#midly angst

[i9fairy]

ship: leon kennedy x neutral reader

sinopse: just leon and you in a intimate and very private situationship.

n/a: Sorry if there are any mistakes! English is not my main language And this is my first time writing something like this.

It was a Friday night when I saw him again, standing at my door. With his face bruised, with its blonde strands falling over his face like a jigsaw puzzle, there were scratches on his arms that could be seen with the naked eye. When he saw that I was looking there, probably with my face of silly concern, he spoke.

"I'm fine," he said. I didn't believe him.

But what else could I do? I let it go.

Leon Scott Kennedy and I had been at this routine dance since we finished. He would come home, his house in fact, after each mission. I would pretend not to see his red and white scars (the ones that had already healed) and we would hang out. As a bonus, I pretended I didn't feel his presence sitting on my bed when I retired to sleep. I pretended not to feel his arms when he hugged me while I, supposedly, slept...Ours was complicated. we broke up after he went to Spain and when he came back... His nightmares consumed him and consequently his traumas swallowed our relationship. What followed were days of discussing what was going to happen. I lived, well, I'm still living, alone with him. We both decided to keep things as they were, to let our department just stay that way. He paid for it, because his secret work, which he couldn't tell me anything about but which on more than one occasion had made him almost never return, left a good pay, even if it was at the expense of his mental health. In addition, it had already been difficult enough to enter the market of looking for a job despite my university career, even more difficult was going to be the fact of getting a job as an infant teacher and with my salary... No, no way. Leon had been kind enough to that and I will always be grateful to him.

And my way of thanking him was by making him homemade cookies, Leon loved it when I cooked for him, and healing his wounds by changing his bandages. It was routine, it was simple, it was quiet. What Leon needed after the hell he had lived through, although I couldn't even imagine it. At that moment we were both on the couch, here was our tacit deal: he would buy me whatever I wanted (even if I didn't tell him, because I still had pikes of shame in me) and I wouldn't ask about what happened. Nothing at all. I was just assuming or drawing conclusions about how bad it had been this time because of the number of injuries.

And here was my conclusion this time, it had been moderately bad.

"did you try a new method?" he questioned, looking at my cookies. I wasn't stupid, of course I wasn't, I knew Leon thought I was, but no sir. I had looked at files on his computer and... I remember not eating that day. It was horrifying. "Why? Did you notice that they are more delicious this time?" I asked. "mh... maybe worse than last time. bug don't worry, you're going to get better at your cooking skills," he teased and we both laughed. I did it against my will. In those moments I wondered, why had we broken up? Our inside jokes were still intact and he made us both smile like the first day we had thought of it, our chemistry was in the air and I saw him like pink hearts around him even seeing him in all the ways you could see a human being and still love him... My love for him was intact, I knew that his love for me too otherwise, he would not return to my arms every time.

After we both fell asleep on the couch, he returned to his work a week later. And he came home months later, maybe two or three. I never counted them because I was too nervous.

When he came back, I saw that the refrigerator was missing beers, I saw that there were drops of blood from my refrigerator to the bathroom and I heard the shower running.

There, there was the reason why we broke up. Again he had relapsed.

Because that was the thing with Leon Kennedy, living with him wasn't difficult at all. The really difficult thing was to live with his footprints.

[sunnyyflowerrs]

itafushi & work song (hozier)

major jjk 266 spoilers!!! including panels

“i was burning up a fever, i didn’t care much how long I lived, but i swear that i dreamed her, she never asked me once about the wrong idea”

“my babe would never fret none, about what my hands and my body done. if the lord don’t forgive me, i’d still have my baby and my babe would have me”

“no grave can hold my body down, i’ll crawl home to her”

[trendywaifus]

Heeyyy, could you perhaps do some late night headcanons with the fontaine girls (particularly with chloride) where the character cant sleep? Doesn’t necessarily have to be nsfw

ofc, sweets. also, don’t mind me, i’m experimenting with the formatting here. just trying sum. ( omg i realized half way you said hcs, awwww fawkkk, i’m so sorry, my brain is not braining today)

↳ it’s hard to do these things alone

gn! reader | sfw | angsty/fluff

↳ featuring — furina, navia, clorinde, mona

mona’s part pretty short and sweet. i decided against more angst! clorinde’s midly nsfw. not proofread.

furina bites down on her bottom lip in agony, she turns her back towards your sleeping form, hoping you don’t wake up to her pathetic breakdown. she curls herself into a ball, hot tears fills her vision. the dreadful feeling of her heart gradually breaking into two because of the wretched prophecy haunting the corners of her mind deprives her of the desire to rest peacefully with you tonight.

is there anything she could possibly do to stop such an inevitable phenomenon? is she fit to save her people’s fate, your fate? she’s the hydro archon for goodness sake! of course not superior than her previous ancestor but she’s trying her best! but, is trying all she could do because it’s inevitable or she’s merely a cowardly god hidden in plain sight amongst her people? whichever it is, the responsibility and risk of maintaining a doomed nation is far too great to begin with—it was as though the weight of the ocean is on her shoulders. furina wants out but she doesn’t want to abandon her people and break their trust.

confused and frustrated, a broken sob left her lips; her body trembles. “ why me? “ furina forces out and repeats it over and over again like a broken record, desperately hoping celestia answers her.

but they never did. instead, arms wraps themselves around her shaking frame and pulled her closer to their front. it was you who silently answered. you grasp her bawled fist and gently pried it open with your fingers. you intertwine your hand with hers and squeezed it. furina sobs harder at the fact that you’ve heard her cries of despair and came to her aid. “ i-i did n-not mean to w-wake you, — i-i was— “

you hushed her and nuzzled your face into her unruly pale blue curls. touched by your warmth, her sobs eventually died down into soft snivels. furina tightly grips your hand, afraid that you’ll disappear.

some of the cracks etched in furina’s heart healed and the shattered shards of her bruised self-esteem are carefully pieced back together by you for another day.

