#i shall go on to the end‚ i shall post with growing confidence and growing strength‚ whatever the cost may be

[laurapetrie]

"Rilla," he said in a sudden, intense whisper, "you are the sweetest thing." - rilla blythe, rilla of ingleside

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Chapter 4- Breaking Down Walls

Arranged For Love (Carlos Sainz Jr x Reader)

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Summary- Y/N and Carlos realise that they love each other. They tie the knot. Everything seems to perfect to be real.

Warning- Mention of death

After the two agreed to make their families happy by getting married, the preparations were in full swing. The wedding would be a black and white tie affair in the backyard of Y/N's house. Seemed like a good idea to have it be small and intimate.

As the two of them got involved picking out colours and flowers for the wedding; they felt their bond growing closer. This was a major milestone in their life and they couldn't help but feel a connection. It wasn't just the wedding or the late night calls, they had started to confide in each other and realised that maybe this whole marriage thing wouldn't be so bad, after all. They felt like they could enjoy each other's company and be able to grow as people even though they hadn't met since that dinner.

Carlos was extremely busy with the season and the talks with Ferrari. It was taking up a lot of his time and he couldn't be there for most of the wedding planning. It was just Y/N and a couple messages to choose between this or that during the preparations. A lot of the choices had her grandmother's opinion. She would let her grandma pick what she thought would be best in places where Carlos and her couldn't decide.

Y/N had been watching Carlos's races since she found out about him. She would listen to him talk about how it went and how he could improve on it with a glint in his eyes. She felt special that she could share his love for racing even though she barely understood some of the words.

Trying to juggle a semester at home while at the same time planning a wedding during her end semester exams was proving to be a bigger challenge than Y/N had anticipated. She was trying to be on top of everything to be prepared and it was causing more migraines than necessary. She might've lashed out on Carlos a couple times over text which she did apologise for since doing everything almost alone was stressing her out.

Towards the end of the racing season, Y/N was planning on going to the last race to watch Carlos but everything got cancelled due to the increasing cases in Abu Dhabi. Carlos noticed that she looked sad during call and asked, "You look sad, what's up?" She was an open book, her expressions gave her emotions away. She wasn't lying to anyone, "I had thought I'd come to your last race of the season but I can't because of the..." she trailed off, clearly distraught with the new developments. "It's fine, you can come next year. It's not like I'll be gone" he tried to joke. "True, I could attend it as Mrs Sainz" she joked. "That is correct" Carlos smiled. He felt weird hearing her refer to herself as Mrs Sainz, but he liked that.

After the post season testing, Carlos had come to meet Y/N. He had a promise to keep; he would take her out on a date before their wedding. He was able to thankfully get a reservation at a restaurant.

With the restaurant no longer operating at full capacity, would give the pair the much needed privacy. Y/N wore a fitted midi coral dress which hit her just below her knees. Carlos was wearing his signature baby blue button down with white slacks. He looked handsome as ever. "Shall we?" Carlos asked. "yes, we shall" Y/N smiled taking Carlos's hand. Y/N's grandma could be heard calling out, "Have fun. Don't stay out to late." She felt proud of herself for at least setting her grand daughter up with a gentleman.

Carlos drove them to the restaurant. Their conversation flowed easily, they laughed along at stupid jokes they said and Carlos heard Y/N softly hum along to the songs on the radio to fill in the silence. Carlos would look over, a fond smile gracing his lips. After they reached the restaurant, Carlos opened the doors for her and pulled out her chair for her. He was going to make it her best date ever; he owed her that much.

While they waited for the dinner, "I can't believe we're going to be married in 2 weeks" Y/N mulled over her thoughts. All the preparations were done, they would have the wedding arch in the backyard and a day before the wedding; they would have a rehearsal dinner. She had skipped over the bachelorette even though her best friend wanted to throw her one. They decided to stick to a sleep over the night before. "I can't either. When we met I didn't expect to marry you" Carlos said. "Me neither. I fought my parents, more like disagreed with them" Y/N hummed. "Me too. I just didn't expect to marry so soon" Carlos stated. "Yeah, I didn't expect to be married before I graduated either" Y/N laughed. "But the world works in mysterious ways I guess" she shrugged her shoulders.

The food was great, "This is so good. I don't know why I never came here before" she told Carlos. Carlos smiled and raised his hand to wipe the food off the corner of her mouth. Y/N's eyes widened as Carlos's fingers brushed past her lips. She instinctively pulled away, apologising. "There was something there" Carlos said cleaning his finger with his tongue. Y/N watched as Carlos's finger, the same one that was on her lips moments ago touched his tongue. She quickly looked at her food, which seemed way more interesting suddenly. Her heart was beating fast, a lot faster than she had expected. Watching Carlos made her feel hot and bothered. She felt like crap for the unholy thoughts that were plaguing her mind.

Thankfully, the dinner ended without any more hiccups. And Carlos drove her back to her place. The next two weeks, Carlos's family flew in and they all enjoyed the pleasant Spring weather before the wedding and letting the to be weds to spend some much needed time together.

One of those days, Y/N's best friend, Ava came over to meet the man that would be marrying her best friend. Ava was fiercely protective of Y/N and when she found out about the arranged marriage situation, she a had a bit of a fight with Y/N's grandmother regarding Y/N's wedding. She couldn't believe she would get her grand daughter married off to some random dude. She was very close to their family since they'd been friends since middle school. Y/N tried to deescalate the fight but it only ended when Y/N dragged Ava to her room. "Grandma isn't that bad" she began. "You're saying that because she's your grandmother who is sick. I get it, I really do but an arranged marriage. I didn't think she was that old fashioned." Ava sighed. "She isn't. Plus the guy she chose is hot hot" Y/N whispered. "Show me" Ava spoke slowly, unsure of her friend. Y/N pulled out her phone and showed a picture of Carlos. "He's a F1 driver" she explained further. "Oh, he's rich rich" Ava smirked. "He'll be driving for Ferrari next year" Y/N added further. "Oh My God, he's loaded. I don't think we could've pulled him" Ava sighed, accepting defeat.

So, when she met Carlos for the first time, she played the part of the skeptical best friend well; going as far as to threaten him. Carlos only smiled, happy that Y/N was surrounded by people who loved and cared for her. He promised Ava to always take care of her best friend.

The day of the rehearsal dinner came quicker than any one expected, the to be weds were dressed in pastel colours and both their families and friends were sat at the table. They went over the schedule for the next day. The weather was a lot nicer, with the sun setting on them. The atmosphere was perfect to be getting married in. As Carlos watched Y/N interact with his family, he felt it. He thought about everything; all the weird feeling he had when talking to her or thinking about her; it made him realise that maybe just maybe he liked her. Y/N couldn't say she wasn't feeling the same. She had always wanted to be with someone who meshed well with her family. She never thought it would be someone chosen by her family, but right now she saw it. She decided to finally acknowledge all the feelings she's been feeling and perhaps she liked Carlos more than she let on and spending forever with him didn't sound as bad.

After the rehearsal dinner, when everyone was dispersing; Y/N asked Carlos to speak to her in private. She wanted to tell him how she felt and how she wanted to go forward with this marriage. She didn't expect Carlos to feel the same but she felt like she wanted to lay the ground work for what the relationship she wanted to be like. "Carlos, I wanted to tell you something" she breathed in, "Go on" Carlos encouraged her. "I know we started off the way we did and I know we are getting married because of my grand mother but along the way I've realised as I spoke to you more and got to know you more that I like you. Not as a friend or someone I was forced to spend time with way but someone I see a future with. Regardless of what happens 5 years or 10 years down the line, I want you to know that I'm not marrying you because my grandmother told me, kind of true but that's beside the point, but I'm marrying you because right now, in this moment, I like you. I've liked you for a while but it was watching you with everyone today, cemented it for me" Y/N finished without a break. Carlos's lips turned up into a smile and he took her hands in his, "I realised that now too, during the rehearsal dinner that maybe spending the rest of my life with you didn't sound like a bad idea or something I was being forced to do. I like you too Y/N" Carlos replied. "Can I kiss you?" Y/N asked looking at Carlos's lips. "Yeah" Carlos breathed and Y/N stood on her toes and pressed a kiss to his lips. Carlos's hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer. Y/N placing her hands on his cheeks, "Maybe when everything settles down we can have a big wedding with everyone" Y/N asked hopefully after pulling away from the kiss. "Maybe we can" Carlos replied.

Ava and Y/N had a fun sleepover, watching movies and pampering each other. Y/N woke up refreshed and well rested, all thanks to her best friend. The day of the wedding was as hectic as expected. Anika helped her grand daughter dress up. She was very happy zipping up the gorgeous gown Y/N had picked out and then she took the necklace off of her neck and put it on Y/N's neck. "I always thought I would give this to you. But when you said you loved it when I bought it, I knew I had to give it to you" Anika smiled and clasped the necklace. "I love it" Y/N smiled at the necklace and her reflection. "I'm happy I get to share this with you" Y/N said, hugging her grandma. "I'm happy you're happy. I never thought I'd get to see my grand daughter get married ever" Anika said wiping her tears. "You have a lot to live for. You have to attend my graduation, play with my kids. I can't wait for you to come to my graduation tho" Y/N smiled brightly. "You want this old hag at your graduation" Anika asked. "Obviously, you practically raised me. I'm here because of you. Even if my parents can't make it, I want you there" she told her grandma. "Okay" she smiled at her grand daughter.

The wedding was wonderful, they had a few generic vows written down and read them out as the ceremony progressed. It was followed by dinner where you could hear everyone talking and laughing and having a good time. The family had come together and even though it was small yet quaint; Y/N couldn't have asked for a better day. She ended the night by dancing with her grandma.

Sadly, their happiness was short lived. Because soon after the wedding, Anika's health started to decline. She hadn't been able to stomach any food. She was barely able to walk at a point. The hospital visits were erratic since they couldn't go due to COVID which meant the family tried to provide Anika with all the care that they could.

It was getting harder, day by day to provide her the care she needed and when things got really tough, they were finally able to have her admitted in a hospital. Y/N had come to visit her grandma at the hospital. People weren't allowed to come as often, so she was sat with her grandma's hand in hers, after a long time. "You'll be good as new in no time" Y/N said, tears threatening to fall. "I'm okay sweetheart, whether I live or die, I've seen everything I wanted to. I just hope you all are always happy" Anika whispered. "You still have a lot to see" Y/N crocked. "Can I speak with Carlos?" Anika asked. Y/N FaceTimed Carlos, who answered immediately. "Hello, dear" Anika spoke. "Hi grandma, how are you?" Carlos asked. "I'm okay. I just wanted to talk to you both together." she said looking at her grand daughter. "You can talk to us whenever" Carlos reassured. "I know I forced you two to get married, so I'm sorry for putting you two in a tough spot. I was selfish and I wanted to have one last happy moment" she said. "You'll have more" Y/N interrupted. Anika smiled, "I just hope you two are happy forever. I will only wish for happiness in your lives whether I'm a part of it or not" Anika breathed. out. "Thank you for bringing me Y/N. You have no idea how happy she makes me" Carlos said. "I'm glad, dear. I hope you two will take care of each other" she sighed. "Forgive this old woman for meddling in your lives. I promise, I just wanted what was good for you" she smiled weakly. Y/N soon cut the call and spent some time with her grandma before she had to leave. Her aunt would be staying over for the next few hours.

As she got home, she was informed that her grandmother wasn't doing too well and they weren't sure, she would make it. Y/N was optimistic, her grandma had been to the hospital before and returned after the treatment. But this time was different. A few hours later, in the middle of the night, Y/N was informed that her grandmother had passed away. She couldn't believe it, she didn't believe it, not for a couple hours, not until she saw it herself. She felt the world came crashing down on her, she sat there letting the words sink in as the world seemed to rush past her. Her grand mother, who had raised her, had passed away on a beautiful spring night. How was she supposed to go on?

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Big Brother, Little Sister

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN, Harry and Grace find out Baby Burton is going to be a girl.

Based on this request.

“I think boy”. Harry spoke as he continue to prepare his and YN’s breakfast. Moving around the kitchen like routine.

“You’re wrong, they’re having a girl!”. YN politely argued back as Grace was asleep next to her in her bouncer.

“Boy!”.

“Girl!”.

“Boy!”

“Girl!”.

The pair went back and forth for a while, determined that they were correct. A smirk appeared on YN’s face, one that made Harry panic inside because that particular smirk meant she was up to something.

