#all spelling mistakes were intentional for the bit… I promise

[clueless-goblin]

I just read a tweet about- ok I watched a YouTube short with a compilation of a bunch of media and within that was a tweet that claimed JaidenAnimations was grooming her audience for comming out as Ace and… do these people even bother to look up what they’re talking about before typing? I honestly feel that they need to be forced to google before posting or gain dyslexia so posting takes longer and they actually have to think before posting.

[yurinaa-world]

Can I request Jing Yuan, Dan Heng and Sundy with an anxious!cozy!s/o who secretly terrifyingly observant and calculating? ((👁-👁) level ie. looking deep into your soul level observant.)

At times it slips (ex. Admitting to being obsessed with complex puzzles that most people can't even fathom or subtly tipping them about someone's intention before the boys pick up on it) reader panics a bit.

Reader is conflicted because on onehand, they know whats going on and they wont get tricked easily BUT they hate how they know too much at times. Thus fuels their anxiety.

They either have to isolate themselves for a while or wear cozy oversized garmets as comfort (aka all the time)

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, & Sunday x Gender-neutral reader

𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with anxious and cozy reader

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff and spelling mistakes,

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

Over time he’s picked up more details on your behaviour, you're so observant to the point you don’t realize that your face says what you're thinking. Just in the middle of a conversation with you, he can see how you look around taking in everything around as if you were a cute detective. 

He doesn’t mind that you want to be alone or that you just want to sit in silence, seeing You'll get overloaded and get a headache. He does worry you end up staying up late and being lost in thoughts, forgetting that it’s already 3:00 am. (He might just grab you, cover your eyes and force you to bed to get a good night's sleep).

He finds your cute oversized clothes then formal (because you like to look so comfortable in them), your hair is all messy, your tired voice, sometimes the shirt is off one of your shoulders because it is way too oversized for you but it’s still comfortable.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“What might my dear be thinking about instead of sleeping?”  

You don’t even realize that he’s there until he wraps his arm around you and pulls you against his side. “I can’t sleep, I'm thinking about something.”  You turn towards him and find him already looking at you with a look that’s both gentle and tender. 

You feel like something is wrong, squinting your eyes at him—you just have that weird gut feeling—looking around his body to find ‘something’ you are not sure what it is until you look at his shoulder—it looks way too stiff than usual, your hand grabbing his shoulder a bit roughly only to hear him let out a small groan.

“Did you get hurt?” You ask softly, letting go of the shoulder in an instant,  looking at him worriedly, “Can't let anything escape your gaze?” He smiles slightly though, leaning forward and kissing the side of your head lightly before you cover his mouth with your hand, frowning on your face.

“Are you sure you’re fine?”  You ask again, this time more serious than earlier. He shakes his head and kisses your hand once before removing it from his mouth. “I promise that I’m alright.” He says in a soft voice,  caressing your cheek.  This makes you look away shyly,  the warmth spreading across your cheeks.

“it’s time for you to go to bed.” “I don’t need you telling me that-“ he grabs you and pulls you close into him, shoving your face in his chest so you couldn’t see anything “Sleep.”

𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔

He’s amazed by how you still remember the small details in a conversation that even he can’t remember. He thought at first you were like him, observant, and quiet but you surpassed and beyond everything you expected from him.

You spend most of your time in his room and not your own, not that he doesn’t mind at all but just looking over from his books to see you looking around his room trying to see small details while messing with a complicated puzzle in your hands.

He takes you away to calm you down when you’re in a conversation to hear what you want to say because of the face you had on, eyes wide and slightly nervous while looking at your nails and back at the person. (he got you out of that conversation so quickly)

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Looking down on your puzzle with your brain bustling with ideas and taking notes of small details around his room that usually aren't noticed (and you might also be watching him read one of his books and might have been staring for too long that you locked eyes by accident and looked away). Quickly shifting the pieces of the puzzle when you get caught yet neither of you say anything, that doesn't stop you from gazing at him from the top of your eye.

"Dan Heng why are you reading that book when you already finished it?"  you asked softly/ "It's a well-written book with good character development and story building." "Is it that good that I want to read for the 3rd time?"  he responded while looking up from his book to look at you. "you just said it was only the 3rd time so I'd assume it is still good enough to read again." 

"But Dan Heng don't you ever want to read new things?." you understand everything and why people do it but you're just curious about what a person thinks of what they're doing and the reasons for their actions. He doesn't mind asking him questions and he'll answer each one with the best of his abilities. 

“Sometimes people like to reread things because they don’t want something to end.”

“Oh is that what you're doing?—oddly enough you always are in that spot specifically while reading that same book.” You say before murmuring another part. “You always remember everything don’t you.”

𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎

You’re just like him. He doesn’t expect anything less from his soulmate, it’s as if you were hand-made for each other. Your mind is so calculating and observant, the dream you are. He’ll adore you, he’ll tease you, smile with you, he’ll experience everything with you.

He raves about the small cute glances you do when you think he doesn’t notice or when you take your eyes off from whatever you might be doing just to look at him working. He can feel your loving gaze before you go back to whatever you might be doing. (He might just confront you and see your embarrassed expression)

Don’t worry about anything, not even the person you’re warning him about, he’s already dealt with long before you got the chance to tell him.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Sunday aren’t you worried?” 

You don’t understand how he’s never worried about anything, just so calm even when you're alone with each other. “what would I be worried about my dear?” you feel him taking into your heart, arms around your shoulder, your back pressed against his chest.

“Didn’t you see how suspicious they were acting?” you say with hesitation in your tone, your fingers tightening onto the fabric of his shirt. you feel him nod as a response from behind you. 

“I know something’s up, I feel it in my gut just wanted to warn you”. you mumble the last sentence,  turning to face him, he looks down, and his hand goes to the side of your cheek already making you feel comfortable.

“No need to worry yourself over me,”  he leans down and kisses you on the cheek,  smiling sweetly at you, a warm feeling spreads through your chest. 

“I've already dealt with everything.”

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[geonwooz]

♡ BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND — HONG WOOJIN

brother's best friend!woojin x fem!reader (ft. brother!gunwoo) | wc : 0.5k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, fluff, angst if you squint, woojin being a flirt and it backfiring on him lmao

“hey, hey, hey! look, it’s my favorite best friend’s sister!”

it was almost two weeks of hong woojin visiting you whenever he could to brighten up your day and fill in for your brother.

ever since your brother, kim gunwoo, left for his tournaments, you were a mess. and woojin knew that — which was why he volunteered to check on you every so often before his best friend could even ask the favor.

woojin could never admit it to gunwoo, but the truth was, he had a crush on you — and just couldn’t bear to see you so sad. but little by little, with his visits, he brought a smile to your face.

and little by little, you started falling for your brother’s best friend.

you never really meant to, but with woojin being so caring, there was no way you could stop yourself from liking him. sure, he was your brother’s best friend, and if your brother found out, he’d probably not like it, but that problem would never arise.

because you were so damn sure nothing would ever happen between you two.

“gunwoo said you cried during your video call with him earlier.” woojin sat next to you, his voice soft. “you know, we can talk about it. it’ll just be between us, i promise.”

this was exactly why you kept falling for your brother’s best friend; he was an absolute gem.

“when we were together, gunwoo would nag me every day, but now it’s not as often,” you muttered. “weirdly enough, i miss it.”

“well, i mean, i can always nag you. you know, just consider me your big brother. i’m your brother’s best friend anyway, right?” woojin bit his lip, regretting his choice of words as soon as they left his lips.

“there’s no need for that, woojin.” you scoffed, shaking your head. “i have no intention of considering you as my brother.”

the male raised his brows, surprised by your response. “oh? then what do you want to consider me as? your boyfriend?” he playfully responded, leaning closer to your face as he grinned.

“w-what? no, i–”

“your husband?!” woojin enjoyed the way the heat rushed to your cheeks, feeling his heart flutter when you pouted at him. “woah, i didn’t think you’d have such long-term plans with me.”

you chuckled, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine. “of course, i planned for the long term, hong woojin.” you leant closer, your smile never fading. “i also came up with baby names. wanna hear?” you quipped.

the seriousness in your voice paired with the proximity of your faces was too much for woojin, causing him to choke on air as you laughed, satisfied with the outcome.

you had played an uno reverse on your brother’s best friend, and he seemed to believe every word.

“w-wait, are you for real?” he couldn’t help but ask, not having noted the sarcasm behind your voice. “like, baby names and all?”

you stood from your place, walking towards the door before looking back. woojin followed your steps, the clueless look on his face giving you butterflies with how adorable he looked.

“take me out on a date first, and we can find out if the baby names are real.”

TAGLIST :: @missscarlettangel (TO BE ADDED, PLEASE COMMENT, SEND AN ASK OR DM!)

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Love at its best | {SaneOba}

Theme: Fluff

Note: this is short asf- cuz i wrote it in my notebook and i can't stand writing traditionally

the name is kinda hasty i didn't know what to call it...

Sanemi sat with his head resting sleepily on Obanai's shoulder, his eyes fluttering open every now and then. 

It was a sunny day and it was very warm out, making both Hashira drowsy.

For a while they sat in silence, taking gentle and comforting breaths. But then Obanai said, getting a bit restless in all his tiredness, "Sanemi?"

