#let me bookmark hunny

[your-favblondie]

'*•.¸♡ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬♡¸.•*'

(This is one of my first times writing in the past few years and my first time writing in this way so please give me any criticism and any tips you guys may have!! Now on to the story :3)

Word Count: 625

Thank you to everyone who participated in the poll. Our winner was everyone's favorite emo, Choso!! I hope you enjoy the story and if you did leave a like or a comment down below!

Choso is soo sweet but also soooo sooo inexperienced in his relationships.

He probably has only dated one or two people before you if you aren't his first relationship.

He texts like a Victorian gentleman, uses no slang, and has perfect punctuation.

"Hello Sweetheart, I hope this message finds you well. Tell me how your day has been? Love, Choso"

His room is like a teenager's room, with posters and little collections of his favorite things, and on a shelf above his desk, he has pictures of you and his brothers, plus any gifts you've ever given him! (super sentimental) Has a matching couple's bracelets sitting on his desk for you two. ( Shhh he's gonna surprise you)

He's a very clean person! ( no dust shall cover his room) The type to always offer to help with dishes if he eats at another person's house.

Gives you little flowers he found and if you're going on a trip and he won't see you for a while he'll dry some flowers inside a book and give them to you! (he'd also do this on the regular for you and make bookmarks for you if you're an avid reader)

his love language is def gift-giving and touch!! holds your pinky with his, lets you hold onto his arm when you're out in public, and holds you from behind while you're talking with other people.

When he's sick he'll try and hide it because he feels like getting sick makes him weak and useless. ( Once you realize this you'll have to persuade him to let you take care of him. )

At the start of the relationship, I'd feel like he wouldn't be very into PDA mostly because he isn't all too used to it and hasn't been exposed to other couples doing PDA in front of him. But after a few years, it'll be the exact opposite problem will cling to you like a koala bear. Hugs from behind, sweet neck kisses, arm hung loosely around your waist, etc... He can't be away from his darling for too long or he might die!!

uses dramatization for humor, it started off as his version of trying to be sarcastic after you explained to him sarcasm. But he didn't quite catch on...

" Be careful Choso!" you called out to him as he pushed off to the ice skating rink. Recently the icey weather has made it possible to open up a skating rink so you and Choso decided to go and give it a try. Choso says he's great at skating since he and his brothers skated all the time at their non-ice skating rink. You tried to explain to him that they weren't exactly the same but didn't have the heart to break his confidence. Now you rush to put your skate on as your boyfriend waits patiently, well about as patient as a puppy, for you to join him. " let's go," he says holding your hand gently as you both step onto the rink, and for a second you think he might be okay. For a second only though... CRASH Now you stare at your boyfriend whose face planted right onto the ice and was still lying on the rink not being able to get up. as he keeps slipping back down your laughter only grows, you reach your hand out to him to help him steady himself, "I think you may be the greatest skater I've ever seen hunny" You tease. As he rises his face is full of confusion and he turns to look at you. "Baby I think to be a good skater you have to be able to stand?" He corrects you. "I'm being sarcastic chos- " "What is sarcastic?"

now every time he sucks at something he quickly jokes that he is the absolute best at it

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. I plan on continuing writing when I have the chance so please leave suggestions in the comments down below! I would greatly appreciate it! I may even do an NSFW ver. of Choso headcannons.

[stressedlawsecretary]

Today's Focus

08.26.24 - God Monday has rolled around again and all I want to do is be in bed. At least it's gorgeous outside; maybe I'll get up from my desk more and get some sun. I got my new debit card in so at least I can run to the convenience store for a drink or something.

Work - Literally left nothing for myself, so whatever I get asked to do today will be work lol. Nobody worked Thurs or Fri last week lol.

Background Noise - I am back in the office so I am back to binging YT and I have quite a mix of shit on there now so let's see what I can watch fast considering a lot of these are literal documentaries and then some.

I did 25 videos over the weekend, which is really not bad considering I run errands, am social, and do thinks like watch movies with hunny on the weekend.

Study - Monday is case law day and it's pretty quiet around here today so I'm hoping to do some of that studying.

I actually read something over the weekend: three related wikis to the two temporarily bookmarked wikis I read, plus like eight random news articles.

Extras - Monday means I clean out the catbox from the weekend and go back to cooking; we're doing lemon pepper drumsticks with rice and roasted zucchini/squash. It's WTFIWWY day and I'm hoping to get like three videos I've saved back for hunny to watch with me. I already did writing today; I'll work on more of that at work and when I get home I might color before I settle down for a chapter of my book tonight.

[yoncevevo]

dirtyroulette.. get into it..

PUT ME AWWWWNNNNN!!!

[klaus-is-the-real-number-1]

She moves in her own way (Number 5 x reader)

Ask: Could you do a Five x reader where the reader is sarcastic like him, but polar opposites at the same time? Like they are scared to talk in public and prefer tea with milk and sugar, they try to be very kind and sweet to others. They bonded over a book they were reading in a coffee shop and starting talking there, they were super shy, but after a few minutes of conversation Five got them to open up?

A/N: Hope you enjoy this! I changed it up a bit to being in a library first like getting the book then into a coffee shop. i uh posted this then deleted it so this is like version two that might be better but now im just stressin,, this could also be made into a pt 2 tbh

Words: 1559

Books towered high in the dimly lit building, the smell of paper resonating throughout with history dripping from every page. Aimlessly, your fingers skimmed over the spines of the many books, the worn down fabric feeling like a secret code telling all their secrets of every reader. As you walked you waited for a book to call out to you, for you to read every word as if it was the last time you would ever see a book again. Then a calling came, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. Pulling the book from its tightly packed shelf, you peer at the familiar cover; a book that you could recite every word without flaw yet every time you read it you felt like a child opening a toy on christmas. Gently, your thumb ran over the endented title of the book, The Odyssey by Homer.

