#just haven't had the spoons to do much creatively

[karoiseka]

Just some calm, everyday downtime--love overflowing.

[sweetiesicheng]

the8 - at home date

word count : 557

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"mine looks so much better right now," you say to your boyfriend while mixing yellow food dye into a bowl of frosting.

"that's what you think, but clearly we have creative differences," minghao says to you while putting blue icing onto his cake.

the two of you are spending your date night at home. you had baked small cakes earlier, and now, you two are having a cake decorating competition. the entire kitchen is littered in baking supplies because you haven't had a chance to clean everything up yet. the two of you are invested in this competition, that would most likely end in kisses to comfort the loser if you were to guess.

the plan is to finish decorating them and send pictures to both of your friends, but you need more frosting. unfortunately, you're running low because minghao had taken quite a bit for his own cake.

"i can't believe we used this much frosting," you say to him as he starts creating a design on the top of his cake.

"i told you that we should've bought more," minghao says to you and puts down the piping bag while you start to cover your cake in frosting with the back of a spoon. "i'll be right back," he says. you hum in response as you concentrate. minghao quickly runs out of the room, and you hear him run upstairs.

as you finish up covering the cake with the frosting, you look over at your boyfriend's side of the table. you grab his piping bag and start using it to decorate your cake.

"okay! i'm back," minghao says as he hurries into the room. you didn't even hear him run back downstairs because of how much you're concentrating. "hey! that's mine!" he shouts and you see him cross his arms at you.

"i barely have any frosting left!" you reply to him as you continue piping.

"alright, give me it," he says to you and tries to take the piping bag from you.

"no!" you exclaim.

blue frosting spills out of the piping bag and onto your cake and the table. your boyfriend takes the piping bag back from you and starts to work on his cake again, but you smear some of the blue frosting that fell on your cake onto his cake.

"hey!" minghao shouts and drops the piping bag onto the table. he smears frosting onto his finger and drags it over your already ruined cake.

you grab more frosting and reach for his face, but he grabs your wrist before you can touch him. you try to fight against him, but he manages to smear frosting onto your cheek.

you gasp at him, "did you just..."

"you were trying to do the same to me!" minghao exclaims.

both of you realize that your cake decorating contest has come to an end. however, the frosting fight continues strong as the two of you start to chase after each other in your small kitchen, running in circles around the table.

"ah! baby!" you yell after he smears frosting into your face. "get back here!" you yell at him and try to grab his shirt, chasing him around the table again.

how does this end? just like you had predicted, minghao giving you kisses after winning both the decorating contest and the frosting fight.

[dumbkatsu]

Hii!!! I was wondering if I could request some He xuan (bf) headcanons, for maybe a Male reader?? I think your writing is just super creative and very enjoyable!! Please whenever you have time :) 🫶

Hi anon! I'm so honored for your praise, I'm so happy that people are enjoying my silly little rambles about ancient Chinese men.

Alright I haven't done this in a while so here we go!

Okay so we all know that he xuan is grumpy grumpy and lazy. But if he really loves you, you'll see a different side of him that rarely sees the light of day

I honestly headcanon that he xuan is CLINGY like, you'd figure that a fierce ghost who lost everything and had to live alone for centuries wouldn't be clingy right?

He loooooves to cuddle with you. He doesn't need sleep but his mind quiets down whenever you're with him. The memories of his past are less intense and don't weigh on him as much

Despite being clingy that behavior and acts of affection like kissing and hand-holding would only be done later in the relationship. When he's comfortable enough

(despite losing his family I still believe this man has rizz when he wants to)

His expressions also soften. His eyes become more soft whenever he looks at you. His lips display a soft smile instead of his usual frown/deadpan. But it's only reserved for you when you're in quiet places.

Usually, when you are outside and walking he mostly glances fondly at you.

He's very gentle caring and doting.

He'd show you the wonders of the sea, take you on trips, and show you his domain.

He also surprisingly enjoys being very domestic. Helping you with whatever chores you have

(cut to hualian and sqx being gagged because they've never seen hx being so helpful)

He's also very keen on quality time. Even if you are doing separate things or just being comfortable in silence it's those small moments that make it count.

If you know how to cook then oh lord do you have the best partner to taste test your dishes and basically vacuum everything on site.

One of the things he loves to do is wrap his arms around you give you a back hug and perch his chin on your shoulder as he watches you cook

Of course, you spoon-feed him a little of what you're cooking to his to taste test and check for salt and spices

Small kisses are pressed on your neck and shoulders. Innocent kisses to show how much he appreciates you. Not leading to anything else. Just enjoying these tender moments

If you don't that's okay too, cue little escapades to ghost city to enjoy the cuisine :)

[jslittlebirdie]

pairing: ledger!joker x GN!reader

summary: You and J spend Halloween together carving a pumpkin and playfully teasing each other.

word count: 679

warnings: slightly graphic language, a bit of innuendo at the end of the drabble

A/N: I haven't written and posted anything in forever. The burnout is hitting hard. So I'm not sure if this little thing turned out well or not. But I want to try to somehow get my creativity and inspiration back. Maybe someone will like it a little bit.

taglist: @alittlesmartcookie @ajokeformur-ray @these-written-reveries

Carving Time

A loud, wet squelching noise echoed through the room as he plunged the blade deeper and deeper into the soft flesh. A greenish strand of hair stuck to his forehead where the sticky, thick liquid had splashed into his face. He frowned in concentration, but his toothy grin gave away just how much he enjoyed it. You watched him with wide eyes, following every single one of his skillful movements. Anyone else would have been frightened by this sight, but not you. You were almost hypnotized, perhaps staring a bit too much at his hands.

A few more well-aimed knife stabs and the sinister deed was done. He smacked his lips in satisfaction and put the knife down. Almost immediately his attention was back on you, dark brown eyes piercing into your soul, causing you to look away, caught, and making him chuckle with amusement. Heat rose in your cheeks, but you tried to ignore it. It was silly and endearing that after all this time he still had the same effect on you. He would probably never say it out loud, but he loved it.

"Was that it, toots? Or is there more I have to take care of, hm? Just say the word and I'll make sure that nothing else will bother ya."

Something in his voice made you shudder, but you leaned in to give him a small peck on his cheek. If you listened carefully enough though, you could hear him softly grumbling under his breath. You would probably have to give him some proper kisses later to make up for it. Especially considering what you were planning to do. "No, no. Thank you, J. I can do the rest alone."