Though neither were on first name basis, for some reasong it didn't feel strange. Of course, it could've been from the fact that both weren't in the most sane state of mind.

Nevertheless, Sanemi hummed in response, his eyes still closed.

"Can I trust you not to question it if I show you?" Obanai asked. (don't take this out of context you fuckers)

This question, again, got no confusion nor resulted it's own question in response. Only a, "Mhm" in following.

Obanai turned then and Sanemi was forced to sit up, as he'd been resting on his companions' shoulder.

Then, quite slowly as if to not break the comfortable silence, Obanai unraveled his bandages revealing the thick, jagged scar running across his jaw.

As promised, Sanemi asked nothing about it. In fact, his reaction was minimal and the only way you could tell he had registered it was from the way his eyes seemed to outline the scar. 

Quite suddenly then, nearly breaking the drowsy atmosphere, Sanemi lifted his hand, guiding Obanai's chin towards him.

"Can I kiss you?" the Wind Hashira asked, his lavender eyes focosed purely on the other's heterochromic ones.

When he recieved a nod, he leaned forward, his lips fitting like a well-placed puzzle piece against Obanai's.

Their eyes fluttered closed, nearly in sync, and it appeared as if the warmth had rose to a hotter temperature—though quite the opposite of an uncomfortable one.

They pulled away a couple seconds later, their cheeks tinted peek and their eyes look as alive and clear as ever.

Obanai reached for his bandages subconsciously but Sanemi held his hand down.

"Hm?"

He shook his head, his hair contrasting against Obanai's pitch-black locks as he rested his forehead against the other's.

"Can you keep them off?" he asked, referring to the bandages.

Obanai's eyes met Sanemi's and, upon seeing how intent he looked, he nodded. 

"For the time being," he murmured.

"Mm, alright," Sanemi said mindlessly.

They gazed at each other for some time and cicadas could be heard from somewhere around them, chirping in the heat. 

"Obanai?" Sanemi said after a long pause.

"Yes?"

Sanemi kissed him again, parting away for a second to say, "You shouldn't keep wearing that mask, Iguro. You still look hot as hell without it."

As he leaned in for another kiss, he noticed Obanai had on a small, almost relieved smile wavering sweetly as he closed the distance between them again.

{Word count: 463}

Y'all i'm such a fast typer I wrote this all in 9 minutes /srs

it's not that fast since it's only like 463 words but... yay! ✨ There will prolly be spelling mistakes bc of that but i can't bother looking thru it rn

also

two saneoba's in a row<3

(I wrote this originally on my notebook so)

[acacia-may]

Some Blog Updates, My Apologies, and Words of Explanation of What Has Been Going On Around Here Lately...

I really am sorry for the sporadic way that things are having to be run around here. For everyone who has pending asks and requests from months ago, I am so sorry I can't fulfill them for you right now. I have not forgotten about you and still plan to respond to all the asks as soon as I am feeling better. In an ideal world, I would respond to all asks in the order they were received and wouldn't have so many promises still pending out there, but unfortunately, that isn't something I can do right now due to serious chronic health issues.

I have still been writing a few self-indulgent pieces as a form of escapism & coping when I can, if only to try to keep my spirits up during what has been an extremely difficult time for my health, and I hope you all understand that this isn't me ignoring you in favor of working on personal projects rather than on fulfilling my obligations. I do genuinely feel very guilty for leaving you & your asks/requests hanging, but honestly writing "self-indulgence" is generally all I even barely have the energy for at the moment when it comes to fic writing since it takes the pressure off of making something "perfect" for the one who requested it and I find a little extra energy in my own passion and self-indulgence for the topic.

That said, I started that new ask game with the song + heacanon because it was easy for me (and didn't require a lot of effort or writing on my part) so I thought it was something I could actually fulfill for you as a thank you for being patient while you all wait for the bigger, more time-consuming asks.

I really am sorry for not explaining this better before, and if anyone has been confused or hurt by this, I am very, very sorry. That was never my intention. I have included more details below the cut in case anyone wants a more detailed explanation. These are not excuses, just my attempts to explain where things are and what's going on since I understand how it may look out of context and I didn't want there to be confusion or hurt feelings.

Thank you all for being so kind and so patient and for sticking around through all of this chaos! Cheers & much love to you all, friends! Please take care of yourselves. 🥰

As I'm sure some of you know from previous posts, I have been on and off hiatus due to severe chronic health issues for the past several months. The flare of my illness plus accompanying debilitating fatigue has unfortunately forced me to give up most things in my life (both online & in the real world) while I go for treatment & try to recover. Please know that it has never been by choice that I haven’t been around.

All of that said, writing fanfiction has always been a sort of an escape for me and a way for me to cope when I’m dealing with these kinds of serious health problems, so I have still been writing a little bit whenever I am able as a sort of outlet & escapism, but it’s mostly only the most self-indulgent pieces--trying to keep up spirits during what has been a very difficult time. To be perfectly honest with you, I feel the writing I have been doing recently has not been my best work, and I know there have been lots of problems with it (i.e. continuity errors with the canon, dumb spelling mistakes, and grammatical errors ect.) which have been kindly and constructively pointed out by others or mortifyingly noticed by me then fixed--and I do feel a little insecure about the roughness of my recent work to tell you the absolutely truth. 😅 That said, since it is mostly all self-indulgent, I tell myself that it's okay that it’s not perfect because it’s just for me.

Which leads me to the matter of my inbox and all the pending asks. I am so sincerely sorry for all the delays, and I have felt so guilty for having to leave everyone hanging. However, as you have probably guessed from my bleeding heart for fictional overachieving perfectionists, I myself am an overachieving perfectionist, and I know I would feel much guiltier trying to fulfill my requests knowing that whatever I could come up wouldn’t be my best work (since I am unfortunately lacking the health and energy to do that at the moment). I always want to give my best work to everyone who writes into this blog, but this is especially true when you have already had to wait such a very long time for something I have promised. I spend a lot of time on all of my headcanon and fic requests and answers to asks because I really just want it to be perfect and good enough for the person who asked for it. Since I feel like I can’t do that right now, I have decided to put the majority of my asks on hold rather than trying to fulfill asks with what I know will be my roughest work. I promise if you do have an ask in my inbox right now, I see you and I love you. I have not been ignoring you or forgotten you. I just want to give you my best work, and I can't do that right now so I've been holding on to your ask until I feel that I can.

All of that said, I have felt so bad and so guilty for leaving you all hanging (especially while I've been working on personal projects) so I thought of that new game I made because it was something I felt I could actually fulfill and complete, since it didn't require as much effort or writing on my part. It mostly consisted of songs that I pulled from fandom, character, and ship playlists I had already made, and the headcanon tends to go with the song in such basic terms it almost writes itself: i.e. the song mentions going to the beach, so the headcanon is this character’s favorite beach activity is building sandcastles (or something like that). It’s honestly just kind of silly but I felt I owed everyone something I thought I could do (if that makes sense?). The writers ask game I reblogged is just personal questions about my writing process—easy, short answers and low pressure, so that’s kind of in the same “I can do this category.” I plan to wrap up the asks for both of these games, and I don't know what will happen after that. Maybe we'll have to keep playing easier games like that for a little while or (hopefully) I'll be feeling well enough to circle back to more serious, time-consuming asks. I honestly can't say.

In the meantime, I wanted to reiterate how sorry I am for all the delays and also if there has been any distress, disappointment, miscommunication, or hurt feelings for how things have been having to be run around here. I'm sorry this blog has not been run in the way I had hoped or planned, but please know I am still trying my best to make wholesome content for you all to enjoy.

Thank you so much to everyone who has stuck around during this chaotic and difficult time and for your continued support! Cheers & Much Love!! 💕

[adarkrainbow]

In Nicholas Jubber's The Fairy Tellers, he discusses Giambattista Basile's ogres as creatures with a unique ability to see things as they are. They seem less monstrous than practical. He cites the political awareness of one and the ability of the ogre in The Flea to identify the titular flea. Interestingly, I noticed that this ogre is cheated of his promised spoils in a way not dissimilar to Princess Zoza in the frame story, and thus aligned with the heroine.

What are your thoughts on this ambiguous morality of Basile's ogres?

As a prelimenary note I do remind that I am not at all an expert on Basile and do not have the same in-depth knowledge of his fairytales as I have of Perrault and d'Aulnoy's, so my answer will be the one of a novice.

It is true that, from my readings, some ogres have this ability to know what things "truly are" - the guessing of the flea-skin, for example (which actually seems to be due to the ogre's smell since he sniffs it before answering - we have the precursor of ogres smelling human meat here), or how whenever a child of the ogre helps magically a victim (The Dove, The Golden Root) the ogre-parent knows who did the chore... But to turn this into one of the defining abilities of the ogre seems a bit stretched to be? Because in many tales, the ogres also show themselves to be unable to see things for what they are... In Violet/Viola the ogre mistakes a grown-up girl for his daughter out of a scatological joke. The blind-ogre of "The Seven Doves", while recognizing the voice of the girl as a girl, is then fooled by her brothers. The ogers of Corvetto are unable to see the obvious traps the hero prepares for them. The whole "vow of the ogre" motif precisely happens because the ogres do not know or cannot tell who is or where is the person that made for them somptuous meals or beautiful gifts... When ogres have such great knowledge of things, it is usually out of magical powers - such as the ogre of "The Story of the Ogre" who is spelled out to have a prescience due to his sorcerous abilities...