Book in hand you walked down the stairs, hand running down the wooden banister that leads to the desk, it was a familiar walk down the spiral steps. Your gentle steps echoed throughout the library as you descended, preparing your library card to sign the book out for what must be the near 20th time. Smiling at the familiar receptionist, you slid the book along with your card towards her and watched her scan your card before taking the slip out of the front of the book, just before she scanned it she looked at it to be met with line after line filled with your name from checking it out.

“Hun,” She says as she just puts the slip back into the book. “I’m going to let you keep this book.” Before you could even open your mouth to protest she cut you off. “I insist, hunny, you seem to be the only one who ever signs it out and we can always order another.”

“Thank you so much.” You smile at her, slipping the book, your book, into your bag. She slides your card back over the counter towards you and winked as you picked it up, smiling again, you head towards the doors and onto the busy road. The streets were bursting with life, cars beeping and whizzing past and people loudly talking. It was a contrast to your slow quiet life, keeping out of the way and too yourself as much as possible. Most would see it as a tragedy but the ability to lose yourself into another world is something magical, to shut away all your problems and become someone else.

One drop of rain fell from the ever darkening sky, only to turn into two, to three to be an increasingly heavy stream, your pace quickened as you saw the neon light for the town diner coming into view, offering itself as a safe haven from the ever worsening weather. The bell chimed as you walked in, warm air hitting your face as it snuck out the door behind you before you could close it.

Once you were in you spot an empty table in the corner, out of the way of everyone and pull out The Odyssey, eyes reading the words that you had read over and over again. Your finger danced over the page as you read, getting ready to turn the page.

“Tell me, O Muse,” A boy said as he slid into the seat opposite you. “of the man of many devices-”

“Who wandered full many ways after he had sacked the sacred citadel of troy.” You finish the sentence and lock eyes with him, only to look back down to your book when his eyes started to linger for too long, making your face turn red. You knew all too well the opening lines to the Odyssey, not even having to think about what came next.

“What can I get you guys today?” The waitress smiled at you both, yet the boys calculating eyes never left yours.

“Please can I get a tea?” You asked softly.

“With sugar and milk?” You just nod at her and smile, watching her return the gesture.

“Coffee,” He says still looking at you before sharply flicking his eyes to the waitress. “black.” Then his eyes landed right back on you.

“Thank you.” You say to the waitress before she walked away, your eyes trail down to your book but become distracted as holes were being burnt into your soul. “You know it’s rude to stare.” A smirk broke across his face at your words, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest.

“I didn’t realise people causally read Homer.” His eyes continued to burn into yours, clearly enjoying your ever reddening cheeks.

“Can one not enjoy a classic piece of literature?” You posed, placing your bookmark into the worn book before setting it down onto the table. Breaking his gaze to look at the waitress as she placed your drinks on the table, you smile at her before gripping your hot mug, letting the warmth seep into your fingers.

“Do you know it in ancient Greek?” He sipped his coffee, seemingly challenging you.

“Not yet but I’m learning, it’s hard to teach yourself a dead language.” You look down at your book, unable to match his stare without making yourself too uncomfortable. He clearly didn’t get the hint from your fidgeting and now crimson face how uncomfortable you had become, or maybe he simply didn’t care.

“I’m fluent,” He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe I could teach you sometime-”

“Yeah, let me just clear my schedule for a stranger who has been staring at me non-stop and being kind of creepy, seems like a solid plan.” You sarcastically say to him, taking a sip of your tea. For the first time he looked away from you and smiled to himself, being shocked at you sudden sarcastic outburst.

“I’m Five.” He stuck his hand out for you, your eyes flicked from his face to his hand before reaching over and taking it.

“Y/n.”

Five seemed to relax, talking in a softer tone and easing off the staring. He started asking questions about you, mainly your reading and opinions on Homer, as well as opening up about how his father made him learn it in ancient greek from a young age. Five was a very peculiar boy who hid behind a mask, he was a closed book with a lock around it but you were determined to find the key. 

Somehow, you had cracked and agreed to his offer to teach you the dead language of ancient greek but the way his face broke out into a genuine smile made it worth it, as much as you didn’t want to admit it it, Five was growing on you. 

The next day you found yourself sat in the library, legs swinging freely under the chair you were sat in, eyes following Five as he walked up and down the aisle looking for books. Just when you thought he found the right one, he’d sigh and place it back to then walk to the next set of shelves. Eventually he gave up his search, sighing in defeat as he returned to your table. “Come on, I’ve got the books we need at my house.” He pulled you up by your hand and began a fast paced walk with you trailing behind him like a lost puppy. 

Not paying attention to where you were walking, you bump into Five who had stopped dead in his tracks, now facing a large building. Hand still in yours, he stepped forward and pushed the gate open and made his way to the door.

“You live here?” He just smiled at your question before continuing up to the door. His house was like a mansion, it was a mansion, taking up nearly a full block. Silence filled the air once Five closed the door behind you, the large building having no signs of any other life. He gently took your hand again and started walking through the mansion. Dust particles were floating like fairies in the streams of sunlight that beamed through the windows, illuminating the wooden furniture and portraits that looked as if they hadn’t been seen in years, stuck in time until someone would come along and free them. 

Suddenly you found yourself in a brightly lit room, your eyes took a second to adjust before being able to get a good look. You were met with shelves on shelves of books, definitely being able to qualify as a library on its own. Dust caked the books, like it was a room frozen still. “Wow.”

“No one really comes in here anymore.” He says leaning against a large wooden table. 

“If I lived here, I’d be in here all the time.” His eyes followed you as you walked over to one of the shelves, running your finger over all the pristine condition books, each one woven in fabric with a hardback cover. “You’re staring again.” You say as you turn to Five, his eyes locking with yours.

“I just haven’t met anyone like you before.” You smile at his words before walking over to the table and placing your bag down. His eyes lingered for another few seconds before he jumped into life, confidently pulling out books from the shelves like he knew where they were from memory. “Alright, let’s do this.”