“Wanna make a bet?”. YN was confident in her feeling that Lottie was having a baby girl, but the look on Harry’s face suggested that when he didn’t answer straight away that he wasn’t. “Not so confident now are ya bubs?”.

Knowing he wouldn’t hear the end of it if he said not to the bet, he gave in. “Fine…let’s make a bet, Mrs Sassy!”.

YN’s smirk only got bigger as she looked at her husband with mischief. “Okay…if I’m right and they’re having a girl”. YN thought carefully at what Harry would have to do if he was wrong. “You have to post on instagram!”.

To some the bet would seem easy, they would say that Harry had the better option. But Harry hardly used social media, especially for personal use. His instagram was very professional these days and was only used for work purposes, and before posting anything he would think about it carefully.

Harry stared back at his wife with a ‘really?’ look. When YN nodded to show she was serious about the bet, he knew he had to take the chance. “Fine…but I get to chose what I post!”.

“Sounds like you think I’m right…shall we just end the bet here?”. YN couldn’t help but laugh as she continued to wind her husband up.

“Oh no…I have a bet for you too my love!”. YN wasn’t overly concerned about it, she was for the challenge but the minute Harry mentioned two words, one and direction, she began to pray that she was right. “If they’re having a boy…you have to stop asking when One Direction are getting back together!”.

YN was going to find that difficult to do, she asked multiple times a week. But not wanting to show her weak side now, she gave Harry a big grin. “Bets on Styles!”.

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YN paced for what felt like hours as she waited for her phone to ping with a message from Lottie. Today was the day they found out if their were having another niece or nephew.

Although Lottie and Lewis wanted to share their gender reveal with both their families at the same time, with everyone living in different areas or having other commitments, they decided they would share the moment with a small video.

The sound of YN’s phone pinging, caught both their attention. She quickly swiped and tapped the screen before clicking play on the video.

The cream cake with ‘baby’ written across it could be seen as a slice was being cut out, and the minute pink icing came into view, YN jumped from her seat.

“IT’S A GIRL!”. She bounced around the room, a large grin on her face, showing off her pearly white teeth. “We’re having a niece…it’s a girl…Grace you’re gonna have a little girl cousin”.

YN jumped into Harry’s arms as he held her tight, sharing the excitement of another little one joining their growing family. Agreeing they needed to FaceTime Lottie immediately to share their excitement, YN had one question for Harry.

“Do you need help using Instagram?”.

harrystyles

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harrystyles Wife. Daughter. My World. View all 9,621 comments

annetwist What a beautiful wife and daughter you have💕

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louist91 Did YN post this?🤔 ⌞louisfan9 😂😂 ⌞ynstyles No you cheeky shit! My husband loves me💁🏼‍♀️ ⌞ynrryfan3 I miss tour days when we would get constant yn and louis updates 😢

niallhoran Oh Styles you big sap

gemmastyles Sister-in-Law. Niece. My Favourites. ⌞harryfan6 Not Gemma taking the piss out of Harry’s caption😂😂😂

harryfan7 Harry’s first of the year and it’s of yn and grace🥹🥹🥹

jonnyharvey93 Cute photo mate! Can’t wait to see you all soon!!

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𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 [𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍]

PAIRINGS — Violet Bridgerton x fem!Reader

SUMMARY — Violet has a secret, but it will only stay that way if she can be quiet enough to keep it

WORD COUNT — 2.2K

WARNINGS — 18+ MDNI, oral sex (Violet recieving), pw/op (I mean there is kind of a plot, but it's so minimal)

NOTE — Okay this is just like a fully indulgent little snippet because let's be real who wouldn't want to be in a secret relationship with Violet. Special thanks to @sleepyfireball and @lifesizehysteria for both giving me the confidence to post this and helping me with the ending <3

Violet had never considered herself a woman of many secrets. Yes, there were some things in her life that remained private, but even then, they wouldn’t cause much of a fuss if they were brought to light. 

Recently, though, Violet had been keeping a secret. A big one. 

A secret, her only one that would surely scandalize the whole ton, but Violet, unlike her children, was a little more well versed in dealing with subtleties, with…avoiding scandal. 

“Mother?” 

She blinked away from her thoughts, seeing Benedict holding out his arm for her so she could exit the carriage. 

She gave him a small smile by way of apology and took his arm in hers, climbing out of the carriage and letting her second eldest son lead her into the home that this evening’s ball was being hosted in. 

As soon as they entered the large space, she didn’t even register going to find the host or taking in the decorations. Instead, she scanned the crowd until her eyes landed on a familiar pair. She bit back a smile noticing your discreet wave to her which she returned with a nod of her head. 

She saw you motion your head towards the refreshments table and she quickly let Benedict know she was going to get herself a lemonade and gracefully made her way around the room to the table where she could pour herself a glass. 

“Lady Bridgerton, interesting evening for a ball isn’t it?” 

Violet chewed the inside of her cheek.

“Yes, there is quite a storm outside,” she nodded as you came and stood next to her, pretending to be perusing the desserts. You leaned in to grab a macaron, but your mouth coming awfully close to her ear, her senses overwhelmed by your warm breath against her as your voice dropped to a whisper. 

“I haven’t seen you in weeks. I miss you.” 

She could feel a certain familiar warmth grow in her chest at your admission, still pretending to focus on the lemonade and not how much she wanted to pull you into her arms. 

“Did your carriage have much trouble in the rain?” she pulled back, continuing the cover conversation. 

“Thankfully no, but who knows what the night will bring,” you responded. 

Violet took a moment to appreciate your appearance. The way the jewels that dangled from your ears complimented your dress and shone against your skin. How odd it was that you chose not to wear a necklace, leaving the upper part of your chest bare. Violet supposed for most, attention would not be drawn to it due to the lack of jewels, but for her, your skin was much more precious. 

“We shall speak more later, yes?” you asked and Violet nodded her head. 

“Of course,” there was no question about it, but Violet wanted to do much more than speak and she gathered that you did too. 

You offered Violet a smile, your hand moving to touch her arm in a friendly manner, your touch lingering as you walked away leaving her to yearn for it as soon as it was gone. 

She tried to make friendly conversation with those around her, but her mind kept drifting off to your whispered words, your breath on her face. 

It didn’t help that whenever you walked by you’d find some excuse to touch her. A hand on her back to move her aside, a touch to her arm as you laughed at something she said while in conversation with others, the brush of your hands together as you passed her by. 

Eventually she could not take it any longer, or more, she didn’t want to. 

She sought you out where you stood alone in a quiet corner enjoying a glass of wine. 

“Took you long enough,” you murmured into your glass. 

“I don’t know what you expect me to do when you keep…touching me,” she whispered. “We are supposed to be discreet are we not?” 

“Forgive me, I was trying to get your attention,” you tried to bite back a chuckle, even though you knew Violet was not amused, but she wasn’t angry, no that wasn’t the right word. She had a fire in her eyes. Passion, desire…lust. 

“Well you have it,” she said. 

You pulled the wine glass away from your face, moving to walk past Violet as if you were leaving her, but going slow enough that you could whisper, 

“Hallway. Five minutes.” 

Violet felt a lump grow in her throat, but she continued to take her turn around the room, her eyes constantly drifting back to the clock until the long hand had moved enough to signal five minutes had passed. 

Discreetly she weaved her way through the crowd until she could slip out into the hallway. 

When she arrived, it was dark and she saw no sign of you. She thought perhaps you might have gone further so she walked down, scanning the doors on either side, going deeper and deeper into the home without much regard for politeness of where she should have been. 

Just as she was about to turn around and go back, she felt someone grab her wrist and pull her to the side and into a room. She almost let out a shriek of surprise, but before the sound could leave her mouth a hand covered it and she realized who it was that had pulled her away. 

“Discreet, Violet, remember?” you teased. 

“Oh hush, you scared me,” she removed your hand from her mouth, trying to get her beating heart to slow down. 

“Yes, well,” you leaned in closer, closing the door behind Violet. “Like I said…I missed you.” 

Your lips now ghosted the shell of her ear and Violet could feel her walls beginning to crumble. 

“Darling,” she warned. 

“Mmm I love it when you call me that,” your hands now rested against Violet’s hips, your lips lightly pressing against her jaw. 

“This doesn’t feel very discreet,” she managed to get out in a strangled breath. 

“We’re alone,” you kissed her jaw. “And there’s a ball, no one will notice we have slipped out. In fact, your children might even be thankful for a break from your hovering.” 

“Oh, now you’re just trying to get on my nerves,” Violet could feel herself roll her eyes, but was quickly diverted from her annoyance by the feeling of your teeth grazing along her pulse point. She could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her head and it became dizzying. “Goodness, would you stop teasing me?” 

“I thought you wanted to be discreet?” you pulled your head away, looking her into her eyes, a mischievous smile on your lips. “What you’re suggesting is hardly so.” 

Violet clenched her jaw, looking around the room and behind her at the door. 

“We’d have to be quick,” she said. “And quiet.” 

“How about I worry about the quick and you worry about the quiet?” you asked, leaning in so your mouths were centimeters apart. “You can repay the favour next time.” 

“Assuming there is a next time,” Violet mumbled. 

“We’re not going to get caught,” you assured her. “Now do you want this? Or should I just continue teasing you?” you asked as your hands trailed up her sides, coming to rest right underneath her breasts. 

“No,” Violet breathed. “I want this. I want you,” her head bobbed up and down in a nod. 

“Good,” you smiled, finally closing the minimal gap between you, pushing Violet into the door, her body hitting against it with a small thud. She could taste the faint remnants of lemonade and wine on your tongue and it only served to make you more addictive, encouraging her to hold both sides of your face, pulling you closer. 

The smell of your perfume was intoxicating, how it lingered in the air around her and with each breath how it felt like she was drinking you in, over and over again. 

The back of Violet’s head pressed against the door, her chin tilting upwards, an invitation perhaps for your lips to meet the skin of her neck, dragging along every freckle, connecting dots until you reached her collarbone, your grip becoming more firm around her hips. 

Her chest heaved with each touch, every kiss, the tightness of her corset creating the most deliciously dizzying experience as your kisses lined the top of her breasts, your nose trailing along in tandem. 

It made Violet whine when she felt the cold loss of contact of both your lips and your hands, but it quickly turned into a gasp as fingers lightly traced the length of her legs, the skirt of her dress and any other layers underneath being pushed up higher and higher. 

Once her skirt was bunched around her hips, she took the fabric from your hands, freeing them up for much more important things. 

Her eyes were shut, taking in the feeling of your hot fiery breath against her thigh, your kisses wet as they traced a path up to the cotton fabric that covered her. 

Your fingers were light in their touch while they tugged the fabric lower, down Violet’s legs and she could feel herself practically dripping with need. After you helped her step out of her underwear, you chuckled seeing her foot brush it off to the side, clearly anxious for your touch to return. 

Violet’s grip on the fabric of her dress tightened as she felt you hook one of her legs over your shoulder and she let herself look down for only a moment watching as you pressed kisses to her inner thigh. Despite warnings to be quick, you relished in those moments where you could build up her desire, making her tremble with even just the feeling of your breath against her skin. 

For a few moments, Violet felt nothing aside from your hand on her leg and hip supporting her, and she was about to ask if something was wrong, but just as she opened her mouth to speak she felt your tongue glide over her and words turned into needy moans. 

You squeezed her hip and her thigh, your voice low as you spoke against her making her knees go weak. 

“Remember, quiet, my dear.” 

Violet bit her tongue and nodded her head, pushing herself back so firmly into the door to steady herself as your touch continued, only growing more insistent with each passing moment. 

Just as she was about to lose herself in a haze, Violet thought she heard something. 

“Darling,” she whispered harshly. “Darling, wait.” 

You paused, the only sound in the room being that of your heavy breathing, but outside in the hallway, soft steps could be heard and you both became deathly still. 

The footsteps were accompanied by small quiet chatter, and just as quickly as they came, they left and the hall was silent once more. 

“Now where were we?” you murmured against her thigh and despite Violet’s heart threatening to burst out of her chest and the swirling nausea of anxiety in the pit of her stomach, she let you continue because what you did was so very addictive. 

Violet felt a groan escape past her lips and she quickly let go of her skirt with one hand, placing it over her mouth to mute herself, or more likely muffle whatever sounds she was making. 