Thanks to his help, you could finally open the cavity. A sweetish foul scent flooded your sinuses and made you cough. But you shrugged it off. Maybe it was a little too unorthodox, but you preferred to use a big spoon to get rid of the guts. And when nothing helped, you stuck your hand in the opening to remove the last remnants. A sensory nightmare, the way the masses felt between your fingers. Slimey and gooey. You grimaced in disgust.

J cackled next to you when he noticed your reaction. You were just too adorable. "Seems like ya need some more training, doll."

You decided to just ignore him. You would get your sweet revenge soon enough. You paused to examine your work and when you thought it was good enough, you reached for the knife. But J was quick to grab your wrist and stop you. He tsk-ed at you and shook his head when he saw your questioning look.

"Not this one. Don't wantcha to get hurt." He rummaged in one of the countless pockets of his royal purple coat until he pulled out a small ordinary kitchen knife. "That's way better."

You huffed. But at the same time, it made your heart feel all warm and fluffy that he cared so much about you. For a brief moment, you questioned your idea. But it was just too good to stop now. Why should it always be him teasing you? Why not the other way around? You smiled innocently at him and then took the smaller knife from him. Luckily, this part of the work didn't take too long. Only a few more cuts were needed to get the desired result.

Finally, you turned around the fully carved pumpkin so that he could see it. You watched him closely, a mischievous grin tugging at your lips. And you got exactly the reaction you expected, it seemed like he liked your Batman pumpkin. His smile immediately dropped and his gaze snapped to you, dark eyes even darker than usual. Once again, anyone else would have been frightened by this sight. But you trusted him. You knew him good enough to see the playful and challenging glint in the darkness of his beautiful eyes. It made you giggle and squeal with anticipation.

"I'll give you a ten second head start. One, two..."

[vtforpedro]

Life??

I genuinely can't remember how long it's been since the last update. Was it before I moved into my mom's house?? I donno lmao I moved into my mom's house and it has been the most hellish experience until the last month or so. Like my neuro thought I had narcolepsy because the stress I was under was making my body Do Sleep in VEEERRRRY odd ways reminiscent of narcolepsy. 😩 We quit family therapy cause it wasn't helping. But I have tried to separate her from direct caregiving as much as possible and I feel like I can breathe again. We haven't been fighting and I hope it stays that way because it was a nightmare. I told everyone she would just get worse when we got here and everyone said nah so much stress will be gone!! What do you think happened 🙃 Anyway. I am grateful the fighting has stopped because my health has been affected by it too. I really wish we could go back in time and have the close relationship we used to but I fear it'll never happen. Heart condition is a pain in the ass. I've gained weight, but cut out sugar this week and am making the slight adjustments that have helped me lose a lot before so fingers crossed. It helps my neuro condition, too. That is on and off but not anywhere like it used to be. I'm paranoid every day of my life it will come back but hoping it won't. Trump got elected and my country is falling apart so that's been super fun. I might lose my health insurance and die or smth but at least billionaires got richer. It's difficult to disconnect sometimes but, man, disconnect sometimes! I have zero spoons. I'm so sorry I don't reply to messages/comments but I only have enough room right now for so much socializing before I hit heavy mental exhaustion. I think about you all a lot and I miss everyone. I miss Bagginshield with a deep ache right now and I honestly miss Gradence too. I'm really grateful to have made friends from all fandoms 🙏 I love you all and I hope you're doing well. I hope you have time for rest, creativity and something soothing for your soul. Despite the mood of this, I'm actually doing okay. The weight of the world is heavy but personally I'm alright. My cat Lilly has adjusted to living here very well (tho she is 100% separated from one of the family cats who has tried to kill her sigh). We are working on it! Stay safe, nurture your soul, love you!! 💜

[skysometric]

i'm in a creative slow period right now

and it's not for lack of ideas or motivation, just... spoons, i think. lack of spoons and so much stress.

i mentioned the other day that with all the big coordinated showcases and multiplayer streams i've put on lately, it's been a while since i've done any streams where i just sit down and Play A Game for the sake of it. i did plenty of that last year and i'm proud of what i've accomplished, but i think i got a little burnt out on it? so i'm waiting to recharge and rekindle that fire again, because there are a LOT of interesting games i want to play!

it reminds me of when i wrote all those Retrush developer commentary posts over the course of a year and burnt out on writing for a while... actually, that spark still hasn't come back to me either. i've got tons of ideas for interesting posts, but i haven't been able to sit myself down and Write Them. i completely missed my chance to write about my favorite games of 2024...

even level design, where i've been excitedly working on what i can only describe as multiple "dream projects," has been a struggle for me to return to – especially after i spent so much of the back half of last year designing the upcoming Threemixes for Retrush, once again expending all of my creative energy.

there's burnout no matter which direction i look... to say nothing of drawing or mazes or programming or any of the thousands of other things i do. i want to do it all, but i can't bring myself to do any of the work!

there are a million reasons for this (like a recent working memory reset), but if i'm being honest, this is really about the fact that i've started at my new job after nearly a year off. i spent almost all of last year creating new things in every spare moment that i had – now i have to adjust to a new schedule, new priorities, while still creatively spent from all of 2024.

but i wish so badly that this wasn't the case, because everything is so stressful right now! these are the times that i want to be at my most creative, my most prolific, because it helps other people (and myself!) bear the stress of everyday life.

i feel helpless like this, stuck in a creative rut while the world burns around me. what a terrible time for my metaphorical starter to give out.

i'm sure that all of these things will come back to me soon – give me a month or two to get back on my feet, to adjust to my new schedule, and i'll be flying again before i know it. but in the meantime all i can do is try my best to recharge and hope things calm down a bit.

besides, i am lucky enough to still have one thing to work on in my low energy state, that being the Minecraft highlights video... and for being a low-energy effort, it's gonna be a big project by the time it's complete. maybe by then i'll have found my spark again.

[lucidlivi]

I Can See You (III)

Masterlist/Warning

Tag List: @jc-winchester @mrsjenniferwinchester @perpetualabsurdity @antisocialcorrupt @heavenlyackles @anixiiee @jackles010378 @suckitands33 @deans-spinster-witch @k-slla @spnbaby-67 @cevansbaby-dove @cutedisneygrl @ladysparkles78 @rach5ive @deansapplepie @lauraashley93 @hzllxhoundxx @kmc1989 @creative-writing92 @7isaprimenumbr @raisinggray @crystaleatsboys @somekidinacoma (I think this was everyone but it's been awhile and I'm rusty, so sorry guys for making you wait!)

Author Note: I've been wanting to update this one because I had a lot of ideas for where I wanted it to go, sorry I haven't updated as much but I hope this makes up for it and you like it

Recap:

Jensen glared at me, taking a sip of his beer.