[theguineapig3]

Something Borrowed Colloyd Week Day 2: Outfit Swap Genre: fluff / humor Words: 1715

[When Lloyd lent Colette one of his outfits, he’d assumed it was a loan rather than a gift. But Colette assumed otherwise, and her assumption leads Zelos to an assumption of his own- one Lloyd hadn’t considered.]

“Colette?”

Lloyd knocked on her half-open door before peeking in. Frank had said she was upstairs reading, and sure enough, Lloyd found her lounging on the bed with a book in her hands. She’d perked up when she heard his voice, however, and set the book aside.

“Lloyd! What are you doing here? I thought Zelos was coming by for lunch today.”

“He is, but I’ve got some time, so I figured I’d stop by.” Lloyd pushed his way into the room with a smile. “I was packing up my things and realized I’m short one outfit. Didn’t I loan you one a while back? When you fell in the creek, before the whole, y’know…” He waved his hand in an abstract gesture. She knew what he was talking about. “Do you still have that?”

“I do!” Colette hopped up from the bed and ran to the dresser, opening up the bottom drawer. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you wanted it back.”

“...didn’t realize I…” Lloyd repeated, a look of confusion on his face. “Why wouldn’t I want it back? It’s not like you messed it up or anything.” 

Colette pulled out the shirt and trousers, neatly folded, from the bottom of the drawer. “No, I guess I just assumed it was a gift. I’m sorry.”

Lloyd should have just shrugged it off, given the little time he had left, but he was curious. What kind of gift would that be? It’s not like it was something she’d wear on a regular basis. When would she wear it, anyway? “Is it something you want?”

For a second, he could swear Colette was blushing. “I mean, it’s yours, so it’d be selfish of me to keep it.”

“That wasn’t what I asked. Do you want it?”

Colette didn’t answer. Instead, she picked up the clothes and pressed them into Lloyd’s arms. “You’ll need them for our journey. If anything happens to one of your others, Dirk or Genis won’t be there to mend them for you.”

“But… you never answered…” Lloyd stammered, watching as Colette walked back to her bed and picked up her book again. “Colette, c’mon. What’s the matter? If you want this, just say so.”

“You came looking for it. You need it. It’s yours.” Colette was hiding her face behind her book. “I just appreciate you lending it to me for a little while.”

Lloyd tried to think of some other way to phrase his question- some way he might be able to get an answer out of her- but he heard the clock downstairs chiming the hour and felt his shoulders stiffen.

“Oops, I didn’t realize it was that late! Zelos will be waiting. See you later, Colette!”

She didn’t peek out from behind her book, simply lifted a hand and waved.

“See you later.”

---

“Sorry I’m late,” Lloyd sighed as he slid into the chair opposite Zelos. Zelos grinned at him from across the table, leaning forward to rest his chin against his hands. 

“Don’t sweat it, hunny. I’m sure all that packing is wearing you out.”

“It wasn’t that.” There was a glass of water already on the table in front of him, and Lloyd took a gulp before continuing. “I dropped by Colette’s place to pick up something, and it took longer than expected.”

Zelos’ eyebrows raised. “Pick up something?”

“Yeah. It was some clothes that I lent her a while back. I didn’t realize she was planning on keeping them, so I’m sure I seemed like a jerk when I showed up and demanded them. I’ll have to apologize later.”

Zelos’ eyes went wide. “She’s holding onto your clothes? She’s got it bad. I didn’t think she was that far gone.”

“...got it? Got what?” Lloyd leaned across the table in surprise. “Far gone to where?”

The intensity of his reaction made Zelos laugh. “Aww, don’t worry. I’ve seen it all the time, and it’s never fatal.” He waved his fork around. “The great Zelos has lost many an article of clothing to a lovesick lady. It’s an occupational hazard of being so damn handsome and charming.”

“...lovesick?” Lloyd repeated. “Like, in love?”

“Yep. A lady in love wants to keep the object of her affection close to her heart. When she can’t have the real thing, she’ll accept almost any substitute. Clothes are a favorite.”

Lloyd stared into his glass, watching the ice settle. “...in love? You think Colette’s… in love with me?”

There was a pause. Zelos cracked a smile.

“I don’t think. I know.”

The table went quiet again, Lloyd fidgeting with his hands. “...I don’t get it. You say Colette is keeping my clothes because she can’t be with me… but we’re going on a journey together. We’ll be together all the time.”

“Maybe so,” Zelos replied with the wave of a hand, “but not the way she wants to be.”

“What other way of being together is there?”

The table went silent again. Zelos’ smile had disappeared, and he eyed Lloyd with a critical glare.

“...I know you’re dense, but you’re not that dense.”

Lloyd blushed and turned his head away. “I know, I know. But what if you’re wrong? How could I ask her about it without looking like an idiot?”

Zelos shrugged. “You don’t have to. If you don’t feel the same way, just ignore it.”

“I could never ignore her or her feelings!” Lloyd stood up, his fists clenched. “Because I… I…”

“Ah, I see. You also have it bad.”

“...yeah. I do.”

Admitting it felt good. Lloyd settled back into his chair and let out a sigh as he relaxed. Zelos smiled and held up his cup.

“Shall we toast, then? To you and Colette’s budding togetherness?”

“Not yet. After lunch, I’m gonna go give her back the clothes,” Lloyd answered, shaking his head. “And I’m either going to make her really happy… or look like a complete fool.”

Zelos laughed as he set his cup down.

“Nothing to lose, then.”

---

“Colette!”

The door was still ajar, so Lloyd burst in this time without knocking. Colette was still reading, just as she’d been before lunch, her bookmark having moved a significant distance through the volume. The surprise from Lloyd’s intrusion surprised her, as she dropped the book onto her lap.

“Wh-! Lloyd? What’s going on? Did something happen?”

