#and sorry for tagging x.x i just want to be sure

[lelouch]

Hello help me get insulin for baby Layla today her condition is worsening any little donation will help, am Mwanasiti Heri a house maid in Gaza Palestine am here requesting for financial support for Layla a daughter of myw employer Mrs Hussein who died three days ago after being shot on the chest by the Israel army. Her Daughter Layla is diabetic and she urgently need insulin. Kindly help me purchase insulin for her

Donation link is available on the pinned post

do any of you know if this is legit? blog was made super recently

UPDATE: it is a scam

[justonefeather]

I didnt want to like derail or overtake a post by adding tags but my brain is trying to process this and I'm "talking out loud" about it here..

Regarding like unlearning all of the things society decided to imprint on me/us about black folks and poc. I wish had like. Concrete steps i could read so i could take them, if that makes sense. Like i try to be good at learning people-related things. But it's hard to understand when someone says you should just know [x] because it's not like i wouldn't love to know or I'm not trying to figure it out. I think it's one of those "things you don't know you don't know" situations. Like I understand that a lot of the way our society is built is detrimental to many peoples ability to live and live comfortably. And i understand some things will effect other people more than me because of things like their skin or heritage or some other trait. l guess i don't know how to find like. The answer to how do I make things better. Being considerate is cool but i feel like it's not enough. I just don't know how to get to what would be enough? And i don't know what string to put in a search engine in order to find that.

[solvrized]

secret texts

୨୧ ꒰ pairing ꒱ : silver x f!reader

୨୧ ꒰ context ꒱ : au silver was asking for love advice and accidentally sent the text to you

୨୧ ꒰ tags ꒱ : smut, sexting

୨୧ ꒰ author’s note ꒱ : its me again writing content for silver, aged up ofc. idk how to write out texts so pls forgive the look if it’s ugly x.x

It was a normal night for you. You were laying in bed listening to music and studying when your phone flashed a notification.

silver: well how am i supposed to tell [y/n] when every time i see her, my brain thinks less than appropriates thoughts

y: um, i’m gonna assume this wasn’t meant for me?

silver: please forgive me [y/n]. can you pretend you didn’t read that?

y: aww silver don't apologize. i'll continue to think about it actually. so you like me huh?

silver: no... i was telling someone what someone else said about you.

y: yeah uh huh, sure you were. if that’s the case, can you tell me who said it? maybe i think less than inappropriate thoughts about them too, who knows?

silver: i seriously doubt that.

y:well we’ll never know unless you just tell me.

silver: well that’s never going to happen so let’s just leave this conversation where it is, sorry for disturbing your night prefect.

y: well, now i’m just gonna have to assume it’s you who thinks about me that way. and that has me really wet right now, believe it or not.

silver: i find that very hard to believe.

you take your pillow and set it up in front of you so that you can lean your phone it. you slide off your underwear and open you legs and position yourself in front of the camera. leaving your face out so it’s just you from the lips down, in your night jersey and your area on display.

you take your fingers and spread your lips apart so that he can see how wet you are.

y: attachment.image

y: believe me now?

he swallows hard. not expecting for this conversation to be happening and certainly not expecting to see you like this. his boner growing hard in his own pants.

silver is very much a traditional man and he never expected to be seeing this from you.

yet, he can't help his growing desire for you. not wanting to miss this opportunity, he slides his boxers down and takes a picture.

carefully checking the name to make sure he doesn’t have the same mishap.

silver: attachment.image

silver: i can't believe i'm dong this. look what what you’ve done.

y: can i tell you all the things that i want to do to you right now?

silver: please go ahead.

y: well first i’d love to see how you taste. your cock looks nice and big and i’d love to see how much of you i could fit. i’d pay attention to every breath and moan you make when my tongue glides over you so i know what to keep doing.

silver: i’d hold your head in my hands as i fuck your mouth. i’d push myself into the back of your throat making you take all of me. i’d cum in your mouth and watch you swallow every last drop.

y: my my silver, who knew you had this in you?

y: after that, i would stand up and bend over so that you could take me. you’d smack my ass really hard and you’d slam into me as i scream your name over and over.

silver: i’d grab your boobs for stability and play with them as i pound into you over and over. i wouldn’t stop until you were begging me to let you cum

y: i’d squeeze myself around you to feel you twitch inside of me

silver: and i’d make you let me fill you up so much that i’d be dripping down your leg

y: i think i'm cumming for real now

silver: yeah i’ve definitely made a mess on my bed

y: we should maybe do this in real life sometime huh?

silver: can i at least take you out on a proper date first?

y: of course. i can't wait :)

[deadeyedoodles]

WIP Tag Game!!!

Thank you @bookie-bookdust and @toonedupfiction for tagging me.

Rules: Share a snippet of whatever you are working on and tag five people.

*~This is just a fun AU I've decided to write because.. I'm not quite finished with my OC's and I'm not sure I ever will be. ._.~*

***

His expression was soft. Normally, all she saw was.. happiness. Amusement, like everything was going to be okay. So, seeing his expression fall, even a little bit, felt wrong.

She rubbed her eyes then cleared her throat to speak, but they both turned as the door opened.

Fennic closed the door behind him and winced when he saw her before he waved his hand. This time, she felt as her hair went back to it’s normal length, just passed her shoulders, and her dress changed back into her normal work outfit. Her body was her own again.

She ignored Toby’s mumbled “Much better.”

Eliza would have said thank you but she felt.. Angry. With Fennic. Betrayed. Which didn’t make sense, what loyalty did he owe her? She’d known him for little over a month now.

She had no right to be upset, she tried to remind herself. This was his company and she was… A number. One person out of dozens of employees… In this business alone, let alone the other businesses he owned.

Fennic looked frustrated. “I imagine you have questions?”

“Wait, can you not-“ Toby started to ask Fennic, but Eliza interrupted.

“Obviously,” she murmured, trying to keep her temper by keeping her voice quiet. “Why? Why would you hire me knowing who he is to me? Or was? It was obviously a risk on your part, no? Otherwise, why disguise me? How long have you worked with him? Why do you work with him?” She asked, taking a breath. “Why do you want me working for you?”

“Sallow, out.” She turned to see Toby’s eyebrows raised, looking.. almost impressed with her before he stepped away from her and went to leave the room. She followed his movements until the door shut behind him and then her gaze met Fennic’s once again.

***

@cesqdarque @morelikeravenbore @crepuscu1um @adylorewrites @lotus-blossom-92 - I'm sorry if y'all were already tagged x.x

[pleasanttaleswithkaityb]

Again, I’m sorry it’s so late, but here’s some asks from the Simblr Ask Game!

🤍: Do you have a favorite sim created by you?

✉️: How big is your mods folder?

🌷: Which traits would you have if you were a sim?

It’s never ever too late to ask about myself or my sims. Those are two of my favorite subjects I LOVE to talk about 😂😂

🤍 : Do you have a favorite sim created by you?

Yes! But, I want to make sure to recognize who "created" these fantastic 2t4 premade sims and their homes before I started playing them. Thank you, @anotherplumbob for such a fun and thoughtful save file. Okay, now, my favorite sims created by me? I've picked my five favorite storylines that I'm excited about in my game

Malcolm Landgraab IV and Nina Caliente: I am LIVING for the MALINA ship. Was I planning on these two becoming a whole ass beautiful thing? No. No, I did not. I am now the #1 fan of this ship? Yes.

Briella Lothario and Ezra Goth: ugh there's just so much story and drama to unfold with these two! I'm excited to incorporate more of RoM in my game- as I have never really played much with the occults before! The Goth family I think lore wise does have some magical ancestry in their bloodline, and if they don't then they do now ^.^

Angela Pleasant and Lilith Pleasant: If y'all don't know this is the current household rotation I'm on, and I'm really invested in seeing if the twins can mend their past and build a strong relationship with each other!

Lucy Burb and Beau Broke: Listen...these two... are sooo freaking precious to me and they are the best of bud. And I'm really really REALLY curious what their relationship is going to look like as they move into middle school... cause...middle school x.x

Axel Caliente: The unknown love child between Don Lothario and Nina Caliente. Nina rolled a want to have a child with Don- and then was miserable, because she also didn't want to be pregnant, and she was terrified of what would happen if the truth came out about who was the father. So she made the decision to never tell Don. And Axel was adopted by a loving family. I do have some plans for Axel so stick around ;)

✉️: How big is your mods folder?

