#i managed to edit this whole thing in two days and i'm really proud of it okay

[brynnabeth]

If you've ever wondered why "embroidery machine asmr" isn't a thing, this video will tell you why.

And you get to see a super cute sweater being made, so I don't see any downsides here.

[stardustjie]

𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚢

oh, this one took a lot. i apologise for the wait, it was quite a busy month. i'm not even that proud of this drabble if i must be honest, but i hope you like it anyway ♡ there might be some mistakes, but thank you for being patient

buying books and reading books are two different hobbies, but very few things could give the reassurance to have every title in your "to be read" list already bought and patiently waiting on the shelf. when you would read said book was a mystery for everyone, you included, but it was there for when the time will come. there was this feeling of comfort, knowing you didn’t have to buy it and you just had to wait for the right moment in your life to actually enjoy the reading. this might seem a bit strange, but you are lucky your girlfriend understands your literary philosophy. except she had a whole library in her home.

the first time she mentioned it, you thought she was joking. you were talking about your favourite book again, illustrating all the characers and the specific things you enjoyed. at some point she said the word library, but you didnt really pay attention to it. until she finally invited you in her home and with the most natural expression she showed you the biggest collection of physical books you have ever seen with your own eyes. you realized oftentimes your girlfriend didnt need to endure the bother to buy those books, rather than to find them.

now you are in the same library, with lara explaining how she bought the book you are holding in your hands so carefully. you lightly touch the title, gently. you are scared the littlest mistake will ruin it despite the other girl reassured you its not that fragile. you haven't been together for a lot, her stories are so new and interesting. you could listen to her for hours until she got bored. lara was telling you about one of her expeditions, how she found this little market stall in iraq a few months before.

"how do you manage to remember which one you have and which one you dont?" you ask at some point. your girlfriend watched you with curiosity, doe eyes wide open, and giggles. apparently she has list of them. everytime she is interested in a new book she looks for the title in a list she has on her personal tablet to see if its already in there. every title is in alphabetical order under its group genre. lara wasn’t as organizza and one would think, but she tooks her library quite seriously.

"its easier than it seems," she explains "its just a matter of habit and willpower. also, most of those books arent really my own. they are my father's or my ancestors' i think." but you were still suprised. you were still used to her little apartment in with the paper on the wall in front of her desk and books on the ground. now she is telling you she spendt her first week in the manor taking care of the library (and her other stuff, but that's not the important part).

"of course, if you see anything you like just take it. i dont mind" lara says and in your head it definitely sounds like a marriage proposal. you could hear the bells already. she probably notices your heart-eyes and giggles a little. you spend the rest of the day with her in thr library, talking about the numerous editions and books you could find and learning about the ones she used to read when she was little and her favourite characers. you are delighted when she explains her interpretation of enjolras and grantaire and lara listened carefully to your there about that duology you are reading.

you never thought you would be like this, talking for hours with your girlfriend surrounded by the biggest collection of books you have ever seen. sometimes she moved her hands a little bit to highlight a concept, other times she quickly showed you the paragraphs she was referring to. you really could listen to her until sunset came, the passion in her voice was addicting.

and you didn’t even know next time ahe was going to show you the art room yet.

[a-non-ymouswriter]

Alright, let's talk Rewind (or my MCYT fics)

i think it's time to finally talk about rewind/remix.

or generally, just my mcyt fics in general.

it's been a while since i updated any of them and trust me, i am very much FILLED WITH GUILT over not updating or continuing them- problem is; i just don't have any motivation in them at the moment. my interest and motivation for them have waned, wilted and withered. the three unfortunate ws that arent wins.

i dont want to say i abandoned them, i hate the thought of abandoning ANY STORY and i like the thought of getting back to them at some point. maybe my motivation will come back, it has in the past and that's a great hope to have.

however i am aware that these stories have been gathering dust and it's possible that motivation will never come back and i hate that.

i know partially why i'm no longer interested? partially- it mainly started with techno's death. it just didn't feel the same anymore now that cc!techno was gone, but if things went differently then maybe i could've continued just as normal. but i'm pretty sure my motivation took a great hit when techno died.

another great hit to my motivation is the whole... thing with cc!dream??? WHICH I WILL NEVER EVEN POKE ABOUT, YOU CANNOT MAKE ME, I WILL IGNORE EVERY ATTEMPT. it felt weird writing about c!dream even though i should REALLY be able to separate the two, cc!s are different from fictional c!s and all that but for some reason i just don't feel too comfy writing him right now.

and since my main series of rewind and remix is MAINLY RELATED TO DREAM- you can see my problem here.

the dream smp is done, over, there is no season 2 and my interest in this fandom is only tethered by the occasional fanfic that i stumble upon and the numerous fanarts that come and go. that interest isn't enough to motivate my writing.

a funny thought though, is that i think i spent a LOT of motivation and kind of burnt myself out in the future back when i was DAILY UPDATING REWIND- like i don't know if you readers remember but i was updating DAILY on rewind. every day, FOR ALMOST A MONTH- something that might never happen again really and i'm still kind of proud of that.

but i'm pretty sure it was very unhealthy of me to do daily updates the way i did- it took A POWER OUTAGE to make me stop doing daily updates and i remember STRESSING OVER NOT UPDATING while the power was out. so yeah, i'm pretty sure i set myself up for failure there XD

but i'm so glad that i was able to at least finish rewind. my very first story that i completed. unfortunately i'm not too confident about finishing the rest of the series (and some other fics).

a friend of mine actually suggested something that i've been thinking about from time to time; i give you guys the outline of what COULD have happened. what i was planning on writing and then completing my works.

it sounds like a good idea but i didn't want to let you guys down in just, giving up like that. but nowadays, it sounds like a better and better alternative than to just wait for my motivation and interest to come back. it's almost been a year already for wishes and family, and remix, i managed to update stream labs a few months ago so that's hopeful but the others...

okay, i'm going to give YOU GUYS the choice here. i'll tell the ao3 readers about it as an important update author's note, but im going to make a poll about this choice soon and i'll even pin it on my tumblr.

it'll last- maybe two weeks? but yeah, it's the least i can do to see what you guys want.

EDIT: polls apparently only last a week, so it'll be up a week.

[galvanizedfriend]

Hi Yokan 👋

I have questions

First question - how’re you doing? Hope life hasn’t been too stressful for you!

Second question - have you been reading anything that has really resonated with you in the last couple of weeks/months.

Third (and most weird) question - if you could choose a superpower what would you choose? (Dumb question I know😂)

Fourth question - most proud moment in your writing career.

And final question - how’s writing going with the Wolf? Hope you’ve not struggled too much in starting it!

hope your doing okay! ❤️

Hi, friend! How's it going?

Can I just say, it's so lovely to get all these questions! ✨ I love this so much, thank you! 💝

First: I'm ok! Work is always stressful these days, I don't think it's going to give me a break until at least September. 😂 But it's not the worst right now. Tomorrow is my birthday and I just the best piece of chocolate cake humanity has to offer, so I'm cool right now. 😇 Just wish tomorrow wasn't Monday. 🥲

Second: I have read 7 books this year so far, but nothing that's stood out as being great, sadly. :( Still haven't had a 5 stars. I finished a thriller called None of This is True by Lisa Jewell which was pretty good, if you're into thrillers. 4 stars, maybe.

In terms of fanfiction, I've have been reading random pieces of non-Kc fic, as per usual 😂 But I have also read The Little Wolf by @morningstargirl666, which is absolutely fantastic, if you haven't read it yet. It's a retelling of the show's canon about the Original family and how they were turned into vampires, with special focus on Klaus' werewolf heritage, and it's so, so, so good! And so much better than canon! It actually gives depth to the siblings' relationships, and it has so many little nods to what we know of them in the future. Beautifully woven! I have also read Till I Tasted You by @kirythestitchwitch, which is a canon divergent AU where a spell goes wrong and Caroline ends up finding out Klaus is her soulmate. It's hot, it has absolutely nom-nom-able dialogues and A+++ interactions between KC, it features Damon getting his ass kicked! I don't know, it's just the whole package. 🤌

Third: This would be a very weird question if I hadn't spent an irrational amount of time thinking about that. 😂 I guess it really depends on what kind of universe you mean, because it varies. But I would very much like to have telekinesis like Prue in Charmed.

