#i have things I'm looking forward to and I'm supposed to b having fun but it's hard when. There's that looming in the back of your head.

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[lucky-lucky-duck]

Forget You, Forget-Me-Not

A continuation based on a reply to my Vaga Snapshot post that i'm writing between cram sessions. The semester ends in 2 days and I'm dying, but it's fine. c: Everything is fine. c: I'm gonna start on the matchup in a couple days when my load lightens, this is just a late night creative outlet for stress c':

Leo Kurosagi x Vagastrom Ghoul Reader (2nd person pov and gender neutral)

Leo goes too far in an argument, and I'll fill this out tomorrow. For now, it's sad. Reader nearly gives up on braking the curse causing the people around them to slowly forget they exist. Fuck I'm tired

Morning edit - I fixed a couple of spelling mistakes, but the description made me laugh so it stays. I'm still fucking tired.

"I'm passing the phone to a No-Name NPC who is so unremarkable that the faculty evaluators actually forgot they existed."

You're ignoring him. It's been four days, and you've barely said a word to anyone, but everyone knows that Leo is somehow the culprit.

It doesn't really matter, you think with dull amusement. Sho and Alan had both been out at the time; the only witnesses to your humiliation were you, Leo, and the general students. Leo's too busy trying to bait you into argument to gloat about his win to the others, and you aren't about to tell them yourself.

The general students are a non-issue, too. Most of them struggle to remember your name most days, they're not about to suddenly start remembering gossip about you.

The thing is, you've had fights with Leo before. Hell, fighting with Leo has something of a hobby to you once you started sharing a living space with him. There's just something about him that brings out the worst in you. The vicious snake-like part, that coils up with anticipation and prepares to strike when you see Leo enter the room. You used to think of it as something that you both secretly look forward to, once the vitriol died down and your metaphorical fight-to-the-death turned into elementary-school bullying.

He's never brought up your curse like that before. It's been tit-for-tat, both of you giving just as good as you get. It's supposed to be fun.

You squash the pang of longing in your chest with snarled anger, only to be drenched in an icy kind of apathy. There are lines both of you choose not to cross these days (you were under that impression at the time, at least.), and the waning acknowledgment of your existence had definitely been one of them. Christ, you didn't exactly pour salt onto Leo's obvious abandonment wounds during these fights, did you?

"What did Leo do to you?" Sho's voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Nothing, why do you ask?" Your voice scrapes lifelessly as you meet his eyes with a small, strained grin.

"Really? Then what, you've been moping around the dorms the past few days because you enjoy the smell of sweat and motor oil?"

"You know me, can't get enough of the ol' sugar and spice." The attempted banner falls flat as you make to slip around him and head for your dorm at the end of the hall, only to be held in place with a single strong hand on your wrist. "You ever tried shake weights?"

"Stop," he shuts down your distraction. "You know he's a rat bastard, right? You can't take what he says personally. We're going to find a way to break the curse."

So, Leo told Sho what happened after all, has he?

Sho's words slow to a stop when he notices the dead-eyes and scowl that have overtaken your forceful nonchalance from earlier.

"I wasn't lying, I'm not angry at Leo for what he said to me," Apart from the fact that you kind of are. "He wasn't exactly wrong."

"Shut up already!" You don't turn your head to look at Leo as he appears in the corridor. Figures he would listen in on a private conversation. It's probably him who sent Sho to find you in the first place. Bastards.

In the end, the choice is made for you, and a new set of hands grip your shoulders, yanking you face-to-face with the person you wanted to see least.

"Are you telling me I've been wasting my time on someone this fucking pathetic?" The words would hurt more if the expression on Leo's face were less desperate. If anyone looks pathetic here, it's him. "Of course. You would be willing to sit back and watch as you sink into irrelevance, wouldn't you? If that's what you want, fine." It's funny how adept you've become at interpreting Leo's mannerisms after all of the fighting.

For all of the accusations and insults, the only thing you see in front of you is a hissing kitty cat desperately trying to make amends in the only way it knows how. It's a shit apology, but... Leo isn't the type to put on this type of fit unless he feels threatened and cornered, and, as far as you are aware, the only threat being posed at the moment is you walking away from him.

Your bar sure has sunk low these days, yikes.

"That would probably hurt more if you weren't still gripping my shoulders like we're in a steamy novel. Do you have fantasies of pinning me down often?" You're promptly shoved away and insulted once more, free to turn back and walk back toward your dorm without sparing either boy behind you a glance.

As you prepare yourself for bed, you notice the ache in your chest loosening just enough to let you breath deeply. If just for tonight, you'll fall asleep free from the fear that tomorrow will be the day you finally wake up as a stranger.

[goosewriting]

Hello, I'd like to say that I already requested some things from you but I hope you don't mind that I'm sending this in because I love your writing and I thought that you could do this request perfectly. I also noticed your requests are closing tomorrow so yeah 😭 tsym

Rise Boys x tomboy reader (gn tho obviously). It's prom night or a school dance or something at April's school. The turtles are kinda dissapointed because the reader got a date to the dance and they had a big crush on them. It's all they can think about all night until the reader shows up at the lair looking a little dejected but GOOD because they're wearing a freshly pressed black suit and tie. The turtle asks what's wrong they why they're not at the dance. They tell that they were going to go to the dance but the reader got stood up by her date and just didn't feel like going after that. After seeing how badly they had wanted to go, the turtle suggests instead of the dance, they go out for a night in the hidden city and just goof off and have fun. So that's what they do, maybe they go skating or for smoothies just the two of them having a good time. At the end of the night they sit on a rooftop watching the sun come up and the reader says "We should do this more often" basically confirming the night was a date and they'd like to do it again.🥲👏🏾 sorry this is so long 💗💗

Prom night, plan B (rottmnt x reader)

summary: reader got stood up for prom and goes to the lair instead, looking extremely fly.

relationship: Rise Leo, Raph, Donnie, Mikey x GN reader (crushing phase)

warnings: fluff!, reader’s date being a jerk, slight vandalism in Mikey’s i guess lol

word count: 2.4k

A/N: back when i got this request i squealed in glee because i love me a good ol’ reader in a suit! this one’s in my other (bulletpoints only) headcanon style again, hope it’s not too disruptive. thank you so much for your patience and i hope you like it :D

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

Someone from your class had actually asked you out to prom, and since they were the only person to do so, you had accepted. After all, you two were on good terms.

Your parents had even brought you to a proper tailor shop to get a three piece suit. Since it was made to your measurements, it fit perfectly. You couldn’t help but check yourself out in the mirror a couple of times: you looked fresh.

The morning and afternoon before prom, you felt like ants were crawling in your pants; you couldn’t sit still. You had been looking forward to this night for a while. You probably also would have gone without a date; you just wanted to have a good time with your friends. But knowing that someone was gonna come pick you up any minute made it more thrilling.

You watched the clock in your room, first with anticipation, then with worry. The time your date was supposed to be at your door was now 30 minutes in the past. If they were late, they would have texted you, right?

Again and again you watched as the clock hands slowly moved forward. You texted them a couple of times asking if everything was okay, but there was no reaction. They didn’t even see the messages. It wasn’t until almost an hour after the supposed pick-up time that you got a text, and you rushed to your phone on your bed. It was April. As you read the message and saw the attached photo, your heart dropped to your stomach.

— — —

The turtle lied in his bed, feeling a strange sense of defeat. He’s been crushing on you for a while now, and he knew that right at this moment, you’d be on the dance floor with your date, having the time of your life. He sighed loudly, wishing that could be him. The whole day he had held himself back from texting you to ask how you were doing, and how the night was going. You probably wouldn’t even check your phone. The turtle had accepted his fate, and tried to fall asleep so the day would be over quicker. Tomorrow you’d come to him to tell everything about prom night anyways. A bittersweet smile spread on his face at that thought.

As he rolled over and over on his bed in frustration, he heard footsteps entering the lair. He’d recognise those steps from miles away; it was you. With joy but also confusion at your arrival, he bolted up and went to greet you. Seeing your dejected face, he was about to ask what was wrong, but his brain stopped computing as he saw how incredible you looked.

🔵 Leo

*Jaw dropped on the ground like a cartoon*

You looked amazing!

The vest accentuated your waist and the tailored pants stylised your form, making you look taller and more slender.

The fact you were holding your jacket over your shoulder with your shirt sleeves rolled up, didn’t help either; you looked effortlessly cool.

Leo needed a second to regain his composure.

He forced his eyes up to meet your face, so as to stop shamelessly checking you out.

Your eyes were a bit glossed over; it’s clear you were about to cry.

When you told him that you got stood up for your date and showed him the photo April sent you, of your date dancing with someone else and holding them awfully close, Leo just felt angry.

How dare they leave you hanging!

And when you looked so good no less!

And either way, you so didn’t deserve that!

Leo was about to grab his swords to portal himself to school and kick this person’s butt, but then he got a better idea.

He suggested that you hang out with him instead.

Since you were now free, you agreed. You could use the distraction.

You decided to go to the Arcade in the Hidden City.

There were a couple of new games you had been wanting to check out.

The night was an absolute blast; even though you were planning on having a good time with your classmates, you were kinda glad you got stood up because you knew you had a better time with Leo in one night than your so-called “date” could give you in a lifetime.

And the fact that you won most of the games was just the cherry on top.

Leo was an adorably pouty loser.

You also hadn’t missed the way the turtle would steal glances at you, giving you a quick one-over every so often.

After almost running out of money at the Arcade, you decided to grab something to eat.

The two of you sat on a bench in the park, eating pretzels.

“Thank you for taking me out here, Leo. I’m glad the night wasn’t a total bust after all.”

“Anytime. In fact, we should do this more often, I really had a good time.”

“Me too…” you answered earnestly, turning to him.

Something in Leo’s eyes changed; his gaze was softer, lingering.

So you decided to tease him a little.

“And if you want, I can wear the suit again” you added with a little eyebrow wiggle.

You laughed and gently patted his shell as Leo choked on his pretzel, cheeks flustered.

🔴 Raph

Raph was torn between complimenting you and asking what was up.

He had no problem telling you how good you looked; he’d do it often, in hopes that one day you’d catch on that he’s actually into you.

But when you looked up at him almost in tears, his brain went into mother hen mode.

He asked what was wrong, and you told him you got stood up, showing him April’s texts.

His face contorted in anger, his fists clenched and you could see a couple of red sparks flash over his arms from his Ninpo.

