#and NOT working on the cover letter i was procrastinating on.

[luckydicekirby]

alright MY turn to do a post s2 devil's minion fic!

all human decisions, 20k, armand/daniel, a bit of daniel/louis too for fun.

Daniel’s bastard maker had the advantage over him: he could travel by daylight. By the time Daniel woke at dusk, sprawled on the couch and actually literally tucked in, there was no sign of him. Well, fuck Armand. Daniel might be a newly minted best-selling conspiracy theorist whose sanity was being publicly debated on every existing social media platform, but he was still a journalist. He could track down one monstrous extremely divorced serial killer, easy.

[ahordeofwasps]

Nothing motivates me more to work on my WIPs than having to write up my thesis

Nothing motivates me more to write up my thesis than having to work on job applications

[ef-1]

I applied to a prestigious law program/scholarship and I need your positive energy, prayers, vibes, manifestation all of it

[wordsofwilderness]

Book bind: Worm James (aka “Wames”)

Lucky for me, citrus and snark taste good on you

Finally my bind of Worm James (aka “Wames”) by @thebibutterflyao3 is done! This has been such a long time in the making, due to my commitment to making illustrations (and a heavy dose of procrastination😅)

All the illustrations in the main typeset was made in gouache and scanned to be used digitally. Making all the worms move around the edge took way too much time, so please take a moment to appreciate:

The illustrations at the very end of the video are by me and @likeprongstostars (thank you so much for drawing worms with me!) from this post.

The paper is Viking Norma in 105 gsm, which I really liked working with, and I'll probably use it again (though maybe a thicker version) if I ever want to print any coloured typesets again. The book cloth is homemade from a quilting fabric from a local store, homemade wheat paste and kraft paper. The cover lettering was done with heat transfer vinyl, and the endpaper is from a design paper pad.

[fortheb0ys]

You know I was randomly thinking about how my sister and I started saying "yummers" because of homelander saying it to a-train 😭‼️

Then thought of you and wanted to tell you that info‼️ and maybe drop this in your inbox bc :3c

Cw: Trans Jeff Sadecki, Creampie, breeding kink, crying (I have not watched yellowjackets i am so sorry if he's ooc 😭‼️), squirting, using cunt and cocklet for Jeff's genitals, meow!

Honestly you don't know how you got here, balls deep in Jeff's cunt while in the woods.

Well, you did know. It's not like your memory is that bad.

You hadn't seen Jeff for a long, long time. Growing up together just a house away as close friends, knowing each other so well at one point people said it was eery how in tune you two were. But you left for college, and Jeff stayed where you grew up with him.

You had graduated, calls and letters becoming less and less overtime. Missing him terribly but wanting to make it where you were, not willing to drop everything to a man who was already so busy. You didn't want to burden him, and dig up past feelings that had already sealed shut.

Now you're older, successful, done everything you could to become who you are. Yet you felt.... unfulfilled. You knew exactly what was missing, knew exactly what you needed....

Him.

So you trudged your sorry ass all the way back to the old place you left behind so many years ago, seeing how some of the sights had changed. Totally not procrastinating finding Jeff, knowing where he works and lives because of social media.

Eventually, you get the balls to find your way to his job. Watching as he walks towards his car, blissfully unaware that you're right there.

"Jeff." You clear your throat, watching as he stills and turns around with wide- disbelieving eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Bright eyed smile crossing his face as he walks up to you, pulling you in for a good and strong hug.

It's familiar, the way his arms wrap around your shoulders. Your arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him close. His scent, his smile, his eyes.

Fuck.

"I missed this place, missed all the people."

Missed you. Goes left unsaid.

"You did? This ol' place?" He looks at you as if you grown two heads, clapping you on the shoulders and pulling away to lean back against his car.

"Yeah, is that really so hard to believe?" You murmur, unable to help the way you lean towards him. Moving just that bit closer to be deemed almost too friendly.

You know him, known him for years.

You can see the way his breath hitches, eyes widening slightly as you move a bit closer. The way he shifts to subtly squeeze his thighs together.

You smile, feeling your eyes darken and your heart begin to pound.

"Okay, maybe I fibbed a little. What, or who, I really missed was you."

It didn't take long for Jeff to push you into his car, unbuckling and unzipping your pants eagerly. Lips slotted together with yours as you practically rip his pants off of him, drawing him onto your semi-clothed lap and groaning at the feel of his bare cunt pressing against your length.

He doesn't even wait for himself to get all that wet, doesn't need to. Already soaked and dripping from his pink cunt, delicious curly blonde bush slicked down from sweat and arousal. His shaking hand guiding you up and against his hole.

Both of you groan into each other's mouths as he sinks down, down, down. Ass flush against your thighs, walls a warm vice around your cock.

"Fuck, you fit perfect-" He gasps out, holding onto your shoulders for purchase. Guttural moan flying past his lips as you hold his hips in place and jackhammer up into him.

