#I’ll be back on tumblr officially soon I promise

[quite-actually-a-nacho]

I just wanted to express my sorrow over hearing keyboardist Richard Tandy of the Electric Light Orchestra passed away.

quiet but mighty, unfathomably talented with multiple instruments, and a gentle human being with a great respect for the band past and present.

[yanderecrazysie]

Twisted Zoo: Chapter One

This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui .

Also @twistedcece @ursinaw  @thisisafish123 and @cenatour wanted to be tagged! Let me know if anyone else wants to be tagged for future chapters. If you no longer want to be tagged, please tell me!

Summary: You’re a brand new zookeeper at The Halfling Zoo- a place where half-animals live in captivity. Your job is simple- feed them and study them. Your main worry is that one of the more dangerous halflings might kill you. 

Unfortunately, that may become the least of your worries.

WARNINGS: none for now

Note: All characters are aged up, since there will be mature themes in future parts.

Also, I can’t promise I’ll finish this. I suck at finishing stories.

Thank you for everyone on Tumblr and Quotev for guessing! A lot of you have gotten ones right but there no one's gotten all of Heartslaybul (which makes me worry I did badly there)

Now, onto the Hyenas, Lions, and Wolves!

Prologue here

Next chapter here

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Since the wolves were right across from the lions and hyenas, you would be expected to divide your time equally between the two for your first official day at The Halfling Zoo. That was a pain, since all three of those species were more active at night. 

“You’ll be doing today’s morning feedings, right?” a woman in the zoo’s uniform asked you.

“Yes, for the lions, hyenas, and wolves,” you replied cheerfully.

The woman gave a sigh of relief, “Thank goodness- the lions always look like they’re about to kill you if you make the wrong move. Good luck!”

You stared blankly at her retreating figure. You really wish she hadn’t said that, because now you were absolutely terrified to step foot in that enclosure. Mr. Crowley had said to you yesterday, among all the other welcoming ramblings, that you had to go into each exhibit and give the food directly to the halflings, as opposed to leaving the food near the door and waiting for them to come and grab it.

After the zoo keeper’s “encouraging” words, you decided to give food to the hyenas first.

The hyena halflings were easy to spot- the group of seven or so male halflings sat in a group, talking and laughing loudly. There was one boy in the center of the crowd, waving his hands emphatically as he conversed with his peers.

As soon as you approached the hyena halflings, the mood immediately shifted. The halflings took several steps back, the conversation ceasing at once, all of them staring at you through weary, distrustful eyes.

That’s right- male hyenas are submissive toward females since they are usually aggressive and stronger.

“It’s alright!” you tried to speak as soothingly as possible, putting down the bucket of steaks so you could raise your palms in a non-threatening manner. They watched you carefully, still distrustful.

Finally, the boy from the center of the crowd put his hands behind his head and strolled up nonchalantly, grabbing a steak from the bucket. Although he acted like it was no big deal, you didn’t miss the way he eyed you with a fearful gaze and skirted around you as though you might explode at any moment. 

The other hyena halflings caught on and, walking around you with extreme caution, they managed to fish their meals out of the bucket. The hyena from before came back for a second steak and, not long after, for a third. 

“What’s your name?” you asked him as he fished around for the best steak left in the bucket.

He stopped searching and turned his gaze on you once more. He seemed to size you up for a moment before saying something softly. “What was that?” you asked.

“Ruggie,” he said softly, his ears turning inwards and an annoyed pout making its way to his face.

“I like that name!” you said cheerily. Ruggie eyed you dubiously and finally pulled a steak from the bucket, racing back to the other hyenas. On his way, he looked over his shoulder at you, his gaze uncertain.

You felt like you had made progress.

Now it was time to feed the lions, and the thought made your feet feel like lead. You were not looking forward to a lion halfling murdering you over a steak. 

A part of you wondered if some of the halflings really did prefer this life- or at least, the food. You had learned in class that halflings preferred to eat human food, although they could stomach their animal counterpart’s diet. Halflings, no doubt, preferred these still-warm cooked steaks over raw meat.

You picked up the bucket of steaks and began your journey across the faux savannah. It really was hot in the exhibit and the heavy bucket seemed to weigh you down considerably. Sweat beaded on your forehead and you found it even harder to push yourself across the distance to the lions.

When you finally arrived in front of them, you could feel yourself trembling in fear. In a shaky voice, you called out, “Who wants steaks?”

All of the lions’ eyes turned immediately to the lion halfling lounging across the rock above them. Ah, I get it. They won’t eat until he eats.

Slowly you approached him. You weren’t sure if he was awake until one green eye cracked open and lazily regarded you. You gulped and reached into the bucket, closing your hands around a steak and holding it out to him. He remained lying there, but his eye closed once more.

You began to set the steak next to him when blinding pain shot up your arm, causing you to promptly drop it on the rock. You looked down and saw that the back of your hand was bleeding from four long streaks. The king of the lions was now sitting up, glaring at you, blood dripping from the claws of his right hand.

“How dare you approach me so casually?” he snarled.

You weren’t sure what to do, so you sank into a bow, and murmured, “I’m so sorry.”

The lion gazed down at you, a mixture of surprise and amusement in his eyes. He laid back down, closing his eyes, “Whatever. The rest of you can eat.”

Lions rushed forward, clamoring around the bucket to get the best steaks. The lion on the rock did not reach for his own steak, choosing instead to go back to sleep. You were sorry you disturbed him, and not only because you were now nursing a heavily bleeding hand. The wound was surprisingly deep and you hoped that they had a first aid kit in the office.

A very small lion cub halfling with red hair bounced up to you. Your heart instantly melted at the sight of such an adorable little thing grabbing a steak and smiling up at you. So cute!

“Uncle Leona! Uncle Leona! Are you going to eat your steak or can I have it?” the little halfling asked the lion on the rock.

The lion- Leona, you guessed- glared down at the cub and snatched the steak out of the his reach with a warning growl. While the guttural sound was enough to make you shake in your boots, the cub merely giggled and took a bite of his own steak.

The bucket was empty by the time every lion had taken one. They were big steaks, but you weren’t sure it would be enough to keep them full. You headed back to the keeper’s door with sweat rolling down your cheeks. The heat and dryness may be perfect for the lions and hyenas, but you could barely stand it.

As soon as you were back in the keeper area, you made a beeline for the water cooler. You poured yourself a cup and downed it in a couple seconds. Panting, you filled your cup a second time. You sipped the water a little slower this time, feeling its cooling effects soothe you.

You headed for the nearest first aid kit, conveniently hanging on the wall near the exhibit’s exit. You had a feeling you weren’t the first to need it. You took some bandages from the case and wrapped them around your hand, hissing a little at the pain the pressure caused.

You were ready to face the wolves now. And, as you made your way into their enclosure, you noted with relief that the warm was crisp and cool- the exact opposite of the previous enclosure.

Goosebumps rose on your skin, but you knew that, by the time you had made the trip with the heavy steaks, you’d probably be sweating again. Sure enough, the labor took its toll on your body, your arm aching as you switched the bucket to your other hand.

Deep in the forest now, you could sense eyes on you. Relieved that you had finally found the wolves, you collapsed to the ground. Unprofessional, maybe, but greatly needed. You sat on the soft grass as the wolf halflings began to approach you.

A few had their lips drawn up in a snarl, and one of them called out, “Who are you? You’re not our regular keeper.”

Another wolf was quick to say, “But she’s brought food. Isn’t that all that matters?”

You raised your hands in a peaceful gesture, “I’m a researcher and I’m the one dropping off your food for this morning.”

That seemed to satisfy the wolves. Some of them still glared at you, but they all took their steaks. You looked around at the pack and was surprised to see, among all the gray hair, a head of pure white.

The wolf wasn’t glaring at you, but his expression didn’t give away how he felt at all. He seemed to be eyeing you warily, much like the hyenas. You fished out a steak and held it out to him. His eyes widened a little and he approached you.

“Thank you,” he said in a gruff voice, taking the steak from you. Before you could ask him his name, he disappeared into the crowd of wolves. You weren’t sure why your mind had picked him out from the others, except that his hair was a different color. A little embarrassed by your reaction to him, you held out a steak to another passing wolf, who growled at you in response.

As soon as the enclosure door shut behind you, you sank to the ground, exhausted. That was only the morning feeding- you had a full day (and part of the night) of studying and documenting behavior ahead of you.

[ikilledtvguy]

MICHAEL MELL 2019 HOODIE REFERENCE !!!

hello i’m sorry i’ll be back to my usual object show art shit soon i promise 🙏🙏 BUT i used a 3d model [ this one ] and countless references to make a complete reference of michael mell’s bway hoodie !!! probably messed some of the patches up , wrong placement or whatever but eeehhh . . mb if i did

ALSO !!! THIS tumblr blog was a big help w/ finding some of the pngs ^_^ !! i used promotional pictures and videos from the official youtube to try and find out every single one of the patches !! except i could never make out one . . [ if anyone knows what it is PLEASE TELL ME 🙏🙏 ] you can see said patch plus my struggling under the cut :3 !!

ok thank you that is all

[deceitful-darlings]

How, just wanted to come and ask if you’re okay? I hope this doesn’t cause any sort of pressure or guilt towards you but I just want to know if you’re still alive

Hi all!

First thing first, definitely still alive! Somehow. Physically at least. I promise to be quick, because I don’t wanna sound like I’m just here to complain, but I know the question a lot of you have: Where have you been?

Speaking bluntly, 2024 has been literally the worst year mental health wise for me. I’m not kidding when I say that if I weren’t living with people that I felt the need to play a part of ‘mentally stable’ for, I would’ve easily just rotted away in bed, not even eating. I’ve essentially been emotionally numb for most of it and not even had the mental capacity to open tumblr. So that’s been fun!