If it were up to him, he’d throw hands with this jerk, no doubt.

Seeing that he was getting worked up, you put your hands on his arm to calm him down, telling him that there was no use. They probably never intended to go with you anyways.

Raph inwardly melted at your touch, immediately calming down, then announcing that it was their loss to not hang out with you.

He suggested going to the Hidden City to spend the night, since you were already dressed for an occasion, whatever it might be.

You accepted the offer, and off you two ran.

You spent the night at a ‘50s themed yokai diner, which served… interesting looking food.

But they also had the classics like eggs and waffles and fries.

For more comfort you took off your suit jacket and neatly placed it next to you on the seat.

Raph couldn’t help but blush a little at how well the vest hugged your torso at all the right places.

Tucked away in a booth, you two talked and goofed off for hours on end, stuffing your faces, almost choking on food several times because of how much you laughed.

You were still careful not to get anything on your suit though and did an excellent job.

As the night was coming to an end, you two enjoying your smoothies, Raph noticed you had gotten some whipped cream on your cheek.

Without thinking, he reached over the table and gently wiped it off your face with his thumb.

You looked at him with big eyes, abruptly stopping what you were saying, and Raph’s face went red.

As he stuttered and apologised, you told him it was okay with a slight blush of your own.

Before he could pull away, you gently put your hand over his, your cheek leaning into his touch.

“Thank you for today. We should do this more often” you said softly.

Raph’s brain all but short-circuited as he thanked the gods and the universe for what’s-their-face dumping you today so he got this chance with you.

🟠 Mikey

Mikey went to greet you in his high energy manner as always, calling your name in a sing-sang voice as he made his way to the entrance.

The first thing he said when he saw you was “woah!”, all starry-eyed, taking in your looks.

Then he approached you and asked what was wrong.

As soon as you told him you got stood up and showed him April’s texts, he crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head in a disapproving manner.

Being the empath of the group, he first hugged and comforted you. Physical contact like this wasn‘t rare with you two.

Then he got a mischievous grin, and you couldn't help but wonder what was going on in that mind of his.

Bringing you to his room, he showed you some new “babies“ he got: several new paint spray cans.

He was planning on painting a mural on the side of the skating ramp but this would be a much better use in his eyes, if he got to distract you for a while.

Mikey gave you a big hoodie that reached almost down your knees, so you wouldn’t get paint on your nice clothes, and then you two took off.

You spent the night going from alley to alley, from street to street, leaving little drawings here and there.

Mainly you drew little turtles in every colour you could get your hand on.

Mikey made some really cool looking hand lettering. He wrote your name, in a different style each time.

You also noticed how with every new graffiti, he seemed to add more and more hearts to your name as well.

By the time you were done with your little city tour, you found yourself hiding behind the parking lot at school.

You wondered how you had not noticed that he guided you here, but that’s how good he was at keeping your mind focused on the good time you were having with him.

Suddenly remembering the events before your little escapade, you felt sad again, but mostly just annoyed. Why did they see the need to stand you up? They could have just called.

Mikey noticed where your brain was going and made you look up across the parking lot.

You understood the plan.

In your hands: several spray cans.

In your sight: your date’s car.

In your mind: sweet revenge.

You two made quick work out of it, not writing down anything obscene or offending; just decorating the car with a lot of scribbles, flowers and animals, leaving it undamaged but very colourful.

Giggling like little kids, you two scurried off just as quickly as you had arrived.

You ended up on Albearto’s rooftop, sitting on the hoodie and munching on some pizza.

As you looked out to the city lights, you sighed in contentment.

“I had so much fun Mikey, thank you” you said.

Mikey did a theatrical bow, stating how he also had a great time.

“We should do this more often” you said, and thought to yourself: It almost felt like a date.

Judging by Mikey’s expression, you had not only said that in your mind though.

You both blushed and looked away from each other.

After some silence Mikey finally answered, almost shy:

“That can be arranged.”

🟣 Donnie

All Donnie could do when he laid eyes on you was stare.

For probably the first time in his life he was rendered speechless: you looked beyond fantastic.

Squirming a little under his intense gaze, you called his name.

Snapping out of it, Donnie asked why you were at the lair. Not that he wasn’t happy to see you. But weren’t you supposed to be elsewhere?

You told him how you got stood up out of nowhere, showing him April’s messages.

In the blink of an eye he had already formulated a masterplan in his mind about how he was gonna hack all of this person’s devices and make their existence a little more miserable.

Just by looking at Donnie’s “scheming face”, as you called it, you already knew what was going on.

With a dejected sigh you told him it wasn’t worth the trouble, and instructed him to not attack this person in any way or form.

After a couple of tries on his part to negiotiate something viable, changing the terms a little bit here and there, he finally assured you he wouldn’t do any funny business.

You knew he would probably still so something small like hack into this person’s phone and log them out of all the apps or delete a game save or something like that.

There was no stopping Donnie when he set his mind on something, after all.

For the moment, you decided you needed a distraction.

Donnie said he knew the perfect place, and took you to the Hidden City.

There was a roller skating rink, the floor being smooth wood, and you could rent skates.

You had used inline skates before, but never these ones with the wheels in a 2x2 position.

As you entered the rink, you were about to lose your balance, so you grabbed onto the first thing you could, which was Donnie’s arm.

After some awkward apologies, flustered cheeks, and him having to catch you a couple of times mid-air, you two decided that it would be easiest for you to keep your balance if you skated next to each other hand in hand.

At first it felt a little silly, but the more you skated, the more comfortable you felt in the skates, keeping your balance.

The speakers around the rink were blasting music, which faded into the next song, and you and Donnie looked at each other in glee: an 80’s banger.

He was a skilled skater, and had you twirling and dancing with him in the group of people and creatures on the rink. Never once did he let you fall or bump into someone.

Your face hurt from so much laughing, and you told him you needed a break.

Skating towards the edge of the rink, you held onto the railing and took a breather.

Coming down from your high, you turned towards Donnie, and were faced with how he was looking at you in a state you could only describe as enamored.

Did your heart just skip a beat?

Shaking that thought off your mind, you spoke first.

“I had honestly no idea a place like this existed down here. Thank you so much for bringing me Donnie, this is exactly what I needed.”

“My pleasure” he said, and seemed to hesitate for a second before adding: “In fact, I’ve actually been meaning to come here with you for a while now.”

“Then we should definitely come again.” You gave him a sincere smile, your face glowing under the flashing neon lights.

