#i need to write the next installment asap

[jekacatrina]

hi i was re reading here here (again, for abt the bazillion time) and now im losing it jeka what have you done i was on a high from all the encouragement from shouto all might and literally everyone, and and the confession happened AND IM NOT OKAY you did not pull your punches with that scene cause when THAT happened, i felt like someone bitch slapped ME like wtf WHY im so unwell, im shaking hold me still pls, like i need to go on a walk to calm myself its not that serious BUT IT IS, WDYM, IM NOT MAD AT DEKU BUT BB WHAT DID YOU DO(TBF I WOULD BE THE SAME IF NOT WORSE, IF I WERE IN HIS PLACE BUT WHAT) have i told you just how much i loved your writing because fr, the wittiness and charisma of the characters, the brilliant action scenes, the tenderness, the love istg, the way you write katsuki, no joke, i was swooning over him during the interview part (and many other scenes but cant out myself too much ykwim ajjajaj) you just never miss jeka, your writing will Always have me in a chokehold hope all's well with you <33 sorry i just Had to come scream-text to you, like i just couldn't not do it

Oh my God, Rebe! Stop! You're so kind!

It's so mind-blowing to me whenever someone tells me not only that they read my work, but that they reread it?! Constantly?! Like??? WHAT??!

Funny story about the confession scene: I finished writing that chapter on a sunday night, and I sent it to one of my best friends. She said it was amazing, but she had a suggestion: She felt like there was something missing between Bakugou's confession and Midoriya's reaction. I've always been good with suggestions, as long as they come from someone I respect, so I took a look at the scene and wrote this two paragraphs in a frenzy:

"They had known each other for as long as he remembered. Katsuki was familiarized with how Deku looked when he was happy, excited, sad, angry, nervous or scared. So many years of watching those beloved eyes had made him capable of reading them like a book. He could see how his brain was going crazy trying to process the grenade Katsuki had dropped between them.

Katsuki could hear the music back in the party and the distant sound of chattering and laughter from the rest. Still, Deku and he were trapped in their own world, both frozen in a moment that stretched more and more with each second in total silence, trying to piece themselves back together after the blast of his confession had created an abyss between them."

I sent it back to her almost immediately, with a "How about now? Does it flow better?!" And she went: "Why would you hurt me this way?! I was expecting a line or something! Not this!"

It's one of my proudest moments akdjakdns

I will forever love Here Here, and I'm so happy it can bring as much joy to others as it brings me.

Thank you for your words, Rebe, this made my entire year 💚🤎

[sasslett]

and so the day is finally upon us - the FFXIVSwap name draw! The partners have been determined, and I will be messaging you over the next day with your recipient!

REMEMBER - this is a secret Santa-style gift swap! The person who you'll be making a gift for will NOT be the person who makes a gift for you!

When you get your message, please 1. Respond to it to let us know you got it, and 2. Reach out to your recipient to gather any OC info you'll need!

If you're unable to participate, please let us know ASAP so we can reassign your partner. And if you don't respond to our initial message with your pairing within 5 days, I'll assume you're no longer able to participate and reassign both your gifter and recipient - no gaming the system! This is a swap to do something nice for other people, not to be selfish and mean.

If you have any communication issues with your recipient, please let one of us know and we'll help you handle it, or even reassign you if need be.

And, as always, remember the rules!

Be kind - everyone has different levels of skill, but we're all doing this out of the goodness of our hearts to enthuse about each other's OCs.

Communicate! I'll be checking up to make sure everyone has heard from their partners. If you don't at least reach out, there's a good chance you may be removed from the swap for being seen as inactive/absent. If you need info from your partner, ask!

No being mean, making fun of others' OCs or creations or anything of the sort. If we learn that you've done such, you will be removed and your partners reassigned.

Have your OC info in a convenient form to share with your gifter! Don't make them have to read 30k words of a fic or trudge through a tumblr tag. Have a concise set of info ready to go - and remember, the more thorough you are, the better your partner can make something for you!

There's no time limit for the gifts, as everyone has different speeds and different things happening in their lives, but do try to communicate an idea of your time table. We'll be reaching out to anyone who hasn't finished their gifts in about one month, just to check in and keep track.

Remember that not everyone uses mods, and if you use mods for your character, your partner may not have those same mods/may not be willing to install mods for you. No harassing people about using/not using mods - if I find that you have, you'll be removed from the swap and your partners will be reassigned.

Only one OC per gift, UNLESS you have discussed this with your gifter and they have agreed to do multiple! More OCs are more work.

There are no rules on what the gift can be, so long as you put your heart and effort into it. Gpose, writing, art, whatever it may be!

Use the tag #ffxivswap to share your creations, so we can all enjoy them!

As always, if you have any issues, please reach out to me and I'll sort it out. At the end of the day, everyone who gives a gift will receive a gift, we won't leave anyone high and dry. Let's all have fun and celebrate each others' OCs and creations! Remember, we're doing this for the love of the community and the game, and by the Twelve, do not make me regret this.

[genericpuff]

in this week's episode of "sometimes life really goes for the balls"-

so last week was a nice little break from working on Rekindled, and my PLAN was to 1.) chill from working on comics for a lil' bit, and 2.) prep sketches for future episodes (I'm currently about 5 episodes ahead when it comes to storyboards)

but then i got sick ( : so the first half of my week off was wiped out by being stuck in bed

THANKFULLY it wasn't covid, just a nasty cold, but i've still got a bit of a cough that acts up 1-2 times a day

but w/e, i'm feeling better and it's time to work on the next batch of episodes-

and my tablet has stopped working.

the screen still functions fine, there isn't any problems when it comes to the display, it's just the tablet pen itself that isn't registering. I've tried uninstalling the driver and re-installing it, nothing. I've managed to jerry rig it back into working a couple times just by swapping the USB cable around but today i haven't been able to get it functioning at all, the device connection is just dead.

the irony is that banshriek was literally just dealing with tablet issues a few weeks ago that required them to replace the entire thing, so of course whatever force is at play here was gonna come for me next

i'm hoping it's just the USB part of the cable, i'm like 99% certain it's that because it doesn't work when i plug it into anthony's laptop and Windows keeps popping up the "a USB device has malfunctioned" prompt (and the few times i've been able to get it reconnected, the pen and screen have worked fine, it's literally just the USB portion of the cable).

unfortunately because it's a display tablet, i can't just use a different USB, it's a whole system of cables made up of a power cable, HDMI, and USB, so i ordered a new cable.

it's apparently not going to show up until the 8th/9th.

so this means no episode this week either, it'll be up September 16th instead. I'm really frustrated by that because I was really excited to get into the next few episodes and I really, REALLY don't like going back on my word. I'm really sorry if this is disappointing to hear. I'm incredibly annoyed by this whole situation, my tablet couldn't have chosen a worse time to shit itself (literally why couldn't it have malfunctioned last week when there wasn't gonna be an episode anyways ffs), but I know there's nothing really that can be done beyond replacing the cable and hoping that solves the issue. Shit just happens sometimes and I'm trying to be okay with that.