"Been wanting you like this for years. Never had the chance back then, so I'm not wasting any time now." You growl out, kissing and nipping against his jaw. Wanting him covered in your marks, want to fill his cunt with your spend. Want to claim him in every way you can because you refuse to let him slip from your fingers again.

"Wait — fuck — slow down!" He cries out, cunt so slick you're sure it's audible outside of the car. But do you slow down? No. He's not in pain, he's just close.

You can feel it with the way his walls spasm, feel it in the way he gets wetter and wetter. Feel it in the way his blunt nails are digging into your shoulders at each sloppy thrust. Pink lips all puffy and red, slack with spit, eyes all glazed over.

He's about to go stupid from your dick.

You bring your hand to his cocklet, thumbing at the sensitive tip and seeing the way he goes wide-eyed.

Fuck.

He screams your name, tears slipping down his cheeks as his hips buck like wild while his walls spasm and milk your length. His body going taut as he throws his head back, flooding your lap with his juices.

Fuck.

With a few weak pumps of your hips, you spill into him. Pulling him down flush against your lap, even as jolts of aftershocks run through him. Cunt so tight it almost hurts as it clamps down.

MEOW :3c

I love that🙏 I got the wosrt habit of repeating things characters say😭

AHHHHH A JEFF FIC IN MY INBOX🥺WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!? THANK YOU SM FOR BLESSING MY EYES!! His character is on point😭 Just the thought of rekindling a relationship with Jeff after like twenty years will forever be ingrained in my brain.

[plor-bindery]

Bound: Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

This one is for a friend, whose spouse made me a bench hook. I used @canon-in-too-deep's delightful free typeset (thank youuuu!) Binder friends, if you're not already perusing and using canon's typesets, I urge you to take a look! They are so well done, beautifully laid out, and so lovely to look at.

While the book and the cover colour were both at the request of my friend, I think P&P is my favourite book in the world, so it wasn't exactly a hardship to dig into this bind. I'm very fond of my Oxford World Classics copy from my uni days, and I also own a Penguin clothbound version... but I might need to make my own someday.

I reflected already on how this started off as a cursed bind, but I'm happy to report that though the text block cuts are not perfect, the book itself came out quite well. I'm thankful I didn't give up and start over!

Process and materials as per usual under the cut.

Materials: First time using faux leather! I am still not sold -- it's just wooqu's version of the stuff, and while the colour and texture are nice, it's quite plasticky overall. But I remain uninterested in real leather, so I suppose it's good to start trying some faux options. It was a little harder to crease/turn in, and wanted more patience with my mix. But it was easy to wipe errant glue off, which was kind of a treat. Also easy to mark with a hasty fingernail, less good.

The rest is nothing new: ledger paper (24 lb Xerox) cut down to short-grain letter (badly). I sewed on tapes since this baby is 440 pages, but used waxed cotton floss because my linen thread is quite heavy and I was worried about swell. I also used a bone folder to flatten each signature around the thread as I sewed it, which helped. Basically no swell! So far so stable?

End papers are scrapbook papers. Endbands are cotton floss on leather cord (yes, I sewed them; yes, it was a weird choice for a friend who probably won't care. I wanted the practice!)

I bought the peacock cover art when I was doing an early bind (Probationary Action, I think) from a seller on Etsy. Yes, it was horrifying to weed.

Process: As mentioned above, this started out as a cursed bind, but I pulled it out of the fire pretty well by the end! I did a trial run applying HTV to the faux leather because I was worried about the heat melting the material. It didn't seem to have that issue, but the carrier sheet for the HTV left indelible impressions wherever I pressed the edges into the material. (I press with a cheap Amazon mini-press, but I don't use a huge amount of pressure.) So I decided to do a cover/spine design that would allow me to use a full sheet of HTV that ran edge to edge on each part of the cover, so I didn't have to worry about that edge marking issue. It worked!

I have tried rounding and backing spines before, but it's almost impossible to do backing well without backing boards, which in turn need a lying press or finishing press, and I'm still over here working with wrapped bricks and two cutting boards with carriage bolts and wingnuts. So I'm trying to figure out ways to avoid needing to round/back. 20-page signatures help! Lighter thread! etc etc. I did one rounded spine (a bind of Sense and Sensibility I've never shared here) and it was... okay? Without backing, rounding is mostly an aesthetic choice anyway.

I need to get my guillotine sharpened. There was a whole saga a month back with me trying to level the blade and almost slicing my fingertip off (ouch) but the result was that I had trouble putting the damn machine back together properly and the blade sat on the fence a bunch while I was figuring it out, which definitely dulled part of the blade. I'm procrastinating about getting it done because a) terrified of cutting myself again getting the blade off and b) mad at myself that my almost new guillotine already needs this service. So for now, I'm just shoving scrap paper under every text block I cut so that the dull bit of the blade is failing to cut the waste paper and not the block. Works? Annoying, but works?

See, this is the problem with a writer doing a craft, I won't goddamn shut up once I start typing.

[lapisamatize]

𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

After months of unsucceful attempts getting employed, Reader felt burnout and thinks its the end of their future. Keegan comes by accidentally to give them the comfort they need.

