#couldn't keep it to myself anymore xD

[polariscroquis]

I ask you guys to trust that Missionary Man is a good idea - if all goes as planned, Cirice will be for Halloween ;)

Remember I said I couldn't draw people from behind and a decent ass? This is the reason

And the WIP is a vary bad quality photo from my laptop screen 'cause I'm travelling and internet isn't a thing over here - but I wanted to post a sneak peak!

[fallingdownhell]

hi!! i really loved your reader drunk complimenting dumeru boys 😭❤️ i was wondering if you can make something similar but with diluc, xiao, thoma? you can add whoever else you want!

thank you in advance, if ever you come across this ask and accept my request! love your writing btw <3

Thank you so much!! I'm glad you enjoy my writing! And of course, I loved that request so much myself, glad to include some other characters in this now<3

Characters Included: Diluc; Xiao; Thoma

Content: gender neutral reader; drunk reader; established relationship; general fluffy content

Word count: 2k words

Imagine Reader's parts as drunken gibberish, I can't write that for the life of me xD

Diluc

Even though Diluc himself did not like drinking alcohol and rarely participated in it, he could understand your need for the occaisonal drink at his bar, especially when he noticed you approach after an particular stressful day at work.

He noticed your slumped way of walking, the sour expression on your face as you approached the bar at Angel's Share. Without a word, he turned and prepared your favourite drink for you, placing it in front of you with an understanding nod.

You thanked him and almost downed the drink entirely in one go. So it was that bad, huh?

Like always, he wanted to keep an eye on you the entire time, to ensure you wouldn't drink too much, but something came up and he had to leave the bartending to Charles on his own.

As he emerged from his office within the Angel's Share again after two hours had passed, he was surprised and concerned when he did not see you sitting at the bar anymore.

Alarmed, he was about to dash over to Charles to question him about your whereabouts, but then a shout ripped through the tavern, a voice he would recognise anywhere.

He turned to the source of the noise and found you sitting at one of the many tables in the tavern, surrounded by other people who were heavily drunk and singing along with the bards... just like you were.

Diluc turned again to look at Charles, who only spared him one apologetic look before he tended to other customers again.

"DILUC!"

The shout of his name brought him to turn his attention back to your drunken self, as you tried approaching him on your stumbling and unsafe legs. He caught you under your arms as you were about to fall right in front of him, but this only made you giggle more.

"Where have you been? You missed out on SOOO much fun!", you laughed and giggled while talking, raising your glass to your lips again to drink even more. But Diluc caught your hand before you could do so, gently taking the glass from your grip.

"I think you've had enough for the night, darling."

"No! I'm pracitcally sober! See?". You tried convincing him, but you were basically stumbling while only staying in one spot, so it wasn't exactly successful.

"Come on, it's time to get you to bed.", he said as he then gently picked you up, one hand supporting your upper body while his other arm was holding you under your legs.

You let out a surprised noise at the sudden motion, but soon started giggling again, wrapping your arms around his neck as Diluc carried you out the tavern and began the walk back to his mansion.

It was late at night already, but that didn't stop you from talking the entire time, commenting either about the time of day or what you were seeing upon your travels.

"WOW, did you see the shape of that bush?!"

"Has that flower always been there? ...Why is it staring at me?"

Diluc couldn't help but smile at your crazy talk. He wished he could see what you were seeing right now, but it's best if he didn't.

This carried on for a while, him carrying you like this while you commented on absolutely everything without pause, until suddenly, you slapped your hands against his cheeks, holding his face like that and making him look at you.

Surprised, he stopped walking, looking at you questioningly as you were practically staring him in the eyes, not saying anything.

"...What?", he asked after a few seconds of silence as you began squinting your eyes together.

"You have such a pretty face, you know that?", you suddenly said, before giggling again, letting go of Diluc's face again and hiding your own against his chest.

Meanwhile, Diluc had combusted into all the different shades of red at your compliment. His brain stopped working for a second at the unsuspected praise of his appearance.

When he tried nudging you, he noticed that you'd finally fallen asleep in his arms, looking peacefully unaware. Diluc sighed, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head, whispering "Sweet dreams" into your ear as he carried on his way, holding you tightly against his chest.

He knew you would feel the full force of your drinking tomorrow morning, but he would be there as well, to help and comfort you through it.

Xiao

He was still not too familiar with the customs of the humans, so he didn't think too much of it when you told him that you were going out for a few drinks with your friends.

He just nooded and wished you a good night with them while he would focus on his duties for the time you were going to be apart. Never would he have thought it would end like this..

The night has already progressed quite far, but there were still no signs of you coming back. And Xiao was slowly starting to get worried.

He hasn't heard anything from you at all. Normally, you would call his name and he would accompany you back home, to make sure you would arrive safe and sound.

But never before did it take you this long, you usually never stayed out this late.

So the fact that it happened now, made his mind spin with worry and a hundred different scenarios on what could have happened to you while he wasn't there to protect you.

As his thoughts kept wandering and getting worse by the second, he suddenly heard you... your voice... calling his name..

He was confused for only a second because your voice didn't sound as paniced like he had imagined it would, but that was quickly shoved to the back of his mind as he teleported to you.

To his surprise, he stood in the middle of a very crowded place, people all around him and shouting and singing very loudly with each other. Is this what you called a "tavern" earlier?

Xiao then looked around and spotted you not too long after. You were standing with your back turned to him, so he approached you, wanting to know why you called for him.

As he came closer, he noticed you standing with your group of friends. The closer he got, the better he began to understand what you were talking about.

"... so handsome! And his hair! Oh my god, his hair! It's so fluffly! Like, you wouldn't think it, but it's so..."

You were rambling, your friends laughing at your drunken monologue about your boyfriend, which made you pout.

"Hey! Don't laugh at me! It's true, Xiao is very handsome and loveable!"

Xiao froze in his tracks over hearing you say that. Was that why you called his name? Because you were gushing to your friends about him?

"Yeah, yeah, we know, (Name).", your friends were laughing and giggling even more at your pouting, to which you then decided to turn around to get another drink from the bar. Although those plans of your were long forgotten as you recognized the face of your boyfriend in the crowd.

"XIAO!", you screamed, a huge grin appearing on your face as you immediately ran towards him, startling the poor Adeptus even more. He was unsure how to react in this situation, but you just took care of that for him.

Jumping up into his arms, hugging your arms around his neck, you giggled as you burried your face into his neck. "What are you doing here?", you asked him after a minute, only now realizing how strange his presence here was.

"You.. called my name.", Xiao explained, a bit awkward since your friends were watching you two and he did not know how to handle you right now. You were acting so different than usual..

"I did? Really.. I don't remember..", you pondered, but moments later, it was already forgotten again as you hugged him again, giggling like a madman, continuing to mumble "Xiao.. Xiao.. my Xiao..", while you did so.

Xiao was blushing like crazy, and the best thing he knew to do right now was to escape this situation as soon as possible.

"I'll be taking her home now.", he said directed to your friends. Then, placing an arm around your back, he teleported you and himself back to his room at Wangshuu Inn, were he laid you down on the bed.

He would let you rest for now, but there were a lot of questions he needed you to answer tomorrow morning..

Thoma

Thoma himself did not drink often, but he also never stopped you from doing so, knowing that you liked to go out from time to time to have fun this way. And he always took care of you when you had a terrible hangover the next day.

You always felt guilty about it and he would tell you that he didn't mind it a bit, but it didn't help your conscious at all. Still, the next best opportunity you got, you would do it again.

It became somewhat of a routine that Thoma would look after you when you overdid it with the drinking again.

Like today...

It was only supposed to be two or three drinks with some friends at a bar, but it escalated when a certain Oni came into the picture, challenging you to a drinking game which you could not turn down.

Thoma tried his best in talking you out of it, but your pride got the better of you. And now, you were horribly drunk, your head resting on the bar counter as you giggled and laughed at absolutely nothing.

Your friends and other spectators were laughing at you, as well as the drunk Oni next to you, while Thoma was shaking his head. He did feel pity for you, because the hangover would be gruesome, but on the other hand, he did warn you and you refused to listen to him. It was your own fault...

Deciding that enough was enough, he went over to you, gently patting your back.

"Come on, (Name). It's time to go home now.", he said as he took one of your arms to place it over his shoulder, while his other arms wrapped around your back so he could help you walk better.

