#i think i'm going to treat the weeks as a whole not do dailies

[pynkhues]

sooooooo... i see you reblogged kinktober post. do you have any plans for the event? 👀

[viharbinger]

💍 Romance And Weddings (Fred Weasley x fem!reader)

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Wife!Reader (I'm fuckign tweaking)

Warnings: Fred not dead 🤫🥰, pregnancy, marriage, reader is female, usage of pet names (love and darling), this is set shortly after the second wizarding war

a/n: I have exams tomorrow and I'm writing Fred Weasley x wife reader fic??? I think I need the mental hospital

You and Fred started dating in your first year of Hogwarts. It was a small parchment of paper passed to you, asking, 'do you want to be my girlfriend? Circle yes or no' I mean you both were eleven, without a worry in the world and there wasn't any harm in dating. And when the school years went by, it seems like it wasn't just a silly childhood crush after all because you've both become accustomed to calling each other your boyfriend and girlfriend and hanging out together everywhere.

You've had your awkward first kiss, reluctant hand holding, and even broken up a couple of times during your time in Hogwarts. But what surprised you the most is why you said yes to his marriage proposal! I mean, it's common knowledge that most highschool relationships just don't work out. But now, you have officially been dating for a little over 6 or more years, if you don't count the times you've broken up over silly arguments— you've even moved in with him and George!

Even when you were dating, Fred would always teasingly flirt with you, it had you turning red all the time. And you'd also do it back at him, making him turn equally red. Soon enough, those awkward first kisses became natural and a daily occurrence for the both of you and you got more comfortable with each other.

So it was just a little after Fred and George had opened up their shop and the Wizarding community was starting to divide into two sides. Business was booming, Fred and George were making more than enough galleons to fit into their pockets and were looking to treat themselves.

They've bought themselves the dragon-skin suits, gifted their family presents and started living comfortably. But Fred had a thought. You've both dated basically throughout your most important years— and been with him the whole time! He wants to treat you to something but what he didn't think he would get was an engagement ring.

He just happened to come by a jewellery store when he saw it... A ring that would look so beautiful if it sat on your finger. He bought it without a second thought but decided not to propose just then, because you never know, right?

He kept the ring in his jacket pocket at all times, and even made sure you never washed the jacket yourself to prevent you from accidentally seeing it. He was gonna keep it for a momentous occasion, and... Maybe the momentous occasion was when you and Fred were in the middle of a fight against Death Eaters in Hogwarts.

"I'm sorry I couldn't do this earlier, love!" He shouts through all the noise happening in the school. "You're an idiot!" You snapped, hitting one final blow to a death eater, and then clutching Fred's arm to pull him away to safety, your finger glistening with the ring he just proposed.

"You couldn't have done this in a worser time?" You breathed, quickly blocking an attack at another Death Eater, and Fred fires at him. Teamwork makes the dreamwork. "Yeah, but you said yes, didn't you?" He laughs amidst the battle, now pulling you to where the rest of the survivors are also fighting.

When the fight was finally over, you were cuddled up against him with your head on his shoulder sitting on one of the dining chairs in the great hall. You finally had the time to admire the ring on your finger, and this action doesn't go unnoticed by Fred. "Once we're out of here, I promise I'll give you the best life possible. Anything for my darling wife." He cheekily grins, caressing the hand that you held up to look at.

"You're crazy, you know that?" You blush, hiding your face in his neck. And the news doesn't go unheard in less than a week. He's sent owls to his family, yours, friends and acquaintances all about your engagement and that a wedding date is to be announced.

"Fred, where are all these owls coming from?" The replies came around the same time, and he was just smiling cheekily. He pressed a long affectionate kiss to your temple as you opened the letters with furrowed eyebrows. "You told... Everyone? Already?!"

Every week without marrying you keeps Fred so antsy to marry you, it's adorable. Before he's even married you, he's already calling you 'Mrs. Weasley' or referred you as his wife in every conversation. When you're shopping with him too, he's insufferable. He's constantly making suggestions for the wedding, "I think this napkin would look nice on the guest tables, what's say you?" or "That dress would look lovely on you for the reception, love. Just suggesting."

And the first week back to the Burrow after your engagement was celebratory. Molly was ecstatic and welcomes you into her family warmly, not like you weren't ever part of it.

Finally came to the wedding, it would be big with a lot of friends and families. Being one of the Weasley twins, there would be fireworks setting off after your I do's and it would just be magical. Seeing you walk down the aisle for the first time, his eyes would burn trying to hold his tears. He thinks you're so beautiful, he couldn't help speaking it out loud, earning some laughter from the audience.

During the wedding reception, he couldn't help stare at you everytime, either. He also gets so drunk off of firewhiskey with his family, he starts calling for you if you leave him for longer than 3 minutes. He'd slur your name, and be so tired he would just lay his head on your shoulder for a short nap, ruining your perfect outfit with his drool.

And not even a few months had passed since your wedding when you find out you're pregnant with Fred's baby. Not surprising of course, being a wife of a Weasley basically meant you're gonna have a broody husband. You had no fear in telling him, because it was his idea after all. Well, he'd try to pretend it's your idea by planting it in your head.

He'd purposefully take care of Teddy Lupin to show how much of a good father he would be in front of you. Or he'd somehow shift the conversation to be about how he loves how cute babies are. "I know what you're playing at, Freddie." You jab a finger at his chest, and he catches it the second jab and presses a kiss to your hand. "Don't know what you're talking about, love."

When you finally agreed to the idea of getting pregnant, he literally wasted no time. He's already running his hands all over your body, kissing you breathlessly and pulling you to the bed... And the rest is history. But the first baby is just a start, he says. Like I said, he's broody and even jokes about wanting to have a 'full quidditch team' which you swat him for.

<3 pleaz reblog and like

[archangeldyke-all]

could you please write vika with a reader who has a hard time gaining weight but needs to? maybe just taking care of them, scolding them, reassuring them, etc. it'd be really helpful.

(tw: ed, you don't need to include this) i've been doing my best to recover from being heavily underweight but it's frustrating because of the mindset and my body working against me, it makes me feel so desperate, so anything helps! feel absolutely free to ignore this if you feel uncomfortable please, i won't mind 🫶🏻

of course!!

men and minors dni

when your doctors give sevika the go-ahead to start tracking your food and making sure you eat enough every day, she's thrilled.

your entire relationship, sevika's always wanted you to eat more. you're underweight, unhealthily so. she tried her best to get you to eat-- insisting you buy your favorites on date night in an attempt to get you to eat the whole plate, carrying snacks in her pockets to hand to you every hour or so-- but you'd usually just refuse her.

now though-- sevika's grinning evilly as she walks you back to the car from your doctor's office.

"what're you smiling about?" you ask, worried. sevika's usually so upset after your doctor's appointments-- worried about you.

sevika cackles. "your doctor just gave me the green light to give you the fuckin' royalty treatment babe." she says, grinning. you groan, and sevika starts to chuckle. "i'm talkin' breakfast in bed, every morning."

you snort, and sevika grins. "you think i'm joking-- but i'm not! you can't say no to treats anymore-- i'm gonna fuckin' spoil you!"

you just laugh, not knowing what you've gotten yourself into.

the next morning you're awaken to sevika entering the room with a full american breakfast. pancakes, hashbrowns, eggs and fruit-- it was all there. you cackle.

"there's no way i can eat all of that!"

sevika giggles and shrugs, climbing into bed next to you. "that's what i'm here for." she says.

and... surprisingly... you manage to eat a lot more food with sevika by your side, rubbing your back and hand-feeding you each bite, between her own bites.

and while the fanciness of your breakfasts vary-- it becomes a daily tradition in your house to eat breakfast in bed together.