with a frustrated sigh, navia peels herself from your arms and sits upright against the headboard. she couldn’t sleep and how could she? tonight is the anniversary night of her father’s death. her mind was plagued with negative thoughts and unwanted memories from the past she desperately wished she could change. “ all i want is rest, i don’t want to go through this right now. not tonight. “ navia mutters bitterly, pushing back blond strands of hair that hung over her eyes.

navia sighs once more, this time shaky as she hunches over and places her palms over her tired eyes. it was way too late to visit her father’s grave and it’s not like she wants to wake you up to comfort her like a distressed damsel—that wouldn’t feel right to her. she shouldn’t trouble you, she already did enough of that today. tears of frustration wells up in her eyes, she sniffs. maybe a nice walk will help while she sorts out her mind.

she gently takes the covers off of her body and slides her legs off the mattress. before she can get up, her wrist was caught in a gentle yet firm grip. “ mon coeur, where are you going? “ you sleepily asked. navia straightens her back, having no intention of turning around to meet your eyes as there’s a chance that you’ll see the fresh tears on her face. she clears her throat, “ i am. .going to go on a walk. th-that is all, mon amour. “

navia hoped that you didn’t catch her slip up and if you did, she wishes you don’t address it. she bit the inside of her cheek as she felt your gaze on her back. after a moment, the sheets rustled and she feels your arm around her waist. you use your other hand to brush her beautiful long blond hair to the side to kiss at her nape tenderly. each kiss you pressed against her skin made her chest tighten with a indescribable feeling that made her want to bawl her eyes out.

please let me go. i don’t want to unravel in front of you.

she thought, lips pursed in a tight line. “ come back to me when you’re ready, navia. i’ll be here waiting for you. “ you finally said, pressing one final kiss against her nape and let her go.

tears silently flowing down her cheeks, she nods. navia gets up, walks to the door and pauses.

she inhales and exhales to gather herself before saying, “ thank y-you for understanding, (name). “

the door opens and closes behind her.

the duelist stares blankly at the beige ceiling, mind heavy with unspoken woes she tucked away behind locked lips. “ you’ve been staring at that ceiling for a minute. can’t sleep, clorinde? “ you asked worriedly, touching her cheek with the back of your hand. she turns her head, her lilac eyes meets yours. “ i. .am afraid i can’t, mon/ma chéri/e. “ she whispers.

“ why? “

clorinde pauses.

“ i do not know. “ she lies(?), the melancholic dip in her voice causes you to frown. clorinde believes that her personal matters should not interfere with her relationship with you. however, she also knows that not being honest with you about how she feels could cause a rift between you two.

“ but, “ she faces her body towards yours and cups your cheek. her eyes softens, devotion evident in them. “even if i cannot sleep, being by your side is enough. i am grateful to spend my night with you.” with that, clorinde locks her lips with yours passionately. she tasted like expensive wine you could only get on a special occasion; addictive and rare. “ me too. “ you breathed, ghosting your hand over her bare hip.

your tongue swipes over her peach lips, asking for entrance. she gladly opens up and her tongue brushes past yours as it enters your warm cavern. heated touches and kisses quickly ignites the desire bubbling in your belly. “ j’ai envie de toi. . “ she mutters against your lips, before gracefully rolling herself on top of you. you chuckled, resting your hands on her stomach,

“ then what are you waiting for ma chérie? “

“ mona, stay in bed! your astrology stuff can wait! “

you whine, tightening your arms around her waist as she tries to squirm her way out of your hold. “ unhand me! i simply want to check to see if everything’s in place before i lay my head—“

“ we both know if you get up out of this bed, you won’t come back in! “

knowing that you’re right, she huffs, her body relaxing in your arms. if mona’s restless, she would literally run around the home to make sure everything is in the right spot and untouched then proceed to sit at her desk to “ study “.

a moment of silence fills the room.

.

.

“ mona? “

“ what is it? “

“ i never heard you speak french before. since you’re basically from fontaine, are you naturally fluent in french? you have quite the sexy accent. ”

“ ugh, obviously. i see no need to use it since i am not in— wait right this second, sexy?! must you really use that crude word to describe my manner of speech?!”she squeaks, her cheeks and ears bright red.

“ um. .yes? i’m being honest, mona. i heard that french is one of the most romantic languages in teyvat. perhaps you can try and speak some french to me while you— “

“ e-enough of your blabbering, i’m going to bed! “

j’ai envie de toi = i want you ( intimately )

mon coeur = my heart

[mcytblrconfessions-but-badder]

I can’t stop thinking about this one post who claims that in the last few years the most popular hermits are the ones on the life series, if you’re not in the life series good luck having solo fanart or fics. And they’re right.

False’s popularity has been steady especially due to her domination in mcc and joining empires season 2 but art of her season in hermitcraft? Rare. Especially if it’s solo art cause I’ve seen a lot of False with another hermitcraft such as Ren or Pearl or Gem. She just doesn’t seem to be around as much in the tumblr tags compared to three years ago.

A while back I checked the hermitcraft sub reddit for their top posts, a lot was season 6/7 and there is so much fanart of Keralis, Iskall, Stress and xB! Not just them with other people but solo art! Yes I can still find that here on tumblr but it involves me digging through tags. And boy if you look at the notes compared to a recent solo Grian or solo Scar art it’s nothing. Now you can argue that it’s based on how much they upload but xB uploads regularly and there’s not a lot of hermit fanart compared to him and Grian and the later uploads way less! He has nearly twice the amount of hermitcraft videos as Grian and the motherfucking British man hasn’t uploaded a hermitcraft episode since early September!

But yet I see more hermitcraft fanart of Grian in the last month than xB. I get it because of subscriber count but come on people, xB is more active but nope, bird beats fish.

And like Rendog I would say has constant fanart but when he wasn’t acting as the king on hermitcraft, the time between double and wild life Ren fanart was going down. It was still a lot but because he wasn’t in the life series and slowed down on hermitcraft videos due to real life stuff the art went down.