You were barely conscious at this point, only unintelligable noises leaving your lips, interrupted by the occaisonal giggle or laughter.

The people made room for the two of you as Thoma helped you to get outside, the fresh air hitting your face and you soon felt like you became a bit more clear in the head again.

Suddenly realizing that you were walking, you looked at the figure next to you through squinted eyes. You didn't recognize much, other than the fact that whoever that was, they were looking rather handsome..

"Heeyy.. you come here often?", you asked, the words managed to come out after a few attempts. The person next to you was silent for a few seconds, then you heard a chuckle from them.

"You could say that, yes.", they answered you, which satisfied you for now. You nodded, walking in silence for a bit, until a new realization hit you.

"Wait.. where are we going?"

"I'm taking you home. You had a bit too much to drink, (Name)."

You only nodded again, letting this strange person walk you back to your home without further resistance. Maybe, if you were more sober, you would have realized the hidden dangers in this if the person next to you would have been anyone else..

As soon as you were through the door of your home and your head hit your soft pillow, your lights went out instantly and you were snoring softly, sleeping like a rock.

With a sigh, but also a fond smile on his lips, Thoma looked at you and shook his head as he made sure to pull the blankets over your body, before he left for now to gather a few herbs and medicine to help your recovery later...

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hey Aerie! I'm finally on time for Wipwednesday, so I humbly ask for a little bit of Mafia Front? I may be a little bit obsessed with the drama XD I hope this week is kind to you, sending you love 🧡

WIP Wednesday (9/11) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 220)

Once Kevin is freshly showered and wearing a pair of Jean's pajama bottoms, he exits the bathroom to find Jean already in bed. Kevin flicks the bathroom light off, then back on. It's a light-on sort of night. Besides, Neil might have to pee and Kevin would rather not hear him trip over something on the way through. Kevin slides into bed but stays on his side, afraid to cross any line he might've drawn between them with his earlier admission.

He lies there on his back, staring up at the ceiling for a few minutes. He's content to fall asleep like this, warmed by Jean's body heat and soothed by the sound of his breathing. But he has to know. "Are you sure you're not mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you," Jean says after a moment. "I'm just hurt you felt you had to lie to me."

"You have to understand, Jean. I.." Kevin takes a second to exhale and relaxes when Jean's hand finds his in the sheets. "When I left, I left you both. But you had each other. You were together, without me. I was scared that year apart was too long. Or that you wouldn't need me anymore."

"And, what? You thought we would cut you off just like that? For kissing someone?"

"I didn't know. I mean, a phone call whenever we could manage them and a text message here and there... That was— I already felt like I was losing you. I couldn't give you another reason to dump me." Kevin explains, recalling the fear he had when he arrived at the airport that morning. He'd accidentally confessed to Jean as soon as they were able to let go of each other. But Jean misunderstood. He thought Kevin said Andrew kissed him and Kevin went with it.

"I'll say it again: you're a beautiful idiot." Jean says, shifting onto his side. "There is no universe where I ever break up with you. I thought you knew that. You were my primary reason for keeping myself alive back then. The center of my world. How the hell could I let the sun slip through my fingers?"

"The sun?"

"The sun. My sun. You were the bright spot of my life, you and Neil. You still are. I would rather be dead than be without either of you."

"You're still not allowed to kill yourself. Just so you know." Kevin reminds him, making Jean laugh.

"I remember, I remember.” He pauses for a second. “How about you tell me what really happened now? All of it."

With a nod, Kevin starts to detail the night that led to him kissing Andrew. The bus ride to Evermore, the brutal game they played against the Ravens. How he'd collapsed at the final buzzer, falling to his knees and staring up at the scoreboard like he just couldn't believe it. But he could. He knew he'd whipped the Foxes into shape. He knew Jean and Neil were off the team. The Perfect Court only had one remaining member and, deep down, Kevin knew Riko wouldn't be enough. 

After all these years, Kevin still isn't sure what possessed him. But when Riko glared down at him with that awful sneer on his face, Kevin merely smiled and said, "I didn't let you win this time. Are you happy now?”

"You said that?" Jean gasps, interrupting the story. Kevin nods. 

"I did. And the next thing I knew, he was mid-swing," Kevin shudders. He thought he was dead. He knew he was dead. "I know what a heavy racquet does to a skull, Jean. I saw... When, you-know-what happened in Columbia. It would've killed me. If Riko had hit me, my brains would've been splattered all over the court floor! But I didn't have time to move. There was nowhere to go anyway..."

Jean's arm tightens around him.

"It's funny and it's sad. But when Andrew swooped in, I heard that crack. And Riko's scream... It still echoes in my head sometimes. But looking up at him, seeing that anguish on his face... I wanted to help him! Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was tracing out the path from the court to our old room!" Kevin says, hating himself for caring for the man who crippled him and tried to end his life over a game. "But Andrew grabbed me by the back of my uniform and pulled me away, got me to my feet and off the court before the medics could come on. I don't really remember much after that. It's a blur. I know... We changed clothes and got on the bus. And my father was worried someone would try to break into our hotel. To hurt us. Especially Andrew."

"Since he just mangled their king's arm."

"Yeah. So he drove us straight back to PSU. That's what I remember most. The bus. I sat on the window side and Andrew sat beside me. I was shaking, vibrating with nerves and fear and.... everything. Then Andrew grabbed my hand and held it the whole way back to Palmetto. Once we got there, everyone went down to the basement to drink to our victory. Everyone but me and Andrew. 

“He stayed with me. And I sat on my bed, replaying the game in my mind like I always did. But it was mixed with that crack and Riko's scream. And suddenly it was my screaming and the crack that took my hand. Andrew took me by the face, like this," Kevin says, grabbing Jean's chin with one hand. "And looked into my eyes and asked why I was upset. I told him Riko would try to kill me again as soon as he woke up from surgery. Andrew told me he wouldn't. That Riko wasn't allowed to touch me. That he wouldn't let anyone touch me. That he was standing between me and everyone else."

Kevin pauses for a breath and to remember the way his heart fluttered at Andrew's promise, at the way Andrew's lidded eyes gazed down at him.

"And I kissed him."

[doumadono]

Emergency request:

Hey I hope it's okay if I request some comfort with Hawks. I've had struggled for a long time now never really telling anyone even though I have had times where I got anxiety/panic attacks almost daily. Mostly because of some family issues and having to had been safe place and supporter for both my younger siblings and a mother. (there has happened a lot but I won't go to any specific details) It was both freeing and terrifying to have moved on my own since I felt like I had in a way less responsibility havig to just look after myself and do what I want. But I also felt anxious of not really knowing what's going at home and feeling like I wasn't really needed anymore. Not really getting many calls to ask how I was doing or if I do it quickly becomes a 'rant' of what's going on in their life, even though it's much better now than few years back.

I'm finally getting help and send a text to my school psychologist because I have been pretty exhausted about everything building up and not really attending to school either. But I'm proud for finally going to talk there and hopefully getting some more help. I'm just anxious of how no one really knows how much I have been struggling and thinks I'm doing well and I don't know how I'm going to face them telling them if I can't continue school at this moment.. Meaning I would have to break the illusion of how I really am.. I'm just used to keeping it inside but I'm trying to break out of that.. but it's scary xd

I'm sorry for the long explanation I don't mean to vent I'm bad at summarizing stuff. There's absolutely no pressure to write this and I wish you have an amazing day! I wanto say I really love your blog and all your amazing writings!❤️

A/N: I apologize for posting this after the 48-hour emergency request window; I've been quite busy recently. I want you to know that reaching out for help is a brave and significant step. You don't have to carry this burden alone, and it's okay to break the illusion. Your well-being matters, and I'm proud of you for taking care of yourself. It may be scary, but you're on the path to healing, and there's strength in vulnerability! Keep moving forward, and things will get better ♥

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Hawks had always been known for his swiftness, both in the skies and in his hero duties. But today, as he received your message and read through the turmoil you'd been enduring, he realized that some things couldn't be rushed. He knew that your struggles had been hidden beneath a brave facade for far too long. As he flew toward your place, he used a few of his feathers to discreetly check in on you. They slipped through the slightly ajar window, silently sensing your distress and heavy sighs.

