#compulsive need to buy books

[nouklea]

New acquisitions. Time to get serious… a little bit. And mean.

Carla Hoch - Fight Write: How to write believable fight scenes

Michael J. Carlson - Hurting Your Characters: A writer’s guide to describing injuries and pain from the character’s point of view

Samantha Keel (@bysamanthakeel) - Ten B.S. Medical Tropes that Need to Die Today… and What to Do Instead: A scriptmedic guide

Sorry, Tyler…

Sorry not sorry, Xavier…

PS: Digging for references on Tumblr for Carla Hoch and Michael J. Carlson. As soon as I find one, I'll update the post.

[nouklea]

My cartoon for this week’s Guardian Books.

p.s. latest book Is REVENGE OF THE LIBRARIANS: www.tomgauld.com/comic-books-v2

[coolemmasulivan2]

Clumsy Woman

Pairing: Rúben Dias x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend doesn't like how clumsy you are, afraid you might seriously injure yourself.

Word count: 1976

Can't pretend to understand I'll be here to hold your hand I will wait for you, I will wait for you

You had been clumsy from a young age. Falling from trees, falling off bicycles, or simply tripping over your own feet seemed to be your speciality. It was during one of these graceful performances that you met your boyfriend, Ruben. You were barreling toward a magnificent face-plant when his strong arms caught you, saving you from certain embarrassment.

"I want to paint that wall!" You announced over breakfast one morning, your eyes sparkling with determination. "A deep blue, maybe."

Ruben raised an eyebrow, glancing between you and the wall. "That bookshelf has to go first." He pointed out. "It's heavy. We can do it together this weekend." He kissed your forehead and grabbed his keys. "I have to go!"

"Bye." Your attention was still on the wall and Ruben knew what you were thinking.

"Don't do it!" He called out as he reached for his bag. "Wait for me."

"But it's my day off!" You protested, already picturing the transformed wall. "I can at least start." Ruben gave you a look. "Fine." He gave you one final kiss on the lips and then left for training.

You didn't like to stay still at home. There was always a compulsion to be busy, so when boredom crept in, your eyes fell on the wall, then the bookshelf. Maybe it wasn't that difficult. With a burst of energy, you dashed out the door to buy the paint and everything you needed to paint the wall.

At home, you slip into old clothes and turn up the music. The bookshelf was packed with your books and Ruben's trophies. He'd be furious if he saw you right now, but you would prove you could handle it alone.

The bookshelf, a dark wood monster that dominated the room, had been a custom order. You started by emptying it, a task that required more muscle than expected. Then came the acrobatics. With much effort, you managed to slide a rug under one end. But as you attempted to repeat the same on the other side, disaster hit. Your hands slipped and the bookshelf came crashing down on your bare foot. A scream ripped through you as pain exploded.

"Don't do it!" Ruben's words echoed in your head. He was so going to kill you.

With a grunt of effort, you lifted the bookshelf off your foot. Pain shot through you as you collapsed to the floor, cradling your injured limb. It looked horrific, swollen and red. Trying to stand was a mistake, as a fresh wave of agony crippled you. You couldn't walk.

"Oh God, oh God!" Panic set in. Your phone was fumbled out of your pocket. You needed help, and you needed it now. Ruben wouldn't be home for hours. Calling an ambulance was the only option.

Ruben stepped into the locker room, and he heard the insistent vibration of his phone. "That thing hasn't stopped ringing." Bernardo commented, a grin spreading across his face.

Ruben's brow furrowed as he glanced at the caller ID. It was Lily, your best friend. "Hey, Lily, everything okay?"

"Hi Ruben, sorry to bother you, but I was supposed to meet Y/N at your place, and she’s not there and a neighbour mentioned seeing an ambulance at your building." His blood ran cold. "Do you know what happened?"

"I can't believe her!" His voice rose in frustration. "She wanted to paint the wall, the one with the bookshelf. I told her not to touch it!" A wave of dread washed over him.

"She probably didn't listen. Oh God." Lily knew you better than anyone. Your stubborn independence was legendary. "I've tried calling her, but no answer."

"Let me take a shower really quick and then I'll call you back."

Bernardo and Walker exchanged concerned glances. "What's going on, man? Your girl in trouble again?" Walker asked, his tone laced with disbelief.

"Looks like it!" Ruben replied, his voice rough. "She can't stay out of trouble for five minutes. Fuck." He desperately searched for the contact of his friend Eric who worked at the hospital. He answered on the fourth ring.

"Hey, mate, what's up?"

"Eric, man, sorry to bother you, I know you're working, but I need a huge favour." Ruben rushed out, his voice was laced with urgency.

"Shoot!" Eric replied, his tone professional.

"Can you check if Y/N was admitted to the hospital? I think she might have had an accident. Again." He quickly explained the situation, his voice rising with each word. Eric promised to check and call back in a few minutes.

"I'm gonna be quick in the shower." Ruben said, turning to his friends. "If Eric calls, can you answer? Please." Walker and Bernardo nodded.

He'd never showered so fast in his life. Emerging a few minutes later, Bernardo was already on the phone.

"I'll tell him, thanks, Eric," Bernardo said, hanging up.

Ruben's heart pounded in his chest. "So?"

"She's there. Broken foot, but she's okay." Bernardo reported.

"For fuck's sake."

You rolled your eyes as Ruben burst into the hospital room. His face was a mask of irritation. Lily, who'd arrived earlier, squeezed your hand in silent support before stepping back.

"Seriously, Y/n?" Ruben’s voice was dripping with disbelief. "I told you to stay put."

"I'm fine, thanks for the concern." You replied, your tone dripping with sarcasm. You loved him and knew he was worried, but sometimes it felt suffocating.

"A broken foot means you’re not." He disagreed. "Can’t you just stay still for one day?"

You didn’t want to argue, especially as he seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed. "I’m a grown woman, Ruben. I don’t need you to tell me to sit still."

"Well, you don’t act like one. Sometimes I feel like I’m dating a child." His response was harsh and unexpected.

Shock washed over you. Had he really just said that?

