#it could be the most beautifully written thing in the world but if you didn't fully commit to the style you were given

[rad-roche]

i've been previously complimented on my ability to mimic character voice and prose style (thank you, by the way), and i don't think it occurred to me to explain this because i assumed this was widespread, but this was part of my high school curriculum way back when. is that a thing in other countries? in english class as part of our creative writing we'd be handed a starting page in a particular genre, or tone, or time in history, and it'd cut off mid-sentence and we'd have to continue it. it would test reading comprehension and let the teacher feel out if you had a knack for it before you got moved into a sorted class. you'd get dinged if it scanned wrong and the grading wasn't particularly forgiving. i remember really, really enjoying it. come in, sit down, you're a seventeenth century boatswain, write two thousand words right now

[joffyworld]

A Celebration

I wanted to make this post as a post-October celebration of my experiences here.

You've all been amazing. Each and every one of you. To anyone who ever sees this, consider us friends and kindred spirits. I mean that from the bottom of my heart, Joffy is a friend to all! I understand some fear para-sociality, and rightly so. I know it's a bit of a dirty word, but while I may never know you in real life, while I may always be a stranger on the internet, that does not preclude kindness from our times here. You are all people, as am I, and there is no illusion of the opposite on my end.

I came into this community just a month ago, driven almost purely by an obsession with the TROD au written by the amazing @bamsara. Since then, I have fallen in love with so many AU's, so many fics, so many oneshots, and so many pieces that I never would have found otherwise, from the horrific cannibalistic nightmares of @teruuu and @yellowflowrs, to the cute and joyous wonders of artists like @junoberrii, @the-artist-grimm, @spiderin-space, @zynical-forg , @7-ferrets-in-a-coat, @cconfusedkat, @frecktheheck, @lagomorphics and @lil-vibes to the beautifully shameless smut and humour of @melle-d, the wonderous fantastical realms of artists like @aychama, @aniimoni and @stychu-stych and the incredibly well written and crushing experiences of writers such as @kiko---random-stuff-probably, @olrinarts and @alllgator-blood. It has all been an incredible experience to watch, every single shade and genre of art and creativity, and I wouldn't have it any other way! I never expected to have so much fun, so much joy, and such a range of emotions all at once, yet here we are!

My welcome into this community has been astonishing. The kindness, the warmth, the laughs, the tears, the silliness, the naughtiness, the evil, the good. It's all been such a wonder to behold. That's not even mentioning the activism, the understanding and the fundraising I've seen with my own eyes! You've all bred a community of love here, and each and every one of you should be proud of that.

Every mutual I make, I am reminded that kindness breeds kindness. When I started this blog, my only wish was to indulge my madness until it passed, to see if maybe instead of suppressing my own interests, indulging them could perhaps instead lead to a less anxious conclusion? I had often been consumed with anxiety as I fought to pretend I was "normal" and it's always been a tough thing for me. By God has being here helped.

I have embraced who I am as a person, I have learnt things about communities I knew nothing about. I've grown empathies for groups I once found hard to relate to, I've felt joy and comfort from strangers where the world has oft left me dejected. I've met so many people similar to me, completely different from me, and all that lies in-between.

I have met the most beautiful souls in the world, I've seen works of art that made me marvel them as though they were classics of antiquity. I've engaged in silly debates, I've interacted with people I look up to so deeply, I've seen talents I didn't know exist. Most of all, I have found a community that understands me, from the autistic and disabled to the regularly deranged and beautifully obsessed <3

And all of this has inspired me to write my own content, to indulge my own mind in ways I have long tried to leave behind, and find my own stride among the crowd of similarly inspired people. To say the words of you people have changed me is to lie, because it doesn't even begin to describe it.

To anyone I haven't directly @'d, I apologise. I wish I could plug you all, but my memory is fragile, and I'm on the mobile app. But know, that whoever you are, friend or foe, you are ASTONISHING. And should I wake up and remember your names, I'd gladly add them with your permissions. There's not a single person I've seen that hasn't amazed me in brand new ways each time, and every time I compliment your works I mean it from the bottom of my soul.

And to anyone who reads this, whether they be an artist, writer, creator of any stripe, or simply a friendly face or a lurking presence in the shadows:

Thank You,

Thank You So Much,

Joffy

[yrbladie]

♡ ﾟ˖ ॱ ▎THE WAY THEY HOLD YOU IN THEIR HEART PT2ㅤ𝅄 🌿 ꒱

˖ ࣪ ayato, xiao, baizhu, wriothesley, al haitham

warnings ：maybe ooc in some parts (mostly al haitham), gn!reader, slight pining, reader is called endearments multiple times, tooth rotting fluff, implied marriage, established relationships, very slight angst in some parts, indirect mentions of death (xiao, baizhu), reader is called beautiful (wriothesley), non fluent writer

ㅤThere you were, standing in the sunlight in all of your glory and your beauty. And he wondered, was life always so bright and cheerful or was it just because now he had you?

ㅤAyato fell in love with you for the first time during spring. The flowers bloomed so beautifully as they flew onto your hair, and he wished for nothing more than to be the one to pluck each of the petals gently from you, with every petal a kiss.

ㅤThe second time he fell for you was during a warm rainy day in summer. As he watched you hiding from the rain in a store, your hair was already soaked. There, he spoke with you for the first time ever.

ㅤHis first words to you were, "You'll catch a cold like that, dear.", and the endearment slipped past his lips so easily like it was already your name.

ㅤHe even started to wonder if your name had always been written right besides his in the sky. Always destined to meet somehow someday. Like the gods had taken pity on him and sent you to ease his burdens.

ㅤThe third, and last, time he fell for you was the most impacting for him. It was on a lonely night during winter, when you still looked like spring itself while quietly sitting on a bench, warming a freezing dog with your jacket.

ㅤHe could see from where he was standing that you yourself were trembling. Still, you sat on the bench with snow covering your hair while hugging the dog to your chest, pouring all of your wishes for it to be well.

ㅤOn that starlit night, it was like something pushed him to approach you again. Offering his two hands to carry the poor dog to his house. It was everything he could do for now, but as you settled down on the floor of his house, a warm blanket enveloping you and the dog wagging his tail now by your side, he thought of how well you looked right there.

ㅤIt was like his home was always supposed to be your home, ever since the start.

ㅤNow, he could barely remember the days he hadn't met you yet, shouldering the rain and the thunder in his life by himself. Could barely remember the days where all he did was work so that his family could have a better future. He focused on paperwork so much he forgot to learn about anything else. Even the most basic things like love.

ㅤAyato had always thought to himself that love had to come with a price. That love had to hurt even if a little, that it would be troublesome and destructive. That it would eat away at his everything and destroy his being starting from his heart. That love would burn and make him bleed, leaving only the scars when it left.

ㅤSo at first he didn't want to fall for you, except spring came again and at every sunrise your name was still upon his lips.

ㅤAnd contrary to his first conception of what loving meant, your love was peacefully kind. Like the gentle warm winds of summer that brought the smell of the ocean with it. It was calming, and instead of burning him, it was more like water, nurturing his being and planting flowers in his soul by the day.

ㅤAnd Ayato could slowly feel it, the inevitable sense of belonging to each other.

ㅤYour love for each other was much like that. Sometimes loud with laughter and bright smiles, other times it was quiet with the held hands and shared glances.

ㅤHe always told you "I'll give you one last chance to run away from here before you get stuck with me forever, my love." and you knew that if you truly asked him that, if you really didn't want to stay by his side anymore, Ayato would always let you go, because he loved you that much, that your happiness and freedom mattered more than anything else in the world to him.

ㅤInstead you would tell him, "Then you should get used to me, because I'm not going anywhere, darling." and he would grin so widely like he knew you were going to say that.

ㅤBefore, he was drowning in the things he had to do. Always having to be one step ahead of everyone, always keeping to himself. And he's glad he was able to meet you before it was too late, because he realized you were everything he ever needed.

ㅤJust you being part of his small, little family.

ㅤEvery time your birthday came up, Ayato tried something new. Last year it was a bouquet of flowers he cultivated himself, instead, all the flowers he tried to plant wilted before they could even bloom. This year it was supposed to be a homemade dinner, but all he managed to do was get kicked out of the kitchen by Thoma without a single plate of edible food.

ㅤ"I'm so sorry, my beloved. You have such an incompetent husband." He laughed quietly while sighing to himself.

ㅤ"Oh, don't say that. You just don't have the aptitude for... certain things, is all." You held your tongue before you ended up saying that he didn't have the aptitude for most things, instead.

ㅤAyato caught on to what you meant but instead of replying he simply grinned at your attempt to comfort him somehow. Even though you knew he was perfectly okay.

ㅤ"Then why don't you teach me, my love? I'm sure I would learn lots with such an incredible teacher such as yourself." And you knew he was teasing you, perhaps it was just an excuse to spend more time by your side and less time doing his job.

ㅤBut you also could read the subtleties behind his light hearted words and joking tone.

ㅤHe missed you a lot.

ㅤBeing always busy with his work, he often expressed his sorrow at not being able to always be there for you when needed. The last drop to the storm was when you had gotten sick last time and it only got to his knowledge by a letter sent from Thoma that already had been taking care of you for the past week.

ㅤHe rushed home at that only to find out that you were already almost completely healed. And he wondered how could he have let you slip past his priorities so easily.

ㅤYou knew Ayato felt guilty, by the way he caressed your skin, a touch lighter than a feather while he thought you were already sleeping, and the longing kiss that he would leave at your nape before snuggling closer to your body, his arms enveloping you as if he wanted to shield you from the world.

ㅤYou never really blamed him for anything. You knew what you were compromising for when you accepted his marriage proposal with the happiest of hearts. The proposal that Ayato until this day joked you only accepted out of pity for his sopping wet cat look outside of your doorstep on a rainy night. So many things had went wrong that day that led up to it, but he still called it the most joyful day of his life.

