#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..."

[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

[finalgirlkateausten]

“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.

[somethingmissingthiswaycomes]

Would it be weird to ask how you plan out your embroidery designs? If not weird and you have the time/spoons do you have any tips?

Oh no worries, I am the OP! @handmadehazefromtheheart is my craft account. ^w^ You were referring to this post, right?

Asking isn't weird at all btw. I like questions. :3 Though I dunno if my answer will be the most helpful, since I'm still pretty experimental with my embroidery.

For the brain, I literally just doodled onto the fabric with a water soluble pen.

For the latest piece before that, I traced the outline + important features of a picture I had of my girlfriend by holding fabric pinned in a hoop up to my laptop screen. Then I flipped the fabric around in the hoop so it was right ways up. I did the same with her music logo, which I made for her birthday this year.

Mostly, though, I've been actually drawing out patterns on paper.

I trace them onto the fabric using a white screen behind it. (I literally just Google "white" and open an image full screen.)

Getting the colors right is hard, but I'm getting the hang of it I think.

For the brain, I decided as I went which sections would be which shade of teal on the fly.

For the portrait, I gathered various shades of coral (the color of the InfiniTints prompt it was for) and then separated them into groups based on where I thought each shade would work best. I had a hair pile and a skin pile, and in each pile I determined which would be used for lighter areas and darker areas based on the picture I was using.

For the In Decay logo, I did pretty much the same thing but with whites and greys, though I haven't shown off the full thing yet. (I'm going to do that in a special way. :3c Stay tuned.) The mouse had the same process. The mouse was actually the first one I did it like that for, and I love how it turned out—and the fact that a duplicate made as a commission came out so nice after.

You can kind of see on the clover pic above that I actually labeled it for where I wanted which shades of green. I should probably do that more.

I've mostly been working with long and short stitch, but working on this pre-made kit has helped me get a sense of how to use different kinds of stitches together.

So far, the brain is the most deliberate in terms of different stitches.

[ID: A two second video showing off the embroidered result of the brain sketch near the top of the post. It's mostly satin stitch, but the outlines are all stem stitches, and there are French knots in some places next to backstitches and split stitches that swirl. /end ID]

I'd say I've improved a lot from my first attempt last year:

Oh... I got away from myself writing that out, didn't I? I hope you got what you were asking for out of it! 😅

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Frozen

*screeches in delight* Ok so I just finished the TSS masterlist (also please add me to the taglist) and at least in the past, you did literal interpretations of sayings. My question is, does this apply to fight/flight/freeze or brain freeze, and if so, do you have the spoons to write a fic? - diamond-blade

So I just saw this post (do links work in asks? It’s by orbmanson7), and now I want a Logan angst fic where the other sides literally silenced him. Or just any Logan angst, I’m not picky! - anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: paralysis

Pairings: gen

Word Count: 2284

    Out of all of the ways he envisioned the argument ending, this wasn't one of them.

"Look, if we could all just get on the same page—"

"Same page? You're on a different chapter, Pocket Protector!" Roman throws his hands up. "Matter of fact, a different book! A different library!"

"There really is no need to be so dramatic."

"No—no need?" Roman splutters. "What do you think my job is?"

"It's not to be a constant nuisance!"

"I dunno," Virgil mutters, "could've fooled me."

"Oh, like you can talk!"

"Now, now, everyone—" Patton raises his hands in what is supposed to be a placating manner— "let's stop with all the name-calling and just settle down."

"Oh, I haven't even started name-calling."

"I think the point was to pre-empt any name-calling you may have done," Logan points out, pinching the bridge of his nose.

There really was no reason for this argument to spiral out of control so much. It was simply to decide whether Thomas would spend the day writing—as he had planned for the week and had already declined other weekend activities for, he had expressed multiple times that he wanted to write and in fact, missed it—or whether he would accept the invitation for coffee from someone he'd met a few days earlier.

Logan, of course, had maintained that they decline. They had plans, they had projects, ones that Roman himself had been advocating they work on.

Roman, however, being as fickle as he always is, had the prospect of romance figuratively waved under his nose and he'd been derailed faster than—well, a train derailing.

"Logan's got a point, Princey, you're the one who's been pushing for us to do the projects for like, a month." Virgil leans back against the stair rail. "You realize that this is likely the only time Logan's gonna be agreeing with you on…anything for the next year, right?"