"you know what just forget it, why don't you go flirt with some more girls." I scoffed turning to walk away.

"yeah, well why don't you go kiss some more wannabe actors." Jensen growled.

I took a deep breath walking away from him.

I feel that if someone really wants you in their life, they’re gonna show it, not just talk about it, and if their actions don’t match up to their words, I lose interest fast.

Jensen was unbelievable.

If he wanted me, he would show it.

I used to know I wanted him, but now I'm not so sure.

I stomped up the stairs rather dramatically, throwing the door open before slamming it closed.

Who the hell did he think he was?

Just because he was super good looking didn't give him a reason to act like a complete dick. I grabbed my pillow screaming loudly in to it.

I was so frustrated.

He was so frustrating.

I sat on my bed well past midnight contemplating my fight with Jensen.

He had no right to try to ruin my date when he's been the one giving mixed signals. It was fucked up, and fucking with my brain chemistry.

I heard a light knocking on my door bringing me out of my intrusive thoughts. I got up opening the door, disappointment crossed my features when I saw who was standing behind it.

"what the hell do you want?" I grumbled as I glared at the green eyed man I despised at this current moment.

"peace offering." He mumbled before holding up a carton of my favorite ice cream.

Mint Chocolate Chip.

Damn he knows I can't say no to mint chocolate chip ice cream.

No, I can't just forget.

"and you're offering peace because...?" I pressed crossing my arms to indicate to him I was feeling closed off from him.

"because I was wrong."

"about?" I pushed wanting him to elaborate.

"I shouldn't have crashed your date, I was acting like a stupid protective jerk and I'm sorry." He said offering me a sad smile.

Damn.

That face.

He knows I can't say no to that face either.

"yeah you were acting like a jerk, jerk." I said shoving his arm.

I wanted to say more to him, I wanted to ask him why he was acting like that.

Was it because he really didn't like Jeremiah, or because he cared where I was tonight.

I didn't want to get my hopes up with the latter so I settled on he just didn't like Jeremiah.

"did you bring me a spoon?" I asked raising my eyebrows at him.

"brought two." He smiled holding up two metal spoons.

Jensen entered my room sitting down on my bed to spilt ice cream at two in the morning. I giggled as his face contorted from the chill. We sat in silence taking turns stuffing our faces full of ice cream. It wasn't an awkward silence like it would've been with most people. It was comfortable.

"your kind of a pain in the ass you know?" I asked him as our ice cream supply dwindled.

"you know I could say the same thing about you baby moose." Jensen said looking me in the eyes.

"me? hardly." I denied rolling my eyes at him.

"see right there, you think you know everything, but you have no clue." Jensen said whispering the last part.

I had no clue what he was talking about but something told me it had a deeper meaning.

An awkward silence fell between us as my eyes settled back down on the now almost empty carton.

It was as if there were words neither one of us dared to say.

Words that might change everything.

"last bite." Jensen said gesturing the carton towards me.

I dug my spoon in finishing off the ice cream.

"thanks." I whispered not meeting his eyes.

He nodded his head slowly, the awkward tension still building between us.

"thanks for the ice cream and for apologizing." I clarified.

I dared to look in to his eyes but he was already looking in to mine. His eyes traveled from mine down to my lips. I sucked in a sharp breath as his eyes explored my features. I was never insecure but in this moment I felt raw, naked, like he was seeing every single flaw I possessed.

"I uh should go, Jared's making me exercise with him in the morning, and I'll need it after all this ice cream." Jensen said taking the spoons and walking towards the door.

"Jensen wait." I called feeling bold.

He hesitantly turned around, staring at me, waiting for me to continue.

"did you really not?"

"did I not what?"

"did you really not care where I was tonight?" I asked biting my lip a little too hard.

He took a deep breath before turning back towards the door.

"of course I cared."

And with that he walked out, leaving me feeling even more flustered and confused than before.

****************************************************I woke up to a sudden weight on me.

“ugh what time is it?” I groaned squeezing my eyes shut tighter.

“It’s almost noon get your ass up.” Jared said grabbing a pillow and proceeding to hit me with it.

“stop hitting me you ass, I’m up!” I grumbled sitting up and stretching my muscles.

“It’s about damn time, how late did you stay up last night?” Jared asked taking a seat beside me.

At the mention of last night a flood of thoughts came rushing through.

“of course I cared.”

I bit my lip as his words replayed in my head on a continuous loop.

“hello I think I lost my sister can you help me find her?” Jared asked waving a hand in front of my face.

I swatted his hand away causing him to scoff dramatically.

“well I could never lose you cause you’re a giant frizzy haired freak.” I joked sticking my tongue out at him.

I knew it was little things like this that really got under his skin.

“I was trying to have a nice moment and you had to ruin it with the insults.” Jared said once again picking up the pillow.

I quickly bolted out of bed disappearing in to the bathroom with a slam of the door.

I took this moment to look at my reflection in the mirror.

Damn.

I looked rough.

Even my under eye bags had under eye bags.

I quickly hopped in the shower washing away all the stress and anxiety I was feeling. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jensen and whatever this was.

I took my time trying to make myself look decent before descending the stair case to face the boys. I did my best to not make eye contact with Jensen, knowing that his stare alone would be enough to make me crumble.

“wow I think you look worse than this morning.” Jared joked running a hand through my hair that I was just fighting to perfect.

“I feel it.” I said grabbing an apple and some water.

“don’t you two have to film today?” I asked sitting down and finally glancing towards Jensen.

He had his head buried in a newspaper but something tells me he wasn’t actually reading it.

“nope have the next two days off, so what should we do?” Jared asked taking my apple and biting a chunk off of it.

I glared at him before ripping the apple back out of his hands.

I contemplated his question before getting an idea.

“we should throw a party.” I suggested giving a hopeful glance to the guys.

“uh definitely not.” Jared answered quickly.

“c’mon let’s have some fun moose.” I pleaded giving him my famous puppy dog eyes.

“I actually think it’s a great idea.” Jensen said finally looking up from the newspaper.

I could tell Jared was still on the fence.

“I mean I have to experience all Canada has to offer right?” I pleaded again.

Jared sighed in defeat rolling his eyes.

“fine but I’m doing the guest list.” Jared grumbled.

“can I invite Jeremiah?” I asked knowing it would drive Jensen insane.

“NO.”

“Yes.”

Jensen and Jared answered at the same time.

“you heard Jared he’s in charge of the guest list.” I said giving Jensen a smirk.

I walked back upstairs deciding to tidy up my room for the party, not that I planned on anyone being in it but still it needed done. I spent the next few hours tidying up the house while the boys got supplies i.e. alcohol for the party.