Total: 19.1 GB CC: 18.1 GB mods: 1 GB

🌷: Which traits would you have if you were a sim?

Cat lover, emotional control, creative visionary, day-dreamer, and homebody

Thanks for asking! I loved answering these and adding the pictures to go with them! Sometimes the inspiration hits and you just gotta roll with it &lt;3 Check my tags for the previous answer asked! Would you like to ask something? Check out this link here! to find the list of emojis to send to my ask! Happy Simming! <3

[byierficrecs]

hey friends ! checking through some of the latest submissions and i feel somewhat obligated to mention something,,,

i received a,,, tricky submission. i'd actually gotten it before, but i've been pushing it back on the list for a while because i don't know how to deal with it and it's actually got me a bit stressed because i don't want to ignore anyone but this has me thoroughly confused :(

so,,, the story is tagged as "mild sexual content",,, and it could be innocent and just have vague mentions,,, or it could be three lines describing something that happened,,, or it could be a lot more because we all have different interpretations of stuff x.x and don't get me wrong, i don't have anything against people writing that sort of thing (you do you), but i don't like reading it and, as per the rules, i won't be sharing it.

now, in this particular case i won't just delete it because again, the tag is somewhat vague in its scope and it could be totally okay. but i really won't know until i read the whole thing to make sure it's fine and there are two little problems with it:

first, it's a long story so i need to find the time to read it all.

and second (main reason i keep pushing it back): it's an ongoing story. and i love recommending these because ongoing works deserve all the love and encouragement, but in this case i feel i can't pass judgement on whether or not it's "safe" based on an incomplete work x.x for all i know, it could be totally fine up until the current chapter, and then the last chapter throws something wild in there and now it's all weird >.<

as such, i've made the decision to wait until the work is completed to read through it and decide,,,

so now i feel obligated to make this post. because i feel like i'm ignoring people and making them sad and i don't like it :( it's just an odd spot i feel i'm in, and the least you guys (and the author, who i know follows me and might be the one who sent in their story) deserve is a little clarity :\ i'm sorry if i come across as judgy or weird, but i genuinely only care about the "no explicit stuff" rule and i don't want to break it :(

sorry again for the inconveniences,,, i'm sure it's a wonderful story and i'd really love to make a graphic for it, but uh,,, yeah,,, it's tricky x.x

[sztefa001]

Ok the stars aligned the right way so I can participate. Sorry to everyone who tagged me in games before, first I forgor and then the notifs drowned 💀

Fav color: OURBL

Reading: my oc ramblings on discord lol

Song: more like just a melody. Pretty sure mom was listening to that one CD before I fell asleep. It's harp music, very nice! There's canon in D there somewhere but idk if it was that exact CD (I bought 3 different ones from a street musician)

Series: Earthspark! I love them all sm and can't wait for the next season ;-;

Movie: Uhh... Puss in Boots? I think? Unless watching bits of "C.K. Deserters" or "How I caused WW2" with dad counts o-o

Currently working on: I should be sorting pics from my last trip. Also write out a few ideas... And at least try to finish some sketches..... x.x

Tagging: @president-alpine @thesmoothpudding @doublemod @the-tired-writer @curious-sootball and whoever wants to join!

Favorites Meme

Tagged by:@matt0044

Favorite Color: N/A

Currently Reading: Treasure Island by Robert Luis Stevenson. For most of my life, I was mostly familiar with it through the 2002 Disney adaptation of the story, which was completely different from the original. Heck I didn't even know that it was an actual story until my mid-teens. So in combination of wanting to expand my media literacy and Dr. Livesey memes, I decided to bite the bullet and buy the book. So far, I've been pretty engaged with it. I had know no idea that it was told through Jim Hawkins's POV.

Last Song: Hajanga by Jacob Collier. About a year ago(?) I found this interesting Youtube channel that uploads videos of miscellaneous performances by musicians and puts a music sheet on the bottom to show the notes they're singing or playing. Also they put funny titles up to entice viewers. What I didn't know was that Jacob has a music career and I got the chance to listen to one of his songs. Highly recommend listening to the live MIT performance of Hajanga.

Last Series: King Of The Hill. I mainly put that on for background noise since I've seen it a hundred times. There are some other shows that I want to watch but I want to commit to it without any distractions.

Last Movie: Mission Impossible Dead Reckoning Part One. While this is the 7th installment in the series, it's actually my 2nd viewing--last one being the first movie I rented from the library. So far my impressions is that this is a series full of twists and turns. You can never be so sure of who you can trust the first time around.

Currently Working On: Nothing concrete at the moment. I've mostly have ideas that are swarming around in my head that may or may not come to fruition. Last thing I ever uploaded to AO3 back in January was a Deltarune fanfic called Winter Wonderland (AKA What's Eating Noelle Holiday?), a sorta post Chapter 2 story were Noelle experiences a nightmare involving her missing/possibly dead sister and how she comes to grips with that with most of the Kris and Susie Darkworld stuff being in the background. I had original plans for a short story involving Dess and Asriel but that's scrapped as of right now. Also, I'm currently hyperfixated on Elemental and it's still very likely that some ideas I have for THAT may never come to life. Probably the most vicious cycle of any given writer.

I'll leave a link for the aforementioned story but be warned, I was mostly press for time trying to get that out so it may be not be my 100%. So if I ever go back and revise it, you'll know why. https://archiveofourown.org/works/44080062/chapters/110833800

Tags: @gojira007 @magpie-allosaurus @nrwynter @fenth-eiria @adrian-shepard @shybi-n-ready2cry @paperbagedhead

[wardog-of-the-endless]

AO3 Tag Game

I was tagged by the lovely Ana, @static-abyss so I am sorry for the delay and here we go! 

1. How many works do you have on AO3? I have 74 works, so far! But I'm actively editing a sequel fic so maybe we'll just say 75?

2. What is your total AO3 word count? That's in stats, right? *checks* Umm looks like 317336 so far!

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? On AO3: Avengers (All Types), The Losers, Batman, Superman, The Old Guard, Jurassic Park/World, and crossovers with like Center Stage/Once Upon a Time/etc On Livejournal/Other Things Way Back When: KPop, JPop, JRock & Anime

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Man asking me all these questions I don't know the answers to and am scared to find out, OKAY HERE WE GO! And yes this list surprised me so thanks for that! *True, Strong and Brave *(Walk Walk) Fashion Baby *What The Doctor Ordered *Adorato *Cloak and Dagger (just... what? XD wow and thank you)

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not? As long as it isn't a hate comment, I'll probably reply. I try to reply to all of the comments, and MOST of the time I won't let myself post new chapters/fics until I've gone through and replied to all the comments. Even if they're emoticons, but usually I have to do those from my phone because JFC how CAN you put a heart on a comment without doing it from the phone? ANYWAY this is Usually because they make me feel better and encourage me to write more of my chapters overall. But sometimes I hoard them in my inbox like a dragon because they're just SO NICE, so. There's that. (Y'all already knew I was a disaster bisexual, don't look at me like that.)

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Uh. "(I Will Try) To Fix You" has grim implications? The 'Children of Light' Series is perpetually angsty until I finish the "fix it" part of the fix-it verse.

7. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written? I do! Umm probably equally crazy in terms of juggling characters and storylines I want to weave in? But I have an MCU x DC crossover verse (Walk) There's also a Marvel x Vertigo Comics aka Avengers x The Losers that may have further crossovers once I get going? (In that case it might be a Chris Evans Verse mega-party?)

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic? Oooohhh boy. I really, really have. Sometimes it's over super stupid like, throwaway comedy lines? I think what really blew my mind the most was in an interaction between Tony and JARVIS, Tony made a throwaway comment about Jersey (literally playing on the cliché rivalry of New York & New Jersey) and people came into the comments BIG MAD. Y’all Hamilton did it, why am I getting hate? Plus it’s a fictional character, gosh dang! ‘Comments made by the characters do not reflect the attitude of the writer’, or whatever I need to say to keep people from flat out trying to tear me a new one. X.x  

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Uh, I think I have? Different kinds? I’m not sure how to deal with or answer this question, ROFL. 