Instead of answering directly, Lloyd placed the clothes on the foot of the bed and leaned over them. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” he asked. “Anything at all.”

Colette frowned, setting her book aside. “Of course I know that. You’re the one person I know I can always come to.”

“I know, but-” Lloyd stumbled over his words. “-but if there’s anything you’re afraid to tell me, for whatever reason, I want you to know that you don’t have to be afraid of that. There’s no way you can make me upset or make things weird between us or… or…” He was hoping she’d get his message, but her eyes were blank as she stared back at him. 

“Lloyd, is something wrong?”

There was an awkward pause. Lloyd finally let out a sigh and sat down on the side of the bed next to his clothes.

“Geez, now I’m all frazzled. Zelos told me something that may or may not be true, and if I’m wrong, I’m gonna look like an idiot. But I’d rather look like an idiot than ignore your feelings. So, um…” He took the clothes and slid them closer. “...if you were keeping these as a substitute for me, you don’t have to. You can have the real thing.”

Colette tilted her head, still looking puzzled, and Lloyd felt his cheeks burning as he was forced to clarify.

“I love you. So if you wanted to keep my clothes because you’re in love with me, then… y’know… you don’t have to.”

Colette placed a hand over her mouth in surprise. “You think that’s why I kept your clothes?”

The question made Lloyd’s heart sink. He really had made an awful mistake.

“Uh… well… um…”

“I’m sorry. I should’ve explained myself.” Colette shook her head and slid across the bed toward Lloyd. “Keeping your clothes had nothing to do with the fact that I love you.”

“It didn’t-?” Lloyd began, and then actually processed what she said. “You do?!”

“Of course I do.” Colette was close enough now that she could put her arms around him. “How could I not?”

Lloyd was too surprised to hug back just yet. “I didn’t… I didn’t want to assume… I guess I just hoped…” He sighed and finally placed his arms back around her. “But, then, what about the clothes? Why’d you keep them?”

He assumed she’d break the hug to answer, but instead, she stayed there next to him. “I’ve always admired how brave you are, how hard you’re willing to fight for what you believe in. You said once that being able to wear clothes created by your dad with love made you feel strong. When you lent them to me, I felt strong too- even if just for the little bit of time I wore them. I thought, since you had so many, it wouldn’t be a bad thing if I held onto this one. Just in case I ever needed to feel strong.”

Lloyd hated to move away from the warmth of the hug, but he needed to look her in the eye. “But you are strong. You’re stronger than anyone I know. I’m the one who’s always admired you. There’s no need for you to wear anything special to do what comes naturally to you.” He paused and remembered the reason he’d returned. “But if you want to keep them, you can. That’s up to you.”

Colette shook her head. “After you left, I realized how silly it was of me to hoard it like that. We’re going to be together on this journey, after all, aren’t we? If it’s yours, then it’ll always be nearby, and I can use it whenever I want.”

“Of course! We’re a team! What’s mine is yours, always.”

That made Colette giggle. “So I can wear your clothes any time I want?”

Lloyd grinned in reply. 

“As long as I can wear yours too.”

[ohshcfanficrandr]

The Wild Type by Kaotic312

Story: The Wild Type

Author: kaotic312 

Website: AO3

Word Count: 46,766

Status: Complete

Rating: General Audience 

Author Summary: Why is Mori deemed the "Wild" type? Haruhi wants to know ...

Relationship: Mori x Haruhi

Applicable Tags: Romantic Friendship, Romantic Fluff, Light Tamaki angst, The twins being twins, Kyouya being sneaky and awesome, Hunny being cute

Review (Contains Spoilers):

The basic overview is that Hunny has made strategic decisions in order to vet girls for potential wives for Mori. Others discover that he only has one name on his list after the past couple of years of being in the host club: Haruhi Fujioka. Other members of the host club find out and Tamaki demands that no one tells Haruhi. The twins, in a not so subtle way, which leads Haruhi to question her feelings for the Wild Type host member. While Kyoya and the twins devise a plan to get them together Mori suffers from an appendicitis attack and is rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery. Haruhi ends up meeting his mother and father while at the hospital visiting Mori. Once he is discharged everyone is swept away for a relaxing vacation near a lake. Haruhi is still pretty confused about her feelings towards Mori so the scheming trio does their best to continue pushing the two closer together. Eventually, feelings are shared and lessons are learned. We end the story with an extremely cute chapter of well deserved Mori and Haruhi fluff. Tamaki steps aside and instead lets Mori be the hero to comfort Haruhi during the thunderstorm.

Things That I Loved:

I loved the interactions between Haruhi and Mori’s parents. I love how the author portrayed each parent. They are the perfect combination and you can see which traits the author used from Mori and Satoshi to use to make believable parental figures. The mother figure is graceful and regal and the father figure could be Mori’s twin personality-wise. I had a soft spot for the chapter that was a conversation between Haruhi and his mother.

The manipulative antics of Kyoya and the twins were fun to follow along with. Those three danced behind the scenes making sure that the plan would go off with as few distractions as possible. In mentioning their actions, I would also like to make a note about Kyoya’s feelings. Throughout the story of him trying to set up Haruhi and Mori, he reveals a little bit of his conflicted feelings. He really does feel a bit jealous that he will ultimately not end up with Haruhi and he is pulling the strings to have her end up with someone else. There are a few moments where, as the reader, you feel kind of bad for his position.

Things I Didn’t Care For:

One thing I would like to mention is the pacing of the last couple of chapters. We spend like 90% of the story with Haruhi confused about her feelings and then in the last three chapters, she goes from tentative to kissing Mori (fairly confidently imo). Chapter 19, Mori is forced to take his pain meds by both his mother and Haruhi. A consequence of this is that he becomes chatty and by chatty, I mean flirty (per Mori’s standards). Haruhi is confused/embarrassed by his forthrightness and ends up avoiding him. Chapter 20, was the rest of the host club pushing Tamaki to fix whatever is happening between Mori and Haruhi. Tamaki’s brilliant idea is to lure them into the office and lock the door. They confront each other and agree to take things slow. Chapter 21, features a gloating Tamaki for fixing the issue and Mori and Haruhi take tentative steps into figuring out what a relationship looks like. After one foiled kiss they continue their day being cute and holding hands. Cue a thunderstorm and Tamaki suggesting Mori to find Haruhi while the rest of them go in search of cake. Mori comforts Haruhi through the storm. Then they kiss, like quite a few times.  