But if you join the life series then expect twice the amount of love. Gem joins, she then joins a base area that has life series players in and suddenly she skyrockets to be one of the favourite hermits. Ignore that Joe hills or StressMonster has been here for so long, Gem joined the life series therefore she has to be a fan fav.

“Oh but Doc is still popular! Same as Cub!” That’s because they regularly interact with life series players. Cub has Scar and now the permit office workers. He’s not out hanging with Keralis or Hypno a lot like xB. Doc kind of keeps to himself and interacts with nearly everyone but if there’s a storyline it’s gonna be with a life series member. Joe hill is only midly popular due to the mcytblr sexyman comp and his long time friendship with Cleo, another life series member. You don’t see fanart of him with Welsknight or Iskall.

And fucking Iskall man… I saw so much love for him for season 6 and 7 but the moment he had burn out or want making as much content with Mumbo and Grian he just kind of disappeared in fanart and fics. You’re gonna have an angst fic with Grian and only Scar or Mumbo can help him? Dude was so buddy buddy with Iskall where is he?

And lastly when it comes to season 10 of hermitcraft if you’re not part of the Cherry guys or the post office in regard to bases, you’re not getting any attention. Where’s the love for xB’s new and improved ocean monument? You all love guardian!xB yet nothing on his season 10. Where’s the love for the village people? It has so many hermits together but oh there’s only two life series players and one of them hasn’t been in since double life so no love for them.

I’m just tired of the life series being so connected to hermitcraft because it affected the popularity so much…

That post can’t get out of my head because they’re right.

.

[only-lonely-star]

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[onemustimagineaemondhappy]

[caught]

Summary: modern!Osferth; sent to investigate crimes happening within the church, Osferth faces life outside the cloisters he is used to. Struggling with his heavy burden and the temptations that lurk on every corner, he succumbs to the charms of a neighbor. (light on plot and heavy on angst and fluff/midly suggestive, part of a larger fic)

WC: ~1.1k

*

This new life Osferth was living, like a borrowed shirt, felt all new. Tight and chafing in odd places, but exciting, vivifying. It made him different.

One night, he followed a vague lead into a steamy basement night club that smelled like sweat and perfume and alcohol, where he watched scantily clad people walk and dance around. He let some drunk woman over a foot shorter than him drag him onto the dance floor and touch him in places he had no interest in being touched. Not by her, at least. He was indifferent, if a little disgusted at points, and in the wee hours before dawn, soaked in his small tub until the water went cold.

Another time, he met with a liaison and had a cigarette just to do it, just because they offered. Just because he could. It stank and made him cough, almost nauseated.

Those things he did not terribly enjoy.

But there were things he liked.

He even thought about getting a pet. The simple, small joys of feeding it and scratching his nails into its soft fur, seeing it sleep in some corner carved out just for that purpose.

He’d never thought he would miss jeans. Or, to be more precise, he never noticed he did miss them. An open collar. Beat up converse like he wore as a kid.

He even liked doing laundry, especially since that one night.

Basket perched on your hip, passing him in the doorway. You’d meant to go, and he meant to let you, but the conversation just kept going, easy and wonderful, only stopping when the constant readjusting of the basket became ridiculous and conspicuous, and you both finally accepted it was time you went.

On his floor, books were littered and splayed open, and he had an enormous undertaking ahead of him. He was searching for things he only half believed could be found, and half hoped were exaggerated if real. Black masses, and Sin Eaters, and too many dreadful deaths. He couldn’t bring himself to face them tonight. It was raining and the world felt small, shrunken to the dimensions of his tiny apartment and he wanted to breathe, wanted to feel something other than despair.

He was allowed to leave his order, and temporarily relinquish some of his duties. He wore everyday clothes, he didn’t have to pray or attend mass when he had other work, didn’t have to follow strict doctrines on comportment. Even vows of chastity and poverty could be bent and ignored on occasion, if it brought him closer to the answers he was seeking. More and more, however, he sought not to bend, but break. Break unbreakable things, he reminded himself, and it felt like drowning on dry land.

His wishes, half-concealed even from himself, brought you out in the hallway at the right time, as he stood in the doorway, leaning his long, lean body against the frame, unsure where to go, what to do with himself. He wondered if his throat pounded as you chatted, his heart firmly lodged in it.

He accepted the drink you offered, if he had nothing better to do. He would have dropped it all, even if he did.

No, he didn’t want wine. It reminded him of church too much. You didn’t need to know that part.

So now he stood in the doorway of your kitchen, shoes off and toes curling on the floorboards, watching as you looked around for something else to drink. Body moving casually, like he wasn’t on pins and needles, opening cupboards, stretching to reach the elegant glasses stacked in a neat row; the silence thick and heavy.

He fought and dismissed the urge to run, to close himself off, and let the moment wash over him, wondering had he ever really been on a date?

Was it like this?

Talking vacuously, not even hearing the words that fall on your ears as you try to appear fine, nonchalant; telling your hands to stay put, ordering your body not to move on theirs; cursing at your eyes when they glance at what you want, sure you’ve been caught and found out…

He didn’t avert his eyes over the rim of the glass when he drank. You looked away and flushed, and talked so sweetly, low and intimate, susurrating like the rain batting at the windows.

He draped an arm over the couch and listened, not bothering to extinguish the stars of infatuation in his eyes.

Was it like this?

When people like each other, unabashedly, when they don’t struggle against the pull they feel?

From one moment to the next, he knew, it revealed itself to him, forcefully and beyond doubt. It was exactly like this. His cheeks burned. He was in the middle before he knew anything had started.

He watched your nails, painted a shade of purple and dusted with iridescent glitter. You made a quick little wave with your fingers, and he looked away instead of meeting your eyes, wanting to keep his desires and affections, like an open wound gaping in his gaze, to himself.

Did he like the color, you asked, meeting his shyness with tenderness.

He did, he admitted, running the tips of his fingers over the length of your fingernails, feeling the gritty texture of glitter and the smooth coat of polish, and then your skin against his palm. He liked everything about you.