The topic of "seeing things as they really are" is however very present in Basile's ogre-tales ; and while the ogres might not be the ones who always see things for what they are - it is definitively important to see past appearances with them. Whenever a hero ends up rewarded by an ogre, it is because they saw past the ogre's hideous appearance and were polite with them, without fear or disgust (The Story of the Ogre ; The Three Fairies), and the shapeshifting ogre of "The Enchanted Doe" uses appearances against his victims. But again, this game of appearances is what causes one ogress' downfall - the ogress of Petrosinella is devoured by a wolf that mistakes her for a donkey...

All in all I do think this is a more complex and nuanced topic than what it might appear - but one thing that cannot be denied is that, indeed, the presence of the "game of appearances" is intentional on Basile's part and does tie into the over-arching themes of the framing story, which itself relies on disguises and treachery of appearances, and learning to see beyond appearances (which is also quite funny in a meta-literary way since it is a big old racist story...).

In fact, there is a clear evolution among the "ogre tales", that start out in the beginning of the Pentamerone with very-male oriented stories (the First Day has three ogre-tales, each with a male ogre as a villain), but slowly shifts into female focused tales (the ogre-tales of the Fifth Day are stuffed with ogresses everywhere, including the most expensive tale of The Golden Root with a total of nine ogresses forming one expensive clan, ten if you include the dead baby). This shift over the course of the book is clearly meant to evoke how the tales are slowly getting closer and closer to the conclusion of the over-arching story, how the fairytales become less symbolic and more direct illustrations of the frame-narrative. This is notably why the Golden Root literaly has the various elements of the frame-story (a maiden who has to obtain the heart and hand in marriage of her beloved, only to be opposed by wicked, ugly rival brides and negative, destructive female forces...).

But to identify the ogres as Zoza would be... wrong I guess? I don't think the ogre from the Flea is supposed to be Zoza, especially since he is clearly depicted as the villain of the story. If I had to make a guess, he rather is a metaphor for the "bad wedding", "the "wrong marriage" - and he would rather be a metaphor for the slave-bride, that tricks the prince/maiden into becoming their spouse. After all, the ogre does win the hand of the maiden out of a challenge imposed by an outer will (the father's skin-guessing game), the same way the marriage of the frame-story relies on a magical challenge (filling the jug with tears).

As for the moral ambiguity of the ogres, I do think it is because in the Italian folktales and imagination of the time, ogres were much closer to the concept we know of as "far folk". The orco/uerco clearly fills the job that was later taken over by witches, sorcerers and fairies ; and as I pointed out are considered as equivalent or relatives of fairies in Basile's own tales... The most obvious example would be Petrosinella, who "cousin tales" replace the ogress with a fairy or a witch ; similarly the backstory of the prince in "The Serpent" is a typical curse usually given by witches and fairies... So I do think this ambiguous morality is due to the very "fairy" nature of the orco/uerco, who are clearly denizens of the supernatural realm and inhuman beings, thus of alien mindset, hard to fit with human standards (which would explain why ogres never seem to be fully good - except maybe for the ogre of The Story of an Ogre, I love this guy).

After that, tales have to be taken one by one, and a case comes to my mind: "The Green Meadow/The Crystal Tunnel", this tale where I found so many different translated titles. In it we do have the most obvious example of an "ogre who sees things as they are" - since the ogre in this story keeps complaining and listing all the problems of societies, and ills of the world, and denounces the vices and flaws of our humanity works - plus he has an immense knowledge of medicine and healing, and keeps the secrets to heal enchanted wounds... But at the same time, the ogre and his wife are also clear hypocrites who do not practice what they preach, are just as wicked as the humans they denounce, and their immense knowledge is blind to the fact the so-called beggar in front of them is a woman in disguise with the intent to murder them... And this whole thing plays in the satirical and humoristic nature of the tale (because we have to constantly remember that the Pentamerone, like the Facetious Nights, was primarily an humoristic, comical work with the intent to make people laugh or smile).

But yes, the moral ambiguity of Basile's uercos is something that needs to be noticed, especially since it shows the clear evolution of the "ogre figure", from a dangerous but sometimes helpful entity in Italian fairytales, to the pure villain it is in French ones, as numerous roles of the "orco" get taken over by fairies, good or wicked, and witches/enchanters.

[gurugirl]

Heya Guru!

I promise this absolutely isn’t aimed at you - your writing is incredible!! I just wanted to ask for some advice…

There are a few accounts who post great fics but their spelling, grammar and punctuation just isn’t all there e.g all lowercase, no paragraphs, no quotation marks… little things like that…

It sounds like I’m nitpicking so badly but I really appreciate and enjoy attention to details like that when reading!🥰 Do you think (coming from a genuine place of good intent) it’s acceptable to for to give a bit of constructive criticism to writers on here and suggest grammatical changes when they’re consistently wrong? It makes for much smoother reading and helps the story flow I think!

As a writer yourself I’d love to know whether it’d cause unnecessary offence or if you think it’s worth mentioning? I know people write on here just for fun so they might not want to hear it, and it’s so amazing that people share their creativity so the last thing I’d want to do is hurt someone’s feeling by calling out their errors if it’s the wrong thing to do 💓 I just really enjoy reading what everyone has and would hate to have to avoid certain work because of things like that.

Please please let me know if you think I’m being unreasonable and I’m so sorry if so! I really don’t want this to come across as shady or hurtful to any current or prospective writers! Hope you can help, ily xxxx

Hi hon! I think there are a few things to think about when reading fic where you find consistent mistakes… the first is that it is just a hobby for most of us. Some purposely have everything in lowercase because it’s easier for them to type it that way, others may not speak English as a first language, and other times it could just be someone kind of starting out to writing or not proofreading their work/not having time to proofread.

Published authors have their books professionally edited and revised while here on tumblr we’re doing everything on our own.

I can’t actually think of any good reason to point out errors to a fic writer unless they are asking for that kind of critique or if the error takes away from the plot or development of the story somehow. In general a misspell or errors in punctuation/capitalization won’t take away from the actual story.

And of course, it’s a personal preference for the reader to decide to skip reading something if they just can’t get over the mistakes and that’s okay too! We all like what we like!

I would refrain from pointing out such errors and just skip reading if it’s hard to get yourself through it.

Now!! 😂 that being said, some writers might have no problem when someone points out those errors. I’ve had people say things to me about spellings and other issues and I’ve gone in and corrected and felt thankful that it was pointed out to me. So it depends! I would err on caution though so keep that in mind.

With that in mind, big blocks of text without paragraphs are (for me) unreadable as well. But I’d probably just move on rather than pointing it out.

Maybe someone else can chime in with their thoughts too but I appreciate how kind you were about saying this. 💕💕

Xoxo

[majoresca]

How can Cedric see the Amulet on the neck of a griffin on top of a statue in the distance, and not notice that a lilac cat has the same item, right in front of him!?

Does Cedric have poor vision up close, but better vision from a distance?

( Can we add hyperopia to the list of additional reasons, in why Cedric makes mistakes in his own spells?)

I agree that he would say that Wormwood's desire to take the amulet was just a ravens thing. It would be a convincing argument, and he could say he was trying to remedy this habit from Wormwood, to avoid suspicion against himself.

Even if Clover had suspected Cedric's actions and told Sofia everything, perhaps she ignored his warnings.

But why would Sofia ignore Clover's warnings, even if he was her friend?

Because until then, she trusted Cedric and thought he had good intentions, but that he was misunderstood for making mistakes.

And that everyone always thought badly of him, without always having a better reason on why, besides him being a bit of a clumsy.

Which perhaps to her, would be unfair of them for not trusting Cedric, just because he made some mistakes.

After all, in addition to his job being to serve and protect the royal family, he is a childhood friend of her stepfather, king Roland.

In her understanding, he would have the same consideration for her as the other children of the king, Amber and James. Because she was part of the royal family now, and he would have accepted her as a new member of the royal family as well.

Sofia could also have avoided thinking badly of Cedric, because she would have known how much of the castle's members already had a bad opinion of him and how much that affected him.

Because Sofia would have heard several people criticizing the sorcerer on many different occasions, with or without him knowing.

And that despite Cedric's bad mood and occasional sarcasm, he would be hurt to hear criticism from the new princess too.

Cedric also always presented his actions with the purpose of helping her in some way, which would make her assume that the intentions to help her were genuine.

In the pilot, Once Upon a Princess , Cedric himself informs Sofia about the amulet's abilities: the blessings and curses it would be capable of causing to the user. When she had just received the welcome gift to the royal family from king Roland.

Sofia could have interpreted that Cedric wanted to prove himself useful to the king and the royal family.

By informing them that the amulet, despite being known to protect and help princesses, could end up cursing them, and even putting them in danger by placing her as a target to ill-intentioned people. Who would want to steal their amulet, even harming them and the royal family in the process of getting it.

( Ironic, with the same intentions that Cedric actually had, but that Sofia didn't know until then.)

Consequently, with the revelation of the extent of the amulet's powers, king Roland could end up feeling guilty for having left her in danger. And he would be resentful of accidentally giving a gift to his new stepdaughter something that could hurt her.

Sofia wouldn't want to give the impression that she didn't trust Roland, much less wanted him to feel the same way Cedric felt. Even though Cedric's intentions were to help her, she didn't want her new father to feel bad about himself.

