#i'm planning on adding this in my au but if something here inspires you you're more than welcome to use it :)

[devil-works-hard]

Adding Things to BATIM

BATIM is one of those games that scratches the inside of my skull just right- to the point that one of my biggest gripes is that there's not much there. Sure, there's easter eggs and compelling environments, but a lot of the stuff introduced doesn't get taken as far as I think it could. So here are some things I would have liked to have seen in the first game.

NOTE: I know that Bendy is made by a small team, and that definitely influences how the games turn out. These ideas are purely hypothetical in a "unlimited money and hired talent" kind of way.

Art & Story

A multiplane camera and puzzle - This was a huge part in the animation-making process, as it helped with depth in the animations. I'm picturing a puzzle where you collect the different cells and backgrounds, and have to put together the sequence to unlock a secret.

Abby's desk/office

Discarded concept art for characters (kind of like the Don't Let Joey See This art)

Just adding the Story Department in general - Could literally just be a room with a bunch of books and typewriters.

Dot's desk, preferably with something relating to Buddy

Mr. Hemmings' desk/office

More things related to the filming/editing crew, including a dark room for the negatives

Music

The Employee Handbook says there's supposed to be a lot of offices there, so maybe more of those to make the space feel bigger

Sound Effects booth. They did some really creative stuff to achieve sound effects for those old cartoons. This could be another coded puzzle to unlock another secret

Maybe some more vinyl records, and a puzzle related to that

It sounds weird to say but Music is not nearly as flooded as people make it out to be. I Want It Underwater

Infirmary

An audio log from a nurse/worker talking about people getting sick from the ink, or even just from stress

Alternatively, an audio log from a disgruntled worker complaining how bare-bones and understaffed the infirmary is

Another ink monster corpse, just for the ✨aesthetic✨

Heavenly Toys

A maze room filled with shelves and boxes of unsold merch. This could also be in the Projectionist's domain

Different kinds of toys, like planes and Edgar's ducky

A puzzle where you make/fix toys

Instead of just grabbing the hearts from the Butcher Gang's hands, Henry should remove the hearts himself. That could be really tense in the Projectionist's domain

Finance

Again, add the Finance department. The handbook says Grant has 40+ people working under him, they should have offices. There's an overhead door to the right of the elevator; it could go there.

A math puzzle. It could be actual arithmetic/algebra, could just be messing with 1940s calculators.

Alternatively, a clock or time-related puzzle, because time is money

Adding this kind of stuff could add build-up to Grant's office reveal, which happens a little too soon in the chapter imo.

Archives

Make it a maze - it was a missed opportunity not to make it even bigger

Safecracking puzzles, for easter eggs and whatnot

Let Us Open Some Books! It would've been cool to have some special lore bits in the Archives.

Bendyland

Rollercoaster - I was half joking about the euthanasia coaster thing, but a rollercoaster thing would've been fun to see. Maybe it keeps getting stuck on the tracks, and Henry has to free up the wheels before something gets to him (a la the boat chase in Chapter 5)

Make the Bendy animatronic move. Lacie's audio log makes it sound like it should, so why not make it happen? It could be a Weeping Angel-type of enemy.

More fair games, like a dunk tank or duck pond game

On that note, give us a prize if we can beat them all, like an actual weapon for defeating Brute Boris instead of the cans

More audio logs from Bertrum, just to really build him up (and to give his boss fight more oomph).

Administration

Changing the locations of the functioning inkwells - The one inkwell that you need for the thick ink is right next to Joey's office, but once you've found it there's no incentive to search the rest of administration. Maybe, once you've grabbed that one ink blob, you have to find another functioning well.

PR department/office, bonus points if Joey's Chapter 4 audio log gets moved here

HR department/office, featuring a list of complaints made by employees

For a department so deep in the studio, Administration is surprisingly free from ink. Some offices could be flooded; there could be another plumbing puzzle to drain the offices.

The Maintenance Department is apparently lumped under Admin, so maybe give Wally a proper office (and/or broom closet)

And, as a bonus, a couple smaller ideas:

The ability to search through desks, file cabinets, lockers and trash cans (as seen in BATDR). This could really add some depth and interactivity to the studio and insight into the lives of the workers. Plus, there's more opportunities for spooky stuff. Imagine opening a desk and finding a still-beating heart.

Crevices, crawlspaces, secret tunnels and areas that were discovered/used by Norman- these could lead to secrets, or just be a shortcut through complicated areas of the studio.

Another area that requires a flashlight (like the dark hallway in Chapter 3).

I've got more ideas, but those are the ideas that don't involve fundamentally rewriting the game. Feedback and thoughts would be appreciated!

[cutecatlov3r]

"𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

kenma kozume x reader (fem)

some drabbles on your rivals to lovers relationship with kenma !

words: 1.4k

warnings/tw: all characters are 18+, college AU(?), mean! kenma, enemies to lovers, and some suggestive themes.

a/n: I just needed to write about kenma being mean to you and you being mean back, if you want I can make a smut version as well... heavily inspired by the Netflix series "The Beef", made me cry sm . like, comment, re-blog ily ! don't copy my work . not proofread .

★ As soon as he met you he despised you . He couldn't stand the sound of your annoying ass voice, all he wanted was to sit in peace . Usually he doesn't mind being around loud people but you... You pissed him off for some reason, he never wanted to be around you.

"I don't think Kenma likes me..." you whispered in Kuroo's ear. You started to sense Kenma rolling his eyes at you and scoffing every time you spoke. He annoyed you, if he had something to say, you wanted him to say it to your face .

It was so obvious you were talking about Kenma, he sat in front of you and Kuroo. You talked so loud, you couldn't even whisper silently, it irked Kenma even more.

"You're fine Y/n, everyone loves you," Kuroo reassured, patting your back, gently.

Kenma furrowed his eyebrows as he played his game. Yeah right, he can't even stand you. He would never be able to like someone so childish and annoying...

★ He hates the fact that all of his friends adored you. He knows damn well they only like you because you are somewhat attractive. He knows what you are thinking when you show up to their practices in skirts and tank tops, he knows that you're just there because you're a slut .

"Stop distracting our team, just get out of here... We don't want you here anyway," Kenma mumbled, sweat dripping from his forehead.

To be fair, you were kind of distracting Kuroo and Lev by talking to them whenever they got the chance to speak with you. But still! It infuriated you that Kenma worded it like that, it was rude!

"No need to be rude Kenma, I'm here to support my friends," you retorted, crossing your arms. you've about had it with him, you know he doesn't like you. And it pisses you off because you did nothing!

★ Kenma loathed the way his friends talk about you any chance they get. You are a cute girl, those boys just can't help themselves. Still, it makes Kenma frustrated.

"Y/n is so sweet, she made me some brownies today," Kuroo swooned. Kuroo had a little thing for you, you weren't aware of this but all of the boys knew.

"Oh yeah? Well she's planning to wear my jersey the next time we have a game," Yaku teased.

"She said she'll be cheering for me at the next game too. Only me," Lev added, punching Kuroo's shoulder playfully.

Kuroo started to visibly sulk.

"...I hate you guys... She won't be doing any of that, she's going to-"

"Can you guys please shut up? I'm tired of hearing about Y/n, that's all you guys ever talk about. It's annoying," Kenma said, his eyes glued to his phone.

★ Finally, you confronted him at a party in front of everyone. After that day, the two of you HATED each other, or so you thought. You could never see yourself being friends with him, ever.

"What the hell is your problem?! You spilled that drink on me on purpose!" you yelled, very angry at the situation. You were embarrassed, everyone saw, it made you feel like crying. You had issues when it came to having everyone pay attention to you. You only liked being around your group of friends, not the whole damn party.

Kenma did spill his drink on you but it wasn't on purpose, it was a simple accident. He bumped into you as you were dancing with Kuroo and Bokuto, causing his cup to spill on your clothes. Still, he found it amusing when he saw you get angry at the situation, so he did not apologize or even acknowledge you until you called him out.

"I didn't do it on purpose so..."

"Yes you did!" you exclaimed, Kuroo held on to your shoulder, trying to calm you down.

"Let's calm down y/n," Kuroo tried to say.

"Stop trying to defend her idiotic ways. She can handle things herself, she's not a damn baby," Kenma commented, feeling more aggravated

Kenma pinched his eyebrows together.

"What did I ever do to you?! Seriously! You're always so mean for no reason! I knew you didn't like me but holy fuck, spilling a drink on me is a bit much!"

"So bothersome... I'm going to tell you this once. I. Did. Not. You fucking idi-"

Slap!

★ After the whole slap situation Kenma saw you in a different light kind of... He still hated your guts but he did notice how strong and confident you were. He couldn't help but admire some of the good aspects of you. So instead of dreading you, he openly speaks to you, only making rude comments of course. And you did not hold back either.

"What should I wear to Akaashi's party?" you asked, showing off a few outfits to Kuroo and Bokuto. The men sat on the floor, they loved listening to your rants and their favorite thing to do is tell you what to wear.

"The black skirt is cute," Bokuto said, pointing at the skirt in your left hand.

"No way! I like the dress, it always shows off your natural curves," Kuroo added, giving you a sly wink.

You giggled at their suggestions, Kuroo and Bokuto were your favorite friends.

Kenma groaned, bored of the conversation, he was dragged there because he is Kuroo's best friend so he was forced to go wherever he went.

"Do you have an issue?" you asked, sassily, placing your hands on your hips.

"Your voice is so damn annoying,"

You pretended to gasp, gripping your chest. "How mean Kenma!... Is what I would say if I cared. I didn't even want you here so please refrain from making any unnecessary comments,"

Kenma rolled his eyes at your bratty attitude.

★ You two banter all the time, some would consider it flirting but you never saw it in that way. Mutual disrespect for each other... Yeah, only mutual disrespect.

You whined, begging Kuroo not to leave you with Kenma. He was on his way to class, if he went to class, you'd be left with Kenma.

"Please Tetsuro!" you begged, giving him the best puppy eyes you could. "Stay! Skip class! Please!!"

Kuroo smiled, he loved seeing your bratty side, it excited him. "You know I can't n/n, just stay with Kenma, I'll be done in an hour,"

You groaned. Kenma cocked his eyebrow at you.

"Trust me, I'm not happy either," he mumbled, his hands shoved deep into his sweatshirt pockets.

"Oh of course you are Kenma! I know you're in love with me, you love being around me!" you cheered, sarcastically.

Kenma visibly gagged, causing Kuroo to laugh.

★ Eventually though... The two of you were forced to be around each other more, creating an unusual bond. You both don't directly hate each other, you just don't have a super stable friendship. But! You guys can be with each other without having the mean tension.

"Sup bitch, have you seen Kuroo?" you asked, placing your legs on Kenma's lap.

He shoved them off him instantly.

"Disgusting. And I don't know where he is, I think he went to grab some snacks for movie night,"

You hummed to yourself. A happy tune was in your mind and you couldn't help but hum.

"Can you hum quieter? Holy shit, so annoying," Kenma said, pulling his own hair. Obviously he was joking.

And with him saying that, you hummed as loud as you could.

★ Uh oh... Why did he have to walk in on you changing your clothes... That just made some things weird between you two...

"Idiot, where are you-"

Your face burned with embarrassment, you were in the middle of removing your shirt in your room. Why the hell did he have to come in right now?!

The two of you just stared at each other... In complete silence, unsure how to break the awkward tension.

Luckily, Kenma slammed the door shut.

"What the fuck," he thought, taking a deep breath. "No fucking way..." he continued thinking, looking down at his pants.

Kuroo ran to the scene, worried about the door being slammed.

"What's up with you? Oh shit man you have a boner," Kuroo commented, pointing at his pants.

"No shit!"

