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skzoologist · 11 months ago

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I just woke up, Hello

My vision is failing me ngl, for some reason whenever I wake up my vision gets so goddamn blurry, I can't read

The ghost fic made me cry, so beautiful

The ghost anon is so sweet wth

OH and since you erased the 1 request for 1 person thing, I would like to request

"No! I want cuddles now!" 🧋☕ focused more on Bae, 3Racha

Go ham with it

P.S I saw that -6°C was nearly freezing? Is where you guys live that warm? Cuz here the lowest is like -33°C and highest is like -9°C so far

word count: ~1.4k

warnings: none

genre: fluff, crack

a/n: Hey-ho 🐿️ anonnie! I hope your vision got better soon afterwards, it sounds worrying 😨 And I'm sorry my ghost!Bae fic made you cry, I hope this one will cheer you back up! Made it extra fluffy, for you. I accidentally went ham with it, I did not mean to write this much lol 💀 Also where I live it's I guess relatively warm? It's kinda rare for it to snow here properly (and not just have sludge and ice all over the place), which is why I'm so happy it snowed a few days ago, even if only a few centimeters. Your place is waaaaay colder, so stay bundled up and cosy! 😊

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

The powerful beats of their latest title track flowed through his body, his heart beating to that same, exhilarating rhythm. He knew the song from the top of his head already, having danced to it countless times, and yet, once the inevitable silence crept in, he restarted the cycle all over again, no matter how much his clothes and hair clinged to his sweaty skin.

Then suddenly the music cut off midway, a frustrated sigh left in its place amidst the dancer’s confusion.

“Bae, how many times have we talked about this? You’ve already perfected the choreography, you NEED to rest now.” - it was Minho, a disapproving scowl sitting on his sharp features.

Bae simply watched his hyung, heaving for air, wondering how the man got there in the first place. A quick glance at the now open door gave him all the answers he needed, knowing fully well that he was probably too absorbed in his own practice to even hear the sound of the door opening. Wouldn’t have been the first time, after all.

“I’m talking to a wall, I swear to god. Bae. If I see you in this room one. More. Time. I’m chucking you into the air fryer next to Hyunjin. Don’t look at me like that. Now go.” - the angry cat ushered him out, gathering all of the otter’s belongings and shoving them into his arms.

Bae obediently let himself be pushed out of the door, a click immediately resounding in the air.

He was locked out, that much was obvious.

Of course he knew not to push Minho’s buttons anymore, a miracle in itself that he was let off only with a simple warning. He’d already experienced the man’s wrath once before and it was not fun at all. Just the mere thought brought a shiver up his spine, never wanting to experience that ever again. Even if it was all for his own good, he would rather avoid a repeat of what’d happened.

Sighing, Bae trudged towards the locker room, the thought of a quick shower and fresh clothes soothing his mind.

Although that calmness disappeared the moment he checked his phone afterwards, the device filled with messages from Chan. There wasn’t a lot, not nearly enough to make him think something terrible had happened, but their contents were unusual, requesting him to drop by the studio. It had happened before, sure, but not often enough for it to be considered normal. The three idols preferred to work alone, their synergy so perfect, anyone else’s presence was a mere bother.

Confused, but not having anything else to do, Bae messaged his leader back and started his ascent to the seeked-after room. It took a bit of time; the hallways were packed, and so was the elevator, the rush hour inside the company hitting the idol full force. He politely bowed his head in greeting towards staff and other idols, some looking at him with a smile, some too busy and instead looking like they were about to collapse right then and there. It caused a worried crease to form in his forehead, but there was nothing he could do, sadly.

Having made his way to where he was needed, Bae let himself into the room, only after a soft knock and a quiet ‘Come in’ could be heard.

There sat Chan, Changbin and Jisung, all in comfy hoodies, bundled up and hunched over the table, way too entranced to even look away from the monitors fully.

Only after Bae closed the door and plopped onto the couch did Chan shake himself out of this trance, headphones now fully slid off and hanging around his neck. A lopsided smile sat upon his face as their eyes met, only widening at Bae’s expression.

The other two joined the oldest soon, all eyes set on Bae and teasing smiles dancing on their lips. Bae didn’t know what warranted these expressions, simply confusedly tilting his head and causing soft giggling to be heard.

“So, I heard Minho kicked you out of the practice room.” - Chan gently whispered out amidst giggles, dimples fully on display. “Oh, so that’s why he looks like that!” “Jisung! Hey, it’s okay baby, don’t look so sad.” - Changbin said, his arms already guiding Bae’s head towards his chest in a soothing hug.

It was true that their tallest member was not happy about being kicked out, but the others’ reactions puzzled him greatly. He wasn’t devastated or anything, so what were they talking about?

Loud laughter grabbed his attention, the poorly breathing wolf soon joined by a quokka and a dwaekki. This only confused him more, a huff escaping his mouth as he crossed his arm, now free from Changbin’s hold, as the latter was too busy almost falling off the couch.

“I love it so much when you don’t realise you’re doing the puppy eyes. Hyung, you look like a kicked puppy!” - Jisung explained, making Bae’s eyes widen and cheeks dust over with pink. “Mh, our baby otter is so cute.” - Chan added in, watching in satisfaction as his victim’s skin only reddened. “YAH, you’re too cute, this is unfair!” - Changbin all but shouted, locking Bae into a tight hug and squeezing the air out of him.

Bae tried to wiggle out of the dwaekki’s arms, but the hold on him was way too strong for that. After realising this, he gave up, turning limp in the happily celebrating man’s clasp, essentially becoming his cuddle pillow.

Seeing this all, the two left out members started protesting, wanting their fair share of their shy member and his cuddles. Bae didn’t hesitate to take the chance when Changbin’s arms loosened around him amidst his own protests about wanting to keep the man for himself, quickly slipping out and away from all of them. This naturally gathered all their attention; their eyes watching him fiercely, as if he was their prey, ready to be hunted.

“Is this why you called me here?” - he sternly asked, a furrow in his brows and a slight scowl in his lips that wasn’t there out of true anger. “Yes and naur. Minho asked me to essentially lock you into the studio with us, so you cannot secretly overwork yourself. And hey, who am I to say no to some cuddles?” - Chan answered, that teasing smirk dancing on his lips that told Bae he was not joking around.

Before the cornered otter could dash towards the door, Jisung pounced on him, keeping him in place just long enough for the other two to drag him back onto the couch. A soft ‘Oomph’ sound left his lips as he collided with the bouncy material, unable to fight against the entire force of Gymracha alone.

He had to accept his fate, one that was filled with stiffening cuddles and teasing for an unforeseen amount of time.

A deep sigh left his lips as he’d done exactly that, relaxing in Chan’s hold as Jisung was hugging his legs and Changbin was playing with his fingers, arm tightly hugged into his chest. The couch was impossibly small to house all four of them, yet somehow they managed, all crammed into the tiny space.

The three seemed content to just stay like that, and seeing as Bae literally had no choice, he let them be, their warmth seeping into his clothes and skin, settling there in contentment. His muscles relaxed in a way he didn’t even know they needed to, a tension he’d never noticed leaving his body. The position he was trapped in felt safe, as if he had nothing to worry about in the entire world.

Maybe Minho was right, maybe he did need to rest for a bit, just a little bit.

But after an hour of it all, he was starting to overheat, the contact on his skin now too much, too warm.

“Shouldn’t you guys be working?” - he asked, hoping the answer would be yes, since all of them were workaholics to a certain degree. “No, I want cuddles now!” - Jisung shouted before anyone else could, flopping onto Bae’s front and burying his head into his clothed stomach.

Chan and Changbin only laughed at his misery, their answers probably similar to their younger members. Bae could only sigh for the umpteenth time, head gently plopping back against Chan’s shoulder.

“At least let me get my hoodie off.” “No.”

The afternoon seemed way too long in Bae’s eyes already, a fact that was only strengthened as time went on, even though there was an undeniable, gentle warmth that danced around in his eyes whenever he looked at the ones around him.

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softxsuki · 9 months ago

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Could I request a letter for your Valentines Day Letter Event? I would love love LOVE a letter from baji. We've been friends since middle school and we became offical when we went to the same University. (He does veterinary medicine and I do art.) I'm 20 and he's 21 (dating for a couple of years at the time of him writting ir) and well... he does call me a variety of pet names depending on his mood (just wanna be call dollface/cutie). TONE: I'm thinking about a hurt to comfort letter where I get hurt/bullied (harassed and peer pressured by bullies and idk how to response bc i thought uni wasn't the place for bullying and high school drama. Guess not 💀) and he saves me but I don't respond bc i feel week and I should have done something instead of waiting for him ro come save me and I just feel undeserving of his love and isolate myself in my dorm (we live in different dorms). Baji not being sure on what to do/not wanting to pressure me (ik he isn't like this but shhh it's for the sake of the letter) write a letter expressing how much he genuinely cares for me and loves me (without it being out of character) and that I'm not alone and I have him. Location: it takes place at uni (so he slips it through underneath the door. After I read it, he comes in and we just cuddle and watch a movie (whilst hes holding me in his strong arms. He stays the night and makes me breakfast, also he "talks" to my bullies so that when I see them again they all run away 🏃 (they want no smoke). Other information: I'm usually the more affectionate one between us and like he reciprocates (was quite shy at first but warmed up to it and how he starts it... it gets a little heated sometimes if he's jealous 😳). I hope I'm not coming off as ooc by saying this (please correct me if I am). I feel like baji is somewhat reserved in public (unless he's jealous) like the most he'll do if give me a kiss or a brief hug (maybe ruffle my hair) but like o can tell he cares. I can't proprrly articulate it but he isn't just a feral troublemaker, he's more than that (acts of service - giving me water, snacks if so I don't get hungry or thirsty/reminding me to like eat and hydrate. Also I can confinde him about anything and he won't judge me for it. Also he doesn't judge me for my autism (actually G checks and fucks up anyone who tries it) and he doesn't care if I'm stimming or pacing around and like it's just really nice to not be seen as weird. Also like he's really attentive like if I'm having a shitty day he wont just not say anything, he'll pick up on it and do his dammest to make it go away. Like giving me advice (amazing if not a bit blunt), or doing what he can. Also I sometimes draw portraits and art of him bc I love him (and my hobby is art) and even if he insists I don't need to. I always make sure to buy him gifts (new cat toys/food, veterinary resources, yskisoba and snacks, etc) bc I want to give back to him.

But yeah that's all there is to it. I hope it isn't too much. Thank you for accepting my request and letting me send this in.

I hope you have a nice day. Ur amazing.

Baji's Comforting Letter to His Girlfriend

This event is now CLOSED, but you can view the masterlist for the other letters here.

Warnings: mentions of bullying, reader feels a little insecure

Note: Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you enjoy your letter from Baji :)

Baji feels awkward standing in front of your dorm door, his letter grasped between his fingers. You had run away from him a few days ago after he helped you out upon seeing your classmates harass you. Not knowing what to say after that, he gave you your space, but you still hadn’t reached out to him at all.

Worry filled him after your silence. Were you upset with him for some reason that he didn’t immediately reach out to you? Anxiety bubbled up within him as he stood outside your dorm room. It was Valentine’s Day and while that usually meant just staying indoors and ordering takeout with you like any other date, Baji felt like he had to do something extra for you this year to cheer you up.

He wasn’t used to expressing his affection for you verbally, especially not in a letter since his handwriting was horrible and he couldn’t spell to save his life, but this is what lots of guys did for their girlfriends, right? Maybe it would help you feel better.

Swallowing his pride and brushing his embarrassment away, he slips the letter under your door and knocks a few times before rushing to hide behind a nearby wall so you wouldn’t see him.

You, busy sulking on your own in your dorm, jump slightly at the sudden knock on your door. You were embarrassed that you had run away from your boyfriend after he helped you out. Of course you were grateful for his help and having him protect you like that sent butterflies erupting in your stomach, but you had let your classmates' words get to you. You felt undeserving of Baji’s love, how could you possibly deserve his attention when you were just you?