You could feel the fabric of her skirt fall slightly against your face and as a result Violet could feel your chuckle vibrate against her making her knees wobble so that she fell more firmly on you.

A sharp gasp left her mouth, muffled by her hand. 

You knew by her reaction you’d hit a sensitive spot and your tongue worked tirelessly against her, feeling her body arch against you, her breathing becoming more rapid and frantic, gripping on the one side of her skirt with such intensity she could feel her nails dig into her skin where they met the palm of her hand. 

Violet felt herself rise, as if with the crest of a wave, building and building and building until finally it crashed down on the sandy shore and pulled away before lapping again and again. 

As you finally pulled away from Violet, her leg still draped over your shoulder, she took a few moments to gather herself before finally removing her hand from her mouth, noticing the marks she’d left on it from trying to silence herself.

You pressed gentle kisses to her thighs, your hands caressing the skin they were holding before moving to wipe your face and move her leg back to the floor. 

Violet let go of her skirt, letting it fall over herself and was about to reach down to grab her discarded underwear before you beat her to it. 

“Really?” her voice was still breathless, her nose merely an inch away from your own while you smiled and came closer to her. 

“No one would notice it was gone,” a devious playful sort of smile crossed your lips. 

“I would.” 

“That’s the point,” you whispered before pressing your lips to hers in a slow kiss. 

“You’re insatiable,” she mumbled against you, pulling you closer. 

“I’m not the one who couldn’t wait until we got home.”

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[sneakyparsnipslicer]

Birthday Transformation

Michael was on his last day of being 29, in just a handful of hours, he would be 30 years old, which isn't the end of the world, but to some it spells 'Twink Death'

And that's just what Michael had been, at least for the past decade; a blonde-haired twink. Of course it wasn't always that way. At one point Michael was a gangly ginger guy, and the change wasn't one he'd intended to go about.

On the night Michael turned 20, his body had completely transformed, the curly ginger hair shortening and becoming blonde, his body structure shortening and his body becoming more taught, even the goofy face and teeth had changed. It had baffled many who had known him in his college years, and it had changed him in a big way, no longer the unpopular art student, but a studly young man who changed courses for sports and fitness. He definitely became popular with the college athletes, though it was safe to say he'd spent a lot more of the past decade bottoming rather than topping. For a confident guy, his slim build didn't particularly scream dominating.

Of course as times had rolled on, more tools became useful to him, the invention of TikTok and OnlyFans had helped Michael build a following, even an income. He frequented the gyms in town to maintain his slim yet stocky build, for some it only made him more irresistable. In the year leading up to his 30th birthday however, close friends had begun talking about what turning 30 could mean for this career he'd built up. It's true many gay men lose interest in twinks when they turn 30, no longer as boyish-looking as they used to be, and Michael was no exception. Even he had begun to notice the wrinkles on his forehead when he raised his eyebrows. But who knows, maybe that miracle that happened 10 years ago might happen again.

Michael finished his day and headed home, made himself some dinner, had a shower and took off his clothing, looking at his body in the mirror in his bedroom. He'd put a lot of work into his appearance, keeping up with popular haircuts, wearing clothing that was in fashion, ensuring he kept some muscle despite the slim body. He thought back to his reaction when he'd woken up on his 20th birthday and his body had completely changed overnight, he was completely different, but it was still him. He massaged his smooth cheeks and chiseled jaw, he'd strangely never been able to grow facial hair. His pecs felt nice, if flat, his abs on point, his dick was pretty average, but then it wasn't like it mattered to the guys he'd slept with over the past decade, they were more busy pounding the bubble butt he called an ass. He took his phone off charge and took one last selfie, captioning it.

'Twink Death in T-Minus 2 Hours!'

He chuckled as he posted it, watching as it got reactions from the regulars on his social pages. Just then his phone began to ring, it was his friend Ryan. He swiped up and put the phone to his ear. 'Hey Ryan, what's up?' Michael asked. 'Hey Mike, I'm good. Just saw your post, you're not still hung up on that whole Twink Death thing are you?' Ryan asked. 'Oh, nah, it's all good. I'll just be turning 30, no biggie!' replied Michael, shrugging. 'Good mate, it's just I want you to know no matter what people say, you're still a gorgeous guy. That's not gonna change overnight' said Ryan. Michael looked back to his reflection and thought for a moment, what if this change he was thinking of didn't happen. 'You still there Mike?' asked Ryan, jumping Michael out of his trance. 'Oh, yeah, sorry just getting ready for bed. Look, shall we meet up for coffee tomorrow?' asked Michael. 'Yeah sounds good, maybe I can get some extra cream for the Birthday Boy' replied Ryan seductively. Michael laughed. 'Shut up Ryan! You get some sleep buddy. See you tomorrow!' chuckled Michael. Ryan wasn't bad really, he'd always had a soft spot for him. He was one of the few friends that knew Michael before his first transformation, and what a revelation that had been for both of them. Michael put his phone on his bedside desk and put a sheet over his mirror, he wanted to be surprised if a change did infact happen. He turned the lights out, sighed happily and snuggled up warm in his bed.

Michael had fallen deep asleep by midnight and that was when the magic began. It started with a growling in his gut as his stomach began to push out against his abs. Hair began to sprout out from his clean-shaven chest and arms as they began to bulk up and his shoulders became more broader and muscular. His hands grew and became more calloused, his legs and feet lengthened and became more hairier, hair was just growing from everywhere. Michael had taken to keeping everything clean-shaven, even his ass and groin, but these tiny dark hairs were coming from everywhere. His dick began to widen and lengthen, becoming a 7-inch girthy fuckstick with some pretty nice balls and his ass became two hefty, hairy melons that filled out his boxers better than before. Despite his body becoming bigger, his muscle definition didn't grant him too big of a gut, he wasn't skin and bones anymore, but he had a pretty huggable frame. Michael's neck began to fill out and dark facial hair began to sprout out, covering his chin, cheeks and jawline. His blonde hair grew out and became a dark brown, as did his eyebrows, becoming bushier and his face restructured granting him a sharp nose with some pretty kissable lips nestled nicely in his beard. The hair on his head kept it's relatively side-swept style, but it became a lot thicker and bushier, and there he laid in his bed, a changed man and yet unaware.

Michael woke up with a yawn, stretching and moving his hands down below the covers to stroke his morning wood under his boxers. 'Mmmm, nice' murmured Michael, feeling his new dick and snapping his eyes open in realisation, sitting upright and examining his new body. He was hairy to say the least, and he actually had a chest that a man could rest their head on now. He couldn't believe it had actually happened again! 'Holy fucking shit!' Michael gasped excitedly, feeling his throat realising his voice had become deeper. He sprang out of bed and tore the sheet off the mirror, being greeted by the man he had become overnight. He examined his face closely in the mirror, feeling his facial hair as it bristled against his fingers. The face itself looked strangely youthful, but worn. Honestly it was a look that Michael didn't mind, it was an experienced look. 'Goodbye Twink, Hello Daddy!' Michael said, laughing. He looked to his fully erect dick and then back to his reflection, wiggling his eyebrows and biting his lip, smiling. 'Guess we're not bottoming anymore huh? Unless someone's feeling brave!' Michael chuckled, feeling his dick again. He lowered his boxers and grabbed his shaft, enjoying the sight of himself masturbating. He began to work up a sweat and after some choice filthy talk, he came over his reflection in the mirror. Panting and leaning on the mirror, he looked his face up and down and smiled. 'We hit the fucking jackpot this time!' he whispered excitedly, kissing his reflection passionately. He was interrupted by the sound of his phone buzzing, it was Ryan.

'Hey Mike! Happy Birthday man!' said Ryan happily. 'Ryan! Dude! It's so good to hear you! Thanks!' replied Michael breathily. 'Whoa man, you sound groggy as fuck! You just woke up?' asked Ryan. 'Uh, yeah. Something like that. We still on for coffee?' asked Michael, eyeing his wardrobe. 'Yeah, I can get to our usual spot in half an hour, sound good?' asked Ryan. 'Perfect! I'll see you soon. Got a few surprises for you!' said Michael, grinning and hanging up before Ryan could respond. He opened his wardrobe doors and grabbed a shirt, but then hesitated. He looked at the shirt and his reflection, he just wasn't feeling it. The styles he'd grown to wear just weren't doing it for him anymore, he searched his wardrobe for something grittier, leathery. He settled on a pair of ripped jeans, brown boots, white t-shirt and a leather jacket. He ruffled up his hair, this was a look he was vibing with. He used to be neat and fancy, but now he just wanted to be laid-back, smoky and seductive, like a Greaser. He pocketed his phone and headed out to the carpark to his car. Again he had a small car that did the job, but what he was really craving was a motorbike. He shook his head, he could sell his car later and get a motorbike, right now he had a date with Ryan, maybe he could get some cigarettes on the way.

Michael was still Michael and had always been him, the sporty fashion twink was gone now, a memory of a past life alongside the nerdy artist before him. This decade he was gonna be a lean leather daddy, and he was gonna love every day of it.

[godslove]

Dear Anon,

Beloved, when was the last time you read the Bible, prayed to God and basked in His presence for at least 30 minutes? Some pray and stay in God's presence for up to 4 hours. It's possible. I want to quote a man of God when he said that “I have never seen a man of God with a strong prayer life and reads the Bible/the Word of God that doesn't have peace.”

Why do you feel that way? Why are those the thoughts you think? There are 3 voices that we hear:

God

Satan—the enemy, spirit of the anti-christ, the devil, the one who fell from heaven/the fallen, the evil one (this is a long topic for another post. Read Revelations 20:7-10 to know his destiny in the end times.)

The flesh—the corrupted, sinful nature of the devil mixed with the pure body that God created. In Genesis, man took the sinful nature when Adam and Eve gave into temptation.

‭¹⁹ “Now the works of the flesh are evident, which are: adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lewdness, ²⁰ idolatry, sorcery, hatred, contentions, jealousies, outbursts of wrath, selfish ambitions, dissensions, heresies, ²¹ envy, murders, drunkenness, revelries, and the like; of which I tell you beforehand, just as I also told you in time past, that those who practice such things will not inherit the kingdom of God.”

—Galatians 5:19-21

We have to pray to cast out demons and its whispering lies of gaslighting, slander, gossip, condemnation, self-hatred, self-doubt, hatred towards others, deception, depression and fearfulness. Sometimes the thoughts we hear are not ours. The emotions we feel are not from God. It's either the enemy or the flesh. The flesh grows or shrinks depending on how much you feed it or starve it. It's the part of you that always wants more and complains or blames other people when you don't get what you want.

‭“I say then: Walk in the Spirit, and you shall not fulfill the lust of the flesh. ¹⁷ For the flesh lusts against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh; and these are contrary to one another, so that you do not do the things that you wish.”

—Galatians 5:16-17

God only gives us a spirit of power, of love and of self-control. Anything other than that is from Satan.

We pray with faith in God's power:

¹⁴ Now this is the confidence that we have in Him, that if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us. ¹⁵ And if we know that He hears us, whatever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we have asked of Him.

—‭1 John 5:14-15

We lift up our burdens to Him and lay them all at His feet. When we pray, we let it all go and let God be God. Our loving Father will always give the best for His children.

The answers you are seeking are in the Bible. When I read the Bible, He reveals to me the answers I seek about everything in life. When I asked for deliverance, He was faithful to deliver me when the pain was too much to bear.

And He said, “Abba, Father, all things are possible for You. Take this cup away from Me; nevertheless, not what I will, but what You will.”

— Jesus Christ, The Prayer in the Garden, Mark 14:36

There is purpose in every suffering dear. Sometimes the pain we experience can be excruciating but sorrow that brings you closer to God is better than comfort that pulls you away from Him. Don't look at others and say that “God has favorites” because we don't know the personal problems they are going through which we have no knowledge of. We all have our cup of suffering. Followers of Christ are not free from the winds of trials and tribulations, especially in this earthly life.

The more you walk closer to God, the more the enemy tries to pull you away from God either via pleasure (the worldly temptations) or pain (problems in all areas of life). If that happens, pray to God and stand firm in your faith.

“Trust in the Lord, and do good; Dwell in the land, and feed on His faithfulness.

⁴ Delight yourself also in the Lord, And He shall give you the desires of your heart.

⁵ Commit your way to the Lord, Trust also in Him, And He shall bring it to pass.

⁶ He shall bring forth your righteousness as the light, And your justice as the noonday.”