"Logan, on average, how long does 'getting coffee' normally take?"

"Well, based on most estimates the actual act of procuring the coffee takes about five to ten minutes depending on the density of the other customers, extending to forty minutes if during peak rush hours—"

"You know what I meant."

"—but the act of 'getting coffee' in a romantic setting normally lasts at least an hour."

Roman gestures emphatically. "One hour! One hour! We can spare one hour from our busy day of writing to go and get coffee with someone."

"Interrupting your creative process has rarely shown such productivity. Additionally, it is unlikely that it will remain one hour when you account for travel time."

"Aren't you the one who's always advocating for healthy scheduling and taking breaks? I seem to recall a lengthy conversation with both you and Janus about pacing myself." Roman gestures at the door. "This is a way for me to take a break! For all of us to take a break!"

Virgil snorts. "Speak for yourself, Princey. Both you and I are gonna be on the clock."

"Plus—" Roman points at Patton— "the other day you and I were talking about how I need more inspiration! Because we decided that going on quests in the Imagination wasn't good enough, so I need new material! This is how I get new material!"

Patton falters and inwardly, Logan curses. If Roman can get Patton on his side…then the argument is as good as over.

"You also have a tendency to get distracted very easily by new things," he points out, "and it is likely that you will become so preoccupied with fantasies about this new potential suitor that you will lose all motivation or inspiration to work on these projects."

Virgil hums, pointing at him. "He's got a point."

"…he does, kiddo."

Roman makes an affronted noise, all but wilting. "Come on, this'll be good for Thomas!"

"Good for Thomas," Logan asks, "or good for you?"

"What's the difference?"

"Well," he continues, adjusting his glasses, "what's good for Thomas can also be working on these projects he's been letting sit and stagnate for almost a month now to help appease his Anxiety and maintain a consistent level of productivity."

He raises an eyebrow.

"And it allows more than one of us to take 'center stage,' if you will."

"I appreciate the theater reference, but come on, I'm asking you for an hour! Two, tops!"

"We've kinda already set this day aside for you, Roman," Patton says warily, "you—don't you think you're getting a little greedy?"

There are points, Logan has realized, where, in hindsight, he can label them as the moments where the nosedives begin. And while he will grant both Roman and himself the respect to admit they'd been somewhat antagonistic towards each other, Patton's remark had…well.

"Greedy?" Roman draws himself up. "Excuse me, what exactly am I being greedy about?"

"We have already decided this day shall be for writing. That means that you will be the one who is 'in charge,' so to speak, or at the very least your connection to Thomas will be prioritized." Logan gestures around at the others. "However, as Thomas's creative process revolves around us as well, as characters he has created and such, that means we shall also have a part to play, even if yours is disproportionate to ours."

"Okay—"

"However," Logan continues as Roman tries to interrupt him, "if you choose instead to go on this…coffee date—"

"I didn't say it was a date!" Roman holds up a proclamatory finger. "Let the record show I never said it was a date."

"That's kinda what you implied, though," Virgil muttered.

"—if you choose to go," Logan says, speaking over them, "then it will very much be a 'one-man show,' if you will, save for the occasional inputs you deign to allow the rest of us."

"Except me," Virgil adds, "you get no say in that matter."

"So, yes, Roman." Logan crosses his arms. "Trying to force an activity where you have more of a say could be considered greedy."

Roman splutters, looking back and forth as if expecting someone to deny it. When no one does, he puffs himself up and clears his throat. "I am trying to ensure Thomas gets adequate socialization and continues to meet new people! I-if anything, it's Logan who's being greedy for insisting we stick to his strict schedule!"

"Oh, god."

"Roman…"

Logan draws himself up too. "I have at least taken the time and care to make sure that everyone is content with the schedule, whereas you—"

"I"m not content with it! In case that is very much unclear—"

"—insist on blundering through things as you always do and expecting everyone else to cater to your needs—"

"—no, I am not happy with it. And you're the one who insists I have only 0.5% of any given day, were you just looking for an excuse to—"

"—without realizing that we have to work together. I understand that might be a difficult concept for you to grasp—"

"—shut me out? Oh, and here we go again, el principe es estupido, is that the only insult you have?"