Fourth: That's a tough one. I'm an extremely critical person of my own writing, so it's hard for me to feel proud of stuff I've done tbh. 😂 But I think I was pretty proud when I finished The Wolf 2. It's not my personal favorite thing I've ever written, but I think it's probably my best written story. I really like the final part of that story, the way I managed to tie it back to TVD, I think it was very full circle and made the story a lot more unique. I also had a lot of fun writing the Mikaelsons and Caroline back in Mystic Falls after the time they spent in Nola. 😂 So maybe that.

Final: It's... going. 🥲 I took a pause after writing two chapters back to back, tried to work on some other stuff, and then I circled back to it. I've actually just started the next chapter, have a couple of scenes. I don't think this first chapter will be a long one, but I think it will take a lot of editing tbh. 😂 I haven't been at most inspired right now, so not sure how much of what I've written will stand the test of a re-read. I had plans to get a chapter out before the end of the month, but I'm not sure I'll manage it. 🥲 We'll see how this week goes. Pray for me.

Thanks for the questions, friend! I hope you have a wonderful week! ✨

[insanitysscribblings]

I mean you'd with the least amount of pressure possible but, would you ever think about writing a book? Every once and a while I remember how it felt reading Back to Us and I just wish I could read a story that was fully yours.

HAAAAAAA.

Friend.

Let me tell you a story about what was my writing journey post 2020 for me.

As some of you might know, I finished a book at the very end of 2020, by the title of Charlatans. It's an adult novel about three voodoo-touched adult siblings who make Faustian bargains to find their long-missing father in exchange for their hearts' deepest desires.

I was super proud of it. My first full-fledged novel, something I had always known I was capable of doing. The hard part was over.

Or so I thought.

See, to be a GOOD novelist, you have to let your work marinate. So that's what I did: I sat on it for a few months, not touching it at all, not even remembering that it existed. After those few months, I set to the hard work of editing.

When I tell you it is SO hard to edit a book you know is missing SOMETHING, but you have no idea what...ugh. And asking for beta readers was tasking, 'cause the thing was over 90K words. I did still ask, of course, but didn't really manage to get a lot of feedback at that time of editing.

Nevertheless! I pressed on. Started researching literary agents, fully aware that with a single project, you only get ONE shot with each agent.

I had a spreadsheet. I had my query letter. I had detailed notes on who to ask for and why. I was ready.

And so I started querying.

...The agents that didn't straight up ignore me gave me automated rejections. The agents that didn't do that gave me personal rejections.

And the one or two agents that actually bothered to ask AND read the whole manuscript?

They loved it!

Just...not enough to publish it.

So. Here I am, with a fully finished manuscript and no one looking to publish it. What do I do?

I put it away and go back to the drawing board, because clearly, I'm missing something. But since no rejection is personalized enough, I don't know WHAT.

Frustration makes me put it down, and I let it sit for a few more months.

Until #DVPIT.

For the uninitiated, #DVPIT is a literary event in which diverse prospective writers and established agents come together to discover new working relationships. The diverse writer has three chances to pitch their project throughout the day to agents, and if agents like your pitch, you may send them your query package. Cool, right?

I take the day off work. I have my pitches queued on my phone, ready to go. Throughout the day, I strategically post them at peak hours, keeping my fingers crossed for even one single agent's attention.

The event runs for an extra week to give agents a chance to read the thousands of pitches flooding the Discord channel. I wait.

No likes. Not a single one.

Now, this part I'm less bitter about, because 150 characters to describe my book? That's just ridiculous. And the comp titles to prove that people would like it? Ugggggh. Not an opportunity to really sell Charlatans.

But this means that, still, my first novel is without an agent. No agent, no publication.

So I put it away again and decide to move on.

And before you ask, yes, I did look into self-publishing. Still lowkey looking, but it's tough, since everything seems like a scam nowadays. And don't even get me started on the AI books being published.

I know you didn't ask for this rant, @hydrogen-ann and for that, I apologize. But TL;DR: a published book is currently a pipe dream for me, though not for lack of trying.

Bitterness aside, thank you so, so much. I'm so happy you'd be interested in something original of mine. If I ever push Charlatans out the door/find the time to write an entirely NEW novel, I'll be sure to let you know 💜

[citrus-cactus]

Creative Goals & Progress (April 30)

Last day of the month! Let's see how we did!

Goals are split between “things I will put on Tumblr when they’re done” (aka, fandom stuff), and “things I will be keeping to myself” (because they will eventually have my real name associated with them).

Fandom stuff:

Finish one (1) Appmon fanart Status: Moved to May

Finish writing and editing this Adv. 02/Kizuna sunglasses fanfic Status: 85%

Populate the queue for harushinkai-daily (Need to watch, screencap, and caption episode 45, bay-bee!) Status: DONE

Third anniversary omake for harushinkai-daily Status: DONE

Accompanying fanart for Sunglasses fic??? Status: Two rounds of sketches finished, final not started

Personal stuff:

Finish one (1) drawing for a Secret Personal Project Status: DONE and then some, see below

Design a pin(!!) for someone at work Status: Draft DONE, awaiting feedback

Made a ton of progress on personal projects this week. In addition to (maybe) finishing this pin design, I ended up completing a HUGE milestone for SPP. There is now a mocked up version of the final project complete; all 40+ files have been created and have something in them (though most are placeholders). After that was done, I remembered ClipStudio can do multi-page files (d’oh!!), so honestly next goal is to finish transferring all those individual files into a SINGLE file to make it easier to manage (and bulk export), which also means upscaling to a higher dpi (d’oh again!). Despite my many d’ohs, and even though I can't really share what it is, I'm really happy to be able to look at the project as a whole (finally!!) and see how it's shaping up <3

So... honestly, even though everything on the list isn't "done," I'm pretty proud of how I did this month! I took today off to play Digimon Survive (I'm in Truthful Part 10), and all incomplete goals go into the bucket for next month! Now that SPP is in such a good place, I really AM going to prioritize Sunglasses this upcoming week, I swear.

Hope you all are doing well. Take care!

[gothamusing]

DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE (2024) PART ONE. a collection of memes derived from the deadpool and wolverine movie, for roleplaying purposes. feel free to edit as you see fit. do not steal. (18+).

i’m sorry, i’m just excited to be here.

it's been a while.

for a long time, i wasn’t sure i’d ever be back.

you think i want to be out here in beautiful downtown north dakota, digging up the one and only (blank)?

the fate of my entire world is at stake.

he may not be living his best life, but he sure as hell ain’t dead.

my world is fucked!

i’m much calmer now.

look, i’m not a man of science, but you seem incredibly passed away.

it’s good to see ya.

i gotta be honest, i’ve always wanted to ride with you.

i could really use your help right now.

wait! i’m warning you! i’m not alone!

throw out your weapons and come out peacefully.

i’m not gonna give you my weapons! but i promise not to use them.

there are 206 bones in the human body. 207 if i’m watching gossip girl.

i am soaking wet right now.

to be clear, i’m not proud of any of this.

i can’t believe i’m finally here. i’ve waited for this moment for so long.

i know i was caught smashturbating in the lobby of stark tower.

i want to be an avenger.

what’s your superpower? is it parallel parking?

the problem might be that you’re reaching a little too high. aim for the middle and you’ll never miss. right?

i want to hit shake shack. rejection makes me hungry.

you know, you can answer the question without swearing.

i don’t have kids. not that i haven’t dreamt of that.

i don’t have a lot of vaginal sex.

i’m just saying, once a month, we could go on a little mission.

after all, we're deadpool.

well, if we’re gonna have a midlife crisis, go big.

you guys are lucky i’m not armed.

did you you sell any dreamcatchers on etsy or whatever it is that you do?

you trying to kill me, motherfucker?

i’m not the one dousing everything in salt, motherfucker.

i pray every day that fire finds your body and finishes the job god didn’t have the nuts to do.

thanks for coming.

bitch, are you improv-ing?

i’m sorry that you had to see that.

pegging isn’t new for me, friendo.

i’ve never been a natural bottom. so we’re going to take things real slow, and i want some crazy eye contact.

i don't like you.

holy fuck, that is a shit ton of exposition for a three-quel.

you are no longer lost. you can be a hero among the heroes.