You heard the whole conversation, shaking your head, wishing you didn't hear anything.

★ After that the two of you just teased each other, meanly, sometimes being harsh. And actually started building a friendship, not a friendly one though.

"Slut,"

"Pervert,"

"You wanted me to walk in on you," Kenma yawned, placing his hands behind his head.

The two of you were currently walking through the hallways, planning to meet up with Kuroo. This was the first time you guys spoke about the situation. It made your cheeks burn thinking about it. But... It made Kenma feel other things.

"Shut up! You probably were spying on me! You wanted to see me like that,"

Kenma shrugged. "I still think you wanted me to walk in on you,". He faked a gasp "Are you in love with me?!"

"You wish," you rolled your eyes.

That's all I have for now... Maybe I'll make a part 2, just wanted to drabble some scenarios :x

[itsgrimeytime]

Magnolia in May (Part One) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Song Inspiration (in honor of Speak Now Taylor's Version): Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Summary: Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.

TWS: mentioned infidelity, abandoning children, and rumors.

[[ A/N: Is a Southern accent accurate for this time period? No, no it is not. Do I care? No, no I do not. Pride and Prejudice vibes. You are the sister of Maggie and Beth, and the daughter of Hershel. For plot purposes, I've decided you're the oldest. I was twirling my hair and giggling at this soooooo... And yes it is a quote from The Princess and the Frog. Anyway, thanks for reading!! ]]

"Oh, please," Maggie laughed, "-a rich man? Here? Never."

You added in a shushed voice, as it was late in the night, "Last man I saw around here was Mr. Knightley, and I'd surely say he's much too old for my taste."

The giggles filled the candle-gleamed room, it was coated in a special shade of orange -almost like a sunset. You thought it'd be a nice painting were you to ever find the motivation to paint.

The rumor that had been spilled in the quiet of the night was a man with a vast fortune on the hunt for a wife -nothing was known about him. Just that he was rich and wife hunting was enough for some people. Most people.

"I heard he's quite handsome," Beth whispered -across the room in her single bed, while you and Maggie shared the double.

You quipped, "I supposed someone imaginary might be so."

The pillow that went flying across the room only allowed more giggles to surmise in the dim room -an aura of pure joy.

Beth, who was now smiling but still wished to be taken seriously, "I'm serious! Cassandra a few towns over said she saw him in his carriage."

"I'm not so sure you should be looking in carriages, Beth," Maggie retorted -laughter on the tip of her tongue.

"You two are despicable," hissed across the space, as yet another pillow flew toward the bed.

It was such a far-off idea, really. A visitor? Here? Really? Alexandria was a far too quiet town for anyone to even travel to. Everyone knew everyone and so a visitor would only be talked about rather than be approached; eyes across the road, everyone would be waiting for a mistake. For something to spread.

"If there is such a man," you spoke, leaning back against the bed after the giggles were silent and the candles extinguished, "-I'd say he's rather brave for it."

You woke up that morning to the birds chirping -bright and sing-songy. It was like an alarm to you, pleasant noises against the cold of the morning and you thought just for a second... Maybe you could sleep in just a few more moments.

"Girls! We must be up and ready," her voice echoed up the stairs -pointed and sort of squeaky, "-I have some grand news!"

Naturally, your Headmistress had halted those plans -always eager to instill proper behavior. It was her job, after all. Your father had hired her, shortly after your mother had passed -a sickness not even your father could fix. It was a difficult decision, but with three young daughters and no mother, you never really blamed him. In order to excel, you needed to be married, and to be married, you needed to be proper.

"If I could, I'd hold the house on my own. But, I'm getting older and I'm not what I used to be."

Your father was much looser on restrictions, and you and your sisters would've never gotten this far with your Headmistress Elisa, tragically. She was quite the bore.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you pulled yourself up -beautiful birds washed out by Ms. Elisa's fussing. Quickly brushing your hair back into something more presentable, you shook and woke both of your sisters, whispering that you'd stall until she came looking.

"Headmistress, Father-" you spoke, adjusting your dress (the one you'd hardly worn because it was terribly out of fashion) and stepping out into the open, "-good morning."

Your father was at the table, head flickering between a file laid at his fingertips -a patient, you assumed. He often took cases home that irked him or needed more thought than what he could do at the clinic. Drastically careful with the personal details, you really only learned of medical issues instead of the faces behind them. Your father was adamant in never went farther.

"Good morning, darling," Elisa smiled, a little frustration in the pull of her lips -probably at the noticeable lack at your sides, "-good to know someone listens to me."

And then she paused, eyes racking along the dress you'd chosen in a split second -as you knew she would.

"Oh, no no no-" she echoed, tsking as she pinched the fabric in her hands -eyes analyzing the fabric, "-this won't do, Dr. Greene, we need much better dresses for the girls-"

"Headmistress, I'm sure I could find something more fitting, I foolishly assumed this was just breakfast-"

"Better dresses?" he questioned, file laid closed by his hands, "Whatever for?"

That was when your sisters had joined, hair not perfect but much better than you thought it would be on the time limit. Their dresses were much the same, evidence of a lack of current fashion trends -you flinched at the Headmistress's gaze settling on it.

"Well, now that everyone is present," she spoke, tone clipped and posture impossibly straight, "-Alexandria is expecting rather prolific company."

Father straightened then, attentive to the prospect, "And who may this be? Would I know them?"

"You must-" her voice was almost dreamy at the prospect of such a lavish living, "-the man's rather well-known in Atlanta, rather, the family is. Rhee, darling."

Your father paused seeming to take in the information -like he was trying to remember if he'd known the name, or maybe specifically the person.

"But-" your Headmistress grinned, the most excited you'd ever seen her, "-there’s even more! The younger man of the Rhee name, he's close friends with the man who owns the large estate only a few miles off of here."

"It's safe to assume they'll both be around, then?" Beth asked with the shyness that reflected her age -she was rather doe-eyed.

It had always caused you to worry, your youngest sister out in the world. She was capable, really, just a smidgen naive, and such a beautiful girl can't afford to be naive.

Before the headmistress could answer, Father seemed to add some things together -the furrow on his brow prominent, "Wait, the man who owns the estate? You mean the one off the road around the Henleys?"

"The one with the lavish fountains, yes," Elisa answered, a bit disinterested in this turn of conversation.

"I know Mr. Grimes," he stated -a sort of empathy deeply seeded into his tone, "-and knowing him makes me certain he is not looking for a mistress. Not after the first one."

You pursed your brow, a bit confused by the wording, "Is the man a widow?"

Your father faltered, a bit of uncertainty flattening upon his lips, "Well, not quite, dear. He lost his wife, yes, but not the way you think."

"If you count 'running off with a soldier' losing her, you mean."

Father's face stiffened, "Miss Elisa, it's rather disrespectful to speak of a man's life that way."

"Just the truth, Hershel," she leaned in to you three -whispering the rest, "-I heard it was the man's own best friend."

"If you must know, I'd much rather tell you correctly. Mr. Grimes is a man I rightly respect," your father sighed, a bit of defeat on his tongue but you honestly couldn't say you weren't interested, "-She did run off with a soldier, General Walsh -I believe. And it was Mr. Grimes most trusted companion, a friend from youth from what I understand. Left him and the children about 2 years ago."

Maggie, who'd been silent until now, asked, "Children?"

"Yes," your father added, a little forlorn, "-he's to raise them himself. I find I empathize him."

"More reason for him to be on the look," your Headmistress tsked, "-who wouldn't want a maternal figure for their children? It'd be truly shameful."

You bit your tongue at the implication, heavy stares at your father, "I'm sure he has their best interests at heart, Headmistress. It's not right to assume a man's honor just on rumor alone."

"Not right, indeed," Father agreed, turning back to his file so slightly, "-if he is looking for a mistress, as you say he is, he'd be a wonderful suitor for you girls. So, I'm not very opposed."

And then the Headmistress was off again, fiddling with each sister's hair and pulling out old fabric for ribbons (she asked for new ones, and was met with the conundrum of dress or ribbons). She'd especially fussed over you, being the oldest of the group -she wished to have you married first. "The longer you wait, the harder it'll be, trust me, deary."

Needless to say, you were quite joyous that Headmistress had still sent you on your weekly visit to the shops.

It had intially started much like how this morning had -a wish for anyone to ask for your hand or even begin courting you. After that ended (only because any man in a ten mile radius was either not rich, happily married, or much too old), she'd requested you simply because you were the most trained.

Maggie was in a bit of a rebel streak, Headmistress surely feared any time she left the house without supervisor, and Beth? Well, she was rather well-composed but still naive. The first -and last- time she had gone, she'd spent much more than you'd probably spend in a month. Local men had swindled her and she hadn't even noticed.

You were a middle ground, already having your rebellious streak and fully knowing how to stand your ground.

That morning the market was busier than you expected, as you navigated through the stalls each one only smelling better. Your first stop was always fruit, as the better stock would always be taken early you urged to get the best... reasonably.

The man who ran the stall was kind, had a wonderful smile and always remembered your name, you found you always remembered his : Mr. Elliotts.

He was old, and seemed to only really have the fruits to his name -he was rather fond of talking and had told you a lot. You knew much about the man, and dreaded the day he'd close up shop -you'd miss him if he did.

"Hello, miss," his voice was big and grand, tone ever-so-happy to see you, "-I've got quite the selection for you today. All your favorites."

"After my heart, Mr. Elliotts?"

He laughed, a jolly sort of laugh you would've expected Saint Nick to have when you were young, "Funny, don't let your father hear that one, eh? I've got all types of berries for you, specially grown."

"Oh, thank you," you said, grateful.

Mr. Elliotts was not a clean man, you knew that much, his facial hair was overgrown, and his face was always dusted in a healthy spatter of dirt. It had always just seemed more natural to you, than the other cleaner stalls decorating the square. You knew very well you were often the only customer of his, just because he looked like he'd gotten the fruits himself.

"No problem," he grinned -big and toothy.

Once the conversation had settled, you'd ordered your berries with a sense of ease -merely pointing gently at the types just in case he couldn't hear you. You were comfortable with him and were rather fond of his presence. So even after packing away the fruit you'd bought into your basket, you still stayed near.

After the first few stories though, there was something odd.

On your arm, the basket rested -poised prettily, properly. It felt like a familiar weight at this point -used to the trips that you'd become rather excited about. But what wasn't was the slight tug on your dress -you'd barely noticed it, merely feeling like a gust of wind.

On instinct, though, your head turned to check it -eager to keep your dresses in good condition so your Headmistress wouldn't lose her head. And when you had, you'd met an unfamiliar face.

It was a little girl, her hand cinched on your dress and pulling on the fabric -intent on getting your attention. She was blond, a mess of curls gracing her head only alluding to what she had been up to earlier that day -you couldn't help but smile at her.

"Well, hello, little one," you hummed, crouching down to her side and looking around for anyone that had been looking for her, "-where are your parents?"

The little girl didn't speak, as you thought she might know a few, only leveling with your basket -brown eyes heavily focused on the fruit within. You pursed your lips, watching her as her little tiny hand extended toward you -open and shutting her fingers in a grabbing gesture.

You smiled, still flickering in the crowd for anyone with that familiar worry, "You want one?"

Still crouching down, you fished into your basket -grabbing one that she could hold and gently placing it in her palm. Her grin was a little toothy, as she with ease ate the blueberry -dribbles of the vivid blue making a mess along her mouth.

And then, a voice with an unfamiliar accent spoke about the crowd, "Judith? Where are ya? Have you seen a little toddler 'bout yay big little pink dress, blonde curls-"

Without so much as an extra thought, you gently grabbed her clean hand -keeping her close to your side. Your eyes wandered to match the voice of the man, guiding Judith back to her home. The market was a little too busy to go just on noise-

And then, you saw him.