Unbeknownst to either of you, you both thought at the same time: It’s a date then.

~~~~~

🐥 taglist: [more info in my pinned post!] @hearteyedracoon, @koalaray, @maribatshipper, @whygz, @lovelylovelydreams

[coffeebanana]

WIP Reblog Game

Ooooh this one looks fun. Thanks for the tag @kasienda!

I always feel like I see the same games going around and for the most part I've played them before and I feel like I have nothing new to say, so it's exciting to find something new!

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

WIP TITLES

everything i know (brings me back to us) - post-s5, post-adrinette break up ladrien fic

This Fire Won't Sleep Through The Night - alyanette princess/knight AU

Entangled - established ladynoir, post-hawkmoth angst, chat's ghosting lb. NSFW

Probably Not The Best Idea - ladrien roommates fic

Say Something - ladrien to prpr hurt/comfort in the aftermath of a sentireveal and gabe-is-hawkmoth reveal

I know I haven't updated Ladrien Roommates in almost a year and Say Something has been nearly as long but aksfbkdsjb I swear they're still on the list. Quite frankly it might take me a while to get back to Say Something though, because I'm just...very stuck. And I keep rethinking the next few chapters.

Also, Happier--my Adrigaminette WIP--gets an honourable mention in the priority list because I SWEAR I'm going to get back to it at some point 😭

UPCOMING

Okay I'm super excited about the arc that the next chapter (which with a little luck may be posted today...) is going to set into motion. Especially because I don't think anyone quite knows where precisely I'm going with it...hehehe

Hm. I have one heart-to-heart scene I have planned for a few chapters from now where Ladybug gets to know Alya a little better and maybe starts to fall for her a little...

Looking forward to the next chapter!! Like, all of it! The thing is, I feel like I need a good chunk of time to really FOCUS on writing it. And I'm still navigating balancing writing time with my work schedule.

There's a little arc that will pop up in the chapter after next where Ladybug has trouble sleeping...and naturally there's no better way to fix that than for Adrien to invite her into his bed 👀

There is a conversation between Adrien and Kagami in the next chapter that was one of the reasons the length of this fic got out of hand 😂

Okay, I think I can find 10 new people to tag... @celestialtitania, @ck2k18, @saiikavon, @mostmagical, @monpetitchattriste, @heartfulselkie, @liiinerle, @hueynomure, @rosie-b, and @wehadabondingmoment

[I'm just now noticing--because apparently when i copied the title over i did NOT read it--this says WIP REBLOG game...which maybe means I was supposed to reblog the original post akjfbskjd. but uh. too late now I'm about to post this 😂]

[satancopilotsmytardis]

bdsm classification au? kind of like a/b/o dynamics but instead of being born as one of those dynamics, everyone is born as a type of dom, sub, or neutral/switch that is revealed when they are old enough?

so like some people are born as caretakers, littles, owners, pets, or other d/s dynamics (and then ofc there are some people who are a switch)

sub dabi joining up with the league to fight for sub rights alongside their cannon ideals type beat :p

So there are some immediate problems I'm seeing with this AU as set up in this ask. First of which is: I don't do traditional ABO because I think the fantasy sexism that is applied to Omegas is very unpleasant and I avoid it in my writing at all costs. Applying that sexism to a BSDM AU is extremely concerning as one of the biggest red flags in BDSM is if a Dom thinks they're better than a Sub outside of negotiated play. On that principle alone, this AU will be an extreme departure from this ask.

Additionally, I don't think having switches in this world is a good idea. If we're going to set this to a similar framework as the Omegaverse, then it would make more sense for the 'Beta' stand-in to be people who are vanilla/don't have a dom/sub designation. By doing this we can better parallel the fact that Betas do not offer the benefits of an Alpha to an Omega, or the benefits of an Omega to an Alpha, making the need to have them categorized separately more engaging.

And finally, while breaking down these categories further into play styles is interesting, it also removes the variety that many participants engage in while playing. I've met very, very few people who want to only engage in one flavor of BDSM, and I think that ignores the fun of playing in this space!

That all being said I have an AU with what I find to be a workable concept loosely based on this ask:

Dabi is a sub, Shigaraki is a dom of course. Compress, Magne, and Toga (though her designation is somewhat up in the air due to her age, she has all the markers of being a young dom) are doms, Twice and Spinner have no designations. Given this setup, Dabi is kind of spoiled for choice with easy access to doms who can keep him stable by ensuring that he doesn't go too long without being dominated, either sexually or not. It's pretty common to find him, after a long day of work where he is in a leadership position, kneeling at Magne, Compress, or Shig's feet, or doing domestic servitude tasks to keep his mind and mood stable. He's not sleeping with any of them and told them he never would, he's not interested in becoming a collared sub (not after he saw what that did to his mother who wasn't even capable of fighting back against her dom)

Things are going pretty well on that front until Shigaraki starts to notice that Dabi's on a verge of a drop after Kamino. With everything that's happened, he needs stability and security more than he thinks he does and he's not giving himself time to find it. So Shig tells him they're going on a mission, and actually brings him to a place he found that is frequented by subs and doms looking to sate their needs as anonymously as possible. Dabi does find someone who can give him what he needs to fight his drop, and goes back to find Shigaraki, only to actually find him in the middle of a session himself where he's doming a sub in a way that makes Dabi feel like he needs it again even though he just had it.

After that, he is a little more chatty with Shig, and he asks if he's ever collared a sub before and finds out that Shigaraki was told he never should since that would give someone else power over him as well-- because collaring is supposed a mutual symbol of a dynamic and a partnership, not a way to force a sub's submission-- which is news to Dabi. Things continue to move forward and they end up with the PLF.

About halfway through his treatments, Dabi asks Shig if he's found another place like the club they'd been going to to sate their instincts, knowing that the others have just been making their way through the grunts. Shig says he hasn't but he can find somewhere safe for Dabi as he won't have a designation anymore once he goes into the tank. Dabi is horrified by this and asks why Shig would give that up when he loves being a dom, and Shig tells him that this is the path he's been told he has to take to gain more power and that, at least if he does this, he will never be vulnerable and losing his mind because he can't get to a sub if he needs them.

Dabi is pretty upset about all of this and is finally forced to come to terms with the fact that he really, really wants Duster to dom him completely, that he's been fighting it for no good reason when Shigaraki has proved a hundred times over that he won't treat him like Enji did Rei. He begs to be allowed to submit to him and they end up scening . It's perfect. Shigaraki stops his treatments, and a few months later, when the League is next on the battlefield, Dabi is seen wearing a gorgeous permanent collar.

[afh48]

Bechloe accidental kiss 💋

thanks for the prompt! thisll be short b/c it's late and the only long thing I wanna even thing about is taking a long sip of water and getting fucking hydrated :P

set after pp2, while theyre living together. ending kinda based off of a fic i read on ao3 a while ago that i can't find, i'm sorry

//you call me strawberry wine//

When Beca get home from work, Chloe's making something for dinner. It's surprising; not because Chloe never cooks (quite the opposite in fact, she has made is her personal job to keep Beca well-fed), but because Chloe's not supposed to be home.

Chloe's supposed to be on a date. A date that she had been rather excited about. She's been talking to this guy from some dating site for a few weeks now, and she's been so eager to finally meet him. So Chloe should be on her date, having fun, being treated well by a nice guy, not making a meal for her roommate who doesn't know how to cook for herself.

"Chloe, what are you doing back to early?" asks Beca, letting her bag slip off her shoulder and to the floor. She steps into their small kitchen and leans against the counter.

Bright blue eyes found Beca's as Chloe stirs something on the stove, but the smile that usually accompanies them is missing. "Date didn't go too well," she tells Beca with a shrug. Beca doesn't respond, but rather draws her eyebrows together and frowns, a silent request for Chloe to elaborate. The redhead sighs. "It was going okay for a while, but then he made some sort of 'joke,' I guess, about 'not being able to wait to take me home.' And so I made a 'joke' about not putting out on the first date, you know, like, establishing that I don't want to have sex with him or anything. He didn't take that too well. Left before we even got our food."

Rage burns inside Beca. What a fucking asshole. Chloe deserves to be treated so so nicely and to be taken out and treated like she's the most brilliant, amazing person in the world. Because she is. And here she is, making chicken chili after her date abandoned her because she didn't want to suck his dick after.

"Beca, don't," Chloe warns, and Beca softens her gaze. Chloe looks tired, looks hurt. Suddenly, Beca doesn't care as much about the douche that left her and thinks about how terrible Chloe must feel, being walked out on on her first date in years.

"I'm sorry," swallowed Beca, stepping forward. She takes Chloe's hands in hers and looks her best friend in the eyes. "If he can't see how amazing you are, that's his fault, dude. Any reasonable person would kill to get a date with you."

This works at lifting Chloe's spirits. Her soft, pink lips open in a laugh and she's smiling again, gazing teasingly at Beca. "Well, I don't know how reasonable someone could be if they're killing someone just for a date with me." She turns her back to Beca and stirs the pot again. "But thank you. You can be really sweet when you're not trying to pass off with that 'oh, I'm so tough and badass and I don't care about anything' facade," Chloe smirks, throwing a wink over her shoulder.

Heat rises to Beca's cheeks. She doesn't respond, but simply watches while Chloe hums, swaying her hips as she stirs the chili.

"Can you get the paprika for me? I feel like this'll need a little more," Chloe requests, snapping Beca out of it.

"Huh? Oh, right. Yeah." Beca takes a step to the counter and reaches up, opening the spice cabinet. The paprika is on the top shelf, and as much as she stands on her tip toes and jumps a little to reach, she can't get it.

Chloe laughs somewhere behind her. "You're so cute. Let me." A second later, Chloe's body is pressed against Beca's back and she's reaching over the smaller woman to get the paprika. Beca instinctively turns.

They're so close, like, too close. And Chloe's lips are soft against Beca's.

Beca stills and Chloe's blue eyes widen. Chloe leans back, and they're not kissing anymore. "Oops," she says, but she doesn't look angry, or guilty, or whatever emotion you're supposed to feel after accidentally kissing your best friend. But Beca knows that you're certainly not supposed to feel a strong longing to do it again.

She doesn't have to long, however, because Chloe smiles at her and leans back in. There's more to it this time, it's not just a light brush of the lips. Chloe's, like, legit kissing Beca. Beca feels her own hands go to Chloe's hips, feels herself start to kiss back, because it's happening. Beca's wanted this for so long, and it's finally happening.

Chloe pulls back after what felt like forever. She smiles and reaches up, grabs the paprika. And then she's gone. Beca's left leaning against the counter, her fingers lightly touching her lips, missing Chloe's touch.

They don't really talk about it. That is, until five years later, at Chloe's wedding.

Chloe, beautifully clad in all white, drags Beca away from the after party. Her hand is soft and warm and familiar around Beca's as she pulls Beca away from the party and out onto the beach.

