#Liz writes stuff

[candiedcoffeedrops]

A Moment At Midnight

Nica Schwartz x Reader

Notes: Happy Birthday to @drachonia! Love you, twin!! I hope you have a wonderful birthday and hope you like how I wrote your boy💜

WC: 1,162

SFW

Tags: Fluffy Goodness!!, Written from suitor's perspective because I really like doing that, apparently lol

CW: Nothing aside probably some OOC due to character being in JP. I read over bond stories that have been translated and whatnot but still acknowledge that there may be errors in characterization. And also my remedial knowledge of German along with Google German. I put translations at the bottom. :D

Also, obligatory no beta we die like men.

The palace was mostly quiet this time of night. Most of Crown were night owls, given the nature of their work, but a majority were currently out on missions, enjoying city nightlife, or had retreated to their own spaces for the night. I leaned against the wall of your room right beside the door, ankles crossed as I glanced at the pocket watch in my hand, the soft glow of moonlight illuminating the face of the small clock and the intricate hands. It was only a few minutes until midnight. 

Hopefully you won’t keep me waiting too much longer. Not that you knew I was here in the first place, but still.

Footsteps down the hallway made me turn my head towards the door, my eyebrows raising as a smirk quirked on my lips. That had to be you. I’d recognize the cadence of your steps anywhere. I straightened my posture right as the click of your doorknob sounded through the room and the door opened, slowly enveloping me in its shadow. 

You took a step into the room with a tired sigh and began making your way to your bed, ready to flop down into it and get some sleep. I managed to sneak right behind you, leaning down to speak next to your ear.

“Hello, Liebling,” I greeted as you jumped with a yelp, turning around to see me right before lightly smacking my arm, brows furrowed in a frown. “Miss me?”

“Nica you scared the shit out of me!” You chastised me while I laughed, my hand coming up defensively.

“Sorry, Schatz,” I responded. I wasn’t sorry though, not really. You looked so cute I couldn’t help myself. I decided to keep that to myself though, not wanting another smack to the arm. Lifting the watch to take another glance at it, I noted that it still wasn’t midnight. Close though. Very close. “What are you doing turning in so late?”

“What are you doing in my room?” You countered, looking up at me expectantly while I narrowed my eyes in amusement.. 

“What am I doing here?” I repeated the question before nonchalantly shrugging one of my shoulders. “Hmm, I could say I was just passing by, but where’s the fun in that? No, I’m here because I couldn’t wait to see your face when the clock struck midnight.”

A confused frown twitched on your brow as you looked up at me. “Why would you need to be hiding behind my door for that? And why midnight?”

“Did you forget already?” I asked teasingly, lifting the pocket watch once more. I noticed the hands were perfectly fixed where I wanted them to be as a pleased hum escaped my throat.

Midnight.

I lifted my hands to cup your cheeks and pressed my forehead to yours. “Alles gute zum Geburtstag to my favorite woman in the world. I wanted to be the first person to say it to you.” 

“I-” You started, trailing off as your eyes widened for a moment, surprise melting into a smile so radiant it made my chest ache. “You’re unbelievable,” you whispered, but your tone betrayed the warmth behind your words.

Ah. I loved that face so much. How much of a hold you’ve come to have over me. It isn’t fair really, but then, I find myself wanting to feel this way for the first time in my life. Wanting to feel this achingly tender feeling in my chest whenever I look at you or hear your voice. It becomes more familiar by the day, and I know now—I never want to be without it again.

“It’s the first time we’re spending your birthday as a couple. I wanted to make the most out of it and tell you as soon as possible.” 

“And you had to scare me to do that?” You challenged, eyes glinting in mirth while I suppressed a snort, lips twitching in a grin as I moved some of your hair away from your face.

“No, that was just a bonus.” 

We both laughed before I leaned in to capture your sweet lips with mine. The warmth in my heart swelled and I lingered there, savoring the feeling. I deepened the kiss slightly before pulling back with a smirk.