—‭Psalms 37:3-6

God answers prayers dear. Your heart posture has to be right first. When you pray, approach His throne with thanksgiving and praise. Remember the sacrifice Christ has done on the cross for each and everyone of us, God's children. Remove the shame and guilt because ‘it is finished’. When you are already purified from sin, grateful and peaceful, that's when you can ask God to help you bring yourself closer to Him and experience His loving presence. He is always with us dear, He longs for His children to come to Him. Listen only to God's voice.

‭“But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. ³⁴ Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”

—Jesus Christ, Matthew 6:33-34

If you have prayer requests kindly send them so I can pray for you. If you have questions, I'll answer them as best as I can. I read it all. It's alright dear. I'm here. And so are the rest of our brothers and sisters in Christ who walk this journey with you. God bless you! *Hugs*💐🤍

[changingplumbob]

Foster Household: Chapter 9, Part 5

CW: Mental Health Struggles - Guide to content warnings

Carson got home late from prom so treated himself to a sleep in. Before he got in to the swing of the day he decided to give downstairs an extra vacuum. There was no guarantee that Ariadne would come visit, or that she would come inside the house if she came over, but it was the safest thing to do. If he didn’t she might make a social bunny post about how he lived in a tip that he’d never live down. No, surely she wouldn’t? Best be safe though.

After polishing off breakfast he decided to give Onyx a call, they were normally up by now practicing cheer or playing with their horse.

Onyx: Sup mate

Carson: Hey! Remind me, did we have homework for science?

Onyx: A bit, stuff from the textbook. Shouldn’t take you long though, it’s multi choice with like one proper written question

Carson: Okay so I should be able to do that tonight

Onyx: Why? You got plans for the day

Carson: I might... I’ll call you later

Onyx: No problem, I'm homebound all day

Hanging up he knew there was no more avoiding. He sent Ariadne a message. She had accepted his social bunny request, he wouldn't have sent it if she hadn't suggested it herself though. He didn't want to come on too strong.

Her texts indicated she’d love to come check out the beaches and Carson excitedly got in his swimwear. He looked in his mirror before heading downstairs and decided to throw a tank shirt on as well. He had some confidence but not enough to quite go shirtless with the girl he was crushing on. Ariadne arrived just before lunch ready to hit the beaches.

Ariadne: You okay?

Carson: Yeah, just wondering which direction to head

Harvey: Ariadne would you like to see some of our family photos while you’re here

Carson: No dad, we’re leaving!

Ariadne giggled as Carson made a beeline for the backdoor.

Outside they had good weather, Carson was happy the rain had stayed away for the day.

Ariadne: So...

Carson: So...

Ariadne: Uh... is there like a spot you like most

Carson: It’s all pretty nice but if we head down this hill there’s a pretty good clean bit

Ariadne: *nervously* After you

As they walked Carson tried to think of something to say but all he could think was that Ariadne looked really cute.

Ariadne: Have you always lived here then

Carson: Oh no. I was born in Willow Creek actually. After my mum had me she decided to get a full time artist job and that gave us enough to move here. My dad... well he earns good money but it’s just a fishing gig

Ariadne: You forget, my dads may be loaded but I didn’t grow up with much. At least your dad has a job, you can be proud of that

Carson: You are too sweet

Ariadne: *blushes* Shut up

Carson: Shall we go swimming then

Ariadne: I don’t know. Are there sharks?

Carson: Sometimes but not usually close to the shore. If any come up we can just punch them on the nose

Ariadne: *giggling* That is not a thing. The poor sharks might just want friends

Carson: Fine, any come up and I’ll hug them while you swim away. Come on

Carson grabbed her hands to lead her to the water, hoping they weren’t as sweaty as they seemed. She smiled and he hoped he’d done the right thing. Once they were in the water he let go so they could swim, happy he’d pushed himself to try that.

In the water they mucked around, splashing each other and swimming in circles. They shared tales of their school teachers and the various gossip around sims they both knew. Time carried on and Carson knew he should end it, he had scouts, but surely the troop could manage without him for an afternoon. Unless of course they were hit by a meteor. But if that was going to happen then it was good he wasn’t there or he’d die to.

Ariadne: Are you sure those glasses are fine for in the water

Carson: Yeah they’ve got this coating that bounces the water right off. I can see how good you look, don’t worry *blows kiss*

Ariadne laughed and Carson hoped it was with happiness rather than her thinking he was embarrassing himself. She sighed wistfully and turned to float on her back for a while.

Ariadne: I suppose I won’t see much of you at school this week

Carson: I mean... I know we’re in different years but I’ll still be around. If you want to see me that is. Can we go to the shore for a minute, I want to give you something before you have to go home

Ariadne: Can I have a hint

Carson: Just open it and see

Ariadne: It’s a shark isn’t it

Carson: *laughs* Just open the box

Inside the box was a Tulip Shell that Carson had found the past week and he was happy to see Ariadne smile at the sight of it.

Carson: It’s the most flawless one I’ve found. Normally they get chipped on like diving gear and stuff

Ariadne: It’s lovely. Are you sure you want to give it to me?

Carson: It should be with someone just as pretty

Ariadne: *blushing* Thanks. Oh shoot the time, I better get back home

Carson: Wait, um... selfie first?

Ariadne: *laughing* Twist my arm

Carson lifted up his phone for the shot, unable to ignore the tightening in his chest when Ariadne snaked her arm around him to get in the picture properly. After she left he sat on the beach for a while, closing his eyes and playing the time back in his mind.

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[writingwhimsey]

Married to The Enemy - Shingen Ch. 50

Chapter 50

It had been a few weeks since that last dinner with my grandmother. So far, Shingen was doing well with all of his followup appointments. The doctor even remarked on how well and how quickly Shingen was recovering. Shingen was in tip top condition. Though we still had to continue the appointments to ensure the tumor was not returning nor were any others growing. But the doctor was confident that things were going well.

Since we still had time here, we had to decide what all we would do. I showed Shingen around many of the modern sights…we ended up going to the beach a few more times, deciding to enjoy it before summer came to an end. We also went on little trips with Sasuke, him showing us around different places that had been of historical significance. Places that Shingen knew from his time, so he could see how they had changed.

Another thing we had decided to do was to get some work. We learned that the initial money that had been given to us, came from Sasuke. He had insisted he didn’t want it back and that he wanted us to use it to enjoy ourselves. It was something he was happy to do for us. But still neither of us wanted to completely rely on it.

After debating, we had decided our best bet would be to invest the money into our crafts. I bought fabric and some good sewing notions, while Shingen bought some hand tools just like the ones he was used to using back in the Sengoku. We then made a few sample pieces and posted them online and soon we had sales. It didn’t take long for us to get plenty of orders. Though since we were only going to be here for a short time, we didn’t want to take up more than we could handle. But we took on just enough.

It was rather nice, spending our days working together on our projects side by side. We were each doing our own thing. Existing in the same space. But it was just so fulfilling to do so. I found myself always doing my work with a smile on my face simply because Shingen was at my side.

I finished up on a custom dress I had been working on for a customer. She wanted a princess dress for a costume ball she would ball she would be attending. It was a fantasy theme for a charity event and I was more than happy to do the work. It was so much fun.

“There. That’s the last touch.” I declared as I looked at the dress on the form in the middle of the living room.

Shingen looked up from his work and smiled. “That looks so lovely.” He declared. “I am sure your customer will be pleased.”

I smiled. “I hope so. She loved the design when I showed her. Her eyes just lit up. I can’t wait to see her face when I deliver the piece to her.” I replied. I was then picking up my phone, taking a picture and sending it to my customer.

All finished! 🙂

It was a few seconds later I had a reply.

OH MY GAWD! IT’S BEAUTIFUL!!! I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE IT IN PERSON AND TRY IT ON!!! WILL TOMORROW BE OKAY? <3 :D 

Haha, I’m glad you like it! I can’t wait to see how beautiful it looks on you! Tomorrow works perfect. Shall we meet in our same place?

YES! My office tomorrow at lunch time!

Great see you then 🙂

“It seems she likes it.” I said with a smile.

“Well, when the piece is made by such a talented seamstress with such care, people are bound to love it.” Shingen replied, a look of pride on his face.

I felt myself flushing. “Oh, Shingen…how is your project coming along?” I asked.

“The jewelry box is almost finished.” He answered. “I’ve finished the carving and such. I just have to put the cushioning and lining in now.”

I smiled as I looked at the intricate carving on top of the box. “It’s beautiful. Your customer wanted to gift it to his wife, right?”

Shingen nodded. “He said it was for their anniversary.” He answered. “And I have to put my best work in for a customer who wants to dote on his wife so. I mean, I can understand exactly where he is coming from.”

“Oh you…” 

Shingen chuckled warmly. “We’ll have to be getting ready soon, won’t we?” He asked.

I looked at the time. “Oh yes. If we’re going to meet Shoko and Kenji for the movie.” I replied.

“Alright, I’ll just finish this part up real quick and then I’ll be able to get ready.”

“Okay. I’ll go ahead and hop in the shower real quick.” I replied. I walked over to Shingen and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before heading to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, I turned the water on so it could warm up. I hung a fresh towel close by and then stripped and took my hair down from the bun I’d had it in while sewing. I checked the temperature of the water and then hopped in.

I closed my eyes and leaned back to start the process of washing my hair. Once I had my hair wet, I reached for my shampoo…but found a much larger hand had beat me to it. I looked up as Shingen smiled at me having come into the bathroom…or snuck in I should say. I didn’t even hear the door open. He had already stripped down, too.

“When did you sneak in here?” I asked, grinning at him.

“Just a few minutes ago.” He answered. “I thought it would be best to conserve water if we showered together.”

I giggled. “I can see the logic in that.”

“I also thought you might like some help with washing your hair and your back.”

“I’ve been doing those things for myself for years.” I replied. I then pointed to the loofa on a stick that was for washing my back. “That is for my back.”

“I know…but it can’t massage you while washing your back.” Shingen pointed out. “And don’t you enjoy the feeling of my hands in your hair?”

“Okay…you have some good points there.” I replied. “I guess I can allow you to help me…and I can help you, too.”

“My goddess is generous.” Shingen said, that warm smile lighting his gray eyes. He squirted the shampoo in his hands and I turned my back to him. It didn’t take long for me to feel those large hands in my hair, fingers massaging my scalp.

“Mmmm…” I hummed contentedly as I closed my eyes. Shingen was so incredibly good with his hands. They knew how to soothe and relax me just as much as they knew how to work me up into a heated frenzy of desire. 

“I love seeing that smile on your face.” Shingen murmured. “You really have the most beautiful smiles.”

“Well, it’s a good thing for you then, that you make me smile so easily.” I replied, my smile widening.

“I am a lucky man, indeed.” Shingen agreed. 

After washing my hair, Shingen helped me with my back, being true to his word that he would massage my back as he did. I honestly hadn’t realized how tense my shoulders had been from being hunched over my sewing machine. Shingen must have realized and wanted to take care of me.

After I was finished being washed, it was Shingen’s turn. He sat down on the edge of the tub facing me so that I could wash his hair. He closed his eyes as a contented smile crossed his lips while I worked my fingers against his scalp.

“My goddess had the most relaxing touch.” He said, his eyes still closed.

“I just want to take as good of care of you as you do me.” I replied. “I like doting on you and spoiling you, too.”

Shingen’s strong arms wrapped around me and pulled my wet naked body against his. He opened his eyes and looked at me. “When you say such sweet things, my angel…it only makes me love you more.”

I grinned. “Well, good. Because I can’t help but to fall for you more each day, too.” I replied, leaning in to kiss him on the lips.

“How can you only keep getting cuter?” Shingen asked me when I pulled away.

“I think you might be biased…but I am okay with that.” I replied with reddening cheeks. “You know, I’m starting to think we’re using more water than if we’d have showered separately.”

Shingen chuckled. “Probably…but it is more enjoyable this way, isn’t it?”

“Well…yes.” I replied. “But we should probably hurry or else we’re going to end up being late.”

“Probably.” Shingen agreed. He gave my waist a squeeze before releasing me. 

I finished up washing his hair and then helped him with his back. Once we were finished with the shower, we got out and dried off. We wrapped up in towels and Shingen helped me dry my hair before we went to get dressed.

