It's as good as - 0.5K Fratricidium - 1.1K

Fingertips and Shadows - 4.7K (smut)

In Endowment, Servitude - 0.7K (Crossover w/ @bloodlessheirbyjacques)

You’re a terrible influence on me - 3.7K (Part I of the crossover w/ @bloodlessheirbyjacques) (smut) (Previous part of this AU by Jacques here!)

The Main Course - 2.3K (Part II of the crossover w/ @bloodlessheirbyjacques) (smut) (Previous part of this smut here!)

Lost & Found

Perception, dreams, ideas, concepts, nightmares, thoughts... These are the things that shape the world. Lily Maradona becomes aware of that on the day when a man who bends space comes for her imaginary friend.

A writing collaboration with the brilliant @agrimedena-drax! ✨ For more details on character check out her blog! ✨

Characters

Jehoel / Joel / Iahoel / יהואל Victor

Introduction

Memorandum

Lore & Worldbuilding

The Lost & Found Institute Overseers / Watchful Reality Bends Technology

Prometheus

46.5 Billion light years. The crew of the Prometheus II mission find themselves beyond the reaches of the Earths observable universe. Far beyond the safety of home. And yet, far from alone... Ancient alien civilizations, ancient ruins, an intergalactic mystery, ghosts and beings of the final frontier, which the seven of them must face, if they hold on to any hope of getting home.

Assorted Things

Intro to Prometheus Prometheus Lootbox

Scenes and Snippets

Prologue - Sol 180

A statue of ice stands alone in a field of silver Machine

Untitled WIP

The world has long since begun to heal. Generations have been born, and no one lives who still cries and recoils at the sight of fire. The world is green once more. Turns out the end of the world as we know it wasn't the same as the end of the world.

Assorted Posts

Brainstorming post (Ft. @jess-p-edits)

Snippets

Satellite Dishes Roofrunners Expedition

About The Author

And so, like a phoenix, I am reborn! Thoughts on the new colors y'all? But, onto the topic! I don't think I've gotten any better at this since last time, so I'll just go over the key notes:

Writing + Reading

Fantasy, from the high to the low and all of the stuff in between!

Contemporary fantasy, supernatural fiction, and urban fantasy are just great.

Anything Sci-Fi. Seriously. From the more energetic and hopeful daring explorations to the cosmic horror and soul-shaking solitude of the abyss, all of it is damn brilliant. Especially love me some science in my science fiction!

Sharing ideas! Talk about people’s WIPs, characters, and just hearing from all these brilliant and creative people! It’s just such a human experience to hear the excitement in someone voice or writing when they share things about something they put so much work and time and love into, y’know?

WORLDBUILDING. There’s just something about a world that’s well thought out with little details, or just unique, and vibrant, and creative that makes me happy, and, per what I said above? Hearing about people’s worlds is the BEST.

Mortally gray characters, Queer characters, Morally gray queer characters.

As for just general stuff:

Oversized anything, hoodies, sweaters, blankets, all of it is so cozy! Fireplaces, in snowed-in cabins in the woods are my jam.

Tea. (Currently love me some milky oolong.)

Drawing! I mainly do traditional art, pen and paper, been thinking about making a sideblog for it all...

D&D is just wild. If you write and haven’t ever played you’re missing out. If you just haven’t played in general, you’re missing out!

All pronouns are fine, lost me gender in Ye Olde Gender War, back in '69. Hovering in the general vicinity of being a bi/pan guy, so those also fit if you want.

Pretty much married to @agrimedena-drax 🖤✨

Lovely to meet y'all, new and old, and welcome to Writeblr!

[adorethedistance]

A Romantic - Alive!Luke Patterson x Reader Modern!AU

JATP masterlist

Requested: Alive!Luke in highschool is just so hopelessly In love with the reader, she’s like the edgy punk who will let nobody know she’s actually soft on the inside and loves romance, so she plays hard to get, Luke does everything he can to get her to notice him, writes her little notes and puts them in her locker, always tries to do group projects with her, etc. She plays hard to get but eventually she caves and hangs out with him to finish a project one night, she finally lets her hard exterior disappear and she ends up confessing to luke she likes him back, it’s all cutesy, then idk they make out lol ✨

Warnings: Swearing, mild anxiety, heated kisses, n Emily Patterson fluff

Words: 2683

A/n: I know I have a few requests ahead of this one, BUT I wanted to get something out since it has been a fat minute since I put a fic out. Hope y’all enjoy this fluffy goodness and my personal spin on what it means to me to be punk.