(of course, sevika always complains when climbing in bed at night about the toast and cereal crumbs left behind in the sheets-- but that never stops her from bringing you a meal each morning.)

once she establishes one good, hearty meal in your day to day life, she takes it a step farther.

she learns to bake for you.

it's a lot of trial and error, but after a few burnt pastries, and one embarrassing call to the fire department, she managed to figure out the perfect cookies.

and every night before bed, sevika sits down beside you with a big glass of milk, and you guys snack on cookies before bed.

each week, she'll make a new batch. she loves to experiment with flavors, trying to find one that you'll love even more than last time. her favorite is snickerdoodle-- but she doesn't bake for herself. she bakes for you.

she starts offering you snacks more and more often.

sometimes, you take them without complaint.

but, sometimes everything catches up to you, and eating seems like the scariest thing in the world.

sevika sits with you, holding you the entire time as you cry and breathe through your anxiety, slowly stroking your back and kissing your head.

and then, whether it's ten minutes or two hours later-- sevika will sit beside you, kissing your head through each bite of your snack, praising you and thanking you for taking care of yourself.

"i want you around forever, baby. thank you for makin' it more likely." she whispers.

when you return to the doctor's one month later for a check-in-- sevika cries tears of joy when you step on the scale and have gained a dozen pounds or so.

she lets out a sweet sob of relief, right before she wraps her arms around your waist and spins you in a circle in the middle of the doctor's office. you squeal, and a bunch of nurses give you dirty looks, but this does nothing to keep sevika from pressing endless kisses on your head and face.

"oh, i'm so fuckin' proud of you, love." she whispers through her tears.

you get the same reaction in subsequent months, as your weight steadily, healthily climbs.

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[rowretro]

꧁ＤＲＵＧＳ ＆ ＭＯＮＥＹ꧂

✧warnings: Yandere themes, toxic themes, drugs, drug addict reader, abuse

♤synopsis: Nishimura Riki. One of the most well feared mafia sons, is filthy rich, He was never really interested in dating, hating the idea of putting all his trust, love, blood sweat and tears into one person. Then he laid his eyes on you, a broken, barely appreciated, drug addict. (Riki's "I love you 3000" cover was playing in my head non stop while writing this- I need him in my life frfr)

✧♤✧♤✧♤𝕯𝕽𝖀𝕲𝕾 & 𝕸𝕺𝕹𝕰𝖄♤✧♤✧♤✧

Get up, get ready, clean up, go to school, get high and arrive at her apartment late as fuck. That was Y/ns daily routine. She's high 90% of the time, filling the massive hole her parents stabbed in her heart, with weed, Whiskey and pills. She had nothing to lose. Her parents always hated her, the reason never clear. So she moved out at 16, and got her own small apartment, a very decent one. Now she's yet to turn 18 in a few weeks, yet she's making bad decisions back and forth

She had fallen in love many times, but she always ended up getting hurt, or being a burden. So she'd turn to her fellow, Jack Daniels and Marijuana for some company. No one ever visited her... so she was beyond surprised when she heard her doorbell ring. High out of her mind, she answered it, not thinking of the potential dangers that may be lurking behind the door.

"Fuck- you got a first aid kit?" He asked, shutting the door and barricading it. Y/n pouted as she started to think "Clearly you're high. I'll go find it myself." He said, as he walked through the clean, plain hallways. Of course he found a brand new, unused first aid kit, however, what he didn't find was any photos of your family or at least parents. No sign of a boyfriend, or anyone else who might live there.

The strong stench of Cannabis filling his nostrils as he groaned. The male treated his own wounds that were barely painful to him. He walked into the living room only to find the girl lying on the ground, high out of her mind. Y/n had fallen asleep on the cold, marble floor despite being so high and having a fever, but she was used to it and she was too lazy to move.

Riki however, found it cute. He found her cute. God she's too cute, so short, so clueless, and so stupid. He really wanted to know what you were like when you were sober, but when examining all the munchies you had randomly scattered in the kitchen, he realized that may be a challenge. So he decided to stay until you wake up.

Never would he have ever found himself cleaning up a girl's home, picking up a girl's underwear and putting it in the laundry basket, carrying a girl to her bed and tucking her in. But I'll tell you one thing. He fucking loved it. He loves taking care of this girl, he only just practically met her but... he really wants her. He's a mafia he can have whatever the fuck he wants.

That's how Y/n found herself in a massive, luxurious mansion. Guards here and there, all her artwork in a big room with all the art supplies an artist could dream for. A perfect yet psychotic man who seems to be on a murder rampage on the daily. It has been 1 month since the male kidnapped her saying that he's in love with her and will even marry her. However the place was missing something she lived her whole life on...

"I CAN'T FUCKING DO IT FUCK SAKE RIKI! GIVE ME MY WEED FOR FUCKSAKE!" She screamed, crying and kicking her bedsheets, yanking at her hair as she screamed. The male slapped her painfully hard, pulling her to himself "FUCKING PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER Y/N!" he yelled as the girl just cried in his embrace "Y-you don't understand ki... it's hard! it hurts, I need them I really do- I'm fucking weak I can't- sobriety is so fucking overrated! please- im begging you please!" She cried as the male just hugged her closely.

With drawl is extremely hard, and for a teenager to have to go through something like that, without her parents to support her is extremely hard. But someone really loves her, a man who'd kill for her and is even willing to die for her. So she will put through it. Fighting with every last bit of energy she has. Riki would keep an eye on her when she does have alcohol, making sure she stays within a limit. He let her buy a vape, just to help her lay off of the drugs.

He knew that all this was all worth it. because when the struggle is over, Y/n will realize that he truly loves her, and no matter what crazy shit he does, she will always run into his arms, and yearn for his touch. "I love you Ki... I'm glad you kidnapped me you know?... I've never been love like this before..." She admitted, her head pressed against his chest, as her body was shielded by his loving arms.

Y/n melted in his embrace, closing her eyes with a smile when she felt his perfect, plush lips on her forehead. Those lips, the only drug she's addicted to and will never let herself get over. "I love you too my darling..." he said with a smile, cradling her in his arms, his head rested against hers, theirs eyes closed as they sat before the fireplace, comforted by the relaxing sounds of their heartbeats.

✧♤✧♤✧♤𝕯𝕽𝖀𝕲𝕾 & 𝕸𝕺𝕹𝕰𝖄♤✧♤✧♤✧

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine the red hair pirates helping you with your depression

Unfortunately, it's that time of year when seasonal depression, and regular depression team up and beat my ass. So new content will come slower than usual, and I'm sorry about that, but appreciate your patience and understanding.

Shanks: *enters your room* are you gonna get up anytime soon.

You: *in a cocoon of blankets* I don't want to.

Shanks: *stares at you for a minute* are you okay?

You: no

Shanks: should I get Hongo?

You: there's nothing he can do for me.

Shanks: *thinks back to Roger's illness* ... What sort of illness do you have exactly?

You: depression,

Shanks: oh... Well staying in bed isn't going to help

You: I don't have the energy to get out of bed

Shanks: then let me do it for you, *scoops up your cocoon and carries you outside* sun light ought to do you a lotta good.

Hongo: what's going on?

Shank: they're depressed.

Hongo: oh, I have just the thing for that *goes into his office*

Benn: hmm, I suffered from depression as a young man.

You: back in the Stone Age?

Benn: *playfully rolls his eyes* yes, back in the Stone Age. My life kind of fell apart because I couldn't care for myself. I could not wash my clothes, or bath, or brush my teeth.

Shanks: that explains the state of their room then.

Benn: elaborate

Shanks: their laundry bin was overflowing, trash on the floor, and the whole room was dark and smelt bad.

Benn: ... Cleaning it would probably help them recover.

Shanks: would you go evaluate the room and see what needs to be done.

Benn: we're probably gonna have to clean it top to bottom, I will go get some volunteers.

