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[steddieas-shegoes]

hello again! here's an angsty little steddie thought for you, because I'm sad and i am putting my guys in angsty situations in my head to make me more sad because the brain is funny like that: Steve decides to swing by to visit Eddie after his shift. They've been hanging out a lot more lately,with Robin off to college and the kids preoccupied with school. It's something he looks forward to. He's been spending the day thinking bout the things Eddie says when it's just them. The way he tells Steve that people underestimate him, especially his intelligence. The jokes they share, the soft gazes over a blunt on the front porch. The best part of Steve's day. Truly the best part of his life, nowadays. Especially the soft moments they have together, where Eddie kisses his hairline with a hand resting on Steve's thigh. It's happened a few times but it never turns into a full fledged kiss, but he KNOWS it'll happen soon. He's about to knock on the trailer door when he hears Eddie chatting with his band mates, which is a surprise because band practice is on thursdays not wednesdays,but that's okay maybe he can get to know them a little bit-. "What are you even talking about, Eddie? you're practically drooling over Harrington every time he walks by" His hand freezes mid air and he blushes to himself. "Harrington? nah he is NOT my type." And that? oh. that's...not ideal. But, maybe he can switch up his style a little bit? He knows Eddie isn't the type to wear polos, that's. That's alright. "No way you're SUCH a liar!" "I'm not lying!" Maybe he's just trying to hide his crush?(Images flash in his mind of Eddie's hand creeping up his thigh, and his breath on his neck,before blushing and turning away. Placing his hands back onto his own lap. A soft smile and a blush high on his cheeks.) Maybe he's- "Okay shut up, I'll admit he's easy on the eyes. But dudes only got like two brain cells to rub together." Huh? But he told him monday that- ("You're so smart Stevie, they don't give you enough credit.") "I thought you hung out with him a bunch lately?" "Yeah,it beats watching wheel of fortune. It's funny to listen to what the king has to say, it's like talking to a door stopper." ("You always have something interesting to say.") The echoing laughter rushes through Steve's ears,grips his heart like a vice, before settling like a brick in his stomach. "Nothing behind those eyes!" (I always used to think your eyes were brown, Stevie. But there's green, and red!) Right. That's, that's. Hmm. That's. Go home. It's time to go home. "What was that?" Run back to the car. "Stevie?"Don't say anything. Get your keys get out TWOBRAINCELLS get OUT OF HERE YOU MORON. "Hey wait don't leave, did you uh overhear, of course you heard. God Steve I didn't mean it,I swear. i was just talking a big- I'm so sor-"Don'tlisten.Don'tcryyouidiot.STARTTHECARGETOUTOFHERE.ofcoursenot!ofcoursehedoesntwantyou!ofcoursehedidntthinkyouweresmart.stopcryinggohomegohomehedoesntwantyouherehedoesntwantyouatall.stopcrying.dryyour eyes(NOTHINGBEHINDTHOSEYES). just stop. Get out of here.

Hey

I’m holding your hand when I say this

how dare you (affectionate)

this broke my heart into 726251527382 pieces

in my head, Eddie follows him and begs for forgiveness and Steve makes him work for it because he’s not gonna let anyone in his life who won’t be all in even if it’s just as friends

Eddie does work for it. Harder than he worked to do anything else

he knows he fucked up so bad and just got carried away trying to get his bandmates off his back. he really genuinely didn’t believe anything he said but now he knows Steve thinks he did and he shouldn’t have even said it as a joke or exaggeration regardless of if Steve would hear or not

He even shows up the morning of Robin’s going away party to help run errands for Steve and set up in the rain that wasn’t in the forecast. Steve finds him crying on the back patio over one of the decorations that got ruined by the rain, and he apologizes a million times “I know it’s not enough it’ll never be enough but you have to know I wouldn’t do it on purpose I didn’t know there was rain coming and I would’ve kept it all inside” and then Steve is holding him and telling him it’s okay, all of it is okay

I can’t keep them sad for long it’s my most ridiculous trait

[dreambigdreamz]

fanfic idea for future reference 😌 it’s a swanlake x eothiriel

This is completely rough draft and I have a lot to work on, but I just found it again amidst my profile from long ago and just had to keep it for sake. And maybe I’d like to share it too — especially @meluiloth because you so kindly tag me everytime but I am always lazy to do anything related to writing 🥲 this one’s in honour for you and all your kindness in tagging me.

So like, the latest one is a Swan Lake plotline where it will start off as a suspense story. (No one else would be reading this and it will be a long time when I finally write and any who read will have forgotten about it so I'm going in all spoilers yes?) Éomer visiting Dol Amroth, the seat of his new friend Imrahil, and when he goes on his solitary late night walks on the beach, he keeps sighting a mysterious silver figure dancing, yknow. And when he tries to follow her once, he sees that she vanished as she ran into the Palace Garden. Now this Palace Garden is the beautifullest of places with flowers, shrubs, and fountains. But there is a big golden cage too, and in it is a snow-white swan that the whole royal family seems to love so much. THAT SWAN IS LOTHIRIEL CURSED BY A WITCH AND HER SOUL WILL BE A SWAN UNTIL SHE FEELS THE LOVE OF A MORTAL MAN AND RETURNS THAT LOVE. 

Like, whenever a young man asked for her hand, she always refused and one young man went to ask help from the witch to make Lothiriel love him back but instead the jealous witch turned her into a swan and she now only has human form in the absence of daylight and ahhhhh

Very simple and plain, Iknow but. For some reason I'm so excited for it to play out. 

I mean, everything about Eomer is simple and plain but so beloved in my eyes 😍

Yeah like a sort of Beren and Luthien meeting. Very simple, but when made with care and love, it makes my heart burst eek I feel like what will hinder Lothiriel's falling in love with him is her being so foreign to that. For sixteen years she was kept safe under the watch of her spinster aunt and doesn't lift an eye at a young man unless her elders permittedly tell her so. So I'm sorry but this girl's mentality was wrecked very beautifully and she simply doesn't know how to handle love

And for the next six years she was a swan, so very very unused to human company in general. Lol me materialising introverts in a poetic way. I think you'll be onboard with that idea. I don't know about you, but I feel so frustrated that I want to go out and mix in with people but it's so difficult to let go of the old restraints that had been for so long.

AND YES HAHAHA I am so making her foreign to love, and even a sequel where, after they have already admitted to each other's love, the curse still isn't broken and she begins to suspect it's because her love for Eomer is really imaginary. She 'loves' him only because she wants to break the curse. She has never known what is love to actually realise what she is feeling is really love. She doubts it. And truly, yes, she is a little selfish and she begins to be scared she'll never love anybody truly and this curse is to be forever. And they set out on a quest to find a way to break the curse and on the way she finds out what it truly is to love someone selflessly, without expecting anything in return, to want someone to be happy even if it means without you in their life. 🤓🤓 I just had to go and add that bit of angst in.

Like the first fic could be called 'So this is Love' and will end as they admit their love. So it's an open ended ending for everyone, those who wants to have the happily ever after can stop there. But the second fic sequel is gonna be like 'What is Love' and will start off with her still turning into a swan even after everything. It does have a happy ending though, I just have this scenario in my mind that they're coming back from the sea on a raft and she runs throgh the water up the beach to her gasping parents, IN DAYLIGHT. She's human in daylight so it means the curse is broken!! And they just share a hug :) I have this quote 'No I've never loved anyone before. If my parents died, I'd cry, but only because I wouldn't know what to do with my life next. Only because I would feel so lost without them to take care of me.' And in the end she finds the true meaning of loving :))) Because, whatever it is, love is love, selfless or selfish. If you love someone, for whatever reasons, it is still love, isnt it?? But for her she's been trapped in the cage of her mind for so long, not trusting anybody in case 'it doesn't work out'. Like, most of my heroines they are scared because they've been hurt before. For her, she is imagining all the hurt that could happen and limiting herself from the joy that was possibly waiting. Ahhh me 😁😁😁

I feel like this is going to be my healthiest pairing yet. They both admit to their flaws in so honest a way and come to terms with their imperfections. Like they actually got to talk!!! The quest symbolises their journey to compatibility, yknow, learning more about each other, and not only that but adjust to each other's problems. For example, Eomer himself realises he did not expect some selfish outbursts from this angelic creature and realises he had fallen in love with her shadow instead, her beauty and dancing in the twilight. He soon learns a lot more about her and learns why she is this way and also like why she is selfish and how to remedy that (she hoards up her favourite cakes all to herself and threatens him not to touch them).But that is bc she has been brought up privileged and not had any contact with anybody outside the world that she doesn't know how to fit in.

I'm so proud of it. 

Like first, you fall in love with someone for their outside. Then you have to endure and try to get to know their inside and then once you know what they are like, it is up to choice to try and get along or leave then. I think that's the three crucial steps to love :] And only after that, can you attest whether that love is 'true' as in compatible for the long run.

Yeah! I need a real life 🫠

Eomer’s flaw is chiefly that he takes things at face value because that’s how he was brought up. The Rohirrim doesn’t have much disguises and are straightforward and honest, you know. And he takes it that way. And when he first saw Lothíriel, that was the case: he took her to be a beautiful creature, a heavenly being. He has to learn the depths and layers of everything. 

And like, one incident is when he’s to leave the next day and asks if she’d wish him to return some day. She says, what would it change if she wish or not? That he’d try to come back at all cost if he knew she wished for it. She starts saying something like ‘But I could tell you that I wish for you to never come back here again. Would that prevent you from doing so?’ 

‘It would.’ 

Startled, she asks ‘Why?’ 

‘Because you said so.’ 

‘But I could be wishing something entirely different and may voice something else because of . . . propriety. And I am only saying this for example, mind you. Would you still take it at face value of what I said, when you probably know it to be otherwise?’ 

‘Yes.’ 

‘Then you are disregarding my— the person’s genuine wish?’ 

‘No. Though you may be wishing something different, I respect the decision you made to not speak of that wish. For whatever reason you thought it fit to keep your true feelings a secret, I will have to respect that decision of your mind that chose to not tell me your wish.’