Once I was satisfied with my cleaning job I went upstairs to freshen up. I put on a simple gold party dress. I was smoothing out my dress when I heard a knock on my door.

“it’s open.” I called staring at my reflection in the mirror.

I heard Jensen timidly enter the room.

“uh Jared wanted me to tell you people were arriving.” Jensen said as his eyes traveled up and down my form.

“thanks be right down.” I said offering him a smile.

Instead of walking away Jensen took a step closer standing behind me.

I couldn’t deny we looked good together.

It was as if we were lost in a trance just staring at our reflections in the mirror. I was about to say something when someone clearing their throat snapped us out of our trance.

I peeked over seeing Jeremiah rubbing his neck nervously.

“sorry Jared told me I could find you here.”

I quickly stepped away from Jensen making my way towards him.

“no it’s okay I’m glad you’re here.” I said offering him a smile.

Was I really though?

What?

No of course I was.

Shut up intrusive thoughts.

Jeremiah leaned in pecking me on the lips. I swear I could hear the scoff leave Jensen’s lips.

“uh i’m going to go.” Jensen growled pushing past us.

“no yeah we should all go downstairs.” I said nervously playing with my fingers.

“lead the way then.” Jeremiah smiled, taking my hand in his.

I heard the music blasting through the speakers as we walked downstairs. Our living room was now full of people. I saw Jared hastily walking around offering people drinks and snacks. I laughed at how uptight he could be sometimes. I walked over to him grabbing the tray from his hands. I pulled off a glass of what appeared to be whiskey.

“I think you need this.” I laughed holding it in front of his face.

“are you crazy I can’t drink.” Jared said going to grab the glass but I pulled it away from him.

“why not, Jensen is.” I said gesturing to where Jensen was talking with a guy I didn’t know while slowly sipping on a beer.

“someone has to host.” Jared said matter of factly.

“I will, I mean the party was my idea after all.”

Jared looked at me unsure. I gave him the glass urging him to throw it back. He rolled his eyes before downing the whiskey. I in turn handed him another.

I assumed hosting duties offering drinks to strangers I had barely met. I watched as Jared and Jensen interacted with friends. Jeremiah stayed close to my side finishing off a couple beers.

I was never a big drinker.

Now don’t get me wrong I could put away a few glasses of wine but not like these people.

“I’m going to use the bathroom, be right back.” Jeremiah whispered in my ear.

I nod watching him disappear down the hall. I noticed the drinks getting low. I turned around to make my way in to the kitchen but instead collided with a hard chest.

“easy there baby moose, had to much to drink already did you?” Jensen teased.

“hardly, I see you’re still nursing that same beer.” I said gesturing to the bottle he’s had in his hand since the beginning of the party.

“yeah well one of us has to be sober and it’s not Jared.” Jensen said nodding his head towards Jared.

He was unstable on his feet as he was dancing to the music with his shirt over his head. I quickly got my phone out snapping a picture of him. 

“oh this is going to be great for the christmas card.” I laughed taking another from a different angle.

“are you having fun?” Jensen questions.

“I guess, you?”

“I hate parties.” Jensen admitted running a hand down the back of his neck.

“wait then why did you say you thought this was a good idea?” I asked staring at him.

Jensen leaned in his lips hovering just above my ear.

“I was hoping to get a moment alone with you.”

I felt the heat rush to my face.

It felt as if I was fully ignited as his breath fanned across my face.

I was about to respond when I saw Jeremiah coming back from the bathroom. Jensen must’ve saw him to for he disappeared just as quick as he came.

“you okay?” Jeremiah asked.

I nodded my head maybe a little too quickly not trusting my voice.

“It’s uh kind of loud here, want to hang in your room?” Jeremiah asked.

I was so flustered by what Jensen said I wasn’t really listening but reluctantly shook my head yes. Jeremiah grabbed my hand pulling me up the stairs. As soon as we were behind closed doors he attached his lips to mine. I kissed him back out of habit.

It’s said that when a person is right for you, you’ll feel it in the kiss.

I felt nothing with Jeremiah.

It was stale, lacked passion.

Jeremiah moved his lips from mine down to my neck. He brought a hand up cupping my breast. I quickly put my hand on his chest pushing him away.

“I uh don’t think that’s a good idea.” I said biting my lip nervously.

“why not?”

“cause you’ve had a lot to drink and you’re not thinking straight.” I said standing my ground.

“but I thought you liked me.” He frowned.

I don’t.

Shut up brain.

“I do, but that doesn’t mean I want to have sex with you, I mean we barely know each other.” I elaborated.

“then let’s get to know each other..” Jeremiah said taking a step closer and kissing my jaw once more.

“let’s get to know each other’s bodies.” He said causing me to once again shove him off.

“No.” I said firmly this time.

He was about to respond when the door was thrown open, an angry Jensen standing behind it.

“I believe she said no, I also believe you have about five seconds to get the hell out of my house before I throw you down the steps.” Jensen growled clenching his fists.

Jeremiah scoffed looking at me once more.

“I forgot you need permission for everything.” Jeremiah jabbed before pushing past Jensen and retreating from the house.

“don’t come back!” I called after him.

I sat down on the bed waiting for the lecture that was about to come from Jensen. He didn’t move from the doorway. He was breathing hard, almost as if he was shaking with anger.

“well..”

“well what?” he snapped.

“aren’t you going to say you told me so?”

“I did tell you.” He growled.

“I didn’t even care about him okay.” I scoffed standing up so I was now facing Jensen.

“then why the hell were you with him?” Jensen asked taking another step forward.

“maybe because he actually acted on his feelings instead of just talked about them.” I jabbed.

Jensen glared at me before roughly cupping my cheek and crashing his lips on to mine.

I was frozen in shock but only momentarily. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, before moving my lips against his. 

I felt nothing when kissing Jeremiah.

But with Jensen…

I felt everything.

He leaned down pressing his lips harder against mine.

I didn’t miss the way he slyly slipped his tongue in deepening the kiss. It felt like we were the only two people on the earth, and time was standing still. Jensen was the first to pull away taking a much needed breath.

“you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Jensen whispered leaning his forehead against my own.

“I think we’re just drunk.” I said not believing this moment was actually real, actually happening to me.

Jensen contorted his eyebrows in confusion.

“I’m not drunk, are you drunk?”

“Nope.”

Jensen smiled before reconnecting our lips. 

It was magical and more than I could’ve ever imagined.

If only there wasn’t something standing in our way.

Jared.