"We shouldn't be out here," Beca tells her. They've been walking along the beach for a few minutes now. "Dude, you're the bride. Aubrey will be looking all over for you."

"Beca," Chloe says. Her voice is soft. Her eyes are wide and questioning. She looks vulnerable. "Do you remember, years ago, when we accidentally kissed?"

The question comes out of nowhere. Beca blinks once. Twice. "Uh, yeah. I couldn't reach the spice cabinet, right?"

Chloe nods, the corners of her mouth pulling up in a small smile. "I liked it." Then she's turning to face Beca, pulling her in close. They're inches away from each other. "I really liked it."

She kisses Beca, full and deep. Beca lets her hands wander, up Chloe's back and into her done-up red hair. It's all she's ever wanted.

When Beca finally pulls away, they stand with their foreheads resting together. Chloe's staring at her, a warm smile playing on her delicate features. Beca wants to lean in and kiss her again.

"We," she says instead, "should really get back to the party." She steps back, pulling Chloe in the direction they had come from. They need to find their shoes.

Chloe giggles, quick to follow Beca. She strides ahead, tugging Beca along with her. "Okay, kill-joy." She throws a wink over her shoulder. "Come on, Mrs. Mitchell."

Beca smiles and follows her wife back to their party.

[jurassicsickfics]

Story Request Ideas

As all my followers know, I'm always open and happy to recieve fic requests in asks. So I decided it might be fun to make a list of some prompts to choose from. Of course, you can ask about a custom prompt if you already had something in mind but you can choose from this as well if anything rings your bell! Enjoy! And I look forward to writing your ideas!

I've made all the points different to make your requests easier and quicker to phrase for you! Example:

2, B, and 🤢 with Caretaker: [Name] and Sickie: [Name]

Dialog prompts (Sickie):

1: "Hold my hair back...please..."

2: "I really don't feel good..."

3: "Please help me..."

4: "Ugh...help! I can't get it up!"

5: "I need a belly rub..."

6: "Look away...I'm gonna puke..."

7: "I don't mean to sound pathetic, but, please hold me..."

8: "Ow! It hurts so bad...*cries*"

9: "I'm so scared I might puke..."

10: "I am NOT crying!" *is obviously crying*

11: "I need a tissue right now or I'm gonna blow my nose on your shirt!"

12: "What?! No! I can't lose my voice!"

Dialog Prompts (Caretaker):

A: "Yuck, that's gross...you better be glad I love you."

B: "Oh sweetheart, come here. "

C: "You're not gonna throw up, are you?"

D: "You're gonna be ok. I'll make sure of that."

E: "Bless you, baby..."

F: "I told you not to eat/drink that..."

G: "Did you just gag?"

H: "Maybe you better go to the bathroom, huh?"

I: "Ok ok...let's get you home."

J: "I swear, I'm not mad. Why would I be mad over something you can't help?"

K: "Don't worry about it. I can wash it."

L: "I thought you were supposed to be tough, hm? What happened?"

Situation Prompts:

🤢: Sickie turning green and caretaker immediately offering their hands for them to puke into

🥵: cuddling in a cool shower/bath to lower sickie's fever

🤮: Sickie puking down caretaker's back while hugging/cuddling, and because they can't see it, it takes caretaker a few seconds to realize that that burp, was NOT just a burp

😭: Sickie getting super emotional and crying over every little thing

🤧: Sickie blowing their nose into caretaker's shirt

😰: Sickie with a nervous stomach

🤕: Sickie puking from pain

🫣: Squeamish caretaker trying desperately not to act grossed out

💔: Broken hearted sickie getting sick or sicker from emotional pain

🥹: Caretaker secretly finding sickie super cute when they're like this

🥶: Sickie having terrible fever chills and caretaker trying desperately to warm them up

😣: Sickie deciding or being forced to go to school/work anyway, and since caretaker is a coworker/classmate, they help them throughout the day

And last but not least, characters I write for!

All Jurassic Park or Jurassic World characters and the following Halloween characters: Laurie Strode, Annie Brackett, Lynda Van Der Klok, Allyson Nelson, Karen Nelson, Judith Myers, Molly Cartwell, John Tate, Will Brennan, Bob Simms, and Paul Freedman.

Have fun with this, ya'll!

[m4gp13]

Can we talk about how badly Frank was done dirty??? There are lots of reasons for this but I'm specifically going to look at his whole thing with Leo because that part hits closer to home. When I was reading HOO, I always looked forward to Frank's chapters because I related to him so much more than the other characters entirely because of his experience as the victim of Leo's bullying. When he made a mention that he was just waiting for Leo to make a mention about his short-lived gorilla transformation? That part hit hard.

I kept waiting for a chapter or even a little dialogue exchange where Frank or someone else calls Leo out for his shitty behaviour and makes him think critically about his actions. He tells his jokes to protect himself but doesn't consider the harm they cause to others. And he was especially mean to Frank for no reason. You could argue that he had an internalised rivalry with him because of the weird Hazel love triangle but while we know that Frank likes her (he and Hazel were dating when they met Leo) from what I remember we don't really get much from Leo about his feelings towards Hazel. We know he cares about her but we never really get a sense that he wants to get with her and we certainly don't see him thinking about Hazel the same way he was thinking about Thalia or Khione.

It just feels like he was being shitty to Frank mostly out of pettiness at best and just for the fun of it at worst. He never missed an opportunity to have a dig at him and the worst part is that FRANK KNOWS THIS. After the gorilla incident, he was bracing himself for whatever joke Leo would make about it! But then Frank magically turns buff and it stops being an issue? What the fuck? Frank's Magical Girl transformation into a hot guy is just so, so lazy on Rick's part because A) it makes the only plus-sized person in the main cast a conventionally attractive muscle jock, B) it acts as an easy way to bypass Frank's character development and C) it gives Leo an easy out so he never has to reckon with his gross bullying because Frank turns hot and suddenly Leo's okay with respecting him now? What's that supposed to imply? That Leo only bullied him because he was fat and now that he isn't Leo doesn't find it funny to make fun of him? Or that now he's too scared of his muscles to take the piss?

As someone who's been bullied, particularly for being the chubby kid, I found it so disgusting. I know Leo's a bit of a fan favourite but I just hated him the whole way through HOO because he was just so shitty and never had to change his views. He just shut up one day and it was all fine and dandy.

And it's not like there weren't opportunities to fix this. Leo and Frank's talk in the underwater cave could have been good for this. It's nice that got to bond over their mutual dead mothers, lack of homes and fear of fires but it would have been nice if during that talk Frank confronted Leo about his bullying and made him actually digest what his humorous defence mechanism is doing to the people around him. Telling jokes to protect yourself is fine but not when it actively harms another person. Also, Hazel was dating Frank and was very emotionally invested in Leo. She could see what was going on between them and, to my recollection, never spoke with either of them about it. She and Frank never had a talk about how uncomfortable Frank is with Leo and how much his digs hurt him. She never brought it up to Leo to ask why he treats Frank like that or ask him to talk. It's like she's in her own personal bubble completely separate from them.

Then there's Percy, who, in SoN, we're told has become very good friends with Frank. And then we never see that friendship at all in the next three books. Percy already doesn't like Leo and they have that little confrontation in the gladiator arena when they went to get Nike. It would have been really great if Leo got to express his anger at Percy for leaving Calypso, assuming he's objectively the Good Guy in the situation, but then is confronted by Percy for his treatment of Frank (Percy's supposed friend) and Leo needs to reorient himself in where he stands in relation to Percy and the others. He needs to get off his high horse and recognise the harm he has caused to others, just like Percy, instead of wallowing in his own paradoxical self-pity and superiority complex.

[fuckentoastybitch]

My VN List!

I'm listing them according to ones I've played and ones I plan to play (as well as brief notes about either my opinion on the game or why I'm interested in them, formatted like this.)

This is for my own personal collection tbh, I just need to put them all in one place.

A. Have played:

The Arcana. Played since I was 16, all time favourite and Julian is my husband. This game shaped my interest for fantasy settings and magic. BUT! As a long time fan I must warn new players that trying to get the full experience for this game is difficult because of its coin system. The only reason I manage to keep playing for years is because I literally take a year's worth of breaks in between routes and logged in every. Single. Day. to collect coins and keys. It's literally been 6 years and I still haven't 100% the game yet cause I simply didn't have that kind of energy and time to do that anymore, but I still love the characters very deeply till now.

Blooming Panic. Second all time fave. Fell for Quest first, fell for Toasty hardest, for some reason is obsessed with xyx. I've revolved my entire personality around BP since 2023.

ERROR 143. Fun! Micah is technically not my type but I really like the general aesthetic and humor of the game. Iirc there are still more content to come to the game so I am very excitedly and patiently waiting.

3 Seasons. This was short and sweet. I think what I liked the most about this was the unique character designs, especially Rye and Briar's. I heard the dev's are working on more content on the current LI's + Briar's route, I'm really excited for those.

Our Life: Beginning & Always. Our life was INCREDIBLE, to put it simply. The entire game and story was very well thought out that it even made me reflect on my own life at each phase along the game. It gave me a really strong sense of nostalgia and reminded me of my own feelings during every change I had experienced. I actually wanted to make a whole post about OLBA but I got busy and already forgot everything I wanted to say, ehe. I still have to play the DLC and get the remaining locked CGs though.

Assignment Due: Project Blue. THIS GAME IS ADORABLE. I already made a blog post about what I like about it and I will again emphasis on how this game felt like it was made specifically for me. I love Asher so much aaaaa. I heard rei, the dev is working on another game for Eden, I'm looking forward for that, too.

Coffee Talk. Coffee talk was so so good! I need to play more non-romance VNs too cause this was so enjoyable in terms of its storytelling, setting, gameplay and design. Every character had such a nice story that tied up nicely, even the MC who's supposed to be just an observer throughout the entire thing. Also the cozy vibes and music is a 10/10 would recommend.

A Date with Death. This one's so cute too! I played only one route last year and just picked it up again recently. I have only one route left to finish and the new DLC!. Anyways yes the Grim Reaper is very babygirl I can attest to it.

seekL. THIS IS SO GOOD. SO SO GOOD. If you didn't see the one week phase where I basically went insanely obsessed with seekL, you missed out. Hacker man save me.. save me.. hackerman..

B. Want to play:

Lost in Limbo. Really pretty art and interesting concept. The theme seems very fantasy/magic centric which really pulls me in. But this game is still a WIP iirc

When The Night Comes. Technically I'm currently playing this one, but only the intro and hadn't touched the game in months cause I've been busy. Again, the fantasy setting caught my interest aaand I just met Ezra but I already love him. Will continue this as soon as I can!

Infinite Blue. I've played the demo! Very mysmes reminiscent lol. The game looked very cute so far and Brooklyn reminded me that I'll never run away from my old man liker allegations. It's already out so I def gotta play it soon.

Coffee Talk Episode 2. Don't really need an explanation for this one except that the new characters I've seen so far looks really cool.