ㅤAnd you would tell him that you accepted him wholeheartedly because you loved him. It didn't matter to you whether he was a pitiful cat in a storm or the Yashiro Commissioner. And you knew you would never regret your decision as you stared at him now trying to conceal the hopeful glee in his eyes. Those beautiful eyes that carried so much emotion sometimes were the exact reason you fell for him at first.

ㅤSo, you just gently tap him in the nose while smiling, "Really now? I'll teach you if you promise you'll be a good student."

ㅤ"Of course. Don't worry, I'll be the best." he replied back, taking the hand you used to touch his nose to kiss your open palm before pressing his cheek onto it. He did it so lovingly it made your heart leap out of your chest.

ㅤHis eyes were filled with tenderness and you knew you were the only thing in his mind now.

ㅤThe flowers faint fragrance lightly pick at your nose as you see Ayato gently closing his eyes to lean onto you, his blue hair softly swaying in the breeze prompting you to raise your other free hand to stroke it affectionately. As you felt him leaning more and more into your body, until you were both intertwined in a tender and gentle embrace, you couldn't help but love him even more.

ㅤHe was a little insufferable sometimes, yes, and sure, he didn't know how to cook or how to take care of flowers, but he was still your little mess of a husband at the end of the day. For as long as you could hold him in your embrace.

ㅤAnd for as long as your love for each other still persevered, and just like in your vows, until the moon fell, forever.

ㅤXiao was the type of lover that one had to take time to understand his hidden intentions with certain actions. He wasn't exactly open to every single experience nor did he feel comfortable at first with many things, so you took your time to unravel his feelings and to nurture his love for you.

ㅤIn the way you would always catch his eyes watching you from afar in a mountain while you went about your way with your shopping, and even when he said he wouldn't accompany you this time he was always there by your side to carry the groceries in an instant.

ㅤIn the gifts left by your bedside table, and the protective talismans you would find inside your bag. It was subtle, in the slow and hesitant way Xiao started to open up to you.

ㅤAnd you could know the extent of his love for you when after a long night, when you laid by yourself on the bed, before you could even fully close your eyes Xiao was already there.

ㅤ"Sleep. I'll watch over your safety", he would say. Even for a minute you wished for his tranquility, that he would lay beside you, but you also knew Xiao was not one you should hurry on these issues. He had been lonely for a long time and all you wanted was for him to take how much time he needed to accept reality.

ㅤYou were fluent in silence and in his quiet presence, after all.

ㅤStill, one night, you stayed up a little bit later, your eyes still closed and your breathing calm despite being awake. You could feel and hear as the adeptus approached your supposedly slumbering figure to tenderly touch your cheek, his touch timid and unsure, like he was scared that even something like that could hurt you.

ㅤ"I'm sorry.", you thought you heard him say at that moment although his whisper was almost inaudible. Your heart hurt and instead of waiting, you hugged him on that night, no words being exchanged between you.

ㅤAll you heard was his mumbled gasp before he finally relaxed on your touch, awkwardly patting your back while leaning his head slightly on your neck, his hair tickling your cheek.

ㅤYou don't exactly know what he was apologizing for, but you decided not to press further and just let him embrace you. Although you had a faint idea of what was on his mind.

ㅤXiao was someone prone to blame himself for things that were outside of his responsibility. He blamed himself when you tripped on the street and he wasn't quick enough to catch you before your knee hit the ground. He blamed himself for falling in love with you and for allowing you to fall in love with him. In his mind, he probably still thought that everything around him was destined to perish one day, and that he was cursed to forever wander alone, his immortality like a tight chain holding him against himself.

ㅤSo on that night, you didn't let him go as usual, and he also didn't try to leave either. That was how he thanked you for your love that night, with his touch that, although ticklish and clumsy, made you feel so loved by this adeptus that had such a big heart but that was often misunderstood.

ㅤFor you, he wasn't the scary guardian of the mountains, nor the Conqueror of Demons, or the noble adeptus. He was simply Xiao, with his wounded heart and fallen shoulders bearing the responsibility of eons of loneliness and pain.

ㅤThe one that would shyly accept your hand as you guided him through streets filled with lanterns and the smell of food. The one who would go above and beyond if only to ensure your safety and happiness.

ㅤHis every little smile was stored in your heart and mind as your fondest memories, and his love for you was as gentle as a feather's touch.

ㅤXiao remembers the first time he met you, it was during the Lantern Festival, and while everyone was enjoying themselves you were by yourself, folding paper with a lonely plate of food by your side. He watched for a while, curiously. Although alone, you didn't seem sad. In fact, you were smiling and happily humming to yourself.

ㅤHe didn't know why, but he felt entranced and approached you slowly, not making contact with you since he didn't want to scare that peaceful moment away. Yet, you turned to him and your smile somehow got even brighter, as if you had been waiting for him for a long time.

ㅤAfter that, you never once left his life.

ㅤFor him, you were his weakness, but also all the source of his strength. You were a mere mortal, your fragile body could barely stand the force of wind itself. And that was one of the reasons that for a long while made him want to keep his distance, but with every smile, every laugh, wave from afar, and plates of Almond Tofu left on the railing from you, just made him want to get closer.

ㅤAnd you fit him so perfectly. In the way you weren't scared of his demons and instead trusted him with all your heart, never failing to still surprise him. In the way you never stood for defeat, always kept trying and also gave him many chances.

ㅤXiao learnt to enjoy life a bit more, to smile a tad bit more often beside you, and he was still amazed at how much he could still learn new things every day with how long he already has lived.

ㅤYou smiled each time he got angry while fretting over your safety, he hated it but he could never take it too seriously for so long. All he could do was protect you as long as he lived, while not wanting to know about how fleeting your life would be.

ㅤXiao knew your time together would flow past him in a second, but allow him to be selfish, even if for just a while, and keep you by his side for a while longer. Just a minute more, just one more eternity.

ㅤIf he could choose, he would choose you in all lives, in all the universes you always spoke about that you believed existed. If they really do, allow him to follow you into all of them. Even if it takes everything out of him.

ㅤHe just doesn't want to lose you too. So, just love him until the stars call your name back to them, and even then, don't forget him. Call his name again, once more.

ㅤAnd he promises you, he'll find you, no matter where you are.

ㅤAt first, Baizhu thought that he definitely shouldn't fall for you, no matter what. There was many more things far more important than a simple chemical reaction of the brain. It would eventually go away if he just focused on something else.

ㅤInstead, the feeling only grew, like roses wrapping itself around his heart, it's thorns picking at his body each time he saw you, standing by yourself from afar.

ㅤIt was to the point even Changsheng started to complain, the doctor's brain seeming to fog up at every moment, his every thought showed him you. Every word that came out of his mouth when alone were words about you.

ㅤEvery time you two interacted was like a new rose bloomed in his chest, a newfound hope of a better tomorrow. With each of your smiles he felt like he could live for a minute more. Your presence was healing and like a breath of fresh air in his tight schedule.

ㅤEvery encounter became longer and longer, until you decided to stay and never really left. Until his things became yours, and now there was a space for your clothes in his closet. Until he could kiss at your hair anytime he wished to and none of you flinched at the contact anymore, for it was never accidental now.

ㅤBaizhu found himself starting to look at another path to follow besides the one that laid before him all his life. Baizhu biggest desire was to search immortality, but now, he sometimes had the foolish thought of what would immortality mean if he lost you in the end?

ㅤIt was a short path, but it had you. Holding his hand for as long he had left. And he wondered, was it worth it? But how could he hope to be this selfish?

ㅤSo he found himself at an impasse, stuck at a crossroads, where none of the paths ended in happiness.

ㅤChoosing immortality, he eventually would see you pass before him, your life going away at a minute's time for him. While choosing you, he would forfeit all chances to save so many more people. And also possibly cursing you to be without him in the end.

ㅤIt was an impossible choice that hung heavily over his heart. But all you did was smile while remaking the braid in his hair, your fingers still as gentle as ever even with the pass of years.

ㅤAnd you would tell him, your voice only but a whisper, "Dear, no matter what, I'll love you to the end."

ㅤAnd he believed you. For you was one of the last things he had that he truly loved in this life.

ㅤTime was oh so cruel, withering away things before they could even breathe properly. Taking things without permission and always leaving with no apologies.

ㅤBut time was also the one who brought you to him, and also the one that seemed to stop, even if for a little while every time he saw you smile.

ㅤAnd Baizhu realized, it didn't matter if it was only in an ephemeral life, or the flow of a thousand lifetimes. He would still love you in the end. To the end, and even after that.

ㅤThe doctor would eventually have to choose between you and the undeniable fate. But for now, allow him to be oblivious. To dream of something he never dared to, a tomorrow that had you in this little life together. Of a family.

ㅤAllow him to hold you closer, until you're engraved in his entire being. So that no matter what happens in this future, he'll always know how your love tasted. And how it was to love your thoughts, and the way you softly spoke his name, to ache for your presence and wish to be by your side.

ㅤSo that he never forget how your hands felt while caressing his face and his back when he got tired and sick. How it felt to finally be taken care of, after years of lonesomeness. That he never forgets how you looked like when you smiled whenever he woke you up with breakfast in bed, or how your hair smelled after the shower.

ㅤBaizhu knew either way his time was running out, and that even forever doesn't last long. But he figured it would be fine, because getting to meet and love you was worth it all. So allow him to offer you his last breath of life before the end.

ㅤThus was eternity, an everlasting feeling.

ㅤWriothesley had met you so long ago, even before he knew what the Fortress of Meropide was. Before, when his life was more full of life and starry skies. And he still remembers how you looked, your smile with a few teeth missing, and the way your knees were always bruised.