And of course, she wouldn't want to cause more conflict between Roland and Cedric, by giving the impression that she trusted the royal sorcerer more than her own stepfather. By breaking the promise to wear the amulet and handing it over to the royal sorcerer, so that he could confirm their doubts about the item.

That would make her think that despite the mistakes Cedric made or the suspicious attitudes he had, that he was just trying to help her.

She must have thought that he was only interested in getting the amulet, because he was afraid something would happen to her because of it.

Since protecting the royal family would be one of his duties as a royal sorcerer, that he was just trying to do his job and would be worried about her.

And his reasons for wanting to study the Amulet of Avalor, would be to guarantee princess Sofia's safety.

However, in order not to scare her about the gift Roland gave her, Cedric would be trying to make "excuses" to get the amulet from her, without making her think that her stepfather's gift would have been something that would harm her in some way.

Sofia would then think that Cedric's intentions would be good, but that his concern about her would be unnecessary. Because she would want to show that she trusted in her new father, and that she wouldn't disappoint him by breaking the promise she made to him.

@shychick-52 @sweetmariihs2 @mushroomsie224 @cedric-my-beloved @naoisbroke @the-gayest-show

Couple things I wondered:

- In 'Sofia the Second', Clover must have been freaked the hell out that Cedric tried trading him to that duke's daughter for Sofia's amulet, even if he didn't know why Cedric was doing it. Like, it must have been sus as hell to Clover! You'd think Clover would have told Sofia about that! If he did, I wonder how Sofia responded.

Then again, when Sofia found Cedric with Clover and the girl, she said "Thank you so much for playing with Joy while I was gone! Oh, and you found Clover!" So... if Clover told Sofia he tried trading him for the amulet, maybe Sofia would have just thought it was a game?? But I can still see Clover being very wary of him after that...

- In 'When You Wish Upon a Well, when Wormwood openly told kitty Sofia that he was going to take her amulet in the wishing well episode (how the heck did Cedric not see the amulet on the cat?? I mean, he instantly saw it on the griffen in 'The Amulet of Avalor', and the griffen was perched high up) instead of helping her, and even chased her through the entire episode to steal it, how did both Sofia and Clover (who was with her) not get suspicious?? Even if they didn't suspect Cedric, they must have wondered why Wormwood was acting so 'strange' (especially Sofia)??

I wonder why Sofia acted like that never happened after that! Like, she never acted wary of Wormwood after that episode. And you'd think she would have told Cedric about Wormy's behavior (who would have been no doubt SHOCKED to learn the cat had been Sofia, and also *horrified* that he missed the perfect chance to take her amulet)... I think once Cedric got over the initial shock, he would have sputtered out some excuse for Wormwood... like "Oh, ravens are very attracted to shiny things, just like the griffens!"

@majoresca @sweetmariihs2 @cedric-my-beloved @ushsblog @naoisbroke @the-gayest-show

[alohajun]

♡ BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND — KIM MINGYU

brother's best friend!mingyu x fem!reader (ft. brother!wonwoo) | wc : 0.5k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, fluff, angst if you squint, gyu being a flirt and it backfiring on him lmao | loki's lines : it's 1am who cares but ayo @ethereal-engene ash here's 1 outta the 2738924 ideas i suddenly have for this man 😭 he's not even my bias (and i don't even write for svt) but ykw dk doesn't have to know

“hey, hey, hey! look, it’s my favorite best friend’s sister!”

it was almost two weeks of kim mingyu visiting you whenever he could to brighten up your day and fill in for your brother.

ever since wonwoo left abroad to study, you were a mess. and mingyu knew that — which was why he volunteered to check on you every so often before his best friend could even ask the favour.

mingyu could never admit it to wonwoo, but the truth was he had a crush on you — and just couldn’t bear to see you so sad. but little by little with his visits, he brought a smile on your face.

and little by little, you started falling for your brother’s best friend.

you never really meant to, but with mingyu being so caring, there was no way you could stop yourself from liking him. sure, he was your brother’s best friend, and if your brother found out, he’d probably end you both, but that problem would never arise.

because you were so damn sure nothing would ever happen between you two.

“your brother said you cried during your video-call with him earlier.” mingyu sat next to you, his voice soft. “you know, we can talk about it. it’ll just be between us, i promise.”

this was exactly why you kept falling for your brother’s best friend; he was an absolute gem.

“when we were together, wonwoo would nag me every day, but now it’s not as often,” you muttered. “weirdly enough, i miss it.”

“well, i mean, i can always nag you. you know, just consider me your big brother. i’m your brother’s best friend, anyway, right?” mingyu bit his lip, regretting his choice of words as soon as they left his lips.

“there’s no need for that.” you scoffed, shaking your head. “i have no intention of considering you as my brother.”

the male raised his brows, surprised by your response. “oh? then what do you want to consider me as? your boyfriend?” he playfully responded, leaning closer to your face as he grinned.

“w-what? no, i–”

“your husband?!” mingyu enjoyed the way the heat rushed to your cheeks, feeling his heart flutter when you pouted at him. “wah, i didn’t think you’d have such long-term plans with me.”

you chuckled, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine. “of course, i planned for the long-term, gyu.” you leant closer, smile never fading. “i also came up with baby names. wanna hear?” you quipped.

the seriousness in your voice paired with the proximity of your faces was too much for mingyu, causing him to choke on air as you laughed, satisfied with the outcome. you had played an uno reverse on your brother’s best friend, and he seemed to believe every word.

“w-wait, are you for real?” he couldn’t help but ask, not having noted the sarcasm behind your voice. “like, baby names and all?”

you stood from your place, walking towards the door before looking back. mingyu followed your steps, the clueless look on his face giving you butterflies with how adorable he looked.

“take me out on a date first and we can find out if the baby names are real.”

[silkythewriter]

“I see her in you, you have those same eyes I fell in love with all those century’s ago”

Summary!: He knew he would find you again, he could recognize that soul from miles away. You were a lost lover of his you just didn’t know but he’ll make you fall for him all over again. And that’s a promise// Plot for this request: recreated S/O

Small warning!: Their will be mentions of abuse I understand if you feel uncomfortable please ignore this post and continue your day! Take care of yourself and there’s always someone out their to help you! Take care//sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes

Small note!: this was requested by anon in Messages <3/all ideas from anon!

Fandom!: Hellsing

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He knew it was you, the minute you came in eye range he knew it was you. You were all the same as he remembered all those centuries ago, those glowing eyes, and that beautiful face

You were at your house, hiding and holding a gun you barely know how to use. But you had to make do as a small group of ghouls destroyed your street And multiple have broken down your front door in order to get in. You didn’t know how much time you had left Considering how loud the groans and clawing at the bed room door.

You had hidden in the far Conor of a small closet you had. You desperately tried to steady your breath, it felt as if your heart was about to jump out of your chest and run away. You said a few prayers as you put your free hand over the neck less of the cross Alexander gave you that laid on your chest and shut your eye hopping for some mercy from whatever god was up there. But then you heard the old wooden door creek in agony as it burst open giving in to the ghouls that knocked it down. You cursed yourself for not replacing the old thing, you mumbled your last words before shutting your eyes waiting for something to burst into the closet. Yet nothing came

You listened intently waiting for a familiar groan or a creek of a floor board but the room stayed silent. You only softly open the door of the closet leaving a small crack for you to see in, you looked out and scanned around the room but seeing nothing. You took this as a time to run and burst out of the closet before bolting out of the room, but you suddenly got tackled to the ground making your head bang against it roughly making some blood trickle down you’d forehead. But you paid no mind to it and quickly shifted to get the ghoul off you, once freed you pointed the gun at it getting ready to pull the trigger but suddenly you felt someone behind you. You turned slowly as horror paired your face, a ghoul had been standing behind you jaw open getting ready to bite down on your skull but suddenly a gloved had shot through its chest making blood splatter on you, you stumbled back in shock as the other ghoul was shot straight through the head

Finally once the ghouls body fell to the floor you met face to face with a black haired man, his orange glasses covering his eyes. You only looked the other way to see where the shot was fired only to see a blond girl a bit younger then you wave awkwardly as she gave a small worried smile “I- what- who are you guys?!” You yelled in bewilderment as you kept shift your eyes to one and the other “wait it’s alright! We’re not here to hurt you!” The blonde girl said as she waved both her hands in defense. You only stared at them as your head began thumping and your eyes fell in and out of focus, the injury to your head finally caught up to you as your legs became unstable. You placed one of your hands on your head and the other on the cross before mumbling incoherent words and passing out

Once your eyes fluttered opened you looked around the small plain room you were in, you shifted a bit to get a better view before realizing you were in a bed with a Cotten sheet thrown over you “what the? Where am I?” You questioned yourself in confusion as to how you got here, only for a man to answer your question “you are at the Hellsing Manor, sorry for the rude intrusion M’lady” a Radom voice said making you jump slightly. You scanned the room before spotting an old man in the door way who you assumed to be some kind of servant due to his clothing. You only nodded even in more confusion as you never heard of it “I left you some fresh clothes right at the end of your bed, once done just call me over and I’ll take you to sir intigra, oh and you may call me Walter I apologize for my rudeness” he said giving a small bow before walking off leaving you alone once again

