#i like sneak peaking my writing

[tanaisokay]

I'm just gonna... 😌 Happy Crankshipping, y'all ~ I love these idiots so much, that I'm gonna tease everyone with the writing for these scenes~

Scene 1 (Top);

Julia was oblivious until the bottle flew by her and the sound of shattering glass filled the air like a bomb. And just like a pressurized gasket, the wine splattered all over. The walls. The floor. The cabinets. But mostly sprayed Julia and seeped into that cream knitted cashmere dress she was wearing. She flinched as the wine coated her skin and began to drip down. It wasn't blood, really, but it sure looked like it. The pieces of glass clattered to the ground and the scene fell into complete silence. Seto felt his body begin to quiver. The realization of what he had done really settling in before Julia started to comprehend it herself. She was trying to make sense of how the bottle got from the counter across the kitchen, to where she was standing near the fridge. She was staring down at the wine on her body and the mess on the floor. Blinking at the little green glass shards that were mixed in.

"Julia..." Seto's voice clenched in his throat. He felt his esophagus tighten and close in. The fear was turning him stiff and the ability to breathe was leaving him. "I didn't - I didn't mean-."

Frantically, he moved around the island that stood in the way of the two of them.

His words sparked her realization. The pure fear falling on her face. Her steps away as he grew closer. Finally looking at him like he was a monster.

"I wasn't thinking-."

"No. Don't." Julia breathed out. The wine on her face streaking down her neck and pooled at her collarbone.

"I didn't- Julia."

She stepped to duck behind the counter island, making sure there was something between them at all times. "Stay away from me."

"Julia!" He wasn't just a monster to her. He was a demon. A disgusting, twisted creature. "I wasn't myself!"

Scene 2 (Bottom Left);

"Julia..." Seto called to her as she hung her head. Wipping her face with the sleeve of her linen cardigan. "Can we...?"

"I don't really have a choice, do I?" Julia groaned.

"I would like to say it's to your own devices, but I will be stubborn about this."

"Fucking mule..." Julia shrugged at that and started walking back towards the parking lot. "Tide is rising, we should start walking back."

He reached and delicately grabbed her wrist, to keep her from creating any more distance. She was shocked at first, but his tender hold made her hide her face almost immediately. Taking her wrist into both his hands, he ran his thumbs over the top. Playing with the single gold chain of diamonds around her wrist. Interesting, that she still wore the bracelet even after what happened. Though, not like it was a simple piece of jewelry to take off. She would need the key for it to come off easily. The sudden symbolism of a handcuff entered his head, which she joked about frequently. He really did give her a fancy handcuff for her birthday, didn't he?

"I'm sorry."

Julia sighed and stomped her foot against the sand that was gathering more water by the second. "Seto, just start walking-."

"I am not great at these things, so I implore you to forgive me if I say something out of turn. I said some terrible things and I greatly regret what I said in my rage."

"... It wasn't what you said. You threw a wine bottle, at my head."

"Yes, I have not forgotten... I don't really have an explanation for that one and I don't think I should try too... That-That was wrong, and I realize how awful I have been."

"Do you!?" Finally, she turned. Her red eyes filling with tears once more. "Do you actually realize it or are you just saying-?!"

"I am jealous." He cut into her raising tone with the truth. "I am jealous that my brother loves you more than me."

"We have talked about this, Seto. He doesn't love me more than you. Mokuba loves you so much more..."

"Don't. I may be a stubborn fool, but I'm not blind." Seto actually laughed with a small exhale with pity at himself. "What I couldn't tell myself otherwise, I allowed my jealousy to consume me- Correction, I have... Let it consume me for quite some time."

A pout fell on her lips as she blubbered to his truth. The sobs that she had clearly been withholding since his arrival, bubbling out in painful wails.

"The jealousy does also lie with the fact that... I want comfort in that way as well, but I'm too afraid to ask for it."

"So instead of communicating what you need," The two of them let what she said settle between them. Her wrist softening in his hands. A deep breath to get her whimpers under control. "Your response was to knock me unconscious and attempt to break my face?"

"I never claimed to be perfect..."

The scowl Seto received in response, made him clam up, like the ones in the traps nearby.