ㅤAnd he also remembers when everything fell apart. The day you slowly changed, when you felt like growing up faster, and time took away your innocence far too quickly.

ㅤWhen your smile disappeared and all there was left were apologetic looks from afar and your presence vanishing from his life.

ㅤIt started there, and thus his life was over in a blink. And he was stuck in the Fortress, no more than a teenager.

ㅤWriothesley also grew up after that, your face slightly fading out between memories and responsibilities.

ㅤUntil, he was met with sunshine one day again. When his body was weary and fallen. The first time the Duke ever fell sick, it was then he saw you again. A dreamlike presence between his fever thoughts.

ㅤYou looked older now, but you were still as beautiful as the day he saw you last.

ㅤThe last thing he heard before passing out was your voice, telling him to sleep a bit. And he thought, "What an idyllic dream."

ㅤBut you were still there when he awoke again and it took his breath away in an instant, still thinking that maybe now he was hallucinating. And it took you the longest time to explain that you were working in the Fortress now.

ㅤSometimes, Wriothesley would still suddenly ask you, "Why here?" and to that you would say, "Just because.", but you knew and he also knew that deep down, it was for him.

ㅤHe couldn't help the way his heart still fluttered like that of a teen experiencing his first love, just at the thought of you. He couldn't help but think the Fortress looked a tiny bit more bright with your presence there. That his life was replenished with so much tranquility.

ㅤAnd he would forever cherish every word you said to him.

ㅤHe was so stupidly in love with you, he knew. And probably had been for the longest time now.

ㅤAnd it didn't take long for the love between you both to flourish, and everyone would be a fool to say now that in the murky and damp Fortress of Meropide no flowers could bloom.

ㅤHis infatuation for you was like the gentlestest of lullabies, and the way he cherished you filled your heart to the brim until it overflowed. And no matter how much it spilled, you never minded it too much.

ㅤYou both had lost so much to the ebb and flow of time, and had sacrificed so much to arrive where you are now. So, for today, and the days that'll still come, you allow each other to this serendipity.

ㅤDancing under the faint lights and the seawater smell, while staring into a vast ocean through the giant window. To Wriothesley it was like watching an endless sunset by your side, even though there was no sun to be seen. None of you was especially skilled in dancing, your arms intertwined in all the wrong ways and your legs kept getting tangled up. But still, you remained joined in this messy dance.

ㅤWriothesley felt at peace whilst listening to the calm beating of your heart, and you eased up while hearing his relaxed breathing.

ㅤThe sound of your loud giggles filled the hall with happiness, and the faint music coming from the speakers was all that could be heard for now. And all the guards knew to keep to themselves and not approach that place, not to break the dome that seemed to envelop you both, like your love for each other was an entirely different reality.

ㅤStill, they smiled between themselves. Their boss, the ever so collected Duke, finally the happiest he could be. And they had no one to thank but you for it.

ㅤAnd if Wriothesley knew what they all thought and whispered among themselves, he would agree. For you had brought back his soul from the pit not even he knew it had fallen to. He entrusted his heart wholeheartedly to you, and he would do it a thousand times again.

ㅤSo break his heart a million times, and he would still look at you with a smile on his face and tell you, "Thank you, sunshine."

ㅤAnd if you choose to love him back with all you have, oh be prepared, for he will definitely, without a doubt, never let go of your hand again.

ㅤAnd to you, he wishes to be forever bound. For forever is contained in even a minute and your souls were akin.

ㅤLove was something that made people irrational and out of their minds. That's what Al Haitham thought. So why, why was he constantly thinking about you and felt like he was finally out of the darkness, like a blind man trying to follow the sound of a beating heart. And your heart out of all.

ㅤAl Haitham hated fate more than anything, for if it existed, it meant the choices humans made were all already prescribed somewhere like a finished book with no room for change. Although he didn't really mind living a life like that, he also couldn't help but sometimes feel a bit rebellious.

ㅤBecause there was simply no way to explain the way you were always within the vicinity, no matter where he went to escape from this wretched play and relax, besides fate itself acting. You, and your dense smiles and thoughtless words.

ㅤHe held no hostility towards you, he told Kaveh one day, to which the blonde man could only but sigh in despair and exasperation.

ㅤ“Yes, yes, sure. Whatever you say! Not like you're just feeling this way because you can't understand them like you wished.”

ㅤThat made Al Haitham stop and think for a while. Was that really the real reason that seeing you and talking to you ignited such a flame in his heart? That he simply wished to understand why you had such innocent ways to see the world?

ㅤThe Scribe was known to be a blunt man, someone no one ever wished to cross paths on a normal happy day. But why, he just couldn't seem to want to break your worldview, and he could never say any harsh words to you. The shine in your eyes always stopped him before he could even open his mouth.

ㅤAnd before he even realized, he would get himself staring at you one too many times in silence, while you waited for his opinion on some book you had read. He would do things he never would before merely because you mentioned you liked them.

ㅤ“I like this brand of tea from Fontaine very much! It is very sweet.” Al Haitham remembered what you said one day while sitting by his side in the library, while he was pretending to read again.

ㅤ“It's bitter…” What was even wrong with your taste buds after all?

ㅤHe now could only stare at the romance books piling up on his desk, and the way you seemed to be scribbled on all of the sentences there. Your heart was ascribed to him in all his favorite pages and you were written with all his favorite words.

ㅤWhat was special about you and what made you different from others? He wasn't so sure, but at the same time he dared to say he didn't care.

ㅤHe even sometimes would write his name along yours before catching himself and wondering if he was going insane. And now, he could just smile helplessly.

ㅤIt was a wonder to everyone how sudden Al Haitham seemed to change, not knowing how much he had mulled over it before. The fact he loved you was something he eventually had to come to terms with, and once done, it was quite easy to go on.

ㅤIf someone told him before that one day he would fall this hard for someone, to the point that their presence would be like an apricity in his life and the panacea to all his woes, he would've scoffed at them.

ㅤHow foolish. He thought, but he still allowed you to intertwine your arm with his while strolling around the city. He still stroked your face with gentleness whenever he was close to you, still twirled your hair in his fingers when he got bored from his paperwork, while you sat by his side, involved in your own work.

ㅤEven so, Al Haitham didn't mind it at all. In fact, if fate gave him a chance to go back, he would do everything the same way again for it led to you. He didn't mind the looks people gave him after seeing his love for you, for even before he was already a lunatic. So may he be even more of a lunatic for you.

ㅤIndeed, fate didn't seem all that bad after a while. If it allowed you both to stay together for as long as he could, then Al Haitham, and you, didn't mind being entangled on such unexplainable and pointless things.

small extra:

“You're so troublesome, you know?”

He had once again been dragged into one of your shenanigans around the Akademiya, and obviously you had gotten caught. If it wasn't for his position as the Scribe, he could only fathom what would have happened instead.

It definitely wouldn't include you cheerfully walking besides him like this was the happiest day of your life.

“But you still gave me a very long speech about why you love me anyway on that day during my break from studies, remember?” No matter what, your words never failed to make him shut his mouth immediately.

If there was anyone in the world that could win an argument against the Scribe, that would be you.

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˖ ࣪ Guys, thank you so so much for the 100 followers and the 1k notes on "when they lose you" post hehe, I never imagined myself getting this far into writing as I have always been quite insecure with the way I write the things that come into my mind but still, THANK YOU!!

also, thank you for reading this too 💗

[becauseheartsgetbroken-hs]

bestie i'm new to the world of fics and it would be great if you could recommend me some good iconic stories to read 🥰pleasee ❤️

OHHH WELCOME BABY! 💞💞

Hope you'll find the great comfort they offer to all of us too!

I'm thrilled to do this so I'm gonna start immedietaly! Don't know what's your taste is so I'm gonna recommend many different stories I have loved! 😊

A Toast To The Future by @narryffdreaming is one of my favorite stories ever and I truly believe it's one of the most beautifully written stories I've ever read. 🙏 The way Dani approaches the past experiences of the characters and their emotions is impressive. I am always fascinated by stories that are authentic and the way that story is written makes you feel seen even if your experiences are not exactly the same as the characters. 💞 (can't wait to read the next part)

Maisy and Harry are just friends (except they aren't) by @narryffdreaming again because I just love her work! Friends to lovers trope (i loooove this trope sm) and it has everything: angst, fluff, romance, softness, smut, everything! Everything just flows so nicely!

When Y/N dates someone, they find their soulmate…it’s never her by @jawllines is super cute and lovely and made me giggle and blushing! It's such an unique concept and I just loved it!

Harry and Y/N are in the same ballet class, and they hate each other by @jawllines again and what can I say? Pure enemies to lovers story that has you in a chokehold. Everything about it is perfect! 😍

Daddy Issues by the amazing @fkinavocado is jaw dropping, I mean it! It's one of the first long stories I read in here so it's special to me. 🙏 Dreea delivered the great combination of spicy and softness with this story.

Sex Tutor by @gurugirl ! I really liked the way she wrote about this topic and it felt like she did it with so much respect (as she always does) and I just really had a great time reading it.

404 by my pookie @freedomfireflies 💗is one of my favorite stories ever and I feel like I have to tattoo this to my skin at this point. 😂 It's enemies to lovers and you can feel the tension from a mile. Also 404rry is the most annoyingly adorable characher ever and I just adore him. 🤗💗

Teach Me by miss @freedomfireflies again and let's just say that this series is on FIRE. A friends to lovers story that makes you feel things. One thing I love about this story is that the two characters share a deep love and respect for each other and I feel like it's such an important point.

Grumpy H and

You're my Last Shot by @cupid-styles are so cute and I had a great reading them! The flow is amazing in both of them and they are so well written.

Old Grudges ,

Just How Fast the Night Changes ,

The Sun Will Rise and

Valerie by @watchmegetobsessed are litterally amazing! Loved these stories so much! I come back to them from now and then and I have the same feeling every time I read them. 🥰

Harry’s a dick, and Y/N hates him for it. by @harrys-titties is so HSHJSHSSJ I just loved it! So beautifully written and it has everything: tension, angst, smut, romance!