So I'm gonna be spending this week just getting back to asks in my inbox, writing up LO critical stuff, maybe I'll put out some pencil sketches. Might also try and script out the rest of S1 (hint hint).

I'm so sorry again for the inconvenience, thank you all so much for your patience. This has my brain firing in all directions right now and it's not being kind to me. Please send good luck my way, I'm desperately hoping it's just the cable and I don't need to replace my entire tablet. If you have any fun asks, send them and I'll get back to them ASAP !!

[anachronisims]

simming goals 2024

it's been a good year back for me, and i'm ready to spend as much of 2024 simming as i can. thanks to those who've stuck with me through the hiatuses; to those whose encouragement, examples, and support have helped me grow as both a modder and a player; and to everyone who helped make the pink flashing survey circulate as widely as it did. this is a wonderful community and every day i am thankful to be part of it.

now, the goals!

the pink flashing survey report is still on track for a (mid-to-late) january release. i've done about as much coding and data validation as i can with the responses (thanks SO MUCH to everyone who was so receptive to my follow up DMs!) and there have been some promising tweaks and fixes and best practices coming out of the guinea pig testing group. we may not eradicate pink flashing forever but we can substantially work around it in most instances.

2. i'm collaborating with @cityof2morrow on a big traits expansion project, which you may already know something about if you saw the poll for the nudist icon. work is chugging along; all the new traits packages have been created and i've started on the actual modding work as of this week. take a peek at our planning spreadsheet if you want to see the scope of work. i have no firm estimate of when this will be out but i really want to use it in my new hood, and i really want to play kinda asap, so, asap.

3. playing in mount topazos. enough said. before that can happen i am going to

3b. finish paring down my downloads folder. i have like, just so much crap, including waaaaay more duplicates than i expected. currently this project means using my testing hood to open one catalogue section at a time, writing on a legal pad any object that needs to be cut or recatagorized/repriced. i've done windows, doors, deco paintings, and deco misc so far. i also packaged all my decorated MT lots, then faux-installed them in a desktop folder so i could see which cc is actually in use, allowing me to sequester items from bigger sets that aren't actively in use to a holding folder on my hard drive.

4. hunting update as part of the sun&moon team. honestly, this is long overdue. i made a prototype update of the huntable deer in 2021 and have hardly touched it since, and there's a lot more functionality we've been chatting about in that time. and i just need to buckle down and get on it. after the traits update is released that is absolutely my next priority.

5. that is it for goals. i think all of these are doable and achievable and honestly i really want to play and screenshot and share the mount topazos hood, so once i get the report and mod work out of the way that's really what i want my focus to be.

love and hugs and best wishes to everyone for their happiest, healthiest new year.

[thegreatcaptainusopp]

🍲 🍣🥮 for the fic writer’s ask game!

When did you start writing and why?

Writing fic? Bc I was reading Naruto fic and really enjoying it and wanted in on the action lmao. Naruto was both the first fic I’ve ever read and ever wrote.

What helps you focus or get in the mood to write?

Honestly stern self-talking tos that I need to get something finished ASAP so that people don’t have to wait for the next installment for too long. I just kind of have to decide “ok focus time right now”

Do you have any writing milestones you're working toward?

Nothing concrete I guess, but I always try to make sure that the next thing I write is always at least little bit better than the one that came before. Like I try to take the stuff I didn’t like from the previous thing I wrote and improve on them in the next thing.

Fic writer asks

[donteattheappleshook]

CS fics by @elizabeethan you must read!

Happy birthday @elizabeethan ! @snowbellewells and I had the same idea apparently but you deserve all the love for your fantastic stories on your birthday! 

Elizabeth have so many amazing, beautiful fics and so I’ve struggled to narrow it down to my absolute forever favorites. If you haven’t read one of them yet you’re missing out and you need to rectify that ASAP - your life will be better for it, trust me

The Sad Baker Killian series

Never More Than I Can Take 

holding my breath for you

From the Beginning 

What can I even say about this series - there aren’t even words. It’s the softest, most painful, hearbreakingly beautiful love story. Sad Killian is always one of my favorites but who knew that adding baker to that would just magnify it tenfold. Ugh this story is just - I can’t - just gfjdakvdsagl. Read it. 

Overboard  series

Ao3

Here we have a beautiful example of our lovely talented shipmate thinking she could get away with only writing us a oneshot of this breathtaking universe. And here we are 6 installments in and if you don’t think I would devour a hundred thousand more you’re wrong. I need this as a whole damn novel that just never ever ends. The sad silver Killian and damaged Emma, the way you’ve written the emotion and the love between these two, the way you created such a full and complete world which feels so real and beautiful while still keeping our favorite ship so true to their characters - I’m in awe. Sometimes I’ll just start thinking about this fic and sit there for a good long while in amazement at your talent. Did I mention I’m obsessed with this series already? Perfection.  

Watch the Sunlight Fade

UUUUGGGGHHHHHH this fic. It’s like you wrote everything I wished Sons of Anarchy had been and then multiplied the amazingness by a billion. This one is so so painful to read and so incredibly beautiful. Strap yourselves in for a hell of an angsty ride that will be 100% worth it. Prepare yourself to want to murder Neal like you never have before. Prepare yourself to want to give Killian a giant fucking hug and take care of him. The way you slow burned this fic too is just stunning too and I can’t even get my words to work right in saying how much I love this fic. Everyone needs to read it and give it the appreciation it deserves because WOW this story gives me life. 

Steal Away

So there’s obviously a pattern starting here of @elizabeethan hurts me to the deepest part of my soul and I thank her for it. I was obsessed with this fic from the moment you suggested the premise and honestly apart from Overboard which will forever be one of my all time favorite fics, this might be my favorite of yours. This fic starts as a robery gone wrong and then becomes something so much more than I ever expected or knew I needed. It had me crying, like ugly cry in public but don’t stop reading because you need to know what happens next, and then just feeling so many things that I couldn’t do anything but yell at you about it and then I think this one just renewed my belief in love because you wrote their characters and their story and their emotions so perfectly and everything feels so REAL and heartbreaking and then so so hopeful. This fic is a masterpiece and I would (have?) read it a million times over. 

Spaces Between Us

I remember this fic starting with “do you think people would be mad if...” and man I think that is how you need to approach everything you write forever lmao. Will it make them mad? I don’t know but it will absolutely make them rage at your horrible villains, want to cry for Emma and be begging you to let our babies have a torid affair and then maybe murder someone (disclaimer: there is no murder in this fic- but you’d consider it a reasonable choice if there were). You absolutely broke my heart with this story, poor Emma trapped in her relationship with Walsh, the second chance love story that felt so real that I was blown away. I’ve always found it hard to read those because I couldn’t get on board with my ship breaking up in the first place let alone how they’d end up together again but then you wrote this fic and I get it now. And you brought them together again in such a beautiful way with all the angst I could possibly handle. You write angst so well but you also have such a talent with bringing happiness and love and hope back to the story at the end of it all and this fic is a perfect example of that. 