“Have you ever actually talked to her?”

“Shhh.” I hear the hushed whispers from the boys of sunset curve as I make my way to the back of the classroom. They always sit in the back in a little tripod of desks. Usually, Alex is the one closest to the board so he can actually pay attention, but lately Luke has taken that spot.

“Hey, Y/n,” he greets as I sling my backpack on the left side of my usual blue plastic chair.

“Hey,” I reply, uninterested in holding any further conversation. This telegraphic-sentence for a one-word response back and forth isn’t new. He’s done it every day this last semester, and truth be told, I don’t mind. I actually somewhat look forward to it. Luke isn’t bad looking by any means, and he’s not annoying or rude either. It’s actually kind of sweet. But the fact that Luke doesn’t seem put off by my cold demeanor is what strikes me as odd. No one’s been undeterred by my lack of interest and emotion since... what? The eighth grade?

“How’s your day?”

“Fine.”

“Do you want a pretzel?” Luke offers me one of the large Costco sourdough pretzel things I haven’t had since childhood. I let my subconsciously permanent scowl relax into an almost smile and accept the offer. As I eat the peace offering, I open my bag to retrieve my Gov notebook and set it on my desk with my favorite pencil. When I sit back up, I flip the cover open to make a tally mark on the inside top right corner, next to the redbubble sticker of my favorite band’s most recent album artwork.

I don’t know if he’s caught on yet, but I’ve been keeping track of every time he’s offered me food. This is day twelve and I knew from day three that he’s trying to Pavlov me. It’s not exactly working. I mean, I do get excited to see him, but not because of the food. Before the food, I’d sort of found myself taking an interest in Luke. I thought I was interested in his budding career since sunset curve has been playing the local scene for a little bit. But sitting next to him in gov made me realize that’s not the case at all.

When I slip back into reality, I realize our teacher has already started today’s lecture and frantically flip to the last page I’d written on. I become so invested in my note-taking, I nearly missed the feeling of luke poking my arm with the eraser of his pencil. My eyes connect with his and he nods forward. I tear my gaze from his to see a folded up piece of scrap paper on the right side of my desk.

Mr. Casey is looking down at his computer to use the laser pointer on slides to show us a chart of government spending; I take the compromised position as a greenlight to unfold Luke’s paper. He’s trying to clarify what the sticker is inside my notebook, correctly guessing the album name from a brief glance.

‘yeah. they’re my favorite band.’ I write down quickly, scratching a heart into the paper above the word ‘favorite’, and then hand him the paper. Once he gets the note back, Luke doesn’t bother me for the rest of class.

I sit back against the seat of my chair and observe the mass of notes I just took. I sigh and shake out my hand before pulling my backpack into my lap and putting my stuff away.

“Okay we have a few minutes left in class, so I want to go over the group project guidelines with the remaining time we have.” My head snaps up at Mr. Casey’s mentioning of a group project. Fuck. “This project is going to be a mock election. You will be working in groups of four, simulating working on a campaign team and assign the roles of candidate, campaign manager, press secretary, and finance director. Decide who your partners will be and then send a group representative up to tell me the names of everyone in your group. The rest of the guidelines are printed on a handout, please grab one from the basket on your way out.”

I don’t have friends in this class. What the fuck am I gonna do? I don’t want to fail the project. The anxiety of the situation shortens my breathing, and I just want to curl up into myself and disappear into a cloud of dust.

“Hey!” I feel something poking my bicep. When I take my head out of my hands, I see Luke’s arm extended to prod me with the eraser of his 99 cent mechanical pencil. “Do you wanna be in our group?” I look at him, bewildered.

“What about Bobby?” Tearing my eyes from Luke’s, I spot Bobby being ambushed by a trio of girls from the soccer team. “Oh. Uh, is that okay with Alex and Reggie?” I ask to make sure, in fear of intruding.