*

Kissing was easy enough. He met you in the middle, and it was a light brush of lips on lips. He pressed closer and sighed when you touched his face, running your thumb over his cheekbone. The kiss fell away with a gentle pop, and his head swam. Again. Please. He was afraid he’d said it out loud when you smiled and leaned back in. It was longer then, and deeper, and he was sure he died a little when your mouth parted and his tongue smoothed over yours. Osferth was firmly in his head, eyes snapping open every now and then, checking if you liked it.

When he moved away, face hidden in the crook of your neck, his stomach twisted. Oh, god, you would know. You would figure out any moment he had barely any clue what he was doing, hands unsure and flitting away before they really touched or grasped anything, palms buzzing to stay. Would it be too much?

Did you mind that his open mouth was on your neck? Maybe he was going too far, too soon? It seemed too easy, too simple, to just do what he wanted, get away with it, be welcomed. There had to be some catch.

He was rescued from himself when your hand slipped into his, one finger at a time slithering between his and curling around the knuckles to hold him fast, body arching under him. He fell, and fell, and fell, and was caught.

*

[kazumiku]

Sides of a coin

a shikanoin heizou filo smau

pairing | heizou x fem!reader

genre | university au; rivals to lovers; slow burn; crack; light angst; fluff; eventual smut (will be tagged)

synopsis | sworn rivals since childhood. swearing that they both hate each other—having no shame in showing it. but what if realization dawns upon them and the questions starts to rise? having to brush feelings off until somebody makes the first move.

warnings | kys jokes; suggestive content; midly ooc; offensive language; ignore timestamps; unrealistic portrayal of university life; self indulgent; very messy progression; tags may change

status | on hold (tryna make it english because my tagalog slang is declining)

taglist | open (send ask or reply)

Introducing the names of Sides of a coin

↬ mabangong tambay sa kanto, mini miss yaur, extras

First stage; Realization

01 → Libro ; 02 → Kape ; 03 → Bet

04 → Tagpuan ; 05 → Tie ; 06 → Competition

07 → Group chat ; 08 → Cat ; 09 → Affectionate

10 → Prince; 11 → Switch ; 12 → Cookies

13 → Hangout

Second stage; Resistance

14 → Plan ; 15 → Stolen ; 16 → tba..

17 → tba.. ; 18 → tba.. ; 19 → tba...

Third stage; Resignation

? → tba..

Fourth stage; Embracing

? → tba..

main navi !

[silviakundera]

Snowfall watch comments ep 11-12

Ep 11

Vamp Daddy is feeling violated and would like some clothes now, thx. "You keep staring at me. Even if you don't feel embarrassed, I do feel a sense of shame."

Sorry, the villain is erotically, psychotically obssesed with you, so no

Loser Li: "Aren't you a big shot? Aren't you a socialite? You think you're above me just because of your wealth and power?"

Vamp Daddy:

Literal army observing the toxic gay happenings: ... um I think that was supposed to be your inside voice

Mu Lihua is obviously making excuses to herself to use the magic yang ring, which is killing her

BACKSTORY: in which it was all the fault of Vamp Daddy'd grandma for deciding to burn alive both his dad's chicken killing concubine and also her son. Sorry grandma, burning a small child alive while he screams for his big brother is uncool and I'm not surprised she went berserk and killed y'all. 🤷

If that kid grew up to be our mildly evil doctor bestie, I think u 2 should hug it out and say bygones are bygones. Yes he gave you some vampirism but also, you survived 100 years to experience some great fashion choices and meet an incredibly weird blind girl who is very into you. It's not all bad.

Loser Li is literally crying here, just barely hanging into any dignity by a thread, while Vamp Daddy calls him out as looking heartbroken. 🌈

MORE BACKSTORY: Loser Li ran into Vamp Daddy when a teen and naively thought this rich dude could magically fix his sister w his rich people powers. Except some people shot up the joint and Vamp Daddy ran away and his sis died. No magic fix for his sister. No one else to blame, so he hates himself and the (handsome) stranger that he'd unrealistically pinned his hopes on.

Loser Li has all that pent up rage bewing inside, yet still takes time out of his busy gangster schedule to sit on bed beside Vamp Daddy and removing his muzzle, "If you want to escape, that's fine. We can both die together if it comes to that."

More flirting, angst, bars

"You did well."

oh... kay

Loser Li's boss wants to just dispose of Vamp Daddy if the scans don't show anything else exciting. I do not think Loser Li is gonna accept this.

Any more than I can accept more screentime for nepo baby. At least it smoked out doctor bestie!

Jin nepo baby is kinda being used as a plausible deniability There Is A Hetro Explanation For This on Loser Li's character. Except not really, because his behavior and words are also internally consistent with her being a childhood playmate when a sevant kid, who now he wants to draw the line with for multiple reasons (the best one being, he's a murderer & active criminal). Also, bisexuality exists.

Ep 12

We're bringing the gf and doctor bestie along for the ride! Thanks Loser Li, I missed them.

I can barely recognize my fav loser in brown leather.

The trio reunited!

Doctor Bestie is so annoyed that Vamp Daddy keeps being defeated by Loser Li, when he could simply solve this all by killing him

Is Doctor Bestie gonna clock the Mu heir?

Vamp Daddy offers Loser Li both money and 🌈 friendship 🌈 and he's soooooooo shook

Mu Lihua having more seizures because she can't let go of her mood ring. smh.

Midly Evil Doctor Bestie: some people evade all responsibilities and some people bear them all, to feel alive. He's the latter.

Me: and you're the 1st kind, right? right????

Really love his chill. I want to know what's behind it. 🕵

Vamp Daddy alone in a room with Loser Li and very deliberately seducing him while pretending not to: "I will perish together with you." It's the guy I care about, not the girl. People can want & feel multiple things at a time. I didn't know you then but I do now - we know each other.

seriously - the way the actor for Li Yingliang does this swallow at him saying they know each other well now and then Vamp Daddy nods in assent. The body language and his face.👌👌👌

Fuck, Vamp Daddy knows he hooked him

Vamp Daddy and Sus Doctor play Mahjong with the villians and I'm fairly certain they're just fucking with them.