Pairings : Keegan P.Russ x GN!Reader

comfort,fluff

💌🦋A/N: I need comfort from work so I wrote this. Didn't check much mistakes so bare me if theres any you find :3

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On the sofa you sat, blankets covering your back and a pillow on your lap. The light emits from the laptop ever so slowly burning your eyes. You scrolled through your emails, hoping to find that one acceptance letter for a job. But alas there was none.

The only background music you have is muffled rain. You can't help but feel anxious about how ruined your future will be when your work flow is like this. Being a procrastinator, unmotivated at some days, and having the worst mental swings affecting greatly on your progress. Your felt tears drying on your face, maybe you should do something to get the stress off your mind. You sat up, blanket dropped on the couch. Making your way to the kitchen to brew some nice hot coffee.

After a while, a sudden knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. You looked over to the clock on the wall

10:30

At this time really? Who could possibly come here this late. You made your way to the door being slightly annoyed at the ruined silence. “Hey, it's raining hard outside. Mind I stay here for a while kid?" It was Keegan, your old pal. “Can’t you just wait downstairs in the lounge area?" You gave him a irritated look. "I would, but since you're here why cant I come over and say hi instead" He grins. You wouldn’t call him a friend really, more of an acquaintance. You sighed and let him in, "Don't go anywhere you're dripping wet" . You swiftly went over to the bathroom and handed Keegan back a towel to dry him off.

As he dried himself, he sat comfortably on the couch, taking most of the space all to himself. His gaze flickered between the messes on the coffee table and your laptop. "Still no luck applying for a job?" Keegan asked, you sighed nodding, "degree going to waste.." Keegan just chuckled at your words. "Don't say that, I know you will get one sooner or later. You just haven't found the right one" You shrugged at keegans words, while cleaning the mess on the desk “I know.. but the bills say otherwise.”

When you finished cleaning the mess, he scooted over abit to make room for you, patting the empty spot. You suddenly had that surge of sadness again, trying your best not to burst into tears right here and then.

"Wanna watch a show to get off your mind?" ‘This dude just came in randomly interrupting me in the middle of a crying session and decided to watch TV?? Of course my answer is no-’ "Sure, pick any" He goes over to the remote and selects a show to watch.

In the midst of watching the show, somehow you and Keegan were snuggling together. Your head laying beside his side, crossing arms to keep at least some private space. He can't help but notice how you tear up every so often. He wondered how long you have been stressing about work.

A few minutes past, you fell asleep while Keegan was still wide awake. He gently lay you down on the sofa, covering you with a blanket. He stayed by your side till the rain died down. As time passed, the rain started to stop. He went over to you one last time and planted a kiss on your forehead. "I'm proud of you, seeing how far you’ve come" He stood up and made his way out. The moment Keegan turned his back and face towards the door, a small thug on his arm stopped him.

"Mind you, stay here for a while?"

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[kurogane2512]

Hellooo, can you do Chelsea x FEM chief(nsfw) From ptn?

GAH CHELSEA MY LOVE <33

I'm so sorry this is so late, the idea has been in my head for so long but I was procrastinating to write :(

18+ CONTENT MDNI

Game: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Chelsea x fem!Chief

Type: Smut and Fluff (kissing, fingering, a lot of foreplay, jealous Chelsea, Chelsea wearing her paid outfit, Chelsea is bottom for Chief change my mind)

A knock was heard on your office door, followed by Nightingale walking in carrying some papers with her.

"Chief, your mail for today."

Thanking her, you let her keep the stack on your desk then watched her walk out before you began going through the mail. There were the usual documents from FAC, 9th Agency and some other organisations followed by requests from Sinners. All of a sudden, you spotted a peculiar pink envelope, adorned with a familiar small gem on the leaflet as a seal. You carefully picked it up and examined it a bit before opening and taking out the similar looking letter, complete with pink paper and a pleasant fragrance infused in it.

You quickly recognized it was none other than Chelsea who sent it. The letter was a simple invitation to her mansion for a banquet she was holding at the end of this week. At first, you became slightly suspicious but kept those doubts aside. For some reason, you knew Chelsea had changed slightly.

"Now I remember, she had requested to be allowed to go home to look over some matters. I thought she had some work but this is what she's doing...?"

You sighed and pinched your temple as you rested back on your chair and pondered more, "I haven't talked with her properly for a while....I got so busy dealing with others that I barely visited her. I guess this is not a bad opportunity."

Accepting the invitation, you cleared your schedule and made preparations to go as stated. It was a Saturday evening when you reached her mansion, dressed up in a decent knee-length white dress which was the best clothes you could afford. Everything else was too expensive or too casual. You were greeted by a maid who guided you towards an empty room. You could sense by your shackles that Chelsea was in the mansion, probably in a nearby room.

"The Countess prepared these clothes for you. Please pick one as you like." the maid said with a bow, showing you walk-in wardrobe containing a plethora of all kinds of party dresses.