"It's no excuse. I did what I did and... I was mortified before the bottle left my hand, before it even hit the fridge. For a second, I lost myself but... I understand that my response has warranted your reaction." Seto felt the words flowing like vomit. He couldn't stop himself if he tried. "Everytime we fight, especially over him... The bitterness grew and grew. Until it formed into something I said I would never become… but still let myself slip into that evil because I have no other ways of expressing myself."

"Seto... That's so fucked up."

Seto nodded, sinking more into the acceptance that what he did was as vile as Gozoboro and his adopted father's past actions. But there was one thing Seto could give, that Gozoboro would never stoop too.

True promises.

"I know, it's not much and you can deny this if it is your choice." Seto sighed, his thumb no longer playing with the gold chain, but running over her skin instead. “I promise to be better. I don't- I don't like this person I have turned into. I have become someone I recognize in my memories, that I hate more than anything. I never wanted to get to a place such as this. So please, believe me as I tell you, I mean every word that I say.”

Julia stood quietly after his promise. The tiny waves of the rising tide were rushing over the tops of their feet. His trousers soaking in the salt once more. The water from the Atlantic was as bone chilling as the silence. The sandbar was slowly receding back into the ocean floor and they would soon be swallowed by it if they didn't move.

“I…” Julia went to speak but her voice jammed in her throat causing her to cough. She looked away from him, into the ocean bay. The overcast was so dark and gray, that it could start to rain soon. Even then, the New England clouds were tricky to predict. “I can't accept an apology nor a promise, if I haven't been shown that change.” Following the waves back to their feet, she looked up at him. “If you show me that you're true to your promise, then I will accept.”

Scene 3 (Bottom Right);

“Here. Let's try this.” Julia spoke without a whisper. She annunciated her words clearly and he could hear her moving about.

Before he could protest, her hand took his once again, but only for a second. She changed what would have been a whole hold of the hand, to just one finger. Her pinkie joining with his. Curled around and holding it in place as a link, rather than a smothering grip. Seto sat there, stunned. Staring down at how tiny her pinkie was compared to his own. He didn't even think of doing this. This was so much easier than holding hands. Hand holding was sweaty and weird and gross and- It weighed him down. It dragged his mental feet. He used to hold Mokuba's hand, until he felt how sluggish it made him feel. How trapping it became.

“There.” Julia's sigh filled the living room as she settled down once more. Her head sinking softly into her pillow. Her pinkie still intertwined with his. Their hands hanging off the couch, but staying together in this weird hold that actually felt normal to Seto's crippling lack of affection. Puncturing the gentle atmosphere that was growing between them, Julia finally asked, “Are you okay with this?”

“Yeah… this is fine.” His voice was breathy, in almost an exasperated exhale. Yet still not in a way that he was trying to whisper, but more over the fact that he was still trying to make ends meet in his head.

“Good.” He heard her smile in her voice even though her face was partially hidden against the pillow. “Goodnight, Seto.”

“Goodnight…”

For a good moment, time stood as it may. It ticked and tocked, but Seto felt frozen in that space. Staring down at the hand that so graciously held him. At the person who once again knew exactly what he needed without knowing himself.

It was then, Seto started piecing together the loose ends. Seeing where things lined up and how much it hurt. The last week and its many tribulations, was only the beginning. Having to come to terms with certain parts of himself and truly seeing how certain actions had consequences, wasn't in his strong suit. It was easier to just ignore the issues. Usually if he thought hard enough or played pretend, they just disappeared. Which would have been the case. Except for the fact that Mokuba was no longer staying submissive. If this was a year ago - if this happened when the relationship with Julia was still fresh and new - Mokuba wouldn't have made a sound. He would have swallowed the pain as usual and moved on. But now… Now that Julia was there to make Mokuba see that the boy is worthy of everything he wanted, spoke his mind too and then some, would of course cause a catalyst of bullshit. Funny, how a year can change someone as mailable as Mokuba. Crazy, how the boy was more of himself than he had ever been. Mind-blowing the effects of having security and comfort and undying love right at one's finger tips.

Consequently, that supposed love was also at Seto's. It was holding his pinkie and was giving him a second chance.