Tavern Talk. D&D inspired Coffee Talk! If it's not obvious already, I LOVE fantasy settings so even though I've never played D&D, it is right up my alley and I wish I could play it someday. I've been eyeing the production of this game for a while so I'm really excited that it's finally out!

Obscura. This one looks really REALLY cool but I haven't actually read into what it's actually about. The art alone looks good enough to get my attention. Really curious about it, I hope I'll play it soon.

Intertwine. Just from looking at the 2023 Otome Jam entries overall I thought this one looked most visually appealing to me. I love the color scheme, and the aesthetic reminds of the string of fate myth (that probably is the theme)

DATA BR<3ACH. I'm usually not a fan of cyberpunk setting but this one seemed pretty intriguing to me visually!

Innerlog. By Jenny V Pham! I enjoyed Error 143 so I have no doubt I'll enjoy this one too.

Andromeda Six. My impression of this one is "space D&D" lol. I can't believe I haven't played this one yet.

TOUCHSTARVED. I can NOT believe only the demo is out cause the quality looks like it should've been a long existing popular franchise. One thing I'm a little hesitant about playing this game is because it's goth themed and in case you haven't noticed, a lot of the media I like have a softer, more pastel aesthetic. lol. But that's a personal preference and yet I definitely need to play it sometime soon.

Cupid's Chatroom. There's really not much to say. Pink aesthetic? Mysterious chatsim that appeared out of nowhere? My cup of tea 100%

Na Daoine Maithe. I've played the demo of this one and it is sooo interesting. I like myths but I've never really read into Gaelic ones. The art is so pretty and the story so far is very intriguing. I can't wait for the full game.

Swiped!: Double Shots of Love. FINALLY AN INDIE VN WITH OLDER MALE LOVE INTERESTS DFKJFDSJKD I played the demo, it was really really cute! The professor LI was made to call me out lol

Wake Me Up If You Need Me. A game made by rice! Someone who I've seen around in the fandom and who's really talented at making songs and audios. I had no idea they made a game but I just found it recently and I have to play it.

Keyframes. It looks really good but I'm interested mostly cause I found out Charlatean (Toasty's VA) is in this kjsdhfgkjd

Rekindle. I follow the lovely artist that's creating it and the DEMO IS OUT!. I saw one (1) art of Jules and he is EXACTLY my type so I'm already looking forward to this game.

Our Life: Now & Forever. Baxter's OL game! I already loved Cove's so I'm really really interested in this version of the game. Plus, I actually really like the autumn aesthetic compared to Cove's beachy style.

Hummingbird's Crown. Has a very interesting premise: a time loop mystery. I'm definitely interested in this one for its story potential rather than the romance, I love me a good mystery.

Aaand that's it. Thankfully "( – ⌓ – )

There's actually a few more that I added in my twitter bookmarks but those are relatively new and I haven't decided if I really want to play them yet. I'm following the devs though so that interest might grow over time. These lists are long enough as they are already, haha.

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Penguins on Parade

Edgar Allan Poe: i feel like there's been way too much drama here lately Poe: too many cranks just venting obsessions and paranoias! Poe: can't we just hear a nice, simple, old-fashioned horror story? HP Lovecraft: i-i've got one Poe: ...son of a bitch

Poe: ok howard let's hear it August Derleth: wooo! yeah! Derleth: go off Howard, you got this! Lovecraft: y-yeah ok Derleth: a-grade storytelling, right here! modern master!

Lovecraft: a premise occurred to me one night while in the throes of fitful sleep Derleth: yes! yes! tossing and turning! sweat that plot out Lovecraft: about an ill-fated expedition to the Antarctic Derleth: cold as ice! chilly like my willy, baby Lovecraft: p-please stop

Poe: ah, the South Pole Poe: a promising location for a doomed voyage Poe: not to spoil anything but Poe: they all drown in the magnetic whirlpool, right? Lovecraft: Poe: that resides at the bottom of the world, right? Lovecraft: Poe: perhaps they're slaughtered by hostile peoples of the inner earth?

Lovecraft: n... Lovecraft: no, there's a continent there Poe: oh, a fantasy story? fun!

Lovecraft: even the beginning of this terrible journey is fraught with peril Lovecraft: for they must encounter that most loathsome of all birds Lovecraft: THE PENGUIN Clive Barker: Barker: ah ha ha Barker: oh man Barker: let's fucking go, curtain up

Dean Koontz: i like penguins :) Koontz: stephen let me watch happy feet Koontz: it was funny Koontz: except for the seal Stephen King: we had to fast-forward past the seal King: and the orcas King: pretty much the entire second half Koontz: i like when they dance

Lovecraft: b-but these are no ordinary penguins Lovecraft: the average penguin is black AND white Lovecraft: a hideous mixture in itself Lovecraft: yet these massive creatures are ALBINO

Lovecraft: so pale as to be mistaken for snowdrifts at a distance Lovecraft: you might say they are passing for white Poe: uhh Derleth: shhh, let him cook

Lovecraft: t-the group found a perplexing frozen specimen Lovecraft: i-it was only when they discovered the ruins later that they realized it was a being of great intelligence Lovecraft: for, you see Lovecraft: the thing had no skull to measure

Lovecraft: millions of years ago, the Old Ones flourished upon the continent Lovecraft: they built a society dedicated to pure scientific achievement Lovecraft: yet, in the cruelest irony Lovecraft: they were overwhelmed by sheer brute strength Barker: lol Barker: get owned nerds

Lovecraft: i-it was a most grand civilization Lovecraft: accomplished universities. safe to slither the streets at night Lovecraft: and then a certain kind of creature Lovecraft: i shall not say whom Lovecraft: took over Lovecraft: and the property values... they plummeted

Derleth: okay look i'm getting a little sick of all of you calling Howard a bigot Derleth: i keep telling you he's simply a man of his time Lovecraft: the shoggoths were faceless slaves of the deepest black hue Lovecraft: possessing a fiendish malevolence to compensate for their lack of a brain Derleth: Derleth: oh and i suppose you're just going to take THAT out of context

Lovecraft: most chilling of all the shoggoths' attributes was their infernal piping Lovecraft: it imitated the structure of the Old Ones' music Lovecraft: but it was as if they spoke rather than harmonized it Lovecraft: and inserted coarse references to anatomy

Lovecraft: there were indeed some horrors in this house Lovecraft: and they were wet and gushy Lovecraft: no bucket or mop would suffice

Lovecraft: they escaped with their lives, yet Danford was tormented by visions of the shoggoth unto madness Lovecraft: for knowledge of the unknown has a terrible price, and death and ignorance are our only mercies Lovecraft: the end Derleth: Barker: Poe: Koontz: King: King: so, Dean, I have this DVD of Norm of the North

John W. Campbell: say, that's a pretty good yarn, but couldn't more happen with the shapeshifting Campbell: what if the shoggoth was able to fully mimic its human prey Lovecraft: fully ASSIMILATED among men? Lovecraft: there is cosmic horror, sir, and then there is simply bad taste

Thanks to guest writer my pal Morbiose for help with this thread!

[riku-izanami]

Costume Chaos....3?

Team RWBY dorm

Ruby: AAAAALright team rwby! I refuse to be out done by team jnpr, so Let's show off our awesome costumes too!

Yang: *cheering*

Blake: *waving a small rwby flag*

Weiss: *rolling her eyes* how childish.

Yang: Come on, weiss cream. It'll be fun, just gotta get that stick out your ass

Weiss: Xia Long!

Ruby: Swear!

Blake: Let's get back on topic please....

Ruby: Right, Right, what was i talking about. Oh right, I know this was super sudden and we probably didn't have the money afford good ones

Weiss: Speak for yourself

Ruby: Anyways! i had Jaune make us some choice outfits based on our own personal interests *Dumps an entire box of costumes on the floor*

Yang: OOOohhhhh~

Blake: Oh wow

Weiss: * leafing through some of the costumes* Some of this material is very expensive and quite hard to come by. When exactly did you ask him to make these?

Ruby: Just yesterday actually

Y/B/W:........How the...

Ruby: Who cares, we got great costumes for free!

Yang: Can't go wrong with free stuff *looking through the pile* Oh~ momma likey

Blake: *holding up one outfit* They are very well made

Weiss: *Finally relenting* I suppose it wouldn't hurt to look through them.

Yang: *harshly, but playfully smash Weiss on her back* THAT'S THE TICKET ICE QUEEN! Dibs on the bathroom first!

1hr 35 in later

Ruby: Lookout Villians!

Ruby's costume

Its LadyBug!

Yang: *chuckling* Could have guessed as much. You love that show.

Ruby: Well at least it's better than who ever Weiss is supposed to be

Weiss: excuse me,

Weiss's costume...

I'm the first female General of Atlas! The Queen of the north, Olivier Marie Armstrong!?

Yang & Ruby:.....who?

Weiss: *throwing up her hands* Unbelievable! And who are you supposed to be Xia Long?

Yang's costume

Yang: I'm Goku, duh. Anyways what's taking Blake so long?

Ruby: Yeah she is taking a long time, *knocking on the bathroom* Blake are you ok in there?

Blake: *from inside* Yeah...just give me a minute!

Weiss: You've been in there for over 30 min, Are you sure?

Yang: *smirking* You aren't diddling yourself in there are you?

Blake: Oh my Oum, Yang!

Yang: *laughing* Sorry, but seriously what's going on in there?

Blake: umm...costume's a bit tight......having a hard time getting it on.

Weiss: Need some help getting it on?

Blake: No....I think I got it

The door opens revealing Blake's costume (just the body her head is uncovered)

Ruby: Woooaahhh

Weiss: Not bad...i suppose

Yang: *whistling* Lookin good kit-kat, really highlights your Assests

Collective sighs fill the room in response

Ruby: Not funny Yang.

Yang: Come on, look at her I had to

Blake: No no...I understand.

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Blake's body jerked forward suddenly.

Yang: You ok Blake?

Blake: Yeah....just kinda hungry

F̵͇̼̼̹̥̔̓͜O̷̡̻͕̱̻̳̣͕̘̾͌̾̑ͅǑ̸̱͖̤̺̖͎̫̹̋̉͆̈́͑ͅD̸̠͖̭̱͚̳̮͍̣̄͐̏͠ ̶̡̡̩̬͙̙̉͊̃̆̊͒̓͘N̶̨͛O̸̭̳͂̉͘͠W̸̖̼̲͇͠!̴̰̔̑̏

Blake: *lurches towards the door* Woah..umm...ok I think i'm gonna go get something to eat now....LAter

She shot out the door, jerking and stumbling around.

Yang:......Oooooooooooooooookay....Weird

Ruby: I'll say. enom costume's right here

______________________________________________________________Why blake is wearing the venom symbiote.....eh....why not it's Halloween. things can get crazy

[cilil]

🌿 for ask game. thank you!

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

Now I may be both a good and bad person to ask about that because I've been inspired and writing almost every day for 2 1/2 years straight now and, while there certainly were unproductive episodes in terms of output or low motivation or stress and anxiety keeping me away from writing itself, I always had inspiration in my head at least; I suppose you could say I've been somewhat "blessed" with keeping this up without putting in real conscious effort. I don't think there's a secret recipe either, but I'll try to give some helpful (?) ideas :)

So a good chunk of this is sadly, or at least I suspect it might be so, dependent on how prone to hyperfixation and how attached to an individual thing you are on a personal level. Speaking for myself, I'm the kind of person who always has their "one main thing" and sticks with it for several years at least (I was tenacious enough to spend 5 years doing my own thing in a dead fandom) and slowly digs deeper and deeper as time goes on. Others may change interests more frequently, be in several fandoms at once or experience greater fluctuations with high and low creativity. That leads us to my first point: Know who you are and work with that, don't try to be anyone else.

The second thing I think is important is to find a good balance between trying to be reliable and finish your stuff and give yourself some space to do whatever you feel like and fuck around. You may have heard creativity being compared to a river before and it's true: Too much human interference - for example straightening a river - can impact the environment around it negatively, and too much scheduling and deadlines and forcing yourself to be creative will impact your creativity negatively. Make sure you have the space to at least occasionally do what comes to mind. You should be working on project A, but you're feeling project B? Work on B for a while. The muses are moody.