You sat alone, enveloped in the suffocating embrace of your inner demons; your apartment dimly lit, and your heart heavy with the weight of your struggles. The room was filled with a haunting silence, only broken by the occasional distant sirens of the city.

When he finally landed on your balcony, and knocked gently, you were startled, not expecting him to actualy show up. Opening the balcony door, his wings cast a shadow over you. His usually confident demeanor was replaced with an air of solemnity.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, both surprised and touched by his presence.

He gave you a soft, sympathetic smile and stepped inside. "I read your message, and I couldn't just ignore it. You really thought I won't check upon you, songbird? Can I come in?"

Nodding, you led him to your living room, where you both settled on the couch. The weight of your troubles hung heavy in the air, and Hawks knew he needed to tread carefully. "I know this might be difficult," Hawks began gently, "but you don't have to carry this alone anymore. You can talk to me, whatever it might be about."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you finally allowed yourself to speak, the words spilling out like a dam breaking. You shared your anxiety, panic attacks, and the overwhelming sense of responsibility for your family's well-being.

Hawks listened intently, his red wings folding around you protectively as you poured out your heart. "You don't have to hide your pain. It's okay to be vulnerable."

"But what if they see me differently now since I moved out?" you whispered, fear lacing your voice. "What if they think I don't care about them anymore? What if they'll consider me weak if I tell them about my school?"

Hawks leaned closer, his feather-light touch soothing. "Strength isn't about never feeling weak. It's about facing your vulnerabilities and seeking support when you need it, even if you're a pro hero. And believe me, there's nothing weak about that. About the situation with your family - I'm sure they'll finally accept your decision about moving out. Give them time and with small gestures show them that you still care."

As you continued to talk, Hawks offered reassuring words, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm of your emotions. He spoke of his own struggles, sharing stories of the pressure and loneliness that came with being a hero. Hawks gently brushed his feathers against your cheek, a gesture filled with tenderness. "You're not alone in this, okay? I'll be here for you whenever you need me, and I'll support you through the tough times."

Tears streamed down your face as you gazed at him, grateful for his understanding. "Thank you, Keigo. I don't know what I would've done without you today."

He smiled softly, his golden eyes reflecting genuine care. "Anytime, kid. Remember, you've got wings of your own, and you can soar through anything."

[whataboutsimple]

How it started: Hadrian and Gabriel somehow becoming a couple and everyone hates it but Hadrian is absolutely proud of himself because he’s so smitten with Gabriel and Gabriel’s trying to keep Hadrian from doing something evil and stupid

How’s it going: Somehow Romeo got mixed in and now we have golden retriever boy Gabriel with two evil boyfriends with god complexes who hate each other but only put up for each other for Gabriel and everyone ABSOLUTELY hates it but they’re not hurting Gabriel?? And Gabriel has them under control what?!

Yyyyeah!!! Unlike @tippedarrows angsty OceanLove, I got myself humor fluff pairing with two gremlins and no angst!xD

Oh.. oh wait

Waitwaitwait I actually can see some angst here>:)

Be ready chat, ahem..

Let's take a look at this from other perspective! What if Romeo actually was the first one to date Gabriel?

He was bored! So he wanted himself a little champion. Fred messing with his kind lovey-dovey town, Xara doing who the heck knows what, and he? He wants to see how he's "Command Block" team doing!

Ah, oh well, they broke up. But this shiny little guy? He seems interesting. Reminds of a Fred, but at the same time is not afraid to put up a fight. Funny! Let's mess with him a bit.

And so he does, he's not even bothering himself with formalities, instead going right into the pit with showing Gabriel the whole power admin spectrum. He puts up a little challenges and Gabriel actually does them! Well as long as no one else is involved.. that's a bit boring, but hey! At least Romeo can be creative with variety of danger!

Romeo is entertained everytime because this man doesn't even try to argue with him, instead he smiles! He loves Romeo's challenges and he appreciates he's work! Maybe Romeo finally found himself a friend?

Or maybe more.. wait, what? Nuh uh, nope, nonono- no way! He couldn't fall for him! For this stupid smile, and unnatural blue eyes, and patience behavior, and all the complements and jokes he tells him- okay! Maybe he've fallen for him, BUT only because Gabriel sees actual power Romeo has! Yeh, he worships the Admin like he should! And Romeo loves the shower of love he gets.

He starts to think of himself too much. Fights with Xara are most common thing at this moment and Fred keeps trying to "fix him" even though he doesn't need to be fixed! At least his blueberry understands him, right? He won't try to change him, right?

Meanwhile Gabriel is worried. He loves Romeo, he truly does, but.. he keeps acting like he's the only person that deserves to be loved and appreciated. Gabriel is not against sweet kisses, stupid joking, long cuddles whenever Romeo wants. He's not against showing love to his partner, but Romeo starts.. changing. Not in a good way.

At first Gabriel tries to gently hint it to him, he tried to distract him, to show him good, but Romeo already too deep in rabbit hole of lust for power.

Then he kills Fred. That was the last straw.

Gabriel can't do this anymore, he doesn't want to, he still loves Romeo but he knows he can't. He shouldn't.

And Romeo notices it. He sees how Gabriel doesn't smile the way it warms his heart, he feels like his hugs are not tight enough, he hears this pauses in their chit-chat. But the problem couldn't be him, right?

So he does the best what he can: cope with things in a bad way.

Since Gabriel was so bright when he was on peak of his "glory of a hero", maybe he need another fight against monster to become this hero yet again! And he'll be his little bright partner again!

Romeo is the one, who puts idea of WitherStorm in Ivor's head.

Needles to say it doesn't turns out well? Now Gabriel has this withersickennes and Romeo kind of feels bad but.. this Jesse guy.. seems interesting.

Don't get him wrong, he still.. loves.. Gabriel? But he's bored! The Admin, The God needs entertainment! So he lefts Gabriel alone without explanation.

And if Gabriel feels something wrong, he knows something wrong, he can't do anything because the only human alive he can speak to is under the bedrock.

He can't do anything.

So he decides to what his friend did ones: run away. "Wandering Warrior" is a good excuse to take some time for himself and he can't actually travel. He does! And meets someone rather interesting.. Hadrian!

Poor confused puppy and pretty happy gremlin with big ego have a small chit-chat. Gabriel knows Jesse! Perfect! Now Hadrian actually knows how to get his hand on the guy through this man.

He quickly comes up with a story about Portal Hallway and how he got lost, went through portal and got here. It's not completely a lie, so Gabriel believes him! He says he can help Hadrian to get to the main portal of their world, if he wants to and Hadrian quickly agrees.

He behaves extra-sweet, he want to believe him, to believe his words. Since it's Jesse's world and he actually has friends here, Hadrian need to play smart.

Since BeaconTown is pretty far, they have plenty of time to get to know each other! Hadrian finds himself actually enjoying this man's behavior. He reminds him a bit of Mevia, but if she was kind. A lot of energy, talkative, listening, kind, but.. something is off about him. There's something in his unnaturaly dull blue eyes, that worries Hadrian.

He can't be bothered too much though! He needs to destroy Jesse.

So they go, and go, and go, but oh gosh what is that giant walking prismarin thing?!

No time, Gabriel needs to help people! Who knows how much villages this thing destroyed on it's way?

And Hadrian decides to help him.. he- actually saves people. At the same time he sees death. He sees how families grieving over their dead loved once.

That shakes something in him. Games had death too but they could respawn. They didn't die forever. But here? If you're gone, you're gone. Doesn't matter how hard Hadrian tries to shake this itchy feeling off, he can't.

And Gabriel? Gabriel sees how conflicted poor man is. So he does what he does best. Gives him reassuring hug. Hadrian is shocked, he wants to pull away, that wasn't the point of his mission! He doesn't need to care about dead- dead people.. people who won't come back ever again.

That night for the first time in a while he actually breaks. He's the villain of the story, he supposed to be bad, he shouldn't feel this way, but those people aren't coming back and he can't stop thinking about what would happen if that time when Jesse killed him he didn't come back.

He wasn't afraid of death, until he saw it with his own eyes. He saw it.

It takes them both some time to get to BeaconTown and things are already settled. He sees Jesse and approaches him. Hadrian had gone somewhere before this- probably to Portal Network.

Gabriel asks what has happen and Jesse tells everything. Including the fact that he left Romeo in protocol.