Is this too cheesy—

I’m sorry I’m so proud of this atm tho

please let me know what you think 🥹🥹

[pebblysand]

Are you working on any new projects that you feel like sharing with us

Love castles and you

Never gonna give you up never gonna turn around and dessert u

hey anon! apologies for the delay here. this is a very sweet anon that made me smile when i got it, so thank you ❤️.

regarding your question though... i suppose: not really? i don't know. it's complicated. to be fully transparent, i've not written a word since the end of castles. i know that for you it might feel like a long time because objectively, it has been five weeks, but for me, i just haven't had that much downtime since then. i spent almost four weeks in france post-publication, most of which were holidays where i wasn't working (at my IRL job, i mean). this was so peaceful and restful and nice but also so outside my usual routine that i didn't have much time to think about writing (or to really let the end of castles sink in, for that matter). i wrote 23 in about a month, and 24 over a weekend, so looking back, it all feels like one big feverish dream i haven't really had time to digest, yet. i came back to ireland just over two weeks ago and i don't know, i guess i've been... crashing - a bit? 😬

it's not bad. like, trust me, you don't need to worry about me - i'm alright. i've been distracting myself with going to london a couple weekends and have loads of other trips planned between now and christmas, which i am very much looking forward to and should keep me busy. i've been doing a lot of podcast-y things, i'm getting reacquainted with my friends who i've sadly neglected for far too long (hopefully they don't hate me too much, haha), and with life in general (i've been going running more consistently, i've done embroidery - lol 😅 - i'm thinking about signing up for pottery classes - the works, you know).

if i'm honest, on a deeper level though, i've been finding that i'm not quite sure what to do with all the time that is now on my hands. my anxiety skyrocketed early last week, which i know is just my brain slowly readapting to this new, post-castles normal, but which still very much sucked. i am worried about my dog's health and my mum's health, and loneliness in my thirties. i'm worried about my plans for next year, i am worried about whether i'll be capable of writing original fiction, and i am worried that now that castles is finished and that the post-completion around it has stopped, everyone will forget about me and no one will read my works anymore. again, 🙄 ugh.

having said that, here are my plans for the short, medium, and long term:

SHORT TERM (BETWEEN NOW AND DECEMBER)

i don't want to start any "big" project between now and december, tbh. i need to sit and breathe and recharge (see above). i could however ever see myself doing one or two short-ish things (under 10k), that i could get done over a weekend or something. in that list are:

the aoife one-shot (follow-up to the fault in faulty manufacturing) (likelihood: 90% - i've been meaning to write this for age, it haunts me. my only issue is that i'd love to write it for paddy's day but since the beginning of the year will probably be busy with other things - see below - it might be my winter project)

maybe a fic about pansy parkinson's side of the amycus story, possibly tying into chapter 22. (likelihood: 50% - i literally just had the idea for this this afternoon but i kind of like it. i've been fascinated with the concept of pansy parkinson lately, so we'll see.)

for reasons that i don't want to explain yet, i'll probably need to have a really good 3,500 words original fiction story written by march 2025. i should probably get started on it this autumn. (likelihood: 35% - i know me and i will probably be procrastinating this as much as i can because it's not "fun" and feels like a chore)

MEDIUM TERM (JANUARY TO SEPTEMBER)

there's literally an endless list of stories i'd like to write. some of them might be written next year, some of them might never get done. the current list includes:

HP Harry/Ginny Muggle College AU (likelihood: 20% - i love the idea of it but idk about the execution)

HP Harry/Ginny FWB AU (likelihood: 40% - this one i'm more interested in. could be a sort of AU of castles but could also stand alone)

Peaky Blinders Ada Character Piece (likelihood: 70% - i need to rewatch the show, but i really like that one. i already have a few paragraphs of this i'd written somewhere)

Peaky Blinders May Character Piece (likelihood: 60% - same as above, i also have it already started somewhere. i do feel like i'm more interested in Ada than i am in May right now, but we'll see)

The Good Wife Will Character Piece (likelihood: 60% - i've been meaning to write this for, like, 10 years. i just need to brave a full rewatch which, ugh)

HP Malfoy Character Piece (likelihood: 25% - idk. same as the college AU. i like the idea, but no idea about the execution. just marginally more interested in this one cause it's a character i've not explored before)

HP Harry/Pansy AU (likelihood: 10% - i've found a fantastic fic for this pairing already in existence, so that has satiated my need to write it, i think.)

Silk Martha/Clive Children AU (likelihood: 10% - it's a beautiful fic... in my head)

HP Hermione Character Piece (likelihood: 40% - i know you all want this one but honestly i'm not sure what i would have to say. it's a hard one because i would love to write it, i find hermione a very interesting character, but it also needs to narratively bring something that isn't already in castles. like, i don't want to repeat something people already know. so, we'll see. i will write it if i find an angle for it. i was going to write it as an ode to friendship - like: the long-standing nature of she and harry's friendship, the way everyone always focuses on romance when actually, platonic friendship is also very important to us as humans - but i think i already sort of blew that angle with Lily and Naran now. so, again, we'll see.)

Black Sisters Piece on Female Rage (likelihood: 20%. i had a very, very specific idea for this back in 2023 and i never wrote it. i'm thinking of revisiting)

having said that, i also know that January - March 2025 will really be the moment i'm planning on easing back into writing more frequently, but also the moment when i'll have to focus on original writing for a while (again, reasons i can't explain). so, write that 3,500 words short story, and outline a larger project. so, not sure i'll have much time for fanfic at the start of the year.

LONG TERM

there will be a book. i have an idea. i have characters. i need... an outline, and a plot, and all that stuff. i would love to outline january 2025-march 2025 (as said above), then to slowly start writing it as life allows. i think fanfic will remain my outlet, my "fun" thing, the thing i "cheat" on my main project with haha. we all need those.

i will keep you updated on all this as it happens, and i hope (hopehopehope) you stick around ❤️.

[peenyas]

┊Special Brew

Kinda stressed out when writing this, and I've been thinking about what it's like to get a bartending job so here we go. Honestly feel like turning this into a smalll series.. If i suddenly post smut please forgive me

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Content: DILUC X GN!READER, flustered diluc, slowburn, you got a bartending job at angles share!

[diluc's speech will be Bold!]

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A successful interview, you gotten news that you're accepted to work at angles share as a bartender! It's exciting and nerve wracking at the same time, you've actually landed a job in one of Mondstat's biggest wine company. What were the chances of that? Has luck finally found you?

You clocked in at 5 pm getting ready for your shift, in the back changing into your work attire when you heard someone come in the room. Turning around, a tall man with red hair with his back facing you, he seems to be clocking in too. Zoning out for a moment thinking who this might be until a voice snapped you out of it.

" ..hello there? You alright? It's time to get to work now"

Blinking frantically, you realized you were staring at them the entire time, how embarrassing. Giving a quick nod before bolting out. Thankfully this evening wasn't all too busy, after serving the last few patrons you went back to thinking who you just saw. Was he a newbie? He seemed so familiar.. wait no it can't be-

Your train of thought is once again interrupted, this time was a gloved hand waving slowly in front of you to grab your attention, seems like they were calling out to you for some time now. You looked up, it's the same man from earlier again, this time you finally realized who they were.

"ah yes- sorry if i interrupted anything there but..."

Your head went blank. Master Diluc Ragnvindr, the very owner of dawn winery, is here working with you on your first day. You thought everything was over, fuck Fuck FUCK im gonna get booted for this... You faced him and almost wanted to start apologizing when he stopped you,

"M-master Di.. I mean, boss, I'm so sorry for-"

"Now now, it's alright... Just don't do that again."

You blinked a few times before looking around the tavern. It was completely empty. That's weird... You looked at the time to check and it's practically midnight, way past when you're supposed to leave work now. When did the time go by so fast? Seems like Diluc was there to urge you to go home at this point.

Averting your attention back to diluc, now at the back tidying up wine bottles, wiping excess glasses and mugs.

"say.., do you usually stay back so late to do clean up?"

"onlyy when i feel like it. I'd ask the same to someone who decided to stay past their working hours."

You let out an embarrassed cough, "I just caught up with thinking...! I'll get going then."

Scurrying to the back room to put away the work attire and getting ready to head home, you peek outside of the door to see if Diluc is still around. What you didn't know is that he's right behind you, did you not notice him coming in the room after you?

He's joining you in looking out the door, his head just slightly hovering above yours.

"Is there something to look out for?"

The sudden whisper got you stumbling out of the room, Diluc tried to catch you but failed, now looking at you with just as much shock, the both of you now caught in surprise and now looking at each other. Diluc was quick to lend a hand for you to get up, you take it while embarrassment is written all over your face.

"I truly apologize for scaring you just now... I .. thought you knew about my presence.. are you hurt?" His tone sounds flat but genuine, scanning your body as you stand up.

"I-it's alright! Im fine- ... Just a bit surprised.. thank you."

Why am i fucking up my first day right in front of the owner?? Now I'm really done for.. Giving him a light bow, wishing you could just run out of the place this instant. You were assuming he'd start giving you a lecture of some sort, which was proven false when you heard him chuckle.

"You're quite something aren't you? Well get going now, the night is quite dangerous." That comment got you flushing a faint red. Leading you out the tavern door, both of you walk out as he locks up the door to angle's share.

Cool air blew against your face as you stepped out. Looking around, the city was dead silent. You couldn't help but feel uncomfortable because of it. Diluc walked up besides you and noticed how nervous you seem.

"You alright there? Would... You want me to walk home with you?"

"o-oh, wouldn't that be too much of a hassle? It's quite late and I could never take up more time from you..."

"Well it being late is exactly why, I'll be fine. It would be quite a waste to have a brand new employee disappear on the first night."

You don't know if he's being sarcastic or not, but giggles escaped your lips regardless. Diluc not knowing what's so funny got a bit flustered by your reaction and looks away.

"..you may lead the way then, I'll follow behind."

You thanked him, but he seems to be avoiding eye contact with you now. Did I do something wrong..? The whole walk was pretty awkward with how little talk was going on, it couldn't be helped anyways, Diluc always seemed to be the preserved type, this should be natural.

Though what you didn't expect is how.. clumsy he was. Tripped a few times over some tree roots, clearing his throat ever so often, sighing. Looking back at him and you'll be met with a red haired man, quickly looking away and averting his gaze else where. It was quite dark so you couldn't really see anything, is he alright?

The road became more familiar to you now as you kept walking,

"ah! Almost near my house. Thank you for walking with me-"

"yes. O-of course.. my pleasure." He replied a bit too immediately, he sounds nervous.

After seeing you reach the front door, he quickly turns away before you could say anything else. You wonder if you'd be able to face him the next day with how you acted during work, hopefully he doesn't come in tomorrow...

(1/?) · [Pt. 2]

Xtra notes: reading angst and now continuing this ....feels so unreal. I need to stop that. Cover art by me! @ on it is my Instagram handle :3!

Pls remember i will only write when i feel like it, so no continuation time frame

[maul-of-shame]

I hope life is treating you well Bucky ❤️

Aww, thank you so much!🩵🩵🩵 Life is... a lot right now, not gonna lie. Between exams, exercises, commissions, and working on my books, I feel like I’m running purely on caffeine, sheer willpower, and the occasional existential dread.😅 I’ve been so BUSY that I haven’t had as much time to just breathe—and honestly? I am tired. Like, physically, mentally, emotionally drained. But I’m trying to push through!

I’ve got more fics coming up (because of course, I can’t stop writing even when I should be resting), but self-doubt has been creeping in a lot lately. You know how it is—sometimes the brain just loves to whisper, what if it’s not good enough? But I’m trying to drown that voice out and keep creating anyway. And hey, I’m actually planning on publishing poetry and books this year! It’s something really close to my heart, and I’ll be sharing more over on my writing account @hauntedcavallaro (I shared some stuff on there already!!)!!! I'm also joining a zine this week, dedicated to one of my favs musical artists ever so I'm beyond happy!!

Thank you for checking in, truly. It means a lot. I hope life is treating you well too!🩵🩵🩵

[rarepairnation]

hi abby!! you love talking abt your fics? well, as it happens, i LOVE listening to people talk abt their fics *high-fives you* so hereee u go: 8, 17, 23, 24, 33 and 40 :)

hiiii ria thank you <333 [high fives you back] this is a beautiful synergy we are living...sorry this took me several days i just kept not having a shareable last line. for every we're so back there is always an it's so over. we're here now and that's what matters LOL

8. share the last line that you wrote

you have kept me waiting, my lord steward, she says when his footsteps stop, his reflection hovering just out of reach of her mirror.

well this is NOT umbar fic OR condolences congratulations. one day i will learn to finish one thing before i start another. but it is set in a slightly alternate version of the same reality. this is the crazy forty years later everyone lives au where aragorn is king and denethor is his steward and finduilas is actually the one running the place. it’s just an excuse for me to write “what if we made our healthy loving political marriage a messier and more political v-shape because you just HAD to officially get back together with your situationship from when you were 25 and oh he just HAPPENS to be the king.” they are shockingly functional about it (i do not know if i could call it healthy. but it is Incredibly High-Functioning and They Are Having Fun. so who am i to stop them!). conceptually/vibes-wise this is the result of my mind stirring around "their wives know the steward serves the king, and sometimes that goes beyond matters of state" (like truly...WHOA boy. that knocked me flat. @bretwalda-lamnguin i WILL respond to that post eventually i have things to say they just have to marinate a little longer) + regent!finduilas as a concept and an Energy + finduilas's general pure concentrated "i can fix him" beam + also going on a tangent off of anna @potatoesandsunshine's "our marriage is already bad enough what if we ruined someone else's life with it" theory. and this came out.