“Now, how does the birthday girl plan to thank me for my incredible thoughtfulness?” I teased, narrowing my eyes mischievously. You snort with your smile still in place, poking my cheek gently with your finger.

"You don't get a reward for making me scream in my own room," You shoot back playfully.

"Aha!" I laughed, "You say that like I've never done that before, Liebling."

I laughed harder as your cheeks flushed before you playfully smacked my arm again. I deserved that.

“Ow! You know I bruise like a peach,” I lamented, rubbing my arm with a pout that would make Dari proud. You paid no mind to my theatrics as you pulled your shoes off, setting them neatly nearby.

“You’ll be fine,” you replied simply, and I watched your movements slow as you sat down at the edge of the bed before falling over to your side, head landing against your pillow with a tired exhale as your eyes closed.

I walked up to you, my footsteps shushed by the soft carpet. I brushed my fingers over your cheek, the metal of my rings glinting in the silvery moonlight. “Tired?” I asked as your eyelids fluttered open, your pretty eyes looking up at me before you nodded slightly.

“I’ve been tired,” you yawned.

My face softened and I took that as my cue, shrugging off my jacket and folding it neatly at the foot of your bed before removing my shoes and placing them next to yours. 

I walked to the other side of your bed and laid down next to you. You immediately turned toward me as I wrapped my arm around your shoulders and held you close to my chest. You sighed again, this time content, nuzzling closer as I pressed my cheek to the top of your head. Your hair was so soft, your warmth fitting against me like it was meant to be there. How cute.

“I have a whole day planned for you, starting with a surprise in the morning, so,” I paused to lightly tap the tip of your nose with my index finger. “Schlaf wohl, birthday girl.”

“Mhm, goodnight,” you mumbled, already lulling to sleep. I chuckle through my nose and press a kiss to the top of your head, drawing patterns on your arm with my fingertips. I heard your breath begin to slow and even out as my eyelids started to feel heavy. I guess I was more tired than I thought. I stifled a yawn, my eyes slipping shut as I breathed in the scent of your hair. It felt warm– familiar, like falling asleep at home. I let myself fully melt by your side as sleep settled over me.

Lemme know if you wanna be tagged in future stuffs!

Alles gute zum Geburtstag - Happy Birthday!

Schlaf Wohl - Sleep well

Liebling - Darling

Schatz - Treasure/Sweetheart

Banner was done by myself, dividers done by @strangergraphics

[banigarubug]

warning ;; david’s attempt

consider:

sarah, a college student home for the summer, is hospitalized after falling ill

& ellie who was seriously injured while running away from a foster placement and is placed in the bed next door

they click instantly. sarah is a sweetheart who gets along with anyone and ellie is eager to please a cool college student like any 14 year old would want to

joel and ellie … not so much

ellie gets a kick out of pissing joel off almost as much as sarah gets a kick out of witnessing it .. so ellie amps it up a notch over the course of a few days to really drive joel crazy and make sarah’s time in the hospital better

one of the nurses tells ellie laughter is the best medicine and that’s what sarah deserves. sarah is probably the first person to be nice to ellie like this. to just… accept her with a fond smile. (except maybe riley. but she’s gone now. sometimes ellie thinks sarah looks like her, just a little bit.)

but then ellie is discharged and has to go right back to the place she ran from. her social worker says no one else will take her. of course they wouldn’t.