"Maybe you should break up with this child then. I wouldn’t want to keep the great Ruben Dias from the real women in the city." You retorted, your voice trembling with anger.

He ran his hand through his hair, frustration etched on his face. He knew his words had been cruel, but his worry often manifested in this way. But breaking up with you was the last thing he wanted.

"You know that’s not what I meant-- what are you doing?" He began, but you cut him off as you tried to stand, to reach for the crutches. He pushed you back down, but you quickly pushed his hand away.

"Lily, can you take me home, please?" You asked, ignoring Ruben completely.

Lily, who had been a silent observer, helped you up.

"I can take you home!" Ruben offered.

"I don’t want you to take me home." You replied coldly. "You don’t have a car seat for a child, remember?"

Using crutches was something familiar. This wasn’t your first rodeo. You had broken other body parts before.

In the car, Lily broke the tense silence. "You know he’s just worried about you."

"I know, but that doesn’t give him the right to treat me like a child. "He has known since the beginning how clumsy I am. If he can’t handle it, maybe we shouldn't be together."

"Don’t say that!" Lily replied, her voice firm. "You two can't live without the other." Through the rearview mirror, you saw Ruben’s car following you. "I know it’s hard, but try to understand his point of view."

You looked away, trying to focus on anything but the conversation. You knew Lily was right. Ruben loved you, and his overprotectiveness came from that love. But it was hard to accept when it felt like he was suffocating you.

As the car pulled up to your apartment building, you felt a pang of sadness hit you. Lily opened your door, and carefully you stepped out. "Thanks for everything, Lily. I really appreciate it."

She smiled. "Anytime, Babe! Call me if you need anything, okay?"

You nodded and the the help of the clutches you walked towards the building entrance. As you turned around, you saw Ruben's car waiting for the garage door of the building to open up. You hesitated, looking at his car for a long moment before turning and going inside.

When you entered the house, you realised that your books were scattered like confetti, Ruben's trophies were still on the dining table, and the monstrous bookshelf stood there, a mocking presence in the room. It was impossible to clean it up. Not with your foot like that.

A few minutes later, Ruben entered the house and he looked around it. You were nowhere to be seen, but by the sound of the water running, he knew you were taking a shower. Without his help.

What if you fell? He shocked the thought out of his head. You needed space and he was going to give it to you. Kind of.

Jumping from the shower with only one foot and the other in the air, you dried yourself and put on your pyjamas. You felt like everything was hurting, but you had to prove a point to Ruben. You could do things alone without needing his help.

As you opened the bedroom door, the smell of the food hit you and your belly made a noise, not realising how starving you were. However what surprised you the most was not Ruben cooking but the fact the bookshelf was no longer on the wall that you wanted to paint, but the wall in front of it, with all his trophies and your books. Everything was really clean and the small lamp you had on the corner where you sat reading was welcoming.

The table was set, and Ruben was busy tossing salad at the kitchen island. When he saw you emerge from the bedroom, he paused, his expression softening.

"How are you feeling?" His voice was gentle, laced with concern.

You met his gaze with a cold stare. "Fine."

You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, walking around the kitchen with surprising ease on your crutches. Ruben watched your movements with a mixture of relief and worry.

He sighed, setting down the salad bowl. "Can we talk?"

You scoffed. "Are you sure you want to do that? You think talking to a child is easy?" Your voice was sharp, but a pang of hurt shot through you as the words left your lips.

Ruben rinsed his hands and pulled out two chairs. Gently, he guided you to one and sat down across from you. His hands rested lightly on your bare legs. "I'm so sorry for calling you a child. I didn't mean it like that, and you know it."

You looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "It still hurt." You mumbled.

"I know, I know. I've been overprotective." He admitted. "But every time you get hurt, it feels like my heart stops. I worry about you constantly. But calling you a child was wrong, and I'm truly sorry."

Your anger was slowly dissipating. You couldn't stay mad at him for long. He always knew how to break through your walls. "You're an idiot if you think this is the last time I'll hurt myself." You retorted, trying to sound tough.

He chuckled softly. "Let me be an idiot, then. I love you, you know that, right?"

Ruben's eyes held yours. Slowly, he leaned forward, his hand reaching out to gently cup your face. Your heart pounded in your chest as his gaze lowered to your lips.

With a hesitant touch, his lips met yours. It was a soft and passionate kiss. As the kiss deepened, you felt a surge of relief and happiness wash over you. In that moment, nothing else mattered.

A small smile crept onto your face. "I know. I love you too."

[nouklea]

Him: We’re leaving for a 10 days trip and you bring 4 books?

Me: You’re right. I’ll run out. Might as well take 2 more just in case…

Him: …

Me: And just to be clear, there is a bookstore where we are going, right? Right?

[nouklea]

Talk about infinite unfinished business...

[anemoiashifts]

ways to deal with possible tiktok withdrawals.

social media addiction is a very real thing. it’s so so important to be gentle with yourself, especially at a time like this if your screen time on tiktok isnt a number you’re proud of. I don’t say that to shame anyone, just to say “i understand” to those who may resonate & feel they could benefit from this. a digital shoulder to lean on. even if tiktok will come back, it’s good to put some healthy habits into practice anyways.

i don’t think a lot of people understand how detrimental the tiktok ban could be for some people — even if short lived. it served as a lifeline & im sorry if that’s been brushed off by anyone. this isn’t what i normally post but i did get an influx of followers recently of whom im assuming are from tiktok. thanks for making the trip over here, if you are one of those people :) !

disclaimer ! im not a mental health professional. if you are seriously struggling please please please go talk to someone who is qualified in dealing with addiction or any other issues you may be facing. wishing all of you peace in a time that feels like someone is pelting ten tennis balls at you from every direction imaginable.

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ self care …

⋆ if your anything like me, your sleep schedule is way off. now could be a good time to try & correct it. set a time to go to bed & even if your not sleepy, try & meditate or listen to a youtube video in the background while you rest your eyes.

⋆ adapting some sort of routine even if it’s just eating enough & drinking water regularly. it’s a start & it’ll help you focus on doing something else.