what is that? is that me? is that thor? is he crying?

eyes on me.

i smell what you’re stepping in.

i am... marvel jesus.

snug, no camel toe, new car smell, and adamantium katanas, you shouldn’t have.

his clothes say middle management, but his eyes say fucky fucky.

i’m more of a one-week-on, one-week-off kind of guy. i think it’s what they do in denmark. you’ll never see a danish flag in the moon, but… god damn it, they’re happy. 

come again, this time in my ears?

you’ve just won the lottery because i didn’t die.

it’s just a little midlife crisis, i'm better now.

yeah, i got it. you can turn your retro graphics of death off now.

you’re gonna old yeller my fucking universe?

ow, my own fucking arm.

you sick fuck!

wolverine was a hero and the only thing worth a shit to ever come out of canada.

get my country’s name out of your fucking mouth. and my sword.

cue the fucking montage, baby.

now we’re talking. ooh, yeah. that’s the whole goddamn package right there.

it’s not you. we’re just going in a different direction.

i told you, you’re not welcome here.

just give me one more drink and then i’ll leave.

you two gonna fuck or fight?

i can tell you that sort of "don’t get too close, i’ll only break your heart" vibe going here.

unless you want to take a deep breath through your fucking forehead, i suggest you reconsider.

look at those jammies. that only took 20 fucking years.

this wolverine let down his entire world.

he’s the stuff of legend, but not in a good way.

what he did… well, some things are just beyond forgiveness.

what are you, the internet?

your world is dying.

is the thought of vaporizing my universe making you peckish?

i'm eating my feelings.

i’m about to lose everything that i’ve ever cared about.

holy shit. i just heard a symphony of butt holes clenching all at once.

where the fuck did he go?

don’t just stand there, you ape. give me a hand up.

is that what you said when your world went to shit?

yeah, i heard all about you. you screwed up everything, and you should be thanking me for pulling you out of that bed you shit in.

are you ready to be calm now?

i don’t want to fight you, peanut.

doesn’t matter what you did. i just need your help.

i don't fucking care.

let’s give the people what they came for.

fair warning, gorgeous. you’re going to encounter some indelicate language. a smidge of ass play, but we’ve been prohibited from using cocaine on camera.

you can’t run. everybody knows that.

you see anyone running, dick for brains?

you’re not gonna love what happens next.

shoot the double and take him down. side control, then full mount and you ground and pound, until he makes no sound because he’s dead.

shut the fuck up.

i'm a huge fan.

i’m so sorry. i know it’s pronounced him. i’m gender blind. it’s my cross to bear.

how long was i asleep?

not all of you was asleep.

fuck! you nicked it. just got the tip with your little steak knife.

you wanna chime in, your majesty? i’m dying here.

you picked the wrong time to make new friends.

i have never said any of those words in my entire life!

you stupid piece of shit, you just got him fucking killed!

hey, we're all grieving.

oh, honey, you don’t really strike me as a world-saving type.

we could be truly terrifying together.

i love it here.

i don’t have any beef with you. i just want to save my friends. i just, i wanna go home.

your fingers are inside me, but not in a good way.

i've got you.

i know you’re going through something. let me go through it with you.

your crazy matches my crazy.

just say it, okay? say, "i don’t want you, i don’t want to be with you".

you'll never fucking matter.

you are so mean.

this is baby knife, she’s gonna fuck you in the face now.

get the fuck off of me.

get your mind out of my pants.

poor kid, he's like 50!

what are you looking for?

you don’t wanna drink that.

wanna talk about what’s haunting you or should we wait for a third act flashback?

go fuck yourself.

fuck the avengers.

i know you’re hurt.

i identify as a feminist.

are those gold-plated, 50 caliber desert eagle pistoleros?

careful where you put your hand, she’s 90% g-spot, and she’ll let you know it.

it costs nothing to be kind.

shutting the fuck up is also free.

i can lend you my ride if you like.

this isn’t a car. this is a honda fucking odyssey. throttle response sucks a cock. dated infotainment system. when honda saw that untreated chlamydia was making a comeback, they invented the honda odyssey to compete.

get in the fucking car.

what's with the suit?

the x-men make you wear it? those sons of bitches.

they are not your friends, i’ll tell you that.

watch your frown lines, angel baby.

i’m just trying to bond a little bit.

you lied to me. you don’t have a fucking clue if they can help me fix things, do you?

i didn't lie! i made an educated wish!

if we don’t do something, they die.

my entire world is right here in this picture.

[transfigurationofelle]

He got me an apartment

The amount of amazing action that has taken place in my life recently is iconic. I've received everything I want and more with the utmost ease. Z came back from his holiday and business trip a few weeks back and has wasted no time making things happen. He has been taking me out on dates to the best restaurants in town multiple times a week, he also took me shopping for new boots and a bag. It's been so fun. Then, the most unexpected thing happened... He told me to look at apartments in his side of town so I could be closer which I didn't mind because he lives in my favorite area. It surprised me because I've only mentioned that I like the area few times in passing. I showed him the apartments that I liked and after that he said I book viewings so "we can get you where you want to be". Did someone say husband? He didn't even give me a budget or anything lol. I fell in love with this really modern home with great natural lighting throughout the day and floor to ceiling windows. It's so spacious and the owners left their piano there!! I was very visibly excited when we were in there, I can't lie. He seemed so proud of himself lol. He signed the lease and paid the rent for a year right then and there which made me feel soooo secure. This whole event was just so unexpected, I'm still in shock even though it's been a few days now. I can't wait to move in. (edit: oh, I'll still be keeping my current apartment, duh)

I didn't create this blog to talk about my career but it's relevant here because even though I feel like I'm really taken care of by the men in my life, I'm also enjoying growing my career. I started a new job last week and so far it's been great. The team is very chilled and the culture is wholesome. I managed to negotiate a salary of $8000 a month which is perfect. I can't wait for the month to end so I can be paid. I knew I'd be rich in 2024 and here I am already killing it. This is only the beginning.

P is also still around and things have been going steady too. I for sure need at least two more guys on my roster because I feel my self catching feelings for Z and P and idk how I feel about that lol... But I'm remaining trustful of the flow while keeping on my toes.

[the---hermit]

26|09|2022

These past three days I have been on this small trip with my mom, and it was really benefical to me mentally. I now feel energized for this last step in the work I have to do for my thesis. I took a lot of pictures I'll post in these days because I'm really proud of some of them, and I got to see incredible places (like the castle in the pic which looks like it's right out of a fairytale).

Thesis diary #49

I have three weeks to edit my whole thesis, get approval from my professor and upload the thesis on the university's website. I plan on having a finished version on my thesis in two weeks, so that I'll have enough time for any correction or other additional thing that might pop up. Today was the first day of writing what hopefully will be the final version of the thesis. In the morning I finished the Bibliography and fixed the introduction. In the afternoon I started working on the first chapter, there I had to make simple corrections for the majority of the chapter, and then fix a bit more the final part in which I present the witch trial I researched. The work I did today felt smooter than I expected, and I really hope to finish this whole thing as soon as possible.

Productive things I did today:

planned all the work I have to do for my thesis in these weeks

finished writing the bibliography of the thesis

finished editing the new introduction of the thesis

started updating my travel journal

updated my reading journal

edited the first chapter of the thesis ( I am technically still working on it right now, as I am writing this on a small break I took. I'd love to finish working on this thing by the end of the day, but I am not sure I'll manage)

Self care thing I did today:

read first thing in the morning

took breaks when I needed, since I worked on my thesis for more hours than I usually do in a day

crocheting! ( I am more or less done with half of the panels I need to complete the carding project I am working on)

📖:Hide by Kiersten White, and The Last Seance by Agatha Christie

🎵:Guess We Lied by FLETCHER (I found her music a few days ago and I have been obesessed with her voice)

[abstract-crossverse]

I AM SPEED SO HEY, CAN YOU WRITE TORTURE TRYING TO CONFESS HIS FEELINGS TO HIS S/O BUT IT'S KIND OF HARD FOR HIM SINCE HE CAN'T SPEAK WELL AND IS NERVOUS ABOUT IT AND FJEIWODIV CUTENESS OVERLOAD-

Hello! You sure are speed!