Hawthorn by @adorebeaa is so beautiful! I enjoyed it so much! It is not finished yet but it is worth it! Again it's an enemies to lovers story and it really plays like a movie in your head! 💕

I got carried away a little bit hehe and I'm sure that if I continue I won't be able to stop lol. I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did! 💕

P.S Τhere are many other great authors that I didn't include in this post because I might just forgot them at the moment (sometimes when you need to remember something specific you just can't, your mind is just stuck ugh) or because I might not have come across their work yet so I don't want anyone to feel bad. Your work is always appreciated. 💗

Byeee xoxo

[hockeytwittereats]

folklore to TTPD is the entire breakdown of a LTR

Home for the night and I have to share my realization that I had while running errands today. Poor @wavesoutbeingtossed got this dumped to her earlier.

folklore is about loss of youth, but also this great betrayal. It's the way that betrayal is shown in the teenaged love triangle, but also the key line in cardigan (imo) which is "I knew you'd come back to me". It is also, in my mind, the key to understanding hoax.

I might edit this tomorrow, but it is New Year's Eve and like two people follow me: I think the betrayal in hoax is JA questioning if they are going to go the distance and starting to back out of the Plans they had previously discussed. Okay.

The last two songs written for the album (on the same day) were: the 1 and hoax. Intriguing because the 1 is almost like "what would it be like if I was single" and hoax has "don't want no other blue but you/no sadness in the world would do". The 1 is contemplating things falling apart and hoax is deciding that this type of grief is the love she wants (the lakes is a lot like hoax with the grief).

hoax and the 1 segue beautifully into evermore which is really the negotiation of a relationship and all it has been through (see little evermore to understand why this relationship is worth fighting for). We see a broken engagement, we see another contemplation of how life can move on after losing what you think is forever. We see a breakdown of a fractured relationship. But it ends on hope imo (little evermore) and unlike with the lakes, it's time to go is sort of hopeful. Leaving doesn't have to destroy you. It can lead you to new, good things. But leaving is hard.

Pause for Renegade which gives us some insight into what was going on at the time. There's a desperation that this can still work. Yes, it is bad, but she can help. She's been there. JA helped her.

Midnights is the desperate negotiation of saving a relationship. I *think* the 3 am songs are a negotiation of outside things that can change you forever. WCS is the first act of love that damaged her in ways she didn't know at the time. BTTWS is unimaginable grief. TGW is something she thought was moved past, but still sits over her. Dear Reader is how abandoned and aimless she feels, how unseen she feels. High Infidelity is about a relationship that whenever it crops up seems to be unbelievably dark. Glitch is how none of this was supposed to happen except she's the Mastermind. What if she wasn't the Mastermind? Paris is a love song of an almost fantasy when you hear I Hate It Hear a couple years later.

Midnights as a whole is a desperate negotiation that moves off of what she already was looking at on evermore (sometimes with JA) and throws it into the spotlight: what could she change to change the course of it all. The 3 am is just showing that sometimes this stuff happened and it changed you. No negotiation can change that. The conclusion of Mastermind is "well, if I do everything/am everything this can last", but Dear Reader is begging to be seen, begging to be heard. The Reader is ostensibly the audience, but the reality is it is an audience of one. Because of the one that you love most doesn't See you anymore, what does that mean for you (both singular you and the you as a couple)?

Pause for YLM which si a scream to be seen, but she knows he doesn't see her anymore. Doesn't notice how sick she is. Doesn't feel how heavy everything is.

And TTPD is what happens when you cannot negotiation your relationship back to better waters. What happens when the ship sinks and you're left to pick up the pieces of something you never wanted to break. It is why loss of youth comes up, why this unimaginable grief comes up. We go back to what led to little evermore and the lakes and we learn that we can emerge alive (but scathed) from our worst, most dark experiences.

TTPD is the depths of grief over the loss of everything that comes with the end of a long-term relationship. But there is the gentleness of happiness found throughout. There is no out and out reading for filth of JA like there is for MH. Sure, he colours in every song, but so many of them have strokes of empathy throughout. Peter is a callback to Dancing With Our Hands Tied and what happens when it overwhelms someone. How was JA to know at 25 all that would happen?

And the glimmers of hope are stronger on TTPD than they are on any album from 2020 onwards. The Alchemy is what happens when you realize there is the chance of happiness after you. So High School is about reclaiming those feelings of youth and joy that crept out of everything for a while. TTPD and the Anthology is really a cumulation of Taylor seemingly noticing a crack and trying to fix it and once she realized it couldn't be fixed, trying to find what path she contemplated that would help her. I think she took a new path entirely, but one coloured by all the things she considered over the years.

[rengokusflame]

The Sound of Leaves

Kazuha x reader

Summary: After you share your love for stepping on crunchy leaves, Kazuha creates a beautiful path of leaves for you to enjoy, capturing the essence of his poetic and caring nature.

The wind carried a soft melody through the trees, their golden leaves drifting to the ground like gentle whispers. You walked beside Kaedehara Kazuha, his steps light and deliberate, as though he were dancing with the breeze itself.

“It’s silly, but I love stepping on crunchy leaves,” you confessed suddenly, your cheeks warming. “There’s something about that sound—it’s so simple, but it makes me happy.”

Kazuha tilted his head, his crimson eyes sparkling with interest. “Not silly at all,” he said, his voice soft yet tinged with admiration. “The joy of small things is a gift many overlook. The crunch of leaves underfoot... it’s like nature’s own haiku.”

You chuckled. “You could probably turn anything into poetry.”

Kazuha smiled, his gaze drifting to the scattered leaves ahead. “Perhaps. But your happiness is the most poetic thing of all.”

Before you could respond, he paused mid-step, his expression shifting into one of quiet determination. “Wait here,” he said gently, his tone as soothing as the breeze.

“Kazuha?” you called after him, but he was already walking away, his white coat disappearing among the trees.

The moments without him felt strangely still, the absence of his presence as noticeable as the silence in the wind. Then, faint rustling reached your ears, followed by the occasional soft hum of a tune carried on the breeze.

When he reappeared, his arms were full of vibrant autumn leaves, the colors vivid against the muted tones of his clothing. He set to work, his movements as graceful as his swordsmanship, scattering the leaves with a precision that seemed almost artistic.

Finally, he stepped back, his face glowing with quiet pride. “Your path awaits,” he said, gesturing to the trail he’d crafted.

The sight took your breath away. The ground before you was a masterpiece of autumn, each leaf carefully placed to form a perfect carpet of crunchiness.

“Kazuha, this is—”

He held up a hand, stopping you. “No need for thanks. Step forward, and let the sound bring you joy.”

With a smile, you took the first step. The satisfying crunch of the leaves beneath your feet filled the air, and your grin grew wider with every step. Kazuha walked beside you, his expression serene as he watched you revel in the simple pleasure.

As you reached the end of the trail, you turned to him, your heart full. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble for me.”

He shook his head, his eyes warm and full of affection. “To see you smile is no trouble at all. The world is made more beautiful by your joy, just as the leaves are made more vibrant by the touch of autumn.”

A gust of wind sent a flurry of leaves swirling around you, and for a moment, it felt as though the world itself was sharing in your happiness.

You reached out, taking his hand. “Thank you, Kazuha. You make every moment feel like a poem.”

He smiled, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “And you, my dearest leaf-cruncher, make life feel like a song.”

....

This was generated by chatgpt

Yes I did use AI to write these one shots. I didn't do it for the likes or to get hate from anyone. I personally read one shots when I feel overwhelmed or empty. They elicit feelings of joy or comfort. I couldn't find one shots that captured my feelings so I asked chatgpt to write me one for comfort. It was so beautifully written and made me feel understood so I wanted to share it on here with others who might need it too. I'm sorry if I offended anyone but I don't deserve the hate, no one deserves hate unless they do something inhumane. Please think before you comment and try to hurt someone's feelings

[violetasteracademic]

If you could make ONE (only one) book boyfriend real, have him as your life partner and live happily ever after with him, who would it be?

I looooove that this question is going around! Let me tell you, I have a clear and unwavering answer to this and it has remained unchanged since the moment I first laid eyes on the ink pressed into the paper describing this man.

Maxantarius Farlione.

I have to admit, I'm not sure why Daughter of No Worlds is not more popular. I mostly see Serpent and the Wings of Night being the most commonly discussed Carissa Broadbent book when it comes to the online space. But The War of Lost Hearts trilogy is one of the most sweeping, breath-taking, and beautifully written fantasy romances I have ever read.

Let me introduce you to Max:

Officially licensed art by: alicia.mb.art

I understand Max so deeply. He is no doubt a Virgo who just wants to live in peace in an isolated cottage and be left alone with his garden. But he also has a heart so full of love and loyalty, and is one of the most trustworthy, passionate (even if in his own cynical and reserved way) reliable, and green flag filled MMC's I have ever read.

This book completely altered my brain chemistry and made me love tropes I was usually neutral to or annoyed by because they were so well done: Grumpy x Sunshine, reluctant hero, ect. This man may want to live in peace and tend to his garden, but at the tiniest spark of meaningful hope and belief that things that change, he will throw down harder than anyone, even if he is a little cranky about it along the way. I genuinely would want to live my life alongside this man, and I can see us starting a non profit together providing artists and writers grants to fellow women and children like me who struggle with debilitated chronic illness and struggle to keep afloat in this capitalist hellhole in which we reside here in the US.

I feel like I'm just pitching this book now, but one of the things I love about Max and Tisaanah's relationship is the deep respect they have for each other. They believe in their cause and their fight because they believe in each other. They believe in a future of peace and safety and prosperity because they want the other to have it. They are both such incredible people in the eyes of the other, and it makes them believe in the greater good. Maybe that's cheesy to some, but I thought it was so beautiful.