⋆ most importantly be kind to yourself & give yourself grace in the moments you are struggling. it can be hard to even acknowledge that you want to develop a healthy habit or change for the better when you dislike yourself or feel hopeless. all we can do is try & that’s something most do not consider. if you did so much as just read this post, you’re doing more then most.

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ hobbies …

⋆ once you stop doomscrolling for hours on end, you’ll see how long the day really is. & there are so many things you can do to keep yourself occupied.

⋆ off the top of my head, here are some ideas on how to keep yourself busy ! : scrapbooking, coloring, sewing, jewelry making, video games, walking or running, photography, knitting, crocheting, people watching, making spotify playlists, going down youtube rabbit holes, embroidery, sculpting, poetry, learning astrology, meditation, yoga, baking or cooking, making mockups or concept art for various things.

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ read …

⋆ piggybacking off of the point above, go to your local library & get a library card ! they don’t just have books but shows & movies & dvd’s ! buy some blanks & burn em so they’re yours forever.

⋆ the site thriftedbooks has used books for cheap. ebay & in person thrift stores are good options too if new books (or shows or music) are to pricey. sometimes your library will even have sales ! i once got a beautiful looking, 1927 poetry book for $2 at one of those.

⋆ not to mention how important education is & staying informed. keeping history fresh in your mind will always do you good. get that attention span up :) ik you can do it !

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ be productive …

⋆ i know you at least have a messy closet or drawer or maybe your camera roll needs to be cleaned out. take this time to do it.

⋆ alternatively, if you keep a list of books, movies & shows to watch like me in my notes app … why not dive into one of those ?

⋆ trust me, I know it sounds like such a big hurtle sometimes to simply do the dishes but you’ll feel so much better once everything’s done. often, i feel physically lighter.

⋆ that compulsion that we do when we click on tiktok & go “oh right !! it’s banned …” then close the app & do it two more times in a row before you audible huff at yourself ? try to keep your hands busy so you’re not tempted to reach for your phone 24/7 & repeat that cycle.

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ community …

⋆ like i said, social media addiction is a real thing despite not being treated like one all the time. it’s unfortunately been normalized considering how many people are unaware they even struggle themselves. friends of mine have told me that they use tiktok to cope with things & something that serves as a distraction.

⋆ have people around you. don’t be alone as that’ll make you feel worse about yourself. even if you don’t have anyone in real life, im sure there are communities of your interest on the internet that would accept you with open arms. (like this one !) please don’t resort to online chat bots or ai tools for companionship.

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ do what makes you happy … :)

⋆ watching your comfort show for the tenth time, being in nature, trying on your entire wardrobe to discover a favorite outfit that you didn’t know existed ? do it all. everything that brings you joy, do unapologetically.

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[iamnmbr3]

Are we sure Merope actually used a love potion?

I think it’s weird that Dumbledore assumes Merope used a love potion.

She had no money to buy it or to buy the ingredients. The only thing she had of value was the locket and we know she didn’t sell that till much later. She didn’t even know much about the outside world so she would have had trouble finding where to go to acquire it or the ingredients needed to brew it herself. Plus making love potion herself would be very difficult when she’s had no access to education.

Out of universe JKR is using Dumbledore to info dump what happened. But in universe he has no evidence that she used a love potion and using a magical compulsion spell of some type like the Imperius Curse makes much more sense given the resources she had at her disposal. (Even though I really love the symbolism of the love potion for thematic reasons).

It’s also possible (if unlikely) that he did just run away with her and then leave her in horror when he realized what she was. (Or she could have used magic to make herself seem more appealing or even to impersonate someone else to get him to run off with her.) Voldemort himself seems to believe this because he talks in books 4 and 2 about how his father abandoned his mother when he learned what she was. I don’t see a reason for him to lie about this since it would look better given his cause to say that his mother came to her senses and left her muggle lover. Of course, he’s probably partly projecting his own experiences of rejection in the Muggle world due to his powers onto events. And he also may not know the truth about what happened. Or he does know and Dumbledore got it wrong.

[iactuallykissedsharawheeler]

⭑⌗ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒 + 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✶ let's go ahead and clear that idea that ellie wouldn't be like. immediately obsessed with you and giving you secret discounts on the weed.

✶ she met you five seconds ago and she was like. why would she ever pay for anything?? she's literally my reason for breathing?? (ok babe 😭) so you're getting that stuff for lowest price she can possibly make it. and if you flirt a little?? she's wondering why she's not just handing you the bag for free.

✶ when you guys get closer, she notices you're kinda into pink so when she sees pink papers???? she's SLAMMING that card, best believe. when you're freaking and like HOWD YOU GET THIS she's trying to pretend to be all cool like oh idk just found 'em and thought it'd be funny but if you like 'em you can have them ... i guess 😒

✶ if you're a little inexperienced with it she's a little protective and is like oh i don't think you should try that this one's way better and gives it to you on the house like?? you're trying to pay for it and she's like noooo it's for you just take it even though that was some of her good weed and she never gives that out. but you're nice and sweet and her bestest customer so who is she to charge you??

✶ when y'all are closer she literally just starts buying shit for you. you're like oh my gosh this bracelet is literally so pretty and next time you come over she's like so.. guess what and there's the bracelet in a box under two pretty pre-rolls (that she's also not letting you pay for btw)

✶ n you're so worried about breaking her bank when she does it but she's literally living lavish because she's everyone's dealer and no one with weed isn't getting it from her. (charismatic queen tbh)

✶ plus if you think this is gonna kill her wallet just wait until you guys start actually dating. she's not even waiting for you to ask for shit, she's telling you to put your cart on public so she can surprise you all the time.

✶ you're like babe how am i gonna pay you back and she's like just .. be pretty for me, yeah? 's not hard for you at all. (just flustered myself give me a minute)

✶ and some random things i just think she'd do:

✶ texting you high out of her mind about dinosaur facts because she just knows too much and needs to get it out immediately (she's such a nerd I love it 😭)

✶ trying to shotgun with you but she sees your face lookin' all pretty n dazed, chokes on the smoke, and just simply never does it after that. (give her a week, she'll be back)

✶ reading a shit ton of sci-fi. she compulsively reads savage starlight all the time but she's actually obsessed with the whole genre n can't exist without it atp (she DEFINITELY owns a few space cowboy books and before meeting you she would always imagine she was the lead guy with the hot love interest who was definitely some kind of alien. don't question it.)