"Uh....do I have to?" you asked nervously, embarrassed by the gesture.

"The Countess would be pleased if you do. She selected everything herself."

You nodded with a sigh then walked around a bit and spotted a stylish suit piece, complete with a crimson shirt and black coat with black pants. While you weren't one to wear suits outside of work, you certainly preferred it over the extravagant and heavy dresses here. You put on the chosen suit with the maid's help, you were fixing yourself in the mirror when you saw Chelsea's figure walking in behind you.

"Did you know, Chief? Legend has it that if you keep chanting "Countess Chelsea, take me as your sugar baby" at a mirror in this mansion, no matter where I am, I'll immediately appear~"

She smirked as she stopped behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head atop your shoulder.

"I wonder if that's what you were think right now~"

You eyed her in the mirror, "I won't deny I was thinking of you. However, I'm afraid not to that extent."

"Aww, you break my heart, Chief~"

You chuckled together as she let go and you turned around to face her, immediately taken aback looking at what she was wearing.

"You....You look beautiful, Chelsea." you complimented earnestly, genuinely at a loss of words for how attractive she looked in the ruby colored floor-length dress having a thigh-high slit covered by a black transparent net.

She smiled and leaned closer, caressing the lapel of your coat.

"You don't look bad yourself, Chief. Not to mention, we match~"

Her voice husked in your ear, causing you to shiver for a brief moment before she pulled away and turned around holding your hand and dragging you out to the main hall.

"Welcome to my estate, Chief! You are my rare and precious guest, just make yourself at home. It'll be so boring if you are too nervous~"

She declared, showing you the mansion. You quickly realized you were the only ones around except the servants, it was a banquet exclusive for you two.

"C-Chelsea, you—"

"Ssh~" she put her finger on your lips and suddenly came closer, wrapping her arms over your neck while yours settled on her waist, lightly holding her. Soon enough, soothing music began playing around you and both of you began to sway to the tune, tenderly gazing at each other.

"How have things been at the bureau, Chief?"

"O-Oh, quite well...."

"Hmm~ Still too much paperwork? You know, Chief, if you become my sugar baby then all of that will end~"

"Yes yes, I know~"

You chuckled then picked up the pace slightly as the music fastened, now holding each other in a proper dance position.

"And....how have the others been? That Quinn CEO who keeps inviting you to play chess, the psychologist who loves toying with you, and....who other was it that takes up all your time?~"

You squinted your eyes and felt a different vibe about her, she seemed strangely serious.

"....I look over everyone as required, it's my job."

She raised her eyebrow then turned around and pressed her body against yours, as if being trapped in your arms. She leaned back on your shoulder; your lips were ghosting each other's and you could hear her breathing.

"Everyone except....me."

"What? No. That's not—Mhm!~"

You suddenly gasped as she pushed back further, her hand looping around your head and pulling it closer for her to lean in and place her lips on your neck. It was a simple kiss at first but she quickly sunk her teeth and sucked in, leaving a red spot on your neck.

"You have time for everyone except me. That's how you ignored me this past week. Once my problem was resolved then I was a nobody to you, isn't that right?"

"No, you are wrong. You are still detained; your Mania isn't cured and we still have to look over your crimes. I—"

She didn't let you finish as she turned around and placed her lips on yours, kissing you gently. You were surprised but her bewitching scent and soft lips drew you in, wanting to taste them more. You moved your lips in rhythm with her, pulling her even closer. The music stopped long ago yet you didn't release the kiss, both of you engaged in a needy exchange.

At last, she pulled away, licking your lips like a kitten and gazing at you while she slid her hand down to hold your wrist.

"You are mine, Chief. My....property~"

You suddenly felt your wrists tighten and looked down to see handcuffs made of gems placed fastened on them. You looked at Chelsea in shock as she smirked and pulled on the chain of the handcuffs to drag you along. You decided to follow her pace for now, secretly looking forward to what was to come. You reached a room and she shoved you inside followed by pinning you on a wall, her hands trapping you in.

"Dear Chief, how does it feel to be the one shackled instead?~"

She hummed in your ear, her breath tickling the edge. She then glanced towards the right side where there was a window before she walked towards it and drew the curtains to a close, darkening the room slightly.

"It's going to be a long night, Chief. Wouldn't want anyone to catch a peep, would you?~ Unless....that turns you on~"

You didn't reply then she proceeded to take off her clothes, sliding her dress down as she was left in her underwear. You heart was pounding watching her tempting figure in front of you, her fair and smooth skin shining against the faint moonlight. She smirked as she felt your gaze on her before walking up to you again and caressing your chest.

"It's rude to keep a lady waiting, Chief.....Oh, my apologies. I forgot your hands are tied~"

She feigned innocence before grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head, a hiss leaving your mouth at the force. She smirked and leaned in to capture your lips while her hands fiddled with your pants, unbuttoning and pulling them down as you slide them away from your feet.

"Is this all because I neglected you, Chelsea?"