You quickly got out of the bed still confused and scared but deciding maybe following along for now would be a good idea (Plot convince ay?) you put on the clothes left for you before wondering out of the room and walking a bit trying to determine if there was any exist. But after a few minutes you quickly got lost in the big mansion, you could have sworn you passed the same picture frame multiple times. After a few more minutes you finally gave up and called for the black haired man as you awkwardly stood next to a random plot plant

Once he arrived he quickly escorted you to a big office with a big window in it, the moon being the only light source. “Sir Integra's, she has awoken would you like me to leave her with you?” Walter said as he made a sign to move forward which you did, you were waiting for a man to answer but got confused when a woman told him to pull you a seat while waving her hand to dismiss him. Once he pulled out a seat for you near her office desk he took his leave and left the two of you alone

Finally the woman looked up from her paper work and her eyes met yours, you only gulped as a pit formed in your throat. You were quick to look away as you scratched the back of your neck. She noticed your discomfort and only sighed explaining the situation, the best way to sum up the conversation is basically her dumping the information about you being the past lover of a vampire of hers and how you got here, when I say you where shocked,shook,confused,flabbergasted,and absolutely dumbfounded I mean it, I mean it not a normal occurrence that you find out you were a past partner to some 500+ year old demon. She didn’t pay any mind to your shock and simply explained that you’d be staying here while your head recovers and most likely working here if you want to keep a steady income. You didn’t take this to well as you can expect and tried arguing with her even trying to bribe her to let you out but she didn’t budge and only kept on explaining on what you’ll be working as for the organization

Needless to say you were confused angry and overall overwhelmed with the dump of information thrown on you, the only upside is that they let you roam around to get use to the large manor before lights out. You took this time to actually make sure you didn’t get loss and you also took notes of any exist points, finally you made your way back to your room exhausted from todays events but once you entered the room you groaned at the sight of a tall lanky man sitting at the edge of the bed. He only chuckled before standing up and walking over to you “and who are you the vampire?” You said tiredly but in a joking manner just wanting to refreshen your mood only to get totaled by reality as he laughed and answered yes

At this point you were fed up and somehow just pushed him outta your room so you could rest up cause you definitely needed it after these events

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Honestly if took some time Getting use to the new schedule you were shoved into but you made it work. But luckily you did befriend seras! She was very helpful in showing you around and some short cuts in the manor which helped you a lot! But there was also some downsides, like her helping alucard court you by “accidentally” leaving you with him, you knew damn well he made her but you most likely did have the energy to fight

This was almost a weekly to daily occurrence for you, until you finally gave in and let him talk to you and honestly it wasn’t as horrible as you would imagine you guys had a pleasant talk together as he drank what you hopped was whine of some sort but you knew better but still it’s better to imagine it as something it really isn’t. Either way Walter made you some tea to enjoy as you guys talked. It felt as if everyone was in on trying to get you with the vampire

Finally after many months ( 9 or 8 if your stubborn) you finally caved and gave it a chance but still reminded him that even if you were his past lover that doesn’t mean you owe him anything or have to be with him which he only waved off and understood

You were pleasantly surprised at how smooth it was going considering the rough start you guys had, it did take some time for the relationship to reach to reach somewhat normalcy but even then it was hard to reach that when your dating something you assumed was myth a of generations. But either way you made it work, and somehow you did end up falling for him again you can say

Once you guys got out of that awkward stage you started to warm up to calling him your partner but you did want to know more about his past life and some of yours which he gladly did but did leave out some traumatic events you probably wouldn’t like to hear, he didn’t enjoy lying to you but it was for the best

He was quick to try and get you to move your stuff to his room, like one day you walked into your room to see it completely stripped of any furniture you had. Seras just stood behind you laughing nervously and scratching her arm.” So uhm hehe funny thing- Alucard and Integra thought it would be a good idea for you to move in with alucard in his room cause of all the recent attacks, and sense your human you can’t really how do I put this lightly- uhm defend you self, NOTTOSAYYOUCANTYOUTOTALLYCANIJUSTMEAN-“ seras continued to say trying not to offend you, but you laughed off “yea I’d thought something like this would happen considering who I’m with” you said waving you hand side to side to blow it off “oh? So your not mad” she said chuckling in relief you only shrugged as already use to strange this such as this to happen, you were abit upset but if anything didn’t get broken or thrown away you didn’t really mind but you would have to be honest with yourself his room was a big off putting to say the least-

It was dimly lit and all you saw was his golden thrown, but off to the side you could make out a shape of a bed you assumed was meant to be yours, but it was a bit to big to be the old one you slept in, finally you’d decided to take another good look around. The basement was more revamped then you remember, it was more suited for a human which you happily liked but still needed some time getting use to, you also took a mental note to bring a few more candles or lights in here cause the setting was a bit off putting

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Alucard usually wants to sleep with you even if he has to sleep in a coffin, sometimes he just ditches it and lays down next to you , he doesn’t necessarily sleep but he does hold you in his arms to make sure your safe. After all those years he is hella protective now

He’s like your shadow, following you till the ends of the earth and raising when the moon is glowing as bright as those eyes he fell in love with, I won’t say he’s a hopeless romantic or anything but I will say he does know how to flatter you and compliment you

He’s more flirty then anything to be honest but on rare moments when you guys are alone he is sometimes just soft and relaxed, sometimes he just wants to be near you and hear your heart beat and breath. It’s a bit weird not gonna lie but it’s sweet to see how soft he gets around you when alone (๑˃////˂)

If you guys are alone he lets you play with his hair, it’s a bit messy at times but he always ends up cleaning it and brushing it out with your help, he just loves the feeling of your hands and nails softly drag along his scalp as you massage it with such care

You guys do have some bumps like in any relationships but your guys problems are bit more complicated, you see he wants to turn you into a vampire so he doesn’t have to see you go again, but you refuse to give up your humanity to be with him, you loved him of course but it was a no go for you, he tries convincing you hundreds upon hundreds of times but you would budge so he respected your dissuasion. He was a bit bitter but he understood why you most likely didn’t want to but he still has a small bit of hope one day you’ll agree but he knows it’s just foolish and hopeful thinking

Integra was like an aunt to you so whenever you came for comfort after anything serious like that she usually keeps you and alucard in separate rooms not for safety or anything but just for you guys to have time to yourselves and think before anything

Integra and Seras are your go to people for any help you need sense at this point after being with them and working in the manor so long you see them as more of a family then anything

Alucard may or may have not stolen some of your blood when you were bleeding form the first day you met him, Don’t worry though it’s not for anything bad, just a bit worrisome (〜￣▽￣)〜 you see he used it to mix with his blood so he knows how your feeling and such, it’s in the small heart bracelet he got you that he makes you wear 23/7 is it a bit weird? Yes- does he care? I think you guys know the answer

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Once alucard found out you were associated with Alexander himself, oh boy the tension in the air is thick

You see, Alexander is like a father figure to you, him and you go way back to your childhood, he saved you from your not so friendly guardian, he didn’t take lightly to their defense and quickly took you to the orphanage while leaving a very unholy scene for such a holy man

If you go back to the third bullet I made, you can see that he gifted you a necklace as a gift after all you are like a daughter to him

Anyway back to alucard, he didn’t find it a pleasant scene when he saw you outside the manor running over to Alexander and hugging him to death, jealousy is all that filled his thoughts but he kept his sinful smile as he waited for you to invite the man in

The fight that in sued was a very messy one, vases and other items where broken and things where thrown. seras had to step in along with Walter to pull them apart. Needless to say you were just standing In the middle watching from the side as they fought like dogs

You and alucard had a very serious talk that night 💀

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Extra<3

He loves when you sit in his lap while he sits on this thrown, it’s his favorite thing to do after getting back from fighting all day basically

Trains you to use a gun in case he’s not there on the rare chance!

Seras and you once forced him to wear makeup- how you got him to do it? She had no idea but he looked priceless

He picks you up randomly (no matter weight cmon yall his a vampire 💀) and just carries you to the room to talk about your day and chill out with him, seras finds it cute but annoying cause you two can be in the middle of a talk and you just get swiped away!

Needless to say you two are an interesting pare but he promises himself to follow you where ever you go, where ever your soul goes. He’ll follow you to the depths of hell if he needs to anything to be with you<3

[hanluex]

♡ BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND — JJ MAYBANK

brother's best friend!jj x fem!reader (ft. brother!john b) | wc : 0.5k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, fluff, angst if you squint, jj being a flirt and it backfiring on him lmao

“hey, hey, hey! look, it’s my favorite best friend’s sister!”

it was almost two weeks of jj maybank visiting you whenever he could to brighten up your day and fill in for your brother.

ever since john b left outerbanks for work, you were a mess. and jj knew that — which was why he volunteered to check on you every so often before his best friend could even ask the favour.

jj could never admit it to john b, but the truth was he had a crush on you — and just couldn’t bear to see you so sad. but little by little with his visits, he brought a smile on your face.

and little by little, you started falling for your brother’s best friend.

you never really meant to, but with jj being so caring, there was no way you could stop yourself from liking him. sure, he was your brother’s best friend, and if your brother found out, he’d probably end you both, but that problem would never arise.

because you were so damn sure nothing would ever happen between you two.

“your brother said you cried during your video-call with him earlier.” jj sat next to you, his voice soft. “you know, we can talk about it. it’ll just be between us, i promise.”

this was exactly why you kept falling for your brother’s best friend; he was an absolute gem.