2022 edit: format change, colored text, some edititng in Tor's dialogue

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"A Torturous Confession" [Mag Agent Torture x Reader, fic, fluff]

The giant agent paced around his room, thoughts racing through his mind

He felt like today was the perfect day to tell you, tell you how he felt, open his heart to you, the only hard thing about it is

...

How was he gonna tell you, if he can barely talk

The mag sat on his bed with a sigh, thinking of way he could confess without talking, but all of them seemed either too little or too much

He wants it to be perfect, just for you

He HAS been studying Sign Language lately, so maybe...

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door, getting up and walking to it, he opened to find you standing there with a smile

That goddamned smile...

“Hey, Tor! Boss told me we have a new mission, so get rea-” you were interrupted by Tor putting his hand up, motioning for you to come in and moving out of the way, you walked in as he closed the door behind you

He sat down on the ground to be better for you to look at him without straining your neck too much

"What's... What's up bud? It's there a problem?" You ask, lifting a brow, he fiddles with his fingers as he mumbles incoherent things

Soon, he takes a deep breath, taking off his shades, he looks deep into your eyes

"Y/n..." He begins "you... M-make me... Happ..." Struggling to talk, he takes another breath, you're surprised hes trying to talk, he never talked ever since you two started working together

"hey bud, take it easy, you make me really happy too!" A small blush fades into your cheeks, giving him a smile while placing your hand atop his

"n-no... You don.. undestand, I-I... I..." His face grew red the more he stuttered, confused, you tilted your head slightly at him

God you were so adorable to him

"I.... You help me.. talk and make my life a lot brightr... You mak it worth livin!" Your blush grew at his words, both extremely proud of him for talking and flustered

"I love you, [Name], so mush, evry detail, evry emotion, you, s-so, I want'a ask you.... w-will you be my lover?"

He confessed, the best way he could, it warmed your heart. You were stunned for a moment, processing his words before you found yourself walking to him

You requested him to bring you up to him, he gently picked you up to his eye level

Asking to bring you closer, he obliged and you managed to leave a kiss a little under the vertical croshair, where a nose would notmally be

"I... I feel the same way, Tor! I'm glad you do too but I didn't expect YOU being the one confessing-" you admit, saying you were planning to confess yourself later

Torture shook, overwhelmed with joy he contained not to accidentally squish you in his arms

He brought you to his chest, putting a hand on you back as tears pricked at his eyes "th-thank you for lovin' me back.... So happy..." You hugged him back in the best way that you could, feeling his heart pounding on his chest as you smiled

"you don't have to thank me for that, now... We reeeeaally should get going before boss yells at us-" he tensed and got up still with you in his arms

He nodded, muttering a small 'yes' and heading out of his room to your mission

But his mind couldn't stop replaying the moment you accepted his feelings in his head, having a small smile the whole time you were working

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I hope I did him justice

[helloalycia]

The Wrong Lifetime — Ten // Wanda Maximoff

chapter nine | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | chapter eleven

author’s note: okay so this was supposed to be published yesterday but (if anyone cares lol), basically, i finished my last year of uni two days ago and so yesterday was the first official day i had that i didn’t have to do work, so i spent the whole day playing video games 😂 but it’s here now, so i hope you liked it!

Approaching Y/B/N's study, my annoyance returned when I remembered how he acted only an hour before. I didn't bother knocking as I let myself in, seeing him loosening his bow tie and looking out the window.

"What the hell was that?" I snapped instantly.

He sighed, yanking his bow tie off and throwing it to his desk. "What was what?"

I crossed my arms to contain my frustration. "You know what, Y/B/N." He continued to play dumb, so I watched him with a frown. "Why are you so against me getting published? I thought– I thought you'd be proud of me. It's all I've ever wanted."

With a scowl, he looked the other way. "I'm the writer, Y/N, not you."

His words created an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. Jealousy was a disgusting look on him, one I never wanted to see.

"No," I said, uncrossing my arms and staring daggers at him. "You're not the writer. I am. You only got noticed because of me!"

"Shut up!" he shouted, finally meeting my eyes. "You don't get to do this! It's not about you!"

"Yes, it is!" I shouted right back. "For once, it is about me, Y/B/N! Because this is my chance to do something I love."

He rolled his eyes, getting riled up all over again. "And that's another thing. Why the hell are you putting silly ideas into my fiancé's head about making money? Are you trying to make me a fool in front of my in-laws?"

I squeezed my fists together, narrowing my eyes. "They aren't your in-laws."

"Oh, you know what I mean!"

He didn't deserve Wanda. He couldn't. She was too good for him.

"Sorry that your masculinity is so fragile that you can't let your fiancé do something she's passionate about," I said through gritted teeth.

He glowered down at me. "You need to butt out."

I smiled bitterly. "Maybe if you didn't start on Pietro for no reason, I would."

He scoffed. "Please. That man is only trying to get into your pants."

I don't think I'd ever wanted to strangle my brother as much as I did right now. Did he really not believe in me? He couldn't accept that maybe I'd earned this on my own accord? Thankfully, unlike him, I could contain my emotions and managed to swallow down my anger.

"You know that's not the case," I said with a dangerously calm voice. "You should talk about your soon-to-be brother-in-law with some respect."

Y/B/N sighed, moving to sit at his desk. I followed him with my eyes, unable to recognise who he was. I hadn't dubbed him for the insecure type, but I was being proven wrong many times tonight.

"I don't want to do this right now," he said quietly, sinking his head into his hands.

I uncurled my fists, fed up. "It's already been done."

He looked up, but I didn't wait to see his face. Maybe he wasn't the brother I thought he was.

—

"Honest opinion," Wanda said, before revealing herself from behind the curtain. "Nice or ugly?"

"Nice."

She smiled brightly, twirling around in the dress she was trying on, before going back behind the curtain to change into another one. She'd invited me over to hers to hang out, which meant watching her try on a bunch of new dresses and getting excited over each one. I wasn't complaining.

"So, that first book," she picked up from our previous conversation as she changed. She was referring to Y/B/N's first published book. "That was really you?"

"Yep." I pulled my legs up onto the lounge sofa and leaned on my hand, elbow propped on the back of the seat. "I mean, it got edited of course, but the initial manuscript was mine."

"Wow," she commented. "That must have really sucked to hear everybody praise it when it was actually yours."

"It did indeed."

She came out from the curtain wearing a dress that wasn't particularly nice looking. It had a baggy torso and slim legs, making Wanda look very unflattering. And that was saying something – she could pull off anything.

"Nice or ugly?" she asked, hands on her hips.

I squinted, tilting my head and trying to think if I should lie or not. Her blue eyes peered down at me intimidatingly and I knew I couldn't find it in myself to lie to her.

After a moment, I released a breath. "I'm sorry, love, but it's kind of ugly."

She chuckled, giving me a knowing smile. "Good. This was a test. Means you're paying attention."

"Wow. You think I'm just sat here for fun?"

She didn't respond, but an amused smile was on her lips as she headed behind the curtain to change yet again. It was quiet as she was changing, before she spoke up again.

"You know when we first met? And you showed me around your room?"

"How can I forget? You thought I was jealous of my brother," I quipped with a smile.

I could imagine the eye roll she was giving me. "That was before I knew you wrote half his stuff."

Stifling a laugh, I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Okay, go on."

She sighed. "I told you how I fell in love with that first book. How I fell in love with the words. And the person who wrote those words.”

"I remember."

She reappeared from behind the curtain, this time wearing a stunning floral blue sundress. It fell off her shoulders, revealing cream-coloured skin and a well-defined collarbone. I smiled softly, overwhelmed with admiration for the beautiful woman before me.

"I'm glad it was you," she said, and I suddenly remembered we were in the middle of a conversation.

Her eyes sparkled brightly as she smiled my way, and then her words sank in and my heart fluttered with adoration.

"Me, too," I breathed out.

She held my gaze for a second longer before looking down at her dress, pressing her hands over it. "So. What do you think? Nice or ugly?"

I raised my eyebrows with astonishment. "Wanda, you look absolutely beautiful."

Her shoulders relaxed as her eyes flickered to mine. "So, I should keep it?"

I spluttered, "Duh!"

She laughed, before approaching me and sitting beside me. Leaning her head on my shoulder, she pulled her legs onto the sofa and sighed contently. I wrapped an arm around her, resting my cheek on her head.

