#i miss it already and i just finished reading it 30 seconds ago

[genderflouiid]

what am i supposed to do with myself now that put us on ice is finished 🧎🏾‍♀️

[azen13]

Hallooo!!

can I request a Sunday and aventurine (separate) x reader where reader has insomnia and cannot fall asleep? It’s alright if you just write for one character, whatever is most comfy for you <3 take your time and get some rest !!

Sleep, Sweet Nightingale

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A/N: Thank you so much for the ask! This was really fun to write :D I'll likely post Aventurine's in a week or two, so stay tuned for that! Thank you for your kind words <3

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Description: Sunday x Avgin!Reader | With Sunday at a meeting discussing future plans for Penacony, you find yourself struggling not only with falling asleep, but also with memories from the past. Luckily, your lover is always here to help you.

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CW: Insomnia, Dissociation, Mentions of Imprisonment, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Emotional Flashback

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Nested in soft blankets, sleep should come easy to you. You had hoped it would soothe your troubled mind, washing all of your dark, tainted thoughts away like soapy water cutting through grime; instead, you toss and turn in the tangled sheets, a sheen of sweat shining on your skin in the dim, warm lights of your apartment.

Your inability to sleep is also compounded by the fact that you’re entirely alone. Sunday is busy in a meeting with the Family–discussing a potential renovation to Oti Mall to make it more navigable–leaving an empty space on the other side of the bed. You miss your lover’s sweet, feather-light touches and chaste kisses. More than that, you miss feeling protected. The world has scraped your heart clean of any innocence, leaving you sensitive to all the cruelties of the world–cruelties that seem to hang above your head like a cloud of daggers, waiting to fall.

Signaled by the quiet ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner of the room, minutes pass by. You make a game of watching as the long hand of the clock slowly creeps past the short hand at around 2:30 a.m, and continues to race around the chapter ring like a runner in a marathon. Eventually it passes the finish line, the clock ringing in quiet celebration as a new race begins. 

After another minute or two, you finally decide to push the plush sheets off your body and get out of bed. Sunday had recently bought you some medication to help with your sleeping problems, but he had kept them hidden away somewhere. The lack of trust stung, but you believed him when he said he was doing it out of worry for your wellbeing. You could look for it, but knowing Sunday and his penchant for being meticulous, you’d only bring yourself into a fit of frustration, making your mind more dysfunctional than it already feels.

Instead, you decide to wander the apartment aimlessly, a blanket wrapped around your body that billows behind you. From the bedroom to the parlor, the kitchen to the study, you search for something to pass the time, but find yourself rejecting any potential forms of entertainment. You can hardly fathom reading a book with how tired your eyes are, and the TV is too loud–even at the lowest volume.

So, you settle down on a sofa in the parlor and try to block out the world by wrapping yourself up in your blanket. For a second, you try to close your eyes, but open them in an instant. 

The overhead light feels less warm now, washing the room out with fluorescence. You can feel your heart beginning to leak, waves of emotions tossing it to and fro. Impressions of words spoken to you years ago press against your skin–not heard, but felt. No tears spring from your eyes–a habit built from near-daily torment, of knowing that your captors would only revel in the sight of your sadness and attempt to draw more of it out. Instead, your hands grip against the blanket. The rhythm they take up isn’t a thought so much as a motion, letting you escape the sinking ship of your soul. Clench, unclench, clench.

Then you hear the lock of the apartment door click. As though electrified, your body freezes from head to toe. 

“My dove? Where. . .you?” 

“Dearest?”

You hardly register Sunday moving out of the corner of your eye and taking a seat in a chair a few feet away from the sofa. After a moment, your lips open, words trickling out. They are uttered on their own accord–not a thought, but a motion, same as your hands.

The look on Sunday’s face softens. His words move in and out of focus as he begins to speak again.

“. . .you’re dissociating, my. . . Let me help . . . you name five . . . you see?”

Again, as if compelled by some supernatural force, you begin to speak again. It’s as though you’re speaking a foreign language you never learned.

“Wonderful. . . amazing. How about. . . things you. . . touch?”

“Now try to. . . three things. . .can hear?

Halfway through naming two things you can smell, the world sharpens, like shifting a camera’s focus. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, aware of how tense your body is.

“Are you back in the present with me now, my sweet?” Sunday asks quietly. His tender voice is almost a whisper, aware of how sensitive you might be to loud noises right now. 

You nod weakly, feeling beginning to return to your body, a shuddering breath filling your lungs. “I think so.” It feels true. As if in confirmation, your heart beats out a steady ‘Yes’.

“I’m glad.” Sunday folds his hands in his lap, eyes reading between the lines of your face. “It’s getting late. Would you like me to help you to bed?”

“Yes please.”

Slowly, Sunday stands. He extends a hand out, not as a demand, but an offer. A choice. It’s an easy one that you decide to take, clasping it like a lifeline as he guides you back to the bedroom. Humming gently, he fluffs up the comforter and the pillows, doing his best to maximize your comfort. 

“If you’d like, I can sleep in the guest bedroom-” “Stay.”

Your response is a plea, one Sunday is happy to comply with. Quietly, you watch as he begins to get ready for bed, his routine methodical and precise. Through it all, he keeps a quiet vigil over you, even as he brushes his teeth and preens his feathers. After it’s all said and done, your lover quietly crawls into bed, eyes gazing gently at you. “If you need anything, let me know,” he says quietly. In response, you gently grab one of his hands, and move it over your shoulder, before grabbing the other. Sunday allows you to position his arms how you wish, only adjusting after you finish. “May your dreams be sweet, my dove,” Sunday whispers, voice reverent like a prayer, as you begin to drift off into a soothing sleep.

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Late Night Reunions

Pieces of My Heart - Chapter 11 Stray Kids OT8 x reader, Soulmate AU

Masterlist | Next Part

You were feeling proud of yourself.

The words on the screens looked familiar to you now, and you were able to understand enough of the foreign language that you found your way through customs without having to ask for help. You pointedly avoided reading the English translations right below the Korean. It felt like cheating.

The sudden change to online classes had left you with an unexpected amount of free time since you didn’t have to show up to your university physically. It meant that in between classes you could do short Korean lessons, you could watch kdrama’s while you ate, and you had the hour that would normally be spent on public transport to do nothing more than practice. You advanced so quickly that the conversations around you as you walked through the airport made sense, and you actually felt bad for eavesdropping on strangers.

It had only been a month.

The boys had finished their tour a week ago and were now on a short term break in between comebacks. You remembered the tired but satisfied looks on their faces when they finished their last show, the live notification that had popped up on your phone. You watched them spend an hour with Stay, only to get the added benefit of a video call immediately after, while they got ready for bed. They had spent most of the call talking about how much they missed you, wishing you were there for their concert, completely unaware of the plan you had put into motion.

Only Chan had been aware at the moment that you already had your soulmate visa.

When you originally brought up the plan to him, he had mentioned saving the information until you were sure of the time frame, to avoid getting them excited only for the plan to not pan out. It was notoriously difficult to get a soulmate visa, since you needed proof of your soulmate connection, and neither you nor Chan had a physical soulmark. You were worried you would need to talk to someone or argue your case to demonstrate your connection.

But all it took was a written statement from Chris and just like that, you had your soulmate connection officially and legally confirmed. It was almost laughably easy.

You trailed behind a group of people, your suitcase rattling as you dragged it next to you. The crowds around the airport made it hard for you to get a clear look on who you were looking for, so you paused next to a pillar for a second to glance down at your red string in hopes of it guiding you, only to notice that seven of the strings were all focused in the same location, with the eighth one not in front of you.

Hands pressed against your eyes from behind.

“Guess who.”

You laughed. “Chris!”

You abandoned your suitcase and spun around, throwing yourself into the arms of the man behind you. He caught you with a grunt, spinning you around with a laugh when you let out a squeak at the sudden movement. You refused to let go of him, even when your feet touched the ground once again.

“Hi,” You rested your chin against his chest so you could look into his eyes.

He was wearing a mask, but you could see his smile from the curve in his eyes. “Hi.”

“I missed you.”

“Hmm, I missed you too, sweetheart.”

You were tempted to pull down his mask and kiss him right there, but you were still in a public location and Chris was still a famous idol. So instead, you settled for staying in his arms, letting him rock you two back and forth while humming something under his breath.

“Where are the others?”

“Ah, I told them we were having movie night. It was the easiest way to get all of them together without it being suspicious,” He said.

I blinked. “And they weren’t curious about where you were going so late at night?”

“I told them I forgot something at the company building. I think I have maybe 10 minutes before they start to get suspicious.”

“Doesn’t the drive back to your dorm take at least 30 minutes?”

“Guess we’ll have to come up with something.”

Coming up with something apparently meant sending them a text from Chris’s phone that he was going to get snacks, which then turned into actually having to get snacks when Felix asked for some cookies. Chris kept his mask on, slinking around the store aisles as quickly as he could, and you kept your distance just in case he was somehow recognized.

When you got back to the car, he held out your favorite candy towards you. “I remember you mentioning you liked these. You should hide them, otherwise the other’s will get to them first.”

You grabbed the candy gently, giving him a confused look. “What?”

“Oh, do you not like them?” He also shared a confused look.

“No, I love these,” You reassured, looking down at the candy and then back at Chris. “But I mentioned it once … in a text message. Weeks ago.”

“… And?”

“And you remembered that?” You wondered.

“Of course.”

You grabbed his arm as he reached to turn the car back on, pulling him away from the steering wheel and towards you. He let out a noise of surprise, but was quick to react when you pressed your lips against his, hand reaching out to steady you as you practically threw yourself towards him. He let out a chuckle, but you quieted him with another kiss, your eyes welling up with emotions. You heart was pounding so loud in your ears you wondered if he could hear it.

His hand was firm against your waist, thumb rubbing soft circles against your skin. His other hand reached up to pull your hair away from your face, palm cupping your cheek and engulfing you in warmth. You breathed in his essence, the cologne, the smell of his laundry detergent. His tongue tasted like peppermint. Your chest began to ache.

You let out a breathy whine when he pulled away.

“Hey, hey sweetheart. Are you okay?”

The tears in your eyes had slipped down your cheeks, and you immediately reached up to wipe them away. You nodded your head, unsure if you could speak, throat heavy with emotion. Chris stared at you for a second before a soft smile pulled at his lips.

“I missed you too.”

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Sneaking you into the dorm was surprisingly easy. Chris had led you to the door, giving you the universal sign for ‘be quite’ with a finger to his lips, and you followed behind him quietly. The layout to the dorm room placed the entrance right in between the common area and the bedrooms, which meant that as Chris headed towards the right, you had the perfect opportunity to sneak to the left. You entered the first door to the right, just like he told you, and put down your suitcase as quietly as you could.

You then peeked your head out of the door, but all you could see was the hallway that led to the living room and kitchen, voices bouncing off the walls. You slowly pulled the door closed, pulling out your phone to wait for Chris to text you. He wanted to surprise the boys, and would let you know when they were all settled.

As you waited, you sent out a message to your parents letting them know you had arrived to the dorms and were with your soulmates again. Your mother responded immediately, telling you how happy she was.

After your realization, the fear of being pushed away and left behind, you had a serious conversation with your parents, but mostly with your mother. Your father was quick to reassure you that you had to live your own life, and that you weren’t leaving them behind since they would still be there for you if you needed them. He also wanted to make sure you weren’t staying away from your soulmates for his benefit, and you both had a good cry when you realized how guilty he had felt thinking he was holding you back.

Your talk with your mom went much about the same way. After shed tears and long hugs, She reassured you that she loved you and would always love you, but she wanted what was best for you. And she wanted you to be happy.

She helped you realize just how much the boys made you happy.

Even now, being so close to your soulmates, your heart was beating hard in your chest and your skin felt alight with excitement. You were minutes away from seeing them again. So close to them, so close to holding them in your arms.

Your phone buzzed in your hands.

Chris Ready? Y/N *thumbs up* Chan Nobody should be looking, come out whenever you want ;)

[janeyseymour]

Idk if you’re taking requests but would love to read a melissa schemmenti/reader where reader is a horseback rider and takes melissa to the barn for the first time!! Melissa gets to meet reader’s horse, the barn owner and their riding trainer who are very protective of reader, as they met her as a kid and watched her grow up!

So full disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about horses, most of this was written drunk, and it is highly unedited due to my absolute exhaustion with taking over this first grade class... but I hope you enjoy!

Horsing Around

wc: ~3.6k

You’ve been trying to get Melissa to accompany you to the barn for months now, but your schedules never quite lined up or you had different plans together. But now, on this beautiful Saturday, you’ve convinced the redhead to join you in an excursion to the horse farm. You can tell she’s nervous, and you’re doing everything you can to calm her worries. 

“Babe, c’mon,” you chuckle. “It really isn’t that scary. It’s just a horse.”

“All I’m sayin’ is,” your girlfriend sighs. “When I get bucked off and break a hip, you’re the one who gets to take care of me.”