Loser Li looks annoyed to be losing yet again in life but tbh what result do you expect when gambling with someone 100+ years old

The allusions to his brother !!! Is the doctor his brother???? If so DOES HE SUSPECT?? ?????

Vamp Daddy trying to hard sell Loser Li until the last moment. Run away w me and join my polycule. I have riches and also, I'm me 👁👄👁

I think our fav villainous bisexual is just scared to take what he wants.

He is convinced there's no way back after you sell your soul to the local warlord and is scared to contemplate the alternative; if he walks away now, that means he could have found a way to walk away before - which means he's partially culpable for the wrong he's done.

They're staring at each other thru the window now. It's very romantic.

[roxannepolice]

Well, chapter 1 is up!

It took me way longer than expected but 1. writing during your coffee breaks between informing people that yes, phone and internet bills are supposed to come every month is hard, 2. writing the Doctor having tea with companions is HARD, and 3. projecting your issues on eldritch horrors is midly difficult. I really think the next one should come easier to me, as this one will be more specifically thoschei and time wimey shenanigans focused, and there's high chance I will be making corrections in this one, too, but after watching the Christmas Special I just knew I needed to let it all out if I'm ever to sleep again... or start publishing this well. this year.

There's some angst in this chapter, but of the kind that I guess... adult humans and thousands year old Time Lords just have to learn to deal with.

Also let me know if you have any wishes for what might be involved, of course I'll give a shoutout if I use them :D

[luvistqrzzz]

THE ACCIDENTAL POLAROID- 02::: and i oop- (0.3k written)

'See Sunghoon, you are the reason why we're always late!' Chaewon complained, dragging you with her into the diner. The former huffed in annoyance, 'Not my fault I had practice.'

'Okay, now stop fighting', Sunoo interrupted them, pushing past them as the six of you entered the cozy place at the corner of the street.

You had to admit, for something named "Hungry Jungle", the decor was sure exceeded you expectations. You wouldn't lie, you almost expected some kind of forest-y vibes with the waiters dressed as trees. Instead, you were met with a somewhat empty restraunt and band playing soft tunes.

You took a look around the place as you sat between Chaewon and Sunghoon. You couldn't spot anyone midly interesting and definitely not a cute guy whom your friend was talking about. Maybe he has already left you thought, internally sighing to yourself.

Or had he...?

Because opposite to your table, Heeseung sat with Yunjin and Jay, trying his best to figure out how a polaroid camera functions. Just because he had had a lifetime goal to own this piece of metal didn't mean he knew how it works.

His two friends could be heard bickering about the bill when he met eyes with your figure and he swore his heart did a flip looking at your face, dimly lit, you hair falling in a perfect manner in front of your eyes.

Heeseung almost had to slap himself out of the daze as he got up to avoid looking like some creep. What was wrong with him? He saw your eyes light at something your friend just said, his cheeks suddenly heating up. It wasn't that familiar of a feeling to him.

Who were you? Did you even go to his college? You must or else why would you be talking with, who Heeseung assumed to be, Park Sunghoon. Mostly, why the fuck did Heeseung accidentally press the button of his polaroid camera as he exited the diner, the sharp flash going off as his eyes widened at what he had clicked.

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SUMMARY- Lee Heeseung doesn't believe in love at first sight but what happens when he accidentally clicks a polaroid of a girl at the local diner? A girl he can't seem to get out of his mind.

Will he be able to return you the polaroid or will love follow him along the way?

GENRE- smau with written parts, college!au, strangers to lovers, fluff, crack, angst (veryyy slight), slight love triangle

TAGLIST- open! send an ask or comment to be added- @yenqa @xuimhao @ddazed-lhs @astrae4 @ghostiiess

AN- idk who makes such a mistake but in this smau hee der does🙏🏼😻

[transman-badass]

Hello, I was just wondering you said your writing is dark, how dark are we talking about? heavy darkness? midly dark? heavy angst? dark and gorey? so dark you should read it in daylight? so dark that it may give daymares and nightmares?

This one is challenging to answer... My fiction involves a lot of heavy topics, some which may be triggering or disturbing to people despite or possibly because of how I handle it. Most of my horror fiction is heavy on feelings of dread, paranoia and emotional distress instead of intense gore or violence. I am comfortable writing gore and violence, but there's a time and place for it and I haven't found that yet in my work

As for how scary it is, all I can say is: I don't know. Everyone is different. But I try with every story to get a visceral reaction from my readers through vivid imagery and emotional connection to my protagonists. So far I seem to be doing okay there.

I hope this answers your questions, feel free to reach out if you need more information!

[astarionancuntnin]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤

NYYYYYX >~< <333

my return to the writing world is still recent so 5 is almost all of my work, and its mostly smut, but hear me out -

1. Die For You

ascended astarion x fem!fighter!tav!reader (WIP) long fic, current progress chapter 8/10

at its core, it was supposed to be a angsty one shot, and after reworking the first chapter, i had a spark of creativity and it turned into a whole story with plot. i actually really got invested into it and its the fic ive spent the most time on and written the most for, i had 3 main ideas for the ending and let people decide (without giving clear info) which ending they would to guide my writing, and despite the choice i was struggling the most with won, ive been doing really great! and im so happy about where its at right now and the ending i have planned <3

i recommend this one if you are into dark romance with a love interest who progressively becomes redeemable

2. Undisclosed Desires

astarion x fem!sorceress!tav!reader, COMPLETED (part 1/2 of a series thats WIP)

"hey look another one shot that turned into a series" look- i wrote the first chapter, went to bed, woke up with an idea for a next chapter, one thing led to another and BOOM i got a series brewing up

i recommend this fic if you are into rivals to lovers, its also heavily smutty and the first part ends with hints of hope