Between the Morning and the Night

Finally I had to throw this hilarious little fic in. I swear I’d have listed every single one of your shorter fics - there were so many I loved and everyone should go read them all but I had to narrow it down for this list and I ahve to say that this might be my absolute favorite of your standalones. The premise is so fucking funny - Will noticing the scratches on Killian’s back and Killian in full blown panic about David finding out just who gave them to him - dead. Of course, beautiful, talented, amazing author that you are you gave us feels like you wouldn’t believe turning this funny little oneshot into a truly stunning piece of writing. I love this fic so much. Like just: 

“Good god, mate.”

He turns, surprise in his eyes when he faces his friend and colleague and is met with his shocked, horrified expression.

“What?”

He knows he’s red and sweaty after a workout, but it can’t be anything different from how he always looks when they return to the locker room.

“I mean, were you attacked?”

💀💀💀💀💀

Bless this fic and bless you for writing it

I hope you’ll all go and read the incredible fics that Slibby has written over the last couple years (she wrote 54 in like 2 years???? are you real though, girl??) and give her the love and appreciation she deserves on this the most special of days!

Happy birthday again @elizabeethan you’ve been the best pocket friend a girl could ask for and I’m forever grateful that the fandom brought us together 

@kmomof4 @elizabeethan @the-darkdragonfly @undercaffinatednightmare @jennjenn615 @dramioneswan @gingerchangeling @gingerpolyglot @batana54 @lfh1226-linda @csalltheway @xsajx @xarandomdreamx @onceratheart18 @ownedbycaptainswan @teamhook @pirateprincessofpizza @lostintheskyfaraway @zaharadessert @thejollyroger-writer @ultraluckycatnd @justanother-unluckysoul @spartanguard @jonesfandomfanatic @deckerstarblanche @jrob64 @klynn-stormz @wefoundloveunderthelight @sailtoafarawayland @tiganasummertree @winterbaby89 @hollyethecurious @stahlop @superchocovian @snowbellewells @xellewoods @sals86 @karlyfr13s ​ @ouatpost ​ @skairipakomtrikru @lonelyspectator12   @anmylica   @alexa-fangirl-forever @inspiredbystardust @marcella2727 @paradiselady19 @koryandr @killiansprincss

[feelin-kinda-cocky-bmc]

FKC Mini-Update 2/21/23

Alright, don't have a lot for this update, but hey, I thought I might as well keep posting so people are aware this project is still very much active! I'm currently on Mardi Gras break, and will be utilizing the next two days to work on writing Dustin's Route. There is a bit in Dustin's Day 1 that was originally going to take me a hell of a lot of time, in which I would be writing eight unique chunks of dialogue based on three options the player chooses in a row. However, for the sake of getting a rough draft out ASAP, I have streamlined it to where each topic will flow into each other without much of a missed beat. The eight interactions might appear in a later installment of the game, though.

However, while I'm here, I'd like to announce that the FKC Tumblr now has a new header image, courtesy of our new artist: Rose! I'm extremely happy with the art and I'm so glad we have another great artist on the team. Here's the full image because Tumblr dimensions are wack lol

Anyway, in an absence of content on my end, I'll go ahead and put out what is completed, what is currently being worked on, and what I'm hoping to achieve in the future:

The rough draft of Rich's route is done. However, in an effort to keep up with momentum during the earlier stages of writing when I wasn't on ADHD meds, I ended up skipping a whole part and promptly forgotten that I had skipped it. It's still very much a draft with a lot of repetition that I need to iron out, solely because when you work on something for so long in spaced out intervals, you forget what you did previously.

Once all of the incredibly messy drafts of each route are completed, I will be going back to revise them and hopefully get to a point where I can personally playtest the early stages of the game.

Also, in addition to completed routes, Rich and Jeremy's routes will have secret routes. These won't be as important and as high priority, as they are genuinely just me throwing some OCs into a fangame. But hey, if you like hot, borderline criminal bad boys, or flower-loving, theater kid soft boys, then I've got just the routes for you ;)

With the way I'm writing the routes, I'm also simultaneously coding. Or half-coding, anyway. I'm writing it all in a way that makes it easy for me to simply copy and paste it into ren.py, and then I just edit the Python from there. Double tasking woo!

I also have basic GUI assets that I made,,two years ago,,so I'll need to revise those. But aside from the title screen art, everything looks moderately okay and is completely functional.

At the moment, I'm working on Dustin's route. This is going to be heavily headcanon-based, I'm warning everyone now, but it doesn't stray far from canon. He's just a little unique because there's not a lot of canon information about him

Also, I don't know if I ever clarified this, but each route will be structured in the same format: The default exposition (where you choose your route), around 5 in-game events (or days), the dance day (where your bachelor of choice has invited Michael to the school dance), and if you're lucky, the date day (self explanatory, only available on good endings). In addition, each route with have a bad, neutral, and good ending. This does not include secret endings

After the Dustin Route, I plan to start Jake's, and then Jeremy's (sorry Boyfs shippers!). When all are completed, I'll start revision and the addition of the secret routes.

When the writing stage (which I'm almost entirely sure will be the longest) is mostly complete, we'll be going into the art stages. I have several talented artists already volunteered to help out, and I will likely make a hefty portion of my own. Art will include backgrounds, GUI assets, sprites, and possibly promotional pieces.

And after the art stage, we'll start playtesting a beta version so we can figure out bugs, adjust the stories as needed, and overall gauge the interest of the BMC fandom :)

I would love to create background music for the game at some point, and have the capability to do so, but that genuinely might not get there until later stages of development

Though this is far off, after the game's release, I'd also like to release events. These events would allow for a new storyline to be played regarding Michael and the rest of the BMC crew. These will largely be either self-indulgent or catering towards the fandom as a whole, such as writing all the characters in FKC into an AU. These sort of events would happen for things like Halloween, Christmas, Valentines, etc. Again, far off! But I'd like to make it at least known

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[nurainabila]

12/01/2023

Happy new year! I hope it's not too late for a new year wish. I've been going through a lot and busy as hell. I'm writing this during my working hour as currently I don't have anything to do.

Life updates; my relationship is still going strong and we are approaching our first anniversary in 2 months *yayy!* Our marriage saving almost RM1K uhuk and he got a new job end of last year. So we are hoping that we can save more to get married ASAP.

It has been 6 months since I started working here and I'm still getting this anxious feeling about work. I still hate this job because of constant pressure and people not giving me the cooperation that I needed. I wanted to settle my task quickly yet I had to wait for the other person to finish his/her task then I can finish mine. The people are okay but when it comes to work, suddenly not okay. I received the pressure a lot and I hate when I also needed to think about work when I'm at home or during my off day. I swear I hate this job more than anyone does.