“You won’t,” you promise her, taking one of her hands in your own. “The horse I plan to put you on is one I’ve been riding for forever. Dolly is a good girl.”

“You named your horse Dolly?”

“After Dolly Parton,” you reveal with a grin. “The other horse I named there is Jolene.”

“Good lord,” she rolls her eyes lovingly at your antics. “I really am dating a dork.”

“And you love it! Now let’s go!”

You usher your girlfriend to your car excitedly. It’s been a bit since you’ve been back to the barn, and you know the owner is thrilled that you’re coming around. You told her you would be there at two, and it’s already 1:30.

When you pull in, you’re practically out of the car before you can even turn the vehicle off. Judy, the owner of the barn, is already sitting on her porch in a rocker waiting for your arrival.

“Judy!” you sprint up the steps and launch yourself into the older woman’s arms. You’ve missed her. You used to spend all of your time here before you were thrown into the real world and had to get a job.

“There’s my favorite girl,” she sighs and wraps you in her arms. You feel a maternal kiss being pressed to your cheek. “It’s been so long.”

“I stopped by a couple months ago!” you protest.

“To drop off some carrots for the animals,” she laughs as she pulls away.  “You didn’t even stick around for dinner.”

You stand back up straight to glance over at the car where Melissa is finishing up her coffee. You smile and blush. “Well, Judy… I did have dinner with my girlfriend that night.”

“Same girl you been seein’?” You nod. “You been seein’ her for a while. When do I get to meet this mystery girlfriend of yours?” the older woman raises a brow.

“Right now,” you say excitedly. You call over to the redhead. “Mel? C’mon, hun! I have someone I want you to meet!”

“I’m comin’!” she calls back. “Give me a few seconds to finish my coffee!”

You and the woman that you’ve known since you were young catch up for a bit before Melissa makes her way over.

“Judy, this is Melissa Schemmenti, my girlfriend,” you grin as you take her hand in your own.

“So you’re the reason I ain’t seen my little girl in so long,” Judy stares her down. You know she’s just playing, but you hope it doesn’t trigger Melissa’s fight or fight instinct.

“That’s me,” the redhead says with a smirk written on her face. “Nice t’meet ya Judy. I heard lots about you.” She sticks her hand out for the farm owner to shake.

Judy glances to you and gives a subtle head nod before taking Melissa’s hand in her own and shaking firmly.

“Aye, that’s a good handshake you got there,” the farm owner notes.

“It’s a power move,” Melissa shrugs. “Gotta show the idiot fathers that walk into my classroom who’s boss.”

“So you’re a teacher? That how you and Y/N met?”

“Judy!” you blush. “I already told you how we met!”

“It is,” Melissa doesn’t miss a beat. “Y/N came into the school bright and chipper, and while I normally can’t stand that kind of attitude, I had some soft spot for her… next thing you know, we’re dating.”

The older woman chuckles her deep laugh. “Just makin’ sure Y/N wasn’t lying. I remember her teenage years, you know.”

You turn a deeper shade of red. “Judy!”

“That’s all I’m sayin,” Judy shrugs and she stands from her chair. “C’mon, now. I’m sure Dolly and Jolene will be thrilled to see their favorite rider.”

You lead Melissa around the farm, providing a running record of everything you pass. Your girlfriend hands on to your every word, occasionally asking a question that you’re quick to answer. You know this place like the back of your hand. Judy watches the two of you with a twinkle in her eye. She’s been in your life since you were six, the first time your mother brought you down. She’s watched you grow and change, seen you through multiple boyfriends and girlfriends, and she has to admit that seeing you with Melissa is the happiest you’ve ever seemed. 

Every once in a while, she throws in some smart comment or little anecdote about your childhood. And every time, it’s met with a whined out, “Judy!” Both women just laugh at your antics. 

When you finally get into the horse barn, there stands Annette, the horse trainer that you haven’t seen in ages.

“Well golly,” she smiles broadly at the sight of you. “Judes, I know you said Y/N was dropping by, but this surely can’t be her.”

You drop Melissa’s hand in an instant to launch yourself at the woman you haven’t seen since before you went off to college. “Annette!”

“Hey, baby cakes,” she chuckles as she engulfs you in a hug. “Look at you, all grown up.”

“I didn’t know you were going to be here!”

“Well, Judes told me you were swingin’ by, and I had a free day,” the woman laughs with a sparkle in her eye. “I knew I couldn’t miss ya again. How you been?”

“Oh, I’ve been great!” you can’t contain the smile on your face. You tell her about college and how you’ve graduated, how you found a job teaching- to which she tells you how proud she is of you-, and then you tell her you have a girlfriend. “Annette, this is my girlfriend Melissa. Melissa is a second grade teacher at the school I work with. Mel, this is Annette. She taught me how to ride when I was a kid.”

The horse trainer, unlike Judy, grabs Melissa and pulls her into a tight hug. “Nice to meet ya, hun.”

“Yeah,” your girlfriend pats her back awkwardly. “Nice to meet you too.”

“I was hoping Mel and I could ride Dolly and Jolene?” you ask hopefully, rocking back and forth on your feet.

“I’m sure they would be more than happy to get out and run around for a bit,” the trainer smiles. She turns to Melissa. “You ever seen your girl ride?” 

“Not yet,” your girlfriend says.

“She’s one hell of a rider,” Annette grins. “You’re in for a treat. Have you ever ridden?”

“Today will be the first,” the redhead says nervously, playing with one of her rings. 

“You’re in good hands with the two of us,” you promise your girlfriend. “And like I told you, Dolly is a sweet girl.”

“She’s one of the best we have,” Judy tells her. “I’ve watched Annette put the young ones on her, and she’s just perfect with them. A great starter horse.”

“C’mon babe!” you take Melissa’s hand in your own again and start dragging her into the barn.

The two older women hang back as you enter.

“So,” Judy and Annette drawl out at the same time. They chuckle.

“She seems happy with this one,” Judy notes softly.

“She does,” Annette agrees. “This one better not break our girl’s heart.”

“I don’t think she will,” the farm owner tells her friend. “Any time the girl comes around, she’s always talking about Melissa. I watched as Y/N was showing her around, and she was looking at her like our girl hung the damned stars. And if she does, well… woman’s got another thing coming for her.”

“You got that one right,” Annette chuckles as she nudges her boss with an elbow. “C’mon. I gotta get in there to make sure Melissa isn’t having a heart attack over the size of Dolly.”

When the two of them enter the barn, you’re with your girlfriend in Dolly’s stall, and Melissa looks terrified. You, on the other hand, are grinning as you pet your horse and feed her a few apples.

“Oi,” Annette quips. “Don’t overfeed her.”

“I’m just giving her a few treats!” you protest as you continue to stroke the animal. “My good girl,” you coo. “Mel, c’mon.”

“I think you got that one, hun,” she stands in the corner of the stall, glancing at the animal with fear. 

“Babe, I promise, she’s a sweetie!” you wave her over. “You just have to stand to the side of her so she can see you and get used to you.”

Your girlfriend looks at you nervously, but listens. You give her a gentle head nod and a look of comfort and love. Annette and Judy don’t miss that look. You turn your attention to the redhead and help her get more comfortable around the horse, and before you know it, she’s feeding her a carrot and praising her sweetly. It melts your heart. 

“Do you want to try brushing her? She loves being groomed,” you suggest. At her nod, you show her how to do it. “If I leave you with Judy and Annette for a few minutes so I can go tend to Jolene, will you be okay?”

Melissa nods at you nervously, and you give her a quick peck on the lips. You shoot the two that you’ve known for decades a look, as if to say ‘behave yourselves’, before heading to a different part of the barn.

The redhead continues to groom the horse in front of her, but she can quickly feel two pairs of eyes trained on her.

“Can I help the two of you?” your girlfriend asks lowly. She’s trying to stay on her best behavior for you- she knows how much you care for the two, and she oddly wants their approval.

Neither woman says anything, so Melissa keeps her eyes trained on the horse until the silence is broken. 

“What are your plans with our girl?” Annette asks lowly.

Melissa raises a brow as she slowly stops grooming Dolly. “What do you mean?”

“What are your intentions and all that shit?” she asks. 

“She’s my girlfriend, and I want to make her happy?” your girlfriend glances over.

“You know,” Judy cuts in quietly. “The two of us have quite a soft spot for Y/N. You hurt her, and we will find you.”

“I ain’t got no plans to hurt my girl,” Melissa states confidently. You start to round the corner to re-enter Dolly’s stall, but you’re quite interested to see what the redhead has to say. “I’m not some loser her age who is going to take advantage of her. I love that girl, and one of these days… I’m gonna marry her.”

“What makes you so confident?” the farm owner asks, and you know she’s much tougher to gain approval than Annette is. 

“The fact that we’ve talked about getting married and starting our lives together,” Melissa tells them. “The fact that I got a ring hidden in my classroom that I know she’ll love.”

“Is it-”

“It’s white gold,” the teacher cuts Judy off. “I know what my girl likes, and I fully intend on making her the happiest woman alive. I can’t wait to be able to call her Mrs. Schemmenti.”

“How do you know she isn’t going to keep her last name?”

“Because we’ve talked about how she can’t wait to get rid of her last name,” Melissa chuckles.

“She has always hated it,” Annette chimes in with a hearty chuckle. “It ain’t even that bad a last name.”

“She’s my girl,” your girlfriend says simply. “I’ll do everything I can to always keep that gorgeous smile of hers on her face. Even if most of it scares the living shit outta me.”

“Like?”

“Like… I’m terrified of horses,” Melissa tells them honestly. “But I’m here.”

“You are,” Annette smiles. “And Dolly seems to love you already.”

“I know she wants marriage, and I’ve already done the marriage and divorce,” she confides in them quietly. “I know she wants kids, and I’ve always been terrified of having kids. But I know they’ll turn out okay as long as Y/N is around. She’s a… that woman is something. She makes every day worth living, and she makes every day the brightest day I’ve ever had. She’s my girl- my everything.”

Melissa’s eyes sparkle with love, and her tone conveys just how much she cares about you and is willing to go the extra mile for you. You have to choke down a quiet sob at her words.

“Ain’t that sweet,” Annette coos.

“Sweet, and heartfelt,” Judy gives a nod of approval before turning serious again. “But I swear to God, you mess up… we’ll find you.”

“Trust me, I ain’t got no plans to fuck it up with this one,” Melissa tells them. “She’s it for me.”

Your second and third mother give simultaneous hums of approval, and you see it as your time to enter without them knowing you were listening.

“Baby!” you bounce over and kiss her cheek. “I got Jolene all ready to ride if you wanted to give it a go?”

Your girlfriend looks extremely nervous, but she nods. “If that’s what you want to do.”

Judy and Annette give each other nods of approval at knowing just how scared Melissa was to get on the horse, but she was going to do it for you.

“I promise, Dolly will be just fine for you,” you assure her. “And whenever you’ve had enough, I’ll take them both out to do some jumping and stuff with them.”

“I’ll grab Jo for you,” Annette volunteers herself. “Judes, you wanna come?”

The two exit a few seconds later, giving you optimal time with the redhead. 

“Let me just grab her saddle, you a helmet, and we should be set?” you suggest.

She smiles as her eyes linger on you. “Sounds like a plan, amore.”

You kiss her gently. “I know this is new and scary for you, but thank you for doing it for me.”

“Anything for my girl,” she mumbles against your lips. “Anything at all.”

“Let me get Dolly ready for you to ride, and then we can take her out, and I’ll show you everything you’ll need to know,” you tell her. 

It’s only a few minutes later that you reconvene with Judy and Annette, Dolly the horse following behind you as you lead her into the pen. 

“You ready, hun?” you ask Melissa gently. At her nod, you lead her over to the two that work on the farm. You help Melissa up onto the horse, and then you expertly mount Jolene. You teach her how to get the horse to walk, and when she seems comfortable with that, you ask her if she wants to try to get the horse to trot. She seems nervous, but with you by her side and Annette helping to handle the horse, she gives a nod.

Trotting is not much her speed, so Annette helps to slow the horse back down, and you grin at her.

“I’m proud of you for trying,” you tell your girlfriend sweetly. “Whenever you feel you’ve had enough, I can help you off of Jo, and then I’ll take them both out for just a bit to keep up with their training.”

After about ten more minutes of walking the horses, Melissa has felt that she’s had enough. You help her dismount. Her, Annette, and Judy exit the pen, and you’re left to do what you love.

You have to admit that you’re showing off a bit, and you know Melissa is eating it up. Her eyes don’t leave you the entire time that you ride both horses. You send her a wink whenever you pass her on either of the horses. 

Judy and Annette watch Melissa watch you. They can’t believe how much love can be conveyed in just one simple look.

Finally, you’re finished, and you take off your helmet with a smile and a toss of your hair.  You lead both horses over to where your group is standing, and you hand Dolly’s lead to Melissa.

“Walk with me to take them back to their stalls?” you ask as you extend your hand out. She takes it gently, and the two of you head back for the barn hand in hand. Annette and Judy follow behind, looking at the two of you fondly.