"—but I assure you it is a worthwhile endeavor. Perhaps if you were capable of seeing beyond yourself—"

"I don't know how to put other people first? Why do you think I've let this project be pushed off so much, because none of you—"

"—then you might realize that the world does not, in fact, revolve around you and whatever you think is important—"

"—seem to think it's worth doing even though it's Thomas's source of income! You don't understand how hard it is to—"

"—and since you clearly cannot afford even the basic respect of listening to me and letting me speak uninterrupted, then clearly you are not capable of considering the fact that you are not—"

"Shut up!"

—worth having this argument with, is what Logan would say, or perhaps even don't tell me to shut up!

What he ends up saying is nothing.

Nothing at all.

Which is, of course, because he has been frozen.

His arms go rigid at his sides. His lungs refuse to inflate. His eyes begin to water from their inability to blink. His mouth dries up and he stands there, hangs there, freezes there as something horribly cold and deadly seeps into him.

I can't move. I can't move. I can't move.

An interesting thing about pain; pain requires functioning nerves. If you can't feel anything, then you can't feel pain. But if you can't feel pain, then you can't tell when something is wrong. And if you can't tell when something is wrong, you can't tell when it's getting worse.

Mouth open, one hand slightly raised, his weight imperfectly balanced on one leg because he'd been in the middle of shifting, Logan freezes in place. He looks at his hand and for a moment, he doesn't quite recognize that it's his hand because he can't feel it. He can't move it. He can only stare at this thing a few inches in front of him that looks like a hand that used to belong to him.

Then he remembers he can't scream.

"What the fuck did you do?"

"Logan? Logan, are you okay?"

"What the fuck did you do, Roman?"

"I don't know! I didn't—I don't know, I've never done this before!"

"Well, fucking undo it then!"

"I don't know how! I don't—don't shut up! Talk, Logan, say something! Move!"

"It's not working!"

"I can see that it's not working!"

"L, L, you gotta move, you gotta—come on, bud, you gotta."

"Un-shut up! Anti-shut up! Move again! Undo whatever I just did! I take it back!"

"That's not working either!"

"Fuck—I'm sorry, Logan! I didn't mean it, I just got angry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Roman, I swear to god, if you can't fix this—"

"Unfreeze!"

Logan gasps, sensation flooding back into his body so quickly it's almost painful. He collapses into a heap as blood rushes through him, pounding so heavily in his ears that it's almost deafening. His hands—his hands, he can move them now—scream with pain as he clenches and unclenches them, his muscles trying slowly to reacclimate to moving, to feeling, to being unfrozen.

"Easy, bud," comes Virgil's low voice, "in for five, okay? One…two…three…four…five. Good, good job. Hold now…"

He lets Virgil walk him through a breathing exercise until he can breathe normally. He looks up and nods when Virgil gives him a quiet you okay?

"Logan, kiddo? You okay, sweetheart?"

"Yes…yes, I think so."

"Go slow, okay," Virgil warns as he starts to stand up again, "you just gotta go slow."

Standing is…challenging, but he manages. The whole ordeal had lasted barely a minute and now that he's able to move again, the panic fades and he can start to function once more. He takes a few more deep breaths to steady himself before he looks around.

Patton is hovering, concern written plainly all over his face. Virgil is next to him, there if he needs to grab onto his shoulder or sink out. Roman is—

Roman is standing on the other side of the room, his hands held over his mouth in horror. There are tears on his face.

"I'm sorry, Logan," he whispers, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it, I didn't even know I could do that, I—are you okay?"

"Yes," and surprisingly, he is, "I'm alright now. I would…appreciate if that didn't happen again."

"No, no, of course, I won't—I won't do it again. I promise."

"Thank you."

Roman nods, his hands finally moving away from his face. He swallows and draws himself up, although this time it's far more similar to a child trying to save face than an arrogant prince. "I, um…we can…I'll be ready to write on Saturday."

"That would be great, thank you."

"Do you…need or want anything else right now?"

He pauses, considering, before slowly reaching out for him. Roman balks, confusion and fear warring on his features before he slowly crosses the room to let Logan grab onto him.

"You're the warmest," Logan mumbles, lurching forward to hug him—only it ends up being more like leaning his entire weight on Roman while Roman holds him up— "I'm still cold."