Hongo: *comes back* no I need you to eat these supplements, and this mushroom.

Benn: how come they get to have some of your hallucinogens.

Hongo: multiple studies have shown they're very effective at treating depression long term and because they're mine, and I get to decide who to give them to.

Shanks: *pulls open your cocoon, and hands you a cup of water.*

While you are tripping

The crew: * cleans your room, does your laundry, and puts said laundry away*

Hongo: I think the main cause is seasonal depression, they were fine a month ago when the light was at its fullest.

Shanks: hmm, would installing another window in their room help?

Hongo: probably.

Shanks: okay, while the shipwright does that, (y/n) can stay in my room.

Benn: you just wanna fuck them.

Shanks: A few orgasms would probably do them some good. Plus I can help them better if they're close to me.

Hongo: he's right, but you need to make sure you're not taking advantage of them.

Lucky Roux: we also need to make sure they're eating, I noticed a while ago that they're only having one meal a day.

You: eating is inconvenient, and having a corporeal body is like being stuck with a pet you don't want.

Shanks: *pulls your head into his lap and strokes your hair and shushes you* sh sh sh, I know darling, I know.

Hongo: we should also make sure they exercise more, in fact we all should.

Benn: we can take up daily training practice.

Shanks: totally

You: I dun wanna

Benn: well I expect you to at least try it out for a week, if it doesn't help then you can quit.

You: really?

Benn: no

You: aww

Benn: we'll find a nice activity you like, or don't mind.

You: ugh fine

Shanks: thank you

You: ... You have pretty eyes, kinda like storm clouds

Shanks: we should get you high more often.

You: do we have any music snails?

Shanks: *pulls out his collection of Uta's music* Yes we do.

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[gunthermunch]

[Transcript under the cut]

Max: (at the door) damn okay… Elsa: Hello Max- Max: so you just leave your door open now? Elsa: -i was waiting for you Elsa: please grab your mug and take a seat Max: you can just ask why did i drag myself all the way to foxbury without being corny as hell Elsa: you wanted my bickering, right? right. Max: anyways i just had two guys at the same time Elsa: oh Max: yeah Elsa: as in- Max: I'm not giving away any details. Elsa: well you don't seem too pleased about that Max: yeah i don't know. something pops in my head and then i go for it. it's a nice way to turn stupid for a while Elsa: uh huh. can i show you something? Max: why not. Elsa: SO, i was able to work this out really quick right after you called. Elsa: personally, i think your weekly, daily? hook ups are getting out of hand. and we should do something about it before it's too late Max: too late for what? Elsa: before it's too late Max!! Max: pfft. what's the matter with my- Elsa: would you keep it quiet? my roommate is probably trying to dissect pigeons right now Max: what the hell elsa Elsa: the red bar represents you and everything you could want on a man, romantically. Elsa: which took me a whole new formula i literally just invented, by the way Max: yeah i'm not doing this. I'm out. Elsa: oh so you come to my house, you BREAK MY MUG Max: it WOULDNT be broken if you didnt come up with such FUCKERY! Elsa: you insult my EXCEL WORK Elsa: i literally just thought it'd be nice for you to try something new like- Max: i don't want ''new'' i don't want a freak following me everywhere treating me like some kind of idiot Elsa: could you at least look at the list? Elsa: i'm.. worried, Max. A single self destructive act leads to another, and then it becomes a whole mess like… like when we were kids Elsa: so, can you please at least check the list? you could go on dates and have some actual fun Max: …no. Elsa: Max… Max: i'm out of here Elsa: you know WELL this is what you came here for, idiot. Max: yeah sure Elsa: …wait Elsa: is there a reason you're basically ignoring lucas? Max: is there a reason he's not on the list? Elsa: so you checked. Max: not having him around was hell. it's been two years now… Max: it finally stopped hurting Elsa: …see you next week

[elusivewildflower]

i would love to hear your domestic six thoughts (if you have any)

Oooo, yes I do have some domestic Six thoughts! Domestic Six and letting him be all soft is probably one of my favorite things to think about, and some of these will tie in heavily with The Other Fitzroy series. Shout out to @lloydsbitch for brainstorming with me for some non-smutty ideas 🤣

I think that after Six gets away from the CIA that he will teach himself how to become a handyman. He's not used to having so much free time, so he needs something that will keep his mind and body active. I feel his father probably taught him some things, since he was so determined to make his sons "macho," and that he's learned things as needed throughout his life -- but I'm talking about learning how to remodel a whole house just for you. You want to turn that spare room with a lovely view into a library? He'll build bookcases and a window seat by hand to transform it into the space you've dreamed of.

Whenever he's not busy keeping active, he's more than happy to sit on the couch and binge watch your favorite shows and movies. Six hasn't exactly had the time or internet access to watch everything that's came out in the last 20 years, so he has a lot to catch up on. Expect to spend several nights a week and potentially all weekend cuddled up on the couch, his arm wrapped around your waist and your head on his chest. But if you're watching an action movie, he won't be able to stop himself from calling out everything that's unrealistic.

Six clearly likes to be self-reliant after retiring, so he also has a garden in the backyard that he tends to on a daily basis. You certainly enjoy watching him tend to the crops from the covered porch. He's shirtless, dripping with sweat and covered in dirt by the time he comes up to you for a refreshing glass of lemonade. It's also fun to watch him chop firewood in the fall with a steaming cup of hot cocoa. He might be wearing more layers in the cold air, but the sound of his grunts carry across the yard and straight to your.....*ahem*

There was never much time for date nights while on the run, so Six makes quality time one of his big priorities after you've settled down. It still can be difficult to achieve with a child to take care of, but at least Claire is old enough to babysit for a few hours. Something easy that the two of you enjoy is taking a drive out to get ice cream (and maybe some fries to dip in it? I love salty & sweet, sue me.) and sitting together in the car. You'll find someplace to park and eat your dessert, happily chatting or snuggling up to each other. And if you can't manage to get away from the house, then Six will go out and get the treats for you after the kids are asleep. You'll cuddle up on the couch, or on the loveseat on the porch during the summer, and fall deeper in love with the sweet man by your side.

smutty thoughts are under the cut.......

For starters, I want to give credit to @hederasgarden for this because she's the one who said Six has a housewife kink and I fully agree with it. By no means is he a lazy partner, but he does love to watch you cook in the kitchen and clean around the house. Both of those things make him look at you with hearts in his eyes and a growing erection in his pants. Especially if you happen to be wearing a pretty sundress. If the two of you are home alone when he gets riled up, he'll take you anywhere. He'll fuck you on the countertop, bend you over the side of the couch, or even halfway up the stairs on the way to the bedroom.

I also believe that Six has a major breeding kink. It might take him a year or two of being safe & settled to fully give himself into the kink, but once he does, he wants to pump you full of his seed every night. Six wants to see you barefoot and pregnant, and better yet — in a pretty sundress — and he won't rest until he gets it. If you thought him being riled up with his housewife kink was bad, just wait until he has to have you morning, noon, and night while you're ovulating. 🫣

After having kids, it's a lot harder to get that alone time together, but Six will happily sneak you away for a quickie. He knows your body so well that he can get both of you off in under ten minutes. Laundry needs switched over? He'll follow you in to "help." As soon as the dryer is on, he's got you bent over it — the sound of clothes tumbling around helps cover the noise of him pounding into you. Your baby just went down for a nap? Six will take you into your shared bedroom for a quickie, giving you an orgasm that puts you right to sleep. After all, you should be sleeping when the baby is, right? You need your rest, and while two of the most important people in his life are napping, he'll go downstairs to clean up the house or prep for dinner.

[solacescastleglow]

🩰🍳🌿 Daily Life Aesthetics 🌿🍳🩰

What do you do when you can't motivate yourself to do things without a moodboard, but you don't want to look at a screen? Print the moodboards out of course! These will be going into a binder along with some troubleshooting notes so I can get things done even when my executive dysfunction is an issue. I highly endorse making these, the process was so fun.