“Stay back on second,” the horse trainer says softly, and Judy stops in her tracks. Annette pulls out her phone and takes a few pictures of you and your girlfriend as you chat and lead the horses back to their stalls. After examining the pictures for a few seconds, she grins. “They are a cute couple.”

“I suppose,” Judy bites her lip. “But I’m serious. If Melissa hurts our girl-”

“I know, I know,” Annette rolls her eyes lightheartedly. “You’ll have your foot so far up her ass, she won’t be able to walk for weeks. But have a little faith in this one. That woman looks at Y/N like my Frankie used to look at me, and we were the happiest couple.”

“I thought I recognized that look,” Judy sighs softly. 

“So, give her a chance?”

“I am, I am,” the farm owner waves off. They follow the two of you into the barn.

After the horses are away, you take Melissa’s hand in your own and start to head out of the barn.

“Oi,” Judy calls to the two of you. “Are you at least gonna stay for dinner or what?”

Melissa squeezes your hand, silently saying that it’s entirely up to you. You nod with a smile. “If you’ll have us.”

“Good. I have enough food to feed a small village, and I need help cleaning out for the next season of planting,” the farm owner chuckles.

Dinner is nice. You get to hear about what Judy and Annette have been up to, they ask what you’ve been spending your time doing, and they get to know your girlfriend just a bit more. Melissa’s usually stoic and stony persona is set aside, and you know how much this is taking in her to answer every question they ask her with as little snark as possible. You’ll tell her how much you appreciate it later tonight… or rather, show her. 

Before you know it, you’re bidding goodbyes to your mentors. They each give Melissa a hug, which shocks you- Judy has never given your former partners a hug before. She usually just glares them down with a firm handshake. In that moment, you know your current girlfriend has Judy’s stamp of approval. 

You pull your keys out of your jacket pocket, and Melissa smiles gently at you- that soft, warm smile that made you fall for her in the first place.

“I can drive home if you want,” she offers quietly.

“You just want control of the music,” you tease her. 

“You can have control,” she chuckles. “I just thought I’d offer.”

“I won’t pass up on not having to drive home,” you giggle softly as you hand your keys over. “Thank you, love.”

She presses a delicate kiss to your temple as the two of you walk to the car. She holds the door open for you, as she always does, before closing it for you and climbing in. 

“You can play your music if you want,” you tell her.

“Play what you want, my love,” she smiles as she turns on your headlights. She starts to back out with a small wave and smile to Annette and Judy. By the time you’re pulling out of the farm, Sara Bareilles is playing softly through the stereo, and a warm hand has settled on your knee. 

“Thank you for showing me what you love,” she leans over and kisses your cheek, eyes never leaving the road. 

“Thank you for coming with me,” you say just as softly. “What did you think?”

“I’m not as terrified of horses as I used to be,” she tells you with a quiet laugh.

“Judy and Annette didn’t scare you off?” you tease before turning a bit serious. “They’ve scared off quite a few who they didn’t deem worthy of my time… Judy has never actually hugged any one of my past boyfriends or girlfriends.”

“I think I showed them how much I care for you, amore,” she states confidently. “And if Judy hasn’t ever given your past people hugs… I think I’m doing pretty damned good.”

“I love you,” you sigh softly as you lay a hand over hers and lay your head on her shoulder.

“I love you too,” she tells you gently. “But you already know that.”

—

“So… we met Melissa,” Judy and Annette tell your mother over the phone.

“Oh? And what did you think?” your mom asks.

Both women that work on the farm glance at each other.

“She’ll do just fine,” Judy gives your mother a thumbs up.

“I agree,” your mom tells them. “Are we placing bets on when Melissa is going to propose?” 

The two women on the phone at the farm know your mother’s tricks though. 

“She already told you she got a ring, didn’t she?” Annette asks.

“Dammit.”

[simonnebethel]

Writeblr Introduction

Just learned what a writeblr intro is so I'm gonna make one before I go to bed lol

I've already done something like this a few days ago but that was when I had no clue what I was doing lmao, so might as well make a more in depth one

About me:

20, she/her, bi

American

I write mostly fantasy and urban fantasy, and honestly i dont think i've ever written a story that was non-fantasy lol

Started writing when I was 10, but it was mostly Warrior Cats fanfiction on Wattpad lol. I went through a writing slump for most of highschool but last year I decided to get back into it since I'm not doing anything else lol

I like to read fantasy and classic lit, also anything with vampires. I also have a soft spot for slowburn romances where the main characters dont kiss until, like, the 4th book heehee

In love with anything gothic, vampire, and wlw 👩‍❤‍💋‍👩

I think one of my more niche interests is any early 2000s fantasy/sci-fi movie with a nu-metal/rock/alternative soundtrack like Queen of the Damned and The Crow. They are just...*chefs kiss*

My current stories:

A Chant for Blood (Formerly known as Account of Calamity)

Account of Calamity is a gothic victorian fantasy about a Grand Marshal, Karliah Helisende, and a blood-drinking fiend, Yorick Gwynplaine, who work together to investigate the mysterious portals that spawn dangerous creatures into the city of Isarnan, all the while Karliah is being haunted by the mysterious ancient temple that watches over her every move.

I'm currently working on the second draft, and I may start looking for beta readers once I'm finished, although I know I'm not far from finished with this novel. I also plan to make it a 4 or 5 book series, and slowly add a slowburn romance.

12/30/24 - Second draft has been finished!!

Looking for beta readers! Look here!

Our Demonic Hearts - The Craven Pact Series #1

Our Demonic Hearts is a urban fantasy about a cambion woman, Ana Kravens, haunted by her past. Taking place in a small Mississippi town, a man she went through a traumatic incident with, Beau Motloe, shows up on her doorstep one day with a deal; help him find his missing mother, and he'll give back the memories she lost during the traumatic incident. Her father, a demonic creature of unknown origin, wants nothing more than the Motloes dead, claiming that they were the very reason his daughter was almost killed 6 years ago. Ana goes against her father's wishes and accepts Beau's deal, suspecting that her father isn't telling the whole truth about that fatal night.

It is completed and available on Wattpad and Royal Road!! It was just a small project I had done for Nanowrimo, and has been edited at least once before being published. However, I plan to make it a trilogy and maybe have some spin-offs. This story is fairly new, but most of the characters are at least 5 years old and I love them very much <3

What I plan for 2024:

Finish the second draft of A Chant for Blood and look for beta readers(In the beta reader phase!) ✅

Start the second novel of The Craven Pact Series(Outline complete)

Write a short story/novella or two taking place within the A Chant for Blood universe. My brain is currently exploding with ideas rn ✅

Write a short story about Ana Kraven's mom and how she met Marchosias, Ana's father.

Plan something for Nano?? Idk where I'll be in November lol (Finish a project I started in february, which is To Hear a Lovebird!)

I'm interested in following other writers and reading everybody's stories! I would also be interested in a beta read/beta swap ^^

Other sites I'm on:

Wattpad: LillithOfBees

Royal Road: SimonneBethel

18+ Writing discord!!!

[raenizza]

Post-Workout

Sypnosis: Jey pulls up to the house after his long workout with his brothers. He originally planned to be home at an earlier time to help the Reader prepare dinner, but it has been over two hours since. In order to make up for it, he bought her flowers and her favorite candy to sweeten her up for his lateness while also laying down another surprise for her.

Characters/ Pairings: Jey Uso x Reader, Jey Uso x Black Reader, Jey Uso x OC, Jey Uso x Black OC, Jey Uso x Y/N

Word Count: 2,688

Warnings: Cursing, WAP, a little bump and grind, creamy glizzy, and some good ole luvin’

Author’s Note: Hello my loves! It has been a while since I’ve written something so I decided to surprise yall with something short and sweet to read over the weekend. Enjoy 😊

~~

“Aight y’all, I gotta hit the road” Jey says to his brothers after placing down the weights and moving towards the lockers to get his gym bag. 

“Already? Bro we just started” Jimmy chuckles. 

The boys planned to do a quick 3-hour session in, but then 3 hours quickly turned into 5, due to their competitive nature. Jimmy and Solo stopped their routine and stood up from their machines as they watched their brother gather his things. 

“Uce it's just 30 more minutes. It won’t take long” Solo spoke out. 

“Nah man, I gotta go. I promised y/n that I’d be home like 2 hours ago.” Jey responded to them heading in their direction.

“Maaan she goin be aight, we just got finish up this one last set-”

“Listen, yall can get it done without me, aight, I really gotta go. Plus I promised her” 

Jey said to his brothers as hugged them goodbye and sprinted tothe front of the gym.

“Uggggh, fine. But you owe us!” Jimmy said.

“I know, I’ll see y’all later, Love u!” he shouted as he opened the gym’s door.

“Love you too!” They both shouted back.

~

Jey realized how late it was getting and knew that he was going to have to make up for it big time. As he drove out of the gym's parking lot and headed down the main road, he pulled out his phone to give you quick call.

“Hey baby,” he said with such softness.

“Well Well, look who finally called. I was wondering when I was gonna get my husband back” you giggled on the other line.

“Look baby, I am on my way home now, aight. Imma be there in about 15-20 minutes tops.” He responded. 

“Mmhmm you said that, lemme check. about 3 whole hours ago.”

“I know I know I know things just got outta hand at the gym, you know competitive me and my brothers are plus we-” He stopped for a moment as he sat at the stoplight staring at the Target sign that lit up just a few miles down the road. 

“You know what baby, on second thought, make it 30 minutes.”

“THIRTY MINUTES?!?! Why?”

“ Don’t worry, I gotta surprise for you okay, just be ready when I get home.” 

You let out a deep negro sigh.

“Okay, just please come home safe, love” you ended the call. 

You wondered why he was so hesitant to end the call. Hoping that it was an actual surprise and that nothing actually happened to him on his commute home. You got up from the couch and entered the kitchen, looking at the mess you made from the meal you prepared. A small wave of sadness flooded you as you set aside his plate of food. The food looked amazing and came out great, hell it would’ve been perfect if he was here to enjoy it. You and Jey agreed that after his workout session, he’d come straight home and help make dinner, together. Like you always do with him, but sometimes things don’t work out as planned. And that’s okay, but when becomes a frequent occurrence, things start to change.

It’s not that you don’t mind your husband working and getting the things that need to be done, it’s just that some days you want him all to yourself. You want to feel his presence, his love, and warmth but due to the change in his schedule things have been quite difficult. You started to miss your man more often and try to spend every second with him as much as possible. 

After washing the dishes and putting dinner away, you swept up the kitchen making it as clean as possible. As you headed towards the staircase, you heard the machine for the garage door, open, indicating that your man has finally reached home. Excited as you are, you rushed towards the garage eager to grab the doorknob. But it sprung open before you could even get the chance. Jey’s beautiful face pierced out from the doorway. 

“IM HOMEEE!!” Jey said with his arms lifted in the air and the biggest smile on his face. Showing his bottom grills. He hugged and then picked you up all at the same time, flooding you with kisses and nibbles all over your face and neck.

“Ahhh!” you yelped out once he started to playfully bite your cheeks. You pushed him back, looking at the object in his hands.

“Are these for me?” You grabbed the large bouquet of flowers in his right hand.

“They most certainly are. They didn’t have any Roses, so I got these.” You looked at the beautiful bright pink carnation flowers and smiled at the kind gesture. Jey proceeded to go down on one knee, holding the flowers, and looking up to you. 

“Baby, I would like to apologize for my lateness, tonight. It won’t happen again, I promise you.” He handed the flowers to you. “Oh and one more thing.” Held in his other hand were three of your favorite candies. 

“I know you’ve been craving these for a minute now.” He said with a chuckle.  You laughed, grabbed the bouquet and kissed him deeply. 

“Thank you so much, baby. Your apology is accepted and I sure have” Trying to open up one of the candy bars. For a brief moment, the both of you stood there in each other's embrace, his cologne was so strong that even a few hours of the gym couldn’t stand a chance. All you could think of at that moment was how much you missed him. 

“I have one more surprise for you.” He said in a deep tone. Jey lifted you up, bridesmaid style and carried you up the stairs and into the master bedroom. He grabbed the bouquet and your candy from your hands and placed it on the dressing table. He placed you gently on the bed and started to undress you pulling off your sweatpants and t-shirt (his t-shirt to be exact) and worked his way from your beautiful brown thighs all the way up to your gorgeous face covering you with kisses, love bites, and massages. Before he reached your neck, he stripped himself of his clothes, leaving him with just his bright red briefs. You stopped him quickly.

“Wait, hold on baby. You’re not tired from the gym?” you asked with a concerned look.

“I got one more session in me.” He responded, going right back down to you. He finally reached your lips and started to kiss you slowly and intimately. The tip of his tongue swirls against yours as he exchanges saliva with you. You moaned in his mouth with every kiss, feeling him press his body against yours. You felt his dick harden in his undergarments as it grazed perfectly on your entrance. Jey slowly started to grind himself into you, without even stripping you down to your full nude. Kissing you still he grabbed his left hand and slid inside your damp panties, rubbing your already wet folds.