Favorite Lines or Quotes From Story:

"Fine." Hikaru pouted and lazily perched on the seat next to her. "You want prime rib? Hunny will make sure you get only the finest."

"Public transportation?" They said it as if were an infectious disease.

"You shouldn't fondle strange men like that!"

Would I Read Again?

Yes. 100% yes! Even though the pairing is not my OTP this was a great story. It had all the elements of a sweet and fluffy wholesome story you could ever wish for. There was a nice amount of character development and tension between the two main characters. I belly laughed, squealed, blushed, cooed, wailed, and wheezed. Just when I thought I found my favorite line or chapter I would finish the next chapter and declared that it was my favorite. I had such a hard time narrowing down my favorite lines from this fic. If I could I would list them all! ALSO, THAT LAST CHAPTER WAS PERFECT!

Make sure to kudos, comment, and bookmark!

Agree or disagree? Am I on point or way off the mark?

 Let me know in the comments below!

[fangirl-ramblings]

Author Interview

Tagged by @littlestarofthewest thank you hunny 😘

Name: Louise             

Fandoms: I only write Red Dead Redemption at the moment (Although I did have a WIP for an OC for Being Human (UK) that I couldn’t never really finish)

Where You Post: Tumblr and backed up onto AO3

Most Popular One-Shot: Okay I’m gonna list a few regarding different stats because if I can’t self publicize her - where can I? 

A03 (most hits)  - I Need Your Touch (Arthur x gender neutral reader - NSFW)

A03 (most kudos) - Hush - I’m Trying To Kiss You (Arthur x female reader - SFW)

A03 (most bookmarks) - I Like It When You Call Me Daddy  (Javier x female reader - NSFW)

Tumblr (most notes) - You Owe Me A Kiss  (Charles x female reader - sfw)

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story:

Not technically a multi chapter, but Trust Me, I Want This does follow on from Sweet Dreams (both Charles x female reader - mainly SFW) and I have a vague idea for a part 3 too! 

Favourite Story You Wrote:

Sweet Dreams because it was the very first story I posted on here (and it's Charles based 😉)

But I also have a soft spot for The Sweetest Voice because I just love the idea of Pearson being madly in love with Miss Grimshaw.

And I also love The tears are good tears? Kiss me again (John x reader) because it's so fluffy and written with a dear friend in mind

Story You Were Nervous to Post:

I get nervous every time I post something - but I Need Your Touch (Arthur x gender neutral reader - NSFW) was so nerve racking as I’d only written one nsfw story before & the person who originally requested had asked for Arthur x male reader, which I had never written before (hence the reason I chickened out and made it gender neutral).

I had the exact same reaction when I took the plunge and wrote my first male x male smut I’ve Missed You (Charthur - PWP/NSFW)

How You Choose Your Titles:

I suck at thinking up new titles. Many of my short stories are from prompts so I usually use that as the title, (or a line in the story that fits if it’s an original story). But failing that I use the trustworthy method of choosing song titles that fit the theme of the story

Complete:

About 34 (31 posted and about 3 ready to go)

Incomplete:

I have 7 requests I still need to get finished (Sorry guys, they are happening I promise) Plus a whole selection of Lilly stories that keep popping into my head that I never expand on and a few other ideas I really like, but haven’t got round to 

Do You Outline:

I usually wing my stories (and it shows haha) but I do find myself adding bullet points in the middle for things I want to include, but am unsure how to fit in at first

Coming Soon / Not Yet Started: 

Coming soon: 

My secret cupid story, 

a fluffy Javier x female reader story, 

a smutty Lilly x John story

Not yet finished: 

Javier x s/o

Kieran x gn!reader

John x Abigail

Charles x m!reader

Charthur 

Bill x gn!reader

Lots of Lilly backstories

Do You Accept Prompts:

I do and I have a whole host of them on my blog - but unfortunately I’m currently closed for requests due to lack of time & the fact my stupid brain refuses to allow me to write as much as I want to.

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write:

Looking forward to actually sitting down and finishing all my prompts, but there’s a certain story that me & my fellow Daughters of Chaos, @horsegirl1h & @eddesceulla, are very invested in. Let’s just say it will be very chaotic 😂 (Which we all seem to love but haven’t had the time to add anything to it for a few weeks 😭😭)

I’ll tag @gangofgunslingers  @horsegirl1h, @amina-celestial, @blame-it-on-cat  @crimsonredemption @cupofhanatea @the-neigh-sayer @mileycyprus-hill  @thecowboyswife @lusus--naturae @journal-of-an-outlaw​ @porkchop-ao3 & anybody else I might have forgotten 

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Huntress Cosplay 1.0

Yup, this post is definitely late and it’s totally my fault. I apologize, guys. I had a serious bout of con crunch (I swear upon my soul, never again will I endure that, not ever again) and afterward I was totally dead for a good five days. After that, it was time to start planting my vegetable garden and some insurance issues cropped up as well.

So, this is just pretty late and I apologize for that (computer kept crashing when I tried to download my pictures, so after cursing and an email shuffle later, I finally got them) and I hope the mad progress updates to come will make up for it!

Alright, so on May 19th, 2018 at Motor City Comic Con, I marched into the halls as the only Huntress of the show.

(Sorry, my photographer forgot I has feet.)