I cancelled the booking for Perodua Axia as it took 8 months for me to received it and also because of my SA didn't update me about my car status. He didn't give me the cooperation since I'm the one that needed to ask him for updates. I had decided to book Proton Saga in November 2022 and currently waiting for it. I just paid for the downpayment RM8K+ yesterday and I really hope that I can get the car by end of this month.

I also booked for a braces appointment yesterday and my 1st appointment will be this Saturday morning. I'm so nervous as I know it would hurt a lot! One of my friend said that she regretted wearing braces. I've been imagining how painful it would be to extract my tooth and during the installation process. But heyy, beauty is pain (and hell expensive too) right? It has been my dream for a long time to wear braces and doesn't have to be insecure anymore because of my teeth. Since I have enough money now, so I thinks this is the time to achieve my dream. I'm so scared and nervous! But thinking that I have many friends that wore braces and they've been doing good, so I'm gonna be okay too right?

This upcoming CNY, I'm going for a camping with Paah, Shakila and Mesyi. I just can't wait to meet my girls. Oh and if everything goes well, I'm planning to start wearing braces after this camping.

I guess this is the end of my latest update. It has been quite a long time since my last post hehe :3 Till the next time!

[0pticblast]

Day 3

I installed Tumblr on my phone so I can write as I go since I'm not on my desktop all the time.

I listed cards while speaking to my high school bestie and her husband. It sucks how I've been getting taken advantage of in my fantasy bball league. They told me next time when a trade gets proposed to show them since they know whether or not it's fair. I had 3 more proposals and it just upsets me how low ball they were. I saved money buying breakfast by eating a good 30% of my cereal. I was able to nap and go to church afterwards.

I met up with my cousin JJ at Perfect Rares to practice and catch up with some friends. They said that they miss seeing me around and I told them that I need to focus on my health. I picked up JJ's cards and competed last minute. I got 0-4 which bummed it up a little. I think I can make this deck work, I just need to do my 10,000 hours.

I saw Ashley afterwards to pick up supplies for our order. Someone finally offered/counteroffered correctly and made a Funko POP sale. I went to Cali Tacos to order Angel Fries and it was a long wait. Crazy enough I ran into my coworker and he's a chill guy. I was also able to strike a conversation at the salsa bar because we touched hands reaching for the salsa cups. She said she likes my NERD hoodie I wore and that Pharrell is one of her favorite artists.

I got home and food coma'd, Albertacos is the OG but Cali Tacos gives hella portions. I sent photos to Brenda, I miss her and it's dumb. We text here and there but she's not a priority. I started feeling sad when I went downstairs to work on cards. One was because the box I got doesn't fit our order so I need to find a box that fits ASAP. I also got sad because it's the holidays. All the dumb cheesy Christmas movies are out and I don't have anyone to watch it with. I haven't felt this feeling of loneliness in a long time.

[fixational]

― @kozmcblves 📓

given that the first official meeting had just ended, cameron was quick on their feet, taking in their next task to follow demian allenswood to meet his daughter ― the main reason why the operative was there to begin with. she was the glue that connected all things. without her, none of them would've been there in that safe house. probably, that very safe house wouldn't have existed, otherwise. in any case, cameron allowed themselves to wonder for a spare moment.

❝ this way. ❞ the father announced while taking a turn left and heading down the hall. although there were several doors ahead, there were a couple of guards standing post at one particular door. as soon as the pair approached, the guards straightened up, shooting a suspicious look cameron's way, to which, they responded with exactly the same type of glance. one look was enough to tell that these two were not armed bodyguards. probably did carry a taser or a baton, but nothing close to an actual gun. and right now? given the dangerous complex situation the family was in? yeah, they did need a new security detail. ASAP.

❝ thank you, gentlemen. ❞ were the only words that demian addressed the guards with before opening the door to another spacious room with gigantic windows. clearly not an ideal room to keep your biggest treasure hidden, now is it? ❝ hey sweetheart, i've got some help, just as i promised. ❞ agent reid made sure to let demian take the lead for the introudctions and all that, meanwhile they were already inspecting the state and safety of the room they were currently in. one could never be too careful, these days. especially in situations like this one.

❝ this is cameron reid. they will be your personal bodyguard from now on. they'll escort you to events, to work, any place you'd need to go. they'll be there every step of the way and will make sure that what went down today... won't happen ever again. ❞ upon hearing demian finish up his introduction, cameron stepped forward so that they were now standing side by side. the woman, however, was on the other side of the room and cameron did not dare to cross any invisble boundaries that might have been there. after such traumatic experiences, anyone would require time to get back on their feet emotionally, let alone an omega. so it was adviced to keep a safe distance, especially being an alpha, which by itself, could be quite intimidating.

❝ miss allenswood, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. i'm private security operative reid, here to provide security and protect you from any potential harm that might come your way. ❞ with a firm nod, cameron flashed the tiniest of reassuring smiles towards the woman. ❝ i highly suggest for you guys to stay here for a couple of days. first thing tomorrow we will be hiring a new security detail and heading straight to miss allenswood's apartment to install required surveillance equippment to help us track any potential break-ins and other suspicious activity surrounding the residence. ❞ the agent moved forward, taking another step and visibly placing a notebook with a pen on a drawer so juliette could spot it and take it when she was feeling comfortable enough. there was no need trying to approach her and possibly agitate her further. they were there to make sure she was feeling safe and secure, after all. ❝ i will be needing the keys to the apartment and for you to write down a list of devices you are using on a regular basis, such as PC's, laptops, mobile phones, smart watches, anything that requires internet connection or WIFI. ❞

usually whenever they would bring this topic up, many would get defensive and would refuse to give access to their devices in fear of them possibly discovering their browser history feed and all the interesting, "taboo" websites people tended to secretly visit these days. so, without waiting any longer, cameron proceeded to add right away, their next point, to ease up any of juliette's potential worries. ❝ that is essencial for online security. to avoid any cyber attacks at this time. if someone dared to attempt an attack in person, in broad daylight, who's to say they won't try to track your devices or hack your online accounts? ❞ there was a certain confidence to their tone, the type that revealed that they knew what they were talking about. firmness, too. they were speaking about protecting a human being, after all. so any slip-ups or careless beahvior would be simply unacceptable.

[glenthemes]

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“Looks like you’re trying to add some Javascript or invalid html to your page. You’ll need to contact Support if you’d like to use Javascript.”

✧ Why is this happening?

Tumblr is preventing potential malicious uses of javascript and decided to ban any form of javascript on your pages, and for now the only way to re-enable it is to “contact Support”.

More info: https://help.tumblr.com/hc/en-us/articles/5869629271319

(2024: Tumblr has deleted this article. You can still find it archived at: https://web.archive.org/web/20230320133928/https://help.tumblr.com/hc/en-us/articles/5869629271319)

✧ How to contact support:

Just “contact Support” is vague enough in itself, so here’s a quick guide on what to write in your request to them so you can get approved asap. Please note that it may take some time for them to process your request. This exact method isn’t guaranteed, but here’s what I did that got me approved within a week.