"So, you do agree you neglected me? How honest of you, Chief~"

You smirked then leaned near her ear, "You know, you didn't have to go to such lengths to get my attention...."

You paused and sneakily brought your hands forward slowly, "....You could have just told me you were jealous~"

"Haha~ I believe you are mis— Aaah~!"

She was interrupted with a moan as you quickly put your handcuffed arms around her, caging her with you before turning around and pinning her on the wall instead.

"How bold of you, Chief! Are you that eager to have me? Can I treat this as a love confession from you?~"

"Love confession? I thought you wanted me to be your sugar baby~"

"Oh my, would you prefer that?~ It's just titles, Chief. No need to be so mindful of them~"

You smirked then attached your lips to her neck, eliciting a pleasant sigh from her as you sucked. She leaned back and pushed your head further then you focused your shackles for a brief moment causing her to squeal, the heat enabled you to break away the handcuffs for you to slide your hands down to her leg and hold it up to your thigh.

"A-Ah! Chief! I didn't think you were so dominating in bed....Did someone give you practice? Was it the Quinn CEO? Or the psychologist? Or perhaps your own Adjutant?~"

"Let's just say I'm naturally gifted~"

You chuckled together as you rubbed your fingers over her folds, holding her up on the wall as her legs wrapped around you. She softly moaned in your ear and began rutting her hips forward, needy for you to go in.

"Hm, just like a cat...needy for attention when she desires..." you thought looking at her state then finally plunged your fingers inside her cunt.

She gasped and arched back further, holding on to you tighter. You rubbed and scissored your fingers in her wet, spongy walls, making her squirm and moan in your hold. She gripped her fingers in your hair and pulled you in for a sloppy kiss, tongues interlocking in desperation. You then moved down to lick her breasts, sucking on the hardened pink buds and lightly nibbling them.

"Haaahn~ C-Chief! Oh, Chief!~ More....Give me more! Show me....t-the beast inside you!~"

"You don't want to see that, Chelsea~"

"Oh, try me!~"

You chuckled then plunged your fingers deeper, taking her by surprise. She squealed more and leaned forward on your shoulder, thighs enclosing and trapping your arm in between. You held her waist and pushed her into the wall instead, licking strips down her neck as you thrusted your fingers deep inside her. Her walls tightened, gripping your fingers tightly, she was close.

You leaned close to her ear to whisper, "Hold me tight, this might....hurt a bit."

She was confused but did as told and wrapped her arms around your neck, you buried your face in the crook of her neck and she sneakily licked your ear, making you shiver. You then focused your shackles again very briefly as you thrusted into her deepest spot, her mind went blank as a wave of pleasure washed over her and she jumped forward from the force of the shackles.

A loud angelic moan echoed in the room as she came, messy juices dripping down her thighs and coating your hand. You brought your hand up and licked her slick clean, the sight making her flustered. She slumped in your arms in near defeat, making you chuckle.

"I told you~"

"Hehe~ Oh, Chief....if you think that was enough for me then you are gravely mistaken. Come on, the party is still going on~"

[bitchesgetriches]

Hi Bitches!

I wanted to thank you for your cover letter guide. I've studied it and procrastinated enough, and while I'm not entirely done with it, I just wanted to share with anyone else out there having trouble that the whole process gets easier once you do research on the company!

I was staring at the job description for the longest time, trying to find a way to spin my skills and experiences into something that fit what they were looking for. Looking at the company's "Who We Are" and "Our Core Beliefs & Principles" pages on their website gave me more stuff to work with, and I found out that they have great values (at least they say they do, fingers crossed it's as good as I'm hoping it is). If they are what they say they are, I'd absolutely adore working here even more than I thought I would.

Different point but related: maybe it's because I still don't completely understand the assignment, but even though I have a degree in the field and two related nature-y jobs before this one (wildlife preserve) I'm still having a hard time making connections and I feel like I don't know anything at all. Those jobs were through my school so I feel like they were kinda gimmes and don't really relate to this one. Environmental stuff is a big umbrella.

I looked up "how to write a cover letter with no experience" and that helped things begin to click for me. I'm not sure how redundant to be (do I mention my college by name? How do I refer to my previous jobs?) and I'm trying my best to gracefully word 'yes I can drive a car and I'm good at it and I can work in weather'.

Ugh and I'm really not looking forward to trying to write one of these for a job that I'm not thrilled about. Genuine excitement has taken me this far, and I don't know how to find the motivation or discipline to do this without that.

Bitches, you're really the best and I'm super grateful for all your wonderful advice. I cannot thank you enough. Much love <3

First off: thank you for sharing this advice with the whole class!!! This is such important info and I know a lot more bitchlings will benefit from researching the companies they're applying to.

Second: you're so welcome. We couldn't be more proud of you. Keep your chin up. We KNOW you can do it. <3

Here's our cover letter guide for any who need it:

How To Write a Cover Letter Like You Actually Want the Job 

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[felagund-the-valiant]

Procrastination Troubles - Galdor x f!reader

It’s not like Galdor and you were meaning to hide your relationship from your brother – there just never seemed to be a right time to tell him.