Sighing, you stand from your bed that you were wallowing away on, and approach your door, seeing an envelope in front of it. Curiously, you pick it up and see your name written on it. You look through the peephole of your dorm door but don’t see anyone outside it, opening the door slightly just to make sure no one was there, before closing it again.

You take a seat on your bed again as you open the envelope and begin to read its contents;

Hey Dollface,

Did I scare you off the other day? Or were you embarrassed that I found out you were getting picked on? You know I don’t care about things like that, but I wish you had told me yourself so I could have helped you out sooner. Don’t worry about those idiots, they won’t bother you again, in fact, no one will bother you again, I’ve made it very clear to them that they shouldn’t mess with my girl…

I’m sorry if I upset you for not running after you and giving you space. I should have looked for you and comforted you right away. But just…don’t feel like you’re alone. We’re partners, I want to share the pain you feel and I want to know when someone is bothering you so I can sort it out quickly. I love you too much to see you throw yourself down like that. If anything, I’m the one undeserving of you.

Anyway, it’s Valentine’s Day and I heard guys write stupid letters like these or something, so here it is. I really don’t get it, but if it makes you happy then good. I love you.

From,

You know who, do I really need to say it??

You smile to yourself as you read the letter, it was so like him. Super curt, straight to the point, and probably took him forever to write out properly since the grammar and spelling were perfect. You read through the letter one more time, your eyes always stopping at his words ‘my girl’. You were his girl, despite how many times you may have thought you didn’t deserve his love, Baji would never pretend to be interested in you, he knew what he wanted, and that was you.

The only thing you’d ever picture him doing is pushing you away if you were ever in danger because of him. But he’d never lead you on and pretend to care for you, so why were you so worried in the first place?

You laugh to yourself and quickly grab your things, wanting to see him as soon as possible. Two days without being in his arms was long enough. You open your dorm door, but you definitely don’t expect to see your handsome man in front of you already. He backs you up into your dorm room and closes the door behind him, his eyes never leaving yours.

You could see his red ears, hinting as his embarrassment from his letter, but he still stood tall, his confidence never leaving.

“Did you read it?” He asks, a hand coming up to rub your arms.

Baji had never been one to initiate affection with you, but since dating you for a while and getting used to your touchiness, he finds himself reaching out to you first now more often. He loves it.

“Mhm, thank you,” you smile, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. “I loved it, and I love you. Thank you for stepping in the other day for me…and I’m sorry for running off on you like that without a word, I just felt embarrassed.”

He shakes his head and laughs huskily, pulling you into his arms, his chin leaning on your shoulder as he squeezes you tight, “You don’t need to apologize. It’s my job to look out for you, just know that they won’t be bothering you again. They know what’ll happen if they do.”

You hug him back, missing the feeling of having his arms around you

“I’m sure you did. Thank you,” you hum, before a teasing smile graces your lips, “Happy Valentine’s Day. Such a romantic gesture to threaten my ‘bullys’ for me.”

He groans in your neck, guiding you back to your bed where he pushes you back into the mattress, hovering over you, “Yeah yeah, Happy Valentine’s Day. As long as you’re happy.”

And happy you were as he leaned down to pepper kisses all over your face.

Your day of love was spent cuddled up together with a movie playing in the background as Baji later attempts to cook brunch since it was still early on in the day. It wasn’t perfect, but you could care less as long as you got to spend it with him, that’s all that mattered.

Posted: 2/14/2024

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midnightsun-if · 8 months ago

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To get back to a nicer place, as I wish for this blog to be, you all are more than welcome to send in character asks about the ROs (or any other character) as I’d love to talk about them— you can ask about anyone, even a character you haven’t truly heard that much of. (When I say character asks I mainly mean asking about their backstory, their varying relationships, or whatever you’d like to know about said character… Just wanted to explain myself a bit more in case anyone wished to know that.)

You can also send in some in character submissions too as I know you all enjoyed them the last time I did some of the dialogue responses for the ROs (again you can do it for any of the characters).

Or if you’d like to simply talk about your MC, their RO, or whatever else!

I’d just like to fill up my inbox with some fun asks!

I hope you’re all doing well!!! 💜

#midnight sun #asks

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isitalk · 2 years ago

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Chronicles of Volantes

Hello everyone, after a very long time I have taken to the pen again.

I decided to recycle an old idea of mine and write it as a cyoa WIP.

To play the demo, go here: Chronicles of Volantes (dashingdon.com)

Currently, I have only a ca. 10k snippet of the prologue/Act 1 done and wanted to upload what I have so far to see if there is any interest in the world so far.

Also I have never used tmblr before so I have no idea what I am doing and you are welcome to join me on this wild ride.

The following will be rewritten once I am a little more in the story. It will be more concrete then

Welcome to the world of Ariagon, where flying dragons roam the skies and danger lurks around every corner. Join a diverse cast of characters on a journey of adventure and self-discovery as they explore the breathtaking flying mountains of Volantes. Bond with your very own dragon as you navigate through a world of politics, betrayal, and magic as the impending war on the continent binds you and rips open old wounds. Will you rise to the occasion, use your powers for your own gain or will you even become the villain? The choice is yours as you discover new friendships and perhaps even find romance in this dangerous world. Hold on tight and get ready for a wild ride in the world of Ariagon.

RO’s

Alexander/Alexandra Lapides [M/F] Alex is protective, confident, and ambitious in nature. They are two years your senior and have just always been around. They are heir to one of the most prestigious houses of your kingdom, they are basically your childhood best friend and very close to both you and your twin. A prodigy in all things weaponry and military they and Isaac are in a continuous inofficial contest for the top spot in military matters. Their father holds the position of Knight Commander of the Draco Alas a position that is not hereditary but has been filled by their family for 5 generations. They are expected to live up to their families’ expectations and take their fathers’ place.

Bonddragon: Tiamat

Selene von Flüge [F] Selene is the second in command of the Draco Alas. Her considerable talent in leadership and strategy makes her a formidable officer. She is the youngest in recent history to hold such a high-ranking position with the elite guards. Her amicable character has made her beloved by her subordinates and she is one of the few that can keep up with Alex and Isaac’s talent. Her weapon of choice is the Dragonbow and she has made it her hobby to instruct everyone who shows up once a week. Her lessons have a high return rate for her character more than her teaching methods.

Bonddragon: Cierca

Ciel von Thurn vie Scipio [M/] Ciel is calm, charming, intelligent, and calculating in nature. He spends half of his time with his father in the empire surrounded by the far more dangerous court affairs of Kushar and sometimes jokes that time in Volantes is like a vacation from trying not to be murdered. He has inherited the diplomatic talent from his mother and is very liked in the golden halls. He loves magic and has considerable talent for it, although messing with your soulbond may have not been his brightest idea. Even though he can play the role that is expected of him he is actually an introvert who finds most people quiet energy draining. There is a competition going around the golden halls where nobles try to seduce him [he hates it but strings them along to further his own goals]. For those that hold his affection, there is almost nothing he is not willing to do.

Bonddragon: Saris

Emperor Akin [M] Kushars emperor is either slandered as a warmonger or heralded as a reformer. The empire has tripled in size since he took the throne and is in almost constant conflict with its neighbors. He has 7 concubines, all heirs of conquered territories, but rumour has it he never visits any one of them. One can often find them walking freely around the golden halls, breaking tradition of isolation and for some even chastidy. His rise to the throne was unexpected and sudden and he compensated for the lacking support with force and suppression. The empire is thriving culturally and he is slowly implementing changes that would have been unthinkable under his father. He never talks about his childhood and every portrait and remembrance of his older siblings and the emperor was burned the moment he took his place in the golden halls. You will never see him show up in any of the typical revealing outfits of his court, there are many speculations about what he is hiding under the layers of silky fabric. He has few people close to him and tends to show very clearly who holds his favour and who does not.

Nuru Farouk [M/F] Nuru has been living in Volantes since your 15th birthday when they were sent to take on the role of Kushars diplomat. They are quite young and rumor has it that they were coerced into their role by their stepmother to make space for her own children to take over as the family’s heir. They are amicable and have integrated very well into Volantes Court affairs. Their manipulative nature makes it easy for them to gain allies in the normally quiet court. They seem quite content with their life in Volantes. They have always shown interest in you and you have developed a friendship over the years [you think]. They don’t really get along with Isaac as he can’t handle their manipulative nature. Nuru is a good ally to have and a bad enemy.

Lekani the Beauty [F] Lekani is charming, cunning, and intelligent some would also call her stubborn as she is determined when she set her mind to something she will do everything in her might to reach her goals. Lekani is known around the continent for being the epitome of beauty. Some describe her as almost godess-like. She benefits from her blood relation to the emperor and seems to enjoy more freedom than the average woman of Kushar. She is Akin’s younger sister and their relationship seems to be a close one. She is enamored with the idea of dragons and shows a very keen interest in everything to do with Volantes. Can you trust her or is she only after her own interests?

Sefu the sword saint [N] Sefu is the bodyguard of Akin and the closest person the emperor has to a real friend. They know about his history and were there to pick the royal back up after one event or another. Their abilities with the sword are legendary. They hone it with a dedication that some may call obsession. They are very sceptical of you and never let you out of their sight for long.

Your family Queen Helena of Volantes Your mother is a cunning woman. Some say she seduced your father only for the title of queen. That is not true as the woman hides her warm heart behind a composed front. She is a traditionalist and prefers for your kingdom to keep its neutral status. Is she on to something? She is known for her magic potency and passed her abilities onto you and your sister. She can be an affectionate mother but she also has high expectations. Her expectations have pushed Isaac away and so her focus rests mostly on you.

King Darius of Volantes Darius became king way too soon as his parents perished when he was 12. Darius had to grow up fast after that and people still gossip about how he kept his optimistic nature. He is calm, composed, and kind when reigning over your populace. His charisma makes him very liked by nobles and commoners alike.

Bonddragon: Balruch

Isaac of Volantes: Your beloved twin. You are blessed [or cursed] with your gods’ blessing of the soulbond. You and your twin are bound by magic so old no one knows exactly how it works anymore only that the bond is sacred as it is said to be the reason human and dragonkind found together. What you do know is that you and your dragons share more than just the normal bond. If he dies you die too and history is full of stories of soulbound twins and their dragon counterparts that ended in tragedy. Will you be able to keep each other safe? Isaac is the heir to the flying mountains of Volantes. He may seem like he doesn’t take his responsibilities seriously but those who know him know that he is dedicated and dutiful. His keen intellect hides behind his carefree and optimistic nature and even though he still struggles with sitting still he can if he makes up his mind. He is very athletic because of his preference for physical activities, he is known for being a prodigy with his weaponry and all things military. The relationship with your mother is a bit strained. He feels under pressure and never adequate as his nature contradicts what she expects from him as the heir.

Bonddragon: Vritra

Hannah Volantes Your younger sister is extremely introverted and shy. She only talks to you and Isaac really and prefers the company of books. Sometimes one can find her with the dragons just watching but not really interacting with them. Her intellect is well beyond her years. When she spends time with you and Isaac she is warm and affectionate and loves to cuddle. She loves falling asleep in your company. She has considerable musical talent and loves to play her harp for the dragons whenever they are willing to listen.

Dragons

Saris Saris is Ciels bond-dragon. He is mischievous, intelligent, playful, and curious. Due to his distance from Ciel, he is always looking for a connection. He shares a deep friendship with Falei. He is a pixy/salco dragon which means that he is part of the smallest family of dragons and he takes full advantage of his size to explore and cuddle whenever he can. Saris scales shimmer a rich golden color.

Tiamat Tiamat is proud and protective perfectly falling into his role as Alex’s partner. The Sky Dragon thrives on combat and is the fastest of his generation. He is however unbelievably shy and rarely talks to anyone apart from Alex. His scales are light blue and he is perfectly camouflaged against the sky.

Vritra Vritra is one of the dragon twins. She is bound to her brother like you are to yours. She is adventurous, friendly, and playful. Like Isaaac she prefers physical activities and she loves their rigorous training and combat exercises. As a celestial dragon, she proudly shows her iridescent pearly scales that are reminiscent of moonstone gems.