Morning Routine

light stretches, the clean feeling of having just brushed my teeth, sesame turkish bread with hummus, reading with bleary eyes, chai lattes, the certainty of knowing exactly what I'm going to do that day, upbeat music, fresh air through the windows, saying good morning to my cat, picking out a cute outfit.

French

the sound duolingo makes when you get 10 in a row, nasal vowels, repeating phrases under my breath, understanding a new sentence for the first time, writing a ç by hand, watching french movies with french subtitles, studying the republican calendar to learn new nouns, understanding cooking and ballet terms instinctively.

Studying

the ritalin kicking in, getting 100% on a quiz, write now edit later attitudes, marginalia, a cup of tea slowly cooling next to my laptop, messy desks, flashcards, today's study schedule on the wall, feedback from professors, watching online lectures at 1.75x speed, going to a cafe to think.

Leaving the House

the sun on my face, buying flowers for the house, the smell of a secondhand bookshop, museums, getting a little treat, sitting in the shade, reading on a park bench, farmer's markets, the sound of rain hitting an umbrella, picnics, finding a cool record, seeing people wearing pretty outfits (and telling them that).

Exercising

winning badminton, feeling not exhausted but satisfied after a game, seeing my muscles actually move when I flex them, happy baby pose, better posture, laughing through the pain when doing bicycles, going on a walk, connecting with my sibling through pilates, high reps on the lightest weight possible.

Going to Therapy

the catharsis of crying, the ache in my chest fading after years of heaviness, allowing myself to be a kid again, feeling more whole, finding parts of me I thought were gone forever, knowing I can handle whatever life throws at me, laughing with my therapist about serious topics, curling up in a safe corner of my room.

Working on my Book

designing characters, research, writing rich descriptions of settings, planning out illustrations and page layouts, bringing imaginary conversations to life, watching over someone's shoulder as they read what I've written, finally getting a frustrating sentence right, dreaming about children who will see themselves in my writing.

Housework

a little nudge from the robot vacuum, the smell of steam coming out of the iron or dishwasher, exhausted satisfaction after finally getting the fitted sheets on, laundry in the wind, everything in its place, a clear mind in a clear space, rinsing the dust off the damp duster, the smell of fresh laundry.

Planning my Week

neat rows of binders, colour coded spreadsheets, calendars with everything in place, vision boards, grocery lists crumpled in a hand, knowing exactly how this week will go, step by step guides to each task, feeling safe in case of emergency, a messy journal and a neat wall calendar, time blocking.

Personal Finance

putting away 50% of my income into savings, being surrounded by beauty, a comfortable sinking fund, transferring money between sub-accounts, getting everything I've ever wanted, investing in things I'm passionate about, creating stability for the future, being debt free, being able to get a little treat with what I've saved.

Participating in my Religion

a cheekful of wine, the presence of g-d in the room, candles on ornate candlesticks, tikkun olam, the cycle of the year, awe as the ark opens, ripping challah apart, the grounding points of the magen david when I squeeze my necklace, playing with tzitzit, praying sounding like birdsong, the dusking of a new day.

Cooking

mise en place, the smell of garlic and spices, bubbling pots on the stove, the whole house warmed up, chatting with my dad, fresh vegetables, mountains of parmesan cheese, the chime of the pressure cooker, pretty plates, sitting down to eat with family and friends.

Showering

double cleansing, feeling literally squeaky clean, gourmand scents, leave in conditioner making my hair feel like seaweed, the tingly feeling of glycolic acid, burberry her mixed with cocoa and coconut, scented candles to set the mood, listening to self improvement podcasts, smooth skin.

Nighttime Routine

cookies and chamomile tea with my family, watching tv, calling 'goodnight' down the stairs, overheads off and warm lamps on, teeth feeling so clean after an everything toothbrush, reading in the faint light, filling out my journal, nighttime yoga, daydreaming about the future, an easy slip into a deep sleep.

[kotemf]

Date night

  Foxiyo week is finally here!

A quick A/N, I created this series, They killed Palps and everything is fine, and I thought that I could tie my fills for Foxiyo week to this series as I think it goes well with the prompts. You don't have to read the series to understand this, don't worry, it's just some barely connected one shots. All you need to know is that Palpatine is dead, Riyo and Fox are dating already and they sorta accidentally adopted a clone cadet. I hope you enjoy reading!

  Fox was trying to work.

  Riyo seemed set on getting him to stop working.

  "Could you please stop doing that?"

  "Doing what?" Riyo looked at him innocently. It wasn't her practiced 'I don't know what you're talking about' face she used when convincing politicians and other influential people that she didn't manipulate them at all, no. She actually didn't realize just what she was doing to Fox just sitting on his desk.

  "Sitting there like that."

  "Why?"

  "You're distracting me."

  "Am I now?" Fox shouldn't have told her that. She just realized just how difficult it was for Fox to focus with her around and she was going to use that. Fox watched in horror as Riyo went over to him and sat on his lap.

  "Riyo! There is a CCTV!" Fox hissed. He hoped no one found any reason to go through the footage in his office. It wasn't that he would get in trouble, he was a commander after all, but Thorn and Thire would never let him live that down. Fox made a point of scolding every trooper who brought their significant other to their office because that was their workspace, they were supposed to be working, not stuck staring at their partner like Fox was in the moment.

  "Then take me somewhere where there isn't," Riyo challenged him. And Fox couldn't really refuse her this, could he?

  "Just let me finish one report."

  "One report."

  Fox knew better than to even try doing anything more.

  They ended up in a random park a few levels down from the Coruscant Guard headquarters. Fox used to try to take Riyo to more popular dating places, like fancy restaurants or the cinema, but somehow Riyo being a senator and making about three times more money than Fox always ruined it a bit. She always insisted on paying at least for herself in not them both. Riyo liked to talk about equality. Fox didn't really see what was equal about Riyo paying for basically everything, he would very much like to treat her to a nice date sometimes,  but he knew how to pick his fights. Instead of arguing, he just suggested places that were free, like the park. It seemed to be working so far.

  "This park is pretty nice. How do you know about it?"

  "I passed through here a few times, patrolling or chasing after a suspect. You know, doing the usual Coruscant Guard commander stuff."

  "Are you implying your job is more exciting than mine?" Riyo asked, mock offended.

  "More interesting? Maybe. More dangerous? Definitely not."

  "Come on, it's not me who is chasing after the worst scum of the galaxy on a daily basis."

  "You've been in the senate for three years, that's not even a whole election period. You've received an insane number of threats, you've been almost kidnapped, twice, you've been shot at, five times, you've been almost stabbed-"

  "So what if my job isn't the safest?"

  "Don't interrupt me, I'm explaining why you're my biggest headache. Well, second biggest headache."

  "Just second? Who is the first?"

  "Well, senator Amidala holds the record for the most assassination attempts at the moment." Fox looked at Riyo. She looked strangely determined. Oh no... "Riyo, it's not a competition, you know that, right?"

  "Yeah, sure."

  "You know, maybe you should learn some self defense if you're planning on keeping pushing for unpopular opinions in the senate."

  "If you teach me."

  "Of course I'll teach you." It wasn't like Fox could deny Riyo anything, especially when it was something that was going to protect her. Most people assumed that he, as a guard, was the one who had a risky job. It was a risky job but so was being a senator. Fox has been working around the senate ever since he got deployed from Kamino, he was working to protect the senators. So yes, he knew how dangerous the job of a politician could be. Voicing the wrong opinion could lead to numerous assassination attempts. And while it got better after the war was over, senators could still be in danger.

  "What do you say we start tomorrow?"