Author Note: hi guys! sorry it took me so long to update but I really hope you like it! xoxoxo Liv

[danasevans]

“Touch that and I will hit you with a spoon.” + 1880s John/Helen?

AU in which John isn't corrupted right away after the source blood. Here, he and Helen have been married for a few months, and Helen is about seven months pregnant with Ashley.

John is only awake at this hour because he'd had his sleep disturbed by the absence of his wife, but as he steps into the kitchen, he wonders if he isn't still dreaming. Because the sight before him is more than unlikely.

Helen stands by the counter, stirring something in a large glass bowl, her posture made awkward by the swell of her stomach. Whatever she's working on smells wonderful, delicious and chocolatey, but that's not the most intriguing part of this tableau.

He chuckles softly, not wanting to startle her. Her eyes sparkle as she looks up at him, but he can't help but tease a little. "Helen Magnus, baking? Never thought I'd see the day."

Even with what few lamps she's lit, he can see the pretty blush spread over her cheeks. "The baby wants sweets," she says. "I felt bad waking the staff. Besides, it's just chemistry, isn't it?"

"I suppose," he agrees, eyeing the sticky concoction in the bowl. Helen turns toward the stove, which he can tell is lit by the temperature of the room, and he reaches out for a taste, but--

"Touch that and I will hit you with a spoon," his wife threatens. "Haven't I explained foodborne illness to you enough times already? There's raw eggs in there, wait until it's baked."

John decides his wisest move right now is to stand back and watch as Helen transfers the substance into a shallow pan and slides it into the oven. "And do you... know how long that will be?"

"I'm going to check it every ten minutes," she decides. "If I'm right, we should end up with something between a fudge and a cake."

That does sound appealing. "I don't suppose I could convince you to rest a bit more while we wait?"

She kisses his cheek, scratching her fingers through her hair. "You know how I feel about you distracting me from my experiments."

John grins, feeling a little dastardly tonight. He wraps his arms around her, stroking the curve of her abdomen in a way that makes her sigh. "As I recall, you seem to enjoy it more often than not."

Helen gives a huff of laughter, but then winces, and he can feel why-- the child is kicking hard enough that he can feel the tiny blows even against his own hand. She rubs her side, her mouth pursing in a displeased moue. "Sorry, my love, but these days, it appears there are limits to that sort of enjoyment."

Privately, John thinks he could expand those limits with a little creativity, but this isn't the hour for that. "No need to apologize," he assures her. "I don't suppose you were planning on sharing your new form of confectionery?"

Helen's eyes twinkle. "Only because I love you very much."

Twenty minutes later, they're seated on top of the duvet on their shared bed, a plate of delightful and chocolatey square between them. Helen gasps around her mouthful and takes his hand, laying it on the rise of her belly. "She likes them," she tells him, and he feels more of the kicks from earlier.

He quite enjoys this new invention too, but at least he manages to finish chewing before he speaks. "Does it hurt?"

She shrugs. "Only when she catches my ribs. Or kidneys. Or lungs."

John shakes his head in disbelief. "I don't really understand how it all... fits in their. Especially seeing as the child has weeks yet to go."

"Most men don't," Helen teases, taking another bite. "You lot get to be blissfully unaware... you'll disappear to the wine cellar with Nikola while I do all the work, and then when you return there will be a baby, and you don't even spare a thought for how it gets out." She huffs and cradles her stomach, making him suspect the child is getting rough again.

Quite honestly, John loathes the thought of abandoning her. But that, too, is too daring a proposition for the wee hours of the morning, so all he says is, "I am well aware of how indebted to you I am, my love." He moves closer to her on the bed and kisses her cheek. "For all eternity."

She turns to kiss him properly then, and she tastes of luxurious chocolate. "And don't you forget it."

John stretches out in the bed, and Helen sets the plate aside before joining him. "Your daughter is pleased."

"Or son?"

"No." Her voice is thick with sleep now as she nestles against him. "Daughter."

"Regardless," John sighs, "I would say your first foray into the kitchen is a resounding success."

"Enjoy it," she tells him, yawning. "I can't say it'll happen again."

John strokes her hair as she succumbs to sleep, and decides that all he's hoping for is more nights like these somewhere down the line.

They've got years and years ahead of them, after all.

[bapydemonprincess]

On account of the magical news we received today, I must request Sebwolf for the ship asks!

When I started shipping it if I did:

Like immediately while I was first getting into the arc the first time I read the volumes on my own gfrufykugl I WAS ALREADY SUCH A EVERYONE FUCKS THE BUTLER TRUTHER BY THEN

My thoughts:

What makes me happy about them:

As I've talked about with @cangrellesteponme in asks they themselves have sent me before... SEBWOLF IS SO FUCKING DOMESTIC!!!!! Like yes, obviously in canon it doesn't appear like it, but you get a prim, proper, old fashioned person like Seb and a fumbling bumbling toll does-his-best and wants to learn and do better, you literally get like, a QUEER VERSION OF PRIDE AND PREJUDICE!!!!

What makes me sad about them:

I think the obvious sad thing is how under appreciated the ship IS considering the arc wasn't animated, and the arc wasn't talked about as much as say the Ripper arc, the Curry Arc, the Circus Arc, the Cruiseline Arc... But hopefully following the anime, it'll pick up some traction! 🤞

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

Well, despite my own blatant horniness at times off and on and the occasional times I can manage to write a smidgen of smut.. like in general.. the most I have seen of this ship on ao3 following ofc right after the manga arcs came out and going forward.. was just hatefucking smut. Just tons of short porn without plot where it was just Wolf giving it to Seb violently and still angrily and yes, I get that sometimes its hot for rough times especially with characters like these, but as someone who has been around and around for years... I'm like... c'mon, guys.... really? You can't think of anything beside that??? 😒 Get some new material smh...

Things I look for in fanfic:

Tbh I haven't actually had time or patience to look for fics in general but what I do like to see, and would love to see more of for Sebwolf is a natural progression into their possible relationship.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

I have dabbled in imagining many a case where there is poly stuff going on, seeing as I hate sticking with ye olde love triangles of yester years... But if it was like, a challenge to attempt to make up a reason and plot as to them splitting or something, whether naturally or.. negatively (IT MAKES ME SAD JUST IMAGINING THAT WEH TwT) I would say Seb obviously has a few options.. like Grelle or Mey or Bard or Agni... And as for Wolf... it's hard to imagine him with anyone outside his interactions with Sebastian.. but I have seen a few takes of him finding companionship with Bard or Agni.. and Bard especially makes sense because they are both soldiers!