Words: 1.1k

Tags: fluff, unintentional secret dating, sibling’s best friend trope

A/N: i will forever have brainrot over that one egalmoth kinktober fic by @doodle-pops. Anywayyy, it was also my introduction to the sibling’s best friend trope and this is my fluffy take on it with Galdor and Glorfindel because they’re besties in my hcs! (Tarnin Austa is the very same festival the Gondolindrim were celebrating the day Gondolin was attacked, in case you want to sprinkle in some potential upcoming angst for yourself.)

“Glorfindel?” You called out and knocked on the door of your brother’s study. He beckoned you inside and you spotted him behind his desk, scribbling away at some letters. “What can I do for you?” He asked as you walked up to his desk. “There’s something Galdor and I want to talk to you about, if you have the time.” You said while unconsciously fidgeting with the necklace around your neck. A shiny emerald dangling from a delicate golden necklace – a courtship gift from Galdor that you cherished deeply. “I’m sorry, (Y/N), I’m afraid I have my hands full – there are still many preparations to be made for Tarnin Austa. Is it urgent? Can it maybe wait a few days?” You sighed internally. The two of you had had this very conversation many times already and there always seemed to be new issues demanding his attention. Part of you was tempted to scold him and remind him that he wouldn’t be drowning in so much work now had he simply began preparations earlier, but you knew it would be a wasted effort. Instead, you opted to force a patient smile, mutter a resigned Yes, of course and departed from his office to seek out your beloved.

You found Galdor in his private garden, kneeling on the ground and tending to a small group of budding flowers with utmost care. His gentle nature was reflected even in the way he cared for his plants, and it was an oddly heartwarming sight. When he spotted you, he rose to his feet and discarded his gardening gloves and apron with a bright smile before drawing you in for a tight hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and then your lips. His kisses were as delicate as the wings of the butterflies drawn to the many scented flowers around you (and those that seemed to be swirling around in your stomach) and you wished he would never stop. “It’s lovely to see you, meleth. What brings you here?” “I spoke to my brother.” You said and a hopeful glint appeared in Galdor’s eyes. “And? What did he say?” You shook your head and the hope turned into disappointment. “No good. Still feeling the consequences of his usual procrastination.” You replied with a roll of your eyes. Galdor huffed but still put on an optimistic face for your sake. “I’m sure we’ll get to tell him soon enough. And I can’t wait.” He gently caressed your cheek. “I can’t wait to stroll through the streets with you on my arm, dance with you at festivals. Show everyone how happy you make me – and hopefully how happy I make you.”

It wasn’t like you were forced into secrecy, you knew your courtship wouldn’t be seen as scandalous with Galdor being a well-respected lord and you being a lady of an equally esteemed house. Rather you had forced yourselves into secrecy, even if it was hard at times. You wanted your brother to be the first person to know but his procrastination made it more than difficult. So, for now, you opted to keep your courtship private. You smiled and covered the hand on your cheek with your own and leaned into the touch. “You make me more than happy, meleth. I love you, from the bottom of my heart.” Galdor leaned down and nuzzled your nose with his. “I love you, too.” He whispered before bestowing another kiss on you.

A few days later, you found yourself in Galdor’s garden again, this time kneeling on the ground beside him. You weren’t exactly skilled when it came to treating plants, but you were determined to get the hang of it for Galdor’s sake since you knew how import it was to him. He’d chosen a simple task for today – helping him with moving some plants from their current pots to bigger ones. You were a little terrified of pulling too tightly and damaging their stems, but the afternoon passed without any plants being hurt in the process, much to your relief. “You did well, (YN).” Galdor praised as you were putting away your tools. “See, I told you it’s not that difficult. You’ve already improved a lot.” “What do I get for being such an excellent gardening assistant?” You asked with a playful grin. “What would you like?” You hummed pensively and pretended to think for a moment even though you already knew your answer. “I suppose a kiss would be adequate compensation.” “A kiss you shall have.” Galdor said with an equally playful grin and met your lips with his, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. You sighed into the kiss and tangled your fingers in his emerald shirt.

“Galdor, Galdor. Your own best friend’s little sister, huh?” A voice suddenly came from behind the two of you, making you part abruptly. You turned around startled to find your brother leaning against a marble column with an amused grin on his face. “Glorfindel!” You and Galdor exclaimed at the same time and exchanged nervous glances. “How long have you been standing there?” You asked. “A while.” He answered with a smirk. “I couldn’t find you anywhere, so I came here to hopefully find out from Galdor what the two of you want to talk to me about so desperately, but it seems like I already have my answer.” Galdor swallowed and tightened his grip on you a little. “Yes, indeed. (Y/N) and I started courting a while ago and we wanted to tell you properly, but you were always busy.” “We didn’t just want to spring it on you in passing.” You chimed in and Galdor nodded in agreement.