17. what is your favourite trope to write

NAMES AND TITLES AND MANNERS OF ADDRESS BABY!!! that shit is like drugs for me. whenever i'm messing around with it i feel like i am at the very height of caring about and understanding my own work i KNOW that sounds obnoxious as hell but like. aghhhhh. im in there THINKING. about specifically when and where and how one manner of address might shift to another and whether that is different inside the narration and out loud and what each name and title means in which situation. yeah im normal about hierarchies why do you ask.

23. where do you usually write

my beloved local coffeeshop down the street from my apartment! i am there as i write this. my regular barista often makes fun of me bc he sees me running for the train in the morning bc i am perpetually late for work. unfortunately the earliest i can make it out of the house in the evening is 7 and they close at 9 but it’s a good two hours. then it’s off to my friends’ apartment (they’re my downstairs neighbours i basically also live there) for like another two hours. yeah i do this every day. i am aware i am insane but it is the only way i get anything done.

24. which fic do you think is your funniest

hmm. i feel like im not often intending to be particularly funny. wait no its definitely open arms. “sokka, panicking: you like guys!” is literally in the description. i wrote it bc of a shitpost. WOW that is possibly the throwback of all time. that’s like the first fic i wrote back when i started getting really Good at writing because i was wildly hyperfixated on avatar and it was covid and i wrote 100k in a year. well well well

33. which of your fic titles is your favourite

ok i did do this one but im gonna give a runner up. TO THE VERY DEAR MEMORY OF [ ] is a personal fave for sure bc it's. idk nontraditional? well it's based off of this image and it took me a long time of testing different things before i figured out a way to appropriately represent that erasure of the name on the headstone by the water...the sensation that there Used to be something there, that there was Supposed to be something there, but all that is left is the water. and i'm very pleased by the effect of the brackets and how it looks on the ao3 page. it just brings me a lot of joy to let myself kind of fuck around and do whatever i think is cool. im trying so so so hard to internalize "get weird with it!" and its the baby steps out here.

40. pick one of your fics and share a quote to go with it (not a quote from the fic, but an outside quote that fits)

ooh ok a throwback. race for a hurricane (speaking of the titles/names/manners of address trope this is my BEST execution of it) + "the french have a saying: the fate of glass is to break. maybe the fate of spies is to just fade away. but with any luck, we leave something behind" -spectre, 2015. im getting that last line tattooed someday.

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[yononart]

no new art yet, so let me yap a bit about my Tav/D&D rogue Aerin - did the same kind of post on bluesky so I might as well share stuff here!

art improvement journey under the cut! This is gonna be long and I'm also gonna talk about some stuff I went through over the years as an online artist.

Around 2016-2017 I started playing D&D with a group of friends, so of course I chose the rogue class to start. My DM did not allow drow characters for whatever reason, so Aerin at the time was just a random elf lol. I did not care much since I was very new to D&D.

This is what she looked like in 2017, my very first art of her:

big purple anime eyes lmao. what even is that shading...

I grew very attached to her during our campaign, roleplaying a smartass rogue that somehow always landed 19 on Perception checks was definitely fun, so of course I had to draw her again. Her skintone changed to be more tanned, her eyes changed color, but she was pretty much the same.

early 2018 (left) and late 2018 (right) art of her:

definitely looks better with golden-ish eyes

Sadly our campaign ended when the whole group parted ways and the DM kinda disappeared from our lives, yet I still loved my character a lot! I wanted to keep her alive, even without a D&D campaign!

I tried drawing her again in 2020-ish (I think?), but I never finished this:

Looking back, I can really see how much my style changed from anime to whatever it is now. Lmao. The 2020 wip is definitely closer to what I was trying to achieve at the time.

Back in the days I used to be very active on deviantART and Tumblr, but also joined IG for funsies. And oh gods, it was the worst idea I ever had in my entire life. While in 2015-2017 I was extremely productive, I started to slow down a lot, drawing just for the purpose of getting attention. I tried to draw things that were likely to be liked, or DTIYS stuff I didn't even care about. I was extremely uninspired because of how much I tried to please others and not myself.

Unfortunately that is when the big old artblock demon got me - I stopped drawing from 2020 to...2023? Pretty much. Maybe even earlier than that. Just a couple sketches here and there, but many and many months passed with me not even trying to draw anything. The "pressure" of trying to get some likes, being acknowledged etc was what made me stop drawing. I felt extremely unwell about what my art looked like, it was not good enough, I kept trying to change my artstyle to whatever, kept comparing my stuff to other people's works, it really became stressful to even hold a pen. I was pretty sad, cause in my most productive years I drew whatever came to my mind without giving a single f about anything. I completely lost this mentality over the years, so I stopped drawing.

Then Baldur's Gate 3 came out and oh my god. Holy hells.

I kid you not when I say this mf game did wonders to my creativity. Ngl, I already was in the mood for trying to get back to art - I bought a new graphic tablet (smaller, more comfy to use), tried out different brushes, followed some tutorials here and there, sketched a bit whenever I had the time to do it. But Baldur's Gate 3 really dragged me back to that carefree mentality I was yearning for. And after a "trial" run with a random character me and my partner created together, I OF COURSE had to bring back to life my beloved rogue. And finally turned her into a drow, heheh.

In no time I started drawing again, having no idea how to do anything anymore, kinda scared of how the result would look like and boom. Here we go, with Aerin again.

(left) more simple style VS (right) painted kinda style?

I do not think I am especially good at art. I lack many things (I suck at anatomy and proportions, it takes me ages to finish one piece) but...I can still see the improvement, even after years of not doing anything. It really surprised me. I never stopped observing art - I did not draw, but my eyes were still trained - and somehow this reflected in how I draw nowadays.

I am extremely grateful to this game. It fueled me so much with creativity I literally have too many ideas and things I want to draw (but no time lol), and I don't even care too much about what others may think. I am drawing again for myself, not to please others. I draw what I want.

And honestly, all this big post was just to say:

If you feel overwhelmed by socials and art isn't fun anymore, take a break. It doesn't matter if it's long or short - just take a break. Do not ruin things for you because of a couple of likes or whatever. Instead, try to keep the fun alive. It doesn't matter if your artwork doesn't get shared or liked a billion times. Your art is not worth the number of likes it gets. And if you have fun drawing your stuff, just do it! If you don't have fun in the process, the result is gonna suck for sure. At least for you.

And what if the result is not so good? FUCK IT!!! You cannot improve unless you work hard. You cannot improve unless you draw and keep your eyes trained. Consume art, draw, do whatever works best for you. Every artist, even the best you can think about, started from ugly sketches and cringe art. And keep your old art at hand - you may not notice it yet, but after a year or two go back to your old stuff and compare it to the newest you have. You will definitely notice the difference. That, my fellas, is improvement. It's hard to notice if you compare your last week's artwork with the current one you're working on. Go check older stuff. You ARE improving. You just didn't notice.

Take it from me, I'm an old 31 y/o hag and I have experienced things. Never let the fun dry out.

[theatrekidstatus]

Dominique x Anthony

☔︎Cast☔︎

Dom

Anthony

Stacy

Dom's pov: It was my first day of college and I sat in class "Hey can I sit here" a freckled boy asked "Sure" "hi I'm Anthony Ramos" "Dom" "Watcha writing" "Um nothing" "sum" "I'm writing a play um never mind" "can I read please" "no it's stupid" "not if it's written by you" I did a stupid girly giggle it was so embarrassing "can I see your play now" "sure, it's not finished and -um" "hey it's great I'd act in it" "thanks" "can I have your number" "sure" we exchange phones "what's your last name" "fishback" "different.... BUT IN A GOOD WAY" "thanks" "OK class I'm Ms.smith ill be teaching Shakespeare and plays,first assignment write a play or poem with a Partner "can I be your partner" he whispers "sure" he smiled at me I tried hiding my smile -1hr later-(I don't know how long college classes are) "hey what's your next class" "uh uh boy it's down time for me" "Same what's your hallway" "A" "what room" "A3" "cool I got A4" "yay we're neighbors" "we'll see ya" "hey Dom" "hey Stacy" "how was you theatre class or whatever" "good" "you're smiling mad hard" "it's nothing" "tell meeeeee" "fine we'll there was this cute boy in my class and he's awesome" "awww you're crushingggg" "shut up he's next door" "ooooooo,I wanna meet him" Stacy ran out the door "Stacy come here" she knocks aggressively and ant came out in a towel on his waist wet hair and bulging abs "hey Kevin what's up-AHHHHHHHH" "AHHHHH" "we're so sorry" he slammed the door "WHAT DID I TELL YOU" I whisper scream "I'm sorryyyyyyyyyyyy I just wanted to meet him" a knock at the door "come in" "hey I'm really sorry for slamming the door" "we're sorry for just coming up to your door" "not to be rude but what did you need?" "I wanted to meet doms lil friend" "Well hi, oh Dom wanna work on our play" "Sure" "I'll leave y'all alone" "🖕🏾" "😘" "So you wanna make any tweaks" "I think it's too cute we need some humor" "I got you" 30 minutes later "wow we're finished " "good now I can nap" "you only have-" "20 minutes i know and don't care" I think he left while he was gone I had a dream we took a nice long walk and just talked and made it to a beach in L. A and he sat me down and said "Dom I love you" and leaned in for a kiss and right when we were going to kiss I felt myself being shaken "Dom Dom Dom Dom" "What" "You have your next class now" "ugh" "what's your class" "tap" (idk if she dances just go wit it) "same" "you can tap?" "Nope" we laughed "Do you wanna brush your hair" "How bad" "15 strokes?" "Gimme" -in class- "I placed in level 3, you?" "Same" "I just can't escape you can I" "Nope" "AYE you two this is not high school stop your yapping and Get to tapping" We shared a look rolled our eyes and got to tapping 5 classes later (Google was so unclear) "I'm so glad my day is OVER" he grabbed me by the arm and started running fast and went to my dorm

"What the hell" "I'm sorry but the night class kids were coming and they have a REAL problem with being late" "How big" "15 inches" "Ew" "But they will beat up anyone in the hall after they're late" "ain't we a lil old for bullying" "you wanna get trampled or beat to a pulp" "nah nah" "exactly, so can I crash here for a few" "sure lover boy" "wow lil fish" "lil fish?" "Yep" "I should kick your ass out right now" "Well why am I lover boy" "I see how you look at Nataliaaa" Yeah sure it hurt that ant had a crush on another girl, but what can ya do? "shut up" "hahaha lover boy" "🙄" "are you gonna ask her out or just look at her like a dork" "shut up" "ok ok I'm done but are youuuu" "maybe I don't know" "you should" "do you like someone" "what no?!" "Oh my god you do spilllll" "no" "pleaseeee" "no" "whyyyyyy" "you'd laugh" "is it that ONE dude who in Shakespeare class" "ew no" "then I won't judgeeeeeeeeeeee" "nooooo,anyway we should practice our play" we here a knock "umm is Dominique fishbacks Room" "yeah" "can I come in" "ant go get the door" "ok" ant opens the door "oh hi ant" natlia greeted "h-i nat oh I'm sorry can I call you nat" "yeah is Dom here" "ye-ah ba-ck he-re" "hi nat what's up" "oh you dropped this in class and I wanted to give it to you" "oh my god I've been looking for that everywhere thank you" "no problem bye Dom bye ant" "bye" ant says weakly "see ya" i replied "ant I know we've been friends for a day and I can't be too rude but what the hell" "I know" "hey I'm sure someone has worse skills" "doesn't feel like it" "DOM" "STACY" "DO NOT GO OUT THERE WITH THOSE NIGHT COLLEGE KIDS THEY DO NOT PLAY" "ARE YOU OK" "yeah barley THEY'RE LIKE ZOMBIES" "lay down" "ok what's up ant" "hey" "are we ever going get to practice" "I don't know" we just laughed "I guess I should head out" ant left "CANT YALL JUST DATE" Stacy screamed "shut up he doesn't even like me" "yes he dose" "he likes- never mind" "OUHH TELL ME" "no I don't gossip" "it's me" "yeah anthor reason I can't trust you" "🖕" "😘"