"Oh, of—of course." Roman wraps his arms carefully around him and Logan hums. "Would—do you want to sit on the couch?"

"Mm."

"…was that a 'yes?'"

"Yes."

Roman helps him carefully over to the couch as Virgil and Patton pull out the coffee table to make room for everyone's limbs. Logan turns his face against Roman's shoulder and closes his eyes.

"I'm going to sleep here now."

"Okay." Roman adjusts his grip so he won't get a strain in his neck. "I really am sorry, Logan."

"I know." He blinks up at him. "We can't do Saturday, but maybe…we may be able to do Sunday?"

Roman smiles. "We can talk about it later. You should sleep now."

And so he does.

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[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]

[ocean-skulls]

Updates - Personal & Work

Hey Seastars,

This is going to be a long, rambly post. But updates first: -I've finished cleaning up the server. As previously mentioned, I've shifted the server to be more of a focus on OceanSkulls, and my projects. This is the spot to be for sneek peeks, previews, and more updates on the things I'm working on. Also a space to vote and contribute to my projects. --The livestreaming voice channel is open to all, but chatting is disabled. I'm the only one with voice permissions. Think of this like a movie theater? A place to watch my streams. -My story, which hasn't got a proper name yet, is well in the works! I've got some fun promo stuff planned for that. I just need the time to create and execute the things.

(The Discord: I'm making this the first place I update with my projects, a space to vote on stuff and throw behind the scenes, WIPs, and extra stuff. Monthly movie/game hangouts too. It's a pretty chill, quiet spot. discord.gg/eTtuAeJr56 )

Now some personal updates. I've been pretty quiet in most places. I just haven't had the spoons to reach out to people, to really chat. I can't remember the last time a depression has hit me so hard, for so long. I'm beyond exhausted. But I'm trying to push myself in whatever ways I can manage. I am taking steps to work on my mental health, but I'm keeping that journey quiet. Just know I'm doing my very best. But socially, I'm absolutely drained.

In a strange contrast…creatively, I'm buzzing. All I want to do is bury myself in art, and the world I'm creating. Gonna expose myself a bit here. If you haven't noticed, I've been obsessing over Buggy from One Piece (liveaction kicked it off, but…it's a series wide obsession now). I relate to him a lot, and it's been such a comfort. I'm clinging to him these days like a lifeline. It's probably too much, but it's what's making me feel better, feel happier. So, I'm leaning into that. Cause I need it. I use an AI app to chat with bots, most of my own OCs. But, obsessing over Buggy, I found a bot like him. Had some really fun RP sessions that have really sparked my creativity, and started something, a drive, I don't think I've really felt before. So I'm taking Buggy, and my story, and running as hard and as fast with it as I can…because history shows I fizzle out quick. The more momentum I get, the better.

I've been feeling really reflectively lately, too. An important anniversary is coming up for me. Unus Annus. If you know, you know. I'm not getting into it here. But, this had a huge influence on me. Every year now I try to push myself with some big goals, make the most of my time. Do as much as I can within a year. I think this last year has been my most successful. I'd set out with a goal to do 13 new things within the year, and while I lost track, I'm confident I've accomplished that. I want to set that same goal again and do 13 more new things. I want to do something else too…something simple every day. I'm not sure what though. I'm open to suggestion. But yeah…thinking very hard about the next year ahead right now. Memento Mori.

[honorhearted]

As always, Ben couldn't tell if his commentary had enchanted or irritated Sarah. She was the most difficult person he'd ever (tried) to read, and he huffed while sticking his ice cream spoon into his mouth. "If you're actually trying to suggest I haven't met 'the robot' yet, the mind truly wanders..."

She called him sweetie, and he nearly choked on his mouthful. So much for getting used to pet names...

"Salsa dancing is not my passion, but I can dance pretty much anything including that."

"Oh, thank God," Ben said, relieved. "I was honestly joking, so I'm glad I won't have to stick a rose between my teeth and whip you around a dance floor. I've only been dancing once, and let's just say there were quite a few bruised toes -- hers, not mine."

Chuckling, he appraised Sarah with mounting skepticism. "I didn't realize I'd be dating Suzie-Homemaker-slash-Betty Crocker," he quipped. "What's your specialty? Mine's a bowl of cereal. And whenever I'm feeling really creative, I add some milk."