“when we were together, john b would nag me every day, but now it’s not as often,” you muttered. “weirdly enough, i miss it.”

“well, i mean, i can always nag you. you know, just consider me your big brother. i’m your brother’s best friend, anyway, right?” jj bit his lip, regretting his choice of words as soon as they left his lips.

“there’s no need for that, maybank.” you scoffed, shaking your head. “i have no intention of considering you as my brother.”

the male raised his brows, surprised by your response. “oh? then what do you want to consider me as? your boyfriend?” he playfully responded, leaning closer to your face as he grinned.

“w-what? no, i–”

“your husband?!” jj enjoyed the way the heat rushed to your cheeks, feeling his heart flutter when you pouted at him. “woah, i didn’t think you’d have such long-term plans with me.”

you chuckled, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine. “of course, i planned for the long-term, maybank.” you leant closer, smile never fading. “i also came up with baby names. wanna hear?” you quipped.

the seriousness in your voice paired with the proximity of your faces was too much for jj, causing him to choke on air as you laughed, satisfied with the outcome. you had played an uno reverse on your brother’s best friend, and he seemed to believe every word.

“w-wait, are you for real?” he couldn’t help but ask, not having noted the sarcasm behind your voice. “like, baby names and all?”

you stood from your place, walking towards the door before looking back. jj followed your steps, the clueless look on his face giving you butterflies with how adorable he looked.

“take me out on a date first and we can find out if the baby names are real.”

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Now that I've cooled down a bit, I can say that this is a very fair question to ask. Here's a list I've compiled if people are feeling stuck, using my latest chapter as an example.

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Essentially, the art of leaving comments is about paying attention to what you like in a story, and then cluing us on to it. And comments aren't just limited to these suggestions. They can be of any length, they can be articulate, or they can be feral rambles that you leave at three in the morning. 99% of us aren't terribly picky about comments. I've adored comments that were several paragraphs long, and I've adored comments that were nothing but keyboard smashes. I'm fine with either. You can tell us all of these things, you can tell us nothing of these things and instead talk about something else. There are very few types of comments that people don't like, but I'll go over the two biggest pet peeves I have:

A 'give us more!' with nothing else attached. This isn't a compliment, it's more of a demand. And seeing as fanfic authors work for free, it just doesn't feel good.

Giving constructive criticism when it wasn't asked for. (Honestly, this has a lot of variation to it, I like it when people point out grammar/spelling mistakes so I can patch them up. But if I get a comment that was like, 'This was okay, but why didn't you take the story in this direction? That'd be a lot more interesting,' then I'd probably be bummed out. Tread carefully if constructive criticism wasn't explicitly asked for.)

And, there you have it. Remember, this list isn't including everything, this is just a sampler. There's no specific format to this, it's all free form.

And... if you're feeling shy, and worried that you'll be bothering us, that's fair. Putting yourself out there for the author to see is very hard, and I totally understand where you'd be coming from. But I can promise you, you're not. The truth is, many of us who write put ourselves out there to be seen by others. And we want to be recognized. So- no, you won't bother us.

'you have a lot of silent lovers on this planet' - okay, great. but- speaking up would *really* be helpful sometimes. if people like the stuff i produce, i want to know. i feel like i've been shouting into a void recently.

yeah, admittedly, i probably should have just continued the godfathers story as it was instead of going on hiatus and starting it from scratch, but that old version wasn't that good and wasn't what i wanted it to be. and i worked really hard on v.2, and it's just- getting no response at all. 9 chapters, one comment?

and like- i feel like shit for dragging this out into the open, because *forced* compliments are some of the worst kinds an artist can receive slfkslkfjlsdf

i dunno man, i'm at a loss. that story will be published because it's done, and i'm working on book 2 now. and book 2 will come out on its own time. but really, it's hard to produce anything and get no response at all.

comments are ways for artists to feel less lonely. less like our art is for nothing. i'm doing these stories for me, but- the response has been so quiet. it's just disheartening.

[rayondeneige]

(Happy Birthday Alice @adecila ! I am still so so very sorry I messed up the days 🥺 ! I love you with everything I have... more of course even if I make mistakes) 

Way Too Good at Goodbyes - A Dramione Drabble 

Time stopped. 

Never mess with time. 

It was one of the first things he ever learned when it came to magic; never mess with time. Because it was the finickiest magic you could touch; you could pass by. 

It stopped anyway.

An abrupt halt in a never ending war that stopped ticking just long enough for him to hear her scream, to echo the recurring nightmare he had engraved in his mind and her forearm. 

It felt like deja vu in the worst possible way. Almost 6 years later and she sounded exactly the same. 

Time stopped to let him know it was about to end. 

He took a ragged breath, looking inside her eyes —drowning in firewhiskey, in liquid flames and tears of pain. He saw pain, defiance, regret and resolve. He saw enough to know she lied to him, enough to know she had been ready to die all along, to give her life to the cause, to give his heart and try to save the world and win this war that was going on for so long he could barely remember the years before. 

She lied and made promises she had no intention to keep, promises of staying alive printed against his cold lips, seared on top of his dark mark like a game, like a claim, like a taunt to everything it represented. 

She lied and promised him to stay alive. 

And yet … yet she was here dying. 

“That’s it?” he had spat bitterly in her direction the night before, angry at her, at the world, at every corpse and every tradition laying between them, “we’ll say goodbye across a battlefield?” 

She had shook her head slowly, another lie, another promise. Her hand searching for his jaw, undeterred by his brusque movement to get away like she knew him enough to know he would react that way, like she was taming an animal. 

Because she was. 

“Draco,” she had started in a whisper, knowing exactly how his name sounded like salvation out of her mouth, “we are saying goodbye now.” 

He never could say goodbye. 

But she said it with her lips in every corner of his pale skin, with her tongue running around the landmine on his chest, with her golden thighs wrapped around his waist and her unruly curls caging his face. 

The golden girl. The brightest witch of her age. The brightest moments in his life. 

She had said goodbye the same way she said I love you… like it was the last thing she would ever say, like it was the most important cause she’ll ever fight for. 

“Hermione,” he croaked out in present time, loud enough to make his aunt cackle, loud enough to make the Incarcerous feel a bit tighter around his throat. 

He didn’t mind. 

He wouldn’t survive this anyway. He couldn’t survive the beginning of a world without her in it. If they were to die here, he was okay with his last breath wrapping around her name like a blanket. 

He looked down at the puddle of her blood slowly reaching him, seeping into his pants, warming the knee he cracked when his leg buckled under him. 

Blood as red as ruby.

He wondered briefly if his parents could see it, if his aunt could see that it was impossible to differentiate their blood; to see where he began and where she ended. 

She let out a whimper, shrapnels of pain tearing at his soul, making him say her name again with the broken fragments of it, blood dripping down his chin to his chest like a trail to his heart. 

She was dying. 

She was dying and he was trapped with an Incarcerus reeking of his mother’s magic, strong enough to keep him in place but weak enough to let him struggle, to make him beg for her life, to make him try and fail to save her. 

Again. 

He knew why they didn’t stupefy him. They wanted to torture him with her death, to make him see her end as a lesson. Granger was his own Cruciatus, turning his bones to dust. 

He could only struggle against the magic, whimper her name like it was a spell he didn’t yet mastered, turning his muggle wedding band around the wrong finger. 

He wished he could have worn it on the right finger, he wished he could meet the end of it all while being hers. 

It was his fault. 

All of it was his fault. 

He had been selfish and careless somehow; careless with his time, with his mind, with their secret he couldn’t protect in the end. He hadn’t succeed in shielding them behind his occlumency wall, in shielding her. 

“I saw her in your mind.” Bellatrix was taunting him, running her dirty fingernails around her jaw repeating a pattern she could have only seen in his mind… or hers. 

He looked at Hermione, breathing a thousand sorrys in her direction, trying to build his walls around every memory he had of her and them, of the love and the promises they shared knowing it was too late. 

It was too late. 

“I love you,” she mouthed to him across her puddle of blood, with a wand at her throat, collapsing his walls all together. She was shivering, giving him the last bits of her he didn’t deserve, giving him the only thing he couldn’t lose in this never ending war. 

“I love you,” he said softly, resonating like a Bombarda in the donjon, crashing like pureblood traditions he was ready to smash in his ancestral home, echoing around his mother cry, cracking the air like a secret he had no reason to keep anymore.  

Bellatrix was screaming around him. Blood traitor. Mud Lover. 

None of it was louder than his words. None of it was louder than Hermione's ragged breath when she begged him to close his eyes. 

The last thing you’ll see is me, he promised her in his mind with reverence, refusing to close his eyes, refusing to be the coward they all knew he was. 

The last thing he’ll remember would be her. 

[cryoayaka]

Chuuya x reader; Forgotten dinner date

A/N: Hahah okay so Admin Bun and I decided to get a little bit more active and write more. So if you want to you can request stuff :] And btw thank you so much for liking our first Lucas x reader post :) -Admin JeJey :3

Genre: angst to fluff

Warnigns: angst, fluff, grammar and spelling mistakes

Word count: 1k+

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You just finished preparing the meal for yours and Chuuyas dinner date. The two of you set up this date because Chuuya was awfully busy lately and he just came home when you were already asleep and had to wake up far before you, so the two of you rarely saw each other.