Next DaY

"Hey lover boy" "Hi lil fish" "Is your girl here yet" "Shut up" he was so red "Haha" "is your man here yet" "Maybe" "Just tell me" "Can you keep a secret" "yeah" "good so can I" "🙄" "DUDE SHES HERE SHES RIGHT THERE" "oh my god shut up" "HI NAT" "hi Dom ant can I sit wit y'all" "sure" "so how's the play going" "amazing we worked so hard on it and we're proud RIGHT ANT" "mhm" "ok class we're gonna present because everyone seems comfortable and ready "Anthony gimme your book" "why" "just gimme" I highlighted his lines "thank you?" "No problem" "AND ANTHONY Dominique CAN GO FIRST" "Can we borrow someone from the class" "ILL DO IT" some kid yelled "OK Well get up here" We acted The thing out he wasn't that bad of an actor we finished up "wow you can act what else can you do" "a lot" "like what" "sing and play baseball" "sing?" "Yeah" "Can I hear" "No we're in class!" "After?" "Sure" AFTER CLASS

"LOVER BOY" "LIL FISH" "sing" "right here right now?" "YESSSSSS" "NOOOOOOOO" "Please" "Fine what song" "The beginning song to In the Heights" "UGHH lights up on Washington hights" "WOAH YOU CAN SING, "Stacy says while cutting In the middle of us "Yeah kinda," he says while stroking his hair" "don't be shy now lover boy" "lover boy?" "It's an inside joke" "Well I got class See ya two" "BYE" "Now back to your song" -aFtEr SoNg- (a/n AND NO I WILL NOT BE WRITING THE WHOLE THING)

"Wow" "Thanks?" "Oh no the night kids are coming RUN!" We crashed In my dorm "Why is your side of the room so underdecorted" "I dont care about how it looks only if I get work done" "Be for real" "Fine I'm broke" he Chuckled a little "um hey dom I have a question for you" "yeah" "should I ask nat out" wow that kinda hurt but I want him to be happy "of course" "what if she says no" "she probably not your a great guy but if she does you'll find some one else" I say while sitting next to him and placing my hand on his "thanks dom" "should I text her or ask in class" "in class" "cool can I practice on you sure" "so I've liked you for a while and I was wondering if you want to go out some time" "perfect now are you actually going to say that" "shut up" he said while we both laughed "I hope so" "oh it's time to clock out see you tomorrow" "y'all are so cute" "shush stace"

-next day-

I went to class I was always first but today I was second "Lover boy" "lil fish" "What are you doing here" "Sweating" "nerves?" "Yeah" "Don't worry it's okay remember no is just a word that can't hurt you but she shouldn't have to tell you repeatedly" "Hey guys I didn't expect you to be here so early" "hey nat can I ask you a question" "Sure" "So I've liked you for a while and I was wondering if you want to go out sometime" she just burst out a laugh "you'd think I go out WITH YOU" she just started laughing hard and ant just slumped down red-faced tears forming "you good" "no" "wanna say you're sick and skip" "mhm" "hey professor ants a little sick can I take him to a nurse or his dorm" "you can just borrow the notes from someone else" "thank you"

-in the dorm-

"Anthony you know if you wanna cry it's ok too" "How could I be so stupid to think she loves ME" "It's not stupid it is stupider that she doesn't" "Is there something wrong with m-" I cut him off with a kiss he looks at me "I'm sorry" and ran off I ran out the whole building I get a called from Stacy "where the fuck are you" I explain everything "stay right there I am going to get you" "hey" "ant."

[anxious-lee]

|| The Two Princes Tickle Headcanons ||

(A/N): i don't care if I'm screaming into a void, these boys are my new favorite thing and they need tickles

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- rupert + amir have such corny tickle fights. THEY are the couple that grosses people out with all their lovey-doveyness

- amir's death spot is his lower tummy, so rupert's ultimate move is tummy raspberries

- it drives amir up the wall

- but he gets his own back by burrowing his thumbs into rupert's knees (his death spot)

- amir calling his husband "ru" during tickle fights is all I am thinking about rn

- rupert calls amir "my ticklish prince"; rip amir's dignity

- they both laugh very loudly, it's a miracle no one else in their castle can hear them

- rupert first found out that amir was ticklish the morning after they were married. amir wouldn't get out of bed for breakfast, so his husband tried lifting him out of bed, which might've worked had he not placed his hands directly on amir's sides. the silence that fell after amir's squeak was deafening... and then immediately replaced with rupert laughing and cooing over him ("oh. my. gosh!! are you ticklish?! looks like big tough prince amir's got a soft side!... wait no I'm sorry don't be embarrassed I think it's cute! like really really cute. almost makes me wanna doooooo this!" *tickles sides*)

- amir found out about rupert as soon as the latter let up. after he finished explaining how much he loves his husband's ticklishness, amir "innocently" asked if rupert was also ticklish. rupert, ever the naive mind, began rattling off on all his tickle spots and funny stories about how he once accidentally kicked his dog Fitzroy off the bed for licking his toes. it occurs to him to stop talking when he looks over and notices amir smirking. ("bu-but anyway!! that was all a LONG time ago and I am definitely NOT ticklish anymore haha! no siree ma'am" 😳); his facade does not last long, in 10 seconds he's giggling like a madman

- wake-up tickles are the ones that happen most frequently. while amir has spent his whole life waking up at the crack of dawn and training for battle, rupert has grown used to sleeping late, so he needs some encouragement on the regular

- tickle chases are also incredibly common. rupert can get carried away in his witty banter and accidentally cross a line. not a real line, but like saying something vaguely insulting. amir will go still and be like "... so it's gonna be like that?" with an evil smirk and rupert will squeal like a schoolgirl and sprint out the room (not-so-secretly, they're both having fun). they'll chase each other all the way from one side of the castle to the other, those chases are INTENSE. it's a normal occurrence for castle staff to be milling around, completing their chores when suddenly the two princes come running down the hallway like little boys, screaming and laughing all the way

- now that they are officially dads, wenceslaus gets his own share of tickles too

- rupert (ever the doting MomTM) calls himself the tickle monster when he's with wence and scoops him in his arms and pretends to gobble him up. cue amir swooping in and "rescuing" the young boy from the evil clutches of his husband

- wenceslaus is a pretty feisty young thing tho, and with rupert being such a sucker, he can get caught off guard and tickle attacked by his son

- amir isn't so easily overtaken. between amir and wence, it's mostly the former as the ler and the latter as the lee

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That's about all I've got so far. Who knows, maybe there are a couple of TTP fans out there

[lgcseojin]

✱ SEOJIN'S JOURNAL ( 2006 - current )

This journal is property of Park Seojin. It contains sensitive topics and precious thoughts. If you find this, don't open it or else he'll come find you and take you to Suplex City! Go away.

Septembur September, 2006 The therapy lady said if I pretend I'm talking to God then I can write eeeasier. I dunno. Don't wanna talk to you right now buddy. Cuz somtymes sometimes I kinda wish you didn't make me so I'm upset at you. And I hate cake and I don't wanna blow out anymore stupid candelsles. It just makes me feel real mad. Speshully Especially when Miss Heejung tries to give me hugs. I don't want none of that I just wanna go back to my friends somtimes.

November 30th, 2006 Mr Dongwoo Dad said that the baby is gonna come any day now. I'm gonna be mad if the kid is born on my birthday no way am I gonna share. It's my day!! I want somethin that's mine.

December 25th, 2006 Didn't write in this thing cuz I forgot. Anyway. Christmas is real fun. I got an RC racer thing!!!!! It goes so fast hahahah!!

January 15th, 2007 The baby was really late. They called her Dahye. She looked at me kinda funny but she didn't cry when I hugged her.

September 3rd, 2007 I got moved to a different class and stuff. I wanna throw books cuz now I'm not with my friends. But the teach said we were dissruptin class or whatever. I get to sit next to a girl now and she stuck her tongue out at me so I stuck out my middle finger. Her name is Boram.

March 14th, 2008 Girls are weird. I gave Boram my chocolates cuz she gave me some and then she said she was gonna throw em in the toilet. Whatever. I didn't like her anyways.

May 21st, 2009 Hahahah!!! Jaehyuk hyung came to school today and brought a real lizard. Yep it was real I checked and everything. Haesung said we should dissect it but we were like no way. I wanna make it my pet. It looks so sick! Not sick sick but cool

June 17th, 2009 I bought a guitar!!!

November 27th, 2009 A weird lady said hi to me when I was walking home. She had really long hair and a funny smile. She looked real sick (the real kind) and said my name. Maybe she's one of them no homes people or a ghost or somethin

November 29th, 2009 The weird lady tried to give me a bag of chips and grab my hand. Did she think I was 5 years old or somethin. That shit don't work on 11 year olds. So I ran away real fast. Skinned my knee. It fuckin hurt.

December 1st, 2009 Stuff sucks real bad right now. I'm real sorry God. I don't wanna go back no more. I just wanna stay here now. I'm sorry.

December 1st, 2010 She called again. I can't have one day.

December 1st, 2011 Sorry I keep ignoring you. Lotsa shit is happening lately. That lady hasn't even read this since like 2 years ago. Why do I even bother? How did I do it again? Hi, God? Haha. I'm good, I guess. Bored right now. Eating some kinda bread dad bought in Japan. Way too sweet but whatever. Birthday went okay. They gave me a party and it wasn't anything special I guess.

January 20th, 2013 Got nothing else to do so I'm gonna write in this again. Fuck this city. Fuck everything. I don't wanna move and leave everyone behind. This sucks so fucking much. Seoul seems like it sucks anyway. But at least Jaehyuk is there... Ugh nevermind. It makes feel sick to write while the car's moving all over the place, and Dahye won't stop pinching me. I'm gonna give this kid a headlock.

April 30th, 2013 Some kid almost ran me over with his bike so I grabbed it and he fell on me. Buncha stolen shit fell outta his jacket and everything. Hahaha. He begged me not to tell anyone. I think he's a grade below me even though he said he's like 13 I think. Seems real smart. Name is Cheol... something. I guess he's ok when we started to talk but if he runs me over again I'm gonna pummel him for sure.

August 2nd, 2013 Mom had the baby today. The kid is real cute and she grabbed my finger super tight. I'm gonna be honest. I kinda felt like crying and stuff. She's real cute, Dasom. I wanna protect her.

October 12th, 2013 Jaehyuk wants to start a band or whatever. Know I never mentioned it before but I kinda like to sing and I know how to play guitar. I'll give it a shot. He introduced me to some guy named Taewoo from another school and I asked Cheol if he wanted to join, too. Here goes nothing I guess.

February 23rd, 2015 I asked Minkyung out. I know you don't know who that is yet, God. Sorry about that. I was being an idiot just being in my head instead. She's in the same class as me. She's got short hair like to her neck kinda length. It's really funny. The class was playing soccer and she kicked the ball at my head. She seemed real scared about it and she came over to check on me and grabbed my face. That's what it's like to fall in love right??

July 9th, 2016 Long time no see, huh? Lots of good news happened so far. Well, kinda. First, I'm still going out with Minkyung. :) Second, I entered a singing contest and I got 3rd place, so a guy with a card came up to us and all. He was from a company... entertainment company. Legacy or something. Well, I auditioned and made it. Cool, right? Weird, though... Didn't think this could be a thing for me. Well, I'm gonna mooch these vocal lessons and see what happens I guess. Taewoo won't stop calling me a fucking sell-out though. Bastard. Anyway... the next news is awkward kinda. Mom and dad decided to foster this kid. He's like 12 or 13 or something and he's already getting on my nerves... Feel bad for him though. I know what it's like.