A tall man with pushed-back brunette curls that were elegantly brushed behind his ears, and a pinch of worry in his eyebrows. He was currently turned to an older lady -crouched slightly to speak to her appropriately. You could see the brush of stubble across his jaw, and a hint of bright blue eyes.

You spared a thought, he's quite pretty. Before pushing it away, and trying to gather his attention, "Sir? Hello, excuse me-"

The man spun to your attention, blue eyes settled intently on you -a bit in shock. You immediately realized he was quite finely dressed for such an occasion, a neatly pressed white shirt and brown vest -a sort of detailed satin. Sleeves elegantly rolled up from the heat, he still looked starchly overdressed -you brushed at your dress insecurely. He seemed to start to say something-

"Dada," the girl, Judith, squealed -escaping your hand to run to him.

The man stalled for a second, eyes still set on you -before seeming to shake his head back into shape. He crouched down to match her enthusiasm, arms open wide and grinning, "Jude, thank god."

Pulling the girl to his chest, he stood. Eyes uncertainly settling on you, but still with an expert air of gratefulness, "Thank you so much, you really don't know what you've done for me, Miss uh-"

"Greene," you answered, unused to such affection displayed by a father -you found it rather charming, "-Ms. Greene. And really there's no need, I'm glad to help. She's a sweetheart."

"No, no, really-" he spoke, still a little uncertain, "-Is there anything at all I could do for ya? You have no idea-" And then he paused, looking towards his daughter with a peculiar eye (the smudge of blue still prominent on her lips) and then your basket.

"Oh, right, sorry-" you apologized, straightening the basket on your arm with a sort of nervous fidget, "-I just bought them from a stall, Mr. Elliotts, she seemed to want one. I apologize if I overstepped-"

"Could I buy ya more?"

You stalled, "I... what?"

He paused, thinking over his own words, "Well, she ate one and I'd like to thank you-"

"Sir, she only ate one," you answered -smiling at the odd idea he'd explained, "-trust me, it won't be missed."

"I insist," he carefully spoke, Judith bouncing gently in his arms a passive sort of affection you found rather endearing.

You opened your mouth, rather unused to such forward generosity -especially for something so simple as what you had done, "Well, it wouldn't-"

And then, as if the world had heard the offer (and hated you), the church bell rang -a sort of melodic noise that brushed over the center. You usually enjoyed it, keen on the tone that settled over your skin, but this time, you didn't.

"Oh, is that the bell?!" you stopped yourself, frantically looking up at the swinging golden symbol, "-I'm so sorry, I'm going to be late for breakfast. Perhaps next time?"

"'Course," he responded -the low rasp of his voice sounded quite melodic itself, you noted, "-'til I see you again. Enjoy your breakfast."

"Right, yes-" you shook yourself out of your stupor, and you think you heard him laugh, "-you and Judith enjoy your day as well, okay?"

"We will," he said -a semblance of a grin brushing across his face, you turned a bit crimson at it. All perfectly white teeth and dashing charm, "-Goodbye, Ms. Greene."

That was the last you heard, as you hurried across the courtyard -not very eager to listen to your Headmistress screech about timeliness and its importance to a proper woman. You'd imagine she'd nearly die if she could see you running through the courtyard now, actually.

You thought, just for a spare second, it might be worth it.

[itsyagurlchip]

Can u tell me more of ur au plz?

you're in luck! I still have a few character ref sheets left! I'll give more characterization and backstory for these lil guys!

also sorry if this comes out a bit late- im taking a break from art for a while and while im typing this (07/30/24) i'm also finishing the visualization ref page for reader.

(current chip) ANON KISSING YOU ON THE CHEEK SWINGING YOU AROUND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK!!<3333 MY IDEAS ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE CATCH UP OR BE CONFUSED.

It's both an AU, and a fic so I apologize if things get messed up. So when I say "Undertake Sans/Papyrus/Person" it refers to my AU rather than the original "classic". My fic refers to the "6 skeletons, one human" trope and the AU focuses on details from the Undertake universe.

I may have over explained, but I wanted to keep that clear- And most of this post will take the time to talk about the plot and lore of the fic.

As I've said before, Undertake is just a sillier version of Undertale where shenanigans happen all the time on the surface. But I've never explained fully why. Welp! Here you go....

We all know how the trope goes. Sans tries to get his Dad back, and succeeds! Except this time, it's on the surface. And Frisk doesn't feel like...Frisk. Anyways, bringing Gaster back from the Void has caused complications within the universe, about 5 years after monsters resurfaced.

"One time things" turn into regular occurrences, stereotypical situations that would never happen in real life are happening, it's overall stupidity!

But Sans and Reader are the only ones who "know" about this change. Sans just rolls along with it, using this as a breather from past resets. Reader, on the other hand, has whiplash from the whole thing. When did everything change? and why? Something felt wrong in their SOUL. Everyone else seems to fit into this random "normal" and it pisses reader off.

But they're a kid. They don't know what they're talking about, so they ignore them as best as they can.

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Since every monster is on the surface, and pretty much all need jobs, Sans becomes a scientist of sorts. He represents most monster scientists, and helps humans with the evolution of magic-science. He doesn't work all the time, that's a big role to fit in; something Alphy's would gladly take, and so he mostly works on projects at home.

Integrating n shit, I'll leave those details to the fic.

After getting licensed, transferring his master's degree in physics, and getting all the tools he needs, he decides to re-build gaster's machine to bring him back.

Mind you, this is a year after they get to the surface, so nothing has changed yet. When Gaster came through the machine (I'll draw it so you can get a better representation of what it looks like) he was horrified.

Why was he melting? His face was now stuck in a forever frown. Looking at his hands, you could still see the holes engraved into them from when he was first born.

He began to sign something ancient, a language horrifically nostalgic he almost forgot to catch what he was saying.

But before he could respond, the world went black. There was a wild pulsing in his SOUL before the world went black.

^^reader parallels this btw

I'm not gonna drop too much, because I don't wanna spoil any plans I have for this, but thank you so much for this ask!! I might even start writing chapters in January

here's reader's character sheet btw. (and when you guys read it do understand that you dont have to portray them in the same way i do, nor do you have too be an ass abt it)

©KAL pls don't steal, repost, trace, or whatever an art theif does. you can inspire yourself! just tag me to let me know<3

y'all better clap for me

im on a writing roll

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[fandomfablesunleashed]

I'm not sure anyone wants to read my rambling, but in case you're curious, here's an update on my writing plans:

After finishing And They Were Roommates, I planned to release a one-shot about roommate Law (inspired by the penultimate chapter of Ace’s story). It was supposed to be angsty and unresolved, but me being myself, I started adding more and more while editing and came up with even more ideas. Once it hit 14K words, I decided to scrap the one-shot idea and turn it into a longer work, even though I had planned to focus on another longer fic for now (also about Law, but set in the canon One Piece world). Oops 🤷‍♀️.

I prefer to start posting once I have the whole story figured out—so far, I have eight chapters kinda done, and then things get complicated. As someone who mostly writes fluff, it's harder to tackle this. Also, It's turning out to have more plot than I originally thought, so I need to figure out how to make it work the way I want 😅 .

Besides, for this story, I wrote my first smut scene🔥, but then decided to cut it out and make it fade to black instead, as not everyone may want to read that. I don't want people to opt out of my story because of one sex scene, but I might be persuaded to release it as bonus content later🤭.

So, Law lovers, modern AU fans, hang in there, Tangled Lives is coming! Some day, hopefully soon🤞.

But before that happens, I’ll also have a Valentine's special for you (A Heartfelt Deception), featuring him. It's a modern AU with fake dating, and it's currently sitting at 7K words.

I also have a shorter one-shot about Ace coming soon (Sugar, Spice, and a Little Too Much Flirting)—it's about the reader baking while Ace is being a nuisance and flirting too much. I was grinning like crazy while writing it. It's written, but needs to be edited.

Besides that, I'm working on something for Genshin Impact for Valentine's featuring Xiao, and I recently started playing Love and Deep Space, which totally hooked me (especially Zayne and Sylus). So, there might be something related to that here soon too🫠

[spoiledleaff]

back on my sleep token fantasy au sillies !!

i think i'm enjoying this a little too much at this point, haha! buuuut, i'm hoping to give my brain some added extra inspiration for finishing this fic and maybe thinking of something new! >:Dc

for those who haven't indulged me on this yet, i'm in the process of writing little snippets for a st fantasy au i've worked on for the past good few months or so! i usually just write a fic inspired by a song of choice, so by answering this poll, you're doing me a huge writing favor, haha!

oh, but! but! leaf!! you forgot some songs! :0 i know, i know! it's actually because i'm already planning something for them/have already written for them! :D

for the case of ascensionism and dywtylm, i'm already working on those! :D i've talked about the ascensionism wip a bit already so i'll spare you, but it's a ii/iii-centric fic/inevitable character study! whereas the dywtylm will be a iv character study that i think might feature either iii or v! though i'm leaning more towards iii cause i'm having a bit too much fun writing him already :) trying to give ii a bit of a break, haha!

as for vore, i've already published that work! you can find it on my ao3 or just clink >>here!<< to read some sappy angsty silly vessel/ii! :)

anywaaays, that's all, haha! once again, thank you to everyone for indulging the fantasy au brainrot :'D it's been a long time coming and i fear that this tour season just might make it worse, haha! so buckle up everyone!! >:Dc

[itsamenickname]

If you're still doing that writer's ask thing, I have a question:

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(Btw, I found your Bowuigi story earlier today and I freakin love it!!!!! I can't wait to see how the awesome story ends!!!!)

Aww, thank you so much anon! 😊 I apologize that it's taking me a while to get back on my feet, but trust me when I say that I have every full intention of finishing To Break the Bonds Within Two Kingdoms. :) (I already have the ending planned out, but it's more so of a matter of me taking some time to sit down and polish up the last two chapters (especially after I took an almost 2-month hiatus from writing). 😅))

And to answer your question, yes, I'm still accepting questions from the writer's ask (this specific post is what anon is referring to). :) As a way to make things easier for everyone who's reading this, I'll paste the question right next to the emoji/symbol so that everyone will know what anon is specifically asking.

💌 question: "Share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

So if you remember this post I made a while back, once I'm back on my feet, I am planning to upload a one-shot story before I start working on To Break the Bonds Within Two Kingdoms again. As I'm writing this response, there are two one-shot ideas that I've thought about for at least a few months (especially the second idea I'll talk about because that idea was a story I was originally going to work on after I finish TBTBWTK).

(Adding a cut here because the 2nd WIP will contain spoilers to TBTBWTK)

Idea/WIP 1: So the title of this WIP is called, Till Death Do Us Part My Sweet Little Bride and I'll start by saying right away that this story is a lot different than TBTBWTK because it's a one-sided angst Bowuigi story. Now to provide context on the events that happened before the actual story, Bowser kidnapped Luigi because he decided that he wanted to marry him instead of Peach (haven't figured out on Bowser's actual reason in wanting to marry Luigi instead of Peach yet). Now at first, Luigi was pretty compliant in waiting for Mario to rescue him, but minutes before the actual wedding would take place, Luigi made the brave and bold decision to attack the Shy Guy who was taking him to Bowser's throne room and make an escape attempt (the reason he did this is because he noticed that there were no other guards nearby who could stop him from escaping. It was just Luigi and that one Shy Guy in the hallway.) After Luigi attacks the minion/guard, the story would then center around Luigi trying to escape Bowser's Castle (while wearing a wedding dress), but would then hide in one of the guest rooms after he hears Bowser's voice and realizes that Bowser is now actively looking for him. (I will point out that this idea was kind of inspired by @jelixpo angst Bowuigi's au (which y'all can read about here), but the very first inspirations of this idea was me wanting to write a one-shot angst Bowuigi story after I finish TBTBWTK and the idea of Luigi wearing a dress to his wedding.))