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Ummm, I think we've all had that 'someone took my work and posted it somewhere without my permission' fiasco. Wattpad, Goodreads, etc. Back when we used to write them on floppy disks I had some of those come up missing (if they were looking for my homework, boy were they disappointed I bet)... But otherwise, not that I know of.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Umm I think this boils down to how you define co-writing.. If it was lobbing ideas back and forth I would say some qualified, if it was where they write swaths and then I fill in gaps, I've not done that. I've co-written series and co-written RPs that essentially could have been fics if they'd been shared beyond the small group involved. But I wouldn't say a specific story was co-written with anyone, though I'd surely love to give it a try!

12. What’s your all time favorite ship? OOF! Yeah there's probably not just one. WinterIron is good for MCU, easily the favorite. The Losers I ship Cougar/Jensen like burning. The Old Guard is killing me with Joe/Nicky. I've written some DC SuperBat and like SuperWonderBat. I like Teen Wolf STEREK.

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for? Umm definitely anime. I wrote for Yu Yu Hakusho, Inu Yasha, Pilot Candidate (aka Candidate for Goddess), Ayashi No Ceres, and some others way back in Middle School, so. Around that time, maybe some of my favorite Fiction but I couldn't say what was first in that category.

14. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? Hmmm.. I love "The B Team" for just the outrageous, lust-at-first-sight, crazy flirtation Tony & James have right off the bat. I also really enjoy "Adorato" because it's full of cameos from friends in the form of the Tony Stark Hug Squad, and that movement we super dear to my heart. Lol. Otherwise I would say "Tired" because it's soft and so sweet and I got the BEST ART FOR IT OMG. T_T To this day I sniffle. 

Uh tagging people right yes.. Umm... @rayshippouuchiha, @amethystinawrites, @dayzor, @trashcanakin, @yusufs-stew-of-romance aka @captainsandseashores aka my wife. And anyone else who sees this and wants to do it? 

[thecipherlegacy]

Okay, I realize there's nothing in Noiren's tag so maybe you don't play him very much, but I'm a sucker for a SW so hurt-comfort prompt #1- Person A is feeling down and Person B does not like to see them this way, so they start to bring them food, a nice cup of tea and their favourite blanket.- wherein A is Noiren, maybe after a nice lightning session with Baras, and B is a dubiously-worried Vette, possibly doing a terrible job of this comfort thing?

So these are taking me forever and I am so sorry about that x.x my college work takes up so much of my time.

So in the story I've written for him and his siblings, Noiren actually doesn't have Vette(or any of the swtor companions) on his ship. BUT I love Vette and love writing my OCs in all sorts of situations and AUs!

I apologize if this is terrible btw, I have been so tired lately from school, but here's a little Noiren based drabble! Enjoy!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Everyone was confused. Noiren had always been stoic and quiet, but today was different. He was fumbling and muttering and trying to hide away from anyone that wanted to talk to him. Something was wrong. 

Vette knew that it had to do with the sith's recent visit with his master. Baras was a monster, but honestly what does one do to cheer up a sith lord? 

The small twi'lek managed to get her hands on a nice Alderaanian meal on their last trip and was quick to grab it with a nod to assure herself that this should do this trick. Once that was in hand she made her way to his quarters "Hey, ya busy? Or can I barge in?" She asked, though they both knew, no matter his answer, she was going to come in.

Noiren was sitting slumped over on his bed. He looked a little worse for wear. She frowned. Baras had always been tough on the male twi'lek, but he had never hurt him before. "I brought you some food. Knowing how you are, you probably haven't eaten." She continued to speak and sat beside him.

His yellow eyes glanced at her, then went back to the floor. It was hard to tell if he was seething, sad, or just plain frustrated. "Hello? Anybody in there? What happened?" She pressed. 

He rolled his eyes and turned his head to look at her. He had burns all along his ruby skin, littering the right side of his face and lekku. "I don't want to talk about it." He muttered. She tried to hide her offensive gasp, but failed. 

"That looks… yikes-" was all she managed to get out. He glared and turned away again. "I'm sure we can make sure it doesn't scar! But maybe you should eat first, huh?" 

"Not hungry." He replied. She frowned again.

"Come on! Where's the sith i know and fear! You're never like this" Vette tried again. He tensed a little. 

"You fear me? Even after I've done all I can to free you? You're not my prisoner or slave" he sighed "Honestly I would rather be in your position than my own…" he muttered. 

The woman almost felt bad for saying what she did, but it was true. She was still a little afraid of him, especially after watching him kill people ruthlessly. But seeing him now, he looked as fearful and tired as she had been when they first slapped a slave collar on her neck. "I thought you wanted to be sith" was all she could think of to say. 

"No." He frowned "I wanted to grow up on Ryloth with my sister and brothers. I never wanted to be sith. And now I'm tied down by a master and an oath. I have never feared for my life more than I did in that room. He threatened my life because I didn't agree with him right away." Noirens golden eyes narrowed. "I was taken away from my family so long ago by imperials and one day I plan to break free of this. Even if I have to kill baras and one thousand imperial soldiers. I'll do it."

Vettes eyes widened as he opened up to her. They were more alike than she had initially guessed. His slave collar was just a fancy title, and the shocks were just as painful. "Wow…" she mumbled. She had no idea what to say. 

"Wow?" He scoffed. "Vette, why did you come in here besides to try and force me to eat a meal that's not even warmed up"

She looked at the plate and her cheeks deepened in colour slightly. "I dunno I just, saw you were all droopy and wanted to help. And don't knock it till you try it. This stuff is great cold!"

Noirens eyes rolled yet again. "Then you eat it." He insisted and suppressed a snicker as her eyes shifted left to right.

"Nah I'm good" came her reply as she moved the food away "I'll get toovee to warm it up for you later." Once the plate was gone she got more comfortable, crossing her legs and looking at her partner expectantly. "Sooooo, sister? Brothers? Gonna share?"

His brow arched and he realized she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Though this was working as a distraction, so she was succeeding a little in her attempts to cheer him up. "I have no choice do I?" He asked. To this she just scooted closer. He sighed and got as comfortable as he could with his new wounds. "Yes I have three siblings." He started "a twin sister-"

"You have a twin?!" She gasped and interrupted immediately. "Is she all sithy too?" 

He scoffed "No. She was separated from us and sold off as a slave. They told me she made them a lot of credits to fuel my hatred." His fists balled angrily. "She was a little pink twi'lek. Skin lighter than mine, and eyes brighter. She had our mothers eyes." He was surprised to see vette actually listening, so continued. "Shes strong, so I'm sure she wasn't a slave for long. But I hope to find her someday." 

"What about your brothers?" Vette asked. "Do you know where they are?"

"Yes, more or less" he shrugged. "Only slightly younger than me, Aidesan, is training still on Korriban. Now that I'm a lord I've requested to have him as my apprentice. I want to keep him safe. And the youngest, Orkra… He was imperial military but I heard he was transferred to intelligence. So.. I may never find him with how well they hide their agents." He sighed sadly and looked at his burned hand. He had almost forgotten about his grievances of the day. Talking about his family was always a little bittersweet for him, but it was better than what he was feeling before.

"Thats all really sad.." Vette pouted. "Sorry, sith. I'm not very good at this stuff." She sighed "but uh- I can at least go get Toovee to come patch you up then we can-"

"Thank you" he silenced her with that simple phrase. The blue twi'lek blinked at him for a Moment.

"What?-"

He gave her the smallest of smiles "i'm not repeating myself." He teased. "But I really should get  a kolto pack." 

She was silent, looking a little surprised that just letting him talk, even about something so personal and sad, helped. Then what he said hit her and she hopped up "oh! Yeah! A kolto pack! Let me go get the droid!" Vette replied quickly, but before she rushed out she bravely gave him a gentle hug. "Baras is a jerk, but you're alright, ya know that?" She said softly before finally leaving to grab 2v-R8 to take care of him.

Noiren felt oddly at peace now. His master may be harsh and untrustworthy, but his crew was filled with people that would do anything for him, and that put his mind at ease and made him feel better about where he was. No matter what Baras had in store for him, he'd at least have good people behind him.