🌟 To get started, make sure you have a FREE page ready. When asking staff for permission, you’ll need to send the code. If you plan on using a paid / premium page, just send in your request under a free page first. After that, you’re free to do whatever you want.

1. Go to https://www.tumblr.com/support

2. In the Category option, choose “Customizing your Tumblr”.

3. In the message box, include the following:

List out all the blogs you want to use custom pages on.

Give a brief description of what you use those blogs for.

The page name, and the maker’s username.

A link to the page code, aka where you got it from.

Most theme makers share them through Pastebin or Github.

Here’s a template:

(Remember the please & thankyous! Staff are flooded with requests right now so be mindful).

4. Skip the Attachment part, because you’re only allowed to upload images, and codes aren’t images.

5. For the Relevant Blog option, pick your main blog (the very first blog you created on your account)

6. For the Account Email, enter the email you use to sign in to Tumblr

7. Complete the Captcha and wait for the tick ✓ to show

8. Click Next.

9. You’ll reach the “Does any of this help?” screen. No, it does not. Scroll to the bottom and click “No, send my thing”.

And done! You’ll receive an automated confirmation email from staff that they’ve received your request.

✧ How long will it take:

It may take them several weeks for an actual member of staff to get back to you, so be patient. However, there’s a chance that you may have been approved for javascript usage *before* they reply. So you can check your custom pages every now and then to see if you can save any edits, or if you can install any new pages.

As of 2024, the wait time is almost indefinite. Personally, I’ve requested it on multiple side accounts and blogs and I haven’t gotten a response since 2022.

If you don’t want to wait, you can use a page as the theme of a new side blog. Instructions here:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1t-9--14V525_iMKTYobS3chUiEL22KIXFjANgFgGtcU/edit?usp=sharing

🕒 Last updated: 2024-06-11

[withahappyrefrain]

need the blurb where Jake is a slut for girls wearing glasses like asap mama.

We will see some of it in the next "Parking Spots" installment

but I could be easily convinced to write a separate blurb because who doesn't want more of Jake Seresin pinning after women

[mkstrigidae]

Slight APWH Announcement:

Nothing concerning!!!! The story is still being written, I am still working on it, and have no intention of stopping, so if you are prone to wearing your anxiety pants, you can take them off now. Don't put them on in the first place. At least put on a cozy sweater with them or something comfortable.

tl;dr: I'm going to be doing some mostly minor revisions to the beginning chapters of the story. Nothing will fundamentally change in the story, but I've been wanting to do this for a while, for a number of reasons, so here's a heads-up. (So if you are really attached to this specific wording of the beginning of the story, go download it on Ao3 ASAP). More elaboration below the cut if you're curious:

I think part of the reason I'm having such a bear of a time with the most recent APWH installments is that I've grown as a writer since beginning the story, and made a few choices in the beginning that I would rather not have been there. Nothing huge, but I think I was too eager to tip my hand on certain aspects of Oberyn's assessment of Petyr, and I really hate the scene at the newspaper with Jeor and Lyanna. I've also always disliked how I wrote part of Sansa giving her statement to Oberyn, and have wanted to edit a throwaway comment of Aegon's inviting Theon to Winterfell a while back.

There are things about the story I really feel like need to be edited, in short, lmao.

So I think I might go back and make a few changes to the first few chapters- The content itself wouldn't change, for the most part, just the way things are presented. I know you're probably not supposed to do this with a fic, but this one turned into a behemoth, and when I began the story, I had no idea what the plot was going to be. Now, I have a very clear idea of what the story arc looks like, and it means that I'm writing in a less serial fashion, and am able to get into case details in a way that doesn't feel absolutely absurd. There are also a few pieces of intended foreshadowing at the beginning that are no longer really relevant, and some things I really feel like would benefit from being reworded.

Like I said, I know this isn't necessarily a typical approach to writing a fic, but A. It is my story, haha, and It's not perfectionism so much as it is genuinely enjoying doing some harmless revision (okay so it's a little bit perfectionism, but i haven't been beating myself up over these mistakes- Jon Arryn would have had to be in like, 3 places at once between chapters 5 and 13 with the way i've name dropped him (not to mention the ever shifting location of Sansa's lemon tree) and while I'm not exactly losing sleep over it, it has been annoying me), AND B. I genuinely do not have any intention of changing this story to make it fundamentally different. I'd like some specific spots to be less clunky, and would like to correct some continuity errors, and in one case, remove a scene where I fundamentally really got journalistic ethics just blatantly wrong. But the story is not going to change.

I'm not sure what the reaction to this will be, but it's going to be something I handle before the next chapter of APWH gets posted (the delay is largely that I'm writing like five chapters at once, because events really spill into each other after this chapter and so I'm treating this next block of chapters as like, it's own story arc. Then there's a subsequent smaller arc involving Sansa at school that sort of runs into the trial arc, and then finale stuff (which i'm keeping quiet about for now but I so desperately want to post- I have such a perfect end oh my god), so like, there is a structure here!!! I promise.

I have NO intention of giving up on this story, ever. Sometimes, it can be a fucking chore to write (all hobbies are like this at some point and this story is SO LONG), but I have such a deep and abiding love for the versions of the characters I've written, and usually, I absolutely love working on this story and pulling all the threads together.

There's also the fact that this story is WAY more popular than I ever expected it to be- like holy shit I never expected people to love this weird concept the way I did. So while I write this story for myself, it's also a labor of love that I love that I get to share with all of you who have enjoyed it so far- everyone who's left kudos, and added the story to rec lists, everyone who's bookmarked it, who've reblogged my new chapter posts- you make me so extremely happy. To those of you who leave me comments- who tell me your theories in the comments and use so! many! exclamation! points! (!!!), who have told me how much you feel for Sansa, for Robb and Ned and Cat and all the Starks- I love you. I don't always have time to respond to all of them, but every comment you leave is just so loved and appreciated. To those of you who send me tumblr asks about the story with your character questions, wanting to know fun facts about the characters and know more about the universe I've created, I love everything about you always, and answering those is so much fun. To the anon who sent me an ask about whether or not Sansa's case ended up on Buzzfeed unsolved in the APWH universe- how does it feel to have left me the single best piece of feedback I've ever gotten on the story? How dare you be funnier than me on my own story? I absolutely adore you.

Anyways, I love you all, I love writing APWH, and I hope you all will not be too irritated by this particular decision. I can guarantee that there are numerous scenes in the future that will make up for any mild inconvenience this may cause you to feel at the moment. Plus, you'll have a good excuse to reread if that's your thing!

I hope you are all having a wonderful week, and that you find a perfectly ripe piece of produce at the grocery store that's also on sale (I have an entire bag of oranges in my fridge because I share Sansa's citrus obsession).