  "Tomorrow? Sure. You will want to get Sky out of the house, though. The kid is good. He would laugh at you. Now that I think about it, where is he? Where did you ditch him for today's evening?"

  "He is sleeping over at Thanh's."

  Fox should've probably assumed that. Their adorable little cadet was best friends with Cody's adorable little cadet. By nat-born standards, they were cousins, by clone standards, they were brothers. It was rather complicated so they all just opted to call them friends. Thanh often visited them, he liked Riyo's huge villa that apparently came with the post of a senator. Sky in return spent a lot of time at Cody's house, because Cody being a stay at home dad while getting doing some courses on one of the many universities of Coruscant could watch the kids in the afternoon when Riyo and Fox were busy. Sky was technically old enough to stay alone at home for a few hours but Fox always felt calmer when he knew someone was watching over him.

  "We should do this more often," Riyo said suddenly. "Just take a break and go out."

  "Yeah, we probably should." Fox knew this. But they were both busy and most of the time they weren't working was spent with their son. Not that Fox minded, he loved their child. In fact, sometimes he was tempted to just leave work and become a full time trophy husband. Just get Sky ready for school, then watch some holos, get his nails done, cook lunch and drop it off at Riyo's office, gossip with Cody, then pick Sky up from school and tend to him for the rest of the day. That sounded pretty boring.

  "What do you say we go for a dinner on the weekend? Senator Organa recommended me a good restaurant."

  "I'm not sure." It wasn't that Fox didn't want it. He immediately felt guilty when he saw Riyo's soft smile falter. He rushed to explain. "I wanted to spend the weekend with Sky."

  "We can still do that. This would be just one evening."

  "Alright, sounds great."

  "Let's enjoy our walk now, shall we?"

  "Of course," Fox agreed easily. Problems will always be there, a nice, quiet night at the park won't.

[superbonusround]

hey you lot

i'll say first that i'm okay, still don't totally understand how, but i'm going to be fine in the long term

i was in a pretty horrific car accident on january 4 and had three surgeries over the course of a week to repair as much as possible. i won't be walking or doing much of anything in the next couple of months as i focus on getting the strength and mobility back that i've lost

this is the hardest thing i've ever done, and it's barely even started yet. harder than being ditched by my best friend in thailand when we were nineteen, then finding my own way home across four countries; harder than going to teach english in another country, choosing to leave that program for what i thought were good and valid reasons at the time, and the eventual realization that i wasn't actually so different than the people that i didn't feel should be there, and that i probably never should have been there, either; harder than cutting off the vast majority of my family for treating me like trash my whole life; harder than watching that same family come pretend to cry then lapse into gushing about their beautiful lives at my grandmother's funeral when i was the only one of them that was there for her for the last five years of her life.

the last ten days have taken every bit of pride and shame that i had and put them in a bedpan. it's as fun as it sounds. if nothing else, now i understand what my grandma was feeling in those last few years. i just wish i could go back and use what i know now to do better for her. she deserved so much better.

i think so much about the consequences of the small decisions we make. i worry about the brand of chips i buy and the takeout i get and the ripple effects that our small, personal, everyday choices create. i guess every once in a while, that great roulette wheel has to land on you. i just wanted to get an ice cream.

i don't say this for fun, i don't want your money, or much of anything, really, besides the lower 70% of my body to return to proper working condition at some point. but if you've ever seen a superbonusround post or video that you've loved or that's just given you a giggle, please give it a watch, and don't be sad. i did all of this, even the crappy paint.net edits, because they brought a little happiness into my day at some point, and i think it's wonderful that they could continue to do that for you, too. that said, my laptop is still bricked and its repair is no longer so high up on my list of priorities, so the original trilogy playthrough is indefinitely suspended lol.

today i almost. almost feel somewhat human again. i am finally watching the charli xcx snl episode and i cried during 360. my mom is visiting daily and we are watching season 3 of the traitors (u.s.)

good night, i love you all, and here's hoping i have the dream about the massive 17 x gorillaz collab museum again tonight. that place was awesome

that's all for now

<3 sbr

[followthebluebell]

Can I ask you, as someone else who seems to be more of a cat guy, your experiences with Truffle? I’m considering a Spoo for my next dog and am trying to get a feel for whether or not one would work for me (and my cat guy spouse). I’m mostly wondering about energy levels because someone saying “moderate energy” or “high energy” doesn’t give me a whole of expectations as to how much and how intense exercise I’d be looking at to keep the dog satisfied which is important living in an apartment with a cat. I really like the trainability of the poodle and work in grooming so even if I didn’t want to do it myself, I have trusted people to do it for me so that’s no issue. I mainly want a companion I can take on hikes and to restaurants/brewpubs on the weekends who won’t eat my other pets. Just trying to gather as much perspective as possible before jumping in :)

Honestly I think spoos are the world's most perfect dog. I'm only a little biased in this absolute concrete fact. I'm not sure I could have any other breed of dog at this point.

I think Truffle is a medium energy dog. He's fairly active; we used to go on five mile hikes three days a week, but have since petered down to 1.5-2. On days we don't hike, we usually play fetch or flirt pole for like 30 minutes.

He also loves days where he does absolutely nothing, which really highlights my next point:

I don't think energy levels are as important in a dog as a good off switch is. Even if we've done absolutely nothing, Truffle won't tear up my house or try to eat my cats. I think a lot of this is just genetic, tbh. I looked specifically for breeders who titled their dogs for obedience and agility AND raised their dogs in their home because I wanted a dog that was smart, healthy, and had a good, solid basis for home living. A few dogs in Truffle's pedigree have hunting titles as well, but there's not really much of a delineation between hunting lines and show lines in poodles.

Mental exercise plays a much bigger role than physical exercise. We train daily for around 30-40 minutes--- I think that's a bigger requirement than just physical exercise. It's definitely something he's way more into and tends to tire him out more.

He's not a super cuddly dog. He likes to be BY me, but not ON me. This is great for me because I get touched-out easily, especially by a large dog. He's just unobtrusive, which was ideal for a service dog. He's not running around trying to be everyone's friend. He's just aloof towards strangers.

TBH the biggest issue I have with standard poodles is their tendency towards pickiness about food. Truffle's on a vet prescription diet due to stone formation and it can be a fucking pain to get him to eat sometimes. I've recently found a new hack (he really loves pumpkin) but I know in my heart that it's going to lose efficacy at some point and I'll have to try something new.

Like i said, I think he's the perfect dog for me. He's happy to go out on a hike and look for cool lizards, but he's equally happy to curl up on the couch and snooze as long as he also gets to do some trick training. He's very chill with the cats and treats strangers as a curiosity rather than a compulsion. He's a lovebug without being overly cuddly and needy.

[onboardsorasora]

Felt a bit anxious last night so I'm sorry in advance. Wrote this in the middle of the night so I haven't like read over it

Cw: some talk of sex work and physical abuse

Maybe Lewis is a cop, a detective whose been trying to catch this one underground boss. He meets Daniel who is a sex worker on the streets, in the underground.

Lewis is undercover when he first sees him, and his rose tattoo marks him as one of Cyril's guys.

So Lewis keeps coming around, chatting Daniel up, is nice to him– sweet. Daniel doesn't expect this. The new guy at the diner he works by is really nice, hasn't tried to like feel him up or get a freebie once. Instead he gives Daniel a free sandwich when he goes to get a coffee or something.

Daniel lets his guard down around him because there's not that many guys on this part of town that treats him like a regular person. And he's hot too so there's something lovely to look at every day when he's not chatting up Johns.

Anyway so Lewis and Daniel get closer and Lewis asks him out. To lunch. In the daytime so Daniel knows he's not trying to work him. It's nice, they grab sandwiches and eat in the park. They talk a lot and Lewis learns a lot about Daniel, that he's from Australia originally and he wishes he could go back home but hes been working for Cyril so long there's no real way to leave.