It was going to be a casual evening. Movie and then dinner at a small casual restaurant. But it was also still a date, so I wanted us to dress up a little bit. It was always fun to get dressed up. For Shingen I picked out some nice jeans -and boy did he look good in jeans- and a white v-neck t-shirt and a relaxed black button-down short-sleeve shirt.

For myself, I picked out a cute black dress with a white floral print. It had spaghetti straps and was flowy, coming down to about my mid-thigh. “I really do love these clothes you wear in this era.” Shingen said as he came up behind me, fingertips gliding over my bare arms. 

“Are my clothes your favorite thing about this era?” I asked, a teasing smile on my face.

“You are the best part of this era.” Shingen replied, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against him. “How you look in the clothing of this time is just…icing on the cake as you say.”

I giggled. “I like that I am the cake and the icing in this case.”

“I did say you were my favorite sweet.” Shingen replied, nuzzling his face against the side of my neck.

“We really are gonna end up being late if we don’t hurry.” I said, smiling.

“You’re just so beautiful I forget myself.” Shingen replied, giving me a few neck and shoulder kisses before releasing me. ‘Let me help you with your hair.”

Shingen brushed out my hair and then pulled it up into a cute relaxed bun. He helped me put on my necklace and earrings next. A simple silver chain with a heart pendant and some silver hoops. He ducked down for me so that I could help him put on the silver tiger-tooth necklace.

Once we were dressed, we headed out to meet Shoko and Kenji at the theater. We arrived and met them at the entrance. Shoko grinned as soon as she saw us. “I was starting to think we might have to go see a later showing.” She teased.

“Hey, we aren’t running that far behind.” I teased.

“It’s alright. We only just got here ourselves.” Kenji replied. “The boys didn’t want to get ready so they could go to their grandparents’.”

Shoko playfully elbowed Kenji in the ribs. “You aren’t supposed to tell them that. Come on, we have to give the newlyweds a hard time.”

“Oh, like you don’t remember being that way.” Kenji teased. “We’re still that way sometimes.”

“It’s hard not to be that when you’re lucky enough to have a beautiful wife.” Shingen replied, his arm wrapping around my waist.

Kenji nodded his agreement as he pulled Shoko close. “I agree completely.” He said. “You know, this is why I like you, Shingen. You get that there is nothing better than being totally head over heels for your wife.”

Shoko and I smiled and shook our heads as we looked at each other. Though neither of us were complaining about our husbands being totally in love with us. It was rather nice. “Come on, let’s go in and get our tickets and our snacks.”The four of us headed inside and got our tickets. Then we got in line at the concessions. While we were waiting, we were called to by a familiar voice. “Oh my gosh! Can’t believe I’m running into you guys here! It must be a movie date night for everyone!”

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@bjorkshire-pudding @eventinelysplayground

[unremarkablehouse]

Story post-IWTB? I'd like to know more about that, please!!

Ask and you shall receive, here’s the unfinished draft. I actually have the majority written but I forgot about the story, choosing to write fluff instead 🤣

It’s not like he wanted the world to end in 2012 or for aliens to come and attempt to reclaim the human race. He didn’t even feel remotely sad that he wasn’t the one leading the battle to thwart the attack, dying and becoming a fugitive really quashed any savior complex he had. As Mulder realized that the timeline had changed, there would be no intergalactic Armageddon, his life force began to fade. He had made plans for 2012, none of which he had detailed to Scully, but she knew he’d thought about it. In her mind she hadn’t fathomed that everyone one of his plans and contingencies involved getting their son (and his adoptive parents) and bunkering down with them. The longing and wonder that he felt for William was akin to his search for Samantha, and the hope of being reunited with him kept him going until it didn’t. 

The grief he felt for his son enveloped his entire being as his heart lay broken and beyond repair.

Of the taboo topics that existed in their relationship William was pretty much top of the list, tied closely with The X files or any mention of government conspiracies. So Mulder never talked about what had been eating away at him, trying to internalize the pain like he had watched Scully do and try to pretend that he was fine.

But Mulder was far from fine, with no one to talk to and nothing he could do to change the situation the pain became a constant ache that he lost the energy to hide, finding himself engulfed in the heavy fog of depression. Scully had never seen him like this, so withdrawn and not responsive to her. Suddenly her Mulder avoided looking at her, recoiled from her touch and started sleeping on the couch. She begged him to get help, pleaded with him to talk to her, but he couldn’t hear her over the ocean of distance that had been placed between them. She couldn’t understand that the sight of her, something that had always brought him immense joy and comfort, now filled him with so much guilt and dispair. In his heart he believed that she would have been better off if he’d have stayed dead and spent sleepless nights imagining how her life would have been without him. The life she would live with their son, her friends and family had a life time of love that would make up for missing him. In that life his son would grow up knowing his mother and hearing about him through stories, surely that would be better than never knowing them at all? These dark thoughts played as a daily continuum, a constant discontented soundtrack he was unable to drown out. If only he’d have been able to turn it down low enough to notice that Dana Scully was floundering. Like two trees that had grown together, Mulder’s depression knocked Scully off balance. Her confidence and faith in the world had been shaken and she found herself heartbroken and in a perpetual state of disorientation. Not wanting to alert her mother to the issues she spent the weekend in a hotel room by the hospital. It felt frivolous at first, but as she cried her way through a 1hr deep tissue massage she suddenly found this sense of relief. In her hotel room she didn’t have a sense of fear, not knowing what mood she was talking into. As her heart lay wounded and exposed she craved a sense of control. By the second day Scully heard herself laugh out loud and was startled by the sound. As she ate her breakfast alone in the hotel's restaurant, she regretted leaving her phone up in the room and was forcing herself to try and get interested in the local travel guide she’d pick up. A small poodle mix puppy had broken free of his leash and had made a frantic dash towards the smell of food. The puppy had been distracted by his owner calling for him to stop that he hadn’t realized he was on a crash course for Scully’s table leg until it was too late. Paws flailing as he attempted to slow did little to lessen the impact as the tiny dog crashed into the table with a thump, knocking a piece of bacon off Scully’s plate in the process. The look of absolute delight and dumb luck that appeared on the dog’s face as he discovered the bacon made her truly laugh at the first time in awhile.

[gofancyninjaworld]

OPM Manga Update 231 Review: Turning Point

"I've never been afraid of the highest heights, or afraid of flying now.

I've never been afraid of the wildest fights, not afraid of dying."

-- 'Changed the way you kiss me' Example (2011)

Summary: Yes, it's worth going over

While this chapter follows the latter half of chapter 108 of the webcomic closely, it's not exactly the same. ONE hasn't forgotten that a lot has happened in the manga.

Biggest fucking awesome change: how strong Genos is now. Hoo hoo! Now he too can move mountains.

what heights he's ascended!

Some key differences are that the Hero Association isn't yet spiralling into crisis from scandals and excessive destruction. It's just close as it struggles to cover up from leaks. I suspect we know who the leaker is, McCoy[1], but let's not dwell on that.

I really do appreciate how more persistent Saitama has been in questioning Genos's sources. It's an important line of questions and one someone like Accel should have been asking.

And of course, Saitama laughing at the 'I'll twist you' campaign.

The least awesome change: Genos's thinking about the way Saitama views him is far more extreme, from merely not watching to never having given a crap.

and what depths you've plunged!

What's stayed, well... you know how someone brings you a really terrible present and you go 'oh, you shouldn't have'? Well, that's how I feel.

However, shall we go onto the meta?

Meta

"But now I want off this ride 'cause you're scaring me and I don't like where we're going."

The reason I've picked Example's song as the theme to this meta is that it's apposite in that its protagonist has no fear of external challenges but is undone by interpersonal discord. Yes, other things happened, but this is the ten-ton elephant in the room and I don't think anyone reading this is here for anything else.

Everything tragic starts as a joke

I've said it before elsewhere: serious issues start out as throwaway gags that ONE then revisits and then wham! hits us with the seriousness of it. Link for the interested.

Something that had become a running gag in the story is how Saitama bullshits Genos. He has a characteristic serious yet smiling face that radiates confidence. He first pulled that face to get out of Genos following him during his hero activities and since then, he's pulled it to get out of awkward situations. Genos falls for it Every. Single. Time. I've laughed about it, made a post about it (can't find it at the moment), and wondered when Genos would finally catch on.

it was a gag...

Reader, this tragedy is unfolding because Genos DID NOT CATCH ON. When Saitama, fishing for a compliment, pulled his confident bullshitting face, Genos believed that he was once again, speaking with the most profound wisdom and depth of truth.

...and now it's tragic as he's saying the cruelest thing

And that's a disaster because a world in which Saitama truly believes is that he can't tell whether Genos is growing stronger is a world in which Saitama telling Genos that he'd become stronger was a lie. Well, Genos wouldn't call it a lie. He'd call it Saitama telling him that to spare his feelings.

to pour dirt and doubt on this experience is borderline unforgivable

We know that Saitama's quizzical I-don't-really-get-it-but-here's-what-I-think face is the honest one and his trust-me-I-got-this face is his making shit up, but Genos doesn't know that. He hasn't known that and he's not magically able to divine the truth. If Saitama's careless words, delivered with apparent authority hit them hard, it's testament to how much Genos believes in his wisdom. If Saitama is being dismissive of his efforts that must be because his efforts deserve dismissal.

If Saitama was just being nice then, then where else was he just being nice? Did he really just want his own space or had he just barely tolerated Genos in his life? Like a loose string that unravels an entire garment, there's no end to things when one starts questioning the sincerity of someone you'd trusted.

how far does this go?

Like a maniac firing burning arrows of death

Let's talk about Saitama and the trail of destruction he so often leaves in his wake.

With this chapter, I'm at peace with ONE revising chapter 164 and deciding that Saitama and Garou weren't to talk it out. Like Child Emperor and Phoenixman's fight changed because Child Emperor -- a kid who forgets the most basic tenets of battle -- isn't yet the person who can credibly pull off the hyper-complex strategy initially displayed. Let's consider it a promise for the future direction of the character. One of these days, Saitama is going to be the guy who can sensitively and honestly speak to a troubled young man, deliberately sitting out the awkwardness such an encounter necessitates, but he is not yet that guy. Not today.

Too soon

It's interesting that this is at least the third time in not too many chapters that Satiama's way of dealing with things has backfired.

Garou. Saitama laughing at him to get him to do his worst in the confidence that he could outlast whatever tantrum Garou could throw led to a horrific tragedy.

Garou again. In the aftermath of Garou's defeat, Saitama refused to intervene, assuring Genos that the heroes would vent their anger and get tired without harming Garou. The interesting thing is that the manga shows almost immediately that Saitama is wrong about this and Garou is getting injured. Most heroes might not be superpowerful but they're plenty strong, there's a lot of them and they have not only their anger but their pain and frustration to unload. Plus, damnit, it's not on you to decide that someone else should be the sponge for someone's opprobrium.

Tatsumaki. You would think that after Garou, Saitama would have learned that it's not wise to let people go off on as long a tantrum as they want to, but no. He let her use him as a living wrecking ball. The damage they did is very directly responsible for much of the Hero Association's current troubles.

Genos. As we've seen, he's completely devastated. Saitama thinks he's just said something slightly silly.

Let me be totally clear about this. Saitama did not cause the insecurities that drove these characters. They own those. Saitama is not responsible for their actions. They own those too. But Saitama does sometimes do things that are deeply unhelpful, and he has almost no awareness of the consequences of what his careless words and actions lead to.

I wonder what reckoning ONE is preparing for Saitama. You know he likes to let the karmic debt pile up before he springs.

ONE: Assigned Troll At Birth

Reuse, restructure, repurpose

What was it that Drive Knight said? Everything that can be exploited must be? That's ONE in a nutshell here. I said long ago, back when chapter 133 broke and we saw Genos take on Psykos-Orochi, that ONE was running out of monsters capable of giving Genos a tough time if the Earth was still to be a going concern. And so he's been creative.

When you can tell a monster that can do this to take a number and wait until Tatsumaki is ready to deal with it, regular monsters need not apply

ONE has repurposed what was once a sad conversation into a weapon. With that weapon, he has broken Genos's heart. In the worst way -- almost as if by accident.

We can see that Genos has attained the very heights of power that he said he could not imagine ever aspiring to. We can see that not only has he acquired power, but his example has been so strong and compelling that the famously independent and uncooperative S-Class heroes followed in his wake, led by none other than the first patron saint of I-work-with-no-one-unless-I-respect-them-and-that's-nearly-none-of-you himself, Atomic Samurai. We can see that he's won over the skeptical to the point that they'll invite him to the most secret meetings and listen to him for hours. Literally.