Glorfindel shook his head and walked up to the two of you with pursed lips. He stood before you and Galdor with a seemingly stern expression before breaking into joyful laughter. “Well, that is great news and now I wish I had taken some time earlier. I know ultimately you don’t need my blessing. I can’t tell my sister who she can and can’t court, but I want the two of you to know that I couldn’t be happier with her choice, and you have my full support. But know this”, He held up a hand before grabbing Galdor’s shoulder tightly, “best friend or not, if you break her heart, you will face my wrath.” Galdor nodded with a serious expression on his face. “I would expect nothing less.” Glorfindel smiled contently in return. “Good. Now that that is settled, what say the two of you we meet for dinner this evening to celebrate this joyous occasion?” “Are you sure you don’t have more work to do?” You probed him and he made a dismissive hand gesture. “It’s all right, I’ll take care of it tomorrow.” He said, making Galdor and you let out a quiet synchronised groan.

[blushydiorrb]

blushydior

september is here! school is back in session and fall is right around the corner, so of course this calls for a guide. i’ll be talking about everything from mindset to fashion to get you ready for the cozy season! 🍂☕

before we get into it, i highly recommend you read my dream girl guide and my study like bambi post if you haven’t already. it covers everything related to habits, self discipline, and studying tips from a straight A student that i won’t be too specific about in this post. if you did, you’ll notice that this is basically a reworked general version for school. nonetheless, enjoy this guide ♡

we will be focusing on:

new mindset. school work, reflection, friend groups, habits, how to cope with anxiety attacks…

framework. how to be at the top of your game. scheduling, organization tips…

physical: vibes, outfit, hair, nails, perfumes, and vibes inspo!

declutter. room, phone, friends, old habits…

important things to know aka a send off letter from me!

affirmations

          𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐄𝐓

what are your priorities? #1 should be you. prioritize your happiness, health, and safety. always! this part is important because if you know what’s right for you then you will naturally always lean towards goals and actions that are best for you! i talk more about this here.

once school is back in session it is SO EASY to fall back into bad habits and negative mindsets because of the people around you and the stress and pressure that surrounds having good grades all the while maintaining your physical & mental health. 

now it’s time to let go of all and any limiting beliefs, negative self-talk, toxic habits and people and be the top student you are! anyone can level up.

habits to cultivate:

finding and setting up a system that works for you.

putting your needs first

getting your work done on time

paying attention in class.

don’t study until you get it right, study until you can’t get it wrong.

lessen phone usage.

self discipline. keeping up the momentum.

STEPPING UP FOR YOURSELF.

habits to let go of:

being rude to yourself. not knowing you’re always trying your best.

procrastinating

wanting to give up just because you “failed”

being on your phone more than doing what you enjoy. (hanging out with friends, staying to yourself, studying, getting coffee…)

letting others undermine your potential.

limiting beliefs and negative thoughts, knowing that they are not yours.

staying up all night for unnecessary reasons.

the rest is under the cut!

Continuar lendo

[rapha-reads]

Well, finally managed to write that blasted cover letter. Was supposed to do it in July before quitting my previous job, ya know. Better late than never, I guess. Worst thing is that when my brain finally unstuck itself, it only took me 30 minutes to write it. Maybe it's because it's been cooking on the back burner for weeks, and there was background software constantly working on it. Maybe I'm just a procrastinating perfectionist and I need to have a little bit more faith in myself. Anyway, it's done. Waiting for my mother's proofreading before I send my application.

[gnecrognomicon]

i've been procrastinating working on this cover letter for five hours now. let's go for six i suppose

[spockandawe]

Here's the only pair of half-letter books I did last month! Last year, I did the Shadowbound AU by @curlicuecal and @rollerskatinglizard, but then the text blocks sat half-finished for AGES, because I was terrified to try suminagashi marbling on the edges. And when I finally steeled myself to go for it and started finalizing the binding, I was boo boo the fool, I had dragged my feet long enough that by the time I was in motion, another fic had been published in the series and my books were out of date 😂

So I finished those books, but tucked the series away to revisit in Binderary!

To follow my self-imposed binderary rules, I wiped the formatting and made some decisions and although a few font choices remained the same, I reapplied them to the text. The cover font changed ?and is pewter instead of silver), endpapers have similar colors but come from different packs, I choice on of my other dark-on-dsrk fabrics for the cover and so on. Drop caps changed too, I believe. There were so many nice fonts I wanted to use for this, it was nice to get an chance to revisit those choices, even for the ones that stayed consistent!

And naturally, at the end, I had to suminagashi the edges again, haha. No time to let myself drag it out for months here! I procrastinated for a few days, but then I went for it! I had a fantastic time working on these books, and now they're both in custody with the authors, as well as the earlier copies of the books. This was a lovely project to work on, and doing the leather really helped drive home how much I've improved at that in the last year. After binderary 2022 was when I started nervously experimenting with leather for the first time, and casually doing five leather 3/4 bindings under tight deadlines this year really underscored how much more comfortable I feel with it. This was a lot of fun!