Onto more pressing matters though, as I’ve noticed an uptick in notes and questions: What’s happening with the blog?

It is not being deleted, and it’s not being abandoned. Over the past year I’ve come to a few realisations about myself, including coming to terms with the fact I may be less neurotypical than I believed I was. I could joke easily about my quirks, and while I don’t have an official diagnosis so I’m not going to say I for certain have any conditions, I’ve had numerous people who’re officially diagnosed tell me it’s very likely I do have them when I’ve spoken to them about my thought processes and action.

The issue is the way I was trying to keep this blog running on a hyperfixation I’d burned out on. I fell out of love with TW and the way the story was going with it, and my brain was trying to jump onto the next thing, but I felt like I had to keep answering for TW. So I crashed, and I burned. Hard. I didn’t have the energy to write.

This is very hard for me to do, because I feel awful for those who have sent asks, but I think I’m going to have to just completely empty my inbox, I feel like I need a fresh slate, and to step away from TW being my main focus. I wanted to be a variety blog, and while I do think my hyperfixations will normally be the focus, I do want to have more flexibility in my writing to avoid this kind of burnout happening again quickly with requests.

It’s super early here, so my brain isn’t at 100%, but Baldur’s Gate 3, Honkai Star Rail and Genshin are the main 3 pieces of media that immediately come to mind.

I’m not emptying the inbox quite yet, I’ll get some sleep, then scroll through it and see if there’s anything that grabs my attention now that I’m back to hammer out, but it will be being cleared out soon.

[smolwritingchick]

Hi!! I know I’ve been a bit MIA.

Just a smol update: had a death in the family so I really didn’t make any progress with my stories. I lowkey just went on shut down mode and haven’t turned on my computer in a long while. I’ve just been accepting the death and trying to continue to do things that make me happy while moving forward with life. Video games helped, especially replaying some of my old favorite JRPGs and I got back into the Love and Deepspace game app and that really has helped as I fangirled over the male characters. And I also got some writing inspiration for JenKook from that game so it helped sparked motivation for writing, too as I felt better.

I’m feeling much better now, honestly. Soon I’ll be back writing officially. I won’t force myself if I don’t feel like it but as of right now, my fingers are itching to type. I can’t really give an estimate on when I will update my stories but I still want to take my time with everything and give you the best chapters I can make.

So no the stories are not going on hiatus. Feel free to keep sending asks. I will soon get back into answering them when I feel ready and also work more on the smol requests to hold you while waiting for new chapters. Thanks for being so patient with your smol girl. I promise I’m not ignoring any of you! I’m aware of the asks 💜

Also hi new followers!! I’m Val! Thanks for giving my writing a chance 😁💜 I see the notifications and I’m like “Oh Gawd they’re still reading? They like it?” 😭😭 I always get a little nervous when I see new readers but I like the smol community I’m growing as I remain a lowkey writer on here.

Like always, I tend to stay drama free and mind my business. I literally just post/answer asks and go on this blog tbh. I like for this to be a safe space so I just block out any negativity I get and make sure things remain positive on here. I hope to continue that as I remain on Tumblr. 🙏🏾

Have an awesome day, everyone! I’m OK! 😎

NEXT UPDATE:

4 Bangtan Gal chapters as I mentioned before and Around 3 Forced to Believe chapters

[whereismyhat5678]

Hey! So I’m officially on my vacation-

I’m doing good, pretty tired- and it’s also the reason why I didn’t post anything yesterday (I was PLANNING to but I had to pack, sorry for anyone who sent something in the ask and hasn’t been answered! I sincerely apologize and I promise I I’ll get to them soon, but for now I don’t think I’ll be posting this week)

So yeah, I think I won’t be on actual Tumblr much since I’m gonna be exploring �� But I’ll be back, I ALWAYS COME BACK-

A little something I made quickly 👆 I’ll see you guys soon!!

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Yoooooo dude, I’m starting to understand why you like Changmin so much. I mean, not only is he cute, funny, and dedicated, but he has a certain charm that I can’t quite put my finger on and none of the others seem to have it, at least not to the same degree. We all know you love Q but after watching more The Boyz content, it’s like oh…. OHHHH…. I finally get it. He might just become my bias too, tbh 🫣. I don’t think I’ll really know until the after the concert but him, Jacob, and Hyunjae have caught my eye. Jacob is just cute but Hyunjae has a special level of “dorky loser” (I mean this in the best way possible) that I can’t help but be kinda drawn to.

Btw, when I told my friend that I’m going to the concert with that there will be 2x as many members as the last concert we went to (Oneus), she literally texted back “Oh man, are there really that many band members?” So yeah. That will be an interesting experience for her. Anyway thanks again for the recs!!!!

I'm sorry I couldn't get back to you sooner! I just saw them in concert- and I spent 4 days in total over in NYC *which was a crazy experience* and didn't have access to tumblr- anyways!! I'm sosososo glad you're enjoying them!!

I'm so glad you're starting to see his charm!!! Look it's crazy- he has this charm that is unbelievable and absolutely reels you in- he's dorky but cute- yet silly as a goose- but then has this way of calming himself- he's two opposites combined in one and it's just hard to look away from- and his dedication!? Is sincerely unmatched! If you ever figure out that charm- pls lmk- because I haven't been able to put my finger on it either but it's just ebhbehbhebha ("we all know you love q" - i def walk around with that plastered on my forehead 😂😂) but I'm sososososo glad you're finallllyyyy getting it- it doesn't hit you right away- and then all of sudden he's got you wrapped around his fingers- BUT OMG YES ANOTHER CHANGMIN BIAS- we can be kyubodans together~ 😌🤭💖 (I wonder if there is any updates on that? If you've already decided for real- 👀)

But I def get that- and I told myself I wouldn't admit to a new bias until after the concert- and I may have to admit that I have another soon- But anyways- I can't wait to see who ends up on the official bias lineup!! And I can def see why you bias Jacob! He is seriously so cute! Hwvr I am telling you this to warn you that he's about to blow your mind with his vocals- good luck to your heart- and oh my god- you're so right he's a "dorky loser"- it's so captivating! Just like how Juyeon *imo* is an "awkward baby loser" we love losers here~ (Ik I do too!) but Hyunjae def has that charm and the giggle- good luck with the dork too- I won't spoil anything- but I will let you know he's gonna wear some vv wonho esque clothes :) And q's dimple will send you to new plains- they're each so good ehbhebbhbha- (I really could go on but them live is just unbelievable dude- you won't get over it- pllllsssss spam me with your concert thoughts! *ofc if you wish to!!*)

Oh my god- that's gonna be so fun for you two to experience together! Omg it is 2x as many- I didn't even think of that- was seeing oneus fun btw? And it's no problem! I hope you're enjoying them all! I love these little silly weirdos sm- But pls enjoy the concert!!! It's gonna be unforgettable I promise!!

[marie-swriting]

I Still Miss You - Benedict Bridgerton

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Summary : You are best friend with Benedict Bridgerton till the day you have to leave to go to France. When you meet again, seven years later, Benedict realises you still have an important place in his heart.

Warnings : angst, sad ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see any and if I missed any warnings !

Word Count : 2,9k

French version on Wattpad

French version on Tumblr

Song Inspiration : A Little Bit Yours by JP Saxe

It's 1804 and you stare at your house, you’re lost in your childhood memories. After living for sixteen years in London, you have to move to France as your father has to work in Paris. 

Your father makes sure he hasn’t forgotten anything, allowing you to memorise every single stone of your old house, the one you called home. A voice calling your name brings you back to reality. You turn around and see your best friend, Benedict Bridgerton running to you. You meet him halfway, trying to hide your sadness. 

“Benedict, what are you doing here ? We bid each other goodbye yesterday.”

“I know, but your whole family was there. I wanted to see you one last time, alone.” The eighteen years old confesses.

“I’ll come back to London.” You assure him.

“But when ?”

“Soon. I hope so. Promise me to always write to me. I do not wish to lose our friendship.”

“I promise you, Y/N.”

You both look into each other’s eyes. They express more words than their voice ever could. You’re about to be separated for the first time. You have always known Benedict and you can’t imagine a life without him, unfortunately you don’t have a choice. Benedict doesn’t want to go back to a life where you’re not by his side. You've been his best friend since the day you were born. You know everything about the other. Suddenly, you fall into Benedict’s arms, needing to keep Benedict in your memory by more than just sight and ear.

“I’m going to miss you.” You murmur.

“I already miss you.” 

“Y/N, we have to go.” Your father calls, forcing you to break your embrace. 

“I am coming.” You answer before looking at Benedict one last time. “See you soon.”

Benedict doesn’t have the courage to answer you, trying to bite back his sobs. He looks at you leaving him and getting in the carriage. When you pass next to him, he waves at you and you do the same. When your family is not in his sight anymore, he lets a tear roll down his cheek. It’s official. You’re not close to him anymore. He made you a promise. He’ll write to you till the day you come back.

Lady Danbury’s ball opens the social season of 1811. Benedict goes to the event against his will, just like his two brothers Anthony and Colin. They don’t want to spend their night dancing or meeting the mamas who absolutely want to marry their daughter to a Bridgerton's. Benedict has to act as if he wants it. He stays in a corner of the ballroom, trying to make himself look smaller than he really is. Looking across the room, his eyes set on a familiar face. He needs a second to be sure he’s not being mistaken. You lost your baby face, but your beauty is still the same. With a huge smile on his face, he walks to you as you’re standing at the opposite of the room.

“Y/N ?” He asks, catching your attention.

“Mister Bridgerton, it is nice to see you again !” You answer, taking Benedict aback as he’s not used to you being so formal but he tries to hide his shock before talking again.

“I did not know you were back.”

“I arrived in London only two days ago. I haven’t had the time to greet everyone yet.”

“Dear, here is your drink.” A man states with a noticeable french accent, giving you a glass of champagne. Benedict frowns his brows, not knowing who that man is.