Lewis asks a little bit a out Cyril, what is he like? Does he hurt him? Small stuff so Daniel doesn't get wary. It goes like that for a while, Lewis getting closer to Daniel while trying to get information from him.

They kiss for the first time at the diner, and Lewis is surprised to find that he likes it. He likes Daniel. Daniel who is blushing shyly as if he doesnt have men paying to do worse to him almost daily.

Anyway they eventually fall into bed and Lewis makes Daniel feel special and they're grinning and kissing and it's a lovely time. And then Lewis confesses that he's actually a cop and he thinks he knows how to help Daniel get from Cyril's clutches.

Daniel leaves, feeling betrayed. Lewis was a cop this whole time? He'd been playing him? All he wanted was information on Cyril and Daniel like a dumbass gave it to him. Lewis didn't care about him. It didn't matter what he said, what he whispered into the goosebumps on Daniel's skin when they were intimate.

Daniel starts going to a different spot, to get away from Lewis. He didn't even know if Lewis would be back at the diner but he didn't want to see him. This goes on for maybe two weeks or so, and well this new spot isn't go great. The Johns are fewer and meaner and Cyril doesn't care as long as he gets his money. But the money has been less and that hasn't been good.

So after a particularly bad night where he got mugged and roughed up a bit only to get further abused by Cyril for not meeting his regular quota, Daniel goes back to his original spot by the diner. Lewis be damned.

Lewis sees him immediately, sees that he's hurt and he feels sick. He'd been worried when Daniel stayed away– he knew it was because of him. But Daniel being hurt and bruised was a direct reaction to that. He goes outside and scares a John that Daniel was chatting up (who was still planning to pay even as he looked at the bruises on Daniel's face dubiously). Daniel is livid and Lewis drags him into the back room of the diner.

Daniel yells at him until he's crying because how could Lewis do this to him. He didn't do anything to deserve this. Lewis takes in the bruises mottling Daniel's neck and the black eye and his split lip. He apologizes for putting Daniel in this situation and then begs him to give up Cyril. To come to the station and give the police information. He'd be safe and he could maybe go home. He'd probably be deported but it was a way home.

Daniel eventually agrees, he's scared. Cyril hasn't roughed him up like that in a while. And he was terrified of what would happen if he doesn't make the amount he needs. And he's hurt, he looks like shit, that's already working against him.

So he goes to the police station and tells Lewis under oath all he knows about Cyril. Gives up his boss for the opportunity to go home.

Lewis goes to his boss Toto like ‘we got him. We can go after him.’ and Toto congratulates him on a job well done. And then Lewis hears screaming from the hallway

“Lewis tell them!” Daniel is screaming bloody murder while they arrest him in the interrogation room. He's trying to fight, to grab his arm from the officer trying to handcuff him. Another pair come in to help the first, to hold Daniel down and detain him. “Let me go! Lew! Please!”

Lewis watches through the two way mirror, horrified. He goes to leave the room, to stop this but his arm is snatched by Toto. Keeping him in place.

“You did good work by also bringing him in. That was good Lewis, Cyril's favorite is ours and off the streets.” The look Toto gives him is heavy and meaningful and Lewis swallows the lump in his throat. He hadn't known. That Daniel was so revered, protected.

“Don’t touch me! Get offa me! Lewis!” Daniel yells one more time before he's overpowered and completely detained. He settles limply on the ground while his arms are wrenched behind his back and handcuffed. Lewis watches it all with his hands clenched into fists. Watches as Daniel is dragged away, completely dejected and hopeless.

[simplygyuu]

Nouvelle Crown : 009 - Well shit.

synopsis : choi beomgyu, the second prince of the royal choi family doesnt have much of a life outside of his duties. even then hes not allowed to do much, his brother is the crown prince after all. but when he meets you, a regular commoner girl, through his brothers friend soobin he cant help but be intrigued. commoner life is so different from what he knows and you are the only person to treat him like the normal teenager he always longed to be. with you he gets to experience the normal, teenager life behind the backs of his overbearing family.

Dim street lights had become a familiar thing for Beomgyu now, a bit comforting even. But tonight even the nice atmosphere couldn't keep his hands from shaking where he had shoved them into his pockets. He was so, so nervous. What if y/ns friends connected the dots? What if they recognized him?

He knows he should tell you, of course he does! It weighs on his conscious daily and he hates that he's keeping something so big from his only other friend. But he had so much to lose if he did tell you. You could treat him differently or be weirded out or even be rightfully mad at him for lying. He didn't want to lose what he had with you, he wanted your friendship to last.

Beomgyu rounded the last street corner before spotting the arcade you had told him to go to. He saw you waiting outside for him, just like you had promised. A smile spread across the covered lower half of his face as he sped up the pace of his walk. He would have called out to you but he wasn't very loud spoken in public and he felt a bit too nervous to be his more playful self. He had grown to open up to you and try and drop his more formal way of speaking but it was something practically drilled into him. He hopes your friends won't think he's a freak because of it.

“Oh, Gyu!” You exclaimed once you looked up and finally noticed him walking towards you. His eyes crinkled in a smile as he raised a hand to shyly wave as he approached you. He was dressed much more casually now than he had been the first few times you met him, perhaps he's gotten new clothes.

“Hi, y/n.” He greeted kindly once he was close enough, stopping in front of you and slightly peeking through the window and into the arcade. “I'm nervous..”

“You don't know how much it means to me that you came with us today, really! I know it's out of your comfort zone so thank you.” You lightly rubbed his shoulder with a smile as you spoke. “And don't be nervous! They'll all love you, I just know it.”

Beomgyu just shyly nodded and looked away with a red tint to his ears. He was easy to embarrass, it was like he wasn't used to much kindness being thrown his way. It was weird considering how he was such a sweet person. Finally he beckoned him to follow you inside with a flick of your hand, which he easily followed.

The arcade was empty aside from your friends and the worker there, it was late and not many people were out in the middle of the week. It was filled with bright colors and the sounds of the many machines along with the faint laughter of your friends. Beomgyu stayed behind you, as if you could shield him. (He was much taller than you, but it's the thought that counts).

Then, Beomgyus' eyes landed on an extremely familiar person. His eyes widened as he saw Soobin, leaned up against a claw machine and furiously texting as the girls screamed over a racing game they were playing. It seems that Soobin and the other guy were waiting their turns. Beomgyu recalls you telling him about Taehyun, so that must be the shorter guy.

Soobins eyes flickered up once you walked in before looking back down, then a second later his whole head shot up in a double take as he stared right at Beomgyu. The prince began to subtly shake his head no, eyes wide. Soobin could talk to him about it later, but not now with everyone there. Soobin just furrowed his brows but nodded.

“Oh my god! It's the man, the myth, the legend!” A girl suddenly called out, jumping up from her spot at the car racing game and causing her car to crash. She ran over to Beomgyu and Y/n with a bright smile. “I'm Ningning! You're Gyu, right? We've heard so much about you.”

“Ning, move!” A shorter girl with a bob piped up, also coming to stand in front of Beomgyu. “Aww Y/n was right! You have the cutest eyes!”

Beomgyu’s face was already heating up, his ears a noticeable red as he shyly nodded. “Oh, uhm thank you so much, you're also pretty.” He exchanged the compliment just like he was taught to.

“Im Chaewon, the girl back there at the plushies is Sana! Yunjin isn't here today, praise the lord.” She explained excitedly, pointing to Sana as she named her. “Im telling Yunjin you said that!” Ningning sang, pulling out her phone.

The two girls began to bicker a bit as Chaewon attempted to steal the phone from Ningning. It was a bit overwhelming, Beomgyu wasn't used to this much going on. The other man met Beomgyus' eyes and nodded a greeting at him before approaching a game by himself.