ellie doesn’t have a phone, but sarah gives her her and joel’s numbers anyways. makes her promise to call if she wants to run again. that way sarah can keep her safe

ellie uses the elusive payphones and stranger’s cells to call sarah sporadically so she knows ellie’s alive, but other than that, it’s inconsistent contact at best. but her birthday is coming up and sarah doesn’t want a gift this year. instead she asks joel to get ellie a phone.. and he says yes. next time ellie calls sarah, it’s 3 days before her birthday, and sarah gets ellie’s address. gets joel to sign her out of the hospital to drive her there and deliver the gift in person. its the most expensive thing ellie’s ever seen and she cries and hugs sarah and then hugs joel

and joel realizes, really, that ellie’s just a kid

she’s a spitfire with a sharp tongue and a huge ego to make up for how small she really is but she’s also just some kid who has never been shown love before

so joel decides to take ellie in, a little bit

not as a foster parent - he and sarah have their hands full, she’s dropping out and the hospital bills are piling up, and ellie’s foster parents are fine anyways, just old and weird - but takes her to visit sarah once a week for a meal together - sarah calls it family dinner, behind ellie’s back but straight to joel’s face - and whenever else sarah wants the company

and maybe he brings sarah to ellie’s school once or twice to pick her up and take her to lunch … or cuz ellie was in an art gallery and the featured piece of the whole exhibit was something she made … or sometimes without sarah when she cuts class and wont tell him why so he just gets her a milkshake and listens to facts about dinosaurs until she agrees to catch the last periodd

christmas is coming up soon and ellie’s excited because she’s gotten them both gifts . for sarah its a couple things - handmade friendship bracelets and a pair of earrings she skipped a week and a half of school lunches for and she painted sarah’s pennyboard with butterflies and crashing waves and a little white moth beside a purple emperor

for joel a huge framed painting of sarah and joel with sarahs grandmother/joels mom who died when sarah was little. joel cooks all her recipes and talks about how much he misses her and says stuff like “she woulda loved you, ellie” so she’s confident he’ll love it and she knows sarah will too

but ellie gets into a fight at school. it’s not really a bad one by any means but it’s the worst her newest placement has seen and they decide she’s too complicated for them. she cant leave the state but she can leave the city, and she’s out of boston with little to no warning, moved all the way out to a “home for troubled kids” in a shitty town called silver lake all the way in berkshire county and only has enough time to frantically tell joel where to find the gifts — in a garbage bag that her art teacher agreed to hold onto

this new placement is way worse than the old people. at most they’d been neglectful. this home is … freaky . a weird religious cult, some branch of christianity that ellie’s never heard of, and all the kids living there treat the director guy, david, like he’s — well. like hes god.

ellie wants to run away again, but this time, she can call sarah! right? except she’s not supposed to have the phone and david finds that thing immediately, sniffs it out like a bloodhound and takes it from her. he makes a deal with her. if she’s good, she use it once a day to call sarah. if she’s really good she can get it back - but she cant tell any of the other girls. david says ellie is special.

ellie’s… never been special before. its gross, a little, the way david says it, but she cant complain much. he feeds her and none of her foster siblings are violent even though shes the smallest by far. she figures david will want her to do chores or handy work, some free labor and she’ll get to call sarah & joel every day. it’s no big deal

within just 5 days of living there, ellie realizes that is not what david meant when he said to be good.

at first its just the lingering touches. a hand a little too high or too low . staring in that weird too-long way .. he tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear and she feels the dirt on his fingers for hours.

and then. it’s christmas eve and she’s planning her escape (she knows where the phone is, and she’ll make a break for it. her bag is packed and she’s quick) when david brings her into his prayer-room for something.

u can infer what happens, right?

and when she’s on the ground and his hands are on her jeans she sees some metal shining as she thrashes around and something shining catches her eye and she reaches out and grabs it and its some bowl with a heavy weight at the bottom so ellie bashes it into davids skull

over

and over

and over again

until he falls on the ground and she hits him a few more times for good measure

it’s the middle of the night and snowing like a bitch but ellie wanders outside anyway and just sits on the front porch step under the falling snow

she doesnt know how much time has passed before the time the sun starts rising. but when it does she sees a very familiar big grey truck barreling towards her and ellie thinks she must be dead or dying

but sarah is out of the car before it’s even stopped and joel’s yelling at her for it and ellie’s covered in blood thats not her own so she just stands and walks to the car in a trance and figures its either the gates of heaven or actually fucking joel and sarah

