#actually knowing what little i know about nona this prompt might work even better for her than for harrow but like i said That Art!!

[dykecadence]

harrow the ninth in a disco elysium style game. harrow is harry (obviously), ianthe is kim, The Body is dolores dei. gideon's sword takes the place of the horrific necktie. harrow wakes up after canaan house barely clothed and with a fractured memory and she's immediately charged with helping take down the resurrecrion beasts. harrow dies from sitting on a 10000 year old chair

[kestrellady]

September Reading Wrap-Up

Books I Actually Rated The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle - 5/5 It took me way too long to actually read this book, having grown up on the movie. And it's even better! There were lots of points where I could hear lines from the movie as I read, but also plenty that didn't make it into the movie. It's a beautiful book.

Stand Out Books from September The Monsters We Defy - Leslye Penelope I probably need to go back and give this a proper rating because I LOVED this book. It was different in both setting and tone than just about any fantasy I've read. The introductions to the characters written as folktales were just amazing and it was so refreshing to watch two people with mutually exclusive goals be able to work together for a greater good with very little friction. Overall, I highly recommend it! It's made me excited to find some of L. Penelope's other books.

The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon I finally finished it! This was a really solid doorstopper fantasy novel. Everyone has been singing it's praises and I definitely recommend it if you like doorstopper fantasy, but I'm going to nitpick a little. Somehow, despite being 850 pages, it actually felt... rushed? The secondary plot felt like an afterthought and several threads felt like they should have been important and then just weren't. I see there's a prequel coming out next year that's just as long and I'm honestly not sure I'll pick it up. Maybe someday when I'm in the mood for a really long book.

The Oleander Sword by Tasha Suri (Burning Kingdoms #2) This is the sequel to The Jasmine Throne and I got into this one much faster than the first one. It jumps around a bit timewise, but other than that, I loved watching the characters and the world develop. I'm excited for the next book!

What I'm Reading Now Forget the Alamo by Jason Stanford, Bryan Burrough, and Chris Tomlinson You know the joke about the collective noun for a group of white guys is a podcast? This is that in book form. It's not... bad, necessarily, but it's not great either. They've got a definite agenda, so I'm cutting them slack in places, but I've already had several moments of, well that's not quite right. I'm also not sure who the intended audience is? It's a super colloquial style, but they keep making references that I'm too young to get and assuming knowledge in weird places that would make this a difficult read for anyone not familiar with Texas history and culture.

What I'm Looking Forward to Next Month I'm hopeful that my hold on Nona the Ninth will come in and I can read about the main character that I've been assured is having the best time of anyone in the series. I've been wanting some spooky books, but so far The Haunting of Highdown Hall is a bit disappointing. I've also got Hex by Thomas Olde Heuvelt on my list, so maybe that will scratch the itch.

Reading Challenges I'm actually on track for the Read Harder 2022 challenge! I've got The Song of Achilles on hold that might come in this month? That would count for (3) Women's Prize. I think I'll try One for All for (23) a book by a disabled author. I've also got Alice Munro's Runaway for my read through of the Nobel Prize in Literature winners. I'm on my last prompt for r/Fantasy's Book Bingo 2022 (24) No Ifs, Ands, or Buts and I think I'll do Six Crimson Cranes. The sequel just came out!

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[theycallmebecca]

So I’m in need of some tooth rotting fluff right now. Chris and reader having those late night talks about anything and everything, the conversations that make you fall in love 😍 Being all lovey and touchy feely. Just pure cuteness. FYI, love ya ❤️

Well you know what I like to write... haha all that tooth rotting fluff is right up my alley! Shout out to @nomadicpixel for her help with the brainstorming on this one. 

Title: Twenty Questions

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: a couple f-bombs

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Because of how tumblr can be silly about links, I will reblog this post with links to the masterlist and the prompt list.

Chris and Dodger were already in bed when you came out of the bathroom; Chris with his nose in a book and Dodger stretched out at the foot of the bed. After turning off the overhead lights, you climbed into bed with them, but didn't bother to turn on the lamp on your bedside table since you weren't in the mood to read. Rolling onto your side in Chris's direction, you slid your foot over to his side of the bed, seeking the warmth his body always provided you.

He let out a yelp as your cold toes brushed his warm leg. You smiled innocently as he glared at you over the edge of his book.

"How is it that your feet are always cold when you get in bed no matter the season?" he asked.

"Magic?" you offered as you snuggled up against him. "Maybe it's because you're always so warm?"

Chuckling, Chris reached over and put his book on his bedside table before he turned and wrapped his arms around you. "That must be it," he replied as he caressed your back. "Too tired to read tonight?"

"Too tired of reading," you said, looking up at him. "I feel like it's all I've been doing for the last, I don't even know anymore. April feels longer than March at this point."

Chris nodded his head in agreement. "It's kind of too early to go to sleep," he said. "Did you want to talk or -"

"Ask each other random questions?" you suggested. "See who can come up with the most random one?"

"Is there a prize?" he asked once again proving that his competitive drive knew no boundaries.

"Depends on how good the question is," you told him.

Silence fell between the two of you as you both tried to think of a question to ask.

"What's your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?" you asked him and then cringed. "Ugh. Nevermind, that's basically what we've been living through for the last six weeks, isn't it? One long rainy day."

Chris chuckled, but answered it anyway, "Either reading a good book or curling up with you and watching a movie."

"See, that's exactly what we have been doing," you stated. "I have a better question, what single appliance could you not live without?"

Your head hit the pillow as he shifted his body, dropping you to the mattress while he rolled onto his side to stare down at you.

"Think you're funny, do you?" he asked in a tone that was full of mock annoyance. "Asking me what appliance I couldn't live without while knowing full well that I can't cook much." He leaned down and kissed the tip of your nose. "That's like me asking you what your favorite burner on the stove is."