[thatoneitaliangirl]

Hey! I was just wondering if you could use a read more on your long fics? Your recent Tartaglia fic is 8k and it popped up on my dash since I follow the tag and it was really hard to scroll since I don’t usually read long fics while scrolling through my dash x.x

If you don’t that’s okay it’s just usually what writers do when their fic is 500 words or more is to use a read more as a sorta courtesy? It’s okay if you didn’t know and I don’t want to offend you either! ;—; I don’t want to force you but just thought I’d try to ask! I hope you have a nice day!!

(Also, don’t know if you knew this either cus I know it’s happened to me before and many other writers I know lol, your anon ask feature isn’t on! And having anon on helps the more shy people to send in asks!)

I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize that’s what it was for!!! I thought it was for people who were writing NSFW. I’m not sure how to do it. I’m on my phone right now, just give me a moment and when I get on my laptop I’ll figure it out. You weren’t rude or anything, it’s okay!

I didn’t know my anon ask was off, I’ll have to see about that, thank you so much for bringing this to my attention! I know I’m super shy and tend to ask as anon a lot. I didn’t even know it was a thing to turn it off lol. Thank you again, and I hope you have a wonderful day!! ^^

[lemonadelyric]

2, 4, 5, 7, 11, 12, 13, 19, 20, 22, 23, 25, 26, 28, 29, 30, 31, 33, 35, 36, 40, 41, 42, 43, 52, 53, 55, 56, 57, 58

SO MANY ASKS thank you anon!!! I'm sorry if some are some that are vague but thank you!!!

2. what would you name your future kids? I always liked the name Alexandria, but honestly I can't think of any other names??? I liked Skylar for a while too, but this friend of mine ruined that lmao

4. what are you looking forward to? IM LOOKING FORWARD TO READING MORE WARRIOR CATS and also to getting me and my bf's room cleaned up and moved around, and having his best friend over, and going out for SUSHI, and being able to play Rockband and everything!!!

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile? MY PARTNERS and a lot of my friends!! I always say I couldn't be with someone who doesn't make me laugh, so it's great having friends that make me laugh too <3

7. what was your life like last year? About the same, stuck at home for the most part with my boyfriend. 2020 was nuts man. I also didn't know what to do with my life, and I'm slowly getting there. I think I have an idea but,,,, that's a secret.

11. are you listening to music right now? NOPE but it would probably be Montero tbh LOL

12. what is something you want right now? Hmmm.. My room cleaned up and moved around! FOR MY WINDOWS TO BE SEALED SO BUGS WILL STOP BOTHERING ME!

13. how do you feel right now? Pretty good! Bought everything I'm gonna need for a looooong time, all my time and energy will be spent reading, and saving money!! I've spent enough for a century x.x

19. have you ever been to New York? Never, how's the weather?

20. what is your favourite song at the moment? MONTERO but also a bunch of NSP songs haha

22. description of crush. You know.. I don't think I have any big crushes right now? Like maybe some platonic ones on friends cause they mean a lot to me, but like, there's no one I'm really crushing on right now!

23. fear(s) Spiders, stink bugs, thunder/lightning sometimes, tornados, falling (heights not so much, but falling, YES), and my loved ones leaving or dying :') big trigger lmao

25. role model Not sure if I really have one! I kind of just live by the motto of "be a good person" and bam, off I go

26. idol(s) Okay that's different: Markiplier, Ethan Nestor, Arin Hanson, Dan Avidan, Jennifer Aniston, John Krasinski, Lady Gaga, uhhh... Okay I have a lot but we'll stop there lol

28. i’ll love you if… You're funny, you care about me, you're honest, open-minded, NICE TO WORKERS, and we have a lot of the same interests c:

29. favourite film(s) O Brother Where Art Thou, You're Next, The Proposal, Fifty First Dates, and uh... probably a couple more I can't think of

30. favourite tv show(s) THE OFFICE, Friends, Zoo, Parks and Rec, and uhhh probably more but The Office is one I rewatch a LOT

31. 3 random facts About me? Uhhhh -I have slight sectoral heterochromia! Patches of amber in my eyes! -I'm half hispanic (Mexican!) My biological father was from Mexico with his family. He and my mom broke up before I was born, so I didn't like learn Spanish or anything from his side of the family. I grew up near Chicago though so I was around the culture a lot C: -I have all of the first Harry Potter movie memorized, along with the second one ^^;; My grandmother liked the series with me, so we both watched the movies a lot in the summers I spent with her!

33. something you want to learn Mostly languages!!! Toki Pona, Japanese, Spanish, probably more xD I'd also like to be more knowledgable about like playing instruments and such, I know how to play a little of the kalimba!!

35. favourite subject I loved English! Also psychology and like, social studies TwT I miss school sometimes

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill? -I want to move out and live on my own with my partner(s) -I want a full time job I like -I want to achieve some sort of fame, something little, but something! (SOMETHING GOOD, PLEASE, UNIVERSE)

40. favourite memory Probably.. Okay it's dumb, but me getting my cat, Pixel! She means the world to me, and I love her so much!! I went to the shelter to adopt a cat, she wasn't even on my list, but when the shelter worker took her out of her cage and handed her to me, she immediately laid against my chest and purred and I cried and had to adopt her ;;w;;

41. relationship status In several relationships, and open to more ; ) (But not really looking, I got a lot on my plate haha)

42. favourite book(s) Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson, the Warriors series by Erin Hunter, The Tairen Soul Series by C.L.Wilson, and the Black Dagger Brotherhood series by J.R.Ward

43. favourite song ever OH that's a hard one! Hmmm.. I've always been a huge fan of Believe by Cher??

52. something i’m talented at I'd like to say I'm.. pretty good at picking up new things! Like crochet, knitting, and my kalimba, stuff like that! Also at teaching others C: I've been told I'm good at that a lot!

53. 5 things that make me happy -My cat, Pixel -My partners -My friends! -Animal Crossing -WARRIOR CATS

55. tumblr friends Okay I have a lot uuUUHHH okay I'll tag some people!

@disabled-bat-lover @chaoticgouda @fictionkin @bi-llcipher  @thaliaisalesbian @colorfulblackk @xofemeraldstars @heartivore @boi-with-art-supplies @likelyvampirical @deepseachaos PROBABLY WAY MORE IM SO SORRY IF I DONT TAG YOU

56. favourite food(s) Pizza, waffles, tacos, soda, string cheese, Iiii think that's it for now!

57. favourite animal(s) FOXES, bats, mice, dogs, cats, wolves, rats, opossums, uhh I think that's it?

58. description of my best friend Hmmm.. Is it cheesy to say my partners are my best friends? Other than that, uh, well she's very nice and understanding, trusts me, and we have a lot of the same humor. She's really supportive too and is really good about checking in. It's been great ;;o;;

Thank you anon, this was SO MANY QUESTIONS I loved it!!!

[hakaibunshi]

2020 fanwork highlights

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works! 

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Thank you so much @kuriboh-i-choose-you for tagging me??... I am not good at this, but I will try to do something positive for once, I guess, and shamefully plug my own work........................(?) °_ °’’ 

feat. puzzle - scandal - pride - wish - dragon - kingcrab but tagging others first because this is going to be too long.

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So many have already done this, but I was not able to find @pridefulrose @life-0r-death @shinayashipper @tenderwulf @the-kings-of-games if they already did this, then I am sorry, I miss a lot of stuff all the time ...

(And I am also sorry for tagging people who have never even interacted with me  人(_ _*) but I enjoyed their works so I am tagging anyway, please forgive me and ignore me if you want to)

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O P I A 

[Puzzleshipping | ~12K]

He is used to seeing the world through Yugi’s eyes and filtering each experience through his thoughts; A thing was never just a thing but whatever Yugi saw in it. But not anymore. He watches his own fingers move closer, pushing in between the other’s until they finally all lock in place. He doesn’t know what that feels like to Yugi, but he sees their hands loving each other. And has to fully acknowledge that it is wonderful.

“No.” His voice feels comfortable for the first time. Along the length of his leg, Yugi’s ankle brushes in placid motion up and down. Bashful yet intrigued, Atem pays attention to how his body reacts to all these physical breaches. He also thinks back to what had happened in the photo booth.

Overall this story has just taught me so much; it needs to take a spot here. It was the very first time I have ever participated in a fandom event. It was the first time I wrote for Puzzleshipping, my first time writing Fluff, first time writing FOR someone else.