“Oh yes, I think some presentations would be greatly appreciated.” You begin, noticing the rising tension. “Viscount BirdWhistle, this is Lord Benedict Bridgerton, my childhood best friend. Lord Bridgerton this is Viscount James Birdwhistle, my… husband.” You say the last word awkwardly.

“Nice to meet you.” Benedict smiles politely.

“Nice to meet you, too. I am delighted to finally discover Y/N’s birth town.”

“Lord Bridgerton, I hope I will have the pleasure of seeing your family again, after so many years.”

“I hope so, too, Viscountess Birdwhistle. I apologise, I see my mom is looking for me.”

“There's no need to apologise, I was going to ask my wife to dance.” The Viscount reassures him, taking your hand. “Have a good time.”

“So do you.”

Benedict walks away, his throat seeming to be tied as he tries to comprehend what’s just happened. 

“Of course, she’s married ! She’s three and twenty. They must've been married for three years at least !” Benedict curses himself mentally. 

He takes a glass of champagne and drinks it quickly. He takes another glass and sets his eyes on the dancefloor. You and your husband are waltzing, eyes full of love. James murmurs something in your ear and you try to hold back your laugh. Benedict feels his heart being crushed in his chest while he’s watching the scene. You two look like you are very close, indicating that your marriage must be a love one.

Over the years, Benedict understood that his feelings for you have changed. They were becoming stronger and stronger when you were still in Paris. He was in pain at every letter he was sending. He only wanted one thing : to be close to you again except he never got the chance to. As he wasn’t seeing you coming back, Benedict convinced himself that he’d never see your malicious eyes ever again. He thought he had learnt to live with the pain of his non-exploited love for you. But seeing you again was like a punch in his face. Despite the years, he wasn’t able to forget his feelings for you. The young man can’t bear the sight of you in the arms of another man so he lies to his mother to leave the ball earlier.

The next few days, Benedict retires to his quarter, preferring to draw than risking meeting you again. His family hasn’t noticed his change in behaviour yet they think he’s probably having one of those periods where he isolates himself for his art. His last paintings and sketches are full of melancholia, a sadness never drawn before. What could have been a way to free himself from his pain hurts him more.

But painting his heartbreak constantly is nothing compared to the news his mother has announced two days ago. Coming back home from a promenade, she informed with a big smile that she met you with your husband, a real gentleman, she precised before telling the family that she had invited you and your husband for dinner. The Bridgertons children were all happy to finally see you again. Benedict only focused more on his sketch when he heard the news, making his mother frown. She didn't know how big his feelings for you were, but she knew that you were close friends when you were younger. She was sure he’d be happy. 

The meal is full of joy. You and the Bridgertons talk about childhood memories, allowing your husband to see another face of you, one that is more childish. You’re relieved to see you haven’t lost your connection with the family. You’re still at ease with them. The atmosphere is warm and everyone participates in the conversation. Except Benedict. He only talks when spoken to. His younger sister Eloise notices his silence so she grows worried about him. She thought he’d be the one always talking with you, but it’s actually Daphne as she questions you on your debuts in the society.

“I promise you Daphne, you will be okay.” You reassure her. “I am sure you will find a husband quickly.”

“Was it the case for you ?”

“I met the Viscount in my third year. He spilled lemonade on my dress !” You tell her, making the family laugh.

“She’s still angry at me for that one.”

“I waited weeks for this dress ! Fortunately his dancing skills made up for his clumsiness. Quickly we did some promenades and visited some museums.”

“So you’ve only been married for a year ?” Lady Bridgerton asks.

“That's correct.”

“Talking about museums, do you still draw ?” Eloise questions. “I remember some sketches you did with Benedict.”

“You draw ?” James asks you, surprised.

“I… I stopped a few years ago.” You admit, embarrassed. 

“Why ? I thought you loved it.” Benedict wants to know, being suddenly invested in the conversation. 

“I still do, I just don’t have time anymore.”

Noticing you’re more tensed than when the conversation about art started, the Bridgerton's matriarch catches your attention by asking you a question.

“Do you live in your childhood home ?”

“I couldn’t picture myself anywhere else. I have some ideas for the decoration as it is a little bit old. I want the place to feel more alive.”

“Ah, but I am certain that would be the case once you will have your first child.”

“We hope it will be soon.” You smile.

Benedict can’t bear it anymore. He sets his napkin on the table before looking at his mother. 

“Will you please excuse me, mother, I have a headache.”

“Of course, my dear. Do you need anything ?”

“No, do not worry, mama.” 

Without another word, Benedict stands up and leaves the room. You watch him, concern in your eyes. Even though it’s been years, you're still able to tell when he’s lying. You had already noticed his silence, but his sudden urge to leave the room intrigues you more. If you could, you’d join him right now to know the reason behind his strange behaviour but the presence of your husband stops you from doing so. Despite your worries, you don’t do anything until the end of the meal.

Anthony, Colin and James are in the office of the oldest Bridgerton, they wanted to talk between men, leaving you and the other women in the drawing room. You talk about the next balls as Eloise makes sarcastics comments about them. You don’t show it but a part of you is happy to see Eloise is becoming an educated woman. Quickly, you had the opportunity to listen to the most scandalous thoughts of the youngest Bridgerton but you love the new perspective that Eloise offers you.

“Eloise, you’re always reading. Do you have a book in your room to recommend me ? It has been such a long time since I’ve read a good English book and the French translations are awful.” You inform her, making the other women softly laugh. 

“You’re asking the right person. Come with me.”

You both leave the room before walking upstairs. When you arrive in the corridor leading to the bedrooms, Eloise stops herself and turns to you.

“You want to talk to him, am I right ?”

“How did you… ?” You start asking her but she interrupts you.

“I was maybe young but I still remember how close you were ! Go and talk to him. I will wait in my room for you to return to go back to the drawing room.”

“Thank you, Eloise. It is very nice of you !”

You don’t wait for your friend to be in her room to go to Benedict��s. You hesitate for a second before knocking. Benedict opens the door rapidly, a surprised expression on his face.

“Hello Benedict.”

“Oh, it is not ‘Lord Bridgerton’ anymore ?” He asks sarcastically.

“We are not surrounded by the ton.”

“Precisely. How scandalous. Does your husband know you are here ?” Benedict continues, making your eyes roll.

“I just want to talk, please.”

Benedict opens his door a little more, letting you enter. You walk in the middle of the room as he closes the door. You don’t know where to start but you know you’re the one who has to make the first step as Benedict stays silent, looking at you.

“What is the matter ?”

“I had a headache.”

“I know it is not true.”

“Why did you stop drawing ?” Benedict retorts and you stop yourself from showing your annoyance.

“I already told you, I don’t have time anymore.”

“I know it is not true.” He repeats, proud to use your own words against you.

You turn your back to Benedict, walking to his desk where you find his sketchbook.

“May I ?” You ask him and he nods.

You look at some pages, more amazed every time you find a new sketch.

“It is really beautiful, Benedict. You have improved so much in seven years. Your lines are more delicate and you know how to catch emotions.”

“Your drawings would have been the same if you hadn’t stopped.”

“No. You've always had talent. I didn’t.”

“I do not think so.” He contradicts you. He waits for a second before asking the question he had on his mind for a while. “Y/N, do you really love Viscount Birdwhistle ?”

“Yes.” You admit sincerely, looking at him. “I had the chance to make a marriage of love. He’s nice, respectful, he’s always listening to me and he’s funny. He always puts my happiness before everything else. It was his decision to come back here. I told him once how much I missed London and he decided that we should move back to my old house.”

“How come he didn’t know about your drawings then ?” Benedict wonders, hurt by your confession.

“I had never told him. You can not blame him. He is a good man, Benedict.” You assure him.

You look with more attention at a sketch from a landscape when Benedict brings you back to reality.

“I apologise.”

“What for ?”

“For stopping writing to you.”

“I’ve never written to ask you why you stopped. I am as guilty as you are.”

“I made you a promise to always write to you. It’s just…” Benedict starts, looking for his words. “At some point it became too hard. I really thought I would never see you again and the letters were not making up for your absence. On the contrary, the more I was writing, the more I was conscious you were not here.”

“It is the reason why I stopped drawing.” You confess looking in his eyes. “Art was the last link I had with you. When I was drawing, I was thinking of you and it was becoming harder every time I held my charcoal. So I stopped. It is also the reason why I’ve never told James. Telling him was like sharing our link and I wanted to keep it just for me. Every single moment we spent together, I keep them for me, in my secret garden. It is one of the rare things I had never told him. I care a lot about you, Benedict.” You add, getting closer to him. “I missed you.”

“I still miss you.”

You look into each other's eyes, staying at a good distance from each other. You wish you could hold each other like the day you left, but Benedict knows he can’t. If he did, he knows he wouldn’t be able to stop him from making a mistake. He doesn’t want to ruin this moment and even less your relationship with your husband. You seemed honest when you answered earlier. A part of him broke when he heard you talking about your feelings for James but another was relieved to know you found love. If you had to be with someone else, it’s better for you to be with someone you love. Benedict suffers a little more, thinking of you loving him, James Birdwhistle. You are with him. And you’ll always be till death do you apart. There's nothing he can’t do about it. Benedict can’t bear being this close to you without doing anything so he clears his throat before talking again.

“You should go back downstairs. Your husband is probably waiting for you.”

You don’t answer him and walk to the door. Your hand on the knob, Benedict holds you back one last time.

“Y/N, I am happy you found someone you love. You deserve happiness.”

“I hope you will find someone you'll love. You deserve happiness, too, Benedict.”

“See you soon.”