“Mmhmm baby, look at you. Already wet for me,” he said in between kisses. You couldn't help but only moaned as he spoke to you. It’s been a hot minute since you’ve felt like this, his heat mixing in with yours. He continued to rub your entrance, teasing you as his fingers would slide over your clit. You wanted him to pick up the pace just a bit more, and within a second he did. You grind your hips against his thick large fingers. ‘Fuck this feels so fucking good’ you thought. His breath was on your lips as he tempted to slide just one finger in, but he backed down instantly. He pulled his hand out from you and sucked your juices off his fingers. 

“Mmm you taste so good, baby girl,”  he says to you looking at your full lips. “Come taste it” as he kisses you again crashing his tongue once more into your mouth. It felt so good to have him in your face again. You closed your legs and started to shift your position a bit so you can kiss him even deeper. You feel yourself getting warm and hot as he slid his hand underneath grabbing your ass.

“I wanna cum so bad” you whispered on his lips.

“Mhmm, you wanna cum? Mmmmm” he moaned out

“We haven’t done anything yet baby, just kissing makes you wanna cum huh” he moans in your ear. You nodded your head in agreement. 

He pulled away and got up. Positioning himself right in front of you, Jey went straight to taking your panties off to unclasping your bra with the swiftness. He pulled his member out and began smacking it against your pussy lips.  As he slides the tip in, he let his spit fall directly on his shaft before fully entering and then making direct eye contact with you. Growling as your walls start to expand on his girth.

Jey started with slow and steady strokes, making you feel every inch of his dick, watching you moan in pleasure. 

“Oh you taking it baby, you taking that shit.” He says passionately on your lips. You felt him pump in and out of you slowly, making sure you adjust to his size just right. “Mmmm you feel so good.” you moaned out to him, as you dig your nails deeper into his tatted skin. Your eyes began to roll back as his strokes quickened. Moving at a much faster rate, you feel him holding your waist down as he fucks deep into you. You glance at the ceiling for a moment and then look back up to him in awe.  His gold Cuban link dangling over your face. 

“Mhmm mhmm, how that shit feel bae,” he said breathlessly in your ear.

“It. feels. So- mmmmhm.” You replied biting down on your lips and in between his strokes. Him pounding your shit felt so good you couldn’t even get any words out.

Jey slowed down a bit so he can reach his hand down to your pussy to rub your clit. He gently wrapped his free hand around your throat. This sent you over the edge, him pleasuring in ways only you could only imagine. Your pussy felt so good wrapped around his dick, taking him in. He watches you tense up at his strokes and as you moan in ecstasy. 

 “FUCK!.” he groaned to seeing your juices covering his dick, the room filled with wet noises coming from his deep strokes and his thighs slapping against you.

Jey then pulled you closer to him and decided to slow down for a bit, he lowered his head in the vape of your neck kissing it. He pulled back looking at you. 

“Look at my eyes.” You divert your attention from watching his waist and movement to his beautiful face, avoiding eye contact.

“You see how good you make me feel. Just look in my eyes. Can you see my desire for you?” he said in a breathy and lustful tone. You stared at the grills in his mouth, still not looking directly at him like wants you to.

“You see how bad I wanna fuck you. LOOK. AT. ME.” He grabbed your face instantly, forcing contact. You finally looked into his eyes. His beautiful dark chocolate brown eyes. He fucked you even deeper now that he made you look, his pelvis making a deep connection to yours. 

“That’s right baby, Look at me.” He says to you. You sensed your body feeling warm again, as you felt yourself coming close. Jey sensed this too and immediately stopped. “No baby don’t stop please don’t, keep goin.” You begged. 

“Mhmm, baby you gotta put in some work too,” he said as he slid out and laid on his back next to you. 

“C’mere. Come ride me.” He patted his lap signaling you to come. You quickly took position facing him. 

“Uhn Uhn turn around.” Shocked by this you turned yourself around, ass facing him. You arched a bit, so you can grab his tip gently placing it at the front of your entrance.

“Look at that. Look at that,” he says in between slaps on your ass, adoring every inch of you. He grabs your waist pulling you down onto him making it easier for the both of you. You started off slow, moving up and down at a good pace. 

“That’s it, baby. Keep going.” Jey started to grunt and moan. 

“Fuckkk” he whispered under his breath, watching your ass bounce on his dick made felt so fucking good. You felt his dick pulsate inside you, you started to pick up the pace.

“Mmmm yes, Daddy.” You breathed out to him, gripping your hips tiger, keeping that rhythm flowing. Riding him was always a favorite position of his and yours as well. You loved the satisfaction it gave you, his grunts and moans as you bounce on his dick, turns you on the most.

“Mmmhm That ass taking this dick. Gimme that ass baby” Jey growls under you. You proceeded to follow his request, giving him what he wants. Hell he deserves it. 

“ Ooouuu fuckkkk, that ass sounds so good on my dick baby! Shit!” He moaned out, this time slamming himself into you, fucking you right back, deeper and harder. 

From the sounds of your ass clapping echoes in the room, turning you on even more. Then on to the sounds from his Cuban link, heaving on his chest as he watches your ass shake all in his face.

His balls slapping against your clit made you cream so hard that it kept slipping out.

“Get it back in. Get. It. Back. In” he said through gritted teeth. You placed his dick right back at your entrance sliding it in. “Mmmmmm” you moaned out

Jey continued his pace from before but then quickly change positions. Instead of laying on his back, he got up and began hitting you from the back.

“Ouuuu Jey please-” you bawled out as your face is mushed in the mattress. Jey pounded himself into you, ignoring your cries. 

“Baby pleaseeee, please” You shifted your head forward looking at the full-length mirror on the wall in front of the bed. 

You watched your man focused on fucking you from behind. You started to feel yourself reach your climax. He glanced up at you through the mirror.

You try to pull back just for a quick second because of how close you are. 

“You tryna push me away huh.” He says feeling your pussy grip on his dick. He knows you are close.

“Don’t run, cum on this dick baby.” He spoke to you through the mirror.

“Fuccckkkk.” you looked at him

“Cum on it baby, that’s it.” He says grunting. “Ouuu shittttt!!!” you screamed out, closing your eyes and gripping the sheets. You came at the exact moment, as he started to fuck you even harder, reaching his own climax.

“That’s it, baby bust your fucking nut. Let that shit out.” He said fiercely. Jey felt himself reach his breaking point after watching you cum all over him. 

“Fuck I’m close as shit. Damn!” He looks down at the creamy substance covering his dick.

 You realized how much work he was putting in, and wanted to help him out a bit. So you fucked him right back, with the same steady pace. You turned your head around to face him, now locking eyes.

Jey bent down and gave you a quick sloppy kiss. 

“I'm bout to nut! Im bout to fucking- uhhhnnn uhhnn FUCK!!” he whined out grabbing your hips and putting you to a stop.

 “Fuck!” Jey pulled himself out and collapsed right next to you, taking a minute to catch his breath. You follow suit, laying on his tatted chest. Both of you panting on the bed, staring at the ceiling. 

You looked up at him giving him soft kisses on his face. He held you in his arms, kissing you right back. You both stopped and gazed at each other for an instant, embracing each other’s love.

[prettyboybuckley]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @saybiwithme @bi-buckrights @zainclaw

How many works do you have on ao3?

160

What's your total ao3 word count?

1,070,239

What fandoms do you write for?

I've mostly written for 9-1-1, though I started off with Shameless (6 fics) and I have written some for Teen Wolf (5 fics). There's one 9-1-1 crossover with Schitt's Creek.

Top five fics by kudos:

parents always yelling (telling us to get our acts together)

i just want something to hold on to (and a little of that human touch)

I will come to you (even in my sleep)

open up again (i believe in second chances)

exes and the oh's

Do you respond to comments?

Always, even if it takes me months. I actually just caught up again (there's still a bunch to go, but right now the oldest is 17 days ago instead of 250 days...). It's just a rule I have for myself, and even with the backlog I've kept it up so far, so I'm not going to stop doing it now.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm not a big fan of angsty endings, I generally try to at least make it a hopeful ending or, in the case of the college au, use an epilogue to fix things.

But I guess sunny skies & summer highs qualifies as an angsty ending simply because of the cliffhanger (and yes, there is still going to be a continuation, I'm working on it 🙈).

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Choosing one out of 160 is really hard, but I think tell me, will you stay or will you run away is definitely one that deserves a mention here, because it already has a happy ending and then the epilogue just makes it even better 🥰

Do you get hate on fics?

Not commented on the fic itself, no. I've had some people talk shit about my fics on twitter, though, and not even vaguely but calling me by (user)name.

Do you write smut?

Is grass green? Yeah, I write smut 🤭 Thanks to two times kinktober, I have 95 explicit fics, by far the most used rating for my fics.

Craziest crossover:

let's have some fun tonight is my 9-1-1/Schitt's Creek crossover fic for 9-1-1 Rarepair Week, and my only crossover fic

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

My head over feet Buddie valentine's two-parter got posted as one chapter in Wattpad work with over 30 fics once. Filed a DMCA and Wattpad took it down within two hours.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Two of my fics have been translated into Russian afaik, one on ao3 and one on Ficbook

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Nope. It may be a nice challenge for the future? Not sure who I'd do it with.

All time favourite ship?

Gotta go for Buddie on that one, lol. Especially if you look at my writing history. But I often tend to hyperfixate on one ship at a time (current reading obsession is McDanno)

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Buck's POV of if love is art then you might be my masterpiece. I really want to, but at this point it's been two years since the original so I don't know if it'd be worth it either. (I know not everyone was happy about how I ended it, but I doubt any of them are still waiting for more). Writing a different POV of the same fic takes an amount of planning that my brain just really struggles with. And I could pick up where the last chapter (before the epilogue) picks up, but I think that way there would be some crucial information about Buck missing.

What are your writing strengths?

I've been told quite a lot of times that I am good at keeping characters, well, in character, even when putting them in partial or complete AU's. Of course, what is in character or not is subjective, but I do always challenge myself to work as much of the canon backstory and personality into who they are in the AU as possible.

And I like to think I'm pretty good at writing smut.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm terrible at pacing, which multiple of my long fics prove. It'll be drawn out first and then suddenly rushing. And being ESL I do struggle with things like sentence structure and grammar pretty regularly still.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

As long as there is some kind of translation provided somewhere I like it, but I'm not so quick to use it myself. Not beyond a few Spanish words here and there (generally pet names between Eddie and his family we've seen on the show or the occasional curse word when I feel it fits better than an English one, but I usually need to employ help from Spanish-speaking friends for those).

First fandom you wrote in?

Shameless! I binged that right before I started 9-1-1 and combined with the creative writing minor I was doing, it was actually what got me back into writing in general and what made me write my first ever fic.

Favorite fic you've written?

My in your arms i feel safe-series (which I always lovingly refer to as the ace kink fic) is definitely one of my favorites simply because of how personal it is to me and for the reason behind me writing it in the first place.

Other strong contenders are i would've loved you forever (it's never enough but i wanted it to be) and i'm begging you, come home to me (Teen Wolf, Thiam)

tagging @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @loserdiaz @watchyourbuck

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Rachel Daly x Reader

Part Three - Pop’s Approval

Posted: 13/03/23 Edited: 19/07/23

Throwing the bags in the boot and hopping onto the passenger seat next to your chauffeur, Rachel smiled as she pulled away from the stadium with her hand on your thigh giving you butterflies. Linking your fingers in hers you bought her hand up to your mouth to kiss it “I think this is the happiest I’ve ever felt yknow” you bravely admitted to your crush, “me too..” she said thoughtfully, eyes never faltering from the road. “You literally won the Euros last year!” you exclaimed, “never underestimate the power of an orgasm (y/n/n)” she laughed. You turned the radio on and S Club 7 started to play which made you look at her, judging her for the choice in pre game music. “What?! You love it!” her voice higher than usual. “Yeah I can’t deny I was a huge S Club fan when I was younger” you admitted, looking at the back of the CD case that was bringing back memories. “How old are you?” she asked worryingly, realising she has no idea who she just slept with. “30, don’t panic hun” you laughed. “Oh thank god” she sighed, relieved that she can continue whatever this is with you. Secretly you’d already fallen hard for her and knew whatever happens next could break your heart into a million pieces but you didn’t want to miss your chance with her by sharing your true feelings. You’d known about her a lot longer than she’s known you existed. You’ve read her Wikipedia and scrolled her Instagram for hours and hours - you can’t tell her that though as she might get the ick. You told yourself to enjoy your time together for what it was and not to get ahead of yourself. You’ve just had the girl of your dreams wrapped around you in the Wembley showers and now she’s taking you to dinner! It’s hard to believe this has happened and you’re still expecting to wake up at any moment.