(“you didnt call me all day,” sarah says later, when ellie asks about it, “i knew something was wrong.” and her phone had gps and joel had a gut feeling and her social worker had a few too many missed calls so they took it into their own damn hands and showed up for her)

ellie trips and falls and lands in joel’s open arms and sarah hugs her from the side, crowding her until the phantom touches david left behind on her skin are completely invisible

joel applies for guardianship and it is shockingly easy

sarah’s been getting better, too. transfers to the community college so she can stay in the house and ellie’s being homeschooled for a while so they spend even more time together

running out of steam i might come back to this but i was only thinking abt it all bc sarah and ellie being siblings is SOOO important to me … big sister sarah ykwim ….

[edenfalling]

Favorite Line Tag Game

(Based on this post.) Tagged by @bywayofmemory, thank you!

Rules: Share a favorite line that you've read or written that impacted you!

This is a hard game for me, because I think my best lines only work in context. I am a more structural writer in that sense. I am trying to build a pattern so that when you reach the final line of a story, the weight of everything before clicks into place. I want to create echoes and juxtapositions and stuff like that.

Or alternatively, I'm just trying to tell a story and the word craft only matters insofar as it reflects my POV character's own word choices and otherwise gets out of the way. :)

I think the closest I tend to get to an impactful line is when writing drabbles or 3-sentence ficlets, because they're so short and every word has to count.

So here is one of my favorite tiny ficlets, 3 sentences (128 words) about Galadriel:

As the Storm and the Lightning She ends the war. She ends all the wars: the cities of Men burn with the molten blood of the earth; the halls of the Dwarves collapse and grind their bones to dust; the sylvan exile of the Elves ends, as it began, in kinslaying; and so, too, she comes for the Orcs, the Ents, the halflings and wizards and even the Eldest himself; no people and no hidden fastness escape her gift of peace. And when she is done, when she casts herself into Mount Doom and takes the Third Age with her, no voice is heard in all the empty, blood-drenched lands from Mordor to the sea: no sound save rain on heaps of sun-bleached bone, and the wind running fingers through new-grown fields of flowers.

If we're talking lines from longer stories, apparently I have a bit of a Thing about the ocean, to wit:

The ocean is older than the land, and bigger than the land, and it never quite forgave life for venturing past the surface and forsaking gills for air. All water comes from the ocean and returns there in the end. Every drop of rain remembers that ancient betrayal. Why else do rivers wash mountains into the sea? (I Am the One Who Lives with the Ocean - Homestuck)

and also

"The sea is deeper magic than the land, little sister," she said, her voice echoing off the jagged stones as if she sang a round and fugue with herself. "Blood is made of salt and water, and we all breathe without lungs in the womb. I will teach you to remember. Breath and blood, flesh and bone, the ocean claims all in the end." (Into Something Rich and Strange - Chronicles of Narnia)

Or if you just want a line I still enjoy and think about, here is something presented completely without context:

TG: on due consideration im ok with breathing your gross pre-breathed air (Some Little Talk Awhile of Me and Thee - Homestuck)

That particular description of sitting silently next to a friend never fails to amuse me. :)

I tag, uh, @othercat2, @asukaskerian, @violsva, @lynati, and anyone else who wants to participate!

[thegeminisage]

i'm just going to go ahead and make this its own post. when kirk teases spock he is SO GENTLE. "why mister spock are you feeling emotion?" and he lets spock do the vulcan equivalent of giggling and kicking his feet and going "haha nooo silly i'm a VULCAN i don't do that!!" and kirk's like "oh my apologies mister spock of COURSE not" and then they make consensual loving eyecontact with one another while smiling. when BONES senses blood in the water (spock having an emotion) he will grab spock by the scruff of his fucking neck and shake until dead. like a dog with a squirrel.