3. Nothing But A Dream

astarion x fem!tav!reader, one shot

i ventured on the porn side of tumblr and the implusive thoughts won, i have nothing to say for my defense

i recommend this one if youre into midly dubious consent stuff

4. Midnight's Embrace

astarion x fem!tav!reader x halsin, one shot

i wrote this one while i was high......... yeah, reader is also high in this one

i recommend this one if you too wish to be fucked by your two loving boyfriends while you're high

5. Bad Blood

astarion x fem!sorceress!tav!reader, WIP current progress 1/3 (part 2/2 of the previously mentioned series)

the unexpected follow up to undisclosed desires, and it gets angsty! currently only one chapter written since ive been heavily focused on Die For You as its nearing the end, but im working on it i sWEAR

i recommend this one if you really truly love angst and wonder what would potentially happen if astarion made his "simple plan" reveal to a tav that had a history of r@pe/abuse (hint, she doesnt take it well)

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Of Demigods Angels and Hunters

Of Demigods, Angels, and Hunters https://ift.tt/IuEJqce by burnthebodiesandbedonewithit (burnallthebodiesandbedonewithit) Sam flipped his laptop around to show Dean the screen, which consisted of an overly-grainy picture of some emo looking kid. “Nico di Angelo,” Sam announced. “Killed at age ten alongside his mother and sister in a hotel fire in 1939 shortly after immigrating from Italy.” “So?” “So,” Sam drawled. “This picture is from last week. Charlie emailed it to me, along with a bunch of other sightings over the past few years. He doesn’t look any older than fifteen.” Words: 2156, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Will Solace, Nico di Angelo Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Nico di Angelo/Will Solace Additional Tags: Crossover, did i really just write 2k words of tfw trying to hunt solangelo, yes i did, Nico di Angelo is a Little Shit, midly terrifying but undeniably adorable, will is just here for a good time, mcdonalds, Established Relationship, Third Wheel Sam Winchester, Long-Suffering Sam Winchester, someone help him, Attempt at Humor, no angst this is a happy place, i somehow avoided all violence, which is impressive with this particular collection of character, new york city baby, this reads like a filler episode, thats the best way to describe it, i wrote this while my best friend tried to distract me, so take that how you will, i dont even know what im doing via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/CelPfYW June 08, 2023 at 12:36PM

[thatphantomtroupelady]

~HIS SHADOW~

Prologue

Hanako- rescued from a travelling circus at a young age- dedicated the rest of her life to her savior and older brother, Hisoka. However, she eventually realises there are worlds beyond the one her brother rules in. Will she be able to escape his shadow by being a hunter?

Major genres: Adventure and Angst

Word Count: 1k

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"What you can do, darling, is not magic. It's just nen."

"There's a difference?" She dared to ask.

The man had been staring at just her throughout the entirety of the show. Granted, her act usually impressed the audience the most, but not many kept their eyes on her with that creepy of a smile. Sharp angular feaures and a muscular physique under a shiny suit and tie. He didn't strike her as the not dangerous type. If anything, his medium-length cherry red hair only served as an additional red flag for his character.

"Oh there is." He had an edge to his voice that reminded her of a sly black cat for some reason. "Ah! You see, magic is something only achievable by a special few; while nen on the other hand is not all that special."

Hanako grimaced. What's this guy's deal?

"...which is why I'm not here for your nen, or 'magic' as you'd like to call it. Rather, I'm here for-" He paused for dramatic effect, "-you."

She needed to call security. And fast. However, the moment her body tensed to move, the man was behind her, keeping a tight grip on her shoulders. "Don't call anyone... unless you want them dead, mhm?" His mouth was right beside her ear, practically breathing his words into it. Gross.

"What do you want?" She huffed out, buying time for her next trick.

"You, darling. I came here to take you." He tigtened his grip. "I'd recommend you to resist. It'd make it more fun for me that way."

"Fine." Careful not to show it in her stance this time, she gathered enough energy in her hands for a decent attack. She just had to make contact. Without warning, she thrust her hands behind herself, palms aiming for his knees. He won't be able to walk after that one. Ever.

A chilling chuckle and his grip had moved down to her wrists, painfully angling them upwards. The bastard didn't even allow her to catch her breath.

"Which one should I break first, hm?" He applied more pressure, eliciting a sharp hiss. "Or maybe I should break both of them at the same time. What do you think?"

Amidst the tension, her brain struggled to catch up. Truth be told she'd never been in a real fight, not with an actually capable adult. She'd been trained for show, not violence. If the latter had been true, she'd been out of this place a long time ago.

Still, she couldn't just give up, right? She continued to struggle against his grip, but to no success. His dark energy seemed to encompass her whole, forcing her own to stay down.

"Why do you even want me?" She gritted out. "There are-" She gasped as his energy grew stronger, "-easier targets. Leave me be."

"Because you're special. And because... you're mine."

"Yours? You're delusional." Her voice began to crack with fear. "There's no way-"

A swift kick to her abdomen sent her all the way to the other side of her tent, knocking the wind out of her. Coughing, she struggled up to her knees, one hand on a tent pole. The back of her head throbbed from where it had hit the ground, nearly blinding her vision.

She glared at the man as he walked over to her, strangely graceful. A few feet away, he stopped, eying her with a smirk. "I'm offering you an out, little girl. Take it."

"There's no way I'm gonna be-" She pulled herself back up to her feet. "-trusting a creep like you. I don't even know who the hell you are."

"Ah! Right." He looked midly surprised for a moment, eyebrows arched up high. "I forgot to introduce myself. How rude of me. I'm Hisoka Morrow, renowned magician and- of course- your dear older brother."

"What?"

Hisoka grinned. "Don't believe me?"

"Of course, I don't. That's- that's stupid."

"Well you can just ask your ringmaster then... and if that doesn't work." He pulled out a bundle of folded paper out of his pocket, before offering them to her. "Curious?"

Hanako's eyes narrowed as she grabbed the paper from his hands, quickly unfolding it to reveal its contents. "How did you-"

"Trust me now?"

"You could have just stolen it from my actual sibling." She shot back, pocketing the bundle herself. "You're just a thief."