Idea/WIP 2: I haven't found a title I like for this WIP yet, but similar to Till Death Do Us Part My Sweet Little Bride, this is going to be an angst Bowuigi story. However, unlike TDDUPMSLB, this story not only centers around Jerry the Hammer Brother, but it's actually kind of a prequel to TBTBWTK because the main focus on this story is Jerry's reaction to finding out that Luigi tried to kill himself (if you recall in chapter 17 of TBTBWTK, Luigi admitted to Mario that Bowser successfully saved him from committing suicide).

Now whether I'll work on WIP 1 or WIP 2, that's where I've been a little indecisive on. As of right now, I'm really leaning towards the Jerry-focused one-shot because I do really like the idea of sharing some of the events that happened before TBTBWTK took place (not to mention that I do want to create at least one story that centers around Jerry since he's become a pretty popular character in my story). :)

Although, I will say that I do love the Till Death Do Us Part My Sweet Little Bride title because of how mysterious and ominous it sounds.

[nirikeehan]

Good morning!! 🪹 and ⚡️ for the weather asks?

Thank you for these!!

Question list here

🪹 Drought - What do you do to help with Writer's Block?

(idk why the emoji isn't showing up on my desktop 🤷‍♀️ hope that's not the case for others)

After many, many years of writing, I have come to the conclusion "writer's block" is a deceptive name for "burn out." I have never once been "blocked" when excited by a new idea, or have the time and the mental energy to dedicate to a project. I have been blocked when stressed out and overworked, or coming off of having to bang out a ton of papers at the end of a semester, or because I've been staring at the same WIP every day for the last five years.

The worst writing advice I got in school, the one they will try to hammer into you over and over, is that you should be writing every day of your life. Not only is this advice false, it is dangerous. I firmly believe aside from eating, drinking, sleeping and maybe bathing, there is literally nothing you need to be doing every day until you die. (I mean, I guess parenting maybe, but eventually kids will be old enough to take care of themselves for a day or two.)

I got into this horrible shame spiral if I did not write every single day, regardless of how many jobs I was working, or how much stress or anxiety I had going on in my life, I was a horrible failure as a writer and I'd never amount to anything and blah blah blah. And it's just... too much. It's too fucking much.

So if I'm well and truly blocked, and the words just aren't coming, I rest. I do something else. Maybe I write something else. This is why I have ended up with a ton of WIPs lol - I realized I will write far more if I have several projects I can juggle than if I have The One Project That Must Be Finished or Else... or else what? Nothing, that's what. You're just making yourself feel guilty for no reason. Especially if you are writing for a hobby, nothing you're writing ever needs to be finished. If you're just practicing and noodling around with ideas, that's okay! Who cares? You can finish it when you feel like it! You're not on the clock! There's no algorithm you need to feed to get paid! Removing a capitalist mindset from writing (assuming you aren't immediately being paid to write the thing) helped my actual writing IMMENSELY.

⚡️Lightning - Have you ever spontaneously added something to your story that you wouldn't have added normally? If so, what made you do it?

Oh God NGL that's like 90% of the things I write. I'm really into "what if" ideas. I chase those plots like mad. I have one that hit me this morning while half asleep and I might write it today instead of finishing this nightmare au chapter. Maybe I'll do both if I have time, IDK.

Even if I have things vaguely planned most of the time I am just writing scenes to see what happens. So if something comes up organically I am far more likely to say "huh, okay, let's see how I can incorporate this into the story" than I am to say, nuh uh, get out. I think stories are better for this sort of innovation. I know everyone is in a moral panic about AI lately, but I truly believe stuff like this is what will always separate human creativity from machines. The AI is doing predictive text, trying to guess things based on stuff that's already been done a million times. If you get a weird flash of inspiration but you think it's out of "the norm" – I tend to find that's the real visionary stuff that comes out of writing. I'm not into leaning into the bland, formulaic options. That will just convince the corporate overlords there IS no difference between human creativity and AI.

[agentstarkid]

ROHAYHU ✦ DR3

“Rohayhu is an expression in the Guaraní language that serves to describe a deep feeling of love towards another person. It's believed that there are two variants of the story of its origin and in both situations, the couple falls in love almost from the first meeting. That feeling seems to grow rapidly over time. In an effort to show their affections through an expression that was only understandable to both of them, one of them proposed the word "Rohayhu" as the way to say "I love you." In this way, when one said it, the other would be able to understand the intention behind those words.”

✦ PAIRING: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader

✦ PIT BOARD: social media au | ✦ FC: becky g

✦ TRACK LIMITS: female!reader, covid-19 & quarantine mentions, age gap, language.

✦ MAY'S RADIO: Holiiiii babes! ✨ I'm sososo happy you guys liked Serendipity as much as you did, I was honestly so anxious! I really cheerished each and every single one of your feedbacks 🤍 I'm also sooo sorry it took me so long to post part 2 but honestly I wouldn't even be posting this today if it wasn't for @onceuponaoneshotfanfic 🤍 she listened to all my ramblings and gave me so many great ideas when I was feeling stuck! 😭 On another note, I'm pretty sure most of you guys never heard of the guaraní language and that's okay because here I am to shed a bit of light on it 😉. Guaraní it's one of the official languages of my country (along with spanish) and, in my humble opinion, it sounds so romantic and elegant. And as much as I'm trying to keep the reader's nationality pretty ambiguous, I had to give my culture a little role in this story somehow. By the way, Ro is pronounced with a flicked R sound, not rolled and the O is /ŏ/. Hayhu sounds like 'Hi who'.

I really hope you enjoy this one! Every feedback is appreciated 🥰

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INTERVIEW: The most romantic side of Y/N L/N! | LatinxNow!

The singer reveals all about how she's spending lockdown down under, her new cooking show and how her fans "know the one she's in love with".

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danielricciardo Happy Monday kids. Don't forget to be kind 😉🤠🤘

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user 2 hands on the wheel, please Daniel

user2 yourinstagram we'd love an epic car sing along 👀

user3 you're a goddamn treasure to the Y/N-nation sir! 😍

yourinstagram Can't decide if I'm flattered or filing for copyright infringement 🤔

danielricciardo Guess I'm taking over your career now 😘 yourinstagram let's stick to our day jobs mate 👍🏼 you're lucky you're cute tho 😘

user4 he's NOT being slutty enough. pop that leggy up on the seat pls

user5 how can one be so hot and so cringe at the same time

user6 it's his brand™

user7 does anyone else want to empty their bank account to see him on stage with y/n?

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yourinstagram Most of the things I had planned this summer didn’t end up happening, but there are two things I hadn’t planned on that DID happen. And those things are finding someone whose love feels like daylight, warm and full of new beginnings, and my 5th studio album, Vesper. SURPRISE! 🌟🤗 Brace yourselves, lovelies! During these tough times, I turned to music and created something truly magical. I've been pouring my dreams, hopes, heart and soul into this project. I'm beyond thrilled to unveil my entire brand new album featuring a collection of heartfelt love songs dedicated to the one who always keeps my creative flame alive 🃏❤️. Love has a funny way of inspiring art, I wrote and recorded this music in isolation but got to collaborate with some musical geniuses! Better set your alarms, it'll be released TONIGHT at the stroke of midnight as a heartfelt gift to you and to my muse! 🎂 ALSO keep an eye out for Los Besos' music video! 👀 I really hope you guys enjoy this little piece of my heart as much I did recording it! Love you guys so much ❤️

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user THE COVER PHOTOS HELLOOO??? THE VIDEO???? WHAT. THE. FUCKITY. FUCK.

user2 DAN-Y/N WE STAY WINNING BABY!!!! KI KI KI RAAA!!

user2 if they ever break up i'm gonna burn down this entire city 🙂

user3 "my muse" lol does anyone know how much it cost a toaster so I can take a shower with it? :)

user4 i'm climbing the walls banging my fists screaming my lungs out crying throwing up dying

arianagrande I'm claiming #6 because that would be me after I listen to this album

itsvittoriasousa the girls and I are claiming #1 🤭

sebastianyatra off to break records once again, penguin 🤟🏼

mauyricky we loved working with you and jpsaxe, sis! the world needs another collab it's been too long since mi mala 👀😈

user5 sooo she just said lemme make these bitches lose their minds by writing a whole ass album about how in love I am with this bloke and drop it outta nowhere on his birthday

user SHE IS INSANE! Y/N baby he is just a man 😫😫😫

lewishamilton I already pre-saved it 🙏🏾 Congrats sis! 💜

user a XNDA and Y/N collab when????? 👀👀👀

user6 danielricciardo I hope u are aware of how fucking lucky you are and that you treasure and worship the woman that she is 🔪🔪🔪

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danielricciardo so incredibly proud, chip ❤️

yourinstagram Love notes for my number one fan 😘 user WE'VE GOT A RED HEART GUYS!! 😱 FUCK THEY ARE SO CUTE 😭 user2 HE CALLS HER CHIP 😫❤️ do I know what it means? fuck no but it sounds so cuteeee!!!

user7 danielricciardo sir I need to know to which god you prayed to

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danielricciardo A big thanks for my birthday wishes! Gotta say this year is looking pretty 🍑 great 😏 3 days to go 🏁

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yourinstagram You may be fast, but can you handle the curva grande? 🤭

danielricciardo oh baby don't threaten me with a good time 😏 userA I think we annoyed them too much asking for a hard launch and now they are being fucking horny and unhinged online 😳 userB Do y'all need a dog? I can bark userC userB nah daniel's scared of dogs lol I volunteer as their rug though

user I'm gonna need 35 to 365 business days to recover from THAT bro 🤯

fioamato seems like you had a lot of cake 👀

danielricciardo sabroso 😏 userA DANIEL??!!!!! 😳 userB HE'S BEING HORNY ON MAIN FOR HER BITCH ME TOO TF 🥵

user4 he's INSANE!! SIR YOU CAN'T DROP THIS ON US JUST LIKE THIS!!!!!

userA my brain isn't functioning after this. it changed me forever 🤯 userB Daniel really is a menace first and a human second 😩 userC how am I supposed to live laugh love under these conditions??? userD THAT SHOULD BE MEEE

user7 THEY ARE EVERYTHING TO ME OKAY?

pierregasly happy birthday bro! hope you enjoyed the cake 😉

natalie_pinkham Idyllic first official shot 😍

user8 I used to pray for times like this 😭😭😭😭

chloestroll STUNNING ❤️😍 (her not you)

yourinstagram ❤️❤️❤️

user9 i'm so used to giving and now i get to receive 😭

user10 man you really won the fucking lottery like DAMN MAMI 🥵

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[void-botanist]

About

I'm Rose and my pronouns are he/they/ze. I'm a white queer neurodivergent writer and artist in my 20s. I mainly write queer sci-fantasy, sometimes more on the slice-of-life side and sometimes more on the romance side, with flavors of solarpunk. I'm also a doctoral student and a gay husband. I follow from @an-elegant-void. I reblog writing to read later to @voidlaurels-reading-list.

Feel free to tag me in games or send me asks!

I'm an adult and I write for adults, so some content on this blog will be NSFW (for sexual or violence/gore reasons). If you're a minor, I'm glad you're writing! But I would prefer you find writeblr writers who are also minors instead of following me.

If I tag your post #story ideas, that's just to mark it for general inspiration. I don't want to write your story!

Looking for something? Try my tag navigation.

WIP information under the cut! Titles link to WIP intros if they exist. Also, here's the full list of my WIPs and WIP ideas. If you want more, here's my full list of WIP AUs, as well as the full list of picrews I've used for my WIP intro presentations.