Somehow Carissa Broadbent is able to weave the fight for bettering the world alongside all of these small tender moments that make it all worth it. It simply wouldn't work as well if they didn't look at each other like they paint the sky.

Anywho, here are some of my favorite Max moments:

"I figured you should have something both beautiful and functional, like you."

He said it so quickly that it almost didn't register. I whipped my head around to look at him. "Max," I breathed, touching my heart with exaggerated awe, "you think I'm functional?"

A dancing smile glinted in his eyes. "I think," he said, "that you are breathtakingly functional.

Our life settled into a pulse, a heartbeat, a collection of breaths. In the silence between them, I memorized the cadence of Max's barefoot steps padding down the hallways at night, the way one single muscle in his throat twitched when he was stressed, the whisper of a laugh that always followed one of my quips (however unfunny). I learned that one side of his smile aways started first - the left side, a fraction of a second before the right - and that he loved ginger tea above all else and the list of things he wasn't made for.

And, in turn, he quietly memorized me, too. I knew he did, because one day I realized he had long ago stopped asking me how I took my tea and we mysteriously always had a never-ending stock of raspberries, even though I knew he didn't like them.

The way I look at it", he said, very solemnly, so quietly that his words slipped into the air like steam, "you didn't forget what you were. I think you remembered. And I hope no one ever again has the fucking audacity to tell you otherwise.

I had forgotten that people could be that way. I had forgotten that someone, somewhere, was painting terrible pictures of their wife in a garden. I was so far gone that I didn't even remember that that kind of mundane contentment actually existed, least of all in the same moments as such terrible things. [...] I thought, 'Well. I can make a garden.'

He stepped outside, shivered, looked up at the sky, and declared, "I'm not made for this," before wandering back into the house.

I quickly learned that Max was apparently only "made for" an exceptionally narrow set of environments, temperatures, activities, and interactions.

I couldn't honestly go on forever. I could write every single thing Max has ever said in this Tumblr post. I love him, your Honor. And now my heart is aching and soaring, and it's time for me to do a reread.

[crsssie]

from one admirer to another : poached

pairing: leon kennedy x reader || masterpost: from one admirer to another

synopsis: from one admirer to another, an online penpal service, allows for two people with common interests to write to each other without ever revealing their actual address! Luckily for both you and Leon, you get matched up! What do eggs and Christmas even have in common anyway? sure hope it's that modeling business and NOT that Ada Wong addiction.

Dearest beloved,

sol de mi vida, corazón de mi alma, Je t'aime.

I don't think it takes a genius to know when a fool is in love, so it comes as no surprise that I'm in love with you. We've been on a handful of dates since we first met, and I think I've only grown fonder of you. There is just something so beautiful about you. You claim that you're plain compared to your friends, but I think they'd agree with me if I told them that you really aren't. You're lovely, and dare I say it, you're much more vibrant than the rest of them.

What use are stars if the sun shines the brightest?

Thank you for your sweet surprise when it was announced that I would be taking the position of supermodel as well. You really didn't need to gather my friends to celebrate, but I'm thankful you did it nonetheless. I understand how you might be annoyed that you'd have to move from Raccoon with me if you do, but I like to think that you're excited for a new adventure. I know you were excited to finally void that modeling contract with our agency. I look forward to what wonders you bring now that you are free from the contract.

I think I've changed a lot since I first met you. Of course, I've aged, but alongside that, I find that rather than Ada's biggest fan, I've become your biggest fan. I love seeing photos you take of me while out on a date, and I love reading bits and pieces of your writing, your letters a common pastime of mine now. You write beautifully, you know that? Though, despite your wonderful words, you yourself are still much more lovely. I fear there will never be another that is as wonderful as you are.

I've grown better with my own words too. I find that it's much easier to write like this to you now. I love you a lot. Do you know that? I love you just as naturally as I breathe, and I love you just as happily as anyone could. You are worth so much, and you are so wonderful, you know? I love you so much. I think I never could quite be as in love like this ever again.

I must have been the luckiest guy in the world when two and two clicked and it was revealed that you were the one I was pining after the whole time. I'm sure it was visible on my face when you had written that letter. My manager scrapped the no-dating clause almost immediately when I brought it up. "It's good for your image to be in love" or something. Do you agree? I do. I think it suits me to be in love with you. There is no other situation I would rather be in, and there is no other kind of love I could ever experience like this now that it has come to this.

So, in the same fashion that we started, I love you. Will you do the honors and go out with me? It would make me most happy.

eternally your admirer, Leon S Kennedy

Leon's nervous to mail the letter out.

The boxes in his place have grown over the weeks, and plenty of carefully packaged items. Sunshine's too large for a cage now, so he's stuck in the front seat of a minivan that you help him load up, ruffling his fur as you tell him to stay put for Leon.

He's sure if he really wanted to, his agent could have found a way to move him the same way they moved Ada, but he doesn't want to leave anything behind. He's over the vast majority of his past, and Raccoon City had been a nice period of his life.

In your words, he's ready to move on to bigger things.

"Are these the last ones?"

"You know, you could move with me." Leon offers, tilting his head as you reach up to pinch his cheek. "My bed is big enough for us both."

"Flattered, Leon, but not yet." You hum. "I'll see you in a bit. I promise."

He huffs, pouting as you give his hands a good squeeze.

"Promise to write to me?"

"I have your address. Of course I will." You hum. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too." He leans down with a pout, and you thread your fingers through his hair, ruffling it. "Love you."

You send him off with a pretty smile and a wave in his rearview mirror.

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[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Our Youth, See Your Love, and Caged Again - final thoughts

What a week of endings in BL! Three shows, three countries, and three really satisfying conclusions. Each show includes such great examples of what each country does best, while also having their own unique voices. Each show is so distinct while sharing themes of love, hope, and connection. This is so much of what I love about this genre.

Our Youth/Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu

I wouldn't say that Japan is my favorite country for BLs, but there is something special about many of their shows that makes me feel seen. They do introverted, deeply feeling characters in such a sweet and melancholy way. You can feel the repression, the exhaustion, the longing. It's something that transcends language and culture for those of us who live profoundly internal lives. We may seem quiet on the outside, but inside there is so much - and there are so few who ever get to see it. This series connected two people who found they could let themselves be seen by one another in this deep and precious way, and it was achingly beautiful.

There was also something about this series that felt like a love letter to those who are still closeted within Japanese society. The casual heteronormativity of people and the huge blind spots to the connection between our main characters because it didn't suit people's narrative assumptions, both in regards to "good" behavior, and sexuality. And the ending, where Minase is not ready yet, and that's valid in such an imperfect world, but he gets to be loved anyway.

Beautifully made, beautifully acted (the eyes), and such quiet yet poignant heart.

See Your Love

Ok, if I did have to pick a favorite country, it might be Taiwan. Not every show is a hit with me, but every show that does hit, really hits. Especially when written by Lin Pei Yu, what an incredible gift this woman is to the world.

I loved the handling of Shao Peng's disability and how much agency he had throughout the story, I loved how Zi Xiang's trauma wasn't "fixed" by love but gave him a safe space to work it out, I loved Shao Peng's parents and their example of unconditional love while also acknowledging that good parents also make mistakes. Shao Peng and Zi Xiang were both just so delighted to be in love with one another, and so unflinching in their faith in each other. They saw each other's flaws and imperfections and challenges and it just made them love one another harder. And yes, that size difference was hella hot.

And while we had a fantastic main course, we also had such a tasty side dish, and I wish for all of us disasters to find a passionate and supportive, gently and slightly sadistic, hot, capable, and confident someone to get us through the tough times.

This show was so much fun. Taiwan, you did it again, my love.

Caged Again

I know everyone has pretty much said the same thing, but omg. Where did this come from? How did this happen? How was it so damn good?

None of us anticipated how deeply we'd fall in love with our panther/penguin love story, but fall in love we did.

I honestly cannot remember the last time casting felt so perfect to me as Ben and Jay. They obviously have incredible talent, but it's also clear that a lot of work was done with them to prepare for the roles, and whoever was responsible did a brilliant job.

I also want to point out that it looks like this is director Potae's first time directing a series (and maybe first time directing at all?), and she did an incredible job. Could things have been a little bit more polished? Sure, but that's an easier skill to learn than infusing a series with heart, and she has that part absolutely nailed. And that's what captures me into a series, that's how I get hooked. Also her sense of humor speaks to me. ("Why is it these fuckboys never get cursed?" Tell me about it!).

But what I most loved was how relatable the story was, how it is really fucking hard to be a human being, how we get so caged in by all of the restrictions placed on us no matter where we go, and it's such a struggle to find a place where you can be your authentic self, and carve out a little safe space of home and love and acceptance.

And we got to see these adorable little creatures find their way and find their space and their love, and that is a gift of hope to us, that there can be ways to slip those bars and do things in your own wild and strange way.

[daemon-in-my-head]

Oh by gosh thank you for your opinion about Katheric I feel like I'm alone in opinion about him. He's no sad grandpa who lost his family, he's selfish, homophobic, old man who made sure that everyone in kingdom should suffer with him. Like I'm kinda feel bad for him but Gortash and Orin also didn't have easy life. I can even say they had worse

I agree with you for the most part, but despite, or rather because of that, I also gotta confess that personally, I very much adore Ketheric for it. Like yes he's such an awful little creature, but to me he's a beautifully written character and appealing antagonist (also hot af but that's subjective).

This is a villain fucker blog and his atrocities do be making him more appealing.

So ye, I agree; he is undeniably a horrible person, but it makes sense for the setting and for what he went thru. Loosing your family like that in the realms is as normal as it is sad, but so is gods granting favors to their most devoted followers. Which Ketheric used to be.