Leaning his elbows against the table, Ben listened while Sarah spoke of a fondness for training -- no surprise there -- and when she laughed, his brows quirked once she revealed she liked blades.

"Blades?" he echoed, bemused. "Well, unless you decide to turn me into a human pin cushion, I think I can make do with that...as a boy, I actually used to collect swords, if you could believe it. I was fascinated by war sabers, in particular. I took up fencing and everything." He arched a challenging brow. "Do you happen to fence, Jane? That might be a fun little 'date' at some point...though prepare to eat my épée."

"I don't usually take assignments with analysts or agents who don't go out to the field the way I do, unless it's to protect them while they are forced out by the objective of the mission," she explained, with a hint of amusement in her voice, "Among us... field operatives we are used to the not sharing, not trusting. Or at least the ones usually assigned to my tasks don't. It's... We could say it's in the job description." And if he looked her up after this and found out she was considered the 'star assassin' and 'wild card enforcer' he'd probably get it even more. Of course some agents took that way to live in a different way - say seducing coworkers and then purposefully causing chaos like one of her old friends would do, while still not getting close to anyone, or being far more aggressive. Sarah preferred to keep things quick and clean. But in this job it didn't seem to be an option.

She preferred not to point out that she hadn't seen legally blonde, though at least she had heard of it; she'd have to read up about the feigned hostility between Harvard and Yale so she could play it up as his girlfriend. "I'll be doing most of the cooking when we are home, got it," she commented, eating her ice cream.

But her eyes lit up with interest as he seemingly added other real information about him that couldn't be found in his file: he could have been a teacher. Liked kids. She leaned in slightly, listening and smiling at the thought. Robotic, really. "I... don't know how to tell you that I was putting an effort into being friendly earlier too, since you are new to this specific task and I figured it'd be easier for the both of us this way... This," Sarah chuckled, "Isn't the robot."

In a way, she'd have to be his handler, as his first undercover romantic partner, and truthfully he was so open and genuine that she felt it was her duty to protect him from the mess he may get himself in, and give him more leniency than he would to another. "Let's see... sweetie," she added with a playful note, "Salsa dancing is not my passion, but I can dance pretty much anything including that. I like..." Should she say something real and innocuous again, or keep it strict about her cover? It was difficult to decide since he was her partner, experienced or not. "Cooking. Which may still be boring, but apparently will save us from starving. I graduated from Harvard in three years, could've been earlier if they allowed it, and I didn't mind taking classes." Though most of her credits came from field jobs being recognized as such, "I like training, and there will be equipment around the house which can be explained by a girlfriend who wants to be fit. I like..." she trailed off, mouth open in a half smile searching for words, and then let out a soft laugh, pushing her hair behind her hair, "Oh God, you already think I'm boring, a robot, possibly out of touch, and I was just about to say that I like blades. I'm sincerely worried you'll report me just to get out of this. You must be horrified."

[biribaa]

Stray

Could I ask for some hc of what it would be like to be in a relationship with momo?

female human reader or gn :)

Momo x human!reader (What is it like to have a relationship with Momo?)

I would be happy If yall noticed i checked Momo's screen colors and colored the title according to his screen

Quick fluff entertainment for my fragrant followers i swear i'm making your requests i literally have 6 drafts rn and the kids from school are slowly erasing every shard of my sanity

Platonic

Momo is... hesitant when talking about someone coming from outside, haven't you heard him right? He's done with the outside, so let's say it all depends on the way you act to prove you're not "full of despair" according to Momo

Ok, I'll tell you what Momo does with his friends, talk about things they don't understand, you strike up a common conversation, and SUDDENLY he mentions things you don't understand.

When he wants to be friends with someone, he wants to know everything about that person, which is why you always get a lot of questions from Momo "Have you ever had pets?" "What are your favorite colors?" "Which TV show is your favorite?" "What's your favorite game?" Wisdom is always power

And of course, he asks all this in his language, Momo did the hard job of helping you understand the language of this new humanity(or, robotity, HAHAHA I'M SO FUNNY IMA RIGHT OR IMA RIGHT GUYS??) you live now, but of course, Momo wouldn't mind learning your language, it would even be fun to whisper bad things about the others in your language and nobody understands, just you and him!