I am offering commissions for Palestinian fundraisers. 🇵🇸 Get yours here! 🇵🇸

Taglists (dm/ask to be added or removed)

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

Soravis taglist: @vacantgodling @athenswrites @kk7-rbs

Sheri taglist: @kk7-rbs

Music taglist: @outpost51 @kk7-rbs

Active WIPs

The Fourth Android

genre // queer, sci-fantasy, slice-of-life

tag // #wip: tfa

super quick synopsis // A human-built android integrates into an island community to gain his citizenship and visit his best friends, the world's other three androids.

status // reworking the structure after writing a partial draft for NaNoWriMo 2022, in progress

Nicea

genre // space opera, queer, romance

tag // #wip: nicea (powerpoint intro)

setting tag // #set: locality space

super quick synopsis // A small starship crew attempts to rescue their old captain, long believed dead, without collectively falling apart.

status // an old story ported to a space setting in 2023, in progress

Another Ocean's Moon

genre // sci-fantasy, queer, romance

tag // wip: aom

setting tag // #set: locality space

super quick synopsis // Two humans return to their home planet, one hoping to escape his overbearing parents, the other planning her long-overdue divorce, but somehow nothing is that simple.

status // an old story ported to a space setting in 2023, in progress

Last updated Oct 24, 2024

[winterlogysblog]

AM I RECORDING (DRABBLE) | FAIRY TAIL FANFIC

Title: Am I recording

Pairing: Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia

Summary: It all started with a subreddit post.

AO3 | FFNET

Based on the YouTuber / Streamer AU I posted.

Note: I'll write for the other couples as well.

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Lucy smiled as she watched a YouTube video and prepared her own set-up.

"We're back with Uno!!" He shouted.

It's Natsu Dragneel's video. He's playing a multi-player game with his friends which in Lucy's opinion is always his best content.

The latest video in a series where he plays with Gray, Gajeel, and Juvia.

"Are you guys ready?" He asked.

"Ready for hours of fuckery, you bet your sweet ass I am," Juvia replied.

Collective shocked gasps and Oh My Gods erupted.

"Jesus Christ." Natsu laughs. "Way to start the game Juvs."

"Don't mind her she's high on coffee," Gray added.

She can't help but giggle. Their interactions are just so funny, their chemistry with each other is absolutely brilliant, and they are enjoying themselves and having fun.

"Red cards would be very much appreciated you guys." Natsu chuckled as the cards in his hands were just a bunch of red number cards.

"Sure do bud." Gajeel chuckled as he played a +4 card and changed the color to red.

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!!" Natsu shouted as the rest laughed.

Lucy laughed along and decided to finish the video before she started filming her own. She has her own YouTube channel and she has a pretty decent amount of subscribers and views.

Her plan for today was to film a make-up transformation video, an Arcane-inspired look. Even if she is a make-up channel she loves different shows, movies and games and she draws inspiration from them and makes something of her own.

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Natsu looked at his computer for a while, deciding on what to do. He had a blast playing Uno with the others yesterday. He has 6 hours' worth of footage, he can definitely milk that in at least 3 videos. After a bit of contemplating, he has decided to plan an upcoming collab with Gray where they try to make carbonated anything since he just bought a soda maker which should arrive by tomorrow.

After, he decided to record a video where he scrolls through his subreddit. A classic. While reviewing the posts he stumbled upon a picture of a beautiful blonde girl.

"Lucky Lucy is a YouTuber who does these YouTuber inspired looks. She did one of Erza, Mira and Levy already and she recently posted this one of you." Natsu read the description.

"Oh that's really cool." Natsu said, and clicked the link and played the video.

"Hello, my shining stars welcome back to another one of my videos." She started.

"This is part 4 of my YouTuber-inspired look series. If you're new here and you don't know what that is, this is a series where I take my favorite YouTubers and turn their brand into a makeup look. And today we'll be doing Natsu D Slayer, he's my favorite YouTuber like ever, I'm a huge fan."

Natsu, despite knowing absolutely nothing about makeup, watched her intently.

"He is really funny and charming, and my favorite content of his is when he does collaborations with his friends. His chemistry with literally anyone is amazing." She said.

"Awww... that's so nice, and she's doing such a good job too. I know nothing about makeup and I can't judge her but I love the dragon. It looks like Mike Tyson's face tattoo but it's a dragon... and it has color." Natsu commented and laughs at his own stupid comparison.

"And this is the finished look." She smiled and did close-up shots of the details.

"It honestly looks amazing. Lucy, you look beautiful and I love the dragon." He smiled.

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Lucy literally jumped from her seat and screamed bloody murder when she saw Natsu's latest video.

"Dragon Makeup?!"

She looked through her notifications and realized that he left a like on her video.

The thumbnail is a close-up of the dragon she painted on her face when he made an inspired makeup look of him.

She didn't hesitate to play the video. The video is a regular Reddit meme video and by the time he watched her video, she almost cried at all the things that he said. The footage of her video was cut and the only thing that was kept was the beginning, the end, and the Mike Tyson tattoo comparison to the Dragon which she found hilarious. She finished watching the video and pressed the like button and commented on her gratitude towards what he said.

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It didn't take long for Natsu to find Lucy's channel intriguing. He followed her YouTuber-inspired look series based on pure curiosity and soon he finds her other content and is pretty impressed with what she could do with her brush.

He finds her really intriguing so he ended up reaching out to her and they slowly became friends.

One day, he contacted her.

"Hey, Lucy. I know my type of content isn't really in-lined with yours but I would love to collaborate with you. I'll be playing Uno with Erza and Gray next week and you're welcome to join us."

Lucy screamed in delight as she read the message. She immediately typed in her reply agreeing to the collab.

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Lucy has so much fun playing with them. She now understands why Natsu loves collaborating so much with them.

Once the video is posted. There's a huge wave of fans loving her interactions with the group which is a huge relief to her.

This might be just the beginning of a wonderful and amazing relationship.

[pixledhatchet]

I think it's finally time I decide what this account is for smh

I think I'll go with

Having it be for info of my fanfiction(s?) and lore blurbs and the like

My current story - which is only in the planning stages - is an undertale au story, heavily inspired by @oolongteacup426 and @absurdmageart 's stories (The House on Lane 66 and Making a Monster, respectively)

Go check them out! Both have good storylines, character development, plot twists, and more! I can't do them justice with my words, but they're so good!

~ ♡ ~

Here are the summaries from ao3 to pique your interest!

●The House on Lane 66 -

You just started your last year of college and you need a job. Badly.

When a wanted ad online leads you to the forests surrounding Mt. Ebott, to a giant, brick house full of monsters, you wonder if this might be worth it. Some of these monsters seem alright; friendly, even.

Others - downright terrifying.

...but you really need this job.

(more tags will be added as the story updates; i'm sorry they kind of seem all over the place I'm not good at tags)

(Note: I've decided to raise the story rating from mature to explicit due to some of the heavier themes and sexual content in later chapters. Thank you for understanding!)

●Making a Monster -

Sometimes life throws you a curveball. For you, your curveball was going to bed looking like a human, and waking up looking like a monster.

A skeleton monster to be precise.

With the barrier breaking, a large surge of magic descended on the town you live in, and transformed you overnight. Unsure what to do with you, and the others changed, you're ushered into a facility until a monster with similar magic can take you to teach you how to wield the now uncontrollable magic you've been given. After waiting in this place for four years, you'd given up hope that anyone would ever want to take you.

What a surprise for you when you find out that someone does. A lot of someones.

~ ♡ ~

Oooo, interesting, right?

Oops hold on

To keep this from getting too long, I'll finish it with this;

-Go check out those stories! I'm not hyping them up for no reason!

-If you're interested in coming with me on this funky journey as I struggle to write something good, feel free to hit that follow button or smth! I'm open to asks about my in-progress story and any ideas that folks are willing to share! (I plan on writing out the first five chapters before posting any of them, mostly bc I just know it'll take me a while to get them out in a timely manner)

[nervousladytraveler]

"it's our anniversary and i don't want you to see what i've planned so i'm going to lead you into the kitchen blindfolded but i'm going to place a kiss on your head because you're confused about what's happening and it's adorable" slightly strange request, but can you write this one in the Distance between us universe? Feel free to ignore if you aren't interested. Thanks!

Thanks so much for this! Of course if it's an anniversary in the Distance AU, Ross and Demelza aren't celebrating alone.

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“Ross?”

“Just give me five more minutes,” Ross called from the kitchen, hoping he could actually accomplish his mission in that time frame.

The commotion coming from the other room told him he was on borrowed time.

She deserves something elegant, he thought wistfully.

Demelza, his wife of three years, was always such a good sport, and from the day he’d first met her, she’d taken whatever setbacks life handed her with a shrug and a smile. Thankfully any recent trials or tribulations they’d faced together had been minimal, and it was just the day to day burdens of parenthood that seemed the worst of it now. Mucky nappies, runny noses, sleepless nights, picky eaters--still, Demelza never complained even when she was cleaning sick from the nursery floor or replaying the same Peppa Pig video for the 11,000th time.

“Please don’t put yourself through too much trouble,” she laughed. Her voice seemed to be coming from the hallway--she wasn’t peeking was she? He had so wanted this to be a surprise.

Today was their anniversary, and Ross was determined to start an entire day of celebration off on the right foot. He was preparing Eggs Benedict, a favourite of hers and one that held special meaning for them both. It had been a while since he’d last made it--as a parent of young children he’d just been too fuzzy headed in the morning to manage crisping the bacon, keeping the toasted English muffins hot, perfectly poaching the eggs, while also pulling off an unbroken Hollandaise sauce. Today he was sure to drink an extra cup of coffee to help his focus and as he moved around the old farmhouse kitchen, he went through the check list in his head to make sure everything went according to plan and was done at precisely the same time. Ross had also scrambled an egg very plainly for their two year daughter, Julia ,who was going through a particularly fussy stage.

It was Julia and her toddler energy that was adding another layer of complication to this morning’s endeavour.

Of course she was rubbish at keeping secrets--what could one reasonably expect from such a small child, really?--so she needed to be distracted and kept from the kitchen. Every now and then she’d come scampering in with a mischievous shriek and Ross would have to scoop her up and deliver her back to the living room where a suspicious--or at least curious--Demelza waited.

And all of them needed to stay quiet so that the newest Poldark, two month old Jeremy, wouldn’t wake from his carefully timed early morning snooze.

Usually, whenever Ross or Demelza implored their little JuJu not to wake her baby brother, she’d immediately practice her best banshee wail or slam a door on purpose.

"Juju, are you tryin' to wake Jeremy?" Demelza would ask gently.

"Yes, I want him to play with me," she explained in her half-formed logic. It wasn’t naughtiness, just an exploration of boundaries--and her lung capacity--as she settled into this new reality of sharing her parents.

Again, Demelza’s patience with a two year old’s developmental stages was extraordinary and Ross liked to believe he’d learned a lot from following her lead.

Yes, this morning she deserved perfection.

After Ross sprinkled the chopped parsley across her plate, he stepped back with a sigh. Maybe not perfect, but it looked pretty damn good. He decided to wait until Demelza was in the room to pour the prosecco so they could all enjoy the pop! together--that wouldn’t be so loud it would wake the baby, would it?

“Okay, I’m going to put this on you,” Ross explained, holding up the blindfold. At one time it had been a silk necktie but Ross rarely wore one any longer so his once impressive collection had been repurposed into all manner of decorative and practical items.

“What? This is really��” she laughed then seeing she should play along, nodded her head with a smile. “Yes, Ross.”