Another thing that may seem a little contradictory at first, but I think is helpful: Keep at it. If you do whatever is your creative thing regularly, it's less of a "big deal" and threshold to cross every time, it becomes natural and a comforting part of your routine. For writers, drabble challenges and prompt events are examples for good tools to ensure you write at least semi-regularly. But again, please don't feel like you have to force yourself to create every single day, especially if you're someone who experiences periods of little to no creative energy. That's fine. Let yourself recharge. We're all different (in general what works for me doesn't have to work for everyone else).

Now if you do find yourself in a bit of a creative slump or lose passion for a project you used to enjoy a lot, here are some things you can try:

Take a break and do something else. Scratch a different itch. Have fun!

Put yourself in the right mood/mindset by looking for media that evokes the feelings/vibes needed for your project (note that this will work better for people who are highly sensitive or otherwise react/connect to media on an emotional level more strongly). Examples: A playlist, a specific song you associate with your work, a movie/book/game/etc that inspired you, artwork of a character

Talk about it with someone else. Be excited together. Ask for advice if needed. Or just talk through whatever block you have; you may not even consciously realize it, but just to have someone listening will help with explaining the situation to both them and yourself and clearing it up

Write a project list (I recommend either a spreadsheet or a handwritten one). Sometimes the crux with a project is simply all the disorganized noise around it and you begin to feel anxious which causes writer's block and/or kills your creativity. Writing a list can clear that up, make you feel more calm and collected and show you a clear way forward. Note: This applies to other situations in life too. Try it and I promise things will become easier to handle

That's all I can think of right now. Again I can't promise any of this is "the secret sauce, but maybe some of it can help someone :)

[ivarlover]

UNDENIABLE

(Sequel to UNLEASHED) Part 1

(It was supposed to be just one chapter, but a million and one words later, here we are)

Alex + Modern Ivar

Mentions of Female Reader + Hvitserk

I'm so sorry this sequel has taken so long. It has seriously kicked my ass. This was supposed to be just a one-shot but the story has come alive for me (& for my friend) and the need to write more can't be ignored. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it! 🔥

Summary: During a hot weekend with your classmate, Alex, and his best friend, Ivar, the two of them had their own fun together. And now, it had turned into what looked like a confusing situation in the light of day. What did it all mean to them now? What would happen with their friendship? Can they move forward as friends or has all been lost? Is friends to lovers even a possibility at this point?

Inspired by a naughty conversation with a friend of mine. 😍 (You know who you are).

Warnings: For this sequal in general; each chapter will have its own warnings.

Totally NSFW, Unprotected anal sex (male receiving), male to male contact and more, heartbreak, and a bad case of the feels, and smut, with me, there is ALWAYS smut 🤣

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Words: I don't know; there are many, many words 🤣

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It had been a few days since the wild weekend at Y/N's place. Alex hadn't heard from Ivar, but he really hadn't thought much about it because he and Ivar would usually talk by at least Thursday evening or Friday morning to discuss their weekend plans for the bar. He assumed Ivar didn't want things to be weird, so he'd chosen to keep up with their usual. Although, if Alex said it didn't bother him a bit, he'd be lying.

All he had been able to think about was Ivar and their time together. He knew it had definitely changed things between them, but he did honestly hope it hadn't been a mistake. He sincerely didn't want to lose Ivar as his best friend. He'd find a way to forget anything had ever happened and never act on his feelings again if it was the only way for them to remain friends. He'd been able to hide his feelings this long, and he knew he could do it again if he had to.

He saw Y/N in class, and other than more than their usual flirting, things with them had been the same. He was relieved, too. He didn't think he'd like it if they were awkward.

It had been really hard for Alex to concentrate in class. When Friday rolled around and he still hadn't heard anything from Ivar, he decided he was ditching class. When you walked in, he told you, "Want to go have lunch with me instead of this damn class?"

You looked him up and down, winked, and said, "Oh, of course I do!"

"No, Y/N. I'm serious. I need someone to talk to."

Noting the seriousness in his tone, you answered him, "Oh shit. I'm sorry. OK. Sure. Let's go."

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Sitting at the table, nibbling at his burger, Alex clearly looked stressed. He'd begin to speak, but then he'd stop himself. After doing that a couple of times, you decided to help him out. "Let me guess. You haven't heard anything from Ivar, and it's freaking you out?"

"Oh my God. How do you know that?" He asked, so panicked.

"I know the feeling. I've been there before myself, Alex," you tried, "But honestly, I don't think you have anything to worry about. Just chill a minute."

"How could you even possibly know that? I think he must regret everything and now I've probably lost my best friend, too. I'm such an idiot." Alex dropped his head to his hands and just shook it back and forth.

You leaned forward and grabbed one of his hands and squeezed. "Listen to me, Alex. You're being way too hard on yourself. This is all new to you, and I get it, but didn't you see how he was with you the rest of the weekend? He was an absolute sweetheart with you, Alex. It was obvious that he really cares for you. Something has probably just came up, and he's been busy. Why don't you just call him? The phone works both ways, ya know."

Alex seemed a bit surprised. You could see him thinking, probably remembering the weekend, "What? What do you mean the way he was with me? He's always a sweetheart. That's why I...I...ummm," he couldn't spit it out. You couldn't help but notice how cute he was when he was nervous like this.

"That's why you love him?" You decided to rip the bandaid off all at once. "And that's why you're flipping out right now." His eyes grew wide, and his mouth dropped, but he didn't say anything, not even when you waited for him to. So you began again, "Well, the way he made sure you were comfortable constantly, checking if you needed anything for one. I bet he was also like that when," you paused and looked around to be sure there wasn't anyone too close, and lowered your voice, "I bet he was also like that with you intimately in my bed, too, huh?"

His heart stopped, and he smacked you on the arm, trying desperately not to smile and failing. "Y/N!"

You laughed, "What? It's true. I know it is. Don't try playing shy with me after what we shared. He was almost, I don't know, protective of you. Like your needs were before anything. I also watched how he looked at you when you guys cooked breakfast for me, for us. He was in awe with you, Alex. His gaze on you was just so lovenly and appreciative, like he'd found gold with you. How would you not fall in love with that? Hell, I fell in love with the thought of the two of you just watching it all unfold. But umm, damn someone if they ever hurt you or even think of trying to because umm, well, he'd kill them!" You laughed again.

Alex just looked at you, completely stunned.

"Oh my God! Please tell me you noticed all of those things!" you huffed out.

"Well, I mean, umm, well, I don't know Y/N. Maybe? Kind of, I guess." You saw his wheels turning. "I guess I just didn't think anything about it and haven't analyzed it, umm like you clearly have," he laughed, "But if all of that is true, why has he ignored me all week? I mean, at minimum, we have a business to run together, and we've never gone this long without speaking, even if it's just a quick call to say, 'Hey, I'm busy. Do whatever you want with the bar this weekend and I'll be in touch soon.' But no, I haven't heard a word."

Alex looked so lost, so hurt, and unsure of himself. It broke your heart to see the pain across his face. "Look, just call him already!"

"Well, I'm..umm Fuck! I don't know. I don't want to come across as pushy or clingy. Or.. oh fuck! What if he regrets it, Y/N?" Alex dropped his head and stared at the table. You weren't sure but it seemed he was trying to fight back tears.

You hated how well you understood his feelings, but you knew, you seriously had felt what Ivar didn't say, that Ivar didn't regret the weekend's events. You also knew there was no convincing Alex so you didn't even try. You knew there was a logical explanation. It was just trying to figure out what it was. So rather than guess, you picked up Alex's phone from the table.

"Wait! Y/N! What the hell are you doing? No!" Alex seriously almost had a heart attack.

"Well, it's your fault. I told you Sunday I couldn't believe you didn't have a lock on your phone!" You laughed as you scrolled though his phone, quickly finding Ivar's number. "Now, here! Call him! For all you know, he thinks you're the one regretting everything," and you handed him his phone, already calling Ivar.

He looked at you, completely dumbfounded. You knew he wanted to just scream. He raised the phone to his ear just in time. "Hello?" Ivar's voice said on the other end of the line. Alex said nothing. You nudged him, trying to remind him to speak. "Umm, hello? Alex?" Ivar said again.

Finally, Alex came to his senses, "Hey, umm, Ivar. I just, umm, well, I haven't heard from you. I.., I just wanted to ask about this weekend. Umm, the bar? That couple is supposed to come in tomorrow to see if they want to use it for their after party. I.. ummm," Alex's heart was pounding. He couldn't remember another time being so nervous about a simple phone call and to his best friend at that.

Ivar quickly cut him off. "Umm, Alex, I'm sorry. I can't be there. Something important has come up. I promise you I'll explain as soon as I have the time, but can you handle it without me this time? I, I'll make it up to you."

Ivar sounded detached or distracted, almost cold, and as soon as Alex was going to ask if everything was ok, he heard a female voice in the background. "Ivar, darling, who is that on the phone? Can you please come help me with the wine, sweetheart?"

Alex's heart completely stopped. Sweetheart? Darling? He wasn't even able to respond at all when Ivar quickly began to speak over her, pretty much rushing Alex off the phone, "Hey, umm, Alex? I have to go. We'll talk soon, ok? Bye," and he abruptly hung up on Alex.

Absolutely stunned, Alex just looked at the phone, still in his hand, like it was something he'd never seen before, as if it was a foreign object from another planet. You took the phone from his grip and placed it on the table. He looked at you, fighting back the tears that were now swelling up in his eyes, nearly the same way he had the phone.

You were sitting close enough to him that you'd heard everything on the other end of the phone as well. It didn't make sense to you but you had no explanation. Looking at Alex absolutely broke your heart. He didn't have to say a word. It was written across his face. He was absolutely devastated. You wanted to tell him not to jump to conclusions, that this had proven nothing, good or bad, but you knew now wasn't the time.

Completely distraught, at a loss for more conversation, he looked over at you, "Umm, home? Please," his voice cracked.

"Absolutely," you put your arm around his waist as he stood up. He clearly needed the extra support. The two of you walked out.

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Not wanting him to be left alone at his place, you decided he was coming home with you. There wasn't any talking on the Uber ride there. He just looked out the window, completely lost in his thoughts.

Once in your living room, Alex basically fell to the sofa. He finally spoke, "Can I have a drink? The hardest thing you've got."

The two of you drank a glass of vodka together without even saying a word until you set your drink down and finally spoke up. "Alex, hey," you said softly. You placed your hand on his shoulder, and he looked at you, one tear finally breaking away from his eye and streaming down his cheek. You leaned over and wiped it from his cheek.