Balruch TBA

Falei Falei is your bonded dragon. He is the antithesis to his twin sister. Were she likes to stay active he likes to spend his time in calm dranquility, were she is extroverted and friendly he is introverted and prefers the presence of book over people and dragons. His protectiveness makes him a worrier and he likes to be prepared for everything. He shares your talent for magic and is a capable fighter if he has to. Faleis has dark iridescent scales that seem almost abyssmal dark reeling you in towards the nothing but in the sunlight your can watch the star-like patterns dance over his scales, painting pictures of fareaway galaxies.

Hanwa TBA Bahamut TBA Cierca TBA

Codex in the works

Summary

To do

Finish this post

Add a save system.

figure out how to implement nb mc’s

Finish the Prologue/Act 1

figure out how to create Codex that makes sense

Add other important people

Summary

Am I in over my head … Yes, yes I am

#cyoa game #cyoa #choicescript #wip update #interactive fiction #if game #if wip #interactive novel #high fantasy #dragons

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zealouscanonindeer · 11 months ago

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The Ramsey-Kallie babies.

I thought I'd introduce you to the Ramsey-Kallie kids. In my HC, they continue living in Ethan's apartment, only moving to a double condo on a different floor when they are pregnant with Tatum.

The age gap is 3 years between the girls and baby boy is born years later. This is sort of like a part one, I'm thinking of doing one more of when they're all grown up.

1. Jade Ivy Ramsey.

Born : February 3

Nicknames : Jadie girl/Jadie-bug (by Ethan), doll (by Aspen)

Aspen found out she was pregnant with Jade three weeks before their wedding,they decided not to tell anyone immediately so they waited until she was two months along before breaking the news.

Funnily enough,it was Ethan who broached the topic of trying,he had a serious case of baby fever when he visited the paediatric ward and found Penny helpingSienna with the toddlers. After that,all he could think about were their babies together. They talked about it and Aspen always wanted to have kids so they decided there was no time like the present.

Two weeks later,she was pregnant! They were both shocked by how quickly it happened. They did find out the gender,Aspen was too eager to know and Ethan secretly was hoping for a baby girl. He took most things in stride,while during the second month Aspen worried about the baby having all the diseases she could think of(and she knows way too many).

10 hours of labour later,Jade was born. She has Ethan eyes but her mothers smile. Her hair is dark blond,which surprised both her parents cause most people in their families had darker hair except River, Aspen’s sister. She is left handed, just like Aspen.

Personality wise, she is kind, understanding, she has her father's sarcasm, stubborn, ambitious, has a tad bit of a temper.

Ever since she could crawl, she’d follow Ethan everywhere and that didn’t stop anytime soon. She is always pretty good in her academics and later decides to pursue CA course at U Penn. She is the queen of late night study sessions but can't wake up early in the morning.

She LOVES animals, and growing up with Jenner around is a dream come true for her. She also trains in gymnastics and has an amazing voice.

She is a daddy's girl and Ethan is wary of any guy who she might bring home, the thought of it fills him with slight dread.

2. Tatum Caroline Ramsey.

Born : April 16

Nicknames: Tate(by Aspen), Tater tot and little rookie ( by Ethan)

When Jade was a year old, Aspen wanted to start trying again but Ethan felt it was a little too soon for him. However, the idea of having another bundle of joy, the tiny little toesies was enough to make him cave.

It took them almost a year to get pregnant with Tatum, they had crazy schedules, Ethan immersed in the welfare of the hospital and Aspen leading the team, they had a serious lack of quality time. Whatever they did have, they would spend with Jade.

Aspen was distraught with every negative pregnancy test and just before finally getting pregnant, she was seriously worried she couldn't have another child.

After a few months, they both did get tested and everything was fine, they never really thought it would be this tough, especially with how quickly it happened the first time around.

The pregnancy was smooth going but the little lady decided to make an early appearance. She was born almost five weeks prior to the due date. The two days, she was in the NICU were singlehandedly the most terrifying days in Ethan's life.

Tatum is a mini version of Aspen, with the same dark brown locks and dark honey orbs, cheeky smile and teasing attitude. Just like her mother, she is hilarious and she has definitely inherited her mother's sass,including Penny's love for sleep. Ethan loves seeing his Penny in his daughter.

He has a special place for Tatum in his heart( not that he loves any of his other children less) with all the complications leading up to her birth. It's a tiny version of his wife and he is absolutely delighted. He often calls her little rookie.

She is definitely the quieter one of the two. She loves her cuddles, content to sit in her daddy's lap when he's reading research papers and case studies or even working in his home office. That's how she learns to read, at the age of 4. Loves food and cooking, often Ethan and her will cook while Jade and Aspen prefer to do the dishes.

She is a math genius,skips two classes and graduates from HS a year early. She purses a career in acturial science, graduating from Northeastern University in Boston. She trains in swimming and loves observing people from afar, so she takes up sketching.

As a child, she always gets into some kind of mischief, once breaking her leg and even having a pulled elbow. Ethan is always on his A game, ready to catch her anytime.

Here are some adorable Tatum videos, I'll make a masterlist of the Jade ones soon.

3. Jonah Kallie Ramsey

Born : August 19

Nickname: Bud or buddy other than that he prefers being called by his name.

This time around, Ethan insisted on having Kallie as the middle name. He had always assumed they would hyphenate but when Aspen had taken his last name, she wanted all the kids to have just Ramsey.

With Jonah, they weren't trying, it was unplanned. He was born 8 years after Tatum, so the age gap was pretty big. Both the girls wanted a baby brother and their parents shared the sentiment.

Aspen was pregnant at 39 this time around so they were wary of any complications. She had a minor blood pressure issue and had to be on complete bed rest the last 3 months. It was the most difficult pregnancy of the three for her, with her being at a higher position at the hospital and such, however Ethan, who had stepped down from his position as Chief shortly after Tatum's birth took Aspen's place as she decided to go on a much needed sabbatical.

Jonah was born 4 days after his due date and her labour almost lasted for 19 hours. Jonah was the easiest baby, never really crying too much and easily falling into a schedule.

His first word was actually 'Tate'. He is the baby of the family and both his sisters spoil him to death. He and Ethan go bike riding all the time and he loves carpentering with Alan every time they visit Providence.

He loves detective stories and mysteries which Aspen would read to him at bedtime. He plays basketball and tennis. He also plays the piano and enjoys gardening with his Nana.

He goes on to join the CIA earning a double major in criminal justice and foreign affairs from Florida State University.

He is very polite and just, shares Ethan's moral compass and values at the same time realises the reality of grey areas in life. He is passionate, calm outgoing, friendly and a good leader. He looks very much like Ethan, the only real difference is that his eyes are a little on the greener side as compared to his father's.

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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 156

warnings: nsfw, john’s pov (i love how that’s a warning lmao) HMH Masterlist

The shop is always so peaceful and quiet in the mornings. The sun peeks in through the windows and shines on the the floor, leaving the shadows of the window panes. The plants that Y/N bought look so nice and green in the sunlight, and they add some color to the shop. I told her that the shop doesn’t need any more plants, but who am I to say no to her? She’s just too damn cute.

I grab the watering can and fill it up with some water in the bathroom, then I stop and turn around to head into the office to grab the plant food Y/N bought for the plants. I can already hear her right now telling me to ‘feed her babies’. I smile a little when I think about her, then I add a few drops of the liquid to the water and slosh it around to mix it up before I head back out to water the plants.

Looking over at the door, I see Tony knocking on the door to be let in, so I set the watering can aside and walk over to unlock the door.

“Hey, Mr. Wick.” Tony says, and I let out a small laugh. He shakes his head and laughs, “John, sorry. It just feels wrong sometimes.”

“No worries.” I grab the watering can and finish watering the plants that are littered throughout the shop, then I wave when Katie walks in, “Hey.”

Katie smiles as she shuts the door, “Surprised to see you here.”

“Yeah,” I laugh as I look at her, “Grace has to take her mom to an appointment this morning, so I’m just opening until she’s able to come in.”

“How’s the Mrs. and the little munchkin?”

I smile at the thought of my beautiful girls back home waiting for me, “They’re good. Both were fast asleep when I left this morning. Ro is cutting another tooth, so it was a sleepless night for all of us last night, which isn’t great since we have Ronan’s nine month checkup this afternoon.”

“Oh,” Katie grimaces, then she nods as she walks over to me, “My nephew is teething. I know how hard that is. My condolences.”

“Thanks. I’ll pass them along.” I smile, then I look over at Tony as he begins to go through a box of books we just got. I walk over to change to the sign on the door to let people know we’re open, then I take another quick walk around the shop to make sure everything is in place.

There’s a new shipment of toys and books for the kid’s section, so I walk into the office and grab it so I can put them out on the shelves. I smile when I open the box and see the stuffed animals inside, and I grab out the little pig and set it aside for a very special girl who I know will love it. I grab out several stuffed animals and clip them to the rope for toys, then I set books out on the display before I stand back and admire my work a little.

There’s a few things that I need to get done this morning; just some more shipments of new books and things, and I also need to make the schedule for next week, then I can finally head home to see my girls.

Since Grace came in a little early, I was able to get out early as well, which is great since Y/N probably needs my help to get Ro ready for the day. It’s only a little after 10, so I decide to call her to see if she’s eaten anything yet--I know Ro will have eaten by now, but Y/N tends to forget about herself.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi, are you on your way home?”

I smile as I nod, “I am, I just wanted to call and see if you’ve eaten yet.”

“I just fed Bug, now we’re laying in bed just relaxing.”

I nod my head again since I know she hasn’t eaten, “Okay, well, I’ll be home in about 15 minutes.”

Y/N laughs when Ronan babbles loudly into the phone, “She said that she wants you to hurry up because she misses her daddy.”

“Well, I’ll be there soon,” I laugh, turning down the street to the bagel shop, “I love you.”

“Don’t take too long, I miss you!”

Nodding my head, I laugh a little, “I miss you too. I’ll be there shortly.”

“Okay, I love you.”

“I love you too, peach.”

Walking into the house, I smile when Bleu trots over to greet me, then he runs back to the stairs and looks at me, like he’s telling me that the girls are upstairs. I follow him upstairs and smile when I turn the corner and see Y/N standing in front of the mirror as she fixes her romper thing she’s wearing.

“Hi.” I smile, and she looks over at me and perks up. She has a little hop in her step as she walks over and wraps her arms around my waist, then she kisses me several times before she leans back and looks down to see that I have stuff in my hands, “I bought you breakfast.”

“What? Baby, that’s so sweet.” she smiles as she looks up at me, then she stands on her tiptoes to kiss me again. “Ro is napping right now, but she should be up soon.”

I nod my head as I hand the bag and orange juice to her, “Go eat. I can get her when she’s up.”

“Best man ever,” she smiles, and I pat her behind as she walks past. She turns around and scrunches her eyebrows, “Aren’t you coming with me? She won’t be up for another 15 minutes, I’m sure.”

“Yeah, I’m coming with.” I laugh, and she smiles as she turns around and heads downstairs with me behind her. She sits down on the couch and looks up at me with big curious eyes, and I laugh, “What?”

Y/N shakes her head as she shrugs, then she reaches in for her bagel and sees there’s one for me as well. She hands it to me and sits back on the couch as she begins to pulls pieces off. It’s a little habit that she has which I find adorable--instead of just biting into the bagel like most, she’ll pull off small parts and eat them.

“How’s the shop? Oh, did you water the plants?”

“I did,” I nod as I look at her, “I even put the plant food in it.”

Y/N smiles as she looks at me, “Thank you. They’re getting big, aren’t they?”

“They are. The one has really long vines that are starting to hang down.”

“Ooh, I can cut them off and make a whole new plant.” she says, and I smile as I reach over to wipe away the cream cheese on her lip. “The shop was good though?”

I nod, leaning forward to take a drink of her orange juice, “Yeah, Tony and Katie came in, then Grace came in a little later since her mom had an appointment.”

Y/N hums as she nods, “That’s why she was coming in late. I completely forgot. I wanted to send her and her mom some flowers because she’s starting chemo, I should do that now.”

“Baby,” I put my hand out and stop her from getting up, “Sit down.”

Y/N widens her eyes a little as she sits back down, “What?”