He shouldn't be surprised. He knew Romeo's behavior would lead him in the grave one day. He should've been ready. He shouldn't cry.

But he can't help but feel water in his eyes. And meanwhile Jesse and his friends suddenly looks surprised, but quickly takes out their weapons, Gabriel feels familiar purple fabric as he cries. He hugged this fabric before, didn't he?

[magnusbae]

13 books

What’s up readers?! How about a little show and tell? Answer these 13 questions, tag 13 lucky readers and if you’re feeling extra bookish add a shelfie! Let’s Go!

Tagged by @cuubism Thank you!! 💖 Heads up: if you're tagged, you don't need to read it alllll even if you do want to participate 😌

1) The Last book I read:

I'm pretty sure it was Tress of the Emerald Sea, what a delight!

2) A book I recommend:

.... The Way of Kings... (The Stormlight Archive)

3) A book that I couldn’t put down:

The second book of The Stormlight Archive, Words of Radiance had me by my throat like nothing else. wow. 👏🏻

4) A book I’ve read twice (or more):

Listen. I'll list something other than The Stormlight Archive just because this is getting embarrassing. The books I used to regularly reread were: HP, Eragon and Assassin's Apprentice. (full series rereads, crossing the 10 each) 😌

5) A book on my TBR:

I have a hefty amount of books I bought and never read. Ranging from classics to cheap fantasy-- but alas, my brain is fixated on the other author who doesn't disappoint me and so I just stick to his books XD

Some of the books sitting on my ineffective 'shame you into reading' shelf are: Captive Prince, the rest of the Wolfsong series, the.... shadowhunters books... the new trilogy about Fitz which I have in hardcovers yet never read. And some... others...

6) A book I’ve put down:

One of the reasons I am avoidant of taking on new books at all is because I have a very hard time putting down books I started. I'll suffer through entire series just for the few grains of gratification in the end. Or to... spitefullfy and confidently say it sucked balls.

However... three series managed to break me.

First being GoT, I just didn't manage to get through, not even 10 chapters. A true oddedity for me, but I just couldn't.

Second being The Witcher. I managed to power through like 4-5 books? And then I just couldn't do this to myself anymore. It was so, so, so not my vibe. (even while the pc game is about my most favorite game ever.) 🤷🏻‍♀️

And lastly, although I think I did finish the entire series before deciding that if ever a new book came out, I'll never read it, was the-- god what's the name of it... the First Law Trilogy – The Blade Itself etc from joe abercrombie. What a bleak series! Oh my god!

7) A book on my wish list:

My honest wishlist is just to keep on reading Brando Sando in my slow and enjoying-it phase... Although I admit that there's a large amount of those new spicy fantasy books apparently being released that shorts recommend and older folk rant about, so I naturally do want to check it out to see what's up with that but.... in truth... I just want to keep on enjoying Brando Sando XD

8) A favorite book from childhood:

I genuinely really loved Eragon. Oh and Artemis Fowl was all fun. I also really loved Tunnel in the Sky, like really.

9) A book you would give to a friend:

ngl it'll be an unapologetic The Way of Kings with big and passionate begging session of 'please give it a try' like for real.

In case any one of you is actually interested--- (you don't have to read this part) -inhales deeply-

The Way of Kings is a truly misleading book, that might leave you with the impression that the book is all about wars and kings but that is the furthest from the truth a description and a cover and a name can go.

It has fantasy, it has deep and rich world building, elaborate magic system that is deeply embedded into the story, culture and literal every single stone of the world. There's politics, culture, introspection, deep and varied characters, each reading like the main character of the story, having unique and vibrant personality and motivations.

It is not just a book, it is a work of true and deep love for the genre and writing in general. Beautifully done, enriching and enticing.

And what's most important for people who read too many books?

Hard to predict. It managed to pull the rug from underneath my feet in the most surprising and pleasing ways. Brandon writes in a way that is not 'shock just to shock' nor 'drama just for drama'. Every single scene is true, and forward. You always have everything right in front of you, the key is that you do not know how to put it all together just yet.

That can finally give that refreshing 'I don't know where it's heading but I'm enjoying the experience" I feel I had lost over the years, being able to recognize patterns too easily and predict writing intentions.

God, what a book! It does however have a rough learning curve, being such a massive world, it takes time to ease you in. Say about at least 5 chapters in at the minimum. On a personal note, I recommend the audiobooks read by kate reading and michael kramer, literally the best experience I've ever had, listening to those two bring to life every character and accent and scene, wow!

10) A book of poetry or lyrics that you own:

Come to think of it, I don't actually own any. Ha.

11) A nonfiction book you own:

I don't haha! Looking back, it's a lie, I have a few phycology books gathering dust in various hiding spots.

12) What are you currently reading:

........The Way of Kings....

13) What are you planning on reading next?

.....Words of Radiance.... haha. 😋

Y'all don't need to read all them answers in case you just want to answer it for yourself, or you can skip, too 😊😊😊

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@willameena

I am certain this is 13, I am certain. Cheers 💖💖💖

[slashingdisneypasta]

Oh dear. I hope you get some sleep 🫂🫂🫂 whether you do or not, I offer cookies 🍪🍪🍪🍪

I'm doing OK. Right now I'm not reading anything, but I hope to write something. My number one F/O thought is having a romantic bath with one of my F/O's (Tiffany and Rena come to mind immediately, but I'm sure Jerry would be into romantic baths or swimming in a pool together ^^ I also want to do it with Russ, but I know that it wouldn't be your usual romantic moment XD). What is your F/O thought right now? ^^

And yes. Get McDonalds if you want ^^ If nothing else, just to get coffee. I've had to go get breakfast there a couple of times when I couldn't get sleep and had the opening shift at Chipotle. It was a nice breakfast that helped me psyche myself up for the day ahead XD

My next sleep is likely upwards of 14 hours from now but I have had two hashbrowns and a sausage and egg mcmuffin so I am ready XD Plus I'm giving myself time to visit the nearby bookshop before I leave the doctors to go to work, so, there's that (: Not that I should be buying anymore books. Its the little joys in life XD 🤣 Thank you for cookies!!! 🍪🍪🍪 You share with me ^^

Oooh, what are you thinking of writing? ^^ And- !!! Amazing F/O thought!! XD Thats so up Tiff's ally, especially XD Imagine all the candles and the black bubble bath and the borderline sacrificial-romantic witchy vibes 💜💜💜 And Rena sure is not gonna turn an offer like that down XD She's immediately turning to Kingston when you offer like (:(:(:(: ... get out~ And Jerry is- well- the king of seduction, so XD Not much more to say 😏

For me, hmmm... I have a Jim thought but its not really/necessarily a an F/O thought- more an AU?? But its what's on my mind at the moment XD : So, I was learning about the Button Man (An urban legend if you haven't heard of it, about a feral man in the woods who's really possessive of 'his' dear hunting grounds) and now I've got Feral!Wild!Jim Bickerman thoughts in my head. Like, if he had to escape debts or something and he just decided Fuck it, he's just gonna take a tent and hide out for a while til the heat the dies down. Easy. He ends up staying longer and longer,... naturally starts talking to himself a lot, cuz I mean- he was lonely before but now he cant even talk to a good bartender... starts stealing some provisions from nearby campers, like treats and some reading material; occasionally new clothes... And eventually, becomes very possessive of 'his land'.

I could do a couple of fic's with with this! XD Maybe reader is on a camping trip with her boyfriend a little too-close to Jim's site and he takes a liking to her; decides to keep her. Or maybe Sheriff Reba discovers him, becomes really concerned because Yeah Jim's pretty nutty on a regular day but this... is something else. And reader is the front desk person at the station so when she brings him in they're horrified. etc etc.

Anyway, I hope you're having a good day!

[mor-and-more]

Idk I feel too anxious to Yell At Friends About Creature Lore anymore so Fucket We Ball

Today's creature issssss... Well, me

Or more precisely, my recreation as a cat

Because I got to the Endwalker of Endwalker fame (...yes the namesake quest of the expac hahah) for the 5th time yesterday, and. I Had Thoughts

To begin with, I'm a very unreactive fucker when I'm focused on a goal. So most of my reaction to the Scions sacrificing themselves one by one would be "comfort The Child (Alisaie), carry on". Because that was exactly what I were missing. A chance to just give her a little half-hug and remind that they are by our side

And when it came the twins' turn to do the Heroic Sacrifice(tm) I know that my reaction would be "understood", but. I'd be genuinely surprised and anxious to hear they'd wish for me to find happiness at journey's end. Because even on this side of the screen I immediately started panicked thinking on the topic of "do I even know what is happiness??? Do I Even Know How It Feels???"