“What you thinking about?” Rachel quizzed as you stumbled to not tell her the truth. “How out of 90,000 people you gave your shirt to me?” your quick thinking saved you. “You threw the ball to me in the first half remember, I couldn’t stop thinking about you for the rest of the game, you made me want to do better and work harder, I scored because I was trying to impress you” she said quietly and a little embarrassed at how keen she was coming across. “You score in nearly every game you play Rachel” you said raising an eyebrow, not fully believing her. “This was different, I knew in my heart I had to talk to you at the end and giving you my shirt was Millie’s idea, I was praying you wouldn’t have left before I got to you” giggling at her admission and asking what she would of done if you had; she said she probably would have gone full on stalker mode and scoured Instagram until she found you. Which made you realise this was never a one time hook up for her, she hoped you’d still be there after the game, she worked harder to impress you, you don’t do those things for a one night stand… do you? Maybe she feels the same way you do.. That this thing we have, for some reason or another feels bigger than us, even though you only met a few hours ago.

Realising it was quiet you asked her what she was thinking about. Rachel paused in thought for a second before responding shyly “I feel like that was more than just sex, it felt like what making love would feel like”. Your heart skipped a beat as you smiled at her “I feel the same way… that definitely was more than just sex, it was passion and desire and otherworldly!” you exclaimed “that’s the word, otherworldly! Just out of this world mind blowing passion. I’ve never felt that way before, I could never figure out what was wrong with me, I could never seem to finish with anyone so I just became dominant and lied that I prefer giving than taking so I’d make them finish and then they’re too exhausted to even try with me.” Rachel shocked herself with how open and honest she was being with you, “that’s actually really quite sad Rachy” you pawed, feeling sorry for the blonde that nobody had been able to figure her out sexually. “Aww, when people call me Rachy it just makes me want to melt!” she swooned. “But that’s why it felt like more than just sex, you turned my dominance around and enabled me to feel submissive but safe at the same time, like I wanted to give my whole body to you. I’ve never felt so safe with someone when being intimate before and I can’t stop thinking about it” she reminisced with her breath getting flustered again. “I could tell in your eyes that it wasn’t just lust, the look in your eyes made me fall for you in that moment. Especially how you acted after, that was just pure kindness and I need some of that in my life, someone to look after me. You just made me feel so safe” she repeated.

“Well that was honestly the most intimate experience I’ve ever had. Your face makes me feel so happy inside, I just want to stare into your eyes all night” you admitted as she pulled up outside the restaurant. “Stay with me tonight?” she asked turning her body to face you. “Bet nobody says no to that!” you remarked cheekily as you caught her staring at you jokingly fed up of that famous line of yours. “I couldn’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be. It’s got to be an early one cause you have training tomorrow, what time is it?” “Why do I keep forgetting about training? It’s 10am” as she typed a reminder into her phone. “Because your whole brain has me on your mind right now, there’s no room for anything else” you winked at her. “Okay this meal will have to be quick then so I can get ready for tomorrow and get enough sleep” she said opening her door “I don’t have to stay if you think I’ll be a distraction” you offered hoping she wouldn’t take you up on it. “Err, I don’t think so love! I’m not ready to let you go yet, come on” she confirmed hopping out of the car. You quickly text your friends saying you won’t be coming home tonight with a winky face.

Rachel opened your door for you to jump out and as you walked towards the restaurant, she took your hand in hers which made you feel those butterflies again. Once inside a waiter came straight over asking if Rachel wanted her usual table, she must be a regular. The waiter lead you upstairs, then up more stairs to a platform which was like a treehouse with just one table lit by candlelight with a giant window that lead out on to a balcony. It was stunning but you couldn’t help but think that this was set up for whoever she brings in. Nevertheless, Rachel pulled your chair out for you and asked for the wine list. “I have to make a confession, I don’t drink wine, whiskey or nothing” Rachel raised her eyebrows seemingly impressed with your answer and asked for a JD and a Diet Coke for her. It was honestly such a turn on how she guessed your fave whiskey and didn’t order alcohol herself - driving and training tomorrow wouldn’t have been a good look.

Rachel held out her hands across the table for you to place yours in; this was the most romantic setting you’ve ever seen and just made your feelings stronger for her. She told you how she always came here with her family but when she started getting recognised people would interrupt their dinner to ask for photos. She felt bad saying no but she also didn’t like her family time being interrupted seeing as she didn’t get to see them very often, especially being away in Houston for so long. So she worked with the owner to build this little treehouse style area out of the way; they could continue coming and nobody would know they were there. This washed away your fears of thinking the table was ready for any girl she bought home each night. “Me and Millie come here often when I miss my dad, we sit looking at the stars and talk to him, he loved her, she’s the best friend I’ve ever had”. You smiled thinking of all the YouTube and TikTok videos you’ve watched of them together. “You two are bestie goals, everyone wishes they had a friendship like you two” squeezing her hands between yours, “she’s been with me through everything, she makes me feel strong and brave, I love her so much” the grin on her face only getting bigger when talking about her best friend, “that’s clear to see by everyone, the whole world knows you as Millie and Rachel, you’re never just Millie or just Rachel… like Dick and Dom or Ant and Dec” “Yeah she can be Dick!” she snorted making you both laugh.

When your drinks came Rachel asked if you wanted to go out on the balcony with her; she instinctively wrapped her coat around your shoulders and took your drinks outside. Being so far off the ground you felt like your could grab a pocketful of stars. In awe at the sight until Rachel took you on under her arm. “Which one’s dad?” you asked quietly, not knowing if she’d want to share something so personal but she took no time before answering, “all of them, he’s all around me, he is every star in the sky. I thought he’d want to meet you” she smiled as that caught you off guard, looking at her with admiration and touching your hand to your heart. “What’s his name?” “Martyn, pops, papa bear” leaning her head on your shoulder, it only felt right to introduce yourself seeing as she’d purposely bought you here. “Hi Martyn!” raising your glass to the sky, “I’m (y/n). I met your daughter today” placing your arm around her back “I just want to say how utterly besotted I am with her already. She won against USA today, scored as well! I think this makes England world champions now?” you chuckled while your eyes flickered onto your lady for the night. “Thanks for raising such an amazing, kind and beautiful woman, I’ll do my best to make her happy as long as she’ll let me” lowering your arm and taking a sip of your whiskey which seemed extra strong and made you screw your face up. Rachel laughed and wrapped her arms tightly around your waist “utterly besotted?” she asked looking up at you, tucking her hair behind her ear and cupping her face as you reiterated - “utterly. besotted. yes” gazing into her beautiful blue eyes and placing a kiss on her forehead. “Is that alright?” Rachel rested her head on your chest and nodded, squeezing you tighter before reaching up to kiss you. The kiss was gentle and loving and made you feel warm and fuzzy. “I can’t stop smiling” you admitted “me neither” she replied between kisses. You now had confirmation, even if neither of you have said it, you knew this was the start of something special.

Your meals arrived, you left a nice tip then headed out. Rachel drove back to her house with her hand quite high up on your thigh which turned you on as she knew you weren’t wearing any underwear. You looked at your phone to see a whole bunch of messages from your friends asking what’s been happening, it was too much to explain by text so you made them wait for updates. Pulling into the driveway, Rachel got the bags out and opened your door again before ushering you into the house. It was warm and cozy but you couldn’t help thinking how lonely it would be to live somewhere by yourself. At this point it was 8pm, Rachel put the kettle on and you reminded her to pack her bags for tomorrow which she did while you made the teas. She then gave you a tour of the house and settled on the sofa with your drinks happily in the silence, soaking up the eventful day. 6 hours ago you were merely watching your favourite team play at Wembley and 6 hours later you’ve made love to your favourite player, met her dad and now sitting in her lounge preparing to go to bed with her. What a crazy wild ride today has been, but you couldn’t be happier.

“I hope you have PJs for me to wear!” She smiled, leading you upstairs to her closet to give you options, you said you’d rather just a big T-shirt and some dry pants. She dug out her ‘Nike Home’ T-shirt from the Euro win for you to put on and found some comfy underwear for you then snuggled up in bed together with the rest of your tea. “Let me take a photo of us, the first night together” could she be anymore cute?! You have to admit the photo was super adorable, “you’ll have to send that to me so my friends believe me” you joked. She shared it, you sent it to your friends and she sent it to Millie - we both know you can’t keep your besties out of the loop. They all replied immediately - yours were freaking out, this was a big deal after all, Millie was more subtle with “you two suit each other soooo much, cuties 💙” then a follow up of “don’t be late tomorrow! 10am remember!” You set alarms for 8am and snuggled down to sleep. You found it hard to drift off at first as you didn’t want to snore or get in an ugly position that made her want to run a mile, that was until you felt her lips touch your forehead and instantly felt safe and sleepy.

Part Four - Part of the Team

[marvelsage]

Wednesday & Wick

FOUR

“Wick! Hey Wick! Open up!” Pounding at your door disturbed you latest read. Annoyed you lay the book down and approach the door. Opening the slot in the door to see the Sheriff.

“What?”

“I need your statement-”

“I already gave my statement. Now what do you really want?”

“It would be better to discuss more in person.”

“You have a warrant?”

“No-”

*slam*

Leaning away from the door you listened as he gave up and returned to your book. Though your mind just read over the same line and after the sixth you gave up. You noted that you were late for your club meeting.

BEEP

On the way to the hive you notice Wednesday and ‘Rowan’ talking by Ms.Thorhills car. Approaching as they were about to drive away you step in front of the car.

“Oh my- Wick!” You smile and approach ‘Rowans’ window as it rolls down slowly, leaning down some.

“Leaving without saying goodbye. I’m hurt and here I thought we were friends, Ro.” Looking deep within his eyes as he tries to look away.

“I-I um sor-bye”

“Alls well, Rowan. Do keep in touch hmm.”

“Apologies, Ms. Thornhill, didn’t mean to scare you.” Standing straight, tapping the top of the car stepping back. As it drives off, Wednesday steps up beside you.

“What do you know?”

“I know what I know.” Stepping close to seem more ‘intimidating’ your demons hum in bliss at being so close to her aura.

“Care to share.”

“I’d have to care in order to share, wouldn’t I”

“I find you infuriating.”

“Never said I was nice.” Side stepping her, you set off.

GREEN HOUSE

Entering class last you scan the room for an open seat. There was a seat in the back corner you were going to sit in until Bianca called you over.

“You can sit over here.” You shrug and detour to her table.

“Wick, haven’t seen you very often lately.”

“You would if you took your eyes off Xavier.” A few snickers were heard before Xavier stole the show with his drawings. You look over as he tries to impress Wednesday with his ability. Silently laughing when all she does is slam her hand on it.

Class goes on as Wednesday and Bianca compete to see who knew the ghost orchid more. Spacing out as recent events circle your head repeatedly. Suddenly everyone’s standing and leaving the class.

“Wick, please stay back for a moment.” Reluctantly you sit back down, and wait for everyone to leave.

“You’ve been spacing out a lot, Wick. Is there anything you’d like to talk about? You know I’m always here.”

“No I’m alright.”

“Does it have to do with Rowan leaving? I know you two were pretty close. You must miss him very much.”

“I guess so but I’ll always have a piece of him with me.” You smirk internally as you pat the chest pocket of your vest. The conversation ended shortly and she dismissed you soon after.

BEEHIVE

You had just finished checking the last of your assigned section when Wednesday and Enid had appeared. You entered the shed after giving them a few minutes. Swinging the door open, you were met with Enid in a bee suit, Eugene showcasing a honey jar, and Wednesday with a knife raised.

“Relax, Chucky it’s just me. What the hell are you doing now?” Letting the door slam shut as you pull off the net from your head. Unzipping the jumper halfway and letting the rest hang off your waist.

Turning around, you lean back against a one of the tables with your arms crossed. Taking note of Enids slight blush and Wednesday discreetly checking you out.

“It’s none of your concern. Shouldn’t you be putting hearts into dolls.”

“Shouldn’t you be taking hearts out of dolls.” Smiling sarcastically back as she goes over her plan with Enid and Eugene.

“Wait. Enid is supposed to decoy you? Huh”

“What.”

“I’m sorry but if Principle Weems can’t see the blonde with pink and purple highlights through the net I’d be more impressed.” Glaring at you as you stand to change in the hidden closet of the shed.

“Nobody asked.”

“You quiet literally did 30 seconds ago.” Strutting out the closet, making sure your uniform was straightened out. You decided on the ‘boys’ version of the uniform today, with a customized corset to go with.

“Let’s go.” It took Wednesday a moment to follow as she caught up on the fact that you had invited yourself along.

“What are you doing?”

“Coming along. I’m not letting you go alone after what happened that night.” Stepping over certain parts of the ground to lessen the amount of noise.

“I don’t need-”

“My help, we’re not friends, blah blah blah yeah I got it, darling. Watch your head.” Holding a branch high enough for her to walk under which didn’t take much.

You hear him before you see him as suddenly Wednesdays yanked out of sight. Leaping up into the tree next to you, masking your scent as the sheriff walks pass. Sniffing the air to make sure that was it you step off from the branch you were on and land gracefully between Wednesday and Tyler.