"I'm glad you'll finally get the recognition you deserve, milaya (darling)," she said, lifting her hand to intertwine it with mine over her shoulder.

With an entertained smile, I held her hand firmly. "Maybe, love. I haven't said yes."

"Oh, you'll say yes."

I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, revelling in the warmth her body created as it pressed to mine. We had no concerns that somebody would catch us since nobody was home and the servants knew not to bother us.

"So, what was the book actually about?" she asked, playing with my fingers.

"Huh?"

"The book," she repeated. "I've heard Y/B/N's take on it, but what about yours?"

At the mention of my brother, I rolled my eyes. We still hadn't spoken since our argument and I wasn't exactly in the best place with him right now.

"It doesn't matter," I mumbled into her hair.

She used her elbow to nudge me gently in the stomach before grabbing my other hand and wrapping it around her waist.

"I like hearing you speak," she said softly. "And I love the way your mind works."

My cheeks flushed at the compliment, but I appreciated her words. She always had such an effect on me and I'd come to only care about one opinion nowadays – hers.

"Okay, I guess..." I sighed, subconsciously pressing my fingertips to hers. "The book is about a man who loses his wife to his own ignorance, right?" She hummed in agreement, so I continued. "Y/B/N always talks about how it's about a man failing to appreciate his wife, but that's not how I intended for it to be perceived."

Interest piqued, she sat up straight and turned around to face me, leaning her head on my chest and looking up with curious eyes. I smiled down at her, pressing a kiss to her nose, making her scrunch it up adorably.

"It's supposed to be about the wife discovering that she's her own woman and that she doesn't need her husband to be okay," I continued, holding her gaze. "It was her own self-discovery that pushed them apart, as well her husband's stupidity."

Wanda's lips curved into a gentle smile. "I like that interpretation a lot better than his."

Licking my lips, I breathed out through a smile. "You're biased, dear."

Her eyes flickered to my lips. "Maybe."

I chuckled before closing the gap between us, connecting our lips in a short, sweet kiss. She relaxed against me before smiling as we pulled away.

"Ya lyublyu vas (I love you)," she whispered.

I always loved when she spoke in her native tongue. She sounded so at peace when she did and it warmed my insides.

"I love you, too," I whispered right back.

She grinned, carefree, before turning to lean on my shoulder again. I held her, enjoying the silence that formed between us. Her presence was always enough and I never wanted anything more. But I knew Wanda and I knew that she couldn't stay quiet for too long, so something was definitely up.

"What are you thinking?" I asked quietly, not wanting to startle her in case she was too deep into her thoughts.

She sighed. "It's stupid."

I smiled. "I doubt that."

It went quiet and I assumed she didn't want to share, but then she played with my fingers again as she spoke.

"I was wondering what it would be like if we were able to get married," she murmured. "With the dresses and walking down the aisle and the rings."

I laced my fingers through hers, the thoughts having crossed my mind at times, too. It was nice to think 'what if', but it was also a dangerous game.

"The wedding cake would have to be chocolate," I played along, not wanting her to think she couldn't talk about it.

She snickered, loosening up in my arms. "Of course. And the colour scheme would have to be red."

"Definitely," I agreed, knowing she wouldn't have it any other way, "...it could be somewhere small but comfortable. Surrounded by nature, maybe."

"Yes. With flowers all around us and the sound of birds tweeting in the trees."

A comforting smile crept on my lips as I closed my eyes, imagining it in my mind. What a beautiful day it would be.

"I'd force Pietro to be the ring bearer," she added as an afterthought, and I laughed, chest moving up and down with her on it.

"He'd hate that," I pointed out.

"Exactly," she said with a mischievous hum.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "What about afterwards? Where would you want to live?"

She scrunched her face up before settling with, "Somewhere remote. Away from people. Maybe a nice cottage somewhere."

Nodding in agreement, I said, "We could have a beautiful garden in the back. I'd do my very best to make it perfect for you. And you could paint whatever you wanted there."

A considerate smile tugged at her lips at the thought. "Yes! And we could get a pet. I've always wanted a pet."

"I guess we could... what pet do you want?"

With no hesitation, she said, "Chickens."

I looked down at her, quirking a brow. "Chickens?"

Looking up at me, she stared like it was self-explanatory. "They're cute and they lay eggs. Think about it. Fresh eggs for breakfast every morning."

God, she was so cute. I smiled, squeezing her hand. "Chickens it is, love."

She got excited as she tugged on my hand. "You can finally get a study of your own!"

"And you can get your own studio," I added, making her grin.

"And I'd keep it sparkling clean."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Don't lie, Wanda."

She rolled her eyes, though wore a humoured expression. "Okay, maybe not..."

"You can keep it as messy as you want," I promised her, as if it was actually going to happen and we'd get what we wanted.

The dream was so vivid in my mind that it could have been a memory. Wanda and I living together, peacefully and without hiding... if only we weren't in the wrong lifetime.

"I like to pretend that you gave this to me," she said after an unsettling silence fell upon us, raising her left hand for me to see. She wiggled her ring finger, the silver band and emerald gem glinting in the light. "It makes me feel better."

I swallowed hard and forced a smile, intertwining my fingers in hers and bringing them to my lips to kiss gently.

"Technically I picked it," I reminded her to lighten the mood, but it didn't work.

A sad smile appeared on her face. "Maybe in another lifetime, we could have met in a world that allowed this."

My smile faded into a frown at her words. Like I said, considering the 'what if's' was a dangerous game, and we'd already played too much of it.

"You're going to marry my brother soon," I said quietly, the realisation hitting me. "This– us, will have to stop."

She sat up and turned to face me, eyes looking between mine as she shook her head. "It doesn't have to."

I rested a hand on her cheek and she leaned into it, kissing my palm. I savoured the feeling of her lips against my skin.

"What we're doing isn't fair on either of us," I said reluctantly, afraid to say what we'd avoided for as long as our relationship lasted.

She frowned. "I'd rather have you like this than not at all."

My heart ached because I knew she was being genuine, and the truth is, I felt the same. But that brought me to our next dilemma.

"It's not fair on Y/B/N either."

She tensed her jaw. "The world doesn't want us together, Y/N. They're the ones who forced us to be like this."

"Like what?" I asked with knowing eyes. "Cheaters?"

Her eyes glossed over and it broke me to see her so hurt.

"Is it really cheating if I never wanted to be with him?" she asked with a shaky voice. "If I'm only acting out of duty? If I never loved him?"

Realising I'd saddened her, I moved forward and pulled her in for a hug, running my hand down her hair and to her back. "Sorry... I didn't mean to make you upset."

She sniffled and I felt her tears soaking my shirt. "Don't talk like that... I don't want to lose you."

I swallowed hard, nodding into her shoulder. "I don't want to lose you either, Wanda."

But I knew that deep down, we couldn't hold onto everything we wanted to in life. Deep down, she must have known that, too.

—

"...and this is where we write up the contracts. It's where we'd write up yours if you say yes."

Pietro grinned cheekily as I gave him a knowing look. He was showing me around the publishing house – a proper tour, not just me lurking around on the few visits I'd been here for Y/B/N – with hopes of convincing me to sign a contract with him.

"Pietro, you said you wouldn't be biased," Wanda warned, and I gave her a grateful smile as Pietro chuckled.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," he apologised, though he definitely didn't mean it. "I just really think you'd be a great fit here, Y/N. I already have editors willing to work with you based on the few pages they've seen of your work."

I raised my eyebrows, startled. "Wow, seriously?"

He nodded. "Most definitely. As I told you the other night, you're talented. And with my help, you can be successful, too."

A smile fell on my lips uncontrollably. A real editor wanted to work with me. Woah.

"I'm gonna get some coffee," Wanda said, squeezing my shoulder. "I'll get you both some, too." She wagged a finger towards her brother. "Don't pressure her whilst I'm gone."

He raised his hands in defence. "Okay, calm down, sestra (sister). I'll be fair."

She lowered her finger, shot him a final look, then smiled at me before leaving for the café next door. I chuckled at how cute she was and how much she cared before returning my attention to Pietro.

"I won't pressure you," he said to me, perching on the edge of an empty desk. "I just want you to know that you'd be well looked after here. I wouldn't let anyone talk down to you, nor treat you with disrespect because you're a woman. I don't condone that here."