So, things wrong with this: The belt. *SHUDDERS* By far. I did not have near enough time to get the belt pouches done and so I had to quickly paint what I could in order to have something I could even carry stuff around in. =/ I didn’t even have time to practice posing (which is honestly, one of the worst things to not practice before a con.)

I also didn’t have time to get the white trim done along the bottom edge of the cape, but rest assured it will be there by the time New York Comic Con is around.

Additionally, I will have to make adjustments to the strapping on the mask to make it sit comfortably through hours of wear. It started out fine, but by the end of the day, I had a raging headache. I’ll cover that in a separate post, as I will with everything.

Here is my reference photo I was basing this off of:

I gotta say, I was very happy with how it turned out! (Except for the belt, dear God, that hideous thing....) and a lot of people were super excited to see Huntress! I can’t tell you how incredible it felt to be recognized as Huntress and how geeked people were to see her. All my Huntress fans out there, know this: She is not forgotten. Not by a LONG shot! They were so excited to see her at the con, to have her represented, and that honestly just put me over the moon! Seeing other people just as nerdy and fans of Huntress as I am made all the work, misery and tears getting this costume ready in time made it all so much worth it. One guy even stopped me for a picture AND a selfie with me and proudly showed off his collection of Birds of Prey Sideshow Collectible statues -- the Huntress one provides the lockscreen wallpaper for my phone.

And the thing I think I loved the most: 5 kids wanted to take pictures with me. Needless to say, Helena was grinning from ear to ear in my mind. Nothing could’ve made the day better.

Credit for things I did not make:

The mask is by TigerStoneFX

The belt buckles (which I will show in more detail in following posts) have been 3D printed and designed by my wonderful and brilliant friend, ThatWhichLurks, 

Crossbow by NXT Generation Toys.

Parachute buckles and sliders are from Strapworks.com. (Seriously, this should be on every cosplayer’s bookmark list.)

Cloth from Stylishfabric.com.

Combat boots from Volatile.

Additional shoutouts to those incredibly helpful people, and more to to come as I go:

Clarke Cosplay for his incredible patience and going above and beyond helping this newbie cosplayer wrap her brain around crafting bendy 3D objects from flat materials. He not only patiently answered all my questions, he even MADE a Huntress kneepad. Needless to say, I’m still BLOWN AWAY. All I can say is wow. And thank you, so, so much. This guy really knows what he’s talking about and if anyone needs help on the basics and getting started, definitely check out his YouTube channel. And please, let’s just admire his sheer expertise and faithful documentation of his process -- it’s cosplayers like him that really keep the hobby open and welcome to newcomers.

And I would be remiss if I did not mention Rianne Royale either. It was her help that got me into sewing and she also went above and beyond in helping me out with that maddening white trim on Huntress’s cape. Not only does she love a good challenge, but she loves helping others overcome their cosplay challenges as well, and without her down-to-earth advice, I would surely still be bent over that sewing  machine!

Additional thanks (even though he’s unlikely to see) is Angelegend for his videos on Plastidip and painting. They didn’t answer all my questions about paint but his videos are by far the most newbie-friendly that I found and gave me a very good handle on where to start when it came to painting foam -- especially the Plastidip! He also showed how to make the small things like padding the inside of the kneepad and how to make the piece of armor that goes on the back of the hand -- stuff that normally gets lost in so many pro cosplayer’s eyes, the simple stuff they don’t think twice about. He also has amazing builds for Halo and Mass Effect, so if that’s your cup of tea, definitely start there!

And of course, the wonderful woman behind Rainbow Curve Corsetry, a wonderful seamstress who is the reason why that cape looks as freaking fabulous as it does. Holy. Hell. Do I owe her a LOT. She’s in that vague group often called ‘a friend of the family’ but feels like she’s just a hell of a lot more than that. (Okay, she’s the daughter-in-law of my mother’s best friend, but that’s a mouthful to say.) She taught me the most important rule of sewing from scratch: Just dive in and do it.

Now, that definitely isn’t everyone, but it’s a few, and I’ll sing praises for everyone as I go through my process posts.

And many deep and heartfelt thanks to my incredible friend and sister-from-another-mister @slayerrelick​ for housing my miserable butt for a full month so I could even get started on this project. Her love and patience absolutely made this possible and I’ve no doubt she’s half the reason I’m still alive and/or not in jail for murdering someone ‘cleaning up’ my crafting table. This one is for you, hunny.

Additional notes!

Far as I could find, I’m the in the minority of Huntress cosplayer’s that went the full tamale with making the armor, including the kneepads, by hand from foam. So what do you all think? Does it work? Look good? Anything need changing? Hair, makeup not what they should be? Lemme hear your feedback! 

[jflashandclash]

Traitors of Olympus: Blood of a Mayan

Twenty Six: Ajax

So… It is too Awkward for Us to get Ice Cream after This..? It’s Not, Right?

 Pax may have had a minor lapse in judgment. Okay, maybe a major lapse in judgment. But judgment was lapsy for him. Especially in situations where your brother drops some of his Mist mask in front of your almost-girlfriend and makes some unfriendly advances towards her.

Pax could envision the defense now, “Don’t worry. It’s just like we’re giving you a major concussion. You won’t remember a thing.”

Yea, that was going to be added to the list of Things That Don’t Scream “Date Me:”

1.       Battling Rodents

2.       Crazed Brothers with Forget-Me-Lots rags

3.       Restraining Orders

Anyway, Pax had screwed up. He could see that now—well, he couldn’t actually see it, as he was rather blind at the moment, but the general sentiment was there.

Drugging their friends with delicious Kool-Aid? He’d rather look at it like he’d eased them into a well earned nap, with complimentary sleeping bags and weasel snuggles.