No one with a brain should give Seto a second chance.

And yet, Julia did. He would have called her stupid, but he knew better. She was anything but stupid. Naive? Mostly so. Hopeful? Tiresomely. But most of all, she was forgiving with the strength of an ocean, like the one he always felt like he was drowning in.

A thought slipped into his head - What would his life be like if she didn't wander into it and push her ideals down his throat? A scary one. An incomplete one. One where Mokuba took the brunt force of Seto's mistakes and scrambled to make everything better. Yet, Mokuba was a child. Something Seto held on to tight for some odd reason. The boy would have always been just that; a small measly child. Mokuba would have never grown up in Seto's eyes, if it wasn't for Julia. Mokuba wouldn't have had the chance to say what he truly wanted. All Mokuba did before was speak in regards to Seto and their safety as two lonely orphans against the world. Which easily would have kept going, if something didn't throw a wrench into the ongoing gears and cause a concave of pure stupidity. Seto would have continued to ignore and abuse the silence of Mokuba's fear.

The cycle, is never ending.

Maybe Seto should thank Julia. At least he can see that cycles do repeat now. That he had fallen victim to something he tried so hard to convince himself otherwise of. That the abused became the abuser. That the twisted creatures that inflicted pain created something in Seto that was just as dark and deep with malic. If what he said was to come true - if he was truly never going to become Gozoboro and those vile goons that put their hands on him - then he needed to be a little more dignified. If he wanted to create a perfect world for Mokuba and all those that grew up in sad pathetic lives like Seto, he needed to be more conscious of the world going on around him.

Crankshipping (OC x Canon) Commission! for @tanaisokay

I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOR, waiting for the fic to be finished 👀

[hyog-blog]

If You Like It, Put a Ring on It [fic]

I wanted to write one kiss, under some love seductive magic to make it more fun, but then everyone in my head went: but what about the AFTERMATH of a kiss? Aren't we going to explore why they did it and what happens next? And I'm like sure, another dramedy it is :D Because seriously, it's like these characters just have to have that bit of existential crisis first. And, obviously, overcoming it makes everyone (including me) oh-so-happy on various levels.

So I bring you another delicious Zhao Yuanzhou and Zhuo Yichen coming-together fic, with a first kiss and then some more, with ZYZ being a tease and looking staggering in his attempt to impress Zhuo Yichen even more, with a bit of a plot, found family shenanigans, and a variation of a wedding ring trope (is it even a thing? well now it's a thing :D)

If you read it and like it, come celebrate with me to the comments! :D

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61944364/chapters/158397634

Summary:

“Do I have to?” Zhuo Yichen manages to ask in a husky voice looking as if this magic was the only way for him to actually act upon his feelings, whatever they were, and once they get back to normal, if that was still an option, he will have to restrain himself once more and be that carefully composed, slightly uptight leader of the Demon Hunting Bureau, an exemplary fighter, stoic and untainted by humanly desires.

[tojiscrack]

sneak peak, 'liar, liar' chap.6 : junior year

liar, liar masterlist here:

he flinched when your voice rose once more:

"you're taking ap math?" you demanded, only just realising that he had one extra lesson than you, yuji and nobara. it was at the very top of the table, labelled 'period 0'.

"don't give him an opportunity to act more pompous than he already is," scoffed nobara, looking uninterested. you did not comment on how she still peeked over the sheet when she thought you weren't looking.

"wow," yuji began, looking pleasantly in awe at megumi's hefty schedule. he leaned back in his seat, careful not to pull himself too far back in the event that he might fall off. you secretly wished that he did, if only to stifle your current shock. "so you'll start the day earlier... won't you be exhausted when we get to football practice?"

that was a good question. since coach yaga had stubbornly given both megumi and yuji spots on the school's football team, it had since been announced that practice would take place every day after school unless otherwise mentioned. with megumi's mornings starting earlier than the rest of you, and his days finishing later, he was bound to be torn down with tiredness. although he acted like a robot all the time (eat, sleep, make a rude comment about you, repeat) he was still a human who needed rest. more school meant more social interaction. more social interaction meant a drained megumi. things would only go south from there.

he shrugged at the question.