I relaxed at his words, offering him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Pietro. That really means a lot."

He returned the smile before his gaze moved over my shoulder. Smile fading, he cleared his throat awkwardly and looked away. I turned around, curious to what had caught his attention, and then I saw Y/B/N standing in the doorway, looking around for something. His eyes eventually fell on me and he perked up before heading our way.

I hadn't spoken to him since two nights ago after dinner. He'd actively avoided me, too and I wasn't complaining, having still harboured an unexplainable anger for him. What was he doing here?

"Y/N, hey," he said awkwardly, stopping before Pietro and I. His eyes flickered to Pietro before he asked me, "Can I speak with you?"

Instinctively, my jaw clenched and he seemed to notice as he shook his head quickly.

"Not to argue," he clarified. "Just to talk."

His eyes were pleading and I couldn't find it in myself to deny him. He was my brother after all, we couldn't argue forever. Nodding wordlessly, I smiled apologetically to Pietro before following Y/B/N to a quiet side of the room. My eyes ran along the many employees working away at their desks before falling to my brother before me.

"What is it?" I asked, maybe a little too harshly, but there was no going back now.

He frowned, eyes flittering around nervously. "I want to apologise for my behaviour the other night. I shouldn't have acted how I did."

I hugged myself as I shifted my weight between my feet. "Okay."

"You were right," he continued, finally meeting my eyes. "You deserve this. You've always been there for me, helping me with my writing when I needed it. I should have reacted better, but I let my jealousy get the better of me."

My mouth opened, surprised at his apology.

He offered me a sad smile. "The truth is, Y/N, we both know you'll be the more successful of us both. And you'll be so preoccupied with your own writing that you won't be able to help me anymore. And it was selfish of me to think that first, but I did. And I shouldn't have. I'm sorry. I'm your big brother and I should've been better."

Chewing on my lip, I let go of waist and straightened up, nodding slightly. "I– thanks. Thank you. For telling me that."

His shoulders relaxed as he nodded. "Also, you were right about what you said about Wanda. And I'm going to apologise to her first thing."

My expression softened at the mention of the girl who'd only ever been good to us. "She's seriously talented, Y/B/N."

"I know."

I nodded, stepping forward and resting a hand on his shoulder. Looking between his eyes, I only saw regret and I knew he was being genuine with his apology.

"You're forgiven," I told him with a small smile, before pulling him in for a quick hug.

He returned it and I felt relieved to know he was supportive. I didn't see a reason to not accept Pietro's deal now... everybody I cared about was okay with it.

"Wanda is here by the way," I told Y/B/N when we pulled apart. "She's just getting some coffee for us."

He nodded and we returned to Pietro, who gave me a concerned look. I smiled reassuringly and he relaxed before looking to my brother with a smile.

"Hey, Pietro, sorry for what I said last night," Y/B/N was quick to say. "It wasn't cool. I know you're not like that and I shouldn't have even thought it, let alone said it."

Pietro was one of the chillest people I'd met as he offered his hand out to my brother. "No worries, mate. Bygones."

They exchanged a handshake before my brother glanced to me.

"She's really good," he said to Pietro. "You'd be lucky to have her here."

My face heated up as Pietro nodded in agreement. The two of them looked to me with proud smiles and as uncomfortable as I felt with the attention, I was grateful to have their support.

"I know," Pietro said. "All she's got to do is say yes."

"You haven't said yes yet?" my brother asked with disbelief, before slapping me on the arm playfully. "Y/N! This is your chance!"

"And it's a big decision!" I reminded him.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but then I caught sight of Wanda over his shoulder and perked up. She smiled my way but then noticed Y/B/N's presence and proceeded with caution.

"Hey, I got you both a coffee," she said, giving Pietro his and handing me mine, but her eyes were searching mine with worry.

My hand brushed hers as I accepted my coffee and I squeezed it reassuringly. She seemed to believe me as her lips twitched into a small smile before looking to Y/B/N.

"Hey," she said to him quietly, biting her lip.

He glanced to me for encouragement and I gave him a subtle thumbs up. This seemed to help as he wiped his hands on his trousers before looking to Wanda hopefully.

"Hey," he finally spoke. "Please can we talk in private for a moment?"

She nodded, humming in response, and followed him to talk.

"Match made in heaven those two," Pietro said sarcastically, and I tried not to laugh, but damn was it funny.

"Look, I think I've made a decision," I said after a moment, feeling my heart speed up at the realisation of my next words.

"Oh? And what is it? Will you let me publish you?" Pietro asked, quirking a brow and watching me with an excited smile.

Well, there was only the future to look forward to now.

I grinned. "Yes."

[blehblarghblah]

I know this is probably annoying. Great start right. But I just want to say, I read one of your very old stories (the untold avatar one) like once a year. Idk why, I only ever shipped that a little, yet the way you wrote the characters was so dramatic, fun and full of banter that it's one of the stories I haven't gotten out of my head since 2019 when I first read it. I'm not expecting a continuation btw, I'm an author myself and I know how you can lose the passion for a story people deeply love or just don't have the means to write it anymore emotionally speaking. But I just want you to know that whenever I think of that fandom, I specifically think of your fic. And I want to you to know the impact your stories have on people. You're a great author. And I'm sure in the years that passed you have become even better at your craft. You have a real talent at storytelling and especially at building character arcs. And you probably don't hear that enough.

Shit Anon, you got me actually crying here.

I really needed to hear this today.

This isn't annoying in any capacity at all, but instead very refreshing to hear. I gotta preface this with saying that Legends of Avatar: the Untold Story, is a very dear fic to me that I do plan to return to eventually. Not anytime soon, but ATLA's fanbase is timeless and I believe I can return to it whenever. But Taang has always been a special ship to me and so has Legend of Korra's lore and world building, and bridging the two quasi fandoms as a semi canon compliance/divergence fic mixed with a pre-canon timeline was a great challenge.

But in all honesty? That fic was a blast to write. As you say, the characters gave me so much to work with in the lens I wanted and I was warmed to see it was well received. Knowing I was working with an angle perceived as borderline crazy in shaking up canon, but still adhering to a strange set of consistencies was entertaining as I saw people slowly find intrigue. It worked.

Here's a crazy fun fact for all you new followers/readers of mine: all the shit I'm writing right now? Would not be possible if it weren't for Legends of Avatar: the Untold Story. It's why the stories I make today are thought out, thorough, but most of all, as true to character as I can work with. Putting my all into that story taught me that there is a payoff to dedication and practice. I was still an amateur then, but even I look back at that story and occasionally find myself gobsmacked with my prose.

"Wow, I wrote that? Me? Amazing!"

I don't think I'd edit anything aside from grammar mistakes when I do return, but I'm still proud of it. I still have notes and the whole plot laid out, so it's not like I don't know where it'll go. I still have the next chapter WIP set up and already begun. I've reworked it many times, but it's there!

And you, Anon?

You're the reason why I write these stories. I used to grow up reading fanfics, and to this day, I still stay up reading them. But I always had that feeling you describe, the one where when I think of a fandom there's just one fic, fanart, cosplayer, who just comes to mind. I never thought: "Wow, I wanna be that person!" But I always thought,

"I wanna make others feel things with stories the way they made me feel."

Occasional praise like yours is all I need sometimes, because it's a good reminder that though I have progressed as a writer, I still did touch people with my stories even then. Thanks, Anon. And I'm glad I managed to impact you and others, in ways like this.

Stay safe and take care all!