Also fifth time I did it, and I still don't recognise most of the Voices From Past. Only if I remember the phrase itself (like Merlwyb's) or with some I kinda guessed, but. Yeah I suck at voice recognition (play clips of Emet-Selch and Zenos talking about something side by side, and I wouldn't be able to tell who is who unless one goes into "this was our beautiful world" and the other into "my friend, my enemy" rants) and don't really remember the phrases themselves

...also I know I would again promise to Emet-Selch to remember them as he'd be disappearing, hahah. Because this is what I told him into the screen, so yeah I'd absolutely say it in person, too

Also. I would totally at least try giving headpats to the Meteion at the Necropolis. Because that poor baby bird couldn't have been well finding the place like this... Aaaand then Alphy repeats what I were thinking then in their talk with her before dissipating, haha

Yes it's not "my" baby bird, but she's still a very scared confused baby bird who found herself terrifyingly lonely in an eerie place devoid of all life, that looked like fucken. Life After People documentaries, except not even animals survived. Yes I am THAT close to "accidentally dissolves itself because of love and concern for the poor baby bird", I know. I can only imagine how confused Meteion would be, haha. "I brought you here to feel despair, what is THAT?????? I'm failing so bad at my job?????" XD

...yes I also would absolutely grab "my" Meteion as a companion after all is said and done and take her on a journey to explore the beautiful Etheirys, as beautiful as ever. Thus, in a way, fulfilling Hermes's wish for her - to learn to walk, to run, to travel and meet many people, albeit not in the outer worlds, but right here. I'm just feeling so normal about the baby bird. I NEED to hug and protect

Also lmfao. In a way, I kinda. Went "you call me a sword in the darkness, and I've ever tried to live up to that. But in truth, I'm but a healer, so. Thancred, please take the van this time, I know you've been rearing to. EVERYONE'S going home today" before The Dead Ends

...and after the Endsinger trial, I keep chuckling to myself that a teleport half a second away from activation would drop on my head from sheer desire to Get Away From THAT GUY (Zenos). Or I'd be so fucken furious about "don't you FUCKING dare say I'm just like you, you stalker creep with unhealthy obsessions" and yeet a spell, a Carbuncle and maybe even myself into him, all at once. Depending on how angry I'd get, hahah. I'm. Not at that point yet, but if I kept going yesterday, I'd have been furious

Zenos makes me annoyed in the "this fucking guy AGAIN, just leave me alone, go die in a ditch without my involvement" way. Which places him way under the arcanists' Actual Guildmaster whom I'd turn into meat paste with my own bare hands, and even under the list of Most Puntable Lalas. I just want a restraining order and some way it'd actually restrain Zenos from showing up. I'm just TIRED and want to be left alone. If Y'shtola called him my number one fan as a joke, I'd probably cry in defeat.

Idk I'm just feeling very powerless because I can't avoid that damn instance just because it features the guy of Please Just Leave Me Alone. I deserve a cat cuddle pile back on the ship as we are travelling back home, not. This

...can you tell that I'm barely awake and extra groggy??

[scarred-serafina-fan]

My origin story

So on Christmas day in 2015, I opened a box my mom handed me and it was full of books. In that stack of books, I picked up one with the silhouette of a girl on the front. I was not really interested when I picked it up but my mom started telling me about how much I was gonna love it and that she already read it and it was based in the Biltmore house in Ashville. Only then did I recognize the house on the cover. I wasn't convinced yet but decided I would give it a chance.

Later that night when I couldn't sleep I pulled out my new stack of books and decided to try a chapter figuring I wouldn't care to read anymore then that boy was I wrong lol I stayed up forever reading it and never put it down until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore

A few months past and my mom sees a book signing event for the new book and I was ecstatic she drove me all the way to ashville with my grandma and I got to meet robert beatty for the first time this was the first time I'd ever met a author of a book I've read (and he's still the only author I've met) he was really nice to me and I got my copy signed and they gave me a bookmark and a copy of the first two chapters of the new book! (It was not supposed to be out for another two days I think it was anyway it wasn't out yet) so I went home and excitedly read the two chapters and was freaking out it had totally hooked me

Eventually the book did come out and I excitedly read all the way until the staircase scene in one day when I then read the words "she raises her finger towards me" and I literally screamed and slammed I book shut and almost threw it across the room and then proceeded to run into the living room screaming at my mom I was never going to pick up that book again because they killed off Gideon and rowena was a piece of trash that annoyed me so much I hated her (my opinions at the time I do not share them anymore lol)

Anyways my mom read the book since I was "done" with it and came back to me to tell me that Gideon wasn't dead and I needed to continue reading lol a few more months past and they announced the splintered heart and I decided I'd finally suck up the trauma of the staircase chapter and continue reading and I was so mad at myself for waiting because I was so excited for the 3rd book again

My mom took me to the book signing again and this time they had moved it to the Barnes and Nobel they are always at since and since it was so much bigger it wasn't as crowded and they had more things there including selling the book 2 days early (that's right I got to read it 2 days before everyone else lol) he was super nice again and again I LOVED it it actually became my favorite book in the series and still is I was so thankful that my mom talked me into picking the series back up

Willa came out and again I went to the book signing and got the book 2 days early (they also had a special willa flavored ice cream which I'm still obsessed with since they have sold it at every book signing since) I enjoyed it but it was probably still my least favorite out of the 4 books (or second to least considering I was still very much traumatized by twisted staff still lol)

Book 4 came out and same as usual went to the book signing had a fun time loved the book but.... I was now in the summer of the worst year of my life the dreaded year 13 XD I actually ended up in a depression and was dealing with a lot and wasn't reading as much serafina just sat on my closet shelf collecting dust until 2021 when he finally released willa of dark hollow and despite still not being able to find the energy to read I bought the book and hood from the king raven trilogy by stephan r lawhead with the hope it would get me back info reading again and despite having a hard time getting back into willa I did binge read hood and it reignited my love for reading again even if I was much slower at it then before and I decided to start rereading the series again and I still re-read and fall in love with the books all over again on occasion it's a obsession I've never been able to kick and probably never will <3

Course then he released the graphic novel and had the first book signing since 2019 I was so excited I dragged my mom back to ashville with me again and we stood in line for me to get willa of dark hollow signed (the graphics novel was presigned smart ngl) and when I looked at the card they always gave us to put down a message for him I decided to tell him about how he had affected my writing because when I first started writing I picked up his books to analyze how he did it and build up from there and I go up there I hand him the card he glances at it and starts to actually read and looks up to me and smiled and says "so your a writer" and I swear yall I was about to fangirl so hard me and him had never had a real convo before because I get my book signed take a photo and move on that's how those things work but he just started asking about what I write and stuff and it was quick cause I had to get out of line so the next person could meet him (she was so sweet ngl I loved her I would love to meet her again ngl) but he was so encouraging!

Then I started posting on tumblr and decided I was gonna make a fandom myself if no one else was gonna do it lol and I met all yall and it's been great! That's my story and I hope it continues on as he releases more books!

[polarisbibliotheque]

Updating by writing you guys this huge post. I mean it, it's really long xD

Heeey-ho!

I know, I know, I couldn't keep my Halloween promise T-T

Tha Halloween gods are now shouting at me "HOW COULD YOU?!"

Die Halloween gods, slowly coming after me - black and white edition

As it has happened before, I'll be posting both Dante and Vergil's part during november. I'm still working on them, so it might take a while. Do apologise.

They will be here, just with a little delay. I do think Halloween should last more than just a few days, so screw it, until Christmas, it's still legal to celebrate Halloween at the Bibliothéque \o/

Now, now, for those who don't like too much talking, I'll be explaining a little bit below why I'm taking so long. Feel free to skip it if you don't want to read it, no worries ;)

(There's a "conclusion and TL;DR for those who don't want to read this whole novel" in pink down there if you want to scroll down to that point!)