You smile at him one last time. Leaving Benedict behind, he's now a part of your past. Like seven years ago, Benedict lets a tear roll down his cheeks. Even though this time you’re not a thousand miles away, you’re still so far. Despite what he wants, he’d never be able to have the link you used to have. You are with the Viscount Birdwhistle now. It’s official, he needs to learn to live without you. He can’t let himself fall back into your eyes like he just did. He can’t let himself want you close to him like a few seconds ago. He can’t let himself hope like he was still doing. He would have loved if your relationship never ended, but life decided for you two. You don’t see him the same way he does. Even if the Viscount wasn’t here, years had deleted the affection you had for him. He was sure of it. Benedict knows, deep down, that even if he moves on from his feelings for you, you will always be a part of his heart. His love for you will never disappear. He’ll always be a little bit yours.

Masterlist

{This is my side blog so I'll be answering comments under the username @marie-sworld}

[rielzero]

Life Update 16/4/2023

Feeling a bit more ‘’okay’’ at the moment. I did have a really bad meltdown a week ago(?) I seriously can’t tell how much time passed since then, but it is what it is. I can’t change how that went.

I’ll unpin that health thingy pinned post a bit later, I’m going to try a new routine (again) and see how it goes. I can’t make any promises on activity because I do not trust myself to function given how much my disabled body has been a bich this year and this year alone.

As for mental health- my self esteem seems a bit ok right now, all though my anxiety is still standing on a column and I can’t tell if its going to tip over any time soon, but I’m trying to stay positive and just go with the flow of the river.

I was very concerned I was really depressed again- but it might have just been a big dent, not full on depression. It’s hard to tell when you have CPTSD wether or not you’re having a fall back into depression- general gloominess is part of my day to day life and has more to do with my body’s reluctance to maintain or produce enough energy throughout the day. The recovery from my actual life-long depression into early adulthood was a mess, but I did beat it. I have been much healthier than I was in 2018-2019. Which is why I DON’T want that to come back. I beat its ass!! STAY AWAY DEPRESSO. Yeet!!

Exercise is still going great! my diet is fine, so otherwise I’m just hoping now that spring’s coming, we’re out of the big sad pile of whatever earlier this month was.

One of the first order of business is still to replace some images on my tumblr with glaze crunchy ones, just in case- before turning my tumblr on publicly viewable again.

There’s always the possibility I’m just going to feel bad again tomorrow. I don’t know. I do my best, I want to be happy.

I know my limits better than ever, and just gonna keep on holding my head high enough so I can headbutt whatever bullshit comes my way.

This disabled person ain’t done with life yet!! 2023 suck my d*** !!! I’M COMING THROUH-

uegh

COUGH

Anyway

Vroidstudio official v2 Rielzero reveal sometime soon [tm] weeh.

He’s gloomy if you couldn’t tell :D *jumps around*

[etes-secrecy-post]

Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

Journey to Manila w/ my Paper Dolls [Recorded Jan 8th, 2023]

Hello, my secret friends! Here's what I'm promised. A journey to Manila, featuring my family & my paper dolls. 🙂🌃🇵🇭

If you haven't seen my 1st episode of "Take a Taste" 2023, then please [CLICK ME!].😉

So, without further ado, let's get started:

1st to 5th Image(s): ↑

• This is before we go to "1919 Grand Cafe" for some delicious sweet treats, and also after we ate at the "Delicious Restaurant".

• Before we proceed to another eating established, let's take a look at the "New Binondo Chinatown Arch". ⛩️🇨🇳🏙️ Isn't it pretty, you two? Love the changing colors! 😊💡

Fun fact #1: Did you know, that "Binondo's Chinatown" in Manila was considered the most oldest Chinatown in the world? That's right! It was established in 1594; 182 years before the United States of America declares their independence (July 4th, 1776) 🇺🇸📖🪶, and 304 years before the Philippines (my country) declares our independence (June 12th, 1898) 🇵🇭📖🪶. That's old! 😁 Know about more "Binondo's Chinatown"? Then please [CLICK ME!].

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• And this is after we're leaving the "1919 Grand Cafe".

• Here are my last three photos, as we stroll along at the new improved "Jones Bridge" 🌉. Yes, I said it "new improved" because of Mayor of Manila (Isko Moreno) order the officials to renovate the bridge into a nostalgic looking reminiscent of the past, and it amazed us. Don't ya think, you two? 😊 Love the scenery w/ the Philippine iconic structure; the "Manila Central Post Office". ✉️🏛️🇵🇭

Fun Fact #2: The original name of this bridge was "William A. Jones Memorial Bridge", It is named after the United States legislator William Atkinson Jones [CLICK ME! #1], although, Mr. Jones didn't architect the bridge, but rather a Filipino designer named Juan M. Arellano [CLICK ME! #2]. The original style of the "Jones Bridge" was the "Neoclassical arch bridge", from 1919 to 1945, where the latter was bombed by Japanese Army forces during WWII. A year later, they revived the Jones Bridge w/ several alterations until 2019. Which, I've already mentioned before.

Final Overall:

• My entire family are satisfied our stroll & eating delicious food from two establishments, at the same time. We're haven't done this since the pandemic, and we're missing out some great places in Manila (and other parts in my country). Here's hoping, that we planning another bonding, someday. 😊 And don't worry, we're always wearing face mask & arming some sanitation sprays. 😷😉

Well, that’s all for now. More journey moments, coming soon. 😊

And If you haven’t seen my previous episodes of "Take a Taste", then I’ll provide some links down below.↓😉

Take a Taste 2022:

• Popeyes U.S. Spicy Chicken Sandwich [Dec 6, 2021]

• Jollibee Chick'nwich & Crisscut Fries [Dec 21, 2021]: Part 1 [CLICK ME! #1], Part 2 [CLICK ME! #2]

• Mini Stop Chicken Fillet XL Sandwich [Feb 7, 2022]

• Minute Burger Cheese Burger(s) [Mar 1, 2022]

• Pepper Lunch Teriyaki Beef Pepper Rice w/ Egg (& Honey Brown Sauce) [Mar 5, 2022]

• Bacsilog’s Sulit Combo Bacon-Tocino & Samgyup Day’s Pork Herbs [Mar 12, 2022]

• Burger King Whopper w/ Sides & Drink [May 6, 2022]

• Marshmello’s Limited Edition Coca-Cola Zero [Aug 26, 2022]

• Cheesy Burger McDo with Lettuce & Tomatoes Meal [Recorded: Sept 16, 2022]

• Mcdonald’s PH McSpicy & Apple Pie (featuring their World Famous Fries) [Nov 14, 2022]

• Mcdonald’s McCrispy Hamonado Sandwich [Dec 31st, 2022]

Take a Taste 2023:

• Foods from Delicious Restaurant & 1919 Grand Cafe [Jan 8th, 2023]

Tagged: @bryan360, @carmenramcat, @leapant

[karmic-vibes]

If I Can Dream

10 - Strong Winds of Promise

art credit: @lazylittledragon on tumblr and lazyjunebug on twitter

cw: gender dysphoria, self-loathing, domestic [verbal] dispute

Year: 1988

“God, I swear, this fit me just last week!” Eddie whined, trying to button his pants. “Stupid kid, making me huge.”

“Don’t call my niece stupid,” Robin warned.

“I’ll call her whatever I want. Messing up my stupid male body.”

“It’s okay, you’re okay. Just find new pants to wear.”

“Have you met me, Robin? Do I look like I own more than one pair of nice pants?”

“Ask Wayne.”

“Does he look like he owns any nice pants?”

“What size is Steve?”

“Too small.”

“Okay, we’ll make them fit, don’t worry. Does your shirt still fit?”

“Yeah, but barely. The buttons bow a bit, but I can hide that with my jacket.”

“We’ll get your pants on, everything will be great, and you’re gonna have a lovely wedding. Sound good?”

“Mhmm, come on.”

When both boys were ready, they met up at the courthouse. Even though it was informal, they each still felt the need to dress up and not get a first look until they were in the same room with the officiant. Robin and Wayne were the legal witnesses while the rest of the kids were there just for show. Steve’s parents, yet again, couldn’t be bothered to show up and support their son. He couldn’t say he was surprised anymore—if anything, he would be more shocked if they actually showed up.

As soon as the two saw each other, they collapsed into a hug, crying tears of joy. Steve held onto Eddie’s face, praising him for how gorgeous he looked (and of course teasing him about how nice he cleaned up).

They exchanged their vows, finished the necessary paperwork, including Eddie’s name change, and it was official. Mister and Missus Mister Harrington (yes, they did cross it out and write in the proper prefix on the official document).

They exchanged their vows, finished the necessary paperwork, including Eddie’s name change, and it was official. Mister and Missus Mister Harrington (yes, they did cross it out and write in the proper prefix on the official document).

They threw a reception back at their apartment. It may have been a bit cramped, but to them, it was perfect. It was low-key, cheap, and had their closest and most favorite people there—what’s not to love? When the time came to cut the cake, the newly weds had a trick up their sleeve to surprise everyone, but mostly the teens.

At Eddie’s most recent doctor appointment, they were given the choice to know the sex of the baby. At first, they wanted it to be a surprise, but figured it would be more fun to find out with everyone. So, they had the doctor put the sex in an envelope, and when they boys placed the order for their wedding cake, they requested either pink or blue for the cake itself—whichever the gender ended up being.

The two looked to each other, slyly smirking, as they cut into the cake. When they pulled the slice out, they started giggled and tearing up, confusing the rest of the group. Robin and Wayne eventually put it together and started cheering and chanting “I knew it!”—the teens, on the other hand, were lost.

“Uh, what’s going on? Why is everyone crying?” Dustin asked.

“It’s a girl,” Robin chirped.

“What’s a girl?”

“Surprise…” Eddie smirked, unbuttoning the front of his suit jacket, proudly displaying his baby bump.

“Oh my god!” Everyone cheered before smothering them in hugs.

“How long have you known?” Dustin asked.

“Since April,” Steve smiled.