"Hey, there is no reason for you to be so upset. You seriously don't know anything yet. Give him a chance first. He said he'd explain when he could. This is all so new to you both, and you haven't outlined anything yet. I know you don't want to hear this right now, but you need to. If it really is what you think, he's technically not done anything wrong, yet."

He glared at you, and you felt the sting. "Look, all I'm saying is, yes, proceed cautiously, but take it easy on yourself, man. I know, Alex, I know that he did not use you. Just hold these awful feelings you have right now and wait until the two of you have a chance to talk."

Trying to catch his breath and prevent more tears, Alex sat quietly for a minute before he said anything. Breathing deeply, he finally began, "That's just it. He can be so fucking ruthless, Y/N. He probably felt ridiculous because of letting himself be put in such a vulnerable situation, with you and me both, that he went out and found some woman to take back to his place to fuck away his memory." He felt himself getting mad. "I thought I meant something to him but he just wanted a good time. He played me for a fool and I wanted to believe it so badly because I..umm, I.. it's not important. I just believed him because it sounded good in my fantasy world that anything with us could be real."

"Oh, Alex," you pulled him to you and gave him a hug, his head resting on your shoulder with your hand on the back of it. He began to cry, hard, his face now buried in your shoulder and hair.

What you wouldn't give to take his pain away! You couldn't even see, now, how sexy he was in your arms. All you saw was his heartbreak. And your heart seriously just broke into two pieces for him. "You're jumping to too many conclusions, Alex. There's no way he's that good of an actor that he fooled us both. I'm sorry you're so hurt, though. Cry it out here with me, babe. You'll be ok. I promise."

With his red, tear stained face, Alex looked up at you. You wiped his tears with one hand, the other still holding the back of his head. You moved his hair away from his face and leaned down to kiss him on his forehead.

Misunderstanding your intentions or maybe just to get his mind off of everything, as you leaned down to kiss his forehead, he leaned up and kissed you on the lips. It was such a sweet, tender kiss. His arm wrapped around your shoulder and he pulled you closer into him, deepening the kiss.

As your heart began to race, you began kissing him back, quickly remembering how nice his lips felt against yours. And then, suddenly, your entire body stiffened. You slowly pulled away from him and sat up on the sofa, dropping your arms from him. He gave you a confused look.

"Alex, you have to know I adore you. I would happily spend my days doing nothing but kissing you," you gave him a warm smile, "But not like this. You guys need to talk and figure things out before you and I can do anything else. I'm, umm, I'm sorry."

He shook his head yes. "No, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking, Y/N. But can I ask you something?" he asked sheepishly.

"Of course you can."

"Could I stay here tonight? I just don't feel like being alone in my place right now," his face flushed, "And don't worry, I can sleep right here on the sofa."

It felt kind of sweet that he felt comfortable asking you to stay and knew that he could trust you.

"Yes, of course," you said, "But Alex?"

"Yes?"

"You will not sleep on this uncomfortable sofa. You can sleep in the bed with me! I trust you." You smiled at him, and he finally gave you a small smile, too. "But no funny business, ok?" And you laughed.

"Thank you, Y/N." He hugged you so tightly it melted your heart.

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The next day, Alex went into the bar a little early. He wanted to be sure things were clean and looked nice for the couple that would be there a little later. Of course, he couldn't help but think about Ivar. It was so strange to be there doing this type of work without him.

He'd accepted that things weren't going to be the way he'd hoped. He really did actually understand and he knew he wouldn't be able to stay mad at Ivar for long. He really had no right. Y/N was right about that part, at least.

But. It just hurt. He yearned for Ivar's touch, his smell, their conversations, and stupid shenanigans. He missed their laughs and that connection of having someone by his side who truly knew him and understood him without the need to explain everything. He just hoped he wouldn't also lose him as a friend. He was sincerely worried about that.

As tears came to the surface, he pushed all his thoughts away. He knew he could do this. He'd be ok. He focused on work. That was what was best now.

As luck would have it, the couple decided to have their party at the bar. It would be the following Saturday night and he knew there was lots of work to be done. He was happy for this. He knew he'd be busy.

As something this big for the bar called for a celebration of sorts, Alex felt the need to share it with someone. He called you and invited you out to the bar for some dancing and drinks. You happily accepted.

You had such a great time. Alex was more like the Alex you knew. He was playful and fun and inappropriately flirtatious, as always. You felt like you'd been laughing all night, and it was great.

"Hey! I love this song!" Alex grabbed your hand, pulling you toward the dance floor. "Dance with me to this one, and then I'll take you home if you're ready."

"Don't you have to stay and close up?" you asked, surprised he'd offered you a ride. "I mean, you know I live close by."

"Umm, owner's perk. Hello. We have other guys to close up," he said, and you both laughed.

You could tell how much Alex loved to dance. It was fun just watching him and nice to see him in better spirits than the night before. You understood why people liked being around him. This mood of his was contagious.

As the song finished, a slower song began and you started to head back to your seats. He caught you by your wrist, twirled you around, and said, "Just one more?"

"Oh hell, why not?" and he pulled you closer to him, one arm wrapping around your waist, and the other hand holding yours as you began to sway back and forth. "This is nice, Alex. Thank you for such an entertaining evening," you said to him in his ear, trying to be sure he heard you. "I'm so happy that couple chose here for their party."

He smiled and told you, also in your ear, "You really are a great friend, Y/N. Thanks for helping me celebrate and keep my mind off of, well, you know, things." And as the two of you danced, your cheeks rested on each other's.

It was nice to be this close to someone so attractive and not feel any pressure from him. You knew the two of you were going to be even closer friends now, and you were actually excited just thinking about it. Now, if you could just help him get the Ivar part of it all figured out.

Oh, fuck! Ivar! You happened to be facing the door, and you saw Ivar standing in the front of the bar, just inside. At first, you thought you were seeing things. It was like you'd thought him up. He was just standing there, watching the two of you intently, with a strange look across his face.

Relieved, you waited for him to walk up to you guys to surprise Alex, but he never did. When you looked back at the doors for him, he hadn't moved. He looked violent, almost like a pcycho, and honestly, it scared you.

You hadn't noticed until Alex spoke, but you had completely frozen there where you were and had stopped dancing altogether, as your eyes locked with Ivar's. "Y/N, what's wrong? What happened?" Alex asked, completely oblivious, still, that Ivar was a bit behind him, watching.

"Ummm, Alex, don't flip out, but umm, Ivar is staring at us."

"WHAT?! Don't flip out? Why would I flip out? Oh my God! Where is he?" Alex turned around as you told him he was by the door. He instantly spotted him. "What the hell is he doing? Why doesn't he..." and he stopped talking for a second and froze, too. "Awe, fuck! Look Y/N, stay here. I'll be right back."

"But, Alex. Wait. No. But..."

He interrupted you, "Seriously, I know that look of his. Just wait for me. OK? I'll be back." He saw your worried look and told you, "Seriously, Y/N, he's not going to hurt me. He is just pissed. I'll be right back," and as he turned to walk toward Ivar, Ivar went out the door.

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Alex sped up to catch up to him. As he stepped outside, he saw Ivar walking quickly toward the parking deck. "Hey, Ivar! Wait up!" Alex called out to him. Ivar kept going, never stopping or turning around. "Ivar!" Alex yelled again and continued to follow him.

As they made it just into the parking deck, Alex finally caught up to Ivar. He placed his hand on Ivar's shoulder and gently squeezed. "Hey, man! Didn't you hear me? Why are you leaving so quickly without coming to talk to us?" Ivar stopped dead in his tracks but didn't answer or turn around. "Ivar, what's wrong? Please, talk to me. Look, there's no pressure from me. I just don't want to lose my best friend. I,..umm, I've missed you." Alex turned Ivar around facing him.

To Alex's surprise, Ivar had tears in his eyes and looked down at the ground. He pulled away from Alex, making Alex's hands fall from his shoulders. He started to turn back around to continue walking away when Alex said, "Really? I haven't heard from you in a week, and you're just going to act like it's nothing. You're not going to talk to me or anything and just leave?" He tried to control himself. He knew he was on the verge of tears himself, but he didn't want to cry in front of Ivar.

Ivar turned back and looked at Alex. Fighting back his tears, he finally answered him, "I, I have to leave, Alex. I, umm, I can't stay and talk to you. I can't, not now. Now isn't the time."

Alex took a step closer to him, "Fuck, Ivar, stop talking in riddles and just tell me what's wrong. What happened? You owe me that much, don't you think?" He knew he sounded a lot more pissed than he'd intended but he couldn't help it. He needed answers.

"Fine. I guess we're doing this," Ivar practically growled at him. "I came to talk to you in the bar...but I saw you with Y/N. You sure as hell didn't appear to be missing me then."

Completely shocked, Alex answered him, "You've got to be shitting me!" As he began, he felt his blood begin to boil with anger. "You came to talk to me AT WORK? After a fucking week. A fucking week, Ivar! I panicked around my house, couldn't concentrate in class, and fucking cried myself to sleep just last night," he shuddered at the memory, "But you, you waited a fucking week and then have the balls to get pissed at ME for being with Y/N?! What the fuck! For your information, all Y/N has done is try to help me, try to convince me to not give up on you, and try her best to make sense of all these questions you've left me with. I, I thought we were closer than that, Ivar. I'm sorry. I, umm," he paused for a minute, cathching his nerve and fighting his, still very present, tears, "I thought we were at the beginning of something here. But, I... umm, I can see you regretted it. Fine, but you owe me an explanation! At the very least!" As he waited for some kind of response, he felt his heart slowly crumbling.

Ivar couldn't believe his ears. This is why he didn't want to talk right now. He knew they had too many emotions, too much anger, and unanswered questions, but seeing Alex like this, knowing how hurt he was, just broke Ivar. That had not been the plan. Not at all.

However, seeing Alex with Y/N like that, all happy, dancing with her like he didnt have a care in the world, without him, had struck a nerve in him, one he hadn't expected. Especially with the horrible week he'd had. The week he knew he needed to explain to Alex.

Now that he looked at Alex, all his anger evaporated almost as quickly as it had appeared. Deep down, he knew he had no right to be upset about Alex being with Y/N at all, no right to be jealous. Wait. Is that what it was? Was he jealous? Of all people! He knew he had no reason to be jealous of Y/N, but he couldn't help how he felt. That's why he'd been trying to leave without saying something he didn't really mean, something he knew he'd regret.

He realized he really needed to take the time to figure out what all this truly was and, yes, that they needed to talk. He just knew this wasn't the place. There was too much to discuss.

Ivar finally began to speak, placing his hand on Alex's cheek. As he did, tears streamed down Alex's face which pissed him off but he couldn't control it. "Alex, I, I don't know where to even begin. There's so much to say, to discuss." Alex didn't say a word, waiting for Ivar to continue, his stare piercing into Ivar. "So much has happened and I don't know how to handle it all, but seriously, it's too much to talk about here."