"Front right," you answered automatically and laughed at the deadpan look you got in response. "What? It's the biggest and it's right there."

Chris shook his head in disbelief.

"What was your favorite food during childhood and why?" you asked him.

"Pizza, of course," Chris replied with a laugh. "Or my nona's lasagna."

He sobered in memory, you noticed, and you placed your hand on his chest above his heart.

"Does your mom have the recipe? Maybe we can try and cook it together some night," you suggested.

"And maybe something from your grandma, too?" he asked. "What was her best dish?"

"Most of what my grandma cooked came out of a box or a can," you admitted and smiled at your own memories. "Our lasagna growing up was spaghetti sauce and layers of lasagna noodles."

Chris let out a strangled groan and clutched his chest as if the idea was killing him.

Laughing at his antics, you swatted his chest and said, "Oh stop it. We didn't all grow up with Italian grannies who spent hours over the stove. But regardless, I don't really remember the foods as much as I remember the time we spent as a family. Whether it was a small group around the kitchen table, holiday dinners in the formal dining room or the kids table in the kitchen. That was the part that was special to me."

A few tears rolled down your face at the memories and Chris reached down to brush them away.

"The memories are the best part," he agreed with a soft smile. 

You nodded and then, inspired, asked, "If you could talk on the phone with anyone who ever existed, alive or dead, who would it be and what would you ask them?"

"That's two questions, cheater," Chis pointed out. Under the guise of thinking, he shifted the two for you back to your original positions, so he was on his back and you were resting your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped loosely over you. "I'm torn between a president or a distant relative. And there are too many of either to choose just one. Fuck. That's a hard question." He shook his head. "I don't think I can answer those questions, babe. It's just too… " He moved his hands to mime an explosion going off in his brain.

"It was a pretty loaded question," you admitted, patting his stomach in empathy. "But don't forget, it's your turn to ask me a question."

He pursed his lips to think and finally asked, "What's the best advice your mom gave you?"

"Best advice from my mom," you repeated as you tried to think. Your mom had given you plenty of advice growing up, but none of them really jumped out at you in the moment. "I don't even know, probably something poetic like, haste makes waste. She said that all the time when I was growing up from people driving fast or one of us kids trying to finish our homework quickly to be able to go outside and play with our friends."

"I can totally hear your mom saying that," Chris stated. "In fact, I swear I have heard her say that."

"She loves that saying," you said with a small sigh. You normally didn't mind living far from your family, but the current quarantined status of the world only made that distance feel farther apart. You and Chris did video chats with your family weekly and you talked to your mom all the time, but it was still hard.

As if sensing that you needed a change of pace, Chris asked you another question, "What is the most interesting thing you could do with 400 pounds of cheese?"

"I think we have a contender for the winner of the most random question," you said with a laugh. "But fuck, that's a lot of cheese. I don't even know where to begin. Nachos? Cheesy potatoes? Mac n cheese? Fondue style entree for every meal?”

“My stomach is cringing at the thought,” Chris stated.

“It was your question,” you reminded him. “Staying in the dairy category, what’s the grossest ice cream flavor you can think of? Actual food only. No chemicals or anything.”

“Hmm,” Chris thought aloud. “It would have to start with a fish, I think. Something stinky or with a really bold flavor. Anchovy, maybe? Then a citrusy mint? Plus a tart berry? Topped off with those big, long oval shaped nuts that always get left behind in nut mixes. For texture.”

“For texture,” you echoed with disgust on your face. “And they’re called Brazil nuts.”

“Ah, well you learn something new every day,” Chris replied and then laughed. “That’s another piece of sage advice I’ve heard your mom say.”

You giggled and said, “I just thought of another, she used to tell us when we were doing our homework that if we couldn’t impress someone with knowledge, we should dazzle them with bullshit.”

Chris snorted with laughter. “That’s amazing!” He cried. “Your mom is a gem.” His eyes found yours as his hilarity subsided. “Like mother, like daughter.”

“You’re such a flatterer,” you said before tilting your head to kiss him on the cheek. “But it’s your turn to ask me another question.”

“If you could have an everlasting candle that could smell like anything, what would it be?” He asked after a few minutes of thinking.

“Christmas,” you answered without much thought and then explained, “because Christmas smells like so many different things all rolled into one. There would be pine, cinnamon, vanilla and a bunch of other scents that might not work together in theory, but combined, think of all the memories those scents would bring back. And if it was made like a marbleized candle where the different fragrances hit at different times, it would be magical. Like Christmas.”

“Is that even possible?” He asked, his interest seemingly piqued.

“Probably not, because eventually all the fragrances would mix together, but you have to admit it would smell amazing, at least initially,” you replied, looking up at him. 

“It would,” he agreed. “Maybe we’ll have to dig out your winter candles tomorrow and experiment burning them at the same time in their own jars.”

“And watch Christmas movies?” you asked as the weight of the day started to catch up with you. You tried to fight back a yawn, but it came anyway. “If the Hallmark channel is playing their Christmas movies, we can, too, right?”

“We’ll see where the day leads us,” he replied. “But you’re supposed to be asking me a question.”

“Oh right,” you said and then yawned again. You blinked your tired eyes and tried to think.

“Maybe this should be the last question,” he suggested, smoothing his hand down your arm.

You nodded your head. It was amazing how tired you got from doing so little. “What place brings you joy?” you asked, nestling yourself closer to him. 

“Being anywhere you are,” he answered almost immediately. “You bring joy into my life.”

When you didn’t answer, he looked down and smiled when he saw that your eyes were closed.

“Goodnight, Love,” he whispered before reaching over and turning off his bedside lamp. He settled back against the pillows with you asleep in his arms.