“And you’re just telling us now‽”

“Hey, it’s only July. We could’ve waiting to tell you until after she was here, which we were initially going to do. But someone talked me out of it.”

“You’re welcome.” Eddie winked.

“Do you guys have a name yet?”

“I think so,” Steve said. “I picked the first name and Eddie picked the middle.”

“Why? Shouldn’t Eddie get first dibs on names?” Robin asked.

“Because, Rob, whenever Ed suggests a name it’s something completely inappropriate for a child.”

“Judas is a nice name!” Eddie defended.

“Not for an infant!”

“Whatever, I like it.”

“Lord help your daughter.”

“Ugh, daughter,” Steve gushed. “A little baby girl. We’re gonna put her in the cutest little outfits and learn how to take care of her hair and how to do the styles she wants, and–“

“Steve, she barely has lungs. Calm down. One thing at a time.”

“Who’s hair do you think she’ll have?”

“Both, Steven, my lord. It’s almost like we both made her.”

“Do you think she’ll look like one of us, but maybe the next one will look like the other?”

“Whoa…” Eddie panicked. “Next one‽ This one’s not even out of me yet.”

“Just thinking ahead.” He shrugged.

“Steve, can I have a word?”

Despite it being a question, Eddie wasn’t really asking. He latched onto Steve’s collar and dragged him to their bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

“What was that about?” Eddie hissed.

“What was what about?”

“Announcing all these kids we’re gonna have.”

“Well… I want like five or six kids, so–“

“Oh, will you be carrying them?”

“Ed–“

“Because, Steven, I will not be doing this again. Are we clear? I cannot go through this again.”

“Eddie–“

“I have been miserable, Steve. I fucking hate myself. I can’t look myself in the mirror. Do you know what that’s like? To hate yourself so fucking much when you don’t want to? I know our baby girl is growing in me. I know all I’m doing for her, but Jesus Christ, I hate myself. I wasn’t meant to do this, Steve, I really wasn’t. I’m a guy… guys aren’t meant to be pregnant and have kids. I’m doing this for you and for our baby girl, but if you think I’m ever doing this again, then you must be dumber than I fucking thought.”

“Did you, of all fucking people, just call me dumb?”

“Why me of all people, Steve?”

“You were held back twice and graduated high school at twenty! Nobody fucking does that, Ed! It was always you who said I could finish in you or that I didn’t need protection—it’s like you were fucking asking for this! So I don’t want to hear it. This is your fault just as much as it is mine!”

“I’m not the one that wanted the stupid kid! If I had my way we wouldn’t be here right now!”

Steve’s face fell as tears were brought to his eyes. He took a few steps away from his husband, in complete disbelief that he would even suggest that he didn’t want their child.

“You don’t mean that…” Steve whispered.

“No, I don’t.” Eddie sighed, aggressively rubbing is face, forcing his tears to stay in. “I’m sorry, Stevie… I really am. It’s just… this is getting to me so much. I barely know who I am anymore. I feel like I’m back in high school… living someone else’s life for the sake of others. I hate it.” Steve sniffed and wiped his eyes, refusing to even look at Eddie. “I’m sorry I called you dumb… I didn’t mean it. I’m just upset. Kids are a huge thing… you can’t just go and assume we’re gonna have this gaggle without consulting me.”

“I guess I am a little ditzy,” Steve scoffed.

“Yeah, but it’s part of your charm.” Eddie moved closer, smiling fondly at his husband, brushing bits of hair out of his face.

“I’m sorry,” Steve mumbled. “We never talked about kids before you got pregnant with Bonnie–“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Time out. Bonnie? Is that the name you picked?” Eddie softly smiled.

“Yeah… you like it?”

“I love it… little baby bon-bon…” Eddie’s eyes were softer now, filled with peace after the storm. He wiped a few of Steve’s tears from his cheeks, resting his hand on his jaw. “I’m sorry, I cut you off. I got distracted by Bonnie… what were you saying?”

“Just, it was wrong for me to assume you’d do this over and over again. I should’ve known better, Eds… I know how much you’re struggling. It was selfish of me and I’m sorry.”

“You’re a man with too much love in your heart, Steve Harrington. You just want to give it to as many people as possible. It’s one of the things I love about you.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely.”

“I love you too.” He gave Eddie a quick kiss.

“On the bright side, we got our first fight as a married couple out of the way.”

“Yeah, I guess we did…” The two shrugged and high fived. Steve held onto Eddie’s hand and pulled him in for a proper kiss, dipping him slightly for dramatic effect.

“God, you’re something else, Harrington,” Eddie giggled.

“Yeah, you’re not one to talk, Harrington.”

“You can use that as a playful insult towards me all you want. I’ll never get sick of hearing it.”

“Oh yeah, Harrington?”

“Yeah.” Eddie winked and chewed at his bottom lip. He played with Steve’s jacket a bit, pulling him in so their lips were mere centimeters away. “You wanna have a quick round of make-up sex before we go back out there?”

“Do you really need to ask? Pants off, Harrington, let’s go.”

[alycosworld]

Tainted

Scaramouche X Reader

WARNING: mentions of (nearly) sexual assault

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A/N: I seem to have more angst/comfort ideas for genshin but I'm not sure why...also, I'm on holiday in a foreign country! I have no work and I'll probably spend all my nights on Tumblr after exploring the city in the day, so please please please send in some requests! I'm bored and although they might take some time, they might help me get back into writing more regularly. I'm pretty sure this is gender neutral but if I made a mistake, feel free to tell me. This has NOT been checked for any errors (I'll get around to it at some point).

I'm not sure if Scaramouche is ooc, since he doesn't say anything that nice in the game or in any official works, but I definitely think he has the capacity for it. And I like soft Scar <3.

If at any point you feel uncomfortable, PLEASE DO NOT READ ON. I felt a little icky after writing the assault bit so do not force yourself to read any further or read at all. I do not want to make anyone reading this unhappy. Any victims of sexual assault or harassment, I hope you heal

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Keep walking. Just keep walking. Get home as fast as possible.

Avoid dark spots, avoid all people, avoid secluded areas. Just get home now.

That's what you told yourself after it happened. Archons, you didn't even know how you should feel. Ashamed? Angry? Disgusted? Upset? Confused? Afraid? The amalgamation of these emotions just made everything worse. You felt sick to your stomach. You wanted to cry and scream and vomit and disappear all at the same time.

You felt like you were covered in grime and you don't even know how you managed to get away. You should've done something, anything! But in the moment, you couldn't.

Your day had started normally. You went to the Adventurer's Guild in Inazuma, doing your commissions and taking up a few extra quests to help people out. Even though you were walking home later than normal, you didn't think much of it. Until somehow, you lost your way. In the dark, things became a little more vague and confusing, so you ended up taking a left and ending up in a dark alleyway between two dimly lit buildings.

You walked through, lost in your own thoughts, until you heard some chuckling and some incoherent remarks made by someone exiting one of the buildings out a back door and into the alleyway.

Glancing up, you saw that the person was a man - quite tall and well built with flushed cheeks: he was clearly not sober. You paid him no mind, staring at the ground as you continue to walk, determined to get home to see your boyfriend, Scaramouche. Though he wasn't one to worry, knowing that you could handle yourself, you did want to see him as soon as possible.

"Well, what do we have here?" The man asked, and you looked up at him again, tilting your head in confusion but staying silent.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?" He asked, a suspicious smirk on his face.

"I'm going home." You said firmly, not wanting to give him any ideas.

"Oh? A handsome young thing like you, going home all by themselves? Let me walk you, I promise I don't bite." He continued, clearly not getting the hint.

"I'm alright, but thank you for the off--"

"Stop being such a fucking tease! Wearing an outfit like that, you're begging for it." He pinned you against the wall despite your attempt to politely refuse any moves he tried to make. He caught your arms above your head and harshly shoved one of his legs between yours.

"Don't like to me, hon, you know you want this." He whispered huskily. You had fought countless hilichurls, abyss mages and monsters far more intimidating and dangerous than that man that day, but you couldn't seem to move. All you could manage was a fearful 'please, don't do this'. Struggling was futile, for some reason you couldn't escape his grasp. You had fought beasts ten times this man's size but violating you like this? It made you break.

He gripped you harshly and even managed to kiss your neck a couple times, making the tears stream down your face uncontrollably, until he heard some voices. You recognised them immediately: members of the Adventurer's Guild. He must be known it too because he stopped as soon as he heard, offering you a sickening grin and scuttling away before you could react.

"We'll finish this some other time, sweetheart. I promise."

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You didn't get any help from the Adventurer's Guild members who you heard, instead opting to rush home as soon as possible, trying to figure out what to do next.

The only solution in your mind was to crawl into your lover's arms and tell him what had happened. You didn't want anyone else to know - you know you could trust Scaramouche and you knew he would help you.

But he didn't.

You got home and wiped your tears before entering the house, hoping to look somewhat presentable despite having experienced such an impactful event. You dropped your belongings carelessly, not flinging at the loud sound they made as they hit the floor. You immediately made your way to the guest room Scaramouche had turned into an office of sorts, for him to work on Fatui business. The bedroom door was open and empty and he was nowhere to be found on the first floor, so that was the only other place he could've been. You were relieved to see him sitting at the desk, deep in thought with some maps and other sheets of paper laid out in front of him.

"Scar, I--"

"Not now, (Y/N), I'm busy." He said hot even bothering to look up at your frazzled and shattered state.

"I know but, please, Scar. While I was--"

"If you know that I'm busy, why enter in the first place? I'm working. Leave me alone." He said harshly. You didn't say anything, instead opting to nod silently and close the door. Since this was the first time you had experienced this pain and discomfort from being touched and defiled in such a way, you decided that maybe you should put it aside. After all, maybe it was something so jarring. Maybe it didn't matter. Maybe Scaramouche's nonchalance was justified. In a twisted way, you blamed yourself for overreacting and decided to just forget about the incident. If it didn't mean enough for Scaramouche to even look at you, it clearly wasn't something worth fretting over. You were just exaggerating, right?