He spent his entire life doing everything and sacrificing for Selune, but when he needed her, she ignored him. Not only did she do nothing when his wife passed away, even when his daughter, who was dating Selunes own child and blessed by Selune, died, the goddess did nothing. And neither did her offspring, who would've very well had means to intervene considering all we've seen Dame Aylin accomplish and the fact that she's a lesser deity herself. When Ketheric truly needed his goddess to hear his prayer, she ignored him. He devoted his life to her, but she graced him with nothing. Aylins presence would've become a distasteful mockery of his goddess being able to hear him but purposefully choosing to ignore him.

So he turned to Shar, who promised him what Selune could not as well as revenge on her, but Shar eventually ignored him as well.

And yeah, he objectively had a better life than the other Chosen or Tadfools. But here's the thing that I think many people forget; the others were all heard by their gods. They recieved the favour Ketheric was always denied. Gortash had Banes backing, the Bhaalspawn had Bhaal looking out for them in some weird way, Gale didn't simply attract Mystras attention but even her love. Shar and Selune who both ignored him had a bitch fight over Shadowheart. But Ketheric has always been ignored, despite serving his gods better than some of them ever could.

He prayed to every God but no one besides Myrkul answered him. In a world where the gods listen and heed prayers, in a world where the dead don't have to stay dead, where loss can be but a tempoary inconvenience, his pain, his grief and his misery were rejected endlessly.

So yeah he's a bitch. He's awful, spiteful, absolutely unreasonable and lacks the ability to let go. He did do all that shit, he was in pain and made everyone live in hell with him. But he had his reasons. And they're understandable reasons. Grief left him hollow, carved up and bleeding, but instead of helping him, the gods he was so devoted to only used or ignored him. Everything he ever did, everything he ever endured, lost all it's purpose and all that was left was misery.

On a side note though, I don't think he's homophobic, that's more of a fandom joke, cuz he absolutely has his reasons to despise Aylin, who is a lesser diety, but did jackshit when his daughter and her very own lover died. But it's fun to think he was just in endless agony cuz of all the gays around him.

[midnightsun-if]

the reactions of the ros to the scenario of mc forgetting to smooch them were so good, all of them ugh <3 Sloane had me laughing the most to myself... they're so dramatic and sulky PLS LMAO the wet dog energy is so real, Sloane deserves all the smooches in the world.

If you could, would it be possible for you to give us the reactions of the ros that didn't take the initiate to get their smooch if mc suddenly barged in the room minutes later to kiss them and be like "I almost forgot, have a good day <3" before leaving once more.

We need justice for Sloane, C and Caden especially ("the absence of your presence, of the kiss that you always bestowed onto them, more stifling than they’d ever believed it could be" was beautifully written but it had me sad AAAA)

Sloane absolutely does have wet dog energy. They’re an angry individual because of various things that’ve happened to them, and it being one of the only ways they were able to express themself, but they always predominantly get more angry at themself than they do other people. It’s something that’ll they will try to work on and slowly begin to cope with— a journey that I’m excited to start.

Follow up to this ask.

Koda:

At the smile you offer him return, a weight is lifted from his chest. He wasn’t sure if his return kiss plan would work out, even his most simplest of plans never did, but the sight of your joy more than made up for all his failures in the past.

“Thank you, Koda.” In return you press a brief kiss to his lips, warmed by his unceasing care for you. “I appreciate it. I’m sorry that I forgot, I’m just running late in meeting Blake.”

Koda beams down at you, nose nuzzling against yours. “That’s alright, Anon. It just means I’ll have to kiss you more every time you forget.”

Scarlett:

At your continued silence, a saccharine smile flits across her lips, emerald eyes flashing merrily in a way that’d spell for trouble for anyone that wasn’t you. With natural born grace, Scarlett easily maneuvers to her feet to make her way closer to you. “Playing coy now, sweet thing?” She tsks, brow furrowed disapprovingly. “Tell me, my beloved, what did you forget that’s so important.”

Your head tilts, eyes watching the subtle movements of her body. “Your kiss?”

Scarlett hums. “And I had such fun things planned for later.” Taking your chin between two fingers, the phantom press of her lips against yours being all that’s offered before she vanishes from your presence altogether. You’re only able to blink owlishly, the sight of your girlfriend once again reclined elegantly, being all that fills your vision. “Run along now, my beloved. You clearly have a busy day to get to, I won’t keep you any longer. Though, make no mistake, tonight you’re mine.”

Cyrus/Cyra:

Looking at the facts, as it turned out, didn’t help in the slightest, not when their feelings for you were so astronomically out of the realm of possibility, something that could never truly be understood or properly identified due to how large it was. They tried to hold onto the simple fact that it hadn’t happened with malicious intent, that everyone was allowed an off day, but that didn’t stop their inner self, their Phoenix, from squawking in protest at not being able to feel their mate.

So when you return, slightly out of breath, they try to pretend like everything’s fine, that their heart hadn’t leapt at the sight of your return, but they couldn’t deny that their inner flame roared back to life at the feel of your lips pressed to theirs; the whispered apology you offer once pulling back being lost in the white noise it causes.

Their reaction may not have been within the realm of reason, at least not when it comes to their usual ones, but when had love ever been?

Quinn:

They huff to themself, looking back down at their haul. It had been a surprise they wanted to gift to you, knowing how stressed you had been with your exams coming up, even fighting down the urge to gag when they bought fresh blood suckers, because you needed something to settle yourself with.

“Oh well,” they mutter, shoulders slightly slumped. “I’ll just put these in their room and hope they’ll be back to enjoy them soon.”

As if summoning you with their mind, you’re suddenly right in front of them, bringing an immediate smile to their lips, before your own cover them. “I’m sorry,” you murmur, pressing another fleeting kiss to their lips. “I’ve been in such a hurry I forgot to give you this.”

The arm around your waist tightens. “It’s well worth the wait.”

Caden:

Like a beacon of light and warmth, you suddenly reappear once more, fighting against the darkness, and the coldness it brings, as you come closer. The apologetic look on your face tells them all they need to know as why you returned and, for the briefest of moments, they feel guilt well within their gut. Had you somehow understood their mood? Were you going to be late now because of them? They’d never wish for you to get in trouble because of them.

However, the moment your lips press gently to their own, those thoughts and feelings slip from their mind completely, only being able to focus on you. At the feeling of completion they now felt slotting into place within their unbeating heart— a feeling that almost made them feel like they were alive once more.

Sloane:

“I completely spaced,” you say, rushing back into the room towards Sloane, eyes wide in apology. “I was in such a rush I forgot to give you a kiss.”

Sloane, for their part, is completely floored that you remembered, that you’d care enough to turn back and rectify a wrong that shouldn’t even be as big of a deal that it was. Of course they would. I’m important to them, it wasn’t done maliciously, you overgrown fur-bag. They barely respond when you place a delicate kiss to their lips, still too embroiled in their thoughts, but their arms flex instinctively when you try to pull away. Just wanting to hold you for a second longer. And, for the moment, they’re able to forget the demons that lurk in the shadows of their mind, not think about them, when in the face of your beautiful light.

Blake:

“I actually forgot to give you a kiss?”

The apologetic look and tone brings a tender smile to Blake’s lips, one finger gently running a path down your cheek. “A mistake I was certain was just that. I mean look at me.” They playfully wriggle their brows, tongue peeking out from between their teeth. “How could you not want to kiss this?”

At your playful eye roll, and exasperated huff, a weight is lifted from their shoulders, even if they’d never showcase it. Good, they think. I don’t like it when you’re sad, and you wouldn’t be. Not if I ever have anything to say about.

Reginald/Regina:

“I’m so sorry.”

Your sudden reappearance near them, after the relative silence that had settled over the dorm, almost causes them to fling their book into the air, a surprised yelp just barely stifled in the back of their throat. At your apologetic gaze, they’re suddenly reminded of what exactly had been forgotten— by the both of you it seems. And, due to that, they lean forward just as you do. Trying to, without words, show how sorry they were for forgetting something so important, something that made them feel a bit more at home in a world that wanted to be anything but.

Something that finally made them feel like they belonged.

[chateau-technicolor]

Folklore in Fargo

Spoilers ahead, Sailor.

One of the things I loved about Fargo this season so far, is the incorporation of Folklore, suberstition and God. We meet Ole Munch (Sam Spurrell) in the first episode. He seems to be a regular hitman of sorts at first, who is set to kidnap the main character Dorothy (Juno Temple) He comes across a bit excentric and the way he talks and dresses seem very anachronistic. We also quickly learn, that Dot is not the regular homemaker and loving mum, she seems to be. Munch and his handyman set out to kidnap Dot, but fail miserably, because Dot is setting up traps and generally fights back, like a tiger. Munch's handyman gets killed in the process. We also get to know Roy Tillman (John Hamm) who was the one who sent Munch on his mission. We're not sure yet why the right wing cowboy goes through so much trouble just to kidnap the young mother. Because Munch failed the task, Roy is refusing to pay him, which sets off a rather bleak storyline in which Roy and his son Gator (Joe Keery, my love) try to put an end to Munch and vice versa. The most intriguing thing about Ole Munch is the ritual he performs at the Tillman Farm. He kills a goat, covers himself in it's blood and leaves a message for Roy over his Daughter's beds. The whole shebang is very occult and seems heathen. And then there is also the flashback to Wales in 1522. See now, this is where it gets really weird. And where I had to start googling some stuff.