[milliedazzledust]

War Rages On: part 2 (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Words: 3234

A/N: Still don’t know where I’m going with this story but I’m really having fun writing this and I hope you’ll like it! Don’t forget to tell me if you want to be tag for the next parts :)

Previously: part 1

Steve had found Bucky deep in the forest of Wakanda. Escorted by the kind T’Challa, he led him to the man they called the White Wolf. He had found his redemption away from mankind. Surrounded by trees and animals, Y/N and him had lived a simple life inside their cottage up until that moment. Before this, Steve had no intention to bring them back. He had planned to come visit the couple but most importantly to let them have their happy ending, to keep them from monsters that had tried so many times to tore them apart. He couldn’t imagine two people more deserving of peace than them. The King of Wakanda had outdone himself to make sure this was achievable.

“Do you remember the last time you saw her ?” Steve asked him.

Bucky sat on a rock near a river, hastily ruffling his hair.

“She left a couple days ago” He recounted. “She had a message from Stark on the burner phone you gave her”

“What did it say ?”

“Need your help asap - Romanoff compromised. An address was attached”

He got worried when he saw Steve dropping his head and rubbing his eyes in frustration. He had known him long enough to guess something was bothering him.

“Buck’, Tony didn’t send anything.” The Soldier confessed.

“What do you mean ?”

The familiar sensation of anxiety started to form in the pit of his stomach despite the lack of information. He knew he wouldn’t like what he was about to hear.

“I don’t know what happened, but somebody pretending to be him wrote that message”

“That’s impossible” He shook his head, refusing to believe him.

“Buck’ ..”

“She left, Steve. She left to go help him” He vehemently cut him. He stood up and started pacing. His friend could see his whole demeanor slowly shifting. “If she’s not with Stark, then where is she ?!”

“I don’t know” The Captain replied. Admitting it to his friend was almost too painful.

“Have you talk to the others ? Do they know anything ?”

He was looking more and more like a madman. His body had already understood what his mind failed to grasp.

“She send Sam an SOS”

“What ?” He said it in a whisper, instantaneously freezing on the spot.

“Bucky, I’m sorry but she’s missing”

“She can’t be” He felt the panic beginning to creep into his chest.

He turned back to look at his friend.

“That’s not … She said she’d be back” He explained, as if it would make perfect sense that she couldn’t be gone, as if that promise had been enough to keep her safe “.. She … She always comes back to me”

He dropped on the floor, the captain barely had enough time to catch him. His breathing became more rapid, more shallow. He felt it hit him like a hurricane. There was a logical explanation, but the only one he could think of was worst than any nightmare.

“Steve if it’s …” He suddenly sounded alarmed.

“It might not be” The Captain answered. He didn’t know which one of them he was trying to convince the most.

“Who else ?”

His friend stayed silent. His mind couldn’t wrapped around the fact that this could be happening, that they were potentially facing another threat.

“They’re still after me” The Sergeant muttered. “It’d make sense”

“Even if it’s Hydra, we’ll still find her” Steve promised.

“What if it’s too late ?” Bucky dared to think about that possibility, his eyes drifting into space.

“It’s not”

The soldier put a comforting hand on the Sergeant’s shoulder. When he glanced up at him, he saw the reassurance he so desperately needed. He knew this look by heart, he had seen it so many time on Steve’s face growing up. He had that same determination every time he went on to fight someone twice his size, the confidence and fierceness that had built Captain America.

“C’mon, get up.” He ordered with force. “We’re gonna find her”

He silently followed him, his mind running a mile an hour. He couldn’t remember a time he had felt so vulnerable. The mere thought of her somewhere with Hydra was enough to reopen his deepest wounds. He knew what they were capable of, he had lived through the endless torture for years and to picture a fraction of it being done on her was too much.

Steve had taken him to a jet. After several hours of flight, they had landed in a location he didn’t recognize. The place looked like headquarters, abandoned in the middle of nowhere. They were surrounded by large trees. When they walked out of the plane, Bucky recognized the distinct sent of mint and pine mixed together. He glanced around, trying to find a clue as to where they were, but all he could see was the woods. No other indication.

“What is this place ?” He asked Steve as they walk inside the building.

Before his friend could answer he heard another voice speaking, the sound resonating on the walls.

“Secure location not far from Warsaw, outside of the radars”

Bucky didn’t hide his surprise when he found himself face to face with Tony Stark. The billionaire saw him tense, his body instinctively going into defense mode.

“At ease, soldier” He sighed. “We’re not here to fight”

Still he didn’t ushered a word and looked back and forth between the two men in front of him.  After what had happened between them before he found shelter in Wakanda, he wasn’t sure how to behave around Stark.

“Have you find anything ?” Steve inquired, folding his hands behind his back.

“Sam checked the address you sent me” Stark started to explain. “We were about to take a look at the security footage”

He guided the soldiers to a room that seemed like it had been restored at the last minute. There was a violent contrast between the dust on the floor, the half broken chairs and the high-tech computers Tony had most likely installed. It definitely looked like a hideout. He first noticed Natasha Romanoff leaning on the large table at the center of the room. She was studying a file. Next to her was Sam Wilson, scrolling on a tablet he was holding with intense concentration.

Steve greeted both of them with a simple nod and Bucky noticed the side looks he was being given but chose to not acknowledge them. Stark started to type on his computer and the enormous screen he had placed on one of the wall turned itself on.  

“Here’s what we know so far” Tony told them.

Bucky recognized a screenshot of the message sent to Y/N on the burner phone, the very same one he was carrying in his pocket.

“I was not able to trace the id or the location”

As he spoke, Stark watched the Sergeant from the corner of his eyes taking a sit on a half torn armchair.

“But whomever send this was pretending to be me”

“How were they able to get her number ? Only you and I are supposed to have that information” Steve interrogated.

“I’m getting there, Captain.” Tony answered. “Somebody infiltrated my system and discreetly hijacked it to get into classified data”

The Sergeant suddenly raised his head and with a flick of the fingers, Stark projected details of his firewall system on the screen.

“They left a trail. Sloppy work if you ask me”

“Get to the point, Tony” Natasha reminded him.

The man rolled his eyes before continuing his explanations.

“They searched through every files I have on Barnes. What they were looking for exactly? I don’t know, but I have a vague idea”

“My location” Bucky whispered.

“Bingo. They were after you, and when they realized I was smart enough not to put any compromising informations, they moved to plan B”

“What’s plan B ?” Sam severely asked.

“If you can’t find the Winter Soldier, then let him find you.” Stark directly offered the hypothesis.

“They’re using Y/N as leverage” Steve finally understood.

“Exactly”

Bucky rubbed his eyes in frustration. This was looking more and more like Hydra’s modus operandi.

“Who is they ?” Romanoff questioned.

“I might have an answer to that” Sam replied, waving his tablet. “I found something on the security footage”

A video without sound started playing and instantly Bucky stood up. His eyes traveling from one corner of the screen to the other, he was closely studying every movement. Whomever was doing this had smartly brought the woman in the middle of the city and away from any camera that could incriminate them.