“Boys! Y/n is in our group now.” Reggie smiles brightly and Alex nods an acknowledgment. I guess this is my group. I offer a small, uninterested ‘hey’ in contrast to Luke’s excited smile.

“So, we should probably assign roles. To tell Mr. Casey.” Alex pulls out a sheet of paper and clicks his pen open. He looks between the other three of us, ready to write, but no one puts forth any suggestions. I roll my eyes with a sigh and sit up straighter to lean forward.

“I’m campaign manager. Reggie, you’re doing finance director. Alex, you’re press secretary. And I guess that means, Luke, you’re our candidate. Capisce?”

All three boys nod slowly, seemingly intimidated by my initiative nature. Alex copies down our names and roles and looks to me when he’s finished. I hold out my hand lazily to take the paper and push out of my seat. When I approach Mr. Casey’s desk, the rest of the kids who brought up their papers fall silent. I dismiss the childish judgment and wordlessly give the paper to our teacher.

“We can meet at my place after school,” Luke asserts more so than offers. I nod absentmindedly and retrieve my phone from my backpack to text mom where I’m going after school. Car keys in hand, the four of us wait for the period to end, the three of them chatting away and me silently on my phone.

“Y/n?” I hear Reggie call.

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to just follow me to Luke’s house or I can give you the address or…?”

“Oh, uh-”

“I can direct her!” Luke pipes up from his seat, startling me in mine. “We can meet you guys there and I’ll just direct her.” I feel bad telling him no, so I agree to let him direct me to his house. The final bell rings and the mass of Los Feliz students flood the exits. Alex hangs back for a second and doesn’t think I clocked the way he’d tugged Reggie back by the backpack handle.

“Hey, you guys go ahead, Reg and I need to talk with Bobby for a sec.” I know exactly what Alex is doing, and he’s caught on to the fact that I know. Luke on the other hand is completely oblivious.

“See you guys there,” I say smugly. Before slinging my bag over my right shoulder and exiting the row of individual desks. Each stride I take is carefree and purposeful. The perk of being intimidating and wearing platform boots is everyone clears out of your way in the halls. I nearly forget I’m not going home after school, that is until Luke comes cheerfully bounding down the hallway by my side. Every time I look at his face, he’s smiling like an idiot and it doesn’t falter when we connect eyes. The prospect of a cute boy being so happy around me makes my face heat up, and I drop my gaze to the asphalt beneath my feet.

“Can we listen to that album that you have on the inside of your notebook? I’ve never heard it before.” Luke pipes up once we’re outside my car.

“Sure.”

Despite requesting to listen, Luke doesn’t do much listening. He’s mouthing off about how power chords are overused and sometimes it just ‘sonically doesn’t work’ and you have to ‘ditch the power chords’ and other things. I wonder how long I can go without talking. Each comment is interjected with directions at every intersection we pass until finally, I’m pulling into the driveway of the Patterson residence. Alex and Reggie arrive only a minute later, solidifying the notion that they didn’t need to talk to Bobby about anything.

“How was your talk with Bobby?”

“Very productive.” Alex counters my point question with a knowing smile. He’s lost the motivation to be secretive which makes me beam in triumph.

“Yeah, I bet.”

Reggie, Alex, and I follow Luke into the one-story L.A. home and are immediately greeted with the smell of fresh-baked cookies.

“I’m home!” Luke hollers as he lets the rest of us into the house and closes the door.

“Mitch?” A second voice calls back from a small distance.

“Luke!”

“I don’t know any Luke.” He leads us towards the voice. The house looks like if you were to google the word ‘home’ and I conclude he’s an only child based on the fact that their mantle looks like he just died. The centermost picture is his senior portrait from this year, and the picture to the left is I’m guessing from Kindergarten.

Luke leads us toward the kitchen in an impromptu single file line, unintentionally placing me in the back for looking at the pictures so long. Entering the space, Luke snags a cookie as his mom, I presume, presses an endearing kiss to the top of his head. He then swings himself up to sit on the white tiles of the kitchen counter next to the sink, behind his mom who’s transferring a batch of chocolate chip cookies onto a serving plate.