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You tried you absolute hardest not to let the incident bother you, but you unknowingly started changing your habits to prevent what had occurred from happening to you again.

"Wearing an outfit like that, you're begging for it..."

You started wearing less revealing clothing, going as far as wearing gloves at some point and covering your neck with collars and scarves through the hot weather.

"We'll finish this some other time, sweetheart. I promise."

Initially, you just avoided dark or secluded places, even when you were with other people, but eventually, you were too scared to leave home at all. You didn't leave the confines of your small garden and if someone passed by, you would quickly hide yourself away. When Scaramouche had unknown guests and colleagues over, you would hide in your bedroom and make him promise not to mention you or acknowledge your existence in the slightest.

You even started taking longer showers and refused to bathe with Scaramouche, confusing him since you used to enjoy it so much. But you wouldn't let him see you in such a vulnerable state now that you were contaminated. You didn't want him to know that you had been tarnished in such a vulgar way, and you spent long moments scrubbing at the parts the stranger had touched. You were worried that Scaramouche would blame you for being assaulted - because in a sick way you thought it was your fault, despite having been nothing wrong. You had twisted the story in your mind to make it seem like you were responsible for the crime committed against you.

Eventually, Childe had to visit for business purposes, but you had become good friends with the eleventh Fatui Harbinger since he was friends with-- well, he and Scaramouche had a relationship, to say the least.

"So where's (Y/N)? Normally they're all over you and making you as embarrassed at possible." Childs grinned, and Scaramouche just frowned and narrowed his eyes.

"They're in our room. They don't really want to see anyone right now." Scaramouche said. Even though you told him not to mention you anymore, since you were so hellbent on avoiding all human interaction, he thought it would be okay to tell Childe. He was your friend too, after all.

"Is something wrong? What happened?" Childe asked, concern in his eyes.

"I don't know. They've been avoiding everyone, including me. They barely talk to me and insist on sleeping downstairs." Scaramouche confessed.

"Let me talk to them."

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Childe exited your room after hearing what to had to say, and he was disturbed and sympathetic, at the very least. Scaramouche saw his wide-eyed, grim expression when he exited the room and immediately had questions.

"What?" Scaramouche asked.

"I'll come back tomorrow to continue our work." Childs said, referring to the business he originally came for.

"But we have to--"

"Scar?" Scaramouche stopped all his trains of thought and turned to the sound of your voice. It was hoarse but still as beautiful as ever. He knew you had been crying from your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

"I think you have other matters to take care of." Childe winked, before giving Scaramouche an informal two-fingered salute and showing himself out.

As soon as the door closed, Scaramouche turned his attention to you, not coming too close in case you didn't want to be near him.

"Yes, Love?" He asked, more concerned than you had ever seen him.

"Can I talk to you? If you're busy, that's okay, it's not that impor--"

"I'm not busy." He shook his head, and you offered him a sad and grateful smile before sitting on the edge of the bed while he took a seat on a nearby chair.

"So, uhm, a couple of days ago I was walking home and I kind of got lost...so I tried taking this alleyway and--" You stopped yourself, meeting Scaramouche's attentive gaze before continuing.

"There was a guy. And he-- he t-touched me. I-- I didn't know what to do. I could've easily fought back but I just got scared and froze up because that's never happened to me before and he kept saying that I wanted him-- but I didn't! I swear, I didn't. I know it sounds bad since I didn't stop him but I really tried, I just couldn't. And he started k-kissing me...here," You gestured to the spots on your neck that you could still feel being violated.

"And I felt so horrible and he didn't go any further because some people were coming, so I ran home. I-I...I didn't know what to do but I felt like I should tell you because I thought you would help me, but you said you were busy so I just-- It-tried to brush it off but I just couldn't get it out of my head! And before I got away, he told me that he'd come back and finish me off and so I didn't want to go outside anymore in case I ran into him. And I started to cover up since he said I was asking for it because of what I was wearing and then I just got scared and I felt dirty. I tried so hard to forget and clean myself but it kept coming back-- I can still feel him on me! I hated it, I still hated it! You have to believe me, I wasn't trying to get him to notice me, I just..." You broke down after finishing what you had to say. You had already been crying since you told Childe, but now you were choking out sobs and your face was drenched. Scaramouche stood up from his chair and sat next to you on the bed, a safe distance away just in case you still weren't comfortable with being touched.

"I believe you. I know you're not like that." Scarsmocuhe started calmly. In all honesty, he wanted to interrupt you as soon as you said that this man approached you. His blood was boiling and he was ready to murder this man for you but kept himself in check because you didn't need senseless violence or revenge right now, you needed comfort. What hurt him the most was that you were blaming yourself because he didn't bother listening to what you had to say on what was probably the worst day of your life.

"It's not your fault you were touched like that. You are not to blame, at all. I-- I should've listened to you when you came to me - as soon as I turned you say I thought something was wrong but I didn't bother asking about it. That's entirely my fault." He admitted, which surprised you. It took Scaramouche a lot to admit his mistakes, but for you? He didn't care. You constantly put up with his sour attitude, he can definitely listen to you and admit he was wrong.

"You sure? Because I still--"

"I'm sure." He said simply.

"But why did you start avoiding me?" He asked, wanting to understand the situation entirely.

"Well, because..." You started, unsure if he would get angry if you told him. While you were contemplating, he offered you an encouraging expression. It wasn't a smile, but it was more than enough to put you at ease.

"I didn't want you to think I was tainted. Of course, you wouldn't want to be near me after that had happened." You sighed, wiping up the last of your tears.

"You really are an idiot, you know?" He said, but after seeing the clueless and almost hurt look on your face, he immediately wanted to take it back. He didn't mean to be insensitive, he just...well, he often explained positive emotions with his very wide negative vocabulary.

"No, I didn't-- uhm..." He mentally cursed himself for not knowing what to say, but you didn't interrupt him and made a small gesture for him to keep going.

"What I mean to say was, I don't think that you're tainted or anything like that. And I still...want to be...near you-- eugh!" He pretended to be grossed out at his own words in true Scaramouche fashion, but he knew you knew he didn't really mean it and was beyond delighted when he saw you giggle at his facial expression.

He sighed and acted angry as he opened his arms ever so slightly. You noticed the movement and quirked an eyebrow when he hesitated.

"Is it okay if I come closer?" Scaramouche asked, unsure if you wanted to be touched after the incident.

Your heart swelled at his care and then you slowly watched as he stiffly wrapped his arms around you comfortingly. Although you had hugged and cuddled on countless occasions, he still wouldn't stop being so robotic unless you did something. It made you laugh and he pulled away slightly to glare at you, so you decided to just pull him back in and hug back.

And when you relished in the touch of another human being, the touch of the person you love, you began to cry. The last time anyone willingly touched you was in that alleyway, and so to have someone be so gentle with you and have no bad intentions, you were overwhelmed with emotion.

Scaramouche must've felt your tears staining his clothing and skin, and quickly pulled away with poorly hidden concern in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asked, but you just continued to sob and nod.

"I love you!" You choked out. He sighed and gently patted your back.

"I...love you too." He said, before making another expression of mock disgust. He slowly moved to hold both your wrists in his hand and kiss down to your neck, pulling you into his lap with your legs straddling one of his.

You soon realised that he was covering up the placed the stranger had touched you with his own ministrations, effectively replacing the grime you felt you gained after the incident. After you came to that conclusion and Scaramouche was done, he didn't meet your eye, blushing profusely. It was justified since he didn't usually initiate any kind of affection acts, but you just cupped his jaw and kissed his cheek, smiiling at him with purity and a newfound confidence in the both of you.

"Thank you, Scar."

[lwt28brave]

LT2 masterpost

If it was up to me, we would get an autumn or winter EP. Since it’s not up to me at all, here, enjoy this post with everything we know so far of LT2, which is to say, not much at all. Everything here is hypothetical. I’ll be updating every time I see something relevant. A little disclaimer that while this is a masterpost (kinda), it could be read as discourse (duh, it’s also a theory), AND it’s also by me, and you shouldn’t expect me to be serious at this point.

Due to me restraining myself, there’s no reference to any of the times he’s mentioned his guitar skills and him improving but I hope you know I cried every single time.

I’m also linking my old pinned here. It was written before AFHF and around the free merch thing that didn’t lead to much, but I still think I made some good points.

Possible tracks:

Copy of a Copy of a Copy

Change

Faith in the future??

369??

Possible names:

369

Faith in the future

When is the album coming out?

Your guess is as good as mine

Friday 28th of January 2022. Almost two years after Walls. It’s a Friday. It’s a 28th. What else can I say?

Here you can find @want-to-be-loved timelines for every month.

Here you can find @berlinini’s timeline of what Louis has been up to this year (2021).

The rest is under the cut. And here you can find a PDF version where Tumblr can't tell me how many pictures I can add.

2020

He said back on May 2th 2020 he wasn’t writing anything new yet.

(x)(x)(x)

Interestingly enough, he’s said many times after that that the album’s not ready cause he has no new experiences to drawn from. I won’t call him out because he does it himself.

May 4th. He liked a tweet from DMA’s Johnny Took saying they had to go write together again. Louis has been credited as an influence for them and (kind of) participated in their previous record, so I’m assuming he meant for their music and not his, but you never know.

Nothing(literally nothing??? how did we survive) until 11th of July. We all know what happened that day. We all celebrated it. Nonetheless, that’s not what I’m talking about here.