And Axel wasn’t supposed to give Leo an exaggerated bear hug in the original plan… or break both of his wrists… or choke him. They were supposed to toast with the same Sleepy Time Kool-Aid over a blacksmith’s job well done and some delicious tofu burgers. But Kronos also wasn’t supposed to have some weird, residual essence in Backbiter that called out of Axel’s b’alam side. Funny how the Fates worked that right? One moment you’re going to have a delightful midnight picnic with a handsome Latino blacksmith and the next you’re telling your brother that psycho behavior might not be the best way to keep friends.

Pax would have to send the Fates a very friendly Christmas card this year.

Although everything was still blurry, Pax put one hand up towards Axel and one hand backwards to push against Kally like a referee calling, STOP! Hammer time.

Pax just hoped Kally didn’t start to run, since he knew Axel’s predator instinct might kick in and he really didn’t want a slapstick chase scene that ended in an uncomfortable letter to Apollo of, Please resurrect your daughter. I really like her and my brother and I may have goofed up a bit.

“Axel, let’s tone it down on the whole maniacal behavior thing. I think Phobetor would give you a standing ovation on the fear factor and execution, but—”

Axel sighed in annoyance, a gesture that made Pax want to mimic the motion in relief. It meant this was still dominantly his brother and not the Leonis Caput. “We’ve done this dozens of times little hero,” Axel said.

That was true. There was even this one time with a Roman senator and his elephant—well, that didn’t matter now.

“But not to a friend!” The anger in Pax’s shout surprised him. Maybe he’d been holding in a little more resentment than he realized or maybe he just felt that tonight was a good night for vocal projection. “This isn’t a discussion—we’re not messing with Kally’s head like this. Maybe other ways, but not like this.”

There was no way to know how much someone might forget with the River Lethe. Yea, they could give someone a brief press with a diluted dose to estimate a few weeks to a few months memory loss but… Kally might not even remember she was demigod if they did that. She also would forget that Pax was a scumbag, made bad life choices, and that she owed him nine drachma and ten Reese’s.

“Leo won’t remember making the sword. No one else knows and Kally can’t exactly go around shouting it to the world with her River Styx pact,” Pax said. The spots in his eyes were fading. He might be able to see Axel’s disappointment in full in a few seconds.

Axel’s shoulders relaxed and he tilted his head. Those eyes looked more sad than angry. “Do you really think she’ll ever love you after this?”  

Pax squirmed. All he ever wanted was to meet a good person and have a happily ever after with a happy, functional family. Mattias and Jack had always teased him for falling in love fast and hard and planning things way too far into the future—he’d have Baller and Hunnie wear a tuxedo and dress for his and Kally’s supposed wedding. But Axel and Pax had done a lot of awful things under Kronos’s order. Pax wasn’t a good person. Maybe he didn’t deserve a Disney ending where he got to walk off singing and trip over forest critters that wouldn’t get out of the way (cue Hunnie and Baller again in their tiny suit and dress).

Although he could feel a loved section of scumbag die on his inside, Pax choked out, “That doesn’t matter.” Augh, that hurt. Punched right in the morals. What is this feeling of righteousness? “This is wrong. This is something Flynn would do.”

“THIS is wrong?” Axel growled skeptically. Pax was really happy Axel didn’t enlist all their deviousness to prove a point for all those in the audience who hadn’t been paying attention. Instead, his golden eyes shifted past Pax, to Kally. “There’s no shame in forgetfulness, Kalypso Kassand. No one can hold you accountable if you don’t remember.” His voice was slipping; Axel was losing control. “Just know, if you break your vows of silence and I lose Backbiter before I can slay Santiago…” His tongue flicked out to lick his lips. “I will find you and add you to my collection of souls.”

Pax thought his metaphor could have been better. Plant you in my garden of flowery death. Use you as flour for my cookies of destruction. Bookmark you in my library of chaos.[1]

“Axel… what’s wrong with you?” Kally asked quietly. Under the hand he had protectively behind him, he could feel her shaking like she’d taken the ice bucket challenge. Pax understood the sentiment; it would be cold to do the ice bucket challenge in the middle of November.

But Axel had just gone a few miles too far. Erasing some of the memory of some random hero that apparently saved the universe? Eh. Threatening Kally so he could slay their dad…

“This isn’t you talking,” Pax said. “It’s the Leonis Caput—”

“WE’RE THE SAME PERSON!” the frustrated scream came with the lovely harmony of Axel’s baritone paired with the Leonis Caput’s gravely bass.

“Wow—yea, that. Axel would never have such a silly slip of his anger management. That is Kronos’s monster. You are my brother born of the primordial awesome and I am NOT afraid of annoying you back into acting like yourself—now step off of that stupid sword!”  

The forest was eerily quiet for a second. Pax could hear the sizzling of dirt as the last batches of superheated earth cooled. Other than that and the torches quietly flickering in the night, he couldn’t hear anything except his own heartbeat. The thump was inconveniently loud, like Apollo had picked his skull as a new drum.

Axel grunted and staggered forward, off the blade. Pax could tell he was trying to count internally, to regain control. This had always happened as their helmets’ magic waned, a little more of the memories seeping through, of Axel massacring Romans in the Labyrinth as sacrifices to Kronos. Normally they weren’t this bad, but normally Kronos’s essence didn’t crash the party. Rude.

Axel clutched his head and made a low whining noise. Still manly, Pax would assure if he ever told the tale later. This time when Axel collapsed to his knees, Pax could tell that was actually his brother. Axel immediately started rubbing his Mist mask on, smearing away the teeth, crazy eye color, and other nice Halloween rave gear.  

Disaster averted! Pax relaxed. He often woke up and thanked the gods his brother hadn’t gone on a murderous rampage. Pax was a person of habit; he really hadn’t wanted to change that morning routine.

Someone giggled by one of the work benches.

Kally and he jumped. Axel probably would have if he wasn’t acting all tragic and angsty.