“Just sit down,” I laugh as she looks at me as her eyes grow sad, “I just want to sit with you for a few minutes.”

A smile spreads across her face as she moves closer to me, “You just want me to yourself?”

“Yes!” I laugh as I nod, then I pull her closer to kiss her a few times. I lean back to look at her as she keeps her eyes closed and smiles softly, then she opens her eyes and pecks me quickly before she finishes her bagel. “After Ro’s appointment in a bit, I have somewhere I want to bring you two. I just heard about it the other day, so I wanted to surprise my girls, but I knew you’d think it was weird if I started driving in the opposite direction of home after we leave the doctor.”

Y/N perks up and smiles, “A surprise?”

“Yup.” I nod, then I lean over to kiss her. I look over my shoulder when I hear Bleu whimpering at the top of the stairs to let me know Ronan is awake, then I kiss Y/N again before I get up.

“Give me a hint!” Y/N says as she kneels on the couch, and I look over at her and shake my head before I head upstairs. “Ugh! You’re the worst!”

I laugh as I look at her, “You just said I was the best man ever five minutes ago.”

“Okay, well, you are the best man ever,” she says, smiling as sweet as she can so I’ll give her a hint, but I shake my head and continue walking upstairs.

Pushing the door open to Ronan’s room, I smile and wave at her as she stands up and reaches up for me. I walk over to turn off her noise machine, then I get a new diaper out since she’ll need to be changed.

“Hey, Bug.” I smile as I walk over to get her from her crib, and I hug and kiss her as she stretches out a little. “You’re stinky.”

“She gets that from you.” Y/N says as she walks in, then she smiles and waves at Ronan before I lay her down to change her.

I make noises and faces at Ronan to keep her from getting fussy while I change her diaper, then I quickly put a new one on and look over to see what Y/N is picking for Ronan to wear. She holds up a little onesie that is a pale pink, then she grabs something else, but I don’t know what they’re called.

“Look at these,” Y/N smiles, holding up the outfit for Ronan, “Tess bought it the other day.”

“What are those called?”

Y/N scrunches her face up as she thinks, “Uh, I don’t know. I think my mom always called them bloomers. I just call them ruffle butt shorts.”

I laugh as I look down at Ronan, then I hold her as she stands up in front of me. Y/N pulls the onesie over Ronan’s head and gets her arms through it, then she snaps it closed before she pulls on the little shorts with the ruffles on the butt.

“So pretty!” she smiles as Ronan squeals.

“No bow today?” I ask, and Y/N scoffs as she shakes her head since we both know Ronan will just rip it off. “How was she this morning?”

Y/N grabs out the little sandals for Ronan, then she sets them aside before she grabs her things to pack for the day, “Uh, pretty good actually. After you left this morning, I went back to bed since she was still sleeping, then she finally woke up around…8. She ate, we played, then she went down for her nap. She’s been good. Still drooling quite a bit.”

“How are you?” I ask, and Y/N stands up straight and looks at me. “How are you, mom? Are you still hungry?”

“No.” she shakes her head and smiles as she walks over to me, then she places her hand on the back of my neck and pulls me down to her lips, “How did I get so lucky?”

I laugh as I shake my head, “I ask myself how I got so lucky every day.”

Ronan babbles as Y/N and I look into each other’s eyes, then we look at her and smile when she bounces in my arms.

“Who’s this big guy, huh?” Y/N asks, and Ronan giggles, “Is that your daddy? Your dada?”

A smile spreads across my face when I hear Ronan babbling and saying ‘dada’ over and over, and I smother her little face in kisses. She tilts her head back and giggles loudly when I tickle her, then she looks at her momma and reaches for her.

“Oh, I’ll protect you!” she laughs as she takes her, then she makes a loud chomping noise in the crook of her neck as Ronan giggles loudly. Y/N leans back to look at Ronan as she laughs, then she looks over at me.

“Man, she’s really starting to look like you.” I laugh as I look at them, then I shake my head, “I think she’s momma’s twin lately.”

Y/N smiles as she looks over at Ronan, “It’s the dimple in the right cheek. She still looks just like her daddy. She’s gorgeous.”

“She is,” I nod, then I cup Y/N’s cheek, “So are you, peach. You look beautiful today.”

“It’s makeup and coffee,” she says as we laugh, then she nods, “Lots of makeup.”

I shake my head and lean down to kiss her, “It’s not. You’re just beautiful, baby.”

Y/N leans back and smiles at me, “Thank you, handsome.”

“Now because of this surprise, the only hint I’ll give you is that maybe you should bring a change of clothes for bug.” I say, and Y/N perks up, “It’s an outside surprise.”

“Am I dressed okay?” she asks, looking down at her outfit before she looks up at me.

I nod my head and smile, “Definitely. I just thought you’d want to bring a change of clothes for her in case she gets dirty. I’m gonna need some pictures of my girls, but we can take those right away before she gets dirty.”

Y/N cocks up her eyebrow and smirks, “I’m very curious.”

“You’re gonna love it.” I smile at her, then I leave the room.

Ronan’s appointments always make me so nervous, Y/N as well. We both know that Ronan is a happy and healthy little girl, but there’s always that small fear that something could be wrong with her. An underlying illness we don’t know about. It stresses us out.

Y/N is holding Ronan in her lap as best as she can since she’s fighting to be put down, but as soon as she lets go of her, she’ll open every cupboard in here. She scoots her up in her arms as Ronan fusses a little, and I lean over to tickle Ronan’s belly and hopefully calm her down. The door finally opens as Doctor Marlene walks in, and I reach out to shake her hand before she sits down on the chair and places Ronan’s chart in her lap.

“Hi, Ronan.” she smiles as she reaches out to tickle her tummy, and Ronan cries as she squirms, “You can put her down.”

“Are you sure? She’s a handful.” Y/N grimaces, “She’ll get into everything.”

Doctor Marlene laughs as she reaches over and tugs on the cupboards, “Baby proof.”

Y/N lets Ronan off her lap, but she keeps her eye completely fixed on her until I reach over and pat her thigh a little to calm her down.

“Alright,” Doctor Marlene inhales and opens the chart as she sets it on the desk, “Is she eating well?”

“Oh, yeah.” Y/N laughs as we look at each other, “She’s been eating a variety of baby foods, but she still gets formula. She’s drinking from a sippy cup. We’ve even managed to get her to drink from a real cup a few times, we’re very proud.”

Doctor Marlene chuckles, “Oh, that’s always so exciting though. How’s her sleep? She sleeping okay?”

“Yeah,” I nod as Y/N smiles, “She sleeps through the night, maybe once or twice she’ll fuss a little and one of us will go soothe her, but for the most part, she’s doing good. Getting two naps during the day as well.”

“Good, good.” she nods, then she looks at us again, “How’s the poopy diapers? Consistency and color been changing a bit with the introduction of foods?”

I laugh as Y/N looks at me and raises her eyebrows, “Yeah, got a bit of a scare the other day when I changed her and noticed her…poop wasn’t the right color. Y/N had to remind me that we had been feeding Ronan peas for a few days.”

“Hey, we’ve all been there,” Doctor Marlene laughs, and we all look over at Ronan as she toddles around the room, “I see she’s walking really well. When did that start?”

“June 14th,” I say, and Y/N smiles softly when I look at her, “We were sitting in the living room playing, and next thing we knew she was walking over to us after she had crawled away.”

“Hmm, so she’s sitting with no support, pulling herself up, and walking,” Doctor Marlene smiles, then she looks over at Ronan when she says ‘dada’ and walks to me, “And saying ‘dada’.”

Y/N laughs and reaches over to pinch Ronan’s cheek, “Her first word, of course. ‘Mama’ wasn’t far behind though, I have to brag a little.”

Doctor Marlene smiles, then she inhales deeply, “Well, let’s get the worst part over with.”

I sit back and watch as the doctor lifts up Ronan and sets her on the scale, then she quickly jots down on her chart. She looks over her shoulder at Y/N and smiles when she gets up to help. I would walk over to help, but the room is small and I don’t want to crowd around them.

“26 inches.” Y/N laughs, then she looks over at me, “I think she’s gonna be short.”

“Just like her mom.” I smile, and Y/N looks over at me again as she smiles.

Ronan giggles when Y/N picks her up and holds her, then she squeals loudly as Y/N laughs and walks over to sit with me. Doctor Marlene sits back down and smiles as she looks through Ronan’s chart, then she looks up at Ronan and pinches her chunky leg.

“She needs one shot today.” she says, and I nod as I look over at Ronan in Y/N’s lap, “Just one quick little shot, and you’re free to go. She’s usually good with her shots.”

“She is,” Y/N smiles as she kisses Ronan’s cheek, then she hands her to me since I’m closer to the doctor.

I take Ronan and set her in my lap, then I hold her legs a little since she’s kicking them. Doctor Marlene starts to sing and dance a little as she squeezes Ronan’s legs and arms to keep her in a good mood, then she gets the needle ready and smiles at Ronan.

Doctor Marlene sings to distract Ronan, then she smiles and gives her the shot, “Boop!”

Ronan stares at the doctor for a moment with her wide brown eyes, then she kicks her legs and laughs. Y/N leans over to kiss her cheek, then she smiles as she looks up at me.

Doctor Marlene laughs, “Such a good kiddo. You’re all set!”

“Thank you.” Y/N smiles as she gets Ronan dressed.

“Enjoy this weather, it’s gorgeous today.” she says, then she waves at Ronan, “Bye-bye.”

Ronan looks up at the doctor and waves, then she squeals and looks up at Y/N as she pulls her little bloomers back on. She puts Ronan on her hip and turns around to look at me, then she smiles and leans down to kiss me.

“Ready?”

“Yup,” I stand up and hold the door open for my girls, then I smile as they walk out and look at me.

Even though Ronan’s eyes are brown like mine, she looks so much like her mom when I look into her eyes. They both have this curiosity in them, and they both can bring me to my knees. I love them so much, and I couldn’t imagine my life without my girls.

“Now onto my surprise,” I say, and Y/N looks at me and grins as she squints her eyes, still trying her hardest to guess.

Both of the girls fell asleep on the drive, but to be fair, it was almost an hour long drive and neither of them got much sleep last night. I almost contemplated just driving back home since they’re so tired, but I know Y/N would probably be upset and feel bad since she’d think she’d ruined my big surprise or something.

I park the car and turn it off before I reach over and gently rub the back of my hand against Y/N’s cheek to wake her up, and I smile when she inhales deeply and opens her eyes a little.

“Oh god, I fell asleep.” she whispers, then she looks over at me and laughs, “That’s embarrassing.”

“You’re tired.” I smile at her as I shrug, “It’s okay.”

Y/N yawns as she sits up, then she pulls down the visor so she can check herself in the mirror. She rotates her neck a little and looks over her shoulder to check on Ronan, then she smiles at me before she looks around to see we’re in a parking lot.

“Oh, our surprise?”

“Yup,” I nod, then I pucker my lips for a kiss. She smiles as she leans over to kiss me, then she cups my face and leans back to look at me. I give her another kiss before we both look back at Ronan as she begins to make noise, then I kiss the palm of Y/N’s hand. “I’ll get her.”

Getting out of the car, I pop the trunk and open the back door to get Ronan out, then I kiss her cheek and bring her to the back so I can change her diaper. Y/N looks around as she stands next to me, and I smile when she stands on her tiptoes to get a look at where we are.

“Nice try,” I laugh, and Y/N scoffs and playfully rolls her eyes. “You only have to wait a few more minutes.”

Y/N points at the stroller, silently asking if we need it, and I nod my head since we probably will. I’ll push it if Ronan ends up wanting to walk, but most likely she’ll get tired from walking after a while. Y/N smiles when I put Ronan in the stroller, then she watches as I grab Ro’s bag and her purse and stuff them into the basket under the stroller.

“Alright…” I smile at Y/N, and I place my hand on her back as we begin to walk. “Have any idea?”

“To be honest…” Y/N laughs as she shakes her head, “No.”

I smile as I lean down to kiss her, then I look around before I move my hand down to her ass and squeeze it. I spank her a few times as we walk through the parking lot, and Y/N shakes her head and laughs quietly.