As *not* expected, my health took a crazy downturn. I know I say it all the time, but hell, I've no idea what gives this time. I literally stopped everything. I spend most of the day in pain and the rest of it sleeping. That's it.

I have an appointment with my doctor next week, but I'm not too much hopeful. Last exams showed I have two ulcers - which means scarring and bleeding in the stomach - that can be literally anything.

Not gonna lie, I'm pretty worried it can be something worse than I was expecting, although it never even appeared to exist before, but well... My anxiety isn't exactly logic.

Secondly, as you guys might not know, I'm graduated in Law, worked as a lawyer for 5+ years before having a burnout and all those health issues (yeah, yeah, don't do what I've done, all that sort of thing). But something you don't know, and honestly probably only my close family knows and cares about, is that my graduation thesis was "The Conflict of Israel x Palestine and International Law".

I researched it for 3 years before defending my thesis, got a college prize for it, the professor who mentored me made a huge speech on how I proved "we women can do it on academia and research" and that my work was really nice. I'm not saying all this 'cause I'm boasting, I'm just saying I know what I'm talking about (because you know, who has never met a man who thinks their opinion is better than yours "just because" while you have a fucking huge CV on research and graduated with honors on the same matter but, somehow, you can't beat the opinion he just pulls out of his ass?).

All of this to say, I'm devastated by what's going on. This is more than politics to me. This was my thing, you know? I had a dream, stupid ~promising young woman~ dream of doing something with my intelligence to actually help people. To actually stop massacres of happening. I wanted to work at the UN, I wanted to speak with world leaders, to show people how much I can research and how much basic human rights matter so horrid things cannot happen ever again.

When the war broke and the bombings started, I followed the news. And then the news weren't reliable anymore. I started digging to find the truth - and hells, the truth is ugly and bloody. I think that's when all those last shards of dreams came crashing down. I thought I could do something, you know? Actually do something. But in the end, my parents were broke, I had to work to help at home, I kept sending my CV to the UN but I was never enough, and I just wasted my energy and health under the boots of someone who had more power and influence than me to break me and kill my career before it even started.

I felt so horribly powerless. So horribly broken. It seems stupid, but everything that is going on out there fells personal to me, I have history with it. And it broke me. Completely. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't force myself to at least watch the horrible things going on and try to like/share so the algorithm can make it reach other people.

That's all I can do.

You know, I have a lot of Vergil in me. For the things I wrote, I think you all can see I have a thing of "I never want to feel pain again and I want power so no one can never hurt me again" - that's why I think I want to kick his ass every time I see this fucking man being so emotionally constipated and ruthless because of his trauma. It's a way to protect himself, burning every path so he never feels powerless again - and I guess we all HATE to see the parts of our own personalities we hate the most in someone elese

So yeah. I know things took a dark turn on this one, but I decided to be honest with you guys - since I'm owing so many updates: the 2 Halloween fics, Nemesis and Survivor's Blood. I'm not really well currently, and only the gods know how much effort I'm making to keep it together... At least a little bit.

Physically, I'm like V. And I'm not even trying to be funny, every time I see that lil' goth twink I want to yeet him away because, hell, I'm MAD I see myself in him (mind you, I used to be more on Dante's side of the fitness spectre xD) - and not only regarding fitness, but tiredness. Falling apart. It's so... Harrowing. I think that's the word that fits the feeling better.

Mentally, I'm Vergil. I don't want to, I want to beat him with a stick, I want to yell at his face and kick his stupid ass, but damn. I get it. That crippling fear of not wanting to feel powerless again, to have people abuse you? The feeling you're trapped in your own body? The "feelings bring only pain and suffering"? The terrifying dread of discovering you failed at everything even with all your talents and never wanting to admit it? Check all of those. I hate you Vergil, but I get you.

I'm trying, though. I use writing as a coping mechanism and as a way to resolve many things mentally, but the last months have felt SO overwhelming I went back to my paralysed state of not being able to do anything and running away from things that remind me of all THAT.

You guys might be alarmed, but there's no reason to be, though. This is a ~moment~ I'm going through and I just need to sort it all out. I'm starting to get some warning signs of numbness, vivid nightmares of past issues, the paralysis, avoidance - but I've been there before. I just haven't figured out a way to pull myself together and I don't even remember how I did that once, so it might take me some time.

I don't know why, I had some sort of weird ~boost~ while thinking in the shower today, and I might know how to give the small steps to start getting back on track and gaining that momentum I need. This weekend I had to convince my mom to celebrate her birthday 'cause she's my Samwise Gamgee carrying me up Mount Doom and she wasn't in a mood to do so - therefore on monday, I have some things in mind to discuss with her and, hopefully, things will slowly go back to their place.

Conclusion and TL;DR for those who don't want to read this whole novel hahaha

THAT BEING SAID: I'm really sorry I can't deliver everything I wanted to you, guys. I didn't expect life to get so much more fucked up than it already was, but here we are. I just have to get used to the new pace of things, but it might take a while. My output of writing will be slow, but hey, after I can get out of that paralysis phase, I'll probably be writing more and posting more - 'cause I really, really love this. With all my heart.

(also, if you people see me active on my drawing thing, posting a bunch of things, it's 'cause I'm finally getting to look at all the art I've done but never posted and actually updating it and putting my art blog to some use I haven't in a while - I won't be creating new stuff. All old stuff I procrastinated as HELL and those will be some of my small steps to get out of this rut)

Now, as a last thing, I intend to use a video from a guy I always watch on youtube as some sort of guiding light in these trying times hahahaha but seriously, he has some really sound advice and he is so down to earth. Maybe someone who's going through some fucked up times can use his advice as well and unfuck their life too :)

That's it. I felt like I needed some raw honesty today. Like I said, small steps. This is part of it hahahaha

I hope you guys understand. There's nothing I love more than writing, creating something for people - and all of this, everyone I met here and every single person that uses their time, which is the most precious thing we have, to read something I wrote gives me the greatest gift I can be given. You guys have no idea how much I appreciate you and how much I don't want to disappoint you.

So thank you. I will work slowly and I will need some time to get my shit together, but I'll always be here. I'll update everything I need and won't leave you hanging but you know... It's like Dracula Daily. It starts in April and finishes by the end of the year, taking time to put the letters together.

Aaaaand, if you read Lord of the Rings, the whole adventure takes a year. We are very much conditioned to be given content constantly to keep algorithms happy, but I do have a view that humans (and art for that matter) can't keep up with being content.

Zygmunt Bauman said we live in liquid times, and made the theory that everything is liquid nowadays (for people who like sociology and philosophy, I highly recommend his books, I love him with all my heart), so we're not really used to things that are a little more... Constant. Earthy, perhaps. Slow, stable, never leaving.

I try my best to be like that, not like a liquid, inconstant, fleeting presence. I want the things I do to be part of something that will stay, and I like being someone that stays - and doesn't just flow away because everything has to be fast and ever moving nowadays. The Bibliothéque is to be like that, I think, a place that no matter what, you can come back after ten months and you'll still find me here, drinking some tea and writing stuff. And I'll be happy to see you again, for as much as you can or would like to stay :)

kinda like Dante in his lil' shop :')

That's it. Thank you for reading me mumbling nonsensically in order to tell you I will keep updating my fanfiction, even if at a slow pace HAHAHAHAHAHA

Hope you guys have a fine weekend and a good next week! I'll be always lurking around, but the creation process will be a bit slow.

Will still be here to mumble randomly about DMC and scream random things in the void though :D

*me getting ready to tackle life for the next months, going like "still heeeeeeeeere bitch!!"*

***

And I'd like to add that I searched for "Obi Wan" on GIFs to find some sassy defying mood too add here and one of the first hits was this:

I'll leave you guys on this note 'cause I'm still wheezing about it, it's so friggin' on point I can't EVEN

[callmemerry00]

Was anybody going to tell me that Onikiri had an official theme song or was I just supposed to discover this by accident while browsing the discography list on wiki? xD

I couldn't find an English translation of the lyrics anywhere so I decided to give it a go myself and share it in case other fans were curious too (and starving):

Title: 紅き剣先 (The crimson tip of the sword) Singer: 96Neko

I savored the fine wine that is justice

And it seeped into my colorless memories,

Weaving a life free of impurities.

Yearning for your beautiful back,

I believed that the joy of trusting you

Was the future.