✶ if you're a plushie girlie (me fr) she's ALWAYS buying you plushies. but she always buys one that matches yours for herself so you guys are "always together" or something. idk she's a little bit of a loser.

✶ she's so bad at keeping up with skincare but now she just weaponises that and makes you do it for her. literally rolling her eyes and pouting if you do yours without her, mumbling shit like "oh yeah, just forget about ellie, huh? that's what they all do" until you're like babe what??? 😭

✶ also i know that everyone says this but she really does own some weird ass shirts 😭😭 she'll get high and buy weird shit like that shirt that just says tomatoes it's so wild going through her closet lmaoo

✶ and because of her high shopping she also has some weird ass bongs like. seriously. there's a an astronaut one with octopus legs for sure, i can feel it.

✶ high ellie tweets>> she's actually so out of pocket sometimes 😭 some of her greatest hits would probs be

✶ also she was so nervous around you and wouldn't look you in the eye for too long because she didn't wanna scare you but then she got a little bold when she found out you liked girls and then was just straight up cocky when she realised you liked her, too (that blunt flick when dina said she wanted her to kiss her .. yeah that ellie)

✶ she's just the bestest, silliest, nerdiest girl ever and the best girlfriend literally anyone could ask for 💞💞

hey guys back with another banger hope you guys enjoyed make sure to like follow and subscribe‼️ no but seriously give me opinions because i love hearing you guys have little convos and the reposts are always so wild 😭😭 thank you new jersey, and goodnight (also don't look at the tags im shy) as alwaysss creds to @ cafekitsune bc these dividers are so mf cute

[nouklea]

Funny quote 😏

Who the hell is Charles Bukowski 🤔

Oh, sounds interesting 🧐

Amazon prime : Storm for the Living and the Dead will be delivered tomorrow 🤑

Nice! 🤓

Order confirmed. 🥰

… 😳

Damn. Now where the hell am I going to stash another book… 🫣

Charles Bukowski, "poem for Dante," from Storm for the Living and the Dead

[craftygobelin]

I decided not to create fan art or post about Good Omens (Tv Show) anymore.

This fandom was a great support for a long time for me and the book is still one of my favourites from the time I started reading compulsively everything from Sir Terry Pratchett, but I'm so pissed with the fandom right now.

The fact that the recent allegations against Neil Gaiman (I was a big fan of his work until I discovered that like every white cismen of his era with a bit of fame he is a piece of shit and think he can do what he wants to women) was barely covered is a thing and yes, it's pissing me off too.

But the fact that so many people in the fandom try to find excuses or justification for his action and don't participate to spread the information or just say nothing about it thinking you can be "neutral" is pissing me way more.

I don't judge people who want to separate his work from him or those who consider that a fandom, at the end, is more the propriety of the fans than the artist, I'm totally agreeing with the last one and I think they are ways to consume the work of problematic authors without giving them platform and money if you really cannot do without it.

BUT, and my big point is here, the issue I have with GO fandom right now it's that a big fandom like this has the possibility to spread the information and awareness pretty easily and right now people continue to post their fan art or fanfic without any infos about the allegations like nothing happened, that's bad! And don't start me with those who are more focused on if the last season will be released or not. It shouldn't be, not with him as screenwriter and executive producer at least and with a lot of money sent to SA associations and transparency about the situation.

It's giving him the possibility to keep the whole thing discret and make people forget about it. It's giving him the opportunity to have kind of a come back at some point, even a small discret one, and give him access to more women in the future who might not know what he did and what kind of man he is.

I don't say that people need to speak about it on every post, but at least, please :

- stop tagging Neil Gaiman in your fandom works (Good Omens, Sandman, ...fan art, fanfiction).

- stop posting, blazing, or reposting quotes from him, or giving him a platform by showing off his work.

- don't buy first hand or loan at the library his books or comics. Why the local library too ? When more people ask for a book at the library, they buy more copies, and in most of the countries, writers receive something when people loan ebooks at the library, even physical books sometimes.

If you really cannot live without merch products from your favourite fandom, then by all means buy those who are not licenced on etsy or other platforms by small artists. I usually don't recommend that, though I prefer not to buy merch at all if the original creator of the license can not be rewarded, and here it's a bad thing if he is.

- and speak about it. If you post fanfiction, post a disclaimer about the allegation at some point on every fanctiction you post, adding at least the two links of the two principles podcasts. Same when you post fanart on whatever platform it is.

That's all I have to say for now, I think.

[luc-obsession]

Kept

No matter how many bracelets and dresses Diluc bought for you, you still winced from his touch.

Wiped away his kisses when you thought he wasn’t looking.

Dove under your covers whenever he came to check on you.

Diluc couldn’t spoil you into returning his affection.

So he sat in his office chair as he rethought his strategy.

He’d confessed to you days after he stole you from the wild, your lifeblood.

Diluc saw what he did as a necessary evil, but to you, this was unforgivable treason.

Trying to buy your desire was the wrong approach. No, he should cater to your needs instead.

By becoming one of them.

If you and him mutually depended on each other, then it would be impossible for you to leave. Or even want to.

You already needed him financially; your commission money had long stopped rolling in.

But he wanted your heart to rely on him, too.

To replace your longing for the leaves with his touch. To take the wind’s spot in your heart with his firm voice. To make you savor the scent of his cologne instead of the forest’s flowers.

He was no longer satisfied with being your lover; he wanted to become your compulsion.

Inside his mind, another plan began to take shape.

. . .

Diluc began to come to your room more often. At first, just to wake you. Then, to bring your meals. Eventually, he brought your gifts, which were a lot different than before.

Your pearl necklaces were now love lockets. He brought you colognes with oddly familiar notes. Your fantasy novels were slowly overtaken by the fresh stacks of romance ones he bought.

He was determined to dominate your headspace. To influence you into loving him, whether you wanted to or not.