“Mumma?” Julia asked. “Daddy tied Mumma!” Both parents held their breath to see if she would scream with fear or delight but thankfully she only giggled as she poked at Demelza’s covered eyes with her stubby fingers.

“JuJu, you have to be Mumma’s guide okay? Can you hold her hand and help her to the dining room?” Ross asked, hoping it was a straightforward enough task.

It was almost beyond the little girl’s abilities but she only led Demelza into a wall twice. Ross finally intervened to help his wife find a chair.

“Uh uh uh,” he scolded as Demelza started to remove her blindfold. “Not yet.”

But when she heard the unexpected pop of the cork she jumped in her seat with a start.

“Ah! What the fu..!” Demelza caught herself just in time but her outburst was enough to inspire a tirade of squeals from Julia who then crawled into her mother’s lap and wrapped her arms protectively around her neck.

“It’s okay, Mumma. I’m here,” Julia said and kissed her sloppily on the cheek.

“Well, thank you. I’m not scared at all then,” Demelza laughed and discreetly wiped the slobber away. “Ross, please tell me what is goin’ on?”

Ross poured out the prosecco and chuckled, amused by her adorable confusion. He placed a much tidier kiss on Demelza’s head but sensing the joke of the blindfold was losing its charm fast, he slipped the tie off at once.

“Happy anniversary, my love,” he said and kissed her again, this time on her lips. Then he ruffled Julia’s dark curls and lifted the girl up into his own arms so Demelza could enjoy at least one meal unencumbered by children.

“Ross--it looks brilliant! Oh, thank you!” Demelza turned to him with shining eyes, then looked back to the exquisite plate in front of her, unable to contain her eagerness to tuck in.

“To my amazingly wonderful wife--Cheers!” Ross said, raising a glass.

“To my amazingly attentive husband,” she winked back. “Oh wait, someone else needs a drink so she can toast her parents. Would you like that, Juju, my love?”

“Here you are then,” Ross said rather pleased with himself for pouring orange juice one-handed while still holding the girl.

“Cheews!” Julia sang and slammed her cup as hard as she could into Ross’s glass. “Happy Birfday!”

“No, love. It’s an anniversary. This is the day I married Mumma. Because I loved her so much.”

“Oh Ross,” Demelza whispered. “Come sit down and eat with me. It will remind us of the first time you made Eggs Benedict for me.”

“I seem to recall we didn’t do much eating that day, Demelza.” He laughed at the memory. It was the first time they kissed, the first time they held each other, and the first time they went to bed together. The beginning of their journey together, it was another anniversary they still acknowledged.

Over the baby monitor they heard the quiet little mewling coming from the cot upstairs. Demelza began to rise but Ross stopped her, catching her hand in his. “Wait...” he said softly. Just as he predicted Jeremy settled back down. They could probably enjoy another five minutes before one of them would have to attend to him.

Ross kissed Demelza’s hand, still in his.

“I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be,” she said looking around her.

He had to agree.

“Happy Anniversary, my love.”

[dolorum-magne]

About your monster au, do you know what monster each character is yet? I'm curious to know what each person is, if you're alright with sharing

My first ask!

While it's not completely set in stone, I have a good idea of what I want and have several different monster ideas for most of the lodgers and both Henry and Robert! This is one of the things I wrote about in my notes. I tried to mostly base their monsters on what type of science they do (easy to find definitions for some on a or their appearances. Please tell me what you think as I'm having a bit of a hard time deciding for sure what I want them all to be. If anyone has suggestions, please let me know! Some of them might not be human, possibly wizards/witches or something like that. Any character with the same list of species will have "[see *insert character*]" for the list.

The lodgers:

Dr.Helsby - Naiad, merman, kelpie

Dr.Maijabi- phantom, ghost, psychic medium

Mrs.Lavender- necromancer, demon, vampire some other eldritch being

Missus Cantilupe- [see Mrs.Lavender]

Mr.Archer- elf, fairy, dryad, saytr, fawn

Mr.Bird-[see Mr.Archer]

Mr.Doddle- witch (like from hansel and grettle. Thanks to whoever gave me this idea lol)

Mr.Griffin- invisible man

Mr.Luckett- fire elemental, Dragon borne

Mr.Mosley- spider monster

Mr.Pennebrygg- robot, cyborg, necromancer

Mr.Sinnett- [see Mr.Luckett]

Mr.Tweedy- anemoi thuellai

Mr.Bryson- anemoi thuellai, wind elemental, avian, sylph

Miss Ito- (unsure)

Main characters:

Victoria Frankenstein - necromancer? Unsure.

Jasper Kaylock- still a werewolf

Rachel Pidgley- (unsure)

Robert Lanyon- cervitaur/elaphocentaur

Henry Jekyll- I'm not completely sure on his to be honest. I'm a bit tempted to see if I can take inspiration from @bansheeoftheforest and their eldritch au, @jeks-tgs and their dullahan au or one of @an-army-of-nightmares aus if I could since their some of my biggest inspirations and the reason I even thought about making this au or possibly having him be a shapeshifter! Maybe even a human with some symbiotic relationship with a parasite or demon (aka Hyde) but I'm really not sure about him.

I also plan on adding 3 of my own characters into this au that I'll add here and will probably talk about more. I've posted about at least one of them.

My ocs:

Artemis Brooks- fawn

Muir [no last name yet]- Kelpie (his character was always a kelpie before this au)

Ailill [also no last name yet]- Dullahan (again, even outside this au he was always a dullahan. I thought it appropriate to add them)

(Unimportant side note- Muir and Ailill are a couple lol)

I'll probably talk about these characters more but that's all I've got for now! I'd love any feedback on these. Hope this answered your question and I didn't go off on too much of a tangent.

Thanks for the ask!

[lovee-infected]

I'm about to start my own (twst) writing blog and I'm going around writers that I follow for some advice q*q could you give me any wisdom on what I should do when starting a writing blog? thank you!! I love your works and you're one of the writers that inspire me

Aa thank you baby I'm so happy to hear that I inspire you!! First off, good luck with the new writing blog! I'm glad that more authors are joining the fandom and wish you all the best with your works! 💞💖💞 Other than trying to keep your blog organized by creating a proper masterlist, choosing a suitable aesthetic, having a set of rules and making sure to tag all of the warnings and necessary mentions (gender of reader, n/sfw or trigger warning), I tried to come up with some useful advises that might help!

1) Keep up the great confidence!

First and the most important thing about a writing blog, is to be confident and strong. Look, you shouldn't be afraid of posting your works and sharing with the redt of the fandom, even as they're not as perfect as you want them to be. The more you write, the more you learn! And you'd grow to be better and better as you continue to share your works! Not even the greatest authors had been any perfect on their first days!

2) If you're accepting requests, try to set a limit

Being overwhelmed with asks is never pleasant, if you just open your inbox to face 500 requests you'd be to be terrified and confused and even lose your passion to work on any of them because of the stress and not knowing where to begin from. Try to set a limit based on your personal limits, how many requests do you think you can have at the time without stressing out because of how much they are? 10? 20? 50? 100? 200? Doesn't matter! If you feel like you're fine with huge numbers like 200 and 150, it's totally fine! If not, remember that setting a character limit would not only reduce the possible chance of stressing out and overwhelming anxiety but it'll also help you manage your inbox better and easier! You can start taking requests again just as soon as your inbox in cleared!

3) Try to treat yourself every once in a while!

Working on requests can be tiring and sometimes, boring. It's great if you enjoy working on requests no matter what they are but remember to write for your own pleasure every once in a while too!

Even if you have like 100 requests laying in your inbox, feel free to write self indulgent fics or something that you'd like to write even if it's super odd an irrelevant to your normal writings! Remember that you deserve to read something you enjoy just as much as the others do, so don't forget to bless yourself with that beautiful writing of yours ;) Remember that it's your blog, you are free to do everything that makes you happy or anything that you simply enjoy doing ^^

4) Remember that no matter what, toxicity always exists and it's not your fault

Look toxicity is very common to be found social medias, especially platforms like tumblr in which anonymous function exists. Even celebrities and world-famous artists might get attacked over pretty silly stuff every once in a while so it's something usual to happen! I wish you never receive any potentially harmful or rude asks or messages but if you ever do, best would be to block or simply ignore them! People in this platform can be ridiculous sometimes lol, there are people who DM creators just to spam hate and block the creator whom they spammed after wards lol, so don't even bother t waste your time with such people!

If anyone comes to your inbox/DMs/comments to say something harsh or leave a sharp critique, best would be to ignore them. Even if you like to answer or respond to reply to them tey to be chill and not take them seriously. Remember, even if they didn't like your content they could've just scrolled down without bothering to read your work, so if they had the guts to come and spam you with nonsense just because they didn't like your work, it's their fault! They didn't have to read, and it doesn't even matter if they liked your work or not! It's their problem and all, so remember not to let these kind of people get to you at all!

5) Take it easy with writing

Don't push yourself too hard, remember that not everything you write is supposed to be *perfect. This is even more serious when it comes to requests, thousands of unexpected ideas might pop up in your inbox and it makes it quite confusing to choose what to write or do!

First off, don't be any shy or anxious about rejecting the requests which don't follow your rules or come when you aren't accepting requests. Those who violate your rules aren't worthy of your time and work!

Secondly, keep this is mind that you aren't expected to be able to write everything! Sometimes the requests are hard to write, the idea seems odd or hard to understand, or sometimes you just don't feel comfortable or don't want to write it all, which is okay!

You always have the right to take/drop whichever of your requests and you don't owe anyone anything for this, it's your own blog, your work, and your content. Don't ever force yourself to write something which you don't like to write!

6) Your health is always the top priority

Remember that no matter how popular you are, how many followers you have, how many requests are left in your inbox or how much people are wishing to get more of your content, you're free to stop writing and put this wrong at a temporarily (or even permanent) hiatus.

Sometimes you just don't feel like writing, then don't write. If you feel like you're being too busy with work/family/school and anything please don't force yourself to write! Remember that your real life matters always come first!

Also, you might even need a break from writing without necessarily being really busy or sad, sometimes you just need to take a break from everything, and it's totally fine to do! Take as much time as you need and stay healthy during your breaks. It'd be even better if you don't even think of any new ideas/Aus while you're taking a break from writing so you can fully set your mind off stuff! Doesn't even matter if followers/readers are going to appreciate this or not, it's not about them, it's about you. Remember that your good readers/follwers who understand that authors are normal humans and not writing machines would surely understand if you need to take a break too!

7)Keep yourself motivated!

There might be days when you can and have the time to write, but something's holding you back. You feel like procrastinating over and over at some point lose the motivation to write. First off, that's a really normal matter to see as many of us have to struggle with laziness sometimes lol, but there are some useful tips to keep yourself Motamedi and hyped while you're planning to write! A bit of challenge would not only make it a lot more fun, but is also a good way to keep yourself motivated and inspired!

First, try prompt lists! They've always got plenty of useful ideas and inspirational quotes to use and are absolutely amazing to give you new ideas for a writing!

Second, try to challenge yourself by simple stuff like setting yourself word limits, trying to see how much you can write in an hour, use some suggested words in your stories (ex: Banana, train, knife, turkey) as a small challenge! You can also try small events (like milestone or holiday events) to celebrate on your blog with stuff like: Prompt list requests, CYOAs, character interaction and other new stuff that gives you a better motivation tp write instead of just having to work on the same, usual writing requests over and over.

Also, I suggest putting an specific hour for writing/ checking on your blog in your daily schedule as this is also a way of avoiding procrastination, instead of writing 10 requests a day and not writing anything for two weeks, try to set an schedule like writing 1-2 writings everyday! Remember to put your real life activities in the schedule too so you won't have to go through any trouble to find a balance between your real life and running a writing blog!