“Careful boys these are still hot,” she says as she finishes placing the last cookie on the plate. When she looks up she’s wholly unphased by Alex and Reggie’s presence, but seemingly startled once she spots me lingering behind.

“Luke, you didn’t tell me you were bringing a girl home!” she warmly extends her free hand. I smile bashfully before accepting the shake,

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Patterson. I’m Y/n.” My polite demeanor pleases Emily and somewhat shocks the other boys.

“Oh, please, call me Emily.”

“Why does she get to call you Emily?” Reggie asks, extremely offended and I can’t tell if it’s a bit or not.

“Because I’m sure Y/n is a very refined and poised young lady. You three are hooligans,” she returns her attention to me, specifically the flower painted on the right chest pocket of my denim jacket, “That’s a lovely flower, did you do it yourself?”

“Oh, thank you! I did. It’s my mom’s favorite flower.” The look of adoration painted across her faces causes me to internally fawn over her entire aura. I just hope she doesn’t see the black lettering across the back panel that reads F*CK THE SYST*M’. After her moment of admiration expires, she moves to place the used baking sheet in the sink.

“Did you guys replace Bobby?”

“Bobby has groupies now so we cut him loose to maintain our spotless image.” Luke’s sarcastic comment makes Emily swat his shoulder with the back of her hand. They both laugh gently and share a look of genuine affection. The moment is so endearing. The way Luke smiles at her is precious and I feel myself unintentionally swoon a little bit.

“We needed her for a Gov project after Bobby ditched us.”

“I see. Well, help yourselves to some cookies. I’ve got an entire second batch of dough in the fridge and I need to get rid of them.” Emily allows us to head off to work on the project but not without a plate of cookies for us to share.

The next three hours were spent discussing which hot button issues on the sheet would be at the forefront of our campaign. Luke was playful but overall sincere about spearheading his campaign with a focus on LGBT+ rights and women’s rights. We talked over how he would handle himself in the debate round, and how we would execute an ad reminiscent of the Bush-era filmography style.

By the end of the session, we were in a good place to pick up the work in class tomorrow. Alex was being summoned home for dinner, and Reggie as his ride had to go with him consequently. Luke and I still wanted to brainstorm ideas for the advert, so I decided to stay a little bit longer. As we talked rhetorical strategies, Emily comes in to briefly announce she’s going to the store for more cooking spray, and that ‘Mitch won’t be home ‘til late’; she eyes Luke in a manner that’s anything but inconspicuous.

She leaves the door open as she goes. By now, there’s only one cookie left on the plate, and I’m staring at it, wondering whether or not I’ll eat the whole thing. Luke clocks my indecision and picks up the cookie. He takes a bit out of it before satirically looking up at me,

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want some?” He asks before taking another huge bite out of it.

“Are we playing a game? Is this fun for you?”

“Indulge me.” Two more seconds and it’s gone, so I move closer holding out my hand with an expectant look. Luke looks at me in false confusion. He then wickedly places half of the remaining piece between his teeth and sits back with his weight between both hands, flat on the ground. He doesn’t move but merely holds the treat tantalizingly between his lips, gauging my reaction. I bite back the urge to smile. I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing I’m also having fun.

Leaning forward, I come face to face with Luke, close enough to feel the steady breaths he exhales. We’re caught in a staredown of sorts with all sorts of sexual tension electrifying the atmosphere. My eyes flit down from his own, to the baked good held in his mouth, and back up to his waiting gaze. Challenge accepted.

I don’t give myself the opportunity to chicken out and move to bite off the other half of the cookie. As I allow myself to linger in Luke’s personal bubble, the delicacy breaks and I move the rest of it into my own mouth before I feel Luke gently press his lips to mine. He dawdles in the kiss before pulling away. I sit back on my heels with a small smile of satisfaction, finishing the cookie piece before looking back to Luke.

He seems… breathless? Stunned? What is this look?