In weeks’ time, he’d fully replaced his maids in your life. They still helped him, of course, but as far as you were concerned, they didn’t exist.

It was much harder to ignore a generous, active lover who came to you every hour.

Just as it was much harder to resent someone who constantly chipped at your walls of scorn.

. . .

After Diluc hugged you goodbye and left, you peeked out the window. To see if some Fatui had ambushed him yet, obviously. Maybe then you could see the outside world again.

It was odd. You thought Diluc was a good friend, but he turned out to be a creep. A really possessive one at that.

It was nice to have free food and clothes, but that didn’t matter when you couldn’t spend any time outside.

Still, you walked back to your room as you picked up your love story, back where you left off.

Reading about those characters running through the lush grass of Chinju Forest wasn’t quite the same as being there, but it was close enough.

Sometimes, you'd replace the characters in those books with yourself and Diluc. If he were less restrictive, less controlling, then it could’ve been a dream.

You could’ve loved him, had he kept things the same as before, and confessed. Unfortunately, that wasn’t how things turned out.

So now you sat here on your warm bed, trailing the words on the page.

Everything reminded you of Diluc. The male protagonist’s height, the necklace with his name that hung around your neck, and the door in front of you.

As soon as you’d forgotten about him, he’d show up again, holding something that took either a lot of time or a lot of money.

You wanted to forget the overbearing redhead. But he wouldn’t let you. The more you stuffed those thoughts of him away, the more they’d find some way to creep back.

Your captor had no place in your heart, but he’d taken up every square inch of your mind.

He’d already won, but you couldn’t let him know that. Not if you wanted to keep the little space you had from him left.

[cloudywriting05]

what Coryo do with one wife rebel? When she look what happening with districts and she will so angry. Coryo yandere please 🙏

my second suggestion ever! 🫀

Coriolanus is already yandere. in the book, he’s obsessive and compulsive. I’ll amp up those aspects and make him a psycho! I’ll make this one shorter and sweet.

the perfect girl → coriolanus snow

→ peacekeeper!coriolanus, yandere!coriolanus

→ word count: 1833

→ summary: Coriolanus becomes infatuated with you instantly, but poeple threaten your future with him– in his eyes, atleast.

-

Coriolanus had his mind made up about how he felt about you from the moment he saw you. 

Walking through the main area of district 12, he spotted your small frame behind a small wooden stand that spelt: FRESH FLOWERS. Your dark locks fell down your back, red ribbons tied on either side. He vividly recalled his body halting at the sight of you, your skin warm, he’d never seen anything like it in the Capitol. Your cheeks red and full of life, lips the colour of a tulip. Through the herds of people, you saw him staring at you, initially worried, you shot a smile feebly; scared he was going to hurt you. Coriolanus stood idly, wondering how anyone this beautiful was in the districts with the other rats and beggars. 

Your breath staggered as he approached your stand, horrified. He stopped at the very front and smiled at you. “Can I help you, Mr Peacekeeping Sir?”

Your greeting threw him off guard completely, “Yes, can I buy a flower? I am in awful in need of one for some peculiar reason,” his eyes peered down at your chest and back up at your eyes, “if my vision wasn’t so clear I would’ve mistaken you for a flower, dear.” 

You choked back a small laugh, was he flirting with you? He was very attractive, tall, and strong, you thought. His shoulders were broad, framed well by his uniform. His hair buzzed and bright blonde, his eyes the colour of your favourite lake near your home. You began to scan your stand for what type he may have liked, desperately wanting to impress him. “What kind of flowers do you like? Do you have a certain favourite? If I don’t have your favourite what’s your favourite colour, or look?”

“I like how you look; you would be enough.”

You laughed nervously, “I don’t know if it’s allowed, or if you can just take people like that, I think...��

“I’m just joking with you, doll. I’d like a rose.”

You snatched a rose from the fresh bunch and stuck your hand out to him. He took the rose from your hand and placed it on top of your right ear. He looked at your stunned face, your cheeks glowing a deeper red. You both stood quietly for a moment, the sound of people around filling the silence. 

“It’s a dime for one, sir… but since you’ve put it on my ear, I don’t exactly know what to do next.”

“Here,” he fished in pocket for coins and put it on your stand, around thirty of them. “Take these.”

“Really?” you almost squealed, this would be enough for food for the next week or so alone.

“Not for free, I want to see you again. That’s the price.”

“You have a deal, Mr Peacekeeper, sir.”

“It’s just Coriolanus, my dear, just Coriolanus,” he stuck his hand through the stand and ran it down your hair, “I’ll see you here again, soon, I hope.”

And so, he did, day after day, week after week. Stopping and speaking to you whenever he had the chance. You two had so much in common you both silently thought it was fate. Coriolanus’s sudden obsession with you had taken a toll on his duties, he was almost always smiling. You didn’t know he was Lucy Gray’s mentor, and he didn’t plan on letting you know. He was in complete bliss knowing your district couldn’t afford TV. 

Your relationship grew closer within the matter of months. Spending time with each other outside your duties. Spending a night with him at your family’s cottage behind the fields, a night filled with laughter, and sex. You grew hopeful for what he was going to bring to your life, he was like an angel, you thought. 

-

You stood at your stall again, selling flowers as per usual. But this time a young man had approached you; he was also attractive. “Hey, sweetie.”

“Hi…. Flowers?” You asked, motioning towards the display. 

“Come on, you’re too pretty to be standing around here. Say, what’re you doing after this?” 

“I am… going to the lake, why?” 

“Let me join you, we could have fun?” he asked, your heart began to thump profusely. Worried for your safety. You were meant to meet with Coriolanus, the same way you had been for the past weeks. He wouldn’t like this at all, you thought.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I want to.” you spoke. The boy’s facial expression dropped, the disappointment in his face evident. 

“Whatever, Miss.” he said, stalking off. You let out a deep sigh, relieved. 

You began fixing up your stand. What you hadn’t noticed was Coriolanus, who had seen your entire interaction with that boy. Saying he was seething was an understatement. The scrawny boy dared to talk to his woman, his doll. Coriolanus desperately tried to control his anger, taking deep breaths in and out, whatever method he could think of to control his urge to break your stand and kill that boy.