All of that is worthless if Genos can't see his own achievements, value, and worth for himself. So that's where ONE's decided to hit him. Look at the poor guy: he looks almost on the point of tears.

ONE, you nearly made him cry, you bastard

Fortunately for Genos, he distinguishes himself from the other character we've seen mourning having the rug pulled out from under his life, Superalloy Darkshine, in not having forgotten why he came to Saitama in the first place. It was not to become a hero, although he's come to value it as an identity. It was not to befriend Saitama, although he has treasured it greatly. It was to become strong enough to defeat a horrific evil. And he's not letting go of that for anything.

If what's cooking in the manga is anything like what's going on in the webcomic, rarely has there been a more justified fight. Gambatte, Oni Cyborg San!

Genos has no plans to abandon Saitama. I wonder what will happen once the worst of the shock fades.

What now?

Well, it's a turning point all right, but not for the better. Precisely because their relationship has been much warmer in the manga than it has in the webcomic, Saitama seemingly showing that he doesn't care after all is a brutal shock for Genos. It's a misunderstanding we really hope to see resolved quickly, but as we know, these two fools really suck at talking things through.

This could be quite the saga before it's solved. I just hope it doesn't lead to tragedy.

Oh yes: there are many gags in One-Punch Man. Beware, any of them could be the next tragedy.

Asides

[1] It's interesting that the most flagrantly corrupt HA official, McCoy, is the guy most actively looking to undermine the HA. While posing as a help. Talk about a saboteur!

The nice thing about having an evil organization known as 'The Organization' is that one can be technically truthful while lying.

[loudstan]

You definitely should post the chenle fic in the way it came. Like, is impossible to have roses and cadys all the time.

Lets be honest, Jaemin was all the time LIKE ALL THE TIME on yn and people is like "oooo so romantic is obvious bc is his soul mate and he needs to take care of her and blah blah blah" and people use the is a werewolf thing to put a explanation on his almost obsession behavior.

Like Jeno said:

Doyoung literally make his yn sick and tired with mixed sings and she was that desperate she drank a poison to brake the bond

Jisung really needs to work on his insecurities bc no matter how hard yn loves him, Jisung still needs to learn how to be an alpha and an adult, and part of that is dealing with the insecurities

Haechan, that little man, I love him truly, but girl, if I were his yn, I would be so mad about him for the way he literally forces his presence in my life. Even if the pull was there and my current bf is an asshole, things can not be the way he wants all the time. Like, literally dude, just chill a bit bc my own head is messed up I don't need more stress.

Mark really needs to grow some balls bc yes Jeno was right if it wasn't bc yangyang was getting his dick wet by mark's yn and Haechan pushing him to go to the testing thing, Mark would stay at home over thinking and crying on himself. Literally, he took the lead at the end bc the pull was too hard since they were having indirect sex.

Taeyong, THE LIDER, couldn't be an adult and talk about his fears with his human. yn end prefers to hide and put his body on a neglected state.

People in chenle fic might hate or not on yn, and some would blame the werewolf thing bc Chenle is there with a toxic person. But bro, boys get in those situations too and they suffer too and Chenle is a 22 dude who just discovered his souls mete who he "have" to be with even if he knows is bad for him bc at the end of the day is his soul mate and he loves her but it hurts so he is there just thaking whatever yn has to offer bc is all he can do. Bro is between a wall and a toxic person he loves and that shit happens all the time.

POST THE TOXIC FIC

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

HAHAHAH I SHALL POST THE TOXIT FIC THANK YOU

I haven't finished writing it but now I feel more confident about posting whatever I end up writing

[fallout4-reacts]

How would the companions feel about a SS with a really slow reaction time, like taking a moment to get a joke, having trouble avoiding hits from weapons, etc

It certainly took me a long time… (I had a slow reaction lmfao) I admit that, unlike many others, my creative side suffers when I live too many things… not fun. I persist, though,  I don't let you down, which is why I maintain the Masterlist up to date. So this is a slow reacting Sole. Nick may have something here.

Cait : It was manageable as long as they stayed close to the Boston ruins.

In general.

Cait was conscious that Sole seemed a little light at times, but nothing too significant. Anyway, a few psycho shots here and there, and Cait had lost interest.

But things didn't always go as planned. A gunner with a happy trigger and Sole looks left and right before understanding they're being shot. Or the raiders who mocked Sole for 10 minutes before Cait grew mad. And Sole remained there, attempting to comprehend what had just been stated to them, before exploding with wrath as if they had only recently arrived in town.

"Eh! You are not business owners! You are thugs attempting to rob me!"

Cait palmfaces herself before smashing the last with her baseball bat.

"They didn't put an Assaultron's processor in your terminal, did they?"

Sole offers her an empty stare. Then the realization dawns on them: "Oh, you did notice?" They appear to be embarrassed by it.

Cait places a confident hand on their shoulder. "No need to fret, I've got the quick deals covered from here on out. But ya, listen up. Pull out the weapon if I tell ya it’s spurts. Otherwise, I reckon the Commonwealth ain't gonna have enough stimpacks to handle whatever you decide to catch as a bullet."

Cait's words appear to have encouraged Sole. They make the decision to blindly believe the fighter. May the Gods help the commonwealth.

Codsworth : It's nothing new for the butler. Nate had done an excellent job of preparing him. It's a tragedy to request Sole for an addition by adding a division. It's better to also remove the nuances. The innuendo? The greatest way to see them on the mat for two days, contemplating what they had missed.

He travels with Sole in this post-apocalyptic world, attempting to get rid of any problems of this kind. "They shoot at us, mother/sir." - "This man offends you, Sole." - "They ask if you don't have some caps so he can eat."

Then they save this wretched detective. Things are getting really complicated now. This synth has a habit of speaking in Innuendo and Sole bugs so frequently that the domestic robot ends up takin the other apart for a little talk.

"Very well, let us establish this clearly. It's not the swiftest contraption on the circuit, sir/madam. But they are not imbeciles, and you must cease treating them as such."

Nick appears astonished. "I ain't one who regards 'em as fools!" He exclaims.

"Do kindly cease with the innuendo and diminutive inside jests, if you please. Most importantly, I hear you say once more: "Well, I shall conduct a diagnostic while you ingest this serpent’ I assure you, next occasion, I shall procure an authentic serpent to compel YOU to ingest."

Nick appears to be growing increasingly surprised. He has not a reputation for making fun of others, and he didn't feel like it. He would make a remark or two about the speed with which Sole absorbed the information, but he didn't think he'd been impolite. He assures the butler that he would pay more attention in the future, attempting to discover the simplest and most direct method to communicate with Sole.

Curie : Curie had plenty of time to think about it before finally releasing her truster from her century-old jail. Every piece of information appears to take ten years to gather. Surprisingly, it does. It reminds Curie of one of those terminals that always appears to take longer to digest the information than the others, but at least it gets in. Curie recognises that she must be patient. Then, as they make their way to the vault, one of the damned molerats who escaped them leaps upon Sole's neck. Curie reacts quickly and extracts it from the poor human, burning it to ashes. However, it is too late. Sole is most likely contaminated.

"Oh, dear, what shall we do, my good sir/madam?”

"How about a stimpack?"

"However, this affliction! There was but a solitary opportunity! Only one dose!"

Sole frowns. They remain frozen for an extended period of time. Curie tries to assist them.

"The dosage that you shall administer unto the child.”

"The dose that...yes, I'll gave the child the cure." They appear enlightened, proud to keep up the conversation.

"But then, how shall you indulge yourself?”

"With the help of a stimpack."

"But, for the molerat's decease!"

"Ah!" Sole shrugs, "we have to save the child."

"Are you still committed to the noble cause of rescuing the child?"

"What would you do in this situation?"

"I remember you I am a Contagions Vulnerability Robotic Infirmary Engineer, impervious to any form of affliction.”

Sole scratched their head, trying to figure out how to connect the dots. Curie leads them forward, not wanting to loiter too long. "It matters not to comprehend it right now, for we shall ascertain in due course.”

Then, as they set up camp on the outskirts of Boston at night, Sole burst into tears unexpectedly. Curie hurried.

"Goodness gracious, what in the world is happening?"

"I have an incurable disease!"

Curie then experiments with what appears to be human irritation.

Danse : He encourages this civilian to come into the police station and get some equipment. Sole stands there, tapping their hands.

"Civilian, I have instructed you to ready yourself for our imminent mission."

"OK, OK. I'm getting ready...um, but what exactly do you mean by preparation?"

"We have surplus purified water, ammunition, rad-away, rad-x, take anything you might need."

Sole joyfully approaches the counter that shows Danse. They already know that this post-apocalyptic environment doesn't have many of these fortune, so it's a tremendous gift to be offered.

Then Rhys exclaims, "Catches fast!"

Sole receives a can of water behind their head before they can figure out what's going on. They revolve slowly while stroking their neck.

"But, but..."

And Rhys do it again with two others cans who attack them like missiles. To say that Danse is catastrophed is an understatement.

"Rhys!" Heylan chastises. "How dare you?"

Rhys appears perplexed. "Wait, they don't have reflexes?"

Sole, embarrassed, picks up the three water cans that have fallen on the ground. Danse approaches his man.

"In any case, these circus act manners have no place in the Brotherhoods of Steel. And you should have known better than to continue after the first can."

Rhys lowers his head, embarrassed. "Sorry, Sole, but I won't do it again." He doesn't like this freelancer, but he also doesn't want to harm them.

Danse rumbles a little more before turning to Sole. "Are you all done?"

Sole puts their water in a bag. "Here it is, the water is tidy."

Danse raises his brow. "I mean, to prepare you."

"Oh!" Sole returned to the counter and grabbed whatever they believed might be useful. "Here it is, everything is tidy."

"Certainly…"

Danse walks to the door, thinking that a least, Sole have courage and a fine aim when it comes to killing abominations.

Deacon : "Oh, I do love self-deprecating humor, but I'm afraid I'm not very good at it." Deacon then busted up laughing.

Sole gives him an unsettled glance. "It's unfortunate for you not to be good at something you love."

"Oh no, wait, you don't understand." But Deacon, as brilliant as he is at making jokes, is uncomfortable explaining it. "What I meant was… that's what you see, self-deprecating humor…it's…"

"Oh, I just figured it out!" Sole laughs, "Oh, she's good!"

Deacon wipes his brow with relief. When it's too subtle, leave a cool-down. Got it.

Dogmeat : The good dog is ecstatic to be following his new master. Then the New Master and him gets at Concord. The New Master approaches one first raider as if it were a stroll through the park.

"Eh!" they exclaim. "Are you the one who threw sticks at my butler? That's not very nice!" 

Sole is shot by this first raider. They takes the round into their arms and, shocked, notices the injury. The dog leaps upon Sole's shoulders and slams them to the ground behind a low wall.

"But they're shooting at me!" Sole finally understands.

They then pull out their revolver and don't bother asking questions, much to Dogmeat's relief. Because they don't have a crumb of it, the good poop swears to devote all of his instincts to his New Master.

Elder Maxson : “…so I ask you to go down to the island and clean it up for me.”

“It’ll take more than a day! It’s ruins!”

Maxson looks at Sole in astonishment, to say the least. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, you mean, kill every stray! Okay, at your command."

While Sole turns their heels to the vertibirds, Maxson glances at Danse and whispers, "Good luck."

Danse nods. Fortunately, Sole is a good shooter…

Hancock : Sole remains frozen for an extended period of time. Nick is no longer harassed by the butler, but he recalls his admonition.

"Uh Hancock, meets Sole." He's attempting to figure out how to get things going.

"You just killed him?" Inquire the newbie.

“Yeah, he threatened me," the mayor replies.

"He made a threat against the mayor. And you invited him to come talk to you. And you murdered him."

"Sole, uh? You know who I am?”

"A ghoul that talks?"

Hancock shrugs his shoulders and casts a glance at Nick. He grins. "My young friend, I am the Mayor."

"Oh!" Sole appears to have finally grasped the concept. "So, yeah, killing him was preferable. I get it now."

"Oh, if I get it right, they didn't bother putting a ten speed in the damn box,” Hancock observes.

"But he's not stupid!" Stated Nick swiftly. "All you have to do is... give the information time to get to it. Even if the information is as deadly as a bullet in the back."