“Whoa, Wick.”

“Tyler.” Tilting your head in greeting before turning around to Wednesday. Checking her over unknowingly stepping closer to her to make sure she was unharmed.

“I’m fine.” You hold her gaze and see truth until Tyler clears his throat. Snarling ‘unintentionally’ at him, he raises his hands in show of no harm.

“Sorry force of habit.” Moving on from the situation you let them have their talk and tune them out as the whispers start up again. The same ones that happened the night of the festival and they seemed to be coming from a certain area. You spot something on the ground at the same time Wednesday does.

“I was right.” She goes to pick up the glasses- Rowan’s glasses when she’s snapped into a vision. Tyler rushed forward to hold her up as you stumble back from the force of something unknown that caused your nose to bleed a little.

‘what the f*ck’

DORM

Finishing up getting everything ready for tonight a knock on your door stops you. Opening it you saw no one but heard little thuds, you look down and smirk.

“Hello, Thing. It’s been quiet a while since I’ve seen you.” Letting him in you wait as he climbs up your work table and let’s you in on the plan Wednesday had in mind for the Poe cup.

“Hmmm nice I like it.” You both brainstorm on ideas like old times and catch up briefly before you decided to end the night.

POE CUP

“What’s wrong?” Wednesday asked as Enid has another panic attack right before the game.

“We’re down another person!And now we’re going to have to forfeit! Oh my gosh!”

“How is that possible?” Rapid thudding caught their attention as Thing motioned to the entrance of their tent. Right on time for you to strut out of it with the matching uniform, though yours didn’t have long sleeves, filling it out nicely.

“Hope you don’t mind, Enid but I need full range of my arms for today.” Coming up beside them as Enid squeals of happiness and jumps on you thanking you repeatedly. She set off to the boat after, leaving you with Wednesday who had yet to say anything.

“What did you do?”

“Well you look lovely as well, darling.” Her glare doesn’t waver and you inch your head to thing.

“That’s for me and thing to worry about.”

“Didn’t know you two were friends.” Nudging her chin lightly with your knuckle to meet her gaze.

“Don’t worry, you’re still my number one.”

“I didn’t know you had tattoos.” Shifting your arm to fully show it.

“Oh yeah family heirlooms and stuff like that. Come one we got a race to win.”

BANG!

And your off, your enhanced strength along with Enids helped to speed up the rowing. Dodging the others tactics easily and making it across. Wednesday went ahead to get the flag as the rest of you stayed to make sure nothing happened to the boat.

“Hey thing, now.” Thing distracts the other team and you motion to Enid to claw their boat. By the time Wednesday came back the others had started to leave already.

“Your alright?”

“Fine. Let’s go.” This time you were at the back of the boat and used a bit more of your strength to catch up to Bianca’s team. Passing the jokers as they sink, waving to Xavier on the way and laugh.

“Thing! I think flounder needs a hand.” With the help of thing and your last use of reinforcements, your team made it to the finish line in first place.

“We did it!” High fiving a few people along the way as everyone celebrated.

THE QUAD

You were tired from todays events as Principle Weems went on about your teams victory. Drifting away from the group you come across the Wednesday sitting at the foot of one of the many statues.

“You alright?”

“Why do you always insist on checking on me?” Sitting down beside her you sigh.

“Cause whether you like it or not, I’d like to think we’ve come to be partners in crime. Don’t you think?”

“I don’t” She tilts her head up the slightest bit once again lessening the distance between one another.

“What are you guys doing down here?” She backs away as Enid appears at the entrance of the hall. Wednesday explains how she didn’t like how everyone was staring at her.

“Leaving. I’m tired, I’ll see you guys later.”

“Oh well good night, Wick. Thanks for stepping up today.” Sparing Wednesday a glance between her and the statue.

“No problem, Enid.” Saluting her just before you turn the corner.

Wednesday

“So what was that about?”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh come on everyone can totally see the romantic tension between you too.” Wiggling her fingers at tension and at that Wednesdays face twitch just the slightest.

“Romantic? Never. Tension? Quiet irritably. Mention this to anyone and your pig stuffy is getting decapitated.”

“Got it…”

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[asparklethatisblue]

actually fuck it, here’s the discworld books I’ve already read and my thoughts.

1. The Colour of Magic

It’s alright, funny but not as captivating as some of the others. I remember watching the movie as a kid without knowing what it was

2. The Light Fantastic

Liked it much more than Colour of Magic, there’s just something... more creative about it? Also baby turtles

3. Equal Rites

Fun! First Granny appearance, and I like the attempt at witch vs wizard as something distinct

4. Mort

I really liked it! I mean, who doesn’t love Death? The gender stuff is annoying, and I did notice that he writes straight couples in a more miss than hit way early on 

5. Sourcery

I do enjoy the Ricewind books. The weird stuff with the side characters going on in the background is always... eh? I love the theme of expectations parents put on you, and having to follow them despite hating it so much. Not sure if it worked perfectly all the time, but good book.

6. Wyrd Sisters

Fun! Loved it, I love Granny, and I like the plot as well, and how they solve stuff

7. Pyramids

8. Guards! Guards!

Ya. Vimes my love

9. Faust Eric ( did read this but don’t remember anything besides ONE joke, I don’t even know if I finished it)

10. Moving Pictures

11. Reaper Man

I loved it, I adored it. The quiet peace and sadness of it all... The quiet horror of being immortal and not wanting to be. I didn’t quite get all of the jokes I think, especially with the glass balls, but still so good.

12. Witches Abroad

GOOD. I really enjoyed the subversion of themes in fairy tales, and happiness vs being happy and also Granny being extremly willing to do horrid things to help people, or not to avert her eyes. I loved the New Orleans style and the magic and the gators. Good shit.

13. Small Gods

Struggled to put it down as I read it, I think I accidentally stayed awake till 2am finishing this, really good, made me feel things.

14. Lords and Ladies

AH. Very good. Delightfully creepy, I love the “Elves Suck” agenda. Genuinely scary. I believe Pratchett maybe wrote. Two. good hetero couples. All the others suck.

15. Men at Arms

I swear to god more miss than hit with the straights...

16. Soul Music

17. Interesting times

18. Maskerade

Good, when you get over the constant shit with Agnes and the fatphobe. Like? Was that???? NEEDED??? least favourite Witches Book.

19. Feet of Clay

I tried reading it years ago and my ADHD was too unmedicated and I didn’t know what was happening. Trans Dwarves! Golems in an actual respectful way? You know they’re a Jewish thing, yeah? Well this felt... right.

20. Hogfather

21. Jingo

Really good between the “Oh god is he gonna be weird...?” worries at the first readthrough. Man. I love how annoyed TP is by politics like this

22. The Last Continent

23. Carpe Jugulum

Sickass. I loved it.

24. The Fifth Elephant

I actually don’t remeber it as much for some reason? But I loved it!! The Dwarves! The Werwolves!!! AH! Vimes in trouble!

25. The Truth

Really good! I love the “Invention” books, they’re really fun, and I love Otto, I love the murder mystery and the commentary on people reacting to news, and what people care about or no.

26. Thief of Time

27. The Last Hero

28. The Amazing Maurice And His Educated Rodents

29. Night Watch

Maybe my second favourite? Man....

30. The Wee Free Men

31. Monstrous Regiment

I have it on audiobook, I must have relistened to it like... 5 times last year. It was the first Discworld book I read and I adore it deeply.

32. A Hat Full of Sky

33. Going Postal

How dare you make me care about a man named Moist von Lipwig??? He is exactly the character archtype I go bonkers for

34. Thud!

YEAH BOY

35. Wintersmith

36. Making Money

same as for going postal. ADHD king...

37. Unseen Academicals

38. I Shall Wear Midnight

39. Snuff

I actually wasn’t sure at the first half of it, like... before the goblin plot kicks in, it felt kind of like making fun of something that isn’t relevant within the industrial setting of the Disc, so is double irrelevant now. But then it becomes amazing once the real plot starts.

40. Raising Steam

Good and fun but something is off and idk what

41. The Shepherd's Crown

[equallyshaw]

the medicated series feat, jamie drysdale. epilogue. (+ small social media post.)

warnings: mentions adoption and divorce!

word Count: 2.1k +

- The Medicated Series: features OC’s with medical issues such as depression, anxiety, physical disabilities such as MS or Rheumatoid Arthritis as well as any other autoimmune disease such as Crohn’s, endometriosis, infertility, etc. (not an autoimmune but you get it).

Two time skips!

Shoutout to @fallinallincurls Thankyou for supporting this little story- it has meant the world🫶🏻

← part three - part one →

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jamie looked down at his sleeping wife and rubbed his eyes, it had been another long night of talking this off season. the couple had recently turned 30 years. last time we saw them they were just getting married. 5 years ago. the couple for some time had been itching to begin a family, but sofia's health had gotten worse after getting much better. now after 2 years of chemo and some luck, she still had not been able to get back to her 'normal' self. whatever normal was. jamie through it all, was a god sent. never wavering. but she knew how much of a toll it took on him. especially, because she knew how much he wanted some kiddos running around. she had gotten very depressed the previous year, thinking that divorce would be the most viable option because atleast then jamie would get kids.though after a few sessions with their therapist, that had been thrown out the door because jamie declared, that he'd never sign the papers. yet as luck would have it, she and jamie had been discussing for the last year that if there was an oppurtunity for them to adopt they would, they wouldn't pass up that oppurtunity.

even a year later, sofia woke up during the night feeling helpless and lost. everybdoy on the team that was around their age had had a child already. trevor and jasmine had been going strong in their marriage for the last six years, and had 3 kids to show for it. sofia felt like she was missing out on life and all that it could posess. no matter how many times she was told that she was already doing enough and was doing amazing, by her family and friends. she had recently put the idea out into the universe that if they were meant to have kids, her health would allow for her at one point.

sofia woke up the next morning to the bed empty, jamie had stirred an hour prior to take a phone call from his brother. who hadn't been able to sleep the whole night. sofia climbed out of bed, feeling her knees crack beneath her before she was able to stand up straight enough to go downstairs. sofia heard jamie on the phone with his brother, and she finally caught a glimpse of him as she took the last step. he was sitting at the kitchen counter, on his laptop looking at emails from his mother. sofia kissed the back of his head, and he turned to look at her. she smiled, walking over towards the nespresso machine and grab her phone. she pulled out her medicines from the cabinet and did her little ritual waiting for jamie to finish. "ok , ill talk to her. thanks, love you too." he said hanging up. sofia minded her buisness, pressed the coffee machine and heard the lovely sound of expresso brewing. she put her medicine container back up and turned around to jamie, as she swallowed them. he watched her as she did so, and she gave him a curious glance. "ah..yes?" she said resting her water cup on her chest. "that was charlie..." he began and she nodded for him to continue. "he uh had something to tell me..." he continued and she nodded, turning around and grabbing the brewed expresso shot. "you know how you and i talked about...adopting?" he asked and she froze. her thoughts running a mile a minute, and turned around slowly. she met his gaze, his ever hopeful gaze. "yes, i do jamie." she said non chalantly. "well uh...god i dont know how to explain it." he sighed, turning around his laptop for her to read. she glanced at jamie for a brief second before turning back to the computer.

she read a short snyospis about a 3 year old girl out of nova scotia, from her mother in law. apparently the girl, had been dropped off at a friend of charlies, and the friend had been reaching out to people if they knew anybody who would like to adopt her on behalf of the county she was in, as he and his wife were the current foster family. her blue eyes pierced sofia's and sofia smiled, before looking back up at jamie. he had those ever hopeful eyes, waiting for her to respond. she set down her coffee and walked over towards jamie, who let her into his embrace. she smiled and nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. "yes, jamie. i'd like for us to meet her." she stated and he nodded pulling her in for a kiss.

a month later, around july 7th, jamie and sofia took the 2 hour flight up to nova scotia. nathan mackinnon had offered his summer house to them while he and his wife were overseas in london for the month. the couple graciously took up the offer, and settled in for the night. the couple tossed and turned all night, not be able to calm their nerves over the next morning. finally morning came and the two were taking a brief moment together before leaving. "what if she doesnt like us?" sofia said placing her hands on her hips and shutting her eyes as if she was going to cry. "hey hey hey, dont say that. shes going to love you." he said, and she cracked a smile. "shes going to love you too." sofia said reopenign her eyes and smiling. he brought her in for hug, quickly kissing her temple as he did so. he felt her decompress, once she wrapped his arms around him. they left a few minutes later and made the 15 minute drive to the downtown.

they saw charlies friend griffith standing with her as she walked through the mini splash pad they had in the center of downtown. sofia and jamie walked hand in hand together, griffith waved at the two and they smiled. griffith bent down to talk to the young girl, and as soon as she turned around to look at the couple, sofia felt a feeling deep within her stomach that this was meant to be happening. she clenched jamie's hand a bit tighter, and he looked down at her as they were nearing the two. she smiled up at him, before kneeling down to girl's height to introduce herself. jamie froze for a second taking in her kneeling and making sure she wasn't in serious discomfort. he shook griffiths hand before kneeling down as well.