“You look so good today.” I whisper to her, and she raises her eyebrows and looks up at me. “Maybe mom and dad can have some alone time later?”

“I was really hoping for that.” she smiles, nodding her head.

I place my hand on her back again as we walk up to the gate, and I see Y/N perk up more as I walk over to pay for our tickets. The woman behind the counter leans up to see Ronan in the stroller, then she smiles before she slides two tickets across for me and Y/N.

I give the woman a smile and wave as we walk through the gate, then I turn around and look at Ronan, “You’re free because you’re so little!”

“Thank god…” Y/N laughs, “12 bucks for a toddler is ridiculous!”

Shaking my head, I let out a small laugh as I walk over to Y/N and kiss her. She smiles as she looks at me, then she looks around and perks up when she looks into the distance.

“Is that…”

“500…thousand sunflowers.” I say, Y/N gasps as she looks over at me, “And guess what? We can even pick some to take home. They have seeds too that we can take home and plant.”

Y/N smiles as she looks around, then she points, “There’s even a little barnyard.”

“See why I wanted to bring a change of clothes for bug?” I ask, and she nods her head and laughs, “I want to get some pictures of us all first, then we can change her. I should have brought Bleu. We could take some family pictures here today.”

When Y/N sees the petting zoo with goats, she gasps loudly and grabs my arm, yanking me along with her. I push Ronan’s shoulder, laughing as I try to keep up with my wife.

Pressing a kiss to Ronan’s cheek, I rock her back and forth, then I smile when Y/N leans up to kiss her too. She rubs her hand over Ronan’s hair and smiles, then she kisses her again before I lay her down in her crib.

Y/N walks over and stands by the door and smiles when I look at her, then she gestures to the kitchen. I nod my head and look back down at Ronan, then I walk over to turn on her nightlight and noise machine before I close the door behind me a little.

From the top of the stairs, I can see the slightest glimpse of Y/N as she cleans up the mess in the kitchen, so I head down to help her.

She’s been a little more quiet since we got home, and she keeps staring at me and looking away when I look at her. I feel like there might be something weighing on her mind, and I want her to be open and talk with me about it.

“She down?”

“Out like a light.” I laugh, then I reach over to grab the condiments on the counter to put them away. “Are you tired?”

Y/N sighs, “A little, but I feel like I won’t be able to sleep again tonight. She’s been good today and her teeth aren’t bothering her too bad, but I just…don’t think I’ll sleep that well tonight.”

“Are you okay?” I ask as I look at her, and she nods, wiping down the counter with a wet rag. “Baby…”

“I’m okay.” she says as she looks up at me.

I hold her gaze for a moment, then I walk over to put away the clean dishes. I bump into Y/N’s backside when she moves, and I spank her a few times as she quietly laughs.

Usually I’d get some cheeky comment from her, or she’d just bend over the counter so I’d spank her again, but she just smiles and moves past. Very unlike her.

I watch as Y/N stands at the counter for a moment and looks around, probably thinking of what she’s going to clean next, and I walk over and stand behind her. I reach up to move her hair off her shoulder, then I lean down and kiss her neck, hoping like hell she’s going to give me the invitation to take this further. She tilts her head back against my chest and smiles--that’s a yes--and I look down as I move my hands up to her breasts. She’s only wearing a tank top since it was a little warmer in the house when we got home earlier, and I can see she’s not wearing a bra.

Reaching up, I pull the strap of her tank top down to reveal her breast, then I caress it in my hand before I twist and roll her nipple between my finger and thumb. Y/N lets out a small breath as she leans back against my chest, then she looks down and watches as I pull the other strap of her tank top down. I suck and kiss on her neck as she leans back in my arms, then I turn her around and lift her onto the counter.

We maintain eye contact for a moment, then I reach up and pull her shirt off before our lips meet for a kiss. She tugs my shirt up a little, so I stand back and pull it off, then I’m right back to kissing her again. Cupping her face in my hand, I slide my tongue into her mouth and hum when I taste hers, then I pull her shorts off. She kisses my forehead and cheek as I help her get her underwear off, then she lays back and spreads her legs as I dive between them. I immediately dip my tongue deep into her pussy to get a good taste, then I suck on her clit as she squirms a little.

“Shit, yeah, keep doing that.” she whimpers, then she reaches down to tug my hair a little, “Oh, fuck!”

I reach down to pull my pants and boxers off, then I stroke myself as I continue to eat her out. I kiss along her thighs as she sits up and breathes heavily, then she watches as I scoot her closer. She reaches forward and takes me into her hand, stroking me a few times, then she positions me between her legs and looks at me as I slide in deep. My eyes roll shut when I feel her wet and warm for me, and I reach up and kiss her as I slowly thrust my hips.

“Wait…” she whispers to me, then she hops off the counter and leans over. I slide back between her legs and put my hand over her mouth since I know she’s going to moan loudly, and I smile when she does. “Oh, shit.”

“Ah, fuck…” I laugh quietly, “I’m never gonna last.”

Y/N chuckles a little as she looks over her shoulder at me, “I know.”

Placing my hands on her waist, I pull her down onto me harder and faster as we both pant loudly, and she puts her head down and moans against the granite countertop. She clings the side of it as I roll my hips, then she reaches back and places her hand on my stomach.

“Slow down…” she whispers, then she leans up a little, “Let me feel every inch of you.”

I lean over her back as I slowly slide in and out of her wet pussy, then I reach up and slide my finger into her mouth as we both moan. She sucks on my middle finger as I fuck her slowly, then she squeezes her eyes shut and nods for me to pick up the pace. I jerk my hips faster and harder knocking the breath out of her every time, then I lean down and suck on her neck before moving up to the spot behind her ear that always drives her crazy.

“John,” she moans softly, reaching back to place her hand on the back of my neck to pull me closer, then she moans when I begin rubbing circles on her clit, “Keep going, keep fucking me, don’t stop!”

Panting against her shoulder, I grip her sides tighter as she moans, then I let out a small laugh when I feel her rolling her hips to ride out her orgasm and letting out a string of moans, curse words, and my name.

“Oh shit, John, oh fuck…” she moans, then she leans over the counter and looks back at me as I stand up and fuck her harder to bring on my orgasm. She closes her eyes and leans her head against the counter, and I look down to watch as I slide and out of her wet pussy.

“Shit…” I whisper quietly, then I grip her sides tight as I lean over her and groan loudly, spilling inside of her as I squeeze my eyes shut and see colors dancing between them. “Oh, fuck…”

Y/N leans over so she can see me, then she smiles as she tilts her head back to kiss me, “Thank you. I needed that.”

I laugh breathlessly as I nod, “I did too.”

Y/N moves from in front of me and grabs her shirt from the counter and grabs her shorts, then she walks away as I stand there with my pants around my ankles. I watch as she walks upstairs to our room, and I furrow my brow a little by her cold demeanor.

I pull my pants up and grab my shirt, then I head upstairs to see if she’ll talk to me. I watch her as she walks around the bedroom and throws her clothes into the laundry basket, then she opens the drawer and pulls out a nightgown to put on. I slouch a little when she walks into the bathroom to brush her teeth, and I sit down on the bed.

After a few minutes, Y/N comes out of the bathroom and smiles softly as she walks over to get into bed. I raise my eyebrows when she looks up at me, and she furrows her brow and laughs.

“Well…”

“What?” she laughs, grabbing lotion to rub into her hands.

I exhale a little as I pull my jeans off and toss them into the laundry basket along with my shirt, then I walk over to sit on Y/N’s side of the bed.

“What’s going on with you?” I ask as I reach for her hands, “Are you okay? Talk to me.”

Y/N looks up at me and sighs as she closes her eyes, “It’s stupid. Like, it’s seriously the dumbest thing ever. You’re going to laugh over how stupid it is.”

“It’s not stupid if it’s making you upset.” I say, and Y/N shrugs a little as she nods. “Talk to me.”

Y/N inhales deeply and sits up to take my hands, “I couldn’t sleep last night because I just kept having such bad…nightmares.”

“Like when you were pregnant?”

“Yeah,” she nods as she looks at me, “I’m obviously not pregnant, I’m on birth control again, but…yeah, they were bad nightmares.”

I look down at Y/N’s hand as I rub my thumb over her wedding ring, “Is that why you’ve been staring at me all day?”

“Well, that, and you’re just so handsome!” Y/N laughs as she shrugs, then she rolls her eyes, “It’s so dumb, I don’t even want to say it but I know you’ll be upset if I don’t say it--just like I would be if the roles were reversed.”

“Right…”

Y/N takes a deep breath and leans back against the headboard, “I had a few dreams last night, and one was like…we were together, but we lived in an apartment and it was late at night. You came home at like, 3 in the morning with pizza, and you were…wearing a suit, and you were sweaty and bloody. You came home, we ate, went to bed, and that was it. It was just us in this little one bedroom apartment in NYC. We had nothing. Almost like we moved around a lot or something, like we couldn’t ever stay in one place. It wasn’t scary, but it was kind of like a glimpse of what our life would be like had we gone in a different direction. I just woke up and felt…sad and empty, and I can’t explain why.”

“You were sad because that’s a terrible life. Who the hell would want that life?” I laugh, and Y/N shrugs as she looks at me, “That’s certainly not a life that I would want for me or for you, especially not for you. The moment I realized how important you were to me, which was fairly quickly, that was the moment I realized that that old life wasn’t the one I wanted anymore. I want this life. I want to sit on the couch and do nothing with you, which we’re very good at. I want to go swimming with my girls, go see beautiful flowers, and surprise my babies with things. I want to raise my children with the love of my life, and I can’t really do that when I have a gun in my hand and I’m constantly leaving home, now can I?”

Y/N bites her cheek as she nods, “Right.”

“I also think you were sad because in this nightmare of yours, what’s the one thing we didn’t have that we can’t live without?” I say, and she looks at me, furrowing her brow, “Ronan Charlotte.”

She laughs as she nods her head, “God, I can’t imagine our life without her, John. She is the most precious thing to me. You and her are so fucking important to me. If I lost you or her--”

“I’m not leaving,” I whisper as I cup her face, and she nods again. “Was that your only nightmare?”

“I had another one where you cheated on me with someone at the shop.” she says quickly, and I furrow my brow and laugh. “I know! I know how stupid it is. I can’t control my brain when I’m asleep, Jonathan!”

I shake my head as I lean over to kiss her a few times, “I love you, but sometimes your brain is…”

“Dumb! I know!” she laughs, then she shakes her head and looks at me, “I know it won’t happen, so don’t even prepare your speech.”

Putting my hands up in defense, I laugh, “Okay, fine.”

“It isn’t anything you do or don’t do, okay?” she says, and I nod. “It’s not our relationship, it’s not how you treat me, it’s not you at all. I promise. It’s...it’s me. It’s my past, and it’s not fair to you. It’s not fair that I can’t get those thoughts out of my head and you end up thinking you’re not doing a good job at loving me. I promise you, John, I know that you love me, and I know that you love the life that we have. I know you’re not going to stray or find someone else.”

I reach over and wipe away the tear on her cheek, “There is no one else. There’s only you. Only you are on my radar.”

Y/N smiles softly as she leans into the palm of my head, “It’s unfair to you because you say shit like that.”

“I’d never leave.” I whisper as I move closer to her, “I’m not leaving. No matter what. Not unless you scream in my face that you hate me.”

“I would never do that,” Y/N sniffles as she leans up to cup my face and kiss me, “I love you more than I can put into words.”

I wrap my arms around Y/N and hug her tight, then I lean back and look at her, “I know that this is all because of your ex. I know that. Every now and again, you worry about things that aren’t going to happen because someone has made you paranoid and made you feel like you don’t deserve the life that we have. I’m the same way. For a different reason. But I’m the same way.”

“I don’t want you to get sick of me when I ask for a little reassurance,” she whispers holding my gaze, “Because I should know how you feel, but sometimes I need more reassurance than usual and you’re always there to give it to me, but I don’t want you to get sick of it.”

I let out a small laugh, “You think I’m going to get sick of telling you how much I love you and adore you? We’ve been together for almost three years, and I tell you every day. I will never get sick of it. I love telling you those things because I love you and I want to make you happy. You do the same for me. When I’m getting in my head about things, you pull me back to where I need to be: here.”