I don’t have time to figure it out before Luke takes my jaw between his thumb and forefinger to envelop me in a sensational second kiss. He’s not heavily salivating or weirdly dry, and he’s not trying to shove his tongue down my throat, so I’m gonna count this one as a win. As the kiss progresses, I tangle my right hand in the back of his hair, almost gripping the fringe to establish control. We’re doing this at my pace. The sensuality of our synchronized movements is overwhelmingly blissful; I tug the bulk of Luke’s bottom lip between my teeth as I pull away. When we pull apart Luke is smiling a blissed-out version of his usual dopey grin and I exhale a laugh in disbelief.

“I didn’t think you liked me like that, Y/l/n.”

“What, I don’t strike you as a romantic?”

“It’s the jacket.” Luke shrugs as he friskily plays along.

“Nothing says romance quite like anarchy.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Then beg.”

***

Taglist: @caitsymichelle13​ @kaitlyn2907​ @itz-jas​ @crybabyddl​ @kcd15​ @kinda-really-lost​ @calamitykaty​ @morganayennefertyrell​ @n0wornever​ @dream-a-little-bigger-x​ @mrstodorooki @vicesvsvirturesfanfic @curlybrownhairedboys​ @amazinggracy​ @kaitieskidmore1​ @asdfghjkl-fanfics​ @ghostlygreenbean​ @juliefromaustralia @merceret​ @jemimah-b99​ @ifilwtmfc​ @thesweetestsinner​ @imsydneywalker​ @lovesanimals​ @thebloodthirstyvampress​ @bumbleberry-pie​ @losers-club6​ @tefilovesreading​ @dmcfarland1​@joynerxmercer @kexrtiz​ @talk-on-the-street​ @phantompogues​ @konciousdreamer​ @sunsetcurvej​ @warmnesss0ul​

[ascendanceseriesveteran]

Time for some brutal honesty.

Please read the hashtags and respect my wishes before you do anything! 😂💛

I’d also like to say in advance that I am aware of how unpatriotic I sound, and so I accept people’s disagreement on the matter.

I don’t know how I feel about Jen’s latest post on Instagram.

I’m obviously thrilled that there is going to be a screen adaptation of the Ascendance Series. Like literally over the moon. I’m still traumatised from that time a bit less than a decade ago when they were working on a film and it was cancelled. I remember being extremely upset and thinking “fine, I’ll make a film myself when I’m older” 😂.

But I really hope that the photo is just concept art or something similar. Because (again, I mean no offence to the actors. I’m just looking at this from a very critical point of view) the actors in the photo are significantly older than the characters in the books.

And Jaron’s age, (and hence everyone else’s age) is crucial to the series. It adds a layer of story - how people find it more difficult accepting him as king and his own lack of self worth because he’s just a “boy King”. How he grew up, how he was abandoned, the unfair amount of suffering he experiences even before being an adult and just how powerful and intelligent he is.

Granted, I never wanted any one them to look 14 in all honesty, I’ve always envisioned them slightly older. This is for multiple reasons; 1, because in medieval times teenagers already looked like young adults due to sun exposure and labour; 2, some medieval teenagers were already considered of-age because people died young and so becoming an adult was a rushed process, 3 (this one is superficial and self-centred, I apologise in advance), because it would be weird to “simp” over someone who looks 14 (in my defence, I’ve been loving these characters since I was maybe 13/14, so in my mind they have grown up with me. Now that I’ve surpassed their supposed age and obviously don’t want to be creepy, I considered them a bit older - but vitally, still much younger than the picture [maybe 16-18 yrs old]); and 4, (again, this one is a bit selfish and childhood-dream-esque in a way), I started pursuing acting when I was younger and still do, to this day, because I wanted to audition for Imogen lmao 😩😂 (but that’s beside the point, moving on… I know it’s a very far-fetched and whimsical desire but it’s been ingrained in me for many years and here I am spilling the beans. Besides, I’m pretty sure many of you share that dream or a similar one so I feel no little to no shame).

But setting all those biases aside, I really feel like the actors should be no older than young adults (those who are playing Jaron, Roden, Tobias, Imogen and Amarinda). Like if it’s a legal problem or one of expenses, casting adult actors who are younger than about 25 but who still look about 16-18, would be ideal. Because (again, I respect the actors themselves hugely) in the photo, but they all look like complete adults to me and that just does’t agree with what I envisioned.