June 14th, 2017 Shit sucks. What a joke. See if those fuckers mess with Hyunseung again. I'd kick their asses all over again until they leave him alone.

December 2nd, 2017 She called me again. I don't get why she just won't leave me the hell alone. I can't do this shit. I don't care if I'm her "real son". Why did she have to find me? You left me there for like almost 7 years and now you wanna keep trying.

March 1st, 2018 I decided to start over. It's for the best, probably. Dim is over. I left the company. Me and Minkyung decided it would be better if we broke up. I couldn't even look at her anymore after I went off the deep end and didn't wanna be around anybody for a while. It was like shit was falling apart and I didn't wanna be like that and hurt her. Then have to leave her. And the guys. I feel like shit. I don't even know if this is the right choice. I'm taking you with me. There's still a lot of space to fill.

March 28th, 2018 It's the fifth day of basics. A week in and I've got some smart idea to start a journal. Apparently it's supposed to be "good" for me as an outlet but like... For all I know, some guy will take it, read it, and make fun of me. Whatever. This is stupid. The food sucks.

March 30th, 2018 Guy named Jung Woobin joined today. Kind of a nerd, but he's in my temporary unit and the bed next to mine. Might as well make friends. He keeps talking about random shit. Maybe I can see if he likes Slam Dunk. Well, I'm not here to make friends anyways, am I? Nothing else interesting happened. Entries are gonna be short till something interesting happens.

April 5th, 2018 Week two. Not hype. Hate waking up fucking early. This sucks ass. Some guy lost his shit and ran off in some random direction. They labeled him as a deserter. Feel kinda bad for him. Just glad he wasn't in my unit.

April 8th, 2018 New recruits came. There was overflow in bunking so they stuck a guy with us. I get a chaebol smell off of him but he seems alright so far. Let's see how he does during the first week.

April 21st, 2018 I'm tired of this Kang dude. Nearly kicked his ass before we got stopped. What a prick. He snores when he sleeps, too. I'm gonna plug his nostrils.

May 1st, 2018 Transfer to marines unit today. Off to Pohang. Wish me luck.

July 30th, 2018 Finally got time to sit down and write. Shit's been intense. The C.O. is no fucking stickler. He makes our squad wake up up to an hour earlier than the others. Set our alarms as the wake up song that blasts outside. Today, I swear we got to bed at midnight and got up at 3:30am. Wanted us to get our rounds done early so we can get a head start into the MMA training so we're in top shape. Tomorrow, our platoon is supposed to meet with the American marines that are stationed here, too.

October 10th, 2018 My English isn't that great but I kinda talked to this guy and we became friends. Tall, wavy hair, super ripped. Said his name is Andreas like the fault line but I dunno what that means, really. I can just call him Andy, he calls me Jin. His Korean is pretty good, actually. Hahaha.

October 11th, 2018 We sat by the river when everything is done and he and his friend taught me how to skin a rabbit. Then, the guy said he was gonna go rock fishing ( I think, I couldn't get his accent but I think he was from Australia or something ) and pulled a catfish with his bare hands. I'm serious! Wish I coulda taken a picture...

October 14th, 2018 It's the last day of the collab camp thing. Andy gave me a book. D'Aulaires' Book of Greek Myths. I guess I should get better at English... But he said he's staying in Seoul after this. And his dad's got a boxing gym or something. Once I'm out, I'll check it out.

December 1st, 2018 They remembered my birthday. Never thought I'd get a Chocopie with a candle sticking out of it. Whatever works. I don't like sweets anyway and it's cold as balls.

February 13th, 2019 I'm on break for seollal! Came back home for a bit to see everyone. I know I saw them in between but still... This is nice. Chan must've gotten real tall over the summer. Dasom ran up to me and hugged me real tight. As for Dahye, she shook my hand. What a weird kid. I missed them so much. Gonna go spend time with them now. I won't forget you at home. Promise.

March 26th, 2019 A new guy joined us today. Real jumpy, that one. Said he got transferred to our unit for some reason he won't say. Rumor is that he tried to kill some guy and he's in a gang back in Daejeon. I don't believe it for a second. What a stupid story.

April 3rd, 2019 Caught Lcpl. Shin creeping around the place after dark not in his bunk. I got up to take a piss and he almost scared it right outta me. This is like the 2nd time this happened. Since our ranks are the same there's not much I can do. Should I tell the C.O.? Shit, why am I asking you? I don't think you would know what to do either.

April 17th, 2019 Fuck it, we finally ratted on the guy. The hell is he doing lurking around the latrines all the time... Must be some kinda weirdo. I guess that's why he was transferred. Shoulda kicked him out instead. Woobin said he saw him with a knife when he got out so I dunno what to think anymore. Lt said it isn't a big deal. That the guy's gotta be touched in the head, whatever that means.

April 22nd, 2019 Something or some dipshit keeps knocking on the barracks again. Can't fucking sleep. Shit sucks.

May 24th, 2019 Things were quiet for a while. There was a weird smell coming from the latrines and it wasn't cause of the crap they serves us. Found a dead bird strung up with shoelaces. Can't eat tonight.

May 28th, 2019 Can't sleep. Knocking again. The alarms went off. Glitch, I guess.

May 31st, 2019 Some shit went down. Two of the guys started wailing on each other outta nowhere. Screaming real loud about something. I didn't really bother trying to figure it out when we got them off each other. They were reprimanded. Only 9 of us, so this shit really stirred things up. Must have been some kinda disagreement. But everyone's fucking tired. Climbing drills are tomorrow.

June 1st, 2019 The ropes were cut. Or frayed. Or old, or something. It's my fault, isn't it? If I didn't pull so hard then Hwang wouldn't have fallen. Everything's okay. He said it wasn't cause of me. They took him out for a short medical leave. Hope he's okay. But I'm still shaking. I'd only tell you this kinda stuff, God.

June 5th, 2019 There's only 6 of us right now in the unit right now until the others get back. Feels real quiet right about now. No one really wanted to talk. Least, not to me. I still got Woobin but he seems like something's real wrong. Shin's got the world under his feet, though, the way he's strutting everywhere. Kept trying to show me his rabbit pelt. Freak.

July 7th, 2019 That fucking knocking again. A slam. Piss off so I can sleep already.

July 19th, 2019 It's raining. Real hard. Had to go fix something and found Shin out there doing... something. Whatever it is, he didn't like that I caught him and fuck I don't know what to do. It can't have been something bad, right? I didn't really see. It was dark.

July 23rd, 2019 I'm gonna kill that piece of shit. What kinda asshole takes a picture of my mom and just. He's dead. Next week. Mark my words, God. I'm confessing ahead of time if something happens. I'm kicking his ass when he comes around.

July 29th, 2019 The fucker still lives. Unfortunately. Opened my eyes and saw him hovering over my bunk. I swear. I saw it. How long was he standing there? How many days? Shouldn't think too much of it...

August 2nd, 2019 I looked over and he was just sitting up in bed like that. Awake. I don't think he ever sleeps, come to think of it. Woobin said the same thing. I started to keep my knife with my under my pillow.

September 6th, 2019 We woke up and Shin was gone from his bed. Nothing from the usual. C.O. came in and told us the military officers came and got him. Said what happened stays with us. They're making Woobin testify but he won't tell me what happened. Guess I'll never really find out. Gotta keep an eye on the news maybe later. Feel like I need to take 8 showers though. Maybe 10. Hopefully there won't be too much to write about now.

September 30th, 2019 Holy shit. Just a little bit longer and I'll be outta here. Sgt. Park speaking. Cool, right? I should have something positive here after all that. Everything seems like it's okay again. I think. I guess I thought about it a little more... All sorta guys come through here and you never know who's gonna end up being totally insane. I left out some details but, God, I'm sure you saw what happened anyways.

October 15th, 2019 One more month! I get to lead new recruits today. I asked Woobin to help and he still almost passed out running with us. Guess some guys really don't get that fit here, haha. Here's hoping we can still be friends when we leave. He's outta here next week... Gonna miss him something awful.

November 10th, 2019 I'm free!!! Gonna stay with the family again for a bit until we get my place figured out. Don't really plan on going to school or anything, but dad helped me find a job at some restaurant. I gotta go to Gangnam for it since it's all ritzy but it pays well. I'm kinda excited. Really feels like I started over again... Also, went to the bar still in my fatigues ( yeah, I know, I was lazy ). Craziest thing, the people you meet again. Some guy in uniform, another in a sparkly jacket. Funny where we end up.

December 2nd, 2019 Saw the guys yesterday. We got super smashed and they said I climbed a tree. Wait. Why am I still writing? Nothing interesting is going on. Let's not make this a habit.

January 8th, 2020 Nevermind. Something kinda crazy happened. Went to Vampire Den for the open mic night again. Just to sing. I got that card again. This shiny one. I guess I must have been outta my mind and had it in me to go for an audition. It was worth a shot. I'm almost at the limit they accept trainees. Fuck what am I doing? Shit.

January 9th, 2020 The call came. I made it. They said I gotta move into the dorms now. At least I got a couple months to myself.

January 20th, 2020 Shit man. So many kids around... This kid ( had a real unique name ) I'm roommates with said that he's graduating high school soon. Crazy... I think I'm in way over my head if this is how things are gonna be, but fuck it, right? At least I can still keep my job. Guess I'll just start making some friends around here. There's plenty of guys my age. Yushin's even here, too. Well, anyway. I don't gotta keep writing in this right now so see you later.

July 24th, 2020 Hey guess who's gonna be in a band again? Well kinda. It's still a bunch of practicing. We'll see what happens but I'm feeling optimistic, I think.

April 21st, 2021 This just in for another episode of Shit Sucks... They pulled the band stuff. I guess there weren't gonna be enough resources for it. Dunno what to do now. Feels like everything's crumbling apart around me. I can just hide away in my room for the rest of the year, right? Just not sure what they're gonna do with me now. Gotta get better at dancing. I'll do it later.

May 23rd, 2021 Shit just keeps happening. I saw her with someone else. I don't want an explanation. I'm tired of this push and pull shit. Going here and there without saying much. She lit my heart on fire and put it out with her fucking shoe. I loved her. At least, I think I did. I guess that doesn't matter now. Nothing should have come from that day and why did I even bother going through with it. Over and over again. Wasted my own heart. Nothing matters anymore, does it? Fuck it all. I should go somewhere. Don't look now, God.

August 17th, 2021 I guess some okay things can happen. But these blind dates the guys keep trying to set me up on are a waste of time. Better to not put in effort like that. Anyway, dad's heart thing has gotten better, too. He wanted me to start picking up his new medicine after practice every day.

September 19th, 2021 It's hard to want to sing again. Or want to do much of anything again. Maybe I'll get better by next year.

September 25th, 2021 Met this girl. Well, already did. Sometimes, she'd be at the pharmacy when I picked things up. There's dimples in her cheeks when she smiles at me. I mentioned I was interested in producing music and she asked me for some pointers. We're meeting next week so I can help her, I guess. Worth a shot. Come to think of it, I think we went to the same high school.

October 18th, 2021 She's cute. Fuck, I'm so screwed. I remember now. I sneezed on her in the hallway once. She said it was two times, but I don't remember the first one. We already talked a lot. It's weird. Something dangerous about her. I'll watch my step...

October 31st, 2021 I feel drunk even though I'm not. She said she liked me and I wanted to run. I think I already like her, too. I just can't be what she needs right now. I shouldn't be writing this stuff down. I'll save it for songs. My own head. See you.