(x) So, by the beginning of July 2020 he was working on concepts and ideas for the new album. That was fifteen months ago. I know perfection takes time but…

Brief summary of important things that happened from then until the next mention of new music:

Louis left Syco!!!! 10 days later he rescheduled the tour for the first time. He followed Matt Vines on Twitter, probably so we could publicly shame him into doing something. Also, the 10thanniversary. He followed more people I wish he hadn’t.

Then more nothing until September. Not even a single tweet. The first merch drop was on the 28th of August but he just RT’ed the tweet. He first mentioned Free my Meal on the 25th of September. Then on October 1st Walls hit #1 on a lot of countries and Louis was incredibly happy and excited about it ^^

And then, that same day, October 1st, 2020, he dropped this bomb:

(x)

He also said it was too soon to be sharing new lyrics with us (x)

And, obviously, this tweet which is actually what made me start this whole post. I would hope you know mate.

(x)

He also told us he was cooking "banger after banger" and that he was incorporating more social themes into his music (x)(x) (I believe any social issue is a political issue but that’s not the point rn).

COPY OF A COPY OF A COPY?!?!

These next paragraphs are brought to you by my mind not remembering things and me not having any links. I’m assuming COACOAC came from those writing sessions that supposedly happened in October. Or in LA but I have no idea if he actually was in LA at any point other than a Daily Mail article putting him there on December which would have been too late, but I do remember that someone said he was in the studio in LA last autumn???? A rumor. Maybe. IDK. Did I mention already all of this is very hypothetical?? Well, this is it. I can’t even remember if this was October or November or what. So, take this with a grain of salt.

I’m also… taking the liberty to assume, if you must, that Copy wasn’t meant to be a Walls reject because it sounds more mature and darker and it has a vastly different tone that Walls songs. I know he’s said that song probably isn’t getting into the album, but I want to have faith (in the future) that I’m getting a studio version. (But also, Louis, if you’re reading this, first of all GET OUT OF MY BLOG second of all, please don’t ever feel pressured again to add a song to the album because we have already heard it before. It’s your art and it should always be under your own terms).

So yeah, I believe that Copy is either one of those four songs (then imagine the other three??!!) or was written around the 1st of October date.

---End of the Intermission---

Then not much important (other than sharing more about Marcus Rashford fight against food poverty and the 2nd merch drop) until he announced the livestream on the 24th of November. (x)

It wasn’t until a few days before the livestream date we even thought again about new music (jk, I know we’re always thinking about new Louis’ music). So, December 9th/10th, 2020. Nine months ago. We got our first taste of new music!

He made sure we knew Copy of a Copy of a Copy isn't a cover! (x) (x)

(x)

Ok, so that’s it for 2020. (I feel like I’m missing something from September 17th because tweet was deleted but maybe he was still talking about cucumbers. We might never know. Unless I understand how Tumblr tags work). Expected, cause Walls was released in 2020. We needed to let it sit for a while.

2021

Another Summary: Louis third tweet of the year was telling the UK government off. So was the fifth. What a good beginning. On the 26th of January, he said he prefers pancakes over waffles. I hope he meant pancakes other than his own. More importantly, he tweeted the infamous “you lot read into things too much”. Don’t get me started, Tomlinson. Don’t. Then the 31st came around and Walls was one. He tweeted this. How wise. And Project Defenceless happened!!

15th of February!! Who cares about Valentine Day when the next day we got this? ♥

(x)

(x)

So…AN EP?? AN EP?? PLEASE RELEASE AN EP.

“I’m sure I will have something out this year but unlikely that will be the album”. Unlikely but not impossible. Also. A single would be good. This is the second time he mentions releasing something in 2021 and he sounds surer about it than the first time around.

He also said that he isn’t sure we will get a studio version of Copy. And that the best bridges from Walls to LT2 are Walls, OTB, KMM and Copy. Can’t wait!

Then we jump to March 6th when he announced he was going to create his own management company. “Sometimes action is needed first to encourage the motivation and belief”. As we can tell he was already manifesting some stuff which will lead us to the numerology stuff/Tesla… kidding. Or not. We might never know.

On the 22nd of March he answered some questions:

He told us music was still his main focus ♥ mwha. (x) I included this tweet to guilt-trip him into giving us music in case he’s reading this even after I told him to leave. ILY.

(x) I’d love to get a visual EP this autumn. Just saying. It sounds like a lovely concept.

(x)

…next (I will get into it, I promise. I’m just mad).

On the 25th he left for Mexico until April 10th. You could assume it was just for the documentary where we got ten seconds of footage or admit the obvious: LT2 its a Mexican baby!!

On the 26th (so, not so far apart from that first 369) we got the first Faith in the Future mention: (x)

Back then we were innocent people who had no idea what was coming upon us. We still have no idea because what the fuck does he mean with these. Please explain. I have one braincell and I don’t use it enough for this. I’m linking some theories.

On the 30th of March he confirmed he was already working on the documentary. So AFHF was already on the works. Will it take this long for us to get the Veeps numbers? We also got this tweet: "Got a decent chorus idea down" (x).

Same person that got the “something out this year” exclusive. If you know something share with the class. Also. Is this Change? I feel like this could be Change but I also assume he wrote Change after hanging out with his friends or being in Doncaster. But who knows.

(x) And the second mention to 369.

(x) 15th of April. The second "Faith in the future".

On the 19th of April he announced that he had something BIG for us later on the year which turned out to be the Away From Home Festival ♥♥ (x) I love him so much.

Then on the 28th he announced the 369 merch drop (which it’s probably the Walls drop? Except that the TOU and KMM ones were “drop 1 and drop 2” and this was drop 369 which, again, makes no sense) but we still don’t know what 369 means.

Into May’ 21 we go.

He rescheduled tour again. And dropped another bomb (x).

He announced he has signed with BMG as an independent artist by RTing this tweet on May 10th. The article also says that he’s already working on writing and recording LT2. The timing… we don’t know. What this deal involves… we don’t know either. Bear with me here because I have a lot to say about this.

I think the deal is only a distribution one, but that BMG are interested in Louis and what he (us) could bring to the table. They were either present at the festival or watching it, but officially they had no involvement at all with it (everything is credited either to Louis own company, 78 Productions, or Charlie Lightening’s company). That’s the case for both giveaways too; the vinyl one and the tickets for the festival.

I think it would be an unbelievably bad move not to test the waters with BMG now or soon-ish. At least a single, to see how it performs. Due to the circumstances, it’s obvious there’re certain limitations on place but I want to see how they push it, whether the radio play exist this time around and if the song is playlisted and promoted and all that… I would also love to know, since it says he signed with BMG UK, but it also states it’s a global deal, how things are going to go on the US and other countries.

Yes, yes. I know those are all questions and no answers. But I know the same as you, sadly. If any of you know more than you’re letting on… again, share with the class.

Where was I? Yes, on the 25th of May Louis had a great day writing (x). Since the first time he had mentioned he was officially writing to this date there’s almost eight months. And I believe he was writing before October’ 20.

He followed Robert Harvey that day and, on the 28th of May (why is it always the 28th???) he was spotted at the studio for the first time.

June was an interesting month for the fandom ♥. Lots of LHL content which I will love and cherish for the rest of times. On June 4th, June 9th, and June 10th he was spotted at the studio, but I believe he was there more days.

(x)

This was posted on June 6th and captioned Studio. Charlie also shared it with “Mega tunes being put down, can’t wait for this @louist91 #louistomlinson #LT2” as the caption. This gives me 2019 (Elton-Joint) vibes. I like it. Feels like we’re getting closer to something.

He added the Milano date on the 9th too which I’m mentioning because I’m going alone. Anyone wanna go with me please? I’m nice and I never eat anything before a concert so you can have my food. On other news. It didn’t come home.

During July he was at the studio at least three days too. Probably more. Feels like more with all the fan pictures we got. Or was that June? Anyway, July 1st and 9th we got some videos from Robert Harvey and wearesuperhi, which is who Louis has been working with the most, that we know of. I don’t know for sure they’re from that day. And on July 5th we got an article and lots of pictures of Louis looking really good outside the studio.

On the 12th of July the first fans started getting the free, 369 bucket hat and print. We still don’t know what the purpose was other than to thanks fans. Maybe that was it. I want answers and I still think it relates to a future project (see theories above), but it could also just be a bridge with the Walls breaking.

He didn’t tweet about anything interesting for a while, mostly because he lost his phone (he either throwed it in the air or smashed it who knows). Then on the 29th of July he announced the festival!

I’m glossing over it because there’s already been a lot of talk about it (rightfully) and while it was a wonderful thing, it doesn’t have much to do with LT2.

Let’s talk Change!

On August 3rd he tweeted this about the setlist.

(x)

And this (x) on the 28th! I can’t stand him.

We didn’t get it, obviously. Because who was going to get that. But we read too much into things. Alright.

On the 16thof August Dave Gibson shared this post tagged #LT2 with the eyes emojis 👀👀👀. I believe this has to do both with Change but also with whatever else came out of that Mexico trip.

(x) Last relevant tweet related to LT2 is this one.

So, on the 30th of August we got Change and we cried, and we know that Change is going in the new album. He said it. With those exact words. He also said he was “getting a feeling for it”. This has to meant he already has a general idea of the vibe of the new album and what’s going in it!!!!!! (Right? RIGHT?).

Anyway, let’s go back a few weeks because some other things happened on August. He was at the studio a few more times. Or it was suggested that he was there. On the 17th and the 18th. (Why was it so time-pressing to be at the studio instead of rehearsing for the festival? There was no studio at all on the documentary. Which makes sense, but again, then why?).

On the day of the festival we got another mention of Faith in The Future that made me feel part of a cult ngl. The words were flashing on the screen for less than a second. Okay.

And then he tweeted those words again after watching the livestream/documentary on the 4th of September (x). This is what makes me suspect it's either the name of the album or of the single.

On the same day, we got some interesting quotes about LT2 on the documentary.