“I feel safe and secure with you, which is why I turn to you when I need a little reassurance. I have some self-doubt, I know you do too, and it bottles up over time no matter how well we love one another.” she says, and I nod my head in agreement. “And when it gets too overwhelming for me to handle, it spills over, and that’s when I come to you. Thank you for always being so patient and understanding, I know it can be difficult.”

“Loving you has never been difficult--nothing about you is difficult.” I smile at her, and she tilts her head a little as she tears up, “I was made to love you. I was wired perfectly to love you. And the way your heart was perfectly crafted to be so loving and understanding of me, it’s obvious that you were made to love me too.”

Y/N looks up at me with tears in her eyes, and they spill out when she blinks. She sits up and kneels on the bed as we kiss, then she pulls me down on top of her. She sniffles a little as I hover just above her lips, and she smiles a little as she nods.

“I love you.” I whisper to her, watching a tear slide down her cheek, “I love you, and that will never change.”

“I love you too.” she whispers back, then she lifts her nightgown a little as I pull my cock free from my boxers. She gasps as I slide between her legs, then she clings to me, her body shaking a little from the pressure of me between her legs, “I love you.”

I smooth Y/N’s hair away from her face as I hold her gaze, then I lean down to kiss her softly as I roll my hips, “The love of my life.”

“Love of my life,” she whispers, then she closes her eyes and clings to me as I lean down to make love to her.

As I walk past the laundry room, I see Ronan sitting at Y/N’s feet as she puts in a load of dirty clothes. Ronan pulls herself up on Y/N’s leg and squeals when she turns around and sees me kneeling down to take her. She walks over to me as she wobbles a little, then she reaches up. I pick her up and toss her in the air, then I kiss her cheek and walk over to kiss Y/N.

“This is the last load, and we’re officially done with laundry.” she says as she looks over to kiss me, “I think we’ve washed everything in the house.”

I laugh, nodding my head, “I did about 5 loads of clothes yesterday. I didn’t realize we had so many clothes.”

“Imagine what it’ll be like with another baby,” she laughs, then she leans over and tickles Ronan’s tummy as she talks in her mom-voice, “Lots of socks and poopy pants, and that’s just because of your dad!”

“Hey,” I laugh as she looks up at me, “I’ll have you know, I haven’t pooped my pants in weeks!”

Y/N laughs as she nods, “Ah, the potty training paid off, Ro!”

I reach out for Y/N’s hand after she shuts the washing machine and turns it on, then I walk with my girls to the living room. I set Ronan down on the floor near her toys, then I sit down on the couch with Y/N and wrap my arm around her shoulder to hold her.

“Thanks for last night,” she whispers, and I smile as I lean down to kiss her. “I slept really well and didn’t have any nightmares.”

“Good,” I smile, and she leans closer to me to rest her head on my shoulder, “I should run to the store in a bit, huh?”

Y/N looks up at me and nods, “My parents are coming around 5, and who knows when Tess will show up.”

“I’ll go in a bit then. I got a few hours to just relax with my girls. Oh, wait…” I lean down to kiss her again, then I get up to grab the bag from the kitchen, “I forgot that I got you girls something yesterday.”

“Ro…” Y/N calls out and claps her hands to get Ronan to come over to her, and she pulls herself up and toddles over.

I hand the bag to Y/N and smile as she leans down and opens it with Ronan, then I laugh when Ronan grabs out the pig stuffed animal and waves it around in the air as she squeals.

“Do you like it?” I ask, and Ronan immediately chews on the ear, “Yup, figured it would be in her mouth within two minutes.”

“Babies.” Y/N laughs, then she looks down at the bag when I gesture to it. She opens the bag again and reaches in for a journal that I saw and thought she’d like. Y/N looks up at me and smiles, “This is beautiful.”

I smile as I lean over to look at it, “It just came in yesterday, same with the little pig, but I saw them and thought my girls deserved a little gift. Ro has her stuffed pig now, and you can use this journal for whatever you want.”

“How about some sweet love notes between me and my husband?” she asks, and I nod my head and smile at her. “We already filled up the other one.”

“Sounds like a good idea.” I smile, then I lean over to kiss her.

Ronan walks over to us with her pig and puts in on my leg, then she reaches up. I pick her up and set her between Y/N and I, and she smiles, drool covering her chin.

“Think she’ll be up all night?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Y/N laughs, then she looks at me, “But we’re Team Wick and we can handle it, can’t we?”

I reach over and tousle her hair, “Of course we can. We’re a team.”

“As long as I got you…”

“You always got me,” I whisper to her, and she smiles, “And you always have Ro too. We’re not going anywhere.”

Y/N smiles as she looks at me, then she leans over and kisses me, “And neither am I.”

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#john wick x you #john wick x y/n #john wick imagine #john wick x reader #fic: hold my hand #i love a cute lil chapter where john is just loving on his girls

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darkfictionjude · 5 months ago

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Etymology nonnie here!

I knew planning an IF was going to be hard. But I didn't imagine how easily it can go into a chaotic disaster.

The thing is, a part of me wants to go to have as many choices as possible. But that's not possible nor responsible. So, I have to impose myself a limit. The problem is that even if you do, some choices do allow for a lot of further branching. Some of it very complex, in comparison with the rest.

And there is also the fact you have to try to keep in mind your branching has to, sometimes, still arrive at the same common plot point. It may arrive differently, of course, but it has to get there nonetheless.

Worse, you also have to consider that certain choices may not have direct and immediate consequences. So you have to plan how it will show after. Keeping it in mind while writing and planning.

I'm not surprised I began to plan and write my first IF the worst possible moment for me to do so. As I plan to write my master's thesis this year. So, it's not like I have all the time in the world for this. And as fun as it is, it's also a bit mentally demanding to the point I'm not sure I can justify doing it as hobbie/recreation time.

What is your way of handling planning your IF, dear Jude? I know there is some flexibility, as you have added things to WWC that came from things discussed here in the blog that otherwise may have not been included. But I also suspect there are things that are set hard in stone. Do you have plans before hand for each episode? Or do you have more of a set of goals for the story and write in a way that simply fills the space between these plot points in a way that makes sense?

Also, why did you decided to do the side quests for WWC? Was it for practicing how to plan branching and all of that for the main story? Or was it more for a writing need (as in: creating a break for the pace's sake; exposing the player to the worldbuilding, both for the supernatural and the human aspects; allow character growth for the MC on their own, without the meddling of the RO's and the Crown family)? Do you plan to include side quests in your future IFs too?

(Hopefully the second set of questions is related enough to the first. I did think they were, but I would understand if you didn't. In which case I could write a second ask if you deem it necessary, that fully focuses on them).

Yeah I also started writing this game at the worst possible moment 😭 write before my semester began

So the way I write is that I write the entire story outline, all the episodes and what they will contain before I begin writing the story proper. Then I go and make another document where I flesh out each given episode I'm on as I cut it up into scenes. Each episode has around 7-8 "scenes." It makes it cleaner and easier to write as to not forget anything vital.

The side quests came to me out of nowhere, which is contradictory to the way I fully plan things out. I'm a contradictory writer as I go back and add things to the individual episode outlines that while don't overall change the form do add something to character. The side quests were to show more of the world as Croun is a very interesting place but as I was writing it I realized that "hey this is good for MC, dangerously stupid at times but good." That's why I began adding this like the first kiss in the fake dating side quest so as to affect MC and as way to make the side quests feel more canon, sometimes side quests feel like non-canon fun routes that MC never acknowledges again.

I don't know if other IFs will include side quests simply because side quests fit in WWC but because it is a small strange town, other IFs take place in a broader world that isn't as a slow paced as it can be living in a town like this.

#writing #we wretched creatures

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selkiewife · 2 years ago

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tell me please, about Ros and Reek, glass garden/houses ( It’s sounds amazig) and gloves angst porn ( i wouldn't be me if I didn't ask about it haha) ❤️

Ahhh! Thank you so much for the ask, @alwayssmiled!

Ros and Reek

So I was rewatching Season 1 of Game of Thrones and during the scene where Ros leaves for Kingslanding, Theon tells Ros: "Yes she'll be very popular until some fat lord comes to visit with a big belly and a little prick and he can't get it up so he knocks all your teeth out." And I just lost my shit with the potential foreshadowing of that line! And then I remembered reading that before season 5 aired, there were theories that the show would use Ros in the Jeyne Poole storyline- since they had already used her to stand in for other characters such as Alayaya. The theory was that Little Finger would use Ros as a proxy for Sansa. And so this AU began forming in my head which is based on the show, but more book stuff is incorporated as well. I just kept having this image in my head when they meet again and Theon is the one with his teeth knocked out and it goes from there... I think it would be very very interesting to explore how incorporating Ros changes the dynamic- just as having Sansa there changed things vs Jeyne in the books. I like that there is still the element of "person who no one cares about" with Ros- but to possibly an even greater extent than Jeyne- because she is lowborn and older. And I also really love the past relationship between Theon and Ros and think that would be really interesting to explore.

Glass Gardens/Glass Houses

This is a book based fic that takes place in my imagined "dream of spring" era. They won against the WW but their lands and society have been completely devastated. Theon is helping to rebuild Winterfell and he is assigned to help rebuild the glass gardens- to grow food (to sow essentially.) During the fic, there will be flashbacks that explain how Bran skinchanged him at certain points for reasons I am still working out. But it was apparently in service of the greater good/to help win the war against the army of the dead. However, this experience has left Theon's mind broken in a way that Ramsay was never able to do. So this is not the laughing in Stannis' face defiant Theon. And that in itself is devastating. There are a lot of unhappy reunions as well! He sees Palla and Beth and Jeyne again and there is so much angst. He watches Jeyne reunite with them- I suppose there is some bittersweet hopefulness for the three girls. But it's the idea of trying to deal with the impossible task of "making amends" when he really can't with a body and mind that has been punished to its limits already. But maybe he can still get something to grow...

Gloves Angst Porn

This was another one inspired by the Greysnow Week prompts that I was unable to finish. It is a show based fic that branches out a bit into book territory because of changed circumstances- Theon is recaptured by Ramsay and tortured after helping Sansa escape. Jon and Sansa find him again after retaking Winterfell. This is actually my first attempt to write porn for Jon and Theon but, in true me fashion it is going to get QUITE the angst filled lead up. Multiple chapters of angst filled lead up lol. There is a little of it below the cut but it's rough:

“Take off your gloves.”

When Jon gives a command it must be obeyed, and yet Reek falters. He can’t say why. Shame? Embarrassment? But Jon has seen him shamed, seen his humiliation more times than Reek can count. It was Jon himself who pulled him off of the saltire after he and Sansa had defeated Ramsay. Somehow though, it never gets any easier.

He turns from where he was feeding the fire and faces Jon.

“My lord?” He asks softly, hoping that he might have misheard him.

Jon stands with his brow creased, studying papers strewn about the desk. He isn’t even looking at him, but at Reek’s question, he raises his eyes.

It is all Reek can do not to shrink back. Jon wants him to be Theon now. Just as Ramsay before him wanted Theon to be Reek. But it is hard to remember. Not his name but.. well, what Theon did what Theon meant. He use to rhyme in his head to remember Reek. Reek, Reek it rhymes with sneak and leak and freak. Theon does not rhyme with anything.

When he tries to grasp the sense of Theon he is met with a void. And the memories of past deeds. People hurt, ghosts clinging to his cloak. Traitor, Murderer. They don’t rhyme but they are true. Still, he is not supposed to be those things anymore. So what is he to do? Reek at least rhymes with seek.

He tries to keep eye contact like Jon wants him too but he fails and drops his eyes like the dog he is. (You shouldn’t make direct eye contact, unless you want to appear to be a threat. And you should never appear to be a threat toward your master. You must wait until your master gives you leave to look.)

“Take off your gloves. I need to see your hands.”

When Reek hesitates again, Jon adds, “Please.”

Because there is nothing else he can do, he turns back toward the fire and begins to peel off the black leather. He can’t tell why he feels the need to turn away from Jon as if he were removing his shirt or trousers. And as soon as he realizes how this modesty must seem to Jon he flushes.