“Y/N is waiting in the corner of the street, then this man approaches her. She takes a step back, probably figured out something was wrong.” The Falcon explained. “All we can see is her reaching for her phone behind her back, which we know now was to send an SOS”

“Any identification on the guy ?” Natasha inquired.

“No. He stayed hidden from the cameras. He knew exactly where they were”

“Why didn’t she attack ?” Tony pondered. “She could have taken him easily”

“Busy street” Bucky answered mechanically. “If you want somebody to comply, lure them in the middle of a crowd. One move and someone else die. Works all the time”

“Of course you’d know about that” The billionaire muttered under his breath.

Steve hadn’t talk yet. His eyes were glued to the screen. Something wasn’t adding up and he didn’t know what. He watched the video playing four times, his hands on his hips, deep in concentration.

“Rewind it” He ordered Sam.

The man didn’t question the request and did as he was told. Shape after shape the Captain analyzed every detail until the information he was missing was right in front of him.

“Stop there”

The video froze and they stared at the frame, trying to figure out what he was seeing.

“What is it, Steve ?” The Russian spy inquired.

“Can you zoom in ?” He asked, ignoring the first question.

Tony took the tablet in his hand and started to play with it.

“What am I looking for ?”

“His neck” He simply said. “He has a tattoo”

His friend raised an eyebrow in surprise, but got to work. Typing on his keyboard, he cut the video’s frame, zoomed in and used a program to polish the picture and create a clear image of the ink on the man’s body.

As soon as Bucky saw it, he felt a cold shiver running down his spine. What he feared the most had only been theoretical until then, there was still a slight hope he was wrong, a one percent chance he was holding onto that he wasn’t living his worst nightmare. And all that came crashing down when he recognized the pattern of a skull he knew by heart.

“No..No, no, no, no” He kept repeating, pacing around the room, panic striking in his veins. “This is not happening, this is not…”

The Captain stopped him in his track, putting his hands on his shoulders.

“Buck’ ..”

“They have her, Steve. They have Y/N” He was terrified, and his friend could clearly hear it in his voice.

The others were following their interaction, not yet understanding what was happening. Steve raised his head, still holding his brother emotionally breaking apart, and looked at them with an alarmed expression that did nothing to ease their worry.

“We had our suspicion on who might have pulled up something like this » He told them. « Frankly, I was hoping we were wrong”

“Who is it ?” Romanoff demanded.

“…Hydra” Bucky murmured, his head low and his human hand shaking.

They all tensed in the room and the silence that followed was frightening.

“Are you sure ?” The Falcon asked.

Steve stared at the projecting image on the wall, pursing his lips.

“Yes, Sam. It’s them” He answered with a heavy voice filled with concern.

Bucky felt the tears on his cheeks before he realized he was crying. His breathing had become unsteady and he was slowly faltering. He quickly excused himself and left the building. He needed the air.

He was trying so hard not to panic but he seemed paralyzed. There was suddenly a menacing aura around him, holding him in a tightening grip. He could feel his temperature rising, a clear sign of his anxiety, his fear. It was a living force creeping over him like a hungry beast, fed by the agonizing possibility he might lose her. He started to take shaky small breath, like Y/N had taught him every time he had a panic attack, but without her to guide him, it was useless. His pulse was beating in his ears, blocking all the other sounds, and he was sweating. There was a lump in his throat, an emotion so large it was aching to be released. He wanted to scream, to punch something, to beg for mercy. Alas, he closed his eyes, trying to focus his senses on one thing only, find her.

And just as the thought crossed his mind, he felt the tiny device he had in his pocket vibrate. He took his phone out, but nothing was displayed on the screen. Then he realized it wasn’t the right one. Fishing in his pants, he found was he was looking for and grabbed the burner phone. One message. When he opened it, the color quickly drained from his face.

« She won’t stay alive for long, unless you come home. Not Romania, not Brooklyn, your real home. No Avenger. You know the consequences of disobedience »

Attached to it was a photo. His heart stopped and his metal fist clenched the phone so hard he accidentally broke it when he saw the picture of the woman he loved, arms chained on a ceiling, body dangling in the air and covered in blood. He absently stared at his hands, thinking back to their time in Wakanda, in peace, away from the world. Just the two of them. What a difference a couple of days could make. He knew what he wanted to do. There was not an ounce of hesitation in him, only the desire to make sure she would make it out of there alive.

So engrossed in his own thoughts, he didn’t hear someone creeping in behind him. Natasha silently stood next to him. Was it out of pity or emotional support, he couldn’t tell. She observed him for a moment, furrowing her eyebrows like she was trying to read him, before she turned back to look at the sky.

“You know where she is”

It wasn’t a question but a statement.

“What makes you say that ?”

“Two fossils from the 1930’s with the same instinct of preservation and the same tendencies to make stupid decisions based on emotions. Not exactly hard to put two and two together. You and Steve have a lot in common”

He pursed his lips.

“Are you gonna tell them ?” He asked, looking back at the abandoned building.

“Still debating.” She admitted. “You’re not really stupid, Barnes. You know you can’t take them all by yourself”

“That wasn’t my intention”

“Then what’s your plan ?”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to, she could see it in his whole demeanor. It was in the way he stood up straight, in the way he was clenching his jaw, in the way his eyes held so much determination and purpose.

“You don’t intend on coming back, do you ?”

“I can’t let them kill her” He explained.

“A suicide mission is by far the most stupid idea you could come up with”

“It’s the only one I’ve got” He replied, resigned.

He turned to look at her. The calmness he was displaying was enough to know he had made up his mind and honestly, it frightened her.

“I don’t think you know how much she means to me, Natasha. I don’t deserve her love, I really don’t, but somehow she saw something worth fighting for in me. She saw all the cracks, all the flaws and all the mistakes I’ve made and she didn’t run. She stood by my side and fought for me. She’s my sanity. She’s all the good that’s left in me. She’s the name I whisper when I’m scared my memories are fading. I can’t take the risk to lose her because if that happens, I’ll lose myself and there will be no come back this time”

The lump in his throat prevented him from saying anything more and he gulped, trying to make the feeling of anxiety subside.

“Whatever it takes, and whatever I’ll have to do, I swear she will get out of there alive” He nodded to no one in particular, a silent and simple sign he would not change his mind.

“At what cost ? What are we suppose to tell her when you won’t be here anymore ?”

“That I fought for her the same way she did for me”

His response shut her up. His voice held so much serenity and resolve she knew it would be useless to argue. She understood where he was coming from, just like she understood the sacrifice he was ready to make.

“There’s a version of this where we win, Barnes. Keep that in mind. It doesn’t have to end in pain or worse. Fight with everything you’ve got and don’t stop until both of you are safe”

He sadly smiled.

“You’ve definitely spent too much time with Steve”

She rolled her eyes before turning to stand in front of him. She hesitated a moment, words on the tip of her tongue.