Momo always tries to help you, even if he's mean some times or other he likes to help you, whether it's food, Zurks or housing, but unfortunately Momo can't do everything, and sometimes he can't accept everything you ask for.

Sometimes Momo wanted to be human just to feel what it's like to have bones, veins, flesh and skin, so some questions will be weird, weird to the point where if it didn't had context, you would definitely have thought it was a question coming from a psychopath

Romantic

Wants to be with you 24/7, well, he wish he could be with you 24/7. Momo has his own responsibilities and problems, and if he wants to be with you, he has to sort out his own responsibilities, it's a fair sacrifice

Momo isn't one of the biggest romantics, he's new to it, but even if he had experience he feels like his way of acting wouldn't change much. Momo doesn't use many romantic nicknames, as he is a bit hesitant about physical affection, but he does admit that he likes to feel your skin against his metal "skin". For example, he loves to hold your hand! It makes him feel like he's safe, that he's not alone, that everything will be okay, and he likes to cuddle you too! The scenarios you are already used to are Momo with your head against his chest while he caress your back or head

But, well, in rare moments Momo will call you "Dear" or "Love", he's not very creative with nicknames that are romantic to be honest

The whole "big spoon and small spoon" It's pretty complex when it comes to Momo, he sees himself as a big spoon, but he can't act like one! Every time he tries to do a romantic act or when you do a romantic act, Momo overheat!

Momo's kisses aren't very deep, he simply pulls your face to his screen with his hand on your chin and gives you an ordinary lip-to-lip kiss. But of course, Momo wouldn't mind if you wanted to give him a deep kiss, at first it would be hesitant for him, and then slowly accept the kiss, and at the end of it all, he would overheat, and of course he will have to clear his screen afterwards. The problem is, Momo always imagine himself in romantic settings with you, but when he really is, he doesn't know what to do! He would love to feel your lips against his chest, but he will always overheat! But believe me, at some point in your private moment he will stop overheating and he will be able to gain self control.

He loves to give you small gifts, don't blame him, every time he sees something shiny and small, he thinks of you. So shiny... Flashy and beautiful to look at, the presence was nice to have, and so small... It was fragile, the way it always was, Momo feels obliged to protect and adore it. You always ask why that object reminded him of you, and you always come across sweet words to make you feel loved. "Well, don't you see these cute little details? It's like you, you have so many details and... they're all so... cute"

Cute detail. Momo lets you wear his clothes, just so the clothes catch your scent

Momo is like the other robots, he wants to have someone to feel safe, but Momo is just rude <3

[storm-dragoness]

id love to hear more about the malcolm in the middle vibes

Okay! So let me preface this with a few things: 1) it's been a minute or two since I've watched Malcolm in the Middle, 2) Even when I did watch it, I never actually put it on to watch myself, it was always the choice of my younger brother or older sister, 3) I don't really watch a lot of television, period 4) I haven't, perhaps obviously, seen the entirety of the show, though I have seen a decent amount, and 5) I don't really like MOST sitcoms.