My happily ever after for them:

Again here and there I've explored headcanons with Sebwolf, especially involving future stuff like after the contract.. the what-ifs of Wolf finding out Seb is a demon at some point, accepting it and still staying with Seb because Seb loves him and cares about his precious daughter despite being a demon.. and maybe.. further into the future... they have a kid together too... 👀

Who is the big spoon/little spoon:

Nine times outta ten the obvious answer is WOLF IS THE BIG SPOON, SEBASTIAN THE LITTLE SPOON!!!!! Their canon heights say it all, after all! 😉 But getting creative with the possibilities, I can see some nights the poor big former secret soldier needing to be held and cuddles up close, as I wouldn't be surprised if he'd get nightmares of the events back in Germany... TwT

What is their favorite non-sexual activity:

I would say reading English literature would be high up there, as Sebastian wants his German beau to keep improving in his English! As well as them going out together on trips to shop and sight see, so Wolf can spend time during the day with Seb + also work on his social skills! 🖤💚

Thank you for the questions friend!!!! 🥰

Send me a ship or character!!!

[lixenn]

General update

Since I realised it's been ages since I did some kind of progress report on my projects I'd thought I should make a post about the current state of affairs to keep you guys updated properly.

I know this is probably super old news rn but I'm currently in a very low creative mood (I don't really wanna call it an art/writers block? I just tend to have phases in my life where I pretty much don't write or draw anything and I'm in one such phase rn), so I haven't touched my WIPs in ages. I do miss writing a lot but I'm not at the point where I want to force myself to write, so I'm just playing a waiting game at the moment.

So for writing projects:

I'm still stuck on chapter 6 of Causality which ngl is frustrating even after I managed to get over the initial block I had in the writing by switching POVs. I know need to figure out how to handle the different POV which I might take a while? But also might not, I'm too much of a mood writer OTL I would say the chapter is about 70 % done so I just need to finish the draft and edit but again actually finishing it is the struggle, so I'm asking for patience on this 😔

Now the Guide... I was debating doing something special for the one year anniversary on Thursday (which is wild it's been a year TT one year ago I just started working on my thesis and I was delirously happy because I finally found fandom friends) but since I have a job interview on that day which means I will be stressed out of my mind the entire time this is not gonna happen OTL I still have one very vague idea for a Guide chapter in the back of my mind but except for one rule I don't really have that much to base it on so this will require more time and probably a brainstorm session in discord dms. I might - and this is a very big might - share a future scene of Causality that's not super spoiler heavy as a compromise but this kinda depends on if I'm willing to get over my relucatance of sharing sequel stuff. It would fit for White Day cause it's romance... I will think about it lol

Now the work on the wiki is pretty much on hold because after I got the handle on the initial set up I kinda just need to get over myself and write all the entries which... is a lot of work that I'm too low on spoons for at the moment. I'm honestly considering updating Chief's character profile with the new/corrected info that I have in his wiki page because at this point it's going to take me ages until I get the wiki live and the outdated info is nagging at me. It probably wouldn't be too much effort to do but yeah... Maybe you guys could tell me if you are interested in that? Or if you are fine waiting cause at this point I don't mind either way.

Art stuff:

So I currently have two(?) art challenge asks in my inbox still and they will be my priority unless I get a comm but I'm also asking for patience on those 😔 I promise I haven't forgotten, art is just hard too atm so everything takes longer OTL

Otherwise I don't have any active art WIPs but I have two new OC designs sketched that I want to transfer into digital art, so that I can comfortably throw them into the wild. Also I do want to make ref sheets for my main OCs but that shits hard when your art style is all over the place and you don't know how to draw most stuff without finding specific refs. A problem for future Lix I suppose ^^'

General life stuff (aka what am I doing with my time):

I'm pretty much reading fanfic 24/7 and have been doing for weeks. This is a very common state of affairs when I'm trying to cope with stress and don't have energy for creating things, so it's nothing new. I'm pretty sure I can credit my low creative energy on being kinda depressed/anxious/stressed/lonely about my life situation which can mostly be summed up with: hanging in limbo. I'm someone who benefits from structure in my life and since I don't have either work or lectures I'm at loose ends and it's slowly but surely dragging me down. I don't mind the free time but I also feel anxious and uncertain about my future which always sucks. I can't long term plan for shit rn because I have no clue where I will be in a month and that's so fucking annoying TT Also I feel the constant pressure of needing to find a job sooner rather than later and it's a drag, my guys. Theoretically I know that my worth is not depended on what I can bring to society but my heart can't really fully except it especially since I do need the income eventually, I don't wanna bum off my parents for another few months.

So yeah...

I might go rebloge some more ask games just to get some kind of writing done even if it's just answering questions, it's better than nothing and I miss interacting with you folks. Also, I don't want all of my actual posts be me complaining about my current state of affairs because that's just depressing lmao

Anyways! Gold stars to anyone who actually read this massive post that totally got out of hand ⭐ Keep being awesome my dudes!

[the-haunted-office]

Hey, guys. I just wanted to give a sort of heads up/update, sort of.

My energy has been very low since my kid got discharged. Between him keeping me occupied pretty much all day, and appointments, answering phone calls, emails, attending meetings, etc, I am just... exhausted.

I very much want to write and do rp things, I just have extremely limited spoons at the moment, so things are going slow and I don't have the creative energy it takes to come up with unique asks to send and drabbles to write, and the plots I was running on my blog are currently on pause (like the one with James and the haunted fax machine).

I will pick those things back up once my kid is back in school and the situation with the busses are sorted out, which should be next week. This week I've been the one shuttling him back and forth, and with that going on I just haven't had the energy for much else.

So yeah, that's where I am right now. Just... ugh... Thank you for being patient with me. I'll get around to doing more than sending things from memes once things settle back down over here. x_x

[phoenike]

ao3 meme

Thanks for tagging me @natsora, I'm going to try and answer this to see if it cheers me up a bit. Don't feel like much of a writer right now tbh. To start with a sob story, I've been super sick with the worst flu in at least 30 years, nearly sent me to emergency when the pain in my throat wouldn't let me drink. After 10 days I'm still feeling rather weak. Add to that how an old friend of mine passed away about 6 weeks ago, and it's safe to say I haven't felt very creative as of late.

I really don't feel like bothering anyone by tagging them. Whoever sees this, please consider yourself tagged whether we're mutuals or not, and do tag me back if you'd like.

How many works do you have on AO3?

A grand total of 23. Over time, I've orphaned and removed a handful of stories.

What’s your total word count?