The pressure was so real, and I struggled so much along the way, but at the same time, this was the thing that catapulted me back into the fandom for real. After this, it seemed impossible to turn away again, and I realized how much I love not just writing but putting effort into writing. Polishing it, fighting against it if needed.

Break A Heart

[KingCrabshipping | ~12K]

Jack, who stood a head taller than Yusei, leaned down, hovering his lips over the fair skin of Yusei’s neck, sending hot breath on its path. Yusei’s desire was audible through his short breaths, but he didn’t care, not that he was keeping it a secret. The image in his head was Jack biting him to pieces, and it made him shiver. “Come on then, Yusei.” Jack’s voice was heavy, even if he hummed his words. He leaned in until he could feel the buckles of Yusei’s jacket against his chest. The beast's teeth playfully caressing the shell of his ear, Yusei couldn’t hide the vibration it sent through his body. “Fight me.”

This needs to be here not because it is especially great, it really isn’t, BUT it was something I wrote for me and for me only because this is what I wanted and needed and for once I really did not care if others would like it or not. And that was kind of special for me. Also this ship. It just makes me lose my shit, I love it this much.

A Wish Granted

[Wishshipping | Dragonshipping | ongoing]

“Ain’t as bad as it looks,” he felt the need to say. “Most are older.”

Yugi turned away and reached for the towel, wringing it in his hands. Already, just the sound of it had some bizarrely calming effect. “Sorry…, I didn’t mean to stare. I didn’t think you were hurt this badly.” He spread the towel across both his hands and gestured to Katsuya to lift his hand. Some water dripped onto his thighs but it didn’t seem to bother him.

“As I said, ain’t all fresh.”

“They were fresh once.” He slowly started to rub the dirt and dry blood off the skin, evidently taking great care not to put too much pressure at first, not to cause him any pain.

“Well, they don’t hurt anymore.”

The faintest, saddest smile hushed over Yugi’s face and for a moment Katsuya thought he might start to cry. “Hm… just looking at them hurts”, he said under his breath, as if to himself.

Katsuya thought about that for a second but stopped before he, too, could feel it.

My baby. Although it is constantly taking the back seat to make space for ongoing smaller projects and fandom events, this is so close to my heart. Jounouchi’s POV because I love him and I feel way too connected to this boy.

Even tho this is getting long: Inspired by @kuriboh-i-choose-you I will also put here a special mention [Scandalship WIP haha]:

HEAVENSENT 

is the first thing I started writing in 2020. And until now it is the one I most want to write but also rarely find the correct headspace to do so. But I want to share a little something here then, if I might~

It is a story of Kaiba trying to travel to the afterlife, but traveling into the past instead, whoops.

[Scandalshipping | Prideshipping | WIP]

(of chapter 2)

A strange and new insecurity bewitched him. Was he meant to bow? No one ever taught him about this. But he did not feel like bowing to the other, instead, he lifted his chin ever so slightly. “I was worried not to be able to communicate.” “I wouldn’t have a language barrier get in the way of my revenge. Now, where are my clothes? Don’t make me ask again…” The audacity had Atem nearly choke on his breath. Wasn’t it too much to talk like this, no matter who he was? “It would appear the servants have taken it to clean... I will make sure it will be returned to you. You shall forgive the insolence.” He thought about calling the guards in, but didn’t want to interrupt the time between them quite yet. Once the priests found out about his awakening, they would be all over the case. “May I ask your name? I wish to at least address you properly. Forgive me for not recognizing you should there have been a way for me to kn-” “Seto Kaiba.” Seto! By Rah, if this was a joke, he wished it to come to an end already. Besides him being interrupted yet again when all he did was try to be polite, to have his dearest’s name be used atop of his shape, how much insult would he have to tolerate? “Seto….?” “It is unfortunate… I thought I should have left a lasting impression on that ghost of yours.” “I’m afraid I don’t understand.” “Yes, I’m aware. It’s rather obvious.” Searching for his composure, Atem pushed aside the blinds, pretending curiosity as to what was happening outside, where nothing was happening at all because the whole world was happening right here. He sensed it through the vibrations inside his chest. Alarmed by the sound of naked footsteps behind him, he turned just in time to hurry and push himself between the door and Seto Kaiba. “What are you doing?” “Out of my way, Pharaoh, I will find the lackeys responsible for my clothes vanishing, and I will get them, hopefully before someone dares to rub them against a stone down in the Nile.” His trembling palms raised toward Kaiba's chest, Atem managed to stop his motion, incredibly cautious not to touch him. “There is nothing wrong with the Nile, but I am trying to be understanding. However, will you please consider your appearance and withhold from exposing yourself like this to the entire court. The guards might think you a mad man. I ask you to stay here, I will get your dress back for you.” “You better be quick about it.” “Just...” Atem did not appreciate the language at all, but the worst of it was that the harsh fold between Kaiba’s brows, the disregard in the air between them and the light garment made his knees weak. “Just stay here. And stay quiet. If you cause trouble, I-” “I got it.” He turned away. “Just get on with it.”

This is so long, how awful, I apologize !!!!! but also ... greatful if anyone at all reads through this x.x’’’’’ 

ヽ(´ཀ`」∠) 彡3

[runaway-horses]

The Ache Is In Your Soul, Not Your Limbs

Word Count: 2,754

A/N: I wrote this instead of a lab report, and I wrote the last 1,000 ish words in the last two hours while drinking black coffee and watching Netflix. I hope y’all enjoy this! I’m not sure how I feel about it.

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, angst, injury, mentions of wounds, passing out, pain, I think it’s OOC? But eh. Hurt/comfort. The sides have wings. Please let me know if I need to add/remove anything!

Tags: @a-cure-for-sentience, @pippippippin, (If I missed someone who asked to be tagged in future works of mine I’m sorry, I can’t remember who was on which taglist x.x)

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Deceit sunk out, dropping the maniacal chuckle as soon as he could. His first time revealing himself to Thomas. It could’ve gone worse, he supposed, but it could have gone better. Of course impersonating Morality was the most difficult course of action; he believed in rigid laws of right and wrong and left no room for the grey area that Deceit usually operated in.

He stood in front of his mirror and studied his reflection.

He didn’t at all mind his physical appearance, but it was novel to be able to look at it. Keeping himself hidden from Thomas meant he existed as a Side without form, not much more than a conscious entity, lacking a physical presence. Or, as physical as one could be as a figment of someone’s personality. He supposed he would have to get used to this new body now.

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Weeks later, Deceit sunk down into his room, immediately shrugging his cape off and tugging at his shirt. He needed it off, he needed it off, he needed it off-

The article of clothing fell to the floor, allowing the large feathered appendages folded against his back to release. They ached deeply, the muscles spasming from being folded roughly inside his clothes for so long.

Where the wings had come from, Deceit had no inkling of an idea. They had appeared in their fully feathered glory the day after he first revealed himself to Thomas. Deceit sighed and stretched them out as far as he could, trying to ease the ache. He hadn’t signed up for wings when he revealed himself to Thomas. Another unsettling part of him, he supposed.

First the scales, now this.

Deceit had no idea how to take care of wings, but there must be long-term repercussions for repeatedly folding them unnaturally. Did they need to be cleaned? He didn’t know. He didn’t want to think about it. Instead, he sat down on his bed and let his wings splay out around him. They still hurt, but not as much as they had. He pulled out his notebook and, keeping one ear tuned in case Thomas encountered a difficult situation, started to write.

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Deceit sunk out, his ears ringing.

They weren’t listening to him, Thomas, Patton, Logan, Virgil, no one wanted to hear what he had to say. He was used to it, it was fine, but he had never stayed out with them for so long and his wings were on fire.

He wrestled with his shirt, remembering belatedly that he could just snap it off.

His wings fell out of their position, and the sudden movement had him choking back a cry of agony.

He barely had time to stumble to his bed before the world faded to black.

///

Roman glided to the ground, using his wings to make a graceful landing. Things had been...less than stellar in the days after the video, but he found that a good flight was always good for creativity. The wind ruffling his feathers, the warmth in his face and back, the feeling of weightlessness as he soared high above everything in the Imagination - yeah. It was good.

The calm of the Imagination was shattered quickly, however, by Patton flying in, cardigan fluttering behind him like a cape (perhaps they could do a video with superhero personas? He’d have to write that down.)