So, the two of you set up this dinner date to just spent some time with each other and Chuuya made sure to finish work early today.

It was already way past 10 and you didn’t want to wait any longer. You were angry as you put his portion of food in the fridge.

But not only were you angry, you were mostly disappointed in him. He promised to finish work early and to spent time with you after all. You were so frustrated that the tears you held in just floated down your cheeks.

As you made yourself ready for bed you heard how the front door slowly opened and you heard Chuuya’s sloppy boots on the floor.

You didn’t want to face him because you were still so angry, but you couldn’t just go to sleep without an explanation.

So, you went in the living room and spoke “Where have you been Chuuya? I waited 3 hours just for you. I thought we had a date?”

You could see that he wasn’t in the best mood but that was now irrelevant for you. “I’m sorry you know.” He replied clearly not wanting to argue with you now. “But work was just so much, and I wanted to finish it fast but something important came up.” You scoffed and said “Oh really? More important than to spent time with your s/o once in a while?”

Chuuya grew more and more impatient now. He had a long day and just wanted to go to bed and sleep. Of course, he felt terrible about the dinner date, but work was work and he can’t just ignore it. And the least he wanted was for you two to argue now.

“It isn’t always everything about you. Don’t be so selfish all the time. You know I have work that I have to do. And it isn’t a surprise for you, is it now? You new I was in the mafia and that I cannot neglect them because of you. Or do you expect me to throw everything away just for you? Don’t be always such an attention seeker.” He said in an angry tone making you slightly tremble.

You were a little scared about the consequences of this argument, but you wouldn’t back down before he does because he was at fault now and not you. “Don’t you think I know that! I barely saw you the last few weeks.” You began to tear up a bit. “I want to be able to see you more than a few times a week. I am just so tired of not seeing you for days or even weeks straight. I just want you.”

Now the tears started to fall. It wasn’t your intention to cry now, and you knew it wasn’t making anything better, but you just couldn’t keep the tears in.

Chuuya now realized too that you started crying and he didn’t know what to do. His least intension was to make you cry. “Fuck.” He cursed under his breath.

Chuuya was so overwhelmed that he couldn’t take it anymore and just said “I’m to fucking tired for this shit. I’m going to bed.” And with that he went to your shared bedroom and went to bed.

You stood in the living room, still hurt and angry from the argument and Chuuyas reaction. Because you couldn’t and wouldn’t face him right now you decided it would be the best if you just slept on the couch. So, you went to a dresser and took some bedding out of it and made yourself comfortable on the couch.

Chuuya laid in bed awake waiting for you to come. After half an hour he realized that you wouldn’t come and that you probably slept on the couch for the night. He felt bad but it was so difficult for Chuuya to apologize and comfort you and he thought that maybe it would all be better in the morning.

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In the middle of the night Chuuya woke up but not for the first time this night. He couldn’t sleep because of how guilty he felt. He knew he was at fault and that you were sleeping on the couch because he made a mistake. He missed you too, don’t get him wrong, but the mafia was his life, and he wouldn’t give that up nor did he have a choice anyway.

So, he pulled the covers away and stumped with sloppy steps in the living room where he saw you sleeping peacefully on the small couch. He immediately felt bad and remembered the argument you two had earlier.

He crouched down besides your sleeping form and stroked your cheek with his hand. “I’m sorry baby. I screwed up and I know that it’s all my fault. I hope you can forgive me. I love you so much and I miss you a lot. Work is just so much and so tiring lately but I never wanted to neglect you like that. I know I’m a complete asshole and that I don’t deserve you, but you are the most important thing in my life and whenever I have a shitty day you always manage to cheer me up and you are the reason I keep going. I know I don’t tell you enough how much you mean to me, but I really do love you so so much and I just want to make you happy. And I obviously failed. I’m sorry babe.” He smiled sadly as he picked you up bridals style ready to take you to bed with him.

Just as he wanted to move you stirred in his grip and slowly opened your eyes. You were still half asleep, and your vision was slightly blurry. “What do you think you’re doing, Chu?” You wanted to sound angry or upset but clearly failed. “No partner of mine is sleeping on the couch on my watch.” He smiled a little. “I also can’t sleep without you. I miss you and want to apologize for my actions earlier. I was a fucking asshole and clearly fucked up. I’m also sorry that I made you cry.” He said as he turned his head away from you.

You put your hand on his cheek and tilted his head back to you and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “You really screwed up. But that’s okay as long as you make up for it. And I really appreciate your apology. Thank you, Chu.” You replied laying your head in the crouch of his neck.

“I will, don’t worry! Let’s go to bed, yeah?” He kissed the top of your head and went with you in his arms to your shared bedroom.

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A/N: Should I make a part 2 with Dazai?

[tenthgrove]

I'm not 100% sure if this is allowed because I know your rules say no dub-con so feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable.

How would yandere ls (separate) react to a darling who is convinced they were only taken for sexual purposes? Obviously they're wrong and the boys don't want that but the fear is really getting to them and stopping them from settling into their new life. How would the yanderes earn their trust?

Yandere La Squadra With A Darling Who Mistakes Their Intentions

La Squadra x Reader (GN), Yandere, SFWish

CW: Mentions of sexual abuse (none committed), general mentions of sexual relationships, just in general a lot of dark (if misled) implications

Formaggio- Your shy confession of your fear is a surprise to Formaggio, because as obvious as it seems, he never thought his actions may come off as sexual to you. As far as he's concerned, flirting with you constantly is simple endearment and tying you to the bed is just keeping you comfy while he's gone. Once the words slip from you though he realises immediately what an idiot he's been and it definitely shocks him into some radical change. The bindings go as does the bed-sharing. The flirting stays, but some of the more risqué jokes are dropped until you're more comfortable with them.

Illuso- Another one who doesn't really get what you're afraid of at first, though to be fair it is a bit more justified with him as Illuso gives you your own room and keeps the time spent bothering you to a scheduled moderation. Then again, his pride at having 'convinced the team to hand you over to his care' as well as his love of dressing you up all pretty for him may make for some concerning implications. Once it becomes clear that your fear of his intentions isn't merely transient he tries to bring you round through the first genuine heart to heart he's really had with you so far, as well as some gifts as a peace offering. He'll take note now if you shy away when he asks you to put something on for him.

Prosciutto- Despite his highly chivalrous treatment of you, Prosciutto expects this kind of behaviour as a possibility. He knows how he must have come off to you abducting you so soon after a rejecting love confession, and is eager to make sure you don't get the wrong idea. He very much believes in proving himself through his actions- giving you a separate room to sleep in and free reign of the upstairs, restraining himself heavily when he talks to and touches you, and generally treating you more like a fond guest than a lover despite how badly he wants to. If you tell him you're still afraid, he'll take the hint to back off for a few days, perhaps getting you some entertainment so you can resign yourself to your bedroom where he never treads.

Pesci- Being perhaps too innocent for the life he lives Pesci never considers the sexual implications of what he does to you. When you bring it up he is incredibly distraught that you would think for such a thing, and angry for himself for whatever he did that caused it. His strategy for winning your trust is to remind you heavily that he would never hurt you like that. Scratch that, he would never hurt you at all! He'll remind you of this every time you're looking scared, telling you of all the fun, non-sexual things you can do as a couple instead. He really hopes he can get you to believe him.

Melone- Knowing his general disposition could likely cause such anxieties in you, he sits you down for a long chat very early on to establish where you stand sexually. In short, you're fully invited to ask him for sex whenever you like, but there's no pressure to do anything before you want to. Of course, this may just have the opposite effect of calming you down as it puts the possibility of things getting sexual right to the forefront of your mind. Realising his mistake, Melone re-emphasises the 'no pressure' part and stops occasionally asking whether you think you might want to 'give it a go' yet. He still spends a lot of time around you though, since he sees it as the only way to prove his interests aren't merely sexual

Ghiaccio- Somewhere, swimming around the mass of nerves that came with kidnapping, was the thought that you might take his interest in you to be exploitative, but between everything else it was kind of pushed down. That all changed when you tearfully admitted during an argument what was scaring you so much. He immediately stumbles back, then flees the room. He's never felt so disgusted with himself as now. Once he's calm enough to talk about it, he sits you down and explains unreservedly that he would never ever treat you that way, and if you ever need to tell him to fuck off and stop being a creep, do it. Just as long as you feel safe.

Risotto- Rational and realistic, Risotto knows how you probably interpret the situation and the fact his imposing appearance probably doesn't help. He doesn't bring the issue up by default (though he does indirectly address it through implication with his other descriptions of what your life will be like) but if you ask or seem fearful he will tell you point blank he would never force you to do anything sexually. He's willing to back this up with some changes on the rules, e.g. sleeping on the floor while you take the bed (he still wants to be in the room with you for security reasons) and letting you lock the bathroom from the inside while you're in it.

Sorbet and Gelato- It's pretty par for the course that you'd have these fears with a pair who just kidnap you off the street, and rest assured they're both aware of it. Sorbet does address this while explaining to you what's going to happen, but one reassurance is unlikely to convince you of your safety with men like this. Gelato's teasing promise that they can keep each other satisfied is... probably not as helpful as it was intended to be and the way Sorbet looks at you without spelling out his thoughts can send your mind to the worst conclusions. Once they realise your fears are still present they are quite apologetic, and reiterate their promises not to hurt you. Ultimately though, they know the only cure is time.