“I’m sorry this is happening” She gloomily confessed. “But you know why they want you, right ?”

“The Winter Soldier” He replied, closing his eyes. “They want him back”

“Just so we’re clear here, Bucky, and just in case, you have to be aware that the moment you’ll get there, they will torture you to get him back. Your mind is already damaged, you won’t hold long”

“I just need to hold long enough to get her out of there” He vehemently assured her, gritting his teeth.

“Your plan is to walk out with her” She reminded him, insisting on the words.

He glanced down at her and judging by the look in his eyes, she knew what he was about to ask her before he even spoke.

“If it comes to the worse, if I become … him again …” He started.

“I know” She cut him. He didn’t need to say the word, she knew thinking about it was already more than enough pain for him.

She stood there, watched him get into the jet him and Steve had taken to get there, and did nothing. It was useless to try to convince him to stay, he was too stubborn to listen. And she knew this was his best shot at getting back the woman he loved alive. She was aware Hydra would not spare the lovers and she prayed they were ready for the fight that was ahead of them. The Avengers would find them eventually, hopefully before it was too late. She turned around when she saw the jet flying in the air and walked silently back inside the building. She would keep that conversation and the promise she had made a secret, and hope whatever Bucky had planned, it would be enough to prevent the worse from happening.

Tag list: @briannareneea985​ - @bangtanxberm​  - @kissmyoops - @steve-is-daddy​

[suzukiblu]

current projects’ current progress:

de-aged Witcher (3900/10000)

"read the inscription" coda (1700/2000)

more "you make a really good girl" (100/5000)

even more "you make a really good girl" (0/10000)

Jedi Finn AU (1600/10000)

ODYDLB den mother Tony (700/10000)

Geraskefer soulmates (5600/????)

omega!Darcy (2900/2000)

ATLA Winter Solstice (2900/1000)

original serial (5/?)

I said I was gonna draw so of course I'm sorting through my writing and catching up on all my current word counts, hah. In my defense, I have no defense. Also Clay Kids should technically be up there because I did some writing in it too, but really ten active WIPs is a long enough list for the moment and I need to focus until I've knocked at least a couple of those off.

Relatedly, today I got an idea for the next Avamorphs installment but now is REALLY not the time so that one's gonna have to wait a bit. Dinner is soon, at least. Hopefully after I eat I can concentrate a little better and get some more stuff done.

I should really finish the Witcher fics ASAP but will my brain agree with me on that one or will I spend tonight flitting from project to project or posting those old fics I said I was gonna throw up on AO3? Well, we will all find that out together, friends.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ THE BIG FIRE ❜

Headcanon.

with Angel Reyes.

Request: Hi In the serie they talk about Big fucking fire ( I Guess is the one where Dita was ) But would u write something about Mayans girlfriend ( no matter which one- except EZ i don't like him ) lost everything in fire. So our boy propose her to move with him ? 💕

BY ANON

Word count: about 900.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author.

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You have lost everything. With your scared buddy against your chest, you're feeling impotent as you watch the fire consuming your house. There's no water enough to save it.

Your dog jumps to the floor, running with her tail hidden between her hind feet to the motorcycles coming closer. She doesn't lose time, pouncing into Angel's arms, walking towards you.

The whole crew is there, trying to help somehow. But the only things you kept with you, when you noticed the smoke flooding your house, was your laptop, your cash savings and your bag with personal stuff, like your wallet and your car keys. Fortunately, the Mustang was at Romeros and Bros since last Monday.

They take you to the clubhouse, in the meanwhile the firemen turn off the flames. You will have to come back tomorrow to make a study of the damage.

You can't stop crying, hugging Niebla tightly. She was the only thing that really mattered to you in the moment you found the fire coming into your garage.

“I brought you something fo' dinner”.

Angel comes into the room, carrying a cardboard bag with a delicious smell of cheese springing free from the inside. Leaving it on the nightstand, and taking the advantage of Niebla sniffing the bag, he holds you between his arms. Kissing your head, you feel somewhat better. Just a little. You know that your insurance company will pay you every single thing you ask for, because it wasn't your fault, but your neighbors barbecue. When will they do it? Who knows it.

“Bishop said you can stay here as long as you need it”.

“I will… try to find something to rent. I don't wanna bother anyone”.

“Do you think… you bother us? Babe, we're happy for having you this close. It's amazing. And I can see you the whole time”. He says a little excited, pulling himself away to look for your eyes.

“Yeah, bu—”.

“Yeah, but, I told Prez that I had a better idea”.

Cleaning your tears, you frown slightly confused.

“You know… I know you're suffering, it's normal, but… what if destiny was telling you that it's time to live together?”

You weren't expecting it, licking your lips feeling nervous. Does he really want it, or is he just asking you to make you feel better?

“There's nothing in my life that could make me happier than waking up with your everyday. Come back home after a long day and watch you dance around our house, wearing my shirts”.

These words make you smile, almost in tears again. This time because of the happiness he's talking about you.

“Please, mi dulce. I know it's a big step… We just have been together for seven months, but it's like I've known you ever since”.

You don't need anything else, nodding in silence before his joyful lips finds yours.

The next day, he's the one who accompanies you to your house, or what is left after the fire. It's funny how yours can barely remain on its foundations, while your neighbor's didn't suffer any kind of damage. Angel can feel your rage, your sadness, running through your veins when you're allowed to come into your home.

The smell is disgusting, and there are some leaks that you have to dodge. Everything around you is carbonized. Pictures, furniture, books, the walls… There's nothing you can take with you. Angel intertwines his fingers with yours, raising your hand to place a kiss on the back of it. Looking at him, you just pucker your lips down on a sad gesture. Kissing your forehead this time, your boyfriend urges you to get out of there.

You have been at his house thousand times, but now it is different. You had to go to buy some clothes and basic things to get installed.

“I have to come back to the club, but I will be back asap'”.

“Okay…” You mumble, seeing how happy Niebla looks lying over the sofa.

“If you… want to change anything… just do it. This is your house now, and I want to feel you comfortable”.

But you don't. You like Angel's house exactly as it is.

In fact, you go to the supermarket to buy food to make dinner. Angel deserves it, and you know how much he loves your recipes.

Rice with fried banana and mango.

Latin music floods the kitchen, as you finish the dinner to serve it on the table already set up. You're wearing nothing but one of Angel's shirts, moving your hips and your feet at the rhythm of the melody, when your dog starts to bark and move her tail. She's the first one receiving Angel. By the look on his face, he hadn't remembered that she was also there. And he loves her.

“Hey, what's up, baby girl?” His voice sounds excited, squatting to Niebla so he can pet her. “Who is a good girl, ah? Fucking course, you're the best girl ever”.

But as soon as he sees you waiting for some love too, he catches you between his arms. Sinking his face into your neck, Angel has a deep breath.

“Welcome home, mi amor”.

“Yeah… Now it really feels like home, mi dulce”.