December 5th, 2021 She said there's a beauty in being impulsive. She is coy and bold. She wants to kiss my cheek because something compels her to. She yearns to see me. I can't forget anything she says. She speaks in poetry and laughs in music. I don't flinch when she reaches out to touch me. So.. What now...? I kissed her on the shores of some snowy Sokcho beach. When she says now that there's nothing innocent about the way I kiss her with that smirk of hers. When she said she's looking for someone to break her heart because she's just being realistic. Not to feel burdened because I make her happy. She'll be patient for me. I think I might be going a little crazy. Emotionally, spiritually. She makes me want to sing again.

December 1st, 2022 Aside from one good thing, this year was kind of a bust. Hoping for a better one next year. Fuck, I'm getting old. Did they forget about me?

March 20th, 2023 Finally got a project! With actual songs. Not sure what it's gonna entail but ... here goes nothing, as usual. :)

March 30th, 2023 And when it comes to spring, I learned that it's made of heartbreak and not love.

August 12th, 2023 Fuck, what am I doing with my life? It's so close I can taste it but I can't help but feel like there's so much missing.

October 30th, 2023 What am I doing? Part two. Everything is all jumbled up. There's nowhere to put that anger brewing in my head. I almost messed up my hand because of it and ruined everything for myself. Might start writing some songs again...

December 1st, 2023 The first birthday I really felt like I deserved. I guess I made it this far, huh? And there are people who care about me, love me. It's still really overwhelming to think about, but looking back, this is what I always needed. And I should have been more grateful for what I have around me in the form of other people.

January 1st, 2024 I think it's gonna be a great year. Love is real.

January 14th, 2024 Oh. Fuck.

[jojomaxine]

Modern Diopucci AU - fight ahre

Set in the Modern Diopucci AU

reminder: past divorced jonadio. I am here just being cringe. enjoy if you do, fuck off if it angers you.

Things had been tense for a while. The couple had never had as many arguments as they've been having lately.

—Dio —Pucci sighs, lowering Verdena to the ground. He looked like something had happened— You can't keep things like this anymore.

—"Keep" what? —Dio raised an eyebrow, a slight confused expression as he stopped looking at his phone.

—Your sons —Pucci explained, encouraging Verdena to go play with the toys and games left for her in the living room, before turning back and taking a seat in front of Dio on the kitchen table. Verdena obediently went her own way, a bit curious of the conversation that was about to delve but knowing that she always got bored with the dealing of topics she couldn't quite grasp yet. After the girl was out of sight, Pucci continued— You can't keep giving them money. It's not solving any of their problems. Donatello keeps getting fired because he can't behave properly at work. He knows he'll always get what he needs from you anyways. And Ungalo is not paying therapy. You know what he's spending that money on.

Dio seemed the slightlest irritated at that. Pucci was not one to hold back his complaints, and although it was something Dio deeply admired from him, it sometimes backfired and put him in bothersome situations as well. —What else do you expect me to do? They're adults. They're old enough to know what they're doing. I'm not gonna run behind them monitoring whether or not they keep up with their responsabilities.

Pucci's lips frowned more at that. He knew that Dio was fully aware of the way he was ignoring the logic.

—You're not taking care of them and I'm having to do it instead. You know it well, they always come to me. May I remind you who their father really is?

—Don't pull that on me, Enrico. I never asked you to do that for me. You're always like this, haven't you noticed? —Dio tsked, now fully setting down his phone on the table— You put weight you're not ready to carry on your back and you get mad with me when it doesn't turn out well.

Pucci breathed in. Dio was purposefully being obstuse. Pucci was not Jonathan. He wasn't going to fall into the way his partner twisted his actions to fit a story that was not true. Dio knew that, yet still tried to treat him as if he was as naive to fall into it as the Joestar was. He took a few moments to reply, just watching his husband in silent anger.

—You know that's not right, Dio. You asked me that one time. You asked me if I loved you with all of what you carried on your back. You asked if I was willing to share that weight with you, and I said I was. You may not ask me to do it directly, but it's an issue that will fall on someone sooner or later, and you only worry about your children or mention them when I am the one who gets so overstressed and stop worrying. And even then, you don't move a finger to make things better. —He was quick to accuse, delivering his words with a voice a lot more calm than what he was actually feeling inside— I congratulate you for being able to watch your kids destroy their lives in front of you and ignore it, but I can't do that too.

—Oh, for God's sake, Enrico. —Dio made a disgusted expression— Do not call them "children" as if they're not fucking grown ups. And of course I'm right. That's what you always do. —He insisted.

—Care explain what "always" is to you, Dio? —.

The older looked plainly angry now. He was being brought into an argument he didn't want to have right now, or ever. Being the impulsive asshole he often was, he couldn't shut his mouth before he said way too much.

—You didn't have to go "fix things up with Jonathan" for us, yet you did. You don't have to do that stupid, waste of time, Charitable Church thing. Heck, you didn't have to adopt your dead sister's baby when you knew your parents could have done it and saved us the trouble, yet you did. It's not on the rest of the world if you take care of things no one asked you for and get tired of them.

Pucci looked taken aback by that. He straightened back in his place, his expression pure disbelief and slight betrayal. He knew Dio was impulsive. Dio could spill venom when he truly wanted. But in those nasty moments he always was somehow being honest. Was that what he tought of Pucci's daughter? It took some time for the blond to notice he went overboard. When he changed from angry to regretful Pucci was already getting up.

—Wait- Enrico, dear —he had the decency of at least looking a little ashamed as he attempted to go after him. Pucci took a surprised but compliant Verdena in his arms again and made quick work of grabbing the keys the and satchel bag he always took outside, and only looked back to Dio with very cold eyes when he was at the door. —I don't want to see you right now. I'm gonna take some air and think. I advice you to do the same.

And it was that way that Pucci went to Donatello's shitty apartment to try and cool down, and Dio called Jonathan for advice again.

[queenofbaws]

ahhhhHHHHHH it's been a hot minute since i've stopped and done one of these, but i figured now's the time, huh??? a quick little update here on my end: i'm hoping to be finishing of mummy men & bathtub soup, my conrad manofmedan-centric ghost hunting fic, in the coming weeks, so everything else is likely to be running a little slower for the immediate future. it's one of a handful of wips i'm REALLY trying to wrap up before the guilt eats me alive, telltale heart style, M O S T L Y because i have so much stuff planned for the creepiverse that i'm just...bursting at the seams to get some sort of momentum going there, haha!!!

my weekends have also been a bit more chaotic than usual lately, between health crap and family crap, so once more, if you've sent me a flash fiction prompt recently that i haven't gotten to, i promise you'll see it filled one of these days 😭 just waiting for things to calm down a bit.

BUT HEY with all that in mind, i'm throwing a chunkier sneak-peek of like wringing blood from a stone here under the cut! never fear: i'm way too deep into hackett hyperfixation to NOT be working on it in the background, but until conrad's story comes to a close, hackett house will just be a littttttttle quieter than usual ;P

(as always, i hope you're all doing well out there, that you're being as nice to yourselves as you possibly can, and that YOUR creative endeavors are going well <3 you got this!!!)

He knew better to bring those questions to Constance; in his heart he suspected she would’ve known plenty and more about this bizarre side of things, but in nearly sixty years of marriage, all she’d ever willingly shared of her life before him was that the mother and grandmother who’d raised her up had been ‘ugly, witchety women,’ and not much else. Not ‘witchy,’ mind, not ‘wicked,’ not ‘wretched,’ but ‘witchety.’ That was as far as she’d be pressed on the subject, and he’d been raised to let sleeping dogs lie, so that was as far as he’d tried to press.

Jack, though. Jack you couldn’t get to shut up.

And he was more than a little witchety, himself. He hadn’t been able to make heads or tails of that word until the first time the Fiddlers had shown up on his doorstep—then it’d made perfect sense. Witchety. Yeah.

“I’m gonna ask you something.” Jed didn’t wait for him to react, instead sitting back in his own chair and rubbing tiredly at his stubble. “Figure I might as well, seein’ as how you’ve got an opinion on every other thing under the goddamn sun. You level with me now…this curse shit, it real?”

“Oh, it’s real. Real as the shirt on your back, I promise you that.”

He frowned. Not only was it the answer he’d least wanted to hear, but Jack hadn’t even paused to mull it over. That told him a great many things at once; very few of them good.

“Tell you something else, though,” Jack soldiered on. “Since you went and opened the door and all.” Then he did pause, looking down at the whiskey in his glass as he swirled it. After another couple seconds, he took a belt of it and set the glass back down. “People think of curses like a cold. Someone gives it to you, or it’s…I dunno, catching.” He shook his head. “But that ain’t right.”

He narrowed his eyes, trying to make sense of it in his own head. “No?”

Jack shook his head again. “No. Curses are something you bring on yourself. If you’re cursed, well…that ain’t anybody’s fault but your own.”

Much as it pained him to do so, Jed held his gaze, dead eye and all. He wanted to see if he might backpedal, apologize for the slight when he realized what he’d said…but the only thing Jack did was take another drink of his whiskey.

“That don’t sit well with me.”

“Doesn’t have to. It’s the truth, Jed, and you know what they say about the truth. It shall set you free.”

“You understand you’re sittin’ in my house, telling me to my face that it’s—”

“Your own damn fault you’re up Shit Creek,” he finished for him. “Unfortunately, I am.”

“Now, you listen. Those kids were—”

Jack held both his hands up, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling. “Helpin’ that boy. Uh huh. Yeah. I know. Six years I’ve been hearin’ about how helpful the pack is. Six fuckin’ years. And know what? That’s great. Real swell. And if I were a different man, maybe this is where I’d pat you on the shoulder and say somethin’ conciliatory. ‘No good deed goes unpunished,’ maybe. ‘There but for the grace of God go we.’ Only I’m not, and so you’re stuck what I’ve got to say. Which, if you hadn’t noticed, rarely runs on the side of consolation.” He took another breath, Jack, then sat forward with his arms on the table such that he could lean in. “They meant to help that boy, Jed. What they actually did was kill his whole family right in front of him.”

“Family,” he scoffed, leaning further back to show him what he thought of that one. “What family would that be? A truckful of carnies roaming town to town…that ain’t a fuckin’ family.”

Jack didn’t drop his gaze. “No? It ain’t? Huh. See—to me at least—sounds an awful lot like what you married yourself into.” He gave his glass another swirl. “An awful lot.”

[elvisabutler]

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ME. AT YOU. these are all under a cut because you're mad, i swear.

housewife kink related to austin COMPLETELY SLEEPING THROUGH HIS OSCAR NOM.

"I asked for a breakfast burrito, not a show and one." Austin whistles from the doorway of your shared bedroom. "That's not supposed to be till later, babe." "And here I thought it was last night. Or did the sleep make you forget?

asshole austin part 3? ( where's part two, ally? i don't know probably at the bottom of this. this was not the original plan for this!! )

In hindsight, Austin should have known better. In hindsight Austin should know lately he's been getting a little too into his roles. In hindsight Austin's pretty sure he's an idiot but you've both known this from the second he turned those blue eyes- those stupid sapphire eyes your way. In hindsight it could have gone much worse.

merman austin ( this is part of the ending but i don't have the bits above it written. )

"We'll be on the run if we do this. All three of us. No more somewhat easy escapades. They're going to hunt us down for you, Austin." You say glancing at Olivia who looks so sure of what she wants to do, how she wants to save him same as you even with how much it's going to change things and potentially harm the crew. "If I had to run with someone, I'm thankful it's the two of you. There's no one else I'd rather do it with." He answers with a soft kiss to both you and Olivia, allowing himself to nuzzle against both of your hands when you both try to touch his face.

i'm not explaining this one. 😈

If she had looked up as she tried to hide the laughter escaping her she would have seen Elvis’s gaze on her and the slight smile that had formed on his face as he saw how her nose scrunched up and how the corners of her eyes crinkled just a little bit. If she had looked up and paid more attention she would have heard him whisper something so soft that no one but her could have heard it.  “God she’s pretty.” That’s the funny thing though, isn’t it? That when you need to pay attention to something or look at someone you never are.

these next few are short but they're all catherine and elvis tbh.