A girl sat on one of the work benches. She looked about Pax’s age, maybe a little younger at fifteen or so. She had short, jagged black hair, streaked with various shades of red, purple, and white. Her eyes glistened a bloody red, wide with glee, a lot like how Pax’s mothers did in human form. Dirt smeared her face, arms, and neck, making it hard to tell how tan she actually was. She wore a black, torn up shirt that read I Solemnly Swear that I am Up to No Good and some weird black mesh of shorts. She would have been beautiful, like a brightly colored viper, except Pax knew they were a little too closely related for that.

“Atë,” Pax greeted the Goddess of Mischief and Ruin.

“Have you ever watched a monster turn?” she asked, tilting her head as she examined Axel’s struggle. “They don’t talk about that part in the myths, how a human loses its humanity. It’s like how they montage training sequences in action movies. You never get to really appreciate the gradual attrition of character and decay of moral.”

“That was really uplifting. Thanks for dropping by,” Pax said.

She flashed Pax a psychotic smile. “I haven’t seen you since the day before the Battle of Mount Othrys. Oh Ajax!” He cringed at the memory and her use of his first name. “I still haven’t decided with you. Will you be more gullible or reckless or trusting?” She giggled again. “Mom said to check up on you and the sword. You father will ascend tomorrow morning if he’s not stopped. Are you as excited as I am for the ensuing chaos?”

Axel made a pained grunt, but didn’t lift his head from his hands.

The pieces started to fall into place and make about as much a sense as a Salvador Dali painting. The little acts of mischief, the fighting amongst the Olympians, and the silly errands they’d been sent out to do. Pax might have been mighty proud if he didn’t feel like his mom and sister had dressed him up as a pretty doe for deer hunting season. “You and Mom have been having some good bring-your-daughter-to-work days, huh? Weren’t you, uh, thrown off Olympus though? How’re you uh—” Pax wasn’t sure how she referred to her hobbies. “—working with the gods?”

“I was tossed down. Now I can spend more time with demigods and mortals. I dote on your kind far more than the rest of the family.” Atë leaned forward to give Kally a small wave, one that only entailed curling her fingers like she was catching elusive dandelions, or plucking out someone’s tendons. With Atë’s general demeanor, he assumed the latter to be more accurate to her tortured, artistic soul.

Kally stiffened.

You know that awkward, slightly racist, incredibly conservative uncle that you don’t want to introduce to your friends for fear of him saying all gypsies are Satan spawn? Atë was that relative if that relative had just been bailed out of jail for burning down orphanages for handicapped children. Pax preferred to keep an all inclusive mentality about his family, but he had a friend or two from handicapped orphanages and liked them less on the crispy side.

“Kally, that’s Atë, my half-sister on the godly side,” Pax muttered.[2] “Atë, this is Kally, my… uh, well she was my almost-girlfriend of about ten minutes ago.” Now Pax could probably add Kally to the list of people who would like to see him in a ditch with a sign that read, pour steaming coffee here, over his head.

Kally cleared her throat. “Friend,” she corrected quietly. Which was way better than someone who wanted to pour steaming coffee over his head. “Are you the one who set Athena and Poseidon against each other?”

Atë giggled again like a broken Ferbee. “Again, I can’t mess with the Olympians. But heroes… Heroes can go anywhere.” In a swirl of smoke, Atë disappeared off the bench and reappeared inches from Pax’s face. He could smell the reek of iron and see flecks of dried blood crusting her shirt. Ways to encourage a midnight appetite.

“Are you going to be Mom’s champion?” she asked, stroking a finger under his chin.

When Hunnie woke up, he decided he’d need to sit his furry friends down and find out if getting pets under the chin felt this demeaning and creepy for the weasels. If so, he’d make sure they got appropriate weasel therapy and carnivore friendly lollipops as an apology gift.

Pax didn’t want to be anyone’s champion. He wanted to make sure Dad didn’t hurt people. He wanted to make sure Axel was safe and sane, and not a whimpering mess. He wanted to go back to Camp Half-Blood and spend the rest of his life helping the Stoll brothers make Chiron miserable and doting on Kally with homemade shirts and cookies. But he was sure, if he said that, Atë would just counter, “Yea, and I want Apollo to reinvent the Black Plague, and wipe out half of humanity. We can’t all have what we want.”

When Pax hesitated, Atë pinched his cheek. “The fate of Camp Half-Blood might boil down to whichever side you choose, chaos or peace. Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll make the wrong choice.”  

Smoke burst in front of him and she was gone, leaving Pax to wonder if he and Axel may have screwed up way more than he had thought.

Thanks for reading :D

[1] Pax has a full list of these, but Jack had to burn the list so this chapter didn’t go on for too long.

[2] I know you’re either a Wiki search away from who Pax’s mom is or—for those of you more into mythology or My Little Pony—you’ve already figured it out. But this author is stubbornly not going to write her name down until she introduces herself to the cast.

[stressedlawsecretary]

Today's Focus

07.29.24 - Okay. Day 29 of the challenge is to bring back a trend you love. This is all of it; I am a Y2K baby at heart. Give me chunky boots, bell bottoms, dress over pants (I can't wear jeans at work but I love that look too), tattoo necklaces, and butterfly clips. I want this look to never die.

Work - I left nothing for myself over the weekend except for just reading a few press releases and the weekly newsletter. Let's hope it stays that way!

Background Noise - I am back at the office so I'm back to binging YT and I'm still working on all videos under 1hr that are not part of a series.

I did watch like 28 videos over the weekend and that's actually really good because most of them were between like 30 min and an hr.

Study - It is Monday so it is case law day but I'm trying to balance that with a bunch of "temporary" stuff I've bookmarked that I'd like to read sooner rather than later.

I got like half a dozen Wiki pages read over the weekend so overall I didn't slack off too much.

Extras - Monday means I clean the catbox out from the weekend; I am cooking a bacon ranch pasta salad and throwing some leftover chicken in it. Today is WTFIWWY day but my hunny also found a copy of the 1960s Toei Spiderman series and I am so watching at least one of those episodes today. Probably ought to take a break from Dropout anyway!