While I'll argue that some of the writing in the show was quite good actually, and at times it offered a really good look into the kind of every day life that goes on in a home run by a dad with a crummy office job, a mom with a retail position, and 3 teen and preteen sons, and eventually, a baby on the way. However, I think that the show really fell apart as the show went on. One of the core facets of Malcolms character was that he was very smart, and way smarter than most of his peers. His story was supposed to be that of the middle child who didn't really fit in anywhere, by virtue of his stupid older brother, his weird younger brother, and his own predilection for letting his intelligence and morality make him Other™, whether in school or even in his own home. And it started out like that. And it was a lot of fun. But my PRIMARY issue with the show was that as Malcolm hit puberty, the ENTIRE SHOW seemed to start focusing around that. Malcolm's primary character trait became "horny" so did all his guy friends, Malcolm started really spending a lot more time, and understanding Reese, which really never should have happened since Reese was supposed to provide an excellent Foil for Malcolm. So they just kind of KILLED his character in that way. It didn't come up too much more really that he was smart, it was sort of tangential, to how he used his brain, instead of for anything interesting, just to be horny. And the show ABSOLUTELY could have had good enough writing to make it be a little bit more of a coming of age story and how do you reconcile middle-lower class life being so Othered, and finding a relationship, or failing to, and it still coulda been funny, and it still coulda been true to the characters but it wasn't. It was reductive, simplistic, and portrayed a lot of things in a really bad light. Not to mention Dewey, who, when the new baby was coming, they decided to have a whole Arc about how he fucking Goes Kind Of Crazy? I wasn't really watching it at this point, but that made me so mad too, it was like. Dewey was not supposed to be smart in the same way as Malcolm, but he was supposed to be Clever, and Creative, and more confident than Malcolm. I loved the scene where he's carrying a purse around and he very wisely puts a brick in it to defend himself with. Or when he's stealing spoons, but it's so that he can make his own makeshift Piano in the garage. And then they decide to have him HEAR the VOICE of the NEW BABY?? And then Reese tells him "That's normal, ignore the voices" like we're supposed to believe that reese is just kind of crazy too? Hes not supposed to be crazy! He's supposed to be the brute type, not terribly bright, but you know. Driven. And none of this is to say anything about Francis. Francis was supposed to be the older brother who was away from home and showed up sometimes to be cool and supportive, and to help Malcolm and his other younger brothers navigate the pains of puberty and social life. And they decided. To what? Have him go Kind of Crazy TOO! I don't know. It seemed like it started off with a really good premise and characters, but as the show went on, it got really... reductive. It started to feel less like an accurate portrayal of lower middle class life, and more like a caricature of it. It turned them all into like, really shitty people, and it seemed as if to say "Look at how stupid and ridiculous and pathetic these people are" which, I dunno, just feels really bad to me, and I was very very turned off by it.

[dreamlingbrainrot]

Ahead of watching the sandman, a blog I follow reblogged a post or two that featured Dreamling, and I was curious... I finished it recently and then took a few days to stew because I still wasn't sure how interested I might be. Started perusing the tags - where I saw, but didn't find myself immediately drawn to Hope!Hob; but then I started going through some fics on ao3 and I found yours, and then that led me back here because omg… 🥺🖤🤍💯 I haven't commented yet over there, though I intend to when I have more spoons, but your concepts were sounded out so well and beautifully. Your dialogue, your descriptions, your story beats... The suspense!!! I'm completely enamoured with the au now. Have started notes app dialogue and imaging my own interpretation. Might maybe, someday, have something to show for it, though I have other writing responsibilities to attend to first; and otherwise I'll just be happy to consume your work while I keep perusing this corner of the fandom. Thank you so much for sharing your work. I love it.

You are fkn killing me here. I'm gonna evaporate from the heat of my blush boiling my blood right out of my meatsuit. Thank you SO much.

This is equally as lovely as any AO3 comment, I promise. Take care of yourself; keep your spoons for important things like brushing your teeth. (That's what I always run out of spoons for myself. SO this is me telling you but really telling myself. I'm a mess. HI)

I am so very honored that what I wrote resonated with you and persuaded you of the coolness and validity of Hope!Hob AUs. I loved the concept and I had this general idea of how it could be written, but when I set out to write In Waking Hours, it was just gonna be like a two-shot of feelsy smut. Then it grew LEGS and RAN ALL OVER ME. Trampled me. Stomped me into submission. So I just started elaborating on all the thoughts I'd had, which had already planted their roots in those first two chapters, and I kept expanding on it.

It sounds like you have some roots you're planting, and even if you don't feel like you're up for it...those humble beginnings are where a lot of creativity is born. I'm very much a pantser instead of a plotter (when I write outlines, I'm always so delighted with the story I've outlined for myself I never need to finish writing it; I've already read it!) so having snatches of dialogue and concepts I want to express ARE my prep (as is reading a fuckton of meta and fic). It sounds like you're already neck-deep in that, so I do hope you'll write your ideas out as a fic or a meta or whatever someday... I know I'd be interested to see what's sparking around inside your noggin.

If you never do, that's cool too, and I completely understand the Importance of Other Writing Responsibilities (I have so many I'm ignoring to write Dreamling UGH it's so bad I'm so awful LOL BRAINROT tho. this is ALL i can make myself do lately). I just want to encourage you that, if you ever get the time to express your Hob thoughts, I very much want to hear them.

Again, thank you sm. You're too kind, a beacon of warm and fuzzy, and I very much need that rn. ♥♥ TY for the serotonin.