Hancock offers Nick a shocked expression. "Sorry?"

"When it shoots around, it's better to let Sole know, because if you expect a reflex, it's going to bleed."

"You're talking about me!" Sole said.

"Just the usual recommendations," Nick insists. "This world is… hard… and it often goes very fast."

"Too damn fast," Hancock grumbles. Sometimes, movin' at a pace that's just too damn quick for my likin'.”

"Oh, I can understand it so much!" Exclaims the newcomer. "It always seems to move too quickly for me."

Hancock gasps in laughter and hands them a Jet inhaler. "Listen up, brother/sister. 'Cause I gotta be honest, I already feel like I'm fallin' head over heels for ya. Grab this here, and if your can's hollering at ya, pop a solid dose. Ya gonna start noticin' that ya movin' faster than this here rock we call home, catches me?”

While Nick scolds, Sole pockets the gift with a wide smile.

"Not sure it's a good idea to fuck up the gray cells on top of that."

Hancock dismiss with a "pfff" sound. "It'll be a real sweet deal for 'em. And if the light's gone, I've got Mentats.”

Gage : "The water gun's stashed away in that there locker!"

"But how will a water gun help me against a power armor?"

"I done told ya it was a blasted power armor with one of them fancy electrical systems. Sending water is gonna fry those circuits faster than a molerat in a radstorm."

"Oh, I understand!"

Not too soon, Porter reasoned. He witnessed them in the Gauntlet when this dude/girl took shots like they couldn't feel pain, but if they were to play hot hand, Gage would surely want to take on them. He'd almost certainly win.

MacCready : "I take 200 tax caps when walking in irradiated water pools."

“I understand,” says Sole. Then they frowns and replies, "Wait a minute. Why would I pay you 200 caps extra for a wad of water you have to walk over every day?"

Mac chuckles. He will have attempted. They must not be taken in. Sole may be slow to get the point, but they can rationalize. Meanwhile, Mac's rifle has their back, and the person, they're not too bad of a boss.

Nick Valentine : He is relieved when the Butler announces that he is returning to Sanctuary and leaving Sole in the care of the detective. This robot has something threatening that he dislikes. Perhaps a tad overprotective for this poor soul, but it puts him on a tightrope. Nick realized what was going on pretty fast with Sole. You don't make little ironic jokes, or they will lose track of the subtlety. But he's genuine. He wishes to assist Sole. Sounds like a fine person who has seen too much in too short.

He swiftly takes the beat and realizes that when the balls start whistling, his priority is to put Sole away until the bug learns and pulls out their gun. Aside from that, after all the data is in, they are incredibly fine-tuned. If we give them enough time to think about it, they might make a great detective. They found this damned hit man's lair because, with all Nick threw at them as information, Sole drew out a profile that would impress colleagues.

"Some are in the box. Perhaps too much, which would explain why there are traffic jams?"

"Are there traffic jams? But there isn't a working vehicle, is there?"

Nick waits with his arms crossed.

"You mean in my head? Yes, I confess it. Thank you; this is the first time anyone has understood."

Nick gives a small smile. He genuinely likes Sole.

Piper : "I'm not a trader. Right now, I'm just trying to... understand and survive." 

Piper eyes widening.

"Shut! Just play along, I ask! Please!"

Sole gives the reporter a blank stare. "Play to what?"

Danny becomes impatient in the speaker. "Piper, what are you doing?"

Sole is now getting it. "Oh, I'm a trader from... Quincy? Yes, Quincy, I have a lot of... supplies."

Piper casts a glance at Sole but manages to improvise and eventually grants them admission. She moves her gaze to the new as the door opens.

"You're really something, eh? But thank you for participating."

"Yeah, sorry, sometimes I take a little time to understand…all the time."

The journalist's grin broadens. "No worries. Now that I know, come with me and I'll filter. Thank you once again."

With that, she finally enters her city, where she is met by a rather dreary mayor.

Preston : They must be a moron. They are standing there, about to be shot. Definitely an irradiated bulb moron.

Preston notices a dog rush on the newcomer and rescues them. He knows who Dogmeat is. He had no idea Dogmeat was taking desperate causes.

Then, whoa!

The new one returns and destroys everything! Some argue that you shouldn't make snap judgments. This individual is proof. The treats are down in less time than it takes Preston to fire three shots.

"Damn! Slow at first, but after... Hey! Over here, on the balcony!"

Strong : “Puny human strong. Puny human doesn't react to bullets”

“What bullets?”

“Puny human amazing! Puny human doesn’t feel pain?”

Sole suddenly seems to realize that they are being shot. They scream, turn to the mutant who targeted them, and burst his brain.

“Puny human… funny… Strong likes it."

For his part, Rex seems to think they are a simple mind. He tries to explain his mission to them, and the new one just stares at him with an empty expression. Then suddenly, the light was there.

"Teaching super mutants art! That might be a good idea."

“It could have, but it’s not.”

“But you convinced Strong.”

“In a way, yes.”

“Strong wants to find milk of human kindness.”

Sole looks at Strong for a long time, then nods.

"We’ll try, my friend. We’ll try."

Strong love Sole. 

X6-88 : "Why a recall code?"

"In order to... completely erase Gabriel's memory, I explained it to you."

"Yes, but why?"

With a heavy sigh, the Courser grips the bridge of his nose.

Standing up, Sole widens their eyes. "Oh! Because he defied the Institute, and you don't want that to happen again!"

"Indeed."

"I understand now!"

"It seems…"

He exhales another breath. Okay, left them time for some downtime. Every. Single. Time. X6 is capable of this... He'll have to do it one way or another.

[noname-nonartist]

Do you ship anyone in JJK?

(Ignore the inconsistencies/wonky-ness, I rushed the vid rip)

Oh boy, are you ready for a long post?! Because I do have a good amount of ships that I really like in jjk! ^w^

However, I shall list them all off from most popular to the more niche ones that I really love. Keep in mind this is my own opinion and that I honestly have a monkey brain, so my explanation for why I like them may seem incoherent. =w=;

Well! Let’s go! My favorite ships in jjk!

Gojo X Geto

Let’s start with the two strongest! I ship them because of the their opposite ideology when it comes to strength. They are also foils of each other in a lot of way. They may be different but are very similar too. And like, I love the little interactions between them, and how at the end of the Hidden Inventory Arc their ideology switch! Plus… It’s a very angsty pairing too, and I do love me some angst~ >:3c

Yuji X Megumi

Another pair of opposites! I normally don’t really ship the protagonists with the deuteragonist in Shonen series, but I do here in jjk. Because they actually feel like friends in the beginning that can grow into something deeper. They are opposite once again due to their ideology. Yuji want to do his best to save everyone, while Megumi is more picky.

However, they are also similar in a sense that they value their own life less than others. Both are basically suicidal which is excellent for some juicy angst~~ X3c

Yuta X Maki

“Whaaaaa? Yuta and Maki? Isn’t Maki a lesbian tho?” I hear the fandom say. In which I respond “Nah, she’s Bi~”

Okay, but in all seriousness. I do ship them a lot tho. There just so much content and moments with them, you know?! Like and they are a pair of opposites yet again! They are extremely strong but their ideology is different. Maki is a starch individual, who fight for her own self love and not really for the sake of others. Whereas, Yuta fights for the sake of others that he love, but not really out of self love for himself. The chance for character growth for both parties are huuuge! :3c

Kasumi X Kokichi

What else is there to say about this ship? But that it’s an excellent tragic love story~

Okay, but like with all the other ships that I love. They are a pair of opposites that are very similar. Kasumi is considered “Useless Miwa” while Kokichi is one of the strongest of the Kyoto Kids. But both have a deep desire to connect which is a rarity in the whole of Jujutsu. However, due to Kokichi’s flaw, he pushed Kasumi away due to her weakness in order to protect her. But it was this very action that hurts Miwa the most. It’s all very tragic and I love it! >:Dc

Nobara X Mai

Okay, I seriously love this ship. Like sooooo bad! Like it’s my favorite!

The huge reason why I ship them because of the opportunities they could have if they bonded and get to know each other. It’s the whole enemies to lover trope! Like they hate each other at first, but here’s the thing. They may be different but they are also very similar too. Both are essentially normal bitchy girls. However, both express their girlhood differently, Nobara is egotistical and is very confident. Whereas, Mai have very little self love and is not at all confident.

Both had a chance to learn and grow from each other! And I’ll be forever saddened that it’ll never happen in the manga. ;—;

Junpei X Nanako

“Huhhhh??? That’s a ship??? They don’t even meet in canon tho!”

And yes! It is true that they haven’t meant in canon. But this is where you have reached the point of the post where we are straying from cannon and into this AU fic series that I’ve been hyper-fixated on for months now.

The fic where we first see their interactions would be in “Exponential Growth” in where Nanako and Mimiko are transferred to Junpei’s school just before winter break. And their friendship and interactions is just *chef’s kiss* I love it so much! Like Nanako sees Junpei for who he is, and still accepts him since to her “he isn’t boring at least.”

Plus! It’s the loser boy x popular girl trope that’s so much fun! *w*

Nanami X Michi

(Art done by me lol)

Oh yeah, we are heading into the Cannon X OC territory now, babyyyyy! I don’t care if you think it’s cringe! Cringe culture is dead! Michi is an OC within the AU, but like he is written so well and have such a compelling arc! He first appeared in “Exponential Decay” and have another major role in “Exponential Growth” too. But the fic within the AU that had me actively start shipping Michi with Nanami is “Butterfly Curve”.

Like I don’t wanna say too much, but if you read those scenes and interactions, you would ship them too! Hopefully anyway… •3•;

Naoya X Li

(Art on the left done by me again lol)

Oh boy… Now this ship is gonna be the most controversial one due to Naoya being Naoya. It’s another Cannon X OC ship. The character Li appears in “The Inugami Family” and she is such a compelling character.

Here’s the thing, both Li and Naoya are very similar despite their different circumstances within the clan. Both bonded over being essentially alone. For they are not being their true self, and only hide it. Li, pretending to be perfect, while Naoya plays up his horribleness. Both have such an interesting and nuanced relationship. It’s twisted and messed up, but it’s the one that they only had.

Super good! Highly recommend checking it out! ^w^

[elladcat]

●Evil Queen x Yandere!Servant!Reader Fluff●

Note: I also posted this on wattpad, my account is EllaDCat, please go check that out if you're interested!

Warning: yandere tendencies, blood/gore, violence, mention of death, murder, etc.

Summary: You're her most trusted servant who believes that she is the most beautiful unlike any other. One day, she orders you to lure in and kill the princess, and you oblige to do so.

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[Y/n POV]

No one could ever love the queen more than I do. Unlike them, I deeply adore and respect her, especially her utmost beauty which she takes the most pride in.

Ever since she became the new queen after the former queen died, I started to fall in love with her and pledged my loyalty to her and only her. I wish for nothing more than to be used and praised by her.

Growing up, I used to be a peasant without knowing what my future held in store for me, until I was offered a job as a servant for the royal family. However, it did not make me feel as happy as I thought. Instead, it felt so dull and uneventful despite my decent pay and such.

But when Queen Grimhilde married the king and became the new queen, I felt like I had a real purpose in life. It seemed like she had given me a reason for my dull existence, and I am forever grateful to her for giving me one.

Her Majesty, who had seen my loyalty towards her, was quite pleased and would like me to be her personal servant, to which I agreed, of course. She would talk about things, and I would listen to her while accompanying her, even complimenting her graceful looks just to see her beautiful smile.

Her beautiful smile...

No matter what happens, I will not let any disgusting barbarians harm her or taint her graceful looks. I will forever follow her until the end of our time.

This morning, Her Majesty has called upon me, and I shall go without hesitation.

I entered the throne room and knelt before Her Highness. She takes a seat with such grace and confidence as she always has.

Y/n: "What do you wish to speak to me, Your Highness?"

Evil Queen: "My dear faithful servant, I have a task for you that needs to be rid of."

I raise my head to look at my queen with a determined gaze. I knew what she meant - if someone had offended her or insulted her looks, she would summon me to silence them, and I would comply.

It didn't bother me because I had poisoned the king and lied to everyone that he had passed away due to sickness and old age, and I was ordered by her. And it angered me that someone would dare to speak up of my queen's name and beauty.

Y/n: "State their name and I will happily take the task."