Bathed in hateful beliefs,

What did the crimson tip of the sword denote?

I lived without knowing

The demon I should pierce through.

I loathe you (myself) so much

That even the times I feel ashamed

Are regrettable.

My memories keep getting muddy,

Sorrow and anger intermingle,

I know I’m not myself anymore.

There is no more hesitation here,

I’m willing to give my life

And submit to the resolve before my eyes.

Swathed in anger that should be resisted,

I thrust the crimson tip of the sword.

I ached for fresh blood

That urge will retaliate against

All that I detest

At the cost of my life.

I don’t know the demon I should pierce through

I will just paint over those deceitful days

With blood.

Isn’t that what loyalty is all about?

My hatred and my earnest desire

Drive me crazy.

I will make you regret

All of your lies

At the cost of my life.

[sunsetsushiii]

hihi!! I'm the anon who asked for gawa lifting chuuya (sorry for the late answer, I only saw it now dhajsndk) and!! since u asked for some prompts 🫡

- if u want the focus to be on rashomon, maybe u could draw her scruffing chuuya by the back of his coat (like a mother cat would do to its baby?), or chuuya using rashomon like some sort of spring rider while akutagawa humours him XD

- if u want the focus to be on chuuaku alone, maybe gawa carrying chuuya on his back (post corruption angst? 👁️), or akutagawa leaving a pub with a drunk chuuya clinging to him like a koala (I think it's called embrace carrying?)

still on the drunk chuuya topic, maybe even gawa lifting him from behind by the shoulders to prevent chuuya from throwing fists with someone who was being an asshole (alas, akutagawa forgot that chuuya has legs and that the asshole in question was close enough to be kicked) (the police was called) (rashomon had to restrain chuuya so gawa could savely run away with a human potato bag over his shoulder) (??? what am I even writing anymore)

SORRY FOR YAPPING UEUE anyway. idk if u wanted refs, but just in case: (I don't know how to attach pics, so I'm leaving links D: sorry)

piggy back:

https://pin.it/bDBYkktT9

https://pin.it/3742jujcP

embrace carry (?):

https://pin.it/19ZiEGD21

https://pin.it/2eLhqATLF

(closest ones I could find djejskd)

I think that's all? couldn't find many refs

sorry for the long text :') and!! I don't want to make u feel forced to draw anything, so take it more as a suggestion than a request!!

anyway, thank u for the attention + take care + drink water + I love /ALL/ of ur art a /LOT/ + may art block never, ever hit u again 🙏

adios (｡･ω･)ﾉﾞ

UWAAAAAAAAHWAAAAAHHH *SHITTING TEARS*

I'm so sorry to keep you waiting anon-san! It's just that I was in my artblock, and I can't find myself drawing anything (plus I'm busy chuuaku RP with a friend atm..) but please, you're so SWEET!!

Of course! I'll try my best to draw them for you again.. thank you for your support anon-san...

You can take this Chuuaku doodles for now.. (Basically what I got from the RP)

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I won't overwork myself, thanks for your support again 🥹.

[blackjackkent]

The fight with Oliver's shadowy protectors was pretty funny. Rakha was immediately put to sleep round one by "Mummy's Lullaby" and then slept through the entire fight while Minthara divine-smited all of the shadows and obliterated them with radiant damage.

Oliver is very unhappy about it all. He scrabbles away back up against the structure at the center of the courtyard and scowls as Rakha draws close to him again. "Why couldn't you just leave me alone?!" he wails. "Why can't I just stay here, playing? I had everything I've ever wanted right here, and you've ruined it!" He clenches his small fists at his sides, staring at her, sizing up the possibility of lashing out. "I'm not leaving! You can't make me!"

Rakha looks back at him steadily. All else being equal, she would be happy to leave this strange child-shaped creature to his games and focus on her own concerns. But she can't, because the curse exists because Oliver does.

"You don't have to leave. All you have to do is lend Thaniel your strength," she says. It takes all the strength in her to keep her voice calm and patient.

"He's nothing to me," Oliver says harshly. "He left me here, all this time. I had to do everything for myself! Even when it was scary! Even when I was alone. I didn't give up."

Pain bleeds through the anger in his voice. Underneath the rage of the spirit of the land is a frightened, lost boy whose identity has been ripped away.

She wonders, abruptly, if he too feels the ripping pain of the corruption in the magic around them. If he is the spirit of the land, then the magic which Jaheira and Halsin draw upon must be tied up in him. Does it hurt him as it does her?

Abruptly she crouches down to the boy's height, meeting his narrow, glowing eyes. "Nobody's to blame here," she says quietly. "The curse tore you two apart. Now you can be reunited."

Help me, boy. Help me for once fix something that is broken...

Oliver's gaze drops and some of the rebellious tension goes out of his shoulders. "But would he even want me back?" he mutters. "I've changed. A lot."

Rakha hesitates. She looks up towards Wyll in a mute plea for guidance; she remembers him working with the children at the grove. Perhaps he knows what to say. But he just shrugs and gives her a slight smile and a gentle gesture with one hand. Go on.

She considers a long moment before speaking again. "Of course he will," she finally says slowly. "You're bound to each other. Always."

She doesn't think she is lying. Halsin said these boys are two parts of one whole. It is a manifestation of magic that she does not quite understand - but she trusts Halsin. She believes him when he says this is the way to fix this place.

Oliver thinks this over very carefully. Then he nods with the hint of a smile. "So I wouldn't have to be alone anymore? He'd stay with me? Play with me?"

Rakha nods very slightly, and the boy's eyes light with sudden energy. "I'd like that. And he would too, I think. All right. I'll do it." His shoulders square with sudden determination. "I *want* to do it!"

Without warning and to Rakha's extreme surprise, he darts forward and throws his arms around her shoulders. The curse is on his clothes and on his skin and it burns where he touches her, but his grip is fierce and she is so surprised that she lets it happen, a brief brisk embrace from the corrupted Weave itself.(*)

Then it is over, and the boy draws back. He looks almost shy as he spreads his arms and a glow of lighter green light begins to spread through his body and out of his eyes.

"Bye," he whispers. "And thank you for playing with me."

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(*) Artistic license. XD

[aqlthoughts]

manifestation journal entry #1

fair warning, this is a long post and a very rambly one at that.

i was recently introduced to the sedona method by some members of the loa community on discord. from what i've gathered, the method is supposed to essentially help us learn to let go and just be. this is something that i have been struggling with since i've started to consciously apply the law. i just can't seem to let go with the bigger things that i want to call into my life. i want to be able to though. i don't want to wake up anxious anymore. i've started reading the book by hale dwoskin to see if i can reach a better understanding of my own limiting beliefs and negative emotions surrounding my manifestations.

i feel like i had a mini ah-ha moment since i started reading it last night. i woke up early this morning and couldn't fall back asleep, so i decided to read the next section of the first chapter where it talks about diving deeper into whatever negative emotion we're experiencing. to dive deep until we reach peace. reading the book actually made me feel sleepier xD so i did end up putting it down to sleep for a little bit more, maybe around 30 minutes.

i do believe that dreams can potentially reveal a limiting belief that you're holding onto. that is what happened in this case, in my opinion. to give a little backstory, one of the things i'm manifesting is a stable and healthy relationship with my boyfriend. we're currently no contact after a situation. we're not broken up, but we just haven't been talking at all while we take time to ourselves. this has been a sore spot for me for the past almost two months. by the way, if anyone has any advice for dealing with no contact situations, i'd greatly appreciate it because it does hurt a little to log onto discord to talk to my friends and not see anything from him.

i've been having trouble with detaching from this. it feels as if my thoughts keep coming back to this and i occasionally feel a wave of anxiety over it. i've mostly gotten over the feeling of having to do something for it. yet, i still struggle with detaching entirely. what i dreamt of after reading a little about the sedona method revealed what was holding me back. it was a limiting belief imposed on me by my mother. according to her, 25 is much too old to not be married. on top of that, i've been dating my boyfriend for eight years now (although she thinks it's only been five). to her, it's too late for me to start over with someone else.