“Something’s wrong.” Patton blurted as soon as he was in hearing distance.

“What?” Roman asked, his mind still working on the superhero idea. (He wanted a cape, ok?)

“Something’s wrong, I can feel it, I was in the kitchen baking some cookies when I felt something...flicker out. And I can’t figure out what it was! I already checked on Logan and Virgil,  they’re fine, so I thought it might have been you -even though it didn’t feel like you- but you’re fine! And I don’t know what’s wrong!” Patton was breathing hard, his face red, and whether it was from the running or the intense emotions -both, in all likelihood-  Roman couldn’t tell.

“Easy Padre, take a deep breath.” Roman reached out with his arms to pull Patton into a hug, wrapping his wings around him too. “Whatever it is, we can’t figure it out if you’re passed out. There you go, nice big breaths.”

Patton’s breathing settled to something more regular, and Roman pulled away, though he left his wings loosely surrounding him.

“Now, tell me exactly what happened.”

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Patton didn’t know exactly what he was expecting Deceit’s room to look like (the Slytherin common room perhaps?), but this wasn’t it.

It looked...normal.

Well, normal except for the unconscious Side lying (ha!) draped over his bed.

Deceit...had wings. Big ones. Black with yellow feathers neatly outlining the edges. They were magnificent.

They were also in awful shape. The feathers were sticking out in every which direction, some twisted around each other, others bent under in what had to be awfully painful. There were raw, bald spots on the tops of the wing joints, right where a shirt would hit. Patton winced in sympathy.

He stepped past the pile of clothes on the floor and approached the bed. Deceit’s wings were twitching slightly and little spasms were visible. Whatever the deceitful Side had been doing, he had taken awful care of his wings. Patton gently ran his fingers through the downy feathers on the underside of a wing and made a face at how dirty they were.

With a sigh, Patton placed his hands on Deceit and sunk them out to the Commons. He’d need his whole family to help him sort out this mess.

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Roman shrieked when Patton appeared on the floor of the living room, Deceit with him.

Patton was in Dad-Mode however, and did nothing more than wave Roman over.  

“Go get Logan and Virgil, and grab some towels while you’re at it. His wings need to be groomed.”

Roman had so many questions -Deceit had wings? Since when?- but he knew better than to try to slow Pat down while he was in Dad-Mode. Instead he nodded once and quickly headed out to fetch the things that Patton asked him for.

Logan and Virgil had sunk down to Patton, no questions asked, and when Roman made it back to the three of  them with a stack of towels, they were already spreading Deceit’s wings out. They were huge, easily spanning the distance between the couch and the wall, and -Roman admitted begrudgingly- they were beautiful. Or they would be once they were cleaned up.

“Oh good Roman, you’re here. Lay those out under his wings, I think it’s safe to say that he’s going to lose a fair amount of feathers.” Roman helped Patton spread them out, and then he settled himself next to Logan to start the tedious process of setting the feathers straight.

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Deceit was pulled out of the pleasant darkness that he had sunk into by being jostled roughly, sharp points of pain awakening him fully. He twisted away with a screech -there were hands, hands on his wings, pulling at them, and he needed them off- but the hands didn’t relent, instead tightening their grip. He tried to pull his wings -his aching, sensitive, vulnerable, wings- away from them, but they wouldn’t cooperate. He only succeed in making them spasm again, and he took a deep breath against the pain.

Finally, his senses cleared enough that he could hear the voices murmuring to him.

“Shh, Deceit, stop moving. It’s ok, it’s just us. It’ll be ok.”

Patton. The voice was Patton’s, but it had the opposite effect of soothing. He just pulled harder, wondering why they had invaded his room, his private space. Hands were still tangled in the feathers of his wings, and he finally stopped pulling when he realized that they weren’t letting him go.

“Please,” He whispered, feeling awfully exposed. Hadn’t he suffered enough?

“Deceit, we’re not here to hurt you. We’re trying to help.”

If only that were true. Deceit was so very tired of being alone, of being ignored. His wings hurt, and so did his heart, and he just wanted it to stop.

“Ok,” He whispered, dropping his head onto the carpet. He didn’t believe them -why should he?- but he didn’t have the energy to sink out. They could do whatever they wanted as long as he could sleep through it.

“Oh, ok, good. Just relax, Deceit, it’s...it’s going to be ok.” Patton’s tone was surprised with a hint of something else, uncertainty? Fear? Distrust? Deceit shifted slightly and braced himself.

“Alright so, your wings are in quite the shape. We’re going to see if we can straighten out your feathers, and then we’ll go from there.”

That didn’t make sense.

“What? I don’t understand, aren’t you guys...I don’t know. Going to hurt me? How do you know how to groom wings? Aren’t you freaked out by them?”

The living room was silent (because that’s where he was, not his room as he had thought), until it was broken by Roman’s voice.

“Deceit, I know we have had our...differences in the past-” An understatement- “But we wouldn’t ever harm you.” Roman’s voice was hurt? As if this day wasn’t weird enough.

“And as for your wings, well. We all have them. So our knowledge is of a rather personal manner.” That was Logan, and his voice was calm, calculated as always.

Wait- what?

‘What?” God, maybe Deceit hit his head when he fell. Although he wasn’t quite sure his brain could come up with something as ridiculous as this. Wings? They all have them? “I’ve never seen them before.”

“Well I suppose that makes sense, we keep them invisible while with Thomas. We only have them out when we’re here, in his mind. You avoid the Common area, to the best of my knowledge.” Logan paused for a moment. 

That was true. Deceit stayed to his room as a rule. Deceit let out another sigh, this one relieved, because at the very least he now knew that the others knew what they were doing concerning wings.

“Deceit, we’re going to start straightening out your feathers now. It’ll probably hurt, and I’m sorry about that, but it’s got to be done.” He nodded and resisted the urge to jerk away when his wings were spread out again. Slowly, the Light Sides started the long process of fixing his wings. Each feather was its own point of pain, and it felt like individual needles as they straightened each one that was out of place, many of them falling out as they went.

He didn’t notice he was crying, silent tears slipping out of his eyes, until the carpet had a slight damp spot pressing into the side of his face. Someone -Virgil, perhaps?- reached for a twisted primary to try to straighten it out. It hurt so much more than the others, and Deceit yanked his wing away on instinct, accidentally hitting the two sides on his left with it when he did so.

“I totally meant to do that.” The lie slipped out without him thinking about it, and he winced. “Sorry,” He added softly, trying to fold his wings up and roll away from the four sides. Patton placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and stopped him.

“Hold up there, easy. Don’t go anywhere. We can take a break, but your wings are only going to get worse if we leave them like this.”

Deceit sat up so he could look the others in their eyes. He shifted uncomfortably when he remembered that he was shirtless and tried to subtly wrap his arms around himself.

“Oh,” Patton whispered softly, leaning forward to gently wipe at Deceit’s cheeks, where the evidence of tears was fresh. “You could’ve asked us to stop Deceit, we told you it would hurt but you weren’t supposed to be suffering.” Deceit shook his head and dropped his gaze. He felt weird, emotional and tired, not at all like his usual snarky self. Patton looked past him and said, “Logan? Will you go get us some first aid supplies? We need to wrap those raw spots.”

“I’ll go with him,” Virgil mumbled. Deceit heard them depart, eyes still trained on the floor, and Patton addressed Roman next, asking him to go make them some tea. Deceit was about to ask why they didn’t just summon those things, but he bit his tongue. Patton sat down in front of him, criss-cross-applesauce, and smiled gently at him.

“I’m sorry, Deceit. We didn’t do this right, at all.”

Deceit shrugged. “Why’d you come looking for me?”

“I knew something was wrong, I could feel it. Something flickered out in the Mindscape, and when I realized it was you I was worried that you had been hurt, or ducked out.”

Deceit decided against saying what he was thinking, Wouldn’t you all be thrilled if I left?

“Deceit...how long have you had wings?’

A pause.

“Since I first revealed myself to Thomas.”

Patton gasped softly, and made a strange motion with his hands, like he wanted to hug him, but thought better of it.

An awkward silence settled between them, but Patton broke it again.

“Do you want to see my wings?”