Reek seeks a memory. He tries to grasp the boy he use to be, with his easy confidence and sassy mouth, who could always make Jon flustered with a lewd word or jape. But of course, that boy is no longer there, just this wreck of an old man who trembles if you look at him the wrong way. And if he did truly act like Theon, would Jon let him stay? Jon thought Theon was an ass. And Theon betrayed Robb and burned Winterfell. No that was Ramsay… it’s difficult to keep the different truths in order.

When Theon is finished removing his gloves, he holds his hands up for Jon as if he is confessing a crime. In a way he is. These are ugly hands that bear all the markings of his punishments, the games he would play with Ramsay. Reek made these hands a ruin as much as Ramsay did, for in the end, he was always the one pleading for a finger to be severed. He always made me beg.

Jon studies his hands and Reek studies Jon’s face, trying to discern whether his expression holds disappointment. Jon takes one of his hands in his and Reek shivers.

“Have you been taking care of them? Not biting them I hope?”

Reek swallows. “… A little…I’m sorry… I…”

“Fine,” Jon says gruffly, shutting him up. Jon is trying to make him better, like Ramsay before him tried. And that is good. But Reek knows he will never punish him for things like this, and that is good too.

Jon turns Reek’s hand over and then takes the other one in his other hand. He traces his gloved fingers over the stumps. It’s not as if he is seeing me naked Reek reminds himself. Finally Jon stops and Reek remembers to breathe.

Jon turns and goes back to his desk. He takes a feather and begins writing before he pronounces his sentence. “Tomorrow you will begin training again, with the bow.”

#ask answered #wip game #my wips #theon greyjoy #jon snow #palla #jeyne poole #beth cassel #ros #theon x ros #greysnow #tw torture mention

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sapphic-scylla · 2 years ago

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Very long one. Draconic lore of the world I’m building as well as a rework of Marasenna’s backstory. Also ties in a few mor characters so I can flesh them out more, but Marasenna, the Purveyor of Nightmares is our focus here. Enjoy! @ebevkisk

Ambassador

Marasenna stared out the window of her tower into the endless void of the pocket plane she now resided in. A pool of emotions swirled around in her 150-year old brain. More mature, but still very much a young adult by dragon standards.

Her tower was massive, wide and big enough to fit her full form with a massive opening so she could take off and just fly if she needed to. Her room was filled with trinkets and artifacts. Most dragons did, but most people misunderstood. Dragons lived for thousands of years, if not forever. Years passed by like hours sometimes. Hoards are a dragon’s way of understanding and connecting with the world around them. Most hoarded gold and precious things. Marasenna liked unique items. Swords from honorable people, marks of generational changes, cool machines, interesting rocks. Senna had a gift for finding the treasure in the mundane.

A Sending Stone went off in her pocket. Mona had just been sent off on her quest. Senna grasped the stone tightly and drifted over to the edge of her perch. Sure, Mona was her new follower as a Shadow Sorcerer, but there was nothing Senna could say to them that would help. This was something Mona had to figure out by themselves. As Senna was swallowed by her thoughts, she felt a twinge of anxiety creep into her mind.

Senna was 25, which was incredibly young for a dragon. Dragons matured much slower than most humanoid folk, so she was still very much a child and was still learning how to conduct herself. It was only fair since dragons lived for millennia and even ancient dragons still looked fairly young for their age. Death was very rare for dragons and when it happened, it’s not due to natural causes.

The Dissident Veil was meeting for the decade in Barsigauria, the far south continent where all manner of ancient beasts and creatures had taken root. Her parents, being very vocal and important figures in Draconic society, were specifically called to attend and Senna was expected to be on her best behavior.

Most dragons and wyverns could change their shape to match that of humanoid society and, as Marasenna and her parents touched down in Merovia Plaza, they all shifted into more manageable forms. Her parents were gorgeous. Two tall yet elegant and muscular feminine forms, one with jet black hair and one with brilliant blonde hair and bright purple eyes, gave her a gentle smile as they reached out their hands. Dragons had no use for gender or anything so primitive, but the idea of identity that the humans came up with gave people a sense of euphoria, so dragons adopted it as a way of accepting others and interacting with the world more thoroughly.

Senna’s black hair and purple eyes met their gaze and, with a bright smile, they entered the plaza where several other draconian creatures were filing in.

“Now, Senna, you know the rules. Only speak when spoken to and stay by us as much as possible, ok? We don’t want to lose you in this meeting.”

Senna gave a small frown. “But what if I want to say hi to Teyra? It’s been so long since I got to play with her.”

Her mother’s purple eyes softened. “Only if she comes over, ok? This place has friendly creatures, but also very dangerous ones.”

Senna nodded and grasped her mothers hand tightly.

“Ah, Meryn and Hyrintha, so nice to see you again.” An imposing figure stood before them. Bright red eyes, built like a statue, dark skin, and with the deep voice to match his intimidating figure, Senna looked up at Rodorga, the dragon of the High Mountains.

“It’s so nice to see you, Uncle Ro!” Senna gave another smile. Rodorga was a sweetheart and a gentle giant. He gave a gleeful smile in return and mussed her hair a little.

“Ah, young Marasenna! Teyra, your friend is here.”

A young dragon, roughly the same age, but with curly hair, black skin, and eyes to match her father’s ran up and gave Senna a big hug. “Senna, you came! I have so much to tell you about!”

A bell went off inside the main building. Meryn tapped Senna’s shoulder. “We’ll try to sit together in the meeting, ok? Let’s walk and talk, Ro.”

Marasenna gleefully walked off with Teyra talking her ear off.

The council was well underway and Marasenna was bored. She and Teyra were sadly not allowed to talk during the proceedings due to the nature of the information being passed about and debated. Mostly about the advancements of mortal society and where they stood in diplomacy with them.

Teyra slumped in her chair next to Senna. “This is so boring…” she whispered.

Senna had to agree. It was starting to put her to sleep. The high arbiters didn’t exactly carry a tone that sparked a ton of excitement. Senna and Teyra were really only here because even young dragons needed to learn the rules and politics of interacting with humans.

As the meeting droned on, an old stranger walked down the center of the main aisle. One that Senna had never seen before.

“Excuse me, arbiters, may I have a word?” The old man asked.

Unannounced guests were not unusual in this meeting, but something about this man ran a sinister chill up her spine. Her brain tingled as if it was on fire and she didn’t have an explanation.

“Paraios!” The spokesman for the Dissident Veil, a very distinguished woman, stood and had a horrified look on her face. “We thought you were dead.”

Senna, sitting not very far away, turned to her mothers and both of them had the same expression. Disbelief and confusion.

“Ahh, arbiters, yes, it seems as though I am quite alive. It’s been what? 70 years since I was in this court. I see we have some fresh new faces.” Paraios said, gazing pointedly at the two young dragons. Senna and Teyra looked at each other with the same uncomfortable expression. “Yet it occurs to me that I’m surprised that you recognized me, aged as I am, because, you see, I am younger than most of you. But because you sent me out into the Underdark, it seems as though I appear a lot older than I am.”

Senna’s hyper attuned hearing could hear several dragons prepping a breath weapon. Apparently, Paraios heard it as well. “Well, as it seems I’m not welcome here, allow me to bestow a parting gift.” With a snap, the entire Dissident Veil disappeared.

Senna had studied magic and this was a True Banishment. How did he get 5 people at a time? That’s impossible.

Paraios, with a deeply malevolent look in his eye, dropped his humanoid form and tentacles sprouted from his back. His wings became alien and withered and a massive psychic pulse radiated from a mutated form of an Elder Brain Dragon that stood in Paraios’s place.

Marasenna turned to hide behind her parents but they were gone. Banished to another plane. Lost for eternity. All that was left in their place was the rubies that they both wore as necklaces. She snatched them up and, with tears in her eyes, transformed into her silver wyvernic form and leaped at Paraios.

Teyra did the same and Paraios batted them away with a single sweep of his wing. “Aha hahaha so this is all the new generation is capable of, is it? Here, allow me to teach you something!” As Senna attempted to riposte, Paraios grabbed her by the throat. Wave after psychic wave pounded into her brain, filling it with nightmares and savage images of her deepest fears. She could feel her wings withering and the color of her body fading. Right as she was about to give up, Teyra fired a blast of pure lightning, forcing him to drop her.

Senna shook out the terror and, with a courageous roar, fired a ballast of ice and snow into the wound, freezing his hand.

“Pah! Ignorant whelps!” Paraios yelled. This gave the rest of the room time enough to rush to aid and drive Paraios from the court, but the damage had already been done.

Senna looked down at her body and her form had turned a deep lavender and her wings now had a ghostly, almost translucent shade to them. Even now, it felt like the ice she usually wielded was melting and being replaced with something else. Teyra stumbled over and gave a very tearful hug as both of their families were now gone, lost on some distant planes somewhere.

Marasenna pulled herself out of her memories and shifted back into her Draconic form. Still lavender, still terrifying. Teyra continued to watch over the highest mountains of Cor Varias. They had met for the new council meetings but neither of them had spoken since that day. Marasenna’s domain was now nightmares and shadow, but one day, she would hunt that bastard, Paraios, and find her lost families, but for now, she figures it was time to break the silence between her and her old friend.

#marasenna purveyor of nightmares #oc story

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northern-passage · 1 year ago

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i feel like something that's being misinterpreted about this post is that people are taking this as me saying you HAVE to write something into your story. which is silly and not what i'm saying

other people have said this a lot the last few days but it bears repeating and that's that representation/diversity should not be a checklist for you to just fill out. then you're just doing exactly what i was talking about in the post! you're just tokenizing people, either because you feel like you "have" to or because you want to just for brownie points.

one thing in particular i was thinking about while writing this post was the IF medium and how a lot of games in this space that are like mine focus heavily on the customization of the player character. now i'm someone that will not add in options that do not matter-- as in, i want every choice you make in the character creator to be relevant and to come up in game. i do not have a big cc, and it would be silly to expect someone to include every option in the whole world. but i think it's important to ask yourself who is being represented in your cc. who can play this game as a character that is reflective of themselves? have i provided a good variation of options? am i being mindful of hair types and skin color in my writing? etc

it's not about listing every single possible skin color (a lot of people don't even have skin color in their cc) or every single hair style ever, it's not about forcing in 10 ROs so you can make it "more diverse," it's just about being more mindful of who may be playing your game and considering them as you write.

and if you're not comfortable writing something, then no one is forcing you to do it. but i do think it would really benefit a lot of writers to think of it differently than they do now. to continue my earlier example: what is it that makes writing a trans person "too difficult" for you? how do you approach writing a cis character then, particularly one that's different from you, and what makes that different from how you would approach a trans character? why are you more comfortable writing one but not the other? why do you look at a trans person and assume their only personality trait is "trans"?

i also think everyone would be better off just accepting that some games are not for you. specifically when it comes to the mc and ROs; some games will have genderlocked player characters, some games will only have 1 or 2 romance options that align with your preferences and you may not like them (and some games won't have romance at all!), but that doesn't make the game automatically "bad." it just means you should play a different game.

this knee-jerk reaction to cry about representation is really frustrating. on one hand, i understand it, because i would Love to see more female ROs and more lesbians & butches as someone who is those things, but i also don't think it's helpful to yell at someone and try to force them to include them when they clearly don't have any interest or care about writing them in the first place. instead, we should be lifting up the people that are already doing that, especially poc & lgbt people

yes, we should be challenging the authors that are writing the same 10 cis white guys over and over again as ROs but i also don't think we should be looking to people like that for "representation."

i just really think the conversation around this topic has devolved to the point where we're going in circles over and over again. every other week we're arguing about female ROs, despite there being a lot more games now with female ROs. i wish the conversation would shift to "look at these games with female ROs" rather than "why are there no games with female ROs", you know what i mean?