"You really think your brother would allow that to happen?" Hisoka dramatically rolled his eyes. "Well if you don't believe me, you can just give me those papers back, hm? When I could have stolen them- as you say- I could have also forged them, no?"

"No." She braced herself for a fight.

Hisoka tilted his head, making a show pf consideration. "Come with me and I'll let you keep those. How about that?" After a pause, he continued. "You know you can't win against me; I can easily take those away from you... along with the rest of the journal."

Hanako hesitated. "Do you-" She took a deep breath in an attempt to steady her thoughts. "What would you do if I come with you?"

"Simple. I'd train you to be the stongest."

"And... then?"

Hisoka closed his eyes, as if imagining the moment. "We'd have a fight to death. Sounds fun?"

Hanako smiled at the absurdity, yet somehow found herself excited at the idea. "Sure. And you'll lose."

"We'll see about that." Hisoka shrugged, smiling back. "Now what'd you say to burning this whole circus down and beheading everyone here except us, hm?"

"Sounds fun."

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[silvaswiftcast]

Fluffvember Prompt #19 Wilderness

Characters: Silva Cataracta, Ricmorn Cataracta, and Hien Rijin

Rating: General

Notes: The scene takes place sometime after Endwalker 6.0! There is no mention of anything from MSQ/Story, so no spoilers here! Silva and Ricmorn are living with Hien and Doma at this point in time, while her uncle, Kisan, moved back to Thavnair to be with his husband. Words contained in [brackets] are in another language, in this case, it's Doman.

Content Warnings/Additional Tags: Polyamory Relationship (V Relationship), M/F/M Relationship, Playful Banter/Teasing, Midly Suggestive Themes, Mild Angst (very, very mild), Mentions of Original Character(s) Death(s), Domestic Fluff.

“Silv! Package for you!”

Silva stopped at Ricmorn’s words. The clean shirt she was trying to pull over her head nearly caught on her horns, tearing through the light fabric. “Huh?”

A package? From who? She wasn’t expecting anything from anyone coming through the mail, at least, not that she could recall. And any supply shipments would have been sent to her selling stall in Ul’dah or Kugane.

She heard movement behind her while she stood there, confused.

“Here— Let me help you before you accidentally tear your shirt to shreds, [wildflower.]”

“As if you and my husband wouldn’t like that,” she snorted as Hien helped her. A smile lit up her face when he chuckled at her teasing. When her head finally poked through the opening in her shirt, she saw amusement shimmering in his peridot eyes.

“A thought to ponder and, perhaps, act upon later,” he suggested, brushing some of the purple waves behind her ivory horns.

She shook her head, laughing as she rolled the rest of the shirt down her body. “You’re a menace, [my heart.] The both of you.”

Before the young lord could respond, Ricmorn walked into the room. A thick package wrapped in brown paper and tough twine in one hand. While the other held a small sealed envelope.

Silva blinked, crossing the room to meet him. “Oh? You weren’t kidding about there being a package for me,” she mused, plucking the envelope with her name on it from him.

“You weren’t expecting one?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“No.”

She carefully broke the red wax seal, pulling out the note to read the scribbling of words on it.

Arit and I spied this tome while wandering the markets in Radz-at-Han and thought of you, dear child. If I recall correctly, you had a copy as a child, and it was one of your favorite tales read to you before bed. Your mother told me one time she had to seek another copy of it because how many times you read it ruined the spine on the one she took with her to Doma.

The memory made me smile, and I had to buy it for you.

I hope it brings you joy as it did so long ago, and should you be blessed with children of your own, you can read it to them.

May the gods and kami keep you safe and under their protection. Pray know my love is always with you, no matter how many malms separate us.

—Kisan

P.S.

Do come visit us soon, yes? Arit wishes to teach you more dances and get to know your mates better, and I would love nothing more than to properly show you around the city now that the world is safe. But I know how hard it is for Hien to escape from his duties.

If that seems impossible at the moment, we would be happy to come to you instead. Write to me when you have time and let me know. I will keep an eye out for your letters.

“Huh…” she wondered aloud, reading over the letter again. Little did she know Ricmorn and Hien were looking over her shoulder, reading it along with her. "Well, this is a surprise."

“A tome?” the young lord asked, curious.

“Tales?” Ricmorn echoed. He looked down at the package in his hands. “What kind?”

Silva hummed, setting down the letter on a nearby table. “If it’s what I think it is…” She paused, taking the parcel from her husband. “A book that is full of Hannish folklore. It was one of the few things she brought with her from Thavnair. Mama would read one to me every night before bed. I’m pretty sure we read the book from cover to cover at least ten times.” The twine and brown wrapping paper gave way under her nimble fingers, falling to the floor for one of her lovers to collect. Even after its long journey, it still smelled of different spices commonly found in Thavnair — smelled of her childhood home. A wide smile lit up her face as her eyes roamed over the brightly colored cover with gold embossed lettering in Hannish. “And would you look at that? It is.”

What fond memories they brought back. Ones she had almost forgotten about.

“It’s a beautiful book, my dear,” Hien said, curious of its contents. “A very thoughtful gift.”

Ricmorn hummed in agreement. “It is. I… I don’t think I’ve heard you talk about it before in all the years I’ve known you, Silv.”

“I had completely forgotten about this book and many of the memories with it,” she admitted, running her fingers down the spine. “I can’t believe Kisan remembered it after all this time.”

And the more she stared at the tome in her hands, the more memories came flooding back.

“What’s your favorite one?” the young lord questioned. “You and I can talk about Doman folklore from sun up to sun down, but I’m afraid I know very few Hannish ones.”

“Oh! That’s easy. I think it’s in this book. Let me see—” Silva felt giddy as she opened the hefty tome, flipping through the pages until she found her favorite tale. Thankfully, this edition was printed in Common, so she or Ricmorn didn’t have to translate for Hien. “This one! It’s about a little girl who gets lost in the forest and befriends a bird of paradise. They go on several adventures together through the wilderness as he guides her back to her village.”