539,434

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Size of Perfection (Captain America) 4019

The Leonardo Effect (Assassin's Creed 2) 2421

Unresolved (Mass Effect Andromeda) 1080

That Which Remains (Detroit Become Human) 768

Fragile (Mass Effect 2) 712

Do you respond to comments? Why/Why not?

I respond to all comments left on works in progress. Feedback is so incredibly precious at that point. It's a bit more difficult to find the spoons to reply to comments left on older works, but they still mean a lot.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

A couple of my fics (The Leonardo Effect, Fragile) have epilogues that make the endings bittersweet. My current WIP The Edge of Memory is going to end bittersweetly as well. But I don't think any of these can be called angsty or unhappy in a real sense.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have what I consider HEAs? I suppose I like to instill a little more realism than some other writers. Still, people do get together and the implication is that they stay that way. (Incidentally, I'm still sad that I never finished the wedding epilogue I had in the works for That Which Remains.)

Do you write crossovers?

No

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Years ago I got some not so glowing comments about consent issues in my fics, despite always picking the "author chose not to use archive warnings" category. I've gotten more careful about tagging since then. But the only true hate I can recall receiving was from a certain rather infamous character on ff.net who 'reviewed' TLE and basically accused me of pedophilia because a 17-yo apprentice had a one-sided crush on Leonardo. It was what finally made me stop posting on ff.net.

Do you write smut?

Against my better judgment, yes.

Have you ever co-written a fic?

No

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Whatever I'm currently writing for.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish don’t think you ever will?

My only ever AU, Innamorarmi (AC2), which I finally deemed perpetually unfinished last year and concluded with a chapter that contained an outline for the remaining story.

What are your writing strengths?

This question reminds me painfully of being in a job interview, but I've gotten some nice feedback over the years about my dialog, characterization and descriptions.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Simply getting the words out. Other than a passing episode of inspiration every once in a blue moon, I've always been a slow writer. Also, I tend to put characters in situations that don't create a lot of forward momentum. Mostly they just sit around and talk.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

The occasional expression or short sentence is fine. As long as the writing flows, I don't think the reader always needs to understand every single word.

What’s the first fandom you wrote for?

I wonder if the Donald Duck comics I drew as a little kid count? I suppose the first real piece of fanfic I wrote was for Polidori's The Vampyre in the 90's, it's actually up on AO3. Another really old one was for Elric of Melniboné by Michael Moorcock, on AO3 as well. Whether these can be considered written for a fandom is a different matter. The first 'real' fandoms I wrote for were Dragon Age and Mass Effect.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet, but want to?

There have been some characters I desperately wanted to write for but never found an idea that would have kept me going past the beginning. The latest one was The Emperor from Baldur's Gate 3.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

My favorite tends to be whatever I'm working on at the moment, but if I had to choose between finished stories, I might pick That Which Remains and The Offer, possibly for no other reason than that they are more recent than others and my skills as a writer have improved. I've gotten a bit better about feelings of crushing self-criticism towards finished stories, but it's something I still struggle with from time to time.

[erithel]

just wanted to say I really really really really really love your work!!

I think you're really talented!!! I read more fanfics than fancomics and I found you by the klance fanfic that they crashed into an alternative universe and AAAAAAA its so fucking good (I'm waiting for the next chapters and I don't want to rush you, just do your thing!!! but I think you should know there's people who love your stories and will stay tuned to the updates til the end!!)

I think the ones saying "just kiss already" to your fancomic are seriously needing to re-read the whole comic, they'll see the pace is really not that slow. when I first read it, it was already on the 40-ish page and I it was flowing pretty smoothly, not rushed but not slow either.

just do your thing. fuck them.

That really means so much to me. <3

That story is really important to me, too, and there's some stuff that I'm really excited for you and everyone to read!

Unfortunately it's definitely going slower than I hoped for two reasons.

Because I made a decision in the last chapter that literally changed everything else I had written so far, so I have to basically rewrite the entire next chapter, and

Because of all the comments on my comics and other things, I just haven't had the motivation or spoons to work on anything at all.

And I think that's the most dangerous part of it. Demanding things from creative people who are making content they love can turn that love into pressure and burn out. And it can (and has) demotivated people to the point where they just stop creating.

I'm not saying that's where I am, but I got way closer than I ever wanted to get.

My hope is that people might be a bit more understanding in the future - for me and for others.

[thejadearia]

on chronic illness and being An Artist with Goals

I had wanted to use this blog more frequently and keep up with posting my art or whatever other creative things I was up to, but this past year was a lot. I started the long process of getting all kinds of tests and scans done to figure out why I have chronic migraine, as well as some other chronic health issues. It's been very frustrating because so far we haven't found any solid answers or solutions.

Despite my colossal lack of spoons, I did manage to make a lot and try a lot of new things this year! My original goal was to complete one art piece per month, so at the end of the year I could have a nice 3x4 grid of thumbnails like all the other cool artists and feel accomplished. But pushing through migraines to try to race to finish something for an arbitrary deadline just so I can have a Content makes migraine worse, actually. So this year was also a year to learn how to balance my goals with my health. No self-imposed deadline is worth making myself sicker!

Having the goal really did help me to accomplish more and keep me more focused in where I was putting my energy. At the same time, it gave me the opportunity to learn to be gentle with myself when it became clear I needed to step back and rest. It's a balancing act, and I will be learning and re-learning it probably for the rest of my life, so I may as well do so in a way that isn't so harmful to myself. There's no sense in berating myself for not working on a project when I'm literally in so much pain I can't open my eyes. That's just silly and unrealistic.

It was a fun year even with all the medical stress! I think I will tweak last year's goal a bit for this year: I want to work on something new or try something new each month, and I'd like to have a finished piece each month, but my health takes priority. And I'd like to post here more, but I think I need to let go of the overwhelm of thinking everything I post has to be finished polished Content.

[the-travelling-witch]

Hi hi!!! I hope you're doing well today ^^ Here is a hydration reminder if you need one!!!

I rlly wanted to join with the selfship game (yalls too cute, just read the latest post), I hope these haven't been asked yet; 💐🎡💗 with Childe, Xiao, and Albedo!!

thank you!! i try my best keeping these idiots in check hshsh (also what’s hydration /lh)

💐: How did you two meet?

[answered here]

🎡: What are your favorite activities to do together?

Childe loves dragging me out to spar or work out. And as much as I love it, often enough he pulls me out of bed at the ass crack of dawn. But, although I complain a lot, I know it's a good thing to do, not only to get in some excercise but also to fix my sleep schedule; I do feel a lot better after a sparring session. Especially because I can kick his ass for waking me. ("It still hurts, you know?" - "Good.") Otherwise, cooking or baking together is also a favourite activity of ours. Cleaning the kitchen, however, is not...