"hi rosialie, its so nice to meet you! im sofia and this is my husband jamie." sofia began pointing at herself then at jamie. rosalie softly smiled before grabbing sofia's finger. so-fi-a ja-me." she repeated and sofia giggled, sitting down on her butt. "jam-ie." sofia enunciated, "jamie." rosalie repeated and sofia nodded. "hi." the little girl said smiling widely, and giggling. "can do something?" she asked broken up and the couple nodded. "ofcourse rosalie! what would you like to do?" jamie questioned, and the girl smiled. "paint?" and the two looked up at griffith who nodded excitedly.

2 months later.

it was halloween when sofia and rosalie arrived in newport beach. she had taken the almost three months to stay in toronto with jamie's family and vist her mom in minnesota and then erik in denver, who retired there once his playing career was over. though, he liked to pop over to dana point every so often. their very first meeting was enough for them to adopt rosalie and were incredibly grateful for how smooth and quickly the process was. the duo arrived just in time as jamie finished some of the last touches on the halloween party decor and food. erik and his wife, jackie were there to the girl's surprise. "who's that rosalie?" sofia said, pointing towards the old manchild dressed in a buzz lightyear costume. jamie was woody, sofia was jessie, and jackie was bo peep. "if it isn't my favorite niece!!" he said nad rosalie giggled as he walked up with 'spide fingers' ready to tickle. she thrashed in sofia's arms giggling up a storm as erik finally took ahold of is only niece. jackie came up behind him and greeted the young girl. sofia walked into the kitchen to find jamie focusing on the food being in the perfect spot. "hi." she mused as he looked up, and his eyes widened. "your costume!" he said freaking out. "its okay, i have it right here in my bag." she said kissing his cheek as she reached over for some pretzels, smirking before walking off towards the powder room to change quickly. jamie knocked on the door a few minutes later with her cowgirl boots, ones that had seen better days. and by better days, one's that didn't include stagecoach.

she walked back out and threw her bag into the garage and would deal with it later. she heard the front door open and some greetings as erik walked into the kitchen with rosalie. "i thought it'd get overwhelming for her." erik explained and sofia nodded, thanking him. "hey sweetie, were gonna meet some people. is that ok?" she said and rosalie nodded. "if it isn't miss rosalie!" she heard jasmine cheer, as she walked into the kitchen. "can you say hi, rosalie?" sofia asked and rosalie said hi. "im your auntie, auntie vicky." victoria said introducing herself. 8 year twins christian and angelie ran up to sofia begging to gain rosalie's attention. "guys, back off duudes." victoria said slightly pulling the twins back. rosalie watched them with inquisiitve eyes. trevor then walked in with callie the two year old, in his arms. "yeah duudes." trevor said grinning and the twins laughed. "hi rosalie!" callie screamed, causing rosalie to smile widely. "this is callie." sofia explained, and rosalie blushed. "hi cal." she said and the three parents smiled. "do you want to play?" sofia asked and rosalie nodded. "how about the playroom?" sofia asked and callie nodded. "you have a playroom auntie?" christian asked and she nodded, "yes its brand new though." sofia said setting rosalie down to follow them. "oh cool!!! new toys!!!!" angelie said and sofia and victoria followed the three kids into the playroom to make sure they settled in ok. the two mom's watched in awe, as the four got along rather well. sofia looked to her best friend and smiled, "thankyou for being there every step of the way. you have no idea how much ive appreciated the help and support." sofia said and victoria smiled, pulling her best friend into a hug. "now you just need some mummy juice." victoria grinned, and sofia said amen to that.

2 months later.

it was christmas in newport as erik and jackie came over from dana point, her mom flew in as well as his parents and brother plus his brothers family. rosalie had settled in nicely to the family and newport, becoming friends with the neighbors and recently the two had begun 'mommy and me' classes at their local gymnastics gym and dance studio. it was currently christmas eve, and after a long day of festivities. jamie and sofia were finally able to wrangle their little one to bed.

after a brief warm bath and some sleepytime tea, the two were now laying down with the young blonde to read, "going on a bear hunt." a staple of sofia's childhood. rosalie was softly snoring at the end of the story and the two's heart just melted looking down at their daugher. just at the two were slowly trying to untangle themselves from the young one, she said the two words they had yet to hear from the little girl. jamie whipped his head towards sofia who was nodding, and on the verge of tears. "mama..." the little girl spoke, and sofia cuddled up to the young one. sofia took ahold of the girl's hand and held it softly. jamie smiled down at his two girls and smiled, "daddy..." the little girl spoke. jamie followed sofia's thinking and cuddled into the little girl as well. he took ahold of rosalie's hand softly, and connected his other hand with sofia's. the two slept the night with their daughter, waiting for santa's arrival.

rosalie awoke a few hours later and saw jamie and sofia nestled in next to her. she softly smiled, before yawning and falling back to sleep. ozzie their 9 year old terrier mix, ran in and jumped on the bed and quickly found a comfortable spot - at the edge of roaslie's feet. they awoke the next morning to the smell of cinnamon french toast and coffee. jamie tickled the little girl causing her to giggle loudly, waking up sofia. she smiled taking in the sight. their little trio were meant to be, after all these years.

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@erikjohnson: our little munchkin 🤍

@jamiedrysdale: my girls🫶🏻

@trevorzegras: the cats out of the bag🥹

@jasminezegras: my favorite family !

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@sofiadrysdale: I love our little family🤍

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@trevorzegras: she’s got you wrapped around your finger

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And my story is now finished ! Thankyou for the ones that have continued to read this story, it has meant the world 🤍

[duskmite]

so a little under a month ago i volunteered at a food bank run by a communist organisation and decided to go along to the meeting afterwards because i thought hey! i'm a socialist who has been to socialist meetings and wants to be more politically active and become better versed in leftist theory so why not?

anyway it was an off the wall experience and i wanted to share it so people can tell me if other communist meetings are like this:

before i start, let me first say that one guy from the organisation called me every single day for five days to confirm i was coming. i understand maybe a second call the day prior to double-check i could still make it but christ. every day? i've already said i'll be there, my guy.

anyway! onto the actual meeting. the first red flag, albeit not a huge one, was that all the chairs faced a desk at the front so we could sit and listen to the speaker. i'm used to a more casual, open setting where everyone faces each other (eg. around a table), but i thought it might be because the room was pretty narrow.

while we waited for the meeting to start, i took the chance to look around the room which i'd only gotten a quick glance at before getting started with the work earlier. on the walls were several framed pictures of marx, lenin, and trotsky. i don't have a massive problem with that as, lenin aside (though obviously i recognise his importance), i admire those men and lowkey would have clement attlee as my pinup girl, but the level of idolatry was a bit unsettling.

the speaker, a young guy from new york, read a long prepared speech covering current affairs worldwide and the communist perspective on said events. i disagreed with some of what he said, but it was mostly informative and interesting.

the first thing that made me consider leaving was something i'll admit was extremely petty: during his speech, johnny new york said the phrase "here in the united states". for context, we were in london.

the speech ended and the floor was opened up for questions and discussion. it was vastly ideological with no talk of action plans for how to make things better. now, i've got no issues with debate! i love debate! but an organisation that puts a heavy emphasis on being anti-war just talking about israel-palestine and russia-ukraine felt strange. in my previously experienced socialist meetings, a lot of the time would be taken up with coming up with ideas, talking about collaborations with other organisations, and letting us know the schedule for actual planned events and demonstrations we could help with. those happened in a town. london is a CITY. there's loads more going on, so many more people we can collaborate with, so why aren't we doing anything? the food bank was great and i get that it takes up a lot of time, but why are you advertising yourself as a fighting force against war if all you're doing is talking about it?

among the ideological comments came a voice from the back of the room, a woman who appeared to be in her late 20s or early 30s. this was where things got truly wild. she expressed admiration for stalin. yes, that stalin. i can't remember where she said she was from (romania maybe?), but it was definitely a former soviet state as she talked about all the good stalin had done for her country while it was under his control. everyone in the room was - and this isn't a phrase i really use anymore - shook. nobody knew what to say or how to react to a bona fide and vehement stalinist. it was at this point my general discomfort turned to a desire to flee.

not long after miss stalin lover had finished her tirade, a young lad i'd been working on a team with at the food bank left. he was nice enough, but strangely out of place being as posh as he was. picture an oxbridge boy who got lost and ended up at king's college studying the bizarre combination of philosophy and maths. though he said he just needed to go home, he'd had some of the same reservations i'd had so i suspect that might also be what tipped him over the edge.

emboldened by his exit, i also left. the serial caller guy hurried after me while another member hurried after oxbridge, asking what we thought of everything before we left. i relayed some of my discomfort and he made sure i knew that he and the organisation disagreed with stalin girl. after some light pressuring, i agreed to come back and help at the food bank sometime, letting him know i'd soon be going back to my hometown for the holidays and would be gone for about a month.

that's where things ended that day, but homeboy called me again about a week ago to follow up. i reminded him that i'm not in london right now and he said he'd call when i was back. i'm feeling uncomfortable with telling him i've decided i won't be coming to help again. i think i'll say something along the lines of i'm planning on volunteering somewhere closer to my flat because i can't afford to take a bus and a tube there and back every week. that's true, but not the whole story.

something else that might be interesting for those who have never been to any kind of leftist meeting: people call you comrade in complete seriousness. i wasn't shocked by this as it was the same in the socialist meetings i went to, but it does still feel weird.

[niuniente]

Reading your dream made me want to share my dream. Because it's been sitting on my mind the role day for some reason and that's not something that happens often. I hope you don't mind me just sharing it, i feel like i need to put it out there.

I dreamed that i was late to school. mind you, i'm 31 years old and so i was in the dream, I feel.

And the school was the one i studied until i was 14 years old. my home wasn't my home or any home i ever lived in. in the dream i woke up at the correct time but took too long getting ready. like school started at 9 and it was getting close to 10. (Never had lessons starting at that weird time until college when i choose late classes because i lived a bit far away from school) I somehow had no material for school other than a folder with loose paper, both used and blank one,s and a pencil case, my bag was a simple tote bag. (that also struck to me as strange but i felt like i was trying to just not go empty handed to something i wasn't ready for.) I was finishing getting ready when a friend called me asking if i was okay and why i was late. This friend is someone i met by the time i was on the second half of my college years, he was saying the first class would be at the pool, since they were wanting to revitalize the school's sportive center. the school does have a sports center but no pool in reality. I somehow get in time even thought i previously was almost a hour late, when i see my classmates they're mostly people i did go to school with. plus the friend from college. we all on our 30's. we were also accessing the sports center through the street not the footbridge the school has linking the two buildings like we used to do. when we get there the pool is not only pretty much underground it also is in a awful state. most of the tiles are missing and broken, the water doesn't even fill half the pool and it's very dirty, almost bog like. One of the boys that i remember from my school years jump down into it and kinda walks around while everyone else kinda says 'eww', he than jumps out of it and starts to playfully chase the girls that made more noise when he went in, including the girl he was dating at the time we went to school, they start to scream and giggle trying to dodge him. he was wearing a coral bating suit. and then i woke up! It's funny... i don't usually see faces very well in my dreams, i know who people are, but the faces are not clear, but this is the second dream in less than a month where the faces of a few people were very clear to me. and last time it wasn't even someone i know.

I mentioned some time ago earlier this year that something has shifted in dreams. I've always seen people in my dreams and they're just something vague. Now, I can see them clearly, sometimes I even know their names. If I could draw portraits, I could draw them easily because they're as clear as a day (and these aren't real people, mind you).

It was fun that you shared that dream with me because I keep having the same dream theme! Not so much anymore, but occasionally it comes up. I need to go to school and I'm late. Sometimes it's been already 3 months and I have forgotten to go to the school. Sometimes, I manage to get to the school but I don't know where my class is, what subject I'm having etc.

I always read school dreams as "Okay, listen; you've already gone through that literal life lesson. No need to try to backtrack and do it again. No need to. You're done with it. Let it go."

Sometimes, I have dreams were I have to perform but I have don't know how to do it. It can be a beauty pageant competition, a dance competition, a singing competition, or a play which I have role in but I don't know what it is. I don't know my lines or my cues.

Once, I tried to escape from the theater, right before the play starts, through a window but I couldn't. Billy Idol was sleeping on the window sill. I tried to move him but he was too heavy. I tried to open the window but it kept hitting his head. Then, I woke up and I knew the message was "We know it's scary and you have no idea what's going on, but you have to stay where you are. You're at the right place, it's going to be OK. Don't run. We won't let you because it will hurt you. You're save".

[arkon-z]

Sonicmega just wrapped up his livedub series of the Super Mario RPG Remake on Twitch. A livedub is where you cast different people as the characters and have them read out the dialogue as it appears on screen, making the game sound like it's fully voiced. For this series, Sonicmega made it a flex-dub, where the main cast of recurring characters were assigned people, but the rest of the NPCs were voiced by a small group of volunteers who switched off throughout the stream. And I got the chance to be one of the volunteers on the series finale!