[ethernetmeep]

did two medium tests of sorts as i procrastinated.. technically three, if you count the attempt during school hours

1. PASTEL.

hands covered in a neon green powder… ugh. not to the color, just the texture. i hate having powder on my hands, i don’t like paint on my fingers. it feels odd, like im covered in goop and Not in a Fun way. then again, when is it ever fun…

tried a q-tip but fingertips work better, to some degree… infuriating. so much residue; lucky i didn’t get anything on my white dracula shirt im still wearing. drew a random figure & scrawled out the face after attempts of trying to draw one in with the rectangular block

it looks fascinating, but the medium itself is so, so infuriating to me. complex for no reason. dislike, but simultaneously fascinated.. will have to do further testing

2. NAIL…. POLISH….

went for materials that aren’t exactly for something like sketching. smell is overpowering; used up a nail polish container, therefore getting rid of some of my girlhood…. air quotes, since i both never really used nail polish + anyone can wear it. couldnt draw anything, did abstract. hated what i made. nail polish ≠ fun material on paper

tested out the metallic green tempra paint i have, too.. i talked about that before. its smell was also.. not great. crumpled up the paper with my abstract meddling, paint container back beside my bed. no clue why its there, but i don’t wish to break that routine.

3. LIPSTICK

the medium i used during school hours, since i gifted my friend makeup i didn’t use.. once again, distributing and getting rid of things that some would associate with girlhood, air quotes once more. did some swatches on paper, liked some of them; gave her the ones i wouldn’t use. she was extremely appreciative. she read my letter & proof-read it, so i consider this an equal exchange.

i… really liked using them, honestly. i liked not having to have real skin to material during the process. smudgy? yes. takes awhile to dry? yes. interesting? yes! so, so much cleaner than pastel…

i simply made a portrait to test the lipsticks out, liked the result. it now hangs on my wall via tape, where that list used to be.

a bit rough around the edges, but i like that. i like art that is worn & tattered

[quackquackcey]

Ch. 14: Hedgehogs, Honey, & Hazelnut-Covered Strawberries

Written for @hdcandyheartsfest day 14 prompt: Valentine's card. 528 words. Many thanks to my beta @wqtson​! 💛

Start from beginning on AO3 here, or click the #fic: HHHS tag.

Summary:

A chance meeting—or is it a setup?—leads to the start of a relationship filled with buttery baked goods, sweet smelling flowers, and hedgehogs.~ 🌹🦔

Draco’s attention span shot itself to bits the whole day.

Valentine’s Day had finally arrived, and he was beside himself with nerves as he kept flipflopping between owling Potter about coming over tonight for dinner—(not for a date, of course, but because Draco’s whole excuse for being swamped was to prepare the shop for today)—or just not owling Potter.

After all, Potter might have Valentine’s Day plans. All he knew was that Potter was going to be out for most of the day babysitting Rose Granger-Weasley, which was the whole reason why he was even entertaining this idea when he would usually be cuddling with Potter in his hedgehog form.

Still, it wouldn’t hurt to owl Potter—maybe Potter would stop thinking Draco was avoiding him, even though he was, and they could always reschedule if Potter really did have plans.

The thought of actually writing the letter made him want to sick up, though. Not even the lovely, anonymous Valentine’s gift he received midway through the day could distract him from his churning stomach and frayed nerves. Truthfully, he had no clue who it could be, but whoever it was, Draco appreciated their sincere efforts—they’d sent a bouquet of daisies and purple delphinium, the Pureblood tradition for requesting courtship, along with an unsigned Valentine’s Day card that simply said, “I like you a lot. Will you be my Valentine?”

Draco searched for some clue to the mystery person’s identity, but found nothing, which he thought strange, because why would they send a Pureblood courtship bouquet without letting Draco respond with a bouquet of his own?

That was how Pureblood courtship worked, after all. Draco’s choice of colour in carnations would signify whether he accepted the courtship request or not—yellow for rejection, pink for acceptance, and white for “I like you, too.”

And, of course, red stood for “I love you,” but no one ever sent that back as a courtship response since Pureblood tradition thought it unbecoming to ever seem overly interested, (even if they were overly interested.)

Not that Draco would accept, anyway. It wouldn’t be fair to accept when he was in love with someone else.

If anything, the mystery Valentine’s Day gift just stressed him out more, and thus, it was completely not his fault for procrastinating so hard that he cooked and baked a feast fit for five before finally actually owling Potter at approximately eight p.m.

He changed his clothes and debated whether to keep his long, blond hair up in a loose bun, in a messy side braid, or down to fall on his shoulders for a good half hour, then wondered what the bloody hell he was doing for another half hour, and was in the middle of finally putting away the excess of food he’d prepared when his doorbell rang.

Draco’s hands grew clammy, and they never grew clammy.

He opened the door with a deep breath that unsettled his stomach.

“Sorry I took so long. I had to find someone to take over babysitting Rose.”

Potter flashed that easy grin of his, cheeks rosy and out of breath, and the sight stole Draco’s hard-earned breath away.