“You good, Gyu? Theyre a lot aren't they?” You suddenly piped up, leaning close to him so he could hear you over the bickering. Your eyes looked a bit worried, you didn't want to overwhelm him. He took a second to respond before you saw the familiar crinkle of his eyes.

“Dont worry about me, its fine! They all seem fun.” Beomgyu responded even if he seemed much more nervous that his reply conveyed.

“Hey, Y/n!” Was called out just as you opened your mouth to respond, looking over to see Soobin looking at you expectantly. “Come play Tyun, he's getting too cocky.”

You glanced back at Beomgyu who gestured towards the guy sweetly, not wanting to take away from your time with them. He didn't want you to coddle him all night just because he gets a little overwhelmed sometimes, it's not fair to you. You studied his eyes for a second before nodding and approaching Taehyun with a smile.

“Hey, Gyu. Nice to meet you.” A voice suddenly cut through the silence and Beomgyu looked over to see Soobin right next to him. “Lets talk, yeah?” The older lowered his voice as he spoke, gesturing to the other side of the arcade.

Well shit.

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[pascalsangel]

The Greenhouse Keeper: Part 2

authors note: i'm so excited to be continuing this series!! hopefully this second part is doing this series justice, and again any feedback or comments is welcomed!!

paring: joel miller x f!reader

word count: 2,202

read part 1 here

also if you're reading this please do your daily click!!

The Greenhouse Keeper, Part 2

It was only the sixth day of working with Joel, and you can already confidently say that he needs to go back on patrol now. He has gotten on your last nerve the past week. You thought the first day was just a fluke, so you continued to try to make small talk with him. However, it always ended because you got tired of his one word responses or being met with silence. He avoided you with every chance he got. He simply came in for his shifts and kept his head down till it was time to leave. The only decent thing to come out of it was that he has been diligent with working on the tasks you have given him. The others that come through to help with the greenhouse were never as hardworking as he was. They all treated this as a task that was below them. It was easier for them to have you do the work and they bask in the bountiful results. 

You hated to admit it, even though he was being brief with you, but you couldn’t help but notice the cute furrow in his brow that appears when he’s concentrating intently on removing the seedlings. He was being so gentle and attentive towards your plants. It was if he was relearning how to be soft and tenderhearted in this space, which was a sight to behold. It was heartwarming to see someone share the proper care for your plants and realize how vital they were to the commune. 

Your patience quickly changed though when you came to open the greenhouse, and you noticed a pot left behind on the floor of the last aisle. It was an odd sight since you didn’t remember that being there the day before. You crouched down to lift the pot and were shocked with what was underneath. There were various seedlings packed into paper lunch bags that were cut in half.  I can’t believe the audacity he had to do this. 

Joel finally crossed the line. You have tried to be nothing but nice to him, and he was just like the others that took advantage of you and your role. You would have shared, if he would've just had the nerve to talk to you and ask you. You heard the side door open and saw as he entered with caution, putting more weight on his left leg as he turned to close the latch. He didn’t even get a chance to step any further into the greenhouse before you were approaching him. There was so much anger reflected in your body language. Your shoulders were raised, fists clenched, and there was a fire in your eyes. 

“You know, I’ve put up with your bullshit the last few days because I thought maybe you would start to warm up to me, but nothing has changed this whole week.” You seethed at him. “All you’ve done is ignored me and acted as if having to work with me was the worst thing imaginable. Picture my surprise when I found these–” you say as you hold up one of the bags– “this is just low.” 

Joel was utterly confused by your reaction. He tried to interject, “Y/N, that's not what’s–”

“I don’t want to hear any excuses, Joel. I fooled myself into thinking better of you. I tried so hard to reason that you were just upset with the situation and it wasn’t me. I don’t know what I did wrong. You know, people usually at least try to be nice to me when they want something, but I guess it does make it easier to take advantage of someone when you don't know them, right?” You took a deep breath and tried to hold back the tears. 

He was having a hard time seeing you so hurt. He tried to reach out to calm you down, but he thought better of it and dropped his hands by his side. He didn’t want to make you any more upset with him than you already were. 

“I don’t want to work with you anymore. I’ll just tell Maria that you finished out the rest of your scheduled time if she asks; you only had a week left anyways. Otherwise, I don't want you around me or the greenhouse.” 

“Please, just hear me out, darlin’.” Joel was trying his best to make amends at this moment. He didn't want you to give up on him. He knew he deserved it, but he had so much he had to explain. 

“Get out.” You gritted out as you turned away from him.

Joel burned his gaze on your back, just hoping that you would turn around. He was hoping you would give him any indication that you possibly still wanted him around, yet it never came. The only confirmation you got that he left was the sound of the side door thudding shut. You couldn’t hold yourself together anymore and fell down to the floor to let out the sobs you had been holding in. 

There was a knock at the side door. You let out a humorless chuckle, he just couldn’t let things be. 

“Go away, Joel! I told you I don't want to be around you, so please respect that.” You shouted, as you didnt want to get up, your energy was so spent. You heard someone enter anyways.

“That dick! What did he do?” Ellie exasperated. She knew Joel tends to have an asshole tone with new people, but she didn't think he was this bad. She was ready to give him a piece of her mind about this. You didn’t deserve to be feeling like this. Ellie noticed you around the commune and always thought about approaching you, you seemed like the type of person that she would get along with. 

You heard her before you saw her, but you weren’t expecting Ellie to have been the one that entered. You knew of her, but you two had never met. You quickly pushed yourself up and wiped your tears away. “Um, hi, I’m sorry I wasn’t really expecting anyone. Did you need something?” 

“Well, I was looking for Joel because he has to sign some paperwork at the school ‘cause I’m suspended now. All ‘cause I punched some girl in the face. She was being a real bitch to some kid, but that can wait. Are you okay? Also, my name is Ellie.” She gave a small, nervous smile. She was used to people being judgemental of her based on first meetings. She knew she could be a lot sometimes, but the right people would enjoy her company. 

You let out a soft chuckle, you weren’t anticipating for her to go into such candid detail with her thoughts jumping all over the place. You were also surprised by the amount of care she was sharing for you since you thought she would have loyalty for Joel.

“I’m Y/N. I don’t want to go into too much detail about it, but I was upset with Joel. I’m fine now, though.” 

“Are you sure? I totally respect your privacy, and all that, but I will kick Joel’s ass if I have to. Sometimes he needs to learn that people won’t always put up with his bullshit.” 

“I’m sure, truly. I just needed to cry for a bit, so no ass kicking necessary. Although, now I know who to reach out to if it’s needed. I do want to hear more about what happened at the school though.” 

“Oh! I mentioned she was being a real bitch, right? Well, she was picking on this younger kid, and she didn’t like when I called her out on it. She kept saying some dumb shit, but her mistake was not knowing I went to a FEDRA school. The only good thing I learned from that shithole was combat. So, I punched her right in the mouth, so she’d shut up. Now, they want to talk to Joel about my supposed anger issues, can you believe that shit?” 

“Did the girl get in trouble, too?” 

“That’s the fucked part. She just got a warning.” Ellie said, as she rolled her eyes. “I think everything will change when Joel– sorry I probably shouldn’t mention him right now.” 

“No, no worries. I think it’s admirable how much he cares for you.” You offer her a gentle smile. You don’t want to create any animosity between her and Joel based on what happened. It felt wrong to be hopeful to build a connection with her due to her connection with Joel and how much you disliked him right now. She reminded you a lot of yourself when you were younger. 

“I don’t know if this makes whatever happened better or worse, but I’ve noticed a difference in him since he started helping here. I can’t really explain it, but he just seems lighter, it’s like he’s slowly changing for the better. Hell, I even helped him get some bags, and he never asks for my help. They always have extras in the cafeteria for leftover food, so it wasn’t a big deal but still.” 