that dream made me see that this is something i believed in and the reason for why i was holding on so tightly to this manifestation. instead of detaching from it because i know that i already have it in the 4D and that the 3D ALWAYS follows the 4D, i was holding onto it as if it could give me some semblance of control. at the root of it, i felt like loosening my hold would lead to loss. i would lose him and no one would want me because i'm too old. girl, that's so dumb! i shouldn't be holding onto my boyfriend because i have this silly belief that i'm too old to find love after him. i'm only 25 and this is the united states. most of my peers aren't any closer to marriage than i am. hell, i have friends who haven't even ever had relationships. if i chose, i could always find someone else. it's not impossible. i'm not too old. it's also not necessary for me to be married right now. the thing is that that's not even what i want. i don't want to be married right now.

with this knowledge, i'm slowly relinquishing my hold on the manifestation and allowing myself to just be. i am letting go of the assumption that it's much too late for me to start over and be in a relationship with someone else. now, it doesn't mean that i'm no longer assuming a state that my boyfriend and i are in a better relationship. it just means that i'm not going to work myself into a bundle of nerves and stressing about what i'm doing for that manifestation. it's just being. if i were in that state, i wouldn't be stressing over whether i'm too old to find someone else or that i should be married by now when i don't even want it.

this wasn't quite what the sedona method taught. i haven't quite reached that peace that the book talked about, but it's a start. i also know that there's a chance this doesn't make any sense to anyone else but what matters is that it does to me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

if you read this far, thank you! i've heard about the law of assumption years ago, but never really practiced it. i did a shoddy attempt at conscious manifestation about a year ago by only binging youtube videos and tiktoks. i finally got to reading source material like neville goddard a month ago. i've recently decided it's time to ACTUALLY put it to the test instead of just consuming information every day and not doing anything but wait. if any of you would like to become friends or want to talk to someone about the law, don't be afraid to reach out! i'd love to get to know more people who practice the law of assumption.

[marinerainbow]

I have more prompts if you want them! ^^

Tiffany looked at you and she couldn't help, for that moment at least, picturing what it might be like if she was your wife- rather then Chucky's... it'd be nice, she thinks.

This killer seemed to be... eccentric... you'd admit, but suddenly it seemed like he was serenading you specifically!!? (The Driller Killer)

Come on boss just tell us, Wheezy grumbled, while Psycho giggled highly and nodded his head like yes please yes please yes please! and Greasy and Stupid harassed him in their own irritating ways... all in the name of makin' him tell them which one of them was his 'favourite'... until Smartass caught sight of a certain rabbit sittin' on the couch mindin' her own damn business, not bothering him at all... and he shrugged- 'Its Poppy, numbsculls, she's my favourite'.

Harper was sure you would be just like the rest of his targets had been, he wasn't expecting aaaaanything outta the ordinary- but then when he asked you to take a walk with him you shrugged and pulled your hand right outta his with a bright smile, said 'Oh no thanks! I think I'll take the mayor up on his offer to tour the town! Thanks, though!', winked and turned away from him... Harper did not know what to do with himself anymore.

Omg more amazing prompts!!! Thank you! All my F/O's are here, and more Poppy!!!

This is my first time writing for Tiff and DK, so hopefully it goes well ^^

And, Harper being stood up for Mayor Buckman? This toootally isn't self-indulgent, is it? 😏 XD

This time, I am going to do my damndest to keep it to five paragraphs. Even if it leaves the blurbs unfinished... That's probably what I should have been doing from the beginning, but i couldn't stop myself the other times XD

You notice your friend looking your way, and tilt your head away from the dishes and towards her- and try to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat when you saw the way she was looking at you, "What?

"Oh- Uh... Nothing." She said before shaking her head and turning back to putting away the leftovers, "Just... Thinking."

"C'mon, Tiff. You and I both know that's not your 'nothing' face." You gently pressed as you put the scrubber down and fully turned around to face your friend, "Honey, come on. Talk to me."

That. That right there. That was exactly why Tiffany was wondering about what life with you would be like; unlike Chucky, you were actually around. Chucky right now, lord knows where he was- what plane of reality he was even in with how often he died and came back. But you? Even when she had turned to a more morbid lifestyle, you stuck around. You stuck around even after she became a doll, you stuck around even after she became a single mother of the killers' children, and you stuck around now, helping her with her twins and taking care of them as your own and caring for her like... Like an actual spouse would.

But, she was still married to Chucky; a part of her still loved him, even after all their psychotic fights and him trying to kill her, not to mention that he might try to hurt you just to get to her... But every day, she found herself caring about all that just a little bit less than she did yesterday... "I'm just tired, sweet face. Let's finish up and head to bed, yeah?"

~

You had been terrified, just like all these other people had been- before they died- but now you were just confused; was... Was this guy seriously trying to sing you a tune after killing your friends right in front of you???

"Aw, c'mon Pussycat! Why the long face?" The... Guy, if you can even call him that, asked in a teasing tone as he took the chance to shimmy- yes, shimmy- on closer to you, "No one ever put on a show for you, huh?"

... Ok, so you were right; this fucker was a nutter.

"You just killed my friends in cold blood, and now you're pulling a Romeo?" All of the fear you felt before was gone now, as you stared deadpan at the guitarist. He didn't think this was going to work, right?

"Yeah, I did do that, didn't I? Hehe..." The killer chuckled, before placing one hand on his leather-clad hip, and the other on the wall behind you- where did his guitar go? Didn't he just have that? That wasn't another power of his, was it? "But it's working, ain't it~?"

~

All four weasels and the rabbit all looked shocked in their own ways, while Smartass just waved a dismissal hand to his boogle, "'Ya happy now? You got 'yer answer."

"But... I-I'm not your employee?" Poppy replied, the first time she had spoken up this whole time, "I just-"

"Not officiantly," Smartass said simply, ignoring everyone's shocked faces, "But your pretty useful 'round here. And you know how to keep quiet." This time he did send a glare to the others; Wheezy and Greasy just scoffed and Psycho giggled.

Stupid, however, scratched his head in confusion while glancing to an equally confused Poppy, before asking out loud, "But... She doesn't work with us, she's just nice... Oh! Is she your favorite because she's sweet-"

"ALRIGHT! Shuddup!" The mobster shouted, no longer keeping the casual act and startling the rabbit in question- and causing the others to grow more suspicious, "Don't you maroons have anywhere else better 'ta be!? Get off my case!"

~

No, this... This wasn't happening, right? You had to be lying, Buckman never interfered with jobs, only assigned them!

"Are you certain, Miss Y/N?" Harper asked as sweetly as he could as he caught up with you, still keeping the gentleman facade up, "I mean, Buckman is quite busy, making sure the jubilee is as perfect as can be; you certain I can't-"

"Ah! Y/N! There you are!" A very familiar voice called out from your left, the source briskly walking right up to you and Harper before taking your arm, "Sorry about that, darlin'. Boone and I had plenty of business to discuss. I hope I didn't keep you waiting?"

You giggled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear; the very action that Harper recognized very easily for what it was- and it wasn't directed at him for once, "Not at all! I'm just happy to have you now."

Thank you so much! I love all of these! I hope you like them too ^^

"Oh, you little minx!" The mayor chuckled as the two of you walked away together, leaving an extremely dumbfounded Harper behind to comprehend that he lost his job, and his own boss was the one that took it.

[trashyswitch]

Oooooookay Pocket. Light anon again.

You wanna know how I wrote a tickle scene in a story without saying the word tickle? Well i'll tell you how. It was probabily more embassing that if i did put the word but hey the fanfic died with my old account so at this point it doesn't matter.

I made the character threat that if another charcater didn't say sorry right then and there that she would replace the "A" in tackle with an "I". The charcater recieving the threat was already tackled to the ground sooo it worked. I think. Kinda. I DIDN'T WANT TO WRITE THAT WORD OKAY? I don't know why but i didn't. So yeah i just used the word tackle as a base to sneak that word in. P.S not that you need to know buuuuuut the threat didn't work. Buuuuuut the lee in this situation didn't want their secret to be out like that soo they quickily apologized before they couldn't keep it in anymore.

Annnnnd thats how to write a tickle scene without useing the word tickle.

-Cya whenever

Oh my god THAT’S GENIUS! SO SMART!

I gotta think of a way to use that one day…but for now, I’m used to saying the T-Word. I actually…find that writing the word tickle in the fics, seemed to help me get better at both writing and saying the word. Though occasionally, I’ll get butterflies in my stomach when I hear myself saying it. XD