"Princess isn't the word you need to be calling your director. Do I look like one of your little starlets?"

i had to literally check what i had already posted for the. i forgot i gave daisy a whole ass chunk that's in this word doc.

She huffs out a breath of air before rolling her eyes. "Hardly. I just am worried you're going to make all those shots unusable. Those eyes are dangerous. Might have me a bit hot under the collar."

i told you. so much catherine and elvis. i haven't gotten to my notebook, elise.

"Aw hell Princess, would it kill ya to go all out? I gotta real good feelin' 'bout how people are gonna like it. Figure you could look like a real princess in your dress." "Does that make you my prince charming?" "If that's what ya want me t'be."

i'm stopping with them after this. i really truly kept jumping around in their timeline.

He knows he shouldn’t be strutting around like a proud peacock around her- he knows it won’t work because she’s always been able to see through him, strip him bare in ways no other woman has. He shouldn’t have been strutting around because now his punishment is having to hoist Catherine up onto Spirit and watching- feeling her hips as she tries to get comfortable.

when i actually post this. and get to the part before it. hehehe.

Her eyes don't leave the wet- God, could he even call it a patch still- spot on his jumpsuit even as it starts to cool and starts to make his entire front stick to it. He has to get up and out of this suit and ignore the fact that for some godforsaken- for God truly is forsaking him- reason she is looking at his damn crotch and licking her lips and biting her lip softly.

again. with my giggles. anyone who has heard screams about this probably can guess where this comes from.

She doesn’t need to see an old fat man like him with his hillbilly uncut cock. She deserves- God she deserves so much more than a man who got himself off without touching himself at her pleasuring herself. 

mysteries where this comes from i don't have the doc titled.

A brief thought of him wondering about a wet spot- a stain- crosses his mind before he tamp down on it, his eyes zeroing in on her fingers starting to work at her little clit- her nub- that little button he wants to feel against his calloused fingers. Would she sing like she is now? Would her moans sound deeper or higher from the different texture? Would she whisper his name like a prayer- like that prayer she sent to God that night he gave into his baser desires? Please, please, please.

is this ever going to be posted beyond this who knows.

Your mama didn't send you to me any more than my dad sent you to me. It's- Austin, it's not fair. You didn't even- I wish you could hear voicemails after you've sent them, you didn't even say my name once. Just your nickname for me. Do you even remember my name, Satnin? Do you remember I'm not 'Cilla, Elvis. Remember that I'm the girl you called a brat, the girl- You were supposed to be different, you know? Supposed to make me feel safe and loved and Pere loves you- no, god I'll tell you who it is- Vincent adores you. Thinks you're perfect for me. Thinks you're exactly what I needed. I thought you were too. You take care of me, you've been taking such good care of me but I- it wasn't you taking care of me lately was it? It hasn't been since we started acting like them. It's Elvis taking care of 'Cilla. Fixing what he broke back then? I don't know. If- I want a baby with you, god, I want a baby with you but I think you don’t know who I am any more, I don't know who you are any more.

one day i'll post this. finish it even. my little babies dealing with the effects of covid making things go weird.

The morning starts like any other with you blearily waking up and grabbing your phone off the nightstand. You are up a bit later than you want to be but sometimes you need your rest and you have learned to never begrudge your body for it. What is different about this morning is how when you look at your phone you see about ten missed calls from Austin within the span of about 30 minutes as well as multiple voicemails. It’s been your experience that when people call you that many times, when people seem that insistent on getting ahold of you something drastic has happened. A large part of you wants to avoid listening to the messages fearful of just what you're going to hear. Yet, you know you shouldn’t. You know if you don’t he’s just going to keep calling because that’s what people do. It takes you a moment to dial Austin’s number but you barely hear the first ring before Austin is picking up almost breathless.

this has been the start of multiple fics before it became the start of its own that i haven't finished.

“And if I was cheating on you with your daddy? Would you be mad at your little bunny? Because it’d only be because you’re not paying enough attention to me, Mr. Presley.”

this was a weird jealousy fic it's my wip list always.

You don’t- you’re used to Austin as Elvis. It’s not a bad thing, and you consider yourself lucky that the role and life had finally made him and Vanessa break things off before you met him. However, it’s- the press tour is what got to you. You had been so used to having him around that when you didn’t it broke something in you. You break up but you two still have the same friend group because your friends loved him and they treat him like a normal person, but damn if it doesn’t make hanging out to be the most awkward mess you’ve been in since every High School.

another jealousy fic. this might just get reused for something else.

Austin prides himself on being a calm individual. He is shy and he is mostly collected. Nervous, yes, but collected, almost one hundred percent. It’s something he knows you love about him because bless your soul you are not necessarily that person. Austin prides himself on being calm but sometimes he knows he fails at it. Usually when he’s drunk as he is right at the present moment. Honestly, there isn’t a person in your general vicinity that isn’t some degree of drunk or tipsy and it shows in how everyone feels the need to be on top of one another and how Austin wishes he was near you but there’s all your friends and his friends between the two of you.

i'm never going to post this. it's from the 10 years later au for dove and austin. that will never get done.

They say it's hard to get over your first love and well, you know that so much much better than anyone but they what they don't tell you is that the one you think you're going to marry the one who is perfect for you in what feels like every way? That's the one that's almost impossible to get over. That's the one you can pretend you recover from but you don't- not really.

selkie au sequel where i have toyed with this multiple times since jan for. the obvious reasons. finally think i came to terms with the fact that i want to do it this way.

"Gonna hafta teach her more often now that I can. Mama'd kill me if she knew her grandbaby had such a problem goin' between human and seal. You wanna come with us for a swim?" "You forget I'm human?"

olivia x reader that i've been debating if anyone still wants.

"I'm not going to ask you to break up with him. But you should." "And what? Date you?"

take a guess at who this might be.

"If you're still hungry you can sleep with someone else, Elvis." You say as you watch him force himself to move to the other side of the room. "No. Made a promise t'ya didn't I?"

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"Call that handyman- the one from the church. I have to get to work." Her husband, Nathan calls out as he leaves without a kiss exchanged between the two of them.

frat boy austin is a menace except not really. i am though for making the summary sound like sk8er boi.

"It means you should have led with free if you wanted me to go do it. You know I avoid frat and sorority things like the plague."

i think this is the last of it? maybe. i think i've combed through everything that has more than a word in it?

Elvis knows that it can't be good with that reaction- knows it's gotta be a total he doesn't have. BB's words come to mind about business doing you and those words in this moment ring so painfully true Elvis feels his head starting to throb.

[stonewallsposts]

16 personalities questions: 28-30

This is halfway through the statements.

28. You lose patience with people who are not as efficient as you 

Well, now this one's going to be tricky. In general I don't think I do. In fact, in a lot of areas, the way people do things doesn't even enter into my mind. Now my wife, on the other hand, consistently questions why I do things the way I do: "I'm just wondering why you turned down this street rather than going the other way, which is faster." Or "You know, there's a keyboard shortcut for that..." I can see her impatience watching me do some things and I'll just get up out of my seat and let her do it because she's just itching to get in there and do it. I do this to her much less frequently, but there are times when I probably do question why she's doing something a certain way. 

I know I do lose patience fairly easily when I'm trying to teach people things. There was a lady at church who was doing stuff on the computer and consistently not only messing up, but forgetting the things I had already told her. At one point I decided to try a shock value and I just told her straight up, "How many times am I going to have to tell you to do this?" She just stopped and looked straight ahead, and then said ok. I know that worked with me one time when I was learning to finish concrete. My boss had explained something to me and I hadn't followed it. He then testily said: I don't want to keep having to tell you the same thing over and over. I got the message and straightened up. But I know I can deal with men in a different way than women. I can tell a guy: Quit screwing up and do it right, you moron! Guys may not like it, but we'll get it and move on. I would never call a woman a name like that. I might have crossed over the line too because while she did get it, I heard years later that she was still holding that against me.  

I'll admit I'm not a patient teacher. I don't mind sharing knowledge I have, but I have no aptitude for trying to gently motivate people along. I can lose patience quickly if I think someone isn't getting it. I don't think they're stupid or anything, I just don't personally want to try and deal with helping them to get it. I'm exceptionally thankful for those people who DO have a gift of sharing the information though. I just know I'm not one of them. So, mercifully for anyone who would be my student, I don't take on students. Of course, If I really like you and like spending time (probably my top love-language) then I'll overlook just about everything because the important thing is the together time, not the efficiency of whatever we happen to be doing. 

29. You end up doing things at the last possible moment 

I'm not a procrastinator, no. Years of working for myself taught me to know the deadline, and establish benchmarks to hit along the way so that I would accomplish things on time. And I really hate the idea of being late. I know, weird for an Italian, but I almost get a physical anxiety when things aren't happening on time. If you tell me something is gonna be 2 hours, I expect 2 hours and set myself psychologically for it. But if church, which is supposed to be 1.5 hours, starts going long, I start getting antsy.  

I hate being late, and if we're running late, I can start getting irritable. Though there are some times when I don't worry about it. For example I joined our choir a year ago. Whenever we meet with the whole band, they tell the choir to be there at 7, and we just sit there while the band dorks around for 45 minutes. THAT starts to bug me, so I'll often show up late for that.  

But other than the above-mentioned type of scenario, I would disagree with this.  

30. You have always been fascinated by the question of what, if anything, happens after death 

I don't know that I'm fascinated by it, but I grew up in a Christian household, so I've always thought of heaven afterward. I believe in it, but I can't say I'm fascinated. There are too many things that, accepting the Biblical account, I just can't make sense of. But I'm not particularly concerned either. I figure I'll get answers when I get there, and wondering about things that I can't get answers to doesn't seem particularly useful to me.  

While I know there is no absolute proof of an afterlife, I have found out-of-body experiences in near-death situations to be a sort of strong evidence for a separate entity we usually think of as a soul- a state of consciousness that persists even after the body is gone. This will usually entail a person who registers as dead- no brain activity at all- and yet they have an awareness of things that are happening around them during that time. There have been many reports of things happening in the near vicinity, where they were out of their bodies, and were able to confirm things that had happened while they were essentially dead. In some of these reports, there have been descriptions of angels, etc. We of course can't confirm those because we can't see angels. But we can confirm that x was happening at the time they said they saw it, even though they were dead and had no brain activity at the time.  

These experiences would seem to me a strong evidence that the soul, or consciousness, survives the life of the body. Does consciousness apart from the body prove an afterlife? I don't know that I could go that far, but it would be strongly suggestive of it.  

Does this statement concern itself more with whether or not I think there is an afterlife, or my level of concern about the question. What I'm unsure of, even when trying to calculate my level of concern or fascination, is how much other people are concerned. I know a lot of people would rather avoid thinking about death at all, so maybe in that light, I am more fascinated than average. 

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just wanted to say the I love your work, but it’s made me think of just getting absolutely manhandled by childe- bratty fem reader who thinks she finally has a one up on childe bc she caught him off guard, but he quickly realized her intentions (naturally lmao). In an instant he has the reader pinned up against the wall before he makes her go absolutely dumb on his cock, tossing her around while sayin nothing but filthy things to her then finally filling her up

You really thought you could?

cw — nsfw, smut, fluff, dom!childe x bratty!fem!reader, aggressive, degradation, overstim(receiving), modern college au, dumbification, cussing, minors dni

synopsis — you and childe live in a share house, you always tease each other and fight but deep inside, you both know what you want

note — childe can do anything he wants with me, he practically owns me lmaao

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"Stop taking my things!" Childe yelled, trying to get his notebook out of your hand but you just laughed

You ran towards your room and locked it with a giggle then screamed "You can't go in now, loser!" you open the notebook and see a bunch of random things.