[friend-or-fo]

kissing prompts 💛

(romantic + queerplatonic) (no tongue)

an accidental kiss on the corner of the mouth.

a very gentle peck on the lips, not wanting to overwhelm you or push your boundaries.

a hurried kiss before parting ways that holds unspoken words of adoration.

a firm kiss, perhaps a bit too overeager, grateful for something you did for them.

a kiss for luck.

a fluffy make-out session with no French kissing, just soft, tender kisses and cuddling.

a kiss meant to share oxygen in a dire situation, resulting in an extended lip-lock for minutes on end.

kissing you to keep you warm on a cold day.

kissing to unlock some sort of magical power.

a farewell kiss that turns out not to be a farewell.

kissing in an attempt to understand each other, perhaps starting out angry, frustrated, and becoming gentler and more empathetic as the curious pecks continue.

kissing as part of a game, especially if you and/or them have never kissed anyone before. perhaps it's a bit clumsy, but the heart's there.

kissing to annoy a third party.

putting on lip gloss/balm before the kiss, having fun sharing different flavors.

saving you and your partner's first kiss together for your wedding day, and not being able to stop kissing.

[arcane-vagabond]

I think it’s discouraging to a lot of creators on here when we try to put forth fics with actual plots instead of just smut (no knock against smut. I seek it out too sometimes), only to receive very little meaningful (likes do not count as meaningful) engagement. Then people complain about there being nothing but smut to read???

Like…my loves….you’re only engaging with the smut. What else are creators supposed to think here? You’re not showing love to the fluff or angst or plot and lore filled stories anymore, so of course you’re only going to receive smut from creators. You’re not watering what you want to survive, so of course it’s going to die. Show love to the stuff that has minimal smut, if any at all!

I speak from experience that it’s frustrating as hell when I run polls to see what people want to read more of and the winning answer (by a large margin) was more fluff stories. Meanwhile, the only stories getting comments and asks are the ones filled with smut. Do you see why that’s confusing and frustrating? There’s hardly any love for anything on here that’s not straight up smut.

[rowenasamuel]

sam/rowena wip ask game <3

I'm bored and thought I'd make an ask game out of the stuff in my sam/rowena WIP folder because why not! samwena saturday?? these are all unpublished fics in various stages of progression, some are meant to be multichapter, some just one-shots!

fic code: [HANDFAST] - in which the spell in 15.03 is actually a handfasting spell, and it doesn't break after rowena's death [ROCKSTAR] - rockstar!rowena x bodyguard!sam [PREDATOR] - predator x prey kink fic [STANFORD] - stanford era sugar mommy au [SPELLBOUND] - in which sam and rowena are trapped in a powerful spell, and must come to the realization that the reality they're in isn't real before their bodies in the real world wither to nothing. [DISCLOSURE] - in which sam sees rowena in hell for the first time and realizes there were consequences to their one dalliance while she was still alive [WITCHPIRE] - witchpire!rowena [BLOODTHIRSTY] - demon blood!sam x rowena [BUZZ] - sex pollen fic [AUSTRALIA] - anyone but you au [REVELATIONS] - secret relationship reveal fic [TOUCH] - a mutual masturbation / phone sex au set in s14

descriptor: [concept] - i'll delve into the concept of the fic / what inspired me / etc [snippet] - i'll post a snippet of the fic <3 [aesthetic] - i'll post the aesthetic i've made for the fic [title] - the meaning behind the title of the fic (if it has one already) [playlist] - i'll either share the playlist i've made for the fic, or make a mini playlist of three songs that i think fits the ~vibes of the fic :)

just send a fic code + a descriptor for anything you're maybe interested in learning more about :)

[wishicouldkeepconcentration]

sugar-shocking my body for a writing all-nighter

[beawake]

I love soulmates AU and love at first sight, but it is not something I ever really get.

Like you gotta work for love, and to keep a relationship healthy and good. And I always see love as something that's gotta grow.