Deceit lifted his head at that, shock written all over his features. As he watched, Patton’s wings manifested in the static space behind his back. They were adorable, and matched Patton perfectly. They were much smaller than Deceit’s, and Patton’s feathers were light blue with green splashes on them, like someone had splattered paint on them. Patton stretched his wings all the way out.

“Would you like to touch them?”

Deceit’s hand was already halfway towards them, and he paused to confirm with Patton that yes, he could. Patton’s feathers were soft, not sticky like Deceit’s. He was still marveling over them when the other Sides returned, Roman balancing five mugs of tea and Logan carrying a small First-Aid kit. They all settled down on the living room floor with Patton and Deceit, all giving him warning looks as he carded his fingers through the downy feathers of the underside of Patton’s wing.

Deceit pulled his hand away like he had been burned and dropped his gaze again. If he had been looking up, he would have seen the glare that Patton was giving the others.

“Deceit, will you be ok with Logan bandaging your wings? The tops of them are rubbed raw and I want to make sure those don’t get infected and give the feathers there a chance to come back in.”

Deceit lifted one shoulder in acknowledgement and slowly stretched a wing towards Logan, ignoring the ache in the muscles from doing so. Logan’s hands were cold when they made contact with the tops of his wings, but his hands were gentle as he maneuvered it how he wanted it.

“Ok, I’m going to clean these, put some Neosporin on them, and bandage them. I apologise for any discomfort this may cause.”

The sting of whatever Logan was using to clean the wounds burned like a bitch, and Deceit white knuckled the fabric of his pants through the whole thing. The cream was cool, at least, and the bandage was soft. He let out a soft gasp when the cotton ball touched his other wing and pressed his lips together tightly to keep any other sounds from escaping.

A warm hand gripped his, and he glanced up to see Roman looking at him. Roman offered him a smile that was tight around the edges, but still genuine. He held his gaze until Logan secured the edge of the bandage.

“There. Finished.” He heard Logan shuffling away, and he awkwardly pulled his wings in towards his body.

“Thanks, Logan.” Deceit offered, glancing over his shoulder. Logan gave him a curt nod, but his eyes were soft. Patton handed him his mug of tea with a smile.

“It’s late, and I’m sure you’re tired. Do you want to sleep down here Deceit? Logan or I can change your bandages tomorrow and we can finish grooming you.”

Deceit nodded, and pretended the lump in his throat was allergies, or the hot tea going down before it had a chance to cool down. And the sting in his eyes was from the residual pain, not because Patton looked at him with an honest and open expression. No, there were no emotions here, his insides were just warm from the tea, not because he had never felt this kind of familiarity. Roman’s hand was still warm on his, and the pain in his wings had faded to a background ache.

“Yes, Patton, thank you. That sounds...wonderful.”

Deceit couldn’t have lied even if he wanted to.

[fbwzoo]

I was tagged by @vet-and-wild to do this ask meme, thank you! :) 

1. What’s your one biggest goal in life right now?

Move in with my partners (roomie coming with) next year and to pay off all my debt!

2. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Still working at my current job, mmmmaaaaaybe debt-free? And living very happily with my lil family in a house full of rescued animals that live wonderful, spoiled lives.

3. Favorite book ever?

I have over 1200 books, you cannot ask me this. Most recent favorites were the Binti trilogy by Nnedi Okorafor and the Xenogenesis (Lilith’s Brood) trilogy by Octavia Butler! And I’m currently reading “How Long ‘Til Black Future Month” by N.K. Jemisin, but I only just started it. (Also kinda working on 1493 by Charles Mann for a nonfic book alongside)

4. Dream pet?

I think right now it’s probably budgies or another small parrot, to be honest. I’m not sure I’ll be able to have parrots at all due to their care requirements & the amount of noise they typically produce. But I’ve loved parrots for something like a decade now, and still dream about rescuing some small ones to spoil properly. ♥

5. Best experience and why?

Volunteering at Wildside for 6 years. ♥ It was the love of my life while I was working there, and I was so happy. I learned so much more about animals, I discovered how much I enjoyed educating people about animals, I learned that I have more specific special interests in animal nutrition/diets and enrichment within my greater animal care interest.... My experience there also enabled me to qualify for my current job, which is a really good one & has allowed me to live on my own, pay towards my debt, and take care of all of my animals. I miss Wildside constantly and wish I could be more involved. I know there are things I could do to help from afar, but I just don’t have the spoons to be reliable right now, and it’s so frustrating to me.

6. Current mentors and inspirations?

I’m gonna count the rehabber who runs Wildside here, even though I don’t get to talk to her often at all anymore. She’s amazing and taught me so much during my time there, and I wish I could be her. I also have a friend at work who is kinda my work mentor, I suppose, she handles education & training stuff there and trained me when I first started. She also teaches the classes for pursuing certifications, so she’s kinda a direct teacher for that right now as well.

I also have a lot of people on here that are inspirations for animal care for different animals. @followthebluebell and @fractiousrvt for cats/reptiles, @flock-talk for parrots, @kaijutegu for her reptile care, @rainbowsnakes and @wheremyscalesslither and @i-m-snek for snake care (especially ball pythons, so often neglected/abused). @pet-interests for her dog care & training, which is fascinating & impressive as hell to watch & given me lots of resources to save for bf’s future dog. @hedgehogsofasgard for teaching me more about hedgehog and tenrec care and nutrition. @drferox for just being all around amazing animal inspiration. I’m sure I’m forgetting some more people here!

7. Favorite things about the Tumblr community?

I love having a platform where I can follow so many different people that focus on different animals so I can learn more about them. Otherwise you have to join a million Facebook groups, or different forums, etc. It’s wonderful being able to just look at & learn about & appreciate animals from all different groups on one platform, including wildlife. As well as learning more about conservation, veterinary care & work, and just all kinds of things. That’s why I’ve stuck with this hellsite so long, because nowhere else replicates that kind of thing yet.

I also seriously appreciate the reptile community I’ve found on this site. Like, this deserves a special mention here because I’ve been so repelled by the reptile community in general almost everywhere else. Facebook groups & forums & websites. I’m so disgusted with how most of the ball python world treats their animals. I hate how so many reptile people treat their animals like trading cards and pay so little attention to their wellbeing (particularly psychological). And while I got scared off from the larger community way before being exposed to it, I’ve seen how the people who do interact with it are subjected to hella sexism and other shitty things, which is infuriating. I’ve been able to avoid a lot of that nasty shit with the reptile community on Tumblr, and it’s overall been a really supportive and educational group to be part of.

I’m always too anxious about bothering people to tag anyone else for these kinds of things, I’m sorry. x.x If anyone else who sees this wants to do it, feel free to tag me in your response post! :) 

[megan-cutler]

I was tagged by @bookishdiplodocus for this one! (Sorry about the delayed response!)

What are you currently reading? The Dark Tower - the last book in the Dark Tower Series by Stephen King

How many books have you read this year? Six so far? That kind of makes me sad x.x I just don't have as much time to read as I used to.

How have your reading tastes changed from when you were a child? Not much, honestly, I just read more widely than I used to.

Physical book or e-book? I like and read both. I personally prefer the textile sensation of physical books, but you can't beat being able to take 100 books with you on vacation for the low low weight of one e-reader.

Where do you love to read? Anywhere I can curl up with a blanket and a pillow and possibly a cup of tea. Though I do avoid reading in bed these days because it makes for bad sleep hygiene and being an insomniac means doing every little tiny thing you can to get a good night of sleep.

What is your ideal reading atmosphere? Background noise or silent? Alone or with others? My ideal is quiet - not necessarily silence - and alone. But I don't mind reading with others if they aren't interrupting me. And I've learned to tune out the background noise when I have to XD

Are you a writer? Yup!

What was your very first baby book? Oh boy... maybe it was The Pokey Little Puppy? The first one I remember really fondly was "I'll Love You Forever" (*sobs*)

What was the first book you read on your own? Not sure. The one I remember most vividly, though was Venus Among the Fishes

What has been the longest gap between books? I usually start reading a new book the day after I finish the last one, if not the same day. It's how long it takes me to read a book XD that's the question. The Fellowship of the Ring took me about six months because it was hard to get into. That's probably the longest. Although at the rate I'm getting through the Dark Tower, there's going to be a new contender x.x

What are your favourite genres? Oh gosh, Fantasy and Science-Fiction are the big ones. I have a soft spot for a really good romance (Like The Time Traveler's Wife). I also dabble in historical fiction and most of the sub genres of everything already mentioned. If it catches my fancy and keeps it, I'll read it.