8) Remember the crediting/copyrights

I'm just adding this here because I can see quite a few of writers using uncredited art for their stories and it's been much and less of an issue lately ^^;

First off, the arts/headers used in your writing. Make sure not to use any uncredited card or anyone else's edit without their permission, otherwise it's nothing different from stealing the work from the original artst!

If you're going to leave a link to the artist, make sure to check on them and check if they allow reposts with credit or not. If they don't, don't use their art. If they do, make sure to give them a proper credit with a link to them! (:

Editors too on the other hand spend a very long time making their edits and and aesthetics, so not copying their work is just as important as not stealing art from the artsits!

Pinterest is filled with uncredited art and if there's a pinterest art who is not linked to the original artist, putting the empty pinterest pin link would be useless and steal counted as stealing art.

9) Stick with your own writing style!

Writing style is like signature, everyone's got their very own and unique writing style. From the way you portray characters to what elements you use as the story develops, you're totally different from each and every of other authors in this fandom!

You may sometimes wonder if your writing style is any good at all while you look at other creators writings and feel the difference, and I gotta say: It doesn't even matter what others are doing! All that is important, is you.

Don't try to change your style to become close another writer's style, your own style is great as it already is! Even if you aren't yet that experienced with writing and feel like your writing could be better, remember that your writing skills will indeed improve as you continue to write and read newer and newer stuff, so don't worry about it!

Each and every writing style has got its own beauty, not everyone may totally enjoy your style at first but and as you continue to write, you'd get to learn what makes people enjoy your writing even more or how you can attract new readers with your writings, your style will change for the better as you write!

Though it's totally fine if you feel like there are writers who inspire and motivate you, remember that you won't have to be them in order to improve! You don't need to be just like them to be great! Even if you do have some issues like being a non-native speaker which can make it quite hard for you to write, you'd automatically learn and have most of your errors fixed as the time passes. I made LOTS of mistakes in my first writings but I hardly ever make any mistakes now because I'm used to it! Though it was a bit late I finally recognized my mistakes and corrected them! And I'd continue to correct more of my mistakes as I continue to write!

10) It's very good to have different writer mutuals

This one is rather optional, just a small recommendation! Though there are many writers who might recommend this as a rather important factor for running a writing blog, I'd say that this isn't necessary as there are still well-known tumblr authors and even twst authors who gained attention to themselves on their own and not with the help and support of any mutuals or writer friends, so it isn't impossible to be successful even without having any mutuals!

The thing with having mutuals is that it makes everything easier. A totally new twst blog can gain around 100 followers on its first without even posting anything more than a writing and a list of rules only because of being supported and boosted by well-known blogs while a for normal blog without any support or boosting, it may take up to 2-3 weeks or even an entire month to gain that 100!

Also, getting to talk with different authors (especially those who are more experienced than you) is motivational and heartwarming, you can feel like you have a team to belong to. You can discuss different writing ideas/issues/blog chores with them and see what they may think. You can even have their support with new ideas if you feel stuck/unmotivated while writing a piece!

I didn't have any mutuals on my first days either and I admit that this made things a bit hard, but it didn't hold me back from continuing to write! Yet I admit that it's surely very useful to have a couple of writer friends around you whom you can share your ideas with! Mutuals support each other, reblog each other's works and give each other a better chance of having their works read by more users, which is quite amazing and helpful!

11) Go for it and don't give up!

Remember that no one, not even the greatest writing blogs have been perfect on their first days. They weren't well-known back then either! And they wouldn't have been any successful today without being hard-working and strong. Leaving up to the previous 10 rules is the hardest part of having a blog, and it's all about not giving up!

Do not try to judge your writing and talents based on the amount of notes your posts get or how many followers you have, because these aren't ever going to show your true worth and talents! But I assure you, if you continue to write even through your hard days, your unmotivated days and your sad days no matter how hard it's supposed to be, everything will change. The more you write, the higher the chance of having new people find and read your works would be! Keeping up the hard work and believing in yourself is the key to achieving anything you may wish for, even having a successful writing blog!

As you continue to write, you'll get more readers, more notes on your posts, more followers and more people who enjoy your content!

Hope that these are helpful, wish you all the greatest and good luck with your writing blog!!💞💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞

[khoicesbyk]

Beloved.

A/N: I'm officially obsessed with Wolf Bride and what does one do when she's obsessed with a certain book? She writes an AU about it! 😁 So, Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Roman (LI) and Naia Evans (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and certain original characters, created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 3,970 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Prompt Time! Using @theworldofprompts story prompt of “You get put into an arranged marriage, only to find that the person you're engaged to....is a shapeshifter.”

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Song And Story Inspiration: Burn Slow-Ro James. | Survivor-2WEI feat Edda Hayes

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This series is rated Mature. It is NOT reading material that is safe for those under 18. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!

This series may contain spoilers. If you wish not to see spoilers, please do not read any further.

(Also this series is a slight deviation of the original story. In the original story, the werewolf hunter is a woman. But in this series the hunter is a man.)

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Chapter 6.) Burn Slow.

Oohh... Shit… How you wanna feel? Do you want it raw? Do you want it real? Ima give it to ya. Ima give it to ya real honest. Yeah...

You ain't never had it like this before. Roll in my sheets while we rolling paper. Trying to get you higher than them scrapers. Catching vibes, catching vapors. You should call in sick. You should call in favors. I promise...

When Naia came to Hunt’s Peak it was to learn why her mother left and why she never wanted to talk about it. Never in a million years did she think that she’d meet Roman, who is the man she had been dreaming about for weeks. Nor did she think she’d meet Trent. A mystery man that enchanted her the first time she met him.

She definitely didn’t think she’d be kidnapped. But that’s exactly what happened. She was in the back of a white van with a hood over her head and her feet bound by zip ties. She had no idea where they were or where they were taking her. Wherever they were it was off road because she felt every bump they went over.

“Ow dammit!” She hissed as she hit her head on the floor.

When the van came to a sudden stop, Naia had one plan. She was going to run like hell and not look back. When the doors opened she knew it was now or never.

“Come! It’s time for the preparations to begin!” The man commanded.

“Eat a dick! I’m not going anywhere!” She hissed.

“We’re wasting time!” The woman said to her.

“Does it look like I care? Matter of fact does it sound like I care?” Naia asks.

Rather than answer, the man yanked Naia out of the van and threw her over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” Naia shouted.

The two ignored her as they walked her down a strange path. Naia tried but couldn’t wriggle herself out of his grip.

“Goddamn this idiot is stronger than he looks. But I have to get away! I need to get away.” Naia thought to herself as she struggled to get free.

They came to a stop and the next thing Naia knew, she was being thrown onto a bed.

“SERIOUSLY?!”

Neither one answered her, instead the woman ripped the zip ties off with a yank. It scared Naia to witness how strong both of them were.

“This is where you will be until the ceremony at sundown.” The man told her.

“Sundown?! You can’t just leave me here!”

Both left her in the room alone, scared and confused.

She looked around the room to get her bearings, it was set up like a guest bedroom. Complete with candles on the wall, a plush bed and a fireplace. The room had no windows and the entrance was a stone door that she couldn’t move.

“I came all the way to West Virginia to learn why my mom left and I got kidnapped!” She says to herself.

Naia was just about to give up before remembering that her cell phone was in her pocket. When she pulled it out though, there was no signal.

“Well this is absolutely peachy!” She fussed.

As she looked around the room, she found herself slightly impressed.

“Not my taste but not bad.” Naia thought to herself.

She didn’t know what it was but something called her to the bed. She wasn’t tired but she felt the pull to rest. When she laid down her mind was lulled into a peaceful rest. It didn’t take long for her to doze off and dream.

You ain't never had it like this before. So don't you lie. Don't you tell me that you gotta go to work baby. Cause I can pay you for the whole week in bed. I just wanna get lost with you. That mean you belong to me. I wanna wake up.

Waking up to you in the morning. It's better than sunrise. So we can keep the curtains closed. Just light a few more candles and burn em' slow. Baking up with you in the morning. Trying to get a little rewind. Cause I ain't really ready to let you go. No no no no no No no no… Just light a few more candles and burn em' slow.

Elsewhere Roman was preparing for the ceremony himself. With Noemi at his side, Roman was eager to prepare.

“My my! You are eager, my child.” She said to him. She was like a grandmother to him.

“Indeed I am. I have waited for this day for so long, Speaker.”

“What are you most eager about Roman?” She asks.

“It is our bonding ceremony, Speaker. We will finally be together. I am eager to finally welcome her home.” He replied.

“This is indeed a momentous occasion. But, we mustn’t rush, you must remember that she knows not of our ways.”

“She can learn, yes?” He asked.

“Of course she can. But you mustn’t force her. It will only cause her to recoil and reject.”

“I understand, Speaker.”

“Very good. Now let us prepare.”

Oohh... Shit… Girl that Honey Jack put us on our back. When we on our back we get back to that action. Pour up Pour up. And let us take another round down. So we can get in another round. Yeah… I don't need no breakfast 'less it's you on my face. (Then we wake and we bake)

Waking up to you in the morning. It's better than sunrise. So we can keep the curtains closed. Just light a few more candles and burn em' slow.

Baking up with you in the morning. Trying to get a little rewind. Cause I ain't really ready to let you go. No no no no no No no no… Just light a few more candles and burn em' slow.

Noemi had Roman wade into the sacred springs as she prepared him.

“Mother Earth! Hear my call. Prepare my child for the bond of his Beloved. Open their hearts, minds and souls to receive one another.”

Roman inhaled then exhaled slowly as he closed his eyes. The Primal Magic flooded his being and guided his thoughts and soul to hers. He was transported to her dream. He was in the woods as was she.

Naia didn’t know how she wound up in the woods at night but she wasn’t scared. In fact she felt giddy because this time she was human. She was eager to run. What started out as a brisk walk turned into a jog, that turned into a sprint that turned into a full run.

She felt free as she ran through the woods. The wind in her face and the ground underfoot gave her a sense of invincibility. She felt like nothing could stop her. As she ran, she heard the sound of water. Whether it was the river or the creek she wasn’t sure. But, she followed the sound. She felt the water calling to her.

When she came out of the woods she came to the edge of a lake with a waterfall. She was out of breath but exhilarated. She closed her eyes and let the sound of the roaring waterfall soothe her.

Even with her heart thundering in her chest, she felt this strange sense of calmness. When she opened her eyes and looked out on the water she saw Roman. Only he wasn’t himself, he was a werewolf. He was huge, monstrous and beautiful. He held out his massive hand to her.

“Beloved…”

His voice was a low growl. And it should’ve terrified her but instead she trusted him. She walked to him and wrapped her arms around him and felt his arms embrace her. Her trust in him is strong and absolute. She felt safe, she felt loved and when he stepped back from her, she felt powerful. She watched him throw his massive head back and howl. It was commanding and made the woods around them come alive. When he looked at her with his now golden eyes, she woke up.

When Roman opened his eyes, they were golden and determined.

“Did you see her, my child?” Noemi asked.

“I did.” He replies.

“Are you ready?” She asks.

“Yes. Begin the ceremony.” He replied as he waded out of the springs.

Cause I ain't really ready to let you go. No no no no no… Then we wake and we bake. Waking up to you in the morning. So we can keep the curtains closed. Keep em' closed. Let's burn baby.

Baking up with you in the morning. Rewind Rewind… I just wanna get lost with you. No no no no no No no no… Just light a few more candles and burn em' slow. Ooh Shit…

Naia shot up in the bed breathing heavily with her heart pounding. She frantically looked around the room and quickly remembered where she was. She didn’t know what just happened but whatever did happen in that dream felt real. She was face to face with a werewolf. She was in the arms of a werewolf.