-

That night Coriolanus never stopped by, upset, you went to sleep. The truth was he had stalked the boy from the stall down, catching him off guard at the water stand. Coriolanus didn’t waste a moment and began beating the boy, who was utterly confused.

“Why are you crying?” He yelled, clutching the boy’s hair, and slamming it into the water stand, the sound of his nose breaking echoed.

“I don’t know who you are! Stop! Please!” 

“Why the fuck should I? I hate obstacles. You made her smile; you are an obstacle. You know what I do to obstacles?” the boy, beaten bloody, shook his head. Coriolanus grabbed a large rock from beside him and raised it above his head. “I get rid of them.”

He slammed the rock into the boy’s skull, killing him instantly. The most complex thing was, Coriolanus did not know of your conversation with this boy. Although he had made a move on you, he wasn’t aware of that. All Coriolanus saw was you smile at him briefly. He couldn’t have that, no way, not at all. 

He felt rejuvenated, almost redeemed. Cleaning himself off he went to his bed and slept well.

-

News spread of the sudden murder of that boy; Coriolanus was ironically tasked with apprehending whoever did it. Elated while he raided and beat others in the pursuit. Accusing others of his wrongdoings, he felt invincible. He however was missing you, what were you up to? He thought. He decided to stop by your home and speak to you. 

Crouching down near your front window, he peered in on the obvious argument. “We must blow it up, no looking back, okay? Sejanus. I don’t want to have to leave you out of this plan.”

Sejanus? Why on God’s earth was Sejanus in your home, he thought. Once again, Coriolanus fought the raging urge to break the door down and shoot him. Seething, he listened in longer.

“Listen, if we do this. The Capitol can’t ignore us, at all, I don’t wanna hurt anyone though,” Sejanus said.

“We won’t, Sej. Okay?”

“Alright.”

You were a rebel? This couldn’t be, thought. You were his angel, his perfect girl, everything he had ever dreamed of in the Capitol, in a body. He wasn’t going to lose you, especially to Sejanus. He was so angry he could strangle you, why were you throwing your life away? To defend the beggars of the districts? It washed over him that you were never different to anyone in the district, you were the same. Dirt poor, and a beggar. But you were so beautiful he’d been blinded; still Coriolanus refused to lose you. He could change you. You could be a Capitol girl; you could be his Capitol girl. 

He’d been dreaming of it every night since he’d met you. He would take you to the Capitol and wed you, you could be great;he could make you great. You couldn’t see that, and it drove him insane, you constantly yapped about how much you loved district 12. It repulsed him. He needed you though and he refused to leave you here.

He devised a plan. A plan so malevolent that he hesitated to go through with it although it ultimately had to be done. 

And so, it was.

-

A day or two passed and you hadn’t seen or heard from neither Sejanus nor Coriolanus. You were notified about the public hanging of two men in the district and were woken up early to attend. The crowd gathered around the hanging tree and waited nervously for the revelation of the two perpetrators. Commander Hoff emerged onto the platform, guarded by six peacekeepers. Your eyes widened as you recognised a uniformed Coriolanus, glowering at you. Uncomfortable under his gaze for the first time ever, your eyes shot away and at Hoff. 

“Today, is a very joyous day for Panem. We have found the person both responsible for the murder of young Arthur Alden, and conspiring of the rebel bombings in the Capitol,” his voice boomed.

The crowd gasped as commotion stirred behind you, you span to be greeted with a sight that would stay engraved in your brain forever. A bloodied Sejanus being dragged by two peacekeepers. Your heart dropped. Sobbing unconsolably, you gripped your chest, watching Sejanus being dragged to the front. Coriolanus revelling at the sight of your tears. This is how you had to learn; this is the only way.

“I am very disappointed to say that the person in question is Capitol and noble background; Sejanus Plinth is hereby sentenced to death for treason.”

“I didn’t do anything! Please! Coriolanus? Y/N? Please!”

“God! Help him! Sejanus!” you cried while running out to the front of the platform. The peacekeepers rushed to your side, prying off and away. “No! Sejanus!”

“Please!” Sejanus cried out, the peacekeeper wrapping the noose around his neck showing no mercy. 

Coriolanus watched you, thrashing yourself around, yelling. He thought to himself that his plan of framing Sejanus could not have gone any better. No more obstacles. You struggling to free yourself from the peacekeepers, your cries; these were all signs. Signs you were disciplined, that you have learned. The crowd muttering in horror, Lucy Gray among them watching in terror.

“Coryo! Please! Y/N! No!” he screamed. You watched as the platform retracted, his body dropping; his neck snapping instantly. 

His body flailed around until it went limp. You stopped thrashing against the peacekeepers and dropped to the floor. You let out a shriek so deep the entire district seemed to silence itself. Coriolanus rejoiced at the sight of the dead obstacle.

He wanted you to know that this was all for you, to pick you off the floor and kiss you. He would move mountains for you and bring the world to your feet. Kill and lie for you repeatedly, nothing gets in the way of him and his tulip.

Not now, not ever.

FIN

[nouklea]

I wish…

[markantonys]

amidst all the gawyn casting kerfuffle, i never reacted to gaebril and the potential story implications thereof!

point #1: the official character description strongly implies that gaebril is morgase's established lover, i.e. when we first meet the andoran crew at the beginning of the season, we will be introduced to him as morgase's lover & advisor (as opposed to a storyline where he's a newcomer in court and gradually gets close to her over the course of the season; if that had been the case, his official pre-season character description would've been "a new face in the andoran court who hopes to prove his loyalty to the queen" or something)

point #2: the other 6 forsaken were released during 2x08

point #3: there doesn't appear to be too big of a timeskip between 2x08 and 3x01

this leaves us with a few possibilities for gaebril.

possibility #1: gaebril was never a real person and has only ever been the persona for a forsaken

possibility #1A: gaebril has arrived at court and become morgase's most trusted companion very very quickly (like, within the span of only a few weeks).