“Soon I’ll have to think about me second album, which in my head I’ll get the tour out of the way and then I’ll address that. So, I hadn’t really given it much thought, to be honest”.

“When every day is the same is hard to feel creative and it’s hard to have any kind of proper inspiration”.

“As season started to come back, I started writing again and it was great and some of these songs turned out alright”.

And I think this is it. I might be overlooking some important details but that’s what we know and what we don’t know.

So. Conclusions. That’s what you missed on Glee. I do believe the album is, if not mostly done, partially there. And yes, this post is pointless and never-ending but it’s all in here if you need to tell Louis “Hey, you said this, mate”.

[ynscrazylife]

Hi i have to request if you will you don't have to do them but i was wondering if you could do a part two too the lene luthor one i wasn't enough that by the time she realize her mistake and that it was just a passing phase for her and kara the Reader has already moved on and wants nothing to do with her or kara or the rest of the superfriends and maybe her new partner can be kate kane?

For the Kara one all a lie kara tries to get back with the reader when she finds out mon el is about to be married with imran is that her name i forget but the reader has already left the deo and wants nothing to do with her and maybe readers new partner can be a villain

I Wasn’t Enough (2) | l.l angst & k.k fluff fic

Summary: After Y/N leaves Lena and Lena starts dating Kara, Kate Kane saves Y/N in more ways than just one. (I Wasn’t Enough can be found here)

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting! I did Part 2 of All A Lie here.

Request to be on a Taglist (or multiple) here! (Taglists are at the end of the fic)

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Image ID: Five panels of Kate Kane (Batwoman) from the DC comics themed in red, black, and white. End ID.

It had officially been a week since Y/N and Lena had broken up and Y/N had left the DEO. An anger had been bubbling up inside her that she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to contain before it burst at Kara and her friends for so easily moving on from the pain Lena had caused her. No one cared that they had been in a committed relationship. No one cared that Lena had gone to Kara not a day ever she and Y/N had broken up. No one cared about her. 

Except for J’onn. 

He was her saving grace, as he promised to lend her name to a few of his friends for work, and Y/N couldn’t be more grateful, especially as she had left her position at the DEO so suddenly and without warning anyone.

The woman had just returned to her home after a long day of failed job hunting, because even though she had J’onn’s help, it was better to be safe than sorry. 

She locked her door, took of her coat, and promptly flopped on the couch, her limbs hungry from rest with their endless aching. She complied, letting her what-now-felt heavy eyelids flutter close.

The ringing of her phone felt 10x louder in her sleepy clouded haze, as she was almost asleep when her eyes flew open, wide, and she nearly tumbled off the couch. 

Grumbling, she pulled her phone out go her pocket and saw that it was an unknown number. Y/N had nothing better to do so - she answered. 

“Hello?” 

“Can I speak to Y/N Y/L/N?” 

“This is she . . . Who are you?” 

“I’m Batwoman. J’onn recommended you for our Crisis team and if you’d like, we want to bring you to our headquarters - paid by us, of course - and test and see if we should recruit you.” 

Y/N could of sworn she was dreaming, and had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t. It took a couple moments for this all to process in her head . . .

“Uhh, you still there?” 

She suddenly realized she hadn’t answered for a bit and scrambled to compose her thoughts. “Yes, sorry! Just digesting everything . . . it’s a great opportunity, thank you so much and . . . yeah, I think I’d like that,” she said, clearing her throat. 

The warmth of Batwoman’s chuckle instantly calmed Y/N’s frenzied-state like a spell. “Awesome, I’ll text you more details soon,” the superhero said. 

After ending the phone call, Y/N laid back on the couch, jaw open and an awed, dazed look in her eyes. “Wow,” she whispered, hardly believing it. 

Little did she know that she would get accepted into the team and would have the greatest time ever - working with the team, gaining new friends, and the best one of all would be falling for and dating Batwoman herself, Kate Kane.

. . . . . . . . .

A couple months later and the couple was happily sitting at Y/N’s apartment, having a date night (which mainly consisted of watching cheesy and classic movies, eating chocolate, and gossiping about their teammates).

Kate had just started ticking Y/N (the former trying and struggling to get away from her strong grip), laugher bouncing off the walls.

“This is too adorable,” Kate commented with a grin, enjoying her girlfriend’s smile and giggles.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “NnnnnOoOhHOO,” she got out through her laughter, attempting to combat Kate’s fingers as she dug them under her armpits, making her squeal.

Knock knock knock!

“Saved by the bell,” Kate remarked with a smirk, leaning back.

Y/N just smiled, glad that the tickling had ceased for the time being but also wondering who was at the door. She climbed off the couch and walked over, first checking through the peephole.

She had to do a double take when she saw who it was. Turning back to Kate, Y/N said, “It’s Lena.”

Kate furrowed her eyebrows in confusion but nodded, encouraging her to open it.

“Hey, Y/N. I’m sorry to do this, I just . . . My feelings for Kara were so stupid. It was just a passing thing, a crush, and . . . God, I miss you so much. Would you consider, uh, taking me back?” Lena rushed out as soon as Y/N opened the door.

Whatever she thought her ex-girlfriend was going to say, it wasn’t this. Y/N stood there for a couple moments, letting the words weave itself throughout her mind.

“Um, I’m sorry Lena, but . . . no,” she said, unsure of how else to voice it.

Lena blinked, shocked. “What?” She asked, obviously not expecting this.

Y/N shifted the weight from one foot to the other, fingers tapping against the door quietly. “I’ve moved on. I have a girlfriend,” she clarified, opening the door to show Kate on the couch, who awkwardly waved.

Lena’s mouth dropped, tears in her eyes. “I... I didn’t expect you to-”

“Move on?” Y/N cut in, taking a breath. Her grip on the door got tighter. Shit, she knew she was past Lena, but the hurt was still there.

Silence filled the air, Lena not knowing what to say and Y/N looking at her intensely. Finally, Lena huffed and looked at her, before spinning around on her heels and walking out. Y/N sighed, closing the door, but Kate snuck up behind her and was there to tickle and hug and cuddle the pain away. 

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[olicrosse]

Alright as promised, here’s a bit about me:

My name is Lazarus, I’m 21 (will be 22 May 18) and a baby in the faith. For 20 years of my life, I was a Protestant. Specifically, I was half Moravian and half Baptist, I claimed both denominations due to my mom being Baptist and dad Moravian, in 2018, the year I was officially “baptized” in a Baptist Church, I started to read a little into Catholicism.

I was immediately drawn to the beauty of it, it was the bait of the hook, however the actual hook was simple: the history of it. I live in North Carolina, technically part of the Bible Belt, so a lot of what people learn about Catholicism is from ignorant propaganda or blatant lies. I wanted to find out the truth about these so called evil Catholics. And so I did, I started to study the Church, and then went into the early Church. And long story short, I was convinced that if the Catholic Church and it’s doctrines was the early Church, then I will swallow my pride, and learn more about Catholicism and contact an RCIA director.

Ironically enough, I was “baptized” with Saint medals on my neck, so I was already being reeled into the Church by then. My dad when he was younger had dabbled in Catholicism so I grew up in a mostly open minded house about Catholicism, luckily. Now I say “baptized” with quotations because when I finally entered the Church, I had to get conditionally baptized but that’s another story and I digress.

In 2019 I had met some Catholics online whom I now gladly call my brothers, really good friends, on discord. They taught me a lot, they responded to my objections, and when I said something stupid they slapped me back into reality, I’m thankful for the corrections, the support, the encouragement and the knowledge they have provided me.

On April 11th, of the 2021st year of Our Lord, I finally entered into the Church. It has been a pretty tough but rewarding journey, and I have a lifetime to go, but I love being Catholic, I would not have it any other way.

As for my tumblr, I’m not that well versed in it, I’m still new, and all I really do is post cool photos and sometimes what’s on my mind, but I thank you nonetheless for following and I do hope you enjoy the content. I’ll do more of this soon, maybe share random facts about me or go into more detail about myself and my life. But for now, I hope you have a blessed day or night :)

[messers-moony]

You guys kill it every time and it’s extraordinary. Truthfully. I never thought that my obsession with Aidan Gallagher, Ben Barnes and Harry Potter would take me here. On a side note I’m watching WestWorld which means I might be starting some Logan Delos content soon but we’ll see!

On another side note I see your guys’ want for a Percy Jackson fic! I promise I’ll write one soon I just haven’t had much inspiration for writing for any of the characters. Right now I’m focused on Harry Potter and I’ve been debating some new Ben Barnes content. We’ll see where that takes me.

Just an update from my Wattpad, My story devotion officially hit 90,000 reads. That’s fucking fantastic. My Harry Potter imagines on there have 10,000 reads which is also pretty sick! AND! There’s more! My story Erosion has hit 1,000 reads!

I truly cannot express my amount of joy and happiness that you guys love my writing. You guys come to tumblr hoping to see that I’ve published and I promise I won’t let you down! There might be times where it seems like I’ve disappeared but don’t worry that just means something amazing is about to head your way because I refuse to post something I don’t like. Every fic I’ve posted I’ve loved to pieces and am proud of it.

I will never post to post. I stand by quality over quantity. But in seriousness (siriusness) thank you guys so much for allowing me to hit this fantastic milestone. It makes me smile and my heart skip a beat. Not to mention I blush every time a mutual or someone comments/reblogs my works. Thank you guys <3

Mutuals under the cut!

@cupids-crystals @thesecretwriter @lupinbrekker @forever-and-more @couldibeanymorechaotic @captain-valkyrie @mrs-brekker15 @velvetcloxds @bleh-bleh-blehs @fishley @lonelyhe4rts @hellounicorn @loonyloopylupin5 @messrsmoonee @ourloveisforthelovely @sarahisslytherin @marauders-lupin @peppers-analytics @scandalous-chaos & anyone I forgot <3 I love you guys to the end of the world and back!