Surprisingly, Childe has really good writing, you never knew about that and he's really good at drawing "Wait, is this me?" you whisper to yourself.

Childe still knocking on your door, annoyed "Hey, what the hell? Open up" he hissed. You heard your other room mates.

"Ugh, you two are fighting again" Xiao said "You're gonna be late.. again" even though he was on the other side of the door, you could see his annoyed face.

You giggle looking at Childe's notes about you "Pretty funny, smart but super annoying. Why am I the only one she picks a fight with?" you laugh out loud "That Childe!"

You finally go out and return his notebook "Here" you rolled your eyes. He frowned.

"You suck" he said, grabbing his bag "Now we're going to be late, Xiao already left with Venti"

"You hid my phone last time, I was literally on the verge of crying" you groaned then continued "Just go on, I have to wake up Hu Tao, she's still sleeping"

"Oh come on" he sighed but still he sat down, a sign that he'll wait for you "Wake her up and let's go"

—

"Great, we're late" Childe slapped a notebook on your head "Good job idiot"

You look at him "Hey! I never asked you to wait for me!!" you roll your eyes again walking faster than him but he followed you immediately.

"Now we have to stay in the 'prison' after school" He rolled his eyes "I hate this school"

You just laughed "Come on, it's not prison" you both ran towards your respective classrooms.

"Not prison my ass" He sighed

—

You were going through your bag, searching for your phone "Where the hell is it?" you whisper to yourself.

The man in front of you looked back "I saw Childe take it earlier at the house"

You groaned "Ugh" you stomped your feet "Thanks for telling me Xiao"

—

It was after school and it was time to go to 'prison'. You and Childe call it that because you're always there, really it's just an empty classroom where late comers have to stay after school.

You always run away though but you don't know about Childe. Because you needed your phone you have to go there, you were annoyed while walking.

"Childe!" You called out after going inside the room, but he wasn't there "So he never goes here either"

—

You were walking home when you see your other housemate, Venti on the street "Venti, hey, you going home?"

"Not yet, I'm waiting for Xiao" he said, he was carrying food "He's at practice, want some?"

You shook your head no "Thanks but I know that's not enough for Xiao"

"Yeah I know, I only asked for formality" he said then you both laughed. You waved bye to him and walked home.

—

You open the door and see Childe watching TV while using YOUR phone "H-Hey! That's my phone!!" you immediately closed the door then ran towards him, trying to snatch your phone but he was quick to move.

"Keqing texted you saying she's going to be home late" he said, standing up so you wouldn't reach the phone.

"D-Don't look at my messages jerk!" You follow him but he was taller than you so you're having a hard time reaching your phone.

"Who's this Diluc guy? I think he likes you, look at his messages, being nice and everything, asking if you already ate, asking if you got home safely, the hell" He said, reading it, he had a very serious face for some reason.

"None of your business" you said

Childe was reading more messages when suddenly he lost his balance, falling on top of you, his face on your breasts. Some of the buttons on your uniform popped open.

You immediately blush and feel something hard on your legs "Childe!" you yelled.

He stood up immediately and covered his crotch "Uh sorry" he then sat on the sofa, covering a pillow on it, he still has your phone.

You tried to fix your uniform, he was looking at you from time to time. Your bra can be seen because of the broken buttons. He stared at your thighs, where his dick was earlier. He immediately got a hard on but you didn't realize this.

Then you thought of something genius, taking teasing to the next level. You walked towards him, he immediately said "Hey! Change your clothes" he has a blush on his face, trying to avert his gaze but he couldn't help it.

You removed the pillow above his legs then sat on top of him. He was dumbfounded, just looking at you, then you took the chance to grab your phone off his hands.

"Got it" you giggled, you felt something hard on your butt, just to annoy him one more time you tried moving, he release a slight grunt, holding on your shoulders then you stood up "See ya later ninny" you laugh, walking towards your room to change clothes.

You look at your phone and reply to Keqing. You start removing your blouse "I'll fix that later" you were pleased that you finally had the last laugh in teasing Childe, you tried thinking if it was too much then you thought it's Childe, it'll be fine. It won't be awkward.

While pondering to yourself, Childe walked inside your room while you were in the middle of changing "What the heck Childe?"

"You really thought you could win?" He smirked walking towards you, you immediately know what he was doing, he was also making fun of you, so you tried to stand your ground.

You nod "Yeah, I already did remember?" then he pinned you on the wall, both your arms stuck. You were just wearing your bra and your skirt, you had no underwear because you were about to take a bath. He can't see right?

It was dark in the room, it's pretty hard to see but you still could, you were blushing like crazy but you have to be strong, he then said "No, you didn't"

"Come on Childe, I was about to take a bath" you said, trying to shrug him off but his grip on your arms on the wall was strong. You were face to face with each other. Even though it was kind of dark, you still see his face, his eyes, mouth.

You never knew he was this handsome. Good thing it was dark or else he'd tease you about blushing so goddamn hard.

You were starting to feel hot and wet. But he still had you pinned on the wall. Then you feel something tickle on your neck, his breaths.

"You smell good already" he whispers, you bite your lower lip to not make a sound "We both know what we want y/n"

He then started kissing your neck, you feel like melting, it was so hot. You start moaning a little bit "C-Childe" your knees felt weak.

He then put his face in front of yours, your noses touching "Still think you won?" he smirked before kissing your lips softly. The kiss actually felt magical. He then let go of your arms and stopped, he was about to leave.

You pulled your skirt down a little to cover yourself, you were wet just from that. He chuckled before walking away "That's how it felt when you walked away earlier" but before he could leave, you grab his arm unconsciously.

He turned to look at you "Oh?" he was smiling. You realize what you did so immediately, you let go of his arm "I guess I was right then? We both know what we want?"

You nod slightly, covering your eyes because of embarrassment. He turned the lights on and locked the door "You sure?" he asked

You groaned "Shut up" he was teasing you again. He laughed then pushed you on the bed. You held your skirt down to cover you up, he saw this.

As soon as he crawled on top of you, he held both your hands again to restrain you. He used his knees, he rubbed it on your wet pussy.

"N-Not there" you whispered but you felt weak. Just doing these things to you, it completely turned you on.

His rubs started to go faster, he could feel that you were wet "C-Childe, n-no!"

"No? But you're so wet" he whispered, you felt his hot breath on your neck again. Being restrained just makes you want it more "You feel it?" he asked, you let your moans out.

He then used his knees to spread your legs even wider "Are you excited, little slut?" he smirked, observing your reactions "I like seeing you like this" then he chuckled "And earlier you were so confident, sitting on my lap, now you're whimpering?"

He grabbed your face and pinched your mouth a little, he then kissed you, sucking your mouth, inserting his tongue. The kiss was intense in an instant, both of you were breathing hard.

"C-Childe, put it in" You whisper, not capable of waiting any longer "Put it in" you begged, Childe just laughed.

"Woahh, relax" he said, licking your neck "We'll get there" he starts caressing your breast from above the bra, teasing you "I've always wanted to touch 'em" you start moaning, feeling real good when his fingers slide inside the cloth. His fingers rubbed your erect nipples.

He took his clothes off, all of it, he started stroking his own cock, rubbing it on your legs, his pre cum dripping. He grunted, his face on the nook of your neck so you felt warm "Shit" he started kissing you again, biting your lower lip softly, it was so sexy.

You felt like you were going to burst at the moment, you can't believe you're going to do it with Childe "Strip for me, whore" he whispered, sitting right up. You sat up too.

He was still pumping his own cock up and down while you remove your remaining clothes. He was practically drooling at the end.

He pulled your arm and then tossed you on your back, you almost fell out of the bed. The top part of your body was almost on the floor while your lower part was on the bed. Your ass was facing Childe's erect cock.

"This'll be fucking good" he said before you felt his dick go inside your hole. You quickly moaned loudly, your feet curling up because of the pleasure.

You were screaming in a matter of seconds, you didn't know he was this big "Fuck! Childe! You're so big" you groaned, your palms on the floor while Childe pound on you from behind "Faster" his hands gripping your waist.

He slapped your ass "Little bitch, begging for more?" he asked with a slight chuckle "I'll give you more" he pulled you up, tossing you on the bed, you're now facing him.

You squeal everytime he pulls and pushes you whenever he wants, you just let him "Childe!" you moaned. He inserted his cock again, you can see the bump on your stomach. He was that big.

He likes what he sees, smirking while going balls deep inside of you, his both hands on your breasts as it bounces "Fucking slut!" he slapped them causing you to shout again.

"Childe! Fuck me" you tried moving your hips at his pace, his fingers rubbing both your nipples. It was pure bliss. He was so rough, you were begging for more "Faster, deeper! P-Please!" He kissed you and then your breasts. Sucking on it like a hungry baby "That feels so good" you moaned. Your eyes were closed, your hands roaming everywhere on his body. You were both sweating hard "Shit Childe, it's so good"

He was busy sucking your breasts and thrusting to even speak, all you can hear from him was his moans and grunts. Not a moment later, he grabbed both your legs and placed it on his shoulders "Cum for me slut" he said, thrusting his cock even deeper than before.

You cry out "H-Holy shit!" you held his muscular arms, screaming "I-I-I'm cumming! Don't stop!"

Then someone knocked on the door "Hey, y/n, you there? Xiao and I bought dinner for everybody" someone asked, it was Venti. Childe didn't stop from moving but you covered your mouth to stop yourself from moaning.

Childe saw that you were struggling to keep the moans in, so he started to rub your clit. Your eyes widen, you whispered "What are you doing?"

"Pleasuring my slut of course" He smirked, he thrusts became even faster. With him rubbing your clit in circles, you couldn't help but moan out loud.

"Are you alright in there?" Venti asked, knocking "Are you hurt?" you didn't wanna leave him hanging so you answered.

"I-I'm fine!" you yell, your eyes rolling upwards from all the pleasure "I-I-I-I'll be right ou- ngh"

Before you could answer, Childe kissed you, both your tongues dancing with each other. You held his head tightly, rubbing his hair, pulling him deeper. Your legs wrap around his waist, you tried humping along with him.

"Childe's shoes are here, but he isn't in his room. Just tell him when you see him" Venti said before leaving.

Childe licked your neck, leaving marks "They'll know now" he smirked "F-fuck, I'm cumming"

"D-Don't stop please" you begged and he didn't stop, he kept thrusting, even though he was feeling tired "I-I'm so close!" you moaned. Your whole body shivered, you screamed as you released everything.

Childe's dick was white from your cum but he kept going, moaning "Y/n!! Shit shit, I'm cumming!" he said, he kept thrusting before stopping and shouting "Fuck, wh-ore" you felt something warm inside you, he just filled you up.

He plopped on the bed beside you, breathing heavily "That was so fucking good"

You were panting "That was wild"

"Don't text Diluc anymore" he said, finally catching his breath

You nod "I won't"

"We're going to eat dinner then it's round 2 baby" he kissed your forehead before getting dressed "I'll go out first, we're doing it in my room later"

You rubbed your neck, it was full of hickeys, you have no idea how you're going to cover it!

—

You and Childe sat beside each other at dinner.

"Are you feeling cold y/n?" Hu Tao asked, she just got home

Venti laughed "This is the first time I saw you wear a turtleneck"

Childe laughed along with them "Yeah, it's almost as if you're hiding something"

You kick him from under the table, but once again he beat you by placing his hand above your thighs and then rubbing it. You look at him in surprise and he just smirked.

He's always going to be one step ahead of you but it's all good because you actually like it.

End