Do you want to hear me doing some silly voices alongside a very talented voice cast, made up of actual voice actors?

Well, here's the link anyway.

Yes, the first part of the stream is all in spoken OWO, because Sean is an avatar of chaos.

This was actually my second opportunity to participate in the series; my first time was the very first stream. Both times were an absolute blast, and I'm sure that comes through in the performance I gave. I'm not into voice acting in any serious way, but since I started watching Sonicmega's streams a few years ago, I wanted to give it a try for funsies.

And it was fun! I had to tap into my improv skills to keep coming up with voices on the fly, but that's second nature to me. I learned very quick that I couldn't hold back on anything, especially the really silly voices like the king. And because I couldn't hold back, there's a certain amount of vulnerability involved that's necessary to make the performances feel genuine. Which is the same for the real life improv I've done, but this was so much easier. You say the line in front of you and that's it. I wish I'd had more presence of mind to do some more ad-libbing, but most of my concentration was taken up by waiting for my cue in the turn order. I got a little in, though.

Anyway, lots of fun, got to use some skills I already had in a new way, and my elderly laptop and my surprisingly reliable gaming headset were the champs of the ordeal, never faltering once. Good times!

Bonus story below.

If you didn't watch the 4 and half hour VOD, allow me to tell you the craziest part. At the beginning of stream, they were calling for volunteers, which was odd, because usually the slots fill up instantly. After about the 7th or 8th call, I thought 'fuck it, let's go' and volunteered for my second go-around. I got caught up in the OWO-speak intro and only once the game proper had started did I remember that I was on-call at the time. Which meant that at any point, my work phone could ring and I would have to stop what I was doing and answer. Oops. I figured it would be fine.

As Sean is making progress through the game, he finds a chest with infinite coins. Sean immediately decided to find out what the game meant by infinite and proceeded to farm coins for HALF AN HOUR. No story progress is made, it's just him jumping Mario into a chest, grabbing one coin at a time. Once he realizes this, he decides it's time for intermission, so everyone takes a break while he's farming coins.

While this is happening, my work phone goes off. This is the last thing I want to happen, but it's my job, so off I go. I DM'd one of the mods to cover for me while I was gone, and went to handle it. Nothing that needed any major concentration, fortunately, but I did have fill in about 30 text boxes to fix the issue. The entire time, Sean is still farming coins. I finish up, follow up with the user (and was maybe a little sloppier on the follow-up than I could have been, because I wanted to get back to stream, but I did say they could just call me back) and then went back to where I'd been sitting.

Sean is still farming coins. I got paged out, handled it and finished up without missing my turn and no one noticed.

[the-script-demands-it]

Welcome to...

Rad's enormous pile of abandoned MetaWare WIPs/things that ARE finished but I didn't like them/WIPs that I might come back to/other stuff!

Below the "keep reading" button will be a detailing of all of these images! Please be aware that this WILL be an extremely long post, so... Just a warning. There'll be a second post after this that will also contain the rest of the art that I wasn't able to squeeze in here. (Even 30 pics per Tumblr post isn't enough for this...)

Let's start off with the most recently abandoned WIP!

I started drawing this about two weeks after Chris' birthday (her bday is January 4th) and I was really happy with it, but then I had NO idea how to pose Izzy. It's a bummer since I liked how Chris' hair came out, but alas! (Happy belated birthday, Chris!)

Possibility of finishing?: Yeah, maybe. Prob will have to change Izzy's pose if I really want to finish it though.

Oh hey, I posted this a few months ago on my other blog!

Really wish I finished it, but now that I'm looking back on it, there's definitely some improvement to be had here. I don't like whatever's going on with her face. You can tell that I gave up while trying to make the background as well. Poor Hope!

Possibility of finishing?: I'll have to completely redraw this if I plan on finishing it, but I've definitely got a feeling that I'll come back to this someday.

Hmph!

This one's actually pretty finished, I've just never posted it anywhere before because it's such a small little doodle. I like it though! Nari in a Gir tassel hat is always welcome.

Possibility of finishing?: It's already done. Don't plan on editing it!

(This happens on the rude route!)

It's basically just a proof of concept, and a VERY minimal one at that, but I think it's got some merit! Not enough people talk about that Chris Vs Aspen scene, honestly.

Possibility of finishing?: Sometime this year maybe...??? I don't plan on abandoning this forever, I just don't really know when I'll get around to it.

AUTISM BLAST PT. 1

Hey, remember that art I had pinned on my other blog for a while? I was planning on redrawing it, but I only ever managed to complete one part of it until I forgot about it... It's definitely an upgrade from the original version, though I can do better than this nowadays.

Possibility of finishing?: I'm DEFINITELY going to redraw this someday. I need a new pinned post, damn it!

Thx ^]

Okay, here's some context for these two. I got an anonymous ask on my other account saying that they liked my MetaWare PFP and I thought that it would be a great idea if I responded to it with some art and also turn that same post into an announcement for my MetaWare sideblog (this one!), but that of course did not actually happen.

Possibility of finishing?: NO.

Nari looks so... "off" in this picture.

I like how I drew Hope, but ergh... that is NOT Nari. I don't know how I managed to make her look like a completely different character in this one, but I do NOT like it.

Possibility of finishing?: Nah, I think I'm done with this pic.

Woah, scary!

I actually touched this one up a bit before sending it here. It used to look MUCH more incomplete, but it's basically done now besides from the hair being missing 'n all.

Possibility of finishing?: I might draw more MetaWare stuff with drastic lighting in the future, but I don't plan on revisiting this specifically.

Le miaow miaows.

I worked on Hope before sending this because she looked kinda off, but I think she looks OK now. You can see that this isn't really what my usual art style looks like. I was trying to mix together the original MetaWare sprite art style and the style SparkBag used in the polaroid anniversary art he made, and I think I did just fine.

Possibility of finishing?: It's basically already done! Coloring it would probably make it cooler, but I don't think I'll ever do that.

This won't be the last time I try to use eyes symbolically.

I still REALLY want to revisit this again. It's great! It's magnificent! I just did NOT have the ability to execute it properly back when I made it a ton of months ago, so I just didn't do it. Still don't know if I do now, but it's worth a shot. (This was basically just another proof of concept, by the way.)

Possibility of finishing?: Absolutely! I'll try to get to this sometime soon this year.

GRILLING START ! ! !

Yep, this was based off of Papyrus' "Dating Start!" minigame! Just another proof of concept or... Okay I don't know what else to call these. Like, they're definitely NOT finished nor are they actual fleshed out sketches, what else am I supposed to call them???? I think it's cool though.

Possibility of finishing?: Don't think I'll be ditching this idea anytime soon. Seems kinda simple to draw too, I'll get to it sometime.

Lookin' pretty cute!!

Context for this one: It was gonna be a 3 part comic or something with Hope drawing Nari's bear fursona. Never actually made the comic though, but I DID make her fursona!!! It's the one right below this one, actually.

Possibility of finishing?: Nope.

BEAR NARI BARI LET'S GO

Personally, I think this is adorable. When drawing people's fursonas I always kinda make them more animal than anthropomorphic, but I think it leads to pretty cute art!

Possibility of finishing?: It's already done!

I was just testing out a brush with this one, I think.

It's a cute little doodle, don't have much to say about it though! I WILL say that the bear plushie was a bit inspired by my own plush I have at home, though this one is much smaller than mine.

Possibility of finishing?: Nah, it's just a little doodle.

Ingo Nari... Ingri... Angry!?!

iiii really think I made the hat too big. Like... WAY too big. Don't really like how her face came out, but the body itself is pretty OK. I based it too much on Ingo's original pose though, kinda looks like I just put Nari's head on his head LMAO

Possibility of finishing?: This is basically already finished, though I might draw Nari cosplaying as Ingo again. Why not?

(Bonus Ingri!)

Nari in a hoodie!

Don't exactly remember what this was for. Either it was for an AU of mine or someone else's AU. Her front hair's kinda too far down though, I had a bit of a habit making her face REALLY small compared to her hair in my old art.

Possibility of finishing?: Nay!

Wow, Nari with an eye AND eyebrows! Who woulda thunk it.

Her hair is much puffier than previous versions in this one. Why? Dunno. She looks pretty cool AND cute in this though!

Possibility of finishing?: It's already complete.

My polar bear plush makes a cameo in this one! Say hi!

I had to edit this one a SHIT ton before sending this final picture. I wish I had a pin that said "I HATE DRAWING METAWARE STYLE NOSES" because I loathe them. There were other reasons why I didn't like the original version, but I was annoyed with the nose the most. Really happy how this came out though!

Possibility of finishing?: I just finished it right now. (I'll probably be posting this on its own sometime soon)

Some original characters...!? Unthinkable!

This features Lumi (Metolefrul-indus' fan character) and an old version of Rowan (my fan character)! I changed Rowan's design and personality soon after this, so I don't think this interaction with Lumi and Rowan will actually ever happen... Sorry Lumi! 'Twas just a little doodle.

Possibility of finishing?: NEVER.

Last but not least (for this post, anyway), is this Chris and Izzy sketch!

Some pals requested this during a stream and this was all I managed to make of it... I'm so sorry!!!!!!! They were good prompts!!! I'll finish it one day I swear!!!!

Possibility of finishing?: Soon!

PHEW WE'RE DONE FOR THIS POST. We have 20 more to go in the next one! Might post it next week because this is tiring holy hell. Glad to show these WIPs off to the world though!

P.S. I'm going to skip a few images seen in the huge pic at the beginning! Some were already completed and I'll just post those on their own orrrr I just don't want to review 'em.

[rayssion]

Reading updates, which turned into a quick chat!

Finished reading Rick's books!

So here are the new books I finished lately:

Percy Jackson's greek gods.

Percy Jackson's greek heroes.

Camp half-blood confidential.

Camp Jupiter classified.

9 from the nine worlds.

I have to say that there was a lot of information in greek gods and greek heroes (considering I never read the illiad or the odyssey) that I felt like my brain might explode, BUT the books were so much fun and the writing knows how to keep you hooked that I couldn't put them down!

Pjo greek gods took me a day to finish (because I already had enough base on them) and greek heroes took me two days (because my knowledge here is not even a scratch, only what I learned reading pjo and hoo about Dedalus and Hercules, and I had a general idea of Psyche) also it had a bunch of weird names that I can't pronounce nor remember. The greek heroes one had a lot of crossovers, now, if I had an exam on them I'd pretty much write down these crossovers to remember them later, and I'd do other things like revising the hero's journey from memory after I finish.

But I did none of that. You don't understand, once you finish a hero's story there would be a moment of silence to admire them or to grief for them before launching onto the next. I was devastated when I finished Jason's and I was like, that's it? Did I really read the whole book?

To which a sane person will probably respond "go read Homer's books then!" But not yet, I'm not ready for big books yet ;-;.

Good stuff, good stuff. Highly recommended.

Now, I enjoyed camp Jupiter classified more than camp half-blood confidential (not because of Apollo, I swear). But a consistent story is really more fun than story chops that can also be two paragraphs.

Also camp half-blood confidential was focused on the lands and how to introduce them, their use and other things. On the other hand, camp Jupiter classified was literally "a probatio's journey" it was really fun reading about Claudia, although the plot was meh in my opinion, and I just hated how she didn't confront any authority from the beginning.

I read camp half-blood confidential in the same day I read Percy Jackson's greek gods. And I read camp Jupiter classified after reading Percy Jackson's greek heroes, like in the second day, aka like I finished it three hours ago.

And I read 9 from the nine worlds after and finished it like 15 minutes ago? Idk it was a packed day.

For 9 from the nine worlds, it hurts me to say I didn't enjoy it as much as I enjoyed the mcga series. Like the stories where fun but I only felt the same way the pjo fans felt while reading the lost hero, I was like,

WHERE IS MAGNUS??

WHERE IS MY BOY??

YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU GUYS BUT STILL, WHERE IS MAGNUS I WANT TO READ MORE ABOUT HIM!!

Until I reached Alex's part and I was like,

Oh he went to visit Annabeth. THAT DOESN'T MEAN WE CAN'T HAVE A STORY OF HIM TOO, AND WITH ANNABETH??

In conclusion, I felt like I was robbed. I pretty much highlighted every line his name was mentioned because I'm that petty and I just miss him so much ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ.

Anyways, this pretty much concludes my journey with Ricks books, I still have like 10 books left? to read them all, but they seem pretty boring ngl, guides and whatnot (not that I actually read them, I only judged by the title, lol).

And this also leaves the demigods and magicians crossover, which I might read in the future, emphasis on might.

But for now, I'm pretty contented with 30 books by Rick Riordan (ooof 30?? Damn I really got carried away) and just so you know, I started like by the end of July/beginning of August so they took me almost three months (I'm blaming tsats for the two weeks long reading slumber).

But yeah, only the rankings are left now! See you soon, hopefully!!