In the flashback scene, we see a character, dressed in what seems to be clothes of the lower class, entering a house full of upper class people who are in mourning, dressed in black and weaping. We have a funeral on our hands here. The poor person looks like Ole Munch. Is it him? Is it an ancestor of his? We dont know! On the belly of the deseaced man, which is laid out in the house, a plate with food is situated. When Munch enters the house, there is a tense energy in the room. Munch walks up to the dead body and consumes the food offered on the plate in an almos animalistic fashion. The people in the room gasp, some of them disgusted, some of them afraid. Or both. Before Munch leaves, he gets two silver coins. Which must have been a lot of money back in the day, I did not research that. But we clearly witnessed some sort of ritual happening. It turns out, sin eating was a practice rich people took part of in Wales, Ireland and England in the 1600s. A willing poor person was invited to literally eat the sins of the deseaced person, so they could be welcomed at the pearly gates, with a clean record. All the sins are transferred, to the person who ate the food. A grewsome fate for people at the time, but hey, a mans gotta eat. The world is bleak, so I don't go with the rational reason in fiction, ever. I like to think that Ole Munch ate so many sins, that he became a spirit, that can not die, who is forced to wander around the earth forever, and for some reason chose america. His very beautifully written monologues would suggest that. They almost sound shakespearian.

But how does this play into the bigger theme of Fargo S5? Well, if you think about it, the whole season is about unpaid depts and consequences. Dot ran away from Roy and the farm, because of the ongoing domestic violence Roy inflicts on her. In Roy's book, she owes him, because she made a pledge to him, when they got married. Even though it's very clear, that Dot wasn't so much older than his own son Gator, when the vows were exchanged. Ole Munch sees a debt not paid, because he didn't receive paymant for "eating the sin" of kidnapping Dot. Dot's mother in law, who is a very rich lady played by the brilliant Jennifer Jason Leigh points out "What is the point of being a billionaire, if you can't get someone killed.", while on the phone with an ex-president, apparently Bill Clinton, if I remember right. The show tries to say, we never got over the sin eating, because with money and power, you can pay your way out of any circumstance, be it kidnapping or murder. There is always going to be someone who needs the money more than their soul. And there is always going to be someone who takes advantage of that.

Roy Tillman, quotes the bible a lot. He thinks of himself as a right and just man, as a leader, even though he likes to bend the law to fit his own agenda. He does not give a flying fuck about the law of the land as it is "dictated by washington" and funds a right wing militia with taxpayer money, to actually kill democracy from within. He is the law of the land. These scenes sent shivers down my spine and reminded me vividly of January 8th.

Anyway. All of the storylines in this show are so amazing and worth writing about. Go watch it, you won't regret a second.

[marvelwifesupernaturalmistress]

So I just finished Good Omens recently and I have a couple things to say and my family and friends are so done with my rants about different movies and TV shows.

1: Holy shit that was a good show! I honestly didn't expect much from the show but holy shit it blew me away with how good it was. It was comedic and I found myself laughing so much and it was so beautifully written the characters are just top tier amazing and wow what I'd give to just continuously rewatch it as if it's my first time watching it.

2: I watched supernatural and I thought wow never gonna find another show like this. One that brings me joy and sadness then I found this fucking wonderful amazing show! AND it made me even more sad like what the fuck how do I keep coming across shows that cause me so much fucking pain. Also can we talk about the parallels between the two shows. Oh look two characters working together to stop the end of the world one a demon and one's an angel, counting Dean a demon solely for this post plus demon Dean did exist, both are oh so obviously in love with each other but neither will admit it, most of the angels are dicks and we all hate metatron, there's a demon named Crowley and many more. I mean look at the similarities between Dean and Crowley. Both are in love with their angel best friend, both are absolutely in love with their car, love classic rock, both are some sassy bitches, both don't want to show their emotions but are big softies, and are both the better looking person in the couple (in my opinion). Then look at the similarities between Aziraphale and Crowley. Both are angels in trench coats who are in love with their best friend, they are manipulated, complicated, traumatized, beautiful angels, both have trouble understanding (some) human expressions, and both struggle with their loyalty to heaven. Also, is it just me or does the first like 10 seconds of End Titles- the one that got left in the car from Good Omens kinda sound like it could be a beginning to a Supernatural opening credits or is it just me?

3: My God David Tennant is FINE like I've seen his face sometimes haven't really seen him in much and was like ok yeah he's attractive and moved on. But then I saw him in this and I'm like wow now I get what everyone's talking about. Like just ahhh this man is fucking attractive! I'm honestly ashamed of myself for taking so long to realize.

4: So TikTok in all its wonderfulness blessed/cursed me with a bunch of Good Omens content the day after I finished watching good Omens. Including a looooooooot of people cosplaying as Crowley. And may I just say the people who cosplay him are fine as fuck! I mean it's really hard to dress up as Crowley and not look attractive I mean Crowley is a style icon. But holy shit the people are so fucking good looking like I just can't. My sexuality does a nose dive off the empire state building when looking at them. I was talking to a friend about it and she said it's a case of wanting to be with them or be them and I disagree. I want to be with them all. Just holy shit you want to look good dress like Crowley you'll look fantastic.

5: The effect this show has had on my life is insane. I have been obsessed with listening to Queen since I finished the show. Which I'm not complaining about at all they were my favorite and still are my favorite band before I even watched the show. I have barely listened to something that wasn't Queen or songs from the show since I binge watched the show. I'm listening to another one bites the dust while typing this. Once again not complaining. Also, did anyone else want to dye their hair like Crowley's when they finished the show? Cause I do. I have been blonde my whole life and never wanted to change it and now I want it red. And I need to know if I'm alone in this or not to determine how alarmed I should be.

6: They had no right making the relationship of Crowley and Aziraphale they way they did. First they made them friends who obviously were in love with each other but hid it then they give us them acting basically as a married couple being so fucking adorable and me just wanting the type of love they have for them to give us that ending of season two! I'm not gonna lie if my dad wasn't up and calmed me down I either would've spontaneously combusted from my literally shaking anger or went on a spree. Not sure what type of spree but a spree of some kind.

7: How all of you wonderful people didn't riot or harm Neil Gaiman is beyond me. First when season 1 ended y'all had to wait 2 years to even get a green light that there was gonna be a season 2 and then another 2 for it to finally come out. And then for the season final of season 2 to happen where then you had to wait even longer for season 3 to be greenlight is just you all have a greater will power than me. I'm coming into this with two seasons and a third confirmed so a round of applause to y'all. And now I completely understand why I kept hearing people say they hated Neil Gaiman and stuff like that.

And finally on a somewhat unrelated note I'm planning to watch Doctor who since I'm about to finish another show where can I find it and what order do I watch it in? I've heard many different answers on the order.

Thanks everyone for coming to my rant y'all are wonderful and everyone have a wonderful day!<3

[onlyonteamcapforbucky]

Alright yall now that I've read the last chapter I've taken my time to process it I'm subjecting you all to my final words on my glorious blue eyed king

This was a character whose birth changed the world. When he was a baby had a multimillion dollar bounty on his head, grew up in harsh conditions, constantly training, wasn't allowed to have his parents around, who are still alive and never got to be with. Grew up constantly having to train, would run away from home just so that he could do normal things. Forced the clan to let him go to jujutsu tech because he was sick of their shit. Made one friend and one friend only, who turned around betrayed and abandoned him, left him behind to carry the burden of being the strongest alone, would push himself to the brink every single day. All for the world who didn't know him, and for the people who did know him only saw him as a tool. Took in two kids to raise. one of which got sick, possessed, and died and never got to acknowledge any of it himself because, it all happened before he was released from the prison realm. Then the other kid only ever saw him as a benefactor, despite the fact that he raised him since the age of 6. Everyone else around him, couldn't stand him, did not care about him, only saw him as the strongest, as a weapon and he knew that. He truly had no one, he was lonely, lost his humanity, even questioning himself who he was. And the only one who truly did care died, he had to kill him. He was tired, he was ready to let go, he was done being Gojo the strongest. Then along came the main villain, who he had the time of his life fighting with, and at the very end of it all, it's the villain alone who fully acknowledged Satoru Gojo as a person. Respected him and fulfilled his final wish of not being forgotten. Letting him die with a smile. Satoru was a beautifully written character who, in the words of Kaneki "his story was truly a tragedy". In my final stages of grief and with this new found acceptance, I hope Satoru is finally at peace with himself, and the one who he cares for the most. To follow the words of Sukuna, 'You did well Satoru Gojo. I won't forget you for as long as I live.'

[orangeinecstasy]

lucky: one word, pt. two ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟrobert keating

✧: part one

paring: robert x fem!oc

summery: luck brings them together once again, but after the honeysuckles preform a song about robert, will his perspective on kate change?

a/n: hey everyone! so i originally uploaded these to wattpad, but i wanted to have a bit of a platform change. please let me know what you guys think. my requests are currently open so pleas feel free to send in an idea you have. enjoy!

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Looking into Robert's blue eyes, it truly felt like the world had stopped moving, but that was quickly interrupted by the bartender setting down my drinks. You've got to be fucking kidding me. Right now, the universe, right now?! I glanced down at the drinks and back up at him.

"Shit, I'm sorry I've got to go, but meeting you was really wonderful. Stay lucky!" grabbing the drinks. I leave the bar before he can respond, cursing myself as I do.

However, that was a couple of months ago. I stood outside the band's latest venue, having a last smoke before we went on. Sometimes I thought of that blue-eyed boy, but I never went out of my way to try and find him. There was something almost beautifully sad about not knowing him, and there was a crazy part of me that wanted to keep it that way. Wanted that wonder between the two of us.

Taking the final drag of my cigarette, I throw it onto the concrete below me, stub it out with the toe of my boot, and then walk back into the club's venue.

"Hey, you good?" Fawn says as I walk in, her arm wrapping around my shoulder. "Never better!" I smile, giving her arm a gentle squeeze before gathering everything I need for tonight's show.

"Let's fucking do this, lassies!" Willow yelled out, pumping her fist into the air as the four of us walked on, the crowd erupting in cheers.