possibility #1B: there's a longer timeskip between 2x08 and 3x01 than we think, or there's a timeskip between 3x01 and 3x02 (if the caemlyn crew isn't introduced until then), which gives forsaken!gaebril more time to worm his way into a position of influence in andor.

this is the possibility that we all immediately assumed when we saw gaebril because it's the case in the books, but upon thinking about it more, i'm not sure i buy it. 1A would raise Very Obvious red flags not only to the audience, but surely to elaida, gawyn, and galad as well, and so then why would they all happily head out to tar valon if they have bad feelings about this new guy in town who's gained such an in with morgase so quickly? 1B doesn't feel particularly likely because unlike between s1 and s2 when a good amount of time was needed to set up various new status quos, s2 into s3 feels like we should be ready to hit the ground running and not just hang around for months before starting the next quest.

plus, both these options would make the audience's first impression of morgase be that she's a bit of a fool. even if we later learn that compulsion is being used on her, the idea of her as a super clever and cunning ruler (as per her character description) will be a pretty hard sell if our very first scene(s) of her is her placing trust in an advisor who to us is very obviously shady and probably a forsaken (show-onlys will definitely be on the lookout for potential disguised forsaken when s3 kicks off!). dramatic irony with the audience knowing someone's secretly evil but the characters around them don't know - that's much more effective when it's heartbreaking to watch than when it's frustrating to watch Because It's Just So Obvious, How Can They Not See?

this brings me to:

possibility #2: gaebril is a real bona fide andoran lord who genuinely does have a consensual relationship with morgase and has been her most trusted companion for many years, and later in the season (maybe as the finale stinger to set up s4) he gets killed by a forsaken, who then assumes his identity and begins manipulating morgase by impersonating her years-long most trusted companion.

imo, this would work better on a few levels.

it allows us to get to know the real morgase and see the smart Bad Bitch powerhouse she is before she falls under forsaken influence

it's a much subtler manipulation campaign, which would fit with the show giving competence upgrades and subtlety upgrades to the forsaken so far

while watching morgase get manipulated by A Weird Guy Who Just Showed Up could be frustrating for the audience and make her seem stupid to us, watching her get manipulated by a guy she thinks is her most trusted companion but who we know is actually a forsaken impersonating him would be so heartbreaking and we'd really empathize with her

morgase sleeping with a forsaken voluntarily but unknowingly/under false pretenses would be a tiiiiiiny bit less icky than her being literally mind-controlled-by-magic into sleeping with a forsaken (though still very icky! but similar to how the show did randfear)

it would be harder for the people around morgase to pin her increasingly erratic behavior on The Weird Guy Who Just Showed Up and would make it more believable that they fully blame HER for everything, which thus makes elayne's job of rehabilitating house trakand's reputation that much harder

if nothing is obviously different and morgase doesn't have a brand-new Weird Guy Who Just Showed Up hanging around her all the time, it's a lot more believable that the people around her don't notice anything off until it's too late

it could be a fun little way for the show to surprise readers and not just show-onlys!

it could hypothetically allow some Forsaken Consolidation by making it possible for one forsaken to do double-duty; for example, maybe sammael has a little something else going on earlier in s3 but then scoots over to impersonate gaebril for s4, thus allowing us to cut rahvin and have sammael do 2 narrative jobs. (i really do feel like rahvin would be a great one to combine with someone else because he truly does only do One Thing, albeit a very important One Thing. plus, i'm biased and want the final male forsaken slot to go to demandred because i love him and also i want the show to give us the taimandred storyline we should have gotten in the books!)

as of now, the only real objection i can think of to this theory is "why wouldn't they have just used bryne as the lover-adviser who gets killed and impersonated?" but eh, maybe they thought making gaebril a real andoran lord to start would be less of a stretch to book canon than making bryne get killed and impersonated, or maybe they don't want bryne coming anywhere near the show so as not to spark fears of siuaraine getting broken up and put with their book LIs, or maybe bryne actually will show up in the show somewhere else and thus couldn't get killed and impersonated.

[cryptias-space]

I finally finished it!

Welcome fully to the world, human Lord's in Black!

My favorite design is probably Blinky and Tinky. The only one I'm not 100% happy with is Wiggly. I wanted to give him more detailed tartan pants but I just gave up. He has Christmas colors though, I thought it was funny. Nibbly having tanlines was a completely random choice. I think him having a bagel in his mouth gave me too much Aoi Asahina vibes and I was compelled for the tanlines lol

The story so far is that Webby got tired of her brothers wreaking havoc and decided they needed to see how hard it is to be human. She sent them all to Hatchetfield, with Wilbur Cross in toe to keep them in line, as human teenagers. She left Wilbur a book of everything they need to know, including new names and semi new human forms. Along with these new fully human bodies comes with human issues, like disabilities and mental health issues. (AKA more headcanons I can force onto them lol)

Individuals and more info under the cut

First up and shortest at 5 foot 4, Nibblenephim.

Nibbly is now named Nikolai Phillips, or Nicky for short. He is the only one of the LiB to have been put in an AFAB body due to his genderfluid identity and more feminine leaning nature. He does not mind this at all.

When Nicky goes to school he decides on joining the Culinary club, desperate to learn how to cook since Wilbur is so garbage at it. He is constantly being hit on by everyone at school and he takes advantage of it to make them take him to Pasqualli’s to get free food.

With Nibblys design I wanted to steer away from the classic Hairstyle. Everyone has his eyes covered, and while I do love that design so much, it would get in the way of his cooking and it isn't practical. I personally hc him as genderfluid and afab so I had to do it to him lol

The "human issue" I'm giving Nicky is ADHD and really bad memory issues. This is going to cause people to tease him for being dumb and while he jokes back about it, the teasing does get to him.

Second in at 5 foot 6, T'noy Karaxis.

Tinky is now named Tobias Kelly, or Tobi for short. Despite being 18 his goatee often makes people think he's older.

Tobi joined band, specifically as a trumpet player (iykyk), as well as joining the robotics club. He spends most of his time clinging to Peter Spankoffski and breaking into Theodore Spankoffski's home and workplace. He is constantly getting in trouble at school for being a class clown.