Alex couldn't remember another time when he'd felt so insecure. So he'd been right. Ivar did regret it. He figured he may as well cut to the chase and go ahead and get all the breaking done at once. "Ivar, it's ok. I don't hold it against you and I don't have unrealistic expectations here," his heart broke more with each word as the tears continued despite him trying to will them to stop and to sound strong. "I just, I miss my best friend. We said we wouldn't do this."

Ivar missed him, too, but he knew they couldn't do this right now. "Alex, I.." Ivar began speaking, but his phone rang, so he took it out of his pocket.

"Are you serious right now?" Alex couldn't believe Ivar would answer his phone at a time like this, right in the middle of their important conversation.

Ivar looked at his phone screen, "Shit! Alex, I'm sorry. I can't explain right now but I have to take this." He took a few steps away and answered the call. Alex simply stood there, dumbfounded.

Although Ivar had stepped away, it apparently wasn't far enough because Alex could still hear the voice on the line with Ivar. The same female voice from the other night spoke, and Alex could just make out the words, "Sweetheart, where are you? I need you to come home. Now." The words struck Alex like a knife.

He heard Ivar's panicked voice. "Yes, yes! Ok! Yes, I'm on my way! I'm sorry." As Ivar continued to explain himself to whoever was on the phone, Alex decided he'd heard enough. He'd tried. He'd truly thought they could have fixed things at least so that their friendship could be saved but now, he wasn't so sure. He'd never seen Ivar like this before , so apologetic, and he no longer felt like staying around for him to explain.

As the final pieces of his heart broke, Alex turned and walked back toward the bar, never looking back.

Once Ivar hung up the phone, he turned to try to explain to Alex why he must leave now, in such a hurry. Alex was no longer standing there. He called out his name but there was no answer. He felt torn. He wanted to go after Alex but he really did need to go back home. After a minute of deliberation, Ivar went to the car he'd driven there in and got in. Looking back to where Alex had been standing, he sat there a minute and then finally drove away.

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[kyistell]

It's my birthday today! Which I am happy about, I'm 17 which...not so happy about but whatever.

I don't really feel older, honestly I'm kind of just out of it. I suppose it doesn't really feel like my birthday much at all, that happens when you get older right? You feel it less and less? I don't know man I'm spitballin here.

I'm going swimming in a little while, which will be fun, hopefully we're getting OutBack since we haven't in forever and it's my birthday damn it. I originally wanted to go skating today but with me staying up all night and poppy needing to work it just didn't work out, maybe that's why I'm out of it, who knows (I sure don't).

After today the only thing I'm looking forward to is the beginning of the NHL pre-season because OH do I have plans for that AND the season it's self, it's gonna be real fun (so long as I keep up with it).

Anyway, y'all have a good rest of yer day, I'll have a good rest of my B-day, byeeee!!

[thessalian]

Thess vs The Blessing/Suck Balance

The first thing I will say is that yes, I am well aware that I post a lot about American politics, even though I don't live there. I am going to continue doing so, for a lot of reasons. Like ... most of my nearest and dearest live there, and most of them are in really horrible positions if Trump gets back in. Like ... even if I didn't know anyone in the fucking country, I have this little thing called empathy, and I don't want anyone to suffer what Trump would be willing to do to the US. Like ... also the passingly curious fact that politics does not exist in a vacuum and Trump getting into the White House the first time was already seen as proof that some really horrific shit is not only acceptable but desirable, and this country is bad enough as it is without more of that populist bigoted bullshit. Seriously, having been through the whole "elect a populist leader" bullshit back in 2019 ... vote for Biden. Hell, if the Democrats have to scrap Biden and put a head of lettuce as the Democratic candidate, vote for the fucking lettuce. It would have done a better job than Liz Truss, and will certainly do a better job than Trump.

Anyway.

My migraine is still torturing me. This isn't helped by rising temperatures. It's supposed to get up to 32C tomorrow (nearly 90F, by the way), and ... yeah, a) I'm more sensitive to heat than I used to be because fibro, and b) the meds I'm on are apparently less effective in the heat. Because my life is just fun that way.

However, there was some good about today, and oddly enough, it came out of my stupid Zoom staff meeting. I mean, most of it wasn't great. The bad news was:

They hired New Girl as a permanent member of staff, same as Temp (who I will continue to call temp because that's how we know her now). So I guess that explains why she persistently takes only all the smaller, shorter bits of typing - why should she try harder when she was made permanent on minimal effort? Ugh.

The devs who gave us our frankly janky electronic records system are currently trying to code transcription software into said janky electronic records system. The jackasses do things according to what they find useful and user-friendly, and kind of ignore what functionality the rest of us need to consider it user-friendly, so I'm not looking forward to this. But it's IT, so it'll take half-past forever, so I won't worry about it yet.

They want to add more non-typing work to our collective plates. Scruffman was like, "Look, lemme show you how to do this thing but we won't be starting to ask you to do it, like, tomorrow or anything", as apparently it'll only come to us when we're understaffed and/or he's away. And seemed a little taken aback when I asked him to actually write down the procedure so that we could have it to refer to when we were asked to do the thing, because he won't be there to ask for guidance.

Scruffman does not have an inside voice and having him literally in my ear via earbuds was not a fun experience, given migraine.

However, all that badness aside, here's the good news:

The other issue I flagged up when we were asked to start helping with that particular non-typing work was how hard it was going to be on a small laptop screen. Also flagging up how I requested a proper monitor and a USB hub to plug it into back in fucking January and that apparently stalled right the hell out. So Scruffman's going to try to expedite that, at least. Also Goblin's a little happy with me because me bringing that up flagged up to her that she'd do better with a proper monitor too.

When we got to Any Other Business? I was migrainous and a little fed up in general, so I brought up a few of The Annoyances - specifically the two who refuse to actually dictate a block key and the one who doesn't pause recording while taking measurements and thus makes us listen to an awful lot of silence over the dictation. Apparently, those three had been driving Goblin up the wall too. Now, Scruffman seemed to want us to take that to the guy in charge of the dictating doctors ourselves, but I flagged up that it's actually way more professional to have it coming from the secretary's line manager, since just one of us flagging up the issue could be ignored as just one of us with a problem, and all of us flagging up the issue in separate emails would just be petty. So Scruffman accepted that and hopefully this will make a few of The Annoyances less annoying. (Though nothing will make one of those particular three Annoyances less annoying because ... well, accent. Word salad. It's a thing.)

So I'm trying to focus on the silver lining here. Shame it's kind of balanced by suck in terms of my professional life.

I don't want to cook dinner. I want a curry. Eh well.

[rickie-the-storyteller]

WIP Title Meme Tag

Thank you very much to @rbbess110 for tagging me to do this! I've never done this one before.

RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the most intriguing title, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs. (this part is optional tho)

The thing is... all my writing files are all over the place lol. That being said, I have some good titles that hopefully you guys will like a lot! I'm looking forward to seeing what you guys ask about my work.

Most of my file names are chapter titles.

Steph's Crew: The Misfit Manifesto

Exam Week

The End (of February Mocks)

Life with B

Nothing but the Truth

A Million Lives (and all of them suck)

Suspended

Life Without B

Why I Could Never Be a Rebel

Detention

The Aftermath

Bret 2.0

Half Term

Ben's Leaving Party

It's Too Late to Apologise

Climbing Uphill (slowly but surely)

Figuring Life Out (it sucks, but it's necessary)

Times Are Changing

Moving On

Alice's Sitcom-esque Family

I Have a Crush on You

Where Are You, Ben?

How to Get Back on Track

Movie Night's with El

I Miss My Man

Is This What Love Is?

Boyfriend

Anything Could Happen (almost)

Honeymoon

Library Sessions

An Unexpected (and Unwanted) Visitor from the Past

Drunk, Lonely, Miserable Losers

We Don't Talk Much Anymore... and It Sucks

A Night to Remember

A Night I'll Probably Never Forget

Where's Steph?

Leaving on a Jet Plane

The Beginning (of our final exams)

Epilogue (Stephanie's letters to her friends)

There. That's all the chapters in order (at least, I hope it's in order... idk tho). Something about this story that's really fun is that each of these chapters is in the perspective of a different character! Originally, it was just in Steph's POV (it was supposed to be her journal). I'm still very much in the process of editing this one, so some of these could still change in future (some of these chapter titles are way too long imo).

Steph's Crew: Unreported Violent Crimes

This is the sequel to the first book! I've only started it a couple of months ago... so there aren't quite as many this time. It's not quite finished yet, but I'm definitely going to add more chapters to this later!

The News Report

So, Some Guy Died Last Night...

Pillow Talk

The History of Stephanie and Ben

To Take Matters into One's Own Hands

Visiting an Old Friend

Stephanie's Upbringing

I've Never Had a Best Friend

The Story of Em and Jack

This is a story that I'm posting on Wattpad! I've already posted chapter 1, but I've got all these other chapters in the works as well:

Jemily

Flashback #1 (Elementary School)

Friends

Summertime

Meeting Mom

Jen's Party

Flashback #2 (Freshman Year)

"You broke me."

Back to School

"I think I loved you."

The Best Friend Zone

Flashback #3 (The First Breakup)

Square One

Thinking about the Future

Homecoming

Together

Be Good

"Let's NOT fight about this."

Fast-forward (College)

Another story that I'm planning to post on Wattpad is my Five Seconds Flat series... but I'm not going to post any of my file names/chapter names here, because it's literally based off of the Lizzy McAlpine album of the same name lol. All the chapters are titles from the album. Here's a link to it in case you want to see it, though (the album is awesome, btw. Hope you guys enjoy it!!):

AU

(I'm posting this series here in September! So you guys will get to see this very soon... I'm super excited! There are 10 chapters this time - this story has an ensemble cast of characters, and each chapter has a new focus character. There isn't a single "main character" - though some characters appear more than others)

1: “Starting Point" (focus character = Zephyr)

2: “Meet Cute” (focus character = Eurydice)

3: "Just This Once…" (focus character = Caius)

4: "Junebug" (focus character = Juniper)

5: "New Friends" (focus character = Cassius)

6: "Don’t Be a B-word" (focus character = Avalon)

7: "Say it with Chest" (focus character = Isadora)

8: "Things Shouldn’t Be Like This" (focus character = Adara)

9: "Hey, Brother" (focus character = Xander)

10: "Shut Up, Marcy!" (focus character = Marcelline)

Imma tag these people to do this next: @fayeiswriting, @kirsten-is-writing, @e-s-willswriting, @jay-avian, @clairelsonao3, @sarahlizziewrites, @mjparkerwriting, @silverslipstream, @winterandwords, @exquisitecrow, @elizaellwrites, @writingalterras, @thecreakywriter, @sam-glade, @hollyannewrites, @ryns-ramblings, @autumnalwalker, @toribookworm22, @blind-the-winds, @falesiacats, @j-1173, @gummybugg, @jessicawestonauthor, @thelavenderwriter, @jay-avian, @mysticstarlightduck