"i'll be fine," he answered, unbothered.

you disagreed. "you'll die —"

"— revive me with your mermaid abilities then —"

you hoped you pinched him hard enough to bruise. 

"wait," you said, halting your attack on him with a slow frown. he took the opportunity to rip your hands off his ribs and shuffled away from you. you ignored him, sliding down to sit hip-to-hip with him. "if you do ap math in the morning, we can't walk to school together."

for the third time that day, megumi snatched back his timetable from you.

"good luck," he said. "you cross the road like you have nine lives."

"you basically just told her that you wouldn't care if she died," yuji intervened, quick to jump to your defence despite the many times you would argue with him too. 

"this is what happens when you hype him up," said nobara, pointing at him with enough aggression, any outsider would probably assume that he'd committed blasphemy — you liked to think he had. 

"i'm surrounded by idiots," you thought you heard him mutter. 

liar, liar masterlist here:

notes: guys, this is the chapter AFTER the (unreleased) chapter 5. thought i'd feed it to you 'cause i don't have a sneak peak prepared for chapter 5 itself, and this was sitting in my drafts, unattended. and cuz it's been over a month since the last update (and will take another month to actually complete and release a new chapter) i thought i'd give you guys SOMETHING rather than nothing :)

[luxtoony]

It's that time of the year again~

[cherrirui-official]

Me (eldritch forest creature) rizzing you (mud cowboy) up with my forest dweller swag (it's working)

Inspo

[charlie-artlie]

First Aid Month Prompt 1: Rust/Spark

Just a little short about sparkeater!First Aid having a snack ^w^ (cw: contains animal death)

First Aid regarded the cybermouse in his claws with equal levels of disgust and hunger.

He was intimately familiar with them and their particular taste. They weren’t pleasant, obviously, not in comparison to the real spark of a complex, sentient mech. But they were plentiful, especially on old ships like this. They’d kept him functional aboard the DJD’s old ship while he waited to be “rescued”.

Sighing, First Aid brought his other hand up and cupped the creature between his hands. He angled two clawed thumbs into the center of its belly and pressed in, ignoring the poor things thrashing, and pulled his thumbs apart, parting it like an envelope.

On a full sized mech, or even a cyberfox or something with complex internals, he’d be able to preform a wireless hack on his victim, puppeting their frame and peeling them open from the inside out, spreading their spark casing like a flower. Once opened, the spark could usually be coaxed out untouched, a ball of pure perfect energy, directly into his waiting mouth. Cybermice were too small for that, so he had to do it the dirty way.

Not that they had that much energon to spill in the first place. A drop or two rolled down his hands, but he ignored it. He’d lick it up later, he needed all the energy he could get right now. Energon from mechs didn’t really sustain him the way a spark would, but it helped to stave off the hunger. Also… First Aid just liked how it tasted. Even in packages like this, he knew it would still satisfy.

First Aid had to dig just a little with his thumb claws, but finally he cracked its spark casing. (Technically a cybermouse didn’t have a spark casing in the way mechs generally thought of them, but it was basically the same thing.) It was small, proportional to it’s frame. Maybe the size of one bulb in his optical array. It didn’t matter, he needed it.

It was too small to maintain form outside of it’s frame. If he tried to coax it out it would just disintegrate (that had been a crushing discovery the first time around). He’d found that with anything smaller than a petrolrabbit it was best practice to suck the spark out of the frame, like a glut of coolant stuck in a straw.

First Aid thought about coolant spritzers while he sat there in the dark, lips wrapped tight around the cooling body of a cybermouse. He thought about energon treats, dusted with flavor enhancers, bubbling sweetened high grade fuel with crunchy salt around the rim, and those chewy energon sticks he’d glutted himself on while he’d been a student at the academy. It felt like it was just yesterday, but he felt lifetimes away from the mech he’d been then. What would that younger version of himself say, if he could see him now?

He dropped the hollowed out cybermouse. He was still so hungry.