“Impossible. Werewolves don’t exist.” She thought to herself as she tried to make sense of her dream.  

That’s when she heard the stone door move and the man and woman who brought her there entered the room.

“It’s time. The ceremony is beginning!” was all he said.

Naia knew that fighting them was pointless. So, she decided to play along for now and she would find a way to escape later. She followed them out of the room which was connected to a corridor inside a large cave. She saw what was a makeshift kitchen, other pieces of furniture and a massive fireplace. It looked like the living room of The Flintstones.

When she stepped outside with them, it was nighttime. She had been asleep for hours, yet it only felt like she had a 20 minute nap. Naia followed the man and woman through the woods, formulating her escape plan as they walked.

Thought I couldn't breathe without you. I'm inhaling. You thought I couldn't see without you. Perfect vision. You thought I couldn't last without you. But I'm lastin'. You thought that I would die without you. But I'm livin'. Thought that I would fail without you. But I'm on top. Thought it would be over by now. But it won't stop. Thought that I would self destruct. But I'm still here. Even in my years to come. I'm still gon' be here.

They arrived at what she thought was a poor man’s Stonehenge. She saw people standing around the stones and a large fire, chanting in a language that she couldn’t understand. All she knew was she had to find a way to get the hell out of there.

“Ooooooooooooookaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy…I’m in a cult. Yup I’ve been kidnapped into a cult.” She said quietly. Or so she thought.

“Quiet girl! This is no time for jokes!” The man snapped at her, before he and the woman joined the group that was chanting.

Naia looked around for a way to escape. And when she found it she knew all she had to do was turn around and run. That’s when she saw Roman. He was dressed in leather and body paint. When they locked eyes her heart did backflips. He took her breath away.

“Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn! This is creepy as all hell but sheesh! He’s fine as wine!” She thought to herself as she looked at him. She couldn’t help but notice every last one of his muscles.

There was something about him that turned her fear into curiosity. Any plan she had to run like hell was gone. She just stood there frozen in place. Her eyes never left him.

“We have been waiting for you.” He said to her. His voice was low and commanding. As the others around them chanted, Roman spoke again.

“Precious Mother Earth, we have gathered here to welcome Naia home to us. With her now returned to us the Pack is and will be stronger. We will thrive with her among us. We thank you! We worship you! May you live and flourish within us all.”

Naia thought she was seeing things when she watched his eyes turn golden. Roman had his arms outstretched to her.

“Come to me Beloved…”

“Roman I—“

She felt like she was in a trance by his words as she walked to him. She felt she was a puppet that was being controlled by someone else. She was beyond terrified but at the same time she felt that fear was irrational. She knew that he wouldn’t hurt her. Nor would he ever allow anyone else to hurt her. She knew she was safe as long as she had him.

When she felt his arms wrap around her, she felt like she did in her dreams. Loved, desired, needed and wanted. She felt at home in his arms. She could feel his warmth, love and devotion for her as they stood locked in each other’s arms. Whatever thought she had of running for the hills was long gone.

“Do not be afraid, Beloved. I’m here.”

“I don’t understand how any of this is happening.”

He tipped her chin up to look into her eyes. His gaze was deep and smoldering and made her knees weak. As weird and frightening as all of this was to her, she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else but there in his arms. He rested his head against hers which put her at ease. Listening to his breathing calmed her own.

“Welcome home Beloved.” He whispered softly to her.  

She looked up at him and was lost in his eyes. He took advantage of the moment and kissed her. The passion, force, intensity and power behind his kiss was intoxicating. She wanted more. She needed more. She wanted him. Their kiss ended because something was wrong. She felt a pull towards someone else. It was powerful enough to make her stagger.

“Beloved? What is it?” He asked her.

“Roman…something…is…wrong…” she replies before losing consciousness.

When she woke up the next morning, she was dizzy, disoriented and her head was pounding. Thankfully Roman was by her side.

“Beloved are you awake?” He asked her.

“Yes.” She said in a voice just above a whisper. She was holding the side of her head.

“Are you hurt?” He asked.

“It’s just a headache.” She replies.

“Still…drink.”

He handed her a cup of water. After drinking the water she was able to get her bearings.

“How did I wind up back in this room?” She asked.

“This is our room.” He replies.

“Our room? Where are we?” She asks.

“The den Beloved.” He replied.

“I was here earlier. I was brought and left here.”

“Yes I know. I apologize for that.”

“You knew I was here and never said anything?!” She asked.

“Yes but let me explain. I gave Jett and Isobel the command to bring you here.” He replies.

“You mean you told them to kidnap me?” She asked.

“Yes I did. I had no idea that they would treat you the way that they did. And for that I am deeply sorry. I want you to know that I have no reason to lie to you, Naia.” He replied.

Naia sat completely still trying to process what Roman had just told her. He openly and honestly admitted to having her kidnapped. And she needed to know why.

I'm a survivor. I'm not gon' give up. I'm not gon' stop, oh. I'm gon' work harder. I'm a survivor. I'm not gon' give up. I'm not gon' stop, oh. I'm gon' work harder. I'm the survivor. I'm gonna make it. I will survive. Keep on survivin'.

“If you wanted to see me all you had to do was ask.” She said with a teasing smirk.

“I can’t apologize to you enough. How can I make it up to you?” He asks while taking her right hand in his. His touch was electric and warmed her skin.

“Tell me why I was brought here? What is all of this?” She asked.

“Today was our bonding ceremony, Beloved.” He replies.

“Our bonding ceremony? I don’t understand. What does that mean?” She asked.

“Our hearts, our minds and our souls are connected forever. We are bonded until the end of time.” He replies.

“Like an arranged marriage?” She asks.

“Not exactly. Just an awakening of what was always meant to be between us. You are mine Naia and I am yours. Always and forever.” He replies.

“I believe you. As weird as all of this is to me.”

She could feel the sincerity in his voice. Something in his tone and poster relaxed her. She wasn’t afraid of him. She was intrigued by him.

“Come. It is time for you to meet your people, Naia.”

He stood up holding his hand out to her.

“Let me show you what you were meant to find.”

She took his hand trusting him just as she did in her dreams. She spent the day getting to know everybody. Most like Layla, Callum, Noemi and Grayson seemed nice while others like Isobel, Jett and Barrett left much to be desired. By the end of the day, Naia was tired but not sleepy. Not yet anyway. Roman found her sitting in front of the fireplace in the bedroom, lost in her own thoughts.

“You seem distracted, Beloved.”

“Just trying to process everything that I’ve learned today. That’s all.”

“Come. Allow me to show you something.”

They walked out of the den and to a clearing in the surrounding woods. When they sat down in the grass, they looked up and saw the stars clear as day.

“I wanted to show you this.”

“It’s beautiful! I love to stargaze.”

“Do you Beloved?” He asks.

“Yes! My daddy bought me a telescope when I was a kid and we would look up at the stars with it. My love for the stars inspired my tattoo.” She replies.

He cocked an eyebrow at her then asked, “you have a tattoo?”

She gave him a small smile before moving her hair out of the way, to reveal a tattoo of butterflies and stars along the back of her left shoulder blade.

“It’s beautiful. What does it mean?” He asks.

“The stars represent my dreams and the butterflies represent freedom. And together they mean the freedom to follow my dreams.” She replies.

They went back to looking at the stars. She felt him wrap his arms around her and pull her closer to his chest. She relished in the warmth that came from being close to him. When a shooting star streaked across the sky, both looked up.

“Make a wish, Naia.” He whispered softly in a husky voice. She closed her eyes and made a wish.

“What did you wish for?” He asked.

“I’m not telling you! That would ruin the wish.” She replies.

“I bet that I can guess what you wished for.”

“Oh yeah? What did I wish for Roman?” She challenged him.

He tilted her chin up and kissed her. The kiss was soft yet deep and powerful. For the second time in less than a day, Roman took her breath away. When the kiss ended she was desperate for him.

“That is what you wished for Beloved.” He whispered against her lips.

“Damn…you’re good.”

While her brain was screaming for her to run, her heart kept her in his arms. She was right where she needed to be in that moment. A yawn indicated that she was getting tired.

“It’s late. You should rest.”

“I am not the least bit sleepy.” She said as she yawned again.

“Come Beloved.”

“But I want to stay out here with you.” She whined.

He shook his head at her and smiled. She was perfect to him.

Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was getting sleepy. It only took 20 minutes for her to doze off. He tightened his arms around her. In one motion, he stood up with her in his arms. He carried her back to the den and put her to bed.

When she woke up the next morning, Roman was gone. As she scanned the room she noticed a giant paw print on the ground. But there wasn’t a dog in sight. The print was wider than her hand.

“Ooooooooooooookaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy apparently there are very big dogs here too…this place just gets weirder and weirder.” She thought to herself as she walked into the main den.

“There you are!” Layla called out to her.

“Layla! You’re here too?” Naia asked.

“I live here.” She replied proudly.

“Why didn’t you tell me about all of this?” Naia asked.

“Because much like everyone else, I thought you already knew. I heard about what happened.” Layla replies.

“You thought I knew about this?” Naia asked.

“I thought your uncle told you that the bonding ceremony would happen.” Layla replies.

“So he knew about this too? Who doesn’t know?” Naia asks, clearly frustrated.

“To be honest, I’m sure the whole town knows.” Layla replies with a shrug.

“Yuuuuup. This whole place is weird. Just weird.”

Layla chuckled.

“How has Roman treated you?” Layla asks.

“He’s made me feel comfortable and welcomed and he’s given me space.” Naia replied.

“Well that explains the look on your face.”

Naia blushed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Uh huh. Then why are your cheeks flushed?” Layla asks.

“They aren’t flushed.” Naia replies in protest.

Layla just smirked at her.

“Where is everyone?” Naia asked.

“On a hunt. They’ll be back soon.” Layla replies.

The two chatted and laughed until the Pack returned from a successful hunt.

Later that evening, Naia found herself walking along a creek watching the sun set behind the clouds. That’s when she ran into Trent.

“Naia! There you are!” He said in relief.

“Where else would I be?” She asks.

“I went by your uncle’s place and he said he hasn’t seen you in days. So I figured I’d check near the den to see if you were there.” He replied.

“Well yeah. That’s where I’ve been.”

“Are you alright? Have they hurt you?” He asked.

Naia noticed the panicked urgency in his voice.

“I’m fine and no, they haven’t hurt me.” She replied.

“We have to get you out of here! You’re in danger.”

“From what?” She asks.

“Roman isn’t who you think he is. He’s dangerous Naia. You need to get away now.” He replies.

“What are you doing here?” Roman asks. His voice was booming. And he was flanked by Callum, Jett and Barrett.

“Naia’s coming with me. I’m sure you won’t have a problem with that. After all, you were the one who had her kidnapped!” Trent snapped at him.

“Leave now!”

“Happily! As long as she comes with me.”

“Do NOT test me Trent!”

“Or what?” Trent asked, challenging Roman.

Before Naia could intervene, Roman let out a howl and started to transform along with the others. The muscles on his body contorted, claws and hair sprouted as he grew bigger. Naia watched in complete horror as Roman went from human to a full on werewolf right before her eyes. Trent on the other hand drew his gun.

“Well! Well! Well! If it ain’t the Big Bad Wolf! I wondered when you’d make an appearance.” Trent said, almost giddy.

“She…is…mine!” Roman growled.

“HA! Not if I have anything to say about it!” Trent said through gritted teeth.

I'm a survivor. I'm not gon' give up. I'm not gon' stop, oh. I'm gon' work harder. I'm the survivor. I'm gonna make it. I will survive. Keep on survivin'.

Naia stood frozen in absolute fear. She couldn’t believe what she was witnessing. Roman is an actual werewolf.