So what about soulmate AU were you meet someone and get to know them and grow closer and slowly the soulmate mark or colours or whatever start to seep in. Or you wake up in bed with your partner or meet with your best friend and suddenly you notice the mark, the colours the connection and realise "Oh, this is my soulmate"

[annoying--moth]

Anyone else have this one OC that has a pretty cool design and concept, and you never planned to take them out of you mind, but you end up drawing them and talking about them and liking them a lot, and they don't really fit into any of your current universes so they just kinda become like a mascot for you, or is it just me?

[candiedcoffeedrops]

Hyello!

(I will absolutely clean this up and make it all pretty sparkly later I'm just making this so I have an anchor point for links and the like lol)

Hi, all! I'm Liz! I've had this tumblr for years but only recently started to get into regularly using it. So! This is my belated intro post.

This is a multi-fandom blog focusing on the Ikemen otome series (Villains especially) of late because I fell in love with the games, brain rot is real, and I genuinely enjoy the stories and the people I've met through them.

That said, also expect the odd post about Dragon Age, Genshin, Zelda, Elder Scrolls and other such odds and ends.

I have just entered my third decade of existence so if you have not yet turned 18, this blog isn't for you. Minors dni.

Art

Ikemen Villains

Norse Braid Victor

Ring Schwartz (Slight NSFW)

Jude - Window at Night

Harrison Gray :>

Nyalfons

Writing

Ikemen Villains

Your Voice - Jude Jazza x Reader

Cloud Gazing - Ring Schwartz x Reader

Mine - Ring Schwartz x Reader (NSFW)

Geborgenheit - Ring Schwartz x Reader

A Meeting At Midnight - Nica Schwartz x Reader

Let me know if you'd like to be added to a taglist to be notified when I post my art and writing!

Divider/Header by @saradika-graphics

[banigarubug]

WOOOHOOOO A WIP!!!!

a new installation of the bug rewrites all of tlou canon just bc i fuckin wanna series! im excited abt this one bc its different from anything i’ve ever written before<3

new updates coming hopefully later this week!! plus check out the spotify playlist i’m working on for this fic - song of the hour is adam’s ribs by jensen mcrae bc it fucked me UP!!!

[taintandviolent]

this james fic is getting long so rip to those who don't like long fics but i promise it's sooooo worth it

[thegeminisage]

THE OSSUARY [MASTERPOST]

this is a fic i wrote novelizing lucanis's year in the ossuary. now that it is 100% complete, i wanted to make a masterpost of relevant links that i can add to if i ever make anything else for it. scroll all the way to the bottom for the dvd special features!

SUMMARY:

ossuary (ˈäSHəˌwerē) noun 1. a container or room in which the bones of dead people are placed. 2. the final resting place of skeletal remains. Thought dead by his family, Lucanis Dellamorte, the infamous Demon of Vyrantium, spends over three hundred days languishing in an impenetrable Tevene prison at the bottom of the sea. But he doesn't do it alone—and like it or not, his new demonic cellmate may be his only hope of escape. Sometimes the only way to fight your demons is to make a deal instead.

TAGS + WARNINGS:

Action Scenes, Blood and Gore, Blood Magic, Kidnapping, Captivity, Imprisonment, Demisexual Lucanis Dellamorte, Angst, Starvation, Force-Feeding, Trauma, Possession, Body Horror, Torture, Nightmares, Psychological Torture, Mind Games, Rape (fades to black), Suicide, Trauma Bonding, and a TEENSY bit of vore. don't judge me.

CHAPTER LISTING:

ACT I

CHAPTER I: THE TRAP [ao3 link] [tumblr post]

Lucanis catches one final glimpse of the starry sky overhead. Sorry, Illario, he thinks. Then everything goes black.

CHAPTER II: THE EXPERIMENT [ao3 link] [tumblr post]

"My staff tells me you're hungry," says Zara. "Would you like something to eat?"