[plzhearmeout]

for @broadsdrinkwhisky , a sneak peak at my sandorxoc fic:

Reina whipped around, swinging the dagger with all her might, but a large hand latched around her wrist. "You'll have to do better than that, little lamb." Sandor towered over her, bloodied and sweating, the smell of wine on his breath. She could have gone slack with relief, and yet there was a feral look to the man before her that set her on edge. The battle must have been unspeakably brutal to leave Sandor Clegane wild eyed as a caged dog, and if Reina had learned anything, it was that dogs with that look tended to bite.

"Scared, little lamb?" Sandor stumbled as she pulled her wrist from his grasp. She raised her chin. She could feel Sansa trembling behind her, and maybe the girl was right to be afraid, maybe Reina should have cowered before the Hound as everyone else did, but she couldn't find it within herself to fear a man with such sadness in his eyes.

[daughter-of-lethe]

Back to December

Sneak A Nessian -angsty and fluffy- OS, inspired by the lyrics of Back to December (TV)

Sneak Peak:

With the rhythmic heartbeats on her hear, she read again the card near the knob of her old appartment: Cassian & Nesta Archeron Inhale. She had not lived here for two years. Nothing Nesta had seen the lights on when she was walking around in that part of the city, and told herself "now or never, I'll go there and I'll talk to him".  Would he let her speak? Would he listened? Nesta would have understood the chains on his door, after having broken his heart at Christmas Eve two years before and having disappeared from the city, she would not want to see herself, if she were him. "You're the rock against which the surf crashes, you got this." she muttered to herself the motto of the self-defense course she had devised with Emerie, Gwyn and Cassian.  Nesta finally knocked, ready for the worst...

[shellyseashell]

FULL CREW LISTS (DEMON HUNTER AU)

@leftbehindtorot

there are three pirate crews on the isle: the empress, made of the adults originally sentenced to the isle, the sovereign dread, the oldest pirate kids and some younger siblings, and the lost revenge, younger and more magical kids. all are guild aligned.

the empress crew

- elizabeth swann (captain)

- william turner (first mate)

- red jessica marlow (quartermaster)

- tai huang (boatswain)

- jack sparrow (master gunner)

- flynn marlow

- murtogg

- scrum

- callahan talbot

- pintel

- ragetti bennett

- mollie smee (officer)

- misty westbrook

- jake chavarría (officer)

- cubby (cook)

- izzy chavarría (medic)

- quixote cárdenas

- pip westbrook

the sovereign dread crew

- harriet hook (captain)

- sammy smee (first mate)

- charlotte turner (quartermaster)

- anthony tremaine (boatswain)

- henry turner (officer)

- carina smyth barbossa (navigator)

- jade al-jazira

- genevieve gothel (medic)

- murphy kersey (master gunner)

- jasper sparrow

- juliet sparrow

- diego de vil (carpenter)

- gabrielle legume (spy)

- calista jane hook

- amelina tremaine

- finley marlow

- anxelin fitzherbert

- ceallagh talbot

- lalia bennett

- reyes cárdenas

the lost revenge crew

- uma triskelion (captain)

- lachlann hook (first mate)

- gilbert legume (quartermaster)

- bonny marchand (medic)

- tai wei (officer)

- jonas ragna (boatswain)

- gonzo micaela (carpenter)

- ivy de vil (master gunner)

- arlette tremaine

- laz rourke

- charikleia kostas

- yuliana bennett

- erwann westbrook

- desiderio chavarría

[elderwisp]

The Sims is love. List 5 facts about a favorite sim couple of yours, and why you love them so much. Then pass this on to 5 others, whose sim couple(s) you also love. 💘💕

HIHI thank u for this ask! AHHH this is such a difficult question because i’ll get in these sappy/supportive moods whenever i’m working on certain couple arcs! there are even some that are top secret that are truly some favorites GAHHH. this is how i feel like, genuinely:

i do feel like lately, i hyperfixate on atlas’s relationships. one reason is i’m like in the trenches writing-wise where i’m finalizing some things. then the other is it’s one of those interesting dynamics between either parties that feel complicated but also being able to dissect it and go wow, love is truly versatile! both feel valid in their own ways and were the thing that maybe atlas might’ve needed in the moment. i really don’t have a favorite between the two because they’re both so idk, fulfilling to me. i think it would be neat to go over the relationship between atlas/taryn and atlas/rowan ft a wip pic:

𓆩♡𓆪 Atlas met Rowan in a very transitional phase of his life. There was a lot of uncertainty surrounding Atlas's future and it was truly a time where being a pushover was not working in his favor nor authentic towards any of his needs. Rowan has a knack for identifying someone in pain and gravitates towards it. Where Dan believes Rowan tried to take advantage of Atlas's insecurities, Rowan more so wanted to bring out those deeply rooted thoughts to the surface because why hide who you are? There's power in pain.