I want to discuss this with you guys in the comments because I want to hear thoughts. I’ve been reading these books for almost a decade now and know them quote-by-quote, and know the characters as well as I’d know my friends (pretty sad but that’s the reality lol). I know many of you are also super fans of the series and have your own ideas of what Jaron and the crew looks like. If you go to Jaron’s actor’s Instagram you will see photos of the rest of the cast (whether this is confirmed or not, I have no clue). But any superficial thoughts and acting aspirations aside, (I’ve already spilled my deepest, actor-centric desires above so don’t take a stab at them because I’m ✨delicate✨), I want to genuinely hear and discuss what you think about my panicked assessment of the photo, and see if you guys share my concerns or have none about the matter at all.

PS: please read the hashtags. In short, don’t repost this and just discuss in comments 💛

[intuitive-bbloom]

my initials are FH and my fave emojis would be 😙🕺🏻🧃☺️ and 💌

sending love!!!

Hello!!! Sweetie! Thanks for the love ���☺️💕💕✨✨✨

Let’s get into your love letter! Your fsp has channeled these songs to you!

Devil’s advocate by The neighborhood

Gravity by Brent Faiyaz

Treat you better by Shawn Mendes

Girls need love by Summer Walker

Don’t stop the music by Rihanna

Your person might be a poc 😂 or something I’m not sure. Okay let’s get into it!

You know how I am, FH. I don’t agree to societal norms, but you like that about me. Cruising around in my power bike and my nikes, we’re moving so fast we can get caught by the cops but we don’t care. I love when your arms are wrapped around me and we’re speeding through the city. We keep it cool and carefree but damn if I’m coming off as shy it’s because of you. We’re the product of the 90s, I haunt you, don’t I? You can’t get me off your mind and what I do to you, I make you come alive, I light you up. I’m the devils advocate, always whispering those sinful things in your ears, I’ll applaud you if you can handle it… you think I can be saved but I’m a lost cause. Me and my friends are so tight it’s like a marriage, but they don’t always like me, I stay for you cuz it’s the right thing, you’re the only good thing I have.

I’m on the way back home, I’d get you whatever you want. You want to be alone with me, I really appreciate that you hold me down when I’m losing myself, but I don’t want you waiting around for someone like me, I’m no good for you. People don’t know about us, would be angry if they knew? You’re always in my dreams. You always be hitting me up, but I’m trying, I’ve had my fair share of relationships and now it’s hard to catch feelings. I’m not over you girl, but I don’t know if I can be your boyfriend, we used to be best friends, I don’t know if I’m good enough for you.

You know I won’t lie to you, I’m not right for you, we both know that. I see it in your eyes when you say I’m the one you want, I want you in a better situation with someone who can treat you better than I can, you can tell me anytime if you want to stop and I’ll make it a reality. I’m a little messed up because of my parents and I’m afraid that one day it’ll turn up like that, that we’ll become like them and we’ll end up hating each other and I’m scared of that. I don’t wanna hate you, you deserve a gentleman who won’t make you cry, I love you so much god I really do but I’m certain there’s someone out there who can love you better than I can. Who would give you everything you need, if you want to end this, I won’t be surprised, I won’t hold you back. I wanna be so good for you, I don’t want to let you down but I’m not sure I can.

You must think I’m joking, you need love and not the kind I can provide. Although, I give it to you right, you need more than that. Need more than a thug, an amazing fuck, exactly how you want it, how you like it. I don’t want that fuck, I don’t want another guy seeing you like that, who’d give you that healing. You need a guy with a little more feelings.

All this is just reminding me of when we found out we had a mutual attraction, just dancing the stress away and drinking. I had no intention of getting into a relationship or anything, but when your eyes landed on me I knew deep down inside that you were for me. So beautiful and sexy, your aura was so magnetic, it was impossible to not come over to you. We didn’t want it to end, rocking against each other, my hands on your waist, eyes locked. You were my escape, couldn’t leave you even if I wanted to. What we have, nobody knows about it, it’s just us.