With Tinkys design I was going for a sort of extremely simple pastel goth or harajuku. Originally I wanted to give him way more of a Decora fashion but I didn't want him to look too complicated. He compulsively buys and plays with rubicks cubes (the colors are supposed to reference the Spankoffski brothers) also, notice the Tobi ♡ Peter friendship bracelet... Peter won't wear his lol

The "human issues" I'm giving Tobi is Autism and BPD. I feel like Tinky being autistic in any way makes sense, so Tobi is autistic with a special interest in puzzles and electronics (and the Skankoffski's but he won't admit that). With extremely sensitive ears and autism, he tends to have meltdowns often. And these meltdowns tend to be in public, causing people to judge him and think of him as a child. The BPD comes in with quick changing emotions, Ted and Pete being his favorite persons and getting extremely jealous and territorial. (I have BPD so I had to force this on him lol)

In the middle and completely average at 5 foot 10, Wiggog Y’Wrath. (He says he's 6 foot)

Wiggly is now named Waylon Webb. An obvious reference to the Waylon's and a painful reminder that Webby is the one who did this to them.

Waylon joined the chess team and quickly became the best player, and the leader. He also ran for student council president and won. He used his siblings skills to make sure he won. He bribed the student body with Nicky's food, annoyed the competition with Tobi's trumpet playing, and took amazing campaign photos with the help of Benjamin (Blinky). Percy (Pokey) refused to help him.

With Wiggly's design I wanted to go very simple and stick with the letterman jacket he had in NPMD. However... I had to give him red pants, I needed him to be Christmas colors lol I wish I spent time to figure out how to do his pants but alas, I am dumb. He wears the crown all the time, and it often gets stolen by Max Jägerman to tease him for being short

The "human issues" I'm giving Waylon is NPD. He views himself as better than everyone, save for a few specific people he views as equals. He struggles with self esteem and even if he would never admit it, what others think of him really matters. He often goes into crashes if the people around him ignore him too much, and he will go into highs when he gets too cocky. When he's in one of these crashes, Waylon gets extremely depressed and either isolates or desperately seeks attention. (I also have NPD so I had to force this on him lmao)

The second tallest at 6 foot 1, Bliklotep.

Blinky is now named Benjamin Thomas, or Benji for short. While he does have a face, his eyes being green if you're curious, he almost always has a phone or camera in front of his face.

Benji joined the photography club as well as the school newspaper. He writes almost exclusively gossip columns but the school eats it up. He does however take amazing photos for his siblings when needed, and also seems to have a strange obsession with amusement parks. Speaking of strange obsession, much like Tobi, Benji is often breaking into the CCRP building, but no one is quite sure why. Whenever asked he just says "an old friend" works there.

Blinky is my favorite design of the group I think. I knew I wanted him to be kinda feminine and lanky, but not as feminine as Nibbly and not as twink body as Pokey. His eye motif worked so well for the overalls and I feel like I managed to make eyes and overals not feel like The Minions lamo I also love the orange hair with the purple in it. The boots are supposed to be the knee high convers but in all magenta. I should have added the white on the toe but I forgot lol

The "human issues" I'm giving Benjamin is Hallucinations. I'm not knowledgeable enough to specify what disorder he has that's causing them, I'm leaning towards Schizophrenia, but again, I don't want to label it until I do more research. He often sees, hears, and feels things that aren't there. Most frequently he sees creepy, disembodied eyes surrounding him. When he hears things he often covers his ears and shouts to get them to go away, causing people to stare at him, which only makes him panic. His tactile hallucinations are almost always the feeling of bugs on and under his skin. (This is the type of Hallucinations I deal with so I had to force it on him lmao)

And lastly but definitely not least, the tallest of the human Lord's coming in at 6 foot 3, Pokotho.

Pokey is now named Percy Martins. He is the tallest and also has the deepest voice of the siblings.

Percy joins the drama club, obviously. He actually manages to get roles despite being a new student. He spends almost all his time in the auditorium practicing for auditions or the roles that he gets. Surprisingly he latched onto Richie the same way that Tobi latched onto Pete. Percy constantly asks Richie if he can come over to his house, and seems to know a surprising amount about Richies uncle. Just like Tobi and Benji, Percy is also constantly breaking into the CCRP building. When asked he will say "his muse" works there. He also has a deep seeded hatred for coffee bur refuses to elaborate on why.

With Pokey's design I wanted it to be comfortable but also elegant. To me he's giving Howl from Howls Moving Castle lol I was really determined to give him locs and honestly? I think I did a really good job for my first time! He has little jewels hanging out of them and also has his own mask as a necklace. The cane is very functional for him, but he definitely should have a different type of cane, possibly a different aid in general but he refuses to use the others because he thinks they're not fancy enough.

The "human issues" I'm giving Percy is chronic pain, POTS, and autism. The POTS and pain is what makes him need the cane. He often has to sit or lie down because of how light headed he will get. Also, he always has lots of water and salty snacks in his bag. He's autistic, special interest in musical theater. He has really bad sensory issues with textures, and much like Tobi, gets easily overstimulated. However, unlike Tobi, when he gets overwhelmed to any degree, he goes non speaking. This is really annoying to him, as he loves the sound of his own voice and hates not being able to speak. This causes him a lot of distress, which only makes him more overwhelmed.

That's it! I'm really proud of these designs, and I really hope to keep writing this fic idea. I love these fuckers so much

[nouklea]

There are never too many books in a house.

But maybe, just maybe, I might have over done it this year.

A one meter high pile of new books.

17 for my son. Most of them are about hockey, but hey, he READS, so don't judge!

8 for my daughter. Slowly but surely getting her there.

And 35 for me. Plus two that I had to order online because the woman at the stand told me they only had 5 in stock and wouldn't print it again. Plus a tarot deck.

So 60 new books to stock somewhere in the house. Where? No idea. Does it matter? Absolutely not.

And I didn't get Christian Page's new book because he wasn't there to sign it... And I forgot to...

Big crush for Poètes de Brousse this year. Their stand was amazing.