"You get a 3 for keeping the kitchen clean but a 10 for knife skills."

"I'll focus on the end of that sentence, thank you very much."

On the calmer side, Xiao and I love exchanging knowledge and traditions of our respective cultures. So, we often teach the other one handcrafts and spend the afternoon making charms or bracelets or flower crowns while soaking up the tranquility surrounding us. On that note, I also really enjoy talking walks together. Xiao has an incredible awareness of all things nature, so there's always something to see. Getting comfy in the shade of a tree with soft grass underneath us, listening to the wind and being greeted by the smell of flowers is another big plus for it.

"I still remember the one time you had your head in my lap; you looked so cute dozing off like that."

"I did not! I was merely resting my eyes."

"Of course you were. But it was still adorable." ^^

Aside from occasionally blowing something up during an experiment, Albedo and I are on the calmer side as well. Most of the time, we end up doing creative work, like painting or writing; even if we don’t work on the same project, just being in the same room while listening to music is already healing enough.

“I am rather fond of working on big projects together though.”

“Oh for sure. I’m not sure how much the others enjoy us turning the house upside down though.”

“I SWEAR TO THE TSARITSA, IF I STEP INTO ANOTHER BUCKET OF PAINT-“

💗: How do you two like to cuddle?

Cuddling with Childe is like having a huge dog who still thinks he’s a tiny lap dog. Seriously, 154cm vs 191cm/ 5ft vs 6.2ft… yeah, I got myself a nice weighted blanket. It even peppers me with kisses!!

No but seriously, Childe almost acts like he’s dying when he can’t hold me close. His favourite thing to do for both hugs and cuddles is holding me from behind; arms wrapped tightly around my waist, my head tugged under his chin and feet tangled or leg slung over my thigh/hip (he’d do it standing up too if I didn’t stop him). If I happen to get up during the night, a) how did I get out of his vice-like hold and b) he wakes up immediately and sits in bed like a lost child(e) until I return.

That being said, I’ve gotten quite used to just being picked up and carried to bed or being pulled down onto the couch, especially after Childe had a hard day at work. But if I tell him to wait, he’ll trail behind me throughout the house until I’m not busy anymore. On the other hand, I also love flopping my entire body onto his, so I get why he does it.

Alternatively to me being little spoon, there are times where he’ll just plop down on top of me and put my hand in his hair so I can play with it. It’s also a peak position for him to steal one or the other kiss.

“Babe, come here?”

“Gimme a sec to finish this real quick.”

“Just say you hate me.” ㅠㅠ

I said it before, Xiao is a little hesitant to initiate physical intimacy and needs a little time to get into it. But it’s not like he’s touch-averse, he’s just very cautious with it because it’s something that has not been very present in his life before. Yet, once it’s been established that this touch is okay, he’ll slowly relax into it.

While I’m normally all for being held, I adore lying face-to-face with him and running my hands through his hair and down his spine. Feeling him tighten his grip on my waist as I press a soft kiss to the diamond shaped mark on his forehead, our hearts beating in sync, is the most gratifying thing there is. I can’t help but giggle when he tucks his head in the crook of my neck in response.

On the other hand, Xiao has no inhibitions when it comes to being protective. If he feels like he has to make sure I’m safe, he has no problems wrapping an arm around my waist, palm resting in the dip of my back. So we’re somewhat evenly matched on holding each other.

Although, I completely understand that it can sometimes be overwhelming to be so physically close. In that case, depending on how we feel, we might settle for just laying our head in the other’s lap or merely linking pinkies. The latter also helps when it’s too hot outside to cuddle but we still want to establish some physical contact.

“My love, is there a reason you’re burying your face in my chest?”

*muffled* “…no”

“Alright then.”

I absolutely love love love sitting in Albedo’s lap with my back to his chest, especially when we’re reading or sketching. But also while binge watching a series, it’s an amazing position for Albedo to point out why what we’re seeing would not actually work in real life. It’s also great to keep his hands busy by playing with and braiding my hair while I can just lean back into his warmth. And since both of us have no concept of time while focused on something, we often end up falling asleep and waking up in a very weird positions.

I also just like curling up at his side and putting my head on his shoulder to see what he’s working on or plopping myself down in his lap while he sits at his desk. It’s healing to just listen to him work away and pressing a few kisses to his collarbones every now and then.

But it’s not like we only ever work while cuddling. Snuggling up together is perfect to talk about our days, what gossip has been going around or what kind of findings Bedo came across today.

“Do you remember the drunk guy who spilled the beans on how he cheated on his wife?”

“From when you went drinking with Kaeya? What about him?”

“She found out today. Man that was a screaming match but wow she dropped some nasty lines.”

“You didn’t get yourself in danger though right?”

“Nah I was pretending to listen to music while browsing the book isle. I could still hear them from across the shop though.”

Also, on a related note… CUDDLE PILES!! Aka peak chaos time

“Get your nasty foot off of me!”

“Only if you move your hand! You’re way too close anyway!”

“I’M too close?? You’re hogging her!!”

“Bedo, are you good?”

“I’m quite fine, stardust, don’t worry about me.”

[self-ship ask game]

[kierancampire]

I'm not saying this to be humble, but I don't think I'm a very intelligent person. I'm shit at maths, I suck at English, basically any school subject I can't do. I'm not super creative, I struggle to think up/do anything original, I don't do formal things or long words, I don't like/understand "artful" or complex things. I can be easy to confuse, I'm shit at reading between lines as I take everything at face value, many people have lied to me. Probably one of my most intelligent aspects is knowing I'm not, and I'm fine with that

However. The amount of times I've had to explain to other adults that things you see in videos/media are not an accurate representation of a whole community on a day to day basis. Like I just wrote out this message for someone who was being kinda mildly derogatory towards cats, a person who also said they've never had cats and haven't had pets for over 20 years, but just base their views on cats from TikTok videos. But I don't get why I need to explain this so much?

This time, sure it was cats. But the reason I threw in that part about black people in America, it's cause I have had to do it many times in that context too. Like the amount of times I've had to break down and explain, spoon feeding it to someone, that things you see in the news or videos about an individual in that moment, not representing a whole community as they live life. Like I said, I don't think I'm a smart guy, yet so many people need this explained to them and I just don't get it? It's like fucking Americans and "British food". I just don't get how/why people see a video or news article of something or someone, then decide that one thing represents that whole area on a constant basis for the rest of time. Maybe it's the life I've lived working with all sorts of animals and meeting all sorts of people, but that just is never a thought that crosses my mind, yet so many people seemingly do live like this