“I can already tell that this tale reminds me of you in ways,” Ricmorn teased, leaning down to kiss her temple. "Seeing as you enjoy getting lost in the wilderness yourself." He grinned when the Doman pair laughed.

“Now that you said something, and it’s running through my mind, it does, doesn’t it?” she laughed.

She rambled on more about the folklore, explaining it in more detail and getting caught up in it and the emotions the memories of her mother telling it to her that resurfaced. Ricmorn and Hien happily let her go on, giving her their undivided attention.

[izartn]

I'm craving good het romance, as one does from time to time. Where do I find good fantasy not only romance het pairings. Where is my queer het plot!!!

Has anyone some book or manga recs? Preferably something finished please, I don't want to suffer waiting to the author to complete or abandon the story or of they're gonna be canon XD

EDIT after list is written: Okay. This post has officially become my list of what kind and why of het pairings I like. You've been officially warned. (Also a rec list of what to read/watch?) Trying to avoid spoilers.

Also more than half of this list is about teen me readings, I really need to seek out books and Manga bc wow. Very teen me, and I think that I've outgrown their canons even if the ship dynamic is also that still compels me.

I like:

CANON

El/Orion from the Scholomance. Whenever Orion gets a bit of focus I'm just. Oh wow (if you read between the lines he's so simple and so fucking unhinged at the same time). El extremely denying any vibes until last moment, but also falling extremely hard. Them both being such a battle couple/pair in general.

Whatever you can call what Agatha has going on with her two beaus in Girl Genius. They're all three of them so crazy competent and gone for each other too.

Yona/Hak and her vibes with Soo-won too (that foils thing she has with him is perfect and usually handled to male charas only, I'm biting my arm) (the loyalty thing with Hak and the way he pulls her higher too) (just the frustrated ot3 vibes of it all).

Jang Uk and Naksu|Cho Yeong in season 1. Their devoted and unhinged vibes destroyed me, I loved them. They were perfect, they only needed a bit more physicality. Season 2 defanged Yeong way way too much (in favor of uwu and blegh, let the woman cut off heads) and I didn't like the postponed angst and romance without knowing her identity.

Iron Widow OT3, which look. Wu Zetian rules even when she misses and nukes a city and everything is fantastically creepy and the guys lovely developed charas too with very different personalities and backstories

Tana and Gavriel from the Coldest Girl in Coldtown. (and this one also has threesome vibes with Aiden, uh) I like it when she is driven to do whatever it needs doing be it save her ex or her sister, or killing an ancient vampire in the company of another midly crazed vamp who is also very devoted to her and rediscovering life. Also the whole aesthetic and vibes of this one fucks.

Kate and August in Monsters of Verity duology. Dark dystopic urban fantasy and monster/human plus tragedy plus narrativelt active morally complex fem protags? I was obssesed with it when it came out.

Kaguya and Shirogane, but specifically if they weren't so innocent. Their chemistry is super fun, but I want something a bit more grown up and less teen panic. See also, me at 11 being obssesed with Blair/Chuck vibes in season 1 and 2 of Gossip Girl.

I'm on a roll. I loved Gilbert/Anne both in the 80's series and in Anne with an e. Obvious rivals to lovers where the guy respects her intelligence and she also has to have a whole arc about herself before realising she likes him.

I remember being bewitched by Lyra and Will once upon a time when I read the Golden Compass trilogy. Same re:Nathaniel and Kitty from Bartimaeus despite these two never having comfirmed anything just tragic unfulfilled potential.

Bipa and Aer from La Emperatriz de los Et��reos de Laura Gallego; theyre my fave pairing of hers and one of the only ones I didn't grew distant from as I grew out of her books. She's so practical and also kind and warm hearted, and he has the head on the clouds and is also completely out of this world in a familiar way. (this is me identitying with the guy who only appears like. A quarter of the whole novel bc he has been trying to give himself over to a lovecraftian alien soul-eater blue star while Bipa has to do all the journey to bring him back and destroy said blue star). Laura Gallego is wild.

NOT CANON

Younger me also enjoyed Artemis/Holly, not sorry at all for that one. He's so gone for her as a person and she's so out of his league (bc of their ages, bc of their species, their incompatible moralities up to the last books, etc, etc). Unfulfilled longing that makes you want to be a better person, the ship.

Soul/Maka on the other hand have super married vibes despite nothing ever being official and I love them and want to set on fire all the fic there's is about them bc it's general romcom / modern setting without that battle partnership and soul trust + domesticity I love. Also extremely teen but alas.

Yatori from Noragami bc I love tragedy specifically and human/gods relationships are fascinating. Even if it's unfinished. Even if it's out of focus somewhat.

Bellamy/Clarke from the 100 for all of the three seasons I saw before abandoning the series. The plot was unsmokeable but their relationship perfectly done. I was resigned to a boring romance with Finn and bam. Complex relationships, Clarke being bi with Lexa, parallel leaderships arcs, etc. Oh wow.

When someone bothers to write Aredhel/Celegorm on her PoV and it hits incredibly HARD. Damn. Whether aroallo or full-romo. Let post rebirth Aredhel be wild and Celegorm reckon with the knowledge of what wrong he almost brought to Luthien given Aredhel. Aredhel loving Lomion despite everything and loving disaster Celegorm, but not forgetting what they did, the awkward bonding between Maeglin and Celegorm as two former bad guys. Or them avoiding a bad ending and dying together fighting on the First Age before the Second Kinslaying. Playful times in Valinor pre-darkening.

ESPECIAL MENTION

I loved Laini Taylor characters and worldbuilding but her love at first sight kind of romances left me cool which is sad given I liked like everything else about her stories. Including the two characters involved on the romances, but not the romances per se. I guess I'm too aroace to believe first sight as anything reasonable in a serious plot even with the fairy tale vibes her stories have lol.

I also love Reylo vibes and symbolism but hated what they did on the last movie with them and I'm weirdly unable to read much fic of them. So...