Until next post,

-- Bleh

[writingbywatson]

Kaeya, Diluc and Xiao comforting you

So, I made this because a lot has happened to me the past few days and I just wanted some comfort stuff, you know? I'm doing a lot better now! Haven't edit this again, I lack the will the someone send me Xiao or Diluc

Kaeya

You can’t tell me that Kaeya isn’t the type of boyfriend that doesn’t tease his s/o

Never gets tired of teasing you since usually, you can handle it well

But today was a little too much, stuff has been going worse at your house and you were on the brink of exploding

You should have told Kaeya but you didn’t want to since you know he has his plates full already

He teased you a little bit but you told him you weren’t in the mood

Playful Kaeya would think it's one of those “I told you to stop but not really moments”

So when he teases you again, you just couldn’t take it anymore and you slap his hand away when he was trying to reach for you

“Hey what–“ Kaeya would not finish his sentence because he sees that you were already had tears streaming down your face

You would immediately leave and Kaeya would be too stunned to follow you

Diluc who was there to witness the whole thing would probably throw one jab at his brother “nice job”

Kaeya would feel so bad because he would think it was his fault

Kaeya would think for a while because he honestly thinks it's his fault

Would ask you to meet with him in his office so he can apologize

“I’m sorry for what I did, I didn’t–“

“It’s not your fault,” you would interject and you would explain what happened

Kaeya feels extremely shitty now since he didn’t pick up that you were having a problem

“Sorry if I made you worry and lashing out at you” - you

Kaeya would feel extremely relieved that he even has to take a seat for a moment but at the same time he feels extremely bad still because he should have been there for you

“Come here” - Kaeya smiling as he raised his arms to the side asking for a hug

You cannot tell me that Kaeya does not give incredible and warm hugs

His the type of hugger that would hum and continuously rub your back as you cry into his arms

“Next time, tell me about your problems okay?”

“You already have so much on your plate right now”

“That doesn’t mean that your concerns are less important than mine, I always have time for you y/n, no matter what.”

Jean would probably open the door into his office and see the two of you as this is a recurring event (ahemMAKINGOUTINHISOFFICEahem) she was about to scream

But Kaeya managed to shake his head at her before she could and the acting grandmaster immediately knew base on how worried he looked

Would spoil you once you let all your emotions out and would probably lay low with his teasing for a bit

Diluc

Diluc would always wonder how he managed to get you since you are considered as one of the nicest people in Monstad

You were also a knight and he respects that about you since he can see that you were doing your best to help everyone

Very proud but also would like it if you would leave the knights LMAO

With that being said, he never saw you with a dark expression on your face

And that speaks volumes considering that you were always there with him every day

Often at his bar, you just smiling at him while he mixes drinks

But today was a little different though and he noticed it right away

You were more quiet than usual, you would speak now and then but something in your voice doesn’t sit right with him but he can’t pinpoint it out

He also noticed that despite it being very late in the evening you were still there usually you would leave after about 5 hours at most

“It’s getting late, aren’t you going to go home?” Diluc would ask taking the empty glass in front of you

He would notice the shift in your posture and this is becoming a big concern for him “are you alright?”

You’ll smile and wave it off saying that, it was just a hard day at work

“You are right, I should go home”

When you left, Diluc took a mental note to tell Jean to lighten your workload

He was preparing to change shifts with Charles when the older male approached him as soon as he entered his bar

“Master Diluc, why is y/n sleeping at one of the benches in front of the Cathedral?”

“What?”

Would speed walk to the cathedral just a million things racing through his head

Would see you immediately and would walk towards you, he would sigh in relief because nothing bad has happened to you

Diluc would squat down and hold you hand, contemplating whether to wake you up or would he just let you sleep because he thinks that your workload is too much and your extremely tired that you end up sleeping on the bench

But you’ll end up opening your eyes and he saw the shock on your face when you see him

“What are you doing here?” - you

“I should be the one asking you that question, what are you doing here? The knights are overworking you aren’t they? Those incompe-”

“- I didn’t want to go home.”

Diluc would blink at you, “why?”

“My parents they-”

You’ll end up telling him and gradually your tears would just show and all the while he will wipe your tears away

Parents are a complicated topic for Diluc but he is smart and Diluc knows that all kids deserve loving parents but not all parents should have kids

He also feels bad since didn’t notice right away

“Would you like to stay over at my place? It’s safer than sleeping out here”

He would ask the maids to prepare you a bath and some clothes

He would of course join you at his room when he's done bathing himself as well (wha’cha thinking there?)

He isn’t the best when it comes to words, so he makes up for it with actions

Would cuddle with you and gives the best cuddles especially if his tired as well

If you aren’t facing him during your cuddle session, one of his hands is sure to be holding yours

If you are facing each other, he would have caged around his arms and his nose would be buried on top of your head

Xiao

Xiao is so used to your presence that when you don’t greet him or talk to him, his day is completely ruined

So imagine his mood when two days went by and you weren’t there

On the third day, you were there but Xiao decided to be petty and not greet you back because how dare you not greet him or acknowledge him for two days?

This would go on for the morning, you greeting him and him ignoring you

That was until after lunch, “Xiao, I have to go on a mission” you would say to the adeptus

He will nod in response

“See ya”

Did? Voice? Just? Break?

Xiao would immediately feel bad and boi, the speed that he reacted to catch your arm so he can apologize was the fasted state he has ever been in

When he sees that your eyes are glaze over by tears, he’s going to start apologizing not in a panic way but slowly like his trying to find the best words to say to you

When you cry even harder, he is left confused so he’ll stop talking and you’ll end up hugging him

Poor Xiao is so confused he doesn’t know what to do

He’ll just let you cry

However, when stop crying he also notices that your body has become limp and before you could even hit the ground he will catch you

He would check your body for bruises or if you were sick

Verr would rush to where Xiao is often seen and ask what was happening, she would try to reach to you but Xiao would unconsciously hold you together as a result

Verr would notice this and would not attempt to check on you, “I’ll prepare a bed for y/n, it might be due to exhaustion since they looked tired the past two days”

Xiao would now feel extremely bad

Would lay you down on the bed and would not leave your side, if anyone tries to come near you his growling

“Oh right, y/n has a mission today, what should we do?” - Verr

Xiao despite not liking people at all would end up going to Katheryne, I’m not saying that he threats so that they’ll give your mission to someone else but there might be a chance

When you wake up Xiao is at your bedside and is holding your hand

Even before you can say anything he's the one who is going to apologize first

You’ll feel bad because why was Xiao blaming himself for what happened to you? It wasn’t his fault!

You’ll stop him and explain that your parents have been fighting lately and the reason why you were exhausted this past few days was that you kept on thinking about that issue

You’ll apologize for neglecting him and Xiao feels bad still

Reassure this angry cat that it’s not his fault, please

He’ll bring you a plate of almond tofu to bed and you will realize your mission

Xiao would stop you and say that’s already taken care of

“Oh, you did my mission for me?”

“No.”

“Then how did you- you used violence didn’t you?”

“No, just some light threat. Anyway, get some more sleep.” -Xiao as he ‘gracefully’ avoids the issue

Would keep an eye on you as you rest all the while never letting go of your hand

[galaxxiwrites]

I DON'T know what happened a while ago, honestly. Tumblr went from oops your draft was deleted to TEEHEE let's post your incomplete post and I'm??

edit: I hate the tumblr app.

Anyway, round 2! Again: Spoilers for the entire game, up until 5.4!

Dating (ft. Thancred, Hien & Ardbert)

Thancred Waters

I hope you're ready to give this man a shower considering how greasy he is 💀

A relationship with Thancred isn't exactly smooth-sailing. This is because of two things: one, is that he's never really committed himself to any one person in an intimate sense. Two, is because of his crippling self-deprecation that forces him to keep working past his body's limits.

So while he continues to play at being flirtatious and suave, he can't internally deny that when you two are sharing a more private moment, his heart beats at a pace he isn't used to. If you ever pick up on his nervousness, he'll try to play it off cooly.

"Me? Nervous? Surely you jest, I've been to dates like these way more times than I'd like to remember- and probably more that I don't."

Thancred says as he can barely hold his utensil properly with his shaking hand.

Additionally, I hope you're prepared to become Thancred's constant reminder to care for himself. He literally will not stop overworking himself unless you've forcefully stopped him.

He thinks that he should keep working, to make up all that he's lacked in the past. So please PLEASE remind him that he's done more than enough, and that you'll be there beside him to fill up whatever gaps he's missing. Become his pillar of support, because after all that he's lost, he is in dire need of one even if he himself refuses to admit so.

While he was raising Ryne, then called Minfilia of the First, he would unknowingly talk about you for hours on end. It got to the point where even without meeting you, Ryne thought of you as one of her surrogate parents.

When the young lady finally met you, she couldn't help but feel so overjoyed. Nay, no words could describe just how ecstatic she felt to finally meet you- so much so that she accidentally blurted out mom/dad.