𓆩♡𓆪 Part of why I believe Taryn and Atlas's relationship would not be viable as of right now is Atlas is still really picking up the pieces of his tumultuous relationship with Rowan. I feel like break ups can go through the similar motions of grief just on a different scale. There's a lot of bouncing back and forth between anger and sadness, so couple that with his coping method creates a lot of chaos. There's a deeply rooted sentiment in Atlas that there is no way in hell he deserves a relationship with Taryn.

𓆩♡𓆪 Rowan sees a lot of himself in Atlas. The both struggle to really connect with their parents and dislike the concept of control. A desire for independence. They're artists and have an appreciation in self-indulgence. However, there is one huge difference and that's confidence. Atlas is much more insecure than he let's on and that causes a huge rift between the two.

𓆩♡𓆪 The other part would be Taryn's current state. I will start off with Atlas has been a huge influence on not only setting boundaries with people but also encouraging her to share her work, growth doesn't come at an incline but almost a jagged, bumpy mountain. (💀) All that encouragement to be vulnerable (the book, trying to open up her heart to atlas, the mf kids at the library) to be met with constant rejection is pushing her back into this almost hardened demeanor. It takes a lot of courage to open up and unfortunately she's reached her limit to do so.

𓆩♡𓆪 Rowan has always known that commitment to one person can feel incredibly constricting for someone who, well, likes to indulge. So while he absolutely adores Atlas, there's some conflict that arises in the notion of an open relationship. Atlas really struggles to grasp that idea (well less of an idea and more of this is reality baybeee) and it triggers those deeply rooted feelings of inadequacy.

𓆩♡𓆪 I will say Atlas and Taryn do take the longest to get together but it is really one of those scenes that makes me emotional. Seeing how they progress until that moment feels like two terrified people finally finding some solid ground in a world that is always shifting. It feels like the one thing that finally makes sense and Taryn, my god, she can be quite the romantic with her words and gestures.

[lilyharvord]

The fantasy fiction trope of the chosen one being raised to die at just the right time is just so biblically horrific and disgusting, it literally makes me foam at the mouth over it. The fact that there are numerous instances where they should die, but there is always something in the universe that saves them; leaving them thinking that maybe they are either incredibly skilled at survival or just lucky, only to find out that it was never them?? They were being saved just to die when they have to? As seen fit by some higher power????? Furthermore, it's extra spicy if that chosen one was a reluctant hero who only realizes it at the end, right before they have to die... and they make the choice to go through with it anyway???? When they ultimately have something to die for now (read found family who tries to stop them and/or turns from fighting the big bad to fighting the fucking universe to save them)????? Geewhiz what a fucking TROPE.

[wishhalcyon]

Halcyon sneak peak (litterally all of chapter 1)

it has NOT been checked for spelling or grammar errors because this is a sneak peak of a rough draft of the first book.

in a google doc because it was too long for tumblr, trying to decide where to put it and upload chapters for everyone buuut enjoy :) I may just publish it the normal way, we'll see, either way I want you guys to be able to at least know what halcyon is about and i think this will at least get you a little introduction to the main character and conflict!

had to fix the link sorry

please tell me what you think!