i've been thinking a lot about the word "representation" and what it means and how it's changed over the last few years, particularly when it comes to the writing/publishing landscape but also in movies and tv shows… and i really don't like it anymore. to be clear, of course i think it's important to have diversity in your work, i'm not saying i hate the concept of representation. but i do really dislike the way it's used now, and i really just hate the word itself

in a broader sense it's just become a marketing tool. i'm not impressed by any publisher or author who just describes their book by listing all of the minorities/identities the characters represent as if that should be enough. it feels very gross, very exploitative and disingenuous. it also really bothers me because it's always marginalized identities- which i understand Why, but it feels very othering to me (and again. Very exploitative as an advertisement). you would never list out "cishet able-bodied white man" as a character description to pat yourself on the back over. so why do it to everyone else? why insinuate that one is the "default" and the other one is "special"? (and when i say this i'm mainly talking about advertisements/marketing. i understand why people would specify about characters in descriptions with the plot, but i don't like to see an ad that's just "this book has gay people!" with nothing else)

which then leads me to my other point, which is that a lot of people treat "representation" as if it's "too hard." like "oh i don't know enough to write about that, i don't have that experience, etc" which is a fair way to feel! however… it's weird that people only say this about writing trans characters or characters of color. i'm writing a story right now with a character who is really into motorcycles. i personally do not know that much about motorcycles, so i researched what parts are what & what different kinds of models there are & what basic bike care looks like. i guarantee Most people will have to google something at some point in their writing process. so what's the problem? it also, again, feels very othering when authors treat certain groups of people as "impossible" to write, "too hard" to understand. they are just.. people. you write them as a person. and then you figure out the rest later.

and i think part of the refusal or fear to write something outside of your experience is because of the way representation is treated as So Special. these characters are So Special that they aren't allowed to be anything other than "representation." they're Not allowed to be characters with complex emotions and interesting motivations, they have to just be Trans or Gay or Disabled or whatever. they're not allowed to be people. which means, at the end of the day, we loop right back around to where we were at the start….

there is bad representation. there are depictions of certain marginalized people that are harmful and that are damaging, i'm not trying to minimize that or argue against it at all, in fact we should all be mindful of that while writing and reading. but i also think it's possible to swing too far in the opposite direction as well and put certain groups of people on a pedestal and not allow them to do anything at all but be Perfect Representation, if that makes sense.

#someone said in the notes that there are stories that are not theirs to tell and that's SO true #that's why we need to be supporting and uplifting the people that are writing these stories #instead of just complaining that there arent more of them #anyways. sorry this post is so annoying LOL #long post

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Mastermind (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Summary: When it comes to your relationship, you planned it all along. But Steve didn’t know this, or did he?

Warnings: Absolutely none, teeth-rotting fluff.

A/N: So, uhm, I guess happy Halloween and Midnights release? I really wanted to write something with a Midnights track, and this came in a really natural, organic way. Enjoy <3

~ Masterlist ~

Once upon a time, the planets and the fates And all the stars aligned You and I ended up in the same room At the same time

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse Of a chain reaction of countermoves To assess the equation of you Checkmate, I couldn't lose

The first time you met was at a Halloween Party.

It was a year after Nancy Wheeler had dumped him, and he was super anxious about the memories while Robin dragged him down to that one party filled with high schoolers.

But then, there was… You.

You were freaking bored. Everything seemed dull, because suddenly every single high schooler seemed to be in the urge to make everything cooler than it was before just because Starcourt couldn’t make it to Halloween. And there you were, on a tight blue dress, with your hair done in a bob as Elvira Hancock from Scarface.

Honestly, Steve couldn’t believe his eyes when Robin went to say hello to you.

Is this girl really friends with Robin? She looks too cool for her. No, she looks too cool for this place.

Unless that’s what he thought until you laughed out loud after Robin said an stupid joke. You were just as fun and childish as your best friend, and ironically, Steve’s best friend too.

“So, uh, who’s this?” Steve tried to seem smooth, but only flushed when you raised an eyebrow in his direction.

“Oh, she’s Y/N, we’ve been friends since like, forever” you nodded and extended a hand to Steve.

He accepted it with a smile.

“I’m Steve, Steve Ha…”

“Yeah, I know who you are Harrington” you said as he simply kept his mouth open in a surprised motion “, we shared Econ.”

“We did?”

“Yes” you said, giving his hand a small squeeze before putting it back to your body “, but we never talked.”

“She has a kind of frigid bitch face” Robin mentioned while you hit her in the arm with a smirk.

“No I do not!”

You, in fact, did.

“We really shared a class?”

“Oh, yes, I even remember you failing it” Steve let out a laugh, looking directly into your eyes as you smiled “, want a drink?”

Of course, he didn’t know that you were planning on touching his hand again, because you felt it too. The electricity, the tension, the realness between the two of you.

That night you met him you knew you wanted him.

What if I told you none of it was accidental? And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me I laid the groundwork and then, just like clockwork The dominoes cascaded in a line

What if I told you I'm a mastermind? And now you're mine It was all by design 'Cause I'm a mastermind

The next time you met, he was at Family Video.

A bunch of kids were around the counter. There was a redhead, a curly-haired one, and one with Hawkins’ High basketball shirt on. It was a weird mix if asked.

“Hey!” you said as you entered, Steve’s face lifting up from the computer and immediately lighting up.

“Oh, hi” you smiled at him as you made your way to the right of the kids, while they also followed you up with their eyes “Robin’s not here.”

You knew that.

“Oh… Is she on her lunch break? Or is she…?”

“No, this is actually her day off.”

“Shit” you falsely cursed under your breath as Steve moved in front of you with a big, dopey smile “, well, sorry for bothering you, and… Whoever you are.”

The curly haired one jumped at his mention.

“I’m Dustin, Steve’s best friend. More like a brother. Nice to meet you.”

“Oh, hi” you accepted his eager hand as his wide and cute smile appeared “, I’m Y/N.”

“We know” the redhead said, giving you a nod “, I’m Max.”

“Hi Max, and you are?” you asked the basketball player, who smiled before speaking up.

“Lucas. I’ve seen you around school, you’re always with Robin.”

“That’s right” you said, now giving Steve a quick glance. As you predicted, he was looking at the four of you in silence “, we met when we were like six or seven. And we’ve been inseparable since.”

“That’s cool” Max signalled with a silent nod, again.

“So cool, and how do you know Steve?” Dustin asked.

He seemed way more smart than the other two.

“We met at a party” you said, now glad the kid had brought up the topic. You turned to Steve, pointing at him with your finger “, a party where you promised me I could borrow your copy of Back To The Future, young man.”

“Right!” he said, now jumping in his place at the mention. He swore you wouldn’t even remember him, but here you were, reclaiming a copy of a movie he may or may not have stolen from Family Video “I have to check if I have it, I don’t know if I…”

“You know what? Call me when you find it” you responded, taking a pen that was laid on the desk out of nowhere. You took his hand carefully before writing down on his arm your number on big, black symbols, strong enough to not erase “, I gotta go, but thanks. And it was nice to meet you guys.”

“Bye!”

“See ya.”

Steve stood there, speechless, as Dustin let out a laugh.

“How did you bag that?”

“What?”

Of course, Steve was a little in shock to see what you had done. But Dustin had just figured how much of a mastermind you were.

No one wanted to play with me as a little kid So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since To make them love me and make it seem effortless Is this the first time I feel the need to confess? And I swear, I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care

After a couple of dates, and a couple of movie nights, it was finally time for you to tell Robin what you had been scheming all over that night at the Halloween party. Why you had arrived at your house and immediately asked her through the phone about her coworker, his love life and the possible outcomes of flirting with dashing Steve Harrington.

Until, one night at her house while everyone (the kids and the three of you, Robin, Steve and Y/N), was watching The Breakfast Club, she brought up a very sentimental memory.

“Do you remember when I met you?” she suddenly said.

You furrowed your eyebrows, googling over Steve as he turned his head to Robin to hear her better.

“Yes, why?”

“Well, it’s just the movie. It kind of made me remember when we were these two little kids no one in kindergarten wanted to play with.”

A crimson colored blush painted your cheeks when she said it.

“Yeah, of course I remember it.”

“I mean, I swear to God it seemed like the fates, and the galaxies and every single star aligned for us that day, you know? You came close and we just got off to talking and now… We’re best friends.”

You had other friends. You liked to think it was just the fact that connecting was really hard for you, but you had other friends.

No, you didn’t.

“Yeah” you muttered under your breath, and quickly got up from your seat. You didn’t even look at Steve when you did it “, I’m going to the bathroom.”

Quickly after storming off, Steve followed you.

So I told you none of it was accidental And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me I laid the groundwork and then saw a wide smirk On your face, you knew the entire time

You knew that I'm a mastermind And now you're mine Yeah, all you did was smile 'Cause I'm a mastermind

It was true, you didn’t have friends.

You were good at socialising, but no one wanted to play with you as a little kid. Why? You never knew. You always tried but there was something about your broken reflection in the mirror that just seemed to be confessing everything all at once, and your mind couldn’t handle it.

As you seated down, you couldn’t help but think of all the times you had planned a relationship like this before. A guy you liked, a ‘casual’ encounter, and a stable relationship before the guy got bored of you and dumped you for someone better, someone sincere.

But the thing was, Robin knew about all of these Cupid’s arrows you had thrown before. She didn’t know about Steve tho, and she had mentioned something so personal and precious of you today, that Steve now was something as personal and precious as your old memories of being a lonely and messy kid.

A sudden knock in your door made you jump.

“Who is it?”

“Me” you knew Steve’s voice even if it was muffled by the thin door of Robin’s bathroom “, can I come in?”

You sniffed before answering.

“Yeah.”

The door opened with a creak and closed with the same sound. Your eyes darted up to Steve’s chocolate colored eyes that watched you with all of his focus.

“You okay?”

“Not really.”

He sat down beside you, on the floor. You laughed before getting to the floor in front of him.

“Is there something you may want to tell me?” he asked, and you sighed “Just if you wanna let something out, I mean.”

You nodded.

“Yeah, I kinda do” you answered, now taking his hand with yours. He intertwined them, the electricity still pretty much alive “, what if I told you I liked you from the first time I met you?”

That made him smile.

“I’ll tell you the same.”

“No, actually like, from the first second. I saw you and I went, woah… I really should’ve talked more to this Harrington kid in Econ.”

“Mm… Yeah, that was kind of my reaction too.”

You squeezed his hand. He ran his other hand through his hair, making it seem flawlessly gorgeous.

“I thought I wanted you” you finally let out, and he raised his eyebrows with a smirk “, and that night… Absolutely nothing was gonna stop me. Nothing.”

His expression didn’t change. In fact, as you finished the sentence, his face contracted more and more into… Into a laugh?

No way he’s laughing.

“Of course! And then you met me at Family Video.”

Your mouth opened in surprise.

“I… Yeah, I did.”

“You pretended to be there for Robin, but I knew you were there for me” he said, nodding in recognition “, I have to admit it, it was a big way to win me over.”

“But, but you weren’t suspicious.”

“Of course I wasn’t. I wanted to go out with you, but didn’t know how to ask you, so thank God you gave me your number first.”

You slowly close your eyes, then open them again. Steve was still there, as happy as ever.

“Really? You knew I planned it all along?”

A wide smirk. A roll of eyes.

“Or course, I mean, you’re pretty straightforward” he said, and gave you a wink before speaking again “, besides, if you’re as close to Robin as she is to you, you would’ve known her schedules. So, yeah, I guess I knew you were a mastermind.”

You couldn’t help but laugh now, too embarrassed to say anything else.

“And I wanted you too” he said, now taking you by the elbow to come closer to him than before “, isn’t that what you planned anyway?”

“What?”

“For me to fall in love.”

You took a breath. You nodded. He let out a breathy laugh, the scent hitting your lips on a silent plea. You knew you wanted him, he knew he wanted you.

So suddenly, your lips came clashing in a perfect, life saving kiss. You smiled and closed your eyes into it, covering his shoulders with your arms as he deepened the kiss in a more passionate, personal, but overall intimate way.

This wasn’t like one of your kisses from before. And maybe, not planning your entire relationship with Steve was way better than planning them. Maybe falling in love was something that happened without a plan, and you kinda liked it.

Or maybe, that was just Steve.

#steve harrington #steve harrington thoughts #steve harrington x you #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things x reader

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