Settling behind the drum kit, I look in the cup holding my drumsticks, ensuring I have a couple extra. Even though I had played hundreds of shows, there was still that feeling of nervousness that would build in the pit of my stomach. So many people think that the singer or the guitarist is the "most important band member," but when you truly think about it, it's the drummer. We have to control the tempo, one of the few critical parts of a song. If we slip up, even for a second, the whole set could be ruined.

Still, I take a few deep breaths as I slip in my in-ears and grab a pair of my sticks. I look down at the drum kit, then at the crowd before my sticks come crashing down on the kit, starting the first song of our set.

After we played the second to last song in our set, Kira paused, the spotlight encapsulating her amber skin in an incandescent glow, "Hey guys! Tonight, for our last song, we're going to perform a new one that our amazing drummer, Kate," she moves out of the way allowing me to come into a better view for the crowd. They cheer, "She wrote about this guy she met at a pub. Lucky boy, if you're still out there, she's single. We hope you like it!" The cheers continued as Kira made the announcement. After a beat or two, the cheering calmed, queuing me to start our newest song, Lucky.

"One, two, three." I strike my drumsticks together as I count before starting our final song. The energy that flowed throughout me was like nothing I had felt before. A part of me was really nervous about performing a song I wrote by myself because most of our music was written by the four of us. But that feeling faded as I got into my favorite parts of the beat. But sadly, like all things, the song came to an end.

My breath was heavier than usual as my eyes stared down at the drum kit below me. I took out one of my in-ears to hear the crowd yelling the loudest they had yelled the whole night. I slip my sticks into my back pocket before pulling my shirt up and allowing it to rest on my shoulders, exposing my mind drift and the black bralette I was wearing underneath. Honestly, I didn't care that much; anything to help me cool off before saying our final goodbyes.

I grabbed Kira and Willow's hands, the four of us taking our final bow of the night. "Thank you, everyone!" Fawn said into her mike as we split apart. "Hey, can I borrow that for a second?" I ask Fawn, and she nods, handing me the mike. "I just want to thank everyone for responding positively to our newest song Lucky. It truly does mean the world to me. I love you all. Have a great night!" smiling, I set the mike back down onto its stand before looking into the crowd to see who I should throw my stick to. Then I saw them. Those eyes that I will never forget. The eyes of my lucky boy, Robert.

Once I snapped out of it, I realized that I had been standing there about to throw my drumsticks for an awkward amount of time. Laughing at myself, I throw the sticks to a pair of girls, my eyes quickly flashing back at Robert's before finally walking off the stage.

"Guys…" I say as I start to remove my other in-ear and detach the cords from my exposed body, "I think I just saw the lucky boy in the crowd. I could be going fucking crazy because we just played a song about him, but I swear I would notice those blue eyes anywhere." I set my in-ears down, my hands pushing through my curls as my brain tried to wrap around what I had just seen.

"You're fucking joking!" Willow yells, clapping me on my bare back because I have yet to fix my shirt. "That's crazy!" she laughed, shaking my shoulders as we returned to the dressing room. I love it when my friends think it's the funniest thing in the world when I have a crisis.

I huff, my hand falling from my hair to my side as I lean down to rummage through my bag, grabbing my cigarette and lighter. "I'm going to go out for a smoke. I'll help pack up in a sec." The girls gave a unanimous okay as I started to walk out the door. "Don't forget that we're meeting that band that Kira is friends with after the show!" Fawn called out from the dressing room as I opened the back entrance door. "Okay!" I shouted back quickly before stepping outside into my much-needed alone time.

Lighting the cigarette, I hate a long drag off of it, letting the smoke fumble lazily from my lips. "It couldn't be him. Not in a fucking million years. You're just being crazy, Kate. Get out of your head." I mumble to myself, taking a couple more long drags off the cigarette before a few fans come up to me, asking for pictures and autographs, so of course, I obliged. "Okay, my loves, I have to go. Thank you so much for coming to the show!" throwing my cigarette on the ground, I set it out, waved goodbye to the fans, and went back in through the back door. As I walked in, I could hear the chatter of my bandmates and some unfamiliar male voices coming from the band room, which made me realize that I still hadn't fixed my shirt from half taking it off at the end of the concert. Welp, those pictures will follow me across the internet, I thought as I fixed my white t-shirt back into place before entering the dressing room.

"Hey guys, sorry for being late. I got caught up taking pictures." my hands reach for one another, returning to that nervous habit of twisting my now infamous horseshoe ring. "You're all good! Guys, this is Kate, our drummer. Kate, this is Ryan, Josh, Eli, and-"

"Robert." I cut her off, my eyes slightly widening as my eyes met his. "I cannot fucking believe this." I start laughing to myself, and after a few moments, so does Robert.

"I think they've gone a bit mental…." Ryan says, looking over at Willow with a confused look which she simply shrugs at, not knowing what's going on either.

"This is the lucky boy. Robert is Lucky." he stands, still slightly laughing to himself as he walks over to me, arms wrapping me in a slightly unexpected hug. "It's nice to see you again, horseshoe girl," he said low enough so that only I could hear. "Well, the two of us are going to go for a smoke. We'll be back soon." Robert said as we broke away from the hug, his hand now holding onto mine as he quickly dragged me out of the room before anyone could interject.

The two of us stepped outside into the light night Dublin air, making a slight shiver run down my spine. "I assume we didn't just come here to have a smoke." my eyebrow cocks, as I look up at the taller cigarette between his lips, a lighter following closely behind it. "Hmm, that's debatable." he chuckled, handing me the already lit cig, which I took a long drag from.

"What a fucking crazy way to meet each other again, huh. First, at a pub where we have matching rings. Now at my gig where you were pretty much forced to hear a song completely written about you. At the same time, I stood on stage for five minutes half naked." an embarrassed chuckle leaves my lips, the realization of what the two of us truly experienced setting in, making me unable to look him in the eyes.

"I mean, I'd be more than interested in seeing you half-naked again. Fuck, even fully naked." he laughs, trying to dissolve some of the tension between us as he takes the cig back, taking a few quick drags off of it.

"Phffttt, I think you might have to do a little more convincing than that, love." I nudge his arm gently. "Well… You know what they say about bass players." the two of us erupt in laughter, like old friends who had just shared the most personal inside joke.

"You are a fucking Wiseman." I take the final drag off the cigarette, then step it out.

"But seriously, I know this might sound crazy, but don't you think this is the universe telling us something?" he turns to face me more clearly, the ocean-blue eyes looking into the deepest parts of my persona.

"If I'm being frank, I think it might be. Maybe it's time to test our luck, hmm, Bobby?" I smile up at him, our bodies naturally moving closer until his arm is wrapped around my waist, mine around his neck. "Yeah, I'd like that." he leans down, and I can hear my heart in my chest as our lips finally connect. We melt into each other, and it feels like time is standing still.

We slowly pull away, both of our faces slightly flushed. "We should probably head back." I rub my nape gently, and he nods in agreement, taking my ringed hand into my own.

We walked hand in hand back into the dressing room, and the conversation between our bandmates paused. "Well, look who it is, the lucky couple," Eli says, which causes the room to start filling with laughter.

Even though it was all fun in games at the moment, when I looked up at Rob and he looked down at me, I knew that I was the luckiest girl in the world. So maybe wearing a horseshoe ring for all those years was a good idea.

[welcometololaland]

hello love, R for the alphabet writer asks pretty please? 💖

rae 💜

using this ask to apologise in advance to everyone and anyone but i really felt like doing an ask game so here i am, on your dash.

R: Which writers (fanfic or otherwise) do you consider the biggest influence on you and your writing?

typically, my sources of inspiration include: things i overhear on the train in the morning, internet memes and rogue things that happen to me that i swear would ONLY happen to me. but although i take inspiration from many sources, influence is a different question?

when i started writing fic again, i was deep in the 2021 rwrb obsession and i think my writing was heavily influenced by the work i was literally INHALING at that time.

i think first and foremost i took so much inspiration from @clottedcreamfudge. I mean we all know CCF has depth, but the slightly ridiculous edge to some of her fics felt so on brand for me, and i think reading a lot of the CCF archive taught me to lean into that. the witty dialogue, the pacing, the clever use of side characters to build the story - nailing that is my writing dream.

i feel very inspired when i read any @indomitable-love work because the amount of care and precision written into basically every line of siobhan's fic is incredible. reading ATG was a masterclass in how to take characterisation to another level, and how to build an emotional arc that is hard hitting and makes sense. i had so many 'oh, that really ticked all the emotional boxes for me' moments in that fic. it is truly a treasure.

as we know, i didn't write smut pre-2021. i truly didn't even READ smut. who knows why? anyway i was so convinced i could never write it, UNTIL i read the great works of our lord and saviour aka. you aka. Ms. Rae Rmd-writes Railmedaddy. The ficspiration of the neighbours fic took me out and made me realise like hey...there is actually a lot of skill to this and maybe i could? learn it? and i'm still on that learning journey but i think the think about your E rated scenes is that you weave so much emotion into them - there's a purpose to every smut scene, even if it's a PWP it's driving characterisation in some way. which makes it all very intentional. i find that very inspiring.

i also have to credit @everwitch-magiks for inspiring me every day to be more intentional with my word choice and edit better and WRITE LESS because the amount of stuff evie can pack into a 3k fic is honestly out of this world. but long before i became a ridiculous overwriter, i have been inspired by evie's characterisation (her alex always sounds so perfect to me, in particular) AND her creativity. there are canon fics and then she goes and writes a space AU and also a figure skating AU and magical realism and hashtag soulmates aka. the most beautifully meta thing ever, and a whole fic based around AITA? she has breadth and it makes me kind of mad.

ANYWAY. there are many more but i've already gone on for too long! thank you to everyone who creates stuff for me to read, i know i'm picking up things all the time, and it wouldn't happen if people weren't so damn talented 💜

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