[the-littlest-goblin]

ooooooooh for fic prompts, could i request: essek interacting with Frumpkin, specifically playing with him (so as to impress Caleb and earn his favor a bit), but our favorite hot boi most likely did not have pets growing up and is at a bit of a loss with what to do. (bonus: Caleb sees this and thinks it's incredibly endearing)

I think you got everything you wanted. ft. my personal 'here’s how Frumpkin can still win’ headcanon.

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This was not how familiars were supposed to work.

Essek may not have summoned one before (he’d never really understood the use of an assistant with no opposable thumbs), but he had read enough about the spell to know that this was not how familiars were supposed to behave. 

Maybe that was because Frumpkin didn’t technically count as a familiar anymore.

No one knew exactly what had happened, or why. Essek and Caleb had exchanged a number of theories on the matter, but so far the best explanation still went to Beau’s conclusion: “weird fey shit.”

After Aeor and the Somnovem, when they had all finally gotten a chance to breathe again, Caleb had done some sort of ritual to more permanently banish his familiar. Essek hadn’t gotten the full context at the time, but it had something to do with symbolic closure and moving on. The cat was already gone from the Material Plane at that point, but Caleb had wanted to remove the temptation to summon him again, and so devised a sort of reversal of the Find Familiar spell.

However, upon performing the anti-summoning ritual, the cat had appeared in the ritual circle as if Caleb had cast the spell as usual. Only instead of going to his master’s side, Frumpkin had sauntered away from Caleb with a swish of his tail and gone to sit directly at Essek’s feet.

“Hmm,” Caleb had muttered, the hint of a grin twitching at the corner of his mouth. “It looks like he has made a choice.”

Ever since, Caleb had been unable to banish Frumpkin, or communicate with him, or give him orders. He had seemingly lost his magical connection to, and mastery over, the cat—Frumpkin was no longer his familiar, as had been the intention. It was just that Frumpkin apparently liked the Material Plane better than the Feywild, and so refused to leave. And since Caleb had let him go, he chose a new wizard to keep him company. For the next several days they had spent recuperating and planning their next moves, Frumpkin stuck with Essek, never straying from his side for long.

But, crucially, he did not become Essek’s familiar, a lesson they had learned quickly enough. Essek didn’t even have Find Familiar in his spellbook. He couldn’t banish Frumpkin, he couldn’t communicate telepathically with him, and he certainly couldn’t give him orders. 

So, Essek just had a pet cat now, one which happened to be fey in nature. Stranger things had happened—much, much stranger—so for Essek’s part, it had seemed easiest to just accept this development in stride. At times, he was even grateful for the cat’s presence. 

But right now, he was very much not. At least familiars were obedient.

Essek winced against the sound of shattering glass—a sound which was becoming somewhat routine since taking up residence in these new, temporary lodgings with Frumpkin as his roommate. 

Essek closed his eyes and took one deep breath before looking up from his notes to survey the damage. His gaze met Frumpkin’s round, amber eyes across the room, looking impossibly innocent where he sat primly on one of the tables which Essek had set up to house his research. His tail swished back and forth where it hung over the edge, acting like a flashing signal to point Essek’s attention down towards the starburst of broken glass glittering directly beneath him.

Mercifully, the beaker which Frumpkin had marked for termination had been holding a harmless and easily replaceable solvent, rather than any of the more valuable or dangerous liquids Essek had lying around in his provisional lab. His fingers curled protectively around the precious vial of liquid dunamis sitting next to him.

“Why?” He let the single syllable of the word stretch out into a long, bone-deep groan lasting several seconds. The question was aimed both at Frumpkin and at himself, and covered a variety of curiosities he had about the situation. Why did Frumpkin feel such a persistent desire to destroy Essek’s belongings? Why had he chosen to adhere himself to Essek in the first place, when he seemed to hold a deep disdain for everything Essek owned or did? Why was Essek incapable of learning the very simple lesson of locking the door to this makeshift lab? Why had he promised Caleb that he would take care of Frumpkin while the Mighty Nein dealt with the Assembly, instead of throwing the mangy beast out onto the streets of Port Dumali as soon as they had arrived at the safe house?

None of these were questions to which Essek was about to get any answers, so he tried another one.

“What do you want from me?”

Frumpkin blinked.

“You are still a fey being. You don’t need food or water, and as far as I understand, providing those two things are the pillars of caring for a pet. So, what else could you possibly need that requires my attention?”

Frumpkin flicked his ears.

Caleb had given Essek a brief overview of what to expect in terms of cat-care, but either he had chosen to leave out a lot of unsavory details, or decoupling from their arcane connection had put Frumpkin through a drastic personality change, because Essek had received no instructions about how to handle the kind of stalemate in which he currently found himself.

“You have my sincerest apologies, but unlike your previous master, I cannot read your thoughts, and your current methods of communication are lacking in clarity.”

Frumpkin’s tail began swishing faster. He broke eye contact with Essek to gaze intently at the row of jars lining the next table over. These were full of various concoctions, including some potentially dangerous acids, the results of Essek’s increasing boredom as he stayed hunkered down in his safe house day after day. He only ever went out for the duration of a Disguise Self to buy food or other necessary supplies; he was too noticeable to amble around the city for leisure, on the slim but ever-present risk that word of a strange drow in Port Dumali would reach the ears of Ikithon or his servants. Essek was under strict instructions to stay as hidden as possible until he got the all-clear from the Mighty Nein. With only the materials to continue his most basic experiments with dunamis, he was growing bored out of his mind. 

Essek heaved another deep sigh before reluctantly abandoning his notes and gliding over to where Frumpkin had stationed himself. With a short wave of his hands, the spill vanished and the broken shards of glass floated gently into the trash bin. Then, Essek unceremoniously lifted the cat into his arms before he had the chance to wreak any more havoc, and deposited him outside the door. 

Distraction removed, Essek made to turn around and return to his research, this time intending to lock the door to prevent further feline interruptions. But before he could do so, he made the mistake of looking into Frumpkin’s eyes again. The cat’s pupils gleamed, impossibly wide and round, and his tail was still swishing back and forth in an incomprehensible pattern, like some sort of code. A mixture of affection and guilt welled up in Essek, rooting to the spot.

Godsdammit, but he had promised Caleb he was going to take care of his cat, and that meant not ignoring Frumpkin when he was clearly trying to tell him something. Because even if Caleb no longer wanted a familiar to travel around with him, he still loved this damned cat, and also Essek was trying to be less callous and heartless in general.

He thought back to Caleb’s instructions with a fair bit of desperation, searching for some hint of what would make Frumpkin happy. All he came up with was a faint recollection, something about enjoying being scratched behind the ears.

“Is that all you want? Is that what you interrupted me for?” Fighting not to roll his eyes, Essek reached down for a pet.

As soon as he got close enough, Frumpkin lunged.

“Gah!” Essek snatched his hand back, nursing the sting of pain from Frumpkin’s bite. There was no blood; the little demons’s fangs hadn’t managed to break the skin. It could barely count as an injury, but the shock of betrayal hurt more than the scratch.

“What in the Nine Hells was that for?” Essek glared at Frumpkin, then noticed just in time that the cat was poised to strike again. This time, he only had to turn slightly to keep his hands out of harm's way, but Frumpkin wasn’t aiming for the exposed skin. There was a loose thread dangling from the hem of Essek’s sleeve, apparently caught by the previous attack. Frumpkin was intent on it. He flung himself at the thread, grabbing at it with his clumsy paws. It slipped through his grip, and he lunged again without hesitation.

Experimentally, Essek lifted his arm so the thread dangled higher off the ground. Frumpkin took the challenge to heart, leaping to grab it in his teeth before it slipped out of his grasp again, and he landed on the floor in defeat. Essek moved his arm over to one side, and Frumpkin followed with enthusiasm, this time managing to get the thread around one claw. The split second of resistance was enough to tear it from Essek’s sleeve. Frumpkin rolled over onto his back, victorious, batting his prize around in euphoric glee.

A grin spread across Essek’s face as he watched this display of simple delight. 

“I suppose you were just bored, too. Was that it?”

Frumpkin responded by biting the string with a vengeance. 

An idea began forming in the corner of his mind as he watched Frumpkin playing. Absentmindedly, Essek twisted his fingers and summoned a trace thread of dunamis into his hand, shaping and stretching it into a longer and longer cord of greyish, glowing energy, which he then dangled tantalizingly over Frumpkin’s head. The boring, non-magical string was immediately forgotten and discarded as Frumpkin caught sight of the dunamis toy. His whole body wiggling in excitement, he lunged at the cord again and again, pulling a genuine laugh out of Essek as he bobbed and weaved the magic around, dancing it out of Frumpkin’s grasp. He needed a break from his lab anyway, and this was shockingly entertaining.

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“Well? How are they?” Just a hint of nerves colored Caleb’s voice, as it did every time they checked in on Essek. The fear that this time, the scry would reveal him not safe and sound on the Coast, far from the Trent’s reach, but somewhere cold and dark and threatening.

The faint glow faded from Jester’s eyes as the spell ended. Looking up at Caleb with a smile, she said, “You’re not going to believe this Caleb, it’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.”

Caleb grinned back at her.