Evil Queen: "It is my stepdaughter, Snow White, who needs to be rid of. You will take her far into the forest and find a secluded glade where she can pick wildflowers for her late parents. Then you will kill her!"

I wasn't fazed by her words of wanting me to kill the princess. I don't care much about Snow White despite her kind nature; I'm still loyal to the queen, and if she asks me to end her life, then I will gladly do so.

I'm quite aware that she deeply loathed her stepdaughter's beauty and how much she despises her for it, and I, of course, tell her that she will always be the most beautiful woman than any other women I've ever met.

Y/n: "Yes, of course, Your Highness. I will do my best."

Queen Grimhilde smiled at my words.

Evil Queen: "Good. Bring back her heart in this, my dear faithful servant."

She brought out a box for me to take it, and I accepted it and left the throne room to do my task. I will not fail my queen.

I am taking the princess to the forest away from civilization by horseback riding. Once we're there, she will be collecting flowers for her late parents while I stay behind, standing near a tree and watching her silently.

Snow White picks up every piece of colorful flower she can find while humming a song, unaware that her fate will be cut short soon.

I look around the area to see if anyone is nearby. Fortunately, no one is there to witness me do the horrible deed. I stealthily walk up behind her, slowly taking my dagger out as the princess is being distracted by a juvenile blue bird, unaware of my presence.

Just as she says goodbye to it, she turns and notices me raising my dagger. She tries to scream, but I quickly cover her mouth and plunge the dagger deep into her abdomen.

Her once beautiful blue dress is now painted red as I continue to stab her body until she is no longer moving.

I stare down at the now deceased princess who lies with her own blood. Her blood paints the forest floor and the wildflowers. Even her blood manages to land on my right cheek as I clean it off with my gloved hand.

My eyes shift to the bloody dagger in my hand, then shift back to her corpse.

I am a bit saddened that I had to take her life away, but what's done is done, and I don't want to disappoint my queen's orders.

But at least she will be reunited with her family in the afterlife, for she is too kind and pure-hearted to learn that the world is cruel. People like me are cruel and selfish, and the prince whom she met with is no different either. I do not trust him.

I began to harvest her heart with my dagger and placed it inside the box. All I need to do now is to hide her and the evidence, and fortunately, I'm really good at it. That way, no one will know what happened to her as I ride back to the castle.

Her death will be passed off as nothing more than sickness tomorrow.

I entered the throne room and knelt down, raising the box to show her that I have succeeded in my task.

Y/n: "Here is the heart of Snow White that you wished for, Your Highness."

Queen Grimhilde smiled as she rose from her throne and walked towards me gracefully. She grabbed the box from my hands and placed her hand on my head, caressing my hair as she spoke.

Evil Queen: "Thank you, my dear faithful servant."

After hearing that, I smile up at her.

Y/n: "Of course, it is my duty to serve you, Your Highness."

She nodded and gestured with her hand for me to rise up and follow her behind. We went to another room where the Magic Mirror is.

She showed the box to it and spoke.

Evil Queen: "Magic Mirror on the wall, who is now the fairest one of all?"

Magic Mirror: "Snow White is the fairest one of all, for even in death, she remains the most beautiful one of all."

I gasp silently when she throws the box towards the mirror, shattering it into pieces. Queen Grimhilde glares at the now broken mirror, with hatred and rage filling her eyes as her hands fold into fists while she grits her teeth in frustration.

Evil Queen: "Even when she's gone, I'm still not as beautiful as her..."

I went up beside her and told her this.

Y/n: "Do not listen to what that mirror said, Your Highness. Even if what it said was true, it did not hold true for me, for I have always believed that you're the most beautiful one among the rest."

I gave her a smile and waited for her to respond. Queen Grimhilde turned to look at me in silence, and she too smiled at my words.

Evil Queen: "I am glad that I have you, my dear faithful servant."

At least, in her mind, there is someone who believes what she always believes - herself to be the most beautiful one of all.

[The End]

[idcpxseur]

so lets start from the beginning

so lets talk pdh, right? cuz thats the very beginning. for the most part, im planning to leave s1 of pdh alone aside from upping the intensity of the bullying (to make it more realistic) and just generally feel more like a teen slice of life drama rather than a harem anime where the protag chooses the shittiest love interest imaginable.

im also adding some mental health stuff just to generally make this more realistic! so lets get into it, this is the structure of my pdh rewrite!

Let's start with our leading lady, shall we?

Aphmau Shalashaska is a 14 year old freshman girl who has been homeschooled starting from fourth to eighth grade. She starts the series off as naive, though not as innocent as many people believe. She is known as the school's sweetheart, though many people suspect that she hides her intentions with a saccrine smile. To the people who know her, though, they know that her words are true and her motivations are pure. She is a light in many people's darkness, though her own world is casted in shadow...

basically i changed little to nothing about aphmau's character, aside from changing the years she was homeschooled. i decided to make her more sheltered but not completely sheltered.

i think i'm going to tweak her backstory to make it make more sense. i want her to actually (kind of) know about her father. he sends sylvanna (barely any) child support for her, to which sylvanna just gives it to aphmau directly because it isnt enough to actually do anything with.

im also going to ramp up the bullying and make it actually effect her and how she interacts with people, especially her love interests and friends.

the ending arc for aphmau in s1 is that she grows more confident and learns to rely on her friends when she's having difficulties with things. she wont end up with any of her love interests, but the trio end up extremely close. her and aaron will also end up extremely close and he will be introduced to the friendgroup (i dont like how theyre all kind of seperate) but he'll kind of be the "friend by proxy" because it will take a little longer for them to warm up (not anyone's fault, aaron is just... harder to befriend because he's an awkward dude)

as for her realtionships, here's my general plan for them (i had to split it up so aaron, laurence, and garroth under the cut!!)

Aaron

"It's weird. I thought those two hated each other. But now they seem inseparable. I just don't get it."

"Aaron? Yeah he's pretty weird. He has this whole dark and broody thing going on but he's such a squishy soul! He's like a pitbull! ...People think I hate him? Why would I hate my best friend?"

Aphmau is going to have more of a brother/sister relationship with aaron, they will NOT be the endgame ship of this rewrite. i detailed this in my pinned post, but i will reiterate: i do NOT like aarmau for the creepy, predatory way it is written. therefore i will just simply not include it in my rewrite. dont like it, dont have to read it <3

their story arc will stay largely the same. they meet online as FC/Shu (although i probably will change their nicknames because those are LAME) and meet irl in werewolf class. despite aaron defending her in person, they heavily dislike each other and bicker constantly. aph doesnt know she becomes the alpha female and aaron doesnt know that she is the girl that he's been talking to this whole time.

as FC and Shu they become thick as thieves, absolute partners in crime. they ARE aware of their age gap and there is no romantic feelings. they see each other as siblings and treat each other as such. they banter and bicker and fight but they genuinely care for each other. "i hate you, FC!!!" "i love you too, shu" becomes a daily part of their conversations.

Garroth

"He's so stoic, but around her... He becomes so gentle that it almost feels like he's a different person. She's his world."

"I think everyone but Aphmau herself sees the way he looks at her."

garroth is the first person to fall in love with aphmau. he stays quiet about his feelings for fear of ruining their friendship although he does quietly dream of something more.

garroth was always the first person that aphmau called on. his quiet and more serious demeanor was sought out as a comforting shoulder to listen to. before they knew that they were childhood friends, they had always described themselves as "platonic soulmates" (the word platonic made garroth internally wither and die but he kept that smile)

after, though? they were practically joined at the hip. partly because of their mothers and partly because they just wanted to. there was a select amount of boys that sylvanna allowed in her house (the only others being dante and travis, after many trials of proving that they ONLY have platonic feeligns for her daughter and NOTHING more) and the only boy that doesnt get her heavy surveillance

and that's how aphmau falls. breaking down his serious walls and getting to see his silly and goofy side that he keeps hidden made her fall before she even realized that she was falling

Laurence

"There he goes again, another girl wrapped around his finger."

"Laurence? He's so sweet and gentle! Sure, he's a big flirt, but he means well. I know that he would be by my side if I ever needed him."

if garroth's love is a gentle misty rain, laurence's is a fucking typhoon. strong and loud and passionate. he doesnt fall as fast. he even teases garroth about falling for someone so easily, but he very quickly learns why garroth fell so hard.

when laurence discovers his feelings, he immediately made it incredibly obvious. however, if aphmau flirted back, he'd become a blushing mess.

there was always boundaries with his flirting when they were friends. he never touched her, not in a way that could be seen as romantic. his hands always stayed firmly to themselves. but once he falls? he cant keep his hands off of her (nonsexually, obviously). constant shoulder touches, brushes of the hand that he plays off "oh aphmau if you wanted to hold my hand, you could've just asked!"

cupping her chin and cheeks, leaning in close so he gets an excuse to admire her face. the list goes on and on.

aphmau notices this, but she just thinks that theyre getting closer as friends. what makes her fall for him, however, was his gentleness. he was always the first person to tell her that she was beautiful, how kind she was, how thoughtful she was. he was her #1 fan, her absolute cheerleader. she had never had someone tell her that and now to hear it constantly made her heart flutter.

unlike garroth, she realized that she was falling for him pretty quickly. and that was about the time she realized her feelings for garroth, too.

[eilinelsghost]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks very much to @sallysavestheday and @thelordofgifs for the tag! I don't think I've ever done this one before, so let's give this a try.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 27

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 164,434

3. What fandoms do you write for? Only the Silmarillion

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? - Atandil (part 1 of the series by the same name) - Atanatárissë - Grief in All Her Guises (Atandil part 2) - In Memory Untarnished (Atandil part 8) - Ye Shall Render Blood (Atandil part 4).

5. Do you respond to comments? Yep! I think I have responded to all of them, but I'm sorry if one fell through the cracks there. Comments are honestly a huge part of what keeps me writing and I want to make sure they know I've seen and appreciate them.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably In These Holy Waters? Though I got a lot of screaming in the comments on A Heady Fragrance of Honey also, so I'll drop that in as an honorable mention.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Feeling convicted about how hard this is to find a happy one lol. I think probably By Any Other Name, which was a little Finrod/Bëor fluff piece I wrote for @actual-bill-potts last year.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not so far. Or wait, maybe? There was a weird anon about one of the sentence prompt ficlets on here awhile back where Bëor was having a lot of intentional "accidental-innuendos," but I don't think I'll dignify that by calling it fic hate.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I wrote two (here and here since they're posted anon), but not sure if I'll try my hand at that again or not. It was really a really helpful exercise to work past a lot of baggage I still had from growing up in a very conservative family where shame was the prevailing attitude toward anything related to sex. But I don't know that I'll write more - it's very out of my comfort zone 😂

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I'm not sure what a crossover is, so that probably means no?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! One of the aforementioned smut pieces was just translated a couple months ago.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not so far, but @actual-bill-potts and I periodically joke about co-writing a modern Finrod/Bëor AU so who knows what might happen :)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Surprising no one but myself (I was initially a hater and reread the Athrabeth to prove to myself it was impossible...and came out of that with a series that's 135k and counting), it's Finrod/Bëor.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Probably this Dior Eluchíl idea. I'm very attached to it, but I think I may have permanently stalled on it.

16. What are your writing strengths? Worldbuilding and dialogue, I think? But I'm horrible at listing strengths (looking at you dreaded resume process), so it may be something entirely different. These are the ones I feel most confident about, at least.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Humor, believable flirtation, battles, politics, trade strategies etc etc etc

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I do this occasionally in Atandil, but I tend to like it less for full dialogue and more for passing words - if Balan is hearing Finrod say something to another Elf in order to stress the otherness, or if they each fall back on words in their own tongue when not finding the right one in the other's. I think full dialogue would be a struggle for me.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Silm - first and only!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Oh god. Uh. I do not know. I'm particularly fond of Darkly the Sundering Flood - one of the few I was genuinely pleased with from the get- go (normally I have a 1-2 week hate period after I post anything). But And Still the Light Returns is also a top contender from Atandil because I really enjoyed exploring the parent-child dynamics between Balan and both his sons. Also because of the duck story. I dearly love the duck story.

Thanks so much for the tag! I've been out on a work trip for the last week and not on Tumblr much, so I have no idea who has been tagged in this so far...just ignore this if you've already had one. 😂 Tagging @that-angry-noldo, @searchingforserendipity25, @outofangband, @melestasflight, and anyone else who would like to join in!