Thancred had no explanation for that, at all. In fact, he didn't even deny anything—maybe hinting that he doesn't mind finally taking things more seriously.

Hien Rijin

Do you like himbos? You do? Well, you're in luck, because Hien is 200% made of himbo and 500% made of respect women juice.

Being around Hien feels like being under the sunlight surrounded by sunflowers, his smile just radiates so much happiness that it's contagious.

And he's grateful for the fact, as he would never ever let you be sad. He thinks you look the best smiling, so he'll always try and keep it like that.

Hien, being the leader of Doma, will naturally have most of his time dedicated to the rebuilding the country. This also includes a lot of diplomatic work, which can be incredibly taxing at times. So whenever you're around, all he needs is a small comfort cuddle and he's fully charged again!

If you're having an extremely bad day, Hien won't shy away from taking a day off from his duties. After all, you were as important to him as Doma was. He'd stick beside you for the whole day, taking you to Doma's many scenic views.

"I remember a time when cherry blossoms filled the lands of Doma. I hope that one day, I'll be able to show you the view I saw on those days."

Isn't exactly the type to get jealous, because he fully trusts in you and your relationship. If, however, someone is being way too persistent, he won't hesitate to show off his katana to whoever is persuing you

"Dearest, there you are! I recently sharpened my blade, would you like to have a look?"

Though he addresses you, Hien side eyes whoever is forcing themself on you. A hand rests on its hilt, ready to bring the blade out, thus scaring off the poor soul. The two of you laugh it off right after.

Ardbert

You were an adventurer that started alongside Ardbert, and many of your earliest missions were spent together. Because of this, it was no wonder that you two started dating.

Even when he became a famed hero of the First, Ardbert would always return to your side. It was so heartwarming to know that Ardbert was still the same man you fell in love with even after all this fame.

He likes to take you out on evening dates. The both of you ride on Seto as he takes you across the star-filled sky. A lot of times you both just end up stargazing atop the highest mountain within the area. The stars, no matter how many times you saw them, always managed to take your breath away.

"Yeah, it's really breathtaking."

He says, although you don't know he was talking about you as you were too busy looking up.

Fuck I'm such a sucker for this trope ekfkdkfkd

He's thankful you really aren't one of Hydaelyn's chosen, but he's constantly worried about you nonetheless because he knows you're most definitely out there facing a strong enemy with your own party.

Always defends you whenever someone calls you as merely "his lover." While yes, he is proud that everyone knows you're his, he knows of your own strengths and wants the entire world to know about too, hence why he lets you adventure off even though he's constantly worried about you.

When he was brought back by the crystal as a spectre, the first person he searched for was you. Much to his dismay however, all that awaited him was a tombstone, sullied with clutter as the people's wrath for him unfortunately extended to you as well.

[sunwarmed-ash]

7, 9, 28 and maybe pick one more you'd really like to answer? 😊

7. What element of writing do you struggle with most?

It used to be plot, and smut was the easiest, now it's the opposite. Which is probably weird to hear from someone with a weekly blog named Sinful Sunday but it's true. I can envision all the beautiful things our characters can get up to like a Spielberg movie in my head but the second I try to turn that into descriptive words, I feel like a monkey slapping a keyboard.

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?

Well right now it's Ted Lasso. He is a very complex individual. But generally, healthy stable characters are a challenge for me. Or heterosexual characters. If they are heteroflexible/questioning, pffffffft cake. I lived that life. But anyone with an inflexible moral compass/ or a true lawful good, that's a big struggle for me.

28. How well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing?

Depends lol. So far I think I've been unpopular enough to sorta fly under the radar for mean comments. But I have had a few particularly nasty ones. Generally, I try to remember that at the end of the day, I’m the one I'm writing for. I produce content for free and share it online because I hope other people will enjoy it too, but if they don't, it's okay. Because I still will. I know the amount of time and effort every piece of work takes and I'll always appreciate it for that.

5. What’s the fic(s) you’re most proud of?

I think I need help (Harringrove)

Love born from temperature and trust (GammaFrost)

I'm gonna give you two, because they are different for different reasons. ITINH was the first fic I wrote completely solo. For a period of 5 or so years, I exclusively wrote in RP format, usually just as one character with my best friend and muse. I wrote ITINH during my first summer as a manager at a fun center. It started as a one-off and turned into a massive 50k word pet project that I really love.

LBFTT is the first novel-length rare pair Marvel AU my best friend Will and I wrote together. It took us about 2 years to create the whole story, and another year for me to edit and print it. It’s a story incredibly close to my heart and if you have read it and liked it, I’d love to hear your thoughts <3

[khaleesiofalicante]

"Writters aren’t exactly people. They're a whole bunch of people trying to be one person" -F. Scott Fitzgerald

I don’t think there is one ask I havent said this, but I will say it again: Fuck Shinyun and Asmodeus!!! Leave my Magnus Babe alone!!!

YOU LOVE HIM MAGNUS! JUST SAY IT! *I wont say I'm in love starts playing*

Magnus has never really felt safe anywhere. Never. That’s weird. Maybe even sad. Get this man some love and affection😭😭

I figured it out! The true enemy of this fic is the foreshadowing we made along the way 🙂🔪

Lily!! She is a queen and a godness!!! I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!💙💙💙💙 Can I marry her???!? She is the best character of the day dont @ me

“Fine. Only because you two look like you make very bad decisions at parties.” Raphael only saying yes to Lily!!! That friendship gets to me every time😭😭

Idk I just feel Magnus is one of those people that in their POV things actually made so much sense but for the rest is like: wtf ???

“I know,” Alec replies. “But there is a safe way.” All of that scene was really sad but at the same time realistic bc unfortuately it is that way for many people...

Just. Alec taking Magnus to Indonesia and Rafael to Argentina. Dont touch me I'm soft🥺🥺🥺

Alec and Rafe being so done omg😂

HELL YEAH HE IS FINALLY ABLE TO BE THE WAY HE WANTS!!! I'M SO PROUD OF HIM😭🥺

"I'm always looking at bapak." RANDOM POETRY>>>

Max is so done with Malec being horny 😂 Cant blame Alec tho... Magnus looks stunning!!👀

The speech was 1000/10 *chef kiss*

"The little shit always manages to surprise him." You love that lil shit dont lie!! Jshdksbdj

Diego and Rafael are family and I'm crying and😭

My beautiful Selena!!! She is always helping other people and she is my unproblematic babe🥺🥺 ALSO YESS NICE TO MEET YOU JAZMÍN!!! (should I thank her for bringing that Gorgeous Gabriel into existence or is it weird?)

Me reading Selena's part: 🎶I think I've seen this film before, and I didn’t like the ending🎶

Pressing into places that are familiar to no one but her. Removing the pressure he shows to no one but her. Rosewood lives on my mind 24/7 rent free ❤️❤️

So in lbaf Max "tried" to kill Rafe and in tlnd Rafe punched Max?? Okok just normal problems jdusjdngcgk

Rafael sometimes finds it annoying. The way Max laughs. He hates it even. It’s so loud. Like he doesn’t care – about anything. He wonders if he hates it because he can never laugh that way – with not a care in the world. No thoughts. Head empty. Just wow.

Not ones you know anyway. Oh so he has a secret.... Interesting 👀

"Everyone is hiding something, Rafe.” Why is it that I love quotes that involve something secretive???

David would be so disappointed in you. Why do they insiste on hurting me?? 😭

All this fic hurts on a deep level, but Rafael and Max's scenes and POV's just hit so fucking much. Idk why, they are both so complex and their relationship is flawed but so on point and they always argue but they are there for each other and in this essay I will-

Anyway, I'm tired af so I will go to sleep. I'm planing on finishing a book this weekend and I think I finally have the time to edit my story so I will use this weekend to be really productive!!

Bye and please take care with everything going on! Stay safe Dani💚

Okay but this quote me a crisis, dude. Like you know how when you write a story, you write ALL the characters? How do we as writers do that? How do write eloquent Alec and Bitchy Zara and Traumatised Magnus and Cocky Max and all of that kdsjncvkjsdn WRITERS ARE AMAZING!

Anyhoo.

I'm glad you liked this chapter and I hope you got some sleep! Good luck with the story editing. If you need any help or feedback or anything at all, you can message me 💚