CHAPTER III: THE POSSESSION [ao3 link] [tumblr post]

"Hold him!" Zara snarls. "Shove it down his throat yourself if you have to! He's one half-starved prisoner! How hard can it be?"

ACT II

CHAPTER IV: THE DEMON [ao3 link] [tumblr post]

The demon's favorite thing to do is demand that Lucanis kill people or leave his cell. Its second favorite thing to do is piss Lucanis off.

CHAPTER V: THE TABLE [ao3 link] [tumblr post]

Calivan is wearing gauntlets. "Open wide," he says, and brings the pliers down towards Lucanis's face.

CHAPTER VI: THE LOVER [ao3 link] [tumblr post]

"Can I tell you a secret?" Lucanis asks Nyrys one night. "You must promise not to tell a soul."

ACT III

CHAPTER VII: THE DEAL [ao3 link] [tumblr post]

He is no longer Lucanis looking at Spite. He is Spite, looking at Lucanis.

CHAPTER VIII: THE PLAN [ao3 link] [tumblr post]

"Hey," says Lucanis to Spite. "You can fly, right?"

CHAPTER IX: THE ESCAPE [ao3 link] [tumblr post]

Blood begins to trickle from the corner of Calivan's mouth. "Walk out if you like, Lucanis. You'll never be free."

EXTRAS:

"soundtrack" post - a list of all the songs i listened to during the writing/editing process

zara & lucanis meta - a mini-analysis of the assault scene end of chapter 6, most of it being about zara's character (tw for in-depth discussion of rape)

where is the ossuary? - meta about the conflicting information we get on the ossuary's location

blood magic meta - just thinking aloud, trying to work out the mechanics of how lucanis and spite are bound

lucanis's scars - he's got quite a lot of them near his mouth, hiding under the facial hair...in my mind palace, this is definitely from the gauntlets they used to force his mouth open when feeding him the thing that bound him to spite.

lucanis's prison clothes - a video of the "sea of blood" mission with lucanis in prison clothes, instead of looking clean and well-dressed. also includes a look at the real nyrys's cell and at the artifact he's gonna break later.

the desperation demon - video of lucanis meeting and recognizing the desperation demon in dock town.

#the ossuary fic - story tag on tumblr for rough drafts, liveblogging, inspo posts, etc

#SHORNCANIS - a tag for images and videos of what lucanis looked like pre-ossuary, as the ossuary is where he grew out the beard

#rook tag - just a tag for posts and images of my rook, who is introduced in the final chapter of this fic

🎉 I AM WORKING ON A SEQUEL! 🎉

it will be a long time before i'm finished, but in the meantime, you can see excerpts in the #untitled rookanis fic tag.

thank you to my editors, @viagothots and @slaygentford, thank you to everyone who read, commented, and reblogged this fic, and thank you to everyone patiently waiting on and getting excited with me about the sequel. i am more grateful than words can say <3

[friend-or-fo]

Wally Darling x Gender neutral reader

(Aroace edition; queerplatonic)

Wally loves his neighborhood. He loves his friends. But when it comes to you, he can't decide how he feels. Romance is a completely foreign concept to him, and he can't fathom you as anything but his dearest friend. Yet, part of him insists there's something more than just platonic feelings for you.

The way you're always so careful not to mix the paint colors when you paint together. The way you sing to him, and the way he tries to sing back, although he's not very good at it. The way you know the jokes that will always make him laugh. The way you look softly into each others' eyes, your perspectives and points of view intermingling and interconnecting to form something neither of you could have dreamed of alone.

All of you, Wally loves and cherishes. And all of Wally, you love and cherish. And together, you're something even deeper than friends.

Wally's tried to find a word for these feelings, but not even Frank has been able to give him a sufficent definition from his plethora of dictionaries.

So he's stopped trying to label it.

Sometimes, words aren't needed.

💛 Read my DNI! 💛

[arcane-vagabond]

At what point do people become popular enough on here that they get consistent asks and interactions?