You felt your heart stutter. You tried to control your facial expression, so it wouldn’t give away how hurt you were by this information. It just further proved everything. “Oh? Did he ever say what he wanted to use them for?” You asked. 

“No, he didn’t. He usually is closed off about certain things, but when I kept prying he just said it was for a surprise.” 

Nothing was truly making sense. What kind of surprise was that meant to be? It all just makes him look more guilty. You felt like you were spiraling thinking of all the times that you were working with him, and he had already had a plan to take seedlings. Why were the seedlings hiding under the pot in bags; why didn’t he take them with him? You were wondering when he had hidden them without you noticing. What was he planning to do with the seedlings? It was never apparent that he had a liking towards you, but you never expected that he would do this. He was trying to interject and explain earlier, but you didn’t want to hear him out. You wished you had listened because maybe you wouldn’t be as confused as you were right now. 

“You can totally say no, but do you want to come with me to grab dinner?” Ellie asked, as she looked at you with hopeful eyes. 

You were contemplating your answer because you truly appreciated Ellie’s genuine kindness towards you. It was something you’ve been craving since arriving in Jackson. However, you weren’t sure if you could handle the likely chance that Joel could come around. You didn’t want to see him right now, but you didn’t want to hurt Ellie’s feelings. 

  Joel was beating himself up over the way he’s been acting with you since he started at the greenhouse. He truly hadn’t meant to be acting like an asshole, but he was aggravated with the situation. He didn’t feel resourceful sitting around working on plants, even though he enjoyed sharing the space with you. Patrol made him feel like he had worth in the commune; he was helping to keep everyone safe making up for the other times he failed. It was pitiful on his behalf that he found himself taking his anger out on you, and he didn’t know how to make things right. He hated to admit that it was easier to push you away than to face the hurt of knowing you and to then eventually lose you. Self-doubt was his worst enemy and couldn’t even let him see the possibility of good times with you.

The day you arrived at Jackson, he noticed you immediately. He was captivated by your beauty and the kindness that you always showed others. The work that you did to transform the greenhouse was admirable. He found himself wanting to introduce himself to you, so he would have the chance to get to truly know you. The amount of times that he practiced a speech that he made up claiming that he could help you update the woodwork around the greenhouse was embarrassing; more embarrassing was the fact that he never followed through on it. It was an issue within himself that he didn’t feel deserving of getting to be close with you. You were such a brightness in this messed up world that should be and he would only dim you out. 

It hurt to walk away from the greenhouse and hear the start of your sobs as he shut the door. He wished he would’ve turned around and wrapped you in his arms, but it would've been disrespecting your wishes. You needed time to yourself to work through your emotions. It was apparent to him that you didn’t like him at the moment, and he didn’t want to make the situation worse. The seedlings were a surprise meant to be an apology, and he wished you could know. He had to see you again to explain himself.

[siffrin-gimmick-blog-number-37]

Greetings and Salutations, everyone! Allow me to properly introduce myself.

My name is Zeisty King — aka the random individual behind this silly little blog! I mainly go by just Zeisty, though (seeing as I treat the "King" part as a surname).

My main goal for this blog is to doodle Siffrin from In Stars and Time (as well as other characters sometimes) so I can get used to a new tablet and set up, while also having fun with it!! Hence why I named this blog the way I did and why I don't mind calling the art I post here "messy," especially considering half of them are sketches anyway!

I may make mistakes from time to time and some results may be wonky, but that's okay! It's all a part of the learning process!! And is not limited to forgetting how anatomy works; I put two hands on the wrong way in one post once and I have to accept the fact I did that.

REOCCURRING GIMMICK BLOG TAGS:

#main blog to gimmick blog — anything from my main blog that I've reblogged to this one! I don't think I'll do it a whole lot, but I just wanted to let you know that happens and that they may contain spoilers when it does.

#not quite a daily — on occasion, doodles that don't count as a daily (but are still silly enough to be shown off on this blog) will be posted here! I don't think I'll do it too much, but don't be surprised if you see any doodles that aren't dailies from time to time.

#personal reblog — anything I've reblogged from myself once, twice or even thrice! I sometimes do it to make sure you haven't missed a post from me, or if I have something else to say about it.

#siffrin gimmick blog asks — as of posting this introduction this week, this is a new one! These are any questions you lovely folks wanna send in through this blog's askbox, and that I've answered.

#siffrin gimmick blog doodles — self explanatory! These are any drawings/doodles I've made for this blog, dailies or otherwise! I aim post here every day, though I sometimes won't on account of my memory or out of respect for certain events. Or if I need a break. I am only one goober, after all.

#siffrin gimmick blog rambles — any thoughts I need to say or anything I need to inform you will be under this tag! They won't contain art, so this one and any others like it are the exceptions.

#siffrin gimmick blog suggestions — got any suggestions for me to draw? Along with the ask tag, this is a new one as of this week! Any ideas you have for me to draw will be slotted under this tag! Be careful not to send in any spoilers, as I refuse to draw them six days of the week.

#siffrin gimmick blogs angsty sundays — this is the only time I'll intentionally post spoilery, angsty and/or serious art! I'll make sure to tag them as such so you can avoid them. I just wanted to give you a little head's up that I'll also reblog spoilers and tag them as well. :3

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

-My main blog is @electrozeistyking! You can find me reblogging my gimmick blog doodles there, along with any other stuff I drew not meant for this one (and stuff other people made)!! It's not exclusively ISAT stuff though, obviously.

-I swear quite a bit and do not tag them when I do. It'd probably be a hassle for me if I did, so if you're not cool with that, feel free to block this blog! You absolutely don't have to interact if you don't want to. I will tag other serious stuff/triggers, though! (Except this post, seeing as it's the introduction and it's important folks don't miss it. Sorry!)

-I'm not guaranteed to accept every suggestion or answer every ask sent my way. In the case of suggestions, there is a chance I won't be inspired enough to draw it for you; in the case of asks, I might not know what to say. And other possible reasons, if they ever happen to come up.

-I see every ask sent my way, so please try not to send the exact same Ask/Suggestion more than once! I promise I'm either formulating a response, figuring out how to draw your suggestion, or I was forced to delete it (in regards to the following note).

-I don't want this blog to overshadow you, so I'll unfortunately have to force myself to delete your ask if it has nothing to do with this blog in particular or ISAT. That's why I recommend you send it into my main blog instead!

That's it for now! Thanks for reading, and for hanging around this blog with me! :D

[crazylittlejester]

DAILY BRAINROT

I'm super distracted today, but at least I finished the sports photos project at work. :)

Anyway, I'm finally down to FH9 as far as your fics go, and I also just so happen to have a long weekend ahead of me, so it works out perfectly! No interruptions, just me and the fics and some snacks. :D

I'm thinking about Sky & Warriors as a duo again. I just know they work together really well 99% of the time. Although, if they do get into some kind of disagreement/argument, I don't think it'd end well. I mean, it's mostly on my mind because I'm writing a whole chapter about the two of them going on a rescue mission, but still!! So I'm adding it to my agenda. More Sky & Warriors content.

Speaking of, my oneshot spontaneously developed chapters, and I've been chewing on that all day. I have so many thoughts about how I'm going to screw with the group's dynamics. They are going to suffer.

oh my god, fics and snacks sounds so lovely 😭 im gonna fuckin’ treat myself tomorrow after the week i’ve had and honestly i might have to also just grab some snacks and read all the fics i’ve been meaning to read. maybe even curl up with a blanket and finish skyward sword too 😭 (also i really hope you enjoy fh9! im genuinely so excited to hear your thoughts and opinions on it 👁️👁️)

god Sky and Wars are just SUCH a duo, i adore them, they deserve everything and i wanna make more Sky and Wars content to feed the few of us out there who eat it up

OOOOOH FUN FUN FUN, rip to the blorbos tho… (im excited 👁️👁️)