[another-faceless-girl]

okay trying to be coherent now. (it wont work cause its night and i cant be normal at night)

so as soon a silco meets powder he just... hugs her and accepts her willingly without any alterior motive like it would better for silco to leave powder but he doesnt because as soon as he meets her he decides that this is his daughter and he is going to keep this child.

now my father cant even accept me now. after fucking years of me trying and working my ass of for his approval he just cant be bothered i guess. but silco just does it and freaks me the fuck out. because a father!??!?! loving his daughter!?!?!?!? unconditionally!?!?!??!

and jinx is also comfortable around silco. she does his eye drops because he trusts her and she trusts him and i think my father would rather naw off his own leg than let me do that to him.

my father pretends to be a good man around other people. he loves children, hes funny hes smart hes good with his own kids and everyone believes him because who would believe me over him? hes a bad father though. a terrible father he doesnt listen to me he doesnt care about my interests and i feel like i cant tell him anything i cant do anything to make him proud. but hes still - however much I hate it - a 'good person.'

but silco is a terrible person and he doesnt even try to hide it. he hits he bribes and he doesnt care who gets in his way because he is getting what he wants if you like it or not. but around jinx hes - im not going to say good because he can do a lot better - a father to jinx and him and jinx are father and daughter no matter how fucked up it might be. he accepts he no matter because to him she is perfect even if its a rubbish concept of perfect. so silco is a terrible person and a - kinda - good father.

because i imagine when you watch it as someone who has a good relationship with your father you think silco is terrible and he is! but to me hes everything a father should be even if hes a monster. Hes protective hes caring and he trusts her he actually likes spending time with her and not just because hes her father and its a duty because he isnt jinxs father. so maybe i sound like a broken record but silco is everything i want my father to be and my father is still himself.

[chaosduckies]

Little sneak peak at the next chapter of Restoration because I’m halfway done with rewriting it for the fifth time. :D

—————— Once the tears had started flooding my eyes, there was nothing I could do to stop from crying in front of Ryker now. I bit the side of my cheek so hard the faint taste of blood filled my mouth. Don’t cry. Don’t cry, don’t cry. But my own words didn’t stop the tears from cascading down my face.

Ryker fixed my position in his palm while I struggled to wipe away to loose tears, only falling down harder the more I kept thinking about the tragic events that have happened this past month. Why? Why’d she have to leave me here?

I was full on sobbing at this point. I had buried my face in Ryker’s hoodie to muffle the sounds of my cries. I could hear the faint sound of his heartbeat, I could hear his light breathing. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Ryker. Is what I wish I could say to him, but I currently couldn’t.

Something warm was pressing me lightly against Ryker’s chest. I flinched, slightly turning my head to see that the pad of his thumb was offering some kind of comfort. It felt weird to me, but somehow I liked it? I didn’t want him to let go of me, but I was also scared at the same time.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m right here, Nathan.” Ryker whispered softly, noticeably trying to comfort me while I just cried and cried into the fabric of his hoodie. I’m sorry Ryker. I wanted to say it so badly, but I couldn’t. Why did he worry about me so much? I should be at home, alone, crying into my pillow. Why did he want to stay with an insignificant little human whose life somehow gets turned upside down every once in a while?

“I’m s-s-sorry.” I’m a managed to say in between sobs. He lightly squeezed me against him before responding, “You’re the one who’s hurt, Nathan. You don’t have to apologize if I’m the one who wants to help you, okay?”

And I could practically hear the sad smile forming on his face as he continued to offer a comforting presence.

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Yeah it’s a comfort scene. There is context to this (which you will hopefully get to read in these next couple of days) and I just hope you guys like it. I mean, maybe not the first half of what happens, but this is an extremely long chapter. It will probably end up the longest one yet, so be ready for that! Thank you guys for reading the little sneak peak!

[dootznbootz]

I'm technically most likely demiromantic (definitely demisexual) which is technically on the aro spectrum but I'm sooooo romance favorable that it almost doesn't feel like it counts????

I'm a huge romantic sap but I'm kind of funky with crushes. I have them and I get them but I'm very particular and I almost have... control over them???

Like when I start to feel the feelings™, I then start looking at a possible relationship through "logic lens".

"Compatible here, there, there too. Okay, we're not with that though, and I will not move on that so therefore it will not work. Alright, cool! Best friend! Best friend! Best friend!"

I can just shut off the feelings™ once I get the feeling it's not gonna work, especially if it's on something I will not change. If I have a feeling there's potential, I let feelings "grow".

[reverie-starlight]

I'm in a massive suna mood rn so here's your reminder that he's actually a huge dork