What books make you happy? I like books that absorb me into the world, make me care about the characters and tell me a good story. Even if the ending isn't happy, as long as I got a good story, I'm satisfied.

What books have made you uncomfortable? Why? Uh.. I can't remember any books that made me specifically uncomfortable. Honestly, sometimes the point of books is to make you uncomfortable with something. But there was some creepy part at the beginning of the Dark Tower that just felt totally unnecessary... and inappropriate to discuss x.x

Can you read anywhere? Moving vehicle? Rollercoaster? Sadly, no. I did train myself to read on the subway while I was living in Toronto and that translated to the train while I was in England. But generally, I can't move while in motion. Airplanes are so/so, I can sometimes manage small chunks. But in the car, never!

How do you bookmark books? With bookmarks - boring, I know. But I love me a good bookmark. I have a small stash.

Policy on book-lending? You can borrow it as long as you return it in a reasonable amount of time and in relatively the same condition you took it away in. Otherwise you replace it.

Do people know you’re a bookworm? Heck yeah XD Kinda hard not to.

How well do you take care of your books? VERY. As in, I have developed a method of reading that minimizes the amount of creases that form in the book spine while I'm reading it. And I never store them in a way that might bend or warp the covers or spines.

Can you read in other languages? Sadly, no.

What is a total book turn-off for you? Women who fall in love with men who abuse them. Also women who fall in love with abusive men because they need to be 'saved' and their magic love is the only way to do it. I'm SO done with that crap.

What is an essential element of a good book? Good characters; they are the foundation from which all good stories spring.

Genres you rarely read? Horror and mystery. In the case of horror, I just can't do it. I'm too chicken. In the case of mystery, I get too micro-managey on the details and always end up missing stuff anyway, so I don't really enjoy them. I'm not huge on thrillers either, but am not opposed to giving them a fair shake.

Do you read non-fiction? Yup! Most recently The Art of War :3

Do you read reviews on a book before you read it? Sometimes. It depends on how well I know the author and where I'm learning about the book. If it's someone new to me and none of my friends have read the book, I like to get some sense of what I might be in for before I buy something.

Do you judge a book by the cover? Yes and no. I judge by the back over - IE the description of the book, and the front insert if there is one. Pretty covers are nice, and sometimes draw me to books I'd otherwise pass over. But I don't pass over books specifically because of their covers either. If it sounds like a good story, I'll read it.

Do you read cover to cover or sometimes skim parts? Almost always cover to cover. If I'm skimming the book it's bad and I probably won't bother finishing it.

Do you always finish a book, even if it is dull? I used to. But then I realized life is too short for that kind of crap. So now I either discard a book if it loses me or skim it to see if it gets interesting again.

How do you organise your books? Oh boy XD In order of favorite authors / series. I mean, basically no one can figure out where the books go except me. Not even my husband has figured out my system XD

Favourite book this year? Dune. I'm kinda shocked I got this far in life without having read it before! I’m late to the game on this one, so tagging anyone reading this who wants to do it and hasn’t already (YES YOU READING THIS UNCERTAINLY!)

[blustersquall]

♔ for Isabel and Arthur please!!

Soooo~ this is pre-relationship. Set around chapter 3 at Clemen’s Point. I always thought that Hosea would be one of those people who picks up on attractions people have and, because he’s older and has clearly lived life, is always the one to tell others to stop beating around the bush and just get on with it. Especially Arthur, who I’m sure Hosea has seen at his highest and lowest points... And I imagine Hosea wants his son to be happy. To feel entitled to that happiness, and to grasp it when it’s presented....

idk. This is a less shippy one, I think, and more... Hosea giving Arthur a gentle push in Isabel’s direction. 

@ineedpeetalikehekneadsbread @rdr-oc-appreciation

It took Arthur a few moments to recognise the garment that Isabel wore. A pale blue shirt with a white collar. His shirt. When he realised, he paused in his steps and turned to face her where she was sitting by the lake with Valkyrie.

“That’s my shirt.” 

Isabel shot to her feet. The shirt was far too big for her. If not for the belt cinching it around her waist, it would probably have been falling off her. The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows and despite all but two of the top buttons being fastened, Arthur saw glimpses of skin.

“I-uh-- sorry.” She tugged at the bottom of the shirt, “I-- well, Valkyrie threw me earlier... right into a puddle,” she gave the ardennes lying on the lake shore a fond glance, “an’, well... Miss Grimshaw threw this at me after she all-but pulled me outta my dirty clothes. Kept sayin’ I’d make people sick draggin’ all that mud into camp.”

“Oh.”

“So... so, I...” Isabel fingered one of the buttons, “I can take it off, if it bothers you that I’m wearin’ it.”

“No, no...” Arthur lifted his hands, “that won’t be necessary.” Isabel smiled towards him, and they stood in a brief, awkward silence. 

“My clothes are washed, I’m just waitin’ for ‘em to dry. I’ll make sure to wash this shirt before I give it back t’you.” She told him, tucking loose hair behind her ear. 

“You ain’t hurt?” asked Arthur, taking a step closer. Surprise flickered across Isabel’s face, before she nodded her head.

“I’m fine, thank you Mr Morgan. It was a snake that spooked her.”

Arthur inclined his head and tipped the brim of his hat towards Isabel, “well, I’m glad you’re alright, Miss Ashwood. You take your time with that shirt.” He turned on his heel and quickly marched himself into the main area of camp. He sat heavily on a chair drumming his fingers on the table top and breathing slow. His legs were jumpy and after sitting barely half a minute, Arthur was back up on his feet again, crossing the camp to another table where Hosea was sitting and reading the paper.

Taking his journal from his satchel, Arthur laid it open in front of him and flipped to a new page. He began sketching. He found a new plant that day and wanted to get a good drawing of it down while it was still fresh in his memory. He found his concentration lacking, however, and his gaze drifting across the camp to the lake shore where he could still see Isabel sitting with her horse. 

His mind ticked over the image of her draped in his shirt. The way her belt cinched it at her waist to make it fit more snug to her body. Almost intimate glimpses of her skin flashed in his mind. Each time Arthur found his gaze and his mind wandering, he grunted to himself and tried to focus back on the page open before him. 

On the opposite side of the table, Hosea cleared his throat and rustled the newspaper as he turned to another page.

“Can I offer you some advice, Arthur?” 

“Sure.” he replied, putting his pencil down.

“Just go and be honest with the girl.” Hosea gave him a long, narrow-eyed look. “Life is too short to be cautious when it comes to affairs of the heart, my boy.”

It took Arthur a few seconds to regain his ability to speak. He was used to Hosea being honest, but this was... blunt and personal. He massaged the bridge of his nose. “I-- I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“You must think I’m blind.” Hosea said, smirking and crossing his arms over the paper open in front of him. “I seen the way you look at Miss Ashwood. Seen the way you been lookin’ at her since she arrived. You’re practically each other’s shadows.”

“We’re... We’re friends.” Arthur sputtered, “an’ she’s a good shot. Got good eyes, an’ good instincts.”

“Arthur,” Hosea looked across the camp towards where Isabel was sitting, “you don’t meet a woman like that every day.” He turned his gaze back to Arthur, “an’ this life, it isn’t a long one. Embrace all the happiness you find, for tomorrow you might be dead.” Arthur laughed at that, but the sober expression on Hosea’s face quickly silenced him.

“It really ain’t like that, Hosea.”

Folding his paper, Hosea sighed as he got to his feet. He gave Arthur’s shoulder a quick pat as he passed him. “Take it from an old fool Arthur, the worst thing you can do is spend your life wondering ‘what if’. It’s something to think about.”

Hosea went towards his tent and bedroll. Arthur watched him for a moment or two before turning his attention back to the pages open in front of him. He hadn’t sketched much, but what he had sketched looked less like the flower he intended to draw and more like a face with feminine features.

Arthur snapped his journal closed and got to his feet. He went to his own tent and lay back on his bed. He placed his hat